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CHAPTER I.
m STRANGE LIGHT ON THE RIVER.
“ DOWN brakes} Down brakes! Down br-a—a-akel!“
shrieked the locomotive whistle.
“ DOW“ brakes” responded the brakemen. as
they flew to their Posts and wildly turned the iron

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“Down! rakes!" pa ted the fireman, in the cab
of the engine, as he, too, lent his; aid toward check-
ing the train, (llill— '

‘Dowu brakes!" mutely joined in a living some-
thing stretched across the track of the B. & O. on

' that stormy December night. .‘

It was a dark and dangerous place. Though only
five or six miles from the heart of Pittsburg, it was
as desolate as if it had been in the ianSt fustnesses
of the mountains which interpon.» their gigantic bulk
between Eastern and Western Pennsylvania.

On one side a high, jagged cliff, the I‘t)l'kS presurv-
ing all the ugly anguluriries left by the giant powder
used in blustl g a way for the railroad; on the other,
the turbid, rushing waters of the Monongahela

liver, blaring on its bosom many a whisper of the
rustic quietude in which it takes its rise, but yet
seekin" the busy hum of in’tlustry in the Smoky
City With an eag mess very similar to that of the
human delver for wealth in Pittsburg's murky
precincts,

On the opposite side of the river a lurid glare - hoot-
ing up here and there against the inky b ackness of
the sky told that iron and steel mills were in opera-
tion, andthathalf—naked sons of Vulcan were literal-
ly earning bread for themselves and families by the
swvat of their brows. Minglin with the noise of
wind and rain the indt-scriba le hum and roar
which ever rises and falls in regular cadence in
Pittsburg forced itself ttpon the notice and spoke
of fortunes being made for the manufacturers and
wages for the workmen.

“ Down brasz I”

The locked wheels of the train grated on the rails;
the engine, with the lever reversed by the engineer,
struggled hard to overcome the momentum gathered
from its previous swift iiigh t, and the headlight
threw a sickly lare over the form lying helpless on
the rocky roe. -bed with limbs stretched over the
rails, as if courting a fearful, bloody death!

" What is it?" asked the engineer of his fireman,
as the latter, with both hands on the brake-wheel,

eered with starting eyeballs and bated breath into

he night.

“ It is a boy. I believe!"

“ So it is! And we are on the down-grade. It
will be a close call."

A score of heads were protruding from the car
windows and the excitement was intense.

For the moment the fate of the helpless creature
on the track was of more importance than that of
nations; The passengers grasped the window ledges
as if they would stop the train themselves by ex-
pending t eir strength on the insensate wood.

“ See, he moves!’ cried the fireman. “ Ring the
bell louder and whistle!" _

“It is no use. Nothing can 'save him." returned
the en ‘ncer. “ We are right u n him."

‘The rain had materially slac ened its pace and a
sulphurous smell arose from the track as the brakes,
pressed hard down, prevented the wheels turning,
and caused'them to strike fire from the rails.

Forty yar is more and the living sacrifice to the
monster of iron and steel would be consummated. .

“ No ood, talkin , Jim!" said the fireman. “I
ain’t go ng to see t at boy crushed to death! I be-
lieve I can save him!” and, like a cat, the fireman
climbed out of the cab, crept swiftly alon the side
of the locomotive, where the throbbing o the im-
mense driving-wheels bard! kept pace with that of
his own hear , and reach the cow-catcher. The
origins was very close now, and the fireman hardly
h time to reach down and grasp the boy with a
side fling ere the spot where he had lain was half
the length of the train behind!

But the deed was accomplished, somehow, and the
unknown was safe!

Just as the fireman hung the boy foam the t -k,
a tall figure sprung out m behind an old Minion
shanty which at . an still stands, at the a do of
the B. 8; 0. Railroad track at that particular point...
a man of perhaps forty ears of age. wrth swarth
countenance and strong y-marked features. H 3
square chin was covered, though not concealed, by
3, mm; growth of grizzled beard, while his strong
white teeth gleamed from beneath a heavy mus-

tache. His dress wasithat of a mill men. while his
la , muscularhand and stubby fingers seemed to
their wit the use of heavy

indl atedthat betwixt; f h. y

too I an we u mac met .

“ Curse Weir smartness!" he hissed. “ They have
upset all my arr ments, and I shall have to do
everything over age ." _

He stoo ed an raised the boy in his arms as he
spoke. out . throwmg him over his shoulder, strode
down the bank to the river. ‘

He cast the boy, with no gentle hand, into the bot.
tom of a skit! which was bobbing up and down

inst a cluster of wooden piles. Then, steppigg
in lmself, he shoved off into the river and wait
‘ for the, people on the train to finish their investiga-
- tion.
“Lord how it does rain!” muttered the man, as
he ulle his coat closer around him. “ And it is as
dsr as a grave; l'll have trouble over' this night’s
work as 3 re as my namc is Barney Driver. I shall
ct the eumutlsm, if nothing Worse; that is cer-
‘l

n.
The train had stop and everal of the crew were
searching the side 0 the track for the be who had
had so narrow an escape. U and down hey wdk.
ed, swinging their lanterns and inspecting every inch
of the ground where he was likel to be.
Not a vestige of him could t ey find. He had
vanished com etc! i . i
I It puzzled t o in amen, but a Night Express must
)be on time. and they did not stay long when they
found that their search was fruitless.
In few mlnu be conductor sung out “ All
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and the ll. 6: 0. Express lwas once more on its way
to Pittsbur , the red light on the rear car throwing
along stre of color on the wet rails behind, that
leuked like newly—spilled bland!

“ So. It has gone!” said Barney Driver to him-
self. “ Now for this brat! If that wngiueel‘ had
not been provided with good eyesight it would
have been all over by this time, and no one would
have been any the wiser. If I onl ' dared to throw
him overboard. But no; it would e too dangerous.
The other plan was the best. Just a case of walking
on the track; a hasty inquest; no one to identify the
remains; burial by the city, and Barney Driver all
right., I mightglve it up and let him stay with me,
pt rhaps. But- no, no; couldn’t stand fiat! He
must die. That is the only thing to do, as far as he
is concerned.”

It had stc ped raining, and one feeble star could
be distinguis l'd peeping through the heavy banks
of clouds, as if it were a pitying eye fixed on the still
form in the bottom of the boat.

The boy seemed conscious of this inquest, for he
stirre l slightly and opened his eyes.

Barney river heard the movement and dropped
on his knees to peer into the youn face.

“ Oh, I am so tired!” stud t to boy, Wearily.
" Where am I? I feel as if I were being rocked in a
cradle, as mother used to rock me, years ago l”

“ Shutyonr month. you fool i" was Barney Driver’s
unsym athetic response, “ or I‘ll give you a different
kind 0 rock. I‘ll slug you!”

The boy forcod himself into a sitting
looked Straight into the eyes of Barney river.

” What do you mean to do with me? And how is
it I am in a boat alone, with you, in the middle of
the night i“

“ You are in the boat because 1 ut you in, and
how you came to be walking on he track in the
middle of the night you know better than I can tell
you. What is yourname?” asked Barney. ‘
The boy hesitated a moment and then replied, as
if with difiiculty: "Frank Trenton."

“ Where are you from?"

“ New York.’

“How (lid you get here?"

“ Walked.’

“What did you come for?”

“ Work."

“Have you learned any trade?"
th‘i‘No but I am willing to turn my hand to any-

ng.

“ 'ell, there are plenty of places in Pittsburg
where a strong, henlt y boy can get work, and—"

“Bang! bang!“

Two deafening reports sounded from underneath
the boat, and at the same moment a blinding flash
of light glared in Barns Driver’s eyes.

Ere he could recover is breath the light was gone
and all was darkness as before.

“What was that?” he spluttered, with an air of
bravado.

The only answer was the soughing of thmwlnd
and the sp ashin of the big rain—drops in the boat.
The storm. wbic had for a few minutes lessened in
violence. increased once more as if it would annihi-
late the skiff and its tw passengers.

f- a body had fallen it again and the rain was
beating pou his upturned face and washing his clus-
tering nurlsfrom his forehead.

“He’s gone agslnl." said Barney. “Chloroform
will fix them, evot‘ytime, when pro any adminis-
tered. I have a good mind, to pitch film overboard
now. There could not be much dan r in it. ‘ No One
knows I am here. and even if the and the worst
came to the worst I could say tha itwas an accident.
Something must be done uickly no way or the
other. I don't want to stay ere in t 6 rain. I have
been pretty nearly struck by lightning once and that
is enough. That stroke just now was too close to be
comfortable.”

The boat had drifted into the middle of the river
by this time and had gone down with the current
until th roar of the locks could be heard distinctly
above t e noise of the storm. .

“ Hallo! I' don’t want to be soon by those fellows
at the lock,” said! Barney." “ That would give my

scheme away, complete .
He picked u a pair oars which lay by the side
pull up-stream, mut-

Osition and

of the boy on commenced to
terin to himself meanwhile:

“ I eel sure that boy saw me at Sing Sing, and
that he will give me away if he ever gets a chance.
I have no desire to put in another three years in the
‘jug.’ I had a close shave in getting out of it, and I
mean to stay out, lf possible. Then there is this lit-
tle thin ,‘t00."

He le go of the our on his left, and grasping it
With his right hand, steadied the right-hand oar
with his elbow. With his disengaged left hand he
drew a ring from his pocket.

“Adiamond and worth $500 at least. I wonder
where he got it? Not honestly, I feel sure. Then
why haven't I as much right to it as him? l‘m go
ingito keep it, an how.” i

e was so muc absorbed in the con‘emplation of
the jeWel that he did not notice a light dancing up
and don within a few yards of his boat to the left.
The light seemed to be floating in mldair about
five feet above the water, and ts colors ch
from white to red. then to blue, yellow, And. 110111
to white again. but a white of much greater bri -
llanoy than at first. '

What could it be),I ‘ -

There was no son d. as of a boat, beln rowed in

the vicinity. and the storm had lulled . 80 that
the splash of can and the rl to of a boat's keel
co I have been heard plainly it. had existed.

till the light shone and moved up and down as if
borne on the crest of the huge waves or by a being
walking on the river. ,

Nearer and nearer it came until, with a start...“ “3

Barney Driver saw it, ‘

He fell back, with jaws and eyes distended, while
the oars, released from his hold, slipped out of the
oarlocks and floated away on the surface of the wa-
ter.

“ There it is again!” he gasped, while the cold
sweat burst out upon his forehead and his whole
form became eonvulsed as if in a s nsm. " it is al-
ways a sign of bad luck for me!’ W tat can it be? ll’
I ever find out that some fellow has been playing a
trick on me, I‘ll—I’ll— By racious! It is gone!"

Boom! sounded the big ell from City Hall. its
deep note comin distinct y to Barney’s cars as he
looked around h In.

“Three o‘clock!‘ I must get this job overt It is
only a boy, after all. And, who kn0wsr Perhaps he
Wlll get out and jump the town. I'll give him the
chance." '-

He stooped and raised the inanimate form of the
lad in his arms. Standing up and bracing his fet I.
firmly, he threw his victim clear of! the boat into the
river.

There was a loud splash, and at the same moment,
a flood of light burst over the scene while a giant
hand seized Barney by the throat and bore him into
the bottom of his boat.

As he was forced irresistibly back, he saw the
form of a stnvular being, nearly Seven feet high.
wrapped in a black cloak and with a black skull-cap
perched on. top of his white hair, while. from the
middle of ins chest gleamed the light which illumin-
ated everything within adozen yards of it, and added
to the unearthly look of its wearer. The being bad
along, sha nose, and piercing black eyes, which.
.under their envy eyebrow: seemed to Vie with the
hlrl'illiancy of the mysterious light emitted from his
0 est. ..

As Barney struggled in the powerful clasp' of the
bony fingers, he shrieked as one in mortal terror:
“ The Demon Damn I”

Then the li ht vanished as suddenly salt had ap-
peared,land amey found himself alone in the mid-
dle of the river. save for the corpse like face of the
boy, which glided down the stream a down yards
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CHAPTER 11.
run: mn‘s mmmoos pawn.

Won: was in full swing at. the Star Steel Works on
the momin after the events narrated in the last
chapter. T eday had broken clear and cold and
the five hundred men employed in the mill were
working with a vgill.hi h t l .

uge masses 0 w to o stee were being d
backward and forward through the rolls, bpy.:nsgn
who, with their long iron tongs, seemed to manip-
ulate the hissing metal an east as if it were molas-
ses candy. Each time it was put thro h the rolls
it came out longer and thinner, until at eat it only
needed a few finishing touches to make it a .perfect
rail. road to take its place as part of a railway in
any as r of the, gloae.

" aithl an‘ it's meself 92 would loike to be goin'
to the picnic be ant," said Mike Carroll as he helped
to draw a bar 0 the h t steel from the last roll.

“ What are you talking about?“ gruffi asked
Barney Driver. who was in charge of the re ls. “ it
seems to me you are always wantingto go to picnics.
It is a pity you have anything elsetodo. 1A3 for
me, I find my work takes all my tine, without think-
in of picnlc‘i" .

ike Cam winked comically to a companion who
stood near him. 5: care that Barney Driver did
not see the action. however, as he replied:

“ Ah thin, Mr. Droiver, a picnic in Dacimber
w‘u‘d e a molghtyhcowld sport; but I belave as it
w'u‘d be for the binefit of yer saw] and body if ye
thddtake more divarsion. Ye‘d feel the better for it,
an -- ’

“ Curse you. what are vou doin i" interrupted
Borne , as Mike accidentally dug h m in the ribs
wi'h t e handle of his tongs.

Mike tried to _apologize. but his sense of humor
overcome his desrre to morlify Barney, and he burst
out laughing at the ridiculous figure out by theist-
tcras he danced around with ain. .

Like a flash, Barney seized a envy sledge-hammer,
swung it around his head. and was about to brink it
down upon poor Mike’s shoulders, when the terrible
weapon was caught by some one behind and the
blow was prchnted.

With another oath Barney turned ulckiy around,
and looked into the pale face of Fran Tm 11, the
boy he had thrown mto the Manor: 61a River ;
few hours befor l

“ Where—where—dld you come from t” he asked,
a: hao’wn swarthy face turned almost as pale u
t e y s.

“ Never mind. Put your hammer down and fif 0,; ‘V I:

with your work. I am emfiloyed in this in
have just been engaged], you want gamma
any questions you wil have P 911” 0r Opportunity
in the future.”

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boy. very different to h s timid manner while in

    
     

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“What can it mean?" he asked himself a score of
:times through the day, as the steel bars, like red-hot
tongues, protruded from the jaws of the iron mon-
sters that were chewing them into a merchantable
commodity. _

He was utterly unable to answer his own question.
and he knew it was of no use asking his.helper,
Mike Carroll, for that worthy was not troubling hiiiz»
self about anything beyond gettin: through his
day‘s work, with the prospect of a glass of beer at
the end of it. . 0

Barney DI'IVCT was not popular With the men iii
the Star Steel Works. He was gruff in manner. and
there were Strange tales afloat concerning him. It
was said that he dabbled in chemistry and that he
believed in spiritiialism' and clairvoyance. He had
himself boasted one day that he had killed his man.
and he had a ecnliar swagger which his enemies
declared he could only have acquired in a peniten-
tiary.

Still, he was a big, powerful man, and he forced a
sort of negative respect from his associates.

There was another whisper about Barney Driver,
however. that was, in the estimation of his fellow-
workmen, more seiious than any other imputation
that Could be cast upon him.

He was said to secretly advocate non union prin-
ciples. Though perforce a member of the “Amal-

amated Association of Iron and St. el Workers,"
Because he could not have otherwise worked in a
Pittsburg mill, it was claimed that his record was a
shady one, and that he only waited a fair opportu-
nity to betray his ffllOW:W(lrl(llli'll. Out of his hear-
ing he was almost invariably spoken of as "Barney,
the Blacksheep."

Iu_a large factory like the Star Mill there were
necessarily many types of character among the em-
ployees. The V were not all Barney Drivers.

One young ellow who worked not far from Bar-
.ney, and who was the very opposite in disposition
and a pearance, was named Lawrence Sinclair.

'Sinc air was tall, lithe and graceful, with a worll
of strength in his sinew limbs, and with courage
enough to use his stren t i in defense either of him-
Self or a friend. if no he. Straight, regular feat-
ures, piercing blue eyes, and short, blonde curls
clustering on his high forehead bespoke one of
nature’s noblemen. even through the soot and grime
gathered in the course of a day’s wt-rk in the mill.

Everybody liked Lawrence Sinclair. There .was
an openness, a rough—and-ready good nature about
the young fellow that irresistibly attracted peo le
to him, and there were few men in the Star ill
who would not have stood by him to the last drop of
blood.

There was one person, however, whom Lawrence

:Sinclair cordially disliked—Barney Driver. Not

without cause, either. There were £0041 P8350118 for
the feeling. What these reasons were may appear
later on. .

Lawrence Sinclair had witnessed the episode of
the hammer, and had admired the promptitude
with which the pale-faced boy had interfered to pre—
vent bloodshed.

“ You have lots of pluck, young one," said Sin—
clair, as the lad walked past.

" Have I?" was the cool rejoinder.

“ That‘s what. Don’t you know Barney Driver is
.a bad man i"

“ He is not bad enough to hurt me. I don‘t fear
'him, and he knows it.’

" Have you met him before?“

‘t Y ‘1

"Where?" . ,
“ 'Tend to your own affairs, Sinclair,” interposed

'the gruff VOlce of "Barney. the Blacksheep.” at

this juncture. "The bog is an old friend of mine,
or I would not have let im stop me from licking
that fellow. You ought to have guessd that."

Sinclair did not reply, but he exchanged a look
With Barney Driver, as the Iattrr returned to his
‘work, that meant trouble in the future.

“ All right. Trenton," said Sinclair. “ Go to your
work but let me see you at quitting time. I want
to talk to you."

The boy qmetly resumed his labors and Sinclair
walked away. I

All day the business Of the mill went on, and at
six o’clock the men on the day turn ave up their
places to those who were to keep the insatiate jaws
of the rolls occupied through the night.

Frank Trenton felt weary as he stepped OVer to
the long trouzh Where “39 day men, each with his
own towel thrown OVer his shoulder, were scouring
some of the marks 0" the“ daY’s labor from face,
neck and hands.

“ Well, young 0Y1“. how do g9“ feel now?" asked
the cheery voice of Lawrence "JClair, as has lashed
into the water in the trough and sluiced imself
from the crown of his head to the‘middle of the
Chest, regardless of his w'et nshirt. ' ow do you
like working in the Star Ml”?

Frank Trenton remole the black from his face
and hands as well as he could._and looking u into
the face of his friend. replied With a faint smile:

‘: I am rather tired.”

‘ Dare say you are. It’s hardwork When on are
not used to it, particularly to a little chap l c you,
Where are on boardin ?"

“ 1_ hlven t t a boa ng-house yet. I only came
to Pittsburg t 9 morning."

“ Th“ 301' Then come home with me. My
mother has a room that will just suit you- 1‘ ll}! t
very big, but then—you are not very big either. I ve

- kind of taken a liking to you, and I don’t want to

see yOu get in With the gang here. I am afraid they
are rather too rough for you."

Ten minutes later. Lawrence Sinclair and Frank
Trenton WON 5““de in the parlor of the former S

 

clair. was telling her son‘s new friend that he was
heartily welcome, and that she would try to make
him as comfortable as possible.

“ Then let‘s have supper, mother. That’s the first
thing." said Lawrence, heartily. "Frank is pretty
well played out by his first day’s work in the mill."

"Begorra, yes, an‘ it's meself that‘s played out
too, wivl running after him," broke in the voiCe of
Mike Carroll, as the lrishman aspeared in the door-
way. “ Barney Driver wants to Sp’ake wid ye, an‘
he towld me to ask ye to go out beyant, me little lad.
An‘ it’s hurryiii’ ye’d better be, too. for Barney isn’t
in the, best of timpers, d‘ye moiiid."

Lawrence broke forth with a sudden invective.

“ Lawrence," said his mother in warning tones.

“ Yes, mother. I beg your pardon; but that man
makes me so mad with his domineering ways that I
can hardly help breaking out sometimes," returned
Lawrence.

“ Where is he?“ asked Frank Trenton of Mike
Carroll.

“Down the road a piece," was the reply. “ 1‘“
take ve to him in a pig's whisper if you‘re ready,”
said Mike.

"Come on, then!” said Frank. and before Law-
rence or his mother could say a word in remon-
strance, he was gone, closely followed by Mike.

“ What does this mean i" said Mrs. Sinclair. “ Who
is this boy?“ ,

“I don t know. mother. There is some mystery
about it, and I intend to find out what it is. That
boy is too young and innocent to be a friend of
Barney the Blacksheep, and if there is any foul
play in the matter, I’ll make it hot for that big vil—
ain as sure as my name is Lawrence Sinclair."

Mrs. Sinclair walked to the window, but all was
darkness outside. She stood looking out into the
night, however. for two or three minutes, while her
son dropped into a chair with an air of weariness.

“ Curse youl" rung out the deep voice of Barney
Driver. “I‘ll finish you, thistimel"

Lawrence Sinclair sprung to his feet.

“ Look, Lawrence!‘ cried Mrs. Sinclair, excitedly.
“Come to the window, Hick!"

Her son rushed to t e window and looked out,
while his frame thrilled with excitement at the
sight that met his gaze.

A bright light illumined the hitherto pitch-dark
road, and shone full on the figure of Barney Driver,
half-recumbent in the dust, while Frank Trenton
bent over him, grasping his wrist and apparently
whispering in his ear.

On the face of Barney was a look of horror, as if
he were under some su rnaturalinfiuence.

Even as they looke , the light suddenly disap-
peared, and the next minute Frank Trenton burst
nto the room, pale and breathless, and sunk on the
floor in a deadly faint.

CHAPTER III.
THE pm'r 'rnicxnxs.

in a lonely house that stood a hollow near the
crest of the gigantic cliff, fou hundred feet high
overlooking t e seething City of Pittsburg, an
known as Mount Washington, wasa man, sitting in a
dimly-lighted room. Save for the shaded lamp,
whose light fell only on an outspread parchment on
the table, which he was earnestly .rusiiig, there
was nothing to relieve the almost tom like darkness
of the apartment.

It was about two hours after the events narrated
in the last chapter. .

The reader kept his eyes fastened on his paper
restin his forehead in his two hands, and seeme
almos entirely absorbed by the queer characters of
his manuscript._

With a deep sigh he raised his head. so that his
features were revealed in the light of the lamp.

It was the Demon Doctor!

At the first glanCc one can see that he is a student.
His high, pale forehead, from which is pushed back
a clustering mass of white hair; his dark. thoughtful
eyes, flashing like coals of fire in cavernous recesses
beneath heavy eyebrows, and his pensive but firm
mouth, the outlines of which are not concealed by
the mustache that droops on each side to mingle
with the flowing beard_

“ Strange," matters the Demon Doctor, “ very
strange."

He rises from his seat and paces the room, _which,
as one becomes accustomed to the dimness. is seen
to be stored with books, manuscripts. oddly-shaped
instruments of brass. leather, wood and g —the
latter substance being distorted into eve conceiva-
ble form in vials, retorts. alembics, an the thou-
sand-and-one vessels used bv chemists. A galvanic
battery stands on a small ta la in a corner, whilea
human skeleton grins from a closet, the curtain in
front of which has been accidentally pushed wide;
A stuffed crocodile hangs from the ceiling, showing
that the occu ant of the room has that delight in
oddities whic was so characteristic of the search-
ers for the unknowable in long dead-aud-gone cen.
turies. _

He is a man of almost 8 l1th Stature. When he
stands u to his full hi2 t he is at least six feet
eight inc es in hight, with a broad, sturdy frame,
that looks capable of withstanding the assaults of
two ordina men.

“Strange " he repeats. as he paces slowly to and
fro. “ With all my studY. extending over my whole
life, of the mystic forces of nature, I am still obliged
to employ a boy whoso life I could crush out in my
hand, as I would an ekzsbell. to assist me in run-
ning down a “1188!: thiefl My erudition, which I
have burned my brain for years to acquire. does not
assist me in fixing _a crime on a man whom I more
"18“ Suspect of being the perpetrator. Strange—

house, While ' moth“! woman, the Widow Sin- stranger

 

He walked up and down for several minutes, cogi-
tating deeply.

“ Father i"

A sweet voice that of a young girl. It made the
Doctor start, while a smile of affection drove the
preoccupied look from his face.

The door he. 7 opened. and the girl stood in the
shadows in a distant corner, in a hesitating man-
ner. as if she were afraid of intruding on the studies
of her father.

“ Come in, LuCette. I am not busy. Come in, my
daughter." said the Demon Doctor, as he stepped
toward the young girl, took her by the hand and
kissed her. “ I am expecting that boy this evening
who is helping me to get back your mother‘s jewels.
A bright boy he. is, too, but a mere boy physically.
If i had not happened to be on the river last ni ht,
I am afraid he would have found a grave at the ct.
tom of the Monongahela, then."

" How good you are. father! You always seem to
be in the right place at the right time," said the
girl. with an admiring glance at her father’s face.

“ Good!“ laughed the Demon Doctor. “ Well, I
don‘t know. I should have been very bad if I had
not ut out my hand to save a helpless boy from a
terri )le death. Don‘t you think so, dear?"

“ Listen, father.”

“ What do you hear?"

The young girl was lookin through a window that,
entirely unshaded, sli0wed t at the darkness with-
out was of inky blackness.

“I thought I heard a light tap at the window."
said Lucette, strainin her eyes in the endeavor to
penetrate the thick pa 1 of night outside.

Tap, tap, tap!

The gir was right. There was somebody outside,
signaling the inmates of the room.

“We‘ll soon s e who it is. daughter," said the
Demon Doctor, as he ste ped to acorner of the room
and placed his hand aga nst the wall.

Instant] a powerful blue reflection shone over the
hitherto b ack s ace outside the window and clearly
defined every 0 ject.

A clear space of Perhaps fifty feet extended from
the window to a h gh. cinderous bank that shut off
the view entirely on that side. In the bank. to the
right, was a hole, about four feet 8 uare, leading
apparently into the bowels of the eart .

be space between the house and the bank was
rough and uneven, with huge masses of slate and
rock lying here and there, the whole scene bein
suggestive of former activit , when coal was min
to the extent of hundreds 0 tons daily. and sent to
feed the home fires and manufacturing furnaces of
towns and cities in every part of the continent.

But this activity had long since ceased. and the
hole in the bank was now only one of the many
means of ingress and egress to the resort of lawless
characters who found the disused coal mines of
Mlount Washington a comparatively safe hiding-

ace.

p “ I do not see anybody, father,” said Lucette, as
she looked through the window in all directions,
“ but I am sure I heard some one $1.1."

The Demon Doctor smiled gri y. as he walked
to the side of his daughter and placed his foot on a
certain bright red flower that stood forth conspicu-
ously in the nearly obliterated pattern of the well-
worn carpet.

A howl of sin arose from the outside, as a man
jumped up rom beneath the window and stood
with a ludicrous expression of dismay on his face.
looking at Lucette and her father.

“Electricity is a ve useful thing—eh, Lucettef‘
said the Demon Do or. “ Go to your room, my
dear. I must talk to this man alone."

Lucette uietly obeyed her father and retired, as
he opened t e window, and motioned to the visitor to
come in. '

The latter, without a word, ate ped through
the opening. and sat down in the octor‘s chair
where the light from the student lamp shone full
oDnhis face and showed the sullen features of Barney

river.

The Demon Doctor pressed the wall in the corner.
and the blue 1‘ ht disa peared leaving the darkness
outside as blue as be ore.

“ Well, rofessor." said Barney, “I am here, as]
told you would be, andI want you to come ri hi.
down to business. And I may as well tell you t at
I mean to claim damages from you for amulting
me last night on the river, when I was attending-
strictly to my own business. and ust enjoying a
little fishing. You scared me near y to death._too.
You are always pin ing those sort of tricks

Hanged if I don’t be 'eve you are a demon any.
how ’ ‘

The Demon Doctor smiled contemgtiioufly-

“ i am nothing more than a stu ent of natural
forces, and when I show the ple that electricity
will give them powers beyon anything dreamed of
by writers of fairy tales, they shake their heads in
box horror, and call me a demon or a crank.“

9 Demon Doctor spoke musmgly, and evidently
was only thinking aloud.

Barney Driver wriggled imEatiently in his chair.

“Well, never mind about t at,” he said. “w I18
get down to business."

“I am listening."

“ You know 1 mid some time ago that I had a
secret which I woul sell to you at a reasonable rate
—a secret aboutr—"

“ About my daughterl Well?"

“ Your daughter. eh?" repeated Barney. WWI B
coarse laugh. “Well. yes. all right; it you like to
can hei- Iyour daughter, I don't object, of 0011!”.
She certs nly ain‘t my daughter."

There was a. dangerous gloom in the Demon
Doctor’s dark eyes for a second, but Barney did not
see it, as he continued:

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“ We know—you and I—that this young girl,
Lucette. ain‘t any more your daughter than she is
mine. You don‘t know whose she is. 1 do. It will
cost you just $12111) to become as wise as I am. I
can get 10.000 for the information in another quarter.
That is why I ask on twelve.”

“ You are candi ,” observed the Demon Doctor.

“Yes. and Iam also a man of my word. If you
don’t settle this business with me to-night. the other
party will get the chance, and y0u may say good—by

o 1xlour daughter," with ironical emphasis on the
W0 .

“ Twelve thousand dollars is 8. 00d deal of
money," said the Demon Doctor, slow y.

“Certainly; but when you consider that there is
a cool million coming to that girl when it is proved
who she is, it don’t seem so much; now, does it?
You see, all you have to do is to be appointed her
guardian, wnich you can easily manage. She has
an uncle who Will tr to head you off in that; but
you can get that all se tled in c Jlll‘t beforehand. and
he will be helpless. Then, with papers that I have,
and that I will turn over to you for and in considera—
tion of the sum of $12,000—as the lawyers say— you
can prove the girl’s identity. help her to et her for-
tune, and take your own comfortable lltt e slice of it
as her guardian.”

“ How do I know that you have the information
you pretend?"

“I won‘t ask you for a cent until you have full
proof.”

“ And if I refuse to buy this precious secret. what
then?” asked the Demon Doctor, gazing sternly into
the other’s face. “ By your own admission, my
daughter will secure her name and fortune whether
I pay you anything or not, because you will sell the
secret to her uncle if ou do not close a bargain
with me. Are on not a raid of my kicking you out
of the house, or daring to come here with a propo-
sition that I should become my daughter’s legal
guardian, for the sake of securing part of her for-
tune?”

“ Don’t get mad, professor," protested Barney.
“It won’t elp things any, and I am not afraid of
you. Now. what is your answer to me—yes or no?"

Before the Demon Doctor could reply, the door
was thrown open and Lucette stood in the ant ,
while her clear, ringing voice uttered. the sing e
word. “ Yea!”

Barney Driver ‘nned triumphantly.

“ Lucette," sai her father, warningly.

“Father, I have heard all. How can you suppose
that I would ever leave you? As for the niOney,
why would it not belong to you as much as to me?
Pay this man what he demands, if you must, but
never listen to any pro sition that might separate
me from you—the only riend I have on earth."

She threw her arms around the neck of the Demon
Doctor and kis5ed him affectionately.

“ Well, when will you bring me these proofs?" he
asked. turning toward Barney.

“ To-morrow night. ls it a bargain?”

“ No!" shouted a voice, as the window was thrown
open. and Frank Trenton sprung into the room.

With a yell of ra e, Barney Driver half-sprun
from Us chair,‘ as i to rush upon the ale-face
b0 , who stood breathlessly, but defiant y, just in-
si e the window. -

He made only one step, and then—stopped!

He seemed to be rooted to the carpet, while his
face, working with baffled rage. expressed the evil
emotions of his mind. Some mysterious power was
keeping him in check, and he was evidently as help-
less as a child. .

It was a weird picture. The darkened room, With
the shaded rays of the lamp falling over the table;
the tall, stately form of the Demon Doctor, as he
stood watching the writhin , impotent rascal. Bar-
ney; the beautiful young gir , in an attitude half of
surprhe half of terror; and the slight. delicate boy.
Frank Trenton standin with dilated nostrils and
flashing eyes, like the ncarnation of retribution,
ready to brave even death in the carrying out of a
sacred purpose.

“You must remember that in my own house I
am absolutely king, Barney Driver," said the Demon
Doctor. “ I will release you on condition that you
sit down again."

Barney nodded
was powerless to
a movement.

The Demon Doctor, as far as could be seen. did
not do anything. Yet he. in some manner known
only to himself, released the baffled rufflan from the
subtle electrical influence that had held him pris-
oner. and motioned him to his chair.

“Now, Barney Driver. I have a word to say to

ou," said Frank Trenton. “ It is in turn to dictate

rms to you. We are not in the mi die of the riVer
now, alone in a boat. I am not afraid of you mur-
dering me and I charge on with being concerned
in the rohbe of the ikhth National Bank of
Albany New ork, and. moreover, with being an
escaped convict from Sin Sing Prison.”

The Demon Doctor an Lucette looked in aston-
ishment at the boy. Whoiwas this more child, who
seemed to know the criminal secrets of the whole
country bv heart?

Barney Driver sat in his chair looking fixedly at
Frank Trenton, evidently trying to hold down his
rage. At last he burst forth:

“ You lie 1”

“I s k the trut ” returned the boy, quietly.
“ You now I do."

Barney Driver tried to laugh derislvely, but the
attempt was a failure.

“ Listen," said the boy. as he stepped to the side
of Barney, while the Demon Doctor kept a watch-
ful eye on the latter. ready to thwart any treacher-
ous movement. “You have recognised me as—"

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Barney Driver looked up quickly, wit“. a horrified
glance that ssemed to see in the face of the boy
something that he had not observed before. Then
he stammered, as if in a dream:

“ Deadhold, the Kid Detective!"

The. next minute there was a crash of glass, as,
at a single bound. Barney sprung through the win-
dow, carrying the sash with him.

CHAPTER IV.
MIKE canaont’s FRIENDLY VISIT.

“ Bs jabers, now, Mr. Sunclair. it’s as dark in
these ould toonnels as the t‘roat uv ablack cat. Bad
‘cess to it! Why did me mother’s son iver coom on
sich an expedition. It bees no place fora dacent
mon, onyhow. You can just bet the boots off uv
yez that it’s niver Moike Carroll as‘ll be prowling
around here ag‘in unless very pertickler bisneSS
dra 3 him in out of the daylight beyant.”

“ on’t grumble so Mike. We are getting along
all right. It won’t take us long to get throu h. and
if we find what we are looking for it will . well
worth all the trouble it costs us. '

The speaker was Lawrence Sinclair, who, with
Carroll, was gro ing througlha assage in the reat
worked-out coa mines t at oneycomb lifount
Washington.

The two men had a purpose in view as will appear
in due time.

It was the night which, as we have seen. was such
an awful one for Barney Driver and Frank Trenton
—or " Deadhold," as Barney had called him.”

The “Kid Detective” had giVen his friend Sin-
clair a hint concerning Barney which had led to the
exploration of the mysterious mines throl ' hwhich,
wi h the good-natured little Irishman, he like now
making his way.

“I tell you, Mike," went on Lawrence, “we shall
catch Mr. Barney this time, and hold him in) to the
world in his true light, or I am very badly cu. in my
calculations. ’ ’

“ An’ sure that’s a thing yez niVer are, Mr. Sun-
clair, as I’ve often towld yez. An’ be‘ the same
token. I guess you‘re roight about us soon coming
across the spal en we’re a-lookin’ for, because-:-
Whisti Phat s t at?“

Mike had started and grasped Sinclair‘s arm, drop-
ping his lantern, as he pointed into the gloom that
stretched ahead of them into the unknown. .

“ What is it, Mike? I can't see anything except
darkness."

“ You can't?"

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“ Then you’re looc ; for, be .the ghost of me
grandmlther, I saw a oi ht, sort 0‘ streaky loike,
kim across the blackness eyant that wuz as red as
a hot steel rail, wid the foire sticking out uv it.“

“ Pooh! Your imagination runs away with you,
Mike. We are all alone in this part of the mine.
The gang never come out this way. Pick up your
lantern and come aIOng. We are not near the place
yet."

Mike obeyed, but he shook his head doubtfully
as he lighted the wick of his lantern from that of
his companion.

“ Ohl Howly Mosesi There it is ag‘inl"

He drop d the lantern with a muffled shriek as
with trem ling flnger he directed rinclair‘s atten
tion to the appearance that had frightened him so
much before.

There was no mistake about it now.

A lurid reflection that brought into an relief
the rugged. seamed, splintered masses of sfa e from
which the soft bituminous coal had long since been
taken. It made the ruinous scene one of fantastic
shapes and dancing shadows. It gave an atmos-

here of supernatural warmth and life to the deso-
ation and decay which generally reigned in this
dismal underground region. It cast flickering oints
of glowing fire on eveiiy side. it seemed to p ace a
Existence“ in the echo ng passages that was not of
war .

Lawrence stood, irresolute, for a moment, as he
tried to account for the strange appearance.

He and Mike Carroll had entered the mine about
half-way up the face of the cliff at a small aperture
that was hidden by a pile of scra -iron, accumulated
for years from the great iron mi l at the foot of the
precipice. and he knew that the secret rendezvous
of the band of outlaws for which he was looking,
and in which he more than expected to find Barney
Driver, must be at least a quarter of a mile distant
through the winding passages.

“ Come along. Mike. We‘ll soon find out who is

laying tricks on us,” he said. at last,.as he dashed
ward the light. closely followed by his companion.

Even as he spoke, the mine became densely black,
as before.

“ Sure the oull Jack-o'—_Lantern has put a stoong-
wisher on the head uv him." Bald Mike. “But I'm
fearin’ that there‘s throuble fornmst us and—“

Crash, came a heavy body against him, and the
Irishman‘s observations were cut short by his being
sent spinning several Yards over the rough smiles
that formed he flooring of the passage.

All the same instant Lawrence Sinclair's lantern
was knocked from his hand. and everything was in
utter darkness.

The young man stretched his hands and grasped
at the lackness at random.

" Who is this?" demanded Sinclair. swmly. as he
felt some unknown gerson in his clutch.

A smothered oat was the only repl . as the
stranger tore himself away and plunge into the
thick 0 us gloom that overhu all.

“Och, . . Sunclair, I’m kilo in oirely. The mur-
therin villain hasn’t left a parfect bone in me huu

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body, so he hasn‘t," wailed Mike. “ Sure, be St-
Patnrick. there seems to be a million uv jaggetf
shtones a-rinnin’ iniil the back uv me.”

“Never mind, Mike; you shall get even with him
et,” said Lawrence Sinclair, as he_ relighted his.
antern, and lifted tue disgruntled Irishman to his.

feet. “We must see this thing through, now. I
suppose it was one of the gang, who didn’t want us
to recognize him. It is only one more roof that;
their meeting- lace is somewhere in t e mines.
And I’ll find it to-night," he added, with sudden
flerceness. “if it means death to me. Come along.”

“Yes. that’s all roight: but, me fri’nd, it’s only
roight that I should inform yez. that I ain’t ready to
pass in me chicks at this prisint moment, if you
are," grumbled Mike Carroll.

" Hushi What‘s that ahead ?“

“ Where ‘2"

“Just behind that column of slate, right in the
light of my lantern.”

“ It looks loike a—”

“ A man?“ .

“No! The saints purtect us! A divil l“ stammer--
ed Mike, his superstitious fears completely over«
comin him.

“Ps awl It was a colored man. that’s all, He.
has one, too. There are. more holes and burrows
in this bill than in a rabbit warren. Follow mel"

Without another word, Lawrence Sinclair dashed
forward to the spot on which the stranger had stood
a moment before, but—was he gone.

Ah low. narrow passage turned sharply to the.
ri t.

wrence Sinclair unhesitatingly entered it. with.
Mike close on his heels.

Twenty yards brought them to the end. It was;
evidently only an abandoned “ room " as the spaces-
in which the diggers work are called in mining par-
ance.

“ I towld yez he wuz a divil. He kim in here, so
he did, an’ now he’s gone as clean as a whistle—wint-
roight through the thick wall, be the powers! Say,
Mr. Sunclairl”

“Well?”

“ I'm a-goin’ home," said Mike Carroll, solemnly..
“ I towld yez I’d help vez put 'our bond on the gang
in this unchristian place, an I‘d like to ka me-
wurrd, but I’ll be choked if I want to fight fel ers as
jgmp ’through walls an‘ wears horns an’ a tail on
t em. ’

‘- Well, all right, Mike. Go home. I‘ll see it.
through by myself, if you’re afraid.”

This last word stuck in Mike Carroll‘s throat and
dispelled all his apprehensions as if by magic.

“ Afraid. is it, Mr. Sunclair? And did yez iver know
of an Irishman that was afraid? I‘ll go wid yez, be-
fiiorra. if it’s to Halifax or Jericho. I‘m w1d yez,

r. Sunclair. an’ here’s me bond on it.“ _
Lawrence shook hands heartily with his impulswe-

companion, and then proceeded to reconnoiter the
“room ” fromvwhich the negro had so strangely dis~
appeared. . _

“There don’t seem any possibility of his haying
gone out. and yet, since he isn’t here, after most.
certainly coming in, he must have escaped some-
how," said Lawrence. .

“No doubt about it," added Mike. With semen--
tious gravity.

“Here, we start with that b951, Trenton. t0 1'1"!
down a gang of thieves in the mines, that he seems.
to know all about, somehow, though 1 cannot imag-
ine how he found it out. Then he suddenly leaves
us to keep another appomtment, but promises to
join us here. Now. where _is he? I hope he hasn‘t.
{got into any trouble. He is such a weak little fel-
ow, in spite of his smartness, that I would hardly
like to trust him in a hard crowd.”

“ Ye wouldn’t, eh? Faith, an' I don‘t see why ye
should be a—worriting about him, ay ther. He didn’t.
back down much at the mill to-day, when that big
omadhaun of a Barney Driver was oin‘ for me wid
a hammer. I owe him wan for t at, too, be the

ye. Be iabers, the b’ye saved the Icife uv me
that toimel ’

“ Yes. he is a bright boy, but there is a mystery
about him that I should like to solve. Of one thing-
I am convinced. He has come to this part of the.
country for something more than to merely get a.
living, ’ returned Lawrence, while carefully exam-
ining every inch of the walls, floor and ceiling of the

‘room. ‘

Suddenly he uttered an exclamation of triumph
as he held his lantern. high over his head and fixed
his eyes upon a certain spot in the uneven wall of
slate and rock before him.

“ Look, Mike 1“

“ Phwat i”

“There is the secret of the colored man’s escape, ”

“Phwere?”

“Do you see that crack running 810118 the wall
about a mm from the top?"

" Yis.”

“ And do on see two other crac'ks, up and down’
about a ya a art?”

“ Faith, an’ do." ,

“That's a door," said Lawrence Sinclair, quietly
but con fidently.

“ A dure?"

“ Yes, sir.”

“ An‘ how d’ye know? Sure yez wuz never here
before, wuz e?" asked Mikehronderingly.

“Never. Ill? I feel sure t t I am right notwith-
standing. However. we can Soon test it.”

The oung man jum on the loose masses 0!
slate t at hfid cmmb' from the, wall, and placing
his feet in fissures and holes that formed a, natural
ladder, reached the crack near the roof that he had
pronounced a door.

Mike Carroll and he reached the crack at the same.
instant, for there was plenty of foothold. and the

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'Irlshman’s love of adventure would not allow him to
.remain in the background now that he did not sus-
pect an supernatural agency at work. _ I

“ Be abersl I hear_ some one shpaking," said
"Mike in an excited whlsper.

“ ushl We must not be caught just now. That
colored man thinks we have lost track of him, eVi-
dently, and if we don’t interfere with him‘l presume
he won’t disturb us. All we want now is to locate
and identify the gang. if we do that we shall have
gained the object of our night's work.“ _

While speaking, Lawrence Sinclair was cautiously

ulling at the mass of slate immediately below the
llorizontal crack. He judged, and rig tiy, that it
would swing 0 on like a door.

He soon mac 8 an aperture large enough to enable
him to peer through into the space on the other

.side.

A glare of light dazzled his eyes and drew forth a
stifled exclamation from Mike. .

Sinclair stretched his hand warinngly toward his
companion, but Mike was too exalted to notice it and
.only climbed a little higher, to get a better view of
the scene before him.

It was a " room ” similar to the one in which
they stood, but was. as comfortably furnished as
many an apartment in a good boarding-house. Two
cot-beds, several chairs and a large pine table were
lighted up by an immense flame that Issued from an

ordinary gas pipe planted in the ground.

There were four occupants of the room.

one was a burly colored manfiloubtless the in-
dividual that had brushed past Sinclair and Mike so
unceremoniously. The others were a. young man of
perha s twenty years of age, who, with his soft felt
hat pu led over his eycs, had the unmistakable air of

.a “ tough," and Barney Driver.

There was still another person present. the si ht
of whom had caused Lawrence Sinclair and ike
Carroll so much astonishment—a beautiful, refined

,young girl, none ocher than the Demon Doctor's

aau Mar, Luce/tn.

“ liwat does that mean, Mr. Sinclair?” whispered
Mike, as he raised himself a little more and leaned
forward until half his body hung through the open-

in .
E{Come back. Mike; they will see you," warned
Lawrence, softly. as he gave Mike Carroll a pull.
The pull was intended to draw the Irishman out of

danger, but it failed in its object. Mike involuntari-

ly resisted. and leaned forward still further.

It was a fatal movement. I

There was the sound of falling rubbish; a grind-
ing, crashing, rumbling noise, and Lawrence Sinclair
dropped back and rolled into the center of the empty
“room " under a heap of broken slate and dust,
while Mike pitched the other way, and landed with
a tremendous bump and a characteristic exclama-
tion, squarely in the middle of the pine table, among

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CHAPTER V.
A RESCUE s'rorrsn.
Baum DRIVER, the colored man and the young

‘“ tough "—wlio, by the way, re'oiced in the cogno-

men of “ Curly 30b "—started orward as Mike Car-
to“ made his nnceremomous dvbul, but as the Irish-
man sat perfectly unconcerned on the table. looking
good-humoredly into the face of each man in turn,
they all stop (1 and stared at the intruder with an
expression 0 blank astonishment on their respective

_ aces.
” Where did you come from?" said Barney Driver,

.at last, with a scowl.

“ Phcre did I kim from .9" repeated Mike, who
wanted to gain time to collect his thoughts. “ Sure,
it’s meself that kin hardly tell yez. I jist dropped
in as it were.”

The frown on Barne Driver’s brow grew black as
he looked into the litt e Irishman‘s careless, smiling

face. .
“ Get OK that table," he commanded, sternly.
“Sart'inly. Ibeg the leddy's parding,” returned

Mike pulling OH his hat res ctfully.

" ever mind the lad . 1 ltake care of her. You

.do as I tell you," was mey's ruff response._ .

“ Don’t I always do as e tel me—at the mill? ’

“Yes, and ou’ll doi here, too, if you know
what is good or ourself.“

“ Faix, and if know what’s good for meself, I
think I'd be better of! av I wasn’t in this place, at

.all, at all."

‘; ISLhut 111mg;

‘ m s u . ,

Mike Sprung from the table, andtdextérously con-
i

».tflved to 9,1 g t at the side of Lucet e.

A light, soft touch on his band would have told
him that she was in trouble, even had she not whisv

:pered. almost inaudibly, a single word:

“Hel l"

“ Getlbver to the other side of the room." said the
harsh voice of Barney Driver. and Mike Carroll was
hurled across the a artnient by the werful arm of
£118 speaker so sud enly as to almos take away his

reatn. .

f‘Sure au' ain’t I on the ither soidef"’said Mike,
W-th a grin adding to himself: “But .111 get that
gurrul onto this in spite of yer teeth. Mister Barney
the BlaCk-‘lhfi 8. Mark me wurruds.”

He (1.10996 upon the pile of slate that had fallen
with him from the hole above, drew a short black
pipe from his pocket, and after due preparation
commenced to smoke.

“Curly B vb " and the colored man looked curi-
ously from the Irishman to bamey, as if expecting
.opders [0 take some action. _

The latter did not make any sign, however, and
mike was left unmolested.

Barney Driver “'39 efldenfly the ruler in this un-

 

derground kingdom. He was playing a desperate
game; but then he was a des rate man, and he

id not hesitatein the course 6 had marked out
for himself. He would rather that Mike Clfl‘Oll
had not found him in a character—an outlaw—en-
tirely different to that of the mill-worker, in which
he had been accustomed to seeing him. But since
he could not help it, he was prepared to face it out
with the dogged courage peculiar to wild beasts and
men without princi le.

"Oscar!" he crie , suddenly.

B “ Sah l" returned the negro, as he stepped toward
arney.

The latter whispered something in Oscar‘s ear,
and with a nod of intelligence the ne 0 walked to
the door, which, Mike noticed, was 0 solid, heavy
beams and scantling, strengthened with bands and
rivets of iron.

“ Bob," said Barney, shortly.

Curly Bob, without a word followed the negro,
and they both disap cared through the doorway
Barney carefully rep acin the ponderous bar and
two iron bolts that secured it from the inside.

It was noticeable that Barney Driver never re-
movedhis eyes from the face of Lucette while fast-
ening the door. He evidentl expected that she
would, if possible. enlist Mike ‘arroll in her service
and he was determined to previ-nt it.

As for Mike he sat on his heap of slate, smoking
as peacefully as if he was enjoying his noon hour
rest at the mill.

Barney Driver seated himself on the table and
grinned triumphantly at Lucette

" What are you going to do with me?" asked the
girl, at last, as Barney showed no intention of speak-

lh .

% Sit down.” was the gruff response.

Lucette obeyed, mechanically dropping into a
chair that stood just behind her.

“I ain’t going to do anythihg with you," continued
Barney. “You don’t supp08c 1 go around killing
women, do you? It was a lucky chance thatI got
hold of you, and Pm going to take advantage of it,
of course. That’s business. I can strike a better
bargain, with old Lightning Rod, the Demon Doctor,
as they call him, while I keep you out of sight d’ye
see?”

" Villain!" gasped Lucette.

“ Now, see here, young lady.” said Barney Driver.
savagely. “ I don’t want any talk of that kind from
you. I wouldn‘t take it from a man, and I‘m sure
won‘t have it from a girl."

“Thrue for yez. Barney. You‘re a brave b’v
Faix an‘ ye are. I believe yez c‘u‘d lick the gurru
wi‘ one hand, so I do," broke in Mike Carroll, who
pushed down the tobacco in the bowl of his pipe
with his little finger, and quietly resumed his smok-
mg.

Barney Driver jumped from the table, Seized a
chair and hurled it with all his force at Mike.

The little Irishman expected some such demon-
stration; so he dodged the chair with a quick move-
ment of his head.

At the same instant Lucette reached the door, and
with almost superhuman strength, threw down the
bar, shot back the bolts, and rushed into the corri-
dor.

“ Come back, or I'll kill you,” yelled Barney, as
he followed her a few steps.

Then he stopped, and With achuckle and shrug of
his shoulders, returned to the room;

“ Hyar she is. boss. I thought she was wine too
fast, or I done ‘suaded her to come back, ‘ said the
voice of Oscar, as he appeared, holding Lucette
firmly by the hand.

. “Slipped up that time, eh i" said Barney, mock-
ingly. as, the negro havmg again gone, the door was
barred and bolted as before.

For fivo minutes no one spoke.

Mike Carroll smoked on undisturbed; Lucette
sunk back in her chair in a sad reverie, and Barney,
the Blacksheep, with knitted brows leaned against
the wall, looking alternately at his two prisoners.

Suddenl there was a noise over the head of Mike
Carroll, w o, it will be remembered, was sittln im-
mediately beneath the opening through who he
had made his entry to the room.

Barney Driver looked up, and leveled a pistol at
the spot with an oath.

Ere he could ii]! the t er. Mike Carroll, quick
as a flash, had cked up a piece of slate, and, with
accurate aim. t rown it at the weapon.

There was a report the sound of falling slate and
dust. and Lawrence inclair bounded into the room
from the o ning, and flew at the throat of Barney
the Blacks eep.

The onslaught was so sudden that the burly ruf-
flan went down as if he had been hit by a cannon
ball, with Lawrence Sinclair clutching his throat
with a death-like grasp.

“Hurrool” ye led Mike Carroll. “ Choke the
murtherin‘ villain, Mister Sinclair. Jist hould him
till I git one paste at him." '

Lucette started from her chair in affright, and
glanced tOWard the door.

The combatants, however. were rolling over each
other immediately in front of it, completely shutting
ofl escape in_t hat direction. _

Barney Driver tried to speak, but the clutch of
Lawrence Sinclair on his throat was tightening, and
he could not utter any sound save a mumed
groan.

Lucette had seen that some one sprun into the
l‘OOm. but the movement had been so su den that
she had not seen his features.

Now, as the two rolled over in a desperate strug-
le for the mastery. she saw the young man‘s face
11 the full glare of the gas-light that was still flaring

from the i . and clasplng her hands in a
paroxysm of hope and fear, cried:

 

"Lawrencel"

The young man heard the word, and, excited as
he was, a glow of pleasure overspread his pale face,
and he gave Barney Driver’s throat an extra
squeeze t at made that gentleman’s eyeballs bulge
still more.

Mike Carroll heard it, too, and he screwed up two
eyes with a knowing look as he muttered:

“Well, here's more in it. That must be Mr. Sin-
clair’s gurrul, from the moighty familiar way she
handles the name uv him.”

The Irishman was dancing around the two men
battling on the ground, as he sought an opportunity
to help his friend by planting a decisive blow on
Barney Driver’s anatomy.

So far, however, he had not been able to distin~
guish one from the other in the dust and excite-
ment.

Barney the Blacksheep was now growing percep-
tibly weaker. Though a much more powm‘ful man
than Lawrence Sinclair, the latter had gained such
an advantage by clutching his throat at the first at-
tack that it was evident the young man would
eventually be the victor. '

One more tightening of his clasp and it was evi-
dent to Lawrence that the assailant was helpless for
the time being.

“ So, Barney Driver, I think we have stopped your
career for a few years," said Lawrence as he re-
leased his hold and arose to his feet.

“Miss Le Fevre!" he exclaimed, as he met the eye
of Lucette, " what strange chance brings you to this
place at this hour?"

" Oh, Law—Mr. Sinclair, take me home; take me
home. I hardly know what has hapgened this night.
But rest assured that my father an I will never be
able to sufficiently repay you for your assistance."

“ The accidental speaking of his (‘hristian name
by this fair young girl had sent a thrill of pleasure
through the young man. It bade him hope that the
warm feeling he had long hardly dared to indulge
for the daughter of Professor Le Fevre was not per-
haps so presumptuous, after all.

But this was no time for talkin love.

The best way to prove it woul be to help her out
of this den. so unsuited to her delicate tastes and
refined appearance.

“Mike, give me that rope in the corner. I must
arrange Mr. Driver so that he will keep quiet for a
few hours. We‘ll take Miss Le Fevre home first.
Then we can come back and decide what to do
next.“

“ Thrue for yez, Mr. Sunclair."

" It is evident that we have found the headquarters
of the gang that young Frank Trenton was talking
about."

“ Sure l"

“ And when we find him we can consult about
Barney. The boy has something against him that
we do not know of yet.”

“All roight, Mr. Sunclair. Here’s the rope. I‘ll
tie that murthering villain meself. Begorra, he luks
as if he w’u’d wake up in a minute.”

Perhaps Mike Carroll never had a job that be en-
joyed more than fastening his tyrant with the stout
rope he had found in the corner. He knotted and
tWisted and pulled, and looped the rope around
Barney Driver’s limbs until the prostrate bully was
utterly powerless even when he had recovered
from the severe throttling ad ministered by Lawrence
Sinclair.

He finished the oh by bestowing a hearty kick on
Barney the Blacks eep.

"Take that, bad ‘cess to yez, for what I owe yez."

Barney icowled malevolently.

“ Phwat, ye’ll luk crooked at me, will yez?" said
Mike, with mock indignation. “Be the powers I'll
give yez anither wan 1”

Mike was as ood as his word.

IIe rattled his heavy boot against Barney‘s back
With such earnest good will that Lawrence felt con-
strained to interfere.

“ Wait a minute. Mike. There is no reason to
kick the man to death. There is enough against
him according to the boy. Trenton, to send him to
the Penitentiary for ten years, but we have no right
to kill him beforehand.”

“ I know; but he‘s sich a blaggard that I’d loike to
settle with him meself."

“ Well, don‘t do it. Just stay here and kee watch
until l come back. l am oinc to take Le
Fringe home. Her father w ll be almost out ofhis
m n .‘

“ No, father does not even know I am out of the
house, or I am sure he would have found me before
this." sobbed Lucette.

“Indeed?” said Lawrence in astonishment.

He was about. 'to ask the young girl for an explan-
atiOn, but iealizmg that in her distress she was in
no mood fontalking, he said nothing about it.

“Here, Mike." he said, picking u the revolver
that had been knocked from the ban of Barney the
Blacksheep. “ Ta e this pistol, and. if necessary to
defend your life, use it, but not cthermse.”

“All right. Mr. Sunclair. I don't take much shtock
in goons. but I‘ll blow the top off the head av that
naivl'giir av he comes foolin' around here again, so I
wi .

c “ Don’t fo et that they being people for commit.
tmz mnrderffiike. that‘s all. ‘ said Lawrence warn-
ingly, as he took down the bar of the door.

“ Faith, then, they ought to hang Barney Drolver
grkhe’s nearly kilt me lots av tonnes," grumbled

1 e.

“ Dro that gun!" suddenly commanded a voice
over M e‘s head. and the Irishman let his pistol
fall to the ground mechanically.

Lawrence Sinclair turned around quick! . but only
to confront the muzzle of a revolwr with a yard
of his face held by the colored man, Oscar, who had

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CHAPTER VI. . .
Dunnonn’s Look! 3301‘.

Wan Barney the Blacksheep dashed throu h the
window of the Demon Doctor‘s parlor, the th ee oc-
cupants of the room—the Doctor, Lllcette and Frank
Trenton-all moved involuntarily forward.

Then Frank Trenton said, quietly:

“ Never mind, professor. Let im go. We can
easil catch him when we want him."

“ on seem to know his haunts," said the Demon
Doctor.

U I doll,

“ Are you known as Deadhold, or was that only a
fancy name invented by him?"

The b0 lan hed.

" The ew ork thieves who know me pretty well
have given me that sobriquet. I think I can say,
without egotism that they have reason to know
whether I deserve it or not. They have a tradition
that when I once get a clew on a man he has to go
where I want him.”

“ And yet you are not very—”

" Strong?’

“Yes, t lat is what I was going to remark,” said
the Demon Doctor, rather hesitatingly.

“ Exactly. I am not very strong—physically.
(But we don’t catch thieves by main strength nowa-

a s.”

3,1 beg your pardon. My remark was foolish, and
I. who have always contended that the intellect is
the only trace standard of human greatness, should
lfiaVe known better than to utter it,” said the Demon

octor.

“Barney Driver has made a bad mistake for him-
self in making that $12,000 reposition," said Frank
Tren‘ton, changing the subfect.

lb 7 I 19!

” Because he has revealed somethin to me that I
never knew before, though I suspects it.”

“What is it?"

“ Only that he did a job in New York that I have
been trying to trace for over a year.”

“ What sort of a job?”

“ Burgl That is Barney Driver’s [regular
branch of t e profession. He says he has a certain

paper. I believe he has. The paper was stolen,
with others from a certain house in New York
City.”

is  I"

“ As well as a large sum of money."

ltYes."

“So of course flitting the two things together,
and considering r. Driver‘s character, if e has
that paper he must have stolen it."

“Of course—of course,” said the Demon Doctor,
“ It‘s as plain as daylight.”

“ It is—quite.” '

“Well, why in the name of all that's unexplain-
able, did you not let me stop him just now? I could
have done it, with a simple pressure of 111 foot on
the ca t. I have protected my house t oroughly
with e ectric burglar two. and if the appliances
had not all been out of 0 er that night the jewels
were stolen, the thieves would have had one of the
greatest surprises of their lives, instead of getting
awn? successfull with the diamonds."

“ didn’t stop lm because I didn‘t want him to
slip away from us when once we have him. I ant
to catch him—red-handed; or, in other wor s, I
mean to take him in the secret cave wb re I am
convinced that he has hidden his plunder."

"You talkasif you were sure of catching h In.
How do you know that he won’t slip away now al-
together? He would be foolish to go to a place
where he has reason to suppose you can coolly fol-
low him."

“T~ieves, as a rule. are foolish. Or rather the
think that they are smarter than their pursuers. I
it were not for that peculiar trait. we should have
more trouble in hunting them down than we do.”

“ What is your plan? ’ ,

” Well, Doctor my plan is—"

“ One minute, ‘ interrupted the Demon Doctor.
'“Lucette, m dear. you had better go to bed. Mr.
Trenton and may have to talk for some time, and
it is already past your regular hour for retiring.”

The girl obediently walked to the door. after kiss-
saga her fatger and bowing to Frank Trenton, and

are .

Shgpsiood in the hall that ran throu h the house
from front to back. and then. actuate by a sudden
impulse. ste ped to the door that opened on the
space outsii e the window to which we have already
referred. and allowed the cool breeze to sweep
across her forehead, I

Hard! had she time to note the intense blackness

the n ght, relieved only by the glare that broke
mm the shattered win ow. of her father's room,

when a hand was pl'xced Over her mouth and a

hoarse voice whisperi-d' ,

“ Silence, for your life!"

Lucette struggled wildly and would have shrieked
for help but t e cold muzzle of a pistol was placed
agains her cheek, and she suffered herself to be
Vdragg‘ed unresistingly away.

A: or ca tor pulled ‘her across the yard. the light
from the w ndow fell full upon his features, and she
saw that he was, as she had suspected. none other
than Barney the Blackshee .

“What do you want h me?" she asked. in a
low tone. for ,the threatening pistol was pointed
directly at her head _ .

" Never mind." said Barney Driver, savagely. “ I

I want you, and that’s enoug “

 

“But this is monstrous, to be taken prisoner on

m father’s very doorstep. I will not gol”

ucette made a desperate effort to free herself, as
she saw her father standing just inside the broken
window looking earnestly down at Frank Trenton,
who was talking rapidly.

“You won‘t go? ’ said Ihrney, with brutal irony.
“We’ll see!”

‘I Faith—ll

Ere the syllable was formed the coarse hand of
Barney the Blacksheep was over her mouth again,
i s he muttered:

“Keep quiet, will you? or, by Heavens, I’ll kill

on!“

“Kill me, then," returned Lucette, inarticulately,
its her captor‘s palm was pressed tighter over her
ips.
Barney held the pistol close to her forehead. and
for a second or two seemed disposed to carry his
threat into execution.

At this moment Frank Trenton, in the room.
arose and walked to the window.

“Deadholdl Curse himl" muttered Barney Dri-
ver, under his breath.

The boy stood at the side of the Demon Doctor,
and the two were in full view of Barney and Lucettg,
while the two last named. having moved out of the
shaft of light, were hidden entirely from the occuc
pants of the room.

“Now, see here!“ hissed Barney DriVer in Lu-
cette's ear “I‘m going to make you come along
with me, and you may as well come quietly. If you

‘don’t make any fuss, I give you my word that I

won’t hurt you."

“lYour word 1” exclaimed Lucette, contemptu-
ous . .

“ es, my word! It is all you have to rely upon at
present. so you may as we] take it," retorted Bar-
ney, with n. sarcastic grin.

“Coward!”

“Save words of that sort until you are out of my
power,‘ unless you want me to make you suffer for

them

" Wretch, I defy youl Fath—"

Again Borne Driver’s heavy hand stopped the
word by presismg so hard upon the young girl’s
lips as nearly to cut them through with her teeth.

A sudden thou ht Seemed to strike Barney, and he
scowled ominous as he nodded his head with satis-
faction over the i ea.

“Listen to me," he grewled.

" I must listen. You have me in your power.”

“Yes, I have, and I mean to keep you there for a
s rt time."

“ A very brave performance for a man, to take a
helpless girl prisoner!” said Lucette, scornfully.

Barney winced.

" Speak. again," he said, “ or refuse to come
quietly wrth me, and I swear l’ll shoot—not you,
but—your father."

Lucette recoiled in horror.

“ Hal You don't like that? I thought you wouldn’t.
But I’ll do it, as sure as my name IS Barney Driver,
if I have any more trouble with you.”

“ You dare not!" .

“ Daren’t I? You don’t know me !“

These last words Were gritth out between his
glilnched teeth, and Lucette saw deadly resolution in

s e e. I
“I‘ll—I’ll gol" she gas 1 '

" Of course on will, ‘ chuckled Barney. “I
knew you wo .” .

Lucette cast a last despairing lance at her father.
standing in the lighted r00m, behind the broken
sash. and though one shriek would have caused him
to li ht up the whole yard by a simple touch of an
elec ric button, and probably accomplish her rescue,
she durst not utter a sound. '

Too well she knew that the maddened wretch dra -
fling her away would send a bullet crashing throu

i brain at the first outcry from her lips, and s e
therefore suffered herself to be home into the dark
entry to the deserted mine, without another word of
grotest, rather than expose her beloved father to a

sadly ris .

The next instant she was being led rapidly through
the windin passages of the mine, feeling at every
step as if e were leaving all hope further and fur-
ther behind.

How she was brought to the secret rendezvous of
Barney Driver‘s gang, and what befell her there, we
already know.

" So on think the best way will be for you and 1
to go t irough the mine to—night, eh? You can find
the place, you say 9" .the Demon Doctor Was
fizfi'ing, at the very minute that Barney Driver was

ing Lucette he would shoot her father if she did -

not obey his orders.

“ Yes; that is my idea "

“But are on armed?"

For ausw r Frank Trenton drew forth from a
leather ocketbook his credentials as a detective in
connect on with the New York Police Department,
together with an official recognition from the Pitts—
burg Chief of Police.

umItlgpievercarry deadly weapons," he remarked.

“And yet you have made many important cap‘
tures?

«Yes.» ‘

2: Of determined, unscrupulous criminals!"

Yes." /

“ Of men who would not hesitate to 0,113 your
throat, or shoot you through the head if it would
enable them to escape?" ’

“Yes.” 1

“Frank Trenton, on are a mystery," and
Demon Doctor. am 1) a long breath. the

.“ So the tell me in ew York."

"We". will take Weapons with me. and I think

 

ou had better put this six-shooter in your pocket...
11 case of accidents.”

The boy objected strenuously to. thus departing:.
from his rule, but finally, to satisfy his friend, the
Demon Doctor, took the roVoIVer and placed it in his
coat- ocket, ready to his hand.

“ hero is your own pistol?" asked the boy.

“I in well armed, never fear," was the reply,
“Le us start!"

The Demon Doctor placed a heavy shutter against
the inside of his broken window. Then he went to -
a small cabinet in a corner, unloeked it, and moved
certain shining brass knobs within.

Frank Trenton was follomng the movements of
his companion curiously.

“I am setting my watch-dog,"explained the De-
mon Doctor. “ He is always Vigilant, and cannot
be poisoned or shot. Some peoplerall those devices
electric burglar-ira s, I prefer Simply to think of
them as something intelligent. EU I call them my
watch-dog." '

" What 5 his name ?”

“ Old Electricity, of course".

The Demon Doctor smiled grimly at the conceit,
and Frank Trenton gave utterance to a careless,
boyish laugh, more in keeping with his. youthful ap-
pearance than with the weighty husniess that he
was in the habit of transacting in his daily life,

The two soon stood in the yard outsido the house,
where the tremendous stature of the Demon Doctor-
towered high in the gloom above the slight figure of
the boy. making the latter look by comparison well
worthy of his nickname, “The Kid Detective.”

But small and weak as the boy appeared to be, he
took the lead in the expedition, the Demon Doctor
followin his guidance unquestioningly.

" You ave never been very far into the mine this
way. have you?“ asked Frank.

‘ To the end of it," was the reply.
back a hundred yards or so."

Frank Trenton smiled.

“ I see on don‘t know as much about it as I do,"
he said, ‘ though I havent‘t lived here for years. as
you have. See?" _

The two had walked a short distance into the
black hole. which, however, was brilliantly lighted
by an electric lamp carried by the Demon Doctor on
his bosom—the same light, by the Way, that had so
terrified Barney Driver the night boforc.

“ Now. I‘ll show on something.” continued the
boy, as, kicking 0.51 e some slate and dust in a cor-
ner, he exposed a small trap-door, with asunken
iron ring.

The trap was easily lifted, and the boy ra idly de--
scended by means of a rude ladder. closely allowed
by the Demon Doctor.

Hardly had they time to see that they stood in a
long passage, some eight feet in liight, when a burly
negro suddenly sprung from behind a w00dcn sup-
port and made a lunge at Frank Trenton wilha
murderous-looking knife.

Quick as a flash the boy drew his revolver and
fired, the bullet «triklng the kn fe and sending it.
spinning from his assailant's hand.

‘ Doctor, [am glad I carried a pistol for once in
my life," said the boy, coolly, as the negro slipped
around a corner and disappeared among the tortu-
ous windings of the mine

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CHAPTER VII.
IN AN nwxwuu) rasmcansx’r.

“WELL, be Jabers we are caught loike rats in a.
thrip. sure.“ was Mike Carroll’s exclamation, as he.
put his hands In his pockets and looked in comical
disma from one to the other.

“Ta e this rope off mel” growled Barney Driver-
to Oscar. -

” All right, boss. But who’s gwiue to watch my
man while I’m doing it?“ responded Oscar, nodding!
toward Lawrence Sinclair who was evidently ready
to take advantage of the first unwary movement on
the art of his enemies.

“ aven’t you got a knife. and can‘t you cut this
rope without taking your eyes off hnn?” asked
Barney. im atiently.

“Thrue or ez.” broke in Mike Carroll. “Cut
his rOpesl Be adl he must be as stud as a dead.
goose. I’ll lend yes a knmf‘ if yrz haven‘t wan-
Just take that ‘gun away from the. head av me.

oung man, an . I’ll take his ropes at! av him in a.
grace of shakes. ’

“ Shut your mouth I" ( ommanded Barng.

" There s ingratitood for yez,” respond the irre-
pressible Irishman, " Sure, 1—”

The colored man gave Mike a push that threw

‘ him over upon the heap of slate and rubbish, when.

he contentedly remained, with Curly 30b Standing
over him. pistol in hand. .

Two or three ragid movements of the negro‘s.
knife. and Barneyt e Blackwe"? “'35 on his feet,

With his bonds lying by his Side.

IIis first act was to step over to Mike Carroll and ‘ A

bestgw upon him a heart
.5 W! . .
Sure you’re always Shpltflnfl.’ yer shpaite on t e,
bones av me, widout any r axon.” grumbled Mike.

Barney did not condescend to answer. .

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“Why don't that door shut?" he asked, angrily,

0 Oscar. .
“Faith, I’ll shot it for yez,” interrupted Mike.
“Anythin to be agreeable. ’
Barney river gavethe Irishman a savage look,
' but did not say anything. while Oscar, handing his
revolver to Barney. climbed u to the opening, and
with a dexterous movement 0 os_ed the door, which
fastened with a spring. .
“ Be orra, you’ve shut at! all the vintilation,” ob-

served ike. “ an' the gas gives out h‘ate enough to
froye e ." i
“ ‘ll ry our head over it.if you don’t keep

(fidetfl’said arne Driver savagely. as he pulled up

i e trap and disc OSed a dark hole. up which it cur-
rent of cool air rushed with force (slough [0 dispel
all Mike Carroll‘s apprehensions co "erning lack of
ventilatbn.

“Get downherel" commanded Barne , looking
at Lawrence Sinclair, who had stood per ectly still.
since the tables had been turned on him, waiting
for an opportunity to catch Barney the Blacksheep
‘ld his men of! their guard.

“What is that place?” he asked. as he tried to
peer into the blackness of the pit.

“ Never mind. Geti'n.”

“ Does that mean murder?"

“ Perhaps."

Lawrence Sinclair made a movement as if he
would fly at Barney's throat. but the threatening
pistol in the hand of Oscar, the .negro, held him in
check, though the sarcastic grin on the face of
Driver goaded him almost to madness.

“ Now, see here.” he said, as he choked down his
resentment with a mighty effort; “what is your
object in making me a prisoner? for I suppose that

, is what you intend."
\_ “What is my olriject." repeated Barney Driver.
with a sneer. " hat‘s pretty . good from you.
What are you doing here at all? What have you
been chasmE me through the mines for to-night, and
by what rig t are you in this—this—cellar," hesita-
tlng for a s _:itable word, “ for which I pay rent, and
wh ch I use only for lawful purposes—to Work' out
an invention that I am anxious tokeep from the
world until it is properly protected in the Patent
Office?"

" Is that what you use this place for?" asked Law-
rence, innocent y. .

“Certainly it is. What else should I be doing here
in the middle of the night?" ,

“Serra. a man 0’ we knows,” put in Mike Carroll.
Stoodyin’ Ashstronomy. loikel a" _

Cur y Bob looked threateni ly at the Irishman
who was not in the least disturbed by it, how-
ever.

“ You say you are here fora lawful purpose," con-
tinuprd Lawrence Sinclair to Barney the Driver.

M es."

“Then what are you doi here with the young
lady?” inting to Lucette, w o with an expression
0f deals; fright on her face, was sitting behind
Lawrence listening intently to the conversation.

ver stammered as he tried to invent a

My
‘ lie that should suit his purpose. Then he said,

5‘. Curly Bob.,who

W

e'youn lad lost her way in the mine, and I
brought her or safet until I can take her back
to her father. He and s e were examining some
peculiar marks in a passage of it near their house.
which the Doctor t ought was gold. She became
separated from him accidentally. I happened to
meet her on my way here and hr ht her with me.
She is so excited and f hten t at she does not
hug};1 310, I am afraid," at I. am telling you the
tru . , .

‘ “And now you are holding me aprisoner to fur-
ther your owu Wicked ends.” broke hi the girl. Das-
sionhtely. “ 0h. Lawrence. save "10'"

She threw herself into the arms of the oung man.
who pressed her to his bosom passmnate y.

He felt that he would die for the helpless r1.

' ' _whooe fear of Barney the Blacksheep had impe led

her to meal aficgev—the secreth that lithe lolved tbs
oung man—w c could never ave en ( ragge
atom the wall of her maidenly reserve by any less

exigent circumstances.
“Quit that,” said Barney, perem torily. as he
stepped forward.- and seized Lucette y the arm.
th the strength and fury of a lion Lawrence
Sinclair hurled Barney across the room.

‘ He Could not bear that the Blacksheep’s sacrile-
glous touch should rest even for a second on the in-
nocent young 212‘ W110 unwittingly confessed
that she looked to her lover more than to any one

u I ’_ else in the world for'her futum imp i e

p n ss.
911"” completely by sur-

. The attack took Barney
2%; reeled against Oscar. who in turn fell over
7" Bad ’cess to ez Lawrence. What are edoom -
W your roobyish’over me for,” said MIR}; as, wi h
. k movement he tried to wrench the negro’s re.

v wer from his hand.

i . '. ‘OIcarreslsted. and in doing 80 kDOCRed Barney

Drifterhacirmt so that he slipped Dart d
the hole from wrgi’ch he had removed the trap-(13::
038 0! his legs being one nded in the Openihg,
; While the other was doubl under him on the floor
0‘ 30°37 d, 1 k eelin ‘
8‘ mt Lawrence Sinc air was n g on
' Ens fiifigagngmwmmmfielmey’ .1 I‘ll push hi
. . . it me, an m
down here. an" ‘e p '
" Bottom. howldn I; With this,muriherin nakykur
standing Over me are”; wid . goon, I‘d brea the
jaw off uv him. if it warn‘t for that!"

. ' ished to do an h hating-q, now recovered him-
‘ self and damertolgrney river’s assistance.

had otflrst been too much aston- .

 

Seizing Lawrence by the collar. he pulled him back
and threw him flat on the floor.

Before he could recover himself, Curly Bob had
helped Barney to his feet, and Lawrence Sinclair
was on his back, with Barney‘s knee on his chest and
Barney‘s clutch on his ihroat.

For one moment the rufl‘ian seemed determined to
kill Sinclair by choking him to.death. Then he
changed his mind.

He arose and beckoning to Curly Bob. the two
suddenly rolled the, young man ov r and over. and
threw him head-first down the trap into the darkness
below.

hTo Ifitwrence’ssurprise he was not much hurt by
t e fa .

So much of the soft shale and dust had accumu-
lated under the hole, that though he dropped on the
top of his head he felt hardly any shock, and beyond
a slight twisting of the neck, did not suffer any in-
convenience from what might have been, under
other circumstances, a fatal plunge.

He quickly gained his feet, and looking upward,
at the s uare atch of light outlined by the trap,
saw that e h fallen about Seven feet.

There was no ossible way of reaching the open-
ing from where 19 stood, and he tried to pierce the
gloom on way side for some avenue of escape.

“Och! Be gob, now, ye're no gintlemo , let me
tell yez. Muster Birney, to have a nnygur bustlin'
me around widout sayin’ as much as by your l‘ave,"
said, Mike Carroll’s voice, in comical indignation. as
the. opening was darkened by the form of the little
Irishman. who. with a foot planted firmly on each
side of. the hole, resisted the efforts of Oscar to
throw him down to join Lawrence Sinclair.

“Quit fooling with him,_ Oscar,” said Barney
Driver. surlily. “Pitch him in headlong if he won't
jum down.’

“ oolin’, d‘ye be callin’. it, eh? Be gob! I‘d have
yez to know that I don‘t allow no naygurs to fool
wid me, so I don‘t.”

“Get down, with you!" said Barney, savagely, at
the same time kicking Mike‘s right foot from beneath

1m.

“Faith an’ I will,’.’ said the Irishman, as he invol-
untarily obeyed the command by tumbling in a heap
by the side of Lawrence on the pile of rubbish.

“ Well, I guess you’re down now," said Barney.

“ Indade an‘ I am. Good avenin", Barney. Tell
the b’yes at the Star Mill that I’ll have to lay oi! the
day. I’m goin‘ to a picnic wid me fri‘nd, Mr.
Sunclalr, and be the same token—"

Crash fell the trapdoor. and Mike Carroll and
Lawrence Sinclair found themselves in an Egyptian-
like darkness.

“This is a pretty fix we’re in," said Lawrence. as
he clinched his lists in impotent razc, " and to think
of Lu—Miss Le Fevre—beiiig in the power of that
Villain. Oh! I shall go out of my mind, I believe,”
he. added, in agony.

“ A murtherin‘ vill’in. so he is.” said Mike, “ but. I
don’t belave as he’ll harrum the you leddy. It’s
a koind of a blackmailin' scheme. r. Sunclair—'
that‘s phwat it is, an‘ be jabers, we‘ll eucher him at
that, an' don’t yez forgit it.”

The good-natured little Irishman felt in the dark-
ness until he faund his companion‘s hands. Then
he shook it with such a hearty clasp that Lawrence
Sinclairfelt comforted by it, in spite of himself.

“ Mike, you are a good fellow."

“Thank ye, Muster Sunclair. for the good char-
ackter yez be glvin’ .me. but I’m too fond of a thaste
of the whisky to be very good, an’ it’s meself as

knows it."

"‘ Listen." said Lawrence. “What are they doing
up there i”

“Serra a wan uv me knows. What d‘ye think
the beat?"

" thought I heard them taking that‘bar down
from the door.‘ It makes a peculiar noise when it is
moved. I noticed that when Iwas up there." re-
turned Lawrence.

“ That shows what a moighty foine thing eddica-

tion is. Sure. on, noticed all them things because
you1 thave boo -larnin', an‘, be gob. I belave you’re

1 “like Carroll listened intently. Then he burst
o :
“Yis. sure enou h. They're all oin’ to 't out.
There. listen to t at. will yez?" asgthe sougzi of a
slamming door reached the prisoners in their dark
prison.

“ What do you make of that, Mike?"
:‘Phwat do I make of it?“

“Phwhy, us: this. I belaVe the ‘re goin' to take
that young eddy away t l some e place. phwere
they can keep her out of soight, d' e moind. and
where lpeo le ain’t as loike to her. as they
would e ii): the nioines. an that the?ll 193" “3
to foind our way out the best we we can., There‘s
my vardict, gintleinen of the ury. An yez can
make the most uv it.“ ,

Mike evidentl considered that he had distin-
guished himself y a flow of oratory. and he waited
for Lawrence tospeak before he said anything
more.

The young man remained silent for at least half a
minute. Then he quietly “liked Mike if he had a
match in his cket.
tea Dams,“ 11 go through the clothes uv me an’

ez.
e fumbled in his DOCkets, talking in his charac.
teristic way all the t e.

An ther loud cra h was heard in the room shave.
and» there was the scumlng of feet, as of some-
bodfimnvlng ab' ut on he trap-door.

“ owly Moses, pha ’s goin’ on? That must be
some wan else ooomin’." .

“Hush!” said Lawrence, listening intently. “I

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can hear the voices of two people.
the other is soft. It‘s— By heavens!
Doctor and the b0 . Frank Trenton l“

“ You’re roightl ’ said Mike, excitedly, as he, too,
tried to catch the Words of the unseen persons
above them. “ Hallol Hallo! Whoop!” he yelled
at the top of his voice.

The people in the room ceased speaking. They
had heard the cries, but could not determme from
whence they came.

“ Where are you i" sounded Frank Trenton‘s voice
in the distance.

“ Here! Here!” returned Lawrence

“Father! Father! Help!”

It was Lucette's voice, and it came apparently
from some rtion of the mine on the same level as
Sinclair an the Irishman.

Lawrence Sinclair started and fell against Mike in
his excitement.

" Pliwat ar’ yez goin‘ to do?"

“I Con’t know. But I must get out
somehow. Haven’t you got a match?"

“ Sorra a wan.”

“Father! Father!”

“It it her v ice! Where can she he?" cried Law
renew, excitedly. “ And I as helpless as a baby!"

“ Father! Father!" for the third time.

“My child!" said the Demon Doctor.

Again the sound of the bar and bolts, a few hasty
steps. and all was silent above the young man and
his companion.

“ Heaven help them to find her!" said Lawrence
Sinclair, fervently. “ even if we never get out of this
fearful hole alive." '

“But: be gob! we wull git out alive. Mr. Sinclair,"
said Mike. “So yez can make up your moind to
that, avourneenl”

One is deep and
The Demon

Sinclair.

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CHAPTER VIII.
A TERRIBLE CHARGE.

Tun morning after the eventful night, that had
witnessed the abduction of Lucette aid the impris-
onirdient of Lawrence Sinclair, broke light, sunny and
mi . .

Tho h the month of December was nearl a
week 0 (1. there had not yet been any severe wont er,
and ople were still wearinz light clothing and
stan ing on street corners, as is the custom of Pitts-
bu ers whenever the temperature permits.

e three beautiful rivers that environ the city,
were rippling like silver and gold in the sunli ht,
while in the trees that fringe the Ohio just be ow
the gloomy mills and warehouses. a few birds that
had overstaid their time from the South. were twit.
tvel'illg their surprise at the lingering of autumn into
the last month of the year.

Lucette Le Fevre heard the birds when she awoke
from afevered sleep and tried to think where she

was.

The light streamed in through a small window
barred with iron, and curtained with a square of
muslin close to her head, while the rippling of water
just outside. indicated that she was near the river.

She was lying on a small cot-bed on a sort of shelf
against the wooden wall. and one comprehensive
glance around her convinced the girl that she was in
a boat, in a small cabin.

Besides the cot, or bunk. in which she lay. the
ainst the opposite
wa l, a dilapidated chair, and a ow wooden stool.
A few theatrical lithogra hs were tacked on the
galls, and were the only a empts at decoration to

seen.

"The boat was quite still. unless, indeed. it was
moving very. very smoothly. .

For a few moments-the girl struggled hand to re-
member how she had been brought to this place,
that. though basking in the broad s: nshine. was too
evidently as much her prison as the gloom under-
ground chamber in the heart of Mount Was ington.

It was useless t') try and think.

Her recollection carried her back only to the mo-
ment when she was led through the noorwa from
the secret room of the mine, with Barney river‘s
powerful hand on her ann._e.nd the colored man
and Curl Bob, each carrying a small bull‘s-eye
lantern, ollowing. ’

She had a hazy idea that she cried for her father
to assist her, and she almost fancied that she had
heard his voice answering. This she dismissed, how-
ever. as n thing more than a hallucination induced
by the ex tement through which she had passed.

Lucette stepped to the window, drew aside the
curtain and looked out.

The river lay before her with steamers and blames

sing and repassing. while across 0n the o - or

k the city. of Allegheny stretched in reguhu‘
blocks of buildinrs and terraced hills.

The craft in which she was confined was a shorty-
boat—one of those half-cabin, half-ferryboats that
are stretched along the shores of the south side from
one end of the city to the other. .

The lawless character of most of their occupants
are well-known, and an occasional raid upon hem
bv the police, resulting in the arrest Vof several and
the rebiiking of Others. in t? e only thing that makes
their existence tolerated 8" 11"-

Lucette had heard enough of these shanty-boats
to know that it was possible to use them as prison!
from which there-was little hope of escape. .

There was a small. narrow door, at one end of the
diminutive cabin. slopinz. as doors so ofien do on a
ship orthoat, to accommodate itself to the “_ inn ” of
the era t.

The girl turned the wooden knob and tried to
open the door. '

To her surpfis". it yielded, and she passed through
the doorwamto ahother room larger 'than that in
which she, Slept, and whic was in darkness

  

  
 

 
 
    
 

  

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save for the light that streamed through the doorway
from her own room.

“ Well. what do you want?" asked the gruff voice
of Barney Driver.

Lucette started and moved a step toward the
cabin she had just left.

Then she looked back and saw a man 1 ing on a
rude bench, whom even in the semi~dar mom she
reco ized as Barney Driver.

" ow, don’t commence to ask me why I am keep-
ing you here. and what I intend to do with on, be-
cause you won’t get any answer that will’satisfy

on, and it will only make me mad." said Barney the

lacksheep, as he sat up on his bench and glared at
LuCette.

“ Don't talk to her like that, Barney, dear. You
frighten the child,” said a timid voice, and Lucette
involuntaril looked toward the corner from which
it proceeded. _

Her eyes had become somewhat accustomed to
the gloom, and she managed to discern a moving
something that might have been a big dog, for any-
thing she could tell.

“ Shut up!" was Barney’s reply to the timid voice.
“ When I want yaw advice I vvillask for it. Open the
shutter and get some breakfast. I’ve got work to
do to-uight.”

The something in the corner came forth, and Lu-
cette saw that it was a woman in a ragged calico
dress.

The woman opened a wooden shutter at a window
{Mfr Barney Driver’s head, and let in a flood of
ig it.

As she paused for an instant in front of the win-
dow, with the sun full in her face, the woman stood
revealed as a pale, delicate girl, not much older
than Lucette herself.

“ Now, then hurry up there.” growled Barney,
“ and get breakfast. or I ll find a way to make you.”

The girl heaved a sigh that went straight to Lu-
cette’s sympathetic heart.

Sadly she went about her work. kindling a fire in
a ucer little stove, with scraps of wood that had
eVidenlly drifted down the river, and preparing
coffee for the meal for her lord.

For this poor youn girl. with the pale, wan face
and the rag ed calico ress. was the devoted wife of
Barney the lacksheep.

The man eyed her sulkily but keenly, as she
moved about the li'tle cabin. and once. when she
went close to Lucette, as if to speak to her, he hurl-
ed one of his heavy hob-nailed shoes, that he wore in
the mill, full in her face.

She put up her hand quickly and caught it on her
wrist. a great red lump, that would soon turn black,
rising angrily on her slender arm.

Lucette‘s eyes flashed fire as she saw the brutal
act, but the young wife, with a gesture that indicat-
ed that she was used to such performances, only
said. quietly:

"There was no need for that, Barney. I was not
going to do any harm.“

" I don’t know about that," was the reply. “I
don‘t trust you very much. Just keep away from
that girl for the present. I shall want you to talk to
her presi-ntly. perhaps. but not now."

Lucette had gone into her own cabin and shut the
door. She felt as if she could not hear the loath-
some presence of the uncouth fellow who had so
strangely become her jailer.

She sat down on the broken chair and tried to look
her situation in the face.

She understood thoroughly what purpose Barney
Driver had in making her prisoner. The secret he
had, or pretended to have, he was determined to
sell to her father, and he intended to consummate
the bargain by making her liberty part of the con-
Eiideration for the money he hoped to extort from

in.

That he should never accomplish his pur se she
was determined. She would escape fromh s clutch-
es somehow, and he should pay the penalt of his
misdeeds scoording to the provisions of the aw.

“ Come in and have some breakfast," said Barney
Driver‘s gruff voice outside the door.

She knew that she would need all her stren th,
and therefore accepted the invitation, dislastefu as
it was. Bread and butter, eggs and coffee constitut-
ed the meal.

Barney Driver ate his portion in silence but keep-
ing a wary eye on his wife and Lucette all the. while,
and scow ing savagel at the former occasionally,
apparently frOm Sim 8 force of habit.

As soon as she hl satisfied her hunger, Lucette
returned to her room.

sion. ‘

Even if it were possible to get through the window
she would only drop into the river. She did not
know how deep it might be, though she knew the

v‘ shanty-boat was, like all its neighbors, moored close

to the wharf.

She took out her watch. which she had fortunately
wound up the night before, and to her surprise saw
that it was twelve o‘clock.

All the morning had passed while she had been

asleep.

She sat still for some time, paying no attention to
the movements of the two persons in the next room,
when she was startled by a soft knock at the door,
and the voice of Barney Driver’s young wife, asking
if she might come in.

Lucette, for answer. threw open the door.

“ I hope you won’t blame me," said the poor crea.
ture. ‘ I can’t help it. Barns does not consult me
about his business. He broug t on here last night,
and told me I was to take 0 're 0 you, and not to let
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“The wretchl" said Lucette, indignantly. Then,
when she saw the look of pain on the face of her
com anion, she was sorry hat she had permitted
her eelings to gain the better of her.

He was this poor woman’s husband, after all.

“ Has he one out?" asked Lucette.

“Yes. e sayshe has business to attend to, and
he will not be home till late. I don’t know what
business he can have, when he is not at work at the
mill, and he has not been there to-day."

" (that is your name i" asked Lucette, suddenly.

l6 ‘ ara')’

“A pretty namel Clara. will you help me?"

“ In what way? Don’t ask me to let you go. Bar-
ney would kill me."

“ That’s what I was going to ask you. But, never
mind. I won’t say any more about it. But—could
you not deliver a message for me?"

The woman hesitated.

“ It would not take you very long," suggested Lu-
cette. "It is 0111 to go to m father and tell him
that I am safe. e lives on ll ount Washington."

“ And have him bring the police down on Harney?
Oh, no. I know Barney is not good to me. but I
couldn’t get him into trouble, so don’t ask me. I
have taken a fancy to you, and I’ll do my best to
keep on from harm; but I can’t do anything to
hurt arney.“

" Very well. Clara,” said Lucette, resi nedly. “I
suppose, if I am a prisoner. I can have t e privilege
of being by myself ‘3"

Clara looked hurt at this very strong hint. blit
retired without a word, shutting the door behind

her.

Lucette felt sorry for the girl, but did not regret
the fact that she had gone away.

Some means of escape must be devised promptly,
and Lucette realized that she could not ex ect any
assistance'from the wife of Barney Driver, adly as
he evidently treated her.

She shoo the bars of the. window, but they were
immovable. She Could never get out that way.

She thought of the door; but it led only into the
outer room, where Barney’s wife, Clara, was mak-
ing the place as tidy as she could.

>uddenly a thou ht struck her from which her
gentle nature recoi ed instinctively.

“ No, I could not do that." she murmured. “And
yet, perhaps it is my only chance."

She walked up and down, thinking—thinking.

Then she tossed her head with an air of resolve.
She had the means of escape in her pocket, and the
time had arr ived wheh she must use it.

She had always taken a deep interest in the
studies of her father, and had learned from him the
uses and effects of many potent drugs, as well as
many of the ossibilities of electricity.

She drew rom her pocket a small bottle, filled
with a colorless liquid.

“ Yes, here it is. A strange chance that I should
have sli ped it in my pocket yesterday. I will use
it. and hope it will enable me to get out of this ter-
rible redicament."

“ C ara,” she called.

“Yes,” said the young wife, as she opened the
door and came in.

“ Will you give me a glass of water?”

“ Certainly,” said Clara, apparently pleased to be
asked for anything.

In another minu e she had filled a glass from a
pail of water and handed it to Lucette.

The latter sip ed it, and then, unseen by Clara,
ploured the con ents of the little bottle into the
g as i.

“ Clara. do you think this water is good?" she
said. holding out the glass,

“ Yes, I think so.”

“ Taste it."

“ Certainly.

Clara took a draught of the water, and Lucette.
who had anticipated the effect, caught the girl in
her arms as she staggered forward unconscious.

“It seems terrible,” murmured Lucette, “but it
was my only course. Poor girll She will awake in
about an hour as well as ever, I know, but still I feel
almost like a murderess."

She laid Clara on the cot-bed and then hastily
sought a means of exit. '

Ah here was thl‘ door. but of stout wood and
carefully bolted and locked

The bolts she easily slid back, but the large lock
still opposed her.

Where was the key?

She did not stop to ask herself the question more

1 than once. but oin into the other room, sea‘ 1,
She stood at the barredwindOW, revolving plans of j 8 8 1c ed
escape, but Without arriving at any definite comm. I

5 and looking up saw that a man with a big

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through the clothing of the inanimate Clara, who
lay like a corpse on the small cot-bed.

She soon found the great brass key, and returned
With it triumphantly to the outer door.

Delicate as she was, Lucette could be brave and
determined when thrown u n her Own resources.

The brass key turned wit difficulty. but she man-
aged to move it, and the next instant the door
swung open and she stood on a small deck or plat-
form outside the cabin.

A flank-glank stretched from the deck to a coal
barge, an from thence another plank led to the
muddy shore.

LuCette put her foot on the first Plank With an
elated feeling, as she thought how soon she would
be home, perhaps without her father being even
aware of her absence, when she felt the plank shake.

beard and
an air of good-natured determination was coming
toward her.

“ Stay there." he commanded. “I want to go
through that boat of yours." '

“ Mine-it is not mine,” said Lucette, hardly know-
ing what she was saving.

“ That's all right,” said the man, with a knowing

 

smile. “Of course it isn't yours. I know you
shanty-boat poo le. You can’t fool me. Let me
get past you. ere is some property somewhere
that I want to find, and I am gOing through this
place of {ours first thing,"

He pus ed past Lucette into the inner room.

Almost before the girl realized her situation the
man came out again, fastened a pair of handcufls
on her wrists, and exclaimed:

“ I am a detective, and l arrest you on a charge of
murder!“

" Murder?” shrieked Lucette, and she fell at his
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CHAPTER IX.
m casmna’s osmost-roa mm.

WHEN Barney Driver left hisshanty-boat home,
after eating his breakfast and gileng his wife strict
orders to guard the prisoner Vigilantly until his re—
turn, he crossed the river by way of the two bridges;
that s an the head-waters of the Ohio. "

As e crossed be continually looked back suspi-
ciously at the. boat. as if to watch that his orders
were not disobeyed by the feeble young girl who, a
short year ago, had joined her fate to his. and never
resented the brutal treatment that was her portion
every day.

He walked through several streets in Allegheny
City until he reached the tracks of the Fort Wayne
Railroad.

He had changed his dress somewhat. and new
wore a fur cap, with a peak; a short sack coat, With
cupacious pockets ll’lSlde and out; while on his feet
were light, well-made shoes, in which he would be
able to run easily, if necessary.

He walked slowly along the track, but as one
with a purpose in view. He did not hurry, because
the place he was gomg to was near enough for him
to reach before dark. had he desired it.

But he did not desire it. Night was the time dur-
ing which he must awomplisli the business of which
he had spoken vaguely to his wife. and he could
walk leisurely along. as he was doing, and still
have several hours to spare when he reached his
destination.

He lanced carelessly at the Ohio running merrily
along y his side, and noted that the waters of La
Belle Riviere were pretty high.

Occasionally his gaze wandered to the verdure-
crowned rocks on the other Side of the track, and
he wondered which way he would run if he found
himself suddenly beset by the police—his natural
enemies for years past.

More. often however he. did not think of anything
save the job he had in hand, and the scheme e was
trying to bring to a successful issue with the Demon
Doctor.

“ Let me get throu h this night‘s work safely and
sell that secret to 01 Le Fevre,” be thought. "and
I’ll quit crooked business for good. I’m getting
tired of bein hunted down by the cops all the
time. and I s ould like to lead a quiet life if I had
enough money to keep the pot boiling. I shall have
enough, too, if my plans work all right this time.”

Barney Driver was like most wrongdoers. always
making up his mind to reform after he had com-
mitted one more sin.

He walked slowly down the track of the Fort
Wa ne road until, when it was quiie dark, the roar
of t e water at Davis Island Dam fell upon his ear.

“ Here we are," he 11 uttered, “several hours
ahead of time. I wonder if those fellows are there

et.

He plodded on until at last he stood on the edge
of the lock—the largest in the world—at Davis
Island Dam. '

The water was rushin ov_er the Wickets, looking
in the moonlight like anclng Silver, Everything
else about the place was as silent as the grave. .

“The moon will be down 'In about two hours.
Oscar and Curly wouldn’t l?€"llkely to show thim-
selves in this light. I'll Walt.

He walked back. crossed the railroad track. and
ascended the winding road. overshadowed by im-
mense hemlocks and oaks. that lead to the small.
but aristocratic borough of Bellevue. on the

s.

‘I ma as well look around." he thought. “and
see that everythlnfi‘ls all right. Besides, there is
the dog to be fixed.

The road, which on one side was bounded by 8
sloping bank. thickly OVergrown with blackberry
bushes and prickly shrubbery. while the other was
a deep chasm, With a inning to protect the wooden
sidewalk, led up to a small bridge across the gorge,
that gave access to the grounds of the stately man.

sion.

“Ah! there‘s the place," said Barney. “And a
mikhty nice place it is. It is almost a pleasure to
be 80ml! t0 work a high-toned house like this. It is
‘00 good for the cashier of a bank, seems to
me. But I’ll relieve him of a little of the bankv.
hard-earned wealth to-niizht if I have. luCk, and per-
haps he won’t feel quite so but after it.“

He crossed the wooden bridge and Walked through
the park that surrounded the little eminence upon
which stood the house.

He reached a small elude Surrounded by large-
spreading maple trees- and paused for breath.

A large white bulldog came bounding through the
trees. with its white teeth glistening dangerously in
the moonlight.

Without uttering a sound, it sprung savagely at
Barney Driver

A uick movement (‘nqlflad Bamev to avoid the
attac .an‘l “39'1"3 S'Panke thing happened. The
man waved his hand two or three times as the dog
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mal remained stiffened in the attitude he had
.p'ssumed, entirely ceasing belligerent demonstra-
‘ ions.

“ Poor fellowi" said Barney. soothingly. “ Poor
fellowi You don‘t want to jump on me. after all,
do on?" _ _

he dog wagged his tail feebly, while his eyes fol-
lowed Barney river’s every movement.

The latter chuckled softly, as he took a paper bag
from his pocket and opened it.

" You bet. I haven’t owned ahundred dogs in my
life without knowing how to cool them ofl," he mut-
tered. “That little wave of the hand. with some-
thing in it that dogs can never resist, has saved me
from a mangling more than once.”

He took from the paper a iece of meat and gave
it to the do . who devoured it greedily.

“Good. 0 d fellow, eh i" said Barney, as he coolly
turned away and walked toward the house.

He knew that there was 'enou h poison in the
meat to kill the animal within a ew minutes and

, 'he did not care to stay and watch his dying

agonies.

“I never could bear to see animals suffer, any-
how," he said to himSelf. “I’d rather see a man
poisoned, any day; but I‘m obliged to do this in the
wa of business.

‘ Yes, they look very comfortable in there,“ he
said. ten minutes later, as he stool on the lawn look-
ing through a Window into the library of the man he
intended to rob. I

It was a large, handsomelyfurnlshed room, with
a book-case on one side of the rolim, and a bright
fire throwing a cheerful glow over the rich uphol-
stered chairs and sofas scattered carelessly around.

Inalarge easy-chair, iii front of the fire. sat an
elderly, glrlllll‘lllilnly—li)0klll§:‘ man, while at his feet
two kittens gamboleri on the hearth-rug.

Barney Driver noted all this at the first glance.

But something else engaged his attention more
particularly—something that w 4s the goal of the
expedition ill which he was about to risk his life
perhaps.

it wasan iron vault. built into the wall. and se—
cured w1tlia time-lock as Well as by an ordinary
safe letter-lock.

The blind at the window had been ulled down,
but there was a gap at the sidc- tliroug which Bar-
ile had a full view of the room and its contents.

he moon had gone down, and it was quite dark
on the lawn outside the house.

Even if there should be any one else in the
grounds they would not be likely to see Barney Dri-
ver, as he stood close in the shadow of the build-

ing.

The gentleman inside sat at the table in his easy-
cllair, intent on his papers, which he was reading
and from which he occasionally made entries in a
large strongly bound account book.

He was evidently making up, in the privacy of
his own home, for time lost in the day, or else was
compelled to work after hours to keep even with
his regular task.

He was one of the largest stockholders in the bank.
being practically its owner, as well as cashier, and
could therefore arrange his hours of work, to a
large extent, to suit himself.

Utterly unconsCious of the lurking desperado, out-
side the window. the gentleman leisurely turned
over his papers and 'lIOIed figures in the big book.

The. room was a plcuu‘e 0‘ (inlet comfort.

“ Now that vault has got to be fixed somehow be-
fore the old man [3068 [0 bed- If he sets that time-
lock himself, it will be a deuce of a job to get it
open, because he will put it for eight or nine o clock
in the morning, sure. and l want to get into it not
later than one.” muttered Barney. “ If I had
known there was a time-lock on it I would have had
it attended to before." .

He knitted his brows as he tried to decide in what
way he should overcome this obstacle in the way of
the robbery he contem lated.

“The old man probably 0 ens that door at the
same time every mornin . hese bank fellows al-
ways work on a s stem, ike clocks. I know them."

Barney stop
himself to a rather neat joke.

“I know them like a book. I have had dealings
with banks before.”_

He chuckled again. The joke was really very
rich. .

Then he resumed his Observations of the interior
of the room and tried t0 think out a plan for the ac-
com lishment of his intentions.

" must set at Phat “me‘bck. and guickly, too. or
the old rooster Will close the door an I shall have
several hours’ dangerous work to get it open.”

The vault door was partliy Open. though from
where he stood, Barney coul not see inside,

The door of the roomf leadln as he knew, into
the hall, was within two eat of t e vault.

“1r 1 could open that dpor a few inches. I believe
I could slip through and into the vault without the
old fellow seem me," muttered Barney.

He saw that t e cashier, as he 5'“ in his easy-
chair, intent upon his papers, had his back toward
the vault.

If the room door could be Opened Silent”. how
easy it would be to slip into the vault and turn the
hands of the time-lock so that the door WOUId BWlng
open “at midnight instead of eight o‘clock in the
morning!

" I’ll try it." said Barney, desperately. “and if the
worst comes. why—"

He did not finish the sentence, but drew from a
sheath hidden under his coat a long, gleaming
knife, and touched its sharp int significantly.

He replaced the knife. and min from an inside
pocket 9. pair 0f h ht rubber overs oes, quickly put
them on over the s oes he wore.

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“Now, I am ready; and, Mr. Bank Cashier, look
out for me, because i am coming."

He tried the window softly.

“ By Jupiter! The window is unfastened. That’s
funny. I could slide in this way if Ididn‘t think the
other was the safest."

He stole around the house, carefully making
not a rustle among the light shrubbe that arose
in clumps in a ghostly fas ion here an there.

A flight of stone steps led up to the main door of
the mansion, while a veranda extended along the
whole front.

To run lightly up the steps and stand on the ve-
randa was the work of a moment.

The room in which sat the owner was in the cor-
tier of the mansion. and had another window look-
ing on the veranda. This window, however, was
closely shuttered.

“If I’d been him, I’d have fastened the other
window, too. But of course he knows his own busi-
ness," chuckled Barney Driver, as he tried the
from door and found it fastened with lock and
be ts.

He looked carefully up and down the veranda and
as far into the grounds as he could.

Nothing was to be seen save the tall trees stand-
ing sentinel-like here and there and the shrubbery
and grass nestli at his feet around the home.

“ It must be Iilfilout eleven o’clock," he thought,
“ and I suppose (‘urly and Oscar are waiting for me
with the boat. If I don‘t hurry this job will slip
through, sure. I’ve got to fix the vault, then get
back to tell Curly, and then come back here with
him and work the vault for that money. unless the
old fellow should have left it where I can pick it up
easily."

He produced from one of his capacious pockets
three or four skeleton keys on a small iron ring, and
examined them, as he pursued his reflections:

“ A hundred thousand dollars, ell? That. with
_my other stuff, will fix me for life. In that iron box
in the small safe in the right-. and corner at the
back of the vault. ’Uin!"

. He selected one of the skeleton keys and placed
it in the lock. One wrench, and the lock was over-
come.

“ So far, so good. NOW for the bolts."

He ocketed the skeleton keys and drew out a
steel instrument, which he applied to the bolt
through the crack of the door.

A dextrous movement and the big door was open.

He steppud swiftly inside, closed the door and
dro mod on his knees behind the hat-rack while he

mat e n his mind as to his next proceeding.
" No ear of that money being left out. It will he
in the iron box. ill its regular place. But that

won’t trouble me much if I can get the time-lock
ill good shape," he said to himself. “ Well, every
thing seems quiet here. I guess it‘s safe to go
ahead.”

He crawled out from his hiding-place and turned
out the oil lamp that threw a feeble glimmer over
the hall.

Then he walked on tip-toe to the door of the
room in which the cashier sat, wholly unconscious
of danger.

The servants had all gone to bed, in another part
of the house, and the old gen'leman was just finish-
ing u some complicated accounts before he. too,
retiret for the night.

With practiced hand, Barney Driver noiselessly
turned t ie handle of the door.

The old gentleman calmly worked on.

Barne pushed the door open a little way and
looked t rough the chink into the room.

Still wider went the door, and Barney Driver was
inside the room.

Still the cashier. bending over his papers. Was
utterly unaware that he was not alone, save for the
kittens sleeping at his feet.

Another moment and Barney was in the vault.

He looked around searchingly for the iron box
in which was deposited the large sum that he knew
was in the house, but it was not to be seen. It was
safely locked in the stron small safe let into the
stonework of the vault. in t e corner.

“ Now for the time-lock!"

The small clock-dial, by which the lock of the
vault was so regulated that the door would swing
open at the exact time marked. faced Barney 0n the
ll’lSlde of the heavy door.

The hands pointed to ten minutes past eight.

at that hour in the morning the door would open
of itself after being ClOSt‘d by its spring-lock the
night before. At least the lock would fly back,
though the door could not actually open until the.
regular safe letter-lock combination had been turned
by some one knowing the set of letters to beapplied.

“ Ten minutes past eight." muttered Barney. “ A
little too late to suit me. I‘ll Just take the liberty of
putting your clock back. Mr- Casmefi"

He moved the hands until the clock-face showed
half- ast twelve.

“ ere, that’s all right. Theold man will never
look at the clock. He knows it s set at ten minutes
past eight. and he’ll 1118‘ Shut the door as usual,
when he goes to bed.“ ,
hi'I‘huis thinking. Barney Drive? Prepared to make

s ex t.

Softly he stole from behind the docr of the vault.

The cashier was Sitting back in his chair. looking
dreamli at the fire. He had finished his work for
the nig t, and was enJOYmg a few minutes of quiet

' before retiring.

Barney Driver nodded his head with satisfaction
gzohe stepped across the space between the two
rs.
His foot can ht in a rug and he fell forward
the door of '1): room with a loud cmsh. again“
The cashier started to his feet, and seizing a heavy

 

51:88 pa r-weight. hurled it with all his force at
rney river‘s he .

The latter ducked, and the paper-weight struck
the door.

The next instant. Barney had the old man by the
throat and was holding him down on the hearth-m ,
while he felt in his pocket for a small piece of 'woo ,
with two pieces of string attached, With which he
intended to lag his victim.

Barney Driver did not believe in murder, except as
a last resort.

“ Saya word and I‘ll bury my knife in your heart,”
he hissed in the cashier’s ear.

The old gentleman striig led violently, biit Barney
Driver’s strength was muc more than a match for
his own, and he was giving himself up, when a flash
of intensely powerful light made the lamp in the
room look dim by comparison, and Barney was

ulled from the rostrate form of the cashier and
urled with resist ess force to the-other side of the
room.

Barney gave a howl of dismay and horror as he
saw the Demon Doctor stop to assist the cashier to
his feet, and then, without stopping to wonder how
this mysterious being had arrived so opportunely,
the would-be burglar dashed from the house at
the top of his speed.

CHAPTER X.
A CLIMB AND A SLIP.

WE must now return to Lawrence Sinclair and
Mike Carroll, whom we left in the dark hole under
the room in the mine in which Barney Driver had
imprisoned LiiCette.

“ Be gobi Mr. Sunclair. We are all alone here, an‘
be the powers. it’s darker than purgatory. Haven’t
ye got a match?"

“ Not one, Mike. We must get out of here without
a light, if we get out at all. "’

“Widout a loi ht. Yis, an’ widout a loife, too,
I’m a-tllinkin‘, iin ess we git out in a gintlemanly
way retty soon. Sure ye’ll not be a shtayin’ in
here 1longer than ye kin help,l should think, wid
yer swateheart in thl‘ouble, a-askin’ for yez, wull
yez, Mr. Sunclair?”

Lawrence clinched his hands as he thought of
Lucette in the power of Barney Driver, and replied:

“ No, Mike. liy heavens! we w #1 get out of this,
and quickly. too. We must find some means to
reach that trap.”

“ It’s pretty hoigh," said Mike.

1“It ix pretty high," acquiesced Lawrence Sin(
0 air.

“ Ow!“ grunted Mike, as he tumbled over a heap
of rubbish and grazed his nose on a piece of broken
s ate.

“ What’s the trouble, Mike?”

“Och. nothin’. Sure a mon must 6
over himself in a murtllerin' place
grumbled Mike.

"Say, Mike.”

“ Well?“

“ I have it.”

“ You have? Then I wish yez ’u’d give it to me. "

“ 1 have hit on a way to 1get at that trap.”

“What is it?" grunted like, who was cautiously
feeling the sore spot on his nose and was not dis-
posed to be very enthusiastic upon any other sub-
ject.

“ Come here.“

“Faith; how can I kim to yez, whin Ican’t see
where ye be?“

in spite of his professed inability to find his com-

anion, Mike managed to step up to him guided by

is votce.

Lawrence seized his hand.

“Look up, Mike. You see those chinks over our
Ileads where the light shines through. That's the

ra . ‘

“ Well, I know it."

“Now. if I lift you on my shoulders, don‘t you
think you could reach it?"

Mike Carroll slapped his thigh in his admiration
of Lawrence Sinclair’s idea.

" He go'o. Mr. Sunclair. you‘ve shtruck it. Av
coorsel kin r'ache it from the shoulders uv yez.
Let me cloimb up.” ‘

Lawrence helped the little Irishman, who was as
active as a cat, to his shoulders.

“Steady, Mike. Can you reach it. kneeling?"

“ Divil a r‘achei. I‘ll have to shtand on yer shoul-
ders. Shtand shtill, an’ I’ll soon be u .”

Lawrence braCed himself firmly, an Mike Carroll,
who never thou ht of danger, when thoroughl in-
terested in anyt .lng, stood lip with a foot on eac of
Lawrence Sinclair’s shoulders, and reached for the

t to fall
oike this,“

trap.

“ Be jabers. I’ve got it. Mr. Sinclair. Shtand flrrum
whoile I push up the thrap."

He exerted all his strength, for the trap was a
very heavy one, and pushed.

“Steady. Mike. It‘s hard to keep 3’91} balanced
when you push that way. Is the tra glvmg ?"

“Faith, an‘ it is," puffed Mike. but it goes al-
moighty shtifi' " ,

HP gave another push With all his strength and the
trap went tip about six inches. letting a flood of light
into the subterranean dungeon in which they were.

“ Hurrool" cried Mike, 88 forgetting where he
stood. he attempted *9 perform a war—donor: of "F
um h on Lawrence Sinclair‘s shoulders.

T e result may be imagined.

Lawrence piit up his hands quickly to try and pre-
vent the inevitable catastrophe, but in vain.

Mike pawed Wildly at the air as the trap Ml with
a crash. and then came tumbling headlong from his
companion‘s shoulders.

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‘ Be ob. Ithink as we’ll be standing on top of the

“Where are you?” asked Lawrence, as he felt
around for his prostrate companion,

There was a great noise on the ground, a little dis-
tance awa , like a quantity of rubbish dropping down
awell, an Mike’s voice, still uttering wads of an-
guish, became muffled.

“Ow, Mr. Sinclair, be keerful. Sure I’m down a
pit‘akmiltlio‘n fate dupe l" howled Mike Oarroll.
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“Yis: inoind yerself, or ye’ll be intil it, too. Good-
by, Mr. Sinclair; ye’ll nivir see poor Moik again. I’m
it it, and me corpse is phere the b’yes kin never
howld a wake over it. Och, wurroo, wurrool"

“ Don’t talk nonsense, Mike. You’re worth a dozen
corpses yet, and you‘ll et as good a wake as you
con ;1 desire when you 0 die. Vhere the deuce are
you n

"Sorra a wan 0' me knows, except that it’s in a
moighty (lamp place that i am."

Lawrence crawled carefull alo until he reach-
ed the edge of ,the pit that Mike dec ared was a mil-
lion feet deep.

He understood it at once.

It was a shaft sunk from one level to another to
save boring through several hundred yards of solid
earth from the main shaft.

Like eVery other part of the worked-out mine it
was half full of rubbish, and was. moreover, wet
from a spring that had found its way there from
above.

" Are you hurt!” asked Lawrence.

“ Well, now. be Jabers, I don’t belave I‘m damaged
at all, at all. barring the scratch on the ind 0’ me
nose that I 0t before," returned Mike, “ but I’m
get and cowl , and it’s as dark as the mischief down

ere.

“ So it is up here. for that matter," said Latvrence.
“ Look out I’m coming down "

“ The saints pilrtect yezl " was Mike Carroll's de-
vout ad‘uration.

The s aft had been bracld with cross-pieces of
scantling as well as planks against the wa 1.

On these pieces of scaiitling, Lawrence easily
made liis‘way down the shaft, stepping from one to
the other, and clinging to chinks betWeen the boards
on the walls.

In a few seconds he stood in a ponl of water at the
bottom of the shaft, by the side of Mike Carroll.

As soon as he reached the spot. he looked around
him in every direction, and started with a thrill of
joy as he said:

" See, Mike, we are in along passage, and, as sure
as We are alive, I can see a faint glimmer of light in
the distance."

“ Well, I ain‘t quite ure that I am aloive, but I be
lave I kin see the loight."

Without another word. the two plodded through
the water and rubbish in the direction of the fceb e
glimmer that was to them indeed a star of hope.

The road was a rough one, but they did not notice
thatas they moved sw1ftly along, over heaps of rub-
bish, scattered bowlders, masses of slate, and other
obstructions that met them at eyerv step.

“ Moighty strange thing that light don’t it an
big r ' said Mike. “ We are nearly up toi , an’ t
loo s inst as shmall as it did at first." .

"It is strange," said Lawrence, as his heart beat
faster with an apprehension thatperliaps after all.
the opening through which the bless daylight
slgone l:night not be large enough for them to get
t r0 .

Hgigrmreased his pace to a run closely followed by

ike.

The light still glimmered feebly.

Half a dozen yards. and the two stood by an open-
lug big enough to get through, certainly, but that
di not lead into the open air.

“ We have onl found our way toanother prison,"
said Lawrence inclair, despondently.

“Don’t give up the ship. yot, Mr. Sunolair ” said
Mike, cheerily, 'Let‘s follow this thing to the ind,

mallow.”
e irishman sprung to the opening. and gave a

yell of Joy.

“ Hu root Mr. Sunclairi Sure I can see the blessed
stars, anyhow!” ,

“ Starsl How is that?” asked Lawrence, as he
followed his companion. n, as he looked up and

saw where they were. he said. in despairing tones:
“ Stars! Yes, certainly; and the top of the earth is
as much out of our reach as they are."

“Al-rah, now, Mr. Sunclair. 1 dunno about that.

’art afore we reach the stars."

“ I do not see how Mikel Here we are at the bot-
tom of a shaft, the sides of which are smooth boards,
without a chink bi enough for either the hands or
feet. If on can to 1 me how we are gotng to get out
of it. I w sh you would do it," , r

' Dbn‘t you see that,thing phwat‘s a-hanging over
the head uv yezf"

'9 Yes. It’s the old cage that used to take the
miners up and down, years 0, when the mine was

ag worked. But what’s t e use of that? It‘s so

(1 and rusty that it would fall to pieces if it ware
used. Not that there is any fear of our using it. It
ii. at least twelve feet over our heads. We could
never reach it, if we wanted to do 3 y,"

“O’u’dn‘t we? Well. now. Whist a minute. I
think we kin get hould of that cage and I think ‘
we‘ll get onto this by it, too. be orra "

“You‘re hopeful, Mike: but l’ like to know how 1
{on are olug to do it,“ said Lawrence, listlessly, as i
a sat c own on a pilexof broken slate, and thought
of anette‘s peril. while he was powerless to help »

er.

It wai this thought that unmanned him whenever
it occurred to him.

Mike Carroll did not appear to notice his comp“.
lon‘fi despondency. as he chattered away:

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“ Now, Mr. Sunclair, I want to call our attintion
to the fact that there are two cages a. _angin’ in this
’ere shaft-wan of ’em a great deal hoigher than the
other, d'ye moind?”

Lawrence looked up and nodded assent.

" Very well, then. Yer see, when wan goes up,
the other cooms down, ’cause they bees balanced,
and they can‘t both coom down thegither. See?”

Again Lawrence nodded. The little Irishman
seemed to be talking just to keep up the s irits of
both, and the young man a reciated his e orts.

Mike did not seem to be istressed over the taci-
tiirnit of the other. He was too full of the scheme
he he. in his mind to notice or think much about
anything else.

“ Well, now, Muster Siinclair, yer see that the iron
cage phwat you say is rusty—and ye’re might about
that, for it is moig lly rust '—hangs on a chain.”

“ Yes, I believe it does, 1; ough I can’t see it very
plainly," said Lawrence. . .

“ N0; the shtars are moighty pritty things
a-twinklin’ an’ a-shparklin‘ in the skoye beyant,
but they don’t give as much loight as an electric
lamp, for a fact. Well, anyhow. as I was a-sayin',
the cage be hangin‘ to a chain, and. moreover, be
the same token, t e ither wan above hangs on the
ither ind of that same chain“,

“But what does all this talk amount to. when yon
can‘t reach either of the en es?" asked Lawrence.

“ Phwait awhile, an’ I‘l Show yez," said Mike,
with a trium hant air of mystery as he went over to
the opening y which they had entered the shaft,
and picked up acoil of rope. with a stout hook at
the end. “ There, phwat d’ye say to that?"

Lawrence Sinclair sprung to his feet as if endowed
with new life.

“ By heavens Mikel I believe we shall be able to
esca e. after a] . I see your idea ex ictly."

“ (glad -f it, Mr. Sinclair. But I want you to. ex-
lain wan thing that’s been a- oozzlin’ me iver Since
've kim down in this uuchristian place."

“ What is it?" _

“ Exolain to me how it is I kin see shtars beyant in
the dayloight. Unless l’m bewitched, I dunno how
to account for it, be gob!” .

Lawrence Sinclair aughed as he told Mike that it
was a fact in natural science with which every miner
was familiar. A person at the bottem of a deep
hole, such as a mine or a well, can always see the
stars in the daylight.

“ Begorra, thin. that’s a wonderful thing, sure as
you‘re born.” said Mike.

“ Many things are wonderful in nature when you
come to think about them," said Lawrence. " 0w
about that rope. I suppose we must throw up that
book try and catch the cage and ull it down.”

“ hrue for yez, Mr. Sunc r. e shtruck it. the
first time." '

Without wasting any more time in words. Law-
rence took the rope, which was about fifteen feet
long, and coiled it loosely in his left hand. Then.
seizing the hook in his right, he threw it with all his
force toward the iron cage suspended ab0ve his

head.

“ Be the Lord, Mr. Sunclair, you’ve got it the first
toime. “ You’ve just caught that cage as nate as I
c’u’d ha‘ done it meself." ' I.

5‘ Well.i help me pull it down. then, Mike._' said
Lawrence, as he vainly tugged at the rope Without
stirring the cage or its rusty iron chain.

Mike seized the rope and added his trength to
Sinclair‘s in trying to move the cage.

In vain.

“ Well, Mr. Sunclair, I guess we‘ll have to cioimb,"
said Mike. l

Before Lawrence could answer, the active Irish-
man had gone up the rope, hand over hand, and was
hanging to the cage.

No sooner had he got a firm hold upon it than
there was a thunderous whirring sound, a creaking
of wheels and a groaning of machinery, and the
cage came down with a run. .

~ Bethe owers. did yees iver see an thing loike
thot. no w.‘ said Mike With a comical ook of sur-
prise. “ Begorra, we’ll have to cioimb up the chain
now. sure.”

This was an eas thing for the two powerful, ac-
tive men. They at not hesitate a moment in grasp-
ing the rusty chain. and in less than ten minutes
both were. near the mp1

Lawrence was the rat to reach the surface. He
climbed up until he came to the large iron “drum "
on which the chain was suspended, Mike Carroll
bein several feet below.

" tick your fut out at the side, Mr. Sunclair.
Then you can step eff." said Mike. ‘ ‘ '

Lawrence followed the su gestion. and reached
for the side of the shaft with his right foot. ,

As he did so. he received a blow on the back of his
head that made him release his hold of the rope and
pitch down the shaft. while the voice of Oscar. the
ne , said. tauntingly:

, Whar was you gwine. anyhow, boss?"

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CHAPTER XI.
“3 STRUGGLE IN m m.
Wm Barney Driver ran from the house of the

bank cashier, after seeing the Demon Doctor stand-
l like an avenglng spirit in the parlor, he was
ill ed with superstitious ,fcars. .

He never Blackened this headlong pace until he
reached the wooden bridge that spanned the chasm
before referred to. When he got there. however,
his natural coolness and lnsolent self-possession re-
turned to his aid. .

“ Pshawi That old fellow frightened me. with his

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me to death yet before I make my bargain with
him. I wonder if he knew it was me. ‘

He walked slowly down the winding path to the
railroad track, thinking rice ‘ly.

“Oh, he didn’t know me., in sure; and if he was ‘ '

to say he did, I would prove. an alibi. Barne
Driver isn’t to be caught easdy, if he knows bimsel .
il‘he job has gone up for this night, though' un-
ess—

He put his hand to his long knife. mechanically
and walked more swiftly down the hi1 .

“Ah, there are Oscar and Curly. I can ust see
them dOWn there outside the lock, thong it’s as.
dark as a nigger‘s pocket. The moon has nearly
gone out of sight."

He crossed the railroad track. ran down the
slo ling bank to the water’s edge and whistled
so t y. /

An answering whistle came back over the river.

The boat that he had noticed iiear’ the dam was
shaking in the water that was pouring Over the
dam with aloud rattle and slam that could be heard
for half a mile down the river, notwithstanding that.
the still back-water below the dam gave no intima-
tion of the turmoil above.

“ I wouldn’t get so near the dam if I were they,”
muttered Barney, as he watched the frail craft—the
same in which he was first introduced to the reader——
bobbing about in the surf. “ They Will be over the
wickets if thry ain’t careful."

It was evident that the occupants of the boat.
were either careless or did not appremate the power
of the current made by the fall of the water over the
row of wickets stretching across the river, and
known as Davis Island Dam.

“ Lord! They'll be over the wickets as sure as
sEootin‘gl What the deuce is the matter with
t em?‘

The men in the boat bent to their oars as the boat-
sWerved around in the strong current at the wickets.
and withthree or four powerful strokes propelled
their craft toward the shore.

“Hurry u , Oscar! Pull hard, Curl l “'ind that.
log, there. scar. Back waterwbac —-back, I tell
you. Now, ull all! That‘s itl Steady! Steady!"

Barney Driver thus directing his two men in the
Boat, watched them as they made their way toward

im.

He ke ton glancing furtivcly behind him, for he'
did not now how soon some one might come from

‘the house he had intended to rob, and though his

superstitious fears of the DemOn Doctor were
aliayed, he did not attempt to belittle the power
that the electric student poesessed by means of the
wonderful natural force he had brought under
control.

“ Never mind about grounding the boat, Oscar,"
he said as the nose of the craft came within a few
feet of him. “lean jump. Move forward. Oscar,
and I‘ll jump into her bows. . .

The negro, who was sitting With his back to-
Barney pulled his large slouch hat down .over his.
brows, and obeyed the order silently, while Curly
Bob, in the stern rested on his ears and waited for
Barney to jump.

ey seated himself in the stern and his two}
com n ons pulled into the middle of the river.

j‘ ow make for the city as quick as you like,”
said Barney. “ The job here is bu'sted and we want,
to settle things at the crib in the mines and keep
shady for a while, I‘ve got a little business to settle-
with ‘,that Demon Doctor. curse himl—and then,
Oscar, good-by to this part of the Country eh "

The negro grunted acquiescence and worked.
steadily at his oars. , .

“I‘ll tell you all about this thing to-mght, after
awhile, Oscar," continued Barney, graciously;
“ though you don‘t seem ,to be ver anxious about.
it But Perhaps you, dont care 8. out a share of‘
$100 000 ’

ain Oscar ranted. but as it was too, dark to
distinguish his ace. Barney did not know whether
the riiili‘t sigzniiled assent or dissent.

* ou ,
You arean us straight across instead of own
the river. )7, we are nearly onto the wickets,"
said Barre I. as he turned around and tried to pierce
the gloom ehind him.

Ere he could say another word, Oscar had sprun
from his seat, and with a well-directed blow sen .
Barney Driver sBrawling in the botiop of the boat.

Barne . thong utterly at a loss to know the mean-
ing of he attack, grappled with his assailant, and
exerted his utmost stren , th to arise.

In vain; the other heldghim down with a grip of
iron, and seemed determined tochoke him n
sensibility.

“Wha—what‘s the matter."08€ll'?, Curly. help
“161 I believe this black fool 5 crazy! ‘ yelled 1331-.

De . .

Xiageigii‘ifiiyi think he’s sinsible. thin!” said a
well-known voice, as Curly Bob leaned over Barney
and, thrusting his face close to that of‘ the rest,
gate mm“, showed the [running features of lke

arroll.

“You villain: Where is that youn lady?" de-v
mended the man with the slouch hat, W cm Barney.
had addressed as Oscar, but who he now saw in the,

faint light of the store was none other than L‘w-I;

rencle Bing! - .
Blacur:}?eep,llnvoluntarily, ,,

"Thrappefl. be St. Palhricki Yis. that’s it,
handsomebye- Hould him tight, Mr. Sunclairmn

if he don‘t tell yez where he has ut er swaieht’nrtvi'
p' latv him thwart» 

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“gm: make it hot for both of you, w-i'thd' '
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“lndade, thin, an' we'll make it oowld for you ll _  I

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you don’t howld yer whist. Let’s doomp him in. the
river. y‘ist for loock. We can fish him out ag‘in, I
guess, ’ suggested Mike.

The coolness of this proposition rather startled
Barney.

“ Do you want to commit murder?” he asked.

” Have you cunmzitz‘ed murder ?" was Lawrence
Sinclair‘s response. ‘~ Where is Miss Le Fevre? I
swear you shall never get out of this boat alive un-
less you will promise to take me to her."

Barrie Driver laughed sardonically.

"All right. Kill me, if on like, and ou’ll never
find that girl if you hunt fyor a Century. he is where
she will have to stay until I tell her to go."

The slight shiver of her or that ran tlirsugh Law-
rence Sinclair’s frame told ilarney Driver that this
was his best card to play. As long.’ as he could make
Lawrence Sinclair and the Demon Doctor believe
that he had Lucotte hidden away in some of the
secret masses of the worked-out mine. he had not
much fear of anything from them, either through
law or physically. _

Just now, however, his taunts did not help him
materially with Lawrence Sinclair, for in the midst
of his sardonic laugh. the young man‘s hands closed
With a tighter gri on his throat, and he thought his
plans would be rought to a premature close then
and there. ,

“Tell me where she is?" repeated Lawrence.

“ I won‘t!” was the sullen answer.

“Then die!” said Lawrence, desperately, as he
tried to beat out the brains of his enemy against the
bottom of the boat.

So intent was Lawrence in trying to wring the
secret from Barney Driver, that he had not noticed
the loud roar of the water rushing over the dam, or
that the craft was drifting dangerously near the
wickets.

Mike Carroll, however, sudden] became aware
that the white foam boiling Undgsr the boat was
caused by the swirl at the dam, and he howled:

“ Look, Mr. Sunclair. We’re a-goin’ over this
young Nflyagary, an‘ We’ll all be dhrowned, as sure
as we‘rea oive, so we will. Owl Owl" .

He seized. a air of the oars and bent all his
strength towar- keeping the craft away from the
fatal s ot.

“Wil you tell me wher’e you have hidden that
young lady?“ repeated Lawrence, not heeding the
danger from the water.

'1 here was a desperately triumphant gleam in the
eyes of Barney Driver.

He knew that the boat was surely being drawn in-
to the current, and that it would go Over the dam
unless Lawrence Sinclair took a pair of oars and
helped his companion, and he was determined to
die wirh them rather than reveal what the young
man would have given his life to discover.

‘- I Will not tell you," he hissed. ” because I do not
choose to let any young squirt dictate to me. I am
a desperate man, and I mean what I say l"

“ Owl Be the powers, Mr. Sunclair. We're goin’
over the place, onless you help me. Let the blag-
fiufird go, and you take an oar and pull,” yelled

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“You had better take an oar. We shall be over
the dam in another minute, and then it won't mat-
ter much about anythin . The chances are a hun-
dred to one that we s all be smashed to pieces
among those logs that are tearing about in the
foam just below here said Barney, tauntin l .

9‘ I don‘t carol“ d Lawrence. “I'll t my
chance with youl

The boat swun _round and round. and every in-
stant seemed as i it would 8’0 Oyer the wickets with
the floating rubbish that was being dashed into the
seethin caldron below. .

Mike arroll worked With all his might at his oars,
and so far had kept the craft from t 'e almost cer-
tain destruction that appeared to await it.

The stars filled the heavens now, and the two men
struggling in the bottom of the dancmg skifl could
look into each other’s eyes.

Each saw there on] dogged determination, that
noching but death cou d uench. ,

With a m hty eflort, rne Driver pushed his
assailant bac and arose to his nees.

The boat rocked Wildly, and Mike Carroll pulled at
his oars for dear life.

The two men struggling in a. death- in cared
nothing for the peril that threatened thgm in the
rushing Willie’s and Claiming timbers that would grind
I. man to plea:S 33 Wily 8-8 if he were a biseuit.

Lawrence still had the advantage of his Opponent,
who was powerless to arise from his knees.

Every muscle of the men was strained to the
utmost.

u Begorra: ye’ll be overboard if yez don‘t shtop
yer foolin’l ‘ said Mike._ Knock him into the
wather and be done With it. Mr. Sunclair.“

The little Irishman saw that the boat must go over
the dam in another second or two. unless there was
a turn of affairs. ,

“ Curse you! Here 18 N} 9nd Of YOU, anyhow.”
howled Barney Driver, as With a superhuman effort,

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he‘gained his feet. n
Owl We.re gone, begorral yelled Mike
Carroll.

There was a second of intense. excitement as
Barney Driver and Lawrence Sinclair gras each
other and put forth their utmost strengt in the
totsismg boat“ now half full of water. .

L00? 0”“ Be gob! the dams just forninst usl“
cried “Ike' “5 he gave another run at his oars.

one more 93°" 0" the part of the Combatants,
one more yen from Mike. and the skiff turned over
on the very top of the wickets over which the flood-
was rushing. tumbling and boiling.

Lawrence fel' himself strike ainst something in
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then, he did not know how, he was drag ed from
the very jaws of death and found himse lying Q
the bottom of another boat, with Mike by his side,
while a pair of powerful arms urged the boat with
swift strokes away from the darn.

And Barney Driver. as he went over the fall,
amidst a terrible din of rushing torrents and grind-
ing logs, saw. ere he lost consciousness, a tall, white-
bearded figure standing up in a spectral-looking
boat. with a pale-faced boy at his feet. while a
powerful bluish-white light threw a weird reflection
own the waste of waters on every side.

 

CHAPTER XII.
THE FACE THAT CLARA saw.

“Jusr in time, eh, Deadholdl“ said the Demon
Doctor, calmly, as his powerful strokes took the
boat swiftly away from thedam.

“ Yes, but I wish I hadn’t been too ill and weak to
help you," said Frank Trenton, sadly. " I believe I
am getting more useless all the time."

“ Nonsense! You have been losing so much sleep.
It is no wonder that you are ill,” said the Demon
Doctor, kindly. “ We had better go around and look
for that fellow. He is just likely to have made the
shore in spite of the dam. Men of his stripe are not
easily killed.

“ I do not think it is worth while,” said Frank.
“If he is not drowned he has escaped before this.
He would never stay around the river-bank now.
There are too many on his trail."

The Demon Doctor hesitated. He felt that there
had been too much dallying with this desperado. He
almost doubted Frank Trenton's wisdom in giving
the fellow so much ro . as it were, but the boy had
assured him that he ad a nrpo e in it, and th-:
Doctor had therefore allower Barne to proceed as
far as he had. even to entering i e house of his
friend, Alexander Golden, of which pro‘ect Frank
Trent n, or . (-adhold, had full knowledge before,
liavin planned with the Demon Doctor to catch the
t. ief in the very perpetration of I is crime.

Now it seemed that, though they had accumulated
more proof of Barney Driver’s criminal character,
they were going to lose him after all by either death
or escape.

“Prof ssor," said Lawrence, as, having got his
senses about him again, he put his lips close to the
Demon Doctor's ear.

“ Well, young man, what is it?” asked the Demon
Doctor, rather coldly.

He had an idea that Lawrence was disposed to
admire his daughter. and he did not know exactly
whether to approve of him as a prospective son-in-
law or not.

Lawrence ut his lips closer to his ear, and
whispered a ew words.

Their effect was electrical.

The Demon Doctor clutched the young man by the
shoulder and looked him piercineg in t 6 eyes.

“Impossible 1" he groaned, hoarsely.

“ No; it is not im ssible,“ was Lawrence‘s eager
response. “I saw er in that man‘s p0wer in the
old mine, and heard her call upon her father for
help. "Then she was taken away, and I saw her no

ore.

“ Great Heavens! This is awfull” groaned the
Demon Doctor, pressing his hands to his forehead.
“ Edaughterl my daughter!"

“ on’t get excited," said Frank Trenton. “But
tell me what is the matter.”

As soon as an emergency requiring the aid of a
clear head and a ready expedient arose, the weak
boy became Deadhold, the astute detective. and he
seemed able to grapple with any difficulty that
ml ht face him.

e Demon Doctor recognized this fact, and
briefly in as calm a manner as he could told what
he he. just heard from Lawrence Sinclair. that his
beloved daughter had been decoyed from her home
and was now a prisoner in the power of Barney the

lackshee .

“ ROW a8 toward the city,” said Deadhold. as we
refer to call him when he is showing that he is in-
eed one of the most reliable and astute detectives

in the country.

“ Faith, I‘ll take a pair of oars meself,” said Mike
Carroll. who had remained perfectly quiet since
being dragged into the boat, tying to get his obfusv
ticated ideas somewhat cleare .

The'Demon Doctor took a pair of oars. sitting in
the middle of the boat. Lawrence Sinclair rowed
stroke with one oar. and Mike Carroll in the bow
pulled another. This style of rowing is known as

'randydan."

With the three men pulling with a will, the skiff,
which was built for speed as well as for safetv, out
through the water so swiftly, in spite of thé fact,
that the current was against it, that it soon covered
the four miles between the dam and the spot where
Barrie 1Dliliivlerhs slilanty-boat lay moored.

Den )0 in ta 'en command of the ex ,dition
as soon as he heard that Lucette had been amncted
by Barney.

He knew—0r thought he knew—where to find her.
Barney D iver‘s_shanty-boat had only be n ocou )ied
by him a short time. and he (Barney) flattered im-
self t- at no one was aware of the fact that he had
taken possessmn of it.

But Dendhold was a detective, and in the charac-
ter of the innocent boy, Frank Trenton. had made
it his business to become acquainted with all of Bar-
nev Driver's haunts.

e felt pretty sure that he sho‘ld flnd Lucette in
the shanty-boat. At all events, that was the place

In Which to start a clew.
Neither he or the Demon Doctor had been to the

 

latter’s home in Mount Washington since they left it
on the previous night to search through the mines
for Barney DriVer’s secret headquarters under-
ground, and until told by Lawrence Sinclair of Lu-
cette’s troubles, her father had supposed her safely
at home, where he often left her for days and nights
at a time when his studies took him away on soli-
tar walks or cruiSeS in his favorite row-boat.

I was still dark when the boat, propelled by the
the three oarsmun, ran abreast of the shanty-boat.

" This is the place,” said Deadbold briefly.

The Demon Doctor and Lawrence tinclair simulo '

taneoiisly jumped on the deck of the shanty~boat,
and knocked at the securely fastened door.

There was no response and they knocked again,
louder than before.

Then a female voice was heard, asking timidly:

“Is that you, Barney?"

Without waiting for an answer, the door was
opened, and in the dim light burning in the cabin
the slight form of Clara, Barney Driver’s wife, s
revealed.

“Where is—" commenced Lawrence Sinclair im-
petuously. ‘

“ Wait a minute," interposed Deadhold. who had
by this time joined the other two on the deck of the
shanty-boat.

The boy stepped up to the trembling girl, and
spoke uictly to her in low, reassuring tones.

“ No, ’ said Clara, “ she is not here now. She was
here. and—rand—Barney told me to take care of her
until he came back-”

“ The villain l” interrupted Lawrence.

“ But yesterday I fainted away for some reason,
and when l recovered, I found a Pittsburg detective
here who had put handcuffs on her wrists because
he thought she had murdered me.”

The Demon Doctor clinched his fist.

“Of course he saw that he was mistaken when I
came to. and after looking through the cabins, and
turning things over. he went away."

“ Well?” said the Demon Doctor.

“Well. then the young lady and I became very
good friends, and w en she told me how she had
been torn away from her home. and how she was
afraid her father would be nearly craz about her,
I told her to go home. and I would facr» arney when
he came. I know he will beat me W1er he comes,
though."

The girl broke down and cried pitifully. She
seem ‘d to be such a poor, weak creature, that it
was no wonder Mike Carroll, who had sat quietly in
Elle skiff. listening, should exclaim with true Irish
ervor:

"Be gob! I‘d almost give up me hopes of onld
Ireland’s freedom, if I c’u’d give that murtherin"
willain‘ just wan thoomp ahint his big car!”

" You sha’n‘t face him alone, my poor girl," said
the Demon Doctor. “Come with us to my house
for the present, and I’ll intercede with Barney for

on.

It needed but little persuasion to induce the 'rl‘
to go with the party to Mount Washington. he
was in mortal terror of her husband, devotedly as
she loved him.

An hour later the Demon Doctor. without touch-
ing it, cauSed his front door to fly open, and with
another secret manipulation of the electric devices.
that surrounded his house, caused a flood of light
to rvade the hall and his own private study.

hind him stood Deadhold Liam. Lawrence Sin-
clair and Mike Carrol watching closely this illus-
tration of the power 0 science over apparently in--
animate objects.

Before any one could make a remark. however, a
white-robed figure came trip ing down the stairs,
and Lucette was in the arms 0 her father.

“ Oh, father, where have you been? I have been
sitting in my room. waiting for daylight. I felt that
some evil must have befallen you."

It mi; needless to repeat all the explanations that
ens

L'nfllce it to say that. acting upon Deadhold's sug-
gestion, when the Demon Doctor had stated that
there was plenty of room in his house for eve .
body, there was a general movement of the while
part y to their respective couches.

Clara and Lucette went to the latter’s room; Law-
rence Sinclair and Mike Carroll'were accommodated
in a plain but comfortable attic, the Demon Doctor
retired to his own bedroom ndJoming the study. and
Deadhold, at his own request. lay down on the sofa
in the study.

“We must explore that cave to-morrow. profes-
sor," were Deadhold’s last words. “ I think I have
a clew to the secret that Barney the Blacksheep
wants” to se-ll to you, and it is in that worked-out
mine

“I trust entirely to you,” was the reply of the
Demon Doctor

‘- Good-night. professor.”

“ Good-night.”

In Lucette‘s room, where the two girls—herself
and Cla'a—were rt tiring in the dark, Clam stood
fora minute at the windowlookme out into the
black nig‘ t.

Suddenly she started and offered a faint scream.

“ What’s the math r, Clara? ’ asked Lucette, run-
ning to her. ,

“Nothing,” was the reply, as the trembling girl
pressed her hand to her Ride. “It was ssort of
spasm. I often have them."

“You are worn out,” said Lucette, sympatheti-
canv. “ You need rest.”

u ka95. " acquiescwl Clara. “ That‘s what it is
I need rest.“ _

she spoke mechanically, for her eyes were fixed
with a stony stare upon the entrance to the old
mine, which was lighted up by the lamp from the--
Demon Doctors study.

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In that glare of light she sawawhite. hag ard
face, its eyes looking vacantly at the Demon oc-
tor’s window, but with a stare that seemed not to

'see anything.

The face was the face of her husband, Barney
Driver.

"Go to bed, Clara,” said Lucette, kindly.

Mechanically she obeyed, but all through her
dreams was t at terribly staring face, and she felt
as if her sleep was one long ni htmare.

She thought the face looked ike that of a drowned
man, who might in life have been her husband.

 

CHAPTER XIII.
THE DEMON or NATURAL GAS.

How Barrie Driver managed to escape the deadly
he was laced when he was drawn

he could hardly have told.

He remembered being tossed about in the seeth-
ing flood. with the great logs crashing against him
on all sides.

He felt himself drawn under the water while pass-
ing over the wickets. and he held his breath until
stars danced before his eyes and his head seemed as
if it would burst.

Then he was thrown hither and thither, up and
down, backward and forward, until, his senses seem-
ing to come back to him. he struck out boldly for
the shore below the great lock.

For afew minutes his strokes, powerful as they
were, seemed to have no effect.

Then. as if tired of him, the torrent threw him
away from the swirl at the foot of the dam, and he
found himself in the nearly calm slack-water.

It was an easy thing then for a strong Swimmer
to reach the shore, and in a very few minutes he
stood on the river-bank, shaking himself in his wet
cl vthing and listening to the steady thud-thud of the.
Demon Doctor’s boat, as the three men in it plied
their oars with clock-work regularity.

The still night brou ht every sound to his ear.

“ it's all right, gent emen; but my turn will come.
You have got the better of me to night, and beaten
me out of a fortune. But. I s‘ill have that girl in my
power and I'll make Mr. Demon Dot-tor pay me well

fin my secret~that isn’t such a great secret, after
 1 H

He chuckled as he climbed the bank and walked
swiftly along the railroad track toward the city.

He had only gone a few hundred yards when he
noticed a small skiff chained to a. wooden post at the
water’s edge.

" Not much use chaining a boat when the cat can
be pulled out as easily as this,” he mutterei with a
grin, as with one vigorous wrench, he tore the post
from its insecure hold in the loose, crumbling earth,
soaked with water.

There were no oars in the boat, but, an old barrel
that chanced to be lying near was soon kicked to
pieces, and two of its staves made excellent paddles,
which he used dextrqnsly.

He reached the shore at the foot of Mount Wash-
ington while the Demon Doctor was parleying with
Clara at the shanty-boat.

Knowing the locality so well it did not take
Barney long to reach the top of Mount Washington.

He wanted to et to his secret hiding-place in the
mine. where he' oped to find Oscar and Curly Bob
and get some explanation of their abseriCe, and find

out how Lawrence Sinclair and Mike Carroll had

managed to masquerade in these laces.

Perhaps a little explanation of t is may not be out
of place at this time.

It will be remembered that when Lawrence Sin-

~clair was about to step off the chain to the side of

the mine he was struck by Oscar, the colored man,
and thrown down the pit.
He did not fall far, however. Fortunately, Mikewas

«on the watch. and putting out his hand, was enabled

to save him from what would have undoubtedly
been a fatal fall.
Oscar and Curly Bob. supposing he had fallen to
the bottom. were off their guard for a moment.
Lawrence and Mike quickly recovering them-

selves jumped out of the mine from the chain, and,
,s ringin

upon the other two, overpowered them,
a ter a s arp struggle.
As Lawrence forced Oscar to the ground some-
thing dropped out of the negro‘s pocket.
Examination showed it to be a scrap of paper on

‘which was written:

“ Davis Island Dam—11 o‘clock to-night—skiff."
"An' bedad, we'll keep the a 'intment," said

' Mike Carroll. “ For there is the s ff down there. in

the wather beyant; I‘ve seen Barney the Blacksheep
in it many’s the toime.” -

With some difficulty, they got Oscar and Curly
Bob down in the cage to the bottom of the mine,
and forced them to go into the corridor from
whence Lawrence and Mike had made their way to
the shaft.

Some stout cori that Oscar had in his possession
had afforded means to bind the two prisoners, and
when they were finally left lying on the floor in the
darkness of the damp corridor, they were. as Mike
ex ressed it, as “ hi1 less as troosed chickens and as
sh if! as b’iled owls. dad 1"

Lawrence carefully bolted the heavy oaken door
that guarded the out et of the corridor to the s ace
at the foot of the shaft. and wnen he and ike
climbed the chain once more and went down to the
boat to keep the Davis Island Dam engagement, he

'felt that he had safely disposed of Oscar and Curly
..Bob for the time being.

To return to Barney the Blacksheep.
It was with weary steps that he reached the

 

1

awning of the old mine and walked strai ht toward
e secret chamber where we first saw im in the
mine.

For some unaccountable reason, he felt as if he
could not enter the room.

He went to the door, which, as we know, was
generally barred and bolted, but which, when
empty, was secured by secret tastenings from the
outside.

He placed his hands on the door, but still he did
not open it.

“ Pshawl What‘s the matter with me?” he mut-
tered. “ I believe I’m getting nervous.”

He strolled through the corridors again, with every
inch of which he was familiar, and went to the 'en-
trance. facing the Demon Doctor‘s house, standing
there for a few minutes in deep thought.

It was then that he was seen by Clara.

“ Well, it is no use. I must attend to this business
of mine and get things settled up. 1 have had
enough of this part of the country I'll just go
get the swag and be done with it. wonder where
Oscar and Carly are. If I find them loaflng around
lIiileli'e.,after I told them I wanted them fora job,

The desperado clinched his fists and scowled
darkl as the thought crossed his brain that perhaps
they ad betrayed him.

"I'll scon find out, anyh0w,” he said to himself,
fiercely, as he made his way to the secret room
again.

With quick, determined movements, he unfastened
the door and threw it open.

One hasty glance around showed him that the
room had not been disturbed since he was last-
in it.

There was the table overturned, just as it had
been thrown in the struggle with Lawrence Sinclair,
while the chairs and other furniture were in the
same positions in which he had left them.

He went into the room, locked and barred the
door and examined the opening in the opposite wall,
through which Mike Carroll had entered so uncere-
moniously two days before.

Everything was secure.

“ Oscarl" he called.

No ansWer.

He opened the trap in the floor and called again.

“ I have an idea that those fellows are somewhere
around here. I guess they got wind that there was
danger and they just kept shady and let me take my
chances. But I‘ i make it hot for them when I get
my hands on them.”

he natural-gas flame was still throwing its glare
around the room.

“ Oscar!” he called down the trap.

No answer.

“ Well, I'll get this thing settled by myself."

He shut down the trap and carefully examined
every mode of egress and ingress to see that he was
not likely to be disturbed.

Then he took a shovel and began industriousl
digging at the pile of slate and rubbish to whic
reference has already been made several times.

A few shovelfuls of the stuff had been removed,
and then the shovel struck something hard with a
ringing sound.

“ Ah, there you are, my beauty, safe and sound,"
muttered Barney, as a smile spread over his rugged
features, while his eyes glistened with the fire of
avarice. ,

He soon removed the rest of the rubbish that hid
his treasure.

Then he threw aside his shovel with a low cry of
triumph and pleasure.

A square, iron box, such as Express companies
use for the conveyance of money and valuables.

Another careful look around the room, and he
tgoliig key from a pocket inside his shirt and raised
t e .

A quantity of dirty newspapers was all that was
revealed.

Barney took the trouble now to walk all around
the room and look carefully at every place where
it might be. possible for an intruder to effect an
entrance. Evorything was silent and safe, and he
was quite alone.

He returned to his box and began slowly and
cautiously to take out the old newspapers one by
one.

Soon the real contents of the box met his eye.

Jewels of all kinds, some in cases and some lying
loose were there. while thousands of dollars, appar-
entl in gold and greenbacks were stored away at
the ottom.

“Goodl” said Barney, in a ra ture of satisfac-
tion, as he took up the rings. brace ets, brooches and
earrings one by one and examined their luster at
different angles in the light of the natural gas
flame.

.Then he took up one particular ring, a solitaire
diamond of large size and remarkable fire.

“Where did that boy 1get this ring?" he mused
as he laced it on his nger. “I thought when I
took f is from him the other night, on the river.
that I had settled his business forever. I felt
sure then that he knew too much about me. but If
I had known that he was Deadhold, he won“
never have lived over that night, either in the
name of .Frank Trenton or an other."

It was indeed. a beautiful ng and far outshone
anything 8188 In the box, splendid as its contents
were.

“There are about 820000 worth of stuff here," he
I‘Pflected. “Oscar’s share is to be 8 .000 and

Curly's 3500-113 I feel like giving it to them." with
a chuckle.
He proceeded to take out the contents of the box
and diS‘pOSP them in poekets about his clothing.
The jewels he placed in paper, in little heaps,

 

leaving the cases in the box. He did not want to
be burdened with anything save the valuables.
Soon all the blazing stones. in their handsome set-
tings. were hidden away in his inside pockets.

“ N )w for the ready cash," he muttered. “ That’s
always useful, and I may want all I can get before I
get safely away from thisdpart of the country."

He had just complete his task, and after care-
lessly shoveling back the rubbish and slate so as to
hide the box again was examining a splendidly
finished Smith & i esson self~cocking six~shooter,
When he tarted, holding the weapon his finger on
the trigger, as if ready for instant act on.

“ What was that?” he said, softly. “I thought I
heard a voice."

His face turned a sickly yellow in the reflection
of the natural gas flame.

He hastil buttoned his sack coat, and, revolver
still in han . bent down to listen.

A faint cry struck his ear.

_ “Sure enoughl There is some one, and I believe
it comes from below.”

He pulled up the trap and peered. into the dark-
ness, but could not distinguish anythin .

He took a lantern from a corner of t 9 room, and
lighting it, closed it carefully and held it down the
trap opening.

“I don‘t believe there is any one there. They
must have got down that little shaft in the corner. '

“ Barney l"

“By graciousl It’s Oscarl What in the deuce is
he doing down there? Well, I‘ll find out very soon,
anyhow."

He quickly brought a ro with a hook from a
corner of the room and let himself down. Then he
went over to the shaft in the corner and looked
down.

Oscar’s voico sounded nearer now, but still he
could not see him.

With a bound he was down the shaft and stumb-
ling along the corridor to the s ot from whence the
negro‘s voice, crying “ Barney, ‘ could still be heard.

“ Where are you, Oscar?" cried Barney.

“ Hyar, boss an’ nearly done played out. 1'58
gwine to die, I know, an Curly Bob, he done gone
dead, already, I b’lieve.”

“Don‘t be a fool! Where are you?" was BarneY'S
impatient response. Then he added: “ Hallo, what-‘8
this? I feel kind of hard to breathe. it is terribly
close down here." '

He went on a few yards further and sto ped. While
he opened the collar of his shirt. He eltatlght‘
EiPSS around the throat that he could not account

or.

“ Look out, boss," said Oscar, “ dere‘s danger
’roun’ hyar, suali. I done shet dat doah, 'cause
there’s—there's—”

“What? Why don’t you say what you mean?"
said Barney. impatiently, as he felt his head sw1m,
while his breath came quicker and shorter.

“ Why, boss, I—I ca—an't desackl say what I
wants, cause—’cause I feels sick, an’ b’lieve Curly
Bob is a goner; I do, suahl”

Barney Driver stumbled along until he came to a
door, tightly closed, from the other side of which
Oscar’s voice proceeded.

Barney felt very sick now. Sparks seemed to
dance before his eyes, there was a humming and
buzzing in his ears and he could rot keep his mind
under control without great exertion.

“What is it. Oscar?" he asked, faintly.

“ Why, boss. Doan’t you open dat doahl Iguess
the nat‘ral gas done he escapin‘somewhere so I
shut the doah, but there’s ’nuff of it got throng the
chinks to choke Curly, an’ I doan’ b lieve I kin hold
out much longer."

“Natural gas!" re ated Borne y as a thrill of
horror ran through In. While t 8 stars danced
faster than ever before his eyeS. and the noise in his
ears became louder and more. bev'ildering.

Too well he knew the terrible power of this but
little understood product of Mother Earth. He
knew that natural gas. while ten times more dead-
ly in its effects than the regular manufactured gas
used in all parts of the Civilized world, was sti
apparently innocent until the‘victim was fair], m
its clutch.

He knew that natural gas was entirely odorless,
and that it gave no Sign of its presence by the
strong, unpleasant smell that always gives warning
of the esca of regular coal gas.

It was th s peculiarit that had made it possible
for Barney to be neary overcome by it before he
knew that it was escapin around him at all. I

in different parts of t e mine the gas existed,
as he ImeW. he having taken advantage of it in the
room above to sink a pipe into the small ‘ pocket."
as the gas deposits are called, and thus furnish him-
self with ligh .

But he was not prepared for the leakage that
had probably killed Curly Bob and from Which he
hlmSPlf might not escape. _

He felt that he must get away and recover himself
before he could atiem t the rescue of Oscar,

He turned around {)0 Walk bQCk. and stumbled
over a hu e bowlder that lay in hlsgath.

As he ell, his lantern 8mm" t e bowlder and
smashed the glass.

For erhaps a thousandth part of a second there
Was a ow sound. like a rumbling Sigh. Then, with
8. might roar and OTB-Sh and bogzmwtbat shook
Mount ashington (0 its foundations. and made
the good people Of PJWSburg and Allegheny across
the river, turn in their beds—a large portion of the
worked-out mine was laid bare to the heavens.

The remains of BEI‘DGYDaicar and Curly Bob were
never found. and it was supposed that the force of
the explosion drove them urther into the mines.
where the tumbling masses of dislodged rock.
slate and earth covered them beyond recovery.

 

 

 

 

 

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Thus ended Barney Driver's hopes of living com-
fortably on his ill-gotten gains in another part of
the country. He died with his plunder clasped to
' bosom.

 

CHAPTER XIV.
concavsxox—soxs xvsrsaiss CLmnn or.

“ Do not grieve,” the Demon Doctor was saying
kindly, the next day, to Clara, “ But tr and clear
his name as much as you can by making restitu-
tion.”

An elderly gentleman, with gray hair and a kindly
expression, was sittin in the Demon Doctor’s own
chair, while Lucette, wrence Sinclair and Mike
Carroll were listening to a narrative told b Clara.

“Here is the paper that Barney wante to sell to
you,” said Clara “ He gave it to me to mind, and
tom me never to let it go out of my hands until he
asked me for it.” '

The Demon Doctor took it from her hand and
glanced over it.

“ Wh , this is the will of Alex. Golden, in which he
bequealhs all his propena’, Peal “Dd Personal. to his
twin nieces, Mabe and ucette, who, to the best of
his belief, are now in Paris (that is. at the date of
the will. sixteen years ago). but whose exact where-
abouts he canno tell. The will then goes on to say
that, having quarreied With his brother, Wilton, sev-
eral years ago, over a trifling matter. he wishes to
provide for his two children in the future, in the

ope of making some amends at least for his un-
brotherly conduct.”

“Begorm, now, that Alexander Goolden must
have been a fome mon ” said Mike Carroll, who had
been listening to the Demon Doctor‘s words with
unbounded interest. “ I wondher if he’s aloive.”

“ Yes,” said the gray-headed man, suddenly. I
am Alexander Golden.”

“ Qch, be gob! Who’d ha‘ thought it?” said Mike,
opening his e es very wide.

“ Yes." sol the gray-headed man, who was indeed
none other than t e cashier whom Barney Driver
had attempted to rob on the evening before. "My
name is Alexander Golden, and I wrote that will
many years ago. But, is there not something
more?”

“ Yes." said the Demon Doctor. “ Here is a piece
of paper attached, containing more writing.”

‘ r’aps it s a coodoysil.” said Mike.

The Demon Doctor read from it:

“My two nieces can be identified in a certain way.
On the arm of each, half-way between the wrist and
the elbow. is a small white mark. That 0" Mabel is
in the form of a crescent, and that on Lucette a star.
The deVices, which are natural birth-marks, are
very clearly defined, a ph sician having stated in
my presence. when the children were babies, that
the signs would be as distinguishable when they
grew to womanhood as in infancy. "

Without a word the Demon Doctor took Lucette’s
hand and bared her arm.

The star was lalniy markedl

“ At last.“ sa d the Demon Doctor, " my Lucette
has found her real name.”

“I have no name but yours, father," said Lucette,
glacin her arms around his neck. “ I have often
eard ow you saved the lives of my sister and my-

self at the risk of your own when the ocean steamer
went down off the Banks of Newfoundland, and my
poor father and mother were drowned,"

“ Och, murtherl yis, I know what it is when there
is a ruction at say.." said Mike Carroll. “ It‘s jist the
worrust thing yez iver saw, so it isl"

“ I never saw the children before that awful ni ht,
They were cabin passengers and I was trave ing
from Paris to New York by steerage. So I never
knew who their parents were, went on the Demon
Doctor sim lv.

“ Protease}: Le Fevre." said Mr. Golden, “kink the
Demon Doctor’s hand. “ You saved my life last
night and added one more to the many debts of
gratitude I owe you. We have long been close
friends. and now, I am sure, we shall he brothers.
Strange that I never should have chanced to in uire
the name of our daughter before. It might ave
sooner led to er recovery."

“Brit my sister. Mabel. father. How is it I have
never seen her, or even heard you speak of her?"
said Lucette.

The Demon Doctor looked troubled.

“I do not know,"he said, sadly. “We landed in
New York. and I had you both in my care, with the
intention of bringing on up as my own.”

“Yes " said Mr. Go den. eagerly.

“1 left the two little ones in a hotel in New York
while I Went out to make arrangements for our
journey to Pittsburg. where I intended to settle
down. When I returned, Lucette was there but
Mabel was gone. NO one In the hOtel could tell me
anything about it. The Children had been left in the
care of a chambermaid, Who had allowed them to
play about the halls Mabel had disappeared. That
was all she knew, and that is all I have been able to
find out from that day to thls- In a Small leather

tied around the neck of Lucette. were a uantl.

ty of Wale—diamonds, I tonnd the bag w en we

land in New York. and I saved it carefully for the

children. A week ago the bag was stolen, I believe
byuBai-ney Driver.”

.. ” rem." broke in Clare. with a sob.

lime! had them in the mine, I know.

' Then they are lost, immevably, I am afraid,"
said the Demon Doctor. “Nothing can have been
saved in that part of the mine after such a terrible
explosion." . -

' Where is Deadholdt" asked Lucette. “I have

not seen him this morning.“
“I don’t know." said her father, as we shall still
continue tr call the Demon Doctor.

 

 

“An’ who bees Deadhould?" asked Mike Carroll.
“ Sure that's a new wan on me."

“I believe on know him as Frank Trenton,” re.
turned the emon Doctor. “ But Barney Driver
spoke of him as Deadhold, and the name seemed so
appropriate that I have used it since. He is a bright
young man. though he does not seem to have more
stren in than Lucette there.”

“ e is a funny bo . I .took a great fancy to
him,” said Lawrence inclair, speaking for the first
time. He had been so intent in watching Lucette
andinlistening to the story of her early life and
anlt’ecedents that he had felt no wish to talk him‘
so .

“ I‘ll go and look for him," said the Demon
Doctor. “He must be somewhere in the house I
should think."

f‘I don't think so," said Clara. "Look in the
mine.”

The girl spoke so confidently, as if she knew that
the boy would be there, that the Demon Doctor,
with a motion to Lawrence Sinclair, went out im-
mediatelg.

It was 'road dayli ht, being_ about ten o'clock in
the morning after t e exploston, but was dark in
the corridor of the mine.

An electric ii ht shone from the Demon Doctor's
breast at his bidding, and made the ruin and dis-
turbance of the interior plain to everybody.

The whole party followed the Demon Doctor as he
ex lored the cavern.

he force of the explosion, while it had not
reached to this part of the mine. had still blocked it
up so that they could not proceed safely very far.

‘_‘ What would the b‘ye be doin' here, onyhowf"
said Mike Carroll. “ Sure, he c’u’dn‘t ixpect to foind
onythin‘ now that all the insoide uv it has gone oop
in shmoke an” cinllers."

“ He is here somewhere,“ said Clara, quietly.

The irl evident] knew more than she told, for
she wa ed boldly a ong close by the Demon Doctor,
as if she knew that they would find something pres-
eiitl to reward their search.

“ hat is this under our feet?" asked Mr. Golden.

“ It is one of those small recesses or closets where
the miners uSvd to keep their tools and working
clothing, I expect," said the Demon Doctor. raising
a trap. Then, after peering’ into it, he said: "NO'
it’san old stable. Come down. It slopes easily.
suppose the pit mules used to pass a good portion of
the r existence here.”

With the Demon Doctor leading and showin a
light. all walked down the slope, where the fa nt
smell of ha and straw gave token that it was in-
deed a stab e in the long ago.

“ Foonytplace," commented Mike Carroll.

“There oes not seem to be anything down here,"
said Lawrence Sinclair.

“ Howly Moses." burst from Mike, as the little
Irishman turned around to run it the slope.

‘: What‘s the matter, Mikef" as ed Lawrence.

‘ Owl 0w! Aghostl Aghostl A white ghost!
I slcien it. widdme lown eyes, bigonagéd h

e was ev enty ve muc terri , as e int-
ed gpw:{d a corner ofhltlie sthable, m
s moment. t e “g ost’ ate from be-
hind a heap of lumber and rock, and £6,231 revealed,
in the person of a graceful young girl, about the
same age as Lucette.

She wore a dark traveling-suit and a jaunty hat,
with a vail closely drawn over her face.

The “ while " ghost was the result only of Mike
Carroll‘s imagination.

“ Do not ask me any questions, Professor Le
Fevre,“ said the stranger, in a musical voice. “ But
let me go to your house, where perhaps I can give
you some information that will interest you."

The Demon Doctor, surprised as he was to find a
strange young lady in such a place, and still more
surprise that she knew his name, did not make
any reply, but stood back to allow her to pass out
first, showing her a light as he did so.

A quarter of an hour later all were once more
gathered in the Demon Doctor’s study, with the ad-

ition of the strange young lady, who still wore her
hat and vail.

The latter was speaking.

‘This girl.“ she said. " is my friend. and can cor-
robonite me, if necessary," placmg her gloved hand
0nuCIara’s shoulder. ,

u I have known her for years," said Clara, simply.

She was stolen from a New York hotel when a
bah . by—my mother."

 our mother? ’ said the Demon Doctor.

_ Yes. but do not speak harshly it her. She is [on
since dead. Mabel here was my companion untfi
five years ago. Then—then I met Barney, and a
{gar later we were married. Mabel had learned to

a telegraph operator and could always make a
good living. A year ago I heard that she had gone
into another business—a detective, but i never saw
he'fi‘t‘ii‘i‘m is:  1

“ ae ’ excam ucettc cas in h -
found sister to her bosom. ’ p 8 er neWIy

“ My daughter." said the Demon Doctor.

“Will the young lady let us See her arm?" asked
the cashLer. with the caution taught by along career
in aban
lCilalra helped1 flack” pun 11? hie; sleeve, and there,
a n y enouz ~ crescen . s ndin out clear!
ih the white flesh of her rounded arm. 8 y

“Yes, you are undoubtedly my niece " said Mr,
Golden. "Henceforth your ho ' ld
bachelor uncle, is it not 9“ me is WM) your 0

“If on wish it “said Mabe lacing her hand
trultinygly in that 6: Mr. Golder}: p .

” But let us 898 5'0!" face. my dear," said the old

ntlem n. “ e cannot te
mud am ml." ll what you look like

 

Mabel, with a swift movement, drew the vail from

er ace.
“ Deadholdl" exclaimed the Demon Doctor._
“Frank Trentonl” cried Lawrence Sinclair and
Mike Carroll.

To sa that the speakers were astonished would
convey at a faint idea of their intense wonder»
ment.

lhe young lady, whom we must now call Mabel
Golden. but who has hitherto been known to us as.
Frank Trenton and Deadhold. smiled, as si e ex-
plained that, having just been engaged as a female
detective, she had found it easier to follow up her ,
chosen rofession as a boy, and, as Frank Trenton
or Dead old, she had often been enabled to do good
detective work that she could never have accom»
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What more is there to tell? .

Mabel is ha py as she can be With her indulgent.
old uncle. at is beautiful home on the Ohio, and
Clara, who lives there too, as her companion. is dew
veloping roses on her cheeks such as she never had
as the wife of Barney the Biacksheep.

Lawrence Sinclair and Lucette have obtained the
consent of the Demon Doctor and Mr. Golden to
their marriage, and hope soon to become one, the
old entleman having already given Lawrence a In-
crative position in the bank, for which he has der
veloped a singular aptitude. '

In the old house on Mount Washington, within
view of the entrance to the old worked-out mine, a.
tall. white-haired man pursues in quietude his scien-
title studies. He is day by da bringing more under
control the mystic forces 0 electricity, and is at.
work on an invention, now nearly completed, which
will make, it is expected, the whole world ring with
the name of Prof. Le Fevre, known to his neighbors
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BY PHILIP S. “'ABNE.

6'! Patent-Leather Joe: or, Old Rattlesnake. the Charmer.
175 (input!!! Al'llonut or, Palentrlnmtiler Joe's Big Game.
193 Captain Mfllki "7, Pa tent-Lerther Joe’s Defeat.

‘19 Des I'd. the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vampires.
888 A 0|! ‘h 03': “1’, The Dwurl's Revenge.

868 Little ' orhutlo; or, The Ouloaste of the Glen.

873 L hue JiHKoi 0?. the Queer l‘urll.

388 L “10 0'1"“! § or, Cnught in “in Own Trap.

401 Little thto-l‘ ly; or, A Race {or n Ranch.

408 Little Leather-agree..th or, old Jumbo’a Curse.
43! Little All King or, The Curse of Blood.

‘51 C0lurfld0 Rate. A Tale of the nllnes.

‘80 Th?“ Jolly Pan-(In.

517 Jim Gludden’a lleput .

527 (he J0“! I’m-«la to t (5 Rescue.

:47 Elindy Andy; 0r. A Gmul Mun Down.

5175: Lnriut Lil; nr, The (‘nst for it Life.

  

Qld Weunel-to the Main wlth'the Dogs.
598 keen Clem. thexi’i’nnvh imp.
.599 Jim Dandy, the No-Nnme Sport.

BY CAPTAIN FRED. WIIITTAKER.

15 The Sen-Cut: or. The Witch of Darn-n.

89 The Dumb I" e or, The Dow’s Daughter.

43 Dick Darling. t e onv Express Rider.
150 Lance and LII-no x nr; The ('hildren of the Charo.
154"l‘he FWIrrd Hunters; or. The Land ni‘the Ele hant Riders.
159 The Lost Capt-In; or, skipper Julie: Comn’a rum to u‘.

0 n i’nlar Sen.

.00 T5; BOY Bedoulns: or, The Brothers of tho Flamed Lanes.
214 \\ oli’xnng, the Robber of the Rhine.
£49 Milo Homer, the Animal King: or,The Round the World

 

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’3' - 335 The ‘ er Bmor - or, The League 0 the Jun ls.
,' ‘ ‘ Black fiiok. the Derhon Rider. K

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395 California. Joe’n “'nr Trail.
BY BUOKSKIN SAM (MIJOP 53“- g. Ilsll.) '
384 Old "ka! "Boyeeat' of, Beam. the Young Horas-
Breaker.

_ ‘ M6 Giant Georte; or, The Ang’l of the RID”-
975 Arizona J nuk ; or, Giant George’s Pard.
W. 3397 The Tarantula. of Taus or. (HIM 900m“ Rsveugs.
~ '1  so: The Strange Paul: or, ittle Ben’s Death Hunt.
-  r, 313 Ker-what’s. Echwhoo or,'l'he lerantul. nme.
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32 0 Wed: 0", The Tonhawny’s Trust-

844 The Flyhtlnz Trio: or, Rattlesnake. the Tonhway.

349 Wild Vi 011‘; or, Big-Foot Wallace to the From,

851 The Ranch Raiders or, The Siege of Fort Purgatory.

80-1 Smut-Shot; the Boy angel'-

875 Ohiota. the Creek or The Three Thunderbolts.

881 Benders Bill: or. rio irmlk u. the Front.

298 Romeo and the Red” or, The Edmond Ranch.
04 Little Lariat: or Pecan Pete'l Biz gimp-8°-

414 The Del-y from lienver.

. T e Three 1 rollers; or, (ill! Becky on the Ram

‘ I I 448 Blull' Bill! or, The Lynx of the Leona.

. .. , 3 455 Little Lone Star: or. The Belle of the Clholo.

BY EDWARD WILLETT.

167 A... Scott, the Steamboat Bay.
199 Featherweight the Boy Champion ofthe Medium
933 liner ( All'hwr, Featherweight Among the Outlaws.
‘88! The 'll‘ypo etective; or, Wheel, the Boy Tramp.
395 Fearless Phil; or, The King of Quartzvllle.

‘ 311 'The Rovlnfi Sport; or, The Pride of Chuc’ksluck Camp.
3.8 None the Detective; or, Kit Kenyon's \endstts.
m on. the Contortionist: or.Ths Muntnna Virilantss.

BY J. O. COWDRIOK.
so “liver-Mask the Man arm n r'.
:60 Shut-n, the Cold King; in???" Seven Years Dead.
4.0 The Detective’s Apprentice; or, A Boy Without a

arm.
48’] Clint“ J ohnx or. Red-Hot Times at Auto Bar.
489 ilondy Sam, the Street 300qu
6? lDiseo Dan. the Data ‘ Dude.
- 290 Broudwa Blllly. t e Bootblsck Bravo.
1 506 Red Minn ., the Prim» nl'the Road.
£31 ‘rl‘if‘hw'.’ "' i"? “am
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588 Broadway llllly'a ‘ lllllillty.”
548 Mart, the Night Expn-Ss DrteCtlve.
‘ 657 Brosdwn Billy’s l'enth llsoket.
~57! Air-Linc .uke theran Engineer. .
579 The Chimney Spy; or, Broadway Billy’s Surprise-Party.
‘93 Th Bo Pinkerton. -
l 60‘ W “130’ Broadway; or, The Boy Detective’s Biz Inning.

: ' . I BY J0 PIERCE.
v 891' Bob 0’ the Bow 2 or, The Prince orhiulberry Street.
2:5 ghe Vagabond ; or, Bowery Bob’s Boom.
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460 The 1
 479 Jauaty Joe, the Youu Horse- lug.
40‘ Surly “ill. the Young "rymu Deucfive.
504 Five Points Phil.
09 Jack J: era. the Butcher Boy new”.
Ni Tartar '1 Im; Of. Five Points Phil's Mmq.fl..
5 0 North River Nat. the Pier Detour".
. . 3 Wrestling Rex. the Pride out: Sixth Ward.
' .541 Jeff Flicker. the Stable Boy Detective.
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11 The Two lleiroctlvoa: or, The Fortunes or. Bowery Girl.
76 Abe Colt. the Crow-Killer.
710 Sal Ginger. the Ginnt Trapper.
283 Joe llnok oi‘Angela and lit! Buy Pard.
447 New _\ ork Nat. A Title 0 Tricks and Traps in Gotham.
‘1er New England Nick: or. 'l'llr Fortune! ole. Foundllng.
464 Nimble .\ loll, the Cll'l'ul Prince.
4935 ’l'uon Tod. the Ariznnn Sport.
510 Cool Colorado, the Hnll-Brwd Detective.
518 Cool Colorado in New York.

NY Gl‘lilllGE ‘VALDO BROWNE.

86 "and; Rock the Man from Texas.

90 The I rend lllder; or, The 'l‘exan Duelist.

99 The Tiger oi'Tuos; or, Dundyltock’a Aan
115 Tlll' Mud Miner: or, Dandy Rock’s Doom.
131 The Golden “and; or, Dandy Rock to the Rescue.
164 Dandy Rock’s I'led e; or, Hunted to Death.
173 Dandy Rock‘s Riva : or, The Haunted Maid of'l‘sos.

BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAMS.

84 "recon Sol; or, Nick Whisk-5’s Buy Spy.

46 Glass-Eye. the Great Shot of the West.

{)4 Sod lluzel, the Bov Trapner.

56 Nick “’hlilleu’s Pet; or, in The Valley of Death.

60 'l he “'hlte Indian; or, The Scout of tho- Yellow-ions.

70 (lld le’ll Cabin: or, The (-‘reenlmrn in the Woods.

81 Lightning Jo, the 'l'errnr oi the l’rtlll‘lh

85 liuok liuekrum; nr, lies», the Female Tra per.
947 (Did Grinly and Ilia Peta; or, The Wll Hunmaa.
851 Li ht-house Lice; or, Oncenla, the Firebrnnd.
$57 '1‘ 1- Lost “tuners; or, The Underground Camp.
988 The Scalp king: or, The Human Thunderbolt.

llY llilGER STARBUCK.

25 The “03' Captain: or. The Pirate‘s Dau hter.
114 The Black Schooner; or. Jib Junk. the‘lfld Ttr.
259 The human liar mm: or. L0."- Amonz the F10“-
348 Fire-"eels; or, 0 d Skinnint. the Dentin-Shadow.
854 Big Horn Ike. the "ill Tramp; or, The Odd Psrds.
"ii The Phantom Light-house.
870 Breaker lien, the Reef-Runner.

BY “'ILLIA.“ ll. EYSTEIK.

190 Dnndv Darke 3 or. The Tigers of High Plus.
210 Faro Frank; or, Dandy Durhe’s Go-Down Psrds

BY COLON EL “ELLE SARA.

103 The Lion ofthe Son; 0', The Valled Lady.
1156 Cool Desmond ; or. The Gumbler‘s Big Game.

13" JAMES L. BOW'EN
101 fine-E ed film i or, The Almndoned Forest Home.
110 The B uok Steed oi’the Prairies. A Story or Texas.

BY 0. DUNNING CLARK.
135 COMB.“ Pflllll 0". The Boy Sp ' of the Mountains.
.80 The Yankee Rajah; or. The irate of the Black sherssf.

BY GEORGE 0. JEN KS.
485 Git Thar ownoy the Unknown.
499 Git 'l‘hsr 0wney‘a Pledge.
518 The Demon Doctor.
53! Double-Curve than. the Pitcher Detective.
595 Flute, the Slngor Detective.

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BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLoRs U. S. A.
191 lluifalo Billy. “'0 Boy Bullwhnku; or, The Doomed

Thirteen.
194 Buflulo Blll’n neti 0'. The Gambler Guide.

BY CHARLES E. LASALLE.

60 Hurt flanker the Trapper.
so The White Binnie. A m. of the Northwest.

BY JOHN J. MARSHALL.

40 Roving “on. A Rim of»: Young Amen.
97 The tilltlsw Bl’flllel'll 0?. The Csptlvs o! the Harms.

BY WM. G. PATTEN.

489 The Diamond fiDOPI 0?. The Double I‘m oiled Bed
519 Cu tuln My-terys or. ve In One. ,

581 Daisy “are "W SW?! from Denver.

58'? (Did Bombshell. the Ranker Detective.

004 Iron [I‘m-n, the Man ol Fire. .

BY MAJOR E. L. ST. VBAIN.
.9. sun“... pear. the Boy Bandit.
801 Londville Nlo  "I! My Sport.
I]! lledtop Rube, tie Vlzllsnts Prince.
888 Brim-tone Bob, and H“ “Khulan “om
I53 Tombstone ToIIIo “W “4'0!” 30! of "Sand."
859 “ur‘mn, unvp, the Y -un-:* mum-um wrenuer.
I?! Kin bolt Chris. the Yiunk HArd-Shsll Detectl".
880 Ava no}... A", the Foothills Guide. ‘
890 Jn.n.r Joe. “(the Mountuin Didi-Lino.

BY EDWARD S. ELLIS.
6 B l T er.
8 alth'figimfi’ orrn'lzge Captives of the Frontier.
$11) glint 04.“. or, Ins Fiito oi the Sioux Captive.
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98 Th: Eggnfii‘:er:ll:0n The gn‘cltgwd Isl-rad.
er or a use
 all]: I'llihlfiglmd"; «filth», Panther of the Plains.

871 The lingo Hunter; or. The Steam Prairie Man.
BY )iAJflR LEWIS W. CARSON.

or. The Mountain Monster.
:3: ¥:fi:.h$§: mllg'illm Spirit of the Hills.

" BY FRANK DUMONT.

1.0 The Branded "and! 0r. The Man of Mysury_
137 Wild-Fire. the Boss of the Road;
140 Blue Blazes: or The Break 0 Day Boys liked, I".
171 Ebon Dan: or. The Rlval Mamas.
195 Evil Eye; or, The Vultures or the Rio Grands.
BY CAPT. MARK WILToN.

.50 .k , Th R d L .
'78 FT: Kfi'letxf "I".  Eleot set x3e“...
3. ti: Boy Tonderfoot.
. BY BRACEBRIDGE HEMYNG.
3’ hhld‘Jl-t or. The Pet of the Famil .

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BY Jiifil-Il’ll E. BADGER, JR.

2 Yellowstone Jnok; or. The Tmmwr.
4% Black John. th-- l’illllll'.AL'j‘l|i.', or. The Onilnw’s Retro-.9.
65 Hun-loam: Bill: nr. Mustang Sum nnd Hi5 Yard.
llit Mun-tang Sam 3 or, The King of the Plains.
186 Night-Iluwk idlt; i r. The Danuhler ol‘tne Ranch.
144 lluinty Lance like my Sport.
“5| l’nnthl-r l’nul: ur, Dainty Lent-e to the Rescue.
160 The lilut-k Grunt: or, Duinu- Lunt'e in Jeopardy.
14W lll'illlly [Du-h: ur, Fighting l-‘ire with Fire.
I” l» The Boy 'l‘rullens ; or, Duinly Lance on the War-Path.
203 The Bov l’arda: or. Dainty Lam-e Unmasks.
2|] (‘rookml(‘nle, the ('xlihnn (>i'(‘elr.-tinl City.
810 The Itarranoa \V oli'; or, The Boilulliul Decoy.
819 The Black Rider; or, The linree-Thieves’ League.
885 llld Double Flt-t; or, The Strange Guide
35") The King oi the “'muI-t nr immel buone’a Last Trail.
“9 Kit Fox. the Border Boy Detective.

BY “3 J. "AMlL’IUN.
68 The Red Brotherhood; or. The Twelve Avengers.
66 Sin le Ilnnd; or, A Life for a Life.
Mu Tom “kl-torn, the Texan Ranger.
’8? Ben Bird. the Cave King; or. Big Pete’s Scoop.

BY J ACK FARRAGUT.

815 Ned. the Cabin ltoy.
820 The Sea Sorceress; or, The Boy Skipper.

BY LIEITT. H. D. PERRY. U. S. N.
176 The Boy Runaway; or. The Buccaneer of the Bay.
130 The Sea Trailer: or, A Vow Well Kept.
19% Captain Kit: or, The Mysten of Muntsuk Point.

BY HARRY HAZARD.

828 Arkanasw Jack; or, The Scourge of the Mines.
829 Red-Skin Tom or, The Demon’s Trail.
842 The Mountain )evil: or, Yellow Jack, the Outlaw.

BY COL. A. F. HOLT.

899 Black Buokskln; or. The Masked Men ostath Canyon.
419 Kenneth. the Knife-King.
485 Little Lighti’ooi, the Pilot of the “'oods.

BY J. ‘V. 0880K.
469 The Rival Giants of Nowhsr’.
498 Cactus Burr. the Man from Hard Luck.
8? Iild Bucke e. the Sierra Shadow.
64 Powder 1’ ii, the Boy Miner.

BY FREDERICK DEWEY.
818 Cimsrron Jack, the King-Pin olefle-Shoh.
478 Tangemund, the Desert Detective.
542 The Canyon l’arda.

BY ARTHUR C. GRISSOH.

' “0 Little. Foxi‘bot, the Gold Bowie Kid.

{:58 The Sure-Shot Pards.

BY LIEUT. A. K. snls.
546 Captain Cnutua. the Chaparral Cock.
56% The Dandy of llodge.
516 The fiilvor Sport.
533 Fnlfron Hol. the Mn “'lth A Shadow.
{Skill Tom-Cut and Part! or. The Dead Set at-Sllver City.
801 llapgy Ilana, the ulch Vldocq; or, Red-Hot Tim. at
Roun ~Up.

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MISCELLAN EOUS AUTHORS.

4 The Wild-Horse Hunters. By Capt. Mayne Reid and
Frederick Whittaker.
9 Adventures or Baron lanolin-sen.

l4 Aladdin; or, The Wonderful p.

18 Robinson Crusoe. ('11 illustrations.)

18 Sindbsd the Sailor. His §even Var“.

I. The Ben Serpent: or. The Boy Rob naoa Clues. By Juan

Lewis.

88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The Red Pirates of the
Carrihrra. By S. W. Pierce.

88 The Boy Clown; or. The Quesn ofthe Arena. By Frank

S. Finn.
88 Ned \‘l'ylde. the Boy Scout. By Tans Jack.
51 The Boy Rifles: or, The Underground Camp. 3, mt.

C. irons.
95 The Rlvsl Rovers; or, The Frssbooura of the Mid-Int.
By Menu-Col. ilazeltlne.
98 Robin flood, the Uutlawed Earl; or,Thsllsrry Mu: of Gross:-
wnod. Bv Prof. Gildarslsers.
105 old Rube, the Hunkr; or, The Crow Captive. ByCaptala
Hamilton Holmes.
Ill The My! Ila-tor; or, The Cave of Death. By Burton Bus.
124 Tippy. the Tenn r or, The Young Champion. By George

Gierwn.

128 The Young Privateer: or,Ths Pirate’s Stronghold. Dy

arry Cavendish.

148 syn", Sam; or, The Adventures of: Friend]- Boy. By J.
Alexander Patten. \

.87 Dusky Darrell. Tn : or. The Green Ranger ofth'ol.
low-tone. By Edward arson.

261 Fergus chrnsught the glow Ynk Boy. By ML

Al on. .
.66 Killh'sr. the Guide; or, Davy Crochett's Crooked 7rd].
By Ensign C. . Warren.
.9; “ed claw. the Ons~Eysd Trapper; or, The Maid of the Clil.
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874 gold-Dust Ton; or, Ben's Double Match. By Gus-p n,

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BY EDWARD L. WHEELER.

Deadwood Dick Novels.

1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road.
20 Double l’flflflel‘fli or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance.
28 Bull'qu lien; or, )emiwoud Dick in Disguise.
3‘5 “‘ild lvan. the iioy Claude [luvs].
42 Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood ilick's lionann.
49 Omaha 0]]- or Deadwood Dick in Danger.
5? Deadwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar.
78 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or. Calamity Jane, the Heroine.
7’? Corduroy Charlie; or. Deadwood Dick’s Last Act.
100 Deadwood Dick in Lead ville.
104 Deadwood Dick's Device: or, The Double Cross Sign.
109 Deadwood Dick as Detective.
129 Deadwood Dick‘s Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon's

Gulch.
188 Blunde Bill; or, Deadwood Dick’s Home Base.
140 A Game of Gold: or, Deadwood Dick’s iiig Strike.
156 Deadwood Dick oi‘ Deadwood; or, The Picked Part .
195 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, '1 he Ris'nls of the Ron .
201 The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick's Ward.
205 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane‘s Last Ad-
venture.
217 Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brl and.
221 Sn ar-Coated Sam: or, The Biac Gown.
232 G0 (l-11Illt Diali. A Romance of Rouglu and Toughs,
268 Deadwood Dick‘s Divide'i‘nr. The Spirit ofSwaml‘ Lake.
268 Deadwood Dick's Death rail.
809 Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of
ire-gun.
821 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen; or. The Fskir ofPhsntom Flats.
84? Deadwood Dick’s Dueats; or, Rainy Days in the Dig-

gings.
851 Deadwood Dick Sentenced; or, The Terrible Vendetta.
862 Deadwood Dick‘s Claim; or, The Fairy Few of Faro

all.
405 Deadwood Dick in Dead City.
410 Deadwood Dick’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of Joan

Drier-
421 Deadwood Dick in New York; or, A “Cute Care.”
480 Deadwood Dick‘s Dust; or, The Chained Hnnd.
448 Deadwood Dick, Jr.
448 Nickel-Plate Red; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Defiance.
458 Sunflower Kain, oi Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full

Hand.
459 Flush Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Big Round.

465 l’lliiloloFly, o! Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Racket at
‘ aim .

471 Bozeman Bill; or. Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Corral.

476 gullbboli‘lt Harry, the Hurricane; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s
ng etec Ive.

431 Moll Mystery; or, Deadwmui Dick Jr. in Deadwood.

491 ll’rilice l’itstoi, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dit'k
r’s ‘ornpac .

496 Monte Cristo, Jr.: 0r. Deadwood Dick Jr's inheritance.

 Rem woos  lflgfilllgs; or, Dr. Death-Grip‘s Swoop.
eat woo c ' s e veranee.

515 Dem wood Dick’s Protegee.

522 Best wood Dick’s Three.

520 Dem wood Dick's Danger Ducks.

584 Deat wood Dick’s Death llunt.

589 Dent “on Dick Jr. in Texas.

544 Deatlwoogl  Jr. the \i"i‘idt\’iiest Vidocq.

549 )eat woo c ' on I s . c t c.

554 Dea wuss Dick. Jr. in Gotham.

561 Deac wood Dick in Boston.

 Beat woo(  Sr. in Philadelphia.
eat woot c ' r. n I I ca 0.

578 Dead wood DIck’, Jr. Afloat. K

584 Dem woot Dick, Jr. in Denver.

590 Dem woo( Dick, Jr’s. Decree.

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606 gelidtwood Dick Jr’s Leadville Lay; or, Bristol and
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Other Novels by E. L. Wheeler.

26 Cloven Hoof, the Bufl'alo Demon.
82 Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Dead-Shot.
39 Deatlhlt‘uce, Detective; or, Life in New York.
45 Old Avalanche or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigmd.
58 Jim Bludsoe. r., the Boy Phenix.
61 Buckhorn Bill: or. The Red liltie Team,
69 Gold Rifle the Shsr ishooter: or. The Boy Detective,
80 Rosebud Ilob or. ugget Ned, the Knight.
84 Idyl, the Girl . inert or, Rosebud Rob on Hand.
88 Photo rafh Phil; of, Rosebud Rob’s Reappmmce.
92 Cana a Chet ; or, Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull’s Camp.
96 Watch-E e; or, Arabs and Angels of s Grest City.
118 Jack “05‘ e the Young Speculator.
117 9118- Edged Dick, the Sport Detective
121 Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport.
125 Bonanza Bill. Miner.
188 Ross Bob the King of Boothlacks.
141 Solid Sam the Boy Road-Agent.
145 Captjuln erret, the New York Detective; or, Boss 305’.
Boss oh.
161 New York Nell the Boy-Girl Detective.
177 Nobh Nick oflllevadat or, The Sierras Scsmps.
181 Wild rank, the Buckskin Bravo.
209 Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
218 Fritz to the Front: or, The Ventriloquist Hunter.
.26 Snooler the Boy Sharp: or. The Arab Detective.
286 Apollo Bill, the Trsil Tornado.
240 C clone Kit, the Young Gladiator.
244 erra 8am, thn Frontier Ferrrt.
248 S-erra Sam's Secret; or, The Bloody Fontprintl.
258 B-erra Sam's Paul; or, The Angel ui Big Vista.
258 S erra Sam’s Seven: 0f.The Stolen Bride.
278 Jumbo Joe, the llny Patrol; 0'. The Rival Heirs.
277 Denver Doll. the Detective Queen-
281 Denver Doll’s Victory. .
2'15 Denver Doll's Decoy ; or. Little Bill’s Bonanza.
291 Turk, the Boy Ferret.
298 Denver Doll's Drift or. The Road Queen.
299 A No. 1, the Dnshin oil-Taker.
808 ’lea Jane, tbs Gir Miner; or, the lvon~Nervsd Sport.
825 Kelley, llickev & 00.. the lletcCtlYel of Philadelphia.
880 .lttle Quick-Shot; or, The Dead Pace of Daggonvmo.
884 Kangaroo Kit: or. The Mysterious Miner.
889 .Kan aroo Kits Racket.
848 Man attan Mike, the Bowery Blood.
858 First-Class Fred, the Gent kom Gopher.
868 I‘lfeka Jim, the Gold-Gatherer! 0": The Lottery oi

l O.
872 Yreka Jim’s Prize.
878 Nabob Ned: or, The Secret of Sish City.
882 Cool Kit.i the King of Kids; or. A \‘illsin’s Vongosneo.
885 Yrcka J m’s Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Nose.
889 Bicycle Ben; or. The Lion of Lightning Lode.
894 Yroka Jill of Yuha Dam.
400 Wrinkles, the Night-Watch Detective.
16 lllgh list Harry, the Base lel Detective.
Sal- Slobsl the -Boy Detective.
Jim Beak an Pal, rivsto Detectives.

8. Fe Sal, tho Slasher.
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BY CHARLES MORRIS.

118 Will Somers, the Boy Detective.
122 Phil llardy, the Boss Buy.
126 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detective.
180 Detective Die 3 or, The Hero in Rugs,
2 Ilaudsome Harry, the Boothlnck Detective.
147 “'ill Wildfire, the Thorou libred.
152 Black Hess. Will Wildfire s Racer.
15? Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy.
162 “’1” “'ildiire in the Woods.
165 Billy Baggage. the Railroad Boy.
1 A 'l‘rulnp Curd; nrY \‘Vlil “'iidi’ire “'lns and 1.010..
174 Bob Rockett: or, Mysteries of New York.
179 Bob Rocket! the Bank Runner.
1&3 The Hidden iland ‘ or, Will Wildfire's Revenge.
1s? Fred Halyard. the Lite Bust Box: or. The Smugglers.
1M, liob llockett; or, Driven to the Wall.
196 Shadome or, Bob Rockett‘s Fight for Life.
206 Dark Paul. the Tiger King.
212 Dashing Dave, the Dandy Detective.
0 Tom Tanner: or, The lilack Sheep oi the Flock.

25 Sam Charcoal the Premium Darky.
2317) Shadow Sum. iiic. lllt'ilflt‘llflfli’ lisy.
242 The Two “ Bloods "; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang.
252 lilok l) ysl|n“'||y: or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago.
262 The '0 g Sharps: or. liollicking Mike‘s Hot Trail.
274 Jolly Jim. ill.- ilrtet'tli‘r An m-nlice.
289 Jolly .llm’s Job; or. The mm: Detective.
298 The “'ater-Ilound: or, The Young Thoroughbred.
805 Dashaa‘ay, oi' Dakota; or, A \Vehterli Lad in the Quaker

 

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824 Rulpll Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective.
841 Tony ’l‘hornc. the Vagabond Detective.
858 The Reporter-Detective; or, ‘mi Flyer‘s Blizzard.
867 \i‘ ldc-Aa‘nkc Joe: or, A Boy of he Times.
8‘39 Larry, the cheier; or, The Bloods ot' the Boulevard.
403 Firein Jack, the liii'er-Rnt Detective.
423 The Lost Finger: or, The Entrapped Cashier.
42" Fred Flycr, the Reporter Detective.
482 [Invincible Logan, the l‘inkcrton Ferret.
45“ Billy "rick, lllt‘ Jolly Vagabond.
4 “'ide-Awakc Jerry, l‘rlet‘iivr; or, Entombed Alive.
79 Dctccti re Dod c: or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
4K“ “'ild Dick line '11.
501 Boots, the Boy Fireman : or. Tno Sharp for the Shsrper.
566 'l‘hc hccrct ~crvlcc Boy Detective.
596 Jimmy the Kid: or, A Lamb Among Wolves.

DY OLL C(DOMES.

5 Vagabond Joe. the Young Wandering Jew.

18 The l-‘amb Spy.

2? Antelope A be, the Boy Guide.

31 Kcon-knlfc, the Prince of the Prairies.

4| Lusso Jack, ilh- Young Mustangs-r.

58 The llordcr King: or. The Secret Foe.

71 Delaware Dick. the Young Ranger Spy.

74 Hawk-eve Harry the Young Trapper Ranger.

88 Rollo, the llo Danger.

184 Sure Shot Set , thr Boy liiiieman.

148 Scar-Face Saul, the Silent Hunter

146 Silver Star, the Boy Knight.

153 Eagle Kit. the lioy Demon.

168 Little Texas, the Young Mustsnger.

17-“ Old Solitary, the Hermit 'l'rn per.

162 Little Ilurrlcane, the Be nptsln.

202 I'ros ect l’ete : or. The Toma: Outlaw Hunters.
2091 The oy Hercules: or, The Prairie Tramps.
218 Tiger Tom, the Texas Terror.

224 Dashlu Dick: or. 'l‘rapper Tom’s Castle.

228 Little \ 'lldllre, the Young Prairie Ncnmd.
28% The l’arson De tcctirc; or. The Little Ranger.
248 The Disfluiuod (.‘. uldp; or. \‘l'iid Raven, the Ranger.
260 Dare-Devil Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger.
272 Mlukskiu Mike, the lioi Slinl'prliooter.

290 Little Foxfire, the tiny Spv.

800 The Sky Demon ; or. Ruinln-lt, the Ranger.
884 \VlIlD-l‘lllg Joe, the lici Ranchero.

409 Ilercules or, l)l(‘l(, the ilny Ranger.

417 “'ebi'oat . ose, the Tramp Detective.

22 Bflbr Sam. the ltoy Giant oi llic Yellowstone.
444 Lilli e Buckskin. the Young l'rairie Centaur.
457 \‘l lngedi’oot Fred; or. (lid Polar Saul.

4 8 '1 amarac Tom, the liig Tra yer Boy.

4?8 Old Tom Rattler, illk'. lied liver Epidemic.
482 Stonewall Bob, the ilny 'l‘minn_

562 Blunderlng Basil, the Hermit Boy Trapper.

BY '1‘. C. IIARRAUGIL

28 Nick 0’ the Night: 0r. Th~ Boy Spy of ’76.
87 The. Hidden Lodge; or The Little Hunter.
47 Nightiu ale hat: “I. The Forest Ca talus.
64 Dami . nck: or, The Outlaw: of the rsgon Trail.
82 Kit 1 nrci‘oot the Wood-Hawk.
94 Midnight Jack: or. The Hay Trapper.
106 Old Frosty, the Guhie: 0r. The White Queen.
128 Kiowa Charley the White Mustanger.
189 Jud e L 'nch, Jr.: of. The 30V Vigilante.
155 G0] Tr ‘ er, the 5 “fl: 0?, The Girl AVODKOT.
169 Tornado om: cr, "ij Jm'k From Red Core.
181% Ned Temple, the Border lioy. ‘
198 Arkansaw: or. Tim (in-M1 0' l‘fliP’I Revenge.
20? Navajo N101“ the Boy Gold Hunter. ‘
215 Captain Bulle ; Hr. Little Tux-knots Crusade.
281 l’lucky Phil; or. Rosa, the Rel Jezebel.
241 Illll Bravo; or, The ltnughs of the Rockies.
255 Captnln A on", the King-Pin of Bowie.
2 7 The llucksllilu Detective.
279 Old \Vlnohg or, The Buckskin Desperation.
294 D namlle Dan: or. The B~w|e Blade of Cochetopa.
802 '1‘ e Mountains Detectlvet 0?: Th0 Trigger Bu Bull,-
816 Old Eclipse, Trump Card of Arizona.
826 The Ten l’ards: hr. The Terror of Take-Notice.
386 Big Benson: or, The Queen of the Lvso.
845 l’ltiless Matt: 0r, Red Thunderbolt’s Secret.
1156 l‘cusi 51"“ nnd Pal-[lg or The Terrible Six.
866 Velvet Foot, the lndian Detective. ’
3"“ (‘antaln Cutlass: or, 'I he lit-venue"! Girl Foe.
896 Ron h Rob - or. The Twin Champions of Blue Blues.
411 The Ksilken Lasso; ‘nr. The Rose or Ranch Robin.
41" Felix Fox. the Boy Spotter.
4‘25 Texas 'l'rum . the Border Rattler.
43“ "hll Flash, t e New York Fox. ’
445 he City V am has or, Red Rolfe s Plumm-
461 One A an,“ Frflv; or, The Last Man of Keno Bar.
470 The oy Shadow; or, Feilx Fox’s Hunt.
477 The Excelsior Sport: M. The wumnlm 39°11.”
499 Single Bi ht, the One-Eyed Sport-
502 Branded en, the Night Ferret.
512 “,OdCel' Dick, the Wharf—Spy DewCii'O-
521 ‘lodrer Dick’- Best Dodge-
:g: PMI "films-{comma Bowen-shadows.
‘v .. (- , the Dock Ferret-
548 I _ nicks. "made; or, The Rival Boy Mm
558 70 ‘c. Dick’s Desperate Case.
568 hr ;n Dick. the Boy Vidocq.
578 The Two Shadows.
582 Dod er Dick’s Drop.
594 HA“ e Lon, the Street~Singer Detective.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAIIAM.
7 The Fl lag Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast.
17 Ralph {o -, the Boy Buccanrer; or. The Fugitive Yacht.
24 Diamond Ilrk ‘ 01', The MyI-tery of the Yellowstone.
62 The Shadow Ship; or.:l‘he Rival Lieutenants.
75 The Boy Duelist: or. The Cruise of the Sea-“'0”.
102 Dick Dead-E 'e, the 1505' Sunni ier.
111 The Sea-Devil; or. The Mldsh pinan’s Le My.
116 The llussar Captain; Onfl'he lletmit oizllell Gate.
197 Little Grit; or, essie, the Nook-Tender's Daughter,
04 Gold Plume: or. The Kai—Glnve Sport.
216 Bison Bill. the Prince oi the Reins.
222 Grit, the Bravo Sport; “1’. '1 he Woman Trailer.
229 Crimson Rate or, The Cowboy’s Triumph.
287 Lone Star. the owboy Captsin.
245 Merle the Middy or. ' 'he Fredflm‘e Heir. -
250 The . Idshipman ntineer: 01’. Brandt, the Buccaneer.
264 'Illhe Floating Feather: 01’, Merle Monte’s Treasure
3 and.
269 The Gold Ship; or, Merle, the condemned.
276 glefle Monte s Cruise; 0", '“W Chi-Io of “The Gold
. up."
290 Merle Montc‘s Fate; or. Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride.
'8 The Sea Marauder; or, Merle Monte's Pledge.
237 liilly Blue-Eyes, the Boy Rm'er of the Rio Grande.
304 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, Benito. the Boy Bugler.
30" hello Kit; or. Dead Shot ilnndy'! Double.
314  Mysterious Marauder; or, The BOY Bugler’s Lon;~
Till .
877 Bonodel the Boy Rover; or The Fiagiess Schooner.
888 The lndlan Pilot; or, The Sea’rch for Pirste island.
sfl? “'arpath \"i’ll, the Boy Phantom.
393 Seawall; the Boy Lieutenant.
402 lsudor, the Young Conspirator; or, The Fstal league,
407 '1 he Dov Insurgent: or, [he Cuhsn \endettl. '
412 The “'ild Yachtsman : or, The Wur-Cloua’s Cruise.
429 Duncan Dare, the Boy Refugee.
488 A Cabin Bo ’s Luck; or, The Corsair.
48'? The Sca Rn dcr.
441 The Ocean Firefly; or, A Middy‘s Vengeance.
446 llaphazard llarry ; or, The Scapegrace of the Sea.
450 \Vlzard “'1”: or, The Boy Ferret of New York.
454 “'izard “'ill’s Strefl. Scouts.
462 The Born Guide: or. The Sailor Boy Wanderer.
46-8 Neptune N ed, the Boy Coaster.
474 Flora; or, Wizard Will’s Vagabond Pard.
488 Ferrets Afloat; or, Wizard Will’s Lsst Cass.
487 Nevada Ned, the Revolver Ranger.
495 Arizona Joe the Roy Pnrd oiTexas Jsck.
497 Blek Taylor, King oi the Cowboys.
508 The Royal Middy; or, The Shark sad the Sea Cat.
507 The llunted Midshipman.
511 The Outlawed Middy.
520 Buckskin Bill, the Comanche Shsdow.
525 Brothers in Buckskin.
580 The Buckskin Bowers.
585 The Buckskin Rovers.
540 Captain Ku-Klux, the Marauder oi the Rio.
545 Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte.
550 Lafitte’s Legacy: 01*- The Avenging Son-
555 The Creole Corsair.
560 Pawnee Bill, the Prairie Shsdowor.
565 Kent Kingdon, the Card King.
570 Camille, the Card Queen.
575 The Surgeon-Scout Detective.
580 The Outcast Cadet; or, The False Detective.
586 The Buckskin Avenger.
591 Delmonte. the Young Sea-Rover.
597 The Young Texan Detective.
802 The Vagabond oi’ the Mines.
607 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Kit’s Cbsmpions.

BY BUFFALO BILL (110a. Was. 1‘. Cody).

8 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand.
19 The Phantom Spy: or, The Pilot. of the Prsirio.
55 Badly-Eye, the Unknown Scout.
88 Border Robin flood; or, The Prairie Rover,
158 Foley Frank of Colorado: or, The Tammi. Tm“

LATEST AND NEW ISSUES.

608 The Pitcher Detective’s Foil; or, Double Curve Dan’s

Double Phy, By Geo. C. Jrnkl.
ll Borrlt the Veteran Detective: or LittlsLi htnlng’s

609 llieiiic’i‘iles. Byklohn W. Osbon. ’ g

610 old Skinner, the Gold Shsrk; or, Tony Shsrp on Guard. By
T. C. Hsrbaugh-

611 Bildad Barnacle, the Detective Hercules; or, T1“ T““l° 3‘
Table Mountain. lty Lieut. A. K. Sims.

812 Deadwood Dick Jr. in Detroit; or, Turning “19 Times
on Satan. By Edward L. “'heeler.

618 Billy Blazes: or, The Skeleton's Leg-Cy- By P- St waffle.

e14 Whistlin Jacob, the Detectlve’s Aid: or. The Queer Com-
bination. y Jo Pierce.

615 Fllhtin llarr , the Chief of

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816 The Ocean Detectivetngf‘ The 1““ crui“ of the mac“
Bear. lly Gm. C. Jenks. tidy M‘y 1"
617 R“ "l De.d_§hot Scout; 01’, 0 Raiders and the
Red idiom ft the Rio. By C°‘-'P""“" "8"h‘m-
Ready May 21. i ‘
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