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THE TABS; or, GIANT GEORGE’S REVENGE.

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The Tarantula of Taos:
08.
GIANT GEORGE’S REVENGE.

A Tale of Sardine-box City, Arizona.

BY BUCKSKIN SAM,
(nu. sax. s. nus.)
AUTHOR or “ aarzona JACK," “ om snows,”
m, are.

CHAPTER I.
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BARDIN’EVBOX CITY, 8 small minin downf sit—
uated among the foot-hills at thefimseo the
Pinaleno Range in Arizona, has been brought
to the notice of the readers of the “ Ham'-
Dnun LIBRARY," in two different stories, treat-
ing of the strange history of the town, and the
startlingly tragical, as well as comic events
which occurred among its denizens.

However, those who have not perused the
publications named, will get an outline, or mere
mention of the history of the place, up to the
time at which we propose to continue the same.

The “ city” consisted of one street, formed by
two lines of rough slab shanties, approached
from the north by the stage road, or trail, down
a steep decline, over a spur of the range. The
street ran north and south, the mountains tow-
ering to the northwest, but a short distance off,
and a doe canyon winding below the burg.

The " S ip-up Mine” was a quartz lode, that
had been discovered after prOSpecting for nug-
gets, pocket-gold and dust had been mostly

iven up; the “ finds” which had brought the
fiurg into being having become exhausted.

Many impecunious miners had been drawn to
the town by the fact that the dust could be
“ panned ” at the bottom of some of the canyons
and gulches; but there were poor advantages
for “ wash,” and “ pay-dirt ” was scarce.

The discovery of the Slip-u was an event
that reatl y encoura ed those w 0 had given up
the p ace as a bad “ coats,” to remain, heping
that the quartz mills and furnaces woul
give em loyment to all, and cause the town
ultimate y to become a suceess.

But the principal reason with many forre-
maining was a good one, namely, they could
not get away. t cost money in that and to
travel; and if it was attempted on foot, there
was almost certain starvation, to say nothing of
other and deadly dan rs.

The leading " hote ” in the burg was the
“Nugget,” which was of a little higher pitch
than the other shanties, besides covering more
ground, and being more pretentious in appear-
ance generally.

The bar was some twenty feet in length, and
fifteen in width. There was a kitchen in the
rear, which also served as dining-room; as Well
as two chambers under the high-peaked roof,
each of which boasted of a glass window, one
in front and one in the rear—the only case-
ments of crystal in the city.

The rival bar across the street, but above, and
near the Posteoflice and stage stand, was called
the “ 0. K.” and did a thrivin business at odd
times, when the landlord of he “Nu t”—
as was often the case—was too drunk sling
gtllazizszes across his bar, or pass a bottle from the
s e .

The “ O. K.” boasted, besides, of a gambling-
room in the rear.

The landlord of the “Nugget,” » Hank Hol-
brook, as wellas his wife, Marni Holbrook, were
characters with whom we have much to do.

Both were of the same hight angi general
build, short and inclined to flesh; ’s rotun-
dity, however, being brought about more
by the use of strong beverages than in the
course of nature.

Both had round heads; but Hank’s face was
of a fiery red, and with little, black and head.
like eyes set dee in his head, and, when not

 

 

robbed of their b iancy by whisky, twinkling
with cunning.
Marm Ho brook was a worthy woman, eas—

ant enough to look upon, and rev and
honored by the miners of Sardine-box City- she
being, as Hank expressed it, “ ther fust kaliker-
kivered human—ther fast female woman thet
ever struck ther locate.”

Her neatly smoothed hair was always held in
a. small pug—like knot behind, by a horn comb,
which she averred “ war wooed b her warm in
ther States—ther best meetin‘ ouse woman

that ever flopped a corn-cake, er slung a quilt
firgether."

 

The particular morninglupon which our story
opens saw the town entire deserted; the“ cits,
or “sardines,” as the enizens of the burg
termed themselves, being all at the Slip-up
mine, half-a—mile away at the range, unload!
the quarts-mills, furnaces etc, the advent 0
which had saved the town rom being a " bu’sted
burg." These had been purchased and forward-
ed by Lena Reynolds, nee Lawrence, known
among them as “ther Angel of Penarlayno
Range," and who was the woman of all women
in the eventful history of Sardine—box City.

Owing to the general desertion, Hank Hol-
brook, in his bar at the Nugget, was despondent;
and, as usual when alone, consoled himself
frequently from his own merchandise, and talk-
ing to himself, as was generally his wont when
he had no one else to converse with. Occasion-
all , also, he would address himself to the
pr nci al adornment of the bar—a colored cut
of Bu alo Bill, issued b Beadle & Adams of
98 William street, New ork, and gotten up in
a brilliantly illuminated style.

Hank was an amusing picture, as, with one
hand in his pocket, and caning against the her
he rubbed his bald head wi the other, an
soliloquized.

His language was interrupted by a horseman
ridin up to the hitching-post, dismounting
quic y, and entering the bar.

Had Hank not been about "half-cocked,”
with his “ hammer-notch" well worn and ready
to allow an easy slip, he would have noticed
that his customer was anything but honest in

up nce.

fie was, in fact, just the opposite. He had a
black, snake-like (aye, beetliug brows, low and
retreating forehea , and a sinister and wander-
ing glance, calculated to create aversion at once
in any one accustomed to read character from
the face.

The new-comer was about five feet seven in
high not over strongly built; and, from the
cut 0 his clothes, and an apparent absence of
arms, up ntly from the ‘ States.” It was
evident a from his dusty condition, that his
ride had been on the stage trail.

A black slouch hat was all right; but a black
broadcloth coat, vest and pants, the latter worn
over his boots, was a sight seldom seen on that
far frontier.

His hair was long and black, and his complex-
ion V8 dark: but the strangest of all was a
cloth s irt of ebon hue, and a handkerchief of
the same color secured loosely about the col—

r.

Bank was not a little an rised, and was not
without some slight supe tious thrill, when
upon glancing out, he saw that the horse and
wrappmgs of the stranger were likewise of the
color of night.

But, if a slight suspicion did enter his mind
that his cu~tomer was the arch-fiend, the quiok
order for whisky, with a request that the host
should join him, banished 0 thing of the
kind from his mind, and he imm 1“ng set out
abottle and glasses, saying, as he so, ina
brisk cheery tone:

“ I‘m mi ty glad ter hev yer glide in on me,
stranger, er I war as blue as a hen wi' ther

i n
1“3:13:20youlooklon "saidthe new-
comer; “ and that the town is deserted. What
does it mean!”

“ All ther ‘ cits’ air et ther Slin-upI gittin’ out
ther heavy fixin’s ter run ther o 9 ho e; an’ bit’s
’bout time, fer Tom Jones an’ ther hull caboodle
hes bin drunk es b’iled owls fer three days.”

Much conversation passed between t e pair,
which ended in the stranger in black requesting
a history of the starting of the town; but not,
however, until he had ‘ mped” Hank in re-
gard to the present of the names
of the principal men of the cit , their charb
aoters. and t eir connection wi the present
condition of the burg.

Hank liked nothing better than this; so he
roceeded to seat himself on the bar, requesting
is listener to take a “get down” on the bench

opposite, and began his narrative, squirting to-
bacco juice afar, by way of emphasrs, and
rubbing his bald pate at intervals most vigor~

ouslv.

“ When me an’ Marni Holbrook glided this-a-
way from Texas, we hedn’t a hefty ’mount 0’
wealth, stranger. We lu . out from Towe-
son arter gittin’ putty nigh u’sted, fur as dust
went arter a be ole jIm-jamboree. ’miet air ter
say, did; fer my ole woman she never erri-
gntes in nothin’ stronger’n tea er cofl'ee. mu:
0! I calkerlated ter slap up a shanty et ther
Santa Rita Mines, an’ stake out thar fern whila

sellin‘ p‘ison: but ther war sich a beg-(l):
Greasers in ther biz thet I soon said war no

 

show for a edicated, civerlised white human
ter make ’nough e wealth ter ’nabie him
tegppur down ’nough keep him from sucr-
ci in .

“ Hit wouldn’t ’a' bin livin', but jist lingerin'.

"’Bides thet, Mann Holbrook, she jist pes-
tcred me ’bout inter lightnin' consumption
’1ng skutin’ back Texas-way. Howsomever,

knowed we bedn‘t wealth enough for lay in
fizub fer sich a dang'd long trail, an’ I sworcd
R“at up an’ down I’d stnk' e fer ther Penarlayno

n e.

“ ehed a team 0’ three oke o' inst-class
Texas steers, thet 1 bed trad fer at Franklin
an’ a middlm’ 00d wagon, inter which I bed
two bar’ls o’ w isk', ’bout ten bushels 0’ corn-
meal, an’ a hefty1 supply 0’ bacon an’ coffee.
’Sides this, I bed arm olbrook an’ m traps
an’ togs, with a hull layout 0’ furnitur’ that ther
ole woman would bring along, spite of all! could
spit out ag’in’ it.

“ Yer see, stranger, when we war comin’ from
Texas-way ther dang’d ’Paches atom ed m
critturs at bevil's River, which war m ghty nigh
bu'stin’ us up, fer 1 bed fer hire some Greasers
ter haul my wagon ter Franklin, an’ ther con-
denmed misses charged ’bout fourteen times es
much as ther oxen war wo‘th. Wavai, do yer

see—”

“ But,” interrupted the stranger in black, h 1
thought you were about to relate something in
regard to the first starting of the town.”

“ I’m a-comin' fer bit direc'ly,” explained
Hank; “but s‘pose We errigate, er hit mought
git teejus.”

Humoring the peculiar narrator, the stranger,
although seemingly impatient and castin

lahckes curt at the door, clicked glasses am
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CHAPTER II.
as maaumox.

HANK proceeded, after tearing of! an extra
chunk of “ nig -head ” and wiping his lips on
his sleeVe, win i slyly. at the same time, at
the cut of Buffalo ill on the wall:

“We—a1, arter we bed struck up ther Penar-
layno Range an’ glided 'long this-away, danz:'d
efa few p1 ims hedn’t found ‘pay dirt’ an'
middlin’ ric pockets right hyer, an’ bed thar
claims staked.

“ They bed sent some 0’ the‘r outfit ter Tewc-
son fer slabs an’ nails an’ grub, ’tendin‘ ter slap
up thar shanties an’ locate a burg. Howsom—
ever, they war a poor set, without wealth ter
count. an war ’bout starved in death. Thar

rds bed bin gone so long arter slabs an' sich,

bet they bed chawed all thar feed. Fact air,
they war eatin’ thnr last refreshment, which
war a box 0’ sardines, when me an’ Marm Hol-
brook ’roved wi’ our outfit.

“The see’d us comin' ’long ’mong ther foot—
hills, an they jist elled so ormightly long an’
loud thet Marm golbrook crawled under ther
{ticks et ther bottom 0’ ther wagon, an’ thar she
ay.

“Yer see, my ole woman thou ht we‘d run
plum inter a passel o’ ’Paches, an’ never let on
tor her, but ’lOWed her ter think theta-way, an’
driv on, ’most 'splodin’ wi’ laugh.

“ Fact air, I war so dang’d red in ther face,
an’ acted so ’tarnal strange ’bout bevin’ a good
joke on ther ole gal, hit made me so dog-gonad
tickled, thet I come mighty nigh bu‘stin’ my
hull mersbeenery. Tber pilgrim thought I war
crazy, dead sure. But when I driv up, an’
told ’01!) I had m ole woman ’long, hides my.
self an' two bar 0’ whisk', with consid’able

miscus grub an' things—when I . it thet in<

ermashe at ’em, I'll sw’ar hit would a’ skeered
yer ears ofl', stranger, ter ha’ heerd ther yells
what bu’sted outen them pilgrims’ hungry beef-
traps. Bit war a caution ter Comancbesl

“ I reckon the ole woman managed ter crawl
in a leetle furder under ther freight, an’ wasted
allther breath she hed left. in a screech thet
come nigh rippin’ ther wagon tilt. Ther steers
war  ned faggEd, but thet yell 0’ Mann
110le s jist turned ’em inside out an’ ther
team broke inter a gallo . Smmpedin up from
ther canyon, one 0’ the 0P8 Wheels strikin' a
bowlder jist ’bont What" the 016 woman’s bake-
oven new air.

“  wrecked my  fer ther wagon.
tongue snap on, an’ ther oxen went j‘st
a—hummin’ n ‘mong ther cedars. Ther ole
woman war n in dead When I yanked her ( at
from ther freig t.

“Howsomever, fnst OR, I rolled ther whlek’
out from ther wreck, an’ ’zamined ther bai’ls,
knowin’ thet ther hull 0’ our prosEeC‘s ’penoe-«l
on ther p’ison. An’ hit war mig ty lucky iu'
Hanktbet naryone o’themleaked admp.

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ther foot of ther bowlder, ’lowin' her back ha'r
ter lean ‘ ther rock, while ther pilgrims stud
roun’ g ’ et her, wi’ the’r corn-cake

wide open, an’ eyes es big es Mexican dollars.

"At las', one on ’em, Tom Jones, what we
arterwards 'lected sheriff, gi‘n a le‘p inter the
air, an’ be sex, see he:

‘° ‘ Boyees, we air fixed clean through! Hver’s
a pilgrim what’s bin skuted thine-way by Prev-
erdence. fer ther special benefit of on, us an’
ours. Thar‘s no use a-talkin’; we'll Kev a burg
right hyer inside 0’ a week. Stranger, e’re a
pressed brick! What’s yer handle, an whar
did yer glide fromi'

“ ‘ Pards,’ sea I, ‘ I‘m Hank Holbrook; thet‘s
my ole woman, an’ this air my outfit. We
come from Texas, way ter Tewcson, ‘tendin' ter
meander up ther range; but of thar’s ary show
hyer fer ‘ pay dirt,’—eeein' l’m plum broke, an’
can’t progress very speedy cu three wheels—
reckon I'll locate right hyer.’

“Then thar come some more he ole yells. an’
ther pilgrims gut up a big stag-dance. ’Bout
then, Marm Holbrook opened her pers, an'

ad sorter skeered an bewildered. This made

m all stop thar circus, an’ jerk of! ther som-
breroe: an' ther soft-headed gerloots 'peared
like a passle o’ idgits, fer they bedn’t see’d a
Elilgar-kivered human since that ha’r war

or

“ When ther ole woman see‘d they war white
folkses, an’ noticed that I war chuck-full o’ laugh,
she ut b’ilin' hot mad, an’ shuck her flats at me,

“ ‘ ank,’ see she, ‘ yer ood-for—nothin' puser-
lanimous purp—wh didn t yer 'splain this hyer
biz? Yer know I war ’bout skeered ter
deathl

“ ‘ Yer knowed I thought hit war ’Paches a—

ellin', an' yer wouldn’t ‘splain ter me ter re-
ieve my mind. But I’ll git even wi‘ yer——
dang‘d of I doesn’tl

“ I’ll shuts back Texas-way erlone, wi' ther
hull outfit jist es soon es yer ,git drunk ag‘in;
whiich I’m purty sure I won have long ter
we t.

“ Thet's what ther ole woman spit out, stran-

r; an’ when I gi’n a big smile, kinder on ther

ocsn’trkeer-a-dan style. an' p‘inted ter ther
smashed wheel, w ioh kinder made me safe on
thet threat. she gut wuss an’ wusser. But ther
lgrims gut round her, afiatterin’ of her es
c’ful as if she war Queen 0’ ther Cannerbull
Islands, an’ she gut some pacerfied. I reckon
though I tuck no notice of ‘em, for I war stakin'
out a claim, which war ther section 0' dirt thet

ther ‘ N t ’ war built on.
“ Nex’ ay, ther slabs an’ sich ‘roved hem
Tewscon, an I opened up on ther whisk’ biz, an’

traded some meal an’ tricks fer timber ‘nough

ter slap up ther Nugget.”

“Why did they name the town Sardinebox
City?" inquired the stranger.

‘ I’m a comin’ ter thet,” said Hank. “Yer

see’d a cedar pole stuck up et ther head 0’ ther
street, I reckon es yer rid in!”

“ Yes,” was the reply, “ I noticed it.”

“ Wa-al, thet air our fiag-stafi' an’ of yer‘d
gazed clost, yer mought ha’ diskivered a sar-
dipeébegp nailed on to (é’rhlilt.I an’ I opine hit air
in ty roperate. splain.

f¥800n es we hed slap up ther Nugget, I
am a free boree all roun’, ter ther boyees;
{91' “will slung in a heap 0‘ work fer nix.
We bed a slam-up sellerbraticn; an’ ther ole
woman. the menerfactureda ’Merikin flag outen
a ole shoot ep’ some red kallker, with blue ans
“rpm an e extr big one in ther midd e fer
Antone, though h t warn‘t counted inter ther

nion.

“Hit sot ther bo ees jlst 'bout lnm crazy,
an’ they humped t arselves inter fiber cedars
ter cut a pole for hit. They war all purty well
soaked wi terrantaler juice, an‘ ther poles what
they brung in were mighty cork-screwy, but
we s’lected ther straightest.

' “We bed a fight settlin’ hit an' ther 'sult
alga we hed three stifi's ter plant, ther fast

in .

“ on we bed a heft argyment over what
a?" bull! sh‘u’d be cog’ Some on ’em wanted
l“? “‘1de erter Marm Bolbrook, callin’ hit
“Album, thinkin’ that mought sound sorter
'fipecmblfi. But my ole woman gut mighty riled
“P W“ h“. an’ she sw’ar’d she war a meetin’-
home woman. an' thet ef the couldn’t start a
bur .Wlbbout Bo dang’d mnc fuss—killin’an'
cho n’ folkses—she wouldn’t hev her name dis-
graced thet-a—way.

“ Finerly we concluded ter call ther burg

Sard'ne-box City. on ’00th o’ ther pil ms a-
gittin’ down fer ther last grub, ist es ’roved,
Which war abox 0’ Sardines. e nailed ther

same box on ther pole, but hit’s rusty now.

 

.l The, pilgrims what ’rOVed wi’ ther wagons

The....'!-‘amm¥e9fTaos-

from Tewcscn made up a consider'hle crowd,
an' we hed ’bout es hefty a jamboree es when

Giant Geor ’roved from St. Louis.

“Marin olbrook rayed some, fust off; but
she couldn’t stand h t. She levanted u ther
range, an'crawled inter a hole in ther me an'

hung out thar all night, though she war pison
fear’d of a coyote er a jack-rabbit. Fact air,
we all hed ter turn out nex' mornin’ an' hunt
her up; fer ther boyees felt dead sure thet ther
burg would go ter ther dickens, of she hed gut
chawed by a griz, er tuck by ’Paches. Ther ole
woman hed gone inter ther hole 0n ther hum,
like a blue streak. an' she left has 9 0’ her call-
ker behind her: for she bed on her .test dress

which she’d wored fer ther sellerbrate. I hed
ter git ahint a rock an’ laugh a spell ter myself
when I see'd her.

“She war es wild es a hungry panther an'
yer monght ‘a’ hung a camp kittle on each 0 her
eyes. i see‘d H w llr‘d a ragin', ravin’ tornado
cork » i up fer me; an’ I jist turned like a top,
an’ \» hr. down ther steep side 0’ ther mountain
like a nu a k H htin' on a rabbit.

"Marin Eel 00k war arter me on ther whiz,
an’ I knowed she’d wallop me ’bout ter death.
Howsomever 1 ’membered thet she war mighty
fear‘d 0’ dead folksee, so I p’inted fer ther bone-

ard, what we hed ned ther day afore, an’
nded right straddle 0’ one o’ ther graves.

“That war all thet saved me, stranger; fer
ther ole woman soon es she see'd I war sottin’
whar ther stiff hed bin planted, turned pale, an‘
looked sick enough ter puke. Straight she
atomizeded fer ther Nugget, an‘ up inter ther

arre .

“Thar she squatted fer three days an’ nights,

while I sent up blankets an' grub ter her on ther

er like a

"l An' I air a~bouncin’ down on
ank Hol-

averlanche o‘ smoothin’—irons,
brook i"

This interruption came from a crack in the
kitchen-door.

The voice continued:

“Yer'd better simmer down, fer I knows
whenever yer gits a-blowin’ ’bout my glidin’
down ther mount'in, in thet unbecomin way,
ye’re a-gittin' yer skin full 0’ whisk’!

“Stranger, war ’mong a ssel o’ wuss ‘n
savages that time. an' they haiu‘t much better
hyer now. I can't see er, an’l doesn’t keer
tor; fer I‘m down on 1 men-folkses ’ceptin’
Giant George an’ Arizcne Jack an’ Tom Jones,
but I advnses er ter git; fer thet dog-goned,
good-fer—nothin , whisk’eucker husban’ o' mine
air purty nigh enter ther edge 0’ ther jim—
jams!

“He hes ‘em ’bont once a week; an' in a
couple 0’ skips. he'll fly at yer like a bcbtailed
buzzard thou b or wouldn‘t think hit by his
look. do see peg a cotton-tailed rabbit yister-
day an' he‘s a gin’ral terror 'roun’ hyer.

‘ nk yer kin jist lay down ahint ther‘bar,
an’ I’ll git a bucket 0’ water ter babtize yer
with. or needs ther ordemance ’bout now!"

This most unexpected and singularl worded
interruption to the host‘s story proc ed, as has
been said, from the kitchen; and was, unmis-
takabl , in a female voice.

Han at the first word, whirled around and
slid behind the bar, disappearing from view;
an action that caused the stranger in black to
decide that the warning from the next room
had not been given without nds.

He therefore mapped quickly from the bar to
the street, moun his horse, and turning the
animal about, left the town at a gallo , by the
same way he had entered it—that s, up the
range, by the sta road, and soon disappeared
over the spur of t 0 range.

CHAPTER III.
RECOGNIZED.

Tim stranger in black galloped fully a mile
from the summit of the mountain spur, over
which the stage road led and arrivad at a
broken, rocky and cedar-dotted gully. How
he came to a halt, and listened intently for a
moment.

He then urged his horse into a cedar thicket,
bordering the trail; and then, turning about,
toward the point of entrance, he drew a Colt’s
navy revolver from a holster hidden by his
coat skirt, quickly cocked it, and, with bridle-
reins gathered firm, stood with his feet braced
against a rock.

A moment later, a horseman appeared, ap-
proaching from the north toward the thicket.

He was a man of gigantic build, and most
mfifianly in appearance. He was attired in a
pair of greasy and tattered buckskin breeches,
the fringe along the outer seams of which was
mostly torn away, a blue woolen shirt, cow-

 

 
   

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hide boots. and a broad-brimmed black som-
brero, pushed upward in a “ Hyer I air, dang’d
of I ain‘t ” manner.

The inevitable brace of revolvors and bowie
of the border were buckled about his waist, and
his long, snnburnt hair was coarse and tangled
as was also his beard. His eyebrows met and
mingled, shading deep-so dark and treacher-
ous eyes, which were smal in comparisiou with
the rest of the face, and had all the nervous
glances of one who was suspicious of danger.

They were bloodshot, and wild in ex res»
sion, and guilt had left its brand upon t em;
while his face and bands were bruised, indicat-
in that he had not passed many days since
he ng in an encounter with his fellow-man.

Altogether he was not the kind of individ-
ual whom one would care to meet on a lonely
trail.

The condition of both man and horse proved
that Ll‘r y had traveled far, and for many days.

As this gigantic borderer urged his steed,
with spur and much profanity, toward the
thicket, the man in black drove rouelsh me,
and his horse sprung in one maddened bound,
directly quartering upon the trail of the in-
truder; at the same time, leveling his revolver
at the breast of the giant, as he yelled, in a
quick firm voice:

“ Hands up, or you are a dead man!"

Never perhaps, was a men more an rised,
and at the same time filled with abject r,
than the southward-bound traveler.

His tanned and bruised face blanched as much
as was possible, his eyes showed a deathly fear
that was entirel out of lace in one of his
build and seem ng experience; but this was
only temporary. His bravado returned, when
he saw but one man confronting hi ' but never-
theless, he threw up his hands, and brought his
fagged-out horse to a halt.

“ Dang my iron heart, stranger!" be ex-
claimed, after a moment’s scrutiny of the man

who confronted him; “yer run in a su rise-
rtv on me, so suddint-llke, thet I t h ther
igflunfes hed got me, dead sure. er see, I

has ’n myself away, but I knows who I air a
talk n’ to. Ye’re ther pilgrim} see'd slingin’
gab tcr Doubloon Dan, in the boys
Chico City, New Mex‘, ’bout a veer b ck, al'ore
his Pumas got cleaned out by Recky Mountain
Al's crowd. Drap thet shutin‘-iron, fer hit
mought ’splodc, an bore my ‘natermy.”

The man in black lowered his weapon, with
a grim smile of satisfaction, as he said:

“ I thought I had struck my man. Once
seen, you are not easily to be mistaken. What.
do you mean in regard to the Pumas being
cleaned out?”

“ I means what I hes spit out,” was the reply.
“ Bee yer ary a chew er terbacker ’bout yer?
I’m plum bu’sted up fer weed and whisk'."

The man in black seed a silver tobaccobox
to the huge rider, w ose eyes brightened as he
opened it; but his countenance fell, as the con-
tents were displayed to his critical vision.

“ B’ile me fer a bilious humrd. stran erl
What d’ye pack sich trash es that fer! it
looks es though it hed bin chewed by a fine-
toothed critter. I always uses plug. I’m na-
tur'ly inclernated ter hard things, often mas-
tercatin’ bowlders fer breakfast, an’ pickin‘ my
grinders with a bufller bull‘s horn.

“ Ya-as, es I said, ther Pumas was cleaned, all
thet war in ther cave ’bove Chico, an’ Doubloou
Dan turned up his toes et ther same time.”

“Were all the gang killed?” asked the stran-
ger, evidently deepl dc ressed at the news.

“ Wa-al, not ’zact y. ar war ’bout a imker's
dozen on ’em whet war out arter ths’r critters,
an‘ didn’t git kerral’d. an’ they skuted down ther
range when they foun’ out how things hed gone."

“ Were you with Doubloon Dan!

“ I come dang’d nigh bein' tuk in onion ther
wet. Yer see, thar war a ‘greement ’tween me
an’ Dan. ‘gards some ilgrims what I war layin'
fer. an’ I hed jist left im ter git ther p‘ints ln
Chico. When I see‘d how things hed Went,.l.
levanted fcr Arizone. Was yer interested in
ther lay-out, stranger?"

“ l was a friend of Dan’s before he went on
the road. But, never mind: I reckon you and I
can pard, if you as so. Where have you been
since you were at ico'i”

“ Meanderin’ ’bout ’mong ther mines; an’ dog-
gone my iron heart, I’m jist a-hankerin‘ fer a
pavPob. What yer gut on hand?"

“ n the first lace, have you any pardsf”

“ Nary one ar was half adozen 0’ our sort
wi' me, but I skipped ther cam . fer I never
goes inter a burg with anybody. heerd 0' Bar-
dine-box City, thet hit war a party fresh strike
an’ I concluded ter glide in an’ see what I could
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- ' “ I know; some 0’ tber ‘ citz 'wthet is, Iknows
’91:: by repertashe. I heard yer war a-workin’
this section, though I didn‘t know yer cog. I
’nenterfled yer when I fust heerd o‘ yer rig.
What’s yer handle, now, an’ how many boyees
hes ver gut?” v

“Iain known as Capitan Black, and I have
but seven men left, for I had a hard tight down
range, not far from Tucson, and had to git up
and dust. But I have a job on hand that will
pay big.

“ Early this morning I was up range, and saw
you in camp. 1 thought I knew you, and re-
solved to lay for and get you to join us. There
isa rich woman in this burg below here who
must be corraled, and her Wealth also. I have
taken steps to secure her, and I want‘ you to go
at once into the town and get all the informa.
tion on can in regard to her.

“ he infernal fools in Sardinevbox call her
the An el of the Pinaleno Range. Find out
where or money is kept. for she must have
brought a large amount from the States. She
has gone to Dead Man’s Gulch, and the only man
whom I fear in Arizona is with her. His name
is Giant George. i reckon You know him, or of
him—most of our sorr do. e cleaned out the
‘ Panthers’ some time since.

“I count on my m‘n getting a chance to
secure the woman. A cousin of hers from St.
Louis is the‘man I’m working the job for. If
she goes under, he will come into her property,
which is a large fortune.

“ He’s a cowardly, suspicious cuss. and insists

n seeing her die before he will believe that
she is dead. That shows he is smart enough in
one way: for [wouldn’t murder her, as you
know nor do I believa you would.”

“ a-al, hit would take some ‘dust’ to
'make me choke her off. Hit’s jubous biz, an’
mighty onlucky.”

“ W. at name do you go by now?”

“I’m ther Terrantaler' o’ Taos till yit—dog-
gone my iron heart ef I hain’tl I kin chew up
most anythin’ from a buflier bull ter a bowlder;
but I ain’t feelin’ chi per. on ’count 0’ skeercity
o’ whisk’. an’ ther d rig-dong o’. my iron heart
heis grit down ter ther flicker of a Junenbug’s
W n o '

“ $7011, old pard—for so I will call you—that
can soon be remedied. Here is gold. and when
it passas from my hand to yours. our interests
become common. Is that understood l” .

As he said this, Captain Black passed a roll of
coin to the burly roman, who grasped the same
eager y.

“ That’s ther wa ter put hit, Cap’ Black; an’
I’ll roll inter Bard ne-box City, an’ ’stonish ther
natives, same time keepln’ a eye an’ ear open
for boss biz‘.

“Thet Giant George air a. hell un. Hit takes
a six in hand, an’ a big ox-tra n ter block his
trail. But I’ll watch out fer ther cues. He
run me outen one burg ’bout two year-back, an’
'come nigh bavin’ me choked 011': but I reckon
hes lnm forgot me by this time. Yer wants
her nd out w ar this Angel hes hid her duck-
ets; an’ I’m ther perrarer promernader thet’s
goin’ ter strike her ‘ cache '1’

“I hope you will, Tarantula; and ‘there’s a
cool five thousand for you if on do.

“But,if it is not to be ound, the Slipup
Mine has at to slip up. The machinery must

to smithereens; for this Carlos La
Grange, the cousin of Lena Reynolds, otherwise
the ‘ Angel,’ is as revengeful as Satan.
. “He swears that every one who stands be-
tween him and this pro rty, shall die; but he
hasn’t got the sand to kil a jack-rabbit.

“ However, we needn’t care a continental, as
long as he pays. I‘ve had a hard run of luck
lately; lost twenty men within three months.”
~ “Yer hes bed hit rough—dang my pureer-
lanimous pictur’, of yer hain’t! But whar air
yer carg'p, an’ whar air ther cuss Carlos La

n

“We are ‘holed’ over the range, straight
northwest from Dead Man’s Gulch. You can
scout around the Slipu Mine. about night;
and, if you hear two blac wolf yelps, followed
by a third after a. short interval, you can go to
the cedar thicket, whence the sounds proceed,
andyou will meet either myself Or one of my
boys. Then you can report all your news.

‘ If they suspect or recognize you in the burg,
 must make a run up the canyon to Dead

n’s Gulch, where, in a clump of cedars at
the base of the mountain, near two gravss,
you must wait until some of my men come to
guide you to our rendezvous. , - ‘

“I shall ride on the u trail :for'a few miles,

tosseiflcan icknp menyourmention.
Before. noon, ijndgnwmy ho a will have
secured the Angel.’ shave on after her

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,a long time; but she was captured by Apaches
the very night she arrived. .

“The reds skip the town, robbed the
coach, and took. us. Reynolds, Hank Hol-
brook and his wife captive. But they were
rescued by Giant George and the ‘cilz_’; thus
disappointing our friend Carlos, but givmg me
what I hope will be a paying job.

“Hang it, I’m getting more and more des-
perate every day. This masquerading never
did suit me. ’

“Dang my iron heart, Cap. ef I shouldn’t
like for see yer onc’t as yer air on lher ram-

gel

"Yer ’pears now more like a gospel-slinger
nor pry other kinder human.

“ But, I sw’ar, I’m as dry as a sand hill, an’
hungry ‘nough ter swaller a pickled Piutel I
reckon I’ll 'wait until I kin see Ca itan Black
as he really air. Dang’d cf 1 oesn’t; fer
mebbe so hit’ll put an extry dingdong inter my
iron heart, givin’ me more vim fer fulur’
fightiu’l”

As the Tarantula was speaking, Capitan
Black, as the former had termed himself, urged
his horse, a magnificent animal, into the cedars.
and in a few moments returned; but would not
havs been recognized as the same man.

His slight beard had disappeared showing a
assably handsome face, garnished‘now by a
ong, silky mustache and imperial. .

His coat had been cast aside, as well as his
roomy black pants: and he now appeared in
buokskin breaches, heavily fringed, and studded
.with silver buttons. His shirt was richly orna-
mented, and fringed also; ’but the skin of both
garments was dyed black, and the breeches
were tucked into high-topped alligator-skin
boots.

His sable sombrero was looped up at the left
side by a singular and suggesive emblem, to
wit, a skull and cross-bones in eavy engraved
silver.

About his waist was a black belt, with holsters
and scabbard of the same hue.

it held a. pair of siIVer mounted Colt’s army
revolvsrs and a. huge bowie-knife; a heavy
square silver clasp fastening the belt in front.
upon which was deeply cut the same dread
symbol, a. skull and cross-bones.

He sat his noble, symmetrical steed with a
grace that was perfect; and both horse and
man seemed tohave become freed from a re-
straint, and relieved from a heav load.

As the animal sprung from t e cedars,the
two presented a fine picture, and drew from
the astonished giant an exclamation that was
characteristic of the man.

“Dog gone my cast-iron heart, Cap’ Black, I
pass! Yer kin take tller ‘pot;’ sweep ther
board, 811’ I’ll crawl under ther table, stick my
head under my wing, an’ sing ther doxology ter
myself. I’m a-humpin’ myself on extry jumps,
ter git this job through hunk: an’ I pards Wi’
yer from this on, of I 1039 a couple 0’ my legs!”

“Hal hal hal” laughed Capilan Blrck. ,‘]f
on lose a couple of legs, you’ll have plenty
eft, if you’re true to your name. Mr. Tarantu-
la. But biz is on the bill. I’m on up the range

now, like a streak. Mind well my instructions.
Solongl” .

“ Whoop-er-upl W hoop- er-e-e-e 1”

Thus yelled the giant, as both men started:
one hspeeding toward the north, the other
sout .

“Hyer I am a-comin’. with a pocket full 0’
dust! I kin tell these sardines I’m fish-hungry.
an’ sp‘ilin’ fer p’ison. I’m ther Terrantaler o’
Taos. what never lost a leg! .

“ Dang ther ding-dong I’ll foich hit back
inter my iron heart, afore a red c’u‘d scrape out
a arrer. Hurrah fer Capitan Black an’ the Ter—
rantaler—ther perrarer perambulator an’ mean-
dernr 0‘ ther mountings!” _

Thus on, toward Sardine-box City went the
burly desperado; while, up the range. Skimmlng
the earth like a bird, went the 1089.“ sable
steed and its black-garbed and back-hearted
rider—both on missions that threatened to
bring disaster and death down upon a long-suf-
fering woman. and upon the citizens of a new
town, that had long struggled_for bare emst—
ence, and was now but beglnnlng t0 feelthat
success, happiness and presperity were Within

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CHAPTER IV.
‘- .GIANT GEORGE.

I! was high noon of the same day on which
Capitan Black and the Tarantula of Taos met
that a party of males and females, five in num'

‘ber. might have been seen travelm the wind-
ings of edeep canyon. a few miles the «north-

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The banks of this canyon were steep and in—
surmountable, except at two points near the
tawn,,hut higher up, the gullies and wash outs,
formed 1) the mountain torrents during rains,
afforded ngress and exit. '

' The leader of the party was a man of lar
size—in fact, gi antic—babith in a suit of hue -
skin, with roug boots and black slouchvhat, all
5b0Wian service. while at his belt were the Usual
rcvolvars and bowie. The clasp of the belt bor ;
this inscription:

GIANT GEORGE. \
Presented by
Luna REYNLLDB, me LAWRENCE.
" The Angel 0‘ ther l’cnarlayno Range."

The man was one who. would any“ here com-
mand attention and confidence. His blue eyes
were keen and wand. ring, as  inured to scenes
of danger, and revealed in their clear depths an
honest, true and brave heart, while fearless-sues;
and recklessness were shown in every glance

A man of iron nerve was he—that could be
seen at a glance—and one who could be depend-
ed on to the very death.

Close behind him rode a young but well de-
veloped man, fresh and rosy, free and fearless,
as any one would at once decide.

Fancifully fringed and tastefully ornamented
buckskin breaches, a blue woolen shirt, loosely
confined at the throat, high-topped beets of fine
workmanship, and a black Sombrero, made up
his costume—all new and fresh, as they say on
the border.

Eagerneas flashed from his eye as be swept
the wild surroundings with a gaze that seemed
to court conflict with man or beast.

A brace of army revol‘Vers and abowie, all
highly ornamente in silver, were held at his
waist by a belt,.upon which was engraved:

ARIZONA J A CK.
Whoop her through or bu'st.

Taken alto ether, Arizona Jack was one who
sustained ful y the legend beneath his name.

No scout in the far Southwest was more noted
for daring deeds and skill in following the fierce
Apache than Giant George; and the recent ter-
rible ex erience in the history of Sardine-box
City he proved Arizona J ack—then a “ tender—
foot,” who had arrived just in time to partich
pate—well worthy of the confidence and friend-
ship of the citizens. . In fact, he had been
claimed as a pard bv Giant George, and had
proudly accepted the honor. .

Next to Jack rode a female, clothed entirely
in black. Her face was white as the driven snow,
and stamped with gireat grief and suffering,
And few on earth ha been called upon to bear
more than she had done. for her loved and only
brother had been murdered not far from this
very spot, and in seekin to avenge his death
she had been captured y his murderer and
rescued by Giant George. Soon after this event
she had been united in marriage with one who
had been parted from her through, the Villainy
of the same man who had murdered her brother,

The wedding had been solemmzed at Sardine-
box City—the first and last ceremony of the
kind performed there—and Giant George With
his famous burro. Don Diahlo, had accompanied
the ha y pair to St. Louis. The bride, Mrs,
Reynom, was none other than Lena Lawrence
known in Sardine-box City as the “Angel .0;
ther Penarlayno Range.”

The gold 0 her murdered brother. Sam LBW-
rence, which Giant George had accidentally dis-
covered, had made our eroine a very wealthy
woman. '

But the party had not long been in St. Louis,
when poor Lena lost husband, father and sister
—her only near relatives—by yellow fr ver; and
new, discomolate and broken-hearted. she had
accompanied George back to Arizona. only *0
fall into the hands cf the. Apaches. as has been
stated, but to be providentinlly rescued, along
lwith her fellow captives, Hank and Mann Hol-

rook.

At the same time, a beautiful Castilian girl
named Marietta, was saved from the power of
the Indians. .

The mother of Marietta. fl half-insane woman,
known as Warnitta the Wild, was rescued on the
same occasion. These two made up .the little
equestrian party. Both of them purposed to
return with Lena Reynolds, now on a visit to
her brother’s grave, to Tucson; but, as ever,

. man only proposes .

On. 'n the order we have mentioned, rode 0111'
friends for some distance along the bed ( f, the
canyon; when. suddenl Giant George turmd ‘0
the right. and enters a dark gulch which led
toward the range, all following, and diSBPPwF'
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Although there was the full glare of a neon l

daysun abovo them, all was cool and twilight [
Within the deep, narrow gulch. |

It was a place to inspire awe; but the whole 1
party seemed only filled with sympathy for the ;
sad and pale faced woman whom they accom~ 
pained. l 1

NUIIO Were more affected by the situation 1
than was Giant George himself.

For some distance they traversed the deep:
gulch, and then the bright sunlight displayed !
an Opening in front of them, revealing the fact '
that the head of the canyon terminated ina!
huge basin. 

Here George and Arizona Jack halted, but ‘
Lena Reynolds and the two Custilian women
passed on, crossing the basin, and disappearing
Within a clump of pines at. the base of the
mountain.

To the west of this motto of pines, the side of
the basin was more broken, and easier to sur-
mount, and .was covered with a growth of
stunted cedars.

At this point, or above it, there was also a
break in the range, seemingly formed by some
convulsion of nature. '

Lena Reynolds preceded her companions, and
entering the pines, passed to the further extrem-
‘ity of the same, nearly to the base of the cliff,
where upon a double mound—«evidently two
graves—she threw hersolf prostrate and sobbed
bitterly.

, The woman Warnitta and her daughter, out of

respect for her grief, proceeded no further than.
the h )rder of the trees, where they seated them-
selves side by side.

Giant George and Arizona Jack stood near
each other, holding the lariats attached to the
necks of the horses. V

.“Dog-gone hit, Jack,” said the former, in a
low voice, “ I’d a hang rnther make a. break
plum erlone through a ig ’Pache village than to
come ter ther gulch w1th ther Angeli Hit’il
sp‘iie my appertite fer a half moon. I kin allers
see Sam Lawrence die over again, es he did hyer.
an’ poor Terrif a-hangin’ head down on ther chfl.’
yonder. .

“ Dang them cussed ’Pachesl But we paid ’em
up purty well for that biz, an’ no mistake.

“ Shes a-cryin’ herself ter death on the’r
graves, jist es she did whep I hrung her hyer
lust off, when them dang’d pies of El Capitan
scooped her.”

“ Do you think it safe there now, George! I
am feeling stran e and suspicious.”

“ .What c’u‘d arm her now? We-‘uns hes
cleaned out most 0’ the reds, ’eeptin’ ther squaws,
an’ every one 0’ El Cupitan’s Pantht rs we made
turn up toes nigh four moons agil). I doesn’t
b’lieve that’s a crooked human wit in two days’
ride and more.”

“From what I know of this section," said
Jack, “1 don’t belieVe things are safe at any
time. There seems to be a curse on this town of
Sardine-box.

“' But give me a history of things connected

with the first arrival of Mrs. Reynolds in the
burg. It will serve to kill time. I mean the
main ints."
‘ “ a-al Jack, Iain‘t a man of much lingo,
but I’ll gi’n yer ther rough p'iuts. Fast ofl’,
8am Lawrence and Willerhv, what war arter-
wards ther outlaw chief El Ca itan, left St.
Louis together for ther West. illerh she:
Earn an robbed him up Colorado-way, euvin’
him for cold meat.

“ Afore Willerby left St. Louis he'd gut Se in '
an’ Lena’s dad tor purchase a heap 0’ had wild-
cat minin’ stock, what ruined ther olemun.

“ Yer see. Wine“)? Pertended tar be in love
with Lena, but she ever begsged ter Reynolds—
, . uar’ young man—an' she rerfused ter hev

W i1 erby; so hesw’ar‘d revengc.‘an’ he tuck hit.

“ Be ruined her dad, es I said an’ writ false

'letters, an’ broke up Reynolds, who war a mate
0’ his’n an’ Sam‘s at school. .

“He then shot Sam, arter gittin' him W’est,
but 35m didn’t go under. He corned b er an’
struck it rich, savin’ a heap o’ nuggets. w ich he
stOWed away up range, an’ which I foun’ arter-
wards.

"Wa-al, Willerh turned road-agent an’ gin-
fral robber. an' he pened down hyer an’ act
Right 0' Sam: 8'1’ Bee’d)thet he hedn’t killed him
upcountry. Then be logged Sam a in in this
byer begin. a"); :3“? hmhter die; bu I comed
ion an nusse m n t er ines vunder fern
w ontil be, Whipped OVer t‘her divide.’

°‘Howaomem..afore he died, he writ tor
Irena. an’ she ’06 {mm st... Louis tor Sar-
dmebox City. ham, taken adeniavy tor hev

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crooked. _

“Jist then, Lena‘s ole lover— Reynolds—-
coined ’long, an’ fuck a han’ in ther fight. We
laid Willerby, er El Capitan es he called his-
self, out coli in his own cave, an’ cleaned ther
gan out. Then Lenaan’ Reynoldsguthitched,
an’ scooted ter ther States—me an’ Don Diablo
-—’iong 0’ them; but ther yaller fever cnned in,

an’ Reynolds an‘ Luna’s sister an’ her ole dad ‘

all died in one WCck, an’ 1 brunged her back tel
Arizona.
“But I’m fear‘d she'll go under ’fore long,

Jack; an’ she huin‘t no nigh relations 110--

whar.

“ Es bad es she war feelin’, she never forgot
ther citz; an’ she sent on a wagon—train o’
quartz mills, un’ furnaces, an’ tricks for ther
‘Slip3 np.’

" ut. es 1 war sayin’, she seems like ter soon
be a real bony fido angel up yunder; an‘ when
she is, Giant George ’11 wander roun’ ther perra-
rers so chuck-full o’ sorrer that he’ll git tuck,
an’ be toasted by ’Paches store a moon has
passed.”

At this moment piercing shrieks cut the air
from the direction of the matte, and the face of
Giant George turned ghastl , and his e as be-
came fixed on the pines, as e stood for he mo—
ment frozen in his tracks.

“By Heavens! pard George, it is as I told
you. There’s another load of misery dumped
upon us.” '

Before the words Were well out of Jack's
mouth,Giant George bounded like a madman
Series the rock floor of the basin, followed by

ac .

Wamitta and Marietta sprung shrieking, with
pallid faces. out from the matte; but Giant
George heeded them not, for past them he shot
crashing through the pines to the graves of
Sam and Terrif.

Grasping the branches and crashing through
them, in his terror and anxiety, while he fixed
his glassy eyes upon the sky between the chi!
and the mntte, his features drawn in an a ony
of grief, his lips too tightly compressed toa low
him to articulate, George reached the two graves
among the pines.

Lerlia, the “ Angel 0’ Penarlayno Range,” was
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CHAPTER V.
nANx‘s NEW CUSTOMER.

THE sun was high in the heavsns, and it was
extremely hot. as the tagged-out horse of the
Tarantula of Time: reached the summit of the
rocky spur and passed down the decline toward
Sardine-box City.

The face of the burly borderer expressed not
on! great suffering of bod . but sur rise as
we as he gazed down upon he deserte town;
for all the po ulation, as we have soon, had
gone to the “Eiiip up ” Mine to witness the un-
loading of a train (1f wagons, which contained
the necessary tools and machinery for its de-
velopment. Tin-so had arrived three days pie
wens.

“Dog-gone my cast-iron heart!” exclaimed
the giant outlaw, in his wonder and disappomt-
ment.

" What in dangnation's ther dimcult’ down
yonder! Et that ain’t 8. empty sardine-box, I’m
ther boss pervaricator o’ Arizone; an’ of ther

i burg ain’t busted flat. I‘ll chaw flint fer grub
. ther remainder 0’ ther moon.

" What in thunderstion ’ll I do! Hyer Iair.
jiat ‘bour. half dead, arter skutin' clean from
t’other side 0‘ nowhnr, with only p’ison ’nouah
ter last me half-way. I’m sick enough ter puke
up my in’ards!

“I’m smashed and bu‘sted up ginerally, ter
say nothin’ ’bout ther hug-juice thet’s gone dead
inside my stomach, an‘ left me Without Vim, an'
es slimps es a eel what’s been left high an' dry
arter a rise an’ fall.

“ Dang’d of I don‘t burn every dan 'd shant
in Sardinehox City out 0’ pure culminate, ef
can’t shake out some vs hisk'. I’m gittm' ea des-
prit es a hungry griz’, ’count 0‘ hevin’ ter skate
0‘15 0’ Tophet Digginis when I had a dead thing
on makin' a big steak.

“ Howsomever, I did bleed some tender hufl's
outen oonaider’ble dust, which air all thet hes
gels; '31: Ill“)!!! wiltin’ on ther trail.h An", now‘

I c hes panned out extr ric , w pro-
spec‘a ahead. Hit does me good: I’m ban '41 cf
hit M't. ter feel in my : but. ther.
sharia o’ Tophot-Diggins know'd who I
W. M fa’jep’ that-rho“ o’ my wealth, an'
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hoes luck that I run ag‘in’ Capital: Bhok-bchaw
myear on ef hit-warn’tl
‘I b that I won’t run ag’in’ that hi
scout, Giant George; fer I’ve got too nmc
tan ue, an’ too litzle sand ter buck ag’in’ him.
wit out a free pass on ther lightnin’ ’spress tu-
kingdom come.
“Wa-al. hit’s whisk’ er ‘akip over ther
. divide,’ wi’ ther Terrantaler o’ Taos this fair.
ell doesn’t strike bug juice speedy. Ifm im—
tur‘d wuss nn’ wuss every site; try nag takes,
an’ ther critter air ’hont - s be ( 11' es ] s.”
At this moment, the giant outlaw, after pass-
ing down the deserted street, came opposite tla
I Nugget Hotel; it bein now about an hour and

i a half since Ca'pitan B ack, in disguise, had left“

i the same. ~

“Hooray!” exclaimed the Tarantula, in ex-
treme relief and thankfulness. “ Dang’d e! that
ain't a show fer liquid ’freshmcnts, ef thar’s
any in ther condemned burg; an’ by the 100k'o'
things I kin help myself.

“ What in thunderation air up wi’ ther folkses
0’ this locate? Thar hain’t bin no cyclone er
water‘spout ter sen’ them on ther fly. E! that
bed, ther shanties ’ud be flat, an’ scattered per-
misc’us like.

“ Nugget Hotel! Thet‘s all hunk fer a house
cog; but Bu - juice Bazar suits me better. Ther
boss bar 0' C ico Cit war named tbet.

“Howsomever, I es ther nuggets, of that'-
any one ter sling p‘ison; of not, I prospects fer
1i uids on ther hum.”

rging his weary horse to the end of “the
building, and tying the end of the lariat to a
cedar hush, allowing the animal free range for
about forty feet, the Tarantula bent his way
E'itthavering step to the front entrance of the
o e ‘

Stepping into the doorway in a stifl manner,
the giant peeped around the screen into the bar-
room, where a tempting array of decanters met
his eager view. Not a human being was visible,
though there was every evidence, both within
and on the street, of recent occupation.

Only for an instant, however, did the Taran-
tula stand by the screen. In two strides he
reached the counter, leaned over it and g
a decanter with frantic and nervous haste, his
eyes flashing with insane longing. ' g

The glimgs: of a man. seated on a low stool
behind the r
hesitation in his frenzied movements.

his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. .

The Tarantula did not take time to secure!
glass. but raised the decanter to his h
drank Inn and deep of the fiery liqu .. B:
then gaze around, smacking his lips and wink
ing his eyes with the most intense satisfaction,
muttering:

“Deg-gone my pure open an’ shet luck, of I

watch!

“Thet air Bank Holhrook. I knows dang’d
well; an’ be hes bin runnin’ his own bar es he
used ter long ago. I hes heerd ’nnugh ’lont
him ter recog ther cues. He fust opened out
whisk‘ in a wagon et ther Santa Rita Mines,
h’low Tewoson. .

i “ Ther cuss pours down more whiak' than he
filmvf‘s over ther bar, an’ 1’" help him lower ther

u: s.

q"I-Iyer goes ag’inl" raising the decanter to
his mouth, “bycr's luck tcr everybody what.
doesn't buck ag’in’ ther Temntaler. Keep cfl’
my grass, pilgzims, an’ yer won’t git hurtedl”

Again d d the huge scoundrel take a long
drau ht. Then, with the most intense satisfac-
tion, 9 began to look around the bar.

He was evidently now recovering his vim.
His muscles were regaining their natural
strength, and his blood free circulation.

 

mention has already been made, caught his
eye, and he strode up in front of the most at-
tractlve of the lot, in evident astonishment'and
admiration. ‘

“ Dans my cast~iron heart!" he muttered, “of
ther ain't some purty ctur’sl”

“ ‘ B~u~f—f~a-lo-o B-i- -l!’

“Thet means Baffler Bill, though the
doesn’t know how for spell hit. I known h
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The man was Hank Holbrook who sat thus,

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hain't struck a soft thing, I’m a liar by the,

The pictorial adornments of the bar, of which ‘

for ygraphed on my ra n-box until I turn: up
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neck: an'ge dideome cussed high bit when '
stole his thet he.th Buckskin, the dang“? '
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in camp. in ther bottom Hit war a close call
fer ther Tarrantaler. Ef l hadn’t ’a' lunged inter
ther river, an‘ skated like a‘ allergator gar fer
t’other side ther drink, he‘d ’a’ gut medead sure

sartin.

" He’d dang soon stop my wind, an’ ther din —'
don o’ my iron heart, at he run ag’in’ me n05;
fer a knows I tuck a con le 0’ pops at his right-
han’spard, Wile Bill. Gee- oss-afatl Hit makes
me iver tor think 0’ that time. Howsomever,
ther dark saVed my carkiss ag’in; but I would-
n’t Fromernada my ’Pollo—like form roun’ ther
Un on Perciflc fer all ther dust and nuggets
’tween thar No’th Park an' ther Grandee.

"So ldhg, Cody l”—with a wave of his hand.
“ I'd a heap ruther gaze et yer pictur’ then yer
orig’ Simon-pure flesh, bone. and bleed.

‘ Beadle an’ Adams ain’t ’tall smart, ar they’d

1: my ’Poilolike ’natermy pictur‘d of! in my

st war-paint. Hit would be a big hit, an’
’u’d sell like hot tortillas durin’ a norther in
Santa Fee.

“Ain’t I a border hero! Wa-al, I should
smile, lum out loud! I‘m ther Terrantaler o’
Taos. t er Darin’ Devil 0’ ther Divide!

" Baffler Billy 2”—with a wink, and a touch of
sombrero rim, and scraping one foot backward
on the floor—“I’ll see yer ag’in, an’ talk biz,
arter my iron heart gits down ter hits reg’lar
ding—don . I kin clean out ther hull 0' Ne-
.hrask’. othin’ human kin buck ag’in’ me; but
Mister Cody, yer needn’t ter run in yer hull
lay-out on me at onc’t. Glide up tar ther
scratch a couple at a time. an’ I’ll start .thar
most ’stensive stifl- ard in Nebrask'. Es I sad
nfore, Buflier Wi lyum, 1’” see yer later.
Whooper-n l Whoop-erode!"

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grimacas, on much show of sarcasm and
ravado, the Tarantula closed his interview
with the cut of the Hon. W F. Cody, and
turned to scrutinize his host.

Leanin over the leak that served as a bar,
he saw t the Ian lord still slept soundly—
in fact, the slumber born of deep and frequent
potationa

All at once a most cunning and comical ex-
pression overspread the desperado‘s face; be
re bowie, reached for a large cork that
ay on the shelf cut out a triangular section
from one end of it, and punched several holes in
thfiposito one.
done the Tarantula, evident] bent on
mischief, and totall disregardin the mportant
v mission on which a itan Blac had sent him,
took some matches rou: a box, and inserted
the clear ends of them in the holes which he
and punched in the cork, reserving one to
n to.
' Hethen moistened and rubbed into a small
ball, a piece of tobacco. Then, by a dexterous
movement, he ignited the matches, placed the
forked 'endof the cork over Hank’s nose, thus
' closing up that breathing channel ; at the same
instant. he dropped the ball of tobacco into the
wide-open mouth of his victim.
This done, the Tarantula dropped from view,
below the counter. leaving the sulphurous
‘ smoke and flame flaring hot in the face of

Hank. .

With a wild yell, the latter sprung to his feet
the act forcin the tobacco into his throat and
nearly strung ng him. Almost blinded as well

.assufloeated, the host of the “Nugget” stood
for an instant, scarce knowing whether he was
on earth or in Hades; than, with a shriek of
horror, he darted forward, and as his hands
touched the counter, with a wild leap Hank
cleared the bar, over the head of the crouching
Tarantula, rushed from the door into the street,

A heating the air with his arms, and yelling like a
fiend, when the spasmodic choking permitted
him to do so.

Boon, however, he rolled in the dirt, extin-
guishin the flame, and, his red face new of a
grpli tinge, his muscles twitching, his e as

ed ufin the sky, and to all appearance, fay
strung g to death. __

CHAPTER VI.
asp MEDICINE.

Wan Giant George, Armonu Jack and the
females who have been mentioned, left Sardine-
box City they passed down toward the canyon
and near to the bowlder and mesquite which had
been the scene of many a tragic occurrence con—
.nected with themelws and the burg.

, also passed the spot where the stage had

_ it when Lena Revnolds and . the giant
scout returned from St. , th ther
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George, in the excitement of the occasion, had
aeen inconsiderate of the peril to which she Was
us ex ‘

Poor Hank, dead drunk on the coach-top,
keeping the scout’s burro. Dob Diablo, com-
pany; and Marm Holbrook, who had been
thrown inside by the “ cits "—all were captured
by Apaches, while their defenders were inves-
tigating the cause of a fire in the town, which
had been kindled hi the Indians.

Past these spots t a party now rode, but they
were watched b eager eyes as they descended
into the canyon y a difficult and winding path.

Amid the cedars, seated upon his horse, was a
most rufiianly-looking man; his bloodshot eyes,
unkempt hair and beard, and reg ed buckskins,
proving him to be a wanderer of t e mountains.

He was armed to the teeth, and no sooner
had the party led by Giant George startedup
the can on, than he rode to the opposite side
of the t icket, and taking a red kerchief from
his pocket, he waved it about his head, to-
ward the range.

Afar up the mountain, :1 similar si al was
soon displayed in answer, from a ssure in
the rock; then, a moment after, a flutter of
red from the very summit of the range was,
for a moment, visible. '

The spy waited a reasonable time, and then
Spurred llB horse boldly down into the canyon,
following the party of scouts and women; but
keeping at a. safe distance in the rear.

When the gulch, into which our friends had

ssed, was reached, the rutfianly-looking spy

ept on up the canyon for some ittle distance
until a washout was reached, that led toward
the range.

Up this he proceeded hastily, soon coming to
a point where he was enabled to spring from
the gully to the surface ground: which, at the
foot of the range, was bowldcr strewn and in-
terspersed with clumps of cedars. Cautioust
he proceeded until near to Dead Man’s Gulch,
reaching the pine matte which has been de-
scribed.

Here he dismounted quickly, and enteringa
thicket led from it a horse ully equipped or
the trail; and upon the saddle of which a bound
securely a stone of a hundred pounds in weight,
or more.

This done, he remounted, and leadin the
horse he had taken from the thicket, he ova
spurs, and sped back to the same wash-out up
which he had so recently made his way from
the canyon.

Reaching this, he urged the horses at head-
longspead toward the north. and away from
Bardine-box-City and Dead Man’s Gulch.

Fifteen minutes perhaps before Lena Reynolds
entered the gulch, two rough and desperate-
looking men clambered down the northwest
side of the basin, and entered the matte; keep-
ing close to the side of the cliff and concealing
themselves within ten paces of 1he two graves.

“ Reckon we’re jist ’bout on time, Jim,”
said one to the other, in a hoarse whisper.
“ Hyer. take a fresh drink, for that rock-
climbin’ air calkerlated ter take ther vim
outen a pilgrim."

“I doesn‘t never take a back seat when
liquids 1's a-flowin’, Bud; so I’ll take a shifter
far luck. _But we must light, fer this air
pokerish biz we’re on. gp’ Black showed
yer a heap o‘ favor ter slip out a bottle 0’
p’ison this mornin’.”

As Jim spoke, he raised the flask that had
been passed him, took a long pull at it, and
returned it to his companion, who also imbibed.

Both men ware rough in appearance, and
their desperate and hunted look attested their
character.

They were undoubtedly outlaws, and had
judging from their look and manner, long led
the lives of border bandits. '

J.“ what makes yer think this air risky biz,
1m

‘3 I doesn’t think so—I knows hit. I hain’t
bin in Arizona, knockin’ roun’ ’mong ther rocks
fer a year, not for know all ’bout Giant George.
He’s a double bar’l’d hallyun, an’ steel ain’t
made ter slash him, nor ball ‘ter borehim.”

“ Hit’e a dang’d good thing ther 'Paches didn’t
cut ther wind otfen ther woman we’re'arter,
Jim: er we’d ’a’ lost this hyer job, an’ we needs
‘dust’ more’n ever afore, since We gut cut up,
so dang’d bad Tucson-we . Giant'George be
dang’dl, Reckonlkin fotc him wi' my shooter,
at he gits too ramhunctious. . -' , > '7

“Eek: that Carlos La'Gran what air‘s‘o
anxious-tor ant ther, Angel’s ’ I on
we’ll, in “thin, d not kWh-va he
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“ Dang’d at I ain‘t in wi'yar on that job, para
Bud! He’s ther meanest cuss ever struck Arl—
zone, an’ ortor be wiped out far bein’ sich a
dan ‘d coward that he can’t do his own dirty
wor .

“But what makes ther citz o’ Sardine-box
call this hyer woman ther Angel, I’d like ter
know?”

“She war ther fust purty gal what evar
struck ther burg, an’ turned things inside out,
when she set Giant George an’ ther cits on ther
Panthers, that bed bored her brother in this
hyer very basin.

“Then she shoved ‘dust‘ tar feed ther cits.
when nuggets war sca’ce; an’ now she hes
fetched a will an’ furniss, tor run ther Slip up
Mine; but, at ther orders 0’ Ca ’ Black air ker
ried out tar-night, ther mers eenry won't be
wo’th shucks.

“ ’Cordin‘ tar ’greement ’tween Cap’ Black an’
this hyer Carlos La Grange, ther burg air ter
Re buI sted'all up, ’cos they is friends ter thu-

n e .

“gCarlos sw’ars they must go under, butther
dang’d or’nary erloot c’u’dn’t buck ag’in’ a
jack-rabbit hisse f!”

“ Hil’s poor biz, an’ I hates ter hurt a woman.
pard ; ‘speshly when we knows she is a fa’r, uar’

a1. 1 doesn’t blame her fer goin’ fer t em
what killed her brother. Howsomever, we-‘uns
hain’t no use fer them kind 0’ feelin‘s, when
‘duat’ air t’other side ther balance.”

At this moment, Bud grasped the arm of the

aker, and leani g forward, peered through
t e foliage.

Both men distinctly heard the sound of boots
on the rock floor of the basin, approaching from
the direction of the gulch.

“ Now, Jim.” said Bud, as he cocked his re-
volvvr; “if Giant George air with her, blaze
inter him when I gives ther sign. I ain’t a-gom’
teii‘be heat by ther big cuss on this deal no sort
0 ow.

“ I’m ready tar play pards wi’ yer an ther
shoohnBud, of ther cuss runs .his nose this-a-

we 3. I
th'l’he sound of boots drew nearer and nearer to
e .
“ Soon as she comes in, we-’uns must gobble
her, an’ it without ’lowin’ her tar spit out a
sip. she does, ther big scout ’11 'n as a
heft tussle, an’ mebbe so wipe us out.

“ e'r’ right, Bud: but of John manages tor
lead him on ther false trailhles hes bin ’ranged.
we kin make our way ter er cave as easy as
rollin' 06 a log. All we wants is a half-hour,
an’ we’ll leave nary show 0’ trail arter us.”

Just then the horses seemed to have come to a
halt on the verge of the motto; and the‘next
moment the black-robed figure of Lena Rey-
nolds entered the clear space near to the grave
of her brother. -

At si ht of this unex vision, so far
remov in up aranca rom an ordinary wo-
man, Bud and im gazed into each other’seyes
in superstitious Wonder, each clutching tightly
the arm of the other.

For quite a minute they crouched thus; than
Bud, throwing off as much as possible the sin-
gular feelings that the sight of the le woman
in black had produced, took a pal from his
whisk -flask, and pamed it ovar to Jim, who
also rank dae ly; than, by silent gestures to
the latter to fo low him, stealthily crept to the
rear of the figure, now prostrate upon the

rum.
gTSpringing forward quickly, a gag was thrust
into her mouth, and she was raised from the
earth. .

They had no resistance to subdue, however.
No bonds were needed to secure their frail cap
five; for the sudden shock had overpowered hel‘
wreslaaryzi brain, and she lay senseless in thearms
o u .

In five minutes, both men, with their black—
robed burden were hurrying toward the heart
of the range, eavin neither trace nor trail, to
show to those who ad loved her as their own
lives,.where the Angel of the Range had been
taken.

No human beings had ever been known to
pitch tent or eneamp in the barren spot on the

opposite side of the, range. Not even the fierce

ever been known

Apache, when not hunted had
hur-

to retreat to the spot where Bud and Jim
tied with their captive. ‘
Naught but rough. broken rocks, hemmed in
by tsuing/trifxtine, walls the:h Mares”; ward,
ran“ as 'flssures,wi vbere' , a
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revealed. For, at a low whistle from Bud, an
Indian, of a most repulsive and murderous
look, spermig with a loud “ Waugh ” from a
rock and confronted them.

H 3 long lack hair was thrust back from his
forehead and a dirty red kerchiaf, bound tight-
ly, held he same in place.

Ashort bow and a uiver of arrows were
held at his back by a strip of beaded buckskin.

A more fiendish-looking human being could
not be uced; and his character was pro-
bablfy more fiendish than his appearance.
d3 seamililliia of aArmshand gagirlal build pardo-

m m an ac e—pro b a ran a
from his tribe. p y 08

“Good boy, Satan!” said Bud, with relief.
“lead on tar that hole; far 1 sw’ar I doesn’t
b’fieve I c’u‘d find hit at I hunted a month 0’
Sundays.

“ Jim, take her! I swan ter cristy, I’m plum
broke up comin‘ throu h ther rocks. '

The Indian stood in is tracks; a look of won-
der upon his hideous face, striped as it was with
para] el streaks of gypsum an varmilion.

“I‘ll take her. ud,” said Jim, reluctantly;
“but I'll Own that I never ’spects ter hev
another streak o' luck artar this h yer scrape. I
wish’t I hadn’t ’a’ gone inter bit. Ef I doesn't
lay far that States cuss what sot us unto hit, I
he .s ter never slash another mail-bag!”

ith these word Jim took Lena. in his
arms. she being stil unconscious, and Bud
shook himself, as if with great relief. He then
refreshed himself with another glass of whisky,

'ving the flask, when he had done so, to the

ndian. The terrible countenance of the latter
contorted into an a proach to a smile as he
received it, and rais it to his throat.

The Apache than pointed to the captive,

an in :

z Eseap bad medicinal”

“Dang’d ef yer ain’t right. Satan. But lead
on: we want to get her ofl our hands,” said

Jim.

The Indian, with a. light, springy step, led the
outlaws, by many a winding way, amid the
bowlders, and charisma foot of the range. He
then sprung upw for some distance on the
mountain side: when, turning an abrupt bend
within a winding fissure, they all entered an
arched passage, soon emerging into a cave
chamber.

From this they passed into another, smaller
in extent, the floor of which was covered with
robes; a couch, rough benches and tables being
scattered here and there about the a rtment.

As they entered, Jim planed the st ll insensi-
hle form of their unhappy captive upon the
couch, and the same instant, a young man of
dissipated appearance, with a flushed face and
flashy attire, reeled into the cave-chamber. and
gave a yell of mingled axultation, relief and
triumph, as he reoo nixed Lana Reynolds.

Staggering into t a middle of the apartment,
after one glance at the face of Lane he thrust
his hands into his pockets, jerked them forth
full of gold eagles, and threw them high in the
air toward Jim, Bud, and the lndian.

Then, giving another yell, he strove for a
moment to keep his standing position, stagger-
in right and left, back and forth, but in vain.

a next moment he fell prostrate upon the
floor, and there lay in drunken insensibilitv.

.Again the Indian’s arm was raised, his finger
poxnting first at the prostrate man, and than at
the An I of the Range, as he uttered, in a sig-
nifican manner:

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CHAPTER VII.
BECOMING convman.

Tm: “Terrantaler o’ Taos " was forced to
thrust the brim of his sombrero into his mouth
to mother the Ian hter that convulsed his burly
frame, as the lan ord of the ‘f Nu get ” went
fly-in over the bar, and over himse f as he lay
crou ed on the floor.

When the victim of his cowardly and dan-
gerous practical joke landed in the street, how-
ever, and rolled in the dirt, and the Tarantula
begun to realize that the shrieks of Hank could
be heard from afar, he ran quickly out, grasped
his victim in his arms, returned, and seated him
on the and of the counter, leaning him against
the front slabs of the room.

This done, he can ht up a decanter and glass,
and admmistered a arge dose of whisky to his
patient; whose eyes now rolling wildly about.
showgid Plaln‘y he Iisol'ly and fright he had
sufle . .

The gigantic mush 0f the border had taken
the precaution to stand upon the cork in the
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landlord’s nose in his struggles with the ball of ‘
tobacco in his mouth.

The whisky however, seemed to act as an
antidote: and. gradually the little red-faced
man became more composed and natural.

He strove to speak, but only a gurgling and
rattling‘in his throat and a spasmodic contrac-
tion of is face was the result of the attempt.

t i‘ Dang my cast-iron hteartl” saihd the (Taran-
ua, assumin an are 5 m at an it
which was in crous in the gxtigemg “ 
ther matter wi’ yer pardl Does yer git sich
fits often? E? or oes, I’d ’vise yer ter hev
somebod roun tar take keer o’ yer. Ef I
hadn’t ’a glided this-a-wa y, yer’d made a clean
jump inter kingdom come, without makin’ yer
will er sayin’ ‘ so-lon ’ ter yer frien‘s.

“ ' t seems ter me t at ya r’ a ormight small
specxmiin of a human tar run a bur o’ t er size
0 Sardinezbox City all erlone. W or in thun-
deration air ther ‘ citz' 0’ this one-boss locate?

_ “ Howsomevcr, I kin wait for an explain on-
til yer annertommercal 'rnngements gits back
ter nat’ral biz. Don’t wag yer tongue ontil yer
has? begins tar go pitty-pat, like a cat lappin’
mi .

“Less take a snifter tergether fer I reckon
hit’s your treat; an’ I feels kinder choky, es
though I had rid all day over a alkerli plain.”

Pouring out two glasses of whisky, the “ Ter-
rantaler” placed one in the tremb ing band of
the landlord, and rasping the other, they
clicked crystals, emf drank with evident satis-

tion.

The landlord took a second drink, and then
leaned forward, and threw his legs ovar the
counter, bracing himself with both hands upon
it; meanwhile gazing in a perplexed manner at
the man before him, whom he did not remem-
ber ever having seen before.

“ Doesn't s' )ose yer ever fixed yer peepers on-
ter my ’Polo-like ’uatermy afore, said the
Tarantula, straightening himself proudly.

“ Eowsomevar, I’m ther pilgrim that kin spit
out your co ’thout scratchin’ my brain-box.
Ye’r knowe as a purty squar’ sort 0’ a whisk’-
slinger u an’ down range, ’mon ther boyeee;
an’ of a n’t mistook, ye’r’ Hank Olbl'OOk i”

The little black eyes of the landlord expressed
surprise and pleasure, as be extended his hand,
which was grasped quickly by his guest, and so
violently shaken that he was jerked from the
counter to the floor; a grimaoe of pain contort-
ing his red and bloated features, as he cried
out:

“Hold on, stranger! Dang my cats, ef yer
hes gut a iron heart. I wants yer ter undercom-
stan that my hand air simon-pure meat an’
bone an' bleed; ’sides I doe~nt keer ter be
shoved rouu’ much, fer I’m shak jist now.
My gs is all loose, an’ I’m not ist squar’ in
my thinkin‘-box.

“ Whar in thunderation did yer come from
an’ what’s bin ther difilcult wi’ mai Dang’d e
I didn’t go ter sleep, an’ wake up whur I c‘u’d
take a double-bar‘led aflerdavy that I smelled
brimstone an’ sae’d ther blaze. What war I
a-doin’ when yer fust ’roved in this hyer

burg;

“ er war a—tryin’ ormighty hard ter dig yer
own grave, out in that street yunder," answered
the Tarantula, with a loud laugh. “ l’ll sw’ar
[never see’d a human scratch avel livelier.
Hit war as ood es a circus—i ang’d ef hit
warn‘tl Rec on heart disease or ’perplexy
must run in yer fanierl’y, doesn’t hit?”

“ Nar aapperplex’, said Hank. “I reckon
hit’s a hectic tew hefty a surplv o’ whisk’ that
run down my crrigatin’ pipe. ’m a ole fool,
and I hes come dang’d nigh skippin’over ther
divide. Fact air, I war borned dry, an’ I never
knows-when I hes got ’nougli (own. I has
often tuck a piece 0’ chalk an’ marked every
drink on a slab, 'ist ter see ’bout how many I
Could chamber. au’ not wilt. But hit wouldn’t
work. When I come roun‘ ter biz, arter purty
nigh turnin’ up tees. ther hull side 0’ ther bar
war kivered wi’ chalk marks, which showed
that toward ther eend I must ha’ bmosockin'
down ’bout a hundred marks for one drink, an’
tryin’ ter fool myself.

‘ But Marm Holbrook. that’s my ole woman,
she sw'ars'I tuck ther hull number, an’ more
tew; for she see‘d me skip sottin’ down a hefty
lot 0’ drinks.

“Stranger, I can’t help hit—'speshly when
I’m erlone. I opened ther Nuglget fer biz, an’
lively bin at that, an’ when t or ain’t no pil-
grims a-yellin’ fer errigates, I has ter keep
thlingl a-movin’ by pourin’ down p’ison my-

se f.

“ I’m orm ad yer drap‘d in. We’ll hev
somethin’  b'liava yer 'arked me eaten
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holdin' me at ther door 0’ ‘I‘ophet, ready tar
“as?” i . w. a.

“ a s or , s ran r ar er
’rove from! yAn’ovgiar air gr a-p’intin’i” y

“Don’t ax iew many questions ter onc’tl
Hit kind'er flustercates me. Sling out some
pure quill, au’ I'll interduck myself arter-
wards. I’m dang’d of I ever war so cussed dry
afore.”

Bank walked around the and of the bar and
quickly “set ’em up,” his face new beaming
With evident pleasure and great relief at havingr
escaped the ciutches of the Evil One, as well as
from having an arrival who seemed able and
anxious mdrink as often as his own appetite
called for stimulants.

“ Hyer’s ter ther Angel 0’ Pcnurluyno Range!"

80 snug out Bank, in a shrill, pipin voice, as
he thrust his glass against that of t e Taran-

ula-

“Dang’d ef I hain’t beam tell 0’ her. Hycr
gees!”

Thus spoke the giant. He then drank and re
placed his glass upon the counter. Both men
uow stood lookin at each other, each trying to
read the other’s c. aructer and both beginning to
feel the effect of the fiery liquor, an unusual

uaniity of which had been drunk in a very
' ort time.

“ Now,” said the giant, as he drew his sleeve
across his bearded lips, “now I’ll interduck my-
self. I’m acellerbrated border hero, I am. I
come from up range, an‘ I’m p‘ii ted down fur-
der at this h yer burg don’t pan out tar suit me.

“ i'm a high-fly romcrnader o’ ther perrarers
an’ meanderer o ther mountin vs. 1 takes my
see-esters on ther aks, ’bow t ier flip-flap of a
buzzard’s wing. ‘11) a roarin’ roger an’a terror
when I giis on a jim-jnm glide an’ hes ther con.
tract for startin’ stiff-yards fer every burg
what’s slapped up on thcr ran a.

"Jist lsten ter ther ding- cm: 0’ my iron
heart. I’m ther Terrantaier o’ Tans, a terror
ter tender-buffs, a bad bird on bufi’ler. and a
perferator o’ pilgrims that peramberlates ovsr

my periater- tch.
“ ’m ther errantaler what never lost a log.
M breath air ’ison nu’ I war hatched with a

fu 1 set 0’ grin ers, that hill crunch up quariz ct
wedy an’ as fine as any mersheen on ther range.

hen I strike a pay lead I doesn’t hev ter lay
roun‘ fer capital ter start biz, hutI goes right
straight ter chawin’ an’ shippiu’ ore.

“ I pards wi’ nobudd ’ceptin’ when I‘m iloat~
in’ ’bout arter fluids. het ‘niinds rue—Hank,
slida’em out ag’ini Hit’s my treat an’ thar's
ther valler rocks ter liquerdate for her light—
nin‘ ii uid.

“ lOO er-up! Whoop er-e-e-ei

“Hver air! Gaze at me! Hyar’s ther Ter-
ranta‘ier o’ Taos on a jim-jamboreei”

As the bully rattled of! this extravagant ha-
ran ue, at times bringing his hu a fist down on
the ar with a slam that cause the decanters
on the shelf beyond to tremble, as well as the
nervous landlord, the bead-like eyes of the lat
ter expressed much astonishment and admira-
tion, mingled with no little apprehension.

This highly gratified the braggart and caused
him to “ cotton” to Hank, who. if he had any
doubts in regard to his guest bein a “great
border hero,” had them soon dispe led by the
display of a handful of twenty-dollar gold

ieces, which the giant slapped down osten-
atiously on the bar.

“Dang’d at I ain‘t ormi hty tickled tar hev
yer run in on us,” said Han with emphasis, as
he again extended his hand for a fresh shake.

“ do sn’t jist now reckermember o’ hearin’
tell on yer, though I s’pose I beg. Yer see
I’m pnrty well broke up, from bein’ tuck by
ther cussed ’Paches, an’ my reg’lar whisk’ out
011'. Ef hit hadn’t ’a’ bin for Giant George I’d ’a'
bin tortur’d, an’ so would m ole woman.

“That makes me think t at ye‘r’ ’bout ther
same heft an’ hight as George. Yer’d make a
tOugh ole pn’r 0’ nrds for a big party ter buck
ag’in’ ef yer’d bot git started tergether.

” Reckon yer knows George—ther Bald Head-
ed Eagle 0’ ther Rockies—everybuddy pui'ty
nigh. down an’ n ran e, knows him.”

“Ya-as, I has Rice 0’ him,” said the bully,
his face suddenly expressing anxiety. “ Realm"
he ain’t ’bout these diggins new, air ho?"

“He‘s up at Dead Man’s Gulch, wi’ Arizona
Jack, sn' ther Angel an’ some other kaliker~
kivered humans; but I’m ’spectin”em tar-night.
I’ll interduck yer when he ’rows.”

“Dan my iron heart!” said the Tarantula;
“ hit’s lucky that I skuted this-a-way from
Chico City, whar I had bin runnin’ ther burg h
awhile. I’m glad ter git a show ter run ag’in’
that Giant George.”

Although the hraggart thus spoke, be red”

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solved -to “skip the town"before the arrival
of the celebrated scout, who well knew his
character and history.

' But the liquor had, to a certain extent
blunted his judgment, and also his dread of
meeting George, or he would have left Sardine-
box City without delay.

“ Whar in thunderation air ther citz.o’ this
here burg?" he asked, as they again clicked
glasses. “I thought, dead sure, when I just
’roved. ther town had bu’sted."

“Dang my thick head! I orter ’a’ tole yer
store,” said Hank. “Yer see, ther Slip-up

‘ Mine hain‘t never bin wo’th a. tinker’s cuss,

sinc'e ther shaf’ war sunk, because thar warn’t
dust enough in ther hull burg ter pay for a
crusher, an’ furnisses, an' sich. We-’uns war
nigh bu sted—bet yer life!

‘ But Giant George an’ ther Angel ’roved jist
in time ter save us an’ ther burg, for they
brunged ’long all ther mersheenery fer ther
‘Sli up. Thet air three days back, an’ ther
hu l burg hes bin on a jim-jamboree ever since;
this sun-up bein’ ther fust time anybuddy c’u‘d
git down ter any sense.

“ They has all gone now ter unload ther wagons,
takin’ a Job n-demy o’ whisk’ ’long ter lubercate
that in‘ards, an’ keep snakes from hatchin’ in
thar butes.”

Thus did the Tarantula and «Hank Holhrook
converse—One or the other treating every few
minutes, until both were prostrated. Then the

iant crawled in behind the bll‘. and clasping

ank in his arms, the two fell together into a
deathlike slumber upon the floor.

 

CHAPTER VIII.
nxcrtaunx'r AMONG run “crrz.” ‘

THE Blip-up Mine. as has been mentioned, was
about half a mile from the street of Sardine-
hox City. and the discovery of the vein of gold-
bearlng quartz alone had prevented the depopu-
lation of the little town. .

Some of the citizens had also been fortunate
in their search for “ pocket ” deposits, but they
dared not venture, for feartof the marauding

A ches.
These, although prevented from leavin the

' burg, had no great inclination to do so, as. rom

' and furnaces, went wild

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frequent battling against common dangers and
rivptiom, they had become, so to speak, one

mily.

Lena Reynolds had. by her generosity, en-
abled the “ citz " to hold together; for, previous
to her do rture from the ace after her mar-

e wit Mr. Re nolds, s e had supplied them
wit liberal donat ens from the treasure left by

.. her murdered brother.

. All had been equally anxiousto serve and
save her from the power of the bandits, and
some had lost their lives in her rescue. She had,
therefore, enjoined upon those whom she left

- behind when she returned to the “ States,” that

they should hold together until she should be
ebb fodevelop the 811 up Mine.

Matters hem in t is condition, it was no
wonder that w en Giant George returned. all
supposing that he had brought news of the mill

w th jo . Nor, that
they also went wild with grie .when they
learned that their benefactress had been in the
mach which they had drawn down to the can-
yon, and which had been rifled by the
A aches.

0 men were ever more desperately deter-

, mined to battle to the death than the “cits,”

when they started on the rescue. In this they
had succeeded .but four days previous to the
opening of this narrative—as has been told in
“ Arizona Jack.” Half Dime Library No. 275.
The arrival, of the wagon-train, with the long-
cowted furnaces and mill, which promised
ros may to all, had caused the “ citz,” as
an Holbrook expressed it, “ ter b’ile over wi’
are giad an' ter cellerbrate by gittin’ drunk es
’iled owls.” -
This celebration had lasted three days and
nigh“, during which Sardine-box City had been
turned into a pandemonium. The women had

. taken up their quarters at the bowlder near the

canan during this time on a pic-nic by them-
selves, havin been drawn there in a w
fully provis oned, Marni Holbrook ng
charge of the culinary department.

Upon the fourth morning, however—which
was the commencement of our tale—the wagons
had hitched up,and with feeble cheers, for all
hadyflied themselves hoarse, the train pro-
ceededtotheSlip-uo Minuet the foot of the

with , dimculty, much labor being
,to ear the w . , _ .
was in the middle ythe‘fwhin the
wagons reached the  mam varlqus
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a shaft which had been excav
laborious hand-drilling and blastin

The course traveled led up a wll'd gorge, its
'sides rough and broken; the same making an
abrupt bend at the foot of the mountains. form-
ing a huge basin, the shaft bein on the north
side, and at the very base 0 the towering
1' ( 0.

he sides of this huge natural excavation
were fifty feet high, at all points except at the
opening at the west, and the mountain side; all
being rough, craggy and broken, and almost in-
accessible, to ascend or descend, being at the
risk of limb, if not of life.

The bed of the basin was comparatively level,
and of not more than a half acre in extent.

Here a busy scene was presented when the
train arrived; the wagons uein left as far as
possible from each other, an the oxen de-
tnched, and allowed to roam, still in yoke, down
the gorge.

There were some thirty red and blue shirted
miners, all told; each armed, and wearing the
inevitable wide-brimmed sombrero of the South.
west. Their faces were as joyous as those
of any crowd of men ever congregated together;
fcr Tom Jones, the sheriff of Sardine—box City,
and superintendent of the mine, as well as gene.
l'al leader in every thing at the burg, had called
all hands, at what he deemed the proper time,
and dealt out a reasonable amount of whisky
to each. This, he thought was necessary to
counteract the demoralizing of their stomachs,
consequent upon the indulgence of the three
davs previous.

When the oxen were clear of the basin, all set
at work with a will to unload and place in se-
cure positiona the various castings and machin-
ery for the working of the mine; and as no
sheds had as yet been built, under which these
valuables could be placed, the tilts of the
wagons were removed, and, placed over each
load, to protect them from the dew of the com-
ing night—the intention being to erect sheds on
the fo owing day.

The “citz” had passed so many trials, hard-
ships, actual want, and deadly danger from In-
dians and outlaws since the Settlement of the
town—battling successfully with all, and having
only a few days before almost annihilated the
band of Apaches under the celebrated chief El
Orso, that Ihey dreamed not of any present
danger—in fact, it seemed imposrihle that any-
thing could now occur to mar their present 89-
curity. Both outlaws and Indians had been, as
Tom J’pnes expressed it, “ wiped out shck and

lean. .

Not that they suppOsed they would be exempt
from danger in the days to come: for Arizona
swarmed with hostile bands of red-men, and al-
most as desperate and merciless white outlaws.
But disaster and danger had so long been their

rtion—they havin been almost continuously

ghting against bot , they imagined now that
they had banished all—and, to crown every-
thing, the “ An e ” of the burg was with them,
and had broug t with her all that they had
ho )ed and longed for.

hey were, therefore certainly justified in

suptposing that they won d. for a time at least
be ree from all outside hostile interference, an
could go on uninterrupted with the one grand
object of their ambitiongto wit, the rigging up
into working order of the Slip—up mine.

The old name still clun to the shaft, regard-
less of all attempts to cal. it otherwise.

And such was the general s'ate of feeling.

It was almost night when the last wagon was
stripped of tilt an the unlading of the same

by most

, commenced, Tom Jones yelling in a cheery voice

as the whrk went on:

“Whoop-er-up. boyeesl We’ll soon hev this
hyer schooner stripped. an’ then We’ll empty
ther John-demy, an’ glide fer ther Nugget ter
raise a leetle rumpus with Giant Geor e: fer I
rfickpn he's got back from Dead Man’s ulch by
t is. '

A faint cheer arose at this from the weary
miners. They set to work with a will; but. in a
few moments, all stopped at once, sprung
erect and gazed open-mouthed toward the
entrance of the basin—their faces expressing the
utmost amazement and apprehension,

“ Dog my cats!” exclaimed! the sheriff, in the
most intense surprise, " what ther dickens air up
down ther gulch?” , p .(

And well might be ask the question, although
thenextindanthe interpreted thesounds , t,

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umhedtojel Run fer yer lives!”

Thus yelled .Tom Jones, and his r was
quickly obeyed; indeed, man realised t e dan-
ger before he spoke. But be ore the mass of fly-
ing miners had crossed half the distance between
the wagons and the base of the mountain that
promised them safety, the crack of rifles sound»
ed in their ears, and four of their number fell,
with loud cries of agony, in their .i‘racks‘.

All now halted, in a dazed condition, but the
overwhelming mass of maddened brutes in their
rear, caused them to dash onward and leavo
their fallen comrades to their fate.

0n dashed the avalanche of terrified beasts,
surging against each other, and allowing no
hesitation in front; grinding as the went, the
miners who had been shot, from a semblance
of humanity.

As Tom Jones and the “citz " stood behind huge
bOVG'ldt‘l‘S near the shaft, 1: chless with horror,
again rung the sharp crac of rifles from some
unseen 018.1 ksmen, echoing from cleft to cleft,
and from crag to creg, and three more hardy
sons of the mountains threw up their arms, and
sunk with heavy greens upon the rocks.

“ Come on. horses!” cried Tom. “ Git fer
ther shaft! Ther cussed cowards hes ther dead-
wood on us hyer, whoever they bees. Me I
never meet, my ole marm over ther divgde,
ef [doesn’t hunt ther hellyuns what shot our
pards. I‘ll hunt ’um ter ther send 0’ this hyer
yearthl”

Horrilied and mystified beyond expression,
unable to articulate a word in the dread that
ruled them. the crowd of miners hastily sprung
for the shaft of the Slip u , and gained a poet-
tion of safety, just as t e stampedi oxen
rushed back, down the gorge, striving in rel-sled
efforts to drag along with them their maimed
mates, unable to walk or stand, and that were
still yoked to them. '

For fully half an hour, Tom Jones and the
“ ciiz ” remained in the shaft, until the shades"
of night enveloped the basin; none, not even the

sheriff, bein able to understand the origin of
this new an terrible calamity that had fallen
upon them.

The character and color of. the mysterious
marksman, it was beyond their comprehension
to decide; but there were none who did not
register a terrible and binding oath, to trace
out the cowardly assassins, hunt them to the
earth, and consign them to a fearful and igno~
min ious death. '.

But, as the shades of ni ht fell all become im-
patien and Tom Jones ed the wayout from
the has n and down the gulch.

No thought now of.the Slip-up Mine.

No thought of the furnaces and other ma-
chinery, now doubtless broken and worthless,
by the boofs of the maddened animals.

No thought of gold or gain, of hunger or rest
—nanght but revenge stirred the souls of the
surviving miners. _

“ Come on, boyeesl” again yelled Tom Jones.
“ Come on! ther hellyune gut ther dead-wood
on us, but we’ll kerral ’em yit. Come on for
ther burg, an’ our rifles!” .

CHAPTER IX.
HARM nonnaoox‘s DISCOVERY.

Tm: landlady of the Nugget Hotel was a
short, rather fleshy woman, with a pleasant,
motherly face, and the Very icture 0 health.
She was of about the same b ght and build as
her husband; but the rudd hue of her cheeks
was owing to a superabun once of blood. and
to passi much of her time over her cooking-
stove. an not from indulgence in intoxicanm,
as was the case with her helpmate.

She was the mother of the burg; being, as
Hank proudly expressed it “ther inst female
women that evsr struck ther locate.”

She had a habit of smoothing her hair, first
with the palm of one hand and then with 
of the other, while in conversation. This
seemed to assist her in ex 113' herself; as
did also a frequent smoothing out of the kinks
in her calico apron, a vestment which extended
to within a couple of inches of the terminus of
her skirt. ‘ .

This garment was exchanged for a spotless
whim one, with a linen collar about her neck,
when kitchen duties were through with for the
da .

fimyfiolbrook was a pleasant bed to look
upon, and reminded many a young In ofth
mother. far away on the old. farm latte
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to visit the grave of 8am Lawrence at Dead
Man’s Gulch, that the good landlady put the
finishing touches to her kitchen work, and
was about to ascend the stairs, and tidy up the
apartments of her female guests; especrally the
one occupied by Lena, and which she called her
“ beslest room ”

Never had Marm Holbrook been happier, and
more contented with her lot on the wild bor—
der, than since her rescue from the Apaches.
'Her joy originated as much from having again
huet with Lena Reynolds, as from her rescue.

The worthy hostess looked with Veneration
upon «Very thing that belon ed to Lena; and
the chamber of “ ther Angel’ she considered a
consecrated room.

Not once since the return of Mr-‘. Reynolds
had Mann Holbrook plastered Bank in regard
to “ levanting back exas-waiy," as had been
her went; for the company of t 1e “ Angel ” was
all that was necessary to make the world seem
bright to the motherly and simple-minded wo-
man. And this, although they were in a por-
tion of the World that was filled with deadly
perils, and far from being :1 Paradise.

Marm Holbrook and Lena Reynolds were the
women of all women to the “ citz ” of the burg,
and Were closely connected with the history of
the town.

Asa matter of course, the good hostess had
been worried somewhat by the fact that her hus-
band had indulged too deeply in his usual pota~
Lions since the return of Giant George and Lena '
but, as the whole burg had been “ r’arin’, tearinl
drunk ” at the flattering prospects ahead, she
had refrained from her usual lengthy and cm-
)hatic temperance lectures, which, by the way,
had neVer seemed to influence Hank to reduce
in the least the number of his drinks.

Neither had his numerous attacks of mania,
from the unlimited use of his favorite beverage
seemed to prove a lesson to him; for he rushed
madly back todrink, as soon as he had partially
recovered from the dread consequences of
“snakes bein' batched in his boots.”

Hank was, his wife decided, too far gone to
expect him ever to reform: and she often be-
came discouraged, and believed it might be as
well to allow him to drink the thing out, and be
done with it, for he would be no worse off dead
than alive.

However, she had registered a vow that
Hank should “ go easy on whisk’ " while Lena
Reynolds was a guest at the Nug et.

Aswe have said Marm Holbroo was through
with her kitchen-work, and taking a look
around her neatly arranged culinary depart~
ment with much satisfaction she ste ped quick-
ly to the bar-room door and opene it slowly,
resolved to ascertain t 0 cause of the silence
that now rei -ned there.

Not a soul was to be seen in the room; but a
familiar swine-like snoring indicated the pres‘
ence of her better-half behind the bar; and she
advanced to the end of the counter, and peering
around it, discovered Bank in the same condi-
tion as the Tarantula had found him.

Shaking her fist at the sleeping man, she
muttered:

“ Dog-gone yer, Hank Holbrookl Yer leetle,
sneakln’ insignifercant, puserlanimous, good-
fer-nothin’ whisk'-suckerl I must say, though
I’m a meetin’-house woman, an’ should love my
enemies. I must say thet I e’ena’most hate yer.
Yer hes dragged me clean from Texas-way,
which war hitself a tough hole ter locate inter,
tor ther foot-hills an’ bowlders o’ ther Rocky
Mountains; an’ now ye’re a-pourin’ all our
wealth down yer throat. When yer ski . eaten
this world. hit’ll be a lively time; an’ e I ain‘t
much mistook, yer’ll help ter make ther music.

“Yer‘ll linger here-a-ways though, I reckon,
until all ther p’ison air gone, an’ thar won’t be
unough left in ther Nugget ter pay fer a ’r o’
bulls an’ a Mex' cart, fer me ter levan with
back Texas-way.

“Howsomever, thar‘s one conserlation, er I
know I sh’u’d go plum crazy' an’ thet air ther

el. She won’t see Marm fiolbrook want for

n in’, long as she hangs out in this triberlous
wag-El ' ' th ti
tsmight stra erkins er me

ter sleep; but afign’ er’l make up for
bit by Poufin’ down ’bout a p at when yer opens

yet @9905.

“ or looks like a b’iled lobster, though I
hain’t see’d one since I war a al. Solongl
Yer or’nary whisk’ bloat; hit ’ud a’ bin 9. good
thing for all consarned of ther 'Paches bed
skinned yer head i”

“With these words, her features 9 musing
extreme disgust, Mann Holbrook left he bar-
room, slow keeping step with Bank's more,
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The Tarantula of Taos.

Bo infuriated was the excellent landlady at
finding her better-half in such a beastly state.
after he had solemnly sworn that he would
“ taper off outen respect for ther Angel 0‘ Pen-
arlayno Range,” that she kept on in her duties,
still muttering to herself, and heard nothing of
the entrance of the. Tarantula. The first thing
that startled her from her reverie was an un-
earthly yell froni Hank, as the ball of tobacco
rolled down his throat, and the flames and
fumes of brimstone filled him with dread and
horror.

With her eyes fixed toward the stairway, as
if expecting some fearful vision to meet her
View, the landlady Stood for a moment; then,
as the yells came, as she knew, from the street,
she again gave Vent to her anger.

“Dog gone hitl No, dang hit! I will sw’ar—
I doesn’t keer ef I am a meetin‘-house woman
—-I sw’nr, an’ I nnwan hit—a big double-barl‘d
sw’ar tool thcr ain’t no female woman what
never skipped a Sunday gatherin’ nor a camp-
meetin’ what kin stand no sich without rer~ 1
peatin' tber hull 0' her pra‘rs-i hack‘ard. l

“ But I clean fergut ther Angel. I b'lieve 1
she kin do hit; but then, she ain‘t hitched for {
life ter a bar’l of bug juice! 'l‘het (led-blasted ,
Hank hev gut ’em aa’in, sure an’ surtin’; an’ ?
thar‘s nobuddy hyer ter kerral him an’ tie him
down.”

Stepping to the window, Marm Holbrook
gazed out and below, discovering Hank rolling
in the street, and tearing at the earth. as if in a ‘
terrible fit.

Back she dashed, and threw herself on “ ther
bestest bed,” covering her face with her hands,
in hopeless agony.

“ J lSt es I s’posed,” she groaned; “ Hank's gut
’em ag’iul He must be a iron man ter hev had
’em so many times. an’ still linger in Arizona.
Hit makes me es sick as a yaller dog ter look at
him.

“ Ef he starts ter come up ther sta’rs, I’ll hove
ther hull o’ ther furnitur’ down on him, ’ccptin’
what’s in ther bestest room. 011, my! Ohl
Lordy mel Ef ther Angel sh‘n‘d 'rove back
now, an’ see him, I sh’u’d faint dead away,
outen pure shame 1”

Thus, for a long time, lay Marin Holbrook,
her head covered, and hearing nothing of the
conversation that ensued between Hank and the
Tarantula.

At last, the utter deathlike stillness, so un-
usual in the Nugget, again alarmed Marm Hol—
brook, and she sprung to her feet, lis ening in |
tently.

“ Dang’d ef he ain’t gone dead this trl , sure
an’ sartm!” she said to herself, in a oarse
whisper.

“ I do declar’ I shill faint! I shill die hyer, all
erlone—l'm dead sure on hit. fer I can’t breathe
nat’ral. 1 jist know Hank wouldn’t shot his
yell-tra ef he lied an_ life left. I wished I lied
gone w th ther Ange , an’ George, an’ t’others,
of I did hev ter meander ’mon ther bowlders
an’ sich—dang my back ha‘r ef doesn’t!

"Jist ter think thet Hank air layin‘ down
thar, stifl es a cart-tongue; to s turned up, an’
ready ter plantl I swan I can’t b’ar litl

“ 0 war a good-hearted soul anyway, an’
always war easy-like wi’ me, though I did r’ar
up, an’ b’ile OVer purty often, an’ sling some
purty pe pery ’Nited States et him. Hevms an’
arthl ow’ll I git erlon without himi I shill
die—I know I snill—an’ w ar’ll I go tew when I
dewi Not hevin’ bin inside 0’ a meetln’-house
in a hefty run of moons, I really doesn’t b’liove
I kin say over ther shortest h run I ever l'arned,
an’l ain’t a-goin’ ter try; er of I can‘t hit’li
work me upa heap more. I’m a-quiveriu’ all
ovar, an’ 1’” hev a conniption fit, of I lingers
b er Hit’s wuss ter think than for see; so I’ll
glide down an’ ‘Vestergate ef hit kills me!”

Silently Marm Hol brook stole across the room,
and descended the stairs as if treading upon e gs,
every creek of the boards causing her to trem le.

Cautiously she opened the bar-room door, her
eyes bulgin , ex .ting some horrible sight to
burst into dew, 83: not a human being, dead or
alive, was in sight.

Listening for an instant, her face suddenly

 

changed its expression, great relief, however. ,

margin back into the disgust and indignation
that he ruled her on her previous visit to the
bar; for a sound struck her ears, unmistakabl
a snore, or a continuous series of them, so hlen -
ed together as to sound extremal peculiar.
Stepping with at care, her arm half bent
forward, Mann olhmok reached out her hand,
and. ping the end of the counter, drew her-
self ong and peeped behind the bar. To her
horror and amusement, she behold the out-
of a antic man with bruised

 

and bloated features at were hideous to look

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upon; his clothing torn and soiled, his hair and
heard unkempt and tangled. *

The eyes of this stranger were closed, his hu
mouth was wide open and giving out beastll e
snores. and his broad breast was rising and fall-
lug spusmodirrully, us if dread dreams ruled hil
heavy slumbers.

This picturl- Marni IIolbrook saw and nothing
else, for Hank was shielded from her viewulziv
the counter. For an instant theluudlady ga ,
with mouth agape and eyes staring with aston-
ishment.

Then the Tarantula threw one arm wildly in
air, as his dreams ‘bccnme more exciting, and
Marm Holbrook gave a piercing shriek and
ran as she had never before run, uthering her
scanty skirts upward to enable ier to bound
more rapidly.

Her back hair became freed from its usual
prim condition and flow wildly behind, as
throu h the kitchen and out at the door she s ed,
direct y to the stone bake oven in the ar at
the door of the Nugget. Into this she anclied
hersolf head-foremost and disappeared from
\‘H‘VV.

Only a few words escaped her lips, in a horri‘
fled but half-defiant lane, proving that she felt
sure she was pursued by the hideous and gigan-
llL' stranger.

“ Leave me ’lone, yer long-ha'r‘d, mashed~
faced, condemned cuss! Yer hes swallered
Iiank an’ half ther whisk' in thet bar; but yer
can't gobble me up.

“ Leave me ’ione—dod-rot yer! I'm a meet.
in'-house woman !”

CHAPTER X.

IN A TRAP.

To describe the anguish of Giant George, II
he clutched the pine boughs, and crushed hem
in his iron gras , while he stared upon the
crumpled grass t at grew upon the graves of
 .awnence and poor Terrif would be impos-
si 9.

Only a few days previous, he had rescued the
“ An rel " from the clutches of the merciless
Apaches; and but a little more than three
months before, she had been abducted from this
very spot by a gang of outlaws.

El Capitan, her brother’s murderer, who had
ruined her father, and alienated her lover from
her, had sworn to crush her. Through his spies,
he had learned of her arrival in ardine-box
City, on a visit to her brother’s grave, and with
a urpose of avenging him.

his knowledge caused the bandit chief to set
a watch on the grave; and while Giant George
was within the basin, keeping at a distance out
of respect for her grief, she had been spirited
away.

He had saved her then, and her long alienated
lover had taken a ran in the fierce. fight, in
which El Capitan, ot erwise Edward Willough-
by was killed.

And now, after all whom she cared for, had
been snatched from her by the merciless hand
of death, and she had returned to Arizona, to be
near her-brother’s grave, and to befriend those
who had fought for her to the death-mow that
George had brought her back, not dreaming
that further dan ror trouble could be in her
way, she had van shed without a word or cry—-
sto en from her brother’s grave a second time.

Since Lena’s rescue from the Apaches. she
had never seemed like herself—the hand of
death a peaer to have been laid upon her.

Her ace, so pale et more beautiful ‘ thrn
ever, seemed to ape more of another world
than this.

To the giant scout. she always seemed to bu
different, to be far above other mortals.

Arizona Jack, who had stopped to quiet anl
reassure Warnitta and Marietta, was dum
founded at their assertion that Lena Reynol-‘s
had disappeared. He now entered the molte,
close followed by the weeping women.

Advancing. and placing a hand upon the
shoulder of Giant George, he said, in a low and
sym ithetic voice:

“ E19. rd Georgel It is no time for inedi-
tation. 9. might as well look facts in the face.
it is very evident that misery and danger am
plants that thrive wonderfully, and grow thick
around Sardinebox City.

“ Lena Reynolds was born under an unlucky
star—that is evident—but let us he that we
shall be enabled to get her out of t (1:, as we
did before, when there seemed not the slightest

h .”

O'Fleie giant scout took the hand of Jack. but
was unable to articulate a word. He looked,
inquiring] , at the weeping women beyond.

‘ Ind . , Senor George said Marietta, “ we
know nothing in regard to our dear Lena.

 

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We stopped at the ma in of the pines until we
thought she had been ong enough by herself ;
and then we came here, but she was gone.
Where can she be?”

Warnitta threw herself. upon the ground in
prayer.

" Come, come, George, let us et to work.
She must be found. Some fiend in uman shape
has been here. Stud the ‘sign,’ old pard, and
We'll follow it up, an neither eat nor sleep until
she is safe.”

At these words the giant scout straightened
himself erect and said in tremulous tones:

“ Onc‘t in faith in ther Lord ’bout gi’n out,
when ther aches tuck her; but 1 ’ 'ns ter
think that He ain’t ’sponserble fer what umans
er cnhumans d0es arter He puts ’em hyer. His
ways kinder flustercates me; but I hopes, of He
docs control human critters, thet He’ keep her
from sufferin’ an’ misery this time.

“ I hes tried ter be squar’ an’ white all erlong,
an’ I hopes He’ll gin me another show ter_snatch
her from danger an’ death."

Darin these words of Giant Geo Jack had
remove his sombrero and preserve( a prayer-
ful mien, while Marietta threw herself upon her
knees by her mother. Soon the huge scout’s
manner changed like a flash of light. A stern,
reVengeful determination settled upon his face,
and every nerve and esture betrayed the firm
resolution and indom table will for which he
was so famed. Giant George was himself
again.

Throwing himself upon the rave, at the
same time giving a gesture o caution and
a silent command by look and wave of hand,
that all should remain as they were, he began to
examine each imprint and bunch of bruised
grass, as well as the disarranged pine needles
around the grave, eventuallv reaching the
thick clump where Bud and Jim had lain in
wait for their captive.

At once he sprung to his feet. exclaiming:

“ Pard Jack, ther hellyuns hes gut her, dead
sure an’ sartainl"

" White or red?” asked Arizona Jack.

“ White faces, but black hearts, an’ I tear ’em
out. er l’m a liar l"

“ What white men can there be around here
who would do such a deed 7"

“ They hesn't been hyer more’n a week, an' I
reckon they. come from Grandee-ways."

“ How in the name of wonder do you ascer-
tain that!"

“ The w'ars Mex’ shoes," was the laconic re-
m,“ egiant scout proceeded to follow u

trail to the wall of the basin, where a

 

 

alga ceased.
a then rcceeded to ascertain if the ab-
ductor-s ha examining the

gone west, by
ground from the base of t e
south and toward the canyon.

There he discovered the trail of the two
horses, one of which had been ridden by the
bandit spy, the other, with the loaded saddle,
led by him. .

The plain “sign ” left in the thicket where
the sin is horse had been secured was also
found; t, as this evidence was so conclusive
and plain the scout did not waste time in ascer~
taining if one, or two animals had been left
there—the almost positive supposition being
that there had been two, and that Lena had
been carried away upon one of them.

Bastin running along the trail for some dis-
tance, until it pointed down the wash-out
toward the canyon, Giant George bounded back
to the basin, on the bank of which stood Ari-
aona Jack.

“Jump yer critter, an’ take keer o’ ther
cweemin n ther canyon! Thar’s only one hell—
you that’s gut ther Angel, an’ I kin kerral him,
an’ save her in an hour.”

v Thus yelled George, as he ran toward the
head of the gulch where the horses had been
left, sprung upon his steed, and spurred down
the dark depths toward the canyon, re rdless
of the protestations of Jack, who, muc to his
chagrin, was forced to remain.

Hastin placing the weeping women upon
their horses, and leading the animal of Lena
Reynolds, Jack rode on to the canyon deter
mined to guard and guideWarnitta and Marietta
to within a safe distance of Sardine-box City,
and then return and overtake his pard.

The latter dashed up the canyon at headlong
speed, alone; soon reaching the point where the
wash-out entered the same. Here he discovered
the trail of the two horses, which led up the
vast chasm toward the northwest; the pomt at
which, four days revious he and the “cits "
had eng in a gunfight with the Apaches,
and sav Lena and etta from a fate far

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The Tarantula of Taos.

On dashed the giant scout, his ea le glance
bent ahead; now and then gazing ownward
along the sandy bed of the canyon to reassure
iiimself that the trail still led as be was gallop-
ug.

Some five miles had been passed over, and he
neared the scene of the recent fierce fight with
the Apaches under El Orso; when, as he was
passing over a space of soft sand, which gave
out no sound from the fast flying hoofs of his
horse, his keen ear detected a sound that caused
him to jerk his steed to its haunches, and listen
intvntly.

There could be no mistake. The fierce and
exultant yells of the Apaches sounded clearly
from the direction of the range, and the heart
of the brave scout sprung to his throat, his
brain reeled, and he came near falling from his
horse. He now realized that, in all probability,
the “ Angel ” was again in the power of the
ruthless savages; and he, alone, and unaided,
could not rescue her, except under cover of night.

He knew that it had not been Indians that
had stolen Lena from the basin; but he reasoned
that the outlaw whites who had abducted her,
had been, together with herself, captured by
the vengeful few of the Apache war-party, who

rhaps had been forced to remain in the vicin-
ty of their recent defeat on account of their
wounds, or their wounded comrades.

Quickly dashing up a small wash-out that led
toward the range from the canyon, the giant
scout secreted his horse, and proceeded stealthil y
on foot.

No other mortal on earth could by their
jeo dy or influence, cause _him for a. moment
to ose one iota of self-possession in such a case,
or cause him to hesitate when the course was
plain before him.

But so attached had he become to Lena
Reynolds, and such was his sympathy for
her, in her deep and manifold afflictions, that
his great heart was filled to bursting, and his
brain was henumbed by this new and totally
unexpected predicament and danger that had
come upon her. when her physical condition
was such that she ought not to have been out
of her room.

With bowie and six-shooter clutched tightly in
hand, and his senses strained to catch every
sight or sound, on stole Giant George, like a
panther cree ing upon its prey.

Soon the erce wh00ps and yells were close
at hand.

With his very soul in his eyes, the huge scout
crept into a dense thicket, on the very verge of
the basin, when a strap and terrible sight
presented itself, for which, however, he was
partly prepared.

He had for some time realised that the sounds
were made by sqna we; and he knew that they
were the women of the slain Apaches, who had
lingered behind when their lords had met death,

rhaps with the hope of getting an opportunity
or revenge, or unwilling to return to another
branch of the tribe.

From the time that Giant George satisfied
himself that these infuriated squaws were
ahead, he had given up all be for Lena Rey-
nolds- for he kn *w they won d tear her limb
from limb, after slow torture.

He staggered, therefore, into the thicket, and
parting t e branches, as though he was about to
gaze on the mutilated form of the one he so
reverenced, saw, to his surprise, that Lena. was
not there.

A terrible scene it was; but a second glance
around caused the eyes of the scout to brighten,
and be felt that retribution was not a farce
after all.

That which he saw was more than two score
hideous Apache squaws, their long hair flying
wild, and tossed in the air by a hellish dance,
as they circled around a. roughly-dressed white
man, whom they had secured to a stake in the
middle of the basin.

it required but a moment’s reasoning to prove
to Giant George that the man at the stake be-
longed to the gang that had abducted Lena.
Reynolds, and that he had been detailed to lead
pursuers on a false trail.

In proof of this, two fully»equili‘ped horses
stood below, secured to cedars. he saddles
and bridles were of Texas make, and upon one
of them was bound at large stone.

All was now lain to the giant scout.

He saw that a had been cunningly duped.

The face of the man at the stake was t e pal-
lor of death, and his eyes were staring from
their sockets, as the squaws, with flendis yells,
drew their short camp-knives to scarify him,
as they passed him in their hellish dance.

The on tive was stripped to the waist, and
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This caused Giant George to linger for an in
stunt

This man was bad: but what had made him
so? Perhaps bad influences in youth.

He had most certainly been acting for an.
other, in misleading those who sought to save
Lena Re nolds: and be by no means deserved
the terri le fate that was arranged for him.

The eyes of the squaws flashed fury, and the
scout knew that a prolonged and most horrible
torture awaited the doomed man.

These thou"hts flashed in amoment through
the brain of Giant George, and his decision was
made as quickly.

Leveling his revolver, without hesitation, he
ulled the trigger, and the head of the captive
ell forward upon his breast, the bullet having

pierciled his forehead, and death ensuing in-
stant y.

As the sharp report rung through the basin
every squaw stopped and gazed upward in
amazement and apprehension. Then, as they
comprehended the object of the shot, and turn-
ing about, saw their captive was dead, a blood-
cnrdling and terrible yell burst simultaneously
from them. But as that ell sounded, five shots
in quick succession were red by the giant scout
into the hideous horde, changing their yells to
howls as a number of them fell pierced by the
bullets.

Like avenging furies, a score of the maddened
bags sped, with vengeful whoops, to a pomt in
the basin from which they could reach the level,
in hot pursuit of the one who had robbed them
of their victim and slain some of their number,
but Giant George was now gallopin like a
madman back down the canyon, well newing
that the abductors of Lena Reynolds had con—
ve ed her through the great rocky gorge that
spit the range at Dead Man‘s Gulch.

CHAPTER XI.
savrin as 

resenceo men ntat reary,roc
gorge, uown as Deed Man’s Gulch was 1%
half so deepa mystery as the fact that these
men knew of the iopcsed visit of Lena Rey-
nolds to her brot ers grave—for they must
have known it, else why had precautions been
taken to mislead pursuers.

Who they were. and why they had risked so
much to gain possession of the person of the
“Angel,” were puzzling enigmas that Giant
George strove in vain to solve.

She had but a few days before arrived from
St. Louis, and these men must, as a matter of
course, be strangers in the vicinity. This
caused aflairs to appear more unaccountable
and strange than ever.

That they were outlaws the scout was posi-
tive—probably stragglers from some bandit
hand down the range, who, hearing about the
wealth of the benefactress of Sardine—box City,
had captured her in hope of ransom.

This was the only reasonable solution of the
mystery.

That there had been two men enga ed in the
business the “si ” showed, but w ther the
man who had ta en upon himself the task to
mislead pursners, and who had been captured
by the A che squaws, was one of the pair,
none can] say. .

Certainly, there was no 9 aniaed band in the
vicinit , for the total annihi ation of the hand
of El apitan had been known far and wide,
and would prevent any other such organization
from locating in the vicinity for some time to
come, even were the “ciiz’ of Sardine-box to
“ strike it rich.”

Giant George had not the remotest idea of
going for more hog), feeling that, single-handed
and alone he cou] cope with success against the
possibly three or four outlaws, who might be
hiding in the rocks with their captive

The pallid, anguish—stricken face of Lena Rey-
nolds was ever before his mind’s e e, urging him
onward, and his great fear was t at she would
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her oif.

Little did George dream that Capitan Black,
the notorious bandit who had escaped from the
vicinity of Tucson, after nearly all his gan had
been shot or hanged, was in the Pinaleno age
with the remnant of his men: that he had. that
very day, received a halfdozen outlaws into his
band. and was lpreparing todestroy the furnaces
and quartz-mil recentl received in Sardine-box
City, having been hir to do so by a ccusm of
Lena Reynolds—a wretch who sought revolt?
on those who had saved his relative in den
thereby preventing him from enjoying her
wealth: his, by law, at her demise.

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lowed her and himself from St. Ixmis, and that

he was now in a cave at the barren bend, the ab
duction of the “ Angel” would have been no
mystery; but the mind of the scout would have
been ten times more wrtured than it was.

George’s chief anxiety was in regard to the
feeble state of Lena's health, for he did not once
entertain the thou ht that a white man lived on
earth who would 0 her bodily harm after he
had once so much as gazed into her eyes.

Thus thinking and reasoning, he dashed on-
ward, his horse panting with exertion, eventual-
ly reaching the gulch, up the dark depths of
which he rode, then into the basin, and on be-
neath the sighing pines that sheltered the graves
of 8am Lawrence and poor Terrif.

Here he quickly dismounted, threw off saddle
and bridle, leadin the animal into a matte on
the west side of t e basin, within which was a
clear grass-grown space. where, securing the end
of the lariat to a limb, he left his steed to rest
and feed.

Reloading his revolver and loosening his bowie
in its sheath, Giant George now sprung up the
broken northwest side of the basin and bounded
like a mountain-goat up the rock-bound gorge of
the Pinaleno Range.

 

We will now return to the cave at the barren
bend, where we left Lena Reynolds senseless upon
her couch.

The young man who reeled into the cave
chamber upon the entrance of Bud, Jim and the
Indian, with their fair captive, was none other
than Carlos La Grange, the nearest living rela-
tive of Lena Reynolds.

He was a diss pated yonth about town in St.
Louis, and uented gambling-houses, having
brought his fat er to grief and the grave by his
lawless and disgraceful life.

He had several times been saved from prison
and conviction on a charge of forgery; his
father sacrificing lar e amounts of mono in
doing so, thus nearly mpoverishing himsel .

Carlos had never seen fit to visit at the
Lawrence mansion, after the father of Lena
had met with heav losses in investments,
brou ht about by ward Willoughby, after-
wa known as El Capitan.

The latter, previous to his going West with
Sam Lawrence, had been a boon companion of
Carlos.

Not until the death of Lena’s near relatives,
did young La Grange conceive the idea of pro-
fitin by his relationship to her' and he would
not ave dreamed of sodoing, had not stories
passed from lip to lip in regard to the vast
wealth she had brought from Arizona, and the
extensive and paying mining interests in which
she was engaged. . _

On'ce having formed the resolution of follow-
ing his widowed cousin, Carlos was not slow in
carrying it out. Well su plied with funds, be
entered Sardinebox City :1 the night, accom-
panied by two desperate characters whom be

ad engaged in his service, and learning that
Lena had been captured by Apaches, b 3 joy
knew no bounds. I

But when one of the “ citz" rode in later. and
reported that she had been saved by Giant
George, the young man was furious, and with
his two companions took to the mountains to
plot revenge n n the scout, and lay plans for
the capture of is cousin.

Here he fell in with Capitan Black and his
men, and bribed the bandit to assist him.

The cave in the barren bond was discovered,
and the renegade Apache being the only occu-
pant, he was engaged as guide, and presented
with a number of articles which won him will-
in iv and eagerly to their service.

a’hen Jim placed Lena Reynolds u.on the
couch, and Carlos La Grange staggered ate the
chamber, the latter did not full appreciate the
importance of the capture or t e occasion; but
enough sense remained in hismuddled brain to
cause him much self-gratulation, and to wish to
reward his instruments.

This liberality, however,
much through fears for his personal safetyIas
aught else; as the desperate characters, With
whom he was now associated, inspired him with
dread and terror, although he strove to conceal
the feeling.

He feared. and with good reason, that he
would be murdered for his money. and he
drank to excess nearlv all the time, leaving
everything to Capitan Black, whom he enjoined
to destroy the wagon-train his cousin had sent
to Sardine-box Cit , and to blow up the Slipup
Mine, besides secu ngmthe person of Lena Rey-
nolds, and delivering r up to him at the cave.

The Capital) Black had full confidence in

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proved by his expeditious action, and his Well-
contrived and carried out plans.

Bud and Jim gathered up the gold eagles,
thrown by La Grange, as quick] as possible;
the Indian disdaining to struggle for the yellow
dross, which however, would not have been the
case had it been silver. Then the two bandits

rasped their rifles from one corner, Bud say-
ng impatiently:

‘Come on, Jim! Cap’ll be es mad es ther
dickens if we’re not on hand for back him et
ther big shin-dig near ther Blip-up. We’ll hev

hot work that, ard l"

“ Mebbe so, ad but we hes ther dead-wood
on ther “citz.” Rut, I’m with yer. So long,
Satan l”

With these words, the two dashed from the
cam, and down the range; leaving Lena, La
Gragige, and the renegade Indian, its sole occu—
pun s.

For some moments after the departure of
Bud and Jim. Satan stood contemplating the
forms of the unconscious woman and the drunk-
en man.

“ Waugh 1" ho exclaimed, turning away at
last: “bid medicine—heap bad medicinal”

Out from the cave stalked the renegade red,
and filling his pipe, ensconced himself between
two rocks facing the barren vale; dreaming not
of danger, and caring nothing for those within
the cavern, as scalps were valueless to him
now.

Thus the Apache sat for at least an hour and
a half. as silent and immovable as the rocks at
his side; when suddenly, not ten feet from his
position, out from acleft that wound downward
to the base of the range, sprung Giant George,
knife in hand!

Quick as a flash of light, the deadly shaft of
the Indian was lifted to the string; but ere the
feathered end kissed the int-daubed cheek,
the bright bowie of the gian scout shot throu h
the air, and was buried to the hilt in t e
bronzed breast of the appropriately named rene-
gade red.

Bow and feathered shaft fell from the hands,
that quickly clasped the handle of the torturin
blade; and with his last stren th, he wrench
the steel from his severed vi .als, throwing it
out u n the rocks, where it fell witha clan
from is nerveleas grasp. The hot blood 3 u

in a crimson arch into the air, and a orrid
death-yell echoed and re-ecroed from crag to
cm , and through the rocky gorge.

T e death-filming eyes, from out their frame-
work of gypsum and vermilion, glared hideous-
lv for a moment upon the form of the scout;
then, as his hands feebly sought to draw his
scalping-knife, he fell forward, and rolled into a
cleft of the mountain side.

 

Full an hour lay Carlos La Grange upon the
floor of the cavern, after the departure of
Satan; then, with much exertion, and not a
little profanity he gained a sitting posture, and
gazed around ,him for some time before he
seemed to recall his whereabouts.

Soon, however, his glance rested upon the
couch, and a devilishly exultant look overspread
his face, as he recognized the recumbent form
of Lena Reynolds. .

After several attempts he re ained his feet,
and swaying back and forth, c utched franti-
cally at the couch to save himself from another
fall, but in vain, for down he Went, his temple
striking against the corner of the roughly-made
structure causing the blood to flow rotusely.

Mumbl ng out a volley of curses, e crawled
upon hands and knees over the floor, and
through the archway, where he had entered at
the sound of the approach of the men with
their captive.

Soon he reappeared, a bottle in one hand.

Holding it to his lips, he took a long draught;
then paused a moment, and repeated the dose.

Waiting a moment or so for the liquor to fire
his blood and strengthen his nervesand muscles,
he ained his feet. This time he walked slowly
an hesitatinglv toward the couch, as though
not confident of keeping his feet.

Reaching it, he again drank, and then placed
the bottle upon the floor. waving his band in
the air dramatically, as he addressed the still
senseless Lena Reynolds:

“ Welcome. fair cos—welcome to my moun-
tain homel Dash me, but I’m most (hie) ’fer-
nall rejoiced to see you;somucb so that, b
all t e gods, you shall never (hie) leave hit! l
mean it.

“ it‘s a cussed long chase you‘ve led me, and
forced me into (hie) rougher company than I
ever met. even in old St. Louis, which is saying
(Me) a great deal.

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we don‘t understand each other. Here’s vour
very good health—you need it bad. There
don’t, in fact, seem to be (hie) life. ‘nougli in you
to make it murder to give you a slip along the

(hie) trail.
” Here (No), here’s at you l”—drinking
again. “ ow m blackbird with a white

face, I don‘t hie) lieve you‘re asleep. i be-
lieve you’re shamming. Do you (Me) know why
I had you brought here?”

Just then the death-yell of the Indian rung
through thecavern with horrible vividnesa, an
strange echoings, causing Carlos La Grange to
turn pale as death and cease his harangue; but-
be again grasped the bottle and took adeep
draught, not noticing the stealthy step in the
outer passage. He then stood and listened.

The giant scout knew that he had now traced
the dastardly abductors to their lair but he
hesitated at the entrance of the can, for there
was yet a mystery to unravel. '

He had discovered evidences of a number of
men. but, as far as he could see, there was but
one in the caVern.

Fram his position George could not see the
form of Lena. although the couch was in view,
the raised back being toward him.

However, he was soon able not on] to locate
her, but to learn much to astonish an infuriato
him: for again La Grange spoke, evidently hav-
ing forgotten the yell, or attributing it to one
of the peculiar whims of the Indian guide.

“ i asked you, Mrs. Reynolds," re Gated Car
108 “if you knew why I had broug t you her-ai
bu you (hie) repudiate my words. I’ll tel
yoni

“ I am your nearest relative. If xyou die, I
shall inherit your (hic) wealth; and tell you,
you’re (hie) ’bout to die. You shall never leave
this cave. I shall kill you with my own hand!
I am bracing m slf up with whisk to do 30.

“I did ho t e (hie) ‘I’aches wou d torture
you to deat , and save me the trouble. But
then (hie) cussed Sardines saved you. I'll have
my reven too, for their (hie) interference.

‘I’ve h red Oapitan Black and his men to
(hie smash the mi 1 and machinery you bou ht
wit the mono I ought to life) have. And '11
have their in cruel mine owed up this very
(hir- ni ht.

“ y t is time, the infernal Sardines are bei
shot down like (hic) d s at the mine' an

ou’ve gpt to die now, fore my resolution
ails me!

As Carlos La Grange thus spoke, he drew a
glittering‘ dagger, and climbed upon the couch:
raising t 0 steel over the breast of theer
like and senseless Lena Redynolds.

Like a panther bean in upon its prey,

rung Giant George, his feet set, and his eyes
b axing with long pent-up fury: the strength of
a half a donen men was in his sinewy and an-
tic frame, as with a yell of exult n tr umph
and ungovernable madness he caug t the vil-
lainous'Carlos in his iron grasp, and held the
quaking and horror-stricken wretch at arm’s:
length above his head. Then, turning, he rush.
ed with him out of the cavern. ,

Out along a rocky crag bounded the scout;
no mercy in his flashing eyes, until, reaching
its edge, he stood upon the same, holdln the
fear-paralde terror-benumbed wretch a or
his head, ut in such a position that he could
view the awful abyss fyawning before him—-
the deep declivit of ull a hundred feet,
down to the jagg. rocks be owl

For a moment, the scout thus held him.

Then with terrible force, the wretched La
Grange was shot through the air, far out over
that awful hight, striking with sickenin thud
upon the rocks below, and was crushed fintc a
she less mass.

Five minutes later, down the mountain-side
rushed Giant George, holding fast clutched in
his brawny arms, as a mother would her child,
Ifizna Reynolds, the Angel of the Pinaleno

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CHAPTER XII.
DING-DONG.
“DOG-GONE therhulllay-Outi Iswan hitdoes
’ thar never will be nothin’ run smooth

roun’ this hyer condemned burg i”
Thus spoke, in soliloqu , Marni Bolbrook, as
she twisted and turned a ut in her bake-oven,

into which her terror had driven her when she
discovered the “Terrantaler 0’ Taco” mailed
out asleep behind the bar. Where she had ex-

to have found her troublesome husband,

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the entrance to the oven; her back hair, which

me she rewound into a pug, acting as an apology

for a pillow.

In this tion, beyond the 'bility of
being seen ed, or taken at a disa vantage. the
landlady of the “Nugget” again broke out in
muttered soliloquy.

“ Dod-rot that cantankerous, overgrown, long-

I‘lefiged, slab-sided, smash-facsd. dirty pilgrim
w

V at’s laid hisself out ahint our bar fer a snooze,

arter prob‘ly pourin’ down a quart o’ ther best-
, est bug~juice we hes gutl

“ Whar, in thunderation, c‘u‘d Hank hev dis-
‘peared terl He orter be hove inter ther can-
yon, an’ then ther burg ’ud stan’ a show ter
progress.

“ b’lieve he's es bad es ever Jonah war.
Thar Igoes on Bible fac’s, when nothin’ 0’ that
sort orter be slung insrde o’ ten mile o’ Sardine-
box City; for thar ain’t nobudd 'ceptin’ ther
‘Angel thet’s titted ter mention ther Good
Book! Thar ain’t no redemption fer none 0’
ther ‘citz,’ I don’t believe; an’ I’ve hyer my-
self ontil I ain’t fit tor ’sociate with meetin‘-
house folkses. I swan. I sh’u‘d tremble my
back-ha’r down, of a gospel-slinger, es Hank
calls ther reachers, sh’u’d gaze at me.

“Hyer am a gittin’ so dang’d desp‘rit’ wi’
ther oin’s on that I cuss es often es Cap‘n Kid
eVer' id—l’m a bettin’ on bit!

“I’m plum worried ter death all ther time,
an’ I don‘t see no show fer things ter glide ’long
any dif’runt. Ther ‘ Angel,’ I most know, air
a- oin’ ter die, an’ leavo me; an’ then'what’ll

' -- I o? Ther hull burg ‘ll git stavin’ drunk ag’in,

econ es ther mersheenry air up; an’ ef ther
‘Slipup’ pans out well arterwards, thar ’ll be
another jamboree. l hev ter hunt some hole
eyery time, an’ a griz’--b’ar ’ll chaw me up yit—
I’m dead sure on it!

"I wonder whar ther dickens thet big cuss
come from? He’s ’bout es sizy es Giant George;
.an' that ’minds me. I wish ter gracious George
’ud come back, an’ g’in \him a h‘ist outen ther
‘Nugget.’ Hit’s dang’d strange ter me that
ther"'Amrel" can’t stay ter ther burg an’ not,
go up terDead Man's Gulch ag’in, whar she gut
tuck onc’t store, by them or’ne’ry Panthersl

“ ‘f Sam‘s gone dead, an’ thet‘s ther eend on it.
She can’t torch him back. I reckon though,

, [that George an‘ Jack kin take keer on her.

gallopin

“ Thar’s another botheration I didn’t think
on -they ’tends ter 0 ter Tucson, ter take War-
nitta an’ Marietta ack hum. an’ when the ’s
gone thar’ll be nobudd in Sardine-box C ty
that’s ’sponserble er kin ’ nded on, fer Tom
Jones air a- gittin’ ter suck own bug-juice most
as bad es Hank.

“ O-o-o-h, Lordy! I ain’t a-goln' ter borrer
trouble, fer hit comes fast ’nough. I hain’t
slep’ fer three nights, wi’ ther We on, an’ I
vow I’ll take a nap now; for th s hyer’s ther
quietest nn’ safest place l‘ve foun’ yit.

“ H.t’s ormighty strange I never thought 0‘
ther bake-oven store. I won’t say, ‘Now I is
me.’ fer hit ain’t a fit place. Dang yer, Han
Holhrookl I’ll fix yer when I git a show et yer.
Gitl—yer cantankerous—long-legged—mashed-
fact-cuss! l’m—er—meetin’-house—”

Thus ending her uliarly worded soliloquy,
the r weary so sunk into a quiet slumber.

ile she thus sle t the two Castilian women
arrived, secured the r horses near the oven, un-
conscious of the landlady’s rescues, and enter-
ing lay the rear door, passed) up to their apart-

men

As Arisona Jack had guided them u from
the canyon to the Vicinity‘of the bowl er, the
rifle-shots, fired by the bandits upon the “ citz "
at the Blip-up Mine struck their ears, and with
a cry of amusement their escort had left them,

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With t e knowledge that us Be acids was
in the power of lawless men, probe ly belong-
ing to the same band who were now ti hting
the “ cits,” and beiu unable to account or the
absence of Marin Ho brook. and the deathlike
stillness that ruled the “ Nugget " and the

, street outside, the situation of Warnitta and her

daughter was truly lcrable. Nervous and
hysterical as their recent ex riences had made
them, they were quite an tted to encounter
any further peril or tmnble.

t was dusk as Antone Jack left the two
' women at the canyon and galloped toward the

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position. «

Jack understood fully that there was trouble;
it was not reasonable to suppose otherwise, but
the character of the enemy and their object
was a mystery.

However, he was not to remain long ignorant
of the facts of the case; for, in the twilight
gloom, he soon discovered the “citz” making
their way stenlthily along the north side of the
gulch toward him.

Greatly puzzled and amazed, Jnck spurred
down to meet and question them.

“ “'lmt is the meaning of this stampede and
firing, Tom Jones!" he. demanded. greatly im-
pressed by the stern and grief-stricken Knees be-
fore him.

“ Hit means, J ack,” answered the sheriff,
“thet a party 0’ hellyuns, hid in ther rocks,
’bove tlier Slip up, hev shot half a dozen on us,
stampeded ther oxens, an’ we hesn’t bin able
ter freeze our peepers outer them.”

“Great heavens!” exclaimed Jack. “Who
can they be, Tom?” I

" J’n'dn‘t say, pard Jack; but we-’uns ain’t
a-goin’ ter stan‘ like a passel 0’ dan ’d fools. an’
be shot in our tracks. thr in t iunderation
air Giant George? He mought think 0’ some
way 0‘ sarcumventin’ ther condemned cowardly
rock-crawlers.”

This question brought back to Jack‘s mind,
the fact that the giant scout had gone up the
canyon alone, on the trail of Lena Reynolds
and her abductors: and his concern and per-
plexity were doubled. He was at a loss, whe-
ther to inform the " citz" of the outrage up the
range, or not; but a moment‘s reflection decided
him in the affirmative.

“ Boys of Sardine-box City,” he said; “ trou-
bles have nchr come singly upon you in the
past, and this afternoon’s work is no exception
to the rule. '

“ You know that Mrs. Reynolds insisted upon
visiting her brother’s grave. at Dead Man’s
Gulch. You know also. that Giant George and
myself, together with Marietta end her mother,
accompanied her; and now, 1 am forced to ex-
plain her ebsence and that of George.

“Marietta and Warnitta. I have just escorted
to Sardine-box City, and Giant George is alone,
n the range, toward the point where we iought
t e Apaches.

“ He is on the trail of a miscreant who needs
hanging£3 Boys, the Angel of the Range has
again on carried off 3y lawless men, and
George is on their trail alone!”

A series of heavy groans broke from the
startled citizens, while- Tom Jones cried out, an
mingled grief and astonishment:

“Dog my cats!”

For a moment all stood still, thunder-stricken
at the terrible state of aflairs. They had ass-ed
through so many dangers. and snflerc such
privation in keeping, up the burg, having jiust
begun to see the silver lining or the cloth 0!
adversity that had so long hv-ng ovsr it. that
this disastrous attack. con led with theknowl-
edge just imparted, that t eir benefaclress was
again in the pow” of lawless men—all this com-
pletely unmanned them for the time.

But, when each recalled the pellid face of the
“ Angel,” and realized that she'could not be ex-
pected to survive any harsh treatment. and also
that the dastardly assassins who lurked in the
vicinity of the mine would robably destroy
the machinery. and with it al hopes of future

rosperity—when these two probabilities were

ully realized by them, there arose simultane~
ously a yell of frenzied madness and despera-
tion. Then it was, that Arizona Jack saw that
the “ cirz " were eager for revenge, and he cried
out:

“Come on. boysl Come on to the burg, and
fit your rifles! We’ll drive these devils from
t e mine, or die in the attem t. The mill and
furnace must be saved. e’ll trust Giant
George to bring back safe the Angel of the
Range!” -

Another yell greeted Jack’s proposition—a
yell of determination, mingled with relief, at

aving a leader whom they all knew feared
nothing. and who had the brains to plan as well.
80, led; by Jack, all proceeded toward Sardine-
box City.

Theiirst yell given by the “ cits” awakened
Marni Holbrook, who sprung unstriking her
head against the roof of the oven. and causing

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with great difficulty she forced herself head-
foremost out from the bake—oven, and then
standing erect, smoothed out her dress and
apron, and arranged her back hair as well asshe
could under the circumstances.

Then she stood a moment in deep thought,
gazing toward the “ Nugget.” At last she ex-
claimed:

“Now I’ve stud this hyer biz jlst ’bout so
long as I’m goin’ tor. l’m dan ’d 61’ any long-
legged, long-ha’r’d, slab-sided w lsk’sucker shi 1
keep me outen my own ranch; an’ put on ai
drinkin’ our bug—juice, an’ then snoozin’ o
ahint ther bar. 1 sw’nri hit‘s enough tar make
any inectin'—house woman sw’arl

“ I‘m a-goin’ fer him on ther jump. I‘ve 1;
my dander up—dang‘d cf 1 hain’t—‘bontt or
same pitch es when l blazed ,wi’ ther ole shot-
um, an’ made one 0’ El Capitan’s Panthers chaw
( in. front 0’ ther ‘ Nugget,’ Hyer gocs fer ther
strappin’ big hefty snoozeri”

With thcz-e words, Marm Holbrook hastened
into her kitchen, procured a bucket of not
over-clean water, and stole softly into the bar.

It was now nearl dark. The heavy snoring
still sounded. Mn 'ing her calculations as to
the position of the burly stranger, Marm Hol-
brook held the bucket directly over his head,
leaneld upon the bar, and instantly reversed the
V8956 .

As the contents were emptied, the landlad
dropped the bucket and run for dear li a
through the kitchen-door and up the stairs. rush-
ing-luto the back chamber and closing the door,
fast bolting it. .

The noise thus made caused Warnitta and
Marietta to shriek with terror; and these sounds
so frightened the hostess—she not being aware
of the return of the twowomen—that she shot
under the bed, thinking perhaps that the burly
stranger had made a change of base and
taken up his quarters in the chamber. There
she lay, panting with exertion, and afraid to
mova.

Marietta and her mother, not bein able
to recognize the intruder were palsi with
horror, and lay clinging each other in si—
ence.

The libation, so generously poured by Marni
Holbrook, nearly smothered the “Terrantalcr
o’Taos": and in his convulsive stru ales to
regain his breath, he nearly killed r rnk.

The latter did not comprehend t e situation.
but the Tarantula sprung erect. and the screams
of the women, above stairs, brought his danger
vivid] ' to mind. Giant George might have re-
turns , and if so, might recognize him. Not
only this. but the compact he had made with
Ca pitan Black had been broken.
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Grasping a decanter, and making sure it was
full of iquor, the Tarantula rushed out through
the kitchen-door, and vaulting into his saddle,
urged his horse along in the rear of the shanties
until clear of the town. . ‘

Then he pointed directly to toward the Slip-
up Mme, secreting himse f when he discovred
the ai-proach of Arizona J'aok and the “min.”
He then proceeded onward, stopping, however,
now and then, to drink from the decanter, and
cxrlaim:

“ Dang’d of I doesn’t fotch back. ther ding-
dong inter my iron heart l" .

CHAPTER XIII.
NOT on TIME.

Flmmz minutes after the Tarantula of Taos,

left the Nugget Hotel the moon arose shove
the distant p am, a full round orb of silvery
bri htness. illuminating Sardine-box City. and
one ling the “ cilz,” who had groped their way
blindly along the wash-out, to see that they had
wandered from the direct route.

“Here we are. boys!” exclaimed.Arlsona
Jack. “ Here’s the stage trail, and well have a
show now to corral those cowardly sneaks, if
they stand their ground.”

“ I‘m afeerd they’ll mash the besteet art 0’
ther mersheen'ery." said Tom Jones, dubious] .
“If they does, an’ we—‘uns couches them, we
hev another Lynch pic-nic down et tber bowl-
der by ther canyon.” ‘

“I’d give five ears of myOlife to see Giant
George,” asset Jack keeping his‘horse at a
pace to allow conversation with the ‘ cits ” who

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Down the decline “ward the street trey.
went, ,in a fast walk. all huddled togvthcr:
when. just as they neared the first shenties in
the line, up from the canyon , ed ‘e. h iso-
man, whom all, in a moment, recognized as
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sombreros were thrown into the air, as Lena
Reynolds was discovered, held in the scout‘s
embrace.

Arizona Jack gaIIOped to meet him; and was
warned, by a gesture from George, against any
expressions in regard to the recent danger the
“ Angel ” had passed through.

“ Thank Heaven! you ,have returned, ard
George!" said Jack quickly. “How is 31m.
Reynolds? I feared the trip would be too much
for her."

“ I am feeling very well, I thank you," said
Lena, herself. “ In fact I have not been so strong
for some days. The ride, although it prostrated
me at first, has been a benefit.”

Jack whirled his horse and made a gesture
full of caution to the “ citz” who approached:
but this was unheeded, for, rough men though
they were, they knew that any excitement
would be injurious to their benefactress. Thou h
it was very necessary that Giant George shou d
know the state of affairs at the mine, and that
without delay, all held their peace.

The giant scout, however, knew more than
even the “ citz ” did in regard to the attack: for,
as the reader is aware, he had heard the whole
plot from the lips of Carlos La Gran e, as the
miscreant revealed his villainy over t a couch
of his intended victim in the cava.

This knowledge, coupled “ ith the fact that he
had heard the rifle shots, had caused George to

lop immediately to the “ Nugget ” and leave
t are his charge. .

“Order the boys to get their rifles!" said Jack
to the sheriff. in a whisper, as they went toward
the hotel. Reaching t, he dismounted and
rushed into the bar; striking a light, as Giant
George gave a yell to summon Marni Holhrook.

As the candle flared up illuminating the bar-
room, the head of poor hank appeared above
the counter, his little eyes blood-shot, and his
red and swollen features bruised by the rough
treatment he had receivad when the Tarantula
came so near being strangled by Marni Hol-
brook’s shower-bath. .

But, as the landlord recognized his friends, he
raised himself to a standing position on the bar,
although trembling greatly, and cried out in his
piping voice: ' ‘

“ ’Rah fer ther Angelo’ Penarlayno Ran .e!"

“ Shut up yer ,whisk’-trap, Hank," or ered
Giant George. “ Whar’s Marni Holbrooki”

“ Don’t speak harsh to the poor fellow,” plead-
ed Lena. f‘ Hank, don’t drink any more to-
night. please.”

‘Cus-i’d ef i does 1” said the landlord, quickly,
and a maudlin tear rolled down his red cheek.

“ Run ther candle out kitchen-way, Jack!"
said the 'giant scout. “ I reckon Marin Hol-
brook air up-sta’rs wi’ t’other weemin.”

“Giant Geor ei Yeou, Giant Geor 0! Run
up hyerl Thars a bellyun in ther be , an’ l’m
under hit, an’ dassent come out. e’s a long-
legged, slab sided, long-ha‘r’d, whisk’-sucker, es
b' es yerself, ef he’s any like his pard.”

ese'words came in a half-smothered manner
from one of the chambers, and Jack, candle in
hand, 3 rung up two stairs at a time, and burst
in the poor. -

. .Never were there more surprised women than

the three in that apartment. The two Castilians
havin covered their heads with the bed-cloth-
ing. w ich prevented them from recogn izing the
Voicepf the landlady.

Notwithstanding the importance of preparing
for a defense of the mine, and the danger that
threatened it, Jack was compelled to laugh—as
well as did Giant George and Lena—at seeing
Marni Holbropk crawl out from under the bed,
hardly believmg her'senses when she saw that,
in lace of a gigantic ruflian, it was Marietta
her mother who occupied the couch.

Smoothing her hair, Marin. Holbrook ave
vent to her thoughts and OplUlOIIS at lengt , to
the great amusement of Lena Reynolds, who to
the jo of all, appeared much more like herself
than she had done since her arrival in Bardiiie‘
box 't .

' Ar aha Jack got a chance before George
came up. to caution the two Castilian women
against saying anything to Lena of her havmg
been in the power of outlaws: ffill‘ She had been
unconscious the whole of the time, and knew

Leaving the women together, to reason out
matters as best they mi ht, Giant George 311d
Arizona Jack hastened ack to the but, 880,“
helping himself to a drink in proportion to his

8129.

Hank, who strove to get down from the coun-
ter and wait ,upon them, was overcome bypne
of hisshaky turns. during‘which he‘ was obliged
to use the greatest precaution in his movements

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Tom Jones hastened in also, to “ 'cuperate his
in’ards.” as he expressed it, taking a small
demijohn out to the “citz,” who, armed with
their rifles, were ready and eager for Giant
George to lead them to the mine. ,

The latter now hastened out into the street,
and the “ citz” gathered around him. A

“ Wa-al, boyees,” said George coolly, “ what's
ther racket at ther Slip up i"

“Six 0’ our crowd turned up tees, an’ nary
one 0’ us pulled trigger,” replied the sheritl’.
“Thar’s a crowd o’ hellyuns a-hidin’ in ther
rocks ’bove ther mine, an’ they stampeded ther
oxen enter us from the gulch. Then they let
fly without givin’ us a show ter shoot. We
had ter levant on ther sly: but I’m inclernated
ter think they s‘pose we air in ther shaft ontil

'it.

“ Wa-al, dang my cats!” said the scout. “ I
was perpared fer somethin' o’ ther sort, but not
fer any on yer ’lowin' them ter git ther dead-
wood on yerl '

“Boyees, ther mersheenery air gone up, an’
ther burg air bu‘sted ef we-‘uns doesn’t pin a
mighty fine game. i hes jist reskyed ther n-
gel from ther same outfit, an’ sent a red an’ a
white over ther range.

“I feund out thet Capitan Black, from Tue-
son-way, air ther cuss what’s doin’ this devil-
merlivt; an’ he’s bin paid ter blow evorythin’ ter
gib ts.

“Now I hes swored thet Cap’ Black shell
hang onther mesquite down by ther bowlder,
afore another sun-up, an’ I means biz. We-
’uns must kerral ther hull caboodle. Thar’s
’bout a baker’s dozen on ’em, an’ we’ll scoop ’em
in, er turn up toes a tryin’. But this ain’t no
time ter sling 'gab.

“ Jack, ole pard. take a dczen o’ ther boyees
an’ strike ther basin on ther south side, spread
in’ out well, an’ Tom an’ I’ll run ’em outen tbe‘r
holes from the north an’ down ther mounting.

‘° When er hear a kiote yelprtwicet, an’ then
onc’t, ver’ll kn0w that me an’ cm is ready ter
open tlier big fandango.”

J “All right, pard. We'll fill the bill,”- said
ack.

Five minutes more, and the street of Sardine—
box City was deserted; but over thirty deter-
mined men Were making their way toward the
range.

The death of their comrades, slain by their
sides in a cowardly manner, served to infuriate
them to frenzy, which increased each step they
took toward the range.

qured tosavage war and every cunningstrat-
egy, theirapproach to the “Slip up ” was as si-
lent and stealthy as that of so many Apaches
on the war-path.

Evory bowlder, thicket and shadow was taken
advantage of, and at times they crawled upon
hands and knees to conceal their approach.
But, to make their attempt more certain of ac-

complishment, a wide detour was made by both ‘

parties.

Giant George, with a part of his men. scaled
the meantain-side in the rear of the positions
occupied by the outlaws who had fired down
upon the unsuspecting citizens.

Here and there, among the bowlders and ce~
dars, from the north side of the basin, and u
along the cliff, they crouched, a half-circle of
hardy miners, with sellers on the alert and
ready to shoot down the first bandit who should
reveal himself.

All were watchful. besides. to detect the ap-
roach of Arizona Jack and his party, across
he basin to the south: but not a human being

was in view, and all was as silent as death. -

The wagon—tilts seemed not to have been re-
moved, except where they had been displaced
by the stampede. ‘

This was noticed by three who had been pre-
sent when the maddened mass of oxen had
rushed through the basin. and communicated
to Giant George, who was greatly relieved by
the assurance.

The latter, after conferring with Tom Jones,
decided that the outlaws must be ignorant of
the retreat of the “citz ” to the town, and be-
lieved them to be hidden inythe rocks by the
mine; or they would, ere this, have made an at-
tempt to destroy the machinery, furnaces and
mi . .

Had they arrived sooner, however, the secret
of the inaction of the outlaws under Capitan
Black would have been no secret; for, as the
latter had decided upon a descent from the
mountain side, with the viewof destro ing the
freight of the wagon-train, believing, rem the
silence, that the “cits” had retreated to the
town, althou b they had not been observed, the
,‘ilch side hfilirl ' their retreat from view—be-

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action, when he observed 1 he'l‘ardntala ride J ‘,
the south bank of the go oh, and low}:

horse into a thicket. reappear" on oot, w l _ a
battle in one band, from which he drank,‘a‘tld
then descended into the basin. v

Rising erect, and climbing upon a bowlc'cr ‘

Capitan Black gave a whistle, sumciently lent
to reach the ears of the burly outlaw, whom he
had bribed to blow up the mine. ' I

The Tarantula sprung behind a wagon, 0n

the instant: then, drawing his revolver, he _

looked up cautionsly, and discovered his em-
ployer of the morning, who waved his sombrero
over his head. I
The Tarantula returned the salute, and
strode toward the "Slipu ” shaft; down the
rough, uneven side of w iich he clamhered.
The outlaws, confident that he was making
preparations to blow up the mine, and, in so
doing, force upward a shower of rocks, which.
in descending, would shatter the mill, furnaces,
and other material, remained inactive, as we
have seen.
d It lwas a delay that was, to them, disaster and.
eat 1. . i .
Long they waited for some signal, or for the
reappearance of the Tarantula; but he sat at
the bottom of the shaft, gazing at the kpgs of
wder, and taking frequent. drinks from the
)ttle. Evidently he was meditating upon the
licy of proving true to Unpilan Black,.and
istemng to the “ ding-dong of his iron heart.” .
The ruflian was speculating, in his whisky
born thoughts, whether “ ther hestest Part 0'
his ’na‘termy mightn’t strike fire ignta the
wder, an’ blow him ’bove ther hip flop of a
azzard’s wing l” ‘

CHAPTER XIV.
nut BLOW-U? MINE. . _

Carma BLACK waited until his tience
was exhausted. Then. infuriated at e 1101»,
appearance and masterl inactivity of the
Tarantula, he gave a sign to his concealed men
to descend to the basin, believiu , that the
“citz ” must have left the gulch, an were now
in Sa rdine-box City.

This desertion of their valuable pro rty be.
attributed to the want of a leader, an be felt

sure that his plans had been carried out, by ,.

leading Giant George and Arizona Jack up the
range on a-false trail. '

Their absence prOVed to him thatLena  ‘ r
in t '

nolds had been captured. and was now,
cave, and the outlaw was anxious to perform
the remainder of his task, for which bows: to
be literally paid by Carlos La Gran . as when
as possible, and return to the barren nd. - '
The failure of the Tarantula to blow up the
mi e caused the bandit to be less prudentin
his exasperation than he would otherwise have
been: for be rushed down the mountain side,-
throwing all caution to the winds.
Clainbering into the basin, he yelled: ,

Then smash things up in a hurry l” ,
Capitan Black and his men had notm‘ade half-
u-dcmn steps from their coverts, when two
coyote yelps broke on the air, 1011qu shortly
after by a third. . '
Then came a low, rolling whistle, and the
next moment, the “ citz ” made their way in the
track of the outlaws, their thirst'for revenge
increased by the sight of their slain comrades
behind the bowlders. . .
The outlaws had but just gained the basin,
being between the north wall and the we
in the clear moonlight. when a fierce ell

his rifle.
Au answering yell rung out from every one
Of the "Clix." on each side of the basin, and

then came blinding sheets of flame and a nu:  ' “
tling rifle fusilede, which laid three-fourths ol‘ '

the outlaws dead or writhing‘ih agony'xin the
bed of the basin. , .
“Kerral ther t’other cusses, an’ don’t prick
thar skins!" ’ '
Thus yelled the giant scout as he sprung into
the basin, and in a moment’s time Capitan
Black and three of his assassms~all that were
able to stand—were bound with lariats and
closely guarded. The "era." in their fury,
then riddled the wounded with bullets from
their revolvers. , ‘
No time was lost in examining the freightage
of the wagons, but, as far as could be discov.
cred, none of the heavy castings had been.

broken by the oxen in their stampede. The‘ ' V'

tilts were now readjusted, and Giant Geo
feeling no .furthcr anxiet‘
s ety of the mine, order the prisoners p b.
l rward and down the gulch

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ammonium... in crime walked amid the victorious
:8“ "knowing full well that their fate was

Oh they went along the windin gulch into a
wash-out, and thence n the rear 0 the shanties
on the west. down to the huge bowlder, which
was shadowed by the branches of the big mes-

uite that had served, as Tom Jones put it, to
‘ civerlize " several outlaws since the settlement
(If the burg

Upon th very tree, the “ cltz" were, at one
this about to hang Giant George himself, when
he had come into the town in disguise, on the
track of spies from the band of outlaws known
as the “Panthers.” who were “cleaned out"
some three months previous to the opening of
this narrative.

U n arriving at the bowlder, the four
ban its were forced upon it, and the deadly
nooses fitted about their necks in ominous
silence; the stern, implacable faces of the “ citz,"
lit up by the silvery moon showingi no sign of
mercy. It was a Weird and impres ve scene.

The larlats were run over limbs, and the slack
of the same grasped by brawny hands, ready
and eager to any the murderers of their com-
rades into eternity.

L‘Capitan Blac
-—- ev er gut ary
ter sliggi"

'l‘hus asked 'Ibm Jones, becoming suddenly
aware that his ofllcial capacity as sheriff ought
to be brought to the front in some manner.

” Yer has shot down some dour “cits” in
cold bleed, an’ yer war cotched in ther act 0'
tryin’ ter bu’st this byer burg. bgusmashin’ ther
mersheenery o’ ther Blip—up'; t yer slapped

up on thet.

“ 'Bides thet devilment, yer stoled ther Angel
0’ therRa , an' would ’a wiped her out, of hit
hedn‘t ‘a’ b n for Giant George. Yer mought 'a'
knowed yer couldn’t buck a 'in’ a burg what
cleaned out ther ‘Panthers ' 0 El Capitan.

“ Hes yer ary word tar say ag'in’ bein’ strung
up ter dry?”

"l‘m not afraid to ‘kick up and go under.’
my impetuous friends,” said Capitan Black. “All
I regret is, that the instigator of this attack is
not to be strung up with us. He is in a cave,
with a renegade Indian, on the other side of the

ran

“him a coward, and I was a softheaded
fool to sell in to him; but I was hard
against the wall for ‘dust.’ Go ahead with
yourcircna, boys! I can dance on nothing as
wellasan man.”

“ Dang’ of he hain’t gut sand!" said Tom
Jo in an aside, to Giant George.

“Ht‘s ther wr.ng sort 0’ sand.” was the
scout’s reply; “er he wouldn’t ’a’ shot men in
ther back, without givin’ ‘em a show tar shoot
back. er ter say a pray‘r. We doesn‘t want
none 0' that sort 0‘ sand in Arisone."

At this instant a sheet of lurid flame shot up-
ward, illuminating the towering peaks; then
tame a deafening explosion, as if the mountains
war; rent, and shaking the ground like an earth-
qua 0.

Every man sprung upward, as if he had re-
ceived a werful shock from an electric hat.
tery; an Ca ltan Black gave out an exultant
cry as he exc aimed:

‘ There goes your old mine. The Ter—”

These were the last words of the outlaw chief;
for the voice of Giant George rung out, as his
face turned pale with fury:

"wart ’em up, bdyees! Jerk ther hellyuns

The next moment all four men ban in the
air. kicking and strugglin spasmodica y; and
before the life had le t t cm, the ends of the
lariats were secured to the trunk of the mes-
quite, and the “cits,” in a scatte throng.
Illsth madly up the gorge to the ‘ Slip-up”
Mine, feeling positive t at everything was
ruined, and that. in consequence, the long
averted catastrophe was upon them, and that
Sardine box Citmoum be a “bu‘sted burg.”

They had not n gone five minutes, when,
from out the cedars in the rear of the bowlder,
spurred the “ Tarantula o’ Tees,” and made halt,
sitting his horse and viewing the swaying
ceip‘s'es, as he said:

“ a-al. dog-gone my iron heart, of that ain’t
a neat job! Cap Black, 1 knowed yer warbuck-
in’ ag’in’ ther wrong crowd—yer war tow brash.

“ Yer orter lingered et Tewcson, fer hit ain’t
healthy hyer-a-ways fer yer sort »0' humans.
Gare et me! I‘m still a-floppin' like a bob-tailed
buzaard.

“i never s‘p’ills bleed, but giner’ly talks m
game ter dea , which ain’t no t harm.
eetle fire-works air ’boat all ’dulges in, an’

an’ yeou murderin’ galoots
ng tor spoke, er ary pra‘rs

I must ’a' drap'd a piece

thet war a axerdunt.

 

The Tarantula of Tees.

0’ punk in ther dang'd ole shaft when I war
a-smokin’.

“ Hit ain’t ther ‘ flipup' no more—hit’s ther
‘ Blow-up! Dang’d of hit ain’t more ’properate.

" I swan I hates ter skute out inter rrarer
ag’in all erlone, an’ leave thet cuss Han ter git
away with all thet whish’ by hisselfz’ but I must
gander, a lonely orphun, meanderin ther moun-

n

‘ Howsomever, I doesn‘t keer a den , long as
ther whisk’ laste. Hyer’s fun, boyeesl'

So saying the burly rufllan drank, with a
wave of his hand to the swaying dead.

“Ye‘re a onlucky set,” he continued; “ an’
w’u’dn‘t do ter start a stifl- ard, er I’d cut yer
down an’ plant yer. But { reckon ther citz

doesn keer ter hev another era 0’ yer sort
raised, ’ceptin’ up a limb. But must pere-
Whoop-er—npi

gyrernate. So long, boyeesl
hoop-er-e-eel”

And awa went the Tarantula, the bottle
glued to his ips, upheld at an angle of forty-five
degrees. Soon he disappeared down the side
trail into the dark depths of the can on.

Much to the surprise and joy of G at George
and the “ cits,” they found. upon reaching the
mine, that the rocks which had been thrown up
by) the explosion in the shaft—the origin of
w ich was to all a mystery—had, fortunately,
been most thrown to the south side of the basin;
and, as far as could be seen, no great damage
had been done to the fgifht, although some of
the wagons were I).th

All returned to the burg, and found the we
men had not retired, but were awaiting reports
and greatly frightened at the explosion; bu
they were i orant of the execution of the
bandits, or 0 there having been any in the vi—
cinity. Nor was Lena Reynolds yet aware that
she had been in the power of the tutlaws: never
dreaming that Carlos La Grange had been
nearer her than St. Louis.

The explosion having been explained as an
accident, all were greatly relieved; and, much
to the gratification of the “oi ” the “ An el "‘
came down into the street. an greeted t em
all kindly, taking a hand 0 each in turn.

She seemed, in a single day and that a day
of danger the most deadly—a though she was
oblivious of the fact—to have recovered much
of her former health and spirits.

This caused Giant George the most extrava-
gant joy; and after Bank had given the in-
evitable:

“’Rah fer ther Angel 0’ Penarlayno Range l”
and Lena had rejoined Marni Holbrook and the
two Castilian women, the scout “set ’em up"
for the crowd.

Not onl this, but as the excitement prevented
sleep, he nduced Bank to take a demijohn out-
side, toward the “ Slip-up,” and all made a
ni ht of it.

ank was. as usua overcome and stupid;
but he was kindly on for by his friends, who
laid him out on a bowlder, to sleep the poison

o .

Few there were, as the sun arose, who could
keep their eyes open, the " cits ” being scattered
around the scene of the night’s debauch in every
conceivable attitude.

However, they did not long remain thus. for
Tom Jones, who had gone to examine the scene
of the explosion, came galloping madly toward
the town. yelling like a fiend, and with each
hand tightly clinched.

On, at headlong speed he dashed, spurring his
horse at every bound. until the animal s rung
in among the amazed “citz,” who thong t the
sheriff had surely become insane. .

Giant George grasped the bridle-rein, and
brought the horse to so sudden a hal that Tom
was thrown over the animal’s hea ; but still
yelling, and with both hands clinched, the
worthy sheriff rolled over and over stood on
his head, shrieked, whoo , howled, and
laughed hysterically, until George at len h
caught him by the nape of the neck, and cho ed
him into comparative sense—the “ cit: ” collect-
ing around in the greatest wonder. _

“ Hold yer mustangs now, Tom Jones,” said
Giant George. " What in thunderation hev
struck yer! Hev yer got a connipuon fit, er
hev yer swallered a hunch o’ prickly pear?
Spit her out speedy, nn'-no goin’ roun’ ther
bush! W’at’s thet yer clutchin in yer hands?”

Panting with exertion and excitement, Tom,
seeing,there was no escape for him, owned his
hands, displaying specimens of the me est gold
quartz ever seen by any miner resent.

“ Whar in thunderation di yer git thet,
Tomi” asked the scout quickly, his eyes bright-
ening.

“ Thor Slip-u war blowed up, yer know, last
night i” yelled t sherifl', insanely.

 

he.

“ Wa-al,” said Georgi)“ what of hit?"

“ Ther hull side air wed out o’ ther shaft,”
shrieked Tom; “an’ thar’s a new lead—a new
vain laid bare—the richest I ever see'd!

“ Somebody hold me! Somebody hold me,
for I‘m om‘ to hev a tit! ’33.!) for Sardine box
City! ’ h for the ‘ Blow-up ’ Mine! ’Rah for
ther Angel 0' Penarlayno Range i”

The ells awoke Hank Holbrook, who sat up
on the wider; and, while winking and blink~
lng like an owl at noomide, hardly realizing
where he was, he yelled hnarsdy:

“ ’Rah fer ther Angel 0‘ Penurlayno Range!”

We need only say, at this time, that all was
as Tom re resented, and the “ cits” were again
almost wi d with this fresh excitement.

Lena Reynolds rtook of the gem] jollit y;
and forgetting or the time, t riots and
trials of the past, entered with not a ttle spirit
into the universal congratulation.

Marm Holbrook put on her "hestest" dress
and upI‘OIl. and vowed that “ of ther boyees bed
st: uck so dang'd rich, they must slap upa meet-
in’-house in Bardinebox City afore another
moon.”

The quarts-mill and furnaces were soon pgt
in operation; and, in a short time after, 0
burg was in a most flourishing financial condi-
Eion, with prospects very flattering for the fu-

ure.

But what pleased all, as much as did the
openin of the mine, and the discovery of the
rich “ end," was that Lena Reynolds was evi-
dently regaining health and strength.

An thus, in comparative prosperity and
happiness, after the various dangers and priva-
tions they had passed, we will leave our friends
for the present—all joyous, and full of high
hepes for the future of Sardine box Ci , and
especially Giant George, Marm Holbroo , and
Lens Reynolds; the hero, mother, and “ Angel,”
respectively, of that promising burg.

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30 Wait Per son’s Cruise. ATaleottheAntarotioSea. By
C. Dunning lurk.
31 TheBoy 10?, HOWBPageundaFoolSaveda
By Captain Frederick Whittaker. .
88 White Beaver. the Indian Medicine Chief: or, The Bo-
mantic and Adventurous Life of Dr. D. Frank Powell, known on the
, Border as “ Fancy Frank," “ Iron F800,” etc. By Col. P. Ingraham.
88 Captain Ralph. the Young Explorer: or, The Centipede
Among the Flees. By C. Dunning Clark. '
34 The Young Bear Hunters. A Story of the Rape and Mishaps
- of a Party of Boys in the Wilde of Michigan. By Morris Redwing.
85 TheLostBoyWhalers; or, In the Shadow oitheNorthPole.
By '1‘. G Earbaugh.

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38 The Settler’s Son: or, Adventures in Wilderness auriClsalb‘
ing. By Edward S. Ellis.

89 Night-Hawk George. and His Daring Deeds and Adventist.
in the Wilde oi the South and West. By COL Prentiss Ingrahaln.

40 The Ice Elephant; or, The Castaways of the Lone Coast. By
Captain Frederick Whittaker. _

41 The Pampas Hunters; or, New York Boys in Buenos Arm.
By T. C. Harbaugh.

42 The Young Land-Luhher. By C. Dunning Clark.

43 Broneo Billy. the Saddle Prince. By Col P. ingrshsm.

44 The Snow Hunters: or, Winter in the Woods. By Barry
De Forrest.

45 Jack. Harry and Ten. the Three Champion Brofiers; or.
Adventures of Three Brave Boys with theTsttooedPlnh. 37
Captain Frederick Whittaker.

46 The Condor Killers; or, Wild Adventures at the neuter.
By 1:0. Harbaugh.

47 The Boy Coral Fishers; or,TheSee-Csvernflcourge. By
Roger Starbuck. ‘

48 Dick. the Stowaway; or, A Yankee Boy‘s Strange Cruise
By Charles Morris.

49 Tip Ts-esselhtho Floater; or, Fortunes and Iii-fortunes ‘

the Mississippi. By Edward Willett.

50 The Adventurous We of Nebraska Chas-lie. (Clan I.
Burgess.) By Colonel Prentiss Inng

51 The Colorado Boys; or,Liie onsnindigorlsntstion. By
Joseph E. Badger, Jr.

58 Honest Harry; or,TheConntryBoyAdriitinththy. By]

Charles Morris.

53 The Boy Detectives: or, The Young Calliornians in Slmghai.
By '1‘. O. Earbaugh. '

54 California Joqtheuysteriousrlainsmsn. ByCoLIngrahsm.
55 Harry Sealers. the Sailor-Boyhiagician. BySW. Peace;
56 Nobody's Boys; or,LiieAmongtheGipsies. 3.73.1“-

man.

57The Wm Hunter; or Fannyfioharfithsdsinsi
Queen. By jorfi. Grenville, “Sea Gull.” \
“Lane TimtheMuleBoyottheMines. ByChsrlesMos-rh.

59 Lud Lionheels, the Young Tiger Fighter. By Roger W

BOTheYo Trail Hunters: or,NewYorkBaysisGrHy
Land. By . C. Barbaugh.

61 The Young Mustangers. ByCDunningClsrk. ‘

88 The Hunters: or, The Colorado Boys in Tiger-land.
By Josep E. Badger, Jr.

08 The Adventurous Life ofCaptain Jack. the Border Boy.
.(Joho W. Crawford, the Poet Scout.) By Col. Prentiss lugs-ulna.

64 The Young Moose-Hunters: or Trail sndCainp-areina.
New Brunswick Woods. By Wm. B. Manning. .

65 Black Horse Bill. the Bandit Wrecker; or, Two  Boys
to the Rescue. By Roger Starbuck. '

66 Little Dan Books; or, The Menntain Kid's Milieu. By

Morris Redwing.

67'Longshore'me3 or, HowaRoughBo WonBisW . V
C. unningClark. y .’ B,

88 Piatboat Fred: or, The Voyage of the “Experiment.” By
Edward Willett.

69 The Deer-Hunters; or. Life in the Ottawa Country. By
John J. Marshall.

70 Kentucky Ben, the Long Rifle of the Plain; or, The Buy
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Vagabond Joe, THE YorNo WANnEIiINo Jaw.
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I ill Biddon, Trapper . B ' E. S. Eliia.
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Adventures oi Baron lVl unrhauhen.
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Antelope Abe, THE Boy GUIDE. Oll Coomrs.
Bu milo Ben. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Tho Dumb Page. B ' Capt. F. Whittaker.
Roaring llaiph Roe wood, THE RECI-
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Keen-K nii'e. By 0 l Coomea.
Bob \Vooit’. By Edward L. Wheeler.
The Ocean Bloodhound. S. W. Pl
Oregon Sol. By Capt J. F. (3. Adams.
\Viid Ivan. By Edward L. Wheeler.
The Bo (llou'n . By Frank S. Finn.
The Ill: den Lodge. By T. (J. lIarbauglI.
Nod \V lde. THE BOY SCOUT. By Texas Jack.
Death- are, THE DETECTIVE. By Wheeler.
Roving Ben. By J. J. Marshall.
Lasso Jack. BvOll (loomes.
The Phantom l iner. By E. L. Wheeler.
Dirk Darling. 8 Ca t. Fred. Whittaker.
Battling Buho . y i arry St. George.
Old Avalanche. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Glaim Eye. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.
Nightingan . at . By T. C. linrhangh.
Black John, Tm: ROAD-AHENT. By Badger.
Omaha Oll. By mlward L. Wheeler.
Burt Bunker, Tm: Tmrraa. (‘. E. Lamilc.
The Bo llliieh'. By Archie C. irons.
The \Vh to Bu fl‘alo. By C. E. Lasalle.
Jim Bluduoe, J r. By Edward L.Wheclcr.
Ned Hazel. Br Capt. . . F. (l. Adams.
Deadl dive. By Buffalo Bill.
Nick vnimmr l’et. Ca c. J. F. (2. Adams.
Deadwood Dirk’s Ea."r rs. By Wheeler.
The Border King. [537011 (.‘oomes.
Old Bickor . By [13 _ ' St. George.
The \Vhite udlan. (rapt. J. F. C. Adams.
Burkhorn Bill. By Edward L. Wlux-ler.
.. The Shadow Ship . By {‘01. P. in; rahnm.
The Red Brotherhood. W. J. Hamilton.
Dandly .laek. By T. i‘. Harbaugh.
' H urr rane. Bill. By Jon. E. Badger, Jr
Single Hand. By W. J. Hamilton.
Patent-leather Joe. By l'hili ) S. Win-no.
Border Itobln Ilood. ‘lgy uflalo Bill.
Gold Rifle. By Edward L. ieeler.
Old Zip’s Cab It. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.
Deltuvaro Dirk. By 011 Coomes.
Mad Toni “'entern. By \V. J. Hamilton.
Deadwood Dirk on Deck. By Wheeler.
Hawk-rye Harry. By ()11 (homes.
The Boy Duelist. By (‘o1.l'.lngmham.
A be Colt, THE CROW-KILLER. B r A. W. Alla-n.
Corduroy i‘harlie. By E. 1. Wheeler.
Blue Dirk. By (Jaimin Mayne Reid.
Sol Ginger, GIANT PPER. ByA.W.Alken.
Rosebud Bob- By Edward l.. Wheeler.
Lightning Jo. By (‘npiain J. F. (3. Adams.
Kit Baretoot. By T. (l. Harba 1).
“0110, the Boy Banger. Bv 0 Coomes.
ldyl the Girl Miner. By Fl. L. Wheeler.
Buck Bnekram. B Capt. J. F. 0. Adams.
Daud ' Bork. By l.Waldo Browne.
The .and Pirates. By Capt. Mayne Reid.
Photo rarh Phil. B E. L.Wheeler.
Inland: J In. By Bruce ridge Bemyng.
The Dread lllder. By G. Waldo Browne.
The (‘nptain oi the (' uh: or, Tm: YOUNG
RWAL AWES. By Bracehridze lieuiyng.
Canada ('het. By Edward L. Wheeler.
The Boy Minern. By Edward S. Ellis.
Midnight Jark. By T. C. i-lnrlmngh.
'l‘he. Bivnl Rovers. Lieut. Col. Hazeitine.
\Va tr h-Eye. Tm: Sainow. By E. L. Wheeler.
The Outia‘v Brothers. By J. J. Marshall.
Robin Hood. By Prof. Gilderslrevo.
The Tiger oi' Taos.
100 Deadwood Dirk in Leadvillr; or. A
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i 01 One-Eyed Sim. By James L. Bowen.

108 Daring Dav“ By Harr St. George.

109 Deadwood ck an tective. By
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The Blue Schooner. Roger Starbuck.
The Mad liliner. By (:1. Waldo Browne.
The H uuuar (‘a \tain. (‘01. 1‘. lngraliam.
Gilt-Edged Dir C. By E. L. Win (‘li‘l‘.
“’iil Soniern'. ’l‘ill'l Boy Dn'rnvrIVIi. Morris.
Flu-tang Sam. By .los. 1’2. Badger, Jr.
The Branded Iland. fly l“l‘lillk “llllii'illiu
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Phil Ila rd}, Tin: Boss llov, By (‘. Jihrl‘ig.‘_
Kiowa. (‘ha rl'. y . By T. U. llarhuugh.
'I‘lppy,'rIIE TEXAN. lly George Gleason.
Bonanza Bill. MINER. By Ed. L. Wheeler.
Plea 'uno Pete. By Charles Morris.
“'ilt -l¢‘irr, BOSSOF'l‘lll-l Ron). By Buniont.
The Young Privateer. Byii. ‘ivvnrlish.
Deadwood Diek’s Double. By Wheeler.
Deleetlvr Dirk. By Charles Morris.
The Golden "and. By (ieo. W. Browne.
The Hunted llunter. liv lid. S. Ellis.
Boss Boh. By lid. L. \Vlwed: r.
Sure Shot Seth. By 0]] (homes.
(‘aptaiu Pu III. By (‘. imnningijlark.
Sigh t-Ilau' k Kit. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.
The Helplenn "and. (knit. llawa Reid.
Blondc Bill. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Judge Lynrh, Jr. By '1‘. i‘. llm'baugh.
Blue Blazer. By Frank DIIInont.
Solid Sum. BI ‘klward L Wheeler.
Handsome l arry. By Charles Morris.
Sear-Fare. Saul. B ' 01 (homes.
Dal nt La nee, Tim ov Srom‘. By Badger.
(‘aptn It Ferret. By Edward L. \Vlu eler.
Silver Star, Tm: Boy KNIoIIT. By (70011108.
\i’lll \Vlldllre. By Charles Morris.
Sharp Sam. By J. Alexander Patten.
A Game of Gold. By Ed. L. Wheelrr.
Laure and Lasso. B (‘a It. RWhiriaker.
Panther Patti. Bv on. L.“l‘l(ldl!€l', Jr.
Illark Benn, \N'II.I.\l'II.I)r11:I;‘:< luv-m; or,
WLNNING AGAINST ()IIIIH. By Charles Morris.
Eagle Kilt, THE BOY i)I-:MoN. Bv ()ll (homes.
The Sword Hunters. By l‘. Whittaker.
Gold Trigger Tar. SPORT. T. (‘. llurhangh.
Deadwaod tin-k «r Ileadu'ood; or,
THE PICKEB PARTY. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Mike. Merry. By (‘ Iarlenlilorria.
Fanry Frank oi (‘olorado. Buffalo Bill.
The Lout Captain. By Whittaker.
The Blark Giant. By J. E. Badger, Jr.
New York Nell. By i‘..L.\\’1’eI-lrr.
“’ill “'lldilre in the “’oodu. Morris.
Little Texan. By ()11 Comm-Si.
Dandy Bork’s Pledge. Bv (JAY. Browne.
Bill ' Baggage. By (.‘hzu'es Morris.
llir tory Harry. y Hurry St. George.
A an Srott, THE STEAMBOAT nor. By Wi lett.
Deadly Dauh. Bv Jos. 1'1. Itddger, Jr.
.9 Tornado Tom. By '1‘. e. iiarhrngh.
0 .\ 'l‘rum i Card. By Charles Morris.
1 Ebony an. By Frank ill‘lllClIi.
Thunderbolt Tom. By liarry St. George.
Dandy l{(ii'k’h Rival. lay (LW. Browne.
Bob Bin-ken. THE Boy l)oI.m-tn. By liloxris.
('uptain A rizona. By Philip S.Warnr.
The Boy Bunatvay. By Lient. Perry.
Nohhy Nirk of Nevada. E. L. Wheeler.
Old Solitary. By (in i‘oomm.
Bob Rot-kettu'aa BANK lirNNEn. Morris.
The Sea Trailer. Bv Lieni. II. 1). Perry.
\vua Frank. By Edward L. Vl'lveeler.
Little Hurricane. By 011 (.‘UtllliPS:
The Hidden "and. By ( has. Norma
The Boy Trailers. By Badger, Jr.
livil E '0. By Frank Dumont.
(‘ool esmond. By i‘ol. Bella Sara.
Fred Halyard. By (‘harles Morris.
Ned Temple, 'i'HiCBOILDEBBUY. Harhaugh.
Bob Boe ott, Tm: (‘llA('KSMAN. By Morris.
Dandy Da rke. Bv Wm. B. Byster.
Balm 0 Billy. Bv Cani.'l‘aylor, U. S. A.
(‘aptaln Kit. By Lieut. Ii. D. l’frry.ll.S.N.
Captain Blank. By Philip S. “prim. ‘
Bu il'alo Bili’u Bet. By Captain Taylor.
Deadwood Dirk’s Dream. By Wheeler.
Shadowed. By Charla: Morris.
Little Grit, THE WILD RInIm. By Ingraham.
.\ rkansaw. 2y T. C. Harhangh.
Featherweight. By Edward Wiliett.

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Prospert Petr. By 011 (homes.
0 The. Boy Paras. Bv Jon. E. Badger. Jr.
204 Gold Pllune. Tm: Bov BANDIT. Inernham.

Deadwood Dirk ’s Doom. By Wheeler
Dark Paul. Tar. TIGER. Kmo. By 0. Morris
Navajo Nirk. Bv'i‘. C. Ilarbuugh.
The Boy llerrules. By ()11 Gnomes.
Fritz, THE BOUND-BOY DETECTIVE. Wheeler.
Faro Frank of High Pine. By Eyster.
(‘rooked t'ale. By Jon. 1‘}. Badger. Jr.
Dashing Dave. By Charlos Moms.
Fritz to the Front. By E. L. Wheeler.
“‘oll‘gang, 'l'lll". Rnnuna or THE RIIINE.
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t'aptain Bullet. By T. C. Harbauzh.
Bison Bill. By ('01. Prentiss lngmham.
(‘aptaln (‘rark-Shot. By E. L. Wheeler.
Tiger 'l‘om. THE TEXAN Tanaon. (homes.
Despard. tho Duelist. By P..S.Warne.
Tom Tanner. By Charles D orris.
Sugar Coated Sam. By E.- L. Wheeler.
2 Grit, the Bravo Sport. Bv Ingraham.
3 Ozark Alf. KING or TEE
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225 Saln (‘llflrt‘tHlL
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(‘rimnon Rate. By Col. 1’. Ingrahnm.
The Yankee Rajah. By 0. D. Clark.
Piurky Phil. By T. C. liarhaugh.

Gold-Dust Dirk. By E. L. Wheeler.
Joe Buck, ot'.\ ngels. By. A W. Aikrn.
Did ltorky’u ‘ Boyeou.’ lliI<.~lcaklIiS:1:n.
Shadou' Sam. By('lmrlrs Morris.

A polio Bi ii. By Edward L. Wiverlrr.

Lone Star. the (‘ou boy (‘aptalnz -
THE Mi’r.TlCliii'l'S Bartram”). By 1’. Torr... r-
The Parson Detrrtiv . ByUli (‘m I» 
The Gold-nerker Guide: or, 'i‘III-‘ 1.0 '.'.'
MOI'N'I‘AIN. By Captain Mm no livid.
('yrlone Kit. By Edward L. Whetlrr.

Bill Bravo and "in Bear [’ul'ti‘“.
By T. C. Harbaugh.

The Two ‘ Bloods’. Bv Charlev lilo l":-‘.
The Disguined Guide. 173'011 (lominm.
Sierra Saul. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Merle. the liliddy. By (‘01 l’.lngrahum.
Giant George. By Bnrktzl-zin :z‘am.

Old Grizzly and His Pets. By (‘uptuin
“ Bruin “ Adams.

Sierra Soul’s Seer-rt. By E. L. VVhrrlrr.
Milo Botner. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker.
Midshipman Mutineer. By Ingralium.
Light-house ngr. By J. F. (.3. Adams.
Dirk Daahaway. By Chas. liioiris.
Sierra Sam’s Pard. By E. L. Wheeler.
The Halt‘ Blood. By Edward S. Bills.
('aptain .\ polio. By T. (l. Ilrrhangh.
Young Kentuek. By ‘npt. Mark Wilton.
The Lost Hunters. By Capt. Adams.
Sierra Saln’a Seven. By E. L. \Vhreler.
The Golden Harpoon. By R.Starbuek-
Dare-Devil Dan. By OllCcmmos.
Fergus Fearnaught. By Geo. L. Aiken.
The You ng Sleuths. By Charles Morris.
Dead wood Dick’s Divide. By \m lit-elor.
The. Floating Feather. By ingraham.
The Tiger Tamrr. By ('apt. W1 iiinkv r.
Killh’ar, the Guide. By Ensign “'vrrrn.
’l‘he Burkukin Detertlve. By ’1‘. i .
Iliuhaugh. '

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Blizzard Ben. By (‘apiain Mark Wilion.
The Huge Hunter. By Edward 8. Ellis.
Minkskin Mike. ' By 011 (loomrs.
Jumbo Joe. By Edward L. Wheeler.
Jolly Jim. By Charles Morris.

A rizona Jack. By Buckskin Sam.
Flerll‘ Mont. ’M .(‘rulmn ly lnzzraliam.
Denver Doll. By Edward L. Wlwolrr.
The Th rre Tra pprrs. By Major Carson,

Old “'lneh, Tm: RIan KING. By T. C.
liarbaugh.

M erlr lilonte’u Fate. By Col. Ingraham.
Denver Doll’s Victory. By Whm irr.
The Typo Detertive. By Edward Wlh'cit.
Indian Joe. By Major L. \V. Cnrwn.
The Sea Marauder. By. (‘ol IiiLl'l‘dlltlll‘l.
Denver Doll’s Deeoy. By E. L. Wheeler.

Joni! the Boy 'l‘rnderi'oot; or. Tim
Winn iiIIaN or Brzunn Baa. By Mark Wilton.

Billy Blur-Eyes. By Col. 1’. ingraham.
The Scalp King. By Capt. J. I“. C. Adams.
Jolly Jim’s Job. Dy (“hm-1m Morris.
Little Foxfire. By 011 Gnomes.

Turk, the Ferret. By E. L. Wheeler.

Sanrho Pedro Tm: B0! BANDIT.
Major E. L. St. Vra I1.

Red Claw, TEE ONE-EYE!) Truman

Captain C(IlllNUX. k.

Dynamite Dan. By T. C. Harbangh.

Frarlenu Phil ' or. Tar; KING or QUARTZ-

VILLE. By Edward Willett.

296 Denver Doll’s Driit. By E. L. W'hrrler.

297 gahc Tarantula ot‘ Taon. By Buckskin
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299 A No. 1 the Dashing- Touch.th
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300 The Sit ' Dunou; or, RAINBOLT. Tn!
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30] Lead! I'lr Nirk, Tm: Boy SroIT. By Maj.
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302 The Mountain Detective. By TC.
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