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CHINAMAN’S CIRCUS.

BY J. C. COWDRJCK.
Lumen or "BROADWAY BILLY" NOVELS, ETC

CHAPTER I.
A WITNESS TO A TRAGEDY.

IT was midnight.

The better streets were light enough, the
electric lights sending out their searching
rays w d pel the gloom, butdown in the
sltbere the mantle draped heavilg.

There were places dark and forbi ding.
uninviting by day, by night repelling, '

 

 
   

 

2

Through such a street a young Irish
lad was making his way homeward.

lie was a sturdy fellow of seventeen,
with keen eyes and an intelligent face.
and while not handsome by any means,
neither was he bad—looking.

A telegraph messenger. his hours were
such that he had to work until twelve
o’clock, and the shortest way to his
humble home lay through this unsavory
section of the great metropolis.

lut Pat Mahon was no coward. and he
had no hesitancy about taking the short—
est route.

“he would think of doing harm to a
fellow like him?

ile knew the section well, and that it
was a resort of “thugs.”

On this night, howmer, an adventure
awaited him, opening up a drama in real
life in which he was destined to play a
leading role, a distinction he might. have
declined had he been consulted about it.

He had just turned a corner, when a
startling scene burst upon him.

There was a light on that corner, and
by its rays he was enabled to take in
the whole situation at a glance.

There were three figures, moving for—
ward into the gloom that lay beyond the
pale of the lamp at the corner; the first
a well-dressed man wearing a silk hat
and carrying a cane, but considerably
the worse for liquor, apparently.

The other two were a brace of the
thugs of that neighborhood, a pair of as
villainous-looking fellows as Pat Mahon
had ever had the misfortune to fall in
with. They were slouching along after
the first-mentioned, one of them carry-
ing a sand bag in his right hand.

Pat Mahon took it all in at once, as
said, and he knew what it meant.

He started to run forward,'ncting upon
his first impulse, and just as he did so
the man with the sand bag raised his
arm to strike a blow.

“ Hould on, ' there! ” shouted Happy
Pat. “ None uv dhat, ye thafe av dhe
wurrul, ye!” And he ran the faster,
quite forgetting in his excitement that
he was only a youth and that they were
two against one.

Even as he ran the blow was struck,
and the gentleman fell to the sidewalk
without a cry or struggle. And then,
instantly. the two men turned upon
Happy Pat, and in another moment he
had shared the same fate. He suddenly
saw a million stars, and then all was a

lank.

 

When Pat Mahon came to he did not
know where he was.

Neither could he recall what had hap-
pened. His mind was wandering, and
it was some moments before he could
get his bearings.

He was in a room, somewhere, but
everything was strange to him, and the
light was so dim that he could hardly
see anything. At first he thought he
was all alone. '

He raised himSelf on his elbow, and
then some one spoke.

“ You alle samee come to, Happy Pat?”
a familiar voice inquired, and the Speak-
er appeared.

“ Hello! Is dhat you, Fan-tan Tom?"
cried Pat. “Phwere dhe ould mischief
am Oi, and phwat has happened me? Ha!
now Oi remimber, dhe omadhouns!”

The light was turned up while the
boy wastspeaking, and the two took a
look at each other.

“ Who was it done you up, Pat?” the
Chinee asked.

“ Two av dhe worst-lookin’ divils thot
Oi ever set me two eyes upon, Oi can
tell ye,” answered Pat.

 

 

Th: rest-Boy Detective.

“And what they done it for, allee
samee? You tellee me, and see if we
don‘t gittee even with ’em, allee samee,
somehow.”

“You can bet yure swate loii'e dhat we
will—lasteways Oi will, and Oi ever get.
dhe chance at thim." declared the Irish
lad, with much earnestness.

“But what for they knockee
outee?”

“Because, begorra, Oi was onto dheir
shape in a job dhey wur a—doin‘ wid a
gintlcman dhat was rollin’ on hoigh
seas."

“ You
them?"

“Oi think one of them was Nig

you

don’t tellee me! You know

Bran-

ty, but 0i couldn't be sure av it."
“Hi yi! Then othel one was Con
Keller, l0 muchee bettee. You findee

out, Pat, you findee out.”

“Net yure swate loife Oi Will, Fan-
tan Tom; and so will dhey, av Oi get
half a chance at dhem. But, say, how
came Oi here, Oi want to know?"

“Me tindee you on stleet, bling you
here. Me out late play fan-tan; when
comee home findee you, and pickee you
up and bling you ’long. No wantee police
scoopee you in, see?"

“ \Vell, I’m a heap obliged to you, Fan-
tan, but didn’t you see anything av dhe
teller?”

“ No; me see no othel fellel, Pat.”

“ Dhen Oi wondher phwat became av
him? He got a deuce av a swipe on de
cocoanut wid a sand bag, dhe same as
Oi got mesel’, only a hape worse, Oi’m
thinkin’ it must ’3’ been. He wint down
all in a hape.”

“Me no see him, Pat.”

“ Dhen dhey must ’a’ dragged him into
some place and gone through‘ him.
Pwhat toime is it? Sure, dhe police
ought to know about dis.”

“ ’Most thlee o’clock.”

“Whew! but Oi have been a long
while dead, so to spake. Fan-tan, Oi am
a ‘hape obliged to ye fur dhe throuble
ye have been to.”

“ That allee samee all light,” answered
the Chinee.

“ Phwere is me hat? ”

“ Here it is, Patsy. You wantee me go
with you? Me go, you say so, you bet—
tee.” .

“ No, Oi guess Oi can make out alone,
Fan-tan, if dhe head av me will ownly
stay sthill and not be swimmin’ around
so. Sure, Oi fale as if Oi had a buzz
in me brain."

“Mebby you bettel stay here all
nightee.”
Pat ruefully rubbed/ his head, for

there was a very sore p’lace. .

He was half inclined to think that the
Chinee was right, and that he had better
stay, but he wanted to tell the police
what he had seen, and also wanted to get
home,

So he made an effort and got up on his
feet, and, after awhile, he got so that
he could stand and could walk fairly
straight.

“Dhere, Oi
now,” he said.

“ People allee samee think you dlunk,
Pat.”

“Let thim think phwat dhey plaze,
Fan-tan; Oi don’t care.”

“But maybe allee samee policeman
runnee you in; how that be for high? ”

1‘ Let dhem run me av ‘dhey want to,”
said Pat Mahon. “Dhat is phwere 0i
am' bound fur anyhow, ain’t it?”

“Well, me hopee you gittee into no
more tlouble. You lettee me know all
about it, when you flndee out? Mebby
man sure enough git killee, then be obig
time.”

guess Oi can make it

 

“Bet yure loife."
By that time Pat had got his grip, so
that he could walk pretty well, and say-

ing good—by to his Chinese friend, he
set forth.

“ Begorra,” he mused, as he went
along, “it was a dirthy thrick dhey
played on dhat gintleman, so it was, and
av Oi can chip in on his side Oi am goin’
to do it."

A sudden thought came to him.

Why not go back to the place and see
if anything could be seen of him.

He decided that he would do that. He
knew where he was, where he had been
at that time, and so set forth.

Perhaps he would find the body some-
where near, if they had killed him, for
Fan—tan Tom might have passed it with—
out seeing it if it had been left lying
close to the buildings.

It not dead, he might be in time it)
lend him aid.

lie made haste, all the haste he could,
dizzy as he was, and ere long was once.
more on the scene.

There was nothing in sight. No one
was moving on the street, there was no
Sign of a body where he had seen the
man fall, and there was no hiding place

near at hand.

He went along a little farther, and
was on the point of giving it up as a
sorry job when something bright caught
his eye.

 

CHAPTER II.
PAT'S HAPPY FIND.
, “ Arrah! ” exclaimed Pat. .“ Phwat is
dhis me two eyes behold? ”

He stooped at once and picked it up,
and ran with it back to the corner, where
the light was.

“A match box, Oi do belave,” he said
to himSelf, as he held it up for inspec-
tion. “ And be hanged to me av it isn’t
solid goold, as sure as me name is Pat
Mahon! ”

And so it was, but not a match box.

It was a heavy, yet dainty, :affair,
handsomely chased, and there was some-
thing in it that made a noise when Pat
shook it.

The Irish lad looked in vain for the
place where it opened.

“ Divil a top nor a bottom it has to it
at all, at all," he said as he turned it
over. “How ever did he get dhe t‘ing
Open whin he wanted to smoke. Oi give
it up.” u .

Holding it up to the best advantage,
he examined it yet more closely, and
presently discovered which end was the
top, by a thread-like line that marked the
lid.

But that did not open it.

While he was toying with it he pressed
it with his fingers in a certain way, and
the lid popped up.

“ Arrah! now, who dhe mischief would
’a’ thought av dhat? " he cried, half
aloud. “ Oi press on his belly, and his
hat flies off! But, sure, it is no match
box, no more it is.”

Something white was within.

He turned the box over, holding his
hand to catch whatever might come out.

What came out were a dozen or so of
visiting cards, something with which
Pat had but a very slight acquaintance,
and that not practical.

“He was a sassiety chap, begorra!”
he exclaimed. “Let me see av Oi kin

'make out his name, and dhat will be a

good lift on dhe road to foindin’ out who
he. was, 0i should say. Phwat fur a
name is it, _onvhow? T, h, a, Thad; d,'e,

u, s, deus, Tha-deus—J— Dhe deuce, 0i
guess it manes. And phwat’s dhe rest-
av it?”

 

 

 

   
 

   
   
  
     

rShe Street-Boy De cacti-re.

 

He spelled it out, as he had to do, it
being a name new and strange to him,
emitting a letter.

Pat could read and write a little, but
no more than enough to enable him to
hold his position as telegraph messenger.
He had had but scant school privileges.

The name on the card was this:

THADDEI'S STACKVVOOD.

There was no address given, and so
llappy Pat was almost as much in the
dark as he had been at lirst.

“ Well, it is something to know phwat
dhe gintleman's name was, onyhow.“ he
reflected. “Tha-deus Stack—wood—-sur0
it is a quare enough name, on me soul
it was. Oi wonder phwere he’s at now? "

He returned the cards to the case,
closed the lid, and put it into his pocket,

and was just turning away when he
heard steps. I
He looked quickly in the direction

whence the sound came.

It was a policeman. ‘

“Sure, now, and ye was wanted, ye
wouldn‘t be wid-in’ a t'ousand miles av
here," muttered the Irish lad.

“ Hold on, there," the officer called out.

“ Phwat is it?” asked Pat.

“ What are you doin' here at this time
0’ night?"

“Sure, Oi am on me way home, av it
is all dhe same to ye."

“On your way home, eh? ”

" Yis.”

“You wasn’t getting there very fast,
standing here under the light. I believe
you are lying to me.”

“ Divil a word av a loie about it, 301'.
Me name is Pat Mahon, and Oi live over
on —— strate. Sure, it is a tillygraph
missinger Oi am, and Oi am jist gettin’
home from me juty.”

“Then what were you stopping here
for? ”

“Tc see phwat toime it was.”

“Have you got a.watch? "

"Batheration to ye! No, Oi have no
watch.”

“ Ha! I thought so. Then just tell me
how you told what time it was."

“ Sure, now, don’t ye know thot
thrick? ” Pat asked, while he was rack-
ing his brain for an explanation.

" No, I do not. I‘d like you to tell me,
if you can.”

“ How to tell dhe toime widout a
watch? ”

“Exactly, my fine fellow."

“ Sure, ye must know me."

“I know nothing about you. Come,
answer my lquestion. How should I
know you? ”

" Well, everybody dhat does know me
says phwat a foin’e fellow Oi am, and
whin you said dhe same, sure, Oi t’ought
ye must be acquainted wid me. How
did ye know dhat about me? "

“None of your bog wit, now, or I’ll
have to let you feel the weight of my
night stick.”

“Sure, Oi am not detaining ye, am
Oi?”

“I want an explanation out of you. I
want to know what you were doing here
when I was down there at the other
corner.”

“ And haven’t Oi tould ye?”

“Yes; a ile.”

“It was dhe truth, on me soul it was.”

“Then go on and tell me how you ex-
pected to tell the time with no watch
to look at."

“Sure, now, are ye so ignorant dhat
ye have never heard dhat whin ye can
put yer fut on‘dhe shadow av yer head it
is noon? By dhe same token, whin ye
can put .Ver fut on dhe shadow av yer
head at noight, isn’t it midnight?”

“Well, you are the greatest greeny

 

that I ever met with. And you were try-
ing to tell the time that way by this elec-
tric light. eh? Ha! ha! ha! What time
did you make it out to be? Come, you
may as well make a whole story while
you are about it."

“Phwy, as Oi could shtep clean over
me head Oi took it to be about three
o‘clock, more or less."

“Ha! ha! ha! That is about the time
it is, more or less, but you never dis-
covered it that way. You had
knowledge of it.
move along now."

“Say, sir, you are a dacint policeman,
Oi take ye to be."

“ Well, whether I am or not, what of it‘.’
What have you got to say to me? "

“ Au‘ Oi ask ye a qaistion. ye won‘t. be
afther ihinkin‘ dhat Oi have wheels in
me head, will ye?" Pat humbly in-
quired.

“That will be according to what your
question is. If you have not got wheels
in your head, you have got something
there that is quite like a wheel, the
way it runs."

“ Come, come, no more nonsensc; what
do you want to say to me?"

“ Oi want to ask ye if a man was found
anyphwere near dhis corner, afther mid-
night, wid his head cracked."

“Not that I know of. What do you
mean by such a question as that? "

“Sure, Oi mane business by it. Oi
saw a chap get pasted wid a sand bag,
roight furninst dhere, about twelve
o’clock ,and by dhe same token Oi got a
dose av dhe same meself’——w‘u'd ye fale
av dhe lump on me pate?"

Pat took off his hat and indicated the

spot, and the officer put his fingers there
and felt it.
"‘,You have got a lump there, sure
enough. But where have you been since
that time, if you are telling me. the
truth? ” .

“And do Oi look loike a chap dhat
would shtand here and tell ye a loie?
Faith, dhe crack put me to slape, and it
is not many minutes dhat 0i have been
awake since, allanna! "

CHAPTER III.
A “‘ARNING is GIVEN.

Briefly, then, Pat told the officer what
he had witnessed;

The policeman was surprised, for he
had heard nothing about anything of the
kind that night.

Pat made no mention of the gold card
case to him. He wanted to keep that
clew for his own efforts, if there was any
mystery going to grow out of the affair.

" This has got to be looked into,” said
the policeman. “ We'll take a look
around here, and then I want you to go
to the station with me.”

"Count on me fur that. 0i was goin’
dhere, anyhow, as soon as Oi had got
me bearin’s a bit. Ye see, whin Oi came
to Oi was dhat dizzy Oi could hardly
stand up.”

Pat indicated the spot where he had
seen the man struck down, and they both
looked around carefully.

But there was hardly sufficient light,
and the officer struck a match.

With that, a little spot of blood was
found.

“Phwat did Oi tell ye?” cried I'at.
“Sure, it was no loie 0i tould ye, and
here is dhe proof av it.” '

“Here is proof of it, sure enough,”
the policeman agreed. “ I did not think
you were lying to me, for I didn’t see
any reason why you should.”

Nothing further was to be found.

They looked well about—or the police-
man did, Pat having already done so;
but that was all he discovered.

m.

some ‘
Well, you had better'

it

 

 

"It is a mystery,“ the Oifiecr said.
‘ They have either made away with the
body, or the man has come to, the same
as you did, and went away from here
before you came to."

“ He had furdher to come nor phwat
Oi did.“

“ llow was that? "

“Sure, he was half seas over
dhey hit him dhe welt dhat sint
down loike a log."

“Maybe he has been found and taken
to a hospital. There is one way to find
out. Come along, and we will go to the
station and there you can tell your story
again.“

It was not a
station.

When they entered, it was that hour
of the night when every one was dozing.

The opening and closing of the door,
however, roused the sergeant, and he
was alert in a moment for the story
Pat Mahon had to tell, as soon as the
officer had given the preface.

Nothing had been heard of any such
matter there, and the use of the tele—
phone revealed that no report of any—
thing of the kind had reached the cen-
tral. But, Happy Pat was known to
some of the policemen at the station,
and they all put confidence in his story.

A couple of policemen were sent back
to the place, to make a still more thor—
ough examination, Pat going with them,
but nothing came of it.

The Irish lad parted with them there,
and started home.

He had said nothing about the card-
case he had found, and he did not know
whether he had done right or wrong.

Really, he could have given no very
good explanation why he had not done
so. He had a vague idea that he wanted
to play detective a little himself in the
matter.

He had, however, told his suspicion
that one of the toughs who had attacked
the well-dressed man had been Nig
Branty, and added that perhaps the
other had been Con Kellar. Of that he
could not be sure, but it would not be
amiss to look after them both.

Pat was about half way home, when he
was suddenly set upon.

He happened to have the card-case in
his hand, at the moment, carrying it
thus, and his first care was for that.

Hearing a sound behind, he scented
danger even before he knew danger was
there, and thrust the card-case down in-
side his trousers belt. At the same
moment he turned, and just in time to
duck his head and escape a blow.

The same brace of ruflians were upon
him again.

He felt a rush of air as the sand-bag
passed his head, and he started to run,
but the other fellow grabbed him.

He gave one cry. but the next mo-
ment both men had hold of him, and he
was at a great disadvantage, and in
short order they had overcome him, and
were holding him fast.

“Ye will tell tales, will yer?” hissed
one of them.

“He won‘t tell no more,” grated the
other.

Both were powerful men, and Pat was
like a child in their combined grasp.

He struggled, but he might just as
well have saved his strength, for he’
could do nothing, nor would they permit
him to cry out.

This time he caught a good look at
their faces, and their identity was no
longer in question. They were the same
couple again, and they were indeed Nig
Branty and Con Kellar.

While Pat was still struggling, they
dragged him into an alley close at hand.

whin
him

great distance to the

  

    

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The Street-Boy Detective.

 

“ Now, mind what I say," Con Kellar
hissed into his ear. “ l have a knife on
yer throat, and if ye holler out when I
take my hand from your mouth, I will
slit ye."

“ Begorra, it is mesel' will never hol-

ler," the prisoner whispered, no louder
than necessary.
‘ “ See that ye don’t. Now, what have
you been tellin’ the police? No use yer
denyin' it, fer we seen ye there with
our own eyes. What have you been
tellin’? ”

“What would Oi tell thim? Dhey
found me dhere, and dhey demanded
to know phwat had happened, and Oi
:ould thim dhat some man had cut me
a swipe on dhe pate.”

“Did ye tell ’em it was us?”

“ Begorra, Oi didn’t know who it was.”

“ Now ye are Iyin‘ to us.”

“ No, on me soul Oi am not."

“ You didn't know who we were?”

“Divil a bit Oi (lid. It was done so
quick dhat Oi couldn't see nothin’ for
dhe foireworks."

“ But ye told them about what you’d
seen—don‘t lie, now, fer we know ye
did. VVasn’t they lookin’ all over the
ground there, to see What they could
find? Own up, now.”

“ Begorra, 0i had to tell, didn’t Oi?”

“ But you didn’t tell it was us? That
is the thing we want to know.”

“ Faith, and it is not knowin’ yet who
yez are, fur certain. How in dhe ould
mischief could Oi tell dhem dhat?”

“Well, it wam't us; do you under—
stand? If you are evcr brought up to
say whether it was us or not, you want
to swear right p’int blank that it wasn‘t;
see?”

“Oi see, begorra, wid 'both eyes!”

“We know you.”

“Ye know no bad av me, dhen?”

“And mightly little good, either.
you know what I have said? ”

“ Sure, ye have imprissed it upon me
moind hard enough, Oi should say. Oi
am not loikely to forget et, Oi guess."

“See that you don't. If you do, you
will go to sleep some fine dark night
and never wake up again. We ain’t goin’
to harm you now, but we give you a fair
warnin’.”

“ Dhe which same Oi will remimber.”

“ See that ye do. Now, if you are eVer
called on to face us and say if ye seen
us this night, swear yerself black in the
face that ye didn’t. See? Now, git fer
home, and fair warnin’ what will happen
if you go back on what~we have told
ye! ”

Do

 

CHAPTER 1V.
ANHTHER MYSTERY APPEARS.

With that, the two rascals released
the Irish lad.

Pat was on his feet in an instant,
and in another instant out of their im-
mediate reach.

“ Sure. Oi will never squale on yez,”
he promised, “but how dhe merry mis—
chief am Oi to know who ye are if Oi
am ever called on to face yez, as you
have tould me?”

“ ’Sh! you fool!
some one will hear you.
us yet?”

“ Divil a bit Oi do, fur how could 01
see ye in dhis dark? ”

“ Then what is to fear from him. pal? ”

So.the other inquired, in undertone,
but Pat’s ears were keen enough to catcn
it.

“ I believe he is lying," said the other.
“If he isn‘t, though, then we are safe
enough, and have had our trouble for
our pains. No matter; he has had fair
warning.”

Hold your tongue, or
Don’t you know

   

 

And then to Pat:

“ It is all right, anyhow Pat—you see
we know you. If you don‘t know us,
you can't swear to us, and if you do
know us you had better not know us,
do you see? Now, git! ”

“And so ye have scared dhe dayligth
almost out av me all fur nothing, 
spalpeens! ” Pat complained. “ No mat-
ther, it is not loikely we are to come to—
gether again, Oi hope. Av coorse it
wasn‘t you dhat laid out Misther Stack-
wood; Oi can swear to dhat."

Pat had teen ieceding step by step, un»
til there was now considerable distance
between him and the two men.

When he uttered the name quoted, they
both gave a snarl.

And they made a dash after the boy.

But, that was of no use. Happy Pat
was swift of foot, and could hold his
own against any man he had ever meas—
ured speed with.

He took to his heels and ran, the two
men after him, they calling on him to
stop, not loudly, but loud enough for
him to hear; but he only sent them back
a defiant laugh.

“ We'll have ye! " they called out after
him, as they gave up the race.

“Ye have no nade to,"
back. “ Oi don’t know yez, and, phwat is
more, Oi don‘t want to, aythur.”

He slackened his pace when sure that
they had given it up, and continued at a
slower gait, but he was watchful, and
gave them no chance to come down upon
him again.

“ Begorra, thot was dhe shot dhat
struck home, so it was!” he exclaimed
to himself. “Oi know ye hard enough,
ye bla'guards, and Cl know dhe man
dhat ye hit on dhe head—dhat is to say,
Oi know his name; and, phwat is more,
Oi now know dhat you knew who he
was.”

Pat laughed to himself over the result
of his little trick.

By calling out the name he had dis-
covered, he had obtained unmistakable
evidence that the two villains knew the
man they had struck down.

That there was a mystery back of it
all, needed no further evidence. What
had brought the man there at that hour?
Had it been a simple knock-out and roo—
bery, or was there something more back
of it?

Pat resolved that he would know more
about it, if possible.

He went home and to bed.

At an early hour the next morning he
was up and out, and the first thing he
did was to buy a newspaper. r

We have said that he could not read
very well, but he knew of some one who
could, and that was his Chinese friend,
Fan-tan Tom, who had been a close stu-
dent of the language.

He could read a great deal better than
he could speak.

So, to the Chinee Pat hastened.

“ Hello, Fan-tan! ” he exclaimed,
bouncing in on him. “Dhe top av dhe
marnin’ to ye! ”

“ Hello, Pat!” was the response. “ You
all light? ”,

 You bet Oi am."

“ What you got? ”

“ A newspaper, begob, and Oi want ye
to go t’rough it fur me and see if ye
foind any mintion av a missing man.”

“ All light, me do that. you bettee.”

The Chinese took the paper, and they
both sat down where the light was fa~
vorable.

“ You see anything more of blame
iascals?” he asked, as he ran his eyes
up and down the columns, in search of a
heading to indicate what was wanted.

“Bet yure swate loife Oi did!” crieo

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Pat called

 

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Pat, and he forthwith told what had
happened after his departure from Fan-
tan‘s humble but hospitable domicile, the
Chinaman listening with the greatest.
interest.

“ Ha! here we findee him,” Fan-tan ex—
claimed.

“ Phwat is it, Fan—tan."

“Somebody missing.”

“Read it! read it! ”

” No goodee; this only a woman; Wo—
mcn no goodee."

“Read it, anyhow. Oi am interested
in anything or anybody dhat is missin’
jist now.”

“ What use? You got nothing do with
this case; blame lascals had nothing to
do with it, no use foolee time for noth-
mg.”

“Well, go on.”

Fan-tan passed it and searched further,
but he finished the paper without coming
across anything more under the required
heading. And he had looked thoroughly.

“No findee him,” he announced.

“ Dhat is too bad, begorra.”

“Maybe no in time to gettee in."

“Begob, ye have hit it! Dhat is jist.
it, sure. Oi was a fool to cxpict it.’

“Allee samee, maybe be ill tomollow
morning. You gettee ’nothel paper and
me lead him for you again. You watchee
out for Mg Branty and (Ion Kellar, or
you get it in neck.”

“ Bet yure pigtail dhat Oi will look out
fur thim. Oi will have me two eyes open
all dhe toime, you bet. But, say. Fan-
tan, what about dhe woman dhat 1s,
missin’? Do ye know, dhat sort av
sticks in me moind as if it has somethin”
to do wid dis."

“You gottee wheels in head, Pat."

“ Lucky fur me dhat Oi have got any-
t'ing dhere at all, at all, afther dhe swipe
0i got last noight, Oi’m t inkin’."

“ How can one case have anything
do with othel? You clear away off you:

base, Pat. But, me allee samee lead it to
you, you want me to. Let me find—
Here is.”

“ Rade it out, thin.”

“Allee samee like this: 'Mysterious
disappearance. A young woman lost from
her home. Family and police looking
everywhere for a clew to the enigma,’ "
he read, though we drop his dialect for
the moment.

“Is that all?” asked Pat.

“No, only head lines. Here is what
it say more: ‘Miss Nellie Dawson, the
charming and accomplished daughter of
Hiram Dawson. of No. — —— avenue,
has been missing from her home for a
day, and no trace of her had been found
up to the time of our going to press this
morning. She left the house in a mys-
terious manner some time during the
night, no one knowing where she was
going. Her father has stirred up the.
police, and offers a handsome reward
for a clew that will lead to her dis-
covery. There was, at first, the suspi-
cion of an elopement, but that has been
disposed of. She was considered en-
gaged to Mr. Thaddeus Stackwood—""

“ Whoop! ’ cried Pat,,leaping up from
his chair. “Phwat did Oi tell ye, Fan-
tan? ’

‘ You guesee him plenty Stlaight?”
asked the Chinaman.

‘ Bet yer ‘oife on it!"

“ Makee mystely allee samee more
deep than evel, Pat. Me gittee heap in-
telested.”

‘Should t’ink ye would, begob, if
anyt’ing would interest ye. You haa
better do up dhat pigtail av yures, Fan-
tan, and come into dhe case wid me and
help me scoop dhat reward.”

“Allee samee all light; we malice
team, you bettee!"

 

    

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CHAPTER V.
PAT AND l-‘.\.\'~’l‘.\.\' su'r our.
The Chinaman was interested.
His little eyes
of eagerness.

1".ashed with the tire:
,want to see

He was a bright fellow, and Pat knew ‘

his good qualities pretty well.
Pat had once gone to his rescue when

he was getting the worst of a fight, anu .

from that time Fan-tan T
his best friend.

They had quite grown to
other, and Pat had been in the habit (.7
spending an hour or two of a forcn: 3:;
with the Chinaman now and again, nav-
ing nothing to do until one o’clock.

“ Here’s me hand on it," said Pat.
“And now, fur dhe love av goodness
read dhe rest av dhat item, and let's see
phwat dhere is to it.”

“ All light, here go the lest: ‘She was

 

considered engaged to Mr. Thaddeus
Stackwood, of N. — street, but a call
at that number found Mr. Stackwood

at home, and he had not heard anything
of the matter. He was greatly disturbed
by the news, and set forth at once to
lend help in the search. Nearly the
whole
quaintanccs has been made, but not one
of them has any knowledge concerning
her. It is the sensation of the hour.’ "

There was much more, a description of
the young lady, and so on; but, enough
for our purpose.

“ Now, phwat do ye t’ink av dhat? ”

So cried Pat, when the reading ended.

“‘ Allee samee muchee worse. Me
don’t know what to make of him."

“ Naythur do Oi, by dhe same token.
But dhere is dhe divil's own mystery
back av it all, Fan—tan, and it is for us
to wade in and get to dhe bottom av it."

“ But how we do it, Pat? "

“Bless me av Oi know how to go to
work, but it has got to be done."

“ Why don’t you go up to Stackwood's
house and see what they have to say
about it there? Alice samee do no harm."

“Oi belave ye are reight, 'begob. iVill
ye ccme along?”

“ Me gottte big heap shirtee to i'on."

“ Bothcr yer shirtees! Let yer pardner
do dhe work, and you come along wid
me. Two heads are betther nor wan,
aven av wan is a head  cabbage.”

“ \‘Vell, all light, if you be no ashamed
to bee seen on stleet with me."

“ Phwy should Oi be ashamed av ye? ”

“Maybe small boys take me to be
your father—hi-yi! "
“Dhen, begorra, Oi will set dhem

roight by telling them Oi am yure un—
cle, by the same token." -

Fan-tan Tom laughed, wound up his
pigta’il and put on his hat, and was
ready for the street, and the two set
forth together. ~

They talked the matter over as they
went along, but could make nothing out
of the tangle, and in due time they
came to the Stackwood residence, and
Pat rang the bell.

A servant opened the door.

“Anybody at home? " asked Pat, in a
business—like way.

Th girl looked first at him and then
at the Chinaman, and was unable to an-
swer for surprise.

“ Take yure toime about it." said Pat.
“ We are in no hurry, miss."

“ 'v'ho—who did you want to see?"
the girl managed to inquire.

“Well, is Mr. Tha-deus Stack—wood at
home?”

“ Mr. Thaddeus Staekwood, you mean?
No, sir, he is not.“

“Tha-deus! Excuse me fur me pro-
fanity. Oi didn’t expict Oi would foind
him at home.”

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“ Then why did you ask? "

“Allee samee, we want to see some—
body,“ chipped in Fan-tan.

“That is it." supported Pat.
somebody—somebody
you understand."

“Nobody bad
girl.

“ Don‘t go to git funny, now," Happy
Pat rcproved. “ Who is at home, thin?"

“Mr. Sinclair Stackwood is at home."

“Who is he? "

“ A brother to Mr. Thaddeus."

“ Oh—ho! lie is dhe spalpeen we want,
then, begorra.”

The girl had to laugh in spite of her—
self, for Pat‘s earnestness only made
him the more comical in her eyes.

u"

What name shall I say? " she asked.

“ We
bad,

lives here." said the

“Tell him it is Happy Pat Mahon,
begob!"

“And who is he?” indicating the
Chinaman.

“Sure. now, and you will name him
Oi will give him to ye," said Pat, with
_a comical grin.

“ My name allee samee Tom Kee Hop,"
spoke up the Chinese, gravely.

“Otherwise, Fan-tan Tom fur short,"
said Pat.

The girl laughed, said she would an-
nounce them, and asked them to wait
just outside until she returned; and she
closed the deer on them and left them
out on the stoop.

“That is nate, on me word," muttered
Pat.

“Allee samee think we
stealee," said Fan-tan.

“Dhat is because you are wid me,
Tom. She don't go much on dhat mug
av yures.”

“Bettee lifee it was your face done
it. Me alle samee go to Sunday school,
sit in flont row; you takee flont row in
plison some day, bettee."

“Along wid you, hey? Mebby so.”

Thus they chaffed each other while
they waited for the return of the ser-

come to

vant, who came after a few minutes‘
delay.

“Well, phwhat's dhe word?" asked
Pat.

“He does not know you, and says he
can‘t be bothered with you. You are to
go away." ,

She was about to close the door, but
Pat put his foot in the way while he
spoke rapidly.

“ But he must see us,” he said. “Sure,
it is important news we bring, and we
have got to see somebody, begob.”

At that instant a step was heard in
the hall, and the girl looked over her
shoulder and quickly stepped back out
of the way, and a man appeared.

He was tall and dark, with a sinister
expression.

“Who are you?" he
“What do you want?”

“Did ye ever see dhis before? ” asked
Pat.

He took the gold card case from his
pocket and held it up.

At sight of it the man slightly paled,
and he stepped forward and put out his
hand.

“Where did you get that? ” he asked.

demanded.

“Found it where it was lost, sor,"
said Pat.
“Ah! I see. You found it, and the

cards told you where to find the owner.
I see, I see. You have come for a re-
ward—yes, yes. But my brother is not
at home this morning. If you will leave
your name—"

“ Begorra, Oi can’t leave me name; Oi
have use fur it. But dhat is not all av
me story, sor: yure brother is not loike-
ly to come home in a hurry, av dhe welt

 

he got on dhe head was as hard as Oi
think it was, and av you want to foind
him ye had betther~"

The man had paled again,
quickly interrupted:

“Come in, come in. I believe that you
have something more important than I
imagined. Come right in here," leading
the way into a small oflice—like room on
the right of the hall.

Pat and Fan-tan followed him in.

and he

 

CHAPTER VI.
FAN-TAN st'icxrs DANGER AHEAD.

The dark man motioned them to be
seated on a settee, and when he had
closed the door he sat down on a chair
by a desk.

He looked at the peculiar pards for a
few seconds without speaking, and his
face seemed to grow darker all the time.
Pat felt a sort of chill steal down his
back.

“Now, then, what do you know?” the
man demanded.

“Begorra, it is phwat Oi don‘t know
dhat Oi want to know."

“What do you mean by that? ”

“Oi mane phwat Oi say."

“I know what you say, but I don’t
know what you are talking about."

“Thin Oi must thry to make ye on-
derstand phwat 0i am talking about, Oi
suppose. Did dhat goold box belong to
yure brother?" ‘-

“ It did.”

The man had taken the box and was
toying with it in his fingers.

“ Good enough. You wanted to know
pwhat Oi know, and now'Oi will tell

ye. Last noight about midnight Oi saw
two bla’gu‘ards strike a glntleman on
dhe head wid a sand bag and lay him out
fur fair. Oi was goin' to holler murther,
but Oi got a dose av dhe same medi-
cine mcsel‘, and dhat was the last Oi
knowed.”

“ 15 it possible!”

“ Ye would have thought it was if ye
had been in my place, sor. Well, me
friend here come along later and gath-
ered me up and took me home wid him,
and whin Oi came to Oi wint to look fur
dhe man and tell dhe police. Dhe man
was gone, but Oi found dhat box on the
ground phwere he had dropped, and by
it Oi knowed who he was."

“Wonderful! I must see the police at
once.” -

“Oi should say ye must, sor. And, av
ye want to know dhe names av dhe two
spalpeens dhat done dhe thrick, Oi can
tell ye. Dhey was Con Kellar and Nig
Branty, two av dhe worst thugs in all
Gotham, on me word. Sure, av they
knowed Oi had given thim away dhey
would cut me heart out, dhat bad dhey
are; so, fur dhe love av goodness, don t
ye go fur to give me and me Chinee
chum away in dhe matther, will ye? ”

“ Of course I will not give you away, as
you call it. I am glad you have told
me. If what you say is true—”

“Thrue as gospel, every word av it,
sor.”

“Then my brother has met with fez-.21
play, somehow, and I must see where
and how and why."

“ Dhere is a mystery about it all, sor.
Dhe two gossoons knowed who he was,
and it is as maybe as not dhat some
divil's imp employed thim to put him
out av dhe way."

“You say they knew him?"

“Yes.”

“How do you know that?”

Pat explained the trick he had played
to gain the point.

“That was clever, truly. But perhaps
they learned his name from something
he had in his pocket.”

 

 

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“Allanna! but Oi never thought av
dhait. Maybe dhey did. But, anyhow,
if, was dhem dhat gave him his dose, and
he wint to slape. Av ye want to foind
him, all ye have got to do is hunt up
Kellar and Branty.”

“Have you told the police?”

“Yis.”

“The whole story?”

“Yis, all but about dhe goold box.”

“Ah! then they do not know who the
man was yet?”

“ Not a bit. sor.”

“ How is it that you did not tell them
that? "

“Well, you see, sor. Oi thought Oi
would come here and see about it first.
If dhe man had got here, maybe he
wouldn’t want his name, to get in dhe
papers, and maybe he would pay us
somet’ing fur holdin’ our tongues. Dhen,
av he hadn’t got here, maybe you would
pay us somet’ing fur dhe clue—see? ”

“Yes, I see. Very thoughtful of you.
Here—here is ten dollars for you. Divide

 

it between you, and—and hold your
tongues.”
He handed Pat a crisp bill as he

spoke.

“ Thanky, sor,
litely.

“ But, allee samee, what is it you no
want 11s to tell?” chipped in Fan-tan
Tom.

“What do I want you not to tell? ”

“ Yep.”

“Why—why— That is, do not men-
tion my brothe s name, so that it will
get into the papers, if you can help it.
Leave it all to me, now that you have
done your part.”

“ All light.”

“But, sor, can‘t we do somethin’ to-
ward helpin’ foind him?" queried Pat.

“ No, no. What could you do? Leave it
all to me and the police now. You have
done nobly, and you should not run the
risk of getting those two fellows down
on you.”

“ Begorra, it is little we have to fear
from thim.” _

“How is that?”

“ Sure, won’t dhe police have dhem be-
fore dhe day is done?”

“Ha! sure enough. But, no, there is
nothing you can do, so do not interest
yourselves in the matter any further.
I will go to the police immediately.”

He rose as he spoke.

The odd pards did the same.

‘_‘ By the way, where do you live? ” the
man inquired. “ If you are wanted I will
know where to find you.”

Pat answered that question, and with
some passing remarks, thanking them
again for their trouble, the man showed
them to the door and out, closing the
door'upon them sharply.

“ Begorra! he naden’t cut our heels off
wid dhe dure,” said Pat.

“ Him no goodee? ” said Fan-tan Tom.

“ No good? ”

“Not a bit. you bettee.”

“He was good fur this tenner, any-
how, begob!”

“But him allee samee had bad eye.
We got look out for him, Happy."

“ Sure, now, it is a mare’s nest ye
have found, Chinaman.”

“ Allee samee him no goodee, you see.”

“Well, dhat is none av our funeral, is
it? We have got foive good dollars
apiece out av him, so we naydn’t kick.”

“You no wantee forgettee to give me
half.”

“Kape yure eye on me, Fan—tan.”

“ You bettee.”

" Well, phwere to now? Oi suppose
me may as well go home— But, hculd
on!"

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said the Irish lad, po—

 

The Street- 0y Detective.

“ What is matter now?”

“Dhere is dhe other ind av dhe
string to be looked afther. Maybe we
can scoop another tenner."

“ No lcttee him slip, then.”

“Ye remimber phwat ye read in dhe
paper about dhe young lady dhat “as
missin’? ”

“ Allee samee.”

“ \Vell, suppose we go dhere and foind
out more about dhat, and tell ’em phwat
has happened to Mr. Stackwood. Mebby
it will be a clew to dhe foindin’ av dhe
gurrel.”

“Mebby sure enough.”

“ Come on, dhen. Begorra, maybethim
two divils had a hand in both av dhe
games, and av we kin foind dhe lady
and win dhe reward—sure, Oi belave
Oi will report sick and take a day off,
and see phwat can be done in dhe way
av playin’ detective.”

“ All light, me allee samee with you,
clear up to chin, you bettee.”

That point settled, they set out for the
Dawson residence, chatting away about
the matter as they went.

They little imagined the complications
that were arising, or the terrible dan-
gers into which they were threading
their way. Had they known, perhaps

they would have 'dropped quietly out—’

but they had already gone too far for
that.
CHAPTER VII.
SI‘RI'RISE l'l’UN sifnpnrss.

Arriving at their destination, Pat
pulled the bell as before.

This time it was a man-servant who
opened the door to them, instead of a
maid.

He was a pompous-looking fellow in
livery, with every button polished “to
the queen‘s taste.”

He looked at them with a seowl.

“Is Mr. Dawson at home?”
Happy Pat.

“What do you want with Mr. Daw-
son,” with much emphasis on the “you.”

“Dhat is his business and mine. Is
Mr. Dawson at home? Answer me thot."

The butler puffed up like a turkey
cock, and grew very red in the face,
looking as if he would like to take Hap—
py Pat by the neck.

“What is your name?” he demanded.
“I will see whether he is at home—~to
you—or not.”

“Sure, me name is Pat Mahon, and
dhis‘Frinch gintleman wid me is Chin-
ese Ambassydur to Paradise Park—Tom
Kee‘ Hop by name.”

As he said it he gave a bow and a
sweep of the hand in the direction of
Fan—tan Tom, who placed his hand on
his breast and bowed low before the
functionary at the. door.

The butler hardly knew what to make
of this.

He looked from one to the other.

Fan-tan Tom was well dressed-he
was something of a dude among his
Chinese fellowmen, and his satin blouse
shone resplendent in the sunshine.

“Well, step in and I will announce
:you,” said the butler.

Happy Pat stepped aside and took off
his hat to Fan-tan, bowing and inviting
him to proceed.

-“ Go ahead, yure excellency,” he said,
with mock gravity. “ Sure, it is not fur
dhe loikes av me to take presaydance
above ye. Oi will attind ye, and lift
dhe hem av yure royal garment.”

It was all Fan-tan could do to keep
his face straight. '

They entered, and the butler, inviting
them to be seated upon a set-tee in the
hall, disappeared.

asked

 

 

Pat and Fan—tan looked at each other
and grinned from ear to ear, and the
Chinaman shook his fist at Pat in a way
that meant a day of reckoning for him.

In a moment the butler returned.

“Mr. Dawson will see you,” he said
stiffly. “This way.”

They followed him down the hall, and
he bowed them into the library, where
a gentleman was seated.

Here, again, Pat bowed low before the
Chinaman, for the benefit of the gaping
butler, and Fan-tan Tom was obliged
to precede him into the room.

Even the gentleman rose to his feet,
seeing such obeisance made, and, taking
in the fact that the Chinaman was well
dressed in rich native costume, and
Fan-tan salaamed.

“ Whom have I the honor to receive? ”
the gentleman asked.

“Name allee samee Tom Kee Hop,”
said the Chinaman, gravely. “We learn
by paper you have lost daughter; we
maybe bling news of her.”

A cloud came over the gentleman’s
face immediately.

“Close the door, James,” he said to
the butler, rather severely, that factotum
having lingered to gratify his curiosity;
and James disappeared forthwith and
closed it promptly.

The gentleman resumed his seat.

He had by this time “sized up” his
callers, as the phrase has it, and he let
them stand.

“Now What do you know about my
daughter?” he demanded.

“Alice samee not muchec, yet maybe
good deal. My fiend speakee heap bet—
tel English; he tellee you."

“ Begorra, Oi won’t say how much bet—
ther English Oi can speak,” said Pat,
“but Oi will get dhere a hape quicker.
Oi fancy. Sure, sor, Oi belave we have.
a elew fur ye.”

“How came you to know anything
about the matter?”

“By dhe newspapers, sor.”

“Hang the newspapers! They are a.
mighty sight too meddlesome in private
affairs.”

The partners could not but look at
each other in surprise, on hearing this-
It did not seem as if Mr. Dawson was.
very anxious about his daughter, after
all.

“You are Mr. Dawson, sor?" asked
Pat.

“Yes.”

“And dhe missing young lady is yure
daughter?”

“She is.”

“ Dhen maybe ye have found her.”

“What is it to you whether she has
or has not been found?”

“ Begorra, it is a strange father ye are,
is all Oi have to say, and ye don’t care-
whether she is found or not.” .

Mr. Dawson’s manner changed in-
stantly.

“ It is not that,” he said quickly.
“What can two such fellows as you
hope to do for me?”

“It is said dhat ye have offered a re-
ward, sor, and, sure, we thought maybe
we moight Scoop in a slice av it, wid the
infurmation we have, is all.”

“I see, I see. Well, what informa-
tion do you bring? It cannot possibly
be anything of moment, when all the
police are searching for her, and private
detectives as well. But let me hear.” "

Thereupon Pat told his story.

Mr. Dawson listened attentively.

He pulled at his mustache at times,
and moved in his chair, but. he did not
say a word.

“ Dhere ye have it, sor," said Pat, in.
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“This is a strange matter, a very
strange matter,” the gentleman mused.
“ You say you have told Sinclair Stack-
wood?”

“Yis, sor.”
“And what did he say?"
“Sure, he gave us ten dollars, and

tould us to hould our whist."

“Told you to keep still about it, eh?
That is very strange, it seems to me.
Why did he want it kept still‘? ”

“Sure, he said we had done our part,
and he would do dhe rest. He was going
to dhe police about it, and tould us
dhere was no nade fur us to go gettin’
ourselves into danger.”

“ What danger? ”

“ Phwy, from thim two murtherin’
villains phwat laid his brother out.”

“Oh! yes, I see, I see. Well, he was
no doubt right in that. You had better
not trouble your heads about it further,
1 think.”

“But, sure, we are on dhe trail fur
dhat reward ye offer, sor.”

“ You can not hope to win that. That
is for the police or a detective. Here, I
will give you ten dollars more,” taking
money from his pocket, “and you just
let the business drop.”

This was adding surprise to surprise.

Pat and Fan—tan looked at each other
in astonishment.

The man held out the money to Pat,
who took it without any hesitancy, but
it was a moment before the Irish lad
could offer response.

“Well, Oi suppose it is all roight, and
none av our business, but it is dhe quar-
est business dhat Oi ever stumbled into
in all me days, and dhat Oi'm saying."

“Never mind, never mind," said the
man, waving his hand. “ You have done
your part, and I am greatly obliged to
you. Take the money and welcome, and
dismiss the matter from your mind. Do
not meddle any further with it. The po-
lice can attend to it.”

“But, about dhe reward~”

“ Never mind the reward; be satisfied
with what you have got."

He tapped a bell and the butler ap-
peared. He was directed to show the
peculiar pards out, and, their interview

'at an end, there was nothing they could

do but retire.

For the benefit of the butler in the
buttons Pat bowed low before Fan-tan
Tom, waving him to precede, and thus
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CHAPTER VIII.
HAPPY PAT IN LIMIIO.

The door closed after them with a
suggestive bang.

Pat descended the steps with dignity,
while Fan—tan trotted after him.

They walked to the nearest corner
without speaking—in fact, without look-
ing at each other. They turned the cor—
ner, and then they stopped and faced
each other.

“Fan-tan,” said Pat, soberly,
have wan quistion to ask ye."

“ What is that?” inquired the Celes-
tial. “Me allee samee have one ques-
tion to ask you.”

“Is me head on me shoulders?”

“Allee samee him there. What for
you ask such fool question as that?”

“Begorra, Oi didn’t know phwether it
was dhere. or not. Sure, it must be as
impty as a gourd.”

“ You tellee me what mean.”

“Oi thought Oi had some brains, or
somethin’ dhat answered dhe purpose av
dhe real article, but Oi am blist av Oi
belave Oi have wan pinnyweight at all.
at all. By dhe same token, phwat was
yure quistion?”

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“IIi-yi! file no forgettec him. you
bettee. Me want to know which one of
them ten»dollal bills me to have."

“Bless yure ould heart, Fan—tan, ye
may take yure choice av thim."

Pat produced them both, and his part—
ner took one.

“ Allee samee him do.“ he said.

“And little good it will do ye. Sure.
ye will blow it all in at fan—tan before
dhe clock strikes twelve to—night. Dhat
is no funeral av mine, howevm‘. Oi want
to know phwat ye think av all dhis mys—
tery.”

“Allee samee too much for Tom.”

“And it 13 too much for me, too, be—
gorra. Dhat is dhe reason Oi think 0i
must have lost dhe little sinse Oi ever
had. But, come along, and let’s move as
we talk 0i have got to sind word dhat
Oi am sick, ye know, so that Oi can be
off juty dhe day.”

“ Hi! Then you no givee up? "

“ Nary a give up, you bet! Oi am onto
dhis thing now loike a ton av bricks.”

“What you going to do? ”

“Divil a wan av me knows, Fan-tan,
but Oi can never know peace nor rest
now until dhe mystery is cleared up and
dhe tangle straightened out. Oi am dhat
crazy.”

“Allee samee that no news.”

“ Don‘t be afther thrying to joke wid
me now, Fan-tan, an‘ ye love me. Me
head is dhat swimmin‘ wid bewildermint
dhat Oi am as lcilie as not to be afther
pastin’ ye wan in dhe eye, Tommy, tak-
in’ ye fur some one else. A man's broth-
er has been killed. and he don’t care;
another man’s daughter has been lost,
and he don‘t want to find her. Phwat
does it mane, allanna? ”

They tried to reason it out as they
walked along, but failed utterly, and
the more they talked it over the more
their curiosity was awakened.

In due course they reached Fan-tan’s
place of business, and Happy Pat went
in to finish the discussion.

“Oi tell ye phwat it is, Fan—tan.”

“All light, tell me.“

“Oi will go to dhe police wid dhe
whole matther, soon as Oi have gone
home and sint dhe word dhat Oi am sick
and can’t go to the office dhe day; and
let dhem tackle it.”

“Allee samee all light, you bettee.”
"‘ Then if there is any crooked work,
as you seem to think dhere is, by dhe
powers, some wan will git into
throuble! ”

“Goodee plan, Pat. Allee samee, we
stand ahead of game so far, twenty dol-
lals to goodee, you bette. All light, you
go home, gittee dinner, then come back
and we go for game bald headet.”

So they parted, and Pat went home.

He sent word by one of his sisters, a
girl two or three years younger than
himself, that he could not go to the of-
fice, and as he was a faithful messenger
and liked, his excuse was accepted.

Shortly after dinner he left the house
and bent his steps in the direction of
Fan—tan‘s domicile.

This took him in the same direction
as if he had been going to the telegraph
office, for a distance, and he went‘ahead
at a good pace, paying no attention to
anything.

Pat was a street boy—had been on
the streets ever since he had been old
enough to toddle—and could have found
his way anywhere in that neighborhood
blindfolded.

When in a hurry it was his custom, in
the daytime, to take a short cut through
a rather forbidding alley.

He never ventured into it by night.

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‘ alley when he came to it, and hastened

on.
There had
at the corner

been two women standing
as he came down the

a street. who had parted to let him enter

the alley, and no sooner had he gone in
than they followed him.

He had seen them, but had given them
no thought or attention.

The next he knew he was in their
grasp, a dirty apron was wound around
his head, and in about two seconds of
time he was whisked in through a door—
wav.

He offered fight, naturally, but the
women were large and strong. and they
had him at a disadvantage. He did not
know what it meant; it was the strangest
experience of his life.

But he did not long remain in doubt.

Other and stronger hands were soon
laid upon him, he was dragged along a.
hall and down a flight of stairs.

The apron was still around his head,
and a hand pressing it close over his
mouth made it not only impossible for
him to cry out, but difficult for him to
get his breath.

“ Well. we have got ye, have we?" 8.
voice demanded.

He knew the voice.

It was that of Con Kellar.

“And we‘ll lreep ye. too,” hissed an-
other \‘0i(‘(‘. that of Nig Branty.

One of them had a hand at his throat,
and the foul apron was now removed
from around 1:15 head.

“Don’t ye yaup,“ warned Keller. “or
I’ll press these knuckles of mine into
yer net-k till I shut off yer wind so‘s you
won‘t never find it again."

Pat tried to take a view of his sur—
roundings.

He was in semi-darkness: it was a.
damp hole. and the smell that greeted
him was not wholesome.

“W'e had better slit his wlieczer and
done with it," suggested the half-blood,
for such Nig Branty was—half negro
and half white, while at the same time
whole villain.

“ No, no; it won’t do,’

“Why not? ”

“ You know well enough.”

“Jist because we promised de women
we wouldn’t, if dey would gobble him for
us—~so! ”

“That is one reason, but the bigger
reason is that it was daylight, and it
will be funny if somebody didn‘t see
them take him in. No, we won’t kill
himwnot yet, anyhow.”

“ What then?"

“\Ve’ll fix him so’s he will keep all
right.”

“Well, jes’ as you say, Con; but he’d
orter be killed fer goin’ back on us dat
way.”

“ Never mind. You bind his feet while
I hold him this way, and then we will
bind his hands. You are here to stay,
you imp of Satan; do you understand
it? ”

“Sure, and ye make me late fur juty
Oi will lose me job, so 0i will,” Pat com—
plained.

“ To sulphur with yer job! What do we
keer?” ’

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CHAPTER IX.
PLAYING A GAME OF wrrs.

At first Pat had fully believed that
his life was at stake immediately.

Even as it was, it was only a respite.
He felt that he was‘in a situation from
which he would never escape.

What was he, a street boy of the great
metropolis? He would not be missed
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inhabited the cellar in which he found
himSelf.

If Fan—tan only knew of his predica-
ment—

But what was the use of wishing that?
He would have to make the best of it,
and “grin and bear it."

Nig Branty was not long in binding
his feet, and that done, the same favor
was accorded his hands, and he was ren—
dered utterly powerless to help himself
in any way whatever.

“ Now, then, soon's we‘ve gagged him
he will do,” said Kellar. “But I want
to talk with him a minute before we do
that."

“Well, don't be long at it," said Nig.

“ Boy, do you know your life is in dan—
ger?” Kellar demanded.

“Oi suppose it is, but pwhat av it?
Av C-l lose me job Oi must starve any-
how."

“ You will starve all the sooner here.
That is to say, if the rats don’t get in
their fine work on ye first, which it is
likely they will. This is what ye git fur
gein‘ back on us."

“Who has gone back on ye?"

“ You have."

“Nobody has asked me av it was you
dhat hit dhe feller on dhe head."

“No matter; you have been running
r round, and no doubt you have been tell-
in' all you know. You hadn‘t sense
enough to keep your head shut and 'tend
to your own business. ’

“How do you know?"

“ Don’t you suppose we have had our
eyes on you?”

“Prove it.”

“What is the use? We know, and we
made up our minds to do fur yo. I guess
you will believe it before you get out of
here.”

“Sure, it is lying to me ye are. It is
only scared ye are dhat Oi will tell some-
thing, and ye have laid fur me as Oi was
goin‘ to me work, to stop me tongue.’

“That is jist what we are going to do;
you have said it.”

“But it is widout rayson.”

“Now, see here, Irish: you have been
runnin’ around with that Chinee pal ot'
yours——we have, seen ye, understand.
You have been to a certain house up
town, and you went there on purpose to
blab on us no need to deny it, fur ye
l:ad no other errand there.”

“Kin ye prove dhat same? "

“We don’t have to; we take ye on sus-
picion of it.”

Pat was a lad of keen wit.

He believed that he could learn some-
thing of interest to himself, if he could
only get them to talk long enough.

“Sure, dhat is a dead wrong. Is it
roight to hang a man before he has been
thried, Oi would be askin’ av ye? Sure,
it is no fair dale ye are givin’ 

“Why not tell him right out?” sug~
gested Nig. “He won’t never git out
of here to blab—”

“Not on yer life! " cried Con.
hold your tongue, too."

“ Phwy not tell me all, is it? " queried
Pat. “Sure, thin, it is something ye
are kaping back."

” Don’t let it bother you. You know
that what I have said is so, and we
know it is so, and that is all there is
about it. You are here, and that is all
we care about ”

“ But, ye say dhat Oi have been to a
house, do ye? "

“ That is what I said."

“ Well, phwat more did ye see afther
dhat? ”

“ Enough to satisfy us that you wasn't
dealin' square with us, be sure of that."

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have dhe might to know phwat it is fur.
Oi have done nothin' to yez——"

“ Bah! what a liar! Maybe you will
deny that ye hollered a name at us last
night. It was to the house of that same
party that ye went, and no doubt to
tell on us, and what ye had seen."

Pat was thinking rapidly. He wanted
to entrap them into saying something;
that would reveal to him just how much
or how little they really knew.

“ And phwat of dhat? Sure, dhat is no
proof dhat Oi have been blowing out 0:1
yez, is it?”

“We ain't waitin’ fur proof, we are
takin' ye on ’spicion.”

“Well, and ye folleyed me, did ye?"

“I said so.”

“Well, dhen ye know dhat. Oi came
from dhere straight home, and had me
dinner and was goin‘ to work, don’t ye? ”

“Yeswthat is to say, it don‘t matter
what you did after that, we had the dead-
wood on ye fur goin’ there. I want to
know what you was goin’ to do next, if
we hadn’t stopped ye?"

"Well, now, an’ ye had folleyed me
furdher ye would have found out. Ye
have spoiled dhe foinest chance ye ever
had in yure loives, so ye have. But, ye
pair av bla’guards, ye, it is not folleyin'
me at all ye have been doin’, no more
ye did.”

The two fellows looked at each other
quickly.

Pat was sure then that his suspicion
was right. He did not believe they had
folIOWed him.

If that had been the case, why no men-
tion of his calling at the house of the
Dawsons immediately after leaving
Stackwood’s? And then a sudden idea
came to him.

He was on the point of letting it out
but he checked himself in time.

' What is that you say?” demanded
Kellar.

'Oi said it.‘ ‘

“But, ain’t here the proof that we did
follow you, hang you! What did we nab
you for. else?‘

Pat would have liked to tell them the
real reason. for he believed he had solved
it, but he was prudent and tempered hlS
rejoinder to suit the occasion, saying.

' As Oi tould ye because ye are a pair
av cowards, and was afraid dhat Oi
would blow out on yez."

“We know dhat you have done dat.
a'ready," growled Branty.

" You hold your jaw, will ye!” cried
Kellar.

' Well, we do know it.”

“ Confound you! When will you learn
sense? Didn‘t l tell you that I would
do the talking here?”

“Well, go ahead, but if it was me
I'd end it mighty quick, i tell ye. "

The other got up and walked away to
the steps.

“Now, see here, boy." hissed Kellar
then: “Your life ain’t worth a cent, do
you understand that?”

“Sure, Oi could have tould ye dhat
same," agreed Pat.

“We are onto you, and that Chinee
pal of yours. We are goin fer him
roon’s we git the chance and he will
fare worse ’n what you have [m tellin’
ye. But, answer me this:" a

“ Phwat is it? ”

“ Have you told any one else besides
the folks at Stackwoods’? ”

“By dhe same token it is not ad-
mitting Oi am dhat Oi have tould any
wan dhere. '3ure, it is you dhat's
makin’ all dhe fuss. and not mesel'.”

At that moment a whistle was heard
at the top of the stairs.

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CHAPTER X.
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Instantly Con Kellar clapped his hand
over Pa.‘s mouth.

“ D315; you so much as try to peep! "
he gave warning. “If ye do, by the
great, I’ll strangle ye!“

There was no chance for Pat to make
any outcry, even had he dared, for he
was held too securely. And a gag was
hastily formed and thrust into his mouth
a moment later.

“What kin it mean?”
Branty.

“I give it up," whispered Con.
had better keep shady.”

“ There shall we put this teller?”

“VVe’ll dump him back here in the
corner. Ketch holt.”

Together they lifted their prisoner and
bore him to the rear part of the darksome
hole.

When they stopped they gave him a
swing and a toss, and terror seized Hap-
py Pat’s heart for a moment, for he had
heard of persons being thrown into her
rible holes.

He was not long in transit, however.

Only a moment, and then he fell upon
a heap of rags and rubbish.

He heard the two men move away in
the darkness immediately, for it was
dark in that corner, and he saw their
forms in outline when they came into
the semi-light at the foot of the stairs.

Just then heavy steps were heard
above.

“I tell ye, it is no sich thing!" cried
a woman’s harsh voice.

She lies the hussy! ’ another voice
added “We have done no such a thing
at all copper‘

‘Yes, they did, too." piped a voice in
a higher key, also a female’s ‘ i seen
thim wid my own eyes. They dragged
him right into this very door, so they
did and they are lying.’

Pat recognized that voice.

it was that of his sister, who had
gone with his message to the office where
he was employed '

' We’ll have to see about it." spoke
a man’s voice ‘ You had better own
up, women. for it will be the easier for
you if you do. What have you done
with him?"

' She lies' ” one of the voices screamed.
‘ Oh: I could tear out your two eyes,
you hussy! "

1 don’t lie,” th girl persisted.
want you to and m, copper."

The shadowy forms at the foot of the
stairs had now vanished, as Happy Pat
could see. The whistle had given them
th warning

The footsteps sounded along the hall,
and by the number of them Pat rightly
guessed that there were two policemen
with his sister—not likely that one would
venture into such a. crib alone.

The voices of the two women kept up
an angry babel.

Suddenly Pat felt heavy hands seize
him, and he was pulled down into some-
thing of a hollow in the heap of rags.

The next instant the tw0 men who harl
captured him—as he rightly surmised,
tumbled into the hole with him, and the
rags were pulled hastily down to cover
thenn

Pat believed that he would surely
smother and 'trangle. .

“You say he is not here, do you?”
demanded one of the policemen. at the
top of the stairs.

“ Of course we say it! " cried the wo-
men together.

‘ Well. then, you can‘t object to our
going down cellar to look around. Get
me a. lamp, one of you.”

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“ But what is the use—”

“Get a light, I tell you!"

There was muttering and grumbling,
and one of the women moved away to
obey the order.

“Please don‘t believe them and let
them fool you,” Pat heard his sister
plead. “I know he is here somewhere.
Do you think I would run to you wid a
lie in my mout’?"

“We’ll soon see,” was the answer.

“She does lie!" cried the woman re-
maining. “She has a grudge ag‘in us,
so she has."

And so they kept it up, and it seemed
to Pat as if the light would never be
brought, but presently other steps were
heard again, and then he heard them
descend.

The two rascals were lying close to
Pat——almost upon him, in fact, and one
had hold of his throat.

“Don’t you move when they come
here,” that one hissed into his ear. “ if
you do, I‘ll slip a knife in between your
ribs before you know what has hap-
pened. Take warnin’.”

Pat knew that he would have to obey.

He did not dare take the risk of try-
ing to move, and it was doubtful if he
could have moved sufficiently to attract
attention anyhow.

The policemen and the others came
down the steps, and the prisoner was
just able to catch a faint glimmer of
light through the covering of rags that
was over him and his enemies.

He did not believe that they would be
discovered.

_ There were not a few rags only, but
tons of them in the heap, and they were
covered probably two or three feet thick.

Pat could see the light moving about
the cellar, a gleam now and then coming
through a chink in the rag heap, and he
could hear most of what was being said.

“I tell ye ye won't find him here,"
one of the Women declared, as they came
near the heap. “Ye had better run the
young' winch in herself.”

“Of course he is not here, ye can see
for yourselves,” the other lent support.

-“ It does not look so, that is the fact,”
agreed one of the policemen.

” But he is somewheres in the house,"
cried Pat’s sister.

“You are welcome to search it from
top to bottom, coppers,” one of the wo-
men invited.

“And then hang us both if ye find
him,” said the other. “What the lying
hUSSY ever said it for is more than I
can see. Oh! you hold thing!

“Are you sure you ain’t mistaken?"
demanded one officer.

“ No, no, there is no mistake about it,”
urged the girl.

“ Well, it is mighty strange, then. You
can see for yourself that he is not here.”

“But he is somewheres in the house.
Oh, I know he is somewheres in the
house, policemen. Please help me find
him, and get him out, won’t ye? "

They had now passed the heap of rags.

“ Well, we will go through the house
with you, if it will do you any good,"

“Yes, yes, please do that, for we are
sure to find him. I would never tell ye
a lie about it, no more I would. He is
my brother. and I must find him, if I
have to do it alone.”

“Well, come on, for he isn’t down
here.”

They moved on, and in a few minutes
more their feet were heard on the stairs.

They went up, and the door at the top
was heard to close after them as they
passed out, and then their steps re-
sounded overhead.

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two knaves to shake themselves out of
the rags. They were half smothered.
apparently, the same as Pat, and were
glad to get a breath of the comparative-
ly fresh air.

“You done, well, boy, ter lay still,"
said one of the men. “I was ready to
jam ye."

“And what better place do we want
fer him?" the other demanded. “We
can bury him deep in the rags, and it
would take. a terrier to find him under
them all. Let‘s bury him.“

Accordingly they did, until Pat thought
he would die of suffocation.

Thus they left him, and he heard
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CHAPTER XI.
ItESt‘i'l‘} .txn ESWAI'E.

Pat now felt despondent.

He listened for the heavy tread of the
policemen, and presently heard their
footsteps again when they came down
from the upper parts of the house.

There was more talk in the hall, the
two women—and now more with them—-
denouncing the girl, and she crying and
still adhering tenaciously to the story
she had told at first.

But they went away, and she with the
policemen. for it would have been dan-
gerous for her to remain.

Then presently the whistle was heard,
as once before.

Immediately the door at the top of
the steps opened and closed, men‘s steps
were heard, and after that only the or-
dinary sounds of the house came to the
prisoner's 8(1'5.

Happy Pat was in a bad fix.

Tied hands and feet, gagged,
buried under the heap of rags.

He had remained still until he could
stand it no longer, and now he must
make a fight for air if he could get it, or
suffocate.

So 'he commenced to wriggle and
squirm. trying to worm his way out of
the heap. He was able to make enough
progress to encourage him to keep on,
and at last he got his head out.

That was enough for the present. What
he had wanted was air, and, having got
that, he was content to rest himself.

Some time passed, and no one came
into the cellar.

When he had rested, he tried to get
his hands or feet loose. but it was use-
less to try. He had read of boys in a
similar fix who had managed to free
themselves in one way or another. but
he now doubted the truth of such stories.
It was more than he could do.

So passed the afternoon, and night
came, and the cellar became entirely
dark.

Pat was by this time in a fever.

It would have been a relief, almost,
if his foes had put in their appearance
again.

Presently he thought he heard the
click of the latch of the door at the top
of the stairs. We listened attentively,
and the next sound was a creak of a
step.

Some one was oming.

He listened a entively, but heard
nothing more for a time. Then he saw
the sudden blaze of a match in the dark-
ness.

It revealed a girl, and she was lighting
a candle. Having done that, she turned
her face toward him, and he saw it was
his sister. He felt as if he would like
to shout, if he could.

He thought of groaning. so that she
would hear him; but fearing that he
might needlessly frighten her, he did
not do so, but waited.

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When she had got the candle to burn-
ing brightly, she advanced straight to-
ward him.

Pat lay
watched.

She came on, looking this way an}.
that, while she sheltered the tiny flan...-
of the candle with her hand.

Presently her eyes fell on him, and sh‘
stopped short. That for a moment only,
and then she ran forward to where he
lay, with a half sob choking her as she
cried in a whisper:

“ I knowed ye wur here, Pat, I knoweti
ye wur! "

As quickly as she could with one hand,
holding the candle in the other, she
untied the gag and removed it.

Happy Pat‘s jaw was so stiff that he,
could hardly close his mouth, and he
made several efforts before he could
speak.

“It is a jewel ye are, Kathy!" were
his first words. “Sure, and had it not
been fur ye, Oi moight lay here till Oi
died."

“I was not goin’ to leave ye here, Pat,
if I could find ye at all, at all."

“Sure ye wouldn‘t, swate wan."

“ You see, I did not dare come back
while it was light, but when it got dark
I came and sneaked into the house, and
here I am.”

“And thank God fur it,” said Pat,
fervently. “ But, put yure hand in me
pocket, swate wan, and get me knife
and cut dhese strings dhat are houldin'
av me fast, wud ye?"

She proceeded promptly to obey.

The knife was soon found and opened,
and in a few moments more Pat was
free.

“Dhey shall pay fur dhis, dhe spal—
peens!" cried Pat, as he got up and
stretched himself. “ Sure, av Oi meant
business before, Oi mane it all dhe more
now, by me soul."

“ We must get out of here, Pat, and
then you must come straight home."

“Home, is it? ”

‘6 Yes.$)

“ Not a bit av it, not yet.‘_‘

“But, mother is that worried about
ye, Pat, darlint.”

“No matther, you can tell her dhat
Oi am on me two pins and kickin’ all
roight."

“ But where are you going? ”

“ Phwere am Oi going? Phwere would
Oi be going, but to look fur Fan-tan.”

By the way, Pat had told his sister all
about the mystery, at dinner that day.
so she could readily grasp what further
he had to say now, in the same connec-
tion.

“ Fan-tan? " she repeated.

“ Yis, av coorse. Dhe two murtherin’
gossoons said dhey wur goin’ to do fur
him, so they did.”

“Mercy on us! But can’t I be of some
help to you, Pat? Maybe you will only
run into more dangers, and will get into
a worse trouble nor what this wan was."

“ No, no, yure place is at home. afther
noight, swate Kathy.”

“Well, we must get out av here.”

“Yis, yis. so we must.”

They moved toward the stairs, taking
care not to make a noise.

At the bottom of the steps they stopped
and listened, and hearing nothing‘but
the ordinary sounds of the house, ven-
tured up.

When they came to the landing at the
top, Pat blew out the light, and they
waited a few seconds before opening
the door. Hearing nothing to make them
hesitate longer, Pat turned the knob.

He opened the door, and they stepped
forth into the lighted hall.

still and kept silent, and

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It was not very light, having only one
lamp, and that a dirty affair, but it was
plenty light enough for them to see and
be seen.

No one was
that moment,

there, as it happened, at
and they made a dash
for the front door, but before they
reached it the door opened, and one of
the women who had captured Pat stepped
in.

She was a big woman, fat and heavy,
and at sight of Pat and the girl she
stopped short and voiced a scream.

It was instantly responded to further
back in the hall.

There was the other Virago!

“Clear dhe road!” cried Pat, with
vigor. “Begorra, an ye don’t, ye must
take the consequincesl"

Taking hold of his sister's hand he
ran straight on, and the woman stopping
squarely in his path, there could not
help being a collision, and it is a known
law of physics that the object struck
gets the worst of the contact.

Luckily, the woman had not closed the
door after her, being too greatly sur—
prised on seeing Pat and his rescuer,
and when Happy Pat’s head took her
squarely in the chest she went back—
ward through the door and brought up
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CHAPTER XII.
I‘AT HOT ON THE TRAIL.

Pat did not wait to see what damage
had been done.

The other termagant was coming along
the hall behind them as fast as she could
travel.

Still holding to his sister‘s hand, he
went out the door like a shot, she fol-
lowing, and he ran with her along the
alley to the street nearest their home,
and the last they heard of the two wo-
men they were yelling for the police.

"Served thim roight. begorra!" cried
Pat. when they slackened their pace.
"Sure. it was a dirthy thrick dhey
played on me, so it was, and 0i have
only paid dhem back fur it. Oi wush Oi
could have served dhe other wan dhe
same by dhe same token.”

“Yes, but I hope you have not killed
her, Pat."

“Nary a kill, darlint, dhe way she
was a-yellin’ whin we came out av dhe
alley.”

“And where now, Pat? "

“ Home wid you, and dhen phwere Oi
tould ye.”

They talked as they hurried along, and
on reaching home Pat only remained
long enough to catch a bite of supper.

He left his sister to tell the whole
story, only saying enough himself to
show what a brave deed Katy had per-
formed in his behalf, and then was off
to see Fan-tan Tom.

He had had plenty of time to think
the case over, during his imprisonment,
but he had not been able to solve the
mystery, of course. In fact, he could
hardly begin to touch the outside of it,

as yet. It was something he could not
fathom.

But there was one thing he did believe,
thoroughly.

That was that Fan-tan Tom had been
right in his estimate of Sinclair Stack-
wood.

It ran in Happy Pat’s head that it was
he who had apprised Con Kellar and
Nig Branty of his visit to the house, and
if so. that would account for all the
knowledge they had shown proof of pos-

sessing.

‘ The wonder to Pat was that they had
.not killed him.

But, then, he reflected upon what had,

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been said on that point at the time of his
capture.

As may be surmised. he did not take
the shortest cut, this time, to Fan-tan
Tom‘s domicile, but he lost no time on
way. and presently burst in like
a whirlwind.

Fan-tan was not in sight.

The partner was there.

“Where’s Fan—tan? ‘ demanded Pat.

“Me no tellee you," was the response.

“ You don‘t know 1’ "

"No. You no seen him? ‘

“Not even his pigtail, Chop.”

“Him go to findee you, allee samee
no comee back.‘

" He went to find me?”

:1 uPlpl!’

‘When did he go?”

‘ Bout two, thlee ’clock."

" And how did he know phwere he was
goin to foind me? Sure, he never wint
to me hon.e at all, at all."

" No, no: boy bling lettel fo’ him; him
lead lettel; him say Pat wantee him bel—
ly bad; him go double quickee findee
you; puttee big gun in pocket; gitee
outee."

“Dhe murtherin’ bla‘guards!” cried
Pat. almost beside himself. “Sure, dhcy
have got in dheir foine work on me part-
ner already, so dhey have. Oh! may dhe
saints presarve him 'until Oi can foind
him! And, by dhe same token may Oi
foind thim. too.”

“ What mattee? ”
partner.

“ Phwat would be
haythin, ye! Don’t ye see
Fan-tan is a goner?"

“But you all light, allee samee; Fan—
tan him come back when him losee allee
money; allee samee never comee back
while him win money—hi-yi! you bettee
not.“

“But ye wrong him, Chop.
no fan-tan in dhis.”

is  9!

“Sure. Oi tell ye he has fallen into
dhe hands av dhe inimy. and no tellin'
phwat has happened to him. But, say? ”

“ Whatee wantee? ”

“ Do you know where he went to? "

“No, me no know, but allee samee
him left lettel here—”

“Give it to me!” cried Pat, eagerly.
“ Give it to me, Oi say. Dhe wonder is
dhat you wouldn’t said—”

But by that time the letter was in his
hands.

It was not a letter, properly speaking,
but a scrawl on a piece of waste paper.

In . big, bold, straggling characters,
Pat had to admit to himself that it
looked about like what he must have
done himself, had be been really the
author of it.

It took him some minutes to spell it
out, but finally he mastered its mean—
mg.

And that meaning was to this effect:

“ Fan—tan:

“ Come as quick as you can to No. —
—— street, and come right in the base-
ment door. I will be there and will ex—
plain more then. On the track. Pat.”

Such was its import translated out of
the original hieroglyplhcs into which its
meaning had been couched.

"Poor Tom! poor Tom!” sighed Pat.
“Sure, it is maybe enough dhat all 01
will foind will be his cold, yaller corpse:
Oi wush now dhat Oi had not left him
fur wan minit.”

“You no thinkee him dead?"
the partner, in alarm.

" It is lucky if he ain’t, can’t ye see
fur yesel’? If ye can’t see it, sure, 0i
have no toime to be tellin’ ye. 0i must
be off to his rescue, begob! "

asked Fan-tan’s

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“ You blingee him back?"

“Yis. be hivvins. dead or aloive, Oi
will bring him back! "

“Heap goodee! You bully boy, Pat:
Fan-tan him say so many time. You go
in to win.”

Pat. did not linger there a moment
more than necessary, but was off like a
shot for adventure new.

He had a clew, the missive that had
lured Fan—tan away, but whether or not
it would amount to anything as a means
of finding him, that remained to be test-
ed.

Avoiding the streets through which
he was accustomed to pass. he made his
way as directly as possible to the place
of his destination.

It was an old-time house on a disrepu-
table street.

Three stories high, but squatty in ap—
pearance, it had a front stoop with a
basement door underneath.

Pat took a survey of the place from
the opposite side of the street, and
stopped to consider the matter before
he ventured further. He did not want

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away.

It was night, remember.

The street was but poorly lighted just
here and at first Pat thought the house
was all dark.

While he looked, however, he came to
the conclusion that there was a light in
one of the rooms of the middle floor,
for that window seemed a little less dark
than the rest.

But, if there was a light there, then
the windows were extra heavily cur—
tained. And this was the hor se to
which his Chinese pard had been ured.

How to get in, that was the question.
Once in, it might be a question how to
get out again.

To ring the hell would be the height
of folly, for what would he say?

Suddenly it flashed into mind how
Fan-tan had been told to enter, and
Happy Pat resolved to try the same plan,
come what might of it. So he crossed
the street and went to the basement
door. '

 

CHAPTER XIII.
GOING INTO 'DHE TIGER'S LAIR.

Pat labored under excitement.

Having just been rescued from one
dilemma, he did not purpose getting into
another if he could help it.

And yet, to apply the word correctly,
he was in a dilemma already. If he went
ahead, he was running into danger; if
he did not go ahead, he was false to his
friend.

His decision was made.

All that remained was to obServe due
caution and avoid getting into trouble if
possible.

He listened for a few moments before
he acted.

Nothing was to be heard, and he care-
fully tried the door. °

He turned the knob slowly, then
pushed gently, but he soon found that
it did not yield to his touch—that it was
secured within, and that he was barred
out.

“ Begorra, it is no more dhan Oi ex—
pected,” he muttered to himself.

Was Fan-tan in this house? How was
he going to find out? And, if he was
there, how was he to be rescued?

“ It would turn dhe brain av a Solly-
mun, so it would," the Irish lad said to
himself. “Sure, Oi almost wush dhat Oi
had not got mixed up in it,'dhat same
Oi do."

It was almost utter darkness where he
stood.

    

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He was in a little square space under
the stoop, and he proceeded to feel about
to learn what it was like.

This he (lid carefully, lest he might
displace something that would come
down with a clatter and give away the
fact that some one was prowling around
there in the dark.

But there was nothing of that kind.

What he did find was a little door, as
he took it to be, opening into a small
space under the steps of the Stoop.

This he discovered by finding that
something yielded under his hand as he
felt along that side, and in a moment
more he had found the latch that opened
the door. -

With due caution he opened it, and he
decided to strike a match.

The light of the match revealed a small
closet—like space under the stoop steps,
in which was nothing but an empty
garbage can and some rolls of kindling
wood.

He put out the match the moment it
had served its purpose, and was about
to close the door, when hasty steps
claimed his attention.

They were coming along the street at
a rapid pace.

He heard the voices of two men in
discussion as they came, and what was
his surprise to find that they turned in
by the stoop.

Had there been any light there, he
must surely have been discovered. Or,
if he had not been in the closet under
the steps—for he had been just on the
point of stepping out.

As it was, he pulled the door to, taking
care not to let it latch, and even as he
did so the two men were already "at
hand.

Pat had a finger in the crack of the
door, so that it could make no sound.

“ Lucky fer us he don’t know anything
more to tell, anyhow,” said the voice of
Con Kellar. “He can’t do us any hurt
now, and all we have got to do is keep
out of sight for a time.”

“ And it won’t be well fer him to fall
into our hands again,” growled Nig
Branty. “If he does, we’ll carve him,
you bet.”

“Bet your life on it.”

Pat now heard the fumbling of a key
against the door of the basement.

“ And he won’t find his Chinee pard on
hand to help him any more, that is one
good thing,” said Kellar.

“ You’s right. Dat Chinee no fool, but
we got him on de hip in good shape,
didn't we? Did you ever see a yaller—
face as surprised in all yer life? It was
as. good as a circus!”

‘ .You will see another look on his mug
at iaidnight, when we—”

But at that moment the key found
the keyhole and the lock clicked, and he
did not finish what he had started to
say.

They passed into the house,.closing
the door after them, and Happy Pat’s
heart resumed its beating—for it seemed
to him as if it had been standing still
for a time.

“ Howly Saint Pathrick! ” he exclaimed
under his breath, “but thOt was dhe
divil’s own close shave, so it was. Sure,
dhe wimmin have tould thim that Oi
have escaped; but little dhey t’ink dhat
Oi am so close to, thim dhis blessed min-
nit.”

His first inclination was to get out
and run away as fast as his legs could
carry him.

But he quickly put that thought away.

“No, begob! Danger or no danger.
Fan-tan Tom has got to be found, and
got out av dhe flx he is in. Sure, he
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it was me dhat sint fur him, and Oi
would be a coward and all if Oi wint
back on him now. Nix, begorra! ”

He stepped forth from the closet and
closed the door carefully.

That done, he listened at the other
door, but nothing was to be heard at
the moment, and no light was to be seen.

He tried the knob.

It turned, but this time it did more——
it opened the door.

Pat's heart was going like a trip-
hammer almost, and he felt perspiration
standing out on his forehead.

He opened the door a little way and
looked in, but it was too dark for him
to see a thing. By listening, however,
he heard the footsteps of the two men
on the floor above. '

He slipped in and shut the door.

What to do he hardly knew, though
he knew well enough his object.

It was, first, the finding and rescuing
of Fan—tan Tom. Then the getting to
the bottom of the mystery with him.

Feeling that he might safely do so,
catching a faint glimmer of light from
above, and knowing that he was not
likely to be detected, he struck a match
to get a momentary view of the place
he was in.

It was a basement hall, bare and un-
furnished.

There was a door immediately at hand
on the right, and another further along.

On the left, about half way down the
hall, was an offset with a door facing
the front. That, at a glance, was clear—
ly the door leading into a closet or down
into the cellar.

The offset explained that the stairs
were contained in it, and that the ascent
began at the rear end of the hall.

These things Pat noted in a brief mo-
ment.

“ Begorra, it is a foine chance 0i have
to run, if nade be," he said to himself.
“Oi could get out av here twice dhe
while dhey wur comin’ down the stairs,
and maybe dhey would never know Oi
had been here at all, at all. But dhat
would never do."

He paused to think before going fur-
ther.

“No, fur sure it would not,” he de-
cided. “Oi could get into dhe hole under
dhe stoop, thrue enough, but dhey would
be afther lockin’ dhe dure, and Oi would
be no betther off nor phwat Oi was at
first. No, begob, Oi am here, and here
Oi must stay, until Oi make sure dhat
Fan-tan Tom is not in dhe house, at dhe
laste. Let me look further.”

He stepped silently to the door in the
offset.

There was a key in the lock, and he
softly turned it and unlocked the door.

He opened it, and the damp air that
came out told him at once that it was
the door leading to the cellar, and he
had only to strike another match to
prove it.

Pausing a moment to decide what he
should do, a new thought came to his
mind. He stepped within upon the little
landing at the top of the steps, and
there, sitting down, he hurriedly re-
moved his shoes. He little thought that
act was going to get him into trouble
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CHAPTER XIV.
PAT’S HEAD IN THE LION’S MOUTH.

His shoes off, Pat placed them against
the wall on his left and got up on his
feet.

He could now move lively without be-
ing heard, and it was his intention to
go on up to the other floors of the house
and learn whatever he could of the se-
crets of his toes.

 

Coming out, he closed the door save
a little crack, so that he could have a
sure place of retreat.without making a
noise opening the door, and felt his way
further along the hall until he came to
the stairs, which he proceeded forthwith.
to ascend.

Just a faint suggestion of light came
to him from the second floor above the
basement.

He did not dare light another match
now. ,

Feeling his way, he went carefully,
yet swiftly, up, and in a few moments
came to the landing where the light was.

It was a little lamp standing on a
corner shelf in the hall, and was turned
low. Here the hall was carpeted, and
there was one chair at the end where.
the light was.

The hal‘. was short, and Pat saw there.
was no possible place in which he could
hide.

There were three doors in sight, how—
ever.

Pat heard men’s voices, and it did not
take him long to locate the room from
which the sound came.

Advancing to that door, he laid his.
ear against it and listened. He was
there to learn all he could, and, having
run the risk so far, he was going to stop
at nothing.

“Well, ain‘t it about time they was
here?” he heard Nig Branty asking, the
first word- he caught.

“Yes, they'd orter be here in a few
minutes,” responded Kellar.

“Wonder what more is wanted of
us? ”

“Give it up, but we’ll find out soon
enough when they git here, no doubt.”

“I hope it ain‘t nothin’ that will run
us into any risk, now that that feller is
at large ag’in. He is bound to git us.
into trouble, if we don’t watch out.
sharp.”

“And he will get into trouble himself
if he don‘t watch out sharper, I kin tell
him that.”

Pat trembled as he listened, yet had
to grin at the same time.

“ If yez ownly knowed Oi was here,”
he thought.

Just then came a sound from below.

A door opened and closed.

Thenext moment steps were heard on
the stairs, and at the same time a move-
ment was heard in the room where the
two men were.

Pat’s hair fairly stood on end for a.
moment. There he was, between two
fires, as it were, and without the slight-
est chance for escape, as it appeared at.
first.

There was no time given for thought.

If he turned toward the stairs he-
would be seen by the man coming up,
while if he remained two seconds where
he Was the door might open and reveal?
him.

Two yards away was another door, at,
the end of the hall, and with a leap Pat.
had his hands on the knob to try it. It
was not locked, and it was only the work
of a second for him to slip in.

But, horror! the room was lighted!

Not a fraction of a second too soon
had he been, for even as he closed this.
door the other opened, and the man
came up the stairs and was greeted by
Con Kellar. '

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What he expected was a shot, a shout,.
or a hand at his throat, the moment he».
entered the room, and for a second or
two he stood in a crouching manner,.
much like a dog that expects a cuff or a.
kick. ~
To his surprise, nothing happened, and
he ventured to look up.

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The voices were in the same room with
him now, as it seemed, and he could not
comprehend it.

A glance around him, however, told
the story. He had entered an alcove of
the main room, and was where he could
not be seen by those in the larger part
of the room.

And the reason he had not been
heard was because he had opened this
door at the same time that Con Kellar
had opened the other.

“ I am glad to find you here," the new-
comer was saying.

Pat recognized the voice instantly.

It was Sinclair Stackwood.

“Well, what more is it ye want of
us?” inquired Con Kellar. “We have
got to keep mighty shady now.”

“ How is that? ”

“Why, that young Irish lad has got

out of our hands, somehow, and no tell-

ing what minute he will bring the police
down on us.”

" 'I hunderl After my putting you on to
him, to think that you would let him get
away from you again This may spoil
the whole business. Confound it! do you
think he knows anything about this
place? ”

“ How can he? "

“And no one followed you here?"

“Naw, of course not. But we have
got to take care not to be seen.”

“And what about the Chinese?”

“He is right as a trivet, you bet. We
have got him trussed up down in the

cellar, and he can‘t get away."

“So you thought of the other one,
but——”

“Well, it can't happen here, for how
could anybody git in? Oh, no, no use to
worry about that,”

Pat could have jumped for joy almost,
learning where his partner was, but he
had to observe the greatest caution not
to move or make a sound that could be
heard.

“All right,” said Stackwood, “see that
he does not get away; and take the best
of care that you do not get nabbed be-
fore I am done with you. You had better
disguise yourselves some, to lessen the
Now, pay attention to what I
am going to say.”

“ You bet.”

“Before I begin, remember that you
have been well paid, so far, and that you
will be paid more when you are done. If
you should get into trouble, do not for-
get your Jath not to drag me into it
with you.”

“That's all right," they both agreed,
as a matter of course.

“ Now, I am going to give that fool one
more chance, seeing that you failed to do
for him the first time. I want you to
bring him here, and then go out while
I have a talk with him. There must be
no witness to What I have to say to
him.” -

“ All right.”

“If he will come to my terms, well
and good. If not, then you can finish the
Job at midnight. You understand?”

" Certainly we do.”

“Bring him then. And if, while he is
here, there should come a man to see
me, you are to tell him to wait. Then
bring me word right away that he is
here. His name is Dawson.”

“We’ll tend to him, you bet.”

“ Now bring the fellow and leave him
here with me.”

The door opened, and the two men

,left the room and opened the other door

further along the hall.

Happy Pat listened sharply, and heard
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if carrying something, and he rightly
guessed what that something was.

“Shall we ongag him?" asked Kellar.

“Yes, remove the gag and place him
in that chair and retire.”

There was a few moments of delay,
and the two men left the room, and then
a further pause.

Heavy curtains on a pole partly cut
off the alcove in which Pat was hiding,
and he could not resist the desire to
take a peep into the other room from
behind one of them.

There, in a chair, sat the man whom
he had seen struck down on the previous
night, his hands and feet bound, and
he looked ill and pale. In a chair oppo-
site sat his brother, his sinister face
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CHAPTER XV.
Tm: LINN‘S Moi'rn whosns.

Sinclair Stackwood was the first to
speak.

“Well, you see what it has come to,”
he grated fiercely.

The other made no response, but sat
with head bowed, as if too sick to talk.

“You see what it has come to," the
other repeated. “1 am going to let you
see my hand, for I have nothing to fear.
You have no witness, and I can deny it
if you hold me to account.”

“I'll be out of your way shortly,”
said the other, in low, strained tone.
“I am sick-I believe I am dying. Then
you will have it all your own way, Sin-
clair. You have murdered me; you can
never run away from that, and it will
haunt you while you live.”

“Ha, ha, ha! So it might a man of
less nerve than I have got, but it will
not trouble do. Yes, I have murdered
you,” in a low tone: “that is to say, I
hare begun it, and I am going to finish
it unless you come to my terms and do
what I say."

“Then murder me at once and end
my misery."

“You wil not do it?"

“ Never! "

“ All right, you have seaicd your fate.
But, hear what I have to offer you: If
you will appoint a wedding day with
Nellie Dawson, and then let me person-
ate you and marry her, I will let you
live. Not only that. but I will see that
you are well supported in some foreign
land. Unless you do this, to-night you
die, and your death will ever be a mys—
tery. You see, I show you my hand.”

“You dog!" the other cried, with a
show of spirit, rousing up and his eyes
flashing. “Can you imagine me so
base as to do what you demand? You
have no hope of winning the love of
that pure girl yourself, but you would
rob me of her at any cost. Never! Do
your worst, but make sure that you do
it well, for once let me escape, and see
if I do not bring you to the fate you
deserve for this. I will expose—"

“Ha, ha, ha! You can't do it. Where
is your witness. I would deny it; and
people would only laugh at you for
your trouble. They would call you in—
sane if you were to tell such a story
about your brother.“

“ Brother! I spurn and disown you! ”

His head sank again.

Happy Pat was almost beside himself
with indignation. Let him only get the
chance to rescue Fan—tan Tom, and see
if they together would not save this poor
man and bring the other to justice.

“All right, I will do my worst. At
midnight you die, and no one will ever
know what has become of you. It will
be a mystery forever. I will mourn you
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other effort to win the woman I lov ,
and with you out of the way she will
listen.”

The prisoner uttered a moan.

His villainous brother stepped to t‘; a
door and whistled. v

The two men came up from down.-
stairs, and the prisoner was removel
from the room.

“I am bound to win," the scoundrtl
said to himself, as he paced up and dow _1
the room. “ Now let Dawson come, and
let me settle with him—”

There was a ring at the bell.

In a few moments a man was shown
into the room, and Happy Pat, stiil
looking, saw that he had a pistol in his
hand.

At the sight of the weapon Sinclair
Stackwood leaped back, and his face
turned ghastly. He put out his hands as
if to ward off an expected bullet, while
he cried—

“Don’t shoot!

“ You need have no fear, sir.‘ was the
calm return. “ You must know that you
deserve to be shot, or you would have
no such fear of me."

“ No, no; but I thought maybe you be-
lieved that I know Where your daughter
is, and I swear that I do not know. Put
away your weapon and sit down, for I
want to talk with you."

“I prefer to hold it in my hand, but
I will sit down. This is an unusual
place to appoint for an interview, when
you might have called at my house.
Now, say what you have to say, and let
me be going. I do not enjoy your com-
pany well enough to remain long in it."

Happy Pat was looking and listening
with eyes protruding and every sense
alert.

“Thank you for the compliment,".said
Sinclair, taking a seat, his face reszi; -
ing its sinister expression. “I ‘."an_ed
you here because I am going to say cer—
tain things to you which you might like
to prove against me if you had a '.‘.'l:'.ll‘?f~33,
and here I am sure that you can have
none. As to your weapon, hold it in
your hand if you choose; I have no 1131‘
of it. You dare not shoot me in this
house."

“Well, say what you have to say to
me, and be quick about it.”

“Your property is all mortgaged very
heavily, and my brother and I hold the
mortgages. While our father lived 3m
were tided along for the sake of aid
friendship, and I have thus far .‘istcr.ed
to my brother in your behalf in the same
line. But, it was not that. You have a
daughter, and I love her. If you will
force her to marry me, I will sign off
my half interest in those mortgages. If
not, I will push you to the wall.” '

" Quite what I expected, sir. Iut
my daughter is missing, and so, we
have learned, is your brother. Is it not
possible that they have eloped together?
My daughter hated you, and feared me
because I once spoke to her in your
favor, at your urgent request.”

“No, it is not possible, sin”.

“Ha! how do you know thathif vou
know not where she is?” ‘

“Because,” stooping and speaking in
lower tone, “I know where he is and
what has become of him.”

“ You scoundrel! you have not killed
him?”

“Softly, Mr. Dawson, softly. Of course

Don’t shoot! "

I

I have not killed him, but I have urged

him to commit suicide. You see, I have
led him to believe that your daughter
has eloped with me, and that she is now
my wife, and—well, I pressed the button
and he did the rest, you see.”

“You more than scoundrel! I will
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matter what you may do to me in 16-!
‘ die here and now! "

venge. I will tell what you have said
t- me, and—”

“And that will be all, Mr.

Dawson. 

Can you prove it without a witness t0‘

:upport you? I guess not. I
deny it, and there you would be."

“But, you have no right to live with
lcuest peeple.”

“Only your opinion, sir.”

“An opinion that I‘ll make good, you
scoundrel. No, you do not know where
my daughter is, because I have put her
away myself out of your reach—do you
understand me? ”

Sinclair was staring hard at him.

“You?” he said.

“Yes. I had to do it, because I feared
for her safety. I intended informing
your brother, privately, so that he would
understand, but now he is missing, and
only you know where he is. But you
shall be made to disclose, you villain. I
shall press you without mercy!”

“But, Mr. Dawson—” and the fellow
was white to the lips.

“Well, what? ”

“Your property. I own it all now, and
I can beggar you with a stroke of the
pen. Think twice before you act—-”

" I have thought for the last, sir. Beg-
gar me if you will, but you cannot longer
bully me. I have borne what I have
only for my child‘s sake, but it now
comes to an end.”

“Then you will not—”

I‘  ’9

At that'juncture heavy feet were heard
on the stairs, and in a moment the door
was thrown open.

Into the room came Con Kellar and
Nig Branty, and Kellar held a pair.of
shoes in his hand—shoes which Happy
Pat recognized as his own, and his heart
sank.

“ See here what we’ve found!” Kellar
cried. “ These belong to that Irish lad,
for we have seen ‘em before, and he is
somewhere in this house. He ain’t in
the cellar nor anywhere below, so he
must be here.”

Pat turned to make for the door, but
his foot caught in the curtain, in his
haste, and down he went with a loud
noise, almost jerking the curtain from
the pole, and before he could recover
Ni: Branty and Sinclair - Stackwood
th,ew themselves upon him.

CHAPTER XVI.
WORKING A MIRAt‘LE.

It was a moment of intense excite-
ment. -

Pat made an effort to break away, but
itewas ineffectual.

Elle was only as a child in the grasp of
tw.. such men, and in a moment was
rendered helpless. .,

For the moment Hiram Dawson had
stood powerless to act, for very aston-
ishment, but now he sprang forward,
with revolver in hand, shoutingz“

“ Release that boy, Sinclair St ckwood!
Releasr him, or I will putia b llet into
yox vile heart! No witness at hand,
you said; I’ll show you whether I have
a witness or—”

Thud!

A sign from Stackwood. and Con Kel-
lar struck the man a blow from behind
with a sandbag, dropping him to the
floor as if dead.

“And we’ll show you. curse you!”
Sinclair grated. “You will find that I
did not begin this game before I had
counted my chances. Here is another
mystery for midnight. my men.”

“Two of ’em. I should say,”

 

said

' Branty, who was holding Happy Pat to
the ground.

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“Yes, you are right. That fellow shall

He raised his pistol to fire.

‘.
the next floor, and again, in a few min-

But his arm was caught by Con Kel— ‘

lar, and forced up.

“Not here!” that fellow cried. “ What
are ye thinkin’ about, anyhow? \Ve kin
‘tend to him.”

“And let him get away again.
let me—"

“Not by a big sight. Ther shot may
be heard, and a policeman might break
in and find us hyer. Besides, it would
leave blood on the floor. Have some
sense.”

I“ Well, you are right.
your own necks to look out for, of
course. Lucky for the rat that you caught
my arm, though, or he would be dead
now, I can tell him. Do you hear, you

No. ‘

utes. come down and leave the house by
the front door, and then all was still.
If the Irish lad had been in a fix be-

fore, he was in a worse situation this
time.
He now knew that certain death

awaited him.
There could be no escape this time, as.
he fully believed. There was no possible

‘ way by which he could help himself.

You have got ‘

cur? At midnight to-night you die! Your .
, he could.

body will be found in the river.”

“Sure it is all wan to me, phwether it ‘

is now or some other toime," said Pat,
with the courage born of despair. “Oi
can’t die but wanst. anyhow.”

“ And we are going to take good care
that you die that once.”

“What will we do with him?" asked
Branty.

“VVe’ll fix him the same as he was
before, and put him in the cellar along
with his yaller pard." said Kellar.

“Well, tie him then.”

This Kellar speedily did, and Branty
got up.

“What about this other one?" he
asked, then, indicating Mr. Dawson on
the floor.

“He has got to be taken away from
here to some place where he can recover,
but where he must be held a close pris-
oner till morning, so that he cannot in-
terfere with 'me before the work is
done.”

“Why not put him to sleep, too?"
asked Kellar.

“ Because it will not do. I must Spare
him, for reasons known only to myself."

“But he said he had proof in this
youngster—”

“What of that? Will he ever find the
youngster? You are going to take care
of him.”

“That’s so, that’s so. Well, we’ll dump
him down in the cellar, and then we’ll
be ready to take care of this other for
you, in the way you say.”

“Yes, for you will be safe enough
now.”
“How is that?”

“Because the fact that this chap is
here alone is proof that he did not tell
the police, or they would have been here
with him.”

“Ha! that’s so, that’s so.
came he here at all?”

“Must have followed you.”

“By Harry! that is it. We didn’t
lock the basement door when we came
in. Never had a thought of any one
coming in after us. Our fault, but we
have made up for it. Take that, cuss
ye! n

He gave Pat a kick as he spoke.

They picked the lad up and carried
him out of the room and down the stairs
and to the cellar.

“There, hang you! ” they cried, pitch-
ing him on the floor with no gentle
force. “If you get away again. just let
us know it, will you? You’ll be in pur-
gatory before the clock strikes one!”

Pat would have retorted, but the gag
hindered.

The two fellows left him there in the
dark, and went up stairs and closed and
locked the door at the top.

Pat heard them ascend the stairs to

But how

 

Fan-tan Tom, too. was in the same fix,
as he now knew, and was with him in
the same cellar somewhere. But, both
gagged, it was impossible for them to
communicate with each other.

Presently Happy Pat heard something
like a low moan.

He listened.

It was repeated, after an interval, and
Pat answered it in like manner, as best

Immediately followed two such sounds,
in quick succession, and when Pat re—
joined in like manner they were repeat-
ed, and he had every reason to believe
that he had opened communication with
Fan-tan.

But that was as far as they were likely
to carry it.

Neither could speak a word.

Presently, however, Happy Pat heard
something like a scraping or moving on
the floor.

It was no regular sound, but came by
fits and turns, and he recognized that it
was gradually drawing nearer to where
he lay. He believed that it must be
Fan-tan. '

Presently it stopped, and there was a
moan like he had heard before.

Pat answered it again.

There was a similar response, and
then again the scraping sound, and final-
ly Pat felt his partner knock against
him.

There was a grunt of satisfaction, to
which Pat responded, and Fan-tan lay
still for a few minutes to rest, and while
he was resting Happy Pat tried to think
what was to be done next.

Could he not manage to untie his part-
ner’s hands, by moving until his fingers
came in contact with the cords that held
them.

No sooner the thought than he began-
trying to put it into execution, and after
some effort be got himself into position
where his hands came into touch with
those of his pard.

The first thing they did was to ex-
change a pressure of hands.

Then Pat set to work.

It was a slow and tedious task, but
realizing the danger they were in, Pat
worked with a will and at last was re--
warded. 

The knots began to loosen, under his
steady application, and then the strings
gave way and he was enabled to take
them off and Fan-tan had the use of his
hands!

There was a mutual grunt of victory.

Fan-tan was only a moment in tearing
the gag out of his mouth then, and he,
exclaimed:

“ Goshee dangee! You bettee we
comee out on top yet, Happy, if we have
to lose legee! Me soon gettee you loose,
you bettee. Been in heap badee fixes,
sure enough.”

He lighted a match while speaking.
and with his knife speedily set Happy
Pat at liberty.

“ Begorra, ye are roight, Fan-tam” Pat
agreed. “ Give me yure hand on it. we!
are goin’ in now to make Rome howl, if.
we, kin git out av here, now dhat we are:
free, and if dhere ain’t a shaking
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dhe head av me fur a cabbage, so ye
may.”

And then their match went out, and at
the same time they heard the faint click
of the lock at the top of the cellar stairs.

 

 

 

CHAPTER XVII.
Till". l:.\.\'l) lzl‘jHlNS ’l‘U l’li.\Y.

“ 'St!  hissed Pat, and he caught Fan-
tan by the arm.

“You bettee," whispered the China-
man. “Me gottee long gun: didn‘t take
him away. Me shootee blame heads off
now! "

They stood close together, their ears
keenly alert, and they caught the very
faintest sound suggestive of the opening
of the door, and then a light step on the
stairs.

The thought came to both at the same
time that this must be a friend. Their
enemy would have no call to come down
thus quietly, and in the dark. What did
it mean? Who was coming? They could
only await the outcome with what pa-
.tience they could command.

It must be a friend, or else their en-
emy, Stackwood, coming quietly down to
murder them.

Or maybe it was Thaddeus.

This last thought came to Happy Pat,
but he put it aside when he recollected
how securely the man was bound when
last seen by him.

Once or twice the stairs creaked
slightly, but there was no other sound,
and before the quaint pards were any
further enlightened the front door of the
house was heard to open and close, and
there was a. tread of feet on the stairs
above.

It was Con Kellar and Nig Branty
returned.

As their steps died away on the floor
above, there came a whisper from the di-
rection of the cellar steps—

“ Pat? ”

Pat recognized the voice
with great. surprise.

“ Kathy! ” he exclaimed. “ Sure, phwat
are ye doin’ in dhis divil’s own den, me
swate sister? It is kilted ye will be, so
ye will.” '

Pat struck a match while speaking,
and there by the foot of the stairs stood
his sister, her face pale but determined.

She ran forward to him instantly.

“Oh!” she cried, “I knew I would
find you, and I am so glad that no harm
has come to ye, Pat.”

“But how came ye here, darlint? ”

“ I was that uneasy about ye, Pat, that
I had to come. I couldn’t rest at home,
for somethin’ was tellin’ me to come, and
so I stole out of the house and set out to
find ye.” :

“But how did ye do it, Oi ask ye? ”

“ Why, I went first to Fan-tan’s place,
and there I learned about the letter and
the rest av it, and so I came here and
watched my chance to get into the house.
Whin them two evil ones went out, sure
I came in and set out to look fur ye, and
that is all of it.”

“Ye are a jewel!” cried Pat. “But by
dhe powers, we have got to get out av
here before we git nabbed again!”

“ Allee samee jest light,” agreed Fan-
tan.

“Yes, yes, we must escape at once,”
urged Katy, “and you must never put
your nose into such a place again, Pat.”

“ Dhat same is phwat Oi am going to
do, none the less,” said Pat. “ Oi mane
to see dhat dhese murtherin' divlls are
caught and put phwere dhey can do no
more harm, so Oi do. And, by dhe same
token, the innocint wane rescued and re-
;stored to their roights."

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“ But you will only get into more trou-
ble, Pat."

"Oi can’t help it' av Oi do; Oi am in
dhe game to stay now, let it be sink or
swim or pliwatever."

“ But we must not remain here," urged
Katy.

“Allee samee must gittee out while
can," said Fan—tan.

“ Begorra, dhere is work to be done,"
said Pat, suddenly recollectng what the
villains were about to do. “Sure, an
honest man is about to be tooken away
from' here and consaled till morning.
and he must be rescued. Which wan of
us shall undertake dhat?" \

“ Allee samee makee no diff,"
Fan-tan.

“ One of us has got to do it. and the
other has got to go and bring dhe police
here double quick. Oi guess Oi will lave.
you folley dhe man and foind out phwerc
he is put, Fan-tan, and dhen when dhis
business here is settled, we can see to
dhe rescue av him. Sure, we have got
dhe game roight in our own hands now,
av we make no mistake.”

There was no time just then for him
to tell his companions what he had over,-
heard.

They moved forward to the cellar
steps, went up as silently as possible,
and out into the hall of the basement.
where Pat turned the key in the lock.

This he did in order that the rascals
might think their prisoners still safe, if
they came that way and tried the door.
And that done, they went forward to the
front door.

This was now locked, but the key was
in the lock on the inside. Pat unlocked
the door and removed the key.

At that moment a door was heard
above stairs, and then the tread of feet.

“Whist!” exclaimed the Irish lad, in
whisper.

“They coming,” whispered Fan—tan.

“ Yis, and we must out av here. Come
on, but make'no sound, on yure loives."

They went out, and Pat drew the door
to and carefully locked it, putting the
key into his pocket.

The men were just opening the door
above them, and the next moment came
out upon the stoop over their heads, and
Pat was all a—tremble with excitement.

Pressing his sister and Fan-tan back
gently, he ventured to take a peep out
around the steps, for it was not likely
that he would be discovered, considering
the darkness, and there he discovered a
carriage.

He dodged back again at once.

“Sure, dhe game is yures, Fan—tan,”
he said in low whisper. “ Dhere is dhe
kerridge, and ye have ownly to folley it
to find out phwat dhey do wid dhe gin—
tleman. Wait till dhey start, and dhen
out wid ye and. afther thim.”

“All light, me do him, you bettee,”
assured the Chinee.

The men passed down the steps and to
the sidewalk, and Pat and Fan-tan,
peering out, saw them lift a helpleSS
man into the vehicle.

That done, one of the rascals got in
with him and the other climbed up to the
box with the driver, and the carriage
rolled away up the street, bearing Hiram
Dawson to a hiding-place.

“ Now, thin, Fan-tan,” whispered Pat.

“You bettee,” was the response, and
the Chinaman slipped quietly out from
his retreat and gave chase, imaking
hardly a sound in his soft shoes.

“ Now, what about us? ” asked Katy.

“Sure, 01 must see you home again,
swate wan—”

“ No, Pat, I mane to stay wid you and
see the thing out."

said

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“But phwat av we get into more
throuble? Sure, ye had betther be at
home safe—”

“ And know dhat you are out in dan—
ger? Now, Pat, it is not fair, no more it
is, afther all I have done fur 

“ Well, well, come along wid me, dhen.
and we'll go to dhe police station anl
tell our story, and see phwat dhey will
think av it dhis toime. Sure, Oi kn0".'
enough to turn a sargint‘s head.”

Pat had no shoes on, but that made 1‘.)
difference._ He set forth at once and hi;
sister with him, and in due time the
were at their destination. «

There Pat told his story.

He had to tell it at length. which too“:
considerable time, and then he was que- -
tioned and cross-questioned still further.

“Begorra, an‘ yea mane to kape mi:
here all noight, dhere will be no nude
av yure going at all, at all," he finally
declared, with some spirit. “Dhe ba;l
opens at midnoight.”

“And there is plenty of time till
then," said the sergeant on duty.  But
we are ready now," he added. “I have
no reason to doubt your story, my lad.
but every reason to believe it, and we‘ll
attend to the scooping of that arch ras—
cal by name of Stackwood.”

They were ready in a few moments,
then, the sergeant and five officers, and
Pat and his sister led the way back to
the house from which they had recently
escaped. ._

When they came near they were met
by Fan-tan Tom, who had performed his
mission and got back again.

 

CHAPTER XVIII.

DETIIIXONI‘ZI) AND RIGHT TRI-
UMI’HANT.

Fan—tan Tom met them at the corner.

“ Holdee on,” Fan-tan said, as soon as
he recognized the Irish lad.

“Phwat is it now, Fan-tan,” Pat in-
quired. “ Phwere did ye lave yure man
ye wint to folley?”

The Chinese quickly explained that
point and added:

“ ow, you lettee me say word or two.
Dliver standee before house now with
him calliage, waitee for ‘nother job. If
we go in, he allee samee give ’larm and
be no goodee.”

“That is about right,
agreed the sergeant.

“ Yep, so me think. Well, you sendee
two policemans ahead, let them allest
dliver on quiet, gittee on box with him
and makee him go to house where man
just been left'. Me go too, and we have
him out ofathat in no time, you bettee,
and bling him back.” 4

“ Begorra! ye have it," cried Pat. _

“Yes, that is a good idea,” agreed the
sergeant. “ You two go ahead and do as
this Chinee has indicated, and take him
with you,’.’ addressing two of his men.
“T'he,rest of us will be enough for the
three who are in the house. When you
find th gentleman, tell him what is
going on . ere, and bring him right to the
house and let him ring the bell, you
standing behind him. We will do the
rest.”

They saluted and went off, Fan-tan
going with them.

The others watched from the corner.

It was a quiet arrest, the policemen
climbing right up to the box and the
Chinee at the same time getting into the
vehicle, and it went off up the street at
a walk at first, in order not to attract
notice.

The others then went forward in the
direction of the house, watching as they
approached to make sure that they were
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on the outside watching. And seeing
no one, they filed silently around the
steps and to the basement door.

Here Pat brought the key into play.

The door had not been disturbed, evi-
dently, since he had locked it on coming
forth, and he soon had it open and they
entered.

llzich one took care to be as quiet as
1::‘;-.;ible, and no sound was made that
could i‘cach those above stairs. The door
 closed and locked, the key left in
the lock on the inside.

They listened.

Voices came to them faintly from up-
stairs, but that was all.

Pat struck a match in order that the
policemen might get a view of the place
and learn the ground.

Barely had the match gone out when a
door opened somewhere above, and the
voices immediately sounded louder and
steps were heard on the stairs, telling
that the men were coming down.

“Phwat the divil is to be
gasped Pat.

“Why, we’ll take them, of course,”
whispered the sergeant. "Ready with
your barkers, my men.”

“ No, no, let‘s see dhe fun first,” urged
Pat. “Maybe dhey are going down into
dhe cellar fur niesel‘ and Fan-tan, and
Oi would loike to hear phwat dhey have
to say whin dhey foind us gone."

“But they’ll see us; they are bringing
a light.”

“Quick! we’ll go in here.”

Pat opened the door on the right of
the hall, and, urged by him. and perhaps
taking his view of it, the others stepped
in.

They closed the door all but a crack,
and had barely taken refuge there when
the rascals came down the last flight of
stairs and along the hall to the cellar
door.

“The job must be done well,” Stack-
wood was saying. “They must be run
down close to the dock. somewhere, and
dumped in like so many cats in a bag.”

“Don't you worry about them,” as-
sured Con Kellar. “ Me and Nig will see
to that all right.”

“And we're sure they ain’t got away
this time," said the latter.

“ No, fer the door is locked, ye see.”

They unlocked and opened the door
of the cellar, and went down the steps.

“Now fur dhe circus!" whispered Pat,
now happy indeed. “ Phwat a howl will
go up in about wan minute. you see if
there don’t. Begorra! it will pay me
well fur all Oi have suffered.”

“And we’ll stand ready to take them
when they come up,” said the sergeant.

“Come on, but make not a sound, my
boys.” '

They stepped silently forth, and took
their places on two sides of the cellar-
way.

About the time they stationed them—
selves there, they heard a howl from be—
low.

There were cursing, ravings, question-
ings, accusations and denials, in quick
and rapid and vengeful utterance. more
than we could hope to quote even with
space at our command.

Happy Pat fairly hugged himself to
keep from being heard laughing, and the
policemen shared in his amusement.

Then they were heard coming up the
stairs. i

“But the door was locked; you seen
that fer yerself,” Con Kellar was de-
claring as they came. 7“ How did they
get out with” the door locked?”

“ Somebody helped them out, that is
how," growled Stackwood. “We have

done? ”

 

got to get away from here, double quick.
we must get the other one and be off at
once."

They came up and out, still talking,
and the officers let them all get fairly
out before they sprang upon them.

The struggle was short and decisive.
They were made prisoners.

“ How do yez loike it, ye bla‘g‘tards?”
cried Pat. dancing around with delight.
“ Sure, dhe roight is bound to win, every
toime. whin such spalpeens as dhe loikes
av yous set yureselves up against it, you
bet! “

Their courage gave way instantly, and
they tried to beg off. more especially
Stackwood, who offered the officers halt
his fortune if they would only give him
a chance to make good his escape. But
that was useless. They were hand-
cuffed, every one.

That done. Pat led the way lip-stairs.
his sister with him, and the others fol—
lowed with the prisoners.

There Thaddeus Stackwood was dis-
covered. still bound.

He was freed immediately.

Some explanations were made while
they waited the coming of the other offi-
cers with Mr. Dawson, and they had not
long to wait.

Mr. Dawson had regained his con-
sciousness and was all right, and he
could hardly restrain his rage against
Sinclair Stackwood, for he knew the ras-
cal for just what he was now, and from
his own lips.

“And that boy, that witness? ” he
cried, after a tirade. “Ah! there you
are, my young man. You heard what he
said, and you will be able to support me
when I expose him. Ah! you wretch! I
have my hand at your throat at last, and
I’ll keep it there!”

“Bet yure swate loife 0i heard phwat
he said to ye," cried Pat. “And, by dhe
same token, Oi heard phwat he said to
his poor brother, too. Oh! he is a daisy,
is he, but we'll see dhat he goes up dhe
river, av dhere is any law in dhe land to
send him dhere. Give me yure hand,
Fan-tan Tom! Begorra, but we have got
dhere wid both feet. and ground to
spare!”

Sinclair Stackwood‘s heinous schemes
had been brought. to a decided failure,
and he stood uncovered in all his evil
purpose, thanks to Pat.

He was given the hardest sentence the
law could impose upon him.

Nellie Dawson was soon forthcoming,
and1 in due time she and Thaddeus were
wet.

Thaddeus had been nearly crazed by
her disappearance, and in his eager
searching for her Mr. Dawson had been
unable to reach him to make a personal
explanation.

On the night of the attack upon him,
Thaddeus had been drugged by his
brother and taken into that low quarter
of the city, where everything had been
prepared for his being murdered. ‘But
that had failed in the first instance, and
we have seen what followed.

The police called it one of the greatest
cases that had come under their notice
in a long time, and to Pat was given the
bulk of the credit for the working out of
the mystery. He and Fan-tan Tom felt
jolly enough over it, and Pat’s sister
shared in their joy. They were hand-
somely rewarded. and from that time on
Pat was known as “the Street-Boy De-
tective.” '

THE END.

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SOL BUNKER, THE COWBOY.

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485 Git Thur iiwney the Unknown.

492 on Thar ilwney’n Pledge.

513 The Demon Doctor; nr, I)el|(lil(iill, the Kid Detective.
fifil Double-(luer Dull. lnv‘ i‘itcln-r hammer.

59S Flute, illr' Singer Detective; or, Owney in a New Rule.

0308 The Pitcher Detccih'c’! Foil; or, Dan's Donnie Play.
616 The Dccnn Detective: 0?. The LastCruiue m tlw Black Bear.
Nil The I'liehcr Detectivc'n Touzhcui Tun-lo. a
736 Larry the Thoroughbred: or, Beaten on Ewry side.
779 Iron "and, ithhurnn-d Dviud‘tivn-

85-1 l'nclc Sam's Detective in Chlcngo.

BY ALBERT \V, AJKEK.

11 The Two Detectives: or, The Fortunes or. Bowery Gm.
78 Ahe Colt. the Crow-Killer.
79 Sol Ginger, the Giani'lru per.
288 Joe liuek oi‘Angeln an "in Boy Pard.
447 New York Not. A Tale oi‘Trich and Traps in Gotham.
458 New En land Nick: or.'rhe Fortunu oi‘nFoundllug.
46-1 Nimble .‘ick, the Circus Prince.
498 Too! Ted. ins Arilonn Sport.
510 Cool Colorado, the Half-Breed Detective.
518 Cool Colorado in New York: or, The Cowboy’s Fisht. ,

BY J08E1’11 E. BADGER. JR.

 

2 Yellowstone Jock: or, The Trap r.
4'4 “luck John, ihe Ronni-Agent; or, he Outlnw’o Retreat.
65 Hurrican Bill; or, Mustang Sam and Hie Ford.
119 Manning 88!“ ; or.The King oi'tho Plains.
186 NixIIt-llnwk Kit: or, The Daughter of the Ranch.
144 Dainty lance the Boy Snort.
151 Panther Paul: or. Dainty Lance to the Rescue.
160 The Iilack Giant: or. Dainty Lance in ’uopnl’d].
liifl Deadly Dun-ll; or, Fighting Fire With Fire.
181 The Roy '1 rollers; or, Dainty Lance on the War-Poul.
203 The Do Purdl; or. Dainty Lance Unmukl.
211 Crooke Cale, the Caliban ofCelestini City.
810 The llnrrancn “'0”: or, The Beautiful Dot-"y.
819 The Black Rider; or, The llone-Thievu’ League.
835 Did Double Flat or, The Strange Guid-
t55 The Klmr oi‘il-o 'oodu-s or. Daniel Boono’u Lut Trail.
“9 Kit Fox. the Border 30 Detective. ‘
825 (‘hlncapin Dan, the oy Trailer.
67? Chlnonnln Dnn'n Second Trail.
6"“ Chlncnpin Dan’- llome Stretch.
698 0111 Crazy, the Man “'lihoul a Hand.
70R lllz‘ht-lleurt Luic’n Legacy.
1|“ Li Ill-Heart. Luic‘n Lav-t Trail.
723 l vul; .. e. the Fhonhonc.
.. g, the Half-Blood: or. The Border Beagle at Blv.
789 link. 3; .3 e, the Hostile: or, Tlu- Bordor Beagle’s Trail. y
748 Sllverb at! e the Friendly: or, The Border Beagle’n Boy Pnrd

BY CAPTAIN FRED. W'IIITTAKER.

15 The Fen-(lat; )r. The “'itch of Dnrien.
29 The Dumb Paige ' or, The Dnge’a Dougntar.
[48 Dlek Darling. t e i’ony Express Rider.
19:0 Lance and Leno: or. The Children of in. Chuco.
154 The Sw-rrd Ilnnteru; or, The Land onhe Ele hurt Ridon
159 The Lost, Ca main; or, Skipper Jabs: Coflin’l grain.
800 The Roy Be oulnu; or. The Brother! oi the Plumod Luce
214 “'olfgnng. the Rubber of the Rhine.
’49 Milo Homer the Animal King: or, Round tho World.
I65 The Tiger Tamer: or, The League oi the Jungle.
881 Black i Sck. tha L'emon Rider.
895 California Joe’s War Trail.

BY MAJOR HENRY B. STDDDARD. Ex-Dcout.

806 Neck-Tie Ned: or, The Dug-Out Pards.
348 1:11 Ier Raphael: or.T|waordsmen of Zuntocn.
891 [‘1 .Glovc k'ii. Lln- Dandy oi'the Rockiel.
 Ing-(fimie‘rit Ill'llli Pard: or, The Gold King.

' e m . nn- nntcr: or. The Gulden Gulch M '9“
505 Powell’s Purd: or. The One-Armed Giant. } w

BY CAPT. MARK “'ILTON.
256 Young Kcniuckz or, The Red Lasso.
970 Blizzard "on; or. The Riot at. Keno (Jump.
.80 Josh, the Roy Tenderi’oot.

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440 Little Foxfoot, the Gold Bowie Kid.
558 The Surwflhot ’urdn.
621 Truthi‘ul June the “Pecoolilr” Mun.

 

 

 

 

 

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6'! Patent-Leather Joe: or. Old Rut-Innate. the Chm-mm
175 cops-In Arizona: on Patent-Leather Joo'l Big Gum.
193 Capt-in Mask: or, Patent-Leather Joe'l Defeat.

'19 Dean nrd, the Dueling or, The Mounuin Vumpiru.
838 A on I. Boy: or, The Dwarf’n Revenge.
868 Little ornadot or, The Oulcuu ol'the Glon.
878 Little lingo: or. tho Queer Purd.
388 Little "ll-my 0?. CWKM in His Own Tran.
401 Little Shoo- ly or, A Rue {or . Rumh
408 Little Leather- reeche. ; on md humoucum.
481 Little Ah Sill i 0". The Cune of Blood,
‘51 Colorado Knte. A Tale ofih- Min».
480 Three Jolly Pnrdn; or. Th.- Pets nt‘l’mldv’n Fiat.
512' Jim Gladder't- Dem-ts: or.The Jelly Pard'n Cum nign.
52'? The Jolly Par 41- to the It est-In; or, The Jack 0 Heath.
54'! flnndy Andy; or. A Good Man Down.
fig  Li]; ‘0? The gut for 1 Life. .

'enne - on. t 6 Man with the D
598 Keen C on. the Ranch lm . on.
599 Jim Dandy the No-Nume Sport.
618 Billy Blaze-g onThe Skeleton’: bunny.
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lkadwood Dick No\ela.

l’rlck, the l‘nnt-e at the Road.
Dick‘n Dcilnnce: I-r, l'onhh- “MW”!-
"ick “I lung-"lily; ur, lillllni; den
Dick in “1- (‘n-ilc.
Dick”:- iioaunzu: u . l’hr l‘hmitmn Miner.
Dick in Danger; or,(h-mnn(tll.
Dlek'r iii-glen; or, The Pauli oi Fluml HM.
Dick uu irrrk: er Lawn) . ‘ile,lilr Heroine
Dick”! Lin-I .\I-l: '4'. (“round Ch“er-
Dick in Leaciviiir.
Dick‘r- Dei ice; or, lite Duuhh Cross Sign.
Dick Ml‘ih'lvcoti\ e.
"lpk'. Duuhle: or. '1 lie Gargon’n Gulch G110“.
IDh-L'a "(upl- Paar; or, liiunde Bill.
chk'a HIE fill-[Le or, A 'v'ium- vi i-‘wld.
Dick of Dead woo 2 or. ’l‘hv l'irkvd Pnrtv.
IDI(-k’a "Nun": or, The Rivnlfl oi the Road.
chk’a “'nrd: or. The Black Hill’< .lt‘ln'lwl.
Dick'a Doom : nr, Calamity June‘s Adventure.
Dick’a Dead Deal.
Dick’a Death-Plant.
Dick. A Rornanrc of Ruuvh‘ and Tannin.
Dick’a Divide: hr. The Spirit of Swamp Lake.
Dick’a Dcutn 'l‘rnll.
Dick'n ire-l; ..r,'rh.«;..l.i Brit-l: “imam.
Dick’l Dozen: or,’|‘he Fnklr n1 Phantom Flats
Dick’a Ducata: or, Dru;- in thc Dizzingl.
Dick Sentenced; or,'l'no Terrible Vendetta.
Dick'l Claim.
Dick In Dead Pity.
Dick’u Diaruondn.
Dick in New York 3 or, A “Cute Cruo."
Dick’a Dun-t: or. The Chained Hand.
iek. Jr; 1r. The Crimlou Croat-rut Sign.
Dick, Jr.’-, Dciinnce.
Die '. Jr.’l Full "and.
Die Jr.’n. lily llound-l’p.
Dick Jr.’a Racket. at (‘lalla I‘D.
Dick, Jr.’- l‘orrai; or, Bounmn Bill.
ch ', Jr.’a, Do.r Detective.
Dic '. Jr., in Deadwood.

‘ Jr.’-, Compact.
Jr.‘-. Inheritance.
arm. lllf in“.
.lr.’l. De i‘veranee.
Jr.‘a l’rotegee.
Jr.’-. Thrce.
Jr.’-, Danxer Duck;
Jr.’u, Death llunt.
To, in exa‘.
Jr.. the Wild Wont Vidoeq
lo, Jr., on "in Mettle.
Jr., in Gotham.
Jr., in Ro-ton.
Jr., in Philadelphia.

r., in Chicago.

r.. Afloat.
on. in Denver.
Jr.‘r, Dccrec.
’ Jr., In Heclzchnh’u Dal-In.
lJr., at (‘onr inland.
Jr.'r. Lei-«iv to Lay.
Jr.. in Detroit.

r. in Cincinnati.
Jr" in Nevada.
' Jr.. in Do Man’n Load.
Die '. Jr., Afler the Queer.
Dick an. In Iluil'aio.
Dick, J r.'a, Chane Acron the Continent
Dick, Jr.. Among the smugglers.
Dick, Jr.'II lr-Iuronce (Ya-e.
Dick, Jr.. hack in the Mines.

r., In Dnranzot or. " Guthrmi in."
Jr.'- Din-cover)"; or, Found a Fortune.
Jr.’a. Dollie.

Dick, Jr.‘u. liollarn.

Nick. Jr.. at. Danger Divide,
Dick. Jr.°-, Drop.

Dick, .lr.. at Jack-Poi.

Dick J r., In San Francioco.
Dick, Jr.’- fltllilllunt.

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Dick. Jr.’-. Douhlc Deal.
Pick Jr.’-. Deathwatch.
Dick, .lr.’-, liouhlet.
Dick. Jr.’-, lieathhiow.
Dick, .Ir.'-, Jenneratc Strait.
Dick, Jr.’-, .one "and.
Dick, Jr.’a Defeat.
Dick, Jr.’-. lenurrcction.
Dick. .ir.‘r- [Dark Dayu.

Nick Jr., Dcfled.
Dick, Jr.’a, Double Device.

d Dick, Jr’.» lie-perafienVeatu'l-o.

Dick. Jr.’-, Diamoa ce.

ood Dick Jr.’a, Royal Fla-h.

Dick, Jr.’a Dead-0K.
Dick. Jr.’a, Rival.
ck, r.'I, Doom.
Dick, Jr.’r. Fcoop.
Dick, Jr.’-, Prox .
liick. Jrh, Clutc .
Dick, Jr.’-, III I "one.
Dick Jr.. at l M‘li’n Gulch.

853 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’-. Dculholloie llatltlo.

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Dick. Jr’a Dccoy Duck.
ick, Jr. in fiilvcr Pocket.
Dick. Jr.’-, Dead-Sure Game.
Dick, Jr.’-. l'ouhle Drive.
l'ick, .lr.’a. Trade-“ark.
Dick, Jr" at Tin-Ton.
Dick. r.'I Dmrhle-Dccker.
Dick. din. at Dollnrville.
Dick, .lr.. at Flu-h Flatl.
Dick. drain. “hole-no.
Dick. Jr.‘n, Donhlc Drop.
Dick, Jr.’-. Right Dower.
r.’-. Ten-Strike.
Dick, Jr.’-, Gold-Duet.

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“‘0 Dandv Darke t or. The Tin" ol High Pine.
9 810 Faro Frank 3 or. Dandy Duh-’- Go-Down Yard!
' 816 The, Ila-tier Rocrtc-Fatcher.
886 Poker Petc’a Donhlc Dodrr.

851 The T

   
 
  
 
 
   

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945 Hilly

Ie-To Snort : or. High Hultlinx It Sinnen’ Fist.
 n'onte thaw, the :po‘r‘t.‘ F

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on "rack-Shot Dai’ay’a o " °° "

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Saort in Velvet: or, my ank’l illnfl.

ird’l Bonanza: or. The Rook-Rrwaul’ Roomut.
969 FlipJ‘lap Fred at Hard Pa-

969 The Girl Sportoshadower; or, Clark's Clm Shave.

  
   

Other No\ ell by E. L. “'heeler.
80 Roi-chad lioh; m, Sugar: Ned. thu Knight.

84 konehud lion on Ilulid: w. hut, th.‘ (:irl \iiner,

SR no-ehud iiotr'u it’ca ,‘i'llrllll(‘(‘: I-r. |"nh-:rnrh Phil.
iii ihwchud lloii'u ( ha It-nge: m, (‘umnhmn llilli.
277 Denver Doll. the bum tiu- win-nu: hr, 'i llr‘ Yuuknr‘n Surround

851 Denver Doll'a ‘0 i4-lory: vvr. .‘qui 'lil-i Finn-sh 1....

3M") Denver Doli’u Decoy; Irr. Litm- Bill's hum-ix...

296 Denver "Dill!- Drll't; Hi. 'I he Knoll Que-11.

86‘ ) reins .iim. lln- hold-t." lit-:1": or, 'l‘hu Lil'c Luttcrv.
872 Yreka .dlul’a Prize: t-r. ’i liv “Mir... . l \\‘;.k.- F... '
lit-ii) Y rt-La Jlm‘r- Joker: or. '1 hr Rivals A»! Red Ni se.

if!” Y rcka .llm'n he“ (ole: Ir. lmy'le lien.

394 Yreka Jim oi' Yuha Dam.

209 Fritz. the. linuud-lhry lietettiv». or, lint lmo-[lvllfl'iie.

213 Fritz to ilil' Fronl: or, The \‘o-nlrflhqulsi Hum"

24 i Flcrra ‘am. 1h. l‘rwmu-r l'rrnl. :-r. A .~iuI.-r‘~ llu'utihn.
24! [Sierra F: I": Secret: hr. The Blumiv l‘w-licrilrt \.

253 Sierra Sn . :- l‘ard: ur. ltle ming wt Big Villa.

25')! Sierra #1: n'r- Em en: nr.'l‘hy Stulcn “Title.

liiil Kangaroo Kit; 01‘. The Minn-riot» \lirmr.

   
 

389 Kangaroo Klt’a Iiacket: “i. 1 hr l'miv .xi Pl-‘iYetl-Out.
39 Death-Face. llrhwth‘r: or. Lih- in New Yrrrk.
“D 'i'llc “0V Detective: 07‘, “i ill Liii- , llw Shrirphlu Uter.

96 “ Illl'h-Il‘:yl‘, the helm-tire. or. Ar ha :.nd A Igcis.
117 Gilt-Edged Dick, the Sp rt Dcte. li\~
Ila": Cnutuln Ferret. llw .‘vw York Detective.
iii! Vcw York Nell, the Buy—Mr] Detu'tive,
2'26 The A rair Delecthe; «r, .‘lltmzcr, the lin} Sharp.
291 Turk the Boy Ferrel.
82:! Kelley, Illckev uk' “0.. the llctw tivvn til Philadelphia.
848 Manhattan: Mike, the Bowery Dr‘lq't'ihe.
400 “'rinklen, tin.- NighLWntch Detective.
416 High lint. Harry. the "fill" Bull Detective.
426 Sam Slab-Idea. the lieuuurdioy Detwtive.
484 Jim Beak and Pill. Privaw I’lctcrtlvrl.
RD ('loveu iloof‘, the Hullhln Demon; orY The Border Vultures.
82 "DD “'ooli': “'3'th Girl Dead-Shut
45 (Dld Avalanche: or. Wih! Edna, the Girl Brignnd.
53 Jim lilodnoe. Jr.. the [lay thhix.
6] Igupkhflrn "III; or. Tim Red iiille Train
92 Canada (‘hett n'. (ll-I Armrmnln in Sitting Bull‘s Crimp.
“3 .lack Ilovle the Yuung Srwcuiutnr.
195 Dallanni Dill. .‘llner: I r. Mmlmn )lvltrry, the Forger.

I33 Ila-a “oh the King of lit-othlucka.

14] Solid Stun, the HM ltomergcnt: "V. The Branded Brown.
I 77 Nohlry Nick ot’ Nev ndaa or. The Sicrma Smrupn.

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\Ylltl Frank the Bllvkshlu Hruvn; or Lad)" l iiy’s Love,

“ill, thr- '|'-ni| Tommie: 4Ir_ Rowdy Kate.

0 Klt, the Young Gladiator; or, The Locked Valley.

0 Joe, Iln- i’oy Pair-ii: or. The Rival Heirs.

.99 A No. l. the nit-hing Toll—Taker.

80. 'l.lza Jane. thv '«iirl Miner: or. the lron-Nerved Sport.

880 Little Quick-Shot; or. The Dead Fun- of Duggenvillo.

ll 8 h‘ir-t-(‘laro- Fred, vhe Gent trnlu Gopher-

s'hl Nairolr .Vedx or, The R~rr~t oi slnh City.

81‘. Cool Kit. I'M- liira 4 Kid»; or. A \‘rllnin‘a Vent'é‘iim‘e.
Santa Fe Sal, the Sin-h"; or. A Fv-n'« angc-Incr.

‘66 flcalnkirr tialn. the Sparta-r: or The Tribunal of Ten.

9'3 Kit Keith. t 2 Raw, llr Spntlrr.

922 Sol I-‘narnc. the New York Night-Hawk.

948 (Did Day-Iced Among Buuco Men.

BY J. C. CDW'DIHCK.

‘90 Broad way Billy. the Boothlrwk Bravo.

514 Broadway Billy’— iloodlc: or, Clearing nStrAnu Cue
586 Broadway Dilly”- ‘Diiilkiltyfl’

557 Broadway lililf": Death Iiackct.

679 Broadway iiil )"a fiurprl-e Party.

605 Broadway Dilly; ur,‘l‘l.e Hoyiletectne'l 'llzlnninr.
688 Broadway Dill) ’rn Dead Act: Ur,'lm ImagocoISrvcn.
669 Broadway lllliy Abroad; (mil... limuih act in Frisco.
675 Broadway illlly’a limit: or.Beatin¢ San lruncluo'oi-‘inut.
687 Broadway lllily in ('lover.

696 Broadway Billy in 'i‘cxml; or, The River Rultlen.

708 Broadway
711 Broadway
720 Broadway
785 "roadway
783 Broadway
753 iirondwny

Billy’s Prund.

Billy at D'ulltu We: 0?. The Cit)?" Dell‘-
nllly'a "nil “and: or, The Guniu Detective.
lliliy'n lint-inc".

Dilly’a (‘uriou- Cale.

Billy in Denver.

 

lillly'n i‘urnvaln; or, The Thrrc Detective.
Billy, the lielrivvrr Deterilve.

liillv’n Shadow (‘ha-c.

Billy’- licaglcn: or, The. Trin’s Que“.
Hill)": Team: or, 'I’lw (‘.nmhihe'n iii; Pull.
Dilly’a Brigade: or. The Dad Alive,
liiliy’u Quccr lieuueat.

Dilly liniiled.

Dill)": iii no! Icoop.

Dill)": ‘Y [DC Dul.

Dill)": Dunk Racket.

liilly'a Illuil'.

T'Hly Amour Jer-cy Thaga.

Dll ' ’r llnlc .

Billy'- "lg Room.

Billy I "ll: Bulge.

iiiily‘n tum ooo Snap.

Iiilly’a lilin : or, The Boutblack Stowaway.
Billy in London.

Dilly Fhadowa London Slums.
Broadway iii)": l’rcncir flame.

Broadway Billy and the Bomb-Thrower»
HIIver-M aak. the Man 0! Divider); or, The Golden Kayo.
869 Shawn, till- Gold King; or, For Seven Yvon Duo.

490 The Deiectlve'u A prentiowt or, A Boy Without a Name.
494 Cibata John: M. ed-HoiTimcl at Auto Bar.

‘89 flandy Sam. the Street Scout.

467 III-co Dan. the This) Duda

‘06 "fill" lit Ralph the Princv o' tho Road.

594 The lgrmineer Detective: or, Redllght Rnlph‘l Receive
548 Mart, the Night Exprean Deteriive.

5‘" Air-Line Lake the Yunnz Enzinecr; or, The Double Cue
599 The Boy Pinkerton: or. Running the Rimmi- Out.

615 Fightinw llnrr tlw (‘hiri ot’ Chained Cvclone.

640 lion-hack "cl -, the Funtmrr of the Circle.

647 Tvncwrlter Tilly, tiw Murrhant’u Ward.

859 Woonliglli. Morgan the " Piunrlt " Man 0! Alto Bu.
“‘7 Battery “oh. the Dock Detective.

H94 Arizona Dick's “i c-Dut.

900 .Inmpln': Jack’a uhllce.

906 “nt'cty uam, the (‘yrlr 5mm.

91‘] Train lloy Tri-t'u "oi. liar-tie,

iii“ The 'I‘rurno Dock-Dov.

924 Illa lloot- “oh, the l-‘lro-l.nddle.
mto Nil-tier Nulnh. il-t- l'ov Ncoticr.

935 The F3x~Vcw~imv Deiccilve’l Chum.

94! The “owlinve {tr-eon Pricclive’a Drop.

944 Fowhoy (‘harlle’n Double.

947 The Howey-\- “‘ roptlor: or. The liliirhchBOfe Backer.
958 l'nddv’a 'I‘ri'mp (‘nrdz ohsilvrr Sallir, the Girl Sport.
960 The "roadwav flport: hr. Fiv" Fwd“- (‘Imr our.
987 .1000 Rewnrd; or, The Rlvnl Reporterl' Slack Scoop.

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858 Dan, the River Sport 1 or. rolling the Frloco Sharp.
69' Dowa-r)’ Bell in Chinatown.
9i] Bowery "oh. the Font-unic Detective,

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Bull'an Iiill’n Boy film-cot: or, do? Jarvia‘ livid-up.
Bull'an liill'n (‘rack-nhot Par-d.

liuii'nlo lilil'n Iioy Paul: or. lilitterll)‘ liillv.
Iii-on lilti, the trim-r m the Reine.

lilaon Blll'r. (luv; 1". t-‘rit, the Bravo Sport.

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Kant-an King: M, The Red Right Hand.

The Phantom b y: nr,’i he Hint at the Prairie.
Deadly-in)- e. the nknown Sex ul. or. The Handed motherhood
N Border liohln lioodx or, The Prairie Rover.

Fancy Frank of l‘olorado; or, The 'l‘rnpper’l Tract.

BV CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, u. S.A.

lluil’alo Billy. the Boy Bullwhnrlter.
Buii'aio liill‘a iict : ~r. The Gambler Guide.

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York Nnt'n Dro : or,Fx-Ferrvtsvhes'lloid(Sane
York Nut. and the 'l ruitor l‘crret.

Y ork hat '1 rapped.

York \at‘u ’i hree of a Kind.

York .‘al'rl Doulrle.

York hal’n in Colorado.

Y ork hat in Gold Nugget Camp.

\ ork hat’n Deadly llcal.

York hut‘r- ( rook-Chane.

York )iit‘n 'l'rump l‘urd.

York .\_nt. and the l-‘ruvc Choula.

York hut’u Marked Marcot.

York hat. thc (inlnin [Mouth-c.

Doom": Idol-upper KnockoOut.

Doom'a Ten Flrlke.

Dnoln'a Final! "and.

Docm‘n Dentin-G rip: or. The Detective by Danny.
Doom’r- Del-tiny; or, 'I he Rinsr Blmklu’u Terror.
"0qu: hr. 1 he Sharp and Shurkr 01 New York.
"on... In Bantam or, A Man oi Many Mach.
ltoorn in ('hlcuxo. .

Doom In the \l lid 3‘ eat. ‘

Dooln'rl (‘leirrr Fa cop; or, l‘i'e Links in a Clue.
Dick Doom’u l euth flue.

Dick Doolu’n Diamond Deal.

Dick Doom’a (Sirl Milk-oi.

Dick IDoqu'r- Shallow Ilaut.

Dick Doom’a llig Ilrnul.

Dar-hing (‘harllez (H.112.- KnitnchyTendrrfcot’l Fint’l‘ruii-
Dav-hing (‘hurlic‘r lie-tiny: hr. The Remind-9’- Cami".
Dan-him: ( Iluriie’r Pa“ nee l’ard. ,
Dar-him: (‘harllm the Rainier.

Duck Taylor, King oi the Cowboy.-

7 Back Taylor. the (onmeth ('n dive.

3 Duck 'l‘uv'or‘a Roy-x -r.'l‘ht Er Riuenotthe Rio Grandu.
Pawnee hill, the Prairie Shadowcr.

Pawnee Bill: or. Purl, the Mad Fort-bur.

Pawnee liill‘a Pledge: 07.1 he (‘owhoy‘lDoom

’ Pawnee liili: «r. During Dirk.

Redi‘ern‘n (‘arioaa Cale! 0!. Tht Riv‘ll SHAWN
Itedi‘crn at De vil'a Ranch; on'l‘hc hharpfrom Texas.
licdi'ern’a High "and; ur, Blue Jutkct-

liedi’ern’n Lat-t Trail: or. The Red Sombrero Rangers.
And Fm: Oil-err.

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589 Tom-Cot dud l‘ordz or.'i'he Dead Set at Silver City.‘
02” 'I‘om-(‘ut'r- Triad: er. '1 hr Adi." at. 'i‘omhntono.
681 Tom Cni’r Terrible Tank; or, The Cowho ' Detective. ‘
686 Tom-Cat’a Triumph: or. BlIClt Dnn'l Glut ‘ mbiuo.
546 (‘aptain (‘aetlla.the Chaparral Cor-l; or. Jmh’n Ten Birth"
563 The Dandy oi‘ Dodgu or. Rustlinq tor Millions.
576 The Silver Rpm-t; cr. Josh i’rppermlnt‘n Jubilee.
588 Saffron Sol. tho Man With a Shadow .
601 Happy lluna, thi- Dutrl Yldt-cq; or. lintTlmuat Round-pr
on Dildad Barnacle, DN- fietective Herculn.
646 (‘owhoy aid, the (mule-Range bewtive.
657 Wurhiiug \\ illiam the Mountain Monniehanl.
665 Jolly Jeremiah, the Plains Detective.
676 filonnl Sam, the Lookout Scout. ‘
689 Dilly the Gym-y prt or, The Nygtrrv at Two Liven. ?
699 Simple film, the Rmncho Bu-t-r: or. Flrr ii! Staten.
71! The Moamer'at sport: or, The hiyltified Detective.
738 Toltec Tom, the Mad i’rmprctor.
745 Kama- Jim. the (‘mro-f‘ut Detective.
761 Marmaduke, the Millinitlel' Detective.
776 The Ila-tier of Rolling Qtoac.
785 Lone "and Joe, the Cnnumitce at One. V
801 Kent Kirby, the Hwh-Rirkrr irom Killhuck.
88 The Doctor Date ctlvc in Texan.
#7. Two Rhow-Ier Peter-tich in Colorado. .
9h? The 'l‘exan Firchrandt «r. Bram Billy‘l Snap.Shot
961 The Tramp’n Trump-Trick.
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909 “id-Moron" “arc. thr- l’irrte Catcher.
925 The Y ouna (‘owhoy Captain. . ‘
988 The Two .‘ildrhipmen; or, The Cormr-Churrl Fine

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949 The Three Lieutenant“
959 The .“a-cot Middy : or. The Four Commanderl.
966 Fighting Jack fihubrick.

978 i’irrckv Prt. the Street-Do Dctcctivct 01’. The
(‘hih nan” Cirrus. liy J. C. (‘0de Ch.

979 gm.“ a“. (",1 shot; or, Sol Bunker. tlwt‘nwlwv.
Maj. Duh Browne. -

960 Three Detective Pardlt 0"- X‘M’Y MW" m“ “m”-
lly 'l‘. ('. liurhnuuh.

981 Buflalo Bill‘s Fightiag Flvc.

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972 Fighting Jock'a lliddicn; 0r, Dandy Tiil'k‘i I».an Dy
T. J. Flanagan. ‘ ,
973 Bantam Billy, the Corker-Ferret: nr. Dunk lip-mu s
l‘muhle llrv-p. RyJ. ('. (‘nwdrn-k. h
974 "hi fiant‘: Dark Deal; or, .‘iinrr Mut’n lr n Grip. 
'm. Pcrrv Drown. .
975 nufnlo‘nill'l Rifle “hail; of, The Buckskin Wovu'b
Lune Trail. Bv Clo]. P. inIK'uhnnr. : “
976 The Do -flpy Detect ve. By 31rd . t. . rye'. ~
977 Dcadlwoyod Dick. «if-'9 Death-Doom. iiy Edward L.
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