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’ THE PREACHER UP PUKBBVILLB.

BY EDWARD L. WHEELER.
AUTHOR OF ” DEAD“'O()D DICK ” NM'L‘Ls, ETC.

(‘HAPTER 1.
THE KEY. MR. JIMSON.
UP in Pokervillv. Nevada. there was a sensa-
tion.
Pokerville. until about ten days before the
time of our tale. had been, in \Vestern parlance,
a very livaly town. .
Up to ton days ago she was a great town In
her own imagination: then a cyclone came along
and rather lifted the “ city ” over into the ad.
joiInimlz Eerrjltory. f P m
‘ Mat 9 ut e' o okerv e now remains.
“Is THIS ALL "m “on” YOU’VF GOT—A PALTRY m DOLLARS?” But, in the days before the cyclone, Poker-
THI RUAD'AUB'NT DEMANDED- ' ville was pro-eminently a “ fly” town.

 

  

 

Deadwood Dick, J r., in Nevada.

 

 

While there were but half a dozen moderate-
ly paying mines in the vicinity, there was ilenty
of good grazing country surrounding, w iere a
large amount of help was employed, and Poker-
ville”was therefore headquarters for a “ jambo-
rec. '

The town consisted of two general stores, a
blacksmith shop, a hall known as the “ Theater,”
and seven saloons, ‘with a sprinkling of shanties
and sod-houses.

Pokerville was the center-spot of attraction
for amblerS, and those who wished to gamble,
for its dparticular part of the Territory. Men
who ha a. few dollars to risk came from far and
near, and it was the stamping-ground for such
sharpers as Sam Leonard, Sandy McPherson,
and old Mike Quincy.

Every saloon was a gaming establishment. In
fact, the other business of the town sunk into
actual insignificance as compared with that done
at the gaming~tables.

The rincipal place of resort was the “ Poker-
ville lub,” a combined saloon and gaming in-
stitution, run by Mike Quincy.

It was likewise the most elaborately fitted-up
place in the camp.

Adjoining this place was a large slab shanty
with a big floor surface. This, too, belonged to
Quincy, who had had it built With a view to
turning it into a “198$: He had even gone so
farm to put in the ts, which‘ were nothing
but rough benches; but before he ot it finished
his fl use were at alow ebb. t rough a bad
run“ luck at poker, and so the project fell
1: h, and the embryo theater stood idle.

Un one da , alongi came along, raw—baned,
lean individu , togg out in asuit of well-worn
broadcloth, a shabb hi h hat, and white
cravao—a man of per aps ive and forty years,
who wanted-to rent the building.

He Milo say the least, an extraordinary
lookm‘g’fnrsonage. His hair was a genuine red
in “co and his eyes were preternatur'ally
black.  left ear was gone, his long nose was

warppd. to one side, an he had a cast in one

eye. 1
Such was the individual who strode into the
Pokerville Club one d , and demanded of Mike

Quincy, who presided bind the bar:

“ I say, stranger, who mou’t have the rentin’
o’ the store next door?” .

1‘111 have,” replied Mike, grufiy. “ What of
t  « ‘

“ ’Ca’se 1mm rent it, at ther tarifl ain’t tew
blessed high; much rent a month mou’t

"fwd?" 4'   I k What

7, you can pay, rec on.
d’ye want axplace  ‘

“ a church!” -
“A. church! Why, cuss it, man, ye must be
., vin’ mad!”
“ _ fat all!” was the reply. ‘-‘ I am the
Reverend Jim Jimson, and I have come here
tow preach to you sinners, an’ convert ye to a
 ti f la h

ncy On a roar 0 ug ter.

9Elihurchl” he cox. “Why, blarst at, ya
darned fool, afye was teretart each a fandango
inthis hycr carap, ye’d be a corpse afore (yer
fur-t sermonwasover,surel The boys woul n’t
have it, nohow. They’d iar-an’-feather ye, an’
the: run rye an) a limb.”

, “Oil 11 9 my chanceson thet, me friend i”
Jiniseu led, grimly. “ I wasn’t fetched u
in, ,woodsto skeart out by owls. What’l
ya a month fer, the shebang ?” .

. Now,Mike Quincy enjoyed a joke as well as
the.  one, and he foresaw b renting his

. to this, uncouth allog minister, he
would be able to raise no little amount of fun
for his trons, and at the same time turn a
W nto his coffers for himself.

“ ell,” he said, after brief consideration,

“ I cain’t say I’m much on religion, but, ef ye
want that shanty, ye kin hev it ther furst
month free at charge. If ye want it after that,
you’ll have to plank down twenty dollars a
month l”
. “ That’s a bargain!” J imson allowed. “ Even
in thy wickedness, I see that thou possesseth the
germs of blessean, and verily it pleaseth me
greatly. I thank you for iyour seemly gener-
osity, and .on Sunday next t are will be preach-
in _in this wicked place, that will stir its in-
ha iitants as they were never stirred before. I
Will point out ter ’em the evil 0’ their ways, an’
prove to ’cm that unless they take a better trail,
they’re goners l”

‘ Wank)" I’ve got tor say,” Mike Quincy
replied, “is thet you’d better mave an arsenal
inter yer shebang, an’ hire a regiment ter man
it, of rye urpose to spout enny sech stufl' as that.
Thor gs oots as hangs out around hyar, ain’t
V037 religyus, you bet!”

 

“ I will attend to all that,” the Reverend Mr.
Jimson averred. “ I have had much experience
in rough mining-camps, and never any trouble,
as yet. Ef you will give me the keys, I will
movo in, and get ready for business. But, first,
let’s have something to drink.”

“ What! preachers don’t drink?”

“ Not for the sake of drinking, as drinking
goes, but for ther strength and maintenance of
mind and body, to enable these organs to per-
form their functions, properly, my dear brother.
Mine is whisky 1"

Mike Quincy eyed the alleged reverend gen-
tleman a moment, with the greatest curiosity;
then set forth the bottle and glasses. .

He had met many odd phases of character,
in his time, but this was the first bona fide
preacher he had an met who indulged in the
flowing bowl.

“ Go ahead," he said. “ I opine you’ll find
thet stqu will warm a feller up on a day like
this, fer et’s warranted forty-boss power. Ef it
hits you in ther neighborhood 0’ ther belt, don’t
forgit to call ng’iii.”

“ I never forget a kindness,” J inison gravely
replied, as be poured out “five fingers,” ulped
it down, aid for drinks for the two, ant then
took his eparture, after obtaining the keys to
the next door.

That afternoon, in the di'izzliiig rain, he
moved in two huge trunks and a stove, locked
the door, coated the windows with whitening,
so that no one could see in, and that was the last
seen of him for the rest of that day.

But the report had s read throughout the
camp that a preacher ha arrived to establish a
church, and a curious crowd had gathered, even
in the drizzling rain, to watch and await devel-
0pments. s

~ But they waited in vain.

It was not until the next morning that the
Rev. Mr. J imson was again to be seen.

Early in the morning it was to be noted that
upon the door of the proposed new church was a
painted tin sign, Containing the following an-
nouucement:

“ CHURCH OF ZION,
JIM JIMSON, - - - - - PASTOR.
Scars FREE!
Services: 10 A. M. and 7:30 P. M., Sundays.”

As a matter of course, this announcement was
decisive, and the excitement became something

great.

Crowd collected before the door, read the
sign, and the ex 'on of opinions, on the mat-
ter of a church n Pokerville, ware far more for-
cible than elegant. ’

“ We don’t want no church in this town, no
more’n we want ther small-pox!"

“ Not muchly we dcn‘t! seconded another.
“ Et jest goes ter p’int out thet we’re a pack 0’
heathen, as ain’t smart enui! ter do our own
preachin’l”

“ Well,” said Sam Leonard, philosophically,
“ I dunno as I’ve got any serious objections so
long as the cum will let me put a three-card
monte table in one corner of the shebang. I
reckon I could make it pay.”

At which there was a general laugh.

In the mean time, apparently all unconscioas
of the adverse comment in regard to his enter-
prise the Rev. Jimson was enjoying a cocktail
at Mike uincy’s bar.

“ Yas,‘ he remarked to Mike, “ everything is
all ready for business, and next Sunday I’ll
whoop ’er up in a way that’ll startle the na-
tives. ’

“ Better look out the natives don’t whoop you
up, to ther limb of a tree,” Mike advised. “ I
reckon e won’t make many converts, here in
Pokerv lle, an’ I did heer Screechin’ Sam say——
an’ Sam aire ther bully o’ the place—that he had
ordered Carpenter Jones to prepare a w an
overcoat for you i”

NOW, $113 was consoling news, for a timid
SPM‘WO undergo; but, to all intents and pur-
poaes the new Preacher of Pokerville was not
one of the timid sort for he simply shrugged his
shoulders, and smil . ,

“ He who does right. and teaches what is
right, need have no fear!” he replied.

The foregoin had happened in the early part
of the week: e remainder of the week. the
Reverend Mr. J imson spent the most of his time
at the Pokerville Club. ‘

Sometimes he drank. sometimes he gambled,
and at all times succeeded in making himself a
conspicuous figure.

Who was be? what was he? was the problem
that “ knocked the Pokervillians silly,” as they
expressed it. If he was a preacher. he certainly

was a queer one, and by no means as strict in
habits as his brethren of the pulpit usually are.
The week dragged alon , and, at last. Sunday
arrived, on which day okerville was to hear
its first sermon. . .
Sunday, in l’okerville, hitherto, had not dif-

occasion, its citizens were on the qm’ hive With
excitement and speculation as to what the day
would bring forth.

The Reverend Jim Jimson was going to
“ whoop ’er up,” on the subject of religion.

Had there been a circus in town, the excite-
ment could have been no greater.

CHAPTER II.
THE STORY OF A FRAUD.

WHEN Deadwood Dick left Cincinnati, here-
tofore related, he went straight to St. Louis, to
hunt up Simeon Ship, Who was in need of the
services of a detective.

In writing to Mr. Clincher, Snip had not
given his address, and Clincher had forgotten
what it was, himself; so practically there re-
mained nothing for Deadwood Dick to do, but
to hunt up Snip as best he could.

It was a dam , misty morning, and hangin
low over the City was a great black pal o
smoke that precluded the possibility of seein
the sk ', the smoke coming from the thousan
manu actories and many steamers plying. up
and down the Mississippi.

Dick had made some inquiries, on the train,
and taking a cab, at the depot, was driven to
the Planter’s Hotel, where he registered, and at
once sought for information as to Simeon Snip;
but, no one appeared to know anything about
such a citizen.

D'ck next sought out a City Directory, gave
the acareful search and was at last success-
ful in locating his man. _Mr. Simeon Snip,
commission merchant, 1‘98)de at No. —- Mis-
souri avenue. »

So, calling a cab, in due time the detective
was set down in front of a palatial residence,
which occupied the center of a well-kept lawn.

Crossing the lawn and ascendinglthe piazza,
Dick rung the bell—a summons at Insan-
swered by a good-looking German girl.

“ Is Mr. Snilp at home!” Dick inquired.

“ No, sir. e vas not.” \

“ Do you know where he is?”

 

“ Neinl He vas go avay off somewheres.”
“ Is an of his family at home?”
“ Yes, iss Sally is. ’

“ Can I see her?

“I vil find cud. Yoost step into der parlor
and vait.”

Dick found himself in a tastily furnished

room. »

Dick had been seated but a couple of minutes
when a young lady entered the room.

She was about ei hteen years of age of slight
‘ build. rather fresh- seed. and gocddoo ing.

“ Did you wish to see me, sir?” she asked.

“If you please,” Dick replied. “Am Iad-
dressing Miss Snip?” _

t “Yes,”sir,I am Miss Snip. What canI do
or on? -

“ called to see your father,” Dick replied.
“but the servant girl told in
at home. So I thought I hadth see out”

“No, pa is not at home.’ no a week
ago for Ramada.” . I  "

“Nevada! Why, his friend-,1}. .Chncher, of
Cincinnati, received a letter from him only
yesterday, askin him to send him a first-class
detective. So r. Clincher prevailed upon me
to hasten to St. Louis.”

“ That letter was mailed near] two weeks
ago, and must have been misl or detained
somewhere in transit, for I remember distinct—
1 when mailed it. He said: ‘I’ll wait a
fzw days t for an anew», and if none comes
I’ll start out alone.’ No answer came; so he
started. Are you a detective, sir?”

“I am. y name is Bristol. Do you know
what it was your father wanted of me, Miss
Snip!” ‘

    

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cenn ..

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bought heavily of the stock of a mine nown as

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{1. t“ went to see the mine but bought the stock, sim— and flashing the light of a large bull’s-eye lan- However, there was no help for it, and so he
.4; ply on the strength of the glowing accounts tern upon, the horseman and at the same time passed the night sitting by the fire, arousing
sent him by a school-boy friend, as he s ke of

him, named David Dale, who claim to be
principal stockholder in the mine. I believe

papa invested to the extent of something like
ten thousand dollars.”

“A very unbusiness—like way of doing busi-
ness I should say!” Dick observed.

“ It was because papa placed the most ab-
Solute confidence in David Dale, who had been
p,” a school-boy friend, as I said, and I think, too,
:1"; that he is in some way related to papa.
- k “ Well, a year passed, after apa had made
, i the investment, and then Dale eclared a divi-
rzf,“ fiend, which papa considered very satisfactory,
:‘=.' but, before another year had elapsed, Dale wrote
’ i that the mine had played out, and the yield was
{r i not large enough to pay for the working; Conse-

«, quently the stock was worthless, and the mine

3,, had been abandoned. Dale wrote that he had

“7% succeeded in disposing of his stock, at five cents
likewise.

 

“ But, papa being an honorable man, would
. not do anything of the sort. He would not
 . knowingly sw1ndle anybody out of a cent; so
he put away the stock certificates in his safe,
and considered himself lucky that he had in-
vested no more than he had.”

“ Well, is that all?” Dick asked.

“No. Matters ran along until a few weeks
ago, when father was astounded to learn,
through a man from Nevada, that the Electric
Mine had not failed or been abandoned at all,
but had continued to prosper, and was doing
better than ever. David Dale was in full pos-
session, and rapidly acquiring an immense for-
time!”

“ I suppose your father was mad, then i”

“Mad? Well, I should say so! He at once
sent the letter to ,Mr. Clincher of Cincinnati.
As no detective came be packed up his valise,
and started off alone, in spite of my protesta-
tions. Oh! sir, I fear that something fearful
will happen. I am worried and sick over the
matter.

“Oh! I wouldn’t worry, for I presume, as he
still has his stock certificates, he will maintain
his property rights. As there seems nothing for
me to do, I guess I’ll be going.”

“No! no! I have something for you todo.
i You must go in search of my father. Before
v it he left, hetold me that, if a detective should

 come, to send him at once to Pokerville, He

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 on the dollar, and advised papa to try and do
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left two hundred dollars to ive to the detective,
to defray his expenses. W
p » once?”

 _ “ I will," Dick replied. “The fastest con-
' :5 veyances shall carry me, for in the wild country
 where. our father has gone, he may find the
., need 0 a friend who is thoroughly posted in
» Wild West ways and I am just that person.”

So he received the two hundred dollars, and,
, '4 bidding Miss Snip good-by, hurriedly took his de-
' parture, and, in an hour’s time was steaming
away toward Denver.

. CHAPTER III.

gt";  seminar sun says “HANDS UP!”

 ‘ . WE will sover Deadwood Dick’s journey

if v to Pokervi e, until he had reached a point

 if about ten miles from the tough little town, as
-1' " being unimportant to our story; but when he

,, ,A reac ed the above-mentioned point, something
. ~ ,. occurred that demanded notice.

/ It was the close of a cold drizzling day, and
Saturday at that.

,1. Dick had been travelin on horseback since

,2. daybreak, and both he an the horse he bestrode
- were greatly fatigued, and the horseman had,

. i for the last few hours, kept a sharp lookout, in
' hepes of discovering some place when to pass

the night with more comfort than out in the

rain. " '

They were in the midst of a tract of wild,
barren country, covered only with blackened
dead scrubaoaks, pine and sage-bush, which are
bad at sometime licked over.

There Were many windfalls and treacherous
arroyas, and, altogether, it was a place 1;; which
one would hardly expect to find a human habi-
tation.

“ I reckon we won’t be apt to find accommo-
-{ dationsin this lonesome place,” Dick mused. “ If
'; _. my compass docs not misdirect me, we cannot
' be far frorn Pokerville: so, I suppose about the
only thing to do is to poke right along until we
“diam” ‘ half h l

eyj ged along for an our anger
and thenogame the event above alluded to. a
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 'pped suddenlme behind a stump,

covering him with a 44-caliber cocked revolver,
cried out, in a sharp, business-like tone of voice:

“ Halt! Hands up, or you’re a dead man!”

Dick immediately obeyed, well realizing that
the man with the lantern was a desperado. The
ring of his voice bespoke that fact.

Dick drew rein, and held up his hands, at the
same time eying the outlaw with a keen, search-
in gaze.

e was a six-footer, in his top-boots, and
though not particularly large of limb, or trunk,
was evidently a. rson of Considerable strength.

He was attir in a suit that had been dyed a
bright scarlet, while his broad-rim hat was of a
like hue. Little of his face could be seen, as he
wore a cowl mask.

Dick noticed three points, however, that would
have esca d less keen eyes.

The out aw’s hands were white, and evidently
not accustomed to manual labor; there was noth-
ing upon his chin, which was visible below the
cowl; and last, but not least, his hair was red,
matching well with the color of his babiliments.

Fixing his lantern on a log so that its full rays
covered horse and rider, he glided toward Dead-
wood Dick with a quick, stealthy step, and
when he had reached the horse’s side, he or—
dered: '

“Take a drop out o' the saddle, to the ground”
and mind ye keep yer dukes well up in the air,
ef ye don’t want ter git salivated!"

Again Dick obeyed. Seemingly he was as
meek as a lamb.

“ I want to see if you haven’t a little coin to
contribute to the missionary fund, for the en-
lightenment of the South Sea. Islanders,” the
outlaw said, as he deliberately proceeded to go
through Dick’s pockets.

“ Who are you 5’” Dick demanded, not par-
ticularly alarmed about his money, for, with
the exce tion of a, few coins, his funds were
secreted n a little pocket underneath the lapel
of his saddle.

“ I’m Scarlet Seth, the flyest road-agent of
the age,” was the grim re ply. “ I’m a dandy,
and don’t yer fergit it!”

“ I won’t!” Dick assured.
the fact fresh and green in my memo . By
the way, my friend, reckon the haul you’ll
make from me to-night won’t be sufiicient capi-
tal to start you in any more eligible business
than you are now engaged in.”

“ Is this all the money you’ve got—a paltry
five dollars,” the road~agent demanded, having
finished searching Dick’s pockets.

“ Why, to be sure, if that is all you found.
Don’t remember just exactly what change I
bad. You don’t expect a traveler in this wil-
derness to be carrying a National Bank around
in'his pockets, these hard times, do on? Why,
when fit to my journe ’s end, I s all have to

“ I’ll always keep

seltlli’ny osinsute, in o r to get anything to
ea

“ Whar ye goin’i”

“To Pokerville. How far off is it?”

“About ten miles. I reckon ye won’t tarry
longviyn that town ’thout mouey.’

‘ , by not?” ,

“’Ca’se the b0 cos 0' Pokerville aire shard
crowd, and of a is ler ain’t got the sugar to set
’em up for ’em handsum, you can bet that feller
glts bounced immeget.”

“Oh, I’ll take my chances!” Dick declared,
cooll . " Well, are you done with me.”

“ es. Git outer yer horse, and skip! Don’t
attempt to t no funny business, neither, or I’ll
nail e. W on yo t to Pokerville tell ’em
that arlet Seth, the§ing-Pin of Road-raiders,
sent his regards, and promised to pay ’em a
visit soon 1”

Dick made no re ly, but. mounting his horse,
rode away toward okerville.

“ It’s lucky for Dick Bristol I was thoughtful
enough to secrete my money,” he mused, “ for,
otherwise the nimble-fingered Seth would have
scooped in a nice boodle. I’m glad he didn’t
take m revolvers, for robably I may need ’em
when get to Pokervile f'f the citizens are as
tough as Mr. Scarlet out ines. Humph! who’d
thought of meetin’ a real bona fide road-agent
in this desolate tract of country?”

Three miles further on. Dick came to a de—
serted cabin, minus both window, sash and
door: but the roof was enough to keep out
the rain, and rider an horse lost no time in

king possession.

Dick was not long in scraping together
enough material to make a rousing fire, and
soon had the cabin as warm as toast.

Unfortunately he had nothing to eat, either
for himself or his horse, a fact that caused
him a pang of regret, for he was very hungry.

 

from a doze now and then, only long enough to
pile on fresh fuel.

Morning at last dawned, bleak and dreary,
and Dick once more set out on his journey,
although neither he nor his horse felt like mov-
ing a limb.

The route now lay through a more fertile sec-
tion, where the land was suitable for filling and
grazing purposes.

An hour’s ride brought him to a little, primi-
tive far -house, where at small expense, he,
succeed in getting a “ square meal,” such as it
was.

“ We kain’t give ye no great shucks of a
spread out,” the Settler said, “ ’cause we’re poor,
an’ have to figger cluss. But, et’s a welcome
sight fer sore eyes when a stranger cums along,
an’ we’re glad to give him the best the shebang
affords!”

After breakfast Dick paid his bill, and feeling
much refreshed, continued his journey, and, at
about ten o’clock that morning, rode into the
straggling little town of Pokerville, which pre-
sented a holiday appearance.

Saloons were wide open, sounds of mus1c is.
sued from the variety theater, early as was
the hour, and quite a crowd was gathered in
front of the edifice, where the Reverend Jim
Jimson to-day proposed to deliver his first ser-
men.

 

CHAPTER IV. , ‘ A
THE HOME or THE DALEs—FATHER AND son.

THE residence of David Dale. owner of the
Electric Mine, was the only one in Pokerville
that made any pretensions to being handsome or
genuinely comfortable. ‘

It stood upon a little rise of ground, overlook-
ing the town, and was built of the stone which
abounded in the vicmity. It was of two sto'
ries, with wings, and was surrounded b a
rustic fence that was quite attractive in itse .

A small piazza overlooked the town, and
also a bay window, which opened upon this
piazza.

The yard in front was adorned ,withfi .
beds and ahrubbery, and here and themiflong
the winding grave ed walk was a rustic settee.

Within, the house was comfortably furnished,
though not luxuriously so, for in that (.ut—of-the-
way locality luxury was a thing as yet compar-
atively unknown.

The parlor boasted of a carpet, sofa, a book-
case and desk, and ictures on the wall, to
which a grate, with a‘cheery fire, added a pleas-
ing effect. ~_

.The Sunday morning on which Jim Jimson
was going to “ open up,” found David Dale and
his son Julian, seated before the grate fire. en-
gaged, conversation at an hour just after day-

reak, when the camp was yet hardly astir.

The reflection of the ruddy firelight upon
their faces, indicated that they were not in the
best of spirits.

David Dale was in his fiftieth year, with s
portly, robust figure, a rather massive counte-
nance, full brown beard, and eyes and hair of a
correspondin hue.

He was a p ain dresser and one would have
hardly judged by his clothes, that he was a man
of wealth.

J ulian, his son, was a strong, athletic young
fellow of four and t“ enty, but did not '
larly resemble his father, inasmuch as is hair
and eyes were etty—black, and his face more
thin and expr ve.

It took but a glance to see that he was a sub-

t of dissipation, for the tip of his nose was

inning to assume the tell-tale hue, and there
were dark rings beneath his none too clear
eyes.

He sported a daintily waxed . mustache, and
be dressed fashionably but not extravagantly.

“It is strange Miller sent us that information,
and yet we have not been able to find out any-
.tbing to verify it!” David Dale remarked, stro
ing his heard in an uneasy, restless fashion. “ If
Snip is coming here, he should, even by slow
stages, have been here several days ago. You
are sure no strangers arrivsd in town yester-
da 1" .

‘3" Yes. I was up until midnight, and none
had come up to that time.”

“rWhat were you doing up so late as that, my

son
“ Obi having a social game of cards!” Julian
rep‘lifid,  ciareless mien. the of
ore e on were in 00m?“
that odious ybuhg woman they call Ffflky
Fan l” David rejoined with a scowl.
“ Sugposing was 2” Julian retorted, somhwhat
defian y. “ iss Fanny is all right, and I can —

    

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lay out the man who dares utter a word against
her, and if I can’t there are plenty who will
help me.”

“ Your enthusiasm over this woman is un-
worthy the name of Dale!” the elder declared.
“ You were born the son of a gentleman, and I
had always ho .d you would be choice of your
associations. ho is this ininngoman—this
. girl, for she is nothing more? 0 one knows
who she is, where she came from, or what is her
pedigree. It can not. be much when she will run
a ming-table.”

‘ Yet, I noticed the other night, that you were
deeply engrossed in a game of cards with her—
deepl engrossed, but whether in the game or in
her, am of course unable to say!” Julian re-
plied, with wicked sarcasm.

The elder Dale fiinched at this, and for several
minutes said nothing: but finally he went on:

“ Yes, I admit I did pla cards with her, but
it was because I had hear you were enamored
of her, and I wanted to discover, if possible, what
kind of a person she was.

“ When she launched herself upon this town,
six months ago, it was in the garb and character
of a young male sport—a character she has since
maintained. She bought out Bob Peterson, and
started a faro game, which she has run ever
since. Now is this becoming of a lady, worthy
of the regard of 9. Dale?”

“ Worthy is all right, but it old Snip should
dro in upon the Dale heritage we m' ht have
to iscount Dale pride and retension, Julian
said, maliciously. “ As for anny Ferris,” he
went on, “ no one can truthfully say a reproach-
ful word of her except that she runs a fare-
. bank. She has told me she has no parents, no

brothers or sisters, and has to depend wholly
upon herself for her support. I admire her for
her inde ndence, her fearlessness, and her
dignity w ich repels undue familiarity l”

“ S ken with the ardor of a gallant swain !”
Davi snoered. “ However, if you want to make
a fool of yourself, I suppose that is your privi-
lege so long as you support yourself!” ‘

‘ Does that imply that you intend to withdraw
from me any further: advances?”

“ Until you cease your attentions to this Fer-
ris woman!”

“ Very well. Then I suppose we might as well
consider ourselves enemies in the future, for I
have no intention of relinquishing my attentions

' to Frisky Fan. If I can induce her to marry
me, I shall do so.”

- “ And di race me and your sisters and your

brothers, e i Don’t dare to attempt such a
thin !” and his face flushed hot with anger.

J iau laughed, mockingly.

“ One won (1 naturally have supposed that, in
an hour of peril, when the impending ax is
swun aloft. a parent would prefer his son’s
frien ship to his enmity. However, all parents
are not a ike, I believe. -morning. I te—
lieve I will go and hear the new preacher!”

Tl? elder sprung to his feet, airly livid with

m on.

” You ingrate!” he cried, “ what do you mean
by those words? Answer me!”

“ I mean l” Julian defiantly replied, “ that,
when old Snip, of St. Louis, arrives, he may
want an able guide to show him the ins and
outs of our noble city. As I am well posted, I
shall most likely apply for the situation. Good-

da !”

fie then espayed to pass from the room, but
his father so zed him, and hauled him back.

“ You will, hey?” grasping Julian by the
throat. “ Do you want me to choke the life out
of you, you scamp?”

‘ Let the boy go I”

Dale was startled, and relinquishing his hold
turned to behold a stranger standing just within
the room, near the ba wind0w—a man attired
in a suit of scarlet, With scarlet hat, and scarlet
mask, the latter covering all of his face but the
chin. And this interesting individual held a
cocked revolver at David Dale’s head.

“ Who are you, and what are you doing heeri‘
David demanded. savagei .

“Easy! eas !” the Scarlet Man replied, good-
humoredly. ‘ ‘ Don’t get excited, Mr. Dale, for,
as I have a little business with you, I want you
to be in full possession of all your faculties.”

Then, turning to Julian, the road-agent added:
' “We will excuse you, Mr. Julian. If you are
in love with Frisky Fan, try to win her, ‘by all
means, for she is well worth any honest man’s
love, and I believe your intentions are honest.
Woe be unto you if the are not. Go I”

Julian bowed and lo the room.

Scarlet Seth then turned his attention to
David Dale, who still stood in the center of the

mom.
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f‘ Well!” returned Dale. “Who are you, why
are you here in this masquerade, and what do
you want?”

“ I want to have a few words with you,”
Scarlet Seth blandly replied, “ in regard to the
case of Mr. Simeon Snip, of St. Louis, and the
case of Frisk Fan, the girl gambler. Sit down,
Mr. Dale. ake yourself at home.”

CHAPTER V.
THE FIRST SERMON IN POKERVILLE.

PROMPTLY at the hour appointed, the doors of
the Reverend Jim J imsou’s church were thrown
open, and the crowd waiting outside thronged
in, and soon every seat was taken.

And such a. crowd it was!

There were men of all grades, but most] of
the rougher element; men who had never n
inside a church, or heard a word of gospel
spoken; men, who long ago in the dim st had
been faithful Sunday—school attendants, ut who
had long since forgotten their early teachings;
men who could loo back on the past when their
mothers taught them that the way of the trans-
gressor is hard; men who were born with a
natural hatred for anything that was good or
elevating—born, as it were, under an evil star.

There were a few, who, once reputable church-
going citizens, had been driven to despair by the
relentless grip of adversity, and, in a weak mo-
ment, had ta en the wron trail; a fewer, who
remembered their early appy days, as con-
nected with church or Sabbath-school, and were
glad of the opportunity to hear a word of good
spoken.

There was also a sprinkling of females in the
audience—miners’ wives and daughters, who
were eager to hear what the Reverend Mr. J im-
son had to say.

It was to be the day of days for Pokerville,
and every one was on the gut vine.

v Prominent amon the audience were the three
lucky gamblers o Pokerville—Miko Quincy,
Sam Leonard and Sandy McPherson, and they
occupied front seats.

In the rear of the audience stood Deadwood
Dick, who had arrived too late to get a seat, and
near him stood Frisky Fan, the girl gambler.

She was one of those eceentric characters oc-
casionally met with in the mining-camps.

She was, apparently, about nineteen years of
age, and possessed a finely molded figure, a
round, pretty face, sunny ir, and blue eyes.
That she was attractive no" , could gainsay.

She was clad in a fashionably-cut suit of male
attire, which set of! her figure to advantage.
Upon her feet were dainty patent leather shoes,
w ile her head was crowned by a jaunty som-
brero of milky-white, pinned up at the left side
with a diamond-studded arrow.

She had been covertly watching Dick for sev-
eral minutes, ere she assayed to speak to him;
then, gradually edging up, she said, in a low
to e-

n .

“ They allow there’s ing to ,be preaching
here to-day, stranger?”  ’

“ So I understand.” Dick replied, with a swift
survey of the girl sport. “ t will be quite a
novelty for the camp], eh?”

" Yes, a govelty t at’s much needed!” Frisky
Fan repli . “ There’s more sinners to the
square rod, herein Pokerville, than in any other
town I know of. If the aloot has ot sand, he’ll
most likely strike it ric , but, if shows any
sign of weakening, the gang will mob him, sure’s
mfinaine is Fanny Ferris.”

ick rightly took this as a hint of introduc-
tion. and accordingly he replied:

“ Fanny Ferris, eh i”

“ Yes. Here in camp they call me Frisky
Fan, for short. I run a bank down the street—-
the only square place of the kind in town.”

Not knowing what sort of a character Miss
Frisky Fan might be, Dick refrained from mak-
ing. any answer. .

he Reverend J imson now stepped from. be-
hind a screen, and entered the extemporized
pulpit, and his appearance was the signal for a
tremendous outburst nf applause.
.Jimson bowed his acknowledgments, and 98‘
tiently waited for the hubbub to cease.

He was cleanly-shaven, his hair was neatly
brushed. and he wore a clean cravat and tie.
On the pulpit in front of him lay a small Bible.

After the first outburst of applause, the rough
audience became so quiet that the drop of a pin
mi ht have been heard.

hen. the Reverend Jimson said:

“ My brothers and sisters, I am highly grati-
fied to look u n so large an audience. to wel-
come my firs appearance here, as a minister of
the gospel. i have come among you to preach
to you the Relay Writ, in hopes that it may do
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our ways for the better, for surely no one can
isten attentively to the word of the divine Mas-
ter, without receiving a real spiritual benefit.

“ It has come to my hearing that there were
certain ones in your town who intended to dis-
turb, and break up my service. but, looking you
over as a body of stalwart men, I cannot believe
that any of you would degrade yourselves by at-
tempting such a heinous and disgraceful of-

use.

“ All I ask of you is your kind attention, for
a little while: I will not detain you long, today,
and when you fio away from my little church,
1 think you wi feel better for having come. I
will preach you a short sermon from Matthew,
fifth chapter, sixth verse.” ‘

There was a faint murmur of applause, but
otherwise, the audience remained perfectly
tractable, and stared interestedly at the red-
headed gentleman in the (pulpit, who, as one
miner expressed it “ coul rattle off sech all-
fired dickshunary langwidge.”

The Reverend Jimson began his sermon in a

clear, comprehensive manner, and spoke with

much eloquence.

Those who had expected to hear a dry, unin-
teresting discourse, were agreeably undeceived,
for Jimson’s talk was full of interest and sug-
gestiveness, from first to the last, and when he
said “ Amen,” there was terrific applause.
J imson then passed around his plug hat, in lieu
of a contribution-box, and the coins poured in-
to it in a stream, until the receptacle became so
heavy the toll-taker had to use both hands to
preventa burst. “

His success as a preacher, in Pokerville, was
established, and who or whatever he might be,
whether a re ularly ordained minister or not,
certain it was e knew how to preach.

While Mr. Jimson was busy taking up the col-
lection, there “ as a disturbance in the front of
the house, caused by the entrance of Screechin’
Sam, the bully of the town, who came stagger-
ing in, loaded up with “ tanglefoot.”

“ Hyer I come!” he roared, “ Screechin’ Sam,
ther Mayor of P V. cryille, ant?!» jest goin’ fer
bu’st up this beer nday~meetin’ bizness, right;
at ther start. I’m bosso’ this burg, Iam an’
by thunder, I’m ther galoot as is gom’ ter css
et. too, you bet! Ther ain't ter be no sich capers
cut up aroun’ hyer on Sunday.
Whar
’til I mount him!”

“ Put him out! put Screechin’Sam out!” cried ’

a chorus of voices.

" Ay! ay! put him out!” shouted the Rev-
erend Jim in vigorous tones. “ His presence
here defiles the house of God i”

“ Whoop-eel yes: jest come an’ put him out ef
ye think ye can!” screamed the Screecher.

‘ Some 0’ ye big duifers jist waltz right for’a’d
an’ et, an’ cuss my boots ef I don’t give ther
gospe chap a chance ter preach er funeral ser~
won. I ain’t afeard 0’ ye. neither one ner all.
Ef ye want ter put me out, why don’t some n’ ye

orner skunks git a move on ye? I’m ready an’.‘

willin .”

The audience made no move, at which Sam '

burst into a roar of boisterous laughter.

He was a very giant in size, and as repulsive '

of aspect as he was huge.

It was evident every one in Pokerville stood '

in fear of him, for no one made a move toward
ejecting him from the building.

“Will not some one put that rumau out?”
cried the Reverend Jimson. “ Such profanity
is horrifying in this place.”

“Wh don’t you come an’ do et,
mouth monkey!” roared Sam._ “. “break
yer back fer yer quicker than a cat kin wmk.”

Dick foresaw here an Opportunity to “make
himself solid” with the citizens of Pokerville,
and, as he had no fear of the Screecher, he
quietly stepped forward, seized the bully by the
nape of his neck and the seat of his trovrers,
Wheeled him face about, deliberately ran him

out of the church, and gave him a “boot-lift”

into the street.

Screechln’ Sam went headlong to the ground

and his head coming in contact

upon ms face’ as knocked senseless.

wig; a bowlcfir, h i
(‘ rse II
to poui9‘il'rom the churc . to see what the result
would be, and when it was discovered that all
the fight was temporarily
tough. there wasahuzza of ap
gambler and tough in general,
shaking hands With the hero of the day.

nsisted

Dick could do no le- tban accommodate all a

the enthusiasts. Ind, by the time they Were all

done. his hand felt as though it was parultyzSdib L

Last, but not least. came the Reveren

Jimson. Screechiu" Sam in the meantime having .'

been carried away by some of his chums.

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“Young man, you’re a brick!” Jimson ex-
Claimed; “you are a brick! You did what
none of the rest of them dared do, though they
were bigger and stronger than you. Accept
my thanks, and, if you have no objections,
what is your name?”

“ Richard M. Bristol. Out here in the West,
I am perhaps better known as Deadwood Dick,
Junior.”

They shook hands, and then, after a few
words, the detective bade Mr. J imson good-
day, and walked away, the observed of all ob-
servers.

A man who had the nerve to give the grand
bounce to a tough of Screechin’ Sam’s des-
perate character, was a person extraordinary,
and one to be looked upon as something phe-
nomenal. At least, so said the Pokervillians.

CHAPTER VI.
FBISKY FAN AT HOME.

A NEW hotel—a great barn-like structure,
built partly of stone and partly of rough boards,
and roofed with slabs—had been recent] erect-
ed in Pokerville by an enterprising rmaii
named Hans Schleck, and it was here Deadwood
Dick had taken up his quarters.

His room was unplastered and uncar ted.
but it was furnished with a comfortable , a
washostand and a chair, about all he had a rea-

,soa to expect.

A_fter bidding good-day to Mr. J imson, he
went back to the hotel, sought his room, and
was soon soundly asleep.

He did not awaken for several hours.

When he did awaken, he did not immediately
get up, but lay ndering over something that
had occurred w ile he was listening to the Rev.
J imson’s sermon.

“ It may be but a coincidence," he mused,
“ but I could not help noticin it, just the same.
The hair of Scarlet Seth t e road-a ant, and
the hair of the Reverend Mr. J imson, s of ex-
actly the same color; then, too, their voices are
stran ely ', 8. Can it be that thepreacher
and t e neuter-eons and theusame per-

 

on?  ., V i I ' .

“ If so, J imson‘is playing a shrewd role, and
for an important purpose. I’ve a notion I’ll try
and keep an eye on his movements while I’m
looking around for old Snip of St. Louis. That
reminds me: I’d better be making some inqui-
ries after Mr. Snip.”

He made a hasty toilet and went down-stairs,
arriving djust in time for dinner.

.After inner he once more sauntered out upon
the street.

There was but one street in Pokerville, and
this did not deserve the credit of the name. All
the buildings in the town, with one exception,
were on this street, and this made the common
thoroughfare quite lon . for, as a usual thing,
Eonsiderable space lay ween each shanty or

case.

The exception mentioned was the residence of
David Dale, which stood upon the knoll, several
hundred ards from the street. .

Its Dich sauntered along, he kept his eye upon
the signs over the doors of the various saloons,
and soon came to a place, heater of appearance
than the rest, over the door of which was a sign,
containing the single word:

“ FERRIS.”

This, then, was Frisky Fan’s resort. _
“ I reckon 1’11 0 in and see Miss Ferris,” con-

' cluded the detect ve, after a moment’s delibera-

tion. “Maybe she can give me some news of
old Snip.” .

Entering the saloon, he found himself in a
cozy room, not large, but well fitted up for that
remote region.

There was a little bar, a taro table, half a
dozen .deal tables and plenty of chairs,

Only about a dozen people were present, and
these were Elnylng poker at the smaller tables.
The taro ta le was .idle.

The bar was presuied over by a colored young
man in a dandified costume. ‘,

Frisky Fan was sauntering about the room
smoking a cigarette, and ev1dently trying to kid
time by doing nothing. _ _

The moment she espied Dick however, she
came quickly forward and extended her hand,

“ Iam glad to see you. Mix—:Mrr— I don‘t
think I know your name,” she said. .

“ My name is Richard Bristol,” Dick replied,
Shaking hands with her.

9‘ Richard Bristol,” she echoed, gazing at him
fixedly. “ I’ve often heard of a man of that
finite who is noted or his detective exploits.

9 'is also called y another name—that of
Deadwood Dick, Junior. But I reckon you are
not that person. I’ve seen him in my dreams

 

often, but he always wore a nice mustache and
long hair.”

“ It strikes me I have heard of the fellow,”
Dick replied. “ Kind of a wild, dare-devil sort
of a cuss, I suppose?”

“ Yes, but as fearless and courageous as a
lion. Do you know, I traveled miles on horse-
back, a couple of years ago. to get a look at
him? But when I got where I expected to find
him, he wasn’t there.”

“ Indeed! You must have taken a great in-
terest in one who did not know that such a per-
son as you was in existence.”

“ I’ve long had a desire to see this Deadwood
Dick—the hero of in dreams. But, come and
sit down, and we wil have some wine while We
chat. Business is always dull with me on Sun.
day, because I don’t allow the faro-table to be
run. Gus! open a bottle of wine.”

Miss Ferris led the way to a retired table,
where they could converse without being over-
heard.

" I was just tickled near to death,” she went
on, volubly, “ when I saw you pitch Screechin’
Sam into the street. He’s been the terror of the
town ever since I have been here, and every one
has been scared to death of him, for he’d just as
lief kill a man as to look at him. You didn’t
seem at all scared.”

“ No use of being afraid of a big blow-hard
like Sam,” Dick replied, with a shrug. “ Give
him one good lickiu , and make him now that
you’re the boss, an be W111 be as meek as a
spring lamb. It’s the 51 , quiet, sneak-rascal
one wants to be on the 100 out for.”

“ You want to keep your eyes wide-awake,
nevertheless. ’ I’ve been in Pokervllle a year,
and I know Screechin’ Sam better than you do.
He’s a desperado from the roots of his hair to
the tips of his toes, and he’ll keep you in sweet
remembrance. If he can’t get even with you in
one way he will in another, never you doubt.”

“ Oh, ’m not afraid of him,” Dick assured.
“I’ve had scrapes with bigger men and come
out ri ht—side-up-with-care. It will be Mr.
Screec er who will need the services of Parson
Jimson at a funeral, if he comes monkeying
around me too much. By the way, Miss Ferris,
whgvt, do you think of the Reverend Jim Jim-
son

“ He is a queer character!” Fan replied, “ and
I don’t knowwhat to make of him. He is cer-
tainly well versed in the Bible, whether he’s a
preacher or a pirate.”

“You are ri ht, there. He evidently knew
what he was ta king about. By the way, Miss
Ferris—” _

“ Call me Fanny, please, or Frisky Fan, as
you like. Miss is good enough for rich men’s
daughters—like old Dale’s, for instance—who
can sit in the parlor and nurse poodle dogs.”

“Ver wel Fanny. Then you must also
call me ick.” ’
"‘Dicki Dick Bristol? Gracious! I behave

you are Deadwood Dick, after all !”

“ You believe uright, for I am that very in-
dividual!”

“ My!” Fan dropped her gaze, while the
color mounted to her temples, for she remem-
bered her hvowed infatuation for the dashing
detective!

“'Fanny,” Dick pursued, pretending not to
notice her confusion, “ I have several questions
to ask, which you may or ma not be able to
answer, as the case may be. '
those that you can?”

“ Of course I will,” she replied, smilingly.

“ Well the first question is, have you ever
heard of Scarlet Seth, the road-agent?”

“ Well, I should say I had. He’s been cavort-
ing around these parts for six months past.
We have but two stages a week, but he manages
to strike them, between here and Bullionvllle,
prettv regular.”

“ How long has this thing been going on?”

“Over Six months.” '

“Second question: How long has the Rev-
erend Jim J imson been here?”

“Since last Monday.” ‘

“ Does any one know where he came from?”

“ I guess not. That seems to bee sort of mys-
tery. if I’m any judge.”

“ Third question: _ I suppose, in a camp so
small as this, the arrival of a stranger is imme-
diately noticed. Do many strangers visit
Pokerville?”

“ ery few—so few, in fact, that it’s a sight
good for weak eyes to see one ride into camp.”

“ How many strangers have been here, lately?”

. “Not one in a month, until the preacher
came last Monday. You’re the second one. ” '

‘ You are sure f ’ "

“Yes, for I keep. pretty well posted an what
is gomg on.”

ill you answer-

Dick reflected.

“ A man named Snip, from St. Louis should
have been here, ere this!” he remarked, “ for he
started days ahead of me. He holds heavy
stock in the Electric Mine, and was coming on
to investigate matters.”

“ Why, David Dale claims to be sole owner
of the Electric.”

“ Exactly, but he isn’t. He induced Ship to
invest heavily in the stock; then, after the first
year, he reported to Ship that the mine had
played out and had been abandoned. Snip, of ,,
course, considered his stock worthless, but still
hung on to his certificates. Recently, he learn-
ed that the mine had never been abandoned at
all, but had kept right on producing, and coin-
ing money.for David Dale. This naturally set
Snip on fire, so to speak and be packed up and
set sail for Poker-Ville, leaving word for me to
follow him.”

“ Did David Dale know he was coming?”

“ I think not.”

“ For if he did, the chances are that Mr. Sui
got snipped before he ot here. Dave Dale isn
a man who will broo any interference. He’s
making too much money out of the Electric to
admit the claims of a second party, and don’t
you forget that! He’d find some way to get rid
of any one whose claim was likely to dispute his
sole ownership.”

“ Do you really think he is as bad as that?”

“ I don’t think—I know it. There are mighty
few people in this camp, who don’t hate him for
the meanness of his ways, even though most of
them have to de nd 11 n him for work. No!
no! Deadwood, i Dave ale ever got an inkling
that our Mr. Snip was coming to Pokerville,
Mr. nip will never et here!”

“Hum!” and Die relapsed into another fit
of reflection. Finally, he asked: '

“ Where is the nearest point where I can
reach a telegraph office communicating with a
main line!”

“ Bullionvllle, eight miles to the south.”

“ Eight miles, chi” and Dick a in meditated.
“ I don’t suppose you know a thoroughly
trustworthy person I could get to take a mes-
sage there or me, and see that it was sent over
the wires, without delay?”

“ Yes. I reckon I do,” Frisky Fan replied.
“ I will go for you, if satisfactory!”

u  ,7

“ Yes. I really have some business in Bul-
lionville, that ought to be attended to. and 1
can kill two birds with one stone. And I should
be very glad to be of any service to the hero of
m dreams!”

.1 ick flushed, and Fnsky' Fan laughed, heart-
1 I

“There, now, we are square!” she cried.
“ You confused me a bit ago. But, what do
you sayll Shall I take the message?” _

“If you will, certainly. But, how about
your place, here?”

“0 ! Gus can run it as Well asI. 80, write
your telegram and I will be 03, at once. I
shall no doubt be detained in Bullionville, until
noon, to—morrow. By that time, the answer
to your telegram will probably be back, and I
can fetch it with me."

“You are exceedingly kind!” Dick said,
“ and I will pay you well for your services.”

“ You’ll not pay me a cent! Gus, order my

_Black Beauty saddled and brought around.”
‘ So Gus ut on his hat, and hastened from the
saloon, w ile the detective took some blank
paper from his pocket, and wrote out the fol-
lowing message: ‘

“ Miss SALLY Slur, .
No.— Missouri Ave., St Louis. 110.:—

“Send me by return telegraph, description of
your father’s person, and especia y of his facial, ap-

pearance.
“R. M. Bais‘ron,
“Bullionvilk. Nwada.”

“There. Have that sent!” Dick enjoined.
“ Here are ten dollars. If that don’t cover the
expenses, let me know on vour return. If an —
thing is left out of it. drink to the health of
hero of your dreams 1”

“You bet I’ll not forget that part!” Frisky

‘Fan replied, with a smile. “ If you will excuse
me now, I will prepare for my journey.”

She vanished through a side door opening of!
the saloon, and was gone abo t five minutes.
When she returned she was res y for the start.

There was but little change in her appear
ance.

She had exchanged her shoes for a pair of
patent-leather top-boots, and her sombrero for
a red-and-white jockey cap, and looked a veri-
table queen of the turf.

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volvers, and slung to her back was a silver-
mounted repeating-rifle.

“ e I’m off now,” she said, extending her
hand to Dick, “and you may look for me back
to-morrow afternoon without fail.”

Dick pressed her hand warmly, and escorting
her from the saloon, assisted her to mount.

A moment more and she was off like the
wind. ~
And a dashing picture she made, for it took
but a glance to see that she was an accomplished
and daring horsewoman.

CHAPTER VII.
A FIGHTING PREACHER.

AFTER the departure of Frisky Fan, Dick re-
turned to her saloon to think over what he was
next to do.

If Frisky Fan was right, that only two stran-
gers had recently entered the town-the preach-
er and himself—then it was certain Simeon
Snip had not yet reached Pokerville.

But why notil

He had had a Week the start of the detective,
and should. have reached his deStination the
same length of time in advance.

Had he been waylaid and killed?

Had by any chance the news of his coming
reached the ears of David Dale, and had be
caused the irate St. Louisan to be put tempora—
rily or wholly out of the way?

here seemed nothin for Dick to do except
toawait an answer to is St. Louis teler ram.
Then, if by chance Mr. Snip should be in oker-
ville, Dick presumed he would have no diffi-
culty in locating him.

It was while these matters were being turned
over in his mind that his reflections were dis-
turbed by an exclamation from Augustus, the
dark bartender of the establishment.

“ ellol hellol dar’s gwine to be fun now, fo’
suah! Dar wine to be a fight ’tween Screech-
in’ Sam an’ e reecherl”

Deadwood Dick 5 rung from his chair, and
hurriedly left the sa oon, to find that Augustus
had spoken the truth.

Down b Mike Quincy’s Pokerville Club, two-
tbirds of t e population of the town were gath-
ered on either side of the street, while in the
middle of the highway Screechin’ Sam and the
Reverend Jimson were stripping to the waist,
preparatory for battle.

Dick hurried to the spot.

“ Why, friend J imson, what does this mean?”
he demanded, approaching the preacher.

“ It means,” replied J imson, savagely, “ that
I wasn’t brought up in the woods to be scar
out b a screech-owl. This cuss they ca 1
Screec in’ Sam, allows that the town ain’t big
enough to hold us both, and so we’re goin’ to de-
cide which one must go.”

“ Thet’s ther music, you bet!” roared the
bully, who did not appear to recognize in Dead-
wood Dick the man who had chucked him out
of the church. “ Thar can’t be no reacher
sagatiate around this burgt, as long as ’m boss,
you bet! And I’m boss il 1 run across the
rantankerou's galoot what can lick me. When
:1 git” licked, I’ll drop my tail-feathers, and

o 1
me of the bully’s cronies cheered at this,
but it was only a feeble cheer.

“ Well, gentlemen, I hope to see a fair and
square fight, if there’s to be a fight at all 1” Dead-
WOod Dick remarked.

“ And that’s what itfs got to bow/declared
Mike Quincy, stepping forward. “ I’m to second
ther preecher an’ Sandy McPherson will do the
same for the Screecher. ’

“Who’s to be referee!” demanded McPher-
son.

“ I choose thet galoot i" cried Screechin’ Sam,

intin to Dick. “ He aire a stranger in this

urg, allow, and therefore, a disinterested
WWW”
“ hat’s your choice?" Quincy asked of J im-

son. .

“ The stranger will suit me well enough,” was
the reply.

“ Very well, then, the stran er will act as ref-
eree,” Quincy announced. “ hat might yer
name be. stra erf’

“,Deadwood ick is what they generally call

me.

“ All right, Dadwood Dick is to be referee,”
Quincy called out. “ Now, get ready, gentle-
men, an’ don’t keep the spectators waiting, for
they’re jest b’ilin’ an’ sloppm’ over the sides
to see ye git to work and meal each other.”

The men were not long in getting ready.

They were soon stripped to the waist, and, as
the were toflght wit bare knuckles, there was
not i more to be done.

y McPherson, who had seen his day in

 

the prize-ring, had marked out a twenty-four
foot ring. in the dust of the street.

Both of the “ to be ” contestants were of about
the same age and hight, but Screechin’ Sam
weighed the most by long odds. His knotty
breast looked as if it might withstand the blow
of a sledge-hammer.

Physically speaking, Parson J imson could not
“ hold a patch to him,” in the matter of muscu—
lar development; Nevertheless, the parson’s
form was not deficient in muscle, and an expert
judge would have decided that he was wiry,
supple, quick, cautious, and a telling hitter.

When the Screecher had sized up his antago-
nist, he gave a suit! of disgust.

“ I say, preecher, I allow et ain’t hardly a
fair shake ’twixt you an’ me. I kinder feels
ashamed to hammer away at a skinny, narrow-
cliested galoot like you, I do, by thunder! Why,
of I war ter hit ye one good punch in the ribs,
you’d fall apart, sure.”

“ Well, try it, and see!" the Reverend Jimson,
replied, grimly. “ I’ve known people to get
stung, who fooled with the business end of a
hornet. Haven’t you?”

“Get to your places, gentlemen!” called out
DeadWood Dick, who stood with a cocked re«
volver in his right hand, and his watch in his
left. “ This fight is tobe conducted on scientific
principles,and is to be in roundsjot‘ three minutes,
with one minute between each round. And,
please understand this: If I detect any under-
hand or treacherous business, I’ll shoot the man
down like a dog, be he saint or sinner!”

Then, after a moment: ,.

“ Time! Go l” "

The two men advanced toward one another.

It was a strange Sight. to see the Reverend
Jim Jimson, who, only a short time before, had
been delivering gospel to the people, now strip-
ped for aff ray, and ready to “ put up his dukes”

, in the pugilistic arena.

The two men met, and got down to business,
without any parley or nonsense.

The Screecher led with his left, and followed
with his light, both terrific blows, but all they
touched was empty air, for the person had leap-
ed nimbly to one side, and with his right be
dealt the Screecher a blow in the jaw that made
the bull stagger.

They nished out the remainder of that round,
sparring for an opening.

In the second round, the Screecher got in two
clever licks upon J imson’s cheek.

In the third round the fighting was hot and
heavy, but about even, with the odds if anything

‘ in the Screecher’s favor.

Among the audienCe, on either side of the
street, betting had already begun, and the odds
were two to one in favor of the bully.

Fourth round: J imson forced the fighting,
and drew first blood by giving the Screecher a
terrible crack alongside the nose.

In the fifth, sixth and seventh rounds, neither
of the combatants did each other any particu-
lar injury, as both sparred very cleverly for
points.

Whether or no J imson had received any pre-
vious pugilistic schooling, was, of course not
known, but for a man who dished out gospel for
the benefit of sinners, he made a very good
showing as a fighter.

The eighth round pretty effectually settled
which way the battle was going. It was the
fierciest of the series, both men receiving severe
punishment, the round ending by the Parson
knocking his adversary flat upon his back, with
a stinging loft-hander.

The Screecher got up very ‘f groggy," but went
at it with renewed determination, when the
ninth round was called.

But, a sin he Went to and, twice in suc-
cession, rom the terrifiic lows of the fighting
preacher.

Bettors, who had been layin two one on
Screechin’ Sam, n0w tried to he ge, but found
they could not, for, in the opinion of every one
who had witnessed the battle, the bully was
done fora

The tenth round settled the whole business.

The first clip he got at his antagonist, the
person can ht im in under the left jaw, and
once more aid him out in the dirt.

‘his time Screechin‘ Sam did not rise“ to ex-
plain, and for the good reason that be was as in-
sensible as a log.

It was aclean case of knock out, and the bully
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CHAPTER VIII.
[MINI-OWNER AND ROAD-AGENT.

Wn will now return to the parlor of David
Dale’s residence, where we last saw the rich

 

mine-owner and Scarlet Seth, the road-agent.
confronting each other.

“ Sit down! sit down! and take thin s easy,”
the road~agent commanded, coolly. “ e can
talk over matters just as well while Sitting, as
while standing.”

“ I have no matters to talk over with you!”
thundered Dale. “ So begone! or I’ll ring for
my hired man, and have you thrown out.”

‘Ahi yes, so you say, but, what will I be
doing all this time?” and the road-agent patted
his revolver, significantly. “ You’d have a Igolly
good time, throwing me out, David Dalel 0W,
the best and most sensible thing you cando is
to sit down, or this popgun of mine might go
off, by accident, and something awful might
happen. The durned critter gits unruly and
impatient sometimes, and takes matters into its
own hands, and goes off, of its own sweet ac-
cord.”

Dale sunk into an easy—chair, and Scarlet Seth
became seated, close by.

“ Now, to business. I understand that Mr.
Simeon Snip, of St. Louis, is about to pay you a
visit, to investigate matters connected with the
management of the Electric, in which he is a
heavy stockholder. I presume you will be glad
to welcome Mr. Snip!”

“ Oh, without a. doubt !”

“I dare say Mr. Snip will likewise be eager
to iiiterView you!” the road-agent pursued. “ It
appears that Mr. Snip, of St. Louis. has not been
receiving any profit from his investment, for
several years, having been laboring under the
delusion that the Electric had been played out,
and long ago had been abandoned. This delu-
sion was caused by the false report of one ma-
licious schemer, named David Dale.”

“ Who the devil are you, that you know so
much?” the mine magnate growled, savagely.

“ I am Scarlet Seth, the road agent!” was the
reply, “ and I am generally supposed to know
about as much about other peoples’ ibusineSS as
they know themselves. Queer, isn’t it? I never
bot er my head to search after such news, but
it seems to come to me voluntarily. But I was
speaking of Mr. Snip.

“The delusion under which Mr. Snip has I een
laboring for some years past, has at length been
dispelled, and he knows the truth, and is ('OIll-
ing West to demand a settlement. He knrms
that, while he has been receiving-mo profit from
the out ut of the Electric Mine, and has con-
sidered is stock valueless, you have been work-
ing the mine for all it was worth, and feather-
ing your nest to the tune of from twenty-five to
thirt thousand'dollars a year.

“ ow, Mr. Ship, of St. Louis, takes a keen

interest in this case, but, being a church mem-,

ber, anda man of forgiving spirit, no doubt,
when you fill his ckets with rightful divi-
dends, he will be Willing to overlook any set
discrepancies on your art. Honesty is the est
policy at all times, an frequently saves a man
from getting his neck entangled in the meshes
of a rope connected with the limb of a tree!”

“What the deuce do you mean?" Dale de- ‘

manded, eying the road-agent savagely.

“ I mean this i” Scarlet Seth replied grimly.
“ When Mr. Snip arrives in town and demands
a settlement, he must have it, or your life won't
be worth a pieayune. Every cent due him you
must pay over, or one of these fine mornings
you’ll find yourself dangling from the limb of a
tree, the laughing-stock for crows, buzmrds, et
cetera. So sait 1, Scarlet Seth, the road-
agentl '

“ In the second place, I want to impress upon
your active mind another piece of information,
and thafis this: I am aware that on not intend
to make restitution to Mr. Snip Without a strug-
gle. You would even scoop to do murder, be-
fore you would yield up any interest in the
Electric Mine. It is your intention that Mr.
Snip shall not enter this town nithout being
intercepted. So you have stationed a watch as
every approach to Pokerville to stop Mr. Snip,
and turn him over to your tender mercies.

“ Now, let me tell you one thing, David Dale,
and that isn’t tw0: If any harm comes to Simeon
Snip, I’ll put you in urgent need of a ccfin as
sure as I am Scarlet Seth, the road-agent. Do
you hear me?" A

“Yes, I hear you, but that does not signify
that I heed you. I have no bad intentions to-
ward Mr. Snip, and if he comes to Pokerville,
We no doubt can amicably adjust our aflairs
without the interference of desperedoes and the
like. Your interest in the welfare of lfr. Snip
seems something remarkable, considering that
you are an oulaw and a cut-throat.”

“ Haves care!” Scarlet Seth cried sharply,
“or you’ll regretyour words. I haven’t an
great degree of love for you, David Dale, a

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you’d best not arouse my wrath, for I’m a bad
man when I’m filed, and don’t you forget it. I
may be an outlaw, but never a cut—throat.
But, if you don’t mendyour ways, there Will be
some throat-squeezing !”

“ Well, ii0w that you have unburdened, I
hope you will be kind enough to take your de-

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partui'e.

“ Not yet. I have another matter to speak of
-—of Frisky Fan.”

“ What of her?”

“ A great deaL Your son Julian is enamored
of the girl, who is really pretty and charming,
and he is hardly to be blamed for his passion.
But, he is not the only one of Frisky Fan’s ad-
mirers. You, too, are stuck on that pretty face
and figure—you, an old reprobate, who ought to
be thinking of what is in store for you in the
great hereafter, instead of languishin’ after
young women.

“Now! Let me tell you one thing. Frisky
Fan is not for you. Neither is she for your son.
So take my advice and keep away from her.
In fact, I corhmand you to keep away from her.
She is nothing to you, nor ever can be!”

Dale sneered. _ .

“ So you’ve got an iron in the fire, eh .3” he
said, sarcastically. “ One would suppOse, by
your talk, that you held a mortgage on the

irl!"
g “ I do, in this much that I promised her
mother on her dying bed that, outlaw though I
was, I would see to it that no scoundrel should
entrfla her daughter.”

“ umph! very romantic, indeed!” David
Dale again sneercd. “ You are quite a Don
Quixote, to be sure. As for my being stuck on
the girl, you are decidedly off your reckoning,
for I have neither admiration nor respect for
her. She is who ?—the daughter of some
vagrant, no doubt. The very calling she has
chosen bespeaks that fact.”

“Yes, the daughter of a vagrant, David Dale,
and upon your soul rests the responsibility of
the making of that vagrant!” ‘

“ What do you ' mean?” the mine-owner
gasped, turning a shade paler.

“ I mean,” returned Scarlet Seth, “ that, years
ago, you had a sister, who made an unfortunate
marriage, to a man who turned out to be a base
adventurer. After their first child was born he
deserted his wife, and fled for parts unknown,
leavin his wife and child homeless and penni-
less. our sister had no place to go to—no one
to turn to but you.

“So she came to you, and imp ored you to
take her in. She was a weak, sic 1y little wo-
man, unable to work, even had she not been in-
cumbered with her child. After she had pleaded
with you longJ and piteously, you at last con-
sented to take or in albeit it was with ill grace
that you did so, and her life in your magnificent
home was anything but pleasant.

“ She was coldly treated, and made to bitterly
feel that she was a burden, and unWelcome.
The climax came at last. You came home one
night under the influence of drink. Usually of
an ugly temper, even when sober, you Were a
savage when drunk.

“ On this night in particular you were fero—
cious, and found fault with everybody and
everything. .

“ aving gone the rounds, you at last vented
our hellish spite upon your sister. You, David
ale, who claim relationship to the civdized

human race, you deliberately kicked your own
Sister out of your house, into the stormy, Wintry
ni ht, and flung her child after her!

‘ Do you remember that inhuman act? Ah!

es, 1 see you do, by the cpuller upon your face.

on never saw or hear from your sister after
that n! ht. You believed, you hoped, that she
had grahed in the snow!
h “' utsho 13mm: flar wa ,with her babe in

erarms,an‘ was a en in b oodl -
disposed people, who Huged her ybgck to
strength, and took up a collection for her, raise
ing a sufl‘icient sum of money to carry her far
from the scenes of her childhood.

“Eventually she joinedia strolling band of
Gypsies. and thereafter led a nomadic exist-
ence. Six months a o shovdied, in a deserted
cabin, on the outskir s of Virginia City, and 1
attended her in her last hours. She told me her
Kittiful story, told me where I would find her

ughtor, whom she had given another agile,

en

ave her a decent burial. Now,

Dfig‘d Dale, w t have you to say for your-
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f'0nly that I have nothing'to regret.” was the
arm use. “ You needn’t have 'taken the
gm 1:0 ve told me this story, for it does not
w 1110 in the least—not in the least, Sir!”

 

 

And he smote the table with his fist.

“ Only, that if the girl gambler is my sister’s
child, I am not much surprised, for I could not
expect an offspring of a man such as my sister’s
husband was, to amount to much. Blood will
tell, especially bad blood. That’s all I have to
say. Ido not care to discuss the subject any
longer. If you have aired yourself of your
opinions to your satisfaction, why the sooner
you take your departure, the better!”

“ I don’t know that I am very particular
about tearing myself away. I always enjo the
society of cultured gentlemen like yourself, do,
really.”

“ Confound it, will you not go?”

“ When I get ready 1”

“ Vtht more do you want, curse you? Haven‘t
you already drivon me nearly mad?”

“ Have I? “'ell, I am so sorry that you don’t
appreciate my society, and I might as Well go.
Let me warn you, however: I am dead on to
your racket, and if harm comes to Simeon Snip,
I’ll make it necessary for your family to pur-
chase a coffin for you; for I 1! not only avenge
old Simeou’s wrongs, but those of the mother of
Frisky Fan! Good—by !”

And turning, Scarlet Seth left the house,
through the open bay window, as he had en-
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CHAPTER IX.
8 N I P A N D S o N .

Tm: fight was over, and the Reverend J imson
was the hero of the day.

J imson might have preached the Gospel in
Pokervillc ’iil doomsday without acquiring the
“ hold” on the hearts of the Pokervillians that
“ thrashing” Screcchin’ Sam gave him.

“ He’s the stuff!”

“ Prcecher? Why, that feller’s a reg’lar prize
fighter, you bet!”

“ He’s a Jim dandy, anyhow!”

“ Bet he is, an’ he’s all—fired flip with his
tongue, too. Why, I uster go to church, in
Boston, ’fore I kim out heer, an’ I never heerd a
parson as ked spout facts about the Bible beta
ter’n J imson.”

“ Gee! but, didn’t he whale the Screecher,
tho’, boys? Ef Screecher, or any 0’ his pals,
offers ter harm the parson, we’ll skin ’em alive.

“ You bet! Hurrah!”

And the response was a tremendous cheer.

“ An’ thet feller what was referee! He’s
game!”

“ Game is no name for it!” averred one old-
timer who had visited every minin ~town in
the West, in his perambulations. “ I now that
chap or know of him. He’s one of ther smartest
detectives in the \Vest, or in the United States,
fer that matter.

“DetecTive? Who is he?” asked the dozen or

~more curious ones, who had crowded around the

“ old-timer.”

“ His name is Bristol, but he is better known
as Deadwood Dick, Jr. Oh! he’s a \Vinchester,
and don’t you forget it!”

“ What’s a detective doin’ beer in Pokerville?”

The “ old timer” shrugged his shoulders, and
glanced toward the house on the hill.

“Thar may be su’thin’ wrong wi’ Dave Dale’s
bizuess transactions. as needs mvestigatin’!” he
re lied. “ I’ve noticed the boss ain’t so hi h-
spirited for a few days past, as before,” ad ed
another.

Such were the remarks that passed around
among the crowd after the battle.

In the mean time, Mike Quiuc had literally
corraled Dead wood Dick and t e parson in a
3mg Just off the bar-room of the Pokerville

u .

“ Gentlemen,” said Quincy, “ I am a gambler
and an all-around rt, and I admire game
men, black or white, runk or sober, and I have
the honor of being in your company. I ain’t no
slouch, of I ain’t exactly a saint, au’ I’m goin’
ter treat ye to a testimonial o’ my respect and
admiration. For two teetotal strangers to walk
into this town, an’ give Screechin’ Sam the dose
he’s got, all Within a few hours, is miraculous,
and entitles yo :0 ther best ther house aflords.
So, while ther preacher 18 pullin’ on his duds,
I’ll 'go order a feed.”

And the bluff but genial proprietor of the
Pokerville Club vanished through the doorway,
while the Rev. Jim Jimson proceeded to array

himself once more in his clerical-looking gar-r

meats.
Deadwood Dick watched him in silence. ,
The Revorend Jim had not spffered much
through the conflict. His left cheek had swollen
a little. his It was slightly cut, and hispose’ was
somewhat‘s nued; otherwise, he was none the
worse for the tussle.

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“You’re a daisy, parson," Dick said at last.
“ I must admit I was never more surprised in
W life, to see the way you walloped that tough.

here did you get your science?

“Oh! I got it all right. I’m not a spring
chicken, by any means.”

“No, I should judge not.
rooster, rather!”

By the time Jimson was dressed, Mike Quincy
returned, accompanied by his negro servant
who bore a tray full of steaming viands an
three bottles of wine.

If anything, Quincy was a good liver, as was
amply shown by the present “lay-out ” of stew-
ed venison, roast ( uail, corn cake, good butter,
and excellent co 'ee—and all produced in a re-
markably short space of time.

It was a “ feed ’ fit for a king, so to speak, and
Dick and the Reverend Jim did full justice to it,
while Quincy was not backward in helping to
dispose of the dinner.

“ Screechin’ Sam will hardly be likely to
Screech so much, for awhile,” he observed. “ He’s
nigh about run this town for a couple of years—-
he and Dave Dale.”

“ What sort of a man is this Dale?” Dick took
occasion to ask. “ I am somewhat interested in
him.’

“He’s a tyrant, from the word go. He’s a
hard man to deal with, and havin’ plenty 0’
sugar, he’s pretty much his own way, fer it’s
monev that buys the boys here in Pokerville,
an i if Dave Dale should want one put out 0’ his
way to-morrow, he could easy find plenty 0'
men as would do the job, neat and scientific.
Tharforc, about the likeliest thing we kin do is
to keep on the right side of him."

“ On my way to this camp,” remarked Dick,
“I had an interview with/ a road-agent. who
called himself Scarlet Seth. Do you know any-
thing about him i”

“‘ Do I? Well, I reckon. I knew him, afore
he went i ter thet line 0’ trade. He was a good
sort 0’ fel er, but purty wild. Finally he got in-
to a' quarrel, over at Bullionville, and in ther
fracas killed three men. The marshal got after
him, then, and he had to take tocovcr. Since
then his only way of making a'nving seems to
have been by holdin’up| stages, and stoppiu’
hessback travelers. I aveu’t seen him for
some time now. The last time I saw him, was
one night when l was about closin’ up the she.
bang. He waltzed in, unexpectedly,andinvited
me ter divy up the receipts of the day. As my
revolver wasn’t handy, and his was, I most as-
suredly came to time, with the best of grace.
Even after I had given the cuss a matter of
fifty dollars, do ye know he had the nerveto
demand a drink and induce mo ter j’ine him? I
didn’t want to, but the muzzle 0’ his revolver
looked so cold and persuasive, that I reckoned
it would be healthy for me to drink. Oh! Sam
Dale is a daisy, and no mistake!”

“Sam Dale?” echoed the Reverend Jimson,
springing to his feet. “Ye don’t mean Sam
Dale from St. Louis?”

“ Dunno whar he cum from,” Mike replied,
“ but I do know thet, when I know’d him, be-
fore he took ter the road, he signed hisself
Samuel Seth Dale. After he got inter the
“liftin’” bizuess, he called hisself Scarlet Seth!” .

“M own long lost brother-in-law!” mur-
mur the Reverend Jim, and he shook with
emotion. ~

Mike Quincy regarded the preacher with some
surprise, but his surprise was nothing to com-
pare with that of Deadwood Dick.

To Dick an unexpected revelatlon was un-
folded. Was the Reverend Jim Jimson, in
reality, Mr. Simeon Snip, of St. Louis? If so,
why this singular masquerade!l

The Reverend Jim speedily recovered ‘from
his emotion.

“ I know, gentlemen,” he said, “ that you will
not betray my secret. I am not Jimson, but
Simeon Snip of St. Louis. My present mas-
querade is for a purpOSe. When you mentioned
Samuel Seth Dale, you mentioned m own
brother-in-law, whom I have not hear from
for years, and when it became known to me
that he was a road-agent, it rather knocked
me over. f you will not mention that I am
other than Jimson, you will confer a great
favor.”

“ I’m mum as a clam !” Quincy declared. “ I’d
give my last shirt to the man as can do up
Screechin’ Sam the way you did !”

“Mr. Snip can depend on my secrecy.” Di0k
said. “as I journeyed all the way here from
Cincinnati especially to find Mr. Snip!”

The Reverend J im looked amazed.

“ Ye don’t mean that Clincher sent yel” he
ejaculated.

“That’s precisely what I do mean," Dick :0

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lied. “ I left Cincinnati immediately after

I. Clincher received your letter, and went to
St. Louis. There your daughter informed me of
your departure for Pokerville, and I followed,
according to the instructions you had left he-
hind.”

“ Well, by Jerusalem! I’m glad to meet you,
me boy!” and Snip reached his band over the
table to “ shake.” " I had no idear you was the
chap, although I saw ye war purty smart when
ye run that cuss cut of my church. I cottoued
to you at once after that. Mr. Quincy, this fel-
ler is a boss, and don’t you forget it, or else old
Clincher wouldn’t have sent him after me.
Clincher is a shrewd old cuss, and has made a
pile 0’ money, an’ he’s a friend 0’ mine, tno’
we uster fight like cats and dogs when we went
to school to ether. By gracious, Deadwood
Dick, I’m gla to see ye! Shake again!"

And they did shake.
And the dinner passed off right merrily.

 

CHAPTER X.
MAPPING our PLANS.

DINNER dispatched, Quincy excused himself
on the plea of business, and took his leave.

This eft Snip and Deadwood Dick alone.

“ Well, Mr. Snip, I have followed you all the
way here to Nevada, as you requested. accord-
ing to your dagghter; now, what can I do for
you?” demand the detective.

“IVell, not much at resent. And yet you
can, too. I don’t think avid Dale knows I am
in town. By the way, did my daughter give
you an inkling of the object o’ my visit here?"

“Yes. I pretty thoroughly understand your
mission. Your daughter posted me, so far as
she was able. But I never should have believed
you Were Mr. Sni but for your own admission,
even though I ha a suspicion that your J imson
racket was a blind. I sent a messenger to Bul‘
lionville to telegraph to St. Louis for a descrip-
tion of you so 1 would know you when you
arrived. 9f course that description is now un-

n ry.

“ Just so. “Well, the only way to git even
with this man Dale is by strategy. He’s a
shrewd rascal, and, as near as I kin find out. he
purty nigh runs this town. Leastwise, he has
the rough element under his thumb and when
he whistles they ans’ers his call like so many
Mone will do a heap in a town like
this, and I rec on Dave Dale has got the bulge
on me in that respect.

“,I sized that up, immediately upon my ar-
rival here, before I had conceived the minis-,
terial dodge. I wanted time to look up things
before I made an attack. v As Dave and I had
not met, since our boyhood days, I counted on
it that he would not know me, as I have changed
greatly in appearance. So I tarted the church
racket, and licked Screechin’ Sam, in order to
get the gang on m side.

“ But, n0w tha you’re here, I’ll kind 0’ lay
back on my oars, and let you do the most 0’ the
flggerin’.”

‘ Have you seen David Dale?”

I “ Not yet.”

“ Do you not think he would recognize you, if
you were to meet?”

“ I don’t think so. 1 have changed wonder-
fully, since he last saw me.”

“ Do you think he has any idea of your com-
ing to Pokerville?”

‘ I think not. He may have had an emis-
sabiiy in St. Louis, but I think that hagdly prob-
a e.

“ How was it, may I ask :0" questioned the de-
tective, “ that, not having seen this man Dale,
you intrusted money for investment to him!”

“Because I believed him square and honest.
He once wrote me from Milwaukee, of a good
thing in corn—'twas a short crop that year. I
forwarded him a thousand dollars, and he nearl
doubled it. After that, I natterly had con -
deuce in him. Team to me, now, though, as if
he  hev made as much of! o’ my thousand
as I id, if not more. Anyhow, he’s a con-
demned rascal, and when he’s got old Snip after
him he‘s got a tiger 1”

‘° What is your mode of procedure?”

“ I’ll leave a good deal of that to you. But
I will give youan outline of my ideas. In the
first lace, I mint to get hold of the books. Ac-
cord n’ to my inquiries, Dale keeps a book-
keefior. name of Townsend, who does nearly all
his usiness, in the way of taking charge of re-

.cei ts of the output, paying 01! the men—well,

in act, he is a. general manager. This fellow
is {lead fitgpck on the girl sport, Frisky Fan.”
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“ This Frisky Fan likes you. There’s no de-
nyin’ that. I saw it, while preachin’ the ser-
mon. I ruther wish my darter had taken a no-
tion to you while ye war in Saint Louie. Any-
how, through Frisky Fan, you might be able to
gain access to the books, and estimate what my
share of the profits Would be, ownin’, as I do,
twothirds of stock. Are you cute at figgers?”

“By no means an expert accountant, yet 1
can- add and subtract, and divide,” Dick replied,
with a smile.

" I reckon so. If old Snip makes a calcu-
lation, et generally comes out pretty near pat,
and he calculates y0u’ve had a good deal of ex-
perience in various matters.

“Now, what I want ye ter do, is ter git ac-
cess to them books if possible wit .out Dave
Dale’s knowin’ it, and give me an idea 0’ what
I want to demand—that is, give me an idea of
what the mine has produced in the past three
years, in which time I have not received a cent
of dividend. If possible, and nothing seems im-
possible with you detectives, give the books a
thorough overhauling. and then 1 will beable
to make an attack direct. Do you think you
can do it?”

“ I reckon I can manage it somehow.”

“ Good! You do it, and I’ll fix you all right.
Mebbe you want some mone ? If you do, why
jest say so, and old Snip wil produce.”

“ Oh! I’ve mone enough for the present!”
Dick replied. " our daughter gave me the
money you left behind, and that has more than
answered all requirementsso far.”

“All right. And, now, I’ve another su ges-
tion to make. I'm pretty positive that fiDale
don’t know I’m in Pokerville. How would it be
to throw him of! any possible scent?”

“ How do you mean?”

“ By finding out just how much he does know
about my movements.”

“ That wouldn’t be a bad idea; but how am I
to find that out?"

“ You are a detective. I will leave the mat
ter to your own ingenuity.”

Dick reflected a few minutes, with his eyes
leveled at the odd countenance of Mr. Snip.

“ I have an idea how I can work the matter,”
he said, at length. “ Su posing I go to Mr.
Dale. representing mysel as a deteclive from
St. Louis. You have left St. Louis, 3. defaulter,
and have made Pokerville your objective des—
tination. I have followed on our track, and,
knowin that Mr. Dale was a ormer acquaint-
ance 0 yours, I came to him to find out if he
knows anything of your whereabouts. In this
way I may be able to draw out a few ints
that will lead to better developments in the

case.

“ If David Dale is the rogue you take him to
be. and I should presume he is, if I et into his
confidence, it will be advantageous in working
up this case. If he has an idea that you are
coming to Pokerville, he will naturally feel des-
perate, and seek any means of relief. I being a
detective, in search of you, will entitle me to his
confidence, and, in that way, I think, we can
work things nicely. r

“ As for getting access to the books, I shall

have to wait until Frisky Fan returns from

Bullionville, so as to get an introduction to this
man Townsend.” '

“ Your plan is a capital one. I knew you
was a clever chap the first time I sot eyes on ye,
an’ now I’ll sw’ar to it. Heer, let’s have some
0’ this wine, or it will sp’ile fer want of Usage.
Say! what did ye think of my girl Sally? Don’t
beat her every day, eh 3”

“I was very favorably im ressed with your
daughter,” Dick replied, can idly.

“ Yas, Sally’s a good girl. and loves her dad.
I reckon if I never got back to St Louie, her
heart would break. But. now that you’re here,
detegti’ve, to protect me, I reckon old Snip‘s all

“ I don’t think you are seriously in need of a
protector, Judging by what I saw in the street
awhile ago!” DIGk laughed. “ A man who can
handle himself as well as you did, ought to be
able to protect himself.” '

“IVell, I don’t allow no big loafers to walk
over me, that’s flat, an’ nevsr did. I ain’t built
that way.”

“ Good for you. Well. Frisky Fan won’t be
hackuntil to-morrow, so I will drop in toward
(Welling. 0!] Mr Dale, and see what is the state
of his pulse.” '

“ Do so, and remember, if by any accidant I
should suddenly disappear, it is through foul
plav. and you kin lav at to Dave Dale, 01‘ 1"!
emissaries. To make matters doubly 3M6,
I here entrust to you the certificates of my
stock in the Electric Mine. If I should die,
they go to my daughter.”

 

CHAPTER XI.
MISSING i—FAN RETURNS.

IT is now two days later. and in that time
Simeon Snip had disappeared.

Dick had seen nothing of him since this
initial interview.

The Preacher of Pokervillc had as com-
pletely vanished as if the earth had opened
and swallowed him up.

Neither had Dick seen anything of David
Dale nor of his son, nor of Frisky Fan, who,
to all intents, had not yet returned from Bul-
lionvillc. '

Such was the prevailing state of aflairs'

after Parson J imson’s “ scrap” with Screech-
ing Sam.

11 the prevalent hope that Jimson would
turn up, Dick did not bother himself to
prosecute any inquiries, but remained quiet-
ly at the hotel, until the night of the second
da arrived.

’I‘hen he began to grow uneasy, and a sus-
picion of foul p‘av entered his mind. Was
it possible that David Dale had learned of
Snip’s presence, and caused him to be put
out of the way.

If he was guilty enough to perpetrate the
fraud that was alleged, would he not be
likely to protect his ill-gotten gains at any
cost?

What was to be done? Dick asked him.
self. “

Should he make a visit to Dale, and plain-
ly accuse him of having been the cause of
Simeon Snip’s disappearance? ,

Probably he would meet with a flat denial,
and not only that, but it would put David
Dale upon his guard. No! that would not
do.

He must adopt some other tactics.

lie was sitting in the hotel office, weigh-

ing the matter in his mind,'when, feeling a '

tap on the shoulder, he looked up, to find
Frisk Fan standing by his side!

“ ell, well!” he c'aculated. “When did
you rain down. I’ about given up ever
seeing you again!”

“ Is that so? Well, I was detained longer
in Bullionville than I expected. I sent 'our
telegram. and here is the answer,” an she
handed Dick a sealed envelope.

Dick opened the message, and read the,.

following:

" Mn. BRISTOLb—M
eyes. left ear cheWe
roughs, nose warped to one side, and a cast in his
right eye. I am very anxious to know if you have

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heard from him, so anxious, that I shall start for-

Pokervile tomorrow." _
“Confound the luck!” Dick ejaculated, "

putting the message away in his pocket.’

“ What possesses the girl to come here?”

“ Why, has there been any trouble since I
went away? ’ . 3

“ Yes, loads of it. You had hardly get

out of town when Jimson, the preacher, had'

a scl-to‘in the street with Screechin’ Sam!”
“ Who came out Winner?”
“ Jimson. of course. He is a regular old

hycna in a fight, and he did the Screecher up.

in little or no time.”

" Well, what else?” _

" After the scrape I had a chat with Jim-
son, and incidentally learned that he was
only playing this preacher racket to give
him time to look around and get his bearings.
In reality. he is Simeon Snip, of St. Louis,
and has come here to st revenue from his
StOCk in the Electric L inc.”

d Frisky Fan shrugged her pretty shoul-
ers.

“ He will have a good time getting it,” she
declared. ” Dale is a thoroughly unscrupu~
lous wretch, and would squeeZe a WWW 
a pulp before he’d let go of it. here is
Mr. Snip?” ,

“ That’s more than I can sav. I have not
seen him since shortly after the'flfht. Ive
CXpected to see him bob up serehcly at some
unex ected moment. but, somehow, he has
faile to materialize. I feel conszderably
alarmed at his protracted absence.”

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“ Well you may,” Fanny declared; "for,
if the parsou is Mr. Snip. and has disap-
peared, you can bet he did not do it of his
own accord. There’s plenty of rufllans in
this camp who would do a job for Dave Dale
if they were paid for it, and Dale would not
begrudge the outlay of a dollar to save a for-
tune.”

“ But how are We to prove that Dale had
aught to do with Snip’s disappearance? We
have no absolute proof, and it might not be
healthy to openly accuse a man of Dale’s
wealth and influence.”

“ True. But we must trust to our clever-
ness to ferret out the matter. You are a
shrewd detective, and with my co-operation
ought to be able to run the trail out. Don’t

'6u think 0‘?”

“ If I had even a slight clew to work on,
I should feel more confident than Ido at
present. How many are there of David
Dale’s famil ‘1"

“ Himsel and his son, Julian.”

“ What sort of a chap is Julian?”

“ Oh, a pretty good sort of fellow, only
that he is rather impetuous and headstrong
I’ve heard it re-
marked that he and his father did not get
along very well. However, I can’t vouch
for the truth of the matter, as Julian is
rather a reserved man in his private affairs.”

“ You knew him, then?"

“ Well, rather, as both he and his father
have been suitors for my hand in marriage,
and I judge that is why a coldness has
sprung up between them.”

Dick gave a little whistle of surprise.

“ This disclosure may be of use," he said.
“ Which of the two do you favor the most?”

" Neither, so far as that is concerned, as I
have no present intentions of igetting spliced.
I am quite satisfied with my reedom."

“Don’t you think you might coax or com-
pel some information out of J ulian?”

“Possibly. If I can, I will do so. I
have private reasons for wishing that no
harm should come to Mr. Snip, of St. Louis,
and therefore I will help you all I can.”

“You would object to making known to
me these. reasons?” ~

“ Yes, 1 would. By the way, here comes
Julian now. If you will take a seat at an-
other/table, I'll have a chat with him.”

-Dick» at once took the cue, so to speak,
and rising, sauntered‘ away to the further
part of the room, where he dropped into a
seat in such a position that he could watch
Julian and Fan without being readily seen
himself.

Julian entered the hotel office, looking in'

anything but a pleasant mood; but when he

,saw Frisky Fan sitting at the table, his

countenance lighted up wonderfully, and he
took a seat opposite the girl sport in a po-
sition that gave Dicka good view of his
face, while he could not see that of Frisky

‘ Fan.

The two sat and conversed for over an
hour. and once D101! fancied that the girl
SP"rt gave youpg Dales sum of money, :11-
though not posmve. as it Was getting some-
what dark in the omce.

Finally Dick began to grow impatient.

“ She seems to be on excellent terms with
young Dale," he mused, “but I must wait

'. awhile longer and see how matters turn out.

Fan may only be Playing spoons on him to

wonder what she meant
when she declared-that she wanted no harm
to come to old Snip? _ What possible inter-
est can she have in him? There’s a, good
deal han ing back that I do not know, but
must fin out.”

Presently Julian Dale arose, left the office
and entered the bar-room._ .

Then Frisky Fan motioned for Dick to
approach, which he did.

“I. haven’t found out much,” the girl
sport said. “ because I had to be cautious, to
begin with. I learned this much, however:
Julian and his father have had a bitter quar-

 

rel over me, and they are now deadly ene-
mies. Julian has been turned from his fa-
ther‘s door almost penniless, and on the
strength of our acquaintance I gave him
some money.

“Now, when I et another opportunity,
and he is calmer, I’ 1 work him for points
and find out how much he knows. If, h
hook or crook, he can do the old man an i] -
turn, you can bet he will do it. The Dales
are hot-heads, who never forget nor forgive.
Julian will probably get full to-night, and
On such occasions men are liable to be loose-
tongued. Meantime, you had better keep
away from here, for I fancy if Julian saw
us together it might arouse his jealousy, and
so spoil all.”

“Right you are,” Dick replied, and at
once entered the supper room, the repast be-
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CHAPTER XII.
THE ROAD‘AGENT’S s'ronr.
AFTER a hearty supper, Dick souoht the
street. As he passed through the ofice, he
noted that Julian Dale was again seated by

the side of Frisky Fan, but the detective ,

pretended not to see them.

The night outside was a glorious one. The
sky was clear and studded with myriads of
stars, which paled into insignificance in the
efl'ulgent light of the soaring moon, now
nearly at its full.

Dick paused outside the hotel a few min-
utes, deliberating where to 0.. He had no
desire to visit any of the sa oons and gam-
bling houses.

Suddenly an idea came to him.

The day before he had noticed a big slab
shanty, beyond the outskirts of the town—a
rather dilapidated affair, which evidently
had been thrown together, without regard to
style or shape, and he had been informed, on
in uiry, that the building was the ore mill,
an covered the shaft of the Electric Mine.

' So, by a sudden impulse. Dick directed his
footsteps in the direction of the old mill.

The night was as clear as day. and being
well-armed, he had no thought of trouble or
danger.

The mine was about a half-mile distant
from the hotel, but the detective was not long
in covering the distance.

As he drew near the big shed he gazed
searchingly around.

The locality was a desolate one.

The mill was surrounded on all sides by a
tract of country thickly covered with low
bushes, cacti, and briers, with here and there
a gaunt, blasted tree. Grim, slim rocks tow-
ered up here and there to the hight of a man,
looking gray and ghostly in the moonlight.
and over all brooded a sort of supernatural
silence. Even the old grim ore mill looked
dark and forbidding. and its towering smoke.
stack resembled some black giant of ill-
omen.

_“ Rather a gruesome place of a night,”
Dick muttered aloud, as he sat down on a
rock and surveyed his surroundin rs. " Es-
pecially this old mill. If I were 0 a. super-
stitious mind, I should be inclined to suspect
that there had been blood spilled inside of
that old den.”

“ And your suspicions would prove you to
be a correct guesser!” said a lvoice just be-
hind him. ’

Wheeling. Dick uttered a cry of surprise
and anger, for he now once more gazed upon
the masked face and figure of Scarlet Seth.

The road-agent held the “ drop,” too.

“ Curse you!” Dick cried, “what do you
want, now?"

“ Nothing more than a little confidential
chat with you,” was the reply. “ I mean
you no harm, sir. I simply want to can-
vas with on a matter that interests us both.
If you will promise no hostile demonstration,
E’l‘kput up my gun, and sit down and have a

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trust. He was not quite sure but Scarlet
Seth was up to some artful dodge.

“What do you want to talk about?" he
demanded.

“ Well, several matters. One in partic—
ular concerns Mr. Simeon Snip, of St.
Louis!”

“Well,” Dick assented, “put up your
op, and come and sit down in front of me.
’m as gentle as a kitten, unless I’m teased;

then, I generally show my claws.”

The road-agent laughed, as he put away
his revolver,’ came around and threw himself
on the grass, in front of the detective.

“Ye needn’t tell me about yourself,” be
said, “because I‘ve picked up afew point-
ers. If I’d ’a’ known as much about you,
when I held you up, I’d not done it. So
here’s yer money,” and Scarlet Seth tossed
a buckskin pouch into Dead wood Dick’s lap.

“Now, then,” he went on, “we will git
Where is Simeon Snip?”

“ You tell me, and I‘ll tell you. I haven’t
seen him in the last two days.”

“ You came here from St. Louis to assist
him, did on not?”

" Yes, ut not until I had discovered that
he was playing the role of the Reverend Jim
Jimson, did I get a chance to speak to him.
and then, only for a few minutes.”

"Jim J imsonl” echoed the road~agent, in
astonishment. “ You don’t mean that I You
don’t mean the fightin’ preacher war really '
my—war really Simeon Snip of St. Louis?"

“ That’s precisely what I do mean. By
the way. Mr. Road-Agent, who are you, may
I ask, that you know of, and appear to take
such an interest in Snip?” . ,

“I’ll have to tell you a little story, to ex—
plain that. But, by the J umpin’ Jericho, if
Simeon Snip has reall disappeared, there's
been foul play, and know whose door to
lay it at!”

“ David Dale’s?” Dick queried.

“ Exactly,” Seth replied. “ If Simeon
Snip is missin , ye can bet that Dave Dale
had a hand iniis disappearance!”

“Just about in idea." Deadwood Dick re~
plied. “If Mr. nip had been about town,
the past two days, he would most naturally
have hunted me up.”

“ Perzactly! Detective, it remains for you
an: I to ferret this racket out, and if any
harm has come to Simeon Snip, the Lord
have mercy on Dave Dale!”

“Very good. If Dale has been guilty of
what we suspect, he will find himself in hot
water. But you have not explained your
interest in him, and you a road-agent!”

“ Road-agent it is true I am, but that does
not imply that I may not have some good
traits of character. Answer me a question
more, then I will explain what you seeming-
ly want to know I”

“ Sail ahead!” ‘

“ Well. to-night I saw you talking to
Frisky Fan. 1 want to know what your in-
tentions are toward that girl?”

“ Perfectly honorable, sir.
good friend.”

“ She gave you a letter.
that?"

“I don’t know that that is any of your
business, sir!” Dick retorted.

f'It is my businessl" the road-agent de-
clared.

“Pray, how so?” ’ -

“Because Frisky Fan is my own sister’s
child l”

” The deuce you say!” .

“I speak the truth. ’ ,

“Very well, I will take you at your word.
although I am surprised. As to that which
your sister‘s child gave‘me, it was a telegram
sent to me by Miss Sally Snip of St. Louis.
m‘a Bullionville. Is that explanation satis-
factory ‘2”

“Perfectly so. And now yon Win“ the
story. I suppose?"

“Exactly.”

“Well, here it is. such as it is.

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am a poor young woman who had come

est in hopes of better luck, married a rich
Missourian—a trader by profession. The
young woman’s name was Margaret Dale be.
fore her marriage. The Missourian‘s name
you will know later on.

“The younger brother of Margie—they
were orphans—accompanied her to the West,
but soon after the marriage he disappeared,
and no one knew whither he went. He did
not go so far, howover, that he could not
keep posted every few months as to his sis-
ter's life.

“ The marriage was an unhappy one.
Her husband was a hard drinker, and though
when sober he was all right, when drunk he
was too ugly to live with. They endured a
sort of cat and dog’s life together for two
years, and two children were born to them——-
a boy and a girl. The boy died.

“At the end of two years, poor Margie,
with her child in her arms, Went to live with
her elder brother, her husband having de-
serted her and disappeared.

“ This elder brother was a man of vicious
character. The incumbrance of Margie and
her, child upon his hands by no means sweet-
ened his sour temper, and one wild snowy
night, in a fit of rage. he threw Margie out
of doors and her babe after her, and closed
his door upon them.

“What became of them he never knew
until recently. He had lived on in the sup-
position that they had perished in the snow.
But they hadn’t!

“When the younger heard of the elder
brother’s brutal act, he took an oath to mur-
der him. But, first of all, it devolved upon
tigelyi'ounger brother to find Margie and her
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“The elder brother would ‘keep,’ said
this younger brother, who, I might as well
add here, was your humble servant.”

“Indeed?”

“ Yes. But to proceed. I was a long
time finding the trail. I searched like a
bloodhound for it, and was upon the point
of giving up in despair, when I run across a
c ew.

“Margie, in her wanderings, had fallen
in with a band of Gypsies. and she, having
no home, ac0epted t eir offer to become one
of their number. ‘ But this band of nomads
soon utterly disappeared, and I could only
vaguely ascertain, at intervals, where they
ha been seen. I took the trail. I followed
for months, ay, for years. But that failure
had no effect to break my determination to
find my sister. When I took the trail,
Margie‘s child was only a year old. When
I found Margie, the child had grown to bud-
ding womanhood, and was nearly seventeen.
years of age.

“On her deathbed, Margie told me her
story.
“I had, finally, found her in a cabin, on
the outskirts of Virginia City. Here she
had lived for two years, dyingaslow but
certain death. A year before, she had sent
her daughter upon the world to earn enOugh
to keep them from starving. and Fanny had
responded nobly by sending home money
sufficient to provide poor sister with plenty
of food. fuel and medicine, and such luxu-
ries as she might need. But it was no use.
The seal of Death was set upon poor Margie,
and she died in my arms. Before she died,
she tuld: me where to find Fanny, and made
me promise to look after the girl's welfare.
Of course I promised, and, outlaw though I
had then become, through having killed sev-
eral rutfians in a single~handed conflict in
self-defense—I came to these parts. I found
my niece—found a lively. free-hearted and
fearless, honorable girl. When Ifound out
this, I swore to high Heaven' that if it ever
came to my knowledge that mortal man
dared to asperse her name or honor, or in
any way whatsoever seek to injure her, I’d
kill that man with as little compunction as I
would a snake!” ,

 

“ Bravol” cried Dick, heartily; “and
were it a hundred men who attacked you,
instead of one, I‘d stand b you!"

“ Thank you!” Scarlet eth replied. “ I
see I was not mistaken in my estimate of the
kind of a man you are. Shake!”

And shake they did, thereby sealing a
pledge of friendship.

“And now that you have confided so
much to me," Deadwood Dick said, “how
about your brutal brother?”

“ Inquiry resulted in finding out that he
took himself OH to the wild West many
years ago, and I gave up all hopes of finding
him until I came here, where I found him.”

“ Have you had a meeting?"

“ We have, but he did not recognize me
in my disguise of Scarlet Seth, the road-
agent, nor did I mean he should, for I was
not quite prepared to execute my ven-
geanCc.”

“What kind of a looking man is your
brother? I may have seen him.”

“ Have you seen David Dale, the self-
claimed sole owner of the Electric Mine?”

“ No, I have not.”

“Well, when you do see him, you will
have seen my brother.”

“ Your name is Dale. then?”

“Yes, Samuel Seth Dale.”

“And Frisky Fan’s name is Fanny Fer-
ris?” ‘

“ No. My sister assumed a fictitious name
after leaving her husband, and that’s how
Fanny comes to own the name of Ferris.”

Dick remained mute for a moment. Then
he said:

“Well, after all you have told me, you
have not told me the whyfore of your in-
terest in Mr. Snip, of St. Louis."

“ My interest in him,” replied Seth, “ lies in
the fact that he is the man who was once my
sister’s husband."

Deadwood Dick stared at the road-agent
incredulously.

“Great Jupiter! Blame me if I can be-
lieve that!“ he declared.

“It is nevertheless a fact,” Scarlet Seth
replied, grimly.

“ Then. accordin to that, Frisky Fan
must be Ship’s daug tert”

“ She is.”

“ Then. Snip married twice, eh?”

‘ No, only once.”

“Then, how about the St. Louis daugh-
ter?”

“ That is only his daughter by adoption.”

"Aha! I see. Well, as your sister was
Snip’s wife, you are naturally his enemy?”

“ On the contrary, I am not. Snip re-
pented his rash act most sincerely, but it
was when it was too late. He swore off
drinking, joined a church, and I’ve heard
say he came near dying through grief.

“It was not more than six months after I
had taken the trail in search of Margie, that
I encountered Snip in a Western town. It
was in my heart to kill the man at sight, but
when he found out who I was, and what
was my mission, he evinced so much regret
and repentance for what he had done, that I
felt inclined to forgive him.

“ He urged me earnestly to continue my
search until I found Margie. and to facilitate
my search, he gave five thousand dollars,
spot cash, out of his pocket, with directions
that I should draw on him for more, when-
ever I needed it.

“This satisfied me of his penitence, and

the hatred I had formerly entertained for.

him died out. We are all humans, and all
prone to make mistakes, I arguez”

“And a very true saying it 18. I WOW,”
Dick declared.

” Yes, so it is.” replied Set-h. “Well,
days flew into weeks, and weeksmto months,
and months into years, and It was not so
awful long ere I had to draw on old Snip for
money. It absorbs cash mighty fast to
travel, and I was on the go constantly. Not
twice did I send to Ship for large sums of

 

money, but many times, and he never failed
to remit promptly, usually accompanying
each remittance with a characteristic note, in
which he would say: ‘Keep on! keep on!
Never give up the ship! You'll win yetl’

“ When 1 found Mar ie, and after her
death, I telegraphed to nip that she was
dead, but I said nothing about the child, pre-
ferring to withhold that news until later.

“ When I arrived in Pokerville in dis-
guise, I was not long in singling out Frisky
Fan. I found that she was respectable, and
fully able to take care of herself; known to
none except to be admired. And so I choSe
not to disclose my identity to her.”

“ She does not know, then, that you are
her relative?"

“ N0. She may have heard that there
was such a character as Scarlet Seth, but, so
far as knowing that I am in any way related
to her, she does not. I preferred to keep her
in total ignorance until the arrival of her
father, when I would treat them both to a
genuine surprise.

“ On my arrival here I also made some
other unexpected discoveries of no very
slight importance. I found that David Dale
was in possession, and self-claimed owner of
the Electric Mine, and I also heard that the
owuership of the mine had formerly been a
stock company, all of the members of which
were non-residents, except David Dale. I
also learned how David had, after a year’s
time, swindled these stockholders, by notify-
ing them that the mine had played out, and
had been abandoned, whereas, the mine had
been steadily worked since its opening to the
exclusive profit of my villainous brother. I
also learned that Snip, of St. Louis, was one
of the stockholders, and I made up my mind
to do the old man a good turn, by informing
him of the state of affairs, which I did, well
knowing he would lose no time in hastening
hither. But, though I watched, he must
have eluded me. I had little idea that Jim
Jimson, the preacher, was old Snip.”

“ How did you come to learn of my com-
ing here?” i

“ Through a friend of mine who lives in
St. Louis. He telegraphed me at the time
Snip started for Pokerville, and later. when
you started. As you will remember, I ap—
prehended you, but it was not until I saw
you in Pokerville that I tumbled as to who
you were. Now, if Snip has disappeared,
We must find him—you and I. Have you
formed any idea as to the best method to
proceed ?"

“ Nothing definite. Meetme here tomor-
row night, and maybe I’ll have some news
by that time."

The two men shook hands and separated.

After they were at a safe distance away, a
man arose from behind a bowlder, close to
where the foregoing conversation had taken
place, and glided away to Pokerville.

The man was Julian Dale.

CHAPTER XIII.
JULIAN DALE unmssxs:
WHEN Deadwood Dick returned to the
hotel he found Frisky Fan still there, but

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Julian Dale was not in her company, so took ,_

a seat at the ta 1e where she was sittin .

“Well, is th re any news?” he as ed, as
he lit a fragrant Havana, and tipped back in
his chair.

“ Some!” Fan answered, “but not much. ,

I had another chat with Julian. while you

were in at supper, but he left me abruptly,.

and quitted the hotel, immediately after you

“'He did? Did he explain his motivesi‘n
this abrupt action?“ . 4

“No. He said nothing, but got up from
the table, and left.”

“ Do you think he follOWed me?”

“ He might have. He’s got an idea in his
head that you are his rival, and are trying
to cut him out—or, at least, he had such an

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when be commenced to get spooney again, I
told him that I thought well of him, and all
that, but that only one thing could ever in-
duce me to marry him, and that was by his
proving his affection for me by working for
me. He then wanted to know what I wanted
him to do. and I told him.

" I explained that Mr. Snip, otherwise the
Reverend Jim Jimson, had suddenly disap-
peared, and that David Dale probably knew
more about the matter than any one else. It
was for him. Julian, to devote his energies
to the task Of finding Mr. Snip. or what had
become Of him. I had just arrived at this
point, when you left the hotel, and Julian
arose and left also.”

An angry frown mantled Dick’s brow.

“ I don’t like this as much as I might!” he
declared. “If I catch the" fellow dogging
my footsteps, I’ll have to break his head for
him.’

He was exceedingly annoyed.

If Julian had followed, he had most likely
overheard the revelation made by Seth, and
this was something which the detective
would not have had happen for a good deal.

“ Well, if he followed you, I am sure it’s
none of my fault!" Fan said, rather frigidly
-—so frigid y, in fact, that he gave her an in-
quiring glance.

It popped into his head, just then, that
perhaps she had a stronger regard for Julian
than she was willing to admit. If this was
the case, it might alter circumstances con-
siderably.

“I rather Opine I can’t be too careful in
this matter!" he mused.

They chatted awhile longer, and then, as
it was yet early in the evening, Dick con-
cluded that he would pay a visit to Mike
Quincy’s Pokerville Club, while Frisky Fan
announced that she should soon retire, for
the night, being pretty tired from her jour-
ney over from Bullionville.

Nevertheless, she retained her seat at the
table in the hotel office, after Dick had taken
his de arture.

An she had only a few minutes to wait
When Julian Dale re-entered the hotel, and
took the seat Deadwood Dick had'recently
vacated.

His face was dark and sullen; his eyes

, glistening.

“ You cannot deny that you are playing a
double game," he hissed, leaning toward the
girl sport, his midnight orbs fairly blazing.

“ What do you mean ?” Fan demanded
coolly, and apparently unruflled.

“ 1 mean that I saw that fellow sitting here
at the table with you again, a few minutes
ago. What explanation have you to make

‘this time, pray?”

“ I do not know, Mr. Julian Dale, that I

' am under obligations to make «513/ explana-
~ tion to you, except it is that had it not been
. that you were in such haste to leave the hotel,

before, in order to dog Mr. Bristol’s foot-
steps, you could have had a full explanation
ere this. My advice to you, under the exist-
ing circumstances. is to take Horace Greeley's
advice, and go West! You are somewhat
West now, ’tis true, but there’s plenty of
s lacex ’twixt here and the Jumping-01f
ace D ..

“Oh, Fanny! how can you be so cruel.
when you know how truly and devotedly 1
love you ‘2"

“ I don’t know that I’m particularly cruel,”
was the retort. “Not, knowingly, did I
ever kill a hop-toad. much less a Dale. Take
m advice, Julian, and keep wide of the path
0 Deadwood Dick, otherwise Mr. Bristol.
If he catches you dogging him again, you’ll
want a wooden overcoat. He’s not the sort
of a erson to stand that sort of thing.”

“ e’s not caught me yet,” leered ulian.

"Nevertheless, he knows you followed

"19 for he told me so,‘snd advised me to

xwarn on not to repeat the action.”

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“ And is amply able to sustain his opinion
of himself. His mission here is as a detec-
tive, to find Mr. Snip, and he has enlisted
me in his service. Further than that, I will
say—if it will satisfy your jealousy—Mr.
Bristol is no more to me than the man in the
moon.

“But I will add this, Mr. Julian: You
know what I told you you would have to do
ere you ever talked love to me again. Do it,
and then come to me for your answer. That
is all. You must do this, or declare yourself
unworthy of the woman you claim to love so
fondly.”

“I will do your bidding, Fanny, though
it is the first time that a Dale ever knuckied
under to a ‘must !’ But I warn you to be-
ware of that fellow you call Deadwood Dick.
lie is a rank rascal, and I ain’t a bit afraid
to tell him so to his face. If you knew what
I know, you would not hesitate to tell him
so. He is your enemy even more so than
mine.”

“ How so?"

“ Well, since you have so aroused my an-
ger and jealousy. Miss Fanny. Iwill explain.
When I abruptly left you to-night, it was
not with a pang of jealousy in my heart. I
only wanted to see that this SO-called Dead-
wood Dick was worthy of even a word from
your peerless self. So I followed him.

“ He went to the vicinity of the ore-mill,
and whom do you suppose he met there?”

“ I have not the slightest idea,” Fan re-
plied. “ Who?”

“ The person Deadwood Dick met at the
mill was no less a notable gentleman than
Mr. Scarlet Seth, the road-agent and stage-
sto per!”

an uttered an exclamation Of astonish-
ment.

“ I don’t believe it!” she declared.

“ Oh, I didn’t expect you would. Why
should you believe anything bad of your
Adonis? However, maybe you will think
differently, after a while, when 1 tell you
what I overheard.

“ When Deadwood Dick and Scarlet Seth
men, it became evident that the meeting was
prearranged. They sat down and chatted a
while, and then entered upon the main sub-
ject.

“ I cannot here repeat their conversation,
but can give you an outline, so you will un-
derstand.

“ It appears that these shrewd rascals have
been searching for you for some time. and
working out the history of your parentage,
and have at last been successful. They
know the main incidents of your life. from
childhood up, and where your mother died,
near Virginia City, and who your father is.
The latter you do not even know yourself.
Am I not right?” ,

“ GO on,” Frisky Fan said, impassively.
“ You are quite right in that respect. I never
knew m father’s name. “ Go on!”

"‘ We 1,” pursued Julian, triumphantly,
“ it appears that you are the offspring of a
man of immense riches, who is literally
turning the world topsy-turvy in his efforts
to find you. Your father is to be decoyed
here, in expectation of finding you, and on
his arrival is to be captured and be held a
prisoner until he pays a big amount of money
for being told .who and where you are. If
he pays it, he is to be released, and you are
to be restored to him. Before you leave
Pokerville, however, you are to be captured,
and then your father, the honorable parent
who has expended a fortune to find you, will
have to pay over a second large fortune and
sign a certain legal document in order to re-
gain possession of On. ..

“ This, my dear iss Ferris, is the plot of
your Adonis, Deadwood Dick, and the slip-

ery road-agent, Scarlet Sam—the most dia-
OhCal pair' of rascals that stand in shoe-
leather to-day l” '

“ do not believe it! I will not believe
it!” Fanny cried, vehemently. “,This is but

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a made-up story to poison my mind, and, as
you hope, to win me. But it won’t work,
Mr. Julian Dale! Oh! no, no, no!”

Julian elevated his nose in disgust.

“About as much as I expected of you!"
he retorted. “I took the trouble of giving
you the information which I, for your sake,
took the pains to gather, just to draw out
the true side of your nature, well knowing
it would be a thankless task. You have the
privrlege of waiting for the verification of
what 1 have'told you. But please remem—-
her that I am the only person who can avert
this calamity and loss of money; the only
One who can nip the plot in the bud—for I
have only half told you what I know—and
last, but not least, I am the only man who
can tell you where your father is, and save
him from being forced to give up fabulous
sums of money. So you can do as you
please about it. I do not, under your fin-
lady-like treatment, feel inclined to interest
myself further in the matter. Good-night!”

And Julian Dale arose to go.

“Hold on! tell me one thing,” Frisky
Fan said, exeitedly, “and maybe I will be-
lieve you. Who 18 my father—what is his
name?"

Julian smiled significantly.

“ You want to know too much entirely!"
he said. “When you et ready to promise
to be mine I will tell. i will wait twenty-
four hours. Ifl receive no favorable an—
swer by that time, 1 may be tempted to al—
low these villains to proceed with their
schemes,”

And with this the younger Dale strode
from the hotel with the mien of 8. lord, leav-
ing Frisky Fan in a very perturbed state of
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CHAPTER XIV.
A “scoor THAT was A SCOOP, on, POKER
1N POKERVILLE.”

DEADWOOD DICK proceeded to Mike
Quincy’s place.

His entrance Created immediate attention,
and he received nods of recognition from
many patrons of the Club, who had»seen
him run Screechin’ Sam out of the place.

Mike Quincy came forward, with extend-
ed hands, as Dick advanced toward the
center of the room.

“ Pard Dick," said he, “ I am glad to see
you again, for you’re one o’ the kind thet.
air wanted in this camp. Ye’r’ one o’ ther
b'yees what ain’t afeard to tackle ther best
of ’em, you bet. Screechin’ Sam war heer
awhile. ago axin’ after you, and he sez, sez
he: -‘Whar’s thet feller as throw‘d me in
the street? He’s game and has my luv. He
didn‘t make no more bones o’ h’istin’ me out
0‘ that church ’an though I were a consarn-
ed baby. Tell him when he’s got time I’d
like to examine thet grip o’his’n! Ef he
ain’t got a patent-lever vise in his dukes
when he grabs a feller, then I’m a baby!’

“ But I want to introduce you to the big
gun of the camp, who—”

“Hold on!” Deadwood Dick interrupted,
in an undertone. "I want to ask you a
question. When did you last see the
preacher, Jimson ?”

" Haven’t seen him for a couple 0’ days-—
not since he was in here after the fight.
Why?” ~, 4  ‘
“Oh, I didn’t know but you'had 'seen
him!” *1

“No; not hide nor hair of him. But
come. I want to introduce you «to David
Dale,‘ the mine~0wner. Do you ever play.

‘ ‘ Occasionally. ”

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"‘ Fairly.” -

“Then clean him out if you'csn, KW}
watch him, for he‘s as sharp as chain-light-
ning. If I see the game is in your favor,
I’ll.bet on you.”

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lead ahead. I‘m not an eXpert in the jungle, minister, I should have to know about what contents and be satisfied, and run the risk,

but I’ll tackle the tiger.”

~ 80 Quincy led the way to a table near
by, at which was seated no less a personage
than David Dale.

“’ Mr. Dale, I’ll take the liberty of makin
you acquainted with Mr. Dickens, a persona
friend of mine. Dick. old boy. this is Mr.
Dale, proprietor of the Electric Mine ”

Both men acknowledged the introduction
by shaking hands, and then Quincy added:

“I really haven’t time to play to—nigiit,
Mr. Dale. for, as you see, business is rush-
ing. Perhaps, howeVer, my friend, Mr.
Dickens, would not mind giving you a.
whirl.”

“ If it is Mr. Dickens’s pleasure, I don’t
mind trying him a ocial game,” Dale re-
plied. ‘ ‘

“Well. I’m not much of a success as a
gambler,” Dick rejoined. “ but I don’t mind
a game of poker now and then.”

“Very well. guincy, will you oblige us
with the cards an chips?”

Dale lit a fresh cigar, at the same time
eying,“ Mr. Dickens " intently.

“ on are not long in Pokerville, I take
it, Mr. Dickens?” he remarked.

“Only a few days," Dick replied, “and I
shall be here but a few days longer, if I
don’t get something to do.”

h‘?‘ Ah! you are in search of employment,
e ”

u Yes.”

“What is your line of work or profes-
sion?”

"Well, general office work, or assistant
management .of any business, is in my line.
I’ve been in many kinds of business.”

The cards and chips were soon produced,
and the game began. It soon became evi~
dent to the detective that he hadaskilled
Opponent, for Dale played craftily, and won,
the first two or three pots, which were not of
an y considerable amount.

During the play he took occasion to re-
mark:

“ I do not know that you will find it very
easy to get employment here in Pokerville.
I am the only one who gives employment to
the populace, and I have no opening.”

“ Oh, well, if I can’t get work here, I’ve
the whole American country before me,”
Dick replied. /

“The great trbuble with men seeking

chances,” observed Dale. “is that they are.

too scrupulous or particular as to what they
will or will not do. That’s what makes so
many unemployed men and women. There
are plenty of chances always open, where an
intelligent andlactive man, who isn’t stuck
on scruples, could make a. competency for
himself, particularly if he could keep a silent
tongue in his head, and obey orders.”

Dick took the one at once as he dealt the
cards.

“Well. I ain’t what men call rich, but
I won‘t have to buy bread at a cent a loaf
for awhile yet,” he declared. “I’ve rot my
eye on a ranch, however, soon as I add some—
what to my exchequer. I quite agree with
you that the man wanting work generally
comes out at the slim end of the horn, if his
conscience runs his machine.”

“ Just so! Just so!" Mr. Dale acquiesced,
with a nod of approval.

The game progressed, and Dick began to
wm. ‘
Mr. Dale did not ap ar to mind this, as
the pots rarely exceed ten dollars.

In the mean time Mr. Dale said:

“ I said I had no work to give out, but to
a confidential person I could give a job. The
salary would be one hundred and fifty dol-
lars per month. for what time I might. re-
quire the services, and if success followed,
two thousand dollars would be bestowed as
an honorarium, at the expiration of the ser-
vice, which would probably not be of more
than two months’ duration.”

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would be required of me, to entitle me to the
salary you name, and the honorarium, as you
term it,” Dick returned.

“ Just so. And I don‘t mind telling you,
providing you promise secrecy, no matter
whether you accept the offer or not.”

“ I’m close-tongued in matters of business,
always, and if I see an opening here, whether
I take it or not, I have nothing to gain by
loosening my tongue,”

 Good. I like the way you put that. So
I will tell you. My brother-in-law and my
self were formerly owners of the Electric
Mine in this place. A long illness, quite re-
cently, resulted in my brother-in-law becom-
ing hopelessly insane, and at times violent.
Several times, while laboring under a hallu-
cination that I was robbing him, he made at-
tempts upon my life, and it became a terror
to me to meet him, lest he should do me
bodil harm.

“Epinally, out of sheer desperation, and
not wishin to see him committed to an asy-
lum, I ha him confined in a little retreat,
near this town. The first guard I set to
watch him and see that he did not escape,
was a worthless, drunken fellow, and one
night, in one of his drunken states, he got
too near, and in a sudden frenzy, my broth‘
er-in-law pounced upon and killed him.

“The next man deserted after two days’
service, and the last man says I’d better look
for a fourth, as he’s going to throw up the
job, being afraid his patient may break his
chains, and serve him as he did Number One.
So. you see, I am compelled to offer an extra
price, if I can get a man who will stay at his
post. Idon’t want any coward, and I take
it, in sizing you up. that you are not one.”

“ I have never had the reputation of being
one,” Dick assured. “ Mr. Dale, my hand
is worth fifty dollars to open); on.”

“Indeedl I wfinder ‘whttt’ you have got.
Well, I’ll see you, and raise you fifty bet-
ter."

“Good! Fifty better!”

“ Fifty better!”

“ Fifty better!"

And so it went on until all the chips were
in the pot.

Then Dale, whose bet it was. drew a roll
of money from his pocket and laid it upon
the pot.

“ There’s twenty-five hundred better,” he
said. his eyes glittering. “My friend, Mr.
Dickens, will surely not think of covering
that!”

“ Well,” and Dick elevated his eyebrows,
‘and smiled in a way that was both bland
and serene,’ “that is a pretty big raise, Mr.
Dale, and many a widow and orphan would
get lots of comfort out of that pot. Conse-
quently, being an orphan, I cannot afford to
stand any blufiing. I will see your twenty-
five hundred, and go you twenty-five hun-
dred better. Here's the an ar.”

And taking a little rol of big bills from
his pocket, Dick extracted six bills of the
denomination of five hundred dollars each,
and deposited them upon the pot.

For the instant. David Dale was literally
paralyzed. He foresaw that he had made a
bad break.

He held four kings.

If Mr. Dickens, as he knew him, would
raise on twenty-five hundred, why. it was al-
most a sure thing that Mr. Dickens must
have four aces. _

However, the pot was so big that backing
down now was out of the question. .

Four kings must surely Win. unless his
opponent held the invmcible four aces. .

“ Well.” he said, after a moment’s hesita~
tion, “ I shall have to seé you and go You a
thousand better. There’s just that amount
in there.”

And taking a red leather wall’et from his
inside pocket he laid it upon the pile.

“I don’t know that the full amount is
there,” Dick remarked, “but I‘ll take the

 

and—and—let me see how much moneyI
have left.”

Then he took the roll of bills from his
pocket, and counted over slowly, carefully.

By this time a crowd had been attracted
about the table, among whom were the heavy
bettcrs of Pokerville—Mike Quincy, Sam
Leonard, and Sandy McPherson—all of
whom were greatly interested, for such
heavy stakes had never before been laid in
the Pokerville Club.

“ I have just five thousand dollars left-
five thousand cold reenbacks—and I’ll raise
you that amount r. Dale, if you please!”

And the sport detective deposited his
money, accordingly, on top of the other a 
sums in the pot. ' - =_

Dale uttered an oath.

” May I be cursed if I see the raise!” he
cried, furious with rage, “nor shall you
gave all that money, you low-lived gam-

ler!" «

And, with this, he made a grab for the (

pot.

But he didn’t grab! ,*

Mike Quincy evidently anticipated Dale’s
tactics, for be seized his wrist, and jerked
the mine-owner off his chair upon the floor.

“Dave Dale," he cried, “you tried that
racket once before in my place, and I told ,

on then, if ever I caughtryou at it again,

’d put a bullet through you. I ought, by
rights, to do it now, but I’ll let you off this
once more. Leave my saloon, and never
enter it again, for if you do, I’ll shoot you
down as 1 would a coyote!” r '

Dale arose, put on his hat, and, without a
word, slunk from the saloon. ' ; :5,

While Dick “ raked ” in the pot. ' r 

He had got back his own money, and as
much more besides. N “I _ a, ’

musxv FAN DEMANDS AN EXPLANATION. .g’; 7 l

THAT ended the events of that ni ht, 
far as the detective was concerned, an pools-1‘-
eting his winnings and‘ treating the. jubilant i
crowd, he went back to the hotel, and retired 
for the night. “i.

But, he didn’t sleep much, for now nearly  l
every ten h citizen in the camp knew that ‘ , ,
he carrie a large sum of money about him, ,5 
and there was no telling what scheme they 
might conceive to get it away from him. ,,  '
For if the looks of the majority of the Poker-  .
villians was'an index of their characters,- '
they were surely a hard crowd. _ g ' 

So Dick had his revolvers handy, for innit 
stant use, in case of emergency. v, “ii

But, morning came at last, without any: 3‘."
trouble having taken place, and Dick arose; gig 
fora new day of action, feeling but little are  2" .
better for his almost sleepless night in bath»:  

Before going downstairs he carefully - 
amined his revolvers. for, there was no 1319's;
ing how soon he would lie-called upon to use 
them.  ‘ 

It was just dawn when he left the mom. '_
and went down through the hotel office and." 1‘
out upon the street. ' 

The day promised anything but pleasant ,
Weather. for the sky was overcast with sul- ' 
len grayish clouds, and the air had the feel-
ing of rain or snow. '

The town was not yet astir. which was ~
quite satisfactory to Dick, considering whey
he had in view. . vii ‘.- f

Leaving the camp by the southern end 0*
the street. he walked slowly alongOthe stir e-
trail. keeping a sharp lookout on either si e,
as if looking for some one. 01' something”
in particular. .

Directly, when he was about a mile from
the town. he paused at a paint where.“ how ,-
jutting of rock loomed up. at the left'of the
trail. \ '

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scams. or crevices, some of which were big
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matters to a test, by thrusting his hand into
the different apertures—a risky thing to do,
for there was no telling but what he might
lay his hand on a fat rattlesnake, or some
other venomous reptile.

At last he found the place he wanted—a
shallow cavity. in which any small article
eculd be deposited, without danger of its
dropping out of reach.

“‘ This is the place,” Dick muttered, mark-
ing well the location of the crevice. “ I can

"leave my mone there, and no one will think

of looking for 1 .”

So saying, he took from his pocket a neat
little package wrapped in oilskin. It con-
tained all the money he had brought with
him to Pokerville, with the exception of a
few dollars.

“Now, if I get into trouble, they can’t
rob me of much!” he soliloquized. as he
made his way back toward Pokerville,
which was just astir when he entered the
camp.

Among the first persons he encountered
was the girl sport.

Her appearance seemed to indicate that
she had slept but little during the night, for
her eyes were inflamed as if with weeping.

“ Good-morning, Miss Ferris!” Dick said,
raising his hat politely. “You’re abroad

rather early, are you not ‘2”

“I am an early riser, always, sir,” was
the answer, with an air of unmistakable
frigidity. “ More than that. I do not know
thatfiyou longer have any right to speak to
me

“ Indeed? Why. what has caused this
sudden“th ‘ e to come over you, Miss Fer-
ris? Boys in any way offended your, If
I have'I'wishtto apologize, and make all the
reparation that lies in my power.”

3‘“ is it not an ofiense or two men to enter
into». conspiracy against a single woman ?"

“Assuredlv, yes. But I am concerned in
no conspiracy against you. That would be
the last thing I should think of.”

“ Do you deny that last night you met and
had a consultation with Scarlet Seth, the
road-a ant, and that I was one of. the sub-
jects 0 your conversation?”

“I do not deny that fact. I did meet the
road-agent by accident, and ‘he forced me in-

.to any interview with him, the result of
*‘ which‘lwas for

your benefit, rather than
otherwise.” . 7

"Oh! undoubtedlyi” Fan replied, gar-
castically. “I dare_ say you two gentlemen
would come in for your share of the spoils.”

“ Spoils! Why, Miss Ferris, I do not un-
derstand at all what you mean, I assure
' u n ‘ '

“Then I will make it plamer. You and
this rufiian, Scarlet Seth. have entered into
a conspiracy to lure my father, whom I have
never seen, to this place, in search of me.
He is to be, captured, and being. very
wealthy. you hope to bleed him of a big sum
of money before you will show him who I
am, or where I am. If he ponies up, as you
anticipate, you will cause him to meet me
and know that I am his daughter. Then I
am to be kidnapped and you will force him
to give up another big sum of money before
you will restore me to him. Very romantic
plot, isn’t it?”

And the girl sport laughed mockingly,
while Deadwood Dick flushed angrily,

“This is infamous!” he cried, "and 1 see
now who lsat the back of it all—that in.
fernal whelp‘, Julian Dale. Through pure
jealousy he has been trying to poison your
mind a ainst me. ,He dogged my "footsteps
last nig t, sneakingbcur that he is, and over.
heard what passed etwoen Seth and m self.
Then he set to work and manufactnr this
base story to suit his own Villainous pur.

one. ,
“Truth of the matter is. I should never

have learned who you really care. but for
' Scarlet Seth. There is aoconspiracy a inst
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to find your father, and when we find him,
reunite you to him with no thought of ex-
acting a dollar from him.”

“ Who is my father?”

“ Why, I supposed you knew.”

“ I do not. All I know is that mamma
separated from him when I was very small.
She assumed her maiden name, I believe;
leastwise, she would never tell me my fath-
er‘s name.” '

“ I should have thought your dear Julian
would have told you,” Dick said, banter-

ingly.
t was Fan’s turn to flush with indignation
now.

“ It so happens that I have no dear Julian,
nor do I expect to have. Julian Dale is
nothing to me. nor will he ever be. It was
he who told me what I have told you, but
although I did not give much credence to
the story, I made up my mind to lay the
matter before you at the very first op ortu-
nity, as you have seen. I tried to get fulian
to tell me who my father was, but he refused,
unless I would promise to marry him. Of
course I refused to do any such a thing, and
he went off in a huff.”

“ The scoundrel! Just wait till I can get
my hands on him, and I’ll make him dance
juba, and don’t you forget it. I’ll fix him!"
and Dick‘s eyes flashed with anger.

“ Well, if he has been lying to me, as you
say,” Fan replied, “ I hope you will give
him a good thrashing. But you haven’t told
me what my father’s name is yet.”

“ Your father’s name is Simeon Snip. He
is the man whom you first saw in the role of
the Reverend Jim J imson.”

” Good gracious! That pilgrim my father
—-—my father?” ejaculated Fanny. " Really,
Mr. Bristol, it does not seem possible!”

“ It is, nevertheless, true.”

“ How did you find out ?”

“ I received my information from Scarlet
Seth, the road-agent.”

“ Indeed? But what in the world can he
know of me or of my father?”

“ He knows all about you both. Although
now an outlaw, he is really your uncle, and
its such takes a warm interest in your wel-

are.”

“My uncle? Oh, horrible!”

“ Your mother’s brother,” Dick replied.
“ His name is Samuel Seth Dale, and he is a
younger brother of David Dale, who is also
your uncle. Your mother’s maiden name
was not Ferris. as I understand it, but Mar-
garet Dale. She assumed the name of Ferris
after she left your father. For a number of
years, since you Were a child, Seth Dale has
devoted his life to searching for you and your
mother. At last he found her upon her death-
bed. Did you know of your mother’s death?"

“ Yes. Some one sent me notice of her
death. but I did not receive it until after she
had been buried nearly two weeks.”

“ Well, I trust. now. that you are satisfied
that I am not engaged in any conspiracy
against you,” Dick said. With a smile.

. “Quite so, and I am willing to assist you
in all ways I can to find my father.”

“ Well, you may be useful. Keep around
where you can be found very hand , for I
may ,tind something for you to 0 very
soon.

And so saying, Dick bade her goodqnom.
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CHAPTER XVI,
.- 'rnn END.

WHEN Deadwood Dick reached the hotel
it was yet too early for breakfast, so he sat
down in the office to wait and-think.

He had not been seated long when aragged,
dirty-looking boy entered, and cast a search-
ln glance around. .

ing no one but Dick, the boy edged
«twee-Vii, him.

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“He hasn’t got up, yet. I reckon. What
do you want, sonny?” was Dick‘s response.

“ I want to see a feller what’s called Mr.
Dickens!”

“ Hello! what‘s this?" Dick mentally solil»
oquized. “A challenge from David or Julian
Dale, I’ll bet a dollar !”

Aloud. he said:

“ Well, bub, I’m the one you’re looking
for. What do on want, my lad?’7

“I’ve got a etter fur you, an’ I wants -
ten cents for fetchin’ it, ’cause ma told me
to collect toll at both ends. Ma is bizness,
she is!”

“Yes, she appears to be,” Dick replied,
with a laugh, as he took the extended envel—
ope. “ Tell our ma, however, that if her
business abilities are so great, to lay this»
aside toward getting you a pair of boots—”
for the boy was barefooted.

And Dick gave him a bright silver quarter-

“ I hain’t got no change, mister,” the boy
said, handling the coin as though it were a
flimsy piece of glass.

“ Never mind the change. my boy; run
right along. The money is all yours. But,
before you go, I want to ask if you know
the man who gave on this letter?”

“ I reckon. He eeps me trottin‘, lots, an’
never gives much, but you bet, ma she takes
it out on him in de rent.”

“All right. You keep a still tongue in
your head, and call around here every day,
several times, and I’ll maybe have something
for you to do. Do you know what astilt
tongue in the head means?”

“ You mean that I’se to keep mum!”

“ Exactly!”

“ That‘s jes’ what do boss tells me.”

“ He does, eh? Well, here’s your boodle-
Five minutes from now, come back, and
maybe I‘ll have a message to carry. N ow
you can go.”

And the boy skurried away.

Dick, then, once more tipped back in his
chair, opened and began to peruse the letter.

As he had expected. it was from David
Dale, and ran as follows: ‘

" My Dun Mn. DICKENS!—

“ Sim—At the earliest opportunity I wish to apol—
ogize to you for my unseeml and ungentlemanly
conduct of last nix t. That made a confounded
ass of myself, I will admit; and while I do not mind
the pecuniar loss, I do not forget that I am at ill in
your debt. £01; I being banker the chips were not-
cashed for that you paid for in t at last pot.

“If on will do me the honorto call upon me, at.
as y an hour as you can after breakfast. I Willa
cancel my obligations so far as cards are concerned,
and we will Over that other matter.

" Yours, &c.,
. “Dnvm DALI."

“ That other matter!” mused the detec-
tive. “ All is not lost yet. That alleged.
crazy prisoner is Mr. Snip, and I shall cer-
tainly have to accept Mr. Dale’s invitation,
although I now believe that the villain has
secret designs on me. I suspect that he
really knows who I am. and so gives out.
this scheme to entrap me also, as he has en-
trapped old Simeon. But he will reckon
without his host, I opine," and Dick smiled
over the situation. Going to his room, he»
wrote merely the following:

“Mr Dam Sm:—

“ I will see you about ni‘pe o’clock.

* - ours. DICKENS.

“ P. S.-—I shall send by same messenger. Pay at
your end. D."

Then he deSCended to the oflice just in
time to find the boy who had brought the
message.
“Here!” Dick said, handing the lad the
envelope. “Take this to David Dale.
Here‘s a quarter. Make him pay, also, at
the other end of the route. Skip, nowi”

"Sonny ” grinned as he clutched the

quarter. and then the letter, and darted

aws .
AIter breakfast Dick sauntered down to
Mike Quincy‘s and looked in.

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“ Hello, pard!" he saluted. “ Waltz right
up and put your dashboard to the front.
How d’ye want it, hot or cold?"

“Very cold,” Dick replied. “ A good
cigar, please.”

" What! no wake-me-up so early in the
morn’?”

“ Well, no,” Dick replied, “ for—

“ A 00d clear head on our man John,
Is etter thana demijohni"

“ Well, ye'r' not fur off tharl”

As Dick took the cigar, three men entered
the saloon—Julian Dale, Screechin’ Sam,
and—David Dale!

By the mirror back of Quincy’s box, Dick
saw the entree, without turning around to
face his enemies.

He realized in an instant what it meant.
The letter to him was a blind to locate him
and throw him off his guard.

He well knew now that his life hung in
the balance. It was fight, most likely, and
fight to the death. If there was fight, Dick
did not know that he could depend upon
more than one man—Mike Quincy, as his
backer.

He quietly finished lighting his cigar and
then faced about.

The trio had their backs against the wall
opposite him. In Western meaning this
means fight.

“Well,” Dick called out, while to the as-

tonishment of the others he slid a self-cock-
ing six-shooter down out of his sleeves into
his grasp, “ is there anything I can do for
you, gents? I’m the most obliging man in
i'evada. Walk right up. If you want elec-
tricity, I can produce the article.
say!”
“Yes, and I’ll take a trip on this myself?"
cried Quincy, picking up a “ pop ” from the
shelf. ‘31; there’s goin' to be a dance. why
I‘ll haves? fiddle in in"

David Dale uttered an oath.

“ Oh, will you?” he cried. “I’ll have my
revenge, too, on you as well! You have
harbored that scoundrel whom I now know
to be a spy and traitor to my interests, so
down you go, both of you!" 4

Up went his hand as he spoke; but, almost
before Dick could level his own ready
weapon, Quincy’s revolver spoke—once—
twice—thrice—and the pistols of the three
men against the wall exploded harmlessly as
they threw up their arms—death-stricken by
the shots the themselves had challenged.

A scene 0 intense excitement, of course,
ensued, but, Dick was master of the situa«
tion.

Springing upon a chair, he addressed the
men in the now crowded room. and ina clear
statement explained the whole affair, giving
a history of Dale‘s rascalities, and revealing
the identity of Jimson as the wronged Simeon
.Sni , and of Frisk Fan as his child.

Ifiirdly had this een done when cries were
heard on the street, and a moment more the

Your

crowd opened to admit—

The Reverend Jim Jimson and Frisky Fan,
hand in hand!

At which sight the crowd’s huzzas were
deafening.

The “ Reverend ” was compelled to
“orate” again, which he did, confirming,
of course, all that Dick had revealed, and
telling how Dale had spirited him away three
days before, to have him erish ‘of starvation
in a cave up in the hil s, but he had been
found there by Scarlet Seth, and by him re-
leased, and brought safely back to town.

He also fully explained who Seth was, and
announced that, now that their arch-enemy
and persecutor was dead, Scarlet Seth was
no longer road-agent and outlaw, but would,
with their consent. become a citizen of Poker-
ville, and share-owner in the stolen mine—
representing his'own and his niece’s interest.
Would they accept of him, and let bngnes
lbe bygones?

' A hearty “ Ayi” was the response.
So it was decreed; and Seth Dale, taking

 

possession of the Dale Mansion, with Fanny
as housekeeper, soon had the afiairs, not only
of the Electric Mine in good shape, but the
affairs of Pokerville as well, for the town
prospered immensely under his wise and
liberal administration, and he soon became
the favorite of every man, woman and child
in that mountain city!

And Simeon?

Well, he was literally given the freedom
of the town, but his interests called him back
to St. Louis, where, with his adopted and
much—belovedfdaughter “ Sally,” he dispenses
afine hospitality—as a man of his wealth
should.

He cannot lure Fanny, however, away
from her Wild West home. She is her
uncle’s pet and keeper, and there we leave
her, quite happy and content—the real lady
of the now thriving mining center.

And Dick Bristol?

To all denizens of Pokerville he was the
“ King-Pin ” of men; but, ench honor would
not long satisfy one of his restless, adven-
turous nature, and—we shall hear again of
him later!

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68 The Fighting Tra per. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.
76 The Queen's Mus steers. By George Albany.
78 The Mysterious Spy. Bv Arthur M. Grainger.
102 The Masked Ban . By George L. Aiken.
110 The Silent Rifleman. By H. W. Herbert.
125 The Blacksmith Outlaw. _By H. Ainsworth.
133 Body the Rover. By William Carleton.
140 The Three Spaniards. B Geo. Walker.
144 The Hunchback of Notre ame. By Victor Hugo.
1-16 The Doctor DetectIVe. By Geo e Lemuel.
152 Captain Ironnerve. the Counter eiter Chief.
158 The Doomed ozen. By Dr. Frank Powall.
166 Owlet. the Robber Prince. By S. R._ Urban.
179 Conrad, the Convict. By Prof. Gildersleeve.
190 The Three Guardsmen. B Alexander Dumas.
261 Black Sam, the Prairie Thunderbolt. By CoL
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275 The Smut: ler Cutter. B J. D. Conroy}.
812 Kinkfoot rl. the Mounts :1 Scourge. y Mor-
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330 Cop Colt,the shaker City Detective. 0. Morris.
350 Flash Falcon. the Society Detective. y Weldon

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353 Bart Brennan; or, The King of Straight Flush.
Bv John Cuthbert.
366 Tlfia Telegraph Detective. By George Henry
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410 Sarah Brown, Detective. By K. F. Hill.

500 The True-Heart Pards. By Dr. Noel Dunbar,
518 Royal Richard. the Thoroughbred. By J. W.

528  the Foot-Hills Detective. By
534 GgggtMgufiaisdeoe: or. The Counterfeiter’s
Cave. By Marmaduke Dey. _
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BY PHILIP S. WARNE.

61 Patent-Leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake. the Chnrmol.
175 Magnum Arizona; or, Patent-Leather Joe's Big Game.
1193 Captain Mank ; or, Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat.

2319 Jen ard, the Duelist; or, The Mountain Vempinn.
8894 A on in Boy; or, The Dwarfs Revenge.
1363 Little ornado: or, The ()utcnetn of the Glen.
(W8 Little Jingo: or, the Queer Pard.
8873 Little 0h-myl‘1 or, Cnught in His Own Tron.
Little Shoo- lylg‘ Or, A Race {or 5 Reach.
8 Little Leuther- reaches; or, Old Jumbo’oCnru.)
481 Little Ah Evin; or, The Curse of Blood.
4.31 Colorado Rate A ’l‘slo of tho dines.
Three Jolly l’ardn.
517 Jlim Gladden’fl Deput .
527 The Jolly l’ardn to t e Rene-e.
51? Sandy Andy; or. A Good Man Down.
6515 Lariat Lil; orY The Cut for A Life.
5? 4 Old Won—eptop, the Man with tho Dogs}
598 keen Clem. the Ranch Imp.
599 Jim Dandy, the No-Nuue Sport.

BY CAPTAIN FRED. WHITTAKER. l

15 The Rea-Cat; or. The Witch of Dnrien.

29 The Dumb 1’ eg‘or, The Doge’s Daughter.

48 Dick Darling. t e ony Expreos Rider.

50 Lance and nggoz or, Th9 Children of the Chnco.
154113119 Sw‘n-d fluntgrn; or. The Land of the lie hunt Riders.
159 The Lost Captain; or, bklpper .lnbez Cofllu’o ruin to tho

0 en Polnr Sen.
800 The Boy Bedouin” or. Tho Brothers of tho Plumod Lance.
214 Wolf 311‘, the Robber of the Rhine.
849 Milo carer, tho Auimll King; or,'I'ho Round the World

Wanderer.
265 The r Tamer : or, Tho Losguo of tho Junglo.
881 Black ink. the Demon Rider.
895 California Joe’s War Trail.

BY BUOKSKIN SAM (Major Sun. 5. 11111101
284 gltikRocky‘n "Boyeee; or, Benito, the Young Hono-
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S48 Giant George; or, The Anz’l of tho Ringo.
275 Arizona Jack 3 or. Giant Georgo’l Pard.
897 The Tarantula oi‘ Tao: ' or. Giant Goorgo'u Revengo.
307 '13:... Strange yard; or, Little 3...:- mm. Hunt.
818 her-whooz. leer-whoa; or, The Tsmntuln ome.
82? Cree Inc ‘at, the Caddo; or, The Red nndWhltoPardn.
839 1‘ ‘red: or, The Tonkawny’e Trust.
844 The Fighting Trio: or. Rattlesnake, the Tonhwey.
“$9 Wild “ 011'; or, Big-Foot Wallnce to the Front.
807 The Ranch Raider; or, The Siege 01’ Fort Purgatory.
III‘GI'o
hiota, the Creek 3 or, The Three Thundubolto.
881 Randera Bill: or. Frio Frank to the Front.
898 Romeo and the Reds; or, The Bel-ozqu Ranch.
404 Little Lariat: or Pecan Pete's Big lump-go.
414 The Daley from enver.
427 The Three 'l‘rnllorn; or, Old Rocky on tho Ramp-(0o ,
442 Bluff Bill; or, The Lynx olthe Leonn.
455 Little Lone Star: or, The Belle of tho Clbolo.

 

BY EDWARD WILLETT.

16? Ana Scott, the Stenmbnnt Boy.

199 Featherweight the Boy Champion ofthe Mnsklngnm.
328 Ozark Ali“ or, Featherweight Among the Outlaws.

282 The Typo Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tnmp.
295 Fearlene Phil; or. The King of Qunrtzville.

311 The Rovin 8 art: or, The Pride of Chuckaluclr Cam).
8%! Non the 1M tivet or, Klt Ken on's Vendetta.
840 Clip 0 Contortionlnt: or. The lontmn Vlgilnntoo.

.BY J. C. COWDRICK.
8.0 Silverolilaok, tho Mon 0! Myutery.
869 Shanta. the Gold King; or, For Sovon Yonn Dead.
480 The Detective’a Apprentice: or. A Boy Without A
nm

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4" Cibut. John: or, Rodeot Timon nt Ante Bnr.
d Scoot.

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. t ll.oil’irtixnthlmfk Brno.
t al‘fi 3:3 Icoo mama.

584 The Engineer 1 etective.

586 Broadway Billy’s ‘Dilllkllty.’

548 Mart, the Night Expresl Detective.

551’ Broadwa Billy’s Death Racket.

“Re the Younl Enzlnm.

SD” or, Brondwny Blily'l Surprise-Party.
598 The Bo l’in erton.

805 Willis; 0’ Broadway; or, The Boy Demure. Bl: Inning.

BY JO PIERCE.
89?, oh 0’ the Bower t or, The Prlnco of Mulberry Street.
415 Vagabond De tivet 0?. 3°"?! 3°55“
45. Hot. ur Bob’. the StreetPBoy Detectin-
4010 The wyer n Shadow; "r. Luh’l um.
7‘ {Amy JmhthoyYoun Hone-Kigbwn.
a 81-. t o oung erryman
ire Pointn Phil.
J ern, tho Butcher Boy Detective.
In; or. Five Point: Phil’s lie-o‘oYlOo
River Nat. the Pier Detective.
tlln Rex, the Pride oftho Sixth Won!-
0 File or. the Stable Boy Detective.
e. the Shadow. '
J not, the no Boy Detective.
lyn Ben. the On-Hls-meliook D.
ave-ant Pete. the Secret am..-
588 Jan -Lantern, tho (In .5.
608 Wide-Awake Bert, the sweater.

BY CAPTAIN MAYBE Rm.
1 Di It or, The Yellow Chief’s V
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898 Kid-Glove Kit and Pardt of. Th0 0°“ Kilt-
403 The Mad Man-Hunter: 01'. The Mm"! of Gold--

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.0 Roaring Ral h Roekwood, tho Ran}...
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BY ALBERT W. AIKEN.

11 The Two Detectives; 0r,The Fortunes orn Bowery Girl.
76 Abe Colt. the Crow-Killer.
79 501 Ginger, the Ginnt 'l‘re per.
288 Joe Ban of Angels and "in Boy Pard.
447 New 1 ork Nat. A Title of Tricks and Trap- ln antbm
458 New Eniland Nick; or. The Fortunes oinFounauu‘.
464 Nimble .'ick, the Cinus Prince.
498 Tune Ted. tne Arizonn Sport.
510 Cool Colorado, the Hall—Breed Detective.
518 Cool Colorado in N (9' York.

BY GEORGE “'ALDO BROWNE .
Band Rock the Man from Texas.
The read Rider; or, The Texan Duolint.
99 The Tiger 01’ Tuon: or. Dandy Rock’. Ann].
115 The Mad Miner: or, Dandy Rock’s Doom,
181 The Golden Hand: or, Dnndv Rock to the Roman.
164 Dandy Rock’s: Pledfe; or, Hunted to Death.
1'28 Dandy Book’s Blvn : 0!. Tho Haunted Maid ol'l'nonl

88
90

BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAMS.
84 Ore n Sol; or, Nick “'hiflles’lBoySp .
46 (Hefty-Eye, the Great Shot of the West. y
54 Ned Hazel the Boy Trapper.
56 Nick Whi en’n I et; or, in The Valley ofDenth.
60 The White Indian; or, The Scout ol‘the Yell.)le
70 Old Z1 ’I Cabin: or, The Greenhorn in the Woodl.
81 Lilhtnfng Jo, the Terror of the Prairie.
85 Buck Ruekram; or, Bees, the Female Trs My,
247 Old Grizzly and His Pete; or, The Wil Hun”...
'51 Lixht-houne Lixe: or, Osceola, the Firebrnnd.
.57 The Lont Hunters; or The Underflound Gun
'88 The Scalp King; or, The Human Thunderbolt.

BY ROGER STARBUCK.

25 The Boy Captain: or, The Pirate’s Daughter.
114 The Black Schooner; or. Jib Junk. the Old Tar.
259 The Golden Harpoon: or, Lost Among the Float.
84-8 Fire-"eels' or, Old Shlnfllnt, the Death-Shadow.
854 Big Horn lite. the Hill Tramp; or, Tho Odd Pub.
861 The Phantom Light-house.
870 Breaker Ben, the Reef-Runner.

BY WILLIAM R. EYSTER.

190 Dnnd_ Burke; or. The Tigers of High Pine.
910 Faro Frank; or, Dondy Duke’s GmDowu Pardo,

BY COLONEL DELLE SARA.

108 The Lion ofthe Scat Or, The Vniled Lady.
188 Cool Demon." or. The Gunbler’s Big Game.

BY’JAMES L. BOWEN

10'! One-E ed film: or. The Abandoned Forest Home.
110 The B aek steed oi'the l’ralrien. A Story of Texan.

BY C. DITNNI‘NG CLARK.

185 Captain Paul: or, The Boy Sp ' of the Mountainl.
880 The 1 ankeo Rajah ; or. Thai-me of the Block shoal.

. BY GEORGE C. JENKS.
486 Git Thar Owney the Unknown.
492 Git Thar Owney’n Pledge.
518 The Demon Dos-tor.
581 Double-Curve Dan. the Pitcher Detecth »
593 Flute, the Singer Detective.

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR. U. S. A.
191 Bulalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhukor; or, The Doomed

Thirteen.
194 Bulalo Bill’s Bet; or, Tho Gambler Guido.

BY CHARLES E. LASALLIL

50 Kurt Bunker, the Trapper.
5! The White Buflalo. A Tsls of the Northwest.

BY JOHN J. MARSHALL.

‘0 Roving Ben. A Story ofn Young American.
01 The Outlaw Brothers: or, The Cnptlve o! tho Hnrpu.

BY WM. 6. PATTI-ZN.

489 The Diamond Sport; or, Tho Double Fm oiled M
519 0a tain Myoterg; or.Flve in Ono.

531 DJ. Dare the port from Denvnr.

587 Old Bomb-hell. the Ranger Demuya,

604 Iron Fern, the Man of Fire.

BY MAJOR E. L. ST. VBAH‘. 7

tone Bob, Ind Hls Lightning Horne
85. o-Mtone Tom. the Arlzonn Boy ol‘“3nnd.”;
3%9 Rurnnro Dave. the Young Chanwinn Wrentlor.
I 1 bolt Chrin, tho You Herd-Shell
.80 Ava anohe Alf. tho Footh Us Guide.

Jenner Joe. of tho Monntnin Mail-Lina.

BY EDWARD S. ELLIS.
0 Bill Blddon, Tro or.
Seth Jonea; or 'F o Cnptivoo oltho Frontier.
N t The Fete of tho Sioux Caption.

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sea. Th: llalf-Blod’d‘; 5%? hi»... ol‘tltill’lnlno.

.71 The Huge Hunter: or, Tho Stenm Prolrlo 11..
BY MAJOR LEWIS W. CARSON.
Three Trang . Th M an...

:3: Rio.“ Joe; or, o WillarSnirlt afghan)...“

BY FRANK DUMONT.

O Branded "end: or, The Mu ofM .
1:? wild—Fire. the Bose of the 3...; "my
140 Blue Blane” or The Break 0’ 1).y Boy. of
171 Ebon Dan; or. The Rlvnl Long“... 3°“! h
185 Evil ye: or, The Vultures ol' the Rio Grandg.

BY CAPT. MARK WILTON.
k The Red Lasso. ' '
 Yfigggflfif 0:, The Riot It Keno Cup.
.80 ooh, the Boy Tenderi'oot. ‘
BY BRACEBBIDGE name.
89 Inland Jim: or. The Pet of tho anila‘
TI 0 ti fth Cl b or.’l’he vnlAtlloh
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BY JOSEPH E. BADGER, an.

2 Yellow-tone Jack: or, The Tmpfiwr.
48 Black John, the Road-Agent: or. '1‘ 1e Outlaw’e Re“
65 llurrit-ane Bill: or. Mustang Sam and His Ford.

119 Muntang Samzor, The King oi‘the Plains.

186 Night-Ilatwk 'it; or, The Daughter of the Ranch.
144 Dainty Lance the Boy Sport.

151 Panther Paul: or, Dainty Lance to the Rescue.

160 The Black Giant; or, Dainty Lance ln Jeopnrdy.

168 Deadly Danh - or, Fighting Fire With Fire.

184 The Boy Trailers 3 or. Dainty Lane/e on the War—Pi.
208 The Bo Pardn; or. Dainty Lance nmaoks.

211 Crooke Cale, the Culibnn ofCelestinl City.

810 The Barram-a Wolf; or, The Beautiful Decoy.

819 The Black Rider; or, The Horse-Thieveo’ Luau.
885 Old Double Flat or, The Strange Guide

855 The King oi‘the Voodn: or. Danlel Boone’s 1‘“
‘49 Kit Fox. the Border Boy Detective.

BY W. J. HAMILTON.

68 The Red Brotherhood: or, The Twolvo Ave“
88 Sin lo: "and; or. A Life for a Life.
Ma Tom Wet-tern, the Texan Rome".
88? Ben Bird. the Cave King; or, Big Pete’s Scoop.

BY JACK FARRAGUT.

815 Ned. the Cabin Boy.
820 The Sea Soroereu; or, The Boy Slipper.

BY LIEUT. H. D. PERRY. U. S. B.
176 The Boy Runaway: or, The Bncrnneor of tho N

180 The Sea Trailer: or, A Vow Well Kept.
199 Captain Kit: or, The Mystery of Montauk Point.

BY HARRY HAZARD.
888 Arknnnaw Jack z or, The Scourge of the Mince.
329 Red-Skin Tom or, The Demon’s Trail.
842 The Mountain evil; or, Yellow Jack, thoOnh.

BY COL. A. F. HOLT.

899 Black Buoknkin: or, The Masked Men 01M”... 3 ‘ '
419 Kenneth, the Knife-King.
“5 Little Lighti’oot, the Pilot of the Woods.

BY J. WV. OSBON.
489 The Rival Giantn oi'Nowhar'.
49F} Cactus Burr. the Mun from Hard Luck.
587 Old Buckeye. the Sierra Shadow.
56-1 Powder Phil, the Boy Minor.

BY FREDERICK DEWEY.
818 Cimnrron Jack, the Klng-Pln or Rifle-shah.
478 Tnngemund, the Desert Detective.
542 The Canyon l’ardn.

BY ARTHUR C. GRISSO‘.

440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid.
558 The Sure-Shot. Pardo.

BY LIEUT. A. K. ants.

1548 Captain Cactun, the Chspnml Cock.

568 The Dandy of Dodge.

576 The Silver Sport.

588 Ralron Sol. the Mn With it Shadow,

589 Tons-Cat and Pa or. The Dend Set at Silver (31’.

601 Hans{y "one, the utch Vldocq; or, “.39; m ‘
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MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS.

4 The Wild-Horne Hunters. By Cont. lily-no u .1
Frederick Whitaker.
9 Adventure: of Baron Mnnehaueen.
18 Gulliver’s Travels. By Donn Swift.
adding or. The Wonderful Lamp.
10 Robinson Crusoe. (911lluotratlons.)
18 Sindbnd the Sailor. His Seven Va
88  Sen Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Orion. uh
I.
88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, Tho Rod Pirat- ol the
Csrribws. By S. W. Plorco.
86 The Boy Clown; or, Tho Queen oftho Anna. Dy but

5. Fl .
88 Nedna'ylde. the Boy Scout. Tom Jock.
51 The Boy Rifles; or. The Un orground Camp. By Aral.

C. Iron.
95 The Rival Rovers: or, Tho Freebootero of tho Min-lulan
By Lieut.oCol. Hueltlno.
.8 Robin flood. the Untlnwod Earl: or,‘l‘ho1(orry Monet Green-
wood. 3 ' Prof. Glldorlloovo.
105 Old Baht tho Huntor; or, Tho Crow 0mm. Dy Cquln
Hnmilton Ho men.
119 The Mad Hunter: or, Tho Cnve of built. ByBIrionlnn
1.4 Envy. the Texan: or, The Young Champion. By George

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n3 Tile You-5 Privateer; or, n. Pinto’n newton. a,
Horry Cavon loll.
148 Sharp Sal’s or, The Advon turn: of n max... 807. By J.

Alexander nt
.87 Dneky Darrell. T por: or. The Green RnnproflhYol.
lOIvstono. By Edward ornon.
'81 1“an- Fearnanght the Now Yuk Boy. By Ml.
CI.
.68 Killh’ar. the Guide: nr,Dovy Crockett'n Crooked Trail.
By In C. D. ann.
on Red Claw. the Ono-Em Tum or. m Mold oftho on
By Cnptnln Comntock.
oaeock Pete. tho Lively 14d from mum. Dyna-
tonant Alfred Thorno.
888 The Sky notes-the: or, A Boy’- Fight ihr Llfo end Honor.
By Mnior Mickey Free.
the River Boyer; or,’l’ho Brother's lo-
Ned Bun tllne.

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lti re Ben the Bootblsck Detect! . A. P. Hash
:3: 3:14.33» Ton: or, Ben’s Double HILLS,» George II.

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‘84 Comanche Die and Bin Three hvineibl. .

Henry J. Thom“.
‘88 Wizard-Ann, the Dandy S rt. B ArthnrY. Holt.

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“I The Cowbo Oak watchma-
“B Ariel the At lute. By D..vld Druid.

Will “intern, the Boy Ferret. By H. Into.-
A New Tune Every 'l'neoday.

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BY EDWARD L. “'IIEELER.

Deadwood Dick Novels.
1 Deadwood chk, the Prince of the Road.
20 Double Daggers; or. Deadwood Dick's Defiance.
28 Buffalo lien: or. Deadwood Dick in Disguise.
85 \Vild Ivan. the Boy Claude Duval.
48 l’lsantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick‘s Bonanza.
49 (Dmaha 0" ' or, llemlivriod Dick in Danger.
5t Deadwood I‘Dlek'o Eagles; or, The Parda ofll'lood Bar.
78 Deadwood lDlek on Deck: or. Calamity Jane, the Heroine.
77 Corduroy Charlie; or, Deadwood Dick‘s Last Act.
100 Deadwood Diek In Leadvlllc.
104 Deadwood lDiek‘n Device: or, The Double Cross Sign.
109 Deadwood Dlek an Detective.
1.99 Deadwood Diek‘a Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon’s

(mic .
138 [Honda "III; or, Deadwood Dick‘s Home Base.
149 A Game of Gold: or. Deadwood Dirk'a ilig Strike.
156 Deadwood Dir-k oi’ Deadwood; or. The Picka Party.
195 Deadwood Dlek’a Dream; or, ’1 he kinds of the Road.
.01 The “look IIIlla Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick‘s Ward.
.05 Deadwood Diek’o Doom; or, Calamity Juno‘s Last Ad-

venture.
'17 Captain Craek-shot, the Girl nrlgnnd.
" Ell ar-Coated Sam: or, The Black Gown.

fd-Duat Diek. A Romance of Rough: and Touch.

.63 Deadwood Dlek'a Divide or. The Spirit of Swamp Lake.
.68 Deadwood Dlek’n Death rail.
.09 Deadwood Dick’a Dig Deal; or, The Gold Brick of

Oregon.
891 Deadwood Dick’s Dozen 3 or, The Fakir orr'hantnrn Flats.
.47 Deadwood Dick’s Due-ta; or, Rainy Days in the Dig-

mugs.
851 Deadwood Dick Senteneed: or. The Terrible Vendetta.
802 Deadwood Dick’s Claim; or, The Fairy Face oi Faro

l'lata.
405 Deadwood Dick In Dead City.
410 Deadwood Dlek’o Diamond-z or, The Mystery of Joan

Porter.
4.21 Deadwood Dick In New York; or. A “Cute Care.”
“0 Deadwood Dick’ll Did-t: or, The Chained Hand.
‘43 Deadwood Dick, Jr.
443 Nickel-Plate Ned; u, Deadwood Dir-k Jr‘s Defiance.
468 Sunflower Sons, 0! Shasta; or, Deadwood Dick Jr’s Full

Hand.
459 {I‘lth Fan, the Ferret; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Big Ronnd.
Is
465 Shilololi‘ly, of Phenix; or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Racket at

‘llli o

471 Bozeman Bill; or. Deadwood Dick Jr’s Corral.

476 flunbbglgt llarry, the Hurricane; or,Deudwnod Dick Jr’s

E l' VG. '

481 Moll Myntery; or. Deadwood Dick Jr. in Deadwood.

491 g’rlnee Pistol, the King of the West; or, Deadwood Dick
r's ‘ompnct.

496 ‘Kon be Crlato, In: or, Deadwood Dick Jr‘s Inheritance.

 {can wood"d  D:¢fiillga; or. Dr. Death-Grip‘s Swoop.
ear wo e ' I e vet-once.

515 Deal wood Dick’s Protexee.

522 Deal wood lDIek’o 'l‘hree.

529 {out wood Dick's lirnxtfir II'Dueltm.

eat an ..
589 Head wood Dlek Jr. In Texan.
4 Deal wood Dick, Jr. the Wild West Vidocq.

 Deadwood  03s llioélfitle.
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561 Dent .3574 Dick’ln Boston. " ‘

 :ea woo: inch, gr. in lzmladelphla.
ealwoo c’ r. n t e o.

5?8 Deal wood DIek’, Jr. Afloatf‘

6134 Dear wood Dick, Jr. in Denver.

590 Deac wood Dick, J r’s. Decree.

5915 Bus mm Diek Jr. In Beelzebab'n Basin.

800 2c... m. Die]: Jr. at Coney inland.

606 :euwood Dlok Jr’s Leadville Lay; or, Britta] and

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.8 Cloves: Hoof, the Bufl'alo Demon.
8. Bob Woolf; or, The Girl Dad-Shot.
‘ 89 Death-Face. Detective; or, Life in New York.
45 Old Avalanche or, Wild Edna. the Girl arlgsnd.
t on Jim Bludaoe. r., the Boy Phenix.
1 Buokhorn “III; or. The Red Rifle Team
I CID Gold RI 0 the Shar hooter; or. The Boy Detective.
80 Ito-elm I101) or, "wet Nod, the Kn glit.
' 84 ldyl. the Girl . Inert or, Rosebud Rob on Hand.
l 88 PIN: ra ll Phil; or, Rnlehud Roh‘s Rennpearance.
‘ 9‘ (Juan a. C et; or. Old Anaconda in Sitting Bull‘s Camp.
96 Watch-E or or. Arabs and Angela ofa Great City.
118 Jack lloy e the Young Speculator.
111 Gilt-Edged Dlek, the Spurt Detective
131 Cinnamon Ohio the Girl Sport.
185 Bonn-Ia BID. Iner.
188 lion Ilob th Kingol‘BnothlackL
141 Solid Sam the Boy Road-Agent.
145 gaptaln orret. the New York Detective; or, Boss now.

on Job.

161 New York Nell the Boy-Girl Detective.
177 Nohh Nick offievadat or, TheSierruScampl.
181. lVIId rank, the Buckskin Bravo.
'0” Fritz, the Bound-Boy Detective.
.18 ll'rlt. to the Front; or, The Ventriloquist Hunter.
.26 .inoozer. the Buy Sharp: or, The Arab Detective.
.8 Apollo “III, the Trail Tornado.
“0 J clone Klt, the Young Gladiator.
' . n. Ham, thr, Frontier Ferret.
243‘ F-‘erra fialn’a Heel-e : or. The Bloody Foot rints.
.58 suerra Sam‘s l'ardt 0'. The AVIva vl Biz ists.
Ififl fl-erra Sam'n Seven 3 or. The Stolen Bride.
1‘”! Jumbo Joe the Hny Patrol; or, The Rival Heirs.
277 Denver 1’0 . the Drtmllve Queen,
881 Denver Doll's: D letory.
.flfi Denver Doll's Decoy : nr. Little Bill’s Bonanza.
.91 Turk, the Iloy Ferret.
096 Denver lDoll’n Drift; or. The Rand Queen.

ID A No. 1. the Dillth Toll-Taller.
808 ‘1.ir.a Jane. the ‘1'ir Miner: or. the lromNerved Sport.
82.”. Kelley, Illekev .i: (30.. the Due-dives of Philadelphia.
mm Little Quit-k-n‘noc; or. n. um Face of Daggersrilll.
8154 Di angstroo Kltg or. The Mysterious Miner.
“ID kan aroo Klta Racket.
843 Man nttan Mike, the Bowery Blood.
858 [Int-Clams Fred. Ihe Gent irom Gopher.
868 \_reka Jim. the Gold-Gatherer; or, Th. meter; 91

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87! Yroka J isn’ Prise. I
87! Nahoh Hod: or, The Secret nl'Slah City.
8R2 Cool Kit. the King of Kids; or. A \‘illsln’s Vengeance.
8825 \‘reka Jim's Jokert or, The Rivals of Red Nose.
3:” “Ir-yell. "on: N. The Linn of Lightning Lode.

. Jim of Yaba Dall-
400 Wrinkleo. the NIght-Wsteh Detective.
4161“in "at llarry. the Dan Ball not-cu".
0 If: Slab-Idea. the Beau-Boy Detective.
J Beak and Pal. vat. Detecting.
Ialta l'e fill, the Slasher.
In Sam. the Sporkior.

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118 Will Somern, the Boy Dr-tectivo.

122 I’ll” Ilurdy, ille [toss liuy.

126 I’Ivuyune Pete: or, Nicodemus, the Dog Detective.
130 lDetel-tlve Dlrvk; or, The lien» in Rugs,

142 Ilamlaome llarry, the Bomblark Detective.

147 “'Ill Wildlife, the Thoroughbred.

152 llluek Tit-inn. W'ill “'illltire’s Racer.

15? Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy.

62 Will Wildfire In the Woods.

65 llllly Baggage. the Railroad lioy.

70 All‘rnmp Card; or. Will Wildhre Wins and Loses.
:4 Bob lloekett: or, Mysteries of New York.

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9 “0b Roekett the liank Runner.

he Illdden 1|and° or. Will Wildfire‘a Revenge.

red llalyard, the .lie Boat Buy; or, The Smugglera.

1"” "0h Iioekett; or, Driven to the “'nll.

19“ Shadowed ; or, Hal: Rorkett’u Fight for Life.

206 Dark Paul. the Tiger King.

219 Daohing Dave, the Dandy Detective.

220 Tom Tanner; or, The Black Sheep oi the Flook.

23f; Suns Choreoal the Premium Dinky.

28» shadow Earn. the Messenger Boy.

24“ The Two “ Blood. "3 or, Shenandoah Bill and His Guy.

252 Dlek Dal-llnway : or, A Dakota Boy in Chicago.

269 The Young Sharp-x or, Rollickiug Mlke‘l Hot Trail.

274 Jolly Jlln the Detective Ap rentine.

2H9 Jolly Jim‘s Job; or, The oung Deteriive.

298 The Wuter-lloundt or, The Young Thoroughbred.

805 lDa-haway, oi‘ Dakota; or, A Western Ltd in the Quaker
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824 llalph Ready, the Hotel Boy Detective.
8-11 '1 ouy Thorne. the Vagabond Detective.
858 The Reporter-Detective: or, Fred Flyer‘s Bllturd.
867 W hie-Awake Joe: or, A Boynrthe Times.
379 Lorri. the Leveler; or. The Bloods of the Boulevard.
408 Fire y Jack, the River-Rat Detective.
423 The Low Finger: or. The Entrapped Cashier.
42R Fred I“I or t e Reporter Detodlve.
482 lnvlnelh o tofu", the Pinkerton Ferret.
456 Billy Brick, t is Jolly Vagabond.
466 lNlde-Awuke Jerry, Detective; or, Entombed Alive.
479 Detective Dod e; or. The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
48H “flld Dlek Inn-tet-
501 llootn, the Boy Fireman : or, Too Sharp for the Sharper.
56“ File Secret hervlt-e Boflfleteetlve.
596 Jimmy the Kid; or, A mb Among Wolves.

BY 0L1. C(DIDMES. ‘

5 Vagabond Joe. the Young Wandering Jew.
18 The Dumb lipy.
27 Antelo e Abe. the Boy Guide.
81 Keen-knife, the Prim-e of the Prairies.
4i Lump Jack, the Young Mustang".
53 The Border Klnig or. The Secret Foe.
71 Delaware Dlek, t it Young Ranger Spy.
74 Hawk-o e llarr the Young Trapper R: o‘er.
88 ltoll t 0 Do I an er.
184 Sure hot Set , the y Riflemnn.
148 Sear-Fare Saul. the Silent Hunter
146 silver Elan, the lloy Knight.
158 Eagle Hit. the tiny Demon.
168 Little Texas, the Young Mustang".
17" "Id Solitary. the Hermit Trgiper.
1H2 thtle llurrleane, the Bo aptnin.
202 Pro: eet l'etet or, The ouluz Outlaw Hunters
208 The 0y Ilereuleni or, The Prairie Tramps.
918 Tiger '1 om, the Texas Terri-r.
$24 lDa-hlrw Dick: "r. 'l rapper Tom’s Castle.
22" Little Ildllre, the lemz l‘rnirlo Nomad.
288 The l’araon De tot-tire: or, The Little Ranger.
948 The Din-lulled (nitride: or, Wild Raven, the Ranger.
200 Dare-Dov“ Dan, the Young Prairie Ranger.
’7‘ “lllklkill Mike, the nor Shflrphhooter.
um Little Foxfire. me my Sm.
800 The Sky Demon: N'- R'tlhhnltdho Rumor.
884 1" lilo-king Joe, the Bur Ranchers.
409 Hercule. or, l)l('l(, the Boy Ranger.
417 “'ebi'oot . one. the Tramp Dtlkrllvo.
429 Dab Sam. the Iiny Giant or the Yellowstone.
444 I.I_it e “Isoknkln. the Young l’rnirie Centaur.
457 “ Iugedi’oot Eredi or. Hid l‘olar Saul.
4 3 ’l‘umarae Tom, the Big Traapar Boy.
4"! Did ’I‘om Rattler, the Red lver Epidemic.
4R! Stonewall Bob. the liuy Tmian.
562 Blunderlng Baall, the Hermit Boy Trapper.

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88 Nick 0’ the Night: or. Th» Bo Spy oi’Tt.

87 The Hidden Lodget or The L ttle Hunter.

4‘! Nluhtln ale but} ur, Trio Foreot Ca tains.

64 Dandy sick; or, ‘ho Outlaws oi the rayon Trail.

8’ Kit "arel'oot the Womi-Hawk.

ID4 Mldnl'ht Jae]. t or, The Dov Trapper.
10“ (Did ll‘rolty, the Guide; or The White Quoen.
188 Kiowa Charley the White Mustang".
189 Jud e Lynch. .lr.t or. The 80 ' Vizl'lsnlo.
155 01 Trl r. the S nrt; or, T a Girl Avenger.
169 ornado om: «Ir. njun .lsclr From Red Core.
183 Ned Temple, the Border Boy.
19!! Arkan-aw; or. The Qn-ern oi Fate's Revenge.
.0? Navajo Nleli. the Boy Gold Hunter.
215 (‘nptaln Bullet: nr. Little Tooknnt’c Crusade.
mil I'lueky PM]: or. Roan. the Re I Jezebel.
841 llill liravo: or, The Routh or the Rochiel.
255 Capt In A oliv, the King-Pin of Bowie.
267 The l uekn In Deteetlve.
279 Did Winch or, The Buckskin Desperado”.
'94 Dynamite Dan: or. The Bowie Blade of Cochetopa.
809 T e Mountain Detective: or. Tbs Trigger Bar Bally.
816 Did Eelipne. Trumo Card of Arisonlt.
8201 The Tea Par-dot nl’. Tho Terror 0! TakrNotlco.
886 Ill. Denuonz or. The neen of the Ln-Io.
845 l’itileu Matt; or, Re Thunderboli’s Secret.
Shit l‘mul Mun and [‘1 rd; ov- The Terrible Six.
sow Velvet Foot, the lndlnn Detective.
8'“! Captain Cutlaut or, 'l he Bv'culneer’l Girl Foe.
896 lloafih Rob or. The Twin Champions oi Blue Blalfl.
411 The Ilken mono or, The Rm of Ranch Robin.
41" Felix Fox, the Boy potter.
495 Texan runs the Border Rattler.
48“ Phil Fla-II t 9 New York Fox.
445 The City am iron or. Red Rolfe’s Pigeon.

1 (Due Aglalnnt Fray; or. The Last Man of Ksno 3"-

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0 The 0 shadow or. Felix Fox‘s Hunt.
477 The .xe’uelaior Spdrt: or, The Wuhingm 9pm"
499 ding'ls SI lit, the One-Eyed Sport.
5 Ira ed on, the Night Ferret. ’
51. l Dodger Dick. the Wharf-S y Dmotin.
5.1 i Dodger Dick’s: Bent 1D .
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548 Dodrer Blind- oubie; or. The 8m! Boy Moth-
MI Dodgerwk’a pet-ate Cue.
us i / ir. the Boy Vidorq.
578 ' ‘he at Ihadowo.

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7 The Flilng Yankee: or, The Ocean Outcast.
17 Ralph {0 ', the lioy But-rather; (tr. The Fugitive Yacht.
24 Dlillnond Dlrk or, The Mystery of the Yellowstone.
62 The l‘hadow F in; or. The Rival l.lrlllelmllil.
75 The lioy Dneliat; or. The Cruise oi. the Sea-Wall.
102 Dick Dead-Eve, the Boy Stlmt'gler.
111 TI“- SQII-Devil; or, The Midahipmuu’s Legacy.
116 The lIun-ar Camaln; or, The llevlnii at Hall Gate.
197 Little Grit; or, role, the Stouk-Telnivr'l Daughter.
204 Gold Plume: or, The Kill-Glove Sport.
216 lllnon “III. the Prince oi the Relul.
222 Grit. the Bravo Sport; or, The Woman Trailer.
229 CrIm-on Kuiet or, The Cowboy’s Triumph.
’3? Lone fitter, the Cowboy Ca tain.
245 Merle the Mlddy aur,’ he Freelance Heir.
250 The hildnhipmon . Iutlneert or. Brandt, the Buccaneer.
.64 The Floating Feather: or, Merle Monte’a Trouuro

island.
'69 The “old Shlp; or, Merle, the Condemned.
876 gel-Le Monte a Cruise; or, The Chale 0! “Th. Gold

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290 Merle Monte'n Fate; or. Pearl, the Pirate’s Bride.
4 The Sea Marauder: or, Merle Monte's Pledge.
.87 "Illy BIue-Eyea, the Boy Rover of the Rio Grnmie.
804 The Dead Shot ngndy; or, Benito. the Du" Bugln,
808 Reno Klt; or. Dead Shot linndy'o Double.
314 The Mylterlouo Marauder; or, The Boy Bugler's Long

Irml.
817 Bonodel, the Roy Rover; or,’l‘he Flaglen Schooner,
888 The Indian I'Ilot; it, The Search for Pirate Island.
887 “'arpath “'III. the Boy Phantom.
898 Beowulf, the lioy‘bieutenant. ,
409 iaodor, the Young Connqlraior: or, The Fstal League.
407 The Dov insurgent; or, “he Cuban Vendetta.
412 The “'Ild \ aehtamau; or, The War-Clouu’s Cruise.
429 Duncan Dare. the Boy Refugee.
488 A Cabin Do ’I Luck; or, The Corsair.
48? The flea list der.
441 The Deean Firefly: or, A .\iiddy‘s Vet geance.
446 [haphazard Ilarr ; or. The Scspe race of the Sea.
450 W'Izard “ III: or. he Boy Ferreto New York. ~~
454 “'Izard “'III’II Street Eco-us.
462 The Horn Guide: or. The Sailor Boy Wanderer.
408 Neptune fled. the‘BnyConster.
4T4 I-‘Iorgg or, 'v'w'lzaril Will’s Va abond Para,
488 Ferrets Afloat: or. lenrd 'lll’s Last Cm.
48? Nevada Ned. the Revolver Ranger.
495 Arlzona Joe the Iioy Pard ol'Taxu Jack.
49? Back Taylor, King at the Cowboys.
508 The Royal Mldd t 0?. The Shark and the Seat“.
50‘? The Hunted Mid: I mall.
511 The (Dutlawed Mid y.
520 Hack-kin Bill. the Comanche Shadow.
525 lBrothero In Buck-kin.
580 The Burk-kin Bowers.
585 The line rkin Rove".
540 Captain Ku~Klax, the Marauder (with: Rio.
5“ Lieutenant Leo, the Son of Lafitte. ' "
551D I-altte’a Legacy: or. The hanging Son.
555 The Creole Corn-Ir.
1560 Dawn re Bill, the Prairie Shadower.
565 Kent “(In don, the Card King.
570 Inn" At, t e (‘ard Queen.
575 The Surgeon-Scout Detective.
580 'l‘he intoalt Cadet; or, The False Detective.
536 i‘he Bucks-kin Avenger.
Delmonte. the Young Sea-Rover.

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02 'i‘he Vua ond ofthe linen.
007 The Rover Detective; or, Keno Klt's Champions.

 

 

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3 Karma! KIn‘; or, The Red Right Hand.
19 The Phantom 88y: or,Tbe Pilot 0! the Prairie.
55 DeadlyJCye. the nlmnwn Salli. .
68 Border Robin flood; or, The Prairie Rover. 1
[58 Foley Frank of Colorado; or, The Tropper’l Trim.

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