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     The Gold Gang of New York

    
 

 

BY T. C. HARBAUGH.

Amon 0F “ARKANSAW,” “MOUNTAIN 1m
TECTIVE,” “CAPTAIN APOLLO.” “DYNA-
m'm DAN " “BUCKSKIN DETEC—
TlVE,” 2‘ CAPTAIN CUTLASS,”

“ROUGH ROB,” mo.

CHAPTER I.
A FLY IN THE WEB,

AT exactly half-past four o’clock one midsumo
mer afternoon a passenger-train ulled into one
of the depots of Jersey. City an deposited its
human freight. Immedmtely there was a.
for the teri'ies, and, as the train had been a.
few minutes late, my rushed frantically for-
ward, as if their llves depended on reachmg the

“WHYi mm YOUNG SNIPE IS FELIX FOX, THE BOY sro'r'mn ov NEW YORK!” boat within a certain time.

 

 

 

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“Got to cross a river, hey?” exclaimed a
young man, who. rushed upon the boat and took
possession of the first vacant seat that met his

aze'. “\Vhy didn’t they build New York on

ersey ground, anyway? My ticket didn’t so
anything about a boat-ride that I saw, but
guess it‘s all for the same price. Hang me! if I
pay anythin extra for this ride if the collector
comes rouiu. They agreed to haul Omri Ot-
way from Greenblade to New York for two
dollars an’ thirty—five cents, an’ they’ve got to
do it I”

Omri Otway, as the speaker called himself,
had not yet reached his majority, but he was
certainly big enough to cast a ballot.’ On the
very day that saw him rush upon the ferr -boat
to visit New York for the first time in his life,
he had rounded his nineteenth year, and his

)hysical appearance denoted that he was good
or many years to come.

But verdancy looked out of Omri’s eyes; it
was stamped on his wearing apparel from hat
to boots, and the old-fashioned carpet-sack
which he ke t squeezed between his ankles, put
thoscal on t 0 picture. He had dressed him-
self for his first visit to the great metropmis in
new black hat, light cross-barred pantaloons,
coat to match, and a plum-colored vest, with
gilt buttons much- wider than the wearer. He
wore. a standing collar that threatened to cut his
throat, while its stiffness kept his head in a cer—
tain position, and a loud necktie rested under
his chin.

The youth from Greenblade was by no means
bad-lookin . His face was full and ruddy, be
had deep b no eyes and short auburn hair, and
his fl re, which was well-formed, showed
ymri tway to be in strengtha veritable young
101].

He was noticed by more than one passenger
as the boat lowed its way through the water
toward the ourtlandt street landing that after-
noon, and many remarks were made concerning
his verdant appearance; but he sat erect in his
comer, apparently oblivious to all that was
passing around him, and held his head erect
while he kept his baggage squeezed betwuen his
legs.

‘"When the boat ran into the “crib” and was
made fast to the bridge Omri Otway seized his
carpet-sack and hurried through the ferry-house
to t 0 street beyond, where he suddenly aused
like a person overwhelmed by the buste and
iiiaghnitude of the city in which he had landed.

“ ight this wa or up-town! Take you to
any hotel desire . Here you are, my friend.
Clean back an’ good horses! All aboard!”

Omri Otway seemed bewildered. He had
reached the street and was surrounded by half a
dozen hackman who had pounced upon him on
sight like so many hawks uponahen. Omri
coqu hard] hear his own voice.

“\Vhich otel, sir? Astor, Fifth Avenue or
French’s?”
“Nary one at

resent,” said the big boy,
drawing back and t on lanting himself rmly.
“ I guess I know whar want to 0 without any
instructions. I’m no pumpkin if was raisod in
Jerse sand! If ou’ll jest keep your claws off’n
mg  I look at t 9 address, I’ll give one of yo a
go .

Omri dived a hand into the depths of an inner
pocked and drew forth a well-worn envelope
which bore the New York post-mark.

“ I reckon thar’s about the location 0’ my
destination,” he continued, taking from the en-
velo a card which he put into one of the six
han s thrust forward to receive it.

“ All ri ht! Take you thar like lightning!”
cried the ackman, and then he read the card

aloud:
“ SHARPE & DODGE,

“GREAT AMERICAN ESTATE DETECTIV‘ES.
“Heirs Hunted up, Fortunes Found, etc., etc.
“ No FAILURES.

“No. —— Bowery.”

There was an audible chuckle among the
hackmen as Omri was hustled into one of the
cabs and the door closed.

“Heir to a dukedom ” one big fellow laugh-
ed. “Drive ’im carefu y Jim! Mebbe he‘s the
lost heir to the throne ov ada ascar!”

Away rattled the cab with mri Otway half
buried among the cushions, and wondering if his
experieme was not a dream. He still kept his
baggage squeezed between his legs as if it con-
tained something recious, and took but little
note of theb ci outside. -

The verdan youth was hurried along up

Courthndt street to Broadway, up the great
thoroughfare to Park Row then the horses struck

 

 

Chatham street and the Bowery between East
Broadway and Pell streets.

“ Here ye are—J Sharpe and Dodge—Bow-
ery ’,” at last sung out the hackman as the vehi-
cle came to a stand—still, and he appeared at the
door ready to help the Jerscyman out. “ One
dollar, sir."

“ One dollar?” echoed Omri.

“ Yes, sir. Man an’ baggage one dollar.”

“ My name isn’t Vanderbilt.”

“ Can’t help it. Shall I hold yer valise till the
fare’s )aid?”

“Je osaphat! no I” cried Omri. “I wouldn’t
trade that carpet-sack for your team. Here’s
yer dollar. It’s a reg’lar skin game, but I can’t
parley. Whar’ r Sharpe and Dodge’s office?”

“ That hallway, thar. You’ll find ’em on sec-
ond floor I think. Good-day, my young duke.”
And the hack rattled away before the astonish-
ed Omri could return the parting.

Picking up his luggage, the Jersey youth
executed a bee-line for the hallway designated
by the hackman and was soon hunting for the
names of “ Shar‘ and Dodge” among the many
signs just beyon the door. His hunt was soon
concluded, for a gilt sign informed him that the
firm he sought could be found on the third floor,
fourth door to the right.”

“ All hunki!” ejaculated Omri, and the next
moment he began to climb the steps with his
luggage thrown over his shoulders.

“ It’s worth the fortune I’m to git to climb up
here,” he ejaculated when he reached the third
landing almost out of breath, with the lower
parts of his limbs as heavy as lead. “ But I’d
climb to the skies for the chances I’ve got. So
hyer goes for Sharp an’ Dodge’s office.”

The “ fourth door to the right” was not hard
to find, for a little sign tacked upon it informed
the fortune-seeker that it led to the presence of
the wonderful firm who never failed to find lost
heirs, and Omri walked in without the announce-
incnt of a knock.

He found himself in a small room. The floor
was covered‘with a well worn and discolored
hemp carpet, and the walls and ceiling were
rather ding . There was an oval table in the
center of t e room, several chairs scattered
about, and a desk near one of the front win-
(lows.

At the table sat a man with his broad shoul-
ders turned toward the door, and his feet on
the table. At the desk was another man ap-
parently asleep, for he leaned forward and his
face was buried between his arms.

It must have struck Omri Otway that he had
reached Sharpe and Dodge ata ver dull time-—
that is, if the two men comprised the firm.

The door opening,r easily had admitted the
young Jerscyun into the room without noise,
and the man at the table was unaware of his
presence till he spoke.

“Ar’ you Mr. Sharpe or Mr. Dodge?” asked
Omri.

The man addressed almost fell from his chair
in turning upon the youth, and when he faced
him Omri saw a florid face with two piercing
blaciil':e eyes, a waxed mustache and a pointed
goa .

“ Good-evening, sir,” saluted the man, rising.
“I am Silas Sharpe of the firm of Sharpe and

Dodge. You’ve made no mistake, young man,”
eying” Omri thoroughly. “ Ah, let me see; 3’ 011
are— v

“ Omri Otway of Greenblade, New Jersey,”
interrupted the boy. “I’ve been in correspon-
dence with you about an estate in England, an’
I’ve come to show you the old papers that I
wrote about, in my last letter.”

“ Ah, yes! I remember,” assured Silas Sharpe,
rubbing his sleek hands while his eyes twinkled.
“If you had written us that you Were coming,
we would have met ou at the ferry. Take a
seat, Mr. Otway. Wé’re lad to see you. Jer-
sey prospers, I supppse? randest State in the
Union. I’ll rouse r. Dodge.”

Silas Sharpe step d to the man at the desk
and let his hand fa! lightly upon his shoulder.

The slee r started instantly and looked up,

“Our r. Otway has come, Darius,” explain-
ed Sharpe.

“ Otway? Otway? By George! is he actually
here 3’” was the answer.

Darius Dodge, 8. wiry little man with a
hatchet face, cleanly shaven, and steel-gray
eyes separated b a hawkish beak, sprung at
Omri Otwa as i he intended to devour him.

“ [’m g] to inform you that you’re in luck!”
he cried squeezing Omri’s hand. “Wh didn’t
you  you were coming? But, no di erence
now; you ran the gantlet safely an’ have reach-
ed us with the Ipapers. You’ll do to travel, Mr.
Otway. By ehu! there’s nothing verdant
about this young gentleman, eh, Mr. Sharpe?”

 

and Dodge’s hand fell patronizingly upon Omri’s
shoulder.

“He’ll do,” said Sharpe, with a wink for
his partner. “Now we’ll look at the papeis,
Omri.”

The youth did not notice the suspicious famil-
iarity of these city sharks, but opened his car-
peltfisack and laid a bundle of old papers on the
a e. '

“Thar they are!” he observed. “The An-
thony Morley mentioned in them w as my grand-
father on my mother’s side.”

Silas Sharpe and Darius Dodge fell to exam-
ining the apers, and more than once their eyes
met and g ‘stened, and their knees touched sig-
nificantly under the table. They looked like
men before whom a gold-mine ad suddenly
opened.

“\V’e think they’re all right, my boy,” Silas
Sharpe finally announced.

“ I’m glad to hear of that.”

“ We’ll git every farihing of the fortune, in—
terest an’ all,” put in Dodge. “ You want Hip-
per an’ rest after your 'ourney. Mr. Sharpe
will take care of you. y Jupiter! Omri, I’m

lad you came. Take him to your hotel, Silas.

emembcr that he’s our guest—our distinguish-
ed client, sir. ' (Jud-night, Omri! I’ll see you
in the mornin . Ch, 3m, we've got a safe for
the papers. l\o thicu.s get ’(m here.”

Five minutes latt- r Cmri Otway stood on the
darkening street, with Silas Sharpe. The man
eyed him like a La“ k.

“It isn’t often that a old-mine drops at the
feet of Sharpe and Dc go,” mused the old
shark; “ but one has Cre} pcd there to- fly!
Yes, I’ll take you to my hotel, my Jersey ten-
derfoot. It’s a daiiy! Scme of its Loaidcrs
never leave when (nce established theic!
Darius will spin a web by do fine I get Lack.
“'e haven’t can ,ht a fly like this for many
months. Ccnte, lr. Ginny!”

The last wrrds u cie afldrcsscd alcud to the
youth and he was seen following Silas Sharpe
up the Bowery. .

“Try me for a clam! if the spider hasn’t
nailed a fly!” exclaimed a boy, who almost ran
against Silas Share and his (cmyanion, but
who savcd himself rcm a colliskn Ly s1 ringing
niinbly aside. “I’ll jes} shadow you, my inne-
cent Silas, an’ see whether ycu take the clowr
blossom to your own sweet bcardin’-h( Use. You
look too happy for that fat boy’s good. Thar’s
:omo cunnin schune afcot—Hme devilish plot.
I N30 it in yer eyes, Silas; they’ve got the devil’s
rlint in ’em, so I’ll +1.ch you, you BL“ cry eel.
‘elix Fox wants a job. He hasn’t stiuck a lead
in three wmks.” And away glided the toy al-
most iii Silas Sharp 's shadow.

CHATTER II.
MOTIIIR (AFARY’S TRAP.

MR. SILAS SHAan hid the toy, who was
dodging alon in his wake, a pretty lcng chase.
He conducts Cnui Otway up the Boweiy to
Canal street, then turned atniptly to the left
and walked west 10 Mott, “Didi he traveled to
Hester. Then he csciuud the sharp wheel to
the west again, and run turned into unsavory
Mulberry w ith his unsusridcus (barge.

The youth frcm Jciicy had kept at Silas’s
side with scmo (liflimlty. He was not Used to
the crowded walks of a great city, to ‘reing
jostled sevoral tin cs a minute by people who
seemed to take delight in jostlirg him. It was
not that Way in Greenhlade, Cirri thought.

Silas Sharpe sun-ed to be mar in me the mo—
nn nt he struck Multerry street. Omri not iced
that more people nodded to him than usual. and
lie was quick-witth enough to sus ect that the
senior n‘cmber cf the fortune-finding house was
among acquaintances, ,

“ Somewhat of a nan, this Mr. Sharpe,” ccn—
fessed the fat boy to himself. “People sum to
know him here. A nan who helps to run a
fortune-findin’ establishinth ought to he scme-
body even inINew York. Dcn’t he keep his
mustache up .111 style, though? He could bore
soleleather with the ends, I do believe.”

Mulberry street is not a delectable quarter of
New York. Many of its inhabitants get their
living in questionable business, and many old
shops are the “ stores” of foreigners whose back
rooms could tell stories at Which the front rooms
would blush. It is the abode of vicious adrcnes
who get rich from the labor of the litt e violin-
ists whom they send out to fiddle and
through the streets of New York. Many of the
buildings are occupged entirely by people of this
classZ so that Mul my street might be called
the ‘ Italian quarter” of the city.

Omri Otway, fresh from the looming fields
of New Jersey, and with the marks of verdanc)’
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vout attracting attention. Italian gainins and

street Arabs shouted at him in two languages,
and a boisterous crowd of yelling urchins some—
times came so near that he involuntarily sidled
up to Silas Sharpe for protection.

“ These rats never hurt any one," remarked
the money-shark, glancing down at ()llll‘l with a
laugh. “ I’ve kic 'ed ’em out o’ my path many
a night, an’ they stand kickin’ right well, too,
when the boot is on a man’s foot. Hands off
this young gentleman, you macaroni spawn, or,
by J ehu! I’ll apply sole-leather to the most sen-
sitive part of yer anatomy! Clear out!”

Silas Sharpe’s look was interest on his words;
the gamins drew off, but followed at a respect»
t‘ul distance, guying Omri in a manner that
made him clinch his hands.

The lon walk ended at last, for Sharpe halt-
ed sudden y before a dingy, three—story frame
house, opened a door which was not locked and
thrust Omri into a darkened hallway.

“This is my resent hotel ” he explained to
the youth. ‘ he Grand Metropolitan was
burned last week, an’ I have temporary quarters
here. It’s not as nice as a palace, Omri, but the
beauty is that it’s home-like, au’ better in many
respects than the flash hotels up-town.”

‘ I ’s not like my home,” the young J erseyan
decided, remembering the little room cosey and
neat, in the upper story of a. farm- ouse near
Greenblade. ‘ don’t see Why a. dandy man
like Mr. Silas Sharpe should stop in a house like
this.”

Silas gave him no chance to question him
about the house, but led him u rstairs where he
was ushered into a room and told to wait there a
short time.

“ Come, Mother Canary, fix yourself up a lit—
tlo. I’ve fetched you a boarder,” Silas informed
a woman whom he encountered in a small room
near the one in which Omri awaited his return.

“ Who now? another greenhorn?” cried the
'“ keeper,” who was the very picture of an
Amazon—huge, coarse-featured and slovenly
dressed.

“ Yes, another one ” laughed Silas. “ There’s
a fortune for you, Mbther Canary, if you man-
age this boarder just right. He walked into our
pasture like an innocent lamb this afternoon.”

“ A thousand, Silas !” asked the woman look-
ing 11 into the man’s face.

“ ore than that, Mother.”

“ Where is he ?” exclaimed the Amazon—eager-

l y.

“ In the parlor. But, fix up a little. I want
you to put our best foot forward.”

Mother ‘anary retired for a minute; then
sailed back into the room in a clean dress with
her hair pushed back from her eyes, and, for
her, rather presentable.

“ Show me the new boarder—ha! ha!” she ex-
claimed.

Silas Sharpe led her to the parlor where
Omri sat in a rickety arm-chair. _

“ This is my landlady, Omri,” explained
Silas. “ You’ll find this place quite home-like
.an’ this lady real motherly.”

That woman. motherly? Could a buzzard be a
dove? Even Omri could not help smiling at
.Silas Sharpe’s announcement.

Mother Canary came forward and ex reSSed
pleasure at seeing Omri in her house, an hoped
that he would make himself at home. u 110
always did like young men from the country;
the reminded her of her young brothers who
ha grown into prosperous farmers (which of
course, was a falsehood), and recalled her own
innocent youth spent in the country (which
was another).

Night came down on the city and found the
young fortune-hunter in a little bedroom on the
second floor of Mother Canary’s house.

He had c0me to the metropolis in response to
several letters received within the past two
months from “ Sharpe, and Dodge, Great Ameri—
can Estate Detectlves. ’ The youth had accident-
ally encountered one Of their shrewdly worded
advertisements, which called for the lost, heirs of
an English fortune called the Morle estate.”
A few days prior to his first letter he ad found
in an old trunk in the farm-house loft certain
discolored and ancient documents which led him
to believe that he might be one Of the heirs to the
fortune.

The first reply from Sharpe and D0dge drew
him on. The firm “ had no doubt ” that he was
an heir; they would like to see hiyn, and there-
fore, armed with the papers Omri, who was an
orphan living on a distant relative’s bounty, had
come to New York, and had walked into a trap
which had probably been sprung on several peo—
ple before him.

The shaman eyes of the two land-sharks on
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nothing. They knew that they certainly did
establish the boy’s heirship, beyond the shadow
of a doubt; they knew the Worth of the English
estate, and, if it slipped through their fingers, it

n ould not be their fault.

()mri’s room at Mother Canary’s looked more
like a prison than a home. One window, small
and closely curtained, looked out 11 )on the street,
and for an hour the boy stood by it looking out
at the, to him, singular scenes depicted by the
lighted lamps.

“ This ain’t Greenblade by a thousand odds!”
ejaculated Omri. “ It’s New York, bigger than
ten thousand (‘rrccnbludes I don’t like Mr.
Sharpe’s hotel; I don’t admire the landlad ; an’
by Jupiter! ldon‘t fancy Mr. Sharpe liimsc f any
too well. I wonder what street they call this,
anyhow? I tried to count the squares between
the oflice an’ this house, but I couldn‘t get ’cin
all. This isn’t gcttin’ at the Morley fortune very
fast, but, niebbe I‘ll be able to take a step in the
right direction to~morrow. I like Mr. Dodge
better than Mr. Sharpe, I think. Will they play
fair with me? Let ’cm try otherwise, an’ I’ll
show ’eni that they’ve stirred up real cx—Jersey
lightning in Omri Otway of Greenbladc.”

The youth had been escorted to the first floor
to en per, which consisted of strong ham,
burn e gs, and Very black coffee, but as his
journey ad sharpened. his a ) etite, he did
justice to the poor meal. Silas arpe did not
appear at the table, Mother Canary excusing
him by saying that business had called him back
to the office. I

As the night deepened, the street lamps
seemed to glow with more brilliancy, and b
and by Omri retired from the window, for his
eyes suddenly grew heavy, and be cast himself
upon the bed partly undressed. He fell asleep
almost as soon as his head touched the )illow.

He did not see the face that watched im from
the door that stood ajar. It was the face of
Mother Canary, and her eyes held an evil gleam
while she regarded the slee ,r.

Presently the door 0 nedw and she glided into
the room. She seeme( confident that the boy’s
slee was of the soundest kind, as indeed it was.

rug administered in the black coffee had
done its work.

Mother Canary stooped at the foot of the bed
and appeared to be fixing something there. A
moment later she performed a like service at
the foot of the head—posts. Her fingers worked
deftl and her eyes twinklcd.

“ Silas said I should have more than a thou-
sand, ha, ha!” chuckled the hog. “ Silas an’
Mother Canary know how to work together,
Many’s the time I’ve sprung the trap on the flies
that have walked into his parlor. There! my
young~sand—hiller. You ar’ fixed for keeps!”

Mother Canary threw the bull’s-eye of a little
dark-lantern upon the Jerseyan’s face ere she

lided from the room, closing the door softly be—
iiind hcr. Five minutes later the bedstead began
to move; a portion of the floor directly beneath
it sunk slowly and without the sli htest noise.
Inch by inch it went down; now the o and the
bed—clothes were below the rest of the oer, now
the tops of the posts. The descent would not
have roused a cat. Of course the drugged youth
was unconscious.

_ The bed and its occupant remained out of
Sli—Tht a short time. At length the tops of the
Posts reap ared above the floor, then the pil-
IOWSa 8Jld nally the entire bed. '

But this time it had no tenant. Omri Otway,
the Youth from Greenblade, who had been de-
coved to New York by two of the shrewdest
villains alive, had mysteriously disappeared.

Just two hours later a light rap was heard on
the door that opened into the office of Sharpe and
Dodge, and when it was opened by the mus-
tached member of the firm, a thin, weazen-
faced girl of fifteen slipped inside.

“Give me the letter,” said Silas Sharpe, ex-
tending hiS hand toward the girl before she
could speak.

How did he know she had a letter for him?
Ah he was expecting it.

The girl fumbled in her bosom for a. minute
and then produced a bit of crumpled paper
which Silas Sharpe clutched like a starving man
clutches a crust.

“ You can go back now,” he said to the mess
sen er as he glanced toward the door.

0 girl retired, the door locked itself behind
her, and Sharpe thrust the paper into his part-
ner s face.

“What (1’ e say to that, Darius?” he exclaim-
ed. “ That etter doesn’t say much, but it says
enough.”

Darius Dodge looked at the paper and read the
three little words scrawled upon it:

"his done!"

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The next moment he jumped up and caught
Silas Sharpe’s hand.

“ By J upiter! Silas, there Were golden feathers
on that Jersey pigeon!” he cried. I

“ Gold feathers with diamond tips!” exclaim-
ed Silas Sharpe. “I’ll tell you, l)arins—”

“ Hark!”

Darius Dodge sprung to the door, opened it
and looked out.

He saw no one '11 the lighted hall, but, not
satisfied, he tip—tocd it to the stairway and look-
ed down. Still, he saw no one, but his eyes
were, not sharp enough to see the figure stretch-
ed out on one of the lower steps.

CHAPTER III.
ON THE san'r. -

DAmus Donor: had no sooner retrean‘d back
to the oilice than the figure lying on the step
got up and hurried down into the street. It
proved to be the figure of a well-~built boy of
seventeen whose movements denoted activity
and whose eyes were densely black, quick an
penetrating.

“So that Jersey (Pigeon had gold feathers,
Mists-rs Sharpe an Dodge!” he ejaculated,
glancing up at the building when he found him;-
sclf on the sidewalk. “ We are yet to see
whether they will fill your pillows. I know

ou two sharps pretty well, I think. New

ork, big as it is, doesn’t hold two mcancr ras—
cals than the so-called ‘ Great American Estate
Detectives.’ More than one ii has Lecu decoy-
ed into their web, and that’s t e last of ’cm, too.
Them two villains can account for more than
one missing man if they would. An’ now
they’ve roped in another victim—an innocent
boy from the Jcrsc s. Felix Fox will see, my
two rosebuds, whether you play your last hand
out to your entire satisfaction. The pigeon i.-
prctty safe where he is, for a few hours. I’ll
see Rosa first. an’ then, mebbe, I‘ll hunt up tho
Pointer; but I don’t know about him.”

Felix Fox shook his head doubtin ly at tll‘,
end of the last sentence, and startc off at a
brisk pace, which soon landed him in front 4 '
what was a large tenement-house on Hcstcr
street. The entrance to the building was :-.
common hallway at one side of the front, and the
Boy Spotter ran up-stairs to the fourth floor,
where he rapped at a door over which was an
open transom, and beyond it a light.

The door was quick y opened by a young girl,
who held a piece of unfinished work in her
hands.

Felix glided into the room, and glancing up at
the transom, said to the girl:

“ Mcbbe we’d better close it, Rosa.
something important to say.”

In an instant Rosa seized a cord that hung
alongside the door-frame, gave it a smart 'u‘k,
and the transom was closed. Felix walkm for-
ward and dropped into a chair that stood beside
a sewing-mac inc, and tossed his hat carelessly
upon a bed near by.

“Well, Rosa, ticy’ve got another pigeon,"
were his first words, when the girl, who was
very beautiful though slightly pan and about
his own age, had taken a chair near by.

“ 'l‘hcy‘f—who, Felix?”

“Why, the Gold Spiders of the Bowery——
Silas S arpe an’ Darius Dod c. This time
they’ve roped in a greenhorn rom Jersey—a
big, good-lookin’ boy with no umption an’ bad
luck. I’ll bet my molars that )0 was dccoycd to
the city by those very scamps.”

“ Where is he now?”

“At that angelic resort on Mulberry street.
He’s already in Mother Canai‘y’s hands.”

The girl started.

“You have told me so much about that we-
man, Felix, that I must believe her to be one of
the worst women in New York,” she said.

“ No, Rosa. she’s the very worst!” exclaimed
the boy. “Shake ’em all up in one bag an’
Mother Canary would fall ou first.”

“ A bad woman, then?”

“ A she-devil !”

“ And the boy from New Jersey has fallen into
her clutches?”

“ Yes; I saw Silas Sharp take him to the den.
He went like a lamb, for, raised in the country,
he believes every good-lookm’, fair ' ’man
a friend. He’s never been fooled worse than he
is to-ni ht. I don’t know him—not even his
name, osa- but, b Jericho! he has one friend
in New Yor , an 3 name is Felix Fox!”

The eyes of the sewmg girl sparkled with
sym thy and do] ht.

“ on’t I know 1: at the advertised business-of
them two scoundrels is only a retense to cover
11 their villainies?” continu Felix. “ They
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heirs to big estates in England an’ every now
an’ then, as I-have reason to believe, they get a
igeon worth pluckin’. I put the Pointer on to
ghem once, but he laughed an’ said I must be
mistaken. It got away with my racket to hear
the Pointer go on in that way about men he
should know something about. I was floored,
Rosa. I think I could convince him now.”

“But, will you?” asked the girl. “ Some~
how-or-other, I don’t fancy the Pointer.”

“ Has he been here lately?”

“ Not for four days. He may boa ood detec-
tive, Felix, but I don’t know about is gentle
man] qualities.”

“ Vghatl did he insult you, Rosa?” exclaimed
,' the boy.

\. “N—no,” said the girl, hesitating just the

least and adroitly avoi ing Felix’s gaze. “ But
I don’t like him. I can’t tell why.”

“ He is called one of the best spotters in New
York. I have known him to work up cases
where the best detectives of the regular agencies
have failed. The Pointer is private, you know.”

“ So you have told me.”

“He works the missin’ man racket for all
there is in it you see. For instaneez—A man
comes to the city from Jersey or Pennsylvania
with considerable money on his person. His
friends wait a week for him, but he fails to turn
up at home. Another week passes, an’ still not
a line from him. They come to the city them-
selves, an’ put the police after the missin’ man,
but it’s no go, Rosa. Then they fall back on
the regular agencies an’ try it again. Failure,
as before. By this time they are frantic an’
willin’ to pay anything for the missin’ indivi-
dual. Then it is that the Pointer gets at the
case; but first he gets the reward doubled if he
kin. That’s the la he works—the missin’ man
racket—an’ he wor 's it for all there is in it, too.
He seldom fails. I’ve known him to find ten
missin’ men within a year an’ be get not less than
a thousand in each case.”

“Ten thousand dollars?” exclaimed Rosa.

’ “More than that. In one case he got five thou-
sand for findin’ a young banker from Delaware.
The victim was found in the basement of an
empty house on Houston street near the river.
His mind was so near
remember how he got t are but the Pointer
found him, all the same.”

' i The face of the listening girl expressed her as-
tonishment. .

“ Is be your friend?” she asked.

“I know him well. But you see I don’t
have to hunt the Pointer up to find the pi-
geon from Jersey. I have tracked him myself
to Mother Canary’s, an’ I know that the tw0
villains on the Bowery decoyed him thither.
I’m oin‘ to show in hand, Resa.”

“ ainst Silas S rpe and Darius Dodge?”

“Wghy not! I’m goin’ to Mother. Canar ’8.
I’ve long had a desire to see the inSide of t at
nefarious trap.”

“ Heavens, no!” cried the girl reaching across
the machine and clutching the boy’s sleeVe.
“ From what you have told me about this wom-
an, she will brook no spies. If she is in league
with the money-sharks of the Bowery, she Will
suspect on.” _

‘ We , she’s their partner—the old fence is,”
returned Felix, calmly. “The only way to get
at the Jerseyman’s whereabouts is to et into
Mother Canary’s trap. What it looks ike in-
side I d0n’t know, but I’m goin’ to see.”

“ Be careful, Felix.”

“Trust me for that, Rosa. That boy didn’t
look like he had money with bin), but why
should Dodge call him a pigeon With geld
feathers?”

“ You heard him?”

“ I listened at the door of the gold sha ’s den.
Mebbe Rosa,” and Felix laughed—” nieb that
greenhorn is heir to a pile in England. He
might be a long-10st duke, or a count, or some-
thin’ of that sort. One thing is certain—Sharpe
and Dodge know his Worth, an’ that’s why 0
Ileeps at Mother Canary’s to-night.”

Felix rose and picked up his hat as he fin-

khed.

“You’ll make your visit in the daytime, Fe-
lix?” the sewing girl said, looking at him.

“ No; to-night, ’ was the response. “Time is

recious to the fly in the web. Look here, Rosa.

Should the Pointer come while I’m gone, mum’s
the word.”

“ Certainly,” assured the 'rl, with a smile.

“This is one missin’ man t t he must not et
on to. I’ll boss this job in self. Good-nig t,
Rosa. If I get out o Mot er Canary’s trap

safe I’ll report to-morrow night.”

“ might, Felix,” and the girl followed
the Boy Spotter to the door to admonish him to
be wary careful, and to keep eyes and ears while

one that he couldn’t,

Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter.

on the dangerous mission he was about to take
hold of.

“ I’m no sand-piper,” he called back merrily
to Rosa, the sewing-girl: and then his agile fig-
ure whisked out of sight down the stairway.

“ That’s a girl worth her weight in gold,” con-
fessed Felix Fox to himself, as he Went down
the steps, two at a time. “ 1 want the Pointer
to keep his distance an’ not fool around her. If
he’ll ’tend to his business I’ll ’tend to mine, but if
he doesn’t, by Jupiter! I’ll put a finger into
somebod else’s affairs!”

Felix 'new the cit well. Raised in it from
childhood, and early ( eprived of parental care
he had been allowed to roam at will, and had
iglfiuskfamiliarized himself with the streets of New

or .

Early in life he had takena singular interest in
Messrs. Sharpe and Dodge, and had long ago
reached the conclusion that they were a pair of
rascals who should see the interior of a State
prison. He believed that their business covered
a great deal of cunning rascality, and that in
the little office on the Bowery, were hatched
some of the most infamous plots ever heard of.

“ If anything happens to me—if I don’t come
back to-morrow night, Rosa. will know that I
fell into bad hands at Mother Canary’s. But
I’m roin’ to keep in eyes an’ ears open. I’ve
been in traps before, )ut never between the jaws
of yours, my Mulberry blossom.”

It was not a very long walk from Rosa’sto
the abode of the infamous woman who presided
over the Mulberry street house, and by the time
Felix reached it he had altered his appearance
somewhat.

The sights and sounds of the Italian uarter
were not strange to him; he had thre ed the
streets 1). thou» and times before, and the gamins
who had booted at Omri Otway’s heels let him
alone. He did not know that lie was watched
by a figure with a quick, nervous tread, on the
opposite side of the street—a tall, hatchet—faced
man, who had shadowed him almost from the
vc door of Rosa’s tenement home.

I Felix had looked across the street, he prob-
ably would not have seen this person, and he
therefore kept on, with no knowledge that he
was tracked.

The abode of Mother Canary was well known
to him, and when he found himself in front of
the house, he uttered an exclamation of satisfac-

ion. .

“ Now, I’ll see What lies between the jaws of
this trap, decided Felix, and the next moment
he step into the hallway and jerked the
greasy ocker.

At the same time the hatchet-faced spy cross-
ed the street, with a pair of curiously sparkling
eyes fixed on the boy. He stepped upon the
Sidewalk as the door was ulled open and a mo-
ment later it shut with a Bang upon Felix Fox.

 

CHAPTER IV.
'rnn was or THE TRAP.

As many times as the Boy Spotter had seen
the abode of Mother Canary, he had never
crossed its threshold before. He often doubted
whether there was a harder hole anywhere on
Mulberry street famous for rou h places“ he
was sure that Mother Canary he no equal in
low cunning and meanness.

The hand that opened the doorto Felix caught
him rudely by the arm and pulled him inside.

“ Hold on, there! Don’t tear my arm off—I
may need it!” cried the b0 , trying to disengage
himself from the clutch t at seemed to grip the
bone. “I’m flesh an’ blood, not india—rubber.
Let 0 my arm, please.”

“ es, yes,” snapped a voice. “I’ll let go ov

a whin I want ter. Come ter sry :‘bou
Klother Canary’s house, have ye? ‘lnvrde a
respectable establishment with dishonest intent,
hey? Come in here till I get my peepers ontcr
ye. A boy 6 ar’, but I don’t like boys!”

Felix by t is time had concluded that he had
already fallen into the hands of the boss Virago
of the Mulberry street den. The hall was very
dimly lighted, and he could make out the out-
lines of a heavil built woman, nothing more.

“It must be t 3 old witch herself,” ejaculated
the boy. “ I’ll know for certain in a minute, I
su ose.”

e was dragged into a room at one side of the
hall, and the light was turned on so that the
ca tor could examine her prize.

‘What brought ye hyer, hey?” (ried Mother
Canary for Felix’s capior was the witch of the
den. ‘ This is a bad place for spies an’ prowlers
, —a very bad place, my little street Norway.
Want a room an’ board, hey? We don’t keep a
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phans about.” growled the Boy {butler under his
'reath. “But, see here. I don‘t want a room.
Mother Canary, what’d you take to keep a lot
0’ valuables fora boy 0’ my size a few days!”

Thee es of the old fence instantly twinklcd,
and Fe ix thought that the grip on his arm
slightly relaxed.

“I’m no fence,” she cried, counterfeiting in—

dignation in an admirable manner. “ I keep a
respectable house. I-—”
“ Of course!” interrupted Felix. “ That‘s

what I always , knowed ye to be, Mother (‘2;—
nary-—highly respected an’ a woman that never
gave anything away. I mean business. There‘s
nothin’ slow about me save the watch 1 prig ed
this mornin’ at the Grand Central Depot. 0 0!
Mother Canary; if you don’t want to deal with
me I kin go down street to Mother Robin.”
he grip suddenly tightened again.

“ Mother Robin peaches,” said the woman.
“ that’.5 your name, bo i”

“Gideon Bloss, ‘ Gutter Gid,’ whar I’m best
known,” answered Felix who did not think it
best to give his true name to the old woman.
“The cops never ot onto me, Mother Canary.
Bet yer life, my ulberry princess, they never
looked further than my buttons. Oh, I’m a daisy
with my fingers. How things stick! W hew! ye
ought to know Gutter Gid of Mudball Alley.”

The boy rounded his sentence with a myste—
rious whistle that seemed to captivate Mother
Canary; her eyes glittered admiringly, and her
clutch loosened once more.

“ I’ve got ’cr interested,” said Felix under his
breath. “ I guess I know how to bait my hook
when I want to catch a shark.”

Mother Canary suddenly released the boy and
went to the door. 0 ening it abruptly she looked
into the hall to see t at the coast was clear, then
came back to Felix With avarice and covetous-
ness mingled in her eyes.

“ What have ye got?” the said stooping over
the boy.

“ A dandy lay-out an’ don’t you forget it,” was
the answer. “Of course my darlin’, I want to
dispose o’ the swa wharI kin getthe best terms.
I work for terms, do! What have I got? Ah

'ou’d open our eyes war I to show you the hull
a -out. T ey don’t beat Gutter Gid o’ Mudhall

A ley, mother l”

The woman’s patience was well-nigh exhaust-

e .

“ Tell me. IV here is it?” she cried.

“ \Vhar I kin put hands on it within an hour if
you keep the coast clear ” answered Felix. “ I
don’t want to land here With a rich la out with a
co on each side 0’ your door, Mother anary. It
might curtail my future pleasure an’ profit, you

“ I’ll fix that,” said‘ the old 'fence. “I’ll see
that the p’lico never interfere with my friends.”

“Mother Canary, ye’r’ a dandy!” cried Felix.
“The man who recommended me to you made
no mistake.”

“ Who recommended you?”

“Billy the Bloke who got shot by the rounds-
man last week.”

“Ah, he was a man!” declared the woman.
“ May the man what shot him rot forever above
ground 1”

“ Them’s my sentiments, mother. Well, Billy
told me. He says, says he: ‘ When you want a.
friend, go to Mother Canary,’ an’ haven’t I car—
ried out his instructions?”

Felix thought for a moment that the woman
was about to embrace him, and he shrunk from
the threatened bug, but the mother of criminals
refrained.

“Let me rest here awhile.” he said. “Now
that we know one another we’ll share profits
more than once in the times to come. You an’
Billy war friends; that‘s enough for me to
know.”

Mother Canary made no reply, but went
hastily to the door again, and after looking into
the hallway for a moment, disappeared alto-v
getlier, leavmg the Boy S otter alone. _

“ I guess I’m right,” in erred Felix; “but this
is a trap an” no mistake. If I don’t find out
something about that Jersey greenhorn before
I see the sidewalk, set me down for a verdant
clam. Mother Canary is a tigress with claws
untrimmed. I’d sooner be hugged by a grizzly
than by her.” _

Ten minutes away, and the Vixen of
the den did not return. Felix sat on a very di-
lapidated sofa which was the best piece of fur—
niture in the room and planned next move.
He had gained an entrance to Mother Canary’s
trap, and be doubted not that the door was
locked bcitwcentéiimland the street.d ('ll‘he hause
was one o mys I‘y, arge, roomy an angerom,
and the young spotter could readily imagine
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le of criminals and crime.

“ I feel that I am watched,” suddenly passed
throu h the boy‘s mind, for the very stillness
that 1 led the room was ominous of espionage.
“I’ve felt this way before, an’ always when a
pair 0’ eyes war upon me.”

Felix had waited a long time for Mother
Canary’s returning footstc is; but his patience
had not been rewarded. He grew uneasy and
mturally suspicious, and the belief that a watch-
ful eye was fixed upon him momentarily grow
stronger. »

Above the door that opened upon the hall was
a transom which the boy had not noticed before,
and looking up at it cautiously through his
lashes he saw—what? A human face and a pair
of iercing eyes glaring down upon him!

he boy’s first impulse was to jump up, but
he mastered himself in a remarkable manner,
and sat perfectly still. He knew that the face
at the transom was not the benign countenance
of Mother Canary; it was the face of a man,
clean cut, full of viciousness and lighted up by
a pair of penetrating eyes. In some respects it
resembled the face of arius Dodge, but Felix
knew it was not, yet he felt certain that he had
seen it, or a similar one somewhere.

IVhile he looked it was withdrawn and he was
unwatched again.

“ In for it,” he murmured. “ Regarded with
suspicion in Mother Canary’s den! Felix Fox,
you’ve got to fight it out!”

The next moment the door opened and the old
Amazon sprung into the room. She was not

alone.

“That’s the boy, Mother!” said Mother
Canary’s companion, a slim man with a short,
bushy beard, and apparently forty—five years
old. “You let in a scorpion when you opened
your door to him.”

“ A spy—a prowler for the cops, hey 3” vocifer-
ated the old ha . “I’ll show him w at it is to
spot a respecta le female like myself! What (1’
yer say now, Gutter Gid?”

“ Gutter Grid?” echoed the man, with a very
devilish chuckle. “ Thet’s the name he gave ye,
is it, mother? \Vhy, thet young snipe is Felix
Fox, the Boy Spotter ov New York!”

Felix had no time in which to escape the itch-
ing fingers of Mother Canary. Slio pounced
upon him with a half-human cry and jerked
him from the floor.

“ Ye’ve come to yer tomb, spy!” she cried, as
her fin ers seemed to sink through the boy’s
clothes into his flesh. “ VVon’t I show him that
it’s death to spot Mother Canary, hey? Git out
o’ my track!” she cried to the man. “ The blue-
coats shall look in vain for the young imp!”

She moved toward the door like a mad fury,
with the boy in her grasp.

To struggle was useless. Felix felt himself on
the verge of the other world.

“ Heidi—one moment, Mother,” called out the
man, laying his hand on_ the fury’s arm.

“ Do you plead for him ?” she cried. “Well,
ye’r’ the last man I thought ’d do that. Nola
diamond mine wouldn’t save the cops’ s )y!” and
she broke from the man’s clutches an rushed
like a tigress into the hall. .

Mother Canary kept one hand at Felix’s throat
and swept down the corridor like a storm. -

At the end of it she kicked a door Wide open
and plunged on until met by another door, whlch
she served in a like manner, disclosing this time
a flight of steps which seemed to ead into a
cellar. Down into the darkness Mother Canary
went with her victim.

“Heaven help me!” gas d Felix.
caught 111 the jaws of a deat -trap 1”

CHAPTER V.
THE POINTER AT pLAY.

THREE men were seated in the office of Sharpe
and Dodge, Great American Estate Detectives,
on the Bowery.

Two of the three were the members of the
firm, the third was a slender man, Sfrlooth-faeed
and keen-looking, and bore a strikin resem-
blance to Darius Dodge, 01113? ho W113 ta ler than
that individual.

The hour was about eleven o’clock of the same
night that witnessed the events recorded in the
previous chapters of our storY- ,

“Are you sure, Hicks, that the_boy is thor-
oughly out of the way?” asked Silas Sharpe,
turning to the man who was not hispartner.

“ Sure of it?” was the laughino' reJomder, and
the speaker tip d his chair bac ' and elevated
his Cigar While 9 blew a cloud of Whlte smoke
ceilingward- “ When did on ever knew Mother
Canar to do a thing in ahangling manner?”

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“ Never,” echoed Darius Dodge.

“Then, never doubt that the young spotter
isn’t attended to. It was a lucky thing that I
1got onto him on his way to the trap. If I hadn’t,

e’d have hoodwinkcd Mother Canary com-
pletely; he was doin’ it up brown when I ran

iin down an‘ spoiled one of the cutest games
ever thought out in a boy’s noggin. Oh they
don’t get ahead of the ’ointer, alias Hicks
Kelly.”

Sharp and Dodge looked extremely ileased.

“It was luck that you run onto t 0 young
chap,” observer Darius; “ and we were lucky to
draw the golden pigeon from Jersey into our
net. There’s no mistake about the apers,
IIieks; they’re genuine, and ready, and a 1 that.
\Vhat we want now is a new Omri Otway; don’t
you see?”

“ Certainly,” assented the Pointer.
the boodle worth?”

“ ()h, there's plenty for three,” laughed Sharpe.
“These English estates, when they are good,
pan out wonderfully, and the Merle estate is a
famous one. But the new Omri tway? \Vo
must have him, and the sooner we put our hands
on him the sooner we clutch the guineas. You
understand, Hicks?”

“ I’m no post!” exclaimed Hicks Kelly, who
was familiarly known as the Pointer, the man
famous for finding “ missing men.”

“ Have you a new heir in your mind?”

“ By heavens, I have!” he exclaimed. “What
will this J ersy pigeon weigh?”

“About one hundred and sixty,” Sharpe an-
swered.

“ His age?”

“ He was nineteen yesterday, he told us.”

“ Suits my boy to a T. Green i”

“As a gourd,” laughed Sharpe and Dodge in
concert.

“I have the counterfeit, gentlemen,” an-
nounced the Pointer, seriously and confidently.
“He’ll not need much coachin’ for he’s played
deep ames before. Then there needn’t be much
troub e with this case.”

“ Not much, Hicks. 1V0 win by the papers
more than by the boy. You see, we may have
to take the heir across the pond to settle matters
an’ get his “John Hancock ” upon certain papers
in the courts there. But, what about this girl—
this Rosa you call her—whom Felix Fox some-
times visits, an’ to whom he may confide his
)lans? 1V0 want no stumblin’ blocks in our way,
ilk-ks. IVO’VC got the Jersey pigeon, an’ the
New York ferri‘t, in a cage from which/escape
is impossible, an’ we want no halt anywhere
along the line. \Vhat if Felix Fox told Rosa
that he was goin’ to Mother Canary’s for the
purpose of findin’ out what had become of the
representative of Greenblade society—what if he
has done this?”

“ I’ll take charge of the girl,” reassured Hicks
Kelly. “ Leave ier to me. If Felix has told
her this, I’ll see to it that she doesn’t give us any
trouble.”

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ou think he told her?” asked Darius

Dodge s lowing symptoms of uneasiness if not ‘

real alarm.

“I really do not know but never let a thought
of that kind break your honest slumbers gentle-
men. Leave all that to Hicks Kelly the I’ointer.
I found the other man to-day.” .

“What other man?” exclaimed the conspira-

rs.

“ The old merchant wh0se mysterious disap-
pearance has kept a Pennsylvania county in an
uproar for a month.”

“Where was he?”

“ In a well.”

“ Dead?”

“ Hang it all l—dead as a door nail!”

“ But you get a reward?”

“ Only fifty dollars,” growled the Pointer.
“ I agreed to find him alive for‘six hundred. I
had him all right 11 to last night. He was
flighty, but alive all t 0 same. But, ban r it all,
I say! “'11): (lldn’t I know there was a idden
well in that_infcrnal old cellar? I felt like tossin’
the corpse into the river an’ let it find its own
wag home. ” I .

icks Kelly got up» blt his cigar in two in a
passion, and threw one end savagely at a much-
missed s1 )ittoon in the middle of the room.

“ The next time I’ll 100k 0111: for cellars before-
hand, bet our life!” he Q‘I‘OWIPd, picking up his
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back with a sardonic smile, which might not
have rested easily on the minds of Sharpe and
Dodge could they have seen it.

“A double team of concentrated raswlily,"
chuckled Hicks Kelly. “I’d pit Silas Sharpe
and Darius Dodge ag‘in’ any two princes in
Tophct. Schemes that never cntored Satan’s
noggin creep into theirs with the subliincst ease.
You’ve got the documents, gentlemen; Mother
Kelly’s got the boy. I must see that this game
isn’t given away. It’s the adroitcst thing I’ve
dipped into for many a long day.” And down
the steps he went with the a rility of a man who
had not passed the forty-fifth milettone of life.

The Pointer was a shrewd one and evidently
knew his business. The facility with which he
found missing men had given him a certain
reputation “'Illfll was not confined to the great
city; he often received flattering oil‘ers togo
elsewhere to trace missing Jcople, but he inva-
riably returned the reply t int New York was
his work-ground, and he would not go away to
find any one.

The reader no longer doubts, of course, that
Hicks Kelly was in league with Sharpe and
Dodge in more than one rascality. 'I‘o state the
plain truth right here, the three had w orkcd to-
gether for years, and had shared the profits of
numerous villainies which, if unearthed, would
have landed the guilty trio in Sing Sing.

“Attend to the girl, hey?” ejaculated the
Pointer, as he hurried up the strut after
leaving Sharpe and Dodge to their T(fl€€-
tions. “Well, I’m the daisy to do that! Now
that Felix is out of the way, I will Lave leisure
to reach my goal. He was a thorn in my side.
that young spotter was. Ho, he! I wonder if
Omri Otway’s Jersey kin will ever call on me
to hunt him up?”

Hicks Kelly kept on, evidently with a definite
object in View, until he reached Hester street,
and found himself in front of the building occu-
pied by Rosa Reed, the sewing-girl. Looking
u ) he mentally counted the windows far above
311111, land all at once uttered an exclamation of

Cl it.

“ L he’s up yet, at work," he said, half-aloud.
“She works nearly all night sometimes. I’ll
go an’ see. I want to get en the trail Sharpe
an’ Dodge sug csted awhile ago. I’ve got 0
’tend to the gir —~that’s my share of the work for
the present. After awhile, Ilicks Kelly, Esquire,
you 11 take a new tack.”

Late as the hour was 1120 Pointer entered the
building and climbed the stairs that led to the
little room which was Rosa’s home and in which
she made enough at the little machine to keep
soul and body together. There was something
mean in the sight of Hicks Kelly climbing u to
that huinblo abode in the dark watches of nut
midsummer night. It looked like the hawk
stealing u on the nest of the dove.

He reac ed the proper landing at last and
stole on tiptoe to the sewing girl’s door. There.
like a s y, he applied his car near the jamb and
listene for several minutes. The on] sound he
heard was the hum of the sewing mac ine which
told him that Rosa was wide awake.

Hesitating awhile longer, the Pointer tap ed
lightly. The hum of the machine was chec ed
at once.

“FelixI—back safe!” cxelaimed a voice, as
somebody bounded toward the door.

“ To Tartarus with Felix an’ I guess he’s that
by this time,” grated Hicks Kelly, as the knob
turned.

The next moment the door was pulled 0
and the rays of the girl’s sewing lamp fell 11
on the schemer’s face.

“ You? Heaven! It is midnight.
you now!” cried Rose, turning ashen.

“But one moment, girl. I called in pass-
ing. I saw your light. I have somethin’ to say.

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“No—no! Not at this late hour. Not to-
night, Hicks Kelly!” and the door was shut in
his face.

Instantly the face of the Pointer grew dark
with rage, his eyes seemed to blaze. and he
straightcmxl with an oath which he fairly hissed
forth. A key turned in the lock as the curse
dropped from his tongue.

“ Lock your door in my face, 0h? By heavens!
that’s cool! I‘ve a notion to interview you in
spite o’ yourself, my Hester Street lily!”

Ile lifted a clinched hand and looked for a mo-

1 can't see

“ TO-morrow, if nothin’ happens, I’ll show you : ment as if he was to shatter the door with it but

the new Omri Otwa '.”

‘f All right: but attend to the girl.”

" Leave that to me,” repeating his words for
the third time, and with a bow, the Pointer
whisked out of si ht.

At the head 0 the stairs, a few steps from
the conspiratom’ office, he stopped and looked

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all at once he altered his mind and turned m
we rd the stairway.

“ You’ve shut your door for the first uni last;
time in the Pointer’s face, Rosa!” he hissed.
“ Before the week’s out you may have no door to
shut at all!”

And down the steps he went, the pictm \,

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of vicious ra e, and from the Cpavement glared
up at the lig ted window, an cursed the girl
again.

Once more Hicks Kelly set out on a night
tramp and this time he did not pause until he
entered a frame house on Canal street and shook
a. figI-‘ifre lying in bed.

‘ ello! is it you, Hicks?” exclaimed the per-
son rising and rubbing his eyes.

“ It’s nobody else, ‘oby,” was the answer in
ill-mood. “I’ve got a new job for on. Do
you think you can play the greeny an the heir
to a bouncin’ estate across the pond ?”

“ J ehosaphat! you don’t mean it, Hicks?”

“ I don’t mean an thing else. It’s a scheme,
[tell you, Toby. ou must become Omri Ot-
way. I’ll ive ou the cues.”

‘ A11 rig t. ’m our heir, Hicks. Give me
the pointers an’ I’l show’em a game that’ll
bring down the house!”

Kelly and the boy laughed together.

CHAPTER VI.
MORE THAN A “rmnon.”

IT IS not our intention to lose sight of innocent
Omri Otway for whose welfare the reader is
doubtless much concerned.

We left the boy in the house of Mother Ca—
nary, and thither we must go to find him.

The bed that came 11 from the dark depths
beneath the floor of mri’s bedroom did not
contain the form of the boy who had flung him—
self upon it in a half—unconscious state a short
time before. He had fallen into the hands of a
brace of sharpers and was suffering the conse-
quences.

Mother Canary knew what she was doing
when she caused the bed and its occupant to be
lowered by the assistance of unseen machinery;
and her eyes shone with triumph of the most
cruel nature.

\Vhen the boy came to his senses he had a
severe headache and found himself lying on a
pallet beneath which was the damp ground.

He barely remembered having flung himself
upon a decent bed; but here he was with two
torn blankets between him and the earth, and
surrounded by pitch darkness.

“ In the name of Heaven, where am I?” cried
the half-bewildered Omri. “This is not the
farm-house near Greenblade. Merciful heavens!
into what kind of a trap have I tumbled head-
long? Ah! I recollect. I came to New York—
I went to Sharp and Dodge’s office—I accompa—
nied Silas Sharp to his hotel.” He 5 rung up.
“ there ar’ my papers—the proofs o m heir-
ship? I have lost theml I have been rob d !”

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hoodwinked and robbed, Omri, and in -

the hands of one of the witches of the great city.

“ This is not the room I went to sleep in!” he
went on. “ I am lyin’ next to the damp ground.
I am under ground—in a cellar!”

He rushed forward with his hands in front of
him, and brought up suddenly against an almost
smooth stone wall. An exclamation of horror
burst from his throat. He was indeed under
ground.

Not a ra of light penetrated the place to show
the young erseyan its dimensions. A chill took
possession of his heart.

He felt his way along the four walls of the
underground dungeon, and came back to his
pallet with a faint heart. His trip had not dis-
closed even the semblance of a door.

“ I’d kick a door down if I found one, but
there isn’t any,” he said. “I am shut u in one
of those doorless dungeons I have rea about,
but which I believed never existed. Am I to
die here?”

“ I shouldn’t be surprised, my Jersey pi eon,”
said a voice in the room above, and other
Canary rose from listening at a certain ilace in
the floor. “ I’ve got my orders, an’ know
what to do. No flies escape from this trap. It’s
the best institution of its kind in this city. I
def any one to get out if I say ‘No.’ It can’t
be 'd, my emerald victim. Oh! Mother Canary
is a power when she wants to do a certain
thing.”

Poor Omri! He could only stand in the dark-
ness and count the throbs of his heart. Three
times he set out around the Walls of his prison
in search of a door, but each time he came back
to his pallet disap ointed.

The manner 0 his entrance to the dungeon
never entered his head. Born and raised in the
country, he had had no chance to learn the
tricks and crimes of the villains who infest the
cities; but he had had his eyes 0 ened in this
respect. There seemed no escape or him.

Meanwhile, Mother Canary had left the room
above, and had answered the little bell jingling
in the hall. The old fence did not have many
visitors, but those who did come to the house in-

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variably came “on business.” The night of
startling events had passed awa , and it was
nine o’clock in the morning when other Canary
res onded to the summons of her bell!

er visitor on this occasion was Mr. Silas
Sharpe himself, and as the door was cautiously
pulled open, he slipped East the woman and
turned upon her in the ha .

“Well, how goes it?” he asked, a great deal of
eagerness in his tones.

“Fairly, fairly, Silas,” answered Mother
Canary with a meanful grin. “Two flies in-
stead of one dropped into the trap last night.
The last one was no green jacket from Jersey.”

“So Hicks says. He was tryin’ to hoodwiuk
you, Mother, when the Pointer happened to
drop in?”

“ Tryin’ to, yes; but I wasn’t goin’ to be hood-
winkcd. They don’t fool Mother Canary, Silas.
He was a cute one, though. The cops sent him
here.”

“No,” said Silas Sharpe very seriously.
“Mother Canary, that boy came here to find
out what had become of the pigeon from Jersey.”

‘ NO!”

“ Fact it is, by the golden rod!”

“ How did he know LC was here?”

“ He must have seen me fetch him up. That
young spotter is a caution; there’s the makin’
of our worst enemy in him.”

“If he isn’t frosted in the bud, eh, Silas?”
laughed the woman. “ W’cll, see here,” and
her hand fell upon Silas Sharpe’s arm. “When
Felix Fox becomes our enemy, let me know,
will you? Notify me by postal card, please, or
drop me a line by letter.”

There was a horrible grin of triumph at the
corners of Mother Canary’s mouth, a gleam of
satisfaction in her eyes.

“You’ve fixed him, then?” asked Silas Sharpe.

Why the uestion? Mother Canary’s coun-
tenance told iim enough.

“ I fix ’em all when I have orders,” the wo-
man said.

“All right. Now I want to see the other
on‘o.” .

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“  gorsey pigeon.

The proprietress of the Mulberry street trap
stared in amazement at Silas Sharpe. The re-
quest to her was a very uncommon one.

“He’s in the fool’s chamber” said the wo-
man. “ The only way to it is by the trap you
know.”

"W’ell, I’ll go down by the trap, then. I
must see him mother; the success of our scheme
ma hang on this visit.”

‘ Come then. You don’t want to see the
Boy Spotter?”

‘ Ne, hang him! I want nothin’ to do with
him; that’s yours an’ the Pointer’s business.”

Mother Canar led Silas Sharpe into asmall
room revealed but poorly by a few. rays of
light that stru'rgled in at a curtained window.

“That corner there,” she said pomting to a
certain corner. “Ah, you know where it is,
Silas; you’ve been there before.”

The Bowery shark knew the place for he
had stepped into the corner designated by the
woman who Went to the wall and touched a
button well hidden by the dark papering.

The next moment the floor in the corner be-

an to descend without the least noise, and

ilas Sharpe disa peared while Mother Ca-
nary eyed him. he infamous house seemed
alive with “traps.”

Darius Dodge’s artner in infam was car—
ried several feet bellziw the level floor y the trap
when it stopped and he leaped from it. .

“ \Vhat was that? I heard something,” said a
voice in the darkness.

The reply was the snap and the flash of a
match and Omri Otway sprung forward Wlth a
cry, and alighth in front of Silas Shar 0.

‘You have found me! Oh! thank ortune!”
exclaimed the young Jerseyan, as the money
shark took a wax candle from his pocket and
proceeded to light it. “What kind of'a house
am I in? Do you really board at this kind of a,
hotel, Silas Sharpe?”

“Circumstances make strange bedfellows,”
answered the deep-dyed villain, Sticking the
candle into a crevice in the wall.

“ You have come to take me to a better place,
haven’t you? I tell you, Silas, that old woman
is a perfect devil. She hasn’t got those dancin’
eyes for nothin’. I‘m not worth much, but I ex-
pect to be one 0’ these days, aii’ I’d give it all
to have my hands at her throat for just one
minute!”

The boy drew himself up as he spoke, till Mr.
Silas Sharpe thought he would sooner see the
J erseyan’s hands at Mother Canary’s throat
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“ Where are my pers?” continued Omri.

“Secure in our urglar-proof safe,” was the»
answer. “I stole a march on the party that put.
you here. I want some information about you --
self, Omri. It will help us secure the estate
'ustly, yours in England. Now, when were 31 u

orn?’

The boy fixed his eyes on the rascal in amaze-
ment.

“Take me out 0’ here first,” he said. “Take
me back to your ofliee an’ I’ll tell you all I
know.”

“I can’t, just now. It is daylight, you see,
an’ I_ am here b stealin’ a march on your perse—
cutor. The in ormation I must have at once.
We must cable oura ent in London right away,
sayin’ that we have ound you an’ givin’ date of
birth, an’ so forth.”

“I’m in no pushin’ hurry for that fortune,”
retorted Omri, whose eyes had been partly 0 en—-
ed by his late adventures. “ I prefer to tal in
your office, not in this dungeon. You didn’t
come in by a door, Mr. Sharpe, for there ain’t

an .”

Silas Sharpe bit his lip and gave the boy a
mad look from LL’lJllld his heavy ashes.

“ If I could only convince on of the import"
ance of havin’ the truth in ondon yet to-day,,
you would gladly tell me. Let me see, you Were

em in the year—~”

The rascal looked at the victim, expecting him.
to finish the sentence.

“I’ve made up my mind; not a word here!”
was the detCI‘nllIlCd reply.

Shar o with difllcultykcpt back a tremendous
oath. is had met a repulse where he expected
to gain a substantial victory.

“I’m sorry to say that you can’t et out 0’
here until you tell me what I want to 'now,” he
said taking another tack.

“ can’t, hey?” cried the b0 .

“I’m very sorry to say it, mri.”

For a full minute the rascal’s victim stood si-
lent before Silas, and the look that by degrees
came into his eyes made the money shark recoil
an inch.

“ Your London a cut must wait a while,"
Omri remarked, at ast. “ I’ve made up my
mind tlret there’s some shenanigaii about this.
Some—l:ow—cr—other, you fetched me to a very
bad house. You are on good terms with the she
panther that runs it, 011’ you call it a ‘hotel.’ I
don’t bel:eve that a man 0’ your stylish git-up,
Silas Sharpe, 1 cards at a place 0’ this kind. I’ve
never been to New 3 ork, before, but I’ve seen
city fellars jes’ like you spendin’ summers at
Greenblade. an’ they always stop at the best
hotel there.” . .

“ You don’t mean to intimate that I stand in
with the person who put you here?” exclaimed
Silas Sharpe trying to frighten the country boy
with a show of anger.

“You fetched me here when there must he‘s.
thousand more respectable boardin 'houses in!
New York,” was the reply. “ You p aced me in,
the power of this tigress. Prove that you are my
friend by takin’ me out 0’ this trap right away.”

“ I don’t poke my nose into unnecessary dan~
ger.” said Sharp.

“Then, Omri Otway will rot here before he»
gives any information aWIIY- . _

“Oh, you will, eh?” hissed Silas Sharpe and 1118‘-
hand droppod heavily upcn the boy’s shoulder.
“ You’ll regret it if you act stubborn, Omri.
You’d like to go back to Greenblade rich—I know
You would. You can only obtain the great

orley estate through the hands of Silas Sharpe
an’ Darius Dodge.”

“Then b Jupiter!_ I don’t want it!” exclaimed
Omri. ‘2 Sgou stand in with Mother Canary be-
cause you came down into this hole in the ground
from above. I heard you alight. Look here,
Silas Sharpe, I look like a natural born feel, but
I ain’t one. ’11 get my share of the fortune
without your help, an’ if I kin, I’ll send somebody
u for a confounded dirt piece of work. An,
right here I’ll begin y chokin’ you, Silas
Sharpe!”

The Bower villain made an effort to avoid
the boy, but 0 was not quick enough. Omri
Otway sprung at him Wlth the ferocity of a
young tiger and his hands reached his throat
under the waxed mustache before he could beat
them down.

The attack was thework of a second, but the
boy’s hands did not tighten before Silas Sharpe!
had sent up a wild cry for succor.

“ Help! help! For heaven’s sake, help me,
Canary!” _

“ That tigress had better keep her distance!”
cried Omri while Silas struggled. “ I want to
get my fingers between collar en’ chin 1”

At that moment Sharpe fell against the wax.
candle sticking in the wall and extinguished it.

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“I guess that's enough for this time,” cried

the _ boy, releasing his well-choked victim.
“You know that Omri Otway is no pet rabbit,
Silas Sharpe. You kin coax him into a trap,
but you must not enter yourself to play with
him.”

Sharpe, half-unconscious, in staggering back
fell a ainst an ob'ect that sent a thrill
throng his frame. t was the trap which had
been lowered for his help.

With a last effort of strength, he drew him-
self up on the platform, and was whisked up-
ward without noise.

Mother Canary sprung to the Bowery rogue
with an exclamation of horror.

“ Kill ’im! do it today !”grated Silas, looking
up into her eyes. “He choked me! He’s a
youn tiger, an’ almighty dangerous. IIe
woul n’t give me a bit 0’ information!” and he
staggered across the room, showing plainly the
effects of the terrible choking he had received.
His eyes seemed ready to start from his head.

Mother Canary turned and followed him.

“Brandy! brand i” cried the villain as he
gained the hall. ‘ I’ll have more than pigeon
feathers for this i”

The bag of the trap s rung away to carry out
the fiercely-vociferate( order, and when she
came back she found him lying insensible on
the floor. As she bent over him the bell jinglcd
again and she rushed toward the door.

“It’s me, Mother,” whispered a voice without,
and a moment later Hicks Kelly stood on the
:zcene.

“ The 1pigeon did that,” said the woman, point-
ing at S arpe.

“A pigeon?” laughed the Pointer. “I’d say
a tiger!”

 

CHAPTER VII.
A DANGEROUS FOE AT LARGE.

“ THIS is a trap that is a trap. By the sacred
spoons! it looks as if I’ve got more than I bar-

ained for. Mother Canary is no sprin pullet.
knew that before I poked my nose into her
shanty an’ I’ve had my belief confirmed. The
man who gave me. away had Ilicks Kelly’s eyes.
It must have been the Pointer. I’ll get even
with ’em all. I’ll show the whole lay-out that
Felix Fox is more than a boy when they get
him against ’cm.”

Of course the youth who spoke thus was the
Boy Spotter, the youn detective who had tried
to hoodwink Mother 'elly, but who had got
eau ht for his pains.

e leaned against a stone wall in itch dark-
ness and in the midst of .rofound si ence. Mo-
ther Kelly had carried im down a flight of
and had flung him forward with all her
mi .

y the merest chance Felix had missed falling
against a wall of stone; he. fell at the foot of it
with his brain in a whirl and nearly uncon—
scious. He had ample o )portunit to reflect
over his adventure, but rc cction d1 not change
his mind. He was still resolved to help Omri
Otway out of his troubles and to baffle the villa i n-
ous gang pitted against him.

He was certain that he was not far from the
Jersey boy. The same roof was doubtless over
both; and both were in Mother Canary’s trap. ,

“ I’ll see what the chances are for gettin out 0
this black trap,” continued Felix, now fully re—
covered. “ Somebody’s chucklin over my mis-
fortune on the Bowery, an’ Rosa wonders where
I am. ‘ Crow while ye kin, 111 money sharks.
Thar’ll be a fly time when get on the trail
again!”

Felix was feeling the walls of the dungeon
when a strange sound struck his ears. He stopped
and listened.

“ Help i—help 1” he heard.
Canary!”

The sounds came through the wall and, but he
knew it not, from the his of Silas Sharpe, who
had been attacked y Omri, the Jersey

“ Help me, Mother

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hats not 8. b0 5 V0}Ce. ,eJaClllated Felix.
“ Ascuflle of some ind lS gOm’ on somewhere
111’ also under round. There! all is Still now.
I’d give five do‘ilars to know what that meant.”
He listened a while longer, but the ones were
not repeated; they died aWay as suddenly as they
an

' e he went back to his task. I For .an hour
he felt the walls of his prison With his hands.
NOt 8 Sqnare inch of surface cscaP(‘d his “"111”?-
After the walls he went to the ground and crept
slowly over it searchin it thorou"

Near one corner his ngers toucIi
lank Whlch stuck above the surface.

1y.
ed a piece of
It was

01d and very much decayed, and was not much
to build hopes 011, but Felix resolved to investi-
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The ground was rather soft and damp, and the
Boy Spotter dug with his fingers until he got a
good gri on the plank, when he braced himself
against t 8 wall and pulled with all his strength.

“I’ll pull the universe up but what I get at
the bottom of this thing,” he exclaimed as he
tugged away. “ I’ll make it better than ninety
proof, cayenne pepper for you, my daisy plot-
tors!

The stubborn plank yielded at last and Felix
unearthed a hole large enough to squeeze his
body into. 110 determined tliisby feeling, for he
had no matches, and his keen eyes Were of no
use amid that gloom.

\Vheii he had rested a while, Felix lowered
himself into the opening disclosed by the lifting
of the oldplank.

“ An o1( sewer pipe, by J upitcr!” burst from
his throat. “ I‘ve crawled through ’ein before,
but here’s one that’s been abandoned for years,
an’ there’s no tellin’ where it will take me. I’ni
oit‘ for a trial, an’ I’ll see you later, Mother
Canary !”

The pipe was moldy and not one of the lar est
size, but it was large enough to accomiiio ate
the body of the Boy Spotter, and he began to
crawl through it, all the time on the outlook for
a terminus that Would let him ascend to some
safer place.

Judging from the time occupied by his creep
through darkness, Felix thought he must have

)as::ed from under Mother (‘anary’s trap, when
10 fell out of the pipe, having reached the end.

Fortunately he did not fall far, and when he
TUCOVOI‘Cd, he could stand erect and feel a floor
above his head.

“Another cellar,” said Felix. “I hope I’ve
hit a place that will give me liberty. I’m achin’
to show Mother (‘aiiary a trick ihat’ll open her
eyes. No stolen goods ‘lay’ next time, my Mul—
berrv street seraph.”

llj‘o‘lix tried the floor above, but found it pretty
SO it .

“ Say, ar’ thar any rats about the premises,
Jacob!” suddenly said 1!. voice.

“ tats? (lott in liiiniiiel! ml:- !" was the reply.
“ \'v you ask ’boud rats, (‘arl{”

“ llecausc thar’s one under the floor,”

“ Veil, dot peats Yawcob Blinks’s dime all ter
pieces! Rats under dis house? Vy, vere (lid
you hear ’iin, Carl?”

“ Right under my chair.”

“ Ve’ll hat to see inter (lat rat )COSQIIOSS.”

And something very like an e ephant walked
across the floor above the boy’s head,

“ J aeob Blinks? I know that Dutchman,”
mused Felix. “ He’s the only honest man near
Mother Canary’s trap.”

“ Move yer chair,'(‘arl. There peeze an old
trap under it.”contiiiued the Teuton. “Ve’ll
intLuire inter dis rat eezeness.”

helix Fox awaiter deVelo ments with bated
breath; he drew back part y into the sewer-
pipe while Jacob Blinks operated with a hatchet
overhead.

Suddenly the sounds ceased and a trap was
lifted.

“ Now, vere’s dot rat?” exclaimed Jacob,
thrusting his head into the hole.

“ Here, Jacob! I’m the bess Norway 0’ New
York!” laughed the Boy Spotter so suddenly
that the Dutchman drew back wit 1 a loud cry.

“A poy, py gracious!” he cried. “ Vell, Carl,
dat’s de iggest rat Yawcob Blinks ever ketch

 

JaCob’sdrawin back enabled Felix to seize
the edge of the our above, and the next mo-
ment he drew himself into the little tap-room
with a dexterity that brought the German’s
customers to their feet.

The boy presented a funny appearance, cov-
ered as ho was with the grime and mold of the
abandoned sewer. He did not look more than
half human, but his eyes, full of triumph, pro-
claimed him a very intelligent specimen of hu-
manit '.

H Vere you been? Vat on mean erawlin’
under my house, hey?” erie Jacob, seizing the
bov.

“Don’t you know me, Jacob? Let me get a
little 0’ this dirt off my face—_”

“Shoot me for n pI‘C‘tZOl, 0? it ain’t Felix Fox!
der young rascal vat finds dings out! Coom dis
way, poy! Go an' wash yersclf, an’ de'n I’ll in-
troduce you to my coestomers. Felix Fox, hey!
1103'! Carl thought it Wis a rat under der
house!”

Felix was very lad when the )mprietor 0f
the saloon thrust ism out of it into a small
room where there was a wash basin, a dirty
towel and a brush. He attacked the water at
ODCO. and afterward manipulated the brush.

“ I don’t Want to see your customers. J 1100b!”
be said to himself. “ If I must know them, I’ll

 

 

let you introduce me later.
Jacob, an’ good-by.”

The Boy Spotter opened a deer that was
handy, and sprung into a hall. The next mo-
ment he was in the street, with his hat ulled
over his eyes, and the last lci‘son that t e in-
mates of Mother Canary’s wanted to see at
lar re.

‘nghere never was a trap that held this gut~
ter~snipe long,” he laughed, looking in and
down the street from under his hat. “ cllo!
there they go, shoulder to shoulder— two of
the meanest seoundrels that infest this city!”

Yes, indeed. The keen eyes of the Boy Spot—
ter had detected Mr. Si as Sharpe walking
down Mulberry street, in compan with no less
a personage than the Pointer! bilas was still
“pale about the gills,” for Mother Canary’s
fiery brandy had restored him to conscious-
ness.

It was worth much for the boy to see those
two Worthies together, for it continued his belief
that they w ere conspirators in more than one
dark plot, and especially the one against Omri
Otway, the Jersey pigeon. They could afford to
be seen together now, for were not Felix Fox
and the ('tllllil'y boy in the Mulberry street
trap? And where was the person who had ever
escaped from M other Caiiary’s clutches?

Felix followed the two men, and gradually
drew near them, but exercised a great deal of
caution.

“ It does me. good to keep my pcepers on you,”
lie ejaculated under hisbrcath. “ ll’o'n’t there
be a time when the she—lizard behind me discov-
ers that Felix Fox is missin’! Ho. ho! my de-
lectable daisies of the Bowery fields. Ar you
certain of the pigeon’s feathers still?”

Felix followed the couple until they turned
into the Bowery, and then, certain t iiit they
were pi'oceedinr to the oilice of Sharpe and
Dodge, he turner back and hurried away.

“ In the first place, I must let Rom know that
I’m out o’ the tra i,” he decided; so he qiiickened
his gait, and did not sto ) until he stood on the
floor on which Rosa RCt‘t , the sewing-girl, had
her home.

A few quick strides carried him to the door,
and he was about to open it when a placard,
bearing the words “For rent,” stared him in
the face.

The Boy Spotter recoiled with a cry as if
Mother Canary had risen in front of him.

“ Jchu! what does this mean?” he exclaimed,
springing like a young tiger at the door.

“It means just Wiat it says, boy," said a
man who had opened a door behind Felix.
“ The girl who lived in there went off this morn-
' 31

Thanks, my dear

“But she didn’t give up the room?”

“ Her friend did, for her. She went off about
seven o’clock this morning, an’ be came with a
letter from her to the agent for the house, saying
that she didn’t want the room any longer. Her
friend fetched a dray with him, and took all the
furniture away.”

Felix heard these tidings like a person stun-
ned. What! Rosa rone?

“What was this riend like?—Wh0 was he?” he
suddenly demanded.

“ I didn’t see him.
utes, the say.”

“ You’ll let me look into the room, won’t
you?" ,

“ I haven’t any key, but there’s the transom,”
said the man.

Felix, with the assistance of a chair brou ht
from the opposite room, 100de into Rosa's 1i tie
chamber, and found the man’s story true. It
was eiitirclv elllllt -

“Gone s in is!’ he said, grating his teeth.
“The ‘friend’ business is an infamous fraud—
a part of the game. I’ll bet my eyes that I can
s )of. the villain whose hand is deepest in this.
R heavens! I’ll make you settle a big bill one
0 these days, Hicks Kelly!"

CHAPTER VIII.
PICKING UP THE TnAiL.

Fri ix Fox walked away with his mind in a.
tag. i:. He had est-a id from Mother Canary’s
ti'tII'. and had reachedx Rosa’s home too late to
save her from some new and terrible danger.

“ She has fallen into the I’ointer’s power—I
know it!” he ejaculated. “ He has taken advan-
tage of m forced absence an’ is playin’ what he
thinks to he a trump card. Loo ( out for num-
ber one, Mr. Kelly.’

The remainder of the day the boy occupied in
what turned out to hp at sundown a vain attempt
to get upon Hicks Kelly’s trail. That shrewd
rascal was not to be found at his usual haunts
anthelix searched the city pretty thoroughly
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But not in his usual arb did the b0 detective
rosecute his search. ’ e was so wel disguised
hat the keen eyes of the Pointer could not have

recognized him even if he had been on the look-

out.

Omri Otway was not forgotten.

“ I’ll attend to 'our case after dark, my Jer-
sey pigeon,” conc udcd Felix, thinking of Sharpe
and Dodge’s victim. “ I must get trace of Rosa
first. I hardly think that Mother Canary will
shut your wind oif just yet. IVhen I get fairly
at your case, I’ll make things hum.”

Night came, but no traces of the missing girl.
Felix was perplexed and mad.

“Hang it all!” he exclaimed. “ Maybe I’ll
find the whole three together." And down he
went to the vicinity of Sharpe and Dodge’squar-
tcrs on the Bowery and crept up thostairs to the
main office of the villainous pair.

Here was another disappointment and sur-
prise.

Felix tiptocd to the door and beheld upon it in
newly printed big letters the Words:

“ ' LET!
“ INQUIRE AT No. —- GRAND STREET!”

Felix’s eyes Seemed ready to leap from his
head.

“ Here’s another runaway!” he cried. “ Rosa
one, Sharpe an’ Dodge gone. Is it a coinci-

( ince? By Jupiter! it’s more than that. No.—

Grand street, eh? There’s where I’m goin’!”

It was not far to the place designated by the
lacard and the boy found the owner of the
uilding, lately occupied by the conspirators—a

shrewd business little man, whose mind was

wholly absorbed by the question of dollars and
cents.

“I notice that the office lately occupied by
Sharpe an’ Dodge, Great American Estate De-
tectives is empty.”

“ Yes. Have you got me a renter i” cried the
owner ea erly.

“ Do I ook like a renter’s agent 3” cried Felix.
“ I hope I’ll never get down to that. No, I have
no renter for you, but I won’t say when I may
not have one. But Sharpe an’ Dodge were doin’
some business for me an’, I want to know where
they’ve gone to.”

‘ I don’t follow my renters after they do )art.
Of course I’m sorry to let ’em go, my boy, at I
never keep track of ’em, hopin’ to coax ’cm
back. That’s not my style.”

“ You don’t know, then?”

“No, and I don’t care. Good-night, sir.”

Felix looked at the man and—did not depart.

“ They left suddenly, didn’t they?” he ven-
tured.

“ Well, yes. Mr. Dodge came here late last
night and said that they might vacate before
long, but Shar )o Comes in about noon to—day,
and says that t ey had to go at once.”

“Short notice,” remarked the boy.

“Shorter than I like, especially when it loses
me good patrons,” growled the man.

Felix turned away.

“Short notice, had to go, good renters,” he
murmured, as he passed out into the street.
“ Things are gettin’ interestin’. Upon the heels
of Rosa‘s disappearance Sharpe an’ Dodge pull
up stakes an’ move off. Pleasanter fiel s than
the Bowery suddenly discovered, I presume.”

Once among the lamps of Grand street, Felix
collected his thoughts and walked slowly away.

“ I’d give my neck for a trace of one of three
men—I care not which one just now,” he said.
“Why not go back to Mother (Janary’s an’ put
the old trap under guard? A bee always comes
back to its hive, an’ Mother Canary’s is the hive
for the three rascals who have conSpired to
pluck the Jersey pigeon.”

Back to Mulberry street went the Boy Spotter,
wishin a thousand times that he was at the
heels 0% Hicks Kelly, or Silas Sharpe.

Just opposite Mother Canary’s was a two-
story frame building, the main lower room of
which was a store for the sale of second-hand
clothing, and the moment that Felix drew near

by a dark- aced man whose fingers seeme to
sink into his arm the instant they touched it.

“ Ze poy vat takes mines clo’dings las’ night!”
squealed the old 010’ merchant as he drew Felix
toward him. “I have 20‘ young varmin’ at
last.”

Felix straightened and drew back indignant.

“See here, sir! Don’t you call me a thief,
you Scum o Jewry!” he exclaimed. “There’s
nothin’ in your shop I’d have on my back. Let
me o!”

“ send ye to ze Island. Dat vill be peezeness.
Vere you sell mine clodings, eh? Take ’em to
Mother Robin, hey?”

Mother Robin was Mother Canary’s rival in
the nefarious business of receiving stolen goods,

 

and a great deal of jealousy existed between
the two women.

“Hang your clothin’i” shouted Felix. “If
you pull me into our store, ou’ll have a bull
in a china shop be ore you’re t rough with me.”

The Jew laughed derischly, and continued to
drag the boy toward the door, despite his strug-
gles to free iiniself.

\Vhen on the very threshold of the shop, Felix
happened to throw a glance acress the street,
and saw Mother Canary’s door open and a man
emerge.

He didn’t resemble either Hicks Kelly, Silas
Sharpe or Darius Dodge; but who (150 would
visit the trap at that hour?

Felix made a desperate effort to get away,
and was successful.

He broke from the Jew’s grasp and boundcd
awag.

“ top dat young thief I He takes mine
clodings!” yelled the Israelite, but Felix was
far beyond his clutches, and a few bounds car-
ried him across the street.

He thought he would recognize the man who
had just left the Mulberry street trap, but he
soon found that he had lost precious time in get-
ting away from the Jew. There Were many
people on the street, and the boy hurried along
scrutinizing all and confident that he would
know Mother Canary’s late visitor.

Two squares away, or at the junction of Mul-
berry with another street, he saw a man throw
up his hand and whistle to attract the driver of
a horse-car.

“ That’s him!” ejaculated Felix. “ That’s the
man who came out o’ the trap awhile ago. I‘ll
just spot you, my dais .”

The car that came along was much crowded
but the man who was tall, well-shouldered and
had a full beard, crowded his way u on the rear
platform, and leaned against the das beside the
conductor.

Felix ran nimbly forward, and with his hat
crushed over his 0 es hung on to the steps, but
did not seem to ta to any notice of the man he
was shadowing.

For some time there was a doubt in the boy’s
mind as to the identity of his man, but before
the car had proceeded three squares, he had
mentally dubbed him the renowned Silas Sharpe!
Felix saw that the real mustache of that in—
dividual had been combed dowa among the full
false beard, and that he wore clothes entirely
different in shade and texture affected by the
head of the fortune-hunting firm.

The car jogged on, with Silas Sharpe watched
by his young enemy.

“ I want to know where you’ve located,
thet’s all,” murmured Felix. “Before long,
Mr. Silas Sharpe, I propose to have some very
important business with you an’ your cronies in
crime.”

All at once Sharpe made a dash for the
Ste 5. Felix saw his movement just in time,
an swinging alongside the car, let him pass.

He started immediately for the sidewalk,
dogged by the Loy, landed on the curb with a
springy step, and started off at a brisk gait.

Felix, familiar with every part of the great
city knew the street and the vicinity.

“ ou’re a shrewd one, Silas. I wouldn’t
have looked for you here,” lau hed the boy,
keeping close at his heels. “ a! there *ou
go—into the new hawk’s nest. I think ’vo
located the new quarters of Sharpe an’ Dodge,
Great Estate Fleecers.”

Silas Sharpe had dodged into a hallway, and
Felix who reached the place a moment later,
heard his feet on the stairs.

Then the boy ste ped back, looked at, the
number and recorde it on his mind.

He had tracked Silas Sharpe down, and felt
that he had achieved avictory. It was along
chase but he had succeeded.

“ ow I’ll attend to on, Jersey bOY ” 1’0
murmured as he turne back. ‘ We’ll see
whose fingers will hang longest to the gold-
feathers with the diamond tipS.”

Felix took no car, but Walked fast.
jaunt had rested him.

If he had looked over his shoulder he would
have seen a man on his track. At last he did so,
when a thrill shot to his heart.

“ Good heavens! Hicks Kelly!” he exclaimed,
and plunged down the first alley he struck.

CHAPTER IX.
“BY THE BUTTON.”

HICKS KELLY was somewhat surprised to
have the boy thus escape him. At first.hc
thought of darting after him, but, considering
that Felix knew the alley better than he did, he
refrained and kept on but with a slightly in-
creased gait.

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Felix Fox was now reassured that the Printer
knew Where Silas Sharpe and his partnn‘ had
located and he was certain that when he wanted
the swindling pair he could find them. He only
feared that Hicks Kelly had recognized him,
and that he would tell Silas Sharpe that ho
(Felix) had dogged his steps from Mother Ca-
nary’s.

The boy kept down the alley to the next street
He had
shadowed Silas Sharpe to the new oflicc and had
seen and lost the Pointer, the one man who could
lead him to Rosa’s new uartcrs.

“ They‘re pullin’ togct ier yet, ain’t they?” he
said to himself. “ I could astonish Shar ‘e an’
Dodge b appearin’ suddenly to ’em, at I
sha’n’t. The next step is to find that Jersey
boy. N0 failiu‘e this time—no bringin’ up in a
cellar an’ an escape through an old sewer. Can
I hoodwink Mother Canary after my failure!
lVon’t she be on the lookout for Gutter Gid of
Mudball Alley, alias Felix Fox? Ah, you’re a
cute one, Mother Canary; but the only way to
find the country blossom is to enter your ras-
cally trap.”

Felix knew that the Mulberry street den was
open to certain parties all night. He was con—
iident that it was visited at all hours by thieves
who were admitted by a certain signal, know 11
only to those who had dealings with Mother
Canar as a receiver of stolen property.

“ 1’] work on the jealous lay this time,” he
said. “ I must get into that trap again.”

It was ten oclock that night a hen Mother
Robin, the rival and cnem of Mother Canary.
received a visitor who di not look like Fehx
Fox, yet who was that young spotter.

He had an admirable black eye, painted to
perfection by a barber on the Bovvery, and re-
sembled a young thief whose last exploit had
been to fall into very Lad hands.

Mother Robin received the boy with a acious
smile when he told her that he was Du Dan,
and that he had a scheme to relieve other

Canary of a fine lot of silks which had lately
been taken to her house, if he could just get be-
yond the door.

“I don’t deal with that old luffer,” said the
boy. “I never took her an 'thing an’ I never
will. My agent, Captain illy, went up the
flame last Week an’ I am oin’ ter fetch my re-
sults to you, Mother R0 in. My scthie’s a
dandy, I tell yer—a rcg’lar screamcr, an’ if
can catch on to the password to Mother Ca-
nary’s house I’ll bring here silks that’d throw
the Queen of Sheba into fits.”

Mother Robin put the be ' through a siege of
sharp questionings which 0 stood in an ad-
mirable manner, and she concludtd that he was
Duff Dan, and that his scheme to plunder her
riva , Mother Canary, was indeed a brilliant
one.

“ I know her password. She thinks she keeps
secrets from no,” said Mother Robin, “but
don’t I know who goes to her shanty an’ what
they take there? She may fool the cops and dc-
tcetives, but not once does she pull anything
opaque over my pccpcrs. See here, Dufi'y Dan.
I make no bargain with you, but if 'cu get
your fingers on the swag, you know w 0 your
friends are.”

“You can bet your fragrant life, Mother
Robin,” said the boy, with an adroit wink in
the right place. “I’m not too old to forget
disinterested friendship. When I do, just throw
me from the pier with ten crowhars tied along
my back.”

“ You’ll do!” laughed Mother Robin.

“ You go to the 001‘ an’ b ’ feeling along the
'amb at your right you’ll find a little button.

t can’t be found at daylight, for it isn’t there.
Havin’ found it, Dufi‘v Dan, you press it right
sharply five times. Thct’s the rap that opens
Mother Canary’s door at night to her friends,
an’ to mine too, eh?”

“ Ay, to yours, too,” said Felix. “I owe you
a thousand thanks. This is straight goods, full
width an’ warranted not to fade?”

“When did Mother Robin fail a friend?”

“ Never that I’ve ever heard of.”

“ And it will be ‘ never’ always!”

“ The door always opens to the five signals?”

“It never fails. It opens whether Mother
Canary is at the door, or out in the street.”

“ Good 1” ,

FCMFox did not tarry long after he had ob-
tained this piece of choice information. He
was let into the street with the parting injunc—
tion of Mother Robin to be careful, and ofl’ he
went for another adventure in one of the most
dangerous houses in New York.

Four squares intervened between the homes
of the rivals in secret crime, and Felix consider-
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Canary’s. He had no Hicks Kelly at his back
now, for more than once he looked back and
scrutinized these behind him.

With steady step and doubly nerved, he halt-
ed at the Well-known door, and ran his hand
along the jamb until it touched the secret but-
ton which he had been told was not to be seen
or touched durin r the day. 'With his finger on
the button Felix (’Sll-fltt d a minute. He knew
not what the touching of it would b‘ing forth,
what peril it would introduce him to, nor into
what kind of trap it would throw him.

“ Han r it all! here goes, hit or miss!” ejacu-
lated the oy Spotter and he quickly prcswd the
button five times.

At the last ressure tho door Opened without
a step in the 11, and Felix glided inside. He
found himself in the same dimly—lighted ball
into which he had been once dragged by Mother
Canary, but this time the figure of that woman
did not loom up before him; he was alone in the
place.

A strange feeling crept over Felix and settled
into his heart for a moment.

“I’m in the trap once more, but this time I
don’t feel your fingers about my bones, Mother
Canar ,” he exc aimed. “ The door, I see,
opens y unseen machinery operated by touchin‘
the button five times. I don’t know how to get
out but I’ll see to that when I want to get out."

Felix heard no noise, and for several minutes
he stood in the darkest spot in the corridor and
watched and listened. narrow stairway led
up to the second floor, and the boy put his foot
on the ghostly steps.

“that’s my share to he?" suddenly asked a
voice, so familiar in intonation that Felix
s and immediately hugged the shadows of
thenlower steps and crowded himself against the
wa .

“ Mother Canary! the old witch herself!”

escapved his lips.
“ 'hat’s always been your share?” was the rc-
ply. “ Enough to keep you from poverty’s door,

ch, Mother dear?”

“ Yes. You always play fair, Darius. I don’t
mistrust you; but your partner—ah! he’s no
scaled eel. ’

“ Silas, ch? By J ove! that’s complimentary,”
was the laughing rejoinder. f‘ He came back to
the office with a string of choice oaths and the
marks of fingers at his throat. The pigeon has
talons.”

“ Talons?—clawsl” said the woman, who, with
the man, stood between the motionless boy and
the door. “ If it had not been for my brandy,
Darius, he’d not be a member 0’ tie firm o’
.Sharpe an’ Dodge to-da . He wanted to go
straight to the )igeon an knife him, but I an’
Hicks said ‘No. Hicks has found the counter-
feit heir. Ah! he’s told nu?”

“I know all about it, Iother,” said the man,
who was Darius Dodge. “ The boy is ashrewd
one, an’ under our eyes, an’ in the pigeon’s
feathers, will play his mic to ierfection. I
think you may go on now. The s are will not
cause you to regret it. Mother dear. You have
my word for that.” '

“Will it be a thousand?" asked the woman,
anxiously.

“ More than twice that ” was the anSWer.
"‘ You ma. ' go on, I say. oby wants his new
clothes. on must not forget that a bad prison-
or has already escaped—but through no fault of

cum, Mother Canary. But we’ve outwitted

im. Ha ha! we’re not on the Bowery any
longer. Attend to the boy. Hicks will send for
the suit to—morrow.”

“I’ll do it, Darius. Won‘t you put another
five hundred to what you’ve promised?”

“ 1 will.”

“ Oh, you’re a good one,” laughed the woman.
“Tell the Pointer to come tomorrow; they’ll be
read for him.”

“ o it well.”

“When did Mother Canary ever disappoint
her friends?” _ “ ”

Darius Dodge sald novel} as he thought
eminently proper under the Circumstances, and
was let out, the door closmg behind him with a
Very peculiar sound which told Felix that it had
shut with a spring leek.

Mother Canary turned to the door at. the left
side of the hall, opened it and looked into the
room where the Boy Spotter had been un-
masked on a, certain occasion Well known to our
readers.

“Here, Dandylion,” called the woman, to
some one in the room. “Who came in awhile
ago? What! are ye asieepa ’in! Y0 heerd the
door; it admitted somebody y the button. I’ll
jerk 9:11 Yer bones together, I will.” _

Felix saw Mother Canary spring into the
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ging after her a little girl of fourteen who look-
ed as if she fully expected the tigress to carry
out her threat.

“ It’s yer duty to hear when you’re put on
guard,” growled Mother Canary, as she held the
girl clear of the floor and administered a blow
that seemed to break horcheek. “ I’ll show you
how to watch. One 0’ the boys came in, for he
opened the door by the button, but it’s your duty
to know who comes.”

The blood of the Boy Spotter boiled in his
veins. IIo achcd to wrench Daiidylion from
the grip of the merciless hag of the trap; but
his own peril forced him to keep down.

After several cull‘s Mother Canary opened the
room door again, and flung the hallf-unconscious
girl across the threshold then turned back with
a brutal laugh.

“I‘ll dispense with her services one 0’ these
days an’ I’ll not put the city to any expense,
either,” shoeiaculatcd, witha lai gh. ‘ Twenty-
five hundred! Promised by Darius Dodge him-
self—tho best of the two! I’ll do my iart,
Darius. “'heii Hicks calls to-morrow I‘ll iaVo
a bundle for him. I’d like to know what the
firm will make out 0’ this game, but that’s none
0’ my business. I’ve got a part to play. I ask
no questions. To Work! Hicks might come to—
night.

Iiiothcr Canary went to the end of the hall
and unlocked a door through which she disap-
peared, leaving it slightly ajar.

Felix Fox who saw this movement slipped oil?
his shoes without noise, and glided down the
corridor.

“ Inn gettin’ there!” he murmured.

CHAPTER X.
A VERY enosn SHAVE.

“'IIEN' the Boy S iottcr reached the door he
found that Mother anary had disappeared, and
he stood for a little while amid darkness under
the stairway.

All at once he heard a door 0 on ahead, and
he knew that the proprietrcss o the trap was
still moving forward.

“I’m here to follow her, so here goes,” mur-
mured Felix.

Three strides in his stockinged feet brought
him to a door which was shut but not locked,
and to his joy it opened without noise. The
first foot that he put forward touched a step,
and a moment later he was descending, appar-
ently into a cellar.

Mother Canary could not be far ahead, and
he was advancing upon her when he heard the
snap of a match and saw a little flame ahead.
He drew back instantly and eyed the tigress.

He saw the figure of Mother Canary in a
stooping posture, but for a moment only, for the
match went out, and he was again enveloped
by darkness.

“ When Hicks comes he shall have the bundle.
I’ve promised Darius that,” said the woman,
speakin aloud to lici'St‘lf.

Feliineld his breath; the match had showed
him that Mother Canary was at the end of a
little corridor, and he wondered what was to
hagipen next. _

‘uddenly a slight noise fell 11 n the b0 ’3
ears, and then a whiff of damp air assailed is
nostrils.

A door had opened .ahcad of Mother Canary '
Felix knew this as surely as if. he had opened
it himself. That door was one of the woman’s
secrets.

Once more he went forward. and glided
through an o wing just in the nick of time, for
the ans-rem oor, shutting iioiselessly, almost
can ht him.

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, but no difference,”
flashed across the he ’s iind. “Ila! there goes
your match a ain, BIother Canary.”

Felix shrun { mechanically from the light, and
watched the Woman draw a wax-candle from
her bosom and 1i rht it. He saw her hold it
above her head ant gaze about the place she had
entered—8 (111ml), underground a )ai'tment, with
smooth wallb‘. 111 which Felix could see no traces
of the door by Which ho had entered.

Of course the adventurous boy hugged' the
Wall, and kept 111 the Shadow of Mother Canary’s
portly frame. He saw the little candle blaze up
suddenly, and then heard an exclamation of
discovery drop from the woman’s lips.

In one corner of the cellar was a cot made 0f
blanketsi and upon it Felix saw the outlines of a
boy somewhat larger than himself, and appar-
ently fast aslce .

“That’s the gerscy pigeon. I’ve got to him
at last!” he ejaculated.

Mother Canary started toward the occupant
tfif the blanket and held the light close to his

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“I don’t see much in this country blossom,
but maybe Darius an’ Silas do,” she said.
“ They call him a bird with gold l'cathers——-tl.o
heir to some big fortune across the mud, an’
they’ve got a boy who’s to play heir in his place.
It’s a. pretty game—a right down cute thought,
an’ there’s thousands in it, too. Ah! there’s
where the beauty comes in!” And she lau rhed
so fiendishly over the rascals’ victim that elix
with ditiiculty restrained himself from flying at
the tigress of the cage.

“Just try to harm that Jcrscy yokcl an’ I’ll
show you a gamo that inay be as beautiful as
the sharpers’l” hissed the Boy Spotter in the
shadow of the woman’s form. “Hicks Kelly
shall not get his clothes without my consent.
(to to work, Motlicr Canary, I want to see how
far you intend to carry this scheme.”

“holl unconscious of the presence of the
fortune- nintcrs’ tool, Omri ()tway slept soundly
in the light of Mother (‘anai‘y’s little candle.
llis imprisonment had Wcukcncd and discour-
aged him. Nature had asserted her rights at
last, and his slcc ) was too (let: to be disturbed
by thesoft trend of the fiend) who had come
down upon him.

“\Vhat’s tho use of naitin’?” suddenly said
Mother (‘anary placing the candle in the same
crevice used by Silas Sharpe when he visited
the Jersey boy. “I've got no scru JICS when I
know What must be done. Now, 1’] pluck you,
my Jersey pigeon, an’ Toby will strut in your
feathers for the benefit of Us all.”

The attitude of the woman drove Felix Fox
forward. He saw her bi r hands open and shut
as if with madness, and s 1c lmclt. at Omri’s side
and lured like a. tigrcss into 1 :s lace.

“ ‘he’s goin’ to strangle him!“ exclaimed the
Boy Spotter. “ My God! she shall do nothin’ of
the kind.”

In another second the fingers of the Mulbcrr
street dcmoness Would have clutched the boys
throat if Felix Fox had not hurled himself upon

or.

“I‘m here yet, my thief-queen!” exclaimed
Felix. “You don’t pluck the Jersey :igcon
while I’m in this vicinity! You havui t iIorgot-
u'n Gutter Gid of Mudball Allc , have yet”

Mother Canary rose with (Ii iculty under the
Weight of the boy who gave Omri a shove with
his oot to rouse him.

Acry hardly more than half-human walled
from her throat when she saw her young assail-
ant in the light of the candle.

“ Shake me oll’ if you can!” cried Felix with a
laugh. “I stick closer than a brother whcn I’m
in the stickiii’ humor. You warn’t lookin’ for
me back, mother? After this when you catch
a weasel in your trap, keep him away from
sewer pipes.”

Mother Canary grated her teeth till Felix
heard them crack.

By this time Uinri Otway had sprung to his
feet, and was gazin in a half bewildertxi
manner at the startling spectacle before him.
He saw Mother Canar trying to shake the
boy off, and instinct to (1 him that the youth
must be his friend. If he was Mother Canary’s
enemy, he could not be otherwise.

But the whole thing seemed little more than
half real to the astonished boy. He bad search-
ed his prison, and had found no door, and he
could not believe that the woman and the boy
had entered it together.

“I know you!” cried the woman. “You
camp here with a lie before an’ tried totrap
me.

“An’ I would have done it if the Pointer
hadn‘t put in,” replied Felix. “Thanks to the
old sewer, I am here again!”

Mother Canary’s retort was a cry of ra 9.
She tried her best to shake the Boy.V Spot 1'
loose. All at once 0n.ri Otway eaped to
Felix’s assistance, and the two boys soon proved
too much for the Woman, although she fought
with the fury of a lioness, and did not yield un-
til she had been forced roughly against the cellar
wall. and choked by two air of hands.

“' That’s business!” sai Felix rising and con-
fronting iho J crscy boy. “ If Hicks Kelly comes
to—night he’ll go back to Toby without your
clothes.”

0 “What do you mean?” asked the astonished
mri.

“ They’ve got your chl‘in’ apparel parceled
out—that‘s all,” was'thc reply. ‘ If you didn’t
drop into the prettiest trap ever set in this
cit , shoot me for an alderman!” continued
Fe ix with a laugh. “ “'hat’s your name?”

“ Omri Otway."

“Well, Mr. OtWIlV, you’ve tumbled among
thieves. I’m here to help you out—”

“Thank You!” tried the Jersey Pigeon grate-
fully. “When Silas Sharpe left me I realized

 

  

   

  

 

 

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that I had fallen among bad people. That
woman yonder is their friend.”

“Their full-fledged vulture,” said Felix with
a glance at Mother Canary lying at the foot of
the wall, her rounded face showing the effects of
the terrible and well merited choking she had
received. “ I was in this (ion last night, but
that Woman got the best of me. New I guess
Felix Fox is on top. We must get but 0’ here as
soon as possible. Hicks Kelly may come to-
night.”

“ I don’t know him,” said Omri.

“ An’ you don’t want to,” smiled Felix. “Oh,
it’s a dandy scheme, but I can’t tell you now.”

“ I‘ll do whatever you want me to,” was the
reply. “Omri ()tway is at 'our service; he is
willing to do anything. If t is is New York, I
he )e I may never see it again.”

‘he boys took the candle from the crevice in
the wall, and began to search for the mysteri—
ous door. After a lengthy hunt the were
guided to it by fresh footprints in t ie soft
ground of the cellar, and the light revealed an
iron button in the ceiling, which could be reach-
ed by one standing on the ground.

“There is more than one button attached to
this trap,” observed Felix, glancing at his com—
panion as the hidden door opened, revealing a
dark passageway ahead. “ I think one o’ them
will get the cops into Mot her Canary’s house be-
fore long. Come, Umri; we make a break for
the street.”

Fortune seemed to faVor the boys till they
reached the front door in the hall. There they
met a barrier that threatened to keep them in—
mates of the den.

“ I’ll see what Dandylion can do for us,” sud-
denly exclaimed Felix, and he darted inio a
room to the left of the hall.

The next minute he rcappeared accompanied
by a frowsy girl. the same child Mother Canary
had beaten in his presence a short time before.

She stared at the two boys, turned pale, and
started back as if to fl y.

“No ruiiiiin’ here, Dandylion,” said the Boy
Spotter, sternly. “You must let us out. Your
duty is to attend to this door; you know how to
work the bottom from the inside. Quick!”

“ Mother Canary will kill me.”

“You don’t have to stay here to afford her
that pleasure,” said Felix. “ You can go to
liberty by this door like we expect to. Besides,
the time’s couiin’ when I want you. I’ll get you
a place, Dandylion, where all the Mother Cana-
rys in New York can‘t find you.”

“ Will you, really?” cried the girl.

“Try me, an’ see. Now let us out.”

The following moment the girl jerked a cord
hanging alongside the door, and it opened at
once. All three bounded into the street.

“ Out of the worst trap in New York!” ejacu-
lated Felix, whecling u )OII Omri Otway.
“ Don’t think, sir, that the iattle is over. Be-
fore tomorrow night you’ll have three of the
worst scoundrels in this country at your heels.
You must not go back to Greenblade; you
wouldn’t be safe ten hours there. When men
like Sha e, Dod e and the Pointer strike for a
fortune, t ey wil do anything.”

“ Yes. But my papers—the proofs of my heir-
shi !”

‘PThey are in the hands of the conspirators.”

“ Good heavens!” cried the country boy des-
pairingly.

“ Don’t ive it up. I’m goin’ to fight it through
for on. ’m not much perhaps—only Felix Fox,
a ew York be ; but if I don’t make the three
money aces Wis they’d never heard 0’ Omri Ot-
way 0’ Greenblade, bake me for a terrapin!”

Omri looked down into the Boy Spotter’s eyes
and seized his hand.

“ I’ll give you half the fortune for your work!”
he cried.

“I sha’n’t touch a dollar of it!” exclaimed
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CHAPTER XI.
SPREADING THE NET AGAIN.

IF ever a man swore roundly over a piece of
disappointing news that man was Hicks Kelly
or the Pointer, when he went to Mother Can-
ar ’9 that night a little ahead of time for a cer-
tain package which Darius Dodge had told him
would contain the clothes of Omri Otway.

He found the 1101153 in an uproar, for the tig-
ress of the den had managed to escape from the
secret cellar, but was still sufferin from the
well deserved choking administered y the two

he s.

What! Omri OtWav out of their clutches-—
liberated by Felix ox? The announcement
struck Hicks Kelly likea thunderbolt from a
clear sky. He chafed madly while Mother Can-
ary, fill'mg a stout arm—chair, told the terrible

 

Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter.

story between gas s, and he swore an oath strong
enough almost to ring the ceiling down that the
holy: should be hunted to doom.

other Canary was much disturbed by the
fact that the Boy S tter had found his way into
her establishment )y the secret button in the
door~frame. She was safe no longer; the means
of ingress intended for thieves only had been
discovered by a friend of detectives and police,
and she would have to shift her quarters much

to the detriment of the flourishing business she ‘

had established in Mulberry street. She was
disconsolate and inaragc. “'ouldn’t she like
to have her fingers at Felix Fox’s threat for just
one minute? He would never give her away,
and she would see that Omri ()tway lost the best
friend he had in New York.

If she had dreamed that Mother Robin, her
rival, had given Felix the secret of the button, it
is highly probable that there Would have been a
live] scene between the two thieving Amazons
of 1V ulberry street yet that night.

Hicks helly had no heart to listen to the
woman’s story, and her wails and threats of
vengeance. The famous finder of missing men
saw that the gold pigcon had flown, and he took
occasion to reassure Mother Canary for the for-
tieth time, and qluictly but hastily withdrew.

“If you find )andylion, choke her for me!”
Were the woman’s iarting words. “ If you see
her on the_ pier kick her into the river. She
went off Wit 1 the tWo boys. I could wring hcr
heart, I will if I ever lay my claWs on her
again!”

Hicks Kelly did not sto until he reached the
third floor of a certain lhrge and respectable
looking building, and had burst in upon two men
who were enjoying a bottle of wine and some
cigars.

“ Just in time, Hicks!" called out one of the
men who was Silas Sharpe. “The pigeon’s
feathers will be ready for Toby by to-morrow.
I’ve engaged passage in the Arcadia. Aha! it
takes us to carry out a big scheme!”

Hicks Kelly did not s1 leak until he had reach-
ed the table and stood betwccn the two raScals,
and looked down into their upturned, wine-
llushcd faces.

“ The bird’s in the bush again,” he said
cooll .

“ I hat!” cried the two men at once, and Sharpe
and Dodge left their chairs as if a shellhad burst
under each.

“I ought to know,” continued the Pointer.
“I’ve just come from Mothcr (Ianary’s. The
bundle I cht after walked off on the Jersey
pigeon’s back.”

‘ Great heavens! Don’t play with us Hicks.”

“W'hen did I joke on a matter of this kind?”
said the private detective. flushing angrily.
“Gentlemen, you’ve got nothin’ to play for the
English fortune with but a lot of )apers. The
heir is at large. He got away roin Mother
Canary, and that you know is a very uncommon
occurrence.”

“Who helped him away?” asked Darius
Dodge.

“ elix Fox, the Boy Spotter.”

The two scoundrels swore in concert.

“He played it well, anyhow; it’s another
feather in his cap, if I do say it myself,” con-
tinued Hicks Kelly. “ He got a. hold of the but-
ton arrangement and got into the house while
Dandylion, who was on guard, was sleepin’ in
the left-hand room. He must have seen on and
Mother Canary in the hall, Dodge, for s 0 went
from the door after lettin’ you out to attend to
the Jersey blossom, and he followod her.”

Shar and Dodge looked too astonished to
talk; t ey could only glance from the Pointer
to one another in utter amazement.

“Well?” said Silas Sharpe, at last. “Well,

what’s your plan, Hicks? I’m all unstrung. It v

knocks all the props from under me an’ lets me
down flat.”

“ You’d better try another glass first.”

As Hicks Kelly dropped into a chair between
the two men, Silas Sharpe poured out a glass of
the sharp wine and downed it at a gulp. Then
he turned to the Pointer and exclaimed:

“ You hunt missin’ men, Hicks; we want you
to find the Jersey pigeon for us.”

Hicks Kelly glanced at a strong, old-fashioned
desk in one corner of the room.

“ Oh, the papers are safe,” said Sharpe, in-
tercepting the look. “We burned the boy’s
carpet-sack. ”

“ You did? That’s bad. How is Toby to
play 29mm Otway without the old-fashioned lug-

a e

“ I know a store on the Bowerv where there
are two hundred just like it. here were no
rivate marks about the antiquated thing:it
ooked like the one Cain took with him to the

 

Land 0’ Nod. They’s plenty like it in the city,
Hicks.”

“ All right, then. I’ll take your judgment
for it, Silas. What do I propose? To cage the
pair again!” .

“ Of course !—certainly. You know the young
fox’s haunts?”

“I on ht to,” was the rejoinder.

D “ But he’ll change ’cm now,” put in Darius
odtrc.

“ Hicks ’11 attend to that, ch, my boy i” laugh—
ed Silas.

“ Try me, gentlemen,” said the finder of miss-
ing men.

“ Now,” he continued, aftera moment’s )ause,
“ I’d like to glance overthcm documents. want
to get a grip on a few things for Toby’s benefit,
an’ for our own as well.”

“ Get ’em, Silas,” said Dodge.

Silas Sharpe went to the desk in the corner,
took out a pocket, and came back to the table.

“ My heart jumped into my throatthcniomcnt
I set eyes on t icso papers,”‘he said to the
I’ointcr. “ You see, when we advertised for the
Morley heirs we had no idea of ever runnin’
across any; still we thought we’d try Jersey,
anyhow, because it was said that years ago one
of the heirs was sccn at Monmouth. “'ell,
when Omri Otivay’s first letter came an’ told us
about a lot of old papers he had found in a trunk
in the garrct of the farm-house \\ ith thc name 0’
Morley Scattered through ‘cm, I told Darius
thar that we had found the golden pigeon at
last. An’ when the gawky boy came an’ emptied
the documents before us, I Wouldn’t have trwh—d
m ' fee,” the man laughed—“ for the President’s
sa ar .”

While Silas Sharpe talked he took the papers
from the heavy envelope that held them and
Hicks Kelly fell to examining the lot.

The private detective saw them now for the
first time, and if he had had doubts of their
gcnuinencss, they quickly vanished.

“ It’s bigger than I thought,” he said to him-
self. “I can make Toby play this missin’ heir
to perfection, for Toby’s a caution on the imi-
tate. No wonder you want to get your fingers
on this lay~out. Icssrs. Sharpe an’ Dodge.
Thar’s a cool half a million in it.”

Hicks Kelly went through the old papers, one
of which was a will and another an attestcd
pedigree—all of which had bcen executed in
England ycnrs prior to the date of our story.
And Omri Otway was doubtless the only livmg
representative of the Morley family.

‘W'hat (1’ you think. Hicks?” asked Sharpe,
when the detective dropped the last paper.

“ It’s thar," said Hell with a grin.

“ But it’s hard to get at without Omri Otway,
or somcbmly like [1 im.”

“ Rather diflicult.”

“ We must f all back on Toby of yours.”

‘ ‘W hen we’ve made certain of the Jersey
pigeon. The next time Mother Canary will not

oss the job.”

“Hang the bag!” grated Darius Dodge. “I
ho e the police will get their hands on her.
When I see her again, won’t I flush the bird.”

“You’d better not, Mr. Dodge,” said Hicks
Kelly, laying his hand on the plotter’s shoulder.
“ You an’ your pardner here are in her clutches.
What if she should peach for revenge? It
wouldn’t be Blackwell’s Island; it might be even
worse than Sing Sing.” :

Under the eyes of the Pointer the faces of the
two men assumed a deathly pallor.

“ Have on ever known Mother Canary to
peach, Hicks?” almost gasped Silas Sharpe.

“ N 0, but you mustn’t go up] an’ abuse her for
lettin’ the Jersey bird out 0’ t e cage. It won’t
(la, gentlemen. Put the papers back in the
desk, Mr. Sharpe. I never fail to find missin’
people, you know. I’m goin’ to visit one now,
ia ha!‘

He went to the door, unlocked it, and before
the two money—sharks could question him fur-
ther he had passed from the room.

“ What do you think of him?” said Silas
Shar e, nodding toward the door. , _

“ I e’s a cool one,” was the answer. “He IS
right, Silas. We are in the hands of Mother
Canary: but, shawl we’ve been there for
years. To peac on us would be to send herself
to Sing Sing for a long term. She’ll never do
that. But I’m goin’ to see her.”

“ To-night?”

“ To—night for the second time, y0u_know.”

‘ Let me go, Darius. You go off like powder
sometimes.”

“ Very well; you can go.”

When Silas S rpe laced the important pa—
pers back into the des , he took something out
and put it into his hip pocket. It glittered for"
a. moment in the gaslight and then v ' ' .

 

   

    

Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter.

 

 

“She shall never peach on this specimen of
humanity," growled Silas, under his breath.
“I’ve reached success before over her betters.
Mother Canary shall never open the doors of
Sin Sing for Silas Sharpe.”

. 9 left the room, bidding his partner good-
fight, and Darius Dodge locked the door after

in.

“ It’s coming to the crisis,” muttered this iii-
dividual. “ The next fort —eight hours will de-
termine whose gold rame t is is.”

Meantime, Hicks elly was walking rapidly
away from the building occupied by the con-
spirators.

He turned several corners before he sto pod,
and at last let himself into a small frame iiouse
with a mi ht key. Going up-stairs, he unlocked
another ( oor, and entered a room which was
occupied by a beautiful young sewing girl at a
table.

She turned at his step. It was Rosa. Reed.

“ I want you to write a letter for he,” said
the Pointer, taking a seat beside the girl. “ An’
something after this fashion:

” ‘ DEAR FELIX:—I want you to come, to me (1/ 017(‘f.
I need your assistance. I am at No. —— (‘aual street.

“ But I can’t write that!” interrupted the girl.
“ It is a tra
“ You shall!” flashed the IN )inter.

CHAPTER XII.
RUNNING THE l’()lN’l‘ER DOWN.

“ \VHAT do you think of it, ()mri!
take you in, boots an’ all, Wouldn’t it?”

Felix Fox spoke thus to the boy from Green-
blade two days after the occurrences narrated
in the chapter just closed. His eyes wandered
as he spoke to a letter written with a pencil on
plain white paper.

“I don’t know but I think it would,” said
Omri, looking at *elix who stood near. " I think
I would go to Rosa’s assistance.”

“Of course you would,” smiled the Boy Spot—
ter. “You don‘t know New York, (111’ you’re
not familiar with the tricks 0’ fellows like Hicks
Kelly; that’s why you would gulp that letter
down an’ make a ten-strike for Rosa. But, lion-
estly, Omri, that letter is a cool devil’s trap, set
with a hair trigger an’ intended for yours truly,
Felix Fox.”

“Didn’t Rosa write it?” exclaimed the country
boy, astonished.

“That’s just what she did.
all the same.”

“Set by the girl .3”

“Heavens! no,” cried Felix. “Rosa. Wrote
that letter, but she wasn’t alone when she did
it. There’s where the trap is. She isn’t at the
house mentioned on that paper; she may be tWo
miles from it, Look at it closely, aii’ ‘ou’ll
see something. The main body of that otter
was written on a smooth, hard surface, the top
of the girl’s sewing machine, quite likely, but
the number of the house was added afterward
with a blunter encil and witha rougher surface
for a desk. I hat does that telline,eh? That
Hicks Kelly didn’t know for certain What house
would suit him best for the trap. He’s found
out since, so he added the number himself.”

“ You must have dreamed that out,” said the
innocent Jersey boy.

“ N0: reason, Omri!” laughed Felix. “IVO
don’t dream mysteries out in New York. N ow_,
in the next place, that letter got to me almost di-
rect from Hicks Kelly himself. It was put
into my hand an hour ago by a boy who is
known in this police district as Kerry the Kid
——a midget up to scores of disguises, an’ one
of the cutest young scam s in the city. But
he always. betrays himsel to me by a queer
squint which he isrnot able to control for any
length of tune. Vi hen he put the letter in my
hand he turned and ran off, but I run him
down an’ after I had convinced myself that
he was Kerry, I lot 111111 go. Now, Rosa
would send no letter to me by such a young
thief an’ Hicks Kelly Wouldn‘t let her see him.
The etter is written to deceive, isn’t it, Omri?
Read it out an’ let me get a new grip on the
Pointer’s latest piece of rascahtf”

The Jersey boy who had a good Voice, pro-
ceeded to read aloud the letter which had fallen
into Felix’s hand.

It ran as follows:

" Dun Fanrxz—l want you to come to me at once,
I need your assigning}, I am at Number— Canal
street. It is a lit! lo frame house at the mouth of an
allev. I am locked up in the first room to the right
at the head of the stair. II' will be away to-night
between nine and eleVen. For heaven‘s sake! as
you are my friend. do not disregard my appeal, but
come to my rescue. Iwrite this at intervals. and
will send it to you by a boy-hi3 supposed friend—
who says he saw you last night. Do not fail to come

It would

But it’s a trap

 

to me, Felix. I live in hope, for I know on are
cautious and brave. l’tosii.”

“ A cute trap but the trigger is bare!” laughed
Felix Fox. “It may be a double game, ()mri.
If I go to that place you may have visitors.
See?”

The eyes of the Jersey boy suddenly snapped;
he almost sprung from his chair.

“ \Vhoni do you mean t—Sharpe and Dodge?”
he asked.

“ Yes; the two biggest rascals among a hun-
dred thousand. It may be a double-jaw-tWo--
triggered trap, Omri. What Hicks Kelly does-
n’t know in trickery isn’t worth tindin’ out.
But, I’m goin’ to Number — Canal.”

ts Y()u?”

"Yours truly, Felix Fox,” laughed the Boy
Spotter.

“ Into the trap?”

“Not actually upon the trigger perhaps,”
was the rejoinder. “ In case you have visitors,
Omri, you must give them a pleasant recep-
tioil.

“ \Vhatl take them in?” asked the J erseyman,
amazed.

“Certainly. Under the paper on the bed
there are two revolvers. You have told me that
you know how to use them from frequent prac-
tice on the farm at. (.ireenblade. You may have
but one visitor, perhaps none at all. But there
the, weapons are, an’ it’s best to be ready, you
know. l’in oil' now.”

“ “'hen will you be back!” said Omri Otway,
following Felix to the door.

“ BY tWOch at the furthest. Keep eyes an’
ears open. The gold pigeon is in the bush, you
see; if he gets back into the hand again he may
lose all his feathers, ha, ha! So, beware!”

It was after eight o’clock at night when Felix
walked from the room, leaving Omri ()tway
alone and at liberty to inspect the two revoIVcrs
that had been left behind.

The young Jerseyan had placed himself
wholly under the commands of the daring boy
who had risked his life to get. him out of one of
the most infamous dens of New York—Mother
Canary’s. They were in good quarters on a
rather quiet street some distance from the M111—
berry street trap, and since the escape had kept
rather close, Felix being the only member of the
twain venturing out and then well disguised.

The letter which the reader no doubt believes
had been forced from llosa by the schenier
Hicks Kelly, had failed to hoodwiuk the boy
detective. He saw in it the handiwork of the
Pointer, and discovered by it that Rosa was in
his power.

“I'm not a very big fish, Hicks Kelly, but
I’m an old one,” laughed Felix. “This isn’t a
good season for gudgeons. They don’t take in
every bait that’s hung before them. The day
0’ reckonin’ isn’t far 911’ for three 0’ the greatest
rascals that curse this city, an’ Omri Otway is
to be their last victim too.”

Half an hour after leaving the Jersey boy, a
youth who did not look much like Felix Fox
sauntered down Canal street nearly opposite the
house designated in Rosa’s letter. He saw
everything and everybody, but he kept his eyes
on the house itself most of the time.

It was, as the letter said, a two-story frame,
and it stood at the mouth of an alley, with no
lamp-post very near. , '

“ I‘liat’s the trap Hicks Ixclly’s set for me,”
smiled the boy. ‘ At this very moment he is in
there, waitin for the gudgcon he expects.”

Felix crossed the street a little further down
and came back inst the building. Half a block
from it he wal {ed into a cigar store, and took
out a dirty card which he held to the light.

“ I’in lookin’ for my uncle what lives on this
street,” he said, looking up at the proprietor, a,
shrewd-looking little man. “ He lives nigh here,
at number —. Oho! I’ve passed it, I see. It
must be the frame house down at the alley.”

“That house is the number you mentioned,”
said the man; “but I don’t think you’ll find
your uncle there.”

“Do you know him?” .

“ No, sir; but that house is en‘pty. Its 13st
ocou mm was a widow Woman who moved out
(lay before yesterday, and I know that nobody’s
moved in since. .

“ That’s had." said Felix, admirably counter-
feiting disappointment. “ These city uncles are
slippery fellows, anyhow. Mine turns out to 1'0
a widow Woman! ha, ha. ha!
Widow Wasn’t married, eh?” I

The Cigar-dealer langhcd at Felix’s question.

f‘ She wouldn’t be a widow if she \VIIS,”110
said. rather seriously.

“That’s so,” laughed the boy, and out he
Went.

The next house to be Rttle frame was a

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dingy brick with an indented d« orwag', ind
which looked as if its people Were dead or Lad
gone to the seaside.

“Between nine an’ eleven,” Felix mutti n ‘.
quoting from Rosa’s letter. “ 1’“ to: t th:.‘.
matter.”

The doorway was in dense shadow, and ill'.‘
Boy Spotter, crowding into one corner, bocui..e
as unseen from the sidewalk as though he had
been in a cellar.

“ Now leave your trap, Hicks Kelly,” he said,
settling down for a watch. “ I’ve got tic
patience of a Job when I’m workiii’ up a case in
which I’m interested.”

The minutes resolved themselves into hours,
but Felix did not stir. The cigar-dealer shut up
his shop after dismis ing his last customer, and
went homo smoking one of his own cherootn.
The crowds on the sidewalks gradually dimir-
ished, until a pedestrian iii the vicinity was a
rarity.

“ It must begettin’ on toward eleven,” thought
Felix, who looked like a >.‘.:-.tue in ebony in the
doorway. He had no watch, and could only
guess at the time.

All at once he. heard a d. or open, and the next
momenta cab which he had no: iced )ilollimilct‘r
a short distance away rattled (if and approacbml
him. It sto )pcd in front of the little house at
the mouth of the alley.

“ They had a cab for me,” ejaculated Felix
with a chuckle. “ They Were goin’ to give nm a
free ride to—llcaven knows where! But inaylr
1‘” take it anyhow.”

He saw a man cross the sidewalk from the
house and open the door of the cab.

“All right!” hosaid to the driverns be shut
the door; the man spoke once to the horses and
away they went.

Felix was not to be bullied by work of tlii'~
kind. lie spi'un " from his post on tip—toe, and
adroitly swung Iiimsclf upon the cab from be-
hind where he clung and held his breath, while
he. was rattled over the streets at good speed.

He felt assured that the man on the inside “'11:-
Ilicks Kelly, who Would have given much to
have known that the boy who Was too shrewd
for his cunning was at thatmoment within arm's
reach.

“ You’re a cute one, Ilicksl” laughed Felix in
himself. “You wouldn’t liavometind 'cur new
haunt—not for the prize at the end of t iis game.
But I’m on the trail again, my dear fellow. Sing
Simr yawns for you, Ilicks.” '
' T '10. cab pursued its way through the streets of
New York for more than half an hour. Felix’s
position was cramping him; but he held on with
quiet determination, and was rewarded by being
carried to the sidewalk at last.

As there was no lamp near mid his body was
shielded by the broa d back of the vehicle, the Boy
Spotter kept his position, while the door opened
and the iassenger got out.

Hicks 'elly it n as, sure enough.

“ Tracked down i” said Felix, seeing the villain
walk toward a certain house with his latch-key
in his hand. “ l‘ll way my respects to your
quarters twmorrow, 1M r. Kelly.”

Away went the cab again, and Felix took oc-
casion to leave it at the first cross street, aft( 1'
which he sauiitcrcd back and took particular
notice of the house Ilicks Kelly had entered.

He did not doubt that it was Rosa‘s prison,
and he made up his mind to get the. girl out if
the private dct'ective’s clutches within the next
twenty—four hours. _

“ Now, I’ll go back to Omri with my luck.” he
said. “Thero’sa 'Oml ‘lt‘fll 0f grit in thct 1251’
country boy. If iehas had visitors tonight i
think he has taken care of them. As Mother
Canary’s is on my way back, I’ll take a peep at
the old date”

The oy S ottcr was not long in reaching the.
vicinity of t io Mulberry Stl't’t‘t trap, and he
eyed the place with a smile of triumph at tho
corners of his mouiiL

“I’m one o’ the few who came out from be.
tween the jaws o’ that steel-trap alive!” he ex-
claimed. “ I wonder if Mother (‘anary’s threat
is well yet. I’ve got, Dandyliou at my hand;
when I we at her evidence against that infamous ‘
woman I‘ll get it, an’ any jury will believe her
against Mother Canary an’ all her friends.”

Felix passed the'hous‘c. looked at the door,
and wondered whether the button was still in
its lace.

I he had entered, lie Would have been

as-
tounded. ‘

CHAPTER XIII.
FINGERS AT A TnaoA'r.
Tun truth of the matter was that at that mo~

 

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over the destinies of the Mulberry street trap,
was no longer its tenant.

The escape of the tWo boys from her clutches,
and Felix‘s knowledge of the workings of the
secret buttons, coupled to Daudylion’s going off,
had fright nod Mother Canary to other quar-
tors.

The old woman was afraid of the police, and
With Sing Sing staring her in the face, she
thought it wise to leave her old den before the
authorities could descend upon it and catch her
at home.

Mother Robin was elated when she learned
that her rival had fled, but she knew that Mother
Canary would turn up somewhere else in the
city, and in truth she did.

he Mulberry street “ fence” had no idea of
willliitting the scene of her infamous work, but
s e left her late place so quietly that when Mr.
Silas Shar )0 called to pay hcr a very important
visit, her ouse was found to be empty from
garret to cellar.

The money shark was disappointed.

“If she has fled the city, so much the better
for us,” he said, after a brief reflection. “ The
escape of the boys has scared her off. She was
afraid that they would lodge positive informa—
tion with the police, and bring them down upon
her when she wasn‘t looking for the raid.”

Silas went back to Dodge with his neWs, but
the hatchet—faced scoundrel was not satisfied.

“ We must find Mother Canary,” he said.
“‘ lVe’ve put ourselves into the hands of a Wom-
an who will commit any crime for money, an’
for revenge, to \Ve must put Hicks on her
track. It won’ do for us to lose sight of
Mother Canary now.”

It was not until the night that saw Felix Fox
track the Pointer to his haunts by means of the
decoy letter and the cab that either of the firm
found the old Woman.

This discovery was due to the keen eyes of
Silas Sharpe, who caught a glimpse of a certain
face at a certain window ona certain street,
a long distance from the old Mulberry street den.

It was luck, and the money shark stopped sud-
den] and uttered a cry of exultation.

“ 1‘ound at last!” he said. “Now, my friend,
I‘ll know whether you think of peachin’ on
Sharp an’ Dodge.”

Before he went to the house in which he had
discovered Mother Canary be repaired to a
second-hand clothing cstablis ment near and we
changed his suit for one unlike any he had ever
worn, clipped the long ends of his mustache, and
donned a full false beard which he took from his
pocket.

Thuse u' ped, he approached the house and
rung ttheil.

“ Let her give me cause for mistrustin’ her,
an’ b heaven“ I’ll give the coroner a job!” he
hisse , while he waited to have his ring an-
swered.

When the door was pulled open Silas Sharpe
sawa little girl, much like Dandylion in ap-
pearance, and he was asked what he wanted. _

“I want to see the lady up-stairs,"he said.
“The one who came here within the last tw0

da 8.”
He did not ask for Mother Canary, for he was

certain that with her change of quarters she had

Chan~ ed her name.
“ I’ l 0 an’ tell her,” said the girl.
“ N o,gI’ll go up if you will show me her room.

She must be lookin’ for me.”

The girl hesitated and looked at Silas Sharpe,
but he pushed his way to the stair.

“Which room is it, my child?” he asked.

“ The first door to the right. I hope she won’t
find fault with me for letting you go up.”

“ I’ll see to that.”

Silas Sharpe went up the steps with eagerness
and triumph in possession of his heart.

“ I’ll hold a sword over her head that’ll hang
bya hair,” he muttered, stopping at the first
door to the right on the floor above.

He knocked gently, and heard a somewhat
heavy ste in the room beyond. The next mo
ment the goor was opened and he walked in.

Sure enough he steed in the presence of
Mother Canary, but not the same woman in ap-
pearance who iad presided over the Mulberry
street cage. Her hair had been dyed a strong
red, which greatly altered her looks, and she
Eras more neatly dressed than he had ever seen

er.

She recoiled a. step, and gave utterance to a
startling exclamation when she saw that her
visitor was a man.

“ Pardon me,” said Silas Sharpe, trying to
change his voice as he had his clothes. “I am
huntin’ a friend of mine, who until a few days
ago lived on Mulberry street. My name is
Heuston—”

name oh?”

 

 

“ No! it is Silas Shar e. I know you,” was the
interruption. “That ward and those clothes
may deceive some people, but they can’t hood-
Wink me.”

“Very well,” answered Silas, going back to
his old voice. “ I have found you at last,
Mother Canary.”

“ Hush! not that name here. I left it on Mul-
berry street,” ericd the woman, clutching his
arm. “ I’ll never be Mother Canary any more.”

“tho, then?” asked Silas Sharpe, with a
smile.

“Mrs. Sophy Smith, widow.”

“ Ohol The escape of the kids changed your

“ es. I had to do something. The Boy
Spotter discovered the buttons; he saw the in—
terior of my house. I was safe no longer. I
had to do something, and that is why I’m here.
Where is the Jersey pigeon f”

“ Caught by this time, maybe. Hicks is play-
in’ a game that will get the kids back into our
clutches. It is ten o’clock now,” Silas glanced
at his watch, “ an’ Hicks promised to have Felix
Fox in his hands by this tune. lVe’ve not given
the fortune 11 yet, Mrs. Smith. By mornin’
we’ll have a ( oath-grip on it, an’ Toby will be
Omri Otway of Greenblade, an’ we’ll all be rich
when the Arcadia comes back from the island in
the sea.”

“ Darius promised me twenty-five hundred for
my work.”

“ But 'ou let the kids get awa '.”

A ilas of resentment lit up Biother Canary’s
0 es.

y“ Then I’m to have nothing?” she cried.

“Vv'c’ll pay you accordin’ to what you did,”
was the answer. “If the boys hadn’t got
awa , we’d be in better shape now than we are.”

“ knew nothing about the old sewer-pipe
through which that young Norway escaped. I
don’t know how he discovered the secret but«
tons, and I was obeying instructions when he
pounced upon me in the cellar. And you want
to go back on your word? I am satisfied, Silas
Sharpe. I’m not safe even here, and I know it.
I am liable to be hunted down by Felix Fox and
the detectives, and if I am, I tell you plainly
that Mother Canary will never go to Sing Sing
alone!”

The threat was not concealed. Silas Sharpe
understood it at once.

He fastened his eyes in a sudden manner on
the woman who had just spoken.

“You won’t, eh?” he said.

“ That’s what I’ve said. Shall I say it again ‘5”

“ I understand. You will not go to Sing Sing
alone if arrested? That means that you will try
to send us there!” 4

“Take it as you understand it. You’re no
fool, Silas Sharpe. I haven’t got many years
to live, and I hate the idea of being hunted from
pillar to post. I might as well spend the rest
of my days in a steady house, furnished by the
State, as to be cheated by men who don’t call a.
solemn romise anything worth looking after.”

Silas Sharpe threw a quick glance at the door
before he moved or replied. It was tightly
shut, and the gas in the chamber was not burn-
ing very brilliantly.

‘We stand no threats!” he said, laying his
hand on the woman who filled an arm-chair.
“You have already jeopardized our liberty by
lettin’ the kids get away. thy didn’t you {in-
ish Felix Fox the same night he fell into your
clutches? No! hang you! you had to put the
hour 011?. An’ now on threaten to peach on
me an’ my partner. he moment the police put
their hands on you, you are willing to get us
into trouble. You wake up a tiger when you
smooth my hair the Wrong way. You sha’n’t
have a dollar of the twenty-five hundred if——”

“Very well, Silas Sharpe. I’m dangerous,
sometimes.”

“ And so am I!”

The next instant the right hand of the money
shark flew at the woman’s throat and closed there
before she could prevent.

“The gates of Greenwood, not the doors of
Sing Sing, will open for you!” he hissed forcing
the woman back while she grew black in the
face and gasped. “You sha’n’t stand between
us an’ the feathers of the Jersey pigeon. Hea—
vens! Mother Canary; the lay-out’s too big to
desert because you threaten to turn State’s evi-
dence.” '

Mother Canary attempted to shrink, but she
could not. The grip at her throat took all
strength away as the merciless fingers tightened
there, her hands fell useless at her sides; she no
longer seemed to breathe.

Silas Sharpe did not relax his bold, but held.

the woman down in the chair for five minutes
more.

but when Felix

 

   

“ I’ll make sure that she doesn’t block orr
old game,” he growled. “ When you cross
.‘ilas Sharpe, Mother Canary. you drive r'l
scruples from him. Oh, I’m the ti er of the
Bowery, an’ I’ve played for high staxcs before
to—night. I guess that’ll do.”

He, took his hand from the blackened throat
of the queen of female “fences,” and looked at
his work. The gas burning in the room showed
him that it could not be completer.

“Peach on us now!” he laughed. “Open the
doors of Sing Sing to Sharpe an’ Dodge if you
can Mother Canary!”

l- e glided to the door, opened it and looked in-
to the hall. Nobody was in sight; then he turn-
ed the gas in the room very low, and went down
the stair.

The little girl who had admitted him let him
on '.

Once in the street he glanced up at the dark-
ened window, and chuckch triumphantly; then
he started off. '

He knew that they had nothing to fear from
Mother Canary now.

She was dead !

CHAPTER XIV.
NOT so GREEN, AFTER. ALL.

SILAS SHARPE exhibited no remorse for the
terrible crime he had committed, while he
walked coolly from the scene of it. Schooled in
villainy, as he had been, he was not the man to
feel the gnawings of conscience.

He went straight to the new quartch of
Sharpe and Dodge, eager to tell his partner that
Mother Canary would hold them under no
threat. If he looked back during the walk he
saw nobody at his heels, but a silent Nemesis
was on his track, and the vengeance of spilled
blood would not be long delayed.

When he reached his ( fllce he found it unten-
antcd and locked. Darius Dodge was not there,
and Silas threw himself into a chair to wait for
his partner’s return. While he sat there he
took out a cigar and seemed to enjoy it, even
after the infamous work of his hands.

An hour passed away, but Dodge did not
come.

“ Hang him! let him stay out!” suddenly cried
Silas, out of humor. “ The good news Will keep
—--I’m goin’ to take a mooze.”

There was an old sofa in one corner of the
office, and the rascal throw away his cigar,
turned the gas low, and threw himself down for
ana .

InIless than ten minutes he was asleep, and the
little room was still.

Meantime, Omri Otway had met with an ex-
citmg adventure. which followed hard upon
Felix Fox’s de )arture from him to watch the
house to which icks Kelly was trying to decoy
bill]! by the letter forced from Rosa, the sewing-
gn‘ .

We must recur to it. v

The Jersey boy did not expect any visitors,

ad gone he took the two revol-
vers from the bed and put them where they
were easier to get in case of need.

The oung spotter believed that Hicks Kell
would e likely to share his knowledge of their
new whereabouts to Silas Sharpe and Darius
Dodge, and he had a right to fear that during
his absence one, if not both, of the conspirators
would make a descent upon Omri.

Felix had not gone an hour when Omri heard
a light ste in the hall beyond the door. He
turned his head to listen and heard a low knock
several times re cared.

It was not elix; the he knew that, so he
stood up and listened with t 0 two weapons on
a table close by and COVCl‘td with a. piece of
newspaper.

After a brief interval the knocking was re-
peated and Omri stepped to the door.

“ \Vho is there?” he asked.

“A friend from Felix,” was the reply in a.
voice the boy did not recognize.

Omri started.

“ What’s your name?” he innocent] asked.

“ John Smith. This is the place. Telix sent
me with a private message.”

The country boy was taken in by the appar-
ent honest ' of the voice. There might be a. mes-
sage from *chx on the Outside. The Boy Spot-
for had gone to investigate some of Hicks
Kelly’s villainv, and he might have fallen into
bad hands. If Omri Otway had been familiar
with New York rascals, he might have hesitated
before he opened the door. The game hood!
winked him. . ‘

“I’ll let you in,” he said laying his hand on
the knob, “Here we are, Mr. Smit ,” and he
ushered a slim man with a short sandy
into the room.

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‘ ‘ Ah !
smile.

on are clchr,” said the visitor, with a
‘ Felix told me that I could depend on
Felix, your friend, has met with an acci-
dent.”

“ “'hat! Felix hurt?” exclaimed the young
Jerseyan.

“ It’s not serious, 1 ho )e——one o’ the many ac-
cidents we have in New ork. He was crossin’
the street, corner 0’ Grand an’ the Bowery when
he was knocked down by a passin’ cab. t was
the lubberly driver’s fault, blast his pictures!
He sent me to you Felix did. Of course he
wouldn’t trust every Ody,”

“I know he would not,” said Omri. “Is be
much hurt?”

“Not serious, the doctors say. Of course a
man can’t be knocked over by a cab an’ escape
injury altogether. He has a bad bruise about
the head, but no broken bones, I think, though I
left before the doctors made their full report.”

“ Where is he?”

“ Over a drug store on Grand. He wants to
see you, says he’s made a discovery 0’ some kind
which he wishes to communicate. Do you know
Where Grand an’ the Bowery meet?”

U N0 H

“Then, if on will let me show you I will
take you to elix.”
“I 11 go with ou,” said Omri, starting to-

ward his hat. “ hall we walk §”

“ No; we’ll take a cab. I thought you’d like
to get to him as soon as possible, so I fetched a
cab along. Felix said—t0 nie only—not to let
you walk if I could help it. I suppose you know
why.”

“ Yes, yes,” said Omri. “Felix has his sen-
ses about him; that proves it.”

The eyes of the man fairly glittered as the
hoodwinked country boy donned his hat. He
walked to the door as if he had heard a noise
in the hall, and Omri snatched up one of the
revolvers and thrust it into his pocket. They
went down—stairs together and out upon the
street. _

Mr. John Smith whistled to a man on the
box of a. cab near by and the vehicle came up.

Omri sprung in and took a seat, and the
man followed taking one also, With his face
turned toward the boy. .

“To the place I told you,” said Mr. Smith
to the driver.

“ What does that mean?” flashed through the
young Jerseyman’s brain. “ Why doesn’t he
gig? orders to be driven to the place where Felix

ls
' The cab had moved forward and the horses
had struck a brisk ait. Lamp-post after lamp-
post flew by, an whenever the cab flitted
through a streak of light, Omri saw that Mr.
Smith s eyes had an unnatural glitter.

“ Where have I seen those eyes before? surely
not in Greenblade,” murmured the boy, watch-
ing them intentl . “ I’ve seen them somewhere
since I came tollew York, and I’ve only seen
two villains since I landed—Silas Sharpe and
Darius Dodge. That man watches me too close
to be only a messenger from Felix. Can it be
that I have stumbled into another trap?”

This question sent a. thrill to the boy’s heart.
He had had a terrible ex rience in one trap,
and he did not want to fa! into another.

“Ain’t we almost there?” he ventured to ask
the man at last.

“ VVe’re gettir.’ close,” was the reply.

Still on, on went the cab, and the man in the
seat opposite the boy kept eying him likea
hawk.

Each square now added to Omri Otway’s
fears. He had 110 k owledge of the streets of
New York; but he e am not believe that the
corner of Grand street and the Bowery was
more than a mile from Felix’s new retreat, and
the cab had certainly gone three.

“It is true! I’m In a snare,” exclaimed the
boy, at last. “John Smith is not Silas Sharpe;
he is not big enough f0? that scoundrel. {6
must be the other one—Darius Dodge. I re-
member that he had no beard, but men can get
false beards in a city llko thlS. That man has
Darius Dodge’s eyes. Heaven! why did I not
think of that before?” _

Just at that moment the vehicle passed into
. the brilliant light of an electric lamp, and Omri
saw‘ his fears confirmed.

A revelation seemed to have been made in the
space of a second. .

T man on the seat before him was Darius
Dodge! There was no doubt of it now.

The next minute Omri’s hand glided unper—
ceived into his pocket.

“ I’ve géit to make a. fight for it, I see," he said
to himse . “The story about Felix’s knOck-

down is a lie—a. part of a scheme to get me into
he men who want my fortune.

the clutches of

Felix Fox, the Boy Spotter.

 

 

I will show this rascal that he‘s caught a craw-
iish by one of his pincers.”

Omri Otway drew his hand from his pocket
as he rounded the last sentence, and a moment
later “ John Smith” almost started from his
seat as he was confronted by a revolver that
nearly touched his face!

“ Sit still and look straight at me Darius
Dodge!” commanded the boy, who held the re-
volver with a Wonderfully-steady hand. “ I
was a fool for not seeing into your game in the
first place but I’ll make amends for it now. No
talking—that’s not necessary. You are Darius
Dodge and I know it.”

The man sunk back, glaring like a tiger at the
boy from Greenblade.

“ It’s a pretty way to treat a friend to Felix,”
he growled.

Omri laughed.

“Oh, you can’t play the game any further,
Mr. Dodge,” he said. “ I had to choose between
two pairs of c es, and the ones I see before me I
call yours. I ello, there, driver!”

The driver heard the call, and leaned over to-
ward the door of the cab.

“Go straight to the nearest police-station,”
said Omri.

“ Go to where I ordered!” flashed the menaccd
man.

“ Obey me,” said the boy. “ I hold my pistol
at the head of the scanip in front of me, un’ if
you obey him an’ not me, I’ll give you a bloody
cab to clean. To the police-station! I’ve cup«
tured one of the meanest men in New York, uu’
that’s sayin’ a good deal, when I expect there
are thousands in this city.”

Darius Dodge—for the man was lie—made no
reply. The (ll'lV er straightened on his seat.

“ l’ll obey the boy,” he said, “ He knows the
number of my turnout, an’ I don’t want to figure
in a row.”

Darius Dodge saw that the shrewd little game
he had planned all by himself was lost. He
gnaWed his lip, and let the cab go on.

All at once it rattled up to the sidewalk and
the driver sprung from his seat.

He opened the door without a word. Omri
leaped out and whirled upon the man inside.

“ Come out, Mr. Dodge,” he said.

The command was obeyed, but the man who
emerged from the cab had a smooth fate; he
had left the false beard behind.

“ There’s the office,” said the driver to Omri,
nodding toward the nearest building, which was
one of the numerous police-stations of the city.
“I guess you don’t. want me any longer ” and
he sprung back to his seat and drove off before
Omri could replyfi .

“What’s u . 511‘?” 'Smd a police—officer, who
came out of the building at that moment.

“ That; man, sir,” answered the boy, glancing
at the sergeant as he pomted at Darius Dodge.
“I brought him here. I.had to threaten him
with my distal, I want him arrested.”

“ On w at charge?"

“Abduction an’ conspiracy, sir.
two of them, this one is Darius Dodge. Silas
Sharpe is the other, 811’ there is a third. \Vo
will prove all to-morrow. It is one of the
meanest schemes ever got up in this city.
Mother Canary is mixed up in it, sir.”

The oflicer stepped toward Darius Dodge.

.“ I guess I’ll have to hold 1pyou,” he said.

The rascal’s countenance . ell
O “ 'li‘hat’s what I call turnin’ the tables,” said

inr .

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CHAPTER XV.
A SLY iOUNG FOX.

“ THIS is a serious pickle. By the Eternal! if
I had it to do over I’d choke that boy in his
lodgings. But who’d have taken the Jersey
pigeon for a hawk? I must get word to Silas;
the papers—the documents that get the English
fortune are in his hands. They must be made
secure!”

Thus Spoke Darius Dodge, when he found him-
self the'oceupant of very cramped quarters in
the station-house. He made his wants known,
and was attended by a policeman.

“I would like to inform a friend of my
trouble” he said. “You have arrested a very
honora 1e an’ a very innocent citizen on the
charges of a worthless boy. I am goin’ to see
if this infamy is all owed in this city. I have a
friend who will stand by me an’ see me through.”

“What is his name?” -

“Silas Sharpe.
upright man. I—

“ Sort , 511‘,” interrupted the policeman; " we
have or ers to the contrary, sir. You 00111103
communicate with Mr. Sharpe.”

“ Cannot?" roared Dodge.

7I‘Ie is my partner, an’ a' very

 

 

 

“ Thcm’s the orders. Very sorry, sir,” and ill:
policeman walked away.

“It’s that boy’s work!” grated Darius. “ It
would be two hundred thousand in my pocket if
Mother Canary had done her duty.”

Before leaving the place to which he had con-
ducted the conspirator at the pistol’s muzzle,
Omri Otway had narrated his adventures since
leaving home. He told about fallin into the
clutches of Shar )0 and Dodge, how 0 was lli~
veigled into Moi icr (‘anai'y’s trap, and after-
ward rescued by Felix Fox; and related much
that Felix knew and suspecicd about the gang.

It was decided to arrest Silas Shur )c. the next
day, and meanwhile tokccp Darius lodge from
communicating with him. This is wh ' the
oiiicer on (hit at the suition-house i'cl'uset tolct
the entrappm prisoner send for his partner.

Omri resolved to go back to his lodgings to
wait for Felix. He was unfamiliar with the
streets of New York, but he i'ccollcciml the strcct
and number, and the police hunted up a cab and
sent him home with a. message for the Iioy Sp J‘w
ter to come at once to the station.

The boy from (lrecnbludereached his lodgings
just in time to settle Felix’s fears concerning his
absence.

“ That was a grand coup bv Mr. Dodge,” ex-
claimed the boy detectim uhcn Omri had re-
lated his adventures. “ By Jupiter! boy, the
Jersey pigeon is no slouch, after all. Now, sir,
We must attend to Silas Sharpe.” '

“ They promised to get him to-nioi'row,” said
Oiuri.

“ He must not have that much string. Your
apers are in his clutches. What if he should
)uru them? What if llicks Kell‘ ' should hcarof

Dodge’s arrest? No, we can‘t tulie the chances
of waitin’ till to-morrow. The papers are too
)recious. Remember that they are still in the
iaiids of Sharpe aii’ Dmlgc.”

Omri was about to make a reply when a

knock was heard at the door, and the two boys
started forward.
_ “It is Dandylion,” exclaimed Felix, recogniz~
mg the little girl whom He first met at Mother
Canary’s. “Come in. VVe’ro strikiu‘ the rascals
hard, my city rose.”

The girl came in, her bright eyes swimming in
excitement, her bosom rising and falling like a
tumultuous sea.

“ They’ll never deal with Mother Canary,”
said the girl.

“ “'hy not?” cried Felix.

“ She’s dead!”

“ Mother Canary dcad i”

“Dead! Aii’ she was choked to death, too."

The two boys uttered exclamations of horror.

“ I think I know who did it,” Dandylion went
on. “ I saw a man come out of the houseashort
time ago. I was on the watch as you told meto
be,” to Felix. “ I thought his step was familiar
ar.’ when he started off I followed him. He led
me a long chase an’ I ot very tired; but at last
I ran him down. 0 went into number ——
Houston street.”

“ Silas Sharpe!” cricd Felix.

“ He had Silas Sharpe’s walk; but this man.
had a full beard.”

.“ It was Silas in one of his many disguises.
Did you know that Mother Canary was dead
when you followed the man?”

“ N o, I found that out when I got back. I
went in to see her. She had just been found
dead in her chair, with finger-marks at her threat.
The whole street is cxc1ted, but nobody on it
knows her as Mother Canary. She 18 Mrs.
Smith, widow, to them all, '011 know.”

“ But the gang discovcru her somehow
bably throng 1 icks Kelly’s shrewdness.
here for me.”

“ Where areyou goin’?” asked Omri,

“ On a very important mission,” said Felix.

“ They want you at the station, you know."

“ Yes. I’ll attend to that.”

Leaving Dandylion and Omri in the room,
Felix Fox cht down on the street. '

It was'now aft”- midnjght, and the sidewalks
were cntirc] y deserted.

“Matters have reached a crisis,” said the Boy
Spotter to himself. “ Omri’s iapers are not safe
a minute in Silas Sharpe’s deS '- The absence of
Darius Dodge may alarm him. For the boy’s
sake a ten-strike must be made at once."

6 young detective hurried away and turned
corner after corner in his eagerness to reach a
certain place within a. given time.

He got to it after a long tramp, and crept u -
stairs on tip-toe, and Wlth hardly any noiso. I‘l’e
was in the uilding to Which Sharpe and D 8
had taken their “ ofllce ” utter their sudden iii 1:
from the Bowery, and he expected to find Silas
Sh at home.

F ' crepttothe doorand listened with all

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Me. attention of apracticed spy. At first he
heard nothing, then he caught the labored breath-
5.1;; of a sleeping person.

“ He’s at home an’ nsleep——probably the sleep
that his favorite drink gives,” murmured the

lm '.

He drew his shoes and reached up to the top
of the door, then lifted himself to the open tran-
som and looked into the room.

The gas had been turned very low, but it re-
vealed the figure of a man on a lounge and his
position told Felix that his slumber was very
deep.

“ Here goes,” said the boy to himself.
“ Nothin’ risked, nothin’ gained. \Ve’ll see
whc”ther the Jersey pigeon loses his gold feath—
ers.

He crawled through the transom without the
least noise, and dro mod to the floor with the
lightness of a cat. hen he glided softly toward
the sleepin man. Silas Sharpe was in a sound
slee , and elix saw the clipped mustache, and
vii t 8 table near by the false beard, which was
iroof enou h that he was the man Dandylion
liad tracke from Mother Canary’s.

After watchin him a few moments, Felix
went to the desk in one corner of the room. Of
course he found it locked.

“ Just as I expected,” said Felix.

“ But I don’t leave here without the pigeon’s
pro rty.”

9 went back to Silas Sharpe and was about
to stoop over him when he saw somethin glit—
tering on the floor beneath his pocket. A unch
of keys!

The boy detective seized the keys and return—
ed to the desk. The first one he selected fit the
lock, and he threw the lid back softly.

It did not take him half a minute to find the

acket for which the two rascals, aided by
icks Holly, had shrewdly plotted; it seemed to
lie at his hand.

“ Astonishmcnt awaits you when on open
your pee rs, Mr. Sharpe,” Felix exc aimed, as
he hid t e apcrs in his bosom and laced the
keys where e had found them. “ ood-night
an pleasant dreams! You’ll see your pard to-
morrow.” 1

He went to the door again, swung himself up
to the transom, and dropped safely into the cor-
ridor on the other side.

“ Now for the station where they want me,”
he muttered. “ I’ll open ()inri’s eyes before day
an’PI’ll— Hark! by my head! somebody’s com-
in

Instantly the boy detective shrunk into a very
small space among the shadows that filled the
iassage. His ears had not deceived him; some-
body was coming up—stair».

Felix held his breath while he waited, and

all at once he saw a. human flmu‘e approach and

stop at Silas Sharpe’s door. (Ithat! iad Darius
Dodge come back?

The man took a key from his pocket, and put-
ting it easily into the lock, turned it as soft! as
iossible. An exclamation flew to the boy’s ips,

ut 0t no further.

“ icks Kelly!”

The man was indeed the Pointer, and when
Felix saw him glide into the room with the
movements of a thief, he knew that he was on
some villainous mission, and hurried away.

“If you are here, Hicks Kelly, I am needed
elsewhere,” ejaculated the Boy Spotter. “I
recollect very distinctly that I had the pleasure
of tracking you home to-night.”

If Felix could have watched Hicks Kelly he
would have seen him unlock the desk and
search it for a certain package, which he did
not find.

He turned awa with an oath of disappoint-
ment, and glare at the man asleep on the
loan e.

“5V‘here have you hid it, Silas Sharpe? By
heavens! I could tear it out 0’ your heart!”

Felix did not hear or see these things. He
was too far away.

CHAPTER XVI.
REAPING THEIR REWARD.

MR. SILAS SHARPE did not awake from his
deep sleep until the hi ht had passed away.
He was conscious that 6 had overslept him-
self.

He started up and looked about, but Darius
Dodge was not to be seen. There were no
evidences that his partner had returned during
the night and Silas grew pe lexed.

“ He never took a. spell 1i 8 this before with-
out servin’ notice on me,” he said. “He can’t
be very anxious to know how I got along with
Mother Canary last night. He may turn 11
this mornin’. I ll wait for him awhile, an’ w ' 6
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plucked from the fattest pigeon that ever came
to our net.”

He picked up the keys which he. found on
the floor, and opened the old desk. A glance
was enough.

“Great heavens! robbed!” he cried, starting
back, trembling and white. “ liave you cut
loose from your old partner an’ gone off with
the papers, Darius Dodge? ifoe to you if you
have deserted Silas Sharpe to play this gold
game through alone! I’ll serve you worse than

served the ex-queen o’ Mulberry street last
iii 'ht. I have been robbed!”

o looked like a man half demented as he
stood in the iniddlo of the room. glaring at the
Open desk and the empty pigeon-hole.

All at once a, foot-step sounded in his cars, and
he s )rung to the door.

“ t is Darius!” 170 said. “ I’ll meet him with
a look that ’11 : cttle the whole thing.”

So certain was Silas Sharpe that the erson
outside was his partner in scoundrclism 1: mt be
unlocked the door and threw it wide to greet a
stalwart ca itain of police, and Felix Four!

“ That’s t 0 man, captain,”said the Boy Spot—
ter, pointing to the thunderstruck Silas. “ That
is Mr. Silas Sharpe of Sharpe an’ Dodge, Great
American Estate Detectives. I’m even with
Omri now; he bagged the other one last night.”

“\Vhat’s that?” cried Silas, catching at the
be ’5 last remark.

‘Omri took Dodge to the station last night,
an’ new I hand you over,” was the answer.

Silas gave the youtha terrible look and turned
to the officer.

“ Do you intend to arrest me?” he asked.

“ That is my errand here.”

“ On what charge 3”

“ Murder.”

The last vestige of color fled from Silas Sharpe’s
face; the officer was not choice as to language.

“A woman called Mrs. Sophia Smith, but
recognized as Mother Canary the Mulberry
street ‘fence ’ was killed last night in her new
quarters on Dlank street,” continued the officer.
‘ You are charged with having killed her.”

“Accused by that young scamp, I suppose,”
cried Silas, glaring at Felix.

“No, sir,” said the Boy Spotter. “I didn’t
follow you from Mother Canary’s house last
night, but some one else did. I guess the ji': is
up, Silas, an’ the Jersey pigeon will keep diis
golden feathers after all.”

There was no reply. Silas Sharpe stood like a
statue on the floor till the hand of the police
captain dropped heavily upon‘his shoulder.

‘ Darius has alread made a full confession of
scores of your swindhng tricks,” Felix Went on,
looking at Silas. “I said long ago that the
doors of Sing Sing would open to you two money
sharks one 0’ these days. Darius is at the sta-
tien' you’ll see him there.”

“ f I do, by the Eternal! I’ll choke him to
death!” exclaimed Silas Sharpe.

The captain and Felix exchanged quick
glances at this; they thought of the woman who
had been served thus just the night previous

Silas Sharpe did see his guilty partner at the
station and would have flung himself upon him
if he had been allowed in Dodrrc’s cell. Darius
Dodge had cowardly turned State’s evidence,
hoping by it to regain his liberty; but the courts
were not oing to let such a rascal et oil? so
easily. Si as accused Darius of rob ing the
desk; this the partner indignantly denied.

“Then the other one did it,” grated Silas
Sharpe. “The papers have fallen into the
hands of Hicks Kelly an’ he expects to palm his
tool Toby off for the Otway boy an’ $000 in
the whole thing. But he shall never do t at!
I’ll peach on Hicks Kelly myself. I’ll exgise
his secret of findin’missin’ people. I’ll'send 'm
to Sing Sing, too.”

Before the sun shone in the streets of New
York that morning another man was brought
to the station and confronted by the crestfallen
partners.

“ Do you know this man?” the police captain
asked them.

“Yes, sir. It is' Hicks Kelly,” said Silas
Sharpe promptly. “He served me a trick last
night that I’ll never forget. When you want to
send the Pointer to Sing Sing, captain, call on
Silas Sharpe. By heavens! I’m not goin’ thar
alone.”

Hicks Kelly laughed coldly.

“If I haven’t heard amiss, I think you’ll find
the gallows first, Silas,” he said. “ Couldn’t you
get along without killin’ Mother Canary? Dandy-
lion tracked you down. Her evidence an’ that
of the girl who showed you to the old woman’s
room is enough to lengthen your neck. I ess
Em’ll not make much by peachin’ on 'cks

elly, old boy.”

The I’oiiittr turned away as he finished, and
Silas Sharpe looked like a man doomed to die.

“ Confound you! Veu ran the game down!”
hiSScd Kelly, when he saw Felix Fox brought
into the room to recognize him. “ You was at
my house last night.”

“ Yes, while you were at the office,” was the
reply. “The next time you try to fool a try
with a decoy letter, you must play a shrewdcr
game. Always look behind your cab when you
take midnight rides in Gotham. I found Rosa
at your , uarters last night, an’ I took her back
to her oh little room. Yes, I guess I’ve run the
game down! Omri Otway will get his fortune
after all.”

At the trial which followed the arrest of the
three money sharks the base scheme to deprive
the Jersey boy of  rightful inheritance was
thoroughly exposed. Hicks Kelly was shown
to be a deeper-dyed villain than anybody had
thought him to be, and his scheme to get pos-
session of Rosa Reed, the sewing-girl set all
hearts against him. Yv’hile actual mur or was
not proved against him, Darius Dodge’s confes-
sions left the stain of blood on his record, and he
was sent up for twenty years.

Darius lightened his own sentence by giving
evidence against his com anions in crime, but
he got seven years, when 0 expected to get ofl'
scot~frce.

Silas Sharpe was held for murder. While the
evidence against him was circumstantial, it was
of the most convincing kind. There was no
doubt in the mind of any one who had heard of
his career that he had strangled Mother Canary.

His case never came to trial, however, fcr
one week before the day set apart for its hear-
ing the scoundrel committed suicide in his cell,
thus winding up the earthly affairs of the firm
of Sha and Dodge.

Nobo y regretted his action, and two men in
Sing Sing rejoiced greatly when they heard of it.

Omri Otway’s papers fell into the hands of
honest attorneys, who pressed the boy’s claims,
and with but little trouble obtained for him the
Morley estate, which Was a gigantic fortune.

Omri tried to press a large part of it u on
Felix Fox for his valuable services, but the Key
Spotter shook his head.

“I didn’t work for money. I wanted to break
up that gang of three, an’ to save you from their
clutches ” Felix said. “I guess we got thar eh,
Omri? he Jersey pigeon keeps his golden
plumage!”

“ I‘ll put the money in the bank to your
credit,” persisted (Tmri. “ If it had not been for
you, I’d be in Mother Canary’s trap to-day—-—
dead.”

“ See here! If you must give that sum away,
give it to Rosa—put it in the bank f or her. ‘An’
when the boss girl of New York becomes Mrs.
Felix Fox, as she will one 0’ these days, she can
go to housekeepin’ in style.”

Omri Otway laughed, and from that moment
Rosa Reed was rich.

The G-reenblade boy went back to Jersey,
where he quietly enjoys his fortune, and often
recalls his ex: erience among the traps of New

York.

TQby, Hicks Kelly’s intended heir, was fright—
ened away by his master’s arrest.

“ Dandylion ” was not forgotten by Omri
when he came to distribute his fortune.

And Felix Fox?

He is still a terror to the gold sharks of
Gotham. . .
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07 Pilienlr'ld‘llllli‘l‘ Joe: or, Old Rattlesnake, the Charmer.
1?6 Unprnln \rlzonnt or. Plilt'lil-Iu'lttllt‘l‘ Joe‘s Big Game.

198 ('lnpllllu Milak: or. i’Iili‘lllplAlllhllUI' Jue’a Defeat.
219 "canard. the IiilQlllL: or. The Mountain aniplrea.
888 .\ ’l‘ou I. Boy: or, The liwiirl‘e Revenge.

398 Little l‘ornndot or. The (Militants oi'iiie Glen.
373 Little dingo; or. the Qill’l'l’ Ford.

3”“ Little “ll-lily t or, Caught. In Ilia Own Trail.
~10! Little Hhoo-l‘ ly ' or, A Race for n Ranch.
408 Little Leather-l root-hon: or. UM Jumbo’n Cum.
4!“ Little Ah Sin; or, The Cure» of Blood.

4.31 Colorado Kate. A Tale ot'ilie illlllUI.

480 Three Jolly Punk.

517 Jim Gladdnn‘n Deputy.

52? The Jolly I’m-tin to the Rout-no.

I) ['7 Randy Andy; 0r. A (land Man Down.

.556 Lariat LII; or, The (‘iut for it Lil'u.

RY CAPTAIN FRIED. “'lllTTAKER.

15 The flea-Cat: or. The Witch of Darieu.

29 The Dumb Pu u: or. The Dngu'e Daughter.

48 Dick Darling. tie Pony Expretln Rider.
150 Lance and Lain-o; or, Tim Children of tho Chaco.

The HWorti Iluntera; or. The Land ol‘tlie Ele hant Riders.
159 The Float Captain; or, Skipper Jitbez Coilln’s mine to the
) on ‘u at Sun.

00 T a Boy liodoulna: or. The Brother! of the Plumed Lance.
2 4 \Voli’xunu. the Rubber oi' the Rhine.
249 Milo Runner, the Animal King; or, The Round the world

Vi'anderer.
'265 The TI or Tamer: or. The Lehgue of the Jungle.
831 Black ink. the Demon Rider.
895 California Joe’s War Trail.

BY BUCKSKIN SAM (Major Sam. 8. Hall.)

284 gldkRooky’s “Boyees 3” or, Benito, the Young Horu-
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?46 Giant George; or, The Ang’l ofthe Rangc,

275 Arizona Jack; or. Giant George’s Pard.

:99? The Tarantula oi’ Tallli or. Giant George's Revenge.

30? The Strange Par-d: or. itile Ben’s Death Hunt.

318 leer-whooa. kor-whooi or, The 'i‘arantnla ofTaos.

.82? Cree in: ‘nt, the Cnddo; or.The Rod andWhite Parda.

333 Frlo ‘red : or, The Tnnkaway’n Trust.

.344 The Fighting Trio: or, Rattlesnake, the 'l‘onksway.

.349 Wild \ oli : 0?. Big-Foot Wallace to the Front.

857 The Rnnrh Raider-a: or, The Siege of For Purgatory.

.364 Snap-Shot. the Roy Ranger.

375 Chiotu. the Creek ; or, The Three Thunderbolts.

.881 Random: Bill: or. Frio Frank to the Front.

892 Romeo and the Reds: or, The Beieagiiered Ranch.

404 Little Luriutt or. Pecan Pete’e Big Rampage.

414 The Daley from Denver.

427 'I he Three Trailer-z or, Old Rocky on the Rampage.

449 Bluii' Bill; or The Lynx oi the Leona.

4:.5 Little Lone than or, The Belle ofthe Clbolo.

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16? Ann Scott. the Steamboat Boy.
199 Featherwelght the Boy Champion oi'the Musklnmim.
923 Ozark Alf or, Featherweight Among the Outlay".
‘23? The Typo Detective l or, Woneol, the Boy Tramp.
295 Fear-lean Phil: or. The King of Quarlzville.
311 The Rovinrfisrrort; or, The Pride of Chuckaluelr canip.
822 Nemo. the eteotive; or, Kit Ken bn‘s Vendetta.
340 Clip. the Contortioniat: or. The i lontana Vigilantes.

BY J. C. COWDRICK.

300 Silver-Made. the Man of Myaiery. .
899 Shanta, the Gold. king; or, For Seven Years Dead.
420 The Detective’a Apprentice; or, A Day Without a

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424 Cibuta John: M, Red-Hot Times at Auto Bar.
489 Sandy Ham, the Street Scout.
467 lilac-o Run. the Daisy Dude.
490 Broadway Hilly. thi- Boothlaek Bravo.
506 Redll ht Ralph, the Prince ol the Road.
514 Bron way Bi 1 "a Doodle. _
524 The Engineer ] etcctive a
586 Broadway Billy’s ‘ Diilikllty.”
.548 Mari, the Night Express Detective.
55? Broadway Billy’s Death Rocket.

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39? Bob 0’ the Bowery; or, The Prince of Mulberry Street.
1 The Vagabond Detective: or. Bowery Bob’s m.

1 45B Hots ur Bob, the Street-Bay Detective. ~
ii The wyer’s Shadow; or. Luke’s Legacy.

Jaunty Joe, the Young Hone-Kine.

494 Sui-1y Sim. the Young Ferryman Detective.

#04 Five Pointa Phil.

509 Jack J a ra, the Butcher Boy Detective.

516 Tartar in: or. Five Points Phil’u Menagerie.

526 North River Nat. the Pier Detective.

538 Wrontlin Rex. the Pride ortlie Sixth ward.

5 it J eil’ File er. the Stable Boy Detective.

.551 Nick Nettle, the Bog S adow. -

559 Harlem Jack, the nice Boy Detective.

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d B a or, The Riot at Keno Cam
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18;. R: {ifi‘dlfgfitffim dr. Bulide Retribution.
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76 Ah..- (loll.. tin- Crow-Killer.

79 Sol Ginger, the (liiiiit’i'rappi-r.
283 Joe Ruck oi’Angela nnd III-I Roy Part].
447 New York Not. A Tale oi'l'riclia and Tram in Gotham.
459i N ew England Nit-k ; or, 'I‘Iiv Fortunes of a Foundliux.
464 Nimble, Nick, ihr (Iirrua Prince.
498 'l'non ’l‘ml. tn» Arizona Sport.
610 Cool Colorado, the Haiiliirvad Detective.
515 Cool Colorado in New York.

RY GEORGE “'ALDO HROWNE.

36 Dnnd Rock the Man from Tuna. ‘
90 The I read Rider; ur.'|'he'1"-‘mn DIN!th
99 The 'I‘iu‘or of'l‘uoa: or, handy lloi'k’n Angel.

115 The Mad Minor: or, Dandy iioi-k’u Doom.

131 The Golden Ilnnd: i-r. li-uaii ilm-k in the Rescue.
164 Dandy Rock’e Pied e; or, Hunted to Death.

178 Dandy Rot-It's Rivu ; hr. The i‘tluuiod Maid ome.‘

R" CAP'I. J. F. C. ADAMS.

84 Oregon Holt or. Nick Whiilh-e‘ii Boy Spy.

46 Glana- Eye. tho Great Shot of the Won.

()4 Ned Hum-l the llov’l'rappur.

56 Nick Wtii en’s Pet; or, twin. Vallavoi'Death.

60 The White Indian: or, The Scout of the Yellow-tone.

70 “Ill Zi 'it Cuhln: or, The Greenlmrii hi the Woods.

81 nglitn n3 Jo. the Terror oi the Prairie.

85 Book Riiokranu or, lieu, the Female Tra her.
24‘? Old Grizzly and Hla Peta: or, Tho Wll Huntroas.
951 I lxht-houae Lice; or, Oareola, the Firebrond.

357 The hunt Hunter-a; Or The Underground Camp.
958 The Scalp king: or. T to Human Thlinderholi.

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95 The Roy Captaint or. The Pirate'e Daughter.
114 'l‘he Rial-k Schooner: or. Jib Junk. the Old Tar.
859 ’1 he Golden Har can; or, Loni. Among the Floos.
848 Fire-Heels“ or, 0 d Skintlint, tho Death-Shadow.
854 Rig llorn I e. the Hill Tramp; or, The Odd Pards.
861 ’I he Phantom Lightmouge,
870 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runner.

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190 Dandy Darke; or. The TI of Hi h‘Pi .
910 Faro Frank 5 or. Dandy Dfil‘e'. GofDowllH’afdl.

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108 The Lion oftho Sea: or, '1']; V n 1 i .
186 Cool Deamond t 0r. The Gambler'sn  

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80 Ronrlna Ralph Rockwood, the Ran er.

44 Rattlin Rube: 0?. The Niirhthnwk-o Kentucky.
59 Old Illc oryt 0r, Paiidy Ellia’a Seal .
108 During Davy: 0". The Trail of the glurder Wolf.
166 Hickory Harr t or, The Tm per-Hrlzado'l Spy.
172 Thunderbolt om; or, the \ elf-Herder,

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10? One-E ed Sim: or, The Ahandonod Forget H .
no The B ut-k steed oi'tho Prairies. A 5.33M Texas.

BY 0. DUNNING CLARK.

185 Ca tnin Paul' or The Boy Sp ortheM nut in .
:30 Th: Yankee Rajhh; or. The liate ot‘ theoBlulr Shared.

BY GEORGE C. JENKS.

‘85 Git Thar Owney the Unknown,
498 Git Thar Ownoy’a Pledge.
518 The Demon Doctor.

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR. U. s. A.
191 Burran Billy. the Boy Bullwika or. The Doomed

t .
194 nu'gfffl, nlll’g not; or. The Gambler Guide.

BY CHARLES E. LASALLE.

'50 Hurt B ii iii Tra er. '
59 The  handle. "A Tale of the Northwest

BY JOHN J. MARSHALL.

40 Roving Ben. A Story oia Young American.
97 The Outlaw Brothers: or, The Captive oi the Harpee.

BY WM. G. PATTEN.
489 The Diamond Sport: or, Tho Donbk Fm MM Rock
519 Ca toin Myater : or.Five in One.
581 Da ey Dare, the port. from Denver.

BY MAJOR E. L. ST. VRAIN.

'9’ Sancho Pedro the Boy Bandit.

e01 Li-adville met a... Boy Sport.

818 Redtop Rube. t ie Vigilante Prince.

888 errnatolie "oh, and His Lightning Plane Quartotte.
59 Tomb-tone Tom. the Arizona Boy oi “Sand.”

Mir-inn. How. iii. Yv llil-.‘ WI“ - n \‘ runner.

{in bolt Chi-la, the Young Hard-Shell Detective.

in anohe Art. the rooihiii. Guide.

leaner Joe, or the Mount iiu mum...

BY EDWARD S. ELLIS.

0 Bill Bldilon Tra r.

8 th Jonea g, or, Th: Captives oi the Frontier.

Nat Todd or, The Fat. of the Sioux Captive.
The Front or Angel.

T e liner" on'l'ho Enchanted Island.
The ilu ted “natal-t 0r. The Stran e Horseman.
.54 The Ha f. land! 01', Th“ Pmthere the Plain-
.‘21 The Hun [miter-t or, The Steam Prairie MOI!-

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B" W. J. HAMILTON.

63 The Rod Brotherhood: or. The Twelve Avenger;
66 Sin Ie llnmlt or. A Lii'e for a Lilo,
79 Min Torn W eatern, the Texan Ranger.

88? Ron Illrii. the Cave Kine; or. Big Pete’s Scoop.

BY JACK FARRAGUT.

815 Ned. the Cabin Roy.
390 The Sea Sorcerout or. The Boy Skipper.

RY FRANK DUMONT.

180 Tho Branded “and : or. Th0 Man of Myltary.

I”? Willi-Fire. the Born: '.)l the Road.

140 Blue Illazea: or, The Break 0' Day Boys oiRoshy Bar.
171 Ebon Dun; or. Th.- Rival Leander.

186 Evil War or, The Vultures otthe Rio Granda

BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY. U. B. N.

176 The Roy Runaway: or. The Bucraneer oi‘ the Bay.
1%0 The flea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept.
199 Captain kit; or. The Mystery of Montuuk Point.

4 BY HARRY HAZARD.
888 Arkanaaw Jack t or. The Scourge of the Mines.

889 Red-Skin Tom bur. 'l‘hs Dainon’l Trail. 9
849 The Mountain evil; or. Yellow Jack, the Outlaw.

BY COL. A. F. HOLT.

899 Black Buck-kin; or. The Muted Men of Death Canyon.
419 Kenneth, the Knife-King.
485Littlo Lighti’oot, the Pilot of the Wooda.

BY J. W. OEBON.

M9 The Rival Clarita ofNowhar'.

498 (Mu-tun Burr, the Man iroin Hard Luck. i
537 01d Hnoke 'o. the Sierra Shadow. .

564 Powder P H, the Boy Miner.

BY FREDERICK DEWEY.

818 Cimarron Jack, the Kin -Pin of Ride-Shots.
8 Tnnkolnuml, the Desert stectlvc.
549 The Canyon Pardl.

BY ARTHUR C. GRISSOM.

“0 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid.
558 The Sure-Shot Parde.

BY LIEUT. A. K. SIMS.

54G (‘aptnin Caetua the Chaparral Cock.
568 The Dnnd ' of Dodge.
569 Brooklyn on, the 0n-Hlv0wn-Hook Demtlv.‘

MISCELLANEOUS AU'rnona.
4 The Wild-Horne “nature. 8 C t. M 3.“
Frederick Whittaker. y 'l' "n' ‘“
9 Adv rnturell of Baron Munch-noon.
12 Gulliver’n Travels. B Dean hwifl.
l4 Aladdin; or. The Wonder ul Lamp.
16 Rohrnann Crn-oc. (21 llluetratione.)
13 Bindbnd the Sailor. “ll Seven Vo siren. ‘
22 The Sea Serpent; or. The Boy Rob neon Crnaoa. 3""...

Lewis.
88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The lied Pirates of the
‘ Carrib-«ra. By S. W. Pierce.
86 The Boy Clown; or, The Queen of the Arena. By Fun:
S

. nn.
88 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By Texas Jack.
51 Toll? Boy Rifle" or. The Underground Camp. By Archie
a mm.
95 The Rival Rove"; or, The Freebootsrs of the Mia-Mop!
By Liana-Col. Haultlne.
93 Robin flood, the Outlawod Earl: or,‘l'hs Merry Men of Green-
wood. By Prof. Gildenleore.
105 Old Rube, the Hunter; or, The Crow Captive. By Captain
Hamilton Holmea.
119 The Mail Hunter; or, The Cave of Death. By Burton Base.
194 'ginny. the Texan: or, The Young Champion. By George
, arson. V
128 The Young Privateer; or. T1!- Pit-'05 Siwlahold- By
Harry Cavendish. ,
148 Sharp Sum; or, The Astn tum ofn Friendleu Boy. By J
Alexander Patten. 3
93'? Dusk I) ll 'I‘rs pm or. The Green Ran er of ti: Y i-
lowatoze. ‘liiyrgidhard  g . '

261 {argue Fearnauxht the New Yirk Boy. B'y Gear].
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966 Killh’ar. the Guide; or, Davy Crockett‘a
By Eneign C. D. Warren.

998 Red Claw. the One-Eyed Trapper; or, The Maid oftha out.
By Captain Comatock.

817 Peacock P010. “I. Lively I‘d mm I huh; B, n..-
tenant Alfred Thoma.

Gk Defective or A no i m 5, “fun "on".
8’8 'Ii‘yyfiiaioryflichey Fr... I ’ V IN .‘

l it. til Ri Th Broihor’
850 llgyvmd Buenuhxer Rover: 01'. 0 I Is-

885 Baltimore Ben the Bootblseii Detail”. By A. P m
.74 gold-Dali. Tom; or, Ben’s Double Hatch. By am. H.
of”.

are California Joe’a mm Trail. _ By Colonel 75......

Hoyer Monetary.
418 Billrno shell, ih. calcium... to I. a. waiting.
‘75 The Blue Ship. By John 8. Warner.
‘84 Commit-he Dick and in. Three Invincible.- ~

Henrv .l. Tinnmn,
D's “'lmu-ii \ nu. the handy 3W1» By Arthur 1'. Bolt.
“9 The ('owhoy Duke. By Edwin Brooke Format.
558 Arlol, the Athlete. By David Druid.
A New: e Ever! Taoaday‘ . .
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IMErLIBRARY.

Published Every Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. N0 Double Numbers.

 

BY EDWARD L. “’IIEELER.

Deadwood Diek Novels.

1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince ot'iho Road.
20 Double Daggers? or, Deadwood llicli's Defiance.
28 Buil'alo lien: or. )t‘lliiwfllltl Dick in Diszuirc.
85 “Viifl iVIlllo “'6 lin Claudi- Duvul.
42 Phantom .“iner; or, Dendwtmd Divk's iinnnnza.
49 Onlaha Oil: or, Deadwood Dick in liiinurr.
5? Demime Dick‘s Eagles; 01', The l'nrds olFlood Bar,
78 Deadwood Dick on Deck: or. Calamity Jilllfi‘llld Heroine,
77 Corduroy Charlie; or, Iii-udwood llii-ii‘n Liigi Act.
I'IO Deadwood Dick in Lead ville.
104 Deadwood Dick‘a Device: hr. The D-Iuhlc Cm“ Sill"-
109 Deadwood Dirk as Detective.
129 Deadwood Diek'n Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s

(illil'il.

136 lilunde Bill; or. Deiidwood Dir-it's Home Hum.

49 A Game of Gold; or. Duiulwmd Dick’s llii; Strike.

156 Deadwood Dick 01' Deadwood; or, 'l‘lm i'iviu-d Party.

195 Deadwood DIek'n Dream; or, 'l he Riv ils oi the Road.

201 The lilaek "Iii! Jezebel: (’ry llv‘udwnnd l).i‘k'a “MM.

205 Deadwood Dick‘s Doom; or, Colinnily June’s Lust Ad-
venture.

21? Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl ilrignnd.

221 Sn ar-Coated h‘am; or, T]... illneh down.

282 Go d-Dunt Dick. A Rmnnnvr of Rouuin and Toughs.

263 Deadwood Dick‘s Divide or, The Spirit of Swamp Lake.

269 Deadwood Diek’u Death ’ ‘rall.

309 l‘loadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick or

iii-45o”.

821 Deadwood Diek‘u Dozen ; or, The Fakir nfl‘huntom Fliits.

847 Deadwood Dick’s Dueatu; or, Rainy lnlys in the Dig-
Lungs.

851 Deadwood Dick Senteneed; orY The 'l'vrrible Vendetta.

862 Deadwood Dick's Claim; or, The Fairy Face of Faro

hints.
405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City.
4 0 lgeadwood Dick's Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan
ortor.
421 Deadwood Dick In New York; or, A “ Cuts Cine,"
430 Deadwood Diek'n Dust; or,’l'hu Chained “and.
443 Deadwood Dick, Jr.
4i8 Nickel-Plate Ned; m, Deadwood Dirk .lr's Defiance.
458 fiutliiotver Sam, 01 Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full

linnd.
459 Flush Fan, tho Ferret; or, Deadwood Dir-k Jr’s Big Round-
465 i'liillol Fly, 0! Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr's Racket at
' (l

,'lalln .

4?] Buzemnn Bill; or, Deadwood Din-k Jr's Corral.

436 Ilmnboldt Harry, the Hurricane; 0r,1)clld\\’01|d Dick Jr’s
Dog Detective.

491 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwood Dirk Jr. in Deadwood.

491 Prince l’lstol, the King of the West; or, Dmitiwoud Dick
Jr's Compact.

4.96 Monte (ll-lat”, Jr“ or, Deadwood Dick Jr's inheritance.

600 Deadwood Dick‘s Dig iugnt or. Dr. Dcath-Grlp's Swuop.

598 Deadwood Dlek’u De verance.

515 Deadwood Diek'u l’rotexee.

522 Deadwood Dick’s Three.

529 Deadwood Diek'n Danger Ducks.

534 Deadwood Diek‘u Death Hunt.

539 ‘adwood Dick Jr., in Texas.

5 l4 Deadwood Dick, Jr., the Wild \i'est Vidoc

549 Deadwood Dlek on llln Mottle.

55-1 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.. in Gotham.

561 Deadwood Dick in llontol.

667 Deadwood hick, Jr., in Philadelphia.

Other N ovels by E. L. Wheeler.

26 Cloven Hoof, tho Bull'qu Demon.
82 Bob Wooli‘t or, Thu Girl Dad-Shot.
89 Death-Face, Detective; or, Llfs in New York.
45 Old Ayalanche or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand.
53 Jim Bludsoe. r., the Boy Phenix.
61 iiuckhorn “ill: or, The Rad [title Team.
' 69 Gold Rifle the Sits shooter; or.'l‘he Bo Detectlvs.
80 Rosebud ob or. uizgut Ned, th - Knight.
84 ldyl, the Girl . lner; 0r, Rosebud Rob on Hand.
88 Photo ra h l’hll; or, Rosebud Ron s Resppenrnncs.
92 (lane a C let t or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp.
96 “’nteh-E e; or. Amhs und Angels ofs Grest City.
18 Jack 110)‘ e the Young Svet‘lllntnr.
‘i' Gilt-Edged Dii-k, tine Sport Detective
1 (‘lnnamon Chin, the Girl Sport.
5 Bonanza liill. Miner.
8 lions iioh the King of Boothlncks.
1 Solid Sam the Boy Road-Agent.
' 5 (gangsta ferret, the New York Detective; or, Boss Bob's
MI 0 .
1 New York Nell the Boy-Girl Dew-live.
7 Nobh N Iek oi’ fievadat or, The Sierras Scamps.
1 \Vild ‘rank, lh-- Buckskin Bravo.
'9 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
18 Fritz tothe Front: or, The; Vontriloqulst Hunter.
926 Snoozel', the li-uy Sharp: or, 'I he Arab Detectivg
286 Apollo iiill, the Trail Tornado.
240 C clone Kit, the Young Gladiator.
4'1 erra Sam, the l<‘ronil«r Ferret.
24H R-erra Sam‘s: Secret; orY The Bloody Foot win“.
253 Serra Sam‘s l’ard; or. The All;qu HI iihz lsta.
25!! ii erra Sam‘s Seven; or, The Stolen Bride.
278 Jumbo Joe, the liny Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs.
277 Denver Doll. the Detettivo Queen.
281 Denver Doll‘s Victory.
9N5 Denver Doll's Decoy; or. Little Bill‘s Bonanza.
291 Turk, the Boy Ferret.
396 Denver Doll’s Drii‘t ' or. The Road Queen.
399 A No. 1. the Dashin Toll-Taker.
808 ’lea June. the Gir Miner: or. the lion-Nerved Sport.
82") Kelley. llickev & C0" the Drtei-tivi-s oi" Philadelphia.
880 Little Quick-Shot: or, The Dad Fave ot‘ Dnggerslllle.
Kangaroo Kit; or. The Mysterious Miner.
‘89 Ken aroo Kit’s Rocket.
843 MnlITIuttllll Mike, the liowery Blood.
858 F’lI‘It-Clana Fred, the Gent ironi Gopher.
868 int-eke Jim, the Gold-Gatherert or, The Lottery at

L o.

872 Yreka Jim’s Prize.
878 Nabob Ned; or, The Secret ofSlnh City.
8”” Cool Kit. the King of iiidfl; or, A Villain’s Vengeanc._
885 Yreka Jim’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red 0...
889 llicyele lien; or. The Lion of Lightning Lode.

4 Yreka Jlln of Yuba Dam.
490 Wrinklen, the Night-Wotuh Detective.
416 High Ilat llarry. the Base Bull Detective.
426 Ham Slab-Idea. the lieegnr—an Detective.
484 Jim Book and Pa], Private Detectives.
438 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher.
486 Seaiskin Sam. the Spsrkier.

BY BUFFALO BILL (lion. Wm. F. Cody).

8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right "and.
19 The Phantom 85y: or,’l‘ha l’ilot of the Prairie.
55 Deadly-Eye. the nknown Scout.
68 Border Robin flood: or The Prairie Rover.
158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper'l Trust.

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7 The Flying Yankee: or, The Ocenn Outcast.
17 Ralph lo ', [lie 15”) lillt‘i‘llllzer; or. The Fugitive Yacht.
24 Diamond Dirk ' or, The l‘lysiv-ry of the Yehhlwstone,
62 The Fhadow h‘lilp; or. The Rivnl Liclltelmnlr.
75 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruiile of the Seslvoli’.
02 Diek Dend-ICye, the lioy Sinuizyzler.
1| The Sea-Devil ; or, The Midshipnmn’s Legacy.
16 The Iillnnnr Cu lulu; or, 'l'hi- Hermit oi Hell Gate.
97 Little G rit : or, llwsie, tho Stork-'l'rudur‘s Daughter.
Oi- Gold Plume: or, The Kid-Glove Sport.
16 [ill-on “ill. the Prince oi the Rains.
222 Grit. the llravo Sport; or, Tho Woman Trailer.
229 (Trilnnou Rate; or, The, Cowboy": Triumph.
28'? Lone Star, lilu‘ Cowboy Ca risin.
245 Merle the Middy ' or,' he Freelance Hair.
250 The Jildshipinnn .11 ntineer; or. Brandt, the Buccaneer.
264 'l he Floating Feather; or, Merle Moute's Treasure

lslnna.

939 The Gold Ship: or. Merle, the Condemned.

276  Monte it Cruinc; or, The Chase of “The Gold
I ll".

2N0 Merle )1 onte‘s Fate; or. Pearl, the l'irnn-‘s Bride.

2 4 The Sea Marauder; or, Merli- Munro‘s Pit-duo.

2!? Billy lllue- Eye's, the lloy Rowr ot' the Rio (.‘riuido.

804 The Dead Hhot Dandy; or. lirmto, the Boy Buglsr.

{08 Keno Kit; 0r, Dead Shut, llnlidy's Double.

814 The Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler's Long

'l'rail.
877 lionodel, the Roy Rover: or,’l‘he Flagless Schooner.
8‘”: The lndian Pilot: M, The. Search for Pirate lsluud.

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8‘7 “'arpath “'ill, the Boy Phantom.

898 Seawall; the lioy Lieutenant.

402 lnodor. the Young Connpirator: or, The Fatal League.
407 The Ilov lnnnrizent: or, The Cuban Vendetta.

412 The “'ild Yachts-nuns; or, The VVitr-Clouu’s Cruise.
429 Duncan Dare. the Boy Refugee.

433 A Cabin Do "a Luck; or, The Corsair.

43'? The Hen Ra der.

4-1! The Oeean Firefly: or, A Nllddy‘s Vengeance.

Ilaphazard Harry ; or. The Scapegmce ol' the See.
“'izard “'III: or. ‘he liny Ferret oi New Yor
45i “'lzard \i’lll’u Htreet Scouts.

The Barn Guide; or. The Sailor Boy Wanderer.
Neptune Ned, the liuy Comm-r.

Flay-u; or. \l'iznrd Will's Vognhond Pard.
Ferrets Afloat: or. Wizard Will's Last Case.

" heuula Ned. tho Heroin-r lillllL’itr.

‘ Arizona Joe tln- ll..y l’iird of'i'exaa Jack.

li‘nek Taylor, King'ut th~ Cowboys.

'1‘ he R03 al {\llddy ‘ or, The Shark and the 5“ Cat-
’1 he limited Illldvnh man.

The Outlawed Mid y.

lineknkin Dill, thv t‘omnnche Shadow.
llrothern in liueknkln.

The Bili‘klki‘l llowern.

’ The line akin Rovers.

(‘aptain Ku—Klnx. tlu- Marauder ot the Rio.
Lieutenant Leo. the SI... of Lafitte.

550 Laiitte’s Legacy: or. The Aveuiu'ug son.

555 The Creole Corsair.

560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shadowsr.

565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King.

BY CHARLES MORRIS.

118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective.

122 Phil “Ill'di', the lion Buy.

126 l'lenynne ’etet or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detach".
180 Detective Diekt or, Tho Hero in Rags.

142 llamisome Harry, the Boothluvlt Detective.

147 “'ill 1VIldilre, the Thoroughbred.

152 Iiiaek lieu», Will \i'ildtlru s Racer.

157 .\1lke Iiierry, Ih.- llanu-r Police Boy.

162 “'ill “ lldilre ill the “'oodn.

165 liiii)’ Bax age. the Railroad I'ii- .

179 A 'l‘rnmp Lard; or, Will \i'lhlt re Wins and hoses.
174 Bob Roekett: or, Mysteries of New York.

179 llob Roekett the Rank Runner.

188 The Hidden ilandfi or. Will “'ildfire’s Ravange.
18'! Fred Ilalynrd, the die Bth Buy; or. The Smugglers.
159 Bob Roekett; er. Driven to the “'nll.

196 Shadowed ; or, Boll Rot-kstt‘s Fight for LI“-
206 Dark Paul. the Tiger King.
212 Dashing Dave, the. Dandy Detective.
220 Tom Tanner: or. The lilnck Sheep oi the Flock.
225 Sam Charcoal tin: i'reminni Darky.
2365 Shadow Salli. the Messenger Boy.
The Two “ Bloods ”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang.
252 Dick Dnshnwuyx or, A Dakota lloy in Chm 0.
262 The Young Sitar-put or. Rollivklng Mlku'l ot Trsil.
27/1- Jully Jim the Detective Ap ironiice.
289 Jolly Jllniis Job; or, The can thertive.
298 The “'ater-Ilound; or. The ""le Thoroulhbl’ed-
805 llauliaway, of Dakota; or, A Vt «stern Lad in the Quaker

It).
8211 Ralph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective.
8 11 Tony Thorne, the \‘agnlmnd Del-GKLUVO.‘
853 The Reporter-Detective: orfl'l’ed “Vet’s Dillard.
867 \l‘ hie-Awake Joe: or, A Boy 01 the Titans.
879 Larrv. the Leveler; or, The Bloods of the Bonlovud.
403 t‘lrchy Jack, the RiverRitt Duncan/u.
423 The Loni. Finger; or, The Entrnpped Cashier.
428 Fred Fiver. t e Reporter Detective.
482 Invincible Lo an, the Pinkerton Ferret.
456 Billy Brick. in. Jolly Vagabond.
466 “’ide-Awuke Jerry, DelGCtiVe; or, Entombed Alive.
4‘29 Detective Dod e g or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
4AA “'ild Diek Rae et.
501 Bootng, the Boy Fireman : or, Too Shsrp for the Sharper.
566 The Secret Service Boy Detective.

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, JR.

2 Yellow-tone Jack; or, The Trap er.
4’1 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, it: Outlaw’s Retreat. ;
65 Hurricane “ill: or. Mustang: Stun and His Pard-

119 Multanf Sam or. The King oftlie Pink“,

186 Night-I awk 'It; or, The Daughter of the Ranch.
144 Ditln y Lance the Boy Sport.

151 l’unt Ier Paul: or, Dainty Lam-e to the Rescue.

160 The lilaek Giant: or, Dainty Lance in J:opiirdy.

168 Deadly Dash; or, Fighting Fire With Fire.

18 i The Roy Trailers; or, Duinty Lance on the War'Psth.
203 The Boy Pards; or. Dainty Lance Unmasks.

211 Crooked Cale, the Calihun oi Celestial City.

810 The Darrnnea Wolf: or, The BesutlfulDocoy.

819 The Black Rider; or, The Horse-Thievei’ We.
885 Old Double Fist; 01,11” Strange Guide.

855 The King of the Woods: or, Daniel Boons’s Last Trail.
‘49 Kit Fox. the Border Boy Dutective.

 

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5 Vagabond Joe. the Young Wandering Jew.
18 The Dumb Spy.
2? Allil‘lo 0 Abe, the, Boy Guide.
81 Room nii'e, the Prime oi the Prairies.
41 Lanso Jack, (h.- Young .‘lustnngvr.
H The llorder King: or, The Srt'l’el Foe.
Delaware Dick, the Yurng lt-Inger Spy.
llawk-e 'e llarrv the Young ’l'iappcr Ringer.
Rollo, t e Boy Ranger.
Sure Shot Set I, ihr lmy Ritlemnn.
143 Sear-Face Saul. the Siloni Hunter.
146 Mlver-b‘tar. the Boy Knight.
15 Eagle Kit. the “03' “Him”.
163 Little Texas, the Young: .‘lllSillhgeY.
17K Old Nolltury, the Hermit ’i'rn iprr.
192 Little llnrrleane, tlw llo - (antain.
202 Pro: wet. l’etc : or, The ’onni: Unian Hunters.
20.6 The loy llere nleux or, The i’l‘llil‘it‘ 'l‘rainps.
218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terri-r.
22.1 Dnnhin Dick: (if. 'l‘l’hmw Tom’s ('usilr.
22H Little \ 'lldiire, tht‘ Y'vlmlt l'mirie Nluuad.
238 The l’arnon De teetive; or. The Little Ranger.
2-18 The Distal-led Guide; or, \1 ild Rut-en, the Rangfi.
260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young l’rnit‘ic Ranger.
272 Mlnkilkln Mike, the Roy Sillil’llrllOOiCl’.
290 Little Foxfire. the Boy SW-
809 The Sky Demon 3 or. liaiiiluvlt. the Ranger.
894 “’hiD-king Joe, the Boy Rnnrhero.
409 “ereulen or, DIek, tile Rn}- Ranger.
417 “'ehi'oot June, the Train}. lh-letilve.
422 Baby Sam. the iiuy Giant nl tin- Yellowstone.
444 Litt e Ducks-kin. the Young l’mirie Centaur.
45? \i' lnzedi'oot Fred; or, (Ild l’olnr Soul.
463 Tamarne Tom. the lllg‘l‘ii. Ipel‘ lloy.
473 Old Tom Rattler, 1118 Red liver Epidemic.
482 Stonewall Bob, the Boy 'l‘i-ujnn.
562 lilunderinz Basil, the Hi'l’Uiii Bey Trapper.

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23 Nick 0’ the Night; or. Thu Roy Spy oi '76.
3'? The llidden Lodge; or Tllt' Littlu Hunter.
47 Night“. ale 1) at: hr, The. Forest Clg‘illinl.
g4 Dandy . “(-kz or, The Outlaws of the ration Trait.

2 KM "arei'oot the Wooillluwk.
94 Midnight Jack: or. 'llu- lh‘vy Trapper.
106 Old Fronty, the Guide; or. '1 h.- “ bite Queen.
128 Kiowa Charley the White hillsiiiiiirer.
139 .lndire L 'neli, Jr.: of. The “W Vizlmntc.
155 Gold Trig er, the S tort; or. The Girl Avenger.
169 Tornado ' out; or, njnn dark 1‘ rum Red Core.
1”.“ Ned Temple, the Border Roy.
19’" Arlilllltlllu' ; or, The Quw n iii Fair‘s Revenge.
20? Navajo Nick. the Boy Gold Hunter.
215 (‘nptaln Bullets or, Little Tonknot‘s Crusade.
231 l’lneky Phil; or. Rosa, the R.- l Jrlrhri.
241 "ill Bravo: or, Tile Roughs oi the Rockies.
255 (‘aptain Apollo. the Kine-Pin of Bowie.
26'? The Ruck-kin Detective.
279 Old \Vlnch: or, The Burkskin Desperadoes.
294 Dynamite Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Cochotops.
802 The Mountain Detective: or, The Trigger Bsr Bull}.
816 Old Eclipse, Trump Card of Arlsons.
826 The Ten Pards; or, The Terror of Take-Nodes.
836 R1: Benson; or, The Queen of the Ls-so.
845 Pitileu Matt; or, Red Thunderbolt’s Secret.
856 0001 5am and Ford: 0- The Terrible Six.
866 Velvet Foot, the lndlan Detective.
886 Captain Cutlass : or, 1 he B.'ccnneer’s Girl Foe.
396 Rough Rob; or, The Twin Champions of Blue Bingo.
411 The Bllken Lasso; or, The Rose of Ranch Robin.
418 Felix Fox, the Boy shone?-
425 Texas Trump. the Border Rattler.
436 Phil Flash, the New York Fox.
445 The City Vampires; or. Red Rolfe’s Pigeon;
461 One Against Flflyt or. The Last Man of Keno Bar.
470 The Boy Shadow; or, Felix Fox’s Hunt.
477 The Excelsior Sport; or, The Washington Spotter.
499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport.
502 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret.
512 Dodcer Dick, the Wharf-Spy Detective.
521 Dodger Dick’s Best Dodge.
528 Fox and Falcon, the Bowery Shadow.
1588 Dodzer Diek, the Dock Ferret.
548 Dodxer Dick’s Double; or, The Rlvsl Boy Mun.
558 Dodger Dick’s Desperate CB”-
563 Dodger Dick, ihe Boy Vldocq.

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572 Deadwood Dick, In, in Chicago. By E. 1.. Wheeler.

578 The Two Shadown. iiy T. C. Harhsuizh.

574 Old \Vcasel-top. the Man wiih the Dogs. By P. 3. Warm,

5?5 The Surgeon-Scout Detective. By C°1°nel Prentim
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576 The Silver Sport. By Liout.A. K. Sims.

5?? Pavement Pete, the Seetot Sifter. By .10 1’19ch.

578 Deadwood Dick, Jr., Afloat- By Edward L. Wheeler.

579 The Chimney Spy; or, Broadway Billy’s Surpriswl’sny.
By J. C. Cowdrick.

580 The Outcast Cadet; or, The False Detective. By Col.
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