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THE TIGERS nfin MAN’S LlNll

BY LlEUT. A. K. SIMS,
AUTHOR OF “THE SILVER SPORT,” “CAPTAIN
CACTUS,” “ THE DANDY or DODGE,”

ETC., ETC., ETC.

 

CHAPTER I.
ELI.

A WILD and lawless section is the belt of
country lying betwc en Western Kansas and the
Texas Panhandle, and known as the “ Neutral
Strip ” or “ No Man’s Land.” It is practically
without law or Gospel; belongs to no State or
Territory; has had no legislation in its behalf;

 

 

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A8 THAT TERRIBLE MISSILE OF DEATH DESCENDED, THE DISGUISED DETECTIVI apnavently forgotten by the general Govern-
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Saffron s01, the Man with a Shadow.

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Hence it has become, to a considerable extent,
a place of refuge for the reckless characters of
the border; and its population has a goodly per-
centage of men whose records would not bear
unrestigation.

Notwithstanding all this No Man‘s Land con-
tains many excellent people. The men who do
business in the little towns, di rnified by the
name of cities, are grenerally re iable; and the

a, growing scarcity of ‘overnment land has filled
 the country with honest squatters and boomers
of the Oklahoma type.

Eli, or the City of Eli, as it was vauutingly
named, lay on the wide, flat )lains between the
Cixnarrou River and the orth Fork of the
Canadian. The surrounding plains Were dotted
with rival towns, and the company backing this
particular infant city called it Eli, as expressive
of their belief that, in the race for permanency,
supremacy and prosperity, it would “ get
there. ” , ‘ ‘

Into this ragged shanty town, came, one dusty,
v. indy afternoon, a greasy Jew peddler, with a
liltlnxhl'OUS pack upon his shoulders.

His features were heavy and stolid, his dark
eyes dull and lusterless, and he was clad in a
rather dilapidated suit of black. The perspira-
xtion trickled in little rivulets down his dust-
‘laegrinied face, and his general appearance was
l‘ililly as unwholesome as that of the worst of his
«'1: i155.

Reaching a shady corner, be tossed his pack
to the ground, seated himself upon it, and
l'lnnppetl his face vigorously with a red ban-
Lanna.

" Ach, mine Gott!” he murmured, “dis vos de
,lmttest gountry dot I struck in a lonk vhile. 1t
this-l [)9 a hoonert und lefendeen tecrees in do
> hate alre’fyl If it gids mooch varmer, de
.1..»u.<:~s Vill gatch avire.”

The entrance of the Jew into the town had
attracted the attention of a number of loungers,
an! these soon collected about him in the grate-
ful shade of the building.

The Israelite evidently had no intention of
losing so rood an opportunity to dispose of his
wares. IEIe removed the straps from his pack
and spread out a gor eons array of cheap jew-
_,:elry, wearing appare , trinkets and the various
odds and ends which go to make up such an
.outli‘.

“Shendlemaus!” he cried, with a suave and
oily smile. “ I hat vhalked more as a hoonert
mile dot railroat erm vor de oxbress burbose
of Zeeing a down dd; vos named vor 8. Hebrew.
Eli vos a name dot you don’t oxbect to pe
ashamed of poody guick. Mine grandfodder
vos vhalk arount py dot names und I gan rec—
ommember so veil as yistertay‘dot he say undo
me: ‘Moses ’——dot vas my name, Moses Rosen-
thal—‘ ven you but some leedle poys und gyurls
.of your own pe zhure dot you names dbem Eli.

“ You hafe a putiful blace here, ahendlemans,
:50 putiful as dis diamont ring vol: I now show.
‘Dot rin vas vort vifty tollar in New York, but

, I vill se 1 him do you so sheap you vill t’ink dia-
’ meats” musd pe growing rount on de buffalo
, rass.

A would-be Sport snapped the 'ring up at a
dollar: and the bidding for gew-gaws and pinch-
.beck jewelry soon became lively. ’

Near the center of the crowd, eying the Jew
with a curious, questioning stare, was a stal-
wart young Irishman, dressed in a suit of pale-
green cloth, and whose reckless, dandified air
marked him as a sport and gambler, if not
worse. A glossy, silk tile surmounted his jetty
locks. ,His face was dark, but not especially
forbidding. It would have been handsome but
for the cruel smile that constantly lurked about

the firm lips.

The young Irishman was known in Eli as
Emerald Green. Few, however, believed that
to be his real name. Perhaps he bestowed the
name upon himself in memory of the home of
his early boyhood, the Emerald Isle. No trace
of the brogue could be detected in his speech,

5' and his general a pearance and manners indi-
" cated that he had ‘en in America almost from
his infancy.

“ It must surely be enlya queer resemblance!”
mused Emerald, as he stared at the greasy Jew.
“ Bob Brentwood couldn’t have come back to
life. No! that is the wildest idea. that ever ot
into m sill head. I never make a mista 9.
When ul on a man’s heart, as I did on the
heart of ob Brentwood, he is not apt to walk
around again in the flesh. ‘

" And then I had a good look at Brentwood’s
1309 after he fell, and if ever a man was dead he
certainlyl we.” _ .‘

‘He pu ed uneasily at his mustache and listen-
:ed attentively to the voice of the Jew.

“ But, yet, that sounds like Brentwood’s voice.

 

It is disguised, of course. Brentwood was good
at such things. He could make his voice sound
like the voice of a Chinaman, if he wanted to.

“ It seems to me that that is certainly Brent-

wood, and it seems equally Certain that it can-
not be. If it is, he is after me again; and I will
have to kill him a second time, for I won’t be
taken. ‘
. “ There is one thin sure. I don’t believe the
fellow is a JeW. He ooks like one, and yet his
nose is not strictly of the Jewish type. It is
Bob Brentwood’s. nose, for all the world!

“Perhaps it is not best to take any chances.
Brontwood was a detective, and whether this
fellow is Brentwood or not I am positive that he
is also a detective, rigged up in that Jew outfit.
It’s an old dodge, but have seen too many of
the guild at close uarters not to know the cut
of their jibs when run across them.

“ Now this detective is not here solely’for the
purpose of selling cheap jewelry. He is after
some one, and the chances are nine out of ten
that I am the individual wanted. No, it won’t
do to take any chances!”

Having reached this conclusion, Emerald
slowly worked his way out of the crowd and
disappeared.

There was another man in the throng, a sti‘an-
ger to Emerald, and, in fact, to most of the
people of Eli, who regarded the Jew with an
equally watchful and suspicious eye.

He leaned with ap ent carelessness against
an awning-post an smoked lazily at a cigar.
Yet he watched every movement of the ew,
without appearing to do so, and his ears care-
fulElfy drank in every word.

6 wasa small man, with a yellowish com-
plexion and glitterlng heady eyes. He had been
in Eli only a few weeks. Ostensibly he was a
broker and money-lender; and the tin sign that
creaked in the Wind above his office door bore
only the words, “ Saflr on Sol.”/ th0 he was or
where he came from no one knew.

As be t tively watched the peddler and noted,
every turlrlxlud accent of the latter’s voice, his
musings bore a strange similarity to those in-
dultred in by Emerald Green: ‘

“ f that isn’t Bob Brentwood it must be his
ghost. .1 saw Brentwood fall, and I know my
bullet killed him! Then, who is this ? It is
Brentwood’s face and figure, and Brentwood’s
voice. The disguise, and the Dutch-Jew dialect
don’t fool me worth a cent. That.’ fellow is a
detective, and he is after “some one, and that
some one isme. I’d be willing to bet a pile on
that .”’ '1

As the trafficking proceeded Sol’s face grew
more and more mystified, though, he evidently
tried to conceal it, and maintain his careless
manner. ’ ’

“ It’s enough to make a fellow believe in the
theory that dead men do sometimes return to
earth for purposes of vengeance. Who knows

but what our grandfathers were right and that

the dead do come back? Ugh! It gives me the
horrors! Dead or alive, I know that that is
Bob Brentwood‘!” ’

He removed his cigar, listened intently and
then continued:

“ Yes; that’s Brentwoodl If he’s a spirit, I’m
not much afraid of him. But he’s not a spirit.
Spirits don’t talk that way, and they wouldn’t
wear such greasy clothes. And I never heard
of a spirit going into the cheap 'ewelry and
second-hand clot in business. / e couldn’t
have been dead, as thought; though how he
could livewith that hole over his heart, beats
me. , Phew! It’s enough to run a mancrazyl”

He was about to turn away and seek relief for
his overcharged emotions in a change of scene,
when an event occurred to detain him. .

Emerald Green returned and mingled care-‘

lesly with the throng. Close at his heels came
the mayor and the marshal—for Eli, though
lawless, boasted a legal code of its own enact-
ment, and claimed to have odicials to carry its
provisions into eflect. .

“‘There’s the man i” cried the mayor, in a
loud voice, pointing to the 'Jew. “You will
arrest him at once, and I call on every man
hyer to assist in takin’ him, ‘if neces .”

A tremendous confusion instantly followed.
The J ew looked blanklv at the oficial and then
ran hdis dull eyes appealineg over the astonished
crow . . , v

“ Vot vos dis vor eh?” he managed to 951:,
after several ineffectual attempts. Dose rings
vet I zell vos shooat as I rebresenddhem! I but
here de cuarantee vrom de manuvacturairs dot
dose rings vos chenuiue Alaska. diamante, So
hellup me cracious, I vouldn’t sheet, a smkle
man dot leer in a down dot vos named like mine
grandfodder!” , i , x , .

“ We ain’t arrestin' you, old man, for cheatln’

 

anybody i” said the marshal, laying his hand 'on w
the Jew’s shoulder. “If men git bit a-buyin’
your truck, that’s their own lookout. We’re
arrestin’ you for sellin’ on the streets 0’ Eli
without a. proper license from the mare.”

' It was news to the citizens of Eli that such a
permit had to be procured.

“ 1 vos tolt dot no license voult pe sharged in
dis gountry, vot belonks to no man,” the Jew
protested. “ I A vos a strancher here, und I
t’ou ht dot you hat no laws like dot.”

“ ome along,” growled the marshal, shaking
him roughly. “ We don’t keer about listenin’
to a speech Jist now. Gether up er things. Ef
you have any proper excuse it’ be listened to
to-morrow.”

Seein that further protestations would be 01
no avai , the Jew huddled his goods into the
pack, and followed the marshal to the little jail,
where he was incarcerated for the night. .

CHAPTER II.
THE TIME-BOMB.

AFTER Emerald Green had wormed his way
out of the crowd surrounding the Jew he slipped
into a by—street and hurried to the office of
Grizzly Martin, the mayor.

“Eh! what’s up?” demanded Martin, as Em-
erald rushed breathlessly into the office. “ You
look like you’d seen a ghost."

“ Something more dangerous to us than a
ghost, I’m afraid,” averred the Irishman, sink-
ing ipto a chair and stroking his mustache ner- .
vous . ‘

Martin could only scratch his grizzled head
and stare wonderineg at his visitor. _

“ Yes,” continued Emerald. “ It’s worse than
a ghost, as far as we’re concerned. There is a
detective in‘ the town!” .

Martin leaped from his seat as if a pistol had
been fired at him. I
f “WA detective?” he gasped. “What’s he hyer

er.

“ I’m not positive, of courso,” with a smile at .
Martin’s startled face and staring eyes. “But
my opinion is that a couple of men about an—
swering our description wouldn’t be far from
the mark. There are others, but we, as promi- §
nent men, would be struck at first." ‘ '

“ Where is the teller?” growled the mayor,
savagely.’ “Curse his pictur’, we’ll have to
down him! You ain’t mistaken about this, I
reckon?” 3 _ ‘

“ No, I can’t be. I’ve seen the man before.
He’s at the corner below now, entertainin a :
boys. His namei Bob BrentWOOd, and €18
one of the shrewd st detectives in the Uni
States today.”

“ What, that greasy old J ew? Oh, you must
be awa off.” .

“ Not a bit of it, Grizzly,” Emerald asserted,
stouay. , ‘
“ ell, ef you’re certain about it, somethin’
ought to be done. It seems like a big story to
swaller. What’s your idea? I suppose you’ve
cooked up some kind of a plan?” “ 7,

“Yes; I have! But you're the man to carry , ,‘
it out. You must have the fellow arrested and " ’
thrown into jail. I will take care to see that'he’
never comes out alive 1” v r ‘

“But he ain’t a-doin’ anything that we kin ' ;’
arrest him fer, as I kin see!” Grizzly .re plied, "
thoughtfully. “ We’ll have to charge him with 
somethin’, you know. We’ll have ' to portend
that the law is a-backin’ us, even ef it ain’t.” 3

“ Pull him for selling on the streets without a
licensol” the Irishman suggested. . v '

. “t gain’t anything said in our law on the sub- . -
Jec - \ i '

“ No!” Emerald admitted. ' “i There isn’t; .
But you’ll be safe in taking that course. This
is the first case of the kind. The Jew is the; ;j
first peddler that ever struck the town of Eli.
Hence, there has been no occasion ’until now,
for an action upon the subject. 13 the intent
ests o be merchants of the town you can take I
the law into your own hands. The Jew is tak- -
ing custom from them; and they’ll stand by you i

in any effort you may make to stop it. You'see  1 ._

the ointi?” I ;
’ “ ou bet!” said Grizzly, seizing his hat. ,
“ I’ll put him in jail fer rolvbin’ our citizens of ,
their rights. ‘Then ef somebody gits awa
with the galoot durin’ the night, nobody can
blame me for it.” ’
He called to the marshal, and the three pro-
ceeded to the shady corner, on-the main street,
where the arrest of the Jew promptly followed.
The lights still blazed in the saloons and;
gambling housea—though everything except that '1'
night-hawks had retired~when the format
man slipped forward through the darkness.
ward the little Jall. . i ' . ' _. ,
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tile was replaced by a soft felt hat, which was
drawn far over his face as a disguise.

As he neared the building he removed the
covering from some small object which he car-
ried in his hand.

Not a sound came from the building to indi-
cate that it-was occupied.

“ Perhaps the fellow is asleep!” he muttered.
“ So much the better, if he is!”

He stooped to the earth and crept carefully to
the rear of the jail.

The building rested on stone pillars and the
strong floor was at least two feet above the
ground.

Under this floor crept the midnight prowler.
When he had reached the center he stOpped, and
placed the article he carried carefully upon the
ground.

Then he struck a match, taking particular
pains to so hold it that no passer~by could see its
light.

tThe blaze illuminated a small circle in front
of him, and revealed the fact that the mysteri-
ous object was a dynamite bomb, having a
clock-work attachment by which it could be ex-
ploded.

“I’ll set the thing so that it will not explode
for thirty minutes!” he said to himself, as calm-
ly as if he were not contemplating deliberate
murder. “This will give me time to mingle
with the boys in such a way that no one will
ever dream thet I had a hand in the thing!”

He started the clock-work, arranging it so
that the bomb would be fired in thirty minutes.
Then he threw down the burnt-out match, crept
from beneath the building and wriggled away
through the grass like some foul reptile.

It was his intention to proceed at once to some
saloon and there await the explOSion. But his
intense anxiety and curiosity overcame this
prudent resolve. When he had reached a safe
distance be halted to look back at the dark
building. beneath which the devilish clock-work

‘was ticking off the fatal minutes.

As he looked, the terrible fascination of the
foul crime contemplated, chained him to the
He took out his watch, held it in his
hand, and proceeded to count the seconds.

While thus engaged, another dark form,
crouching low to avoid observation, approached
the little jail. Emerald did not see this dark
form, and had no thought that another would-
be assassin was lurking near.

The man approached the rear of the building,

shoved some articles in front of him and crept
quietly after.

“It will not be a difficult matter to cut
through this floor. Brentwood is no doubt

:asleep by this time."

It was the low voice of Saffron Sol.

He produced a delicate saw and some cutting
instruments and began a careful examination of
the floor.

“ An easy trick to cut through there!” he
muttered. “ And I can do the job so lightly
that it wouldn’t wakea cat. Ghost or no ghost,
that infernal detective won’t escape mo this
time. There may have been some mistake about
that bullet, but if I put a knife into him he’ll
not walk around again, unless he really is a
spirit.” _

Saffron Sol stopped and glared around inquir-
inglly. The ticking of the clock-work had come
to is ears.

“ What’s that?” he questioned hoarsely.

If his salIow face could have been observed, it
would have been seen that it had taken on a
ghastly, sickly hue. His hands shook and a
craven fear took possession of him.

As he listened to the steady ticking he became
almost palsied with fright.

“ It must be a time bomb!” he muttered. “ If
so, I will, be killed before I can get out of here!

6‘  1‘

h He gave a great gasp, I,as a new idea came to
1m.

“ Maybe some drunken fool has crawled un-
der here and it’s his watch that I hear. It must
be, for who would want to blow up the jail?”

He extracted a match from his pocket and
proceeded to strike it, with an unsteady hand.

As it flared up, the bomb lay plainly revealed.
almost at his feet.

He could not repress a cry; and his hand

~ shook so that the match fell from it and was ex-

tinguished.
‘ The thing will explode before I can get out
of here!” he exclaimed, in a horrified tone, at
the same time fumbling for another match.
“ I must stop that clock-work l”

He struck this second match and as its flame

broke through the darkness, be seized the ham-

mer that hung [poised over the bomb and

'wrenched it from its fastening.

 

“There!” he murmured, with a breath of re-
lief, as he sunk back exhausted, and almost
fainting, while the expiring match fell from his
nerveless fingers. “ Five seconds more and I
would have been blown into eternity!”

The whispered words were almost gurgled, so
great had been his fright and excitement.

“ Now, the question arises, why was that
bomb pIaCed under here?”

The danger past, he was growing cooler, and
so natural a query could not fail to come upper—
most in his mind.

He could not answer it satisfactorily. He was
about to abandon his project of cutting through
the floor, and beat a retreat, when a form ap-
)c.ared in the dim light at the opening by which

e had gained entrance.

It was Emerald Green, who had seen the
flickering match and now came to investigate.
He had waited until the ticking of his watch
had informed him that the time for the explo—
sion had more than passed, and he determined
to‘learn the cause of the failure.

He believed it to be due to an accomplice of
the Jew, for the latter could scarcely get through
that heavy floor. Besides no sounds had come
to indicate that the Jew was aware of his peril.
. Saffron Sol crouched low and held his breath
in sus )ense.

“V ho is under there?” demanded Emerald,
speaking in a guarded tone.

There was no reply.

“ Speak out, or will open fire!” he cried,
raising his voice. “ There is some one under
there. I saw the light, and I will fill you full
of holes, if you don’t speak up!”

The answer was a shot from the revolver of
Eaffron Sol; and the sport staggered back as if

it.

He was not touched, however, and began fir-
ing back at the concealed man.

“Jupiter! that won’t do!” he cried, “I may
hit the bomb and we’ll all be killed together.
No I must get assistance.”

He raised his voice in a cry for help, and the
gamesters who had already been drawn into the
streets by the firing, came running toward him.

“ Send for the mayor and marshal!” was his
command. “ There is a man under there who
has been trying to release the prisoners.”

CHAPTER III.
SAFFRON son’s DEFIANCE.

A COUPLE of men darted away to summon
those city officials; and Emerald began a hur-
ried explanation, of how he came to discover the
presence of the concealed man.

Saffron Sol did not stop to listen to this
manufactured explanation. He thought only
of flight, and commenced to look carefully
about to see if there was not some way by
which he might escape.

The building was raised from the ground upon
all Sides, but the aperture at the rear was by far
the largest. At the front the ground had been
cut away to obtain a level, and there the pillars
supphorting the structure almost touched the
cart .

Yet it was the only way by which escape
seemed possible, the other wall of the jail being
closely watched by the men who had come for-
ward at Emerald’s call.

He had a. hatchet among the tools he had
brought, and S01 was not long in deciding that
his route to freedom lay by way of the frOnt.

It was the work of only a few minutes to ex-
cavate enougil‘iiearth to permit the passage of
his body. utiously he crept through, then
crouched low and peered about in the darkness.
The way seemed clear.

Not wishing to abandon his tools he thrust
his head and shoulders again under the building
and proceeded to draw them out. He did not
forget the dynamite bomb, but drew it out also,
handling it as carefully as if it had been an egg.

The time lost in these operations resulted dis-
astrously.

As he emerged from the building, with the
bomb in his hands, the mayor and marshal
dashed around the corner.

“ Hyer he is!” cried the mayor, seizing him
by the heels and dragging him bodily into the
street. “ Hyer’s the scoundrcl that’s been try-
in’ to let out that sneakin’ Jew.”

Biit Saffron Sol did not intend to be taken in
that manner. He drew back one foot and gave
the mayor such a stunning and blinding kick
in the face that the latter went over backward,
with a. bowl of pain.

Before the marshal could lay hold of him.
Saffron bounded to his feet. and made an at-
tem t at flight. This was prevented by Emer-
ald reen and his followers.

Knowing by the noise in front that important

 

 

events were there transpiring, they streamed
around the corners of the jai , thus effectually
preventing a dash in either of those directions.

The marshal, with drawn revolver, barred
the way to the street, and the hunted man seem-
ed dooincd to capture.

Quick as a flash one hand swept to his face.
When it dropped again at his side, his features
were concealed by a mask, through the holes
of which his eyes glared like twin coals of fire.
No one had yet recognized him and he evidently
did not intend they should.

Raising the deadly bomb high in the air, he
cried desperately, in a high-keyed and assumed
voice:

“ Back, every one of you! This is a dyna-
mite bomb that I hold in my band, and so sure
as you press me I will hurl it into your midst,
if 1 die for it the next minute!”

There was one in the throng who knew that
he spoke the truth, in regard to the ossession
of the bomb. That one was Emera (1 Green;
and the agility and quickness with which he re—
treatcd from the dangerous locality would have
done credit to an athlete.

The others, startled by the threat, followed
Emerald’s example.

“Who air you, anywa '9” thundered the
marshal, producing a bull s-cye lantern and
flashing its light upon the masked face. .

A horrible gurgling laugh came from behind
the mask.

“ I am a man who cares no more for his life
than the turning of a card. There is a shadow
on my past that gives me no rest, day or night.
That shadow, gentlemen, has driven me to the
verge of madness. Sometimes I want to live
and sometimes death seems as alluring as life.
To-night is one of my reckless times: and I
would as soon (he by this bomb as in any other
way!

“Once again I give you warning. If you
crowd me, I will hurl it into your midst.” I

“Down with him!” shouted Grizzly Martin,
drawing a revolver.

“ Shoot, gentlemen, if you will !” Saffron Sol
replied, qluite calmly, but in the same disguised
voice. “ f you do, however, you must know
that this bomb will fall noon the stones at my
feet. I may go first; but . can assure you that
you will overtake me before I am far on my
journey.”

His coolness and calmness awed the turbulent
men into silence. None of them cared to be
hurled so unceremoniously into eternity.

“ I will have to arrest you !” declared the
marshal, sternly. “ You have been tryin’ to
release the Jew, and we can’t stand no sech
racket as that.” .

“ Take me, if you dare!” Saffron-cried, back-
ing slowly toward the opening, which had been
left by Emerald and his adherents when they
retreated.

“ I had no wish to aid the Jew to escape. On

the contrary, I assure you that I came here-

with the intention of killing him! It seems that

mome one else had similar intentions; for when
I crawled under the jail to cut my way_to him,
I found this bomb, so arranged that it would
have exploded in a very few seconds.”

All this time he had continued his slow retro-
gression, and had now passed the corner of the
building. '

Emerald Green, with his backers, was upon
that side; but the Irishman was too well aware
of the deadly nature of that inissde to attempt
to crowd the reckless man who held it.

“Stop him, war there!” yelled themarshal.
“ He’ll git away in a minute more.”

“ Stop him yourself!” answered one of the
sports, “ Do you think I want my head blown
off with that thing?”

“ Fair warning!” shrieked Saffron as he
frenziedly swung the terrible bomb about his
head. “ I tell you I will not be taken! If you
push me you must take the consequences. If I
throw this bomb at our feet, there will not be
a man of you left alive to tell the tale!” .

He continued to back slowly away, shouting
his warnings and swinging the bomb.

“ I don’t b’lieve he’s got any dynamite!”
called out the marshal. “I don’t prOpose to let
any man walk off from me that way. That’s a
game of bluff.

09s!”

He lifted his revolver as he spoke.

“ Do you want to kill us all?” cried Emerald,
leaping to the officer’s side and wresting the
revolver from his hand. _“ We’re not rose to
die yet, even if you are. I feel sure the to ow
is telling the truth, and he’s just desperate
enough to do as he says.”

The excited crowd surged for a moment
around Emerald Green and the marshal.

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4 Saffron Sol, the Man with a Shadow.

 

 

Taking advantage of the opportunity thus
offered, affron Sol dashed around the building
and ran for the nearest alley.

“ There he goes!" howled the marshal, en-
raged at the escape of the man in disguise. “ I
don’t b‘lievc he’s got a bomb; an’ if you’d ’a’
ke ’ your hands off 0’ me, I’d ’a’ downed him.”

e wrested himself from Enierald’s detaining
grasp and darted in pursuit, the excited mob
streaming along at his heels.

By this time Sol had reached the alley, up
which he dashed with surprising speed. Be—
lieving that the town was becoming aroused,
and that if he continued his flight. he would be
captured before he reached the plains beyond,
he darted into the rear of a livery stable.

Here he transferred the mask and the bomb
to the pockets of his coat.

At that moment the marshal hurried by, fol-
lowed by the bowling mob. When they had
passed, he hastened after them.

‘_‘ What’s up?” he cried, in his natural tone of
veice, as he overtook the hindmost.

“ After a murderin’ galoot thet’s gone up this
’ere wa i” was the answer.

“ Is t at so?” Saffron exclaimed. “ Who did
he kill?”

The man explained the situation, as Saffron
ran along at his side.

“ A singular case!” declared Saffron. “We
must find the fellow and get something more of
an explanation out of him.”

He became at once one of the most industri-
ouspf the heaters: and remained with the party
until morning, when the search was given over
as useless.

 

CHAPTER IV.
ROSENTHAL OPENS A SHOP.
. W?HAT of the Jew during this time of confu-
8101']

He had taken matters quite coolly when placed
in the jail, knowing that protestations would be
useless.

No provision was made for supplying him
with food and drink; but he appeared notto
mind this in the least. When night came he
unrolled his pack and extracted some eatables
that, from the manner in which he devoured
them, seemed quite palatable.

He also drew a blanket from the pack. Plac-
ing one of his boots under his head for a illow,
be stretched his form at length on the b anket,
apparently having neither care nor fear for the
future.

He was first aroused by the pitosl—shot fired
by Saffron Sol from beneath the buildin . If
he had been sleeping, he was now, at fieast
Wide awake.

“ Achl mein Gottl” he exclaimed, in a low
tone, sitting bolt upright.

The shot was answered by one from Emerald,
causmg the Jew to shift his position uneasily.

He quickly comprehended from the words
that some one had been attemptin to gain an
entrance to the jail; and he shuddgered slightly
as he learned that the man held a dynamite
bomb in his hand.

He was keenly alive to the exciting events
that followed; and listened eagerly to every
word that was uttered.

Fearing that an attempt might be made to
break in the jail door, he drew a revolver from
some place of concealment and held it in readi-
ness to re 1 an attack.

He rep aced it, with a sigh of relief, as the
mob rolled away in pursuit of Saffron Sol.

When the marshal visited him, in the early
hours of the morning, he was apparently sleep-
ing as peacefully as an infant.

“ Vot vas dose rackeds apout outsite de chail
last night?” he asked, Opening his eyes and
yawning heavily. '

“ Somebody tried to blow ye up with dyna-
mite!" replied the marshal.

“ Oh, mine gootnessl Vos dot so?”

He leaped to his feet excitedly, and stared at
the officer in open-mouthed astonishment.

“ Vot vor vos dot, eh ?”

“ Don’t know; and hain’t got time to answer
questions, now! Hyer’s some grub; and some
water in this tin-cup. Eat yer fill. fer you’ll
have to appear before the mare in about an hour
from now. ’

The Jew was eating greedily, before the mar-
shal had finished talking, seeming to have no
Wlsh beyond satisfying his hunger and thirst.

At about the same time, Emerald Green was
closeted with the mayor.

The young Irishman was greatly excited over
the events of the hi ht.

“ I tell you, Grizz y,” be was saying, “ it won’t
do to let that Jew hang around here. Be is
dangerous! and, as you can see yourself, be has

 

confederates. He must either be killed or run
out of the town l”

Martin had been combating the idea that the
Jew was a detective.

“ Well, how air you a- oin’ to do it?” the
mayor asked, doggedly. “ think myself, that
your’re away off. That Jew seems to me jest
what he looks to be. How air you a-goin to
prove that he ain’t?

“And then, even if he ain’t the clean,white
artikel, how will you git the people of Eli to be-
lieve you? You must recollect that there air a
good many square men in this town. And then,
the town company wouldn’t allow no roots to be
played onto a feller. They’re a-tryin’ to induce
men to move in hyer an’ settle up the country.
What makes you so everlastin’ certain the chap’s
a detective, anyway?”

Emerald did not care to answer this question,
and so ignored it by asking another:

“ Couldn’t you hold him in jail another night?
I’d guarantee to lay him out if I had another op
portunity.”

“ Couldn’t do it ’thout losin’ my lacel” an-
swered Grizzly, with a shake of his end. “ I
am holdin’ him a little irreg’lar now, but no—
body’ll kick as long as I pretend it’s fer the cr-
tection of our home trade. But, I can’t old
him forever on a little thing like that. And be~
sides, I don’t like that bomb business you was a-
tryin’ to work last night.”

“ Well, something must be done! If it isn’t,
I tell you, Grizzly, you’re not only likely to lose
your position, but you’ll lose your life.’

Martin laughed.

“ You’re excited, Emerald; that’s all. You
allow your head-piece to git away with you.
Not that you ain’t got sense; for you have. But
your imagination’s been r’iled up so’t you can’t
see anything straight.”

“ Enough of this!” Emerald exclaimed, rising
somewhat angrily. “ You will find, when it’s too
late, that I am right in the matter. Do you pro-
pOSe to do anything, or do you not?”

“ Well, yes! I’ll have the Jew brought before
me in a little while; and then I’ll fine him so
that he’ll be glad to git out o’ the country.”

“ The old fool!” Emerald exclaimed, w on he
had gained the street. “ I couldn’t tell him why
I am so sure of my man. That wouldn’t do at
all. Grizzl knows what I am here, and that
knowledge 8 black enough. I don’t care to tell '
him what I have been in the past.”

An hour later, the Jew was ushered into the
little office occupied by the mayor.

“ You’re accused o peddlin’ goods without a
license, my friend!” said the mayor, assuminga
magisterial air. “ What’s our name?”

“ Moses Rosenthall” replied the Jew, prompt-
ly enough. .

“ Well, Mr. Rosenthal, you must know that
anything 0’ that kind can’t be allowed in this
hyer town. Our merchants pays an occupation
tax; and you will see yerself that it wouldn’t be
right to allow outsiders to come in and take
awa their business.

“ ow, of you think you will move on and
not repeat the offense, why, I’ll be kinder light
on you. Otherwise I’ll have to sock it to you
rather heavy.”

A number of spectators had dropped in; and
Grizzly was wise enough to see that the use of
harsh words would be poor policy.

The Jew also recognized the advantage which
the resence of the spectators afforded him.

" ow mooch apout vos dose oggnbation
daxes? Dis vos a poody goot down vor pizness,
I dinks me.” .

“ You’d better move on!” Grizzly answered,
with a frown. “The boys don’t like the looks
0’ certain things that happened last night; and,
in consekence, the place ain’t likely to be healthy
feil‘qyou.”

oticing that there was a dogged look on the
Jew’s facc, and that he seemed to have no in-
tention of accepting this extra-judicial advice,
the mayor promptly imposed a heavy fine.

“ And you kin go to jail until it‘s paid!” he
added, savagely.

To his surprise and disgust the Jew drew out
a well-filled wallet, paid the fine without pro-
testation, and asked for an occupation permit.

A glance over the faces of the s ectators
showed that they rather relished the sraelite’s

rit.

g “ I dinks me dot I vill sday in dis down. Id
vos a poody goot down, und id vos named like
mine grandfodder. I haf more as a t’ousand
tollars vort‘ of clodings und chewelry in dot
back; und uff I gan‘t zell id mitoud going
reck’lar indo de pizness, vhy, den I goes reck’lar
indo de piznem.”

In vain did the mayor try to induce him, by
argument, to leave the town. He dared not be

 

harsh, or attempt severe measures in the pres.
ence of those dismterested spectators.

“ Well, I’ll make out er license!” he said .
finally, in hot anger. “ ut I warn you that I
can’t be responsible fer anything that may hap-
pen to any shanty that you may move into.”

He hoped that no one would rent the Jew a
place in which to conduct business, after that
warning. But he was doomed to disappoint—
ment. The Jew’s money unlocked a very com-
modious room on the main street; and the next
day Rosenthal announced to the citizens of Eli
that he had opened a shop.

CHAPTER V.
THE EMERALD TIGERS.

TWENTY miles from Eli there is a cedar
gorge. An irregular cavern of considerable
extent opens into it from the bluffs. The
scrubby cedars and low-growing bushes so con-
ceal the month of this cavern that it would
require a close search for any one unacquainteii
with the place to find it.

On the afternoon succeeding the bomb ex—
citement, a dozen Well-armed horsemen filed
slowly into the gorge, at a pomt about a mile
above the secret cavern.

They had come from the plains to the west—
ward. They were a villainous—looking crew,
mounted on strong, wiry ponies. In their
midst was a boy of ten, bound and blindfolded.
There were traces of tears on his face, and his
wretched and terror-stricken appearance would
have a pealed to any heart not wholly com-
posed 0? stone. '

“ That war a good haul we made l” said the
hatchet-faced leader, addressing one of his sub-
ordinates, and jerking his thumb toward the-
boy. “ Ef the boss ain’t pleased With that,
’tain’t no use tryin’to lease ’im. That kid’s-
worth five thousand dol are to us. Givin’ the
boss fiVe hundred, which is his tenth int’rust,
that’ll still leave a big pile fer us to divvy.

“ Ole Ben Williamson ’1] be jest ro’rin’, fight-
in’ mad when he gits back to his ranch and
finds his kid gone. But 1 calc’late he’ll come
down handsome, ef the boss’ll jest write him a
perlite note, sayin”t the kid’s where he can’t
never find ’im, an’ that ef he ever wants to seeI
’i'm ag’in, he must come down with the stamps,
and ax no questions.

“A thing like that’ll fetch the best of ’em.
Williamson ’u’d sell ev’ry huff he’s got to save
that thar boy.” . .

The hatchet-faced scoundrel indulged in a.

hard, metallic cackle, which he intended for a
laugh, and in which his subordinate obediently
'oined.
J They had been on a general raid to the west-
ward, in search of anything that they could
turn into mone , without too much danger to'
themselves. inding that Williamson was-
away from his ranch with all his herders, they
masked themsalves and rode fearlessly up to the
ranch-house. _

The negro cook and little Robbie Williamson,
the ranchman’s son, were alone upon the place.

The sight of these masked riders, who seemed
to have sprung so mysteriously out of the-
ground, frightened the old negro alf out of his.
senses.

“ oan’ kill us, boss! Doan’ kill us, an’ we’ll
do whateber you axes us to.” _

The negro lifted his hands imploringly, while
Robbie clung, sobbing. to his knees.

“ Shet u yer yawp!” was the brutal answer.
“We’ll take the boy, but we don’t care any-
thing fer you.”

“ Oh, boss, doan’ take de boy! Take de ore
Qle nigger what ain’t good fur nuflin; but oan’
take ole master’s boy. ’ _

He drew the boy to him and tried to shield.
him in his arms. a

A savage blow in the face was the responsefo
this pathetic appeal; and before he could rise
he was set upon by some of the heartless
wretches and securely bound and gagged.

Leaving him thus, they Seized the boy, huro
ried to their homes and galloped rapidly away.

As they descended into the gorge. a man rode
from among the scrubh thickets and advanced
to meet them. It was merald Green.

‘~ What have you got there?” he asked, scarce-
ly noticing the awkward salute given by the
hatchet-faced man. He was evidently nervous
and ill at ease.

“ You’ll get us into trouble, Bunk Darby l” he'
exclaimed, with a frown, when his question had
been fully and satisfactorily answered. “We
can’t afford to take such risks. Rustling stock
and the road-a ent racket is about all we ought
to try to atten to.” .

“ But look at the mone in the thing!” argued
Darby. “ Why, boss, W liamson ’11 come down

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with five thousand dollars to git that boy out 0’

And I can t see as
it’s any more dangerous than the t’other things
you mention.”

“Perha s not!” Emerald answered, with a
troubled 00k. “But I came down to-day ex-
pressly to warn you of the peril that is now
hanging over the Emerald Tigers. I intended
to tell you to hold up and do nothing until you
had further orders from me.”

He had paid no heed to the pitiable condition
of the boy, showing that he was as heartless and
lacking in feeling as tho tigers of the jungle,
after which he called his band.

The Tigers crowded around him for an ex-
planation of his mysterious words; and he de-
tailed to them at length the events with which
the reader is acquainted.

“ Now, I am satisfied,” he said, after con-
cluding the narration, “that this detective is
here for the express purprose of hunting us
down. I know it! I have seen the man before.
His name is Bob Breutwood, and he is a regular
bloodhound on the trail.

“ So you can see why I am sorry you took the
boy. It will raise a fresh hue and cry against
us, and may give Brentwood some dangerous
points. If he leagues himself with old Ben Will-
iamson they will be likely to make it mighty
hot for us. Williamson has the money and
Brentw0od has the pluck and brains.” '

“Ef they crowd us, we kin out the kid’s
throat!”

The desperate look of a hunted wolf crept into
Darby’s evil face, as he said this.

"Don’t you dare do anything of the kind,
Darby l” Emerald exclaimed, almost fiercely.
“ Do you want to put a rope around the neck of
every one of us? Tliat’s what you’d dol The
earth wouldn’t be big enoughle hold us if we
killed Ben Williamson’s son. onoy would be
poured out like water, and there would be a
dozen detectives on every man‘s track inside of
a month. No! don’t do that, Darby, unless
you‘re getting wonderfully tired of living; which
I don’t think is the case.”

“Why can’t we git this hyer ransom I was
give the country the

ing the troubled look in his master’s e es.

“ Perhaps we can i” Emerald replie , thought-
fully. “ I will see—”

“ There’s a hull wheen o’ fellers comin’ round
the benzl yenderl” shouted one of the Tigers, ex~

~citedly.

“It’s ole Ben Williamson an’ his cowboys!”

cried Bunk Darby, as be straightened up in his
.saddle and stared at the still-distant but rapidly-

npproaching horsemen. “ How he found the
thing out so quick is what gits me. He haiii’t
had time to trail us hyer frum the ranch.”

“It won’t do any good to run!” said Emerald.
“ They’ve seen us, and are coming end on. You
fellows were disguised when you got the boy, I

suppose?”

“ You bet!”

“ Then he can’t know certain that we’re the
men, if he hasn’t trailed us. Hustle that boy to
the cave as quick as you can; and I’ll see what
a slick tongue can do toward throwing him off
the scent.”

The boy commenced to scream and shout, as
he heard this command, with the hope of at—
tracting the attention of his father.

“ Shet up l” cried Darby, dragging him hastily
from the horse. “ Ef you make us too much
trouble, I’ll slit yer weasen anyway, an’ take
the chances.”

This savage threat did not silence the little
fellow, for he continued his cries and struggles
until stricken into insensibility by a blow from
Darby’s heavy list.

“ Now, h’ist him to the cave!” he commanded.

Two men grasped the limp form and hurried
with it into the concealment afforded by the
low-growing cedars.

“ They are too far away to have seen that!”
Emerald observed, mounting a stone. “ Now
for some theatricals!

“ We’re a lot of boomers, you understand,
holding a secret meeting. “ You’re horny-
handed sons of toil, or at least vou wantto be,
.and, I’m a slick citizen .from li, haranguing
you in regard to the glOl‘lOllS a ricultural pos-
sibilities of this country. S110 meetings are
being held every week, and We might as well
hold one as anybody.

“ It’s the duty of Congress to open this coun-
try for settlement and no longer allow it to re-
main simply a place of refuge for eVil men. We
have petitioned that honorable body to take some

,, action in the matter, and We believe such action

will be taken, at an early day. Therefore, we,
the first-comers to this country, must band to-

 

gether to protect ourselves in our individual
rights.

“ We are only squatters to—day, but to-mor-
row we may be claim-holders, fully recognized
and protected by the Government. As soon as
the telegraph carries the news that the country
known as the Neutral Strip, Cimarron and No
Man’s Land, has been opened to settlers, thou-
sandsof men will at once flock in here.

“ First come first served, is the rule ata Land
Office. Others may file on the claims we have
picked out for ourselves, and we will have no
redress except by the strong arm of might.
Therefore we must organize and stand by each
other. Friends, you ‘ ketch oni’”

He drew from his pockets a sectional map of
the country and a copy of the constitution and
by-laws adopted by the men calling themselves
“ boomers ;” and at once launched into a speech
which would have seemed the genuine article to
one unacqnainted with the case.

In this strain he was pouring forth when
Williamson and his cowboys cluttered down the
gorge. '

"Glad to see youl We’re holding a quiet
boomer meeting; and no doubt you’re interested
in the subject.”

He paused only long enough to say this; and
then hurried on with his address.

Williamson looked at the crowd with an
angry and suspicious eye.

“ I hain’t much use for chaps that are always
trying to set the country afire with their talk!”
he cried, scornfully.

Emerald paused, as if dumfounded.

“ No there’s too much of that always going
on. If you’ll hold your tongue a bit, I’d like to
put in a word.”

“ Certainly!” Emerald replied quite smooth-
ly, Seating himself upon the stone.

“ One 0’ my cowbo '5 went to the ranch a few
hours ago and foun my nigger cook tied up
and my boy gone!” said \Villiamson, hotly,
launching at once into the subject. “ The chaps
that did it come this way; and when I got the
news I headed straight across the country, ex-
pectin’ to strike them or their trail.

“I hain’t seen anybody but you; and as it is
about where they ought to be, I believe you are
the men ."’

He whipped out his revolver, as he spoke, and
his example was followed by the cowboys.

t The discussion that followed was hot and bit-
er.

“ If we’re the men you’re after,”-said Emer-
ald, finally, “ where is the boy?”

“ You’ve hid him somewhere, curse youl”
shouted the frenzied father.

“ I live at Eli!” Emerald replied, putting on a
bold front. “ I am well known there; and you
have seen me in the place frequently. I have
not seen your boy. Make all the search you
want to; and if you think I am not telling the
truth you know where to find me at any time.”

A search was begun and carried out in as
systematic a manner as possible. Nothing was
discovered, however, and \Villiamson, half-
frantic from rage and grief, was at last forced
to ride away.

But it was with a threat on his lips:

“I know you, Emerald Green, and I know
that you are no better than you ought to be. If
a hair of m boy’s head is harmed, and I find
that you ha a hand in it, I will have you hung
for it,,1f it costs me my last dollar and forty
ives.

 

CHAPTER VI.
“THE sQUA'rrua’s REST.”

THE shop of Moses Rosentha], the Jew, ad-
joined one of the most notorious saloons in the
town of Eli.

The proprietor of the saloon was a Missourian
named Gabriel Crane, and his long legs, long
neck, and beak-like nose gave to his figure a
{ancied resemblance to the bird whose name he

)ore.

He had named the saloon “The Squatter’s
Rest,” and it was one of Emerald Green’s fa-
v.:rite resorts.

During the night after'the events chronicled
in the preceding chapter, or rather during the
early hours of the morning of the next day, the
young Irishman paid a stealthy visit to this
saloon.

A shadow crept Softly along behind him, and
if the darkness had not been so intense the
shadow would have stood revealed as Rosenthal,
the Jew.

Emerald proceeded to a little mom in which a
lamp was dimly burning, carefully unlocking

and locking each door through which he passed.
And behind him, like the shadow he seemed,
crept the Jew, also unlocking and locking the

 

doors, and imitating the Irishman’s every move—
ment.

When Emerald
crouched in front 0
eye to the keyhole.

In addition to Emerald, the room contained
Grizzly Martin, the mayor, and Gabriel Crane,
the saloon-keeper.

“ I thought 1’ would find you here,” said
Emerald, helping himself to a chair, “ and I
also thought it best to come in without making
any noise, as l have something important to
communicate, which I don’t care to publish to
the world.”

“ Found out anything cert’in about that
Jew?” asked Grizzly, pushing back from the
table.

“No, I haven’t,” with a light laugh. “ No
more than I know already—thathe’sadetective.
A fact you’ll discover also, sooner or later.

“ I'm just in from the lair of the Tigers, and 1
came. to tell you that I’m afraid we’re to have
old Ben W'illiaiiison on top of our backs, as Well
as this Jew. ‘ '

Having thus opened the subject, he plunged
into it rapidly, detailin and explaining every—
thing that had occurref.

“ You see it puts me in bad shape, if William-
son should discover anything. bad a notion
at first to turn the boy loose on the prairie. But, '
after thinking it over, I concluded that that
wouldn’t keep Williamson from proceeding
with his search ;——and then, I would like to
assist in handling that little chunk of ransom
money.

“So Iordered the boys to conceal the trail
they had left. Then make another, coming
from the o posite direction: and scatter, as if

ained the room, the Jew
the door and applied one

they had eft the boomer meeting in little
squads. The boy is safe in the cave and well
guarded. I pulled the wool over Williamson’s

eyes rather handsome—suspicious as he is—and
I dare say he don’t dream that he was within
less than a mile of where his boy is hidden.”

“ In the morning I intend to write him a note,
which I shall date from somewhere in the Pan-
handle country, telling him he can have his boy
if he’will come down with the proper amount of
dust. "

The Jew waited to hear no more; but left the
building as he had entered it, and stole softly to
his shop.

He emerged a little later, went to the stable
where he kept a horse he had bought since en-
tering the town, and rode through a dark alley
to the open plains.

Once out of the town he put spurs to his horse
and dashed rapidly away, heading toward Wil—
liainsoii’s ranch, many miles distant.

As the sun came up out of the broad, prairie-
like expanse, he noticed a horseman ridin
across the country at an acute angle to the di-
rection he was pursuing.

He could see the man quite plainly. His form
seemed slightly familiar and he Iiud ed he had
noticed him on the streets of E . here was
nothing in the appearance of the unknown
horseman to suggest peril to himself; and the
Jew scarcely gave him a passing thought.

If accosted by the man he intended to state
that he was on his way to an adjoining town on
a business errand.

After a little, the man and horse disappeared
in a gullyz—quite a natural occurrence in a
country cut up by ravines.

Rosenthal rode straight on, his mind busy
with the information he had gained at the
Squatter’s Rest. _

When within fifty yards of the gully, a Jet of
flame leaped from t c grass along its edges.
The Jew nunbled helplessly from his horse;
and the terror-stricken animal dashed madly
awuV.

“ I thought that shot would fetch him!” said
Saffron Sol, getting up from the grass in which
he had concealed himself, and “pumping ” an-
other cartridge into the barrel 0 his Winches-
ter.

His face was flushed and feverish, and he
pushed the damp hair back from his brows with
a shaking hand. His bloodshot eyes rolled in
their deep sockets in a ghastly way. and he lick-
ed his lips as if they were. parched with thirst.

“ Yes, I thought that would fetch him ” he
continued. “ That’s the second time I ave
killed Bob Brentwood. He wouldn’t stay dead
when I shot him through the heart; so this time
I tried his head.

“ I had no thought of seeing him out here this
morning. But no doubt it’s a good omen. Any-
way it was a good opportunity. Entirely too
good to be thrown away. He is dead this time, ~
without any question, or I had a fmr view of
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will pick his bones and no one will know that I
had a hand in it.

“ No one! Oh, that I could shut out from my
mind that fear of a God!

"I will shut it out!” stampingr furiously on the
ground, “ Yes; I will! I will! There is no
hereafterl I deny it! It’s all a lie of the driVel-
ing preachers, who are too lazy to work and
take that means of frighteningr people into sup-
porting them. “'hen a man dies, he (lies! Yes,
he dies!”

The last words were almost a wail.

“ No! I can’t look on Bob Brciitwood’s face.
It would kill me! I am a double murderer! I
have killed him twice. Yes; twice!”

He could remain there no longer. He leaped
upon his horse and dashed furiously away.

A few minutes after the stricken Jew moved
uneasily and muttered some incoherent words.
A little later he raised himself to a sitting pos-
ture and stared about in a mystified way.

He passed his hand to his head, which was
bleeding profusely.

have been shot I” he muttered. the words
showing no trace of the Jew dialect. " How
did it happen? Yes: I remember. A man rode
into the ravine. There was a flash, and I knew
no more. My head feels as if it would split.”

He ran his fingers through his hair and care-
flilly eix'amiued the furrow which the bullet had
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“ A close call, that!” he exclaimed. “ I must
manage to tie it up, for I am lasing altogether
too mUch blood.”

He tOok cut his red bandanna and wound it:
around his head in such a way that the flow of
blood was very much leSsened.

Then he tried to gain his feet, but the earth
seemed to swim beneath him and he sunk back,
his face lOoking ghastly and drawn.

“ Too weak!” he murmured, with an attempt
at a smile. “ I thought I saw a cabin off to the
right, before that fellow downed me. I might
reach it, if I had my horse.

“ I wonder who fired that shot anyway. It
must have been one of Emerald Green’s Tigers.
That seems hardly probable, though: for I am
certain Green didn’t know I had left the town.
Even if he knew it, he couldn’t have got a man
out here on such short notice.

“ The whole affair has a singular look. If the
fellow was ordered to kill me, why didn’t he fin—
ish what he had so well legun?”

For an hour he sat there, pondering over the
mystery, his strength gradually coming back to
him, as the minutes fled.

At last be dragged himself to his feet, and
catching a glimpse of the cabin, staggered
heavily toward it.

He had not proceeded far, in this uncertain,
painful manner, until he saw a young woman,
coming t0ward him, leading his horse.

Seeing that she had noticed him, he waved
his hands and again sunk to the ground; for he
was as weak as a child.

As he slipped down out of sight in that limp,
helpless fashion, the young woman mounted to
the heavy saddle and hurried the animal for—
ward.

“ Ah! dot v03 mosd egsellent in you, my
tearl” he said, as she cantered lightly up to
where he lay

CHAPTER VII.
BONNIE BETTY MORGAN.

“YOU are hurt?” the young woman asked,
springing to the ground and hastening to him.

“ Xes; I vos shooded py some. vellow vrom
oudt dot raween. Dot pullet towned me like I
vos peen a brairie chicken.”

“ I saw your horse wanderin around: and as
he was saddled and bridled, concluded that
something had happened to his rider.”

The voice was musical. and the fresh, young
face of the girl glowed with interest.

“The horse seemed lost and uncertain what
to do; and I finally went out to him.

“ There was a speck of blood on the saddle:
and I felt sure, then, that the rider had been
hurt. So I commenced trailing the horse back
by the way he had come. When I saw you I
knew you were the individual I was seeking.”

“ I musd t’ank you ver mooch, my tear!”
said the supposed Jew. “ vos nod in a condi-
tion to valk. l vos drying to reach dot house
vot I see agross de brairie. My name is Moses
Rosenthal and I am a strancher in dis gountry.
I hat a shob obened in Eli. bud I vos not peen
dhere more as a vew tays.”

“ Can 1 assist you in any way?” she asked.
“ I am Betty Morgan, the daughter of Robert
Morgan, the squatter. That is our house which

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home, but I am expecting him at any time. You
are welcome to such accommodations asjour little
home affords.”

Rosenthal listened to her gracious voice, with
a kindling glance.

“ I shall pe mosd habby do agcepd your
shenerous hosbidality l” he replied. Maype some
dime. I gan redurn de vaforl”

"Can’t I help you into the saddle?” she in-
quired anxiously, as she looked at his white
lace.

“ Id is not var; und I am poody heafy. Uflt'
you vill loat de horse, I dink dot I gan ged along
py holting py de sattlc.”

She realized the difficulty, if not impOSsibility
of lifting the Jew to the back of the horse; and
therefore did as requested. lVith the sustain-

‘ inc; aid of the saddle, Roscnthal was able to get
, over the ground with comparative ease.

Their
progress was slow, however, and it took them
almost an hour to reach the house.

It was a stoutly-built cabin, made of cedar
logs brought from the distant gorges. It con-
tained tWo rooms, and one of these Betty placed
at his disposal.

After his wound had been properly dressed,
he coiled up on a little pallet and quickly fell
asleep.

\Vhen he awoke, at noon, Morgan had not re-
turned. ROsenthal was much stronger, but he
feared his strength would no be sufficient to
enable him to reach \Villiamson’s ranch. He
had intended to hire Morgan to convey a letter
there for him.

It was very important that word should be
got to Williamson without delay, and he chafed
and fretted at his inability to do anything.

Finally he resolved to take Betty into his con-
fidencc. He could hear her singing cheerin
about in the other room. Her voice was low
and svveet. It was a confidence-inspiring voice;
and Rosenthal felt that he could safely trust the
posseSSor of such a voice with his life.

Her sympathetic nature and her cheerfulncss
had deeply impressed him. This song—bird of
the mirage-haunted plains Certainly .had the
loveliness of face and the kindliness of disposi-
tion which he wished the woman who should be-
come his wife to possess.

After pondering the subject deeply, he called
her into the room, partially removed his dis—
guises, and revealed himself to her in his true
character. He also endeavored to impress
strongly upon her mind the importance of get-
ting early word to Williamson.

“Those Tigers are all desperate men, Miss
Morgan,” he continued, “ and their leader, Em-
erald Green, hasn’t half the mercy possessed by
his prototype of the Indian jungles. My fear is
that they may kill the boy, to prevent his dis-
covery.”

“ 1 can convey the information!” was the in-
stant rejoinder. “ I am a fairly good horse-
woman and well acquainted with the country.
There is a horse in the stable that will take me
to the ranch by dark.”

“ I knew that would be youranswerl” he re-
plied, proudly. “ I intended to try to get your
father to carry the word, but his continued ab-
sence—”

“ Father is not always as reliable as he should
be!” she answered, with a slight flush. “ I am
sorry to have to say so, but you will discover it
sooner or later.”

Seeing that he was trenching on disagreeable
ground, he deftly changed the subject.

Betty 3.; once began preparations for her
journey. A hasty dinner was prepared and
eaten—such delicacies as the cabin afforded be-
ing brought out for the wounded guest. A
pitcher of cool Well water was placed in his
room. Then the horse was saddled and bridled;
and she rode rapidly away across the wide
plains, followed by the detective’s encouraging
words and looks.

“ There goes as fine a girl as I’ve met in many
a day!” was his mental comment, as he watched
her out of sight. “ And as handsome!”

That Betty Morgan was a skillful horse-
Woman was evidenced by the ease and grace
with which she sat in the saddle, and by the
manner in which she handled the bridle-rein
and tiny, braided quirt.

The prairie before her was alm st a dead
level, intersected occasionally by a d y gully or
a ravine. Over such a country a good horse
will travel many miles in a day, if the rider is
careful to husband the strength of his steed.

Williamson’s Ranch lay far up the North Fork
of the Canadian. along day’s journey from the
town of Eli. Yet Betty Morgan knew the

strength and spirit of the horse she rode, and
believed she COUAd reach the ranch by hi htfall.
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the short and mossdike buffalo-grass, were of”
the bitter-sweet order.

The thoughts of the stranger, who had so
singularly come into her home and life, were
pleasant, She had believed him to be a coarse
and greasy fellow, and he had revealed himself
as uncommonly prepossessing and intelligent.
The ingenuousness of his glance convinced her
that the story he told was entirely true.

She could not remember that she had ever
seen Mr. Williamson; but her heart went out
in sympathy for the stricken man, who had
been so cruelly and foully bereft of his only
SUI).

Emerald Green, she knew, hated and feared.
He had visited the Morgan home on several
occaswns, but always in company with her
father. At such times he had stared and leered
at her ina way to make her blood run cold.
She instinctively knew him to be abad and
vicious man; and so she disliked and feared
him.

As for her father, his great, besetting sin, so
far as she was aware, was an extreme fondness
He was seldom harsh or
quarrelsome. As a general thing he treated her
kindly, eyen when in his cups; but she could not
control the sense of disgust and loathing which
his condition, at such times, wrought in her
feelings. She tried dutifully to love him, as a.
father, but she could scarcely bring herself to
be a drunken and disgusting sot. Love, even
filial love, cannot be coaxed nor driven: it must
be won.

The shadows Were beginning to thicken when
she reached \Villiamson s ranch.

Luckily Williamson and his cowboys were at
home. They had spent the entire day in the
search and had just returned, discouraged at
their lack of success.

Williamson was almost heart-broken. The
missing boy was his idol. Without him life
seemed not worth the living. He had lost a
daughter many years before, in the same mys-
terious manner. The old wound, thus reopened,
added its pain to that of the new.

Betty Morgan was not long in acquainting
Williamson with the nature of her errand. She
(lid not know the exact location of the lair of
the Tigers. Her instructions were to have Wil-
liamson join the detective, with his force of
COWboys. Then the detective would lead them
to the secret rendezvous.

Williamson’s anger knew no bounds when he
learned that Emerald Green was in reality the
acknowledged chief of the scoundrels who had
abducted his son.

“ We will go at once,” he exclaimed, fiercely.

“No; that won’t do! You are tired, Miss
Morgan, as any onecan see. A good supper
and a couple of hours’ rest you must have.
You need it. It won’t do to leave you here
alone, and I must take all my men with me. I
will have your horse attended to, and you can
ride one of mine on the return trip. Not a,
word, miss, if you please. You must rest; and
the loss of a. few hours will not hurt our chances
of success."

He gave orders accordingly, and it was al—
most ten o’clock before the little cavalcade rode-
away from the Williamson Ranch.

Day was breaking when they reached the
cabin of the Morgans.

They were wholly unprepared for the sight-
that greeted them.

The cabin was securely locked and bolted
from the outside. Through the stout door a
square hole had been sawed. .

And the detective was gone!

CHAPTER VIII.
ENTRAPPED.

AFTER watching Betty Morgan until horse-
and rider disappeared in the dim and hazy dis-
tance, Rosenthal crept back to the little cot and
composed himself for a quiet and restful after-
noon.

He was weak and feverish and his head throb-
bed painfully. ‘

He fell asleep. in a. short time. When he
awoke it was with a start and a sense of impend—
ing peril.

Some one was fumbling at the heavy door,
which Rosenthal had locked on retiring. He
got up and opened it; and 'a man, slightly in-
toxicated, stumbled in.

“ Hello!” he exclaimed, straightenin
with a jerk. “Betty’s got‘comp’ny, hey?’

Rosenthal introduced himself.

“ Your t’aughter, Miss Petty I peleef is her
name rote avay dis efening.”

“ here’d she go!” asked Morgan—for be it.
was—seowling about the room.

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and determined to be on his guard.

“ I vas shooded pg somepoty vrom dot raWeen
oudt ofer dere. iss Petty fint dot I vas pad
hurdet und 20 she pring me py dis house. Dot
vos dis morning; und dis efening she skeebt
oudt.”

“ You insulted her 1” said Morgan, furiously.

“ So hellup me cracieus no! Dot young vo—
mans v03 9. leedle ainshels. She vix dis he't
vere I vos peen shooded like a de’t mans; and
she mage me sooch a nice tinner like I vos a
hodel. I voult vighd vor dot gyurl like any
tyfel.”

“ You’re the feller that’s runnin’ the Jew shop
up at Eli! I seen you there several times!”

A crafty look had come into Morgan’s eyes.

“Yes; dotvos me! IVOS gone indo de clod-
ing und chewelry pizness recklar. Dot vos a
goot down, I dinks me. Mine grandfodder
valkt arount py dot name ull“ Eli; und so I like
dot blace egstra vell. Dere vos pcen money in
dot down vor clodings und cheyvelry.”

“ \Vhere was you going when this chap down—
ed you?”

“ I vos on my vay to de down soud uff here.
Maype dot vos a goot blacc vor a pranch esdab—
lishmend, I toughd.”

The crafty look in Morgan’s eyes deepened.

“ “full, I reckon it’s all right and that you’re
tellin’ a straight yarn. Anyway, I’ll take the
chances on it. I disturbed you when I conic. in
awhile ago. You was asleep; and from your
looks I should say you needed it. I’ll set around
and smoke awhile, and git a bite to cat. You
can go to bed and I’ll not bother you any fur—
ther. Sleep as long as you want to.

“ I think I’ll have to go back to town this
eVnniu’. So, if I’m gone when you wake up,
you’ll know what’s become 0’ me. I’ve got a
little business to ’tend to there, that I didn’t
finish: and I tole the feller mebbe I’d come back
and talk it over to-night. And as Betty’s away
and you’re better off withoutcoinp’ny, I guess
I’ll go.”

He turned his back on the pretended Jew,
filled his pipe and seated himself in the door-
way.

hisentlial, seeing that Morgan desired to say
nothing further, retreated to the mom that
Betty had assigned to him.

He knew that Morgan was revolving some
evil plot in his mind, and he determined to feign
slumber and watch him.

Accordingly he again sought the cot. Re-
clining thus, he Watched Morgan narrowly
through a small aperture in the board partition.
He believed some kind of treachery was intend-
ed: and placed a cocked revolver under the
light bed-covering, convenient to his grasp.

For a full half-hour Morgan sat in the door-
way, smoking. Then, as heavy breathing from
the other room indicated that the Jew had full-
en asleep, he knocked the ashes from his pipe
and got up quietly. 1

He tOok off his shoes, placed them on the
grass at the side of the door, and tip-teed softly
into the room. Opening the partition door
slowly and cautiously, he peered in at the sup-
pOsed sleeper.

“ Sound as a top!” he muttered, withdrawing
his head after completing the survey.

Then he crept to the outer door and stepped
lightly to the ground.

This door he looked and bolted securely.
The windows he served in the same way.

“ He can’t get out 0’ there!” he observed, sur-
veying the work critically. "That house is as
stout as a jail. He might cut through the door
if he had the right kind 0’ tools; but he ain’t got
’em, for there ain’t no tools in the house unless
it’s a case—knife, and he can’t do much wit

at.

“Likely though, he’ll sleep all ni ht, now
that he’s got started. If he does, we’lliiie apt to
wake him up with a purty surprise. No‘,I
must scootl”

He drew on his shoes, brought a horse from
the little stable and rode rapidly away in the
direction of Eli.

There was an amused light in Rosenthal’s
eyes, as he watched Morgan’s movements
through half—closed lids. He actually smiled,
as he heard Morgan bolting the door and win-
dows. When the latter rode away, he crept to
the wall and watched him as he galloped off
over the prairie.

“ He thinks he’s got me like a fox in a trap!”
he mused. “I can see through 1115 little game.
He believes he has fastened me up here secure-
lv, and he’s gone to lay the case before Emerald
Green. No doubt the Tigers will be rallied,
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“ I didn’t like Morgan’s looks from the first. ‘

He’s a low-down, drunken dog, and in Green’s
pay, I’d wager a fortune. A pity, too, seeing
what a fine girl he’s got.

“ l was getting along quite comfortably here,
and I didn’t want to leave until Miss Morgan’s
return. She may not be able to find William-
son, and I may have to take other steps to com-
municate with him. If she finds him, he may
come right on with his cowboys. In any event
I. ought to remain here to learn the result.

“ There is one thingr certain, however; I must
get out of this house. I could hold it against
a hundred men, for the walls are bullet )roof.
But I couldn’t hold it against fire, and they
wouldn’t hesitate to use that if necessary.

.‘ ' Then it Will not do for me to meet the
Tigers, in my present weakened condition, on
the open prairie. That would be inviting mur-
der. It would be suicidal. And if I stay in
the vicinity, they are almost certain to discover
me in the morning. I might successfully con-
ceal myself in the ravine—that is, if they didn’t
chance to examine it. And Betty might return
with Williamson and the cowboys.

“ Time enough to settlc all this, perhaps,
when I get out of here. Morgan may run across
Emerald Green or Some of the Tigers within
a mile or two.
come and invite such an attack.
must skulk like a coyote!”

Ho st< oped down and slowly unscrewed one of
the heels from his shoes.

The heel was hollow, and contained some tiny
cutting instruments and a little saw, coiled up
like a watch-spring.

It It straightened out with a leap as he released
1 r.

“The door that that won’t walk through has
to be made out of something haider than wood.
When it comes to steel and iron, I call on the
other heel to yield up its treasures.”

\Vhile Rosenthal is thus preparing to cut his
way out of the cabin, let us briefly follow Mor—
gan.

He reached Eli by sundown, and went straight
to the Squattcr’s Rest.

A few words whispered hurriedly to Gabriel
Crane was enough to send a messenger in hot
haste for Emerald Green and Grizzly Martin.

Thcyevidcntly considered the matter one of
considerable moment, for they responded imme-
diately to the call.

“The Jew is locked up in my cabin i” said
Morgan, abruptly, as Crane piloted them into
the little room at the rear of the saloon.

“\Vhy, how’s that?” Emerald asked, staring
blankly at his informant. “I didn’t know he
had left Eli.”

Morgan, in reply, detailed what he know,
adding:

“ If you want to put him out o’ the way for
keeps, you’ll never have a better chance. I sup.-
pose Betty has "one to spend the night at some
nei libor’s. I don’t know where else she could
go. So, of course, she’ll be out of the way until
morning, and I can easy enough fix up a story
that’ll satisfy her about the stranger’s absence,
when she gits back.”

Grizzly still held to the opinion he had first
entertained, that the Jew was not a detective in
disguise. But the J ew’s stubbornness in opening
a shop, after the warning given, was beginning
to weaken this belief. He said little, but he had
ceaésed to combat Emerald’s ideas on the sub—
Jec ,.

As for Crane, he balanced himself on one leg

of a chair. stretched out his long limbs and an-
nounced it as his solemn opinion that the Jew
ought to be “ put out of the way."
.1 “ That’s what I think!” assented Green. “ and
if our tender-hearted friend, Grizzly, don’t ob-
]ect, I’ll announce that the motion has carried
unanimously.

“ You’re positive, Morgan, that the fellow
ca_n’t batter down the door or break through the
Windows in some way i”

“_I’d stake my life on that!” declared Morgan,
(ICCIdCdly. “That house would make a better
jail by long odds than the one you’ve got in this
town. It would take a six-pounder to beat that
door in Y”

“ Well, then, I don’t know that there is any
special necessity for haste!” Emerald announced.
“ He may not wake up for a long time yet, and
if he does. all he can accomplish will be to beat
his fists off in trying to get out.

“ We don’t want to get there much before
midnight. I’d like to take a lot of the boys
along, too. We might need them. Crane can
send a man to hunt them up directly. It’s only
a ride of a couple of hours, and if we leave
town too early we may be followed by' eyes that

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CHAPTER IX.
THE TEXAS TOM-CAT.

\VITH the tools in his possession, it was not a
very diilicult job for Rosenthal tocut throu b
the stout door. He sawed out a square ho a
large enough to permit the passage of his body.
Then he placed the instruments in the shoe—
heel, screwed it into place and prepared to leave
the house.

He had drawn his body about half—way
through the aperture when he heard the noise of
hoofs and a man rode from behind the stable
and cluttered toward the door. The soft grass
had deadened the hoof-strokes of his home, and.
the interposition of the stable had prevented
Roscnthal from noticing his approach.

The pretended Jew tried to slip through the
door before the horseman could get near: but
the revolver in his pocket became in dgcd in.
some way and kept him from acConiplishiug it.

In his haste and excitement, he could only
strain and kick like a suspended turtle.

“ Ho, ho, ho!” yelled the new-comer. “ Spltli
sp’t! sp’tl Mai'inr! Mariar! Mcc-e—ou ! Hello,
Moses! At yer old tricks, I see. You jest nut—
erally beat the. World. Never seen a man that.
liked to poke his nose into other folks’s bizness
like you do. What air you doin’ in thar, any—
way?”

no leaped from his
thal’s assistance.

“ I don’t reckon that you’ve gone to burglar-
in’,” as he came up, laughing. “Though this
detective business ain’t much better, ’coi'din’ to
my notion.” ' _

He stopped and clapped his hands to his Sides,
as he noticed the look of disgust and annoyance
upon Rosenthal’s face.

“ Well, may I be tee—totally eat up by dogs!
Meeowl Meeow! Sp’t. sp’tl Mai‘iar‘.”

“ 0h, dry up that foolishness, and give me a.
lift!” Itosenthal now exclaimed, half-angrily.
“ What with your ‘spitting’ and ‘mcouing,’
you make me tired I’m stuck in this hole,
and it‘s almost as hold to go backward as for—
ward.”

The stranger gave him the desired “ lift,”
and R<_isentlial was soon standing upright on the.-
ground. _ _

“ If you hadn’t scared me by riding up so
unexpectedly, I wouldn’t have been caught.
Now. where did you come from? I thought you
WM‘C in Texas.”

The stranger’s appearance was quite as singu-
lar as his manner. He was dressed in cowboy
fashion; but, instead of the big white sombrero,
his head was surmounted by a cat-sk in ca p.
The partially—mounted head of the animal forni-
ed the visor, and the tail was curled round the
cap in the form of a plume.

“ Didn’t come up out o’ the ground, that’s
cert’in! Jest scoutin’ around a little, not havin’
any thing purtickler to do, and thought I’d step
over an’ take a look at this boomin’ town 0‘ Eli.
Thar’s slashin’s 0’ fun over thai', l’ve an idee.
S’pose ’tain’t no use to ask you whur you come
frnm, for I seen you come out 0’ that house.
Killed anybody in thar and want some 'un to
help bury ’em?” '

“ No, Tom-cat, I haven’t killed any one,”
Rosenthal answered, quite soberly. “ I sawed
my way out of there, though. for fear some one
might kill me. They’re going to try it; and I
didn’t care to be coo ed up in that house when
the attempt was mm e.”

“ Sliol” exclaimed the eccentric cowboy, who
delighted in calling himself the Texas Toni-cat.
“ Htiw’s that? Mcbbe I kin b’ar a hand with
you in the purceedin’s.”

“Yes, you can: and I’d be glad to have your
aid. I am after a scoundrel who calls himself
Emerald Green. He’s at the head of a land of
cut-throats and horse-thieves know u as the
Emerald Tigers.

“ He knows I have spotted him, and he is
determined to put me out of the way. I hap-
pened into this house quite accidentally. I was
shot by a man who had concealed himself in
the ravine over there,” removing his lint and
revealing the Newly bandages. “ I think the
villain was one of Emerald’s nun. And I dis—
covered a little while ago that I had sought aid
in the house of a man who, I am convinced, it.
also one of the Tigers.

“He locked me in, when he thought I was
asleep, and rode toward Eli as fast as his horse
could carry him.”

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marked the cowboy, with a grim smile. after
listening closely to the story. “ Tigers and tom-
cats ’u’d be mighty apt to make the fur lly of
they sh’u’d come together.

.“ This hyer tom-cat ain’t a hankerin’ purtick-
ler fer a fight, but I guess he’ll have to wade in.

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been a-longin’ ever Sence fer a chance to return
This hyer’s the chancc!”

“ 1 know you’re true as steel, but I can hardly
ask you to risk your life with me, unless you
desire to!” Rosenthal returned, as he swept the
horizon with an eagle-like glance. “ And be-
sides, I don’t exactly know what course to
pursue.”

“ Why tackle em !” cried the Tom-cat.
“Tackle em tooth an’ nail! When you’ve got
a fight on yer han’s, fight fer all you’re worth.
Them’s the sentiments I try to live up tW. An’
i\;0u kin jest bet that when you hear the’l‘om—cat

owl in dead airnest, somebody’s agoin’ to git
hurt mighty soon afterwards."

“ Yes; but there’s a young lady in the case!”
and Rosenthal explained the situation more
fully. “ I don’t want to remain here and I
don’t want to go away. It won’t do to leave a
note of explanation, for her father or Emerald
might find it.”

“ Put yer boldest foot front!” declared the
Tom-cat. “ Put ’er front! You’re after this
ring-leader o’ the Green Tigers. Go an’ git him!
Them’s my sentiments. Go right into this hyer
blasted town, snap the irons on him, an’ dar’
any man to left a finger. Don’t wait fer him to
come. after you. You go after him. Ef We
can’t take ’im, thar’ll be, ’tany rate, some 0’ the
tallest screechin’ and fightin’ ever hcerd on
these perarys.

“ Ef you down him—an’ we kin do it—thcn
come back fer the cowboys 0’ ole \Villiamson
and tackle the rest 0’ his tellers in their own
jungle. That’ll be doin’, at a stroke, what seems
to me like a mighty big job the way you‘ve
been figgerin’ it out. Bluff an’ a bold game is
allus the game that wins.”

There appeared to be much sound philosophy
in the cowboy’s opinions; and that the Tom—
cat was no fool, however eccentric he might be,
Rosenthal knew from previous experience.

" I tell you the thing kin be worked!” the
cowboy urged seeing that his words were hav-
ing effect. “ [his chief o’ the Tigers don’t own
the hull town and all the folks that’s in it.
Thar’s white men thar; an’ they’ll stand by ye,
when you need it. Ef they fasten on one 0’ us,
t’other kin slip out hyer, git Williamson’s cow-
boys an’ take the camp. I ain’t afeard but
what one 0’ us’ll git away!”

“I believe you are about right!” Rosenthal
replied. “ A old game is generally a winning
game—especially when you have a hand to
back it.”

"An’ sometimes when you ain’t!” the Tom-
cat corrected. “ Bluff, my bold detective!
Bluif’s the word! Then rake in the pot with a
six-shooter!”

“ I’ll go!” decided Rosenthal, after a few min-
utes of deep pondering. “ The cowboys, even
if they are found at the ranch, which is doubt-
ful, will probably not get here before morning.
Emerald will move against me before that
time. VVe’ll Checkmate him by a counter-
move.”

“ Tom—cats against Tigers!” shouted the c0w-
boy, delighted at the success of his argument.
“ Mariar! Mariar! Meow-ow!” ‘

Then he checked his enthusiastic outburst and
asked seriously:

“ How fur is it to this bloomin’ town?”

“ About two hours’ ride.”

“ Whoop! \Ve kin make it afore dark!”

“ By brisk riding, yes! But you must re-
;negiber that I’m not quite as strong as I should

e.

The sudden resolve and the excitement had
greatly added to Rosenthal’s strength; but even
then he was not, as he stated, as strong as he
ought to be for the successful accomplishment of
so important an undertaking.

"‘As soon as I can get my horse out of the
stable I’ll be ready for the trip.”

“ Hyer, I’ll do that!” cried the Tom-cat. “ Ef
you ain’t as stout as you’d ort to be, save yer
stren’th for more importanter bizuess.”

He dashed by Rosenthal, and soon returned
leading the horse.

“ Lucky that Morgan didn’t think to take my
horse, when be locked me in!” observed the de—
tective, as he proceeded to mount. “ I suppose
he would, if he hadn’t been so sure that I
couldn’t get out.”

“ ’Twuuldn’t ’a’ done him no good nohow!”
said the cowbo enthusiastically. “ Mine’ll
carry double. ow, p’int yer nose toward town
and we’ll travel!”

“ Remember, whatever happens, that I’m
Moses Rosenthal, the Jew; unless I indicate
otherwisc!” continued the detective, as they
started at a. swinging gallop.

“ You bet! I learn’t that lesson onc’t! The

 

Tom-cat’s a scholar that don’t forgit his lessons.
Got a memory like a steel-trap. I’d ’a’ took a
deplomy at college ef I’d ’a’ tried fer it.”

They pushed their horses briskly and the
short twi ight was ending when they reached
the town.

“ It’s hardly dark enough to enable us to ride
up the main, street without being identified !”
Rosenthal observed, cautiously. “ Best try the
back way, I suppose.”

“ Up the main street’d be my mottoi” de-
cided the Tom—cat. “ Bluff, my bold detective!
Bluif’s the game! Thar ain’t anybody in this
hyer village that knows me; an’ elf a business
man of about your size, what’s got a shop on the
main street, can’t mosey along the public trail
without bein’ afraid o’ shadders, why, he’d bet-
ter brace up. Them’s my sentiments!”

Rosenthal, however, thought it advisable to
enter the town without attracting observation;
and the cowboy at last gave a reluctant consent.

They proceeded quietly to the little stable in
the rear of Rosentnal’s shop. There they left
their horses, saddled and bridled, ready for any
emer ency.

“ 'lhey haven’t left the town yet, or we would
have noticed them on the trip in. Now, if there’s
any deviltry afoot, or any schemes being con—
cocted, we can find out all about it by a little
maneuvering.”

Rosenthal, having made this statement, led
the way to the Squatter’s Best.

A little-used hall opened from it upon a side
street. This was the hall that led to the con-
ference-room of the Tiger chiefs. The detective
applied a key to the door, locking it again when
they had gained entrance.

They passed through several doors in this
1waly. These, however, the detective did not
oc '.

“ We may want to retreat rather suddenly,”
he explained, “and it takes too mach time to
unlock so many doors when one is 11] a hurry.”

Having arrived at the inner room, Roscnthal
knelt upon the hall floor and applied one eye to
the keyhole. As the reader has guessed the
room contained Emerald Green, Grizzly ar-
tin, Gabriel Crane and Bob Morgan; and they
were discussing the proposed movement against
the Jew.

They’re a—talkin’ about carvin’ up a man of
about your size, I calc’late!” whispered the cow-
boy, as he pressed an ear against the door.
“ They’re your men! Unlock the door; an" ef
they” don’t throw up their hands, we‘ll down
em!

A sudden trampling filled the hall, and a num—
ber of men advanced suddenly toward the door
of the inner room, from the street. They were
the Tigers which Gabriel Crane had summoned
by a messenger.

CHAPTER X.
THE TOM-CAT snows HIS CLAWS. I

“ SCOOT’S the word!” whispered the Tom-cat,
as he heard the trampling and saw the advanc-
ing men dimly outlined in the gloom. “ That’s
a Tiger re-enforcement, I calc’late, an’ it won’t
do to it cotched atween ’em. Bluff’s a good
word; at thar ain’t no sense in buckin’ ag’in’
a rigiment. No use in showin’ our claws jest to
git ’cm clip d l”

He drew tosenthal into a dark corner of the
room as he made this hurried statement. The
movement was accomplished none too soon.
Rosenthal had left the inner door unlocked and
opened, to facilitate a hasty retreat should such
become necessary; and this aided the Tigers in
making a rapid approach.

The conference room was the only one lighted
and the men passed the crouching figures, wholly
unconscious of their resence.

“ Better git out o’ yer?” asked the Tom-Cat,
in a low voice. “ A couple 0’ tom-cats like us
ain’t no buz’ness bouncin’ a cage-full 0’ tigers.
Them's my sentiments. But ef you say go in,
I’m with you, tooth and nail. Been so long
sence I guv a giniwine fightin’ Screech that it’s
powerful temptin’. Which shell we do? Howl
er run ?”

“ In this case discretion is certainly the better
part of valor,” the detective replied. “ Cork up
your howls until a better occasion presents.

hen I shall be glad to hear your melodious
screeching. I’d like to hear what they’re saying
in there, but the risks are too great.”

He arose from his cramped position and in-
clined his head in a listening attitude.

“ The inside doors weren’t locked, you say l”
thundered Emerald Green, unguardedly raising
his voice in his excitement. “ Then there has
been some one spying on us!”

 

“Scoot’s the word!” whispered the Tom-cat.
“ They’re a-comin’ hot-footed!”

He leaped away, lightly and nimbly, closely
followed by the detective. I

“ To the shop!” cried Rosenthal in a low v01ce,
turning the lock behind him, as they stood in
the street. “ We can easily reach it while they’re
searching the rooms. They can have no idea
that I’m in the town, and will never think of
visiting my shop.”

As the shop adjoined the Squatter‘s Rest, it
was no difficult matter to gain admittance to it.
They had only to creep around the building and
enter by the rear door. '

“ Here they come!” said Rosenthal, placing
himself at a window that commanded a view of
the street. “ They couldn’t find any one in the
house, and so they’re looking further.”

“ Oh, hookey, they’re a-going toward the
stable!” exclaimed the Tom—cat, almost beside
himself with excitement. “ Stick out yer claws
an’ git ready to screech, ole man! They’ll dis-
kiver the bosses dead sure!”

A few moments later the Tom—cat was con-
firmed in his assertion. After poking around in
every hole that seemed to offer a place of con-
cealment, Emerald was about to abandon the
search, when one of his men sung out from the
stable:

“ Hyer’s the Jew’s hoss; an’ another critter.
They’ve got saddles an’ bridles onto ’em an’ look
like they've been rid lately.”

“ We ought to have mounted the horses and
got away on them 1” said Rosenthal, realizing
the danger likely to be entailed by the discovery.
“ I forgot them in the hurry and excitement of
the moment.”

“ Too late now, boss 1” observed the Tom-cat,
philosophical! . “ Hindsight’s a heap better’n
foresight. e didn’t do it, an’ so we’ll have to
let her went. It’ll be tigers agi’nst tom-cats
’fore mornin’ or else I’m teetotally off my base.”

Emerald Green advanced to the sta 1e and
surveyed the horses carefully. .

“ That’s the J ew’s horse, certain!” he exclaim-
ed. “ I don’t know the other nag. Now, how
did they get here?

“Here, Mor an!” calling that individual to
his side. " Ta 'ea look in the stable. It’s rather
dark in there, but you can see well enough.
That’s the Jew’s horse isn’t it?"

“The very identical critter!” asserted Mor-
gan, openin his eyes widely in surprise and
wonder. “ ow he got in there, though, beats
me. He was in the stable at my place when I
left there!”

“ That infernal Jew rode him in, of coursc.”

“ But he couldn’t!” Morgan protested. “ He
couldn’t get out 0’ that house, I tell you. He’s
there now! It’d take a pile-driver to break that
door down!”

“ No doubt you think so, Morgan!” with an
an try and dissatisfied shrug. “ All the same I
tel you the Jew came into town this even-
ing on that horse. The presence of the other
nag shows that he may have had and doubtless
did have, help. Some one aided him to get out
of that house and then came on to town with
him. And they have been spying on us in the
back room I”

Be glared around, as he made the assertion.

“ They’re not far away. In fact I’d be will-
ing to wager something handsome that they’re
in the Jew’s shop this minute.”

“Hit the bull’s-eye plum center, that time!”
whispered the Tom-cat. “ Thar’ll be fur
a-flyin’ afore midnight, is my guess.”

" Try the back door, Crane!” suggested Emer-
ald. " You’ve got a key that’ll fit it.”

“ Don’t banker after the job, so long’s I don’t
know who’s behind it!” and Crane drew in his
long neck in a way that showed he had no notion
of making the attempt.

“Hello, there in the shop!” shouted Emerald,
lifting his voice so that it could be distinctly
heard.

“ Hello yerself!” answered the Tomcat.
“ “’hat’s the matter with you fellers, wakin’ a
man up out o’ a nice gentle snooze?”

“Who are you, and who’s 111 there with you?”
asked Emerald, rather surprised at receiving so
prom t a reply.

“ ll e! Waal, I’m ginerally called the Texas
Tom-cat. ’Most any name’ll do, though. None
of ’em wu’th much at the tail-eend o’ abank-
check.”

“ And who’s in there with you 3,’ '

“ Not so fast, pardner, ef you please. I
ain’t been interduced to your handle yit, I
ain’t.”

“Well, my name’s Green, Emerald Green.

These gentlemen with me are the mayor and a. .

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for the arrest of Moses Rosenthal, in whose shop
you are now.”

“ A dod-rotted lie !” growled the Tom-cat,
under his breath. Then aloud:

“ You must be some kin to the Green Tigers
that’s got a jungle down torst the North Fork,
jedgin by yer name.”

“ What does the fellow mean by Green
Tigers?’ asked Emerald, turning to Martin, with
well-feigned i norance.

“ Blast if know!” replied Martin. “ The
feller’s a crank, I reckon.’

“Who is in there with you?” demanded Eni-
erald, returning to the charge.

“ An’ ole friend 0’ the undersigned," the Tom—
cat answered, quite truthfully. “He’s the
owner 0’ this hyarshebang, an’ l’in a-payin’ him
a perlite visit. Found him cooped up in a log
cabin out on the perary. Somebmiy’d shot him,
an’ he was nighabout out; 0’ his head. He’s in
hyer now, ef that’s what you want to know;
and he’s a-goin’ to stay in liycr. Now you hear
me. When he gits better, of you’ve got any-
thing to say to him, come and say it in day—
light. Tell then, you’d better mosey.”

“We have a warrant for his arrest, and we
must serve it!” shouted Emerald.

“Serve it by rcndin’,” the Tom-cat replied.
“ You can’t get in i " ‘r to-night.”

The leader of ‘ -  Irs came quite close to
the Window, fro .. ' i l which the cowboy had
been talking.

“ If you d1 in’t 1e: L3 iii wo’ll burn the Shanty
over your hcad !”

The words were simply diabolical in their cold
cruelty.

“ Burn and be durned to ye! You can’t do it
without burnln’ up the hull block, an’ the people
0’ the town will have somethin’ to say about
that, I calc’late.”

Emerald uttered an oath, and threw up his
right hand. As the arm straightened it was
seen that the hand held a revolver. ‘

At the same instant a flash and a report came
from the window. The Tom—cat had anticipated
some such movement, and was prepared for it.
He had held a cocked revolver in his hand all
through the interview, and when the sport at-
tempted that dastardly shot, it was met with a
promptncss that was quite demoralizing.

He had aimed at the wrist of the sport, but
the aim was necessarily hurried. The bullet
struck the cylinder of E-ncrald’s Weapon; the
revolver was knocked from his outstretched
hand, and the bullet buried itself in the shoulder
of one of the Tigers.

Emerald uttered a cry of startled surprise,
2nd lthe wounded man fell over with a dreadful

ow .

“ Better git out 0’ this!” warned Martin, re-
treating precirlijitately; an example that was
followed by ‘mcrald and the demoralized
Tigers. “The feller knows how to use a gun.
’Tain’t healthy to cr0wd a chap like that!"

“ Go it, ye cowards!” screamed the Tom-cat,
sending another shot after the retreating men.
“ ’Tain’t the fu’st time that I’ve bucked a ’in’
tigers. Tigers ag’in’ tun-cuts. Whoop! Iii-
riar! Mariar! Sp’t; sp’t, sp’t, iiieo-ee-ow-ow!”

The retreating Tigers disappeared alums-t as
if by magic, as a number of men came stream—

,ing out of the adjacent saloons, attracted by the

shots.

Not a soul was to be seen; and, after Specu-
lating vainly in regard to the source and cause
of the shots, they Went back to their liquor and
games.

“ The Tigers will not return for some time!”
observed Rosenthal, peering into the street.
“ In fact, they may not come back to-night, for
some of these are all-night houses, and a crowd
Would gather itiiinediately at the sounds of
firing, just as it (.lJl now.

“ in almost dead for want of rest and sleep,
and my head feels like it would split open.
That ride, and the excitement since, has been
almost too much for me. So, if you’ll watch
awhile, Tom-cat, I’ll try to catch a nap. Wake
me up at once, if you notice anything sus-
picious.”

“Couldn’t we git the bosses now, an’ scoot?”
asked the cowboy, anx10usly.

"‘ No; this house is watched, and will be
watched from this time on. It would simply
be inviting assassination to make such an at-
tempt.”

Rosenthal had curled himself on the little bed
before he ceased s eaking. His strength was
exhausted. , He rea ized that he must have rest
and sleep, or he would not be able to face the
grave complications which seemed to lie just
ahead. He knew that the cowboy was faithful
and perfectly trustworthy; and in this frame of
mind he gave himself up to slumber.

 

CHAPTER XI.
BETTY'S DISCOVERY.

GREAT was the astonishment of Betty Mor-
gan when she saw that gaping hole in the door,
and discovered that the etective was one. A
glance also showed that Rosenthal’s orse was
not in the stable.

“What can it mean?” she asked, staring
amazedly at Williamson.

“ Queerest thing I ever heard of!” declared
the old man. “It looks like foul play; and
still it don’t look like foul play.

“ You say the man was too weak to travel!
If any one wanted to get at him, I can’t see
why they’d take the trouble to cut that kind
of a hole in the door. Besides, the windows
are barred from the outside. He’d be a blessed
idiot, sure enough, if he tried to keep out ene-
mies by barring the windows from the outside.”

“It’s too deep a mystery for me. Mr. Wil-
liamson!” she exclaimed, almost despairingly.

A sudden fear had cut to her heart like a
knife. Was it possible that hcr father had had
anything to do with this mystery?

“ I expected to find father and the detective
both here. I don’t see that we can do any-
thing until we get further light. I don’t know
where this lair of the Tigers is. If I did I
would willineg yilot your men to it.”

“ I am afraid the trail breaks at this point!”
said Williamson, in a voice that held something
like a Sob. " Oh, my poor boy!"

“ He Will be found I” replied Betty, encourag-
ingly. “Never allow yourself to doubt that.
It is quite probable, I think, that the detective
has gone back to Eli, for some cause. \Vhat it
is, I can’t even guess. It may be that father
accompanied him. Father may have given him
some news that necessitated a change in his
plans.”

“ \Vhat’s the meaning of these bars, then, and
that hole in the door?”

“ Of course I can’t answer that, Mr. Vi'illiam-
son. I maybe altogether wrong. He may not
be in Eli. He may be dead!”

Her voice was awe-stricken and tremulous.

“It seems to me, however, that we ought to
make some inquiries in Eli first. If they fail
to reveal anything, we can try some other
plan. I am acquainted in Eli. know where
the Jew’s shop is located; and if he has been
in the town I can find it out.

“I believe that 1 am the one to undertake
the investigation. Emerald Green and his
Tigers would think it nothing strange should
theychancc to see me there; while they would
become alarmed at once at your appearance or
the appearance of any of your men.”

“If I should come across the follow I would
choke his black heart out. if he refused to tell
me where my boy is hid!” “'illiainson exclaim-
ed fiercely.

“ And the last thing in the World you should
do, Mr. \Villiamson. I would only acquaint
his band with the fact that you had dismvered
that the boy is in their hands. Believing that
they would be treated with as scant ceremony
they would—”

“ Murder him!” cried the unhappy father.
“ You are right, Miss Morgan. I am half-crazy
with grief, and not able to make any sugges-
tions that seem as good as yours. I place my-
self iii your hands: and will do as you say.”

It was a pitiablc sight. This strong, brave
man so broken and shaken by grief as to be al—
most wholly incapable of directing the search
for his son. He realized his condition, and rc-
lied implicitly on the good judgment and sound
sense of Betty Morgan.

“ My advice, Mr. “’illiamson, is that you con—
ceal yourself with your men in this vicinity,
until I can make an investigation and report.
I will return just as soon as possible. Butdo
not leave until I do return, or at least until
time enough has elapsed to make it certain that
I Cannot conic.

“ There are anumber of deep ravines across
yonder, about a mile away. Your cowboys are
no doubt familiar with them. Hide there.
Keep a gocd lookout. I will come back as soon
as I learn something definite.”

She gave some further words of instruction:
then turned her horse’s head toward Eli and
galloped away.

It was about seven o’clock ml the morning,
when she entered the town. Not many people
were yet stirring. A few of the stores Were
0139.11; and some thirsty souls had gathered at
their favorite saloons tor a morning “eye-
opener.”

She attracted very little notice. as she gal-
loped lightly up the street. The Tom-cat saw
her, however, as he saw everything. But he
did not know her; and Rosenthal was asleep.

 

She tied her horse to a hitchin —post, gathered
her riding-skirt in one hand, an ran lightly to-
ward the Squatter’s Rest.

The sound of voices in front caused her to
seek the rear entrance. She believed that if
her father was in town he would be found at
this saloon, for it was one of his favorite re-
sorts. If found there she intended to question
him boldly in regard to what he knew about
Rosenthal; for she could not get rid of the ugly
idea that he was in some way connected with
the J ew’s mysterious disappearance.

Pushing the rear door open, she advanced
through the hall that led to the bar and the gain-
ing-roonis.

Here the voices which she had heard in the
street changed from a bum into distinct sen-
teiices.

She stopped, horrified and aghast.

The conversation concerned her, and was not
at all complimentary in tone. Worse, her father
was leading it!

“ Betty Morgan’s a deceitful liussy, if I do say
so, that ouglitn’t to!" Morgan exclaimed, bring»
ing his hand down on tile bar in a way that
made the glasses jingle. “ I believe she’s gone
into the pay of this detective. I didn’t think of
it until just a little while ago; but now I’m sure
of it. And more, he sent her with some kind 0’
word to Williamson !”

“This is important, if true!” said Emerald,
in his smooth, even voicc.
“ It’s true! I know it!
pish with me for a long time. Kind o’ hold me
off at arm’s—length, you know. Hain’t noted at
all like a daughter. I thought it was because
I’d been bowlin’ up pnrty free. Women gener-
ally don’t like the smell 0’ liquor, and Betty’s a

woman in that respect. all over.

“But, I tell you, it’s somethin’ worse than
liquor. She’s suspicioned, from some cause or
’nuthcr, that I belong to the Tigers. So when
this blastcd detective come along with his glib
tongue, she fell ri ht in with his plans, and
turned ag‘in' her fat er.”

“ ’Tis a little tough!” laughed Emerald. “ But
I guess you’re about ri rht. And now that the
young lady has tuniblci from her pedestal, what
objection have you to my carrying out the
little scheme l mentioned some time ago!”

“None at all! Take her. if you want her,
and joy to your bargain! Give me a hundred
dollars and I’ll never lift a finger. Oh, but she’ll
make you a dandy wife, Emerald! She’s got a
temper, though, and you’ll have to trim lier
claws or she’ll scratch your eyes out. Just fork
over the hundred and sling the word when you
want her, and you can count on my helping

on!”

y Betty cowercd against the wall, sick at heart
ai l faint, as these brutal words fell on her un-
w ling ears.

And this was her father! The man she had
ti‘icd to regard with filial inspect and affection.
It was too horrible for thought! Surely she
must be dreaming. Was it not all a hideous
nightmare from which she would soon awaken?

$70! the Words that continued to come from
that whisky-scented room, would admit of no
such cnui-ous doubts. I-ier fatiur was a soul-
less, I) ack-bcurh-d inonster. He was one of the
notorious Emerald Tigers. and was now in-
famously bargaining with his chief for the sale
of his own flesh and bleed.

So great was her mental torture, that she al-
most shrieked aloud, as she crouched, panting,
against the wall. .

She could hear no more, but crept falteringly
to the door by which she had entered. She
looked white and pinchcd and old—so oldl—as
she s1 ood for a moment, hesitatingly, on the
wooden sidewalk.

Then, with a cry, that was half a scream, she
fled wildly down the street.

CHAPTER XII.
A DUEL INTERRIYPTED.

THE Tom-cat kept watch at the window, and
Rosenthal slept peacefully until morning. The
Tigers did not return to the assault—for the
best of reasons. They feared to. The street
was prett well lined with saloons, mest of
them all-n. ht houses, with a heavy patronage.
An assaultin force would call these men from
the bars and gaming-tables, and an awkward
explanation would i e the. result.

After retreating from the rear of ROSentlial’s
shop, the Tigers retired to the little backvroom,
which they generally used for purposes of con-
sultation, and proceeded to a thorough canvass
of the situatiOn.

There was not much comfort to be found. in
it, though they examined it from every .ossible
point or view. ‘ They feared the better- isposed

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people of the town. More than once a Vigilance
Committee had attempted to straighten out mat-
ters that seemedmrooked; and it might think it
its duty to straighten out this, if too much noise
was made. And a Vigilance Committee was
such a lieedlcss', unreasoning thing; and, withal,
so exceedingly dangerous.

“ They can’t stay in that shop always!” said
Ei‘nerald. “ They must come out, sooner orlatcr;
and when they do, that will be our opportunity.
We must pick a quarrel with them in some way.
Make them seem the aggressors, if possible.
Then get the ‘ di'op,’ and down them without
much ceremony. It’s the only way the thing
can be worked without the risk of havmg a mob
at our heels.”

They adjourned to the bar-room shortly after
daybreak. The last customer had departed and
the saloon was deserted.

Here they loiinged and talked for another
hour or two before venturing out upon the
street.

1A] guard had been kept over the shop all this
w n c.

“ What horse is that?" asked Emerald, as he
saw Miss Morgan’s horse standing at the hitch—
iiig—post.

" It’s Betty Morgan’s!” answered the guard.
“She is in the house, ain’t she? Anyway, she
went in there a good while ago.”

The guard had been at the other end of his
beat, when she came out, and so had not‘uoticed
her as she hurried dOWn the other street.

Morgan stumbled back into the saloon, swear-
ing luridly, and began a hasty search for his
daughter. Emerald and the remaining Tigers
joined him. and the search was made in an ex-
haustive and systematic manner.

“ She ain’t hyer!” said Grizzly, puffing from
his exertions.

“ Any fool can see that!” Morgan snapped.
“ But she was here, and I’ll bet a ten-dollar note
she heard every word I said about her.”

“ Perhaps she will come back, or send for her
horse,” suggested Emerald, as the baffled and
disgusted searchers again filed into the street.
“If she sends for him, we’ll follow the messen-
ger. She can’t get out of the town very easily
without a horse; and we must keep our eyes
open.”

When the Tigers first ventured into the street,
the Tom-cat awoke Rosenthal.

“ What do you think of ’em?” be queried, as
they again came out of the bar-room. “ Look
like they’d lost something an’ was hunting fer
it, don’t they?”

The sight of the horse standing there had no
especial significance for Rosenthal. It was not
the one he had seen Miss Morgan ride away on.

The cowboy had stated the rider was a woman;
that she had cw ' :‘i- l the saloon by the rmr
entrance, l'emtiiiiwl :! little while, and then hast-

ened down the street. But all this suggested
nothing. ‘

“Now, I’ll tell you what I’d do,” continued
the Tom-cat, speaking of the men grouped in
front of the saloon. “People air crawlin’ out
all around, gittin’ ready for the day’s bizness.
Thar’s a lot of ’em on the street now, an’ they’re
a-thickenin’.

“ My belief is the ’11 see fa’r play, or take a
hand in the fun. ain’t afraid 0’ the chaps in
front 0’ that prairie-dog hole. Not by a. jugful,
I ain’t! We can’t stay in hyer allus. I’m git-
tin’ wolfish now. Feel like I could eat a steer—
horns, hoofs and all. Thar’ll be another case
0’ cannibalism ready fer the papers to write
about, of I don‘t git something to eat purty
soon!

“ Now, my idee is to march right out o‘ hyer,
open an’ above-board. Ef any man goes fer to

ull a gun, down ’im. Bluff, my bold detective!

lutf’s allus the game that wins!”

ROseiithal was as bold and daring a. man as
could be found anywhere. But his training had
made him extremer careful and cautious. and
his present physical weakness had a tendency to
make him more so.

He knew, however, that he would never be
able to leave the shop without having the eyes
of the Tigers fixed upon his movements.

"‘ You are right, Tom-cat,” he assented. “ Get
your shooters ready, and I will proceed to open
the shop as if nothing unusual had happened.
we must get out of here, and a bold move is
probably the best. I must get back to Morgan’s
soon, and find out what the young lady has
accomplished. It seems we have wasted time
in coming here, but we may accomplish some-
thing yet. ’

He swung the front door open While speaking,
and stepping boldly into the street, began ro-
moving the shutters from the windows.

 

“ Oh, my gootncssl” he spluttered, in a. voice

intended to be heard by the Tigers, “ dot mans
musd haf Shooded me py a cannons, vrom de
vay dot mine he’t vheels v’en I my arms leeft
lib. Id g0 shin rount like a hummin’-dop.”

“ Hello!” exclaimed Emerald. “ They’re wak-
ing up over there. Now, to down them!” ,

The Tom-cat stepped out of the shop at the
same moment.

“ What idiot is that?’ demanded Emerald, in
a loud voice, speaking to Morgan. “ No one
but a fool would Wear such an outlandish cap!”

“ VVouldn’t, boy .1” yelled the Tom-cat, who
was bristling for a fight.

“ I must git out 0’ this!” whispered Martin,
hastily. “ If you git into a muss it won’t do fer
me to be seen with you. I might be called on
to act as as judge in the case. So I'll purceed to
make myself scarce.”

He. backed into the saloon and retreated
through the rear door.

“ I wasn’t speaking to you I” Emerald replied,
coldly. “ But if you overheard my words, all
right. I stick to them!”

‘ Don’t know who I am, hey 2” said the cow-
boy, advancing slowly, while an excited crowd
began to gather. “ Well, I’m the Texas Toni-
cat, I am; an’ I kin claw the hide off’n any fel-
ler thas pokes fun at my cap.”

Emerald saw that the cow boy would probably
prove a wicked fighter and his desire for an en-
counter cooled somewhat. But he could not
back r10wn, no matter what the danger.

“ I don’t have to ask anybody who you air!”
shouted the cowboy. “ You’re the chief o’ a
band 0’ boss—thieves and murderers, and your
name’s Emerald Green !”

The Jew had followed the bold and eccentric
cowboy; and now stood near, with hands thrust
deeply into his pockets and his stupid eyes roll—
ing wildly.

‘Oh, mine gootness, vos dot so 9” he ejaculated.

“ You bet it’s so! And these hyer‘s the chaps
that tried to lay us out last night.”

“ You’re a liar!” exclaimed Green, reaching
for his revolver, an example imitated by several
of his foIIOWers.

“Fair play!” shouted the crowd. “ Take yer
han’s off‘n them guns. This is a fight betWeen
Emerald and the Tom—cat; and may the best
man win!”

As the sport reached for his revolver, both
hands of the cowboy leaped into the air. Each
contained a revolver; and Emerald saw that one
was pointed full at him and that the other
threatened his followers.

“ Toni-cats ag’in’ tigers!” shouted the cowboy.
“ Hyer I am, teeth and claws! W'hoop! Mariar!
Mariar! Sp’t, sp‘t, sp’t, meeow!”

“ You’ve got the drop on me!” said Emerald,
sullenly. “ Put up your gun; I’m not going
to give you a chance to down me by pulling
mine.”

“ Want to shoot me in the back sometime,
hey? Well, Mister Tiger, I won’t be hard on
you. I’d like to brand you, though, so that I’ll
know you whenever we meet ag’in’. I’ll just
draw my claws into their velvet skin and give
you a second chance fer the pot. ’Nuther
words, I’ll put up my weepons and meet you in
a fa’r, stand-up fight. Anyway you want it.
Teeth an’ claws, fists, knives er pistols. I ain’t
noways purtickler. You kin pay yer money, an’
take yer choice.”

A yell of approval went up from the rapidly
augmenting crowd; and Emerald saw that he
must fight or make a comrlete back-down.

“ Pistols it is!” he exclaimed, angrily.

He was a crack shot; and in a regular duel
the cowboy would have no opportunity to get
the “ drop” on him.

He knew from the way the Tom-cat handled
his Weapons that he was a pistol—expert; but he
had to take the chances, If he refused to meet
him, after the cowhoy’s bold and even generous
offer, he would lose the respect, not only of the
Tigers, but of every fighting man in the town.

Street duels. in a town like Eli, are not elabor-
ate affairs. The combatants take their positions.
Wheel at a signal and commence firing.

On this occasion no seconds were chosen. The
crowd was relied on to render any necessary
assistance and see that justice was done to each.

Gabriel Crane was selected to give the signal
for the firing to commence.

“ Air you all ready?" he shouted, swinging a
dirty red handkerchief up and down.

All eyes were turned upon the duelists and no
one saw a sallow-faced and heady-eyed individ-
ual tip-toe his way toward the throng.

It was Saffron Sol, and he carried in his hand
the deadly bomb with which he had once defied
the Tigers.

“ Air you all ready?” again called Gabriel
Crane.

 

 

“ Ready? Yes; we’re ready for eternity !”

Saffron Sol fairly screamed the words, and,
as he did so, he gave the bomb an n )ward toss
that could scarcely fail to land it at senthal’s
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CHAPTER XIII.
A FIENDISH COMPACT.
A GENERAL cry of horror and dismay arose

as the deadly missile hurtled through the air. ,-
TliOse startling words had drawn all eyes to 
Many present were among those I,

Saffron So].
he had held at bay in front of the jail; and they
recognized the fateful dynamite bomb instantly.

Crane dropped the handkerchief and took til
his heels; and almost every man in the crow-l
turned in flight. It was the promptng of blind
instinct, for none of them could by any possibil—
ity have reached a place of safety before the de—
scending of the bomb.

As for Saffron Sol, he stood with arms folded,
apparently heedless of the violent death that
speedily awaited him in common With those
around. There was a suicidal glare in his heady
eyes, a hectic flush on his yellow checks, and his
breath came in quick hard gas s.

“ Three times have I killed ob Brentwood l”
he yelled, as the bomb curved downward toward
the Jew.

Rosenthal recoilcd as he saw the bomb mount-
ing. He knew its deadly nature, even 1f the
frantic rush had not informed him. To run was
useless. .

In this time of supreme peril the stupid look
disappeared from his eyes: his form straightened
to its natural, manly pro ortions; and a firm,
though desperate, resolve 5 one in his face.

As that tcrril lc missile of death descended, the
disguised deli ( ‘i\v caught it in his open hands,
with a touch so light and gentle that it could not
have crushed an iggsliell. It was a feat not ex-
celled by that of any ball—player that erer graced
the diamond. ' '

But, when the terrible ordeal was passed, his
face became corpse-like in its pallor and he trem-
bled like a leaf.

A shout came from those who had witnessed
the performance; and Saffron Sol, seeing that
his murderous intentions had been foiled, turned
to run. The stampedin crowd stopped, stared

at the bomb which the ew was holding in plain :
view, then darted in angry pursuxt of the man

who had thrown it.

The duel was forgotten. Emerald Green had
followed in Crane’s retreating footstepsoandthe‘
Toni-cat threw himself with desperate Vigor info
the chase.

But the hunted man seemed to have the power
of magically disap caring. The pursuit came to
naught. The shoe and terror were not quickly
forgotten, however, and all through the day
excited knots of men gathered on the streets and
discussed the probable motive of the bomb-
thrower. _

Shortly after noon one of Tigers approached
Emerald Green with the information t at he had
located Saffron Sol in an unused stable.

“ Better rally the boys, hadn’t I, and drag the!
feller out 0’ there?” ' .

“No!” decided Emerald, positively. “ Do
nothing of the kind. I want to .have a talk
“ith him, for I think I can use him to advan—
ta e.”

1The chief of the Tigers had been doing some
heavy thinking that morning. The more he
thought the more puzzled he became. It was
evident that the bomb had been hurled at the

retended Jew, with the intention of slaying
him regardless of the lives of the bystanders. It
seemed the act of a madman. .

What was the motive? He had asked himself
that question again and again. Saffron Sol had
called the detective Bob Brentwood.

“And this is the third time he has killed him!”
mused Emerald. “ What did the fellow mean
by that? I must see him and find out!”.

Not wishing to attract attention to his move—
ments, he set off in a leisurely way for the stable
which his subordinate had pointed out.

tion.

He realized the perilous nature of his errand.
Saffron Sol might regard him as one of the pur-
suers and attempt to slay him when he entered
the building. .

He gained the stable, constantly expecting a
shot from the concealed man. No one was ViSi-
ble, and he began to think his informant had
been mistaken. At length he noticed the toe of

a boot protruding from beneath a roll of hay.
Drawing a revolver, he coolly covered the

place where he supposed the man’s body to 
“ I’ve got you covered, Saffron Sol!” he said,

speaking in a smooth and even voice.

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you were here and I came to have a talk with
you. I have no Wish to lead those bloodhounds
to this place and will not do so if you will act
reasonably.

“ I must say I am very much obliged to you
for getting me out of a very ugly quarrel this
morning; though I thought for a time, when I
saw that bomb sailing through the air, that the
jig was up with all of us.

“You are an enemy of this detective, Bob
Brentwood, and so am I. On that point, at
least, we can agree. Perhaps we can form an
alliance that will aid in putting him under the
ground.”

Sol did not stir until Breiitwood’s name was
mentioned. Then he rolled out from under the
hay, clutching a revolVer in his right hand, and
stared curiously at the speaker.

“ I heard you say that you wanted to kill the
fellow?” Emerald questioned, looking in the eyes
of Saffron over the deadly tube of the revolver.
“ I’m in the same box: so we ought to be
friends.”

“ I did kill him!” cried Saffron Sol, sitting
up, while his eyes blazed. “ I killed him twice,
but' he won’t stay killed. Once I shot him
through the heart; and this week I shot him
through the head with a IVinchester.”

“ His head is tied up!" replied Emerald, 10w—
ering his weapon when he saw that So] had no
intention of using his. “ So you’re the man
that shot him:l Well, your ball only grazed his
head. Perhaps you didn’t do any better work
“ith you put a bullet through his heart, as you
c aim.’

“ Oh, but I saw him lying dead that time. I
know a dead man when I see one.”

Emerald could not repress a start. Saffron
Sol’s experience was so similar to his own. He
also had shot Bob Brentwood through the heart
as he believed. He also had seen him lying
dead, after that shot, with a bite face and
sightless eyes staring heavenward.

S'Ilie did not care to mention it, however, to

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“IVell, it seems that he is still alive, any-
wiaVy!” he exclaimed with a forced laugh.
“ ow, to come to the point that brought me
here. I am in control of a band of desperate
men. I want Bob Brentwood put out of the
way; and if you will do the job I will pay you
handsomely and stand by you with my men
through thick and thin.”

“ Put her there!” exclaimed Saffron, with an
insane chuckle, stretching forth his hand in an
eager way that showed how much he valued
the roffered aid. “ I’m the man you want.”

“ nat’s just what I thought! I turned the
thing over in my mind pretty carefully after
you tossed that bomb into the crowd. And by
the way, the manner. in which Brentwood
caught that was the nerviest thing I chi‘ saw.”

“ Yes, curse him; he’s got grit enough! And
as many lives as a cat!”

“ So when I learned where you had holed up
I determined to come and have a talk with you.
We have the same object in view—the death of
Bob Brentwood—and therefore we are the last
men in the world to be enemies. You’ve got
the sand to put a job of that kind through; and
I’ve got the man to back you after the work’s
done!”

“Where did Brentwood go?” Saffron Sol
asked. '

“ Now, I can’t tell you. When the crowd
started after you, he ran in the o iposite direc-
tion with the bomb in his hands. e may have
returned and entered his shop without attract-
ing my notice. Perhaps he’s there now. Thei e
were SO many people on the street that I
couldn’t make out an 'thing plainly. And, be-
sides, I will confess was a little excited. If
he’s there, the Texas Tom-cat. as he calls
himself, is with him; and that chap’s a wicked
fighter. _ .

“ 1n going into this thing 110w, Saffron, I
don’t like to ask any questions, because I don’t
Want to answer any and likely enough you
don’t. But I must say that When I caught you
under the jail that night Iwould have swurn
that you was standing in With Brentwood. I
didn’t see your face that night; but I know now
that ou’re the fellow.”

“ GS!” Sol replied, with a look of ferocious
hate. “ I intended to cut my way into the
jail and put a knife into him.”

“ What for?” r'

“ For the same reason that made you place
the bomb under there! I can put two and two
together and make four out of them as well as
the next man.”

Emerald winced.

“Don’t ask me any questions if you don’t
want me to say what I think i” Saffron blurted,

 

savagely. “ I’ve killed him twice, and I’ll kill
him again!”

He leaned forward, fixed his burning eyes on
the face of Emerald Green, and whispered, in a
hollow, awe-struck voice:

“ Do you believe in spirits? Sometimes I
think that Bob Brentwood must be a spirit. I
shot him through the heart, man! I tell you I
shot him through the heart. There can’t be
any mistake about it. I saw him lying there on
the bloody grass, with the crowd around him,
and he was dcml .' Now he’s alive again. Tell
me what it means.”

He grasped Emerald by the shoulder and
drew him forwm'd until his blazing eyes looked
fairly into those of the siort; while his hot,
panting breath fell updn Emerald’s blanching
cheeks.

“ Ugh l” exclaimed the sport, wrenching him-
self away. “ You give one the horrors.”

He had caught the glare of true insanity in
those burning eyes, and feared to trust himself
longer there.

“ You looked then as if you would like to
knife me. Save those looks for Brentwood;
and remember that I’ll stand by you !”

He hurried precipitately from the stable, anx-
ious to get as far as possible from those terrible
eyes.

“ By Jupiter!”
sweat from his clammy forehead.
is as mad as a March hare!”

CHAPTER XIV.
BETTY MORGAle GRIEF.

WHEN the pursuit of Saffron Sol was com-
menced, Roseiithal looked carefully around to
see if any one was observing him, and then
lstarted in the other direction, carrying the
iouib.

Twice that deadly missile had threatened his
life. Now that it was in his possession, he re-
solved that it should not be so used again.

He did not stop until he reached a deep and
partially filled—in well beyond the limits of the
town. It had not been used for months. A
rusty tin-bucket and a long rotten rope lay by
the curbing. Into this well he detcrmined to
send the bomb. He knew of no way in which
he could conveniently and safely destroy it: and
he feared to leave it anywhere above ground.
If accidentally exploded at any time, at that
great depth, it would probably do no more than
wreck the well. ‘

He examined the rope carefully, placed the
bomb in the bucket and slowly lowered it into
the black depths. When the bucket seemed to
have touched the bottom, he dropped the rope
in after it and hurried away.

The Tom-cat was still with the searching-
party; and Rosenthal hastened to the shop. He
wanted to think over the singular events of the
morning. The sudden appearance of so reck-
less and dangerous an enemy as Saffron Sol had
shown himself to be, rather 11 set his nerves.
An enemy who, in seeking to ki 1 you, shows no'
regard for his own life, is indeed an enemy t’b
be feared.

And, too, Roseiithal was at a loss to account
for the motive that prompted Saffron Sol in his
murderous attacks. So far as he knew, they
were total strangers to each other. He could
not remember that he had cvei‘ seen Saffron Sol
before coming to the. town  Eli.

Had it not been for the wculiar character of
the assault he Would have felt certain the t Saff-
ron Sol was some desperate assassin in the my
of Emerald Green. But that could not be. he
hurtling bomb jeopardized the life of Emerald
Green equally as much as it did the life of the
pretendcd Jew.

After an hour’s vain pondering, he was forced
to acknowledge that the problem was too diffi-
cult for him to solve.

While he u as still thinking upon the subject,
a timid knock was heard at the back door.
Fearing it might have been made by some
enemy, he peeped through a window before
venturing to answer the summons. A boy stood
on the low steps, holding a letter in his hand.

No one else seemed near, and Rosenthal quick-
ly opened the door.

. “ A letter fer you 3” said the boy, tossing it
into the room; and then hurrying away before
the detective had time to question him.

Rosenthnl picked the letter up from the floor,
Spread it out on his kneeand eagerly devoured
its contents.

It was, or purported to be. from Betty *‘Mor-
gan. Short and to the point, it simply stated
that she was at the house of a friend and wished
to see him on a matter of great importance.
The street and location of the house were given.

“ This may be a trick!” he mused, as he read

he ejaculated, wiping the
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the letter over. “ It’s worth investigating,
however. I am not acquainted 'with Betty’s—
Imean Miss Morgan’s—handwriting, and my
suspicions alone suggest that this may be a ruse
of Emerald Green’s. Miss Morgan has had
plenty of time in which to reach Eli; and she
would probably come direct to the town when
she found we gone.”

There was a rap at the front entrance; not
timid, like the first, but vigorous and resound—

in .

g‘ Hello, Moses! Ef you’re in thar, open the
door!” _

It was the voice of the Tom~catz and Rescue
thal unlocked the door without further hesita-
tion.

“The fcllcr took wings, I reckon!” said the
cowboy, as he stalked into the room. " Couldn’t
find claw ncr feather of him.”

“ I’m glad you came just now!" Rosciithal in-
terrupted, placing the letter in the cowboy’s
hands. “ That’s from Miss Morgan; and she
wishes me to meet her at a ccrtain house down
the street. It may be one of Emerald (ircen’s
tricks to get me into his power; but, any way, I
can’t afford not to look into it.

“ I intend to visit that. house. It’s high time
we made some move. You can trust me to
look out for myself. However, if I shouldn’t-
como back in an hour, you can proceed to make
an investigation of the cause. If you can
neither find me nor learn what has become of
me, ride, hot-footed, for the Morgan cabin. I
think Williamson and his cowboys are there, or
in the vicinity; and you will then have to dctcr-r
mine what course to pursue, after consultation
with him."

The Tom-cat commenced a protest: but Rosen—
thal paid no heed to it, and soon after left the
shop.

Men were gathered on the main thoroughfare,
in little groups, discussing the events of the
morning; but Rosenthal carefully avoided their
notice by keeping to the back streets.

The house was not difficult to find. His knock
was answered by a woman, with a face so kind.
ly and pleasant that his doubts and misgivings
dissolved like the morning mist.

" Miss Morganl Yes; you will find her in
the parlor. Your name is Rosenthul, I pre-
Slime!"

She turncd about and led the way to the
room indicated.

On entering it, Rosenthnl was surprised to
find that Bett had been weeping bitterly.
Tlicrc wcrc still traccs of tears on her cheeks.

“ Why—why, what is the meaning of this?” he
asked, sympathetically.

“ Oh, Mr. BrcntWood l” the poor girl exclaim-
ed. “ It’s too horrible to mention, almost.
How can I ever go home again? Father is one
of the—”

She stopped, and again gave way to a flood of

ief

r .

“I think I know what you mean!” he said,
gently. “ But, unless you desire, you need not.
unnecessarily wound your feelings by telling
me.”

“ Oh, it’s dreadful, Mr. Brentwood l” moaned
the unliap y girl. “ My father one of the
Emerald igers! How can I ever look an hon-
est person in the face again?”

“ Tell me!” said the detective, endeavoring to
draw hcr thoughts from so unpleasant a sub-
ject. “ How comes it that I find you here?”

Thus prompted, Betty, with many halts'and
much hesitation, told her story, beginning with
ll(‘!‘ arrival at 'Willianison’s ranch.

“ I was insane for a little while, I belicve, Mr.
Brcntwood 1” she said, piteously. “ The liorri-
liie Words which I heard father utter almost
crushed me. It was blind instinct alone that
led me to this house, the house of my friend,
Mrs. Simpson. When I rushed away from that
531001], with those awful words ringing in my
ears, I had no desire, no thought but to get as
far away from there as possible. I thought the
mental torture would kill me.”

The detective gave her a look that was more
than simpl ' a look of friendly and sympathetic
interest. t had in it something of the light of
love.

“ I have some opinions in regard to this mat-
ter that I will reveal to you when I have tested
them more fully. In the mean time try not to
think aiput it. I can assure yon. Miss MQrgany
that whatever your father proves to be Will not
in the least lessen the respect and esteem which
I entertain for you.” . .

The grateful and trustful glance With which
she replied conveyed more than mere words
could have done. , .

“ Williamson’s men are hidden in the rav1nes,,
I believe you stated?”

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“Yes! And that reminds me!” Betty ex-
claimed, with more animation than she had yet
shown. “ How came that hole in the door?”

It was a question that the detective would
have preferred avoiding, for it could only reveal
,Morgan’s treachery and duplicity still more
clearly. But the question had been asked; and
he answered it, toning the rough shades down
as much as a due regard for truth would
allow.

“ And to think that he is my father!” Betty
cried, the tears shining in her lustrous 0 es.

“ It is important that I go at once to V illiam-
son!" continued the detective, taking no notice
of the exclamation. “ We must move on the
Tigers while their forces are divided.”

“ I am afraid to remain here and I dare not
return home!“ Betty moaned. “ Would it be
impossible for me to go with you?”

“ Why do you fear to remain here?” with a
surprised loo '.

“ I saw one of Emerald‘s men looking in at
me from the window this morning," explained
Betty. “ After what I heard at the Squatters'
Rest that naturally makes me nervous. I fear
something may befall me while you are away i”

“ I will see that on have proper protection I”
he assured her. ‘ There is a man in my shop,
.now, who is worth a dozen ordinary fighting
men. He is a little singular in his ways and in—
sists on calling himself the Texas Tomocat, but I
can assure you that he is thoroughly reliable

and as brave as a lion.

“ \l'ith your consent I will have him remain
here in the house, within easy call, during my
absence. You could find no better protector.”

Betty deniurred slightly, but at last consented
to the arrangement, and Rosenthal hastened

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CHAPTER XV.
\vHIPPED TIGERS.

“ Hocn’s a little more’n up,” said the Tom-
cat, as Rosenthal re—entered the shop. “I was
,jist a-gittiu’ ready to go after you. Thought
iiiebbo the Tigers had jumped on you from some
p’int iii the jungle and teetotilly devoured you.”

Roseiithal laughed.

" Nothing of the kind, Tom-cat. The inter-
view lasted a little longer than I expected it to,
that’s all.”

“ Kinder interestin’, eh? Waal, when a feller
gits to chiiiiiiii‘ a han’some young woman, it is
purty tough to have to pull up his picket-pin an’
move on. Grass is a ittle sweeter roun’ thar
than any other part 0’ the range. That’s been
my experience, too.”

The detective almost blushed at this sally.

“ Miss Betty is a handsome young woman, I’ll
admit: but I Won’t say that your shot struck
anywhere near the target.”

“ Hit the bull’s-eye pluui’—eenter,” chuckled
the cowboy. “ I reckon you’ll give me a invite
to the weddin’.” - '

“Yes, when it takes place. That will not be
to—day, however. For the present we have

something more important to COIlSldeI‘. I start

for Morgan’s cabin in less than a half-hour.”

This was news, and the Cowboy looked up
questJOiiingly.

“ I think it advisable to take the horse that
Miss Morgan rode into town. That’s it, stand-
ing at that hitching-post. No doubt it is thirsty
and hungry. I can‘t stay to feed it, hOWever.
if you will see that it is watered, then ride it to
the far end of the alley and hitch it there, I will
be obliged to you.”

“ Then the gal that went into the saloon this
mornin’ was Miss Morgan?” the Tom—cat ques-
tioned.

“ Yes. She is at a house down street which I
will point out to you directly. If I take her
horse and get out of the town unobserved, the
Emerald Tigers will not suspect my absence.
The absence of my own horse would create such
a suspicion immediately“ They are so excited
they may not notice that the horse is gone; and
if they do they will think that Miss Morgan has
:toleii n. march on them and slipped away unob-
served.”

“ But they may see me i" the Tom-cat pro-
tested.

“ l’ut on this coat and hat and your move-
ments will attract no attention!"

The detective tossed him a shabby coat and a
soft, broadvbrimmed hat.

“ But before you go there is one th' g more I
wish to speak of. Miss Morgan thin s that her

leace of refuge has been discovered by the
igers. She fears that some trouble may be-
fall her while I am away.

“ I want you to go to the house where she is
and remain there until my return. Go there as

secretly and quietly as you can. Keep your

 

eyes and ears open; and if the Tigers attempt
any tricks you will know what to do.”

“ Thought I war goin’ with you i” the Tom-
cat howled.

“ I would be glad to have your company,”
assured Rosenthal, “for I expect to see some
hot work before I get back. But just now this
other is the most important.”

“An’ what of the boss Tiger wants to con-
tinner the game that was bu’sted this mornin’?
I’ve been expectin’ it; and sot liyer the hull
hour you war gone, jest a-dra win’ my claws in
an’ out, a-gittin’ ready fer him.” ,

“Keep out of his way I” was the positive and
rather stern reply. “ Don’t allow yourself to
be drawn from the house. If they discovm'
your whereabouts they may try somethinor of
the kind to get you away from there. keep
shady and don’t be led into any trap.”

“ Tigers ag’in Tom-cats. I’d like to meet ’em
in a sqiiar’ tight! But, it’s your say, Moses.
You’re the boss 0’ the round-up on this trip, an’
mum's the word. Hang it all, it goes ag’in’ the
grain! But I’ll do it.”

“ I knew you would!” said the detective, giv-
ing the cowboy his hand. “It isn’t the first
time I’ve trusted you. Now, if you’ll look after
the horse, I’ll do a little bit of disguising and
try to get away from here without being spot-

d 'l

“Then the Tom-cat had departed on his mis-
sion, Rosenthal carefully bathed and re-
bandaged his head. Then be cast aside the
Jewish masquerading garb and arrayed him-
self in a very becoming suit. A soft, felt hat,
placed jauntin upon one side of his head to
conceal the wound, and a false beard completed
the disguise; and so great was the transforma-
tion that detection seemed almost impossible.

Even the cowboy, when he returned to the
office, did not at first recognize him.

As further delay was useless, and might prove
perilous, the detective gave the cowboy the in-
structions necessary to enable him to find the
house where Betty Morgan had taken refuge.
Then he slipped out at the rear entrance and
hurried down the deserted alley.

A little later he was mounted on Williamson’s
horse, and speeding at a rapid gait toward the
Morgan cabin.

It was past noon considerably when he reach-
ed it. No one was there; but a man rode out
 the nearest ravine and came rapidly toward

1m.

It proved to be one of Williamson’s cowboys,
and R'isenthal returned with him to the ra-
vine, where Williamson and his men were in
waiting.

Williamson was almost insane from the long
sus )ense. I

‘ I regret the delay exceedinglyl"said the
detective. “But if you will give the word, we
will delay no longer. I am ready and eager to
pilot you to the lair of the Tigers. A number
of them. with Emerald Green, their chief, are
now in Eli. This division of their force will
necessarily weaken them, and I believe we Will
have no difficulty in routing them and rescuing
your son.”

So 1m atient was lVilliamson that he gave
the wor of command almost before Rosenthal
ceased speaking, and the little cavulcade dashed
away toward the cedar gorge.

Williamson and his cowboys were familiar
with the location of the gorge; in fact, as de-
tailed in a preceding chapter, they had there
met and been deceived by the Emerald Tigers
only a few days before. But they had nct been
aware of the fact that the gorge concealed in its
gloomy depths the month of a cavern.

When they reached the upper end of the
gorge the afternoon was far spent; but, not-
withstanding the fact that their horses were
pretty well blown, Williamson urged an imme-
diate advance.

“ Before we 0 on, there are two things that
ought to be 100 ed to,” explained the detective.
“ I know you are anxious to proceed, Mr. Will-
iamson; but you must remember the old adage,
‘ Haste makes waste.’

“The Tigers have not discovered us, I feel
tolerably certain, unless they have sentinels
concealed somewhere on the plains. I don’t
think that is at all probable. They are, no
doubt, trusting in the secrecy of their retreat
for safety. \ .

“ Now, if we dash in from this end, they may
escape at the other. Send a detachment of men
to the other end, and they can only get away by
climbing the canyon-like walls. ‘

“ I think it best that I should advance first.
If possible, I will crawl into the cavern, and be
ready to protect your son—with my life, if
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is to go to the other end of the gorge can also
start. By keeping to the ravines, they can avoid
discovery.

“ You must know that I have never been here,
but gained my knowledge by overbearing a con-
versation between the Tiger leaders. Their
directions were sufficiently ex licit, howeVer, to
enable me to find the place. here is a‘ pocket’
not far from the other end of the gorge, and in
that pocket is the mouth of the cave. When I
reach it I will retreat five hundred steps, and
tie my handkerchief to a bush on the right side
of the cliff. When you see that handkerchief,
dig your spurs into your horses and charge
with a yell. You will start just forty minutes
after I do.”

The plan was extremely simple; and no time
was lost in carrying it out.

Rosenthal advanced cautiously on foot;and
the detachment moved forward in a parallel
line, through a deep ravine.

Twenty niinutes’ vigorous walking brought
the detectiive to what he considered dangerous
ground. Then be advanced in a creeping, eat—
like manner, until he came to the “ pocket.”
It wasa deep and dark hole, the further end
concealed by a mass of gnarled and scrubby
cedars. ’

Satisfied that this was the place, he cautiously
retraced his way, hung his handkerchief in a
prominent place and again crept forward.

Drawinga revolver, he crawled toward the
cedar thicket. N0 sentinel was in sight; and
everything was so quiet he feared he might find
the place deserted.

But, as he drew near, the low hum of voices
reassured him. Peering through the iiiterestices
of the low branches he saw about a dozen men
reclining various attitudes about the mouth of
the cave. Some were smoking and talking,
some sleeping and some playing cards.

At one side sat a boy that Rosenthal knew
was Williamson’s son. He was not bound; but
a surly, villainous~looking ruflian lay on the
ground not far away, with a revolver in his

and.

The detective had only time to make these ob-
sm-vations, when he heard the charging yell of
Williamson’s cowboys. He had not expected it
so soon ; but Williamson was too impatient to de-
lay the matter a moment longer than the time
allowed.

The surprised Tigers started up, with maths
and exclamations of alarm; and the villain de-
tailed to watch over the boy leveled his cocked
revolver at the helpless lad and began to back
toward the cavern. There was murder in his
eyes; and Rosenthal fully expected to see the
flash of the Weapon and hear the report.

“ It’s your life or the boy’s, I calculate!” he
gritted, as he brought his own weapon to a level
and hastily sighted it. “I hate to do it, but it
can’t be helped; so down goes your meat-
house!”

At the crack of the revolver the Tiger threw
up his hands and reeled; and Williamson’s cow-
boys charged into the “ pocket,” with thunder.
hoofs and startling yells.

The outlaws retreated into the cavern, fight-
ing desperately: and these not slain, escaped by
another entrance, of which Rosenthal had no
previous knowledge.

It was quick and hot work, followed by a de-
cisive victory.

The meeting between, father and son was
pathetic and tearful.

CHAPTER XVI.
A SLEEPY TOM-CAT.

THE Tom-cat disliked the change made in his
head-gear by the necessities of disguising; and
when he visited Mrs. Simpson’s residence he
carried his cat-skin cap tucked away in a capa-
cious pocket of his coat.

After the formalities of introduction were
over, he retreated awkwardly to the room as-
signed him and proceeded, with much satisfac-
tion, to array himself in his own original and
uni ue style.

“ ’d ruther fight Tigers any day!” he ex-
claimed, mopping the perspiration from his
streaming face. “ The ideer o’ the Texas Tom-
cat n-doin’ the agreeable to ladies! Actilly
a-wttin’ in the parlor a-twiddlin’ his thumbs
like a dude! It’s too much. When it comes to
ropin’ a steer, er checkin’ a stampede, er fightin’,
I’m a hull team and a dog Ounder the wagon.
But I wasn’t horned to‘ be a man 0’ fashion; not
by a jugfull ‘

“Now, Moses c’u’d do that, I’ll warrant ye,
an’ eiij’v it; but I can’t. When that ’ere young
lady looks at me with them bloomin’ eyes 0’
hern, like bi , , blue flowers, it goes clean to my
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The room occupied by the cowboy had a cur-
tained window overlooking the street and the
rincipal portion of the town. From it the
‘ Squatter s Rest,” Rosentbal’s shop and a sec-
tion of the main street was Visible.

Behind this curtained window he stationed
himself; and all through the long hours of the
afternoon stared at the passers-by and the
knots of excited men on the street corners.

“ They ain’t got over talkin’ about that
bomb—shell bizness yit! That thar Emerald
seems to be pokin’ his nose around purty lively.
Mebbe he’s a-huntin’ yours truly. Ef’t warn’t
fer the boss’s orders he c’u’d find him mighty
suddent. Goes ag’in’ the grain to be a-snoopin’
aroun’ this away when thar‘s a man that wants
to see you ‘special’!

“ ’Tain’t the Tom-cat’s st 1e; but I’m bound
to look after this young eifer, er bu’st. I
reckon ef the Tiger chief know’d ’t Moses was
this minnit a-cuttin’ sticks fer the Morgan ranch
he’d buzz around some livelier’n he is!”

It was with the greatest difficult that the
cowboy was induced to partake of supper with
the Simpson family and pretty Betty Morgan.

“ I ain’t the least mite hungry, ma’am!" he
protested. “ Lord love ye, I’ve gone a hull
week without eatin’, often!”

But Mrs. Simpson would not take “ no” for
an ansWer: and the Tomcat followed her
sheepishly into the dining-room.

_ Mrs. Simpson offered to care for his outland-
ish cap, but he insisted on placing it on the
chair beneath him, and sitting on it.

“ Can’t hurt the thing by settin’ on it, ma’am:
fer 1 use it as a piller, often! ’Tain’t any use 0’
puttin’ you to bother ’bout an ole catskin cap.”

Betty Morgan sat at his elbow; and kept up
a running fire of conversation in order to draw
his thoughts away from himself. But the ef-
fort was a failure. The Tom-cat ate a few
mouthfuls, gulped down a cup of hot coffee and,
after surreptitiously secretingabiscuit in his
catskin cap, beat a hasty retreat.

“Powerful good feedin’l” he muttered, as be
munched the stolen biscuit in the seclusion of
his own room. “ An’ the table war act’illy a-
groanin’ with it. But thar’s jest somethings
the Texas Tom-cat can’t stand; and society’s
one o’ ’em !” ‘

The cowboy had had no sleep the previous
night: and, as darkness came on, an intense
drowsiness took possession of him.

For hours he fought it ofi’, by rubbing his
eyes and staring at the twinkling li hts of the
town. One b one these went out. he streets
grew quiet. he wind ceased its usual shriek-
ing, and sung only the gentlest of lullabys.

he droning of insects grew into the sem-
blance of a 10w cradle-song; and the Tom-cat’s
head fell helplessly forward upon his broad
breast.

Just before daybreak a rider dashed reckless-
ly up the streets of Eli, leaped from his foam-
ilpg steed and hurried into the Squatters’

est.

The bar-room was deserted b all save Gabriel
Crane, who was reclining, hal -asleep, on a bil-
liard table.

“Where’s Emerald?” asked the man, as Crane
started up.

“ In his room up-stairs asleep, I reckon! He
went up there ’bout two hours ago. Anything
bu’sted?”

“Bu’sted?” howled the new-comer. “Ever’-
thing’s gone to ’tarnal smash. Hustle ’im down

Crane did not wait to hear more, but hurried
awa ' to arouse the Tiger chief.
“ Vhat’s up!” demanded Emerald, boundin

full ' dressed.

“ he Tigers hez been whipped. cleaned-out
root an’ branch, kerflummixed! That’s what’s
the matter!" .

“Why—v.hen—how_d1d_ it happen?” stam-
mered the chief, sinking into a chair, ghastly
pale. “ Be quick! Tell me all about it!’

“Williamson’s cowboys charged us, an’ afore
you could think twicct thar was enough dead
men a-layin’ around to start a young grave-
yard. Some got away and scooted fer the' Pan-

andle. I was follerin’ ’em, when I run across
a pony. I thought you ort to hev the word ef I
could git it to you; and you kin bet I put thet
pon through.”

“ hen was this?” ’

“Jest afore dark las’ night! We warn’t
thinkin’ o’ anything 0’ the kind and they caught
us na pin’! It was nigh about midnight w en
1 got olt o’ the hoss.”

“ Then, if the should come this way!”

“They’d. be ikely to git hyer purt soon!
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done, I kin tell you. They’ll be apt to rest up!
awhile. I don’t calc’late they’ll git hyer tell
after daylight, ef they come at all. An’ I don’t
see why they shed come.”

“ It’s an hour until daylight!” said Emerald,
looking at his watch. “Rustle out the boys,
you and Crane. Stir around lively, and as soon
as you find one start him after another. Get
horses for all of us!

“ NowI must find Grizzly I" as they hastened
away in obedience to his orders. “The town
will soon be too hot to hold us. That infernal
detective is at the bottom of the whole thing,
I’ve an idea, and he’ll head for Eli just as soon
as he gets in shape to travel.

“ The Tigers have been whipped, and the jig’s
up; but I’m not going to leave the town with-
out that girl. Morgan said I could have her;
and I will!”

He left the saloon and went directly to Griz-
zly Martin’s office.

“ Wake up!” he cried, hammering upon the
door with the butt of his revolver. “ Rouse
thee, my festive mayor, for the devil is un-
chained!”

Grizzly was a light sleeper, and came to the
door romptly, in answer to the summons.

“ 6 must ( it I” was Emerald’s seiiteiitious
statement. “ he Tigers have been downed in
their own jungle.”

“ The devil! ’ exclaimed Grizzly, stepping out
upon the sidewalk.

“No it wasn’t the entleman with the hoofs
and tail that did it. t was this detectiVe, Bob
Brentwood, whom on have all along regarded
as an Israelite wit out guile. Brentwood and
Williamson’s cowboys.

“ Get your tools, for I have a little job that I
want you to assist me in, before We shake the
dust of Eli from our feet forever.”

“ The ’re hyer!” said Grizzly, producing a
brace o revolvers. “ Now, what air you figger—
in’ on?”

“ I intend to take Betty Morgan with me!”
with a harsh laugh. “She’s at Simpson’s. down
the street. One of the buys spotted her there
yesterday. Morgan’s a drunken fool; but he
said I could have her, and I intend to.”

“Thar’s danger in it, p’raps!” said Grizzly.
“ You hain’t told me the full p’ticklers; but
from what you said, I sh’u’d think we’d better
be lo in’.” ,

“ o danger in the world!” Emerald insisted.
“The boys are getting the horses ready. She
has no reason to anticipate anything of the kind.
lVe can take her easi y, and get out of town
before daylight; and no one will be the wiser.”

They were proceeding down the street° and
Emerald outlined the plan in hand and re ated
all he knew about the unexpected defeat of the
Tigers.

The red dawn was just streaking the east
when the Tom-cat was awakened by a feminine
Scream. He could scarcely realize that he had
been asleep so great a length of time.

Throwing the curtain aside, he looked out and
saw two men hurry around the corner of the
building and into the street.

“ Blast ’er!” exclaimed One of the men, rough-
ly, as a second scream rent the air. “ Stuff
that blanket into her mouth, er she’ll have the
hull town onto us!”

In that last scream, the Tom-cat recognized
the Voice of Betty Morgan. The surprise almost
paralyzed him, and before he could recover from
it the men disappeared with their burden behind
the building.

The bellow of rage that broke from the lips of
the cowboy would have done credit toa mad-
bull.

He threw up the window-sash, leaped head-
long to the earth below, and darted in pursmt.

“’hen he came up with them. they were sur-
rounded by horsemeii. Grizzly was hoisting the
unconscious girl to one of these, Emerald had
mounted and was ready to lead the flight.

“Tigers ag’in’ tom~cats!” yelled the Cowboy,
advancing at a run. “ Drap that female er I’ll
plug you 1” i

The order was not heeded, and the pop of his
revolver folloWe-d close after it. Grizzly swung
around, clutched at the air and fell dead in the
street; but the girl was caught by the horseman
and the cavalcade galloped away, firing at the
pursuer.

“ Rouse, ye cripples!” shouted the Tom-cat,
dashing after them on foot and firing at every
3nmp. “ Wake, ye sleepers! VVhar’s the fight-
in’ men 0’ this blasted, measly town? Clory-
formed the’rselves, I reckon. to keep out o’ a
muss. Mariar! Mariar! Meeow—qw! Whoop!
Git up, somebody an’ help me down ’em !”

A chorus of yells at the further end of the
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few minutes later the Tigers came slowly back,
retreating before an opposing force. '

That opposing force was Williamson’s cow-
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CHAPTER XVII.
SAFFRON SOL’s LAST MOVE.

GREAT was the joy of the Tom-cat when he
realized the turn affairs had taken. His chase.
on foot after the horsemen had been urged by a
wild and almost hopeless impulse.

Now he believed it possible to effect the rescue
of the girl, single~handed. The Tigers had all
they could attend to in watching the cowboys
before whom they were falling back. Crouch—
ing low like a veritable cat, the cowboy waited
until the horseman who held the irl reached a
point opposite. Then he launched imself at the
rascal’s throat, with the bound of a mountain

lion.

But the horse shied, wheeled suddenlygand the-
Tom—cat was hurled to the earth. efore he
could regain his feet the Tigers had assed!

Ca‘ ching a horse whose. saddle ha been emp—
tied by a pistol-shot he fell in with \Nilliainson’s
cowboys, forged to the front and assisted in
leading the advance.

“ Crowd ’em, ye snails! Crowd ‘em 1” he

elled, swinging his revolver and going through
his usual cat serenade. “ Tom-cats ag’iu’ Tigers !.
Whoop! Crowd ’em!"

As the advance was continued up the street
Emerald Green’s followers received a large'
augmentation from his admirers in the town.
Morgan also joined him, and the strange sight
was witnessed of a father assisting in the at»
tempted abduction of his daughter.

By the time they reached the Squatter’s East
the Tiger force was so increased that Emerald
decided on a bold movement.

Sparring his horse to the ,side of that of the
man who held the insensible form of Betty Mor—
gan, he raised his revolver, and shouted:

“ Back, every man of on! If on crowd me,

Bob Brentwood, by the ternal, will kill tnis
girl before your very eyes i”
\ But there was another near, his presence all
unsuspected, who was destined to change the
drift of events, as he had done on more than one.
previous occasion.

That other was Saffron Sol, the man with a.
shadow—the man of mystery, whose eccentric
actions and secret impulses no one had, so far,
been able to fathom.

When, from his place of concealment, he saw
the Tigers retreating up the street before the
force led by the detective, he crept forth and
hastened by a rear route to the Squatter’s Rest.

He hurried through the deserted saloon and
up to the room occupied by Emerald Green in
the upper story. In this room he had been en-
sconced, in consultation with the Tiger chief,
during the early hours of the night just passed.

His restless, heady eyes, roving constantly
about, had alighted upon a second bomb con-~
cealcd beneath a bundle of rags under the bed.

He did not mention the discovery, but his eyes
took on a peculiarly crafty look as the conver-
sation proceeded.

Now, as he looked out upon the street, he-
rubhcd his skinny hands together and chuckled
with fiendish glee. '

He saw that the opposing forces would be-
coiiipelled to pass beneath the window at which
he was stationed, and be determined to again
attempt the plan that had so :ignally failed at
the time of the duel.

, He drew the bomb from its plaCe of conceal-
ment, turned it over and over. gloatingly, in his
hands; and stationed himself at the window.

“ I warn you that 1 will shoot her dead!"
again cried the Tiger chief, as the detective
spurred his horse almost alongside.

“Now is the time!” whispered Saffron Sol,
opening and shutting his disengaged hand with
a convulsive movement. “ Bob Brentwood
cannot escape me now. I can throw this bomb
right under his horse’s feet.”

Then, raising his voico until it ended in a
maniacal laugh.

“ Bob Brentwood, beware! You have follOWed
me half-way across this continent! You’ll fol-
low me no longer, for this bomb will dig your
grave. Ha! ha! ha!”

Those startling words, shrieked in a high,
shrill key, followed by that blood~curdling
laugh. drew every e e to the window.

Raising, the born ,he ised it aloft, as be
fixed his urning eyes on is intended victim.

He failed to notice the quick motion made by-
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bullet plowed its way through Saffron Sol’s up-
lifted arm. By a snap-shot the cowboy had
'winged the intended assassin!

The result that followed was terrible. The
bomb fell from the nerveless hand, striking the
floor of the room with a crash. The resultant
explosion killed Saffron Sol instantly, wrecked
the building, slow the horse ridden by Emerald
Green and stretched Morgan and a number of
the Tigers, who were nearest the chief, bleeding
and senseless upon the ground.

Half-stunned and dazed, Emerald still had
sufficient presence of mind to realize that his
safety lay in flight. He extricated himself
hastily from the tangled trappings of the fallen
steed, leaped upon a horse that had been made
J‘iderless, and dashed madly away.

The shock had deafened and confused the de-
tective, but his senses quickly returned when he
saw the man, who was clasping the form of
Betty Morgan, reel in his saddle and allow the
girl to slip to the ground in a limp heap.

One hound placed Brentwood at the side of
the woman he loved. As he bent above her,
Betty opened her eyes, restored to conscious—
ness perhaps by the tremendous concussion. She
smiled faintly, as she saw his eyes looking ten-
derly into her own.

" This is no place for you 1” he said, lifting
her as gently and easily as if she were an infant.

She did not resist him or shrink from his touch;
and he carried her, with rapid steps, to the resi-
dence of Mrs. Simpson.

“ I think I can walk, now!" she said, as they

turned into the yard; and he accordingly placed

her upon her feet. But, she still clung to him
like a frightened child.

Mrs. Simpson and her family, alarmed by the
troubled outlook of the morning, had sought
refuge at a neighbor‘s; a fact which Brentwood
noted with secret pleasure.

When they had gained the house, Brentwood
hurried for a pitcher of water. Liberal appli-
cations of the water, aided by a glass of wine,
soon brought the roses back to Betty Morgan’s
cheeks.

Of the injuries received by her father she had
no knowledge. The detective was almost equally
ignorant. He had seen Morgan fall, but whether
killed or only stunned he knew not. So he
wisely held his peace on that subject, knowing
that time would reveal all the facts.

“ How can Iever repay you, Mr. Brentwood?”
Betty exclaimed, with a seriousness that was
half-pleasure and half-pain.

Brentwood was kneeling at her feet, as she
asked the question; and a glance more tender
than that of friendship came into his speaking
eyes.

Betty saw that glance and the color crept to
the roots of her dark-brown hair.

“There is one way, Betty—Miss Morgan, I
should say! It may be madness, folly in me to
indulge in such hopes. But one may covet the
stars, I suppose, if he can never possess them!”

Her drooping lashes covered her glorious eyes,
and her face, over which the tell—tale flushes
chased each other, was half-averted.

“ I must confess taat l have felt a strange in-

terest in you ever since our first meeting," he

continued, noting the look and attitude with a
glance, the keenness of which was intensified by
1tlhe deep love he felt for the beautiful girl before
1m.

“ That feeling has grown into a passion that
has overwhelmed me. Yes, Miss Morgan, I can
no longer conceal from myself the fact that I
love you as I never loved woman before. The
slightest aSsurance that you entertain for me a
tithe of the affection I hold for you, will amply
re ay me E”

etty Morgan had not anticipated such' a
re 1y to her question.

‘ 0h, Mr. Brentwood, you forget that my
father is 21—”

She hesitated and drew shrinkingly away
from him.

“I forget nothing, Miss Morgan. Whatever
your father may he does not in the least lessen
my love for you. Miss Mor an, Betty, can you
not say that you love me we 1 enough to become
my wife?”

She trembled slightly, but she had ceased to
resist his advances; and when he drew her bold-
ly to his heart, she nestled against it, believing
that she would never find a purer shrine for her
affections.

“ You do love me, Betty, do you not?” he
asked, looking down into her tear-wet eyes.

“ Since I first saw you, Mr. Brentwood! I
love you better than any being upon this
earth!”

Her voice was tremalous, yet clear; and

 

Brentwood knew, in that. supremely happy mo-
ment, that he had won a love that would last
until the light of those glorious eyes was
quenched in death.

 

CHAPTER XVIII.
CONCLUSION.

THE Tom—cat witnessed the flight of Emerald
Green and instantly spurred his horse in pur—
suit.

It was a hot chase, for both were well mount—

“Tom-cats ag’in’ Tigers; an’ the Tiger is a—
runnin’ from the Tom cat!” yelled the cowboy,
exultantly, as he dashed up the street and out
toward the broad plains. “ Whoop! Mariar!
Mariar! Stop, you striped jungle-cat! Stop or
I’ll start a lead mine under yer ornery skin!”

But, just at that moment Emerald Green had
no notion of stopping. His only desire was to
put as many grassy miles between his own pre-
cious body and the town of Eli as possible. He
knew that the game had been played out and he
was the loser; and he had a terrible fear of fall-
ing into the hands of the detective.

Once he swung around in the saddle and fired
at his pursuer. The shot did no execution and
caused such a loss of time that be resolved to
trust to the speed of his horse alone.

The Tom-cat on the other hand was deter-
mined to take the Tiger chief alive, if it could
possably be done. The horse that bore him was
a splendid runner: and was slowly but surely
Overhauling the one ridden by Emerald Green.

Over the horn of the cowboy’s saddle was
coiled a long Nata, and in the use of this wea-
pon the Tom-cat was an expert. The time for
using the rope had not come, however, and he
clutched a revolver in his ri ht hand, as he
urged the horse on by knees an spurs.

“ A Tom—cat a-chasin’ a Tiger. Whoop! Go
it, Whirlwind. Fan the air—with them soople
legs 0’ yourn, of you start a cyclone a-doin’ of
it. Five dollars to nuthin’ that I ketch him
within the next mile. Go—o-’Iong!”

Seeing that the cowboy was rapidly overhaul—
ing him, Emerald Green again turned in his sad—
dle and attempted to check the Tom-cat’s ad-
vance With the revolver. But he was nervous
and startled, and his shots flew wide of the
mark. Perhaps he had not fully recovered from
the effects of the bomb concussion.

The Tom-cat paid no heed to the balls that
whistled about him. He only set his teeth
harder, and dug the spurs deeper into the flanks
of his straining horse.

“ Whoop!” he yelled, as the Tiger chief,
having emptied his weapon, again turned in
flight. " The Tom—cat’s got worse’n claws this
time. He’s got a tail with a loop in it; and he’ll
jest etarnally snatch you out 0’ that saddle in
less’n a hundred jumps.”

lt was with almost a shriek of terror that
Emerald Green now urged on his laboring
horse, casting a hurried and frightened glance
over his shoulder at almost every leap the ani-
mal made.

But, strain and urge as he would, he could not
escape. There was a pursuer after him who had
all the eagerness and tenacity of a blood-hound.

Guiding his flying steed with his knees, the
Tom-cat shifted the revolver ‘to his left hand,
and with his right hand graSped the coiled rope.
Twice it flew around his head with a hiss, then
shot out like an uncoiling serpent. The swish—
ing loop dropped over the shoulders of the Tiger
chief, and he was jerked incontinently from the
back of his horse.

A half-hour later the Tom-cat re-entered Eli,
with Emerald Green as a bound and helpless
prisoner.

 

Perhaps the reader has been wondering how
two persons could be led to think that that they
had slain the same man, and yet find that man
still alive. ‘

Until he recognized, or imagined that he rec-
ognized, the detective, when the latter made his
appearance in the guise of a Jew peddler, Em—
erald Green was positive that he had slain him.
He had seen him fall, with a ghastly bullet-
wound above his heart.

Saffron So] also believed that he had slain
Bob Brentwood in the same manner.

The explanation is simple. Bob Brentwood
was a detective who had attempted to arrest the
man who afterward became the chief of the Em-
erald Tigers. It was in an Eastern city, and
Bob Brentwood fell, slain by a bullet from Em—
erald Green’s revolver.

Saffron Sol was at the same time a fugitive

 

from justice, trembling in fear of arrest. He
was in the throng which Brentwood approached
when he came to arrest Emerald Green.
Naturally Saffron Sol imagined that he was the
man the detective wanted. He did not know
Emerald Green, and in that mixed crowd of
roughs the face of the sport altogether failed to
attract his attention.

As Brentwood advanced upon them, with
leveled was on, Saffron Sol whi ped out his
reVolver. t exploded before e had time
to take any accurate aim, and the ball whistled
harmlessly above the heads of the excited men.
At the same instant the detective fell dead,
slain by Emerald Green.

In the consequent rush and excitement each

0t away, firmly believing himself the slayer of
ob brentwood.

Bruce Brentwood, known to the reader as
Rosenthal, the Jew, was Bob Brentwood’s
brother. A detective by profession and know-
ing that Emerald Green was the slayer of his
brother, he determined to hunt the murderer to
his death.

The pursuit led him to No Man’s Land: and
in that wild and partially civilized region Saf—
fron Sol, half—crazed by years of crime and dis-
sipation, also appeared to enact a singular and
startling role.

Bob Morgan, the reputed father of Betty Mor-
gan, was mortally wounded by the explosion of
the bomb. He lived long enou h, however, to
reveal the fact that he was not etty Morgan’s
father.

He had stolen her while she was yet almost
an infant from the ranch of her father, Ben
Williamson. who was then engaged in the cat-
tle business in Central Texas.

He had intended to hold her for a reward, but
the pursuit grew so warm that he feared to
enter into any negotiations. He also formed an
attachment for the little girl—an attachment
as warm perhaps as his calloused heart was
capable of formin —and be determined to rear
her as his own chi d.

Years later, Ben Williamson, grown old and
gray, moved, with all his earthly possessions, to
the ranch which he now held on the North
Forth of the Canadian.

Nothing was more natural than that Morgan
should seek, as the criminal’s paradise, the land
that is controlled by no recognized Government,
and where the peo 19 are a law unto themselves.
So he came to o Man’s Land, representing
himself as a peaceful s uatter, and leagued him-
self with the desperate and known as the Em-
era] Tigers.

T e abduction of his son proved to lVilliam-
son a blessing in disguise, for it restored to him
the daughter he had long mourned as dead.

The Emerald Tigers were thoroughly whipped
and cowed. Nearly half their number had been
slain. The others sought safety in fli ht; and
their aiders and abettors in the town of li were
forced into quiet and submission.

Gabriel Crane, the scoundrelly saloon-keeper,
abandoned all he had, and, by means of a fast
horse, succeeded in reaelnn r the mountain fast-
nesses of New Mexico. e again entered the
saloon business in a wild mining town, and was
shot down behind his bar by a “ bad man "
from Denver.

Emerald Green was escorted by Williamson’s
cowboys to the Kansas border. There Bruce
Brentwood placed him under legal arrest, and
took him to the city where he had murdered
Bob Brentwood.

He was given the benefit of the best legal
talent he could employ, but the evidence against
him was too strong, and, a (year later, he ex-
piated his crime on the scaffol .

The Texas Tom-cat soon tired of life in Eli—
“ city life” he called it—and returned to the
Texas ranges over which he had so long wan-
dered. It is scarcely necessary to say that he

bore with him the best wishes of a host of
friends—and a handsome and well-filled purse,
presented by Bruce Brentwood, for timelyas-
sistance rendered.

And as a fitting finale, allow me to add:

Bruce Brentwood and pretty Betty William-
son were married within the year. Their life
has been happy and prosperous. They now
have a son—a handsome, manly lad. They
call him Bob; and the mother’s eyes sparkle
with a fond light when friends and neighbors
tell her that he is the perfect image of his
father, Bruce Brentwood, the detective.
is her King!

THE END.

Bruce. .

   

 

 

         
 

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319 I’eflpurd. the lineup" or. The Mountain Vuuipirel. 288 Joe Buck oi'Angeln and "in Roy Paul. 119 “nu-tang Sam 3 or The Kin or m. Pmm .
"vi ]_ - 83!! A ’l‘oufih Boy; or, The Dwnrl’e Revenge. 44? New York Not. A Tale ot'*'l‘rlvke and Traps in Gothnm. 186 1‘“ Int-nqu RN; or 'i'i.:])m.g|.wr of [mg lunch, "‘
'  ’ as); Lune ‘onmdo; or, The Outcast: ofthe Glen. 4.38 New England Nit'k: or, The Fortunes ol'uFoundliuz. 144 Du ntv Lanoé the Boy Sport
.  lid! lttle Jinan: 0r. the Que" Pflrd- 464 Nimble Nick, 0'” CW1“ hill“. 1 l Panther Paul: "T Dninn- IAIlil‘e to the Rescue
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.‘ Hr. . 401 Lune show}: lyI-i or, A Race for n Ranch. ’ 510 Cool Colorado, the Hull-Breed Detective. 168 Deadly Dunh; or Flglltinu Fire lwnh Fire p y.
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’x » 647 Sundy Andy; or. A Good Mun Down.
- ' 566 Lariat Lil; or, The Out for a Life.
5?4 Old \Vonnel-top. the Man with the Dogs.
593 lit-on Clem. the Ranch imp.

- i' ' 599 Jim Dandy the Nn-Name Sport.

¥ ’ 618 Billy Bluzcn; ur.'l‘he Skulutun’n Legacy,

Ii" CAPTAIN FRED. WIIITTAKER.

-15 The flea-(lat; or. The “'itch of Dnrien.
99 The Dumb Pa 0; or, The Durze’s Daughter.
43 Dick Darling. tiu Pony Express Rider.
150 Lynn-e and Lulu); or, The Children of the Chnco.
.154 The Sun-rd Hunter-1: or, The Land ofthe Ele hent Riderl.
159 The Last. Captain; or, Skipper Juhez Coflln’e mile to the
0 run Polar Sen.
.00 T (5 Boy Redouinu: or, The Brother: of the Piumed Lance.
314 “'oli’ganx, the Robber of the Rhine. ‘ r
“3349 Milo Router, the Animal King; or, The Round the Werld
“Wanderer.
. £65 The Tiger Turner; or, The League of the Jungle.
 881 Black 1. ink. the Demon der.
g  "-895 California Joe‘s War Trail.

BY BUOKBKIN SAM (Major Sam. 8. Ilnli.)
.284 Old Rocky. "Boyeen; or, Benito, the Young Horu-

i’efi CT.
946 Giant George; or, The Anz’l ofthe Rnnge.
275 Arizona Jack 3 or Glnnt George’s Perd.
’39 The Tarantula oi’ Taoni or, Giant George’s Revenge.
'3 The ntrange Paul or, ittle Bon’l Denth Hunt.
.818 Ker-whoo . .Kcr-w 00: or, The ’l‘nrentule ofTaol.
in]: at, the Cuddo; or, The Red and White Perdl.
Frlo red: or, The Tonknwny’n ’i'rnet.
_ 44 The F htlng Trio: or, Rnttleennke, the Tonknwny.
Wild 01!; or, Big-Foot Wnilece to the Front.
' 1,, - . 857 The Ranch Raiders or, The Siege of Fort Pnrgetory.
* i864 linen-Shot, the Boy longer.

815 Ohiota, the Greek} or The Three Thunderbolts.

881 llundera Bill: or. i'rio l’rnnk to the Front.

899 Romeo and the Reds; or. The Beleeguered Ranch.
404 Little Lariat: or Pecan Pete’l Big Rampage.
414 The Dain from Denver.
' The Three Trailers: or, Old Rocky on the Baum
449 Bluff Bill: or, The Lynx of the Leone.
.3. 4.35 Little Lone Star: or. The Bells ofthe Cibolo.

1‘ BY EDWARD WILLETT.

.167 Ann Scott, the Steamboat Boy.
199 Feather-Weight the Boy Champion of the Mnlkingum.
i323 Ozark Ali': I-r, Featherweight Among the Outiun.
'282 The Typo Detective; 0?, Weasel. the Boy Tramp. «
$95 Feurleee Phil; or, The King of Quurlzville.
1.811 The Rovin Sport: or, The Pride of Chuckelnck Comp.
822 Nemo. the Iieteetive; or, Kit Kenyon'l Vendetu.
840 Oil. the Contortionlet: on'l‘h‘ Morita-Ila “Klimt-OI-

BY J. c. oownmcx.

860 Silver-Monk. the Man of Mystery.
369 Shuts, the Gold King; or, For Seven Your: Dead.
490 The Detocflve’n A prentiee: or, A Boy Without A Nlmo.
* , .) _ 4% C uta John: a", ed—Hot'l‘nnee gt Ante Bur.
. ‘439 Sn dy Sam, the Street Scout. '

V . 461 Din-co Don. the Daley Dude.
' 490 Broadway Billy. the Bootbiack Bravo.

I 503 Redli ht Rnl h, the Prince of the Road.

- " 514 Bron way B 13’: Boodle.
524‘ The Enzin eer eteetive.
.586 Broadway Billy’s Humidity.”
548 Mart, the Night Express Detective.
557 Broadwu Billy’s Death Racket.
571 Air-Line Juke the YoungEnrmeel'.
579 The Chimney Spy: or, Broadway Billy’s Surprise-Party.
592 The Boy Pinkerton.
.605 William O’ Broudw ny; or, The BnyDetectlve’e Biz inning.
615 Fighting flurry, the Chief of Chained Cyclone.

it Y JO PIERCE.

89? Rob 0’ the Down-y; or, The Prince of Mulberry Street.
415 The Vagabond Detective: or, Bowery Boh’u Boom.
_ 452 llotn ur Bob’, the Street-Boy Detective.
460 The uwyer e Shadow; or. Luke’l Low.
47% Jaunty Joe, the Young Horse-King.
494 Surly Sim. the Young Ferrymnn Detective.
504 Five Points Phil.
' 509 Jack Jo en, the Butcher Boy Detective.
.3“ 516 Tartar innit-or. Five Pointe Phil’e Menegerle.
526 North Rive . Not. the Pier Detective.
. :83 Wreetlin Rex. the Pride ofthe Slxth wad.
41 Jet!’ File or. the Stable Boy Detective. , .
551 Nick Nettie. “w 308 5““ 0W-
‘ 669 Harlem Jack, the film: Boy Detective.
‘ 569 Brooklyn Ben. the On-Hin-Own-Hook Detective.
‘ 571’ Pavement Pete. "I!3 Secret Sitter.
.568 Jaek-o’Jmnterm the UnderSea Pmlpector.
1308 Wide-Awake Bert. the Street-Steenr.
' r ’ 14‘Whletling Jacob. the Detectlve’e Aid.
Buck Bumblebee, the Herienl Hummer.

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 1“ y 11. Chief" v .
 glifiglfi‘iri’ktgi Enghe hallueed‘fKDAegcil’e inland.

‘ .x 8? Th 1 l i ullun or.Beckwoede Retribution.
' ' 9 Th: (5313.3..ker Gdide: or. The LonMounteln.

BY‘nuoR’ HENRY B. STODDARD. Ex-leout.

3.06. . ‘ Th Du -0ut Perdn.
, ‘91‘ Nfileg‘xfidx 531$?“ The wordemen of thecu.

. -Glove 'it, the Dandy of the Rockies.
r  8 Kid- . d or The Gold King. ‘ ‘
V  The 01110:: §§n3fi$£2:;‘..,’rn Mystery of Golden
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99 The Tiger oi’Tuon: or, Unndy Rock’n AngeL
115 The M illi Miner: or, Dnndy ltock‘n Doom.
131 The Golden llnnd: or. Dandy Rock to the Rescue.
164 Dandy Rock’u Pied 0: or. Hunted to Death.
178 Dandy Rock’s Riva t or. The llnunted Maid of'i‘m.

RY CAPT. J. I“. C. ADAMS.
B4 (ll-ego" Soig or. Nick Whiflien’l Boy Spy. -
46 Glunu- Eye, the Gran Shot of the West.
54 Ned IIIIZOI, the Buy Trapper.
56 Nick \V hillion'n Pet; or, ll! The Valley of Denth.
60 The “'hlto Indian; or, The Scout of the Yellow-tout.
70 Old Zi ’o Cabin; or, The Greenhorn in the Woodl.
81 lelltn n3 Jo, the Terror hi the Prnirie.

) Ruck Huokram; or, Been, the Fannie Trn per.
847 Old Grizzly and "in Pet.” 01'. The W“ "until-
251 L‘ight-houue Lite; or, Osceola, the Firebrnnd.
$57 'I he Lon-t Hunter-I; or The Under round Camp.
388 The Scalp King: or. The Human underooit.

BY ROGER BTARRUCK.

25 The Roy Gauguin: orI The Pirate’s Daughter.
114 The Black 80 ooner; or, .lib Junk. the Old Tar.
259 The Golden liar oon : or, Loet Among the Floee.
348 Fire-lleelg- or, () 1i Sklnillnt. the Death-Shadow.

854 “I: Ilorn lite, the Hill Tramp; or, The Odd Perth.
.91 The Phantom Light-house.
8‘0 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runner.

BY WILLIA“ ii. EYSTER.

190 Dandy Din-keg or. The Tigers of High Plus.
910 Euro Frank: or, Dandy Derke’e Go-Down Purd-

BY COLONEL BELLE SARA.

108 The Lion ofthe Sen; or, The Valled Lady.
186 Cool Dumond; or. The Gnmhler’l Biz Gune.

BY JAMES L. BOWEN

10': 0.1.3.1! ed Sim: or, The Abandoned Forest Home.
110 The B uck Steed ofthe Prairies. A Story of Tenn.

BY 0. DUNNING CLARK.

185 Captain Paul: or, The Boy Spy“ of the Mountain.
880 The 1' nnkee Rajah; or. The ate of the Black Shereei.

RY GEORGE C. JENKS.

485 Git Thur Ownoy the Unknown.

492 Git Thar Owney’e Pledge.

518 The Demon Dovtor. '

581 Double-Curve Dun. the Pitcher Detective.

59K Flute, the Siner Detective.

608 'Il;ht;)‘l’}iicher Detective’n Foil; or, Double Curve Dan’l
on e ’ m.

616 The Ocean Detective; or. The Last Cruise oftha Black Bear.

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR U. 8. A.
191 Bullfqu Billy, the Boy BullWhuker; or, The Doomed

Thirteen.
194 Butfulo Bill’s Bet: or. The Gambler Guide.

BY CHARLES E. LASALLE.

50 Kurt Bunker, the Trapper.-
52 The White Buifalo. A Tale of the Northweet

B1 JOHN J. MARSHALL.
40 Roving Ben. A Story ofn Yonnz American.
97 The Outlaw Brother“ or. The Clptlve o! the Herpf.

. .9

BY WM. G. PATTEN.
489 The Diamond Sport: or, The Double Fm ofBed Rock
519 Cu tnin Myeth :0 .Five in One.
681 Do ny i‘mre the apor from Denver.
58‘? Old Bombshell, the Ranger Detective.
604 iron Fern. the Mun oi Fire.
619 The Boy Trump Detective; or, The Double Grip Witneu.

BY MAJOR E. L. 5T. VRAIN.

B92 Sancho Pedro the Boy Bandit.

801 Leudville Niel: the Boy Sport. .‘

I Redtop Rube, t e Vigilnnte Prince.

888 Brimstone Bob, and Hi: Lightning Hone anrtette.
852 Tombstone Tom. the Arlwun Boy of “Sand.”
859 Durant". lisu'o. the "llliy “um-n h-n Wrestler.
871 Kin bolt Chris, the Young Hardrsmril Detective,
880 Ava anche Alf, the Foothill: Guide.

890 Jaguar Joe. ofthe Mountain Mull-Lino.

BY EDWARD s. ELLIS.
6 Bill Biddon, Trap r.
8 Seth Jones: or, ’I‘ e Cnptl-en of the Frontier.
0 Nat Todd: or. The Fate of the Sioux Captive.
I! he Frontier Angel.
he Boy Miner-z or. The Enchnnted Island.
he llunted Hunter; or, The Strange Horumn.
he Half-Blood: or, The Panther f the Plains.
I?! The Iluge lIuntt-r; or, The Steam relrie Mu.

BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON.

0'” The Three Tru re or. Th M H M r.
188 Indinn Joe: or, “Swim Spirit 0193:) lithium.“

BY FRANK DUMONT.
190 The Branded ll Th .
197 wua-rn-e. the 35:33.13: literally“ “Mm”,
140 Blue' Blazes; or. The Break 0’ Day Boy: «My her.
171 Rhon Dan 1 or. The Rivni Learns.
185 Evil ye: or. The VultureI of the Rio Grende. 4.

BY CAPT. Minx WILTON.

858 Young Kenna-k: o , The Red Lune.
.10 Elinor-d Bun ‘ RI t t C. .
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“9 Kit Fox. the Border Hov Detective?“ a cone ' L" up
625 Chineupin Burn, the Boy Trailer.

II" \V. J. HAMILTON. ..

68 The lied Brotherhood: or. The Twelve Arousal. ‘ ,2'
66 Binsle "and; or, A Life (or 1; Life. ‘ . n
7% Mn Tom \1’ outer-n. the Tenn Runner. ‘ y »’ '
887 Ben Bird. the Cave King; or. Big I’ete’l Scoop. '

BY JACK FARRAGUT.

815 Ned. the Cabin Boy. v
820 The Sea Soreerm: or, The Boy Skipper. !

BY LIEUT. II. D. PERRY. U. S. N. “

176 The Roy Runaway; or, The Buct‘nnefl of the Buy.
180 The Sou Trailer or, A Vow Well Kept.
199 Captain Kit: or. ‘he Mystery of iiiontuuk Point.

BY IIARRY II AZARD.

828 Arkanlnw Jack; or The Scourge of the Miner. ,
329 Red-Skin Tom or, he Dulnun’l Trail. ‘ “1;
84a The Mountain Devil; or, Yellow Jack. the one". i ‘ - »

BY COL. A. I". 'IIOLT.

899 Black Ruck-Akin: or, The Marked Men of Death Gaye],
419 Kennethpthe Knife-King.
486 Little Lightfoot, the Pilot of the Woodl.

BY J. W. OSBON. .
469 The Rival Giant! ofNowhnr’.
498 Cut-tu- Burr. the Mun ft m llurd Luck. *
537 Old Buckeye. the Slerr Shedow. ’ a
564 Powder Phil, the Boy Miner.
609 Iloliy Dori-it. tin- Veternn Detective.
620 Little Lightning‘ League; or, The letery clinch“ "

BY FREDERICK DEWEY. . 
BIB Cinnarron Jack, the Kin -i’in of Rifle-Shem. , j;
478 'I‘ungemund, lhe Desert elective. 
542 The Canyon Paras. ’ "
BY ARTHUR C. GRISSOM.
“0 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid.
558 The Sure-Shot. Put-do.
621 ’l‘ruthi‘ul James, the “Pecooliur” Man. I .3-
li\', LIEUT. A. K. SIMS. 
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583 Sum-on Sol. tln- Mnn With it Shadow. ‘ I _
5M) Tom-Cat- uml I'm-d: or. The Dead Set at Silver City. , . " ’3
601 Ila py llnnn. thr Dutch Vidoc . “If!
6] I Bilsud Barnacle. the Detective l erculee. 3137

622 Texas Torn-Cat’s Triad.

M1SCEI.I.AN E0118 AUTHORS.
4 The “'ild-lioree lluntern. By Capt. Meyne Reid Ind
Frederick Whittaker. ,
it Advrntureu of Baron Munehnunon.
12 Gulliverfn Travels. By Dem mitt.
14 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful Lump. “ v
16 Rohnnon Crusoe. (91llluetrntlom.) ‘
18 Sindhnd the Sailor. Hie Seven Vo ngee.
39 Rue Sou Serpent: or, The Boy Bo neon Crueoe. Bme

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88 The Ocean Bloodhound: or, The 3911.?th of the
Currlheee. By S. W. Pierce. ‘
86 'ghfi‘ei Roy Clown: or, The Queen oithe Arena. By Funk

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.88 Ned Wylde. the Boy Scout. 8 Tenn Jock.
51 The Boy Rifles: or, The Un erground Cunp. By Archie

C. lrnnl.
95 The Rival Rove"; or, The Freebooten of the Mluiulppi.
By Lieut.-Col. Hue tine. '
98 Robin flood, the Uutllwed Earl; or,'l'he Merry Men of Green-

woo . B ' Prof. leere. ’ _

105 Old Ru e, the Hunter: or, The Crow thive. By Cupid.
Hamilton olmee. '

113 The Mad lluntert or. The Ceve of Death. By Burton Sue.

1M 'léippy. the Texan: or, The YOung Champion. D, an“.

anon.

128 The You“: Privateer: or, The Pimte'l Stronghold. By
Hurry Cnvendllh.

14s sharp Sun]; or, The Adventure: of: Friendieu Boy. By J.
Alexander Petten.

997 Dually Darrell. Tn per: or. The Green Renger of the Ye].
lowetone. By Edwnrd memoir.

961 Fer-gu- Fearnuuxht the New Y .rk Boy. B G. 1.. Aiken.

368 Kilih’ur. the Guide: or,th Crockett‘e rocked Tull.
By Enei n C. D. nrren.

293 Red cfnw the One- yed Trapper; or, The Mnidoi‘the Gill.
By Cnptnin Cnmltock. “ '

81'! Peacock Pete. the Lively Lad from Leulvine. a, u“.
tenant Aiired T orne.

838 The-Sky Detective: or, A Boy’e Fight tor Life end lion“.
B Meier Mickey Free.

850 1 ed Ralph. the River Rover; or, The Brother’e Io-

_ venue. By Ned Bun tilne. .
865 Baltimore Ben the Bootnlack Detective. By A. P. Herri-
824 Gold-Duet Tour; or. Ben’l Double Hatch. By George Ii.

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558 Ariel the At iete. By Devid Druid.
585 W Wotan, the Boy,va By mm.
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BY .i‘lD‘VARD L. WHEELER.
Deadwood Dick Novella

1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road.
20 Double l’ugg‘ern; or, Deadwood llil‘li‘i Defiance.
28 iiuii‘alo Den: or, Deadwood Dick in Disguise.
35 \Viid lt’llll, the lioy Claude lluvitl.
42 Phantolll Miner; or, Deadwood Dick's Bonanza.
49 9n|alla "ill or lleadWooil illck in humor.
57 Deadwood Die "3 Eagles; or, The Pan” of Flood Bar.
78 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or. thtlaulity Jaue,tlio ilsroine.
77 (‘orduroy (‘ilarliez or. Deadwood Dick'l Limt Act.
100 Deadwood Dick In Leadvlllc.
104 Deadwood Dick'i- Dex ice: or, The Double Cross Sign.
109 Deadwood Dick an Detective.
129 Deadwood Dick’s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgoa’s

(.u t' l.
138 liltinth Bill; or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base.
149 A Game of Gold: or. Deadwood Dick’s iii]; Strike.
156 Deadwood Dick oi' Deadwood; or, The i’ii-kt-d Party.
195 Deadwood Dick‘n Dream; or, '1 he Rivals oi'tliu Road.
201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick'l Ward.
205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Lani. Ad-
venture.
217 (‘aptain Crack-Rhot, the Girl RH and.
221 fingar-Coaied Ham; or, Thu Mar Gown.
232 Gold-Dth Dick. A limnalice of Rough; and Tough“.
268 Deadwood Dick’s Divide or, 'l‘hn Spirit of Swamp Lake.
267‘ Deadwood Dir-LN Death ‘rall.
809 Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of
retro“.
821 Deadwood Dick‘n Dozen ; or, This Fakir oil‘hantnin Flats.
847 Deadwood Dick‘s Ducntn; or, Rainy Days in the Dig-
was.
851 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta.
862 Deadwood Dick'n Claim.
405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City.
4l0 Deadwood Dick’s Dialnondl.
421 Deadwood Dick ill New York; or, A “ Cute Case.”
460 Deadwood Dick‘n Dunt; or, The Chained Hand.
448 Deadwood Dick, Jr.
445% Nickeld’lnte Ned: or, Deadwood Dirk Jr‘s Defiance.
458 Sunflower Sam, ox Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick .lr’s Full

llund.
459 Fluuh Fun, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Big Round-
l.
465 I’llllo Fly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’l Racket at
' ' 0

Hana .

471 Dozemall Bill; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’l Corral.

476 Humboldt Harry the Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s
Dog Detective.

4’31 Moll Myntcry: or, Deadwood Dirk Jr. in Deadwood.

491 Prince Pintol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick
Jr‘s Compact.

496 Monte CHI-to, Jun: or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Inheritance.

500 Deadwood Dick‘n Din.r ring-n : or, Dr. Death-Grlp’l Swoop.

508 Deadwood Dick'n Dc ivcranee.

515 Deadwood Diek'n l'rotezee.

522 Deadwood Dick‘u ’l‘hrec.

529 Deadwood Dick‘u Danger Ducks.

584 Deadwood Dlek‘ll Death Hunt.

589 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Texan.

544 Deadwood Dick, Jr. the Wild West Vldocq.

549 Deadwood Dick on Ilia Mettle.

554 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Gotham.

561 Deadwood Dick in Horton.

567 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Philadelphia.

572 Deadwood Dick, Jr. ill Chicago.

578 Deudwoot Dick, Jr. Afloat.

5:44 Deadwoot Dick, Jr. in Denver.

590 Deadwooa- Dick, J r’s. Decree.

595 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Beelzebub‘n Basin.

600 Deadwoot Dick Jr. at Coney Inland.

606 Dendwom Dick Jr’n Leadville Lay.

612 Deadwom Dick Jr. ill Detroit.

618 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in Cincinnati.

624 Deadwood Dick, Jr. in hevadu.

Other N ovell by E. L. Wheeler.

26 Cloven liooi’, the Butl‘alo Demon.
82 Bob Wool ; or, 'l‘lm Girl Dead-Shot.
89 Denthdi‘uco, Detective; or, Life in New York.
45 Did Avalanche: or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand.
58 Jim Bind-toe. Jr., the lloy Phenix.
61 iiuckllorn Bill: or. The Red kills Team.
69 Gold Rifle the Shar shooter: or. The Boy Detective,
so Rosebud Rob Hr, .‘uugct Nod, in. Knight.
dyl, the Girl . liner; or, Rolehud Rob on Hand.
88 Photo raph Phil: or, Rosebud Roli’a Reappenrunce’
92 Cantu a i' let 3 or, Old Anaconda in Sitting liuli'l Camp.
96 Watch-E e; or. Arabs and Angels ofn Great City.
13 Jack Iloy e the Young Speculator.
Gilt-Edged Dick, the Sport Detective
Cinnamon Chin, the Girl Sport.
0 Bonanza Bill. Miner.
33 lion iiob the King of liootldnt‘kl.
41 Solid Sam the lloy Road-Agent.
45 Captain lien-rot, n... N... York Detective; or, Bon Bob’s
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1 New York Nell the Boy-Girl Detective.

77 Nobbv Nick ot’- owning or, The Sierras Scamps.
1’41 “'ild Frank, illt‘ Burkikin iiravo.
209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
213 Fritz to the Front: 01', The Ventriloquist Hunter.
226 Snoozer. the ll-iy Sharp: or, ’l‘lm Arab Detective.
236 Apollo Bill, the Tiltli Tornado.
249 C clone Kit, the Young' Gladiator.
244 S erra Ham, ili.. Frontier Fen-.4.
24H S-erra Sam‘s Secret: or, The Bloodv Footprints.
258 Serra Saln'a i’urd; or. The Angel oi Big Vista.
258 S erra fionl'n ficveu: or.Tlie Stolen Bride.
278 Jumbo .loe, ihv lluy Patrol; or. Thu Rival Heirs.
277 Denver Doll. the iii-trtiive Queen.
2.61 Denver Doll's Victory. I
2H5 Denver Doil‘n Decoy : or. Little Bill‘s Bonanza.
291 Turk the Roy Ferret.
296 llenviar Doli‘n man or. The Road Queen.

A No. 1, the Dashing Tull-Taker.
808 ’lea June, tins ‘iirl Miner; or. the Iron-Newer! Sport.
325 Kelley, Ilickev .k' Co.. the Dctm-tivrs of Philadelphia.
830 Little Qll'z'k "hot: or, The Dead Face of Dnggersvilie.
88 l Kangaroo Kit; or. The Mysterious Miner.
.89 Kangaroo Kit’n Racket.
848 Manhattan Mike, the: Bowery Blood.
858 Flrut-Clanu Fred, the Gent irnm Gopher.
868 Yreka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer; or, The Lottery oi

Life.
872 Yreka Jim‘s Prize.
878 Nabob Ned t or, The St-cret ofSlnb City.
882 Cool Kit. the King of Kids; or, A Villain’s Vengeance.
885 Yreka Jim’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose.
(fl “on; Or. The Lion n! Lightning Lode.
94 reko Jim oi’ Yubn Dom.
400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective.
416 lligh "at llarry. the Base Ball Detective.
6 Ram Slobaidell. the Be r-Boy Detective.
Jim Beak and Pa], into Detectives.
‘88 Santa Fe Sal, the Slasher.
‘86 Sealukiu Sun, the Sparklor.

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BY CHARLES MORRIS.

119 Will Romero, the Boy Detective.
122 Phil llardy, the, iii-rs liny.
126 l‘h-nyune I’i-tc; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Deactiva-
139 Detective I’li‘k; or, The Hero in Rugs.
142 Iinndunme Harry, the “Otlillilit‘k Detective.
147 ‘1'!" Wildii re, the Thoroughbred.
152 Black liens, Will “'lldlire‘s Racer.
157 Mike Merry, lllr litll‘hlil’ Police Boy.
162 “’ill “'ildilre. ill the \Voodn.
165 Billy Baggage, the Railroad Buy.
170 A 'l‘rulnp Card: or, Will Wildiire \"ins and Losel.
174 Bob Rockcttg or, Mysteries of New York.
179 Rob Rockett the llaiik ltuniwr.
1x3 The Hidden [Imut- or, win wuimrc's Revenge.
137 Fred llalynrd, the die Boat Boy; or. The Smugglen.
1‘9 "01) Rockett: or. Driven to the “'ull.
199 Shadowed or, BUD itm‘kett‘u Fight for Life.
296 Dark Pan , the Tiger King.
212 Danhlng Dave, the Dandy Detective.
'l‘oln Tanner: or, The, Black Sheep oi the Flock.
225 Sam Charcoal the Premium llarky.
285 Shadow Sam, the Messenger Buy.
242 The Two “ Bioodn "; or, Shenandoah Bill and Hill Gang.
252 Dick Dunlluway : or, A Dakota lliiy in Chicago.
262 The Young sharp—z or, itollicking Mike’s Hot Trail.
2 Jolly Jilll. the Detective, All ircnlice.
289 .10in Jilll’n Job; or, The lining: Detective.
298 The \\'nier.llound; or, The Young 'l'lioroughbred.
805 {gnnhltwam ot’ Dakota; or, A \‘Vestern Lad in the Quaker

my.
824 Rath Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective.
841 Tony Thorne, the Vagabond Detectivu.
856 The Reporter-Detective: or, Fred Flyer’a Blizzard.
367 W hie-Awake Joe; or, A Boy of the Times.
879 Larry. the Leveier; hr. 'l'lm Binotll ol' the Bouleva.d.
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408 Fire Jack, the River-Rat Detcl‘tiva.
428 The Lost Fin or; or, The Entrniiped Cashier.
428 Fred Fl erf t in Reportrr Detet-liw.

482 lnvincib e .0 an, the Pinkerton Ferret.

456 Bill “rick, t to Jolly Vagabond.

466 “'i e-Awake Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive.
4‘79 Detective Dod e: or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
48! Wild Dick Rae *et.

501 Bootl, the Boy Fireman ; or, Too Sharp {or the Sharper.
566 The Secret hcrvice Roy Detective.
596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A Lamb Among Wolves.

BY OLL CODMES.

5 Vagabond Joe, the Young Wandering Jew.
18 The Dumb Spy.
2? Anteio e Abe, the Boy Guide.
81 Keen-knife, the Prince of the Prairies.
41 Latino Jack, the Youiu.r Mustangi'r.
58 The Border Kiafi: (".le Secret Foe.
71 Delaware Dick, 1 a Young Ranger Spy.
7-1 Hawk-eve Harry the Young Trapper Ranger.
88 Rollo, the Do Ranger.
184 Sure Shot Het l, the lioy Hitlenmn.
Scar-Face Raul. the Silent Hunter
146 silver Star, the Boy Knllzht-
158 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon.
168 Little Texan, tile Young Mustanger.
1793 Did Solitary, the Hermit Tra lpt‘l’.
182 Little Ilurriealle, th. 80 (.aptnln.
202 Pro: eet Pete ; or, The 'ouug ()ullaw Hunterl.
208 The oy Herc ulcn: or, The Prairie. Tramps.
218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terri-r.
224 Dnnhin Dick: or. 'l'rniiper 'l‘oni‘s Castle.
228 Little ildiire, the Yuulig Prairie Nomad.
238 he Parson De tccti \'e; or, The Little Ranger.
248 The Dlltzulncd Guide ; or, Vl'ild Raven, the Ranger.
260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger.
272 Mink-kin Mike, the. Boy Sharpaliooter.
290 Little Foxfire, the Boy Spy.
800 The Sk Demon : or, Rainbolt,the Ranger.
884 “’bin- in]: Joe, the Bm' Rnnchero.
409 llerenlen or, “It'll, the Boy Ranger.
417 \Vebi’oot . one, the Trump Detective.
422 Rab Sam, the Boy Giant oi the Yellowstone.
444 tht e Iluckukin, tne Young Prairie Centaur.
457 Wingedi’oot Fred; M. ('lti Polar Saul.
4 8 Tamarae Tom. the, Izli.v Tm mar Buy.
478 (Nd Tom Rattler, the lied liver Epidemic.
432 Stonewall Bob. the lioy 'l‘roiim. ‘
5‘32 Blullderillg Rani], the Hermit Boy Trapper.

BY '1‘. C. IIARBAUGII.

28 Nick 0’ the Night 3 or, The Boy Spy of ’76.
37 The Hidden Lodge; or The Liltl~~ limiter.
47 nghtln ale hat; or, The Forest Ca talus.
64 "and ac ' g or, The (Julian’s of the regon Trail.
82 Kit] aret’oot the “'ood-i’inwk.
94 Midnight Joel.. 3 or, The Boy Trapper.
196 Did It‘ronty, the Guide; or, The. “'hite Queen.
128 Kiowa Charley the White Mustang".
189 Judge Lynch, .lr.: or. The linv Vigilante.
155 Gold Trigger, liltl S art: or, The Girl Avenger.
169 Tornado Tom; or, njun Jack From Red Core.
188 Ned Temple, the Border Boy.
193 Arkanuaw 3 or. The Qua. n Ill Fate's Revenge.
207 Navajo Nick. the Boy Gold Hunter.
215 Captain Bullet: t-r, Little Tonluiot’a Crusade.
28l Plucky Phil: or. Rona, the Rail Jezebel.
241 "111 Bravo; or, The. Rnughs oi the Rockies.
255 Captain Apollo, the Kine-Pin of Bowie.
267 The Buckskin Detective.
279 Old \Vlnch; or. The Buckskin Desperado“.
294 Dynamite Dan; or, The Bowie Blade of Cochetopa.
802 '1‘ a: Mountain Detective: or, The Trigger Bar Bully.
816 Did l‘lt-liptle, 'l‘rumn Card of Arimnu.
826 The Ten l’llrdfl: or. The 'l‘srror oi Take-Notice.
886 “It: Deni-on: or, The. Queen of the La no.
845 Pltilcsn hiatt ; or, Rcd Thundorholt’n Secret.
356 (lool Sam and Pant: or The Terrible Six.
366 Velvet Foot, thi- Indian Delet'il‘v’t‘.
8N6 Captain (‘ntlnnat or, Ihi: B"(‘(‘lll’i(‘§'i"l Girl Foe.
396 Rough Rob: or. The lwin Championa of Blue Blalel.
411 The fiilken Latino: or, The Rose of Ranch Robin.
418 Felix Fox. the. lloy Spotter.
425 Texan 'l'ruln . the Border Rattler.
436 Phil Flash. tie New York Fox.
445 The City Vampires: or, Red Rnli‘e‘l Pigeon.
46l one Agoinat Fifty; or. The Last. Man of Keno Bar.
470 Tile Boy Shadow; or, Felix Fox's Hunt.
477 The Exceinior Sport: or, The Washington Spctter.
499 Single Sight, the One-Eyed Sport.
502 Branded lien, the Night l‘en‘et. '
512 Dodozer Dick, the Wharf—Sp Detective.
521 1)odnzer Dick’n Bent Dodge.
528 ‘03 “IllilfiflLeflrll,iglllfioiyt'l’yi hadows.
5 8 :Ill cl (‘ t 19 OC errct.
523 :...:..— nit-k3. Double; 0., niemvu Boy Detectives.
558 :0 ‘u Dick’n Desperate Case.
8 u Icl Dick. the Boy Vidocq.
516 "he Two Shadows.
582 Dod er Dick’s Drop. _
594 Litt e Lon, the Street-Singer Detective.
010 um Skinner, the Gold sum; or, Tony Sharp canned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAIIAM.

7 The Flying Yankee: or, The Ocann Outcast.
17 "11th R0 ', the Boy Buccaneer; or, The Fugitive Yacht.
2.} Diamond llrk or, The Mystery of the Yellowstone,
62 The Shadow Sign); or, The Rival Lirutrnants.
7:, Ti“. “0y “Hen.” or, The Cruise of the SeaM’oli.
102 Dick Dead-E 'e, the Boy Suiuuzler.
111 The Sen-Devil; or. The Nidrhipmnn’a Legacy.
116 The llunnar Capital]. 3 or, 'l he Hermit oi Hell Gate.
197 Little Grit: or, Cfible, the Slot-lt-Tender’s Daughter.
294 Gold i’iullle; Or, The Kliiv(.1‘itt\'€ Sport.
216 liluon liili. the Prince of the Reins.
222 Grit. the Bravo Rport ; or, The Woman Trailer.
229 Crlnluon Kate: or, The Cowboy’s Triumph.
287 Lone Star. tlu- Cow boy Ca itain.
245 Merle the Middy ‘or, The Freelance Heir.
250 The lilduhipnlan . I utlneer: or. llrundt, the Buccaneer.
264 The Floating F eather: or, Merle Monte'n Troamro

island.

269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the Condemned.

276 Merle Monte a Crulne; or, The (.‘lm-e of “The Gold
5 iip.”

2910 Merle Monte‘s Fate 3 or, Pearl, the Pirate‘s Bride.

284 The Sea. Marauder: or, Merle Monte‘s Pledge.

257 Billy lilac-Eyen, tile. lloy Rover of [he Rio Granule.

804 The Dead Shot. Dandy: or, Benito, the Buy Bugler.

801‘ Reno Kit; or. Dead Shot llaniiy’s Double.

814 The] Mysterious Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler's Long

rlil .

877 Bonodel, the Boy Rover; or. The Flagleu Schooner.

8M: The Indian Pilot; or, The. Search for Pirate island.

397 “Kn-path \Vill, the Boy Phantom.

893 Heawuit’, the Hoy Lieutenant.

402 inodor, the Young Cont-pirate” or The Fatal 1413110.

407 The liov Insurgent; or. l'he (‘uhsn endetm.

412 The “'ild Yachtnman: or, The War-Clouu’l Cruise.

429 Duncan Dore. the Boy RUDE!“-

488 A Cabin Boyh- ‘l.uek; or, The Corsair.

487 The Sea Raider.

44] The (Icean Firefly: or, A Middy’s Vengeance.

446 llaphozurd llarrv : or, The Scape race of the Son.

450 “'izard “'Ill: or, The Boy Ferret 0 New York.

454 “'izard “'ill’u Street Scouts.

462 The Born Guide: or. The Sailor Boy Wanderer.

468 Neptune Ned, the Boy Coaster.

474 Flora: or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Ford.

488 Ferret» Afloat: or. Wizard Will's Liut Cm.

487 Nevada Ned. the Revolwr Ranger.

495 Arizona Joe the Boy i‘ard ol‘Texaa Jack.

49'? Buck Taylor, Kim: oi lhv‘ Cowhoyl.

508 The Royal M idd v z or. The Shark and the Sea Cut.

507 The lluntcd hildidli mall.

511 The. outlawed Mid y.

520 Back-kin Bill, the Comanche Shadow.

5252Brothern in Buck-kin.

580 The Buckskin Rowen.

585 The Bueukin Rovers.

540 Captain Ku-Kiux, the Marauder oi the Rh.

545 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte.

550 Lafitte’o Legacy; or. The Avenging Son.

555 The Creole Conair. .

560 Powuee Bill, the Prairie Shadower.

565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King.

570 Camille, the Card Queen.

575 The Surgeon-Scout. Detective.

580 The Outcast Cndct; or, The False Detail!!-

586 The Bucknkin Avenger.

591 Delmonte. the Young Sea-Rover.

597 The Young Texan Detective.

602 The Vagabond ofthe Mines.

60? The Rover Detective: or, Keno Kit'n Champion.

617 Ralfih, the Dead-Shot Scout; or, The Rafdm and ti»
Red idurl of the Rio.

BY BUFFALO BILL (lion. Wnl. F. Cody).

8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand.
19 The Phantom Spy 3 or, The Pilot of the Prairie.
55 Deadly-Eye. the Unknown Scout.
68 Border Robin flood: or, The Prairie Rever.
158 Foley Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper’l Trust

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626 The Champion Parting or, The Lucifer orSllver Bar. By
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627 Tom Bruce of Arkansonz or, The Wolf in the Fold. By
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628 Broadway Billy‘s Dead Act; or, The League of tho
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629 Violet Vane. the Velvet Sport; or, The Jubilee ofJacktovrn.
liy Wm. G. Patten. .

680 Deadwood Dick. Jr. in No Man’s Land; or, Golconda,
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681 Tom Cat‘u Terrible Tank; Ol‘,ThL' Cowboy Detcctlve'o
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682 The Dead Dctective’s Double. By Gerald Carlton.

683 Plucky Paul, the Boy Pros ertor: or, The Deadwood Des.
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634 (‘aclle Cari. the Chico Giant, or, The True Hearts of Red

Eye Roost. ISy Buckskin Sam.
685 Oklahoma Hi, the Blue-Coat Scout; or, The Boomcr’n Last
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686 Deadwood Dick, Jr. After the necrt or, Sawdust
Sam’s Last (in-en Guine. By E. L. What» er.

637 Dick Donn. the Dock Boy Detective; or, Lynx azilnst Fox.
By T. t'. llarhaugh.

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Lieut. A. K. Sims. .

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