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Buffalo Bill in Disguise:

rThe Boy Boomer at Danger Divide.

A Story of Dark Days and Troublous
Times in Southwest Colorado.

 

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

CHAPTER I.
A STRANGER IN DANGER DIVIDE.

“ By Heaven, but they, shall not down
that boy. I’ll help him out, if some-
body’s grave has to be dug.”

The speaker was a stranger in Danger
Divide, the worst of all mining camps
of Colorado in early days.

He was seated at a table in an obscure
part of a. large gambling and drinking
saloon cOmbined, known as Gam-
bler’s Eden, though it was but a
log building, a rude resort for men who
put their all upon the turn of a card,
and staked their lives at the revolver’s
muzzle as they did their gold, to win
or lose.

0f.all the two hundred men assembled
in the “Eden,” drinking, smoking, and
gambling, either at the wheel of fortune
or at the card tables, none were so
striking in appearance as he who spoke
the words that open this story.

He was a man among men to behold
——‘ta.ll, straight as an arrow, broad-shoul-
dered and graceful, with the physique
of an athlete.

His face was beardless, but darkly
hronzed from exposure; his hair clung
inf clusters about his temples and neck,
and his features were as perfect as an
artist could have wished for.

In a parlor of fashion he would have
been regarded as a strikingly handsome
society .man; but there, in that wild
land, dressed in a velvet sack coat, white
corduroy pants stuck in the tops of
very elegant boots, wearing a white silk
neglige shirt, with knotted black tie,
and a gray, broad-brimmed slouch hat,
he looked the picturesque border dandy,
or sport, though not one man present
knew who or what he was.

If he was armed, he did not show the
fact, and he was the only man present
whose revolvers and bowies were not in
plain view.

He had arrived on the night stage,
and after supper at the “ House of Ref-
uge,” as the log inn was called, in Dan-
ger Divide, he had sauntered into the
Gambler’s Eden and seated himself in a
remote part of the saloon. .

There he had been calmly smoking a
cigar and gazing about him upon the
stirring scene, until a. big bully spying
him, had sauntered over near him, sud-
denly snatched the cigar from his lips,
:nd, amid a. burst of laughter, had put
It in his own mouth, and walked over
to the bar, upon which he leaned, his
profile toward the man he had just in-
sulted. .

Then all present saw a startling sight,
[or the placid stranger had found a. re-

‘vblver somewhere, leveled it, and, as

quick as a flash, had pulled trigger.
The bullet cut the ashes off the cigar
in the bully’s mouth. causing the sparks

'to fly, and, in the deathlike silence that

followed the thud of lead. as it buried
itself in the wall, came the calme ut-

“ Bring me my cigar or next time
ll cut it out from between your'teeth! "
ct append  uttered, then. Every

        

 

eye was upon the bully alternately withi
the stranger.

The former stood, white with rager
and fright, the cigar still between his:
teeth. The stranger sat perfectly still,i
but his hand holding the revolvsr rested i
upon the table at his side.

The man saw something in that calm.
face, heard a ring in the words ad-l
dressed to him, that caused him to walk ‘
over to the table, in obedience to the
command.

All present expected a trick, trouble,
they knew not what.

Jack Dashaway, this bully, was well
known in Danger Divide as a very dan-
gerous man, and now he was face to face 1
with an unknown who had showu a;
nerve and unerring aim that was a sur-
prise and compelled admiration.

Would Jack Dashaway submit to the
tables being turned upon him as they
had by the stranger?

The crowd thought not.

Straight up to the stranger walked the
braggart.

The stranger did not move; his face
did not change a muscle.

Taking the cigar from between his
teeth, the bully handed it to the stran-
ger; but not, as all expected to see him,
with his other hand draw a. revolver,
and said:

"Here's yer smoker, pard.

“I don’t quarrel with no man as
shoots as you does—~I knows better.”

“Thanks! Have a cigar, for it is a
Havana?” and the stranger took two
fresh cigars from a case, and handed
one to the man whom he had won over
by his wonderful aim.

“Thank yer, sir. May I jine yer at
ther table, as soon as I axes yer pardon
for the insult I give yer? ”

“ Oh, yes, sit down, and never mind
the apology, for your returning the cigar
stoned for that.

“My name is William Fredericks. I
hail from the eastward, and am here to
get gold, either with a pick or cards, as
suits me best.

“ Now you know all about me, and you
are the first acquaintance I have made
in Danger Divide."

“Ettykit, I s’pose, calls on me ter
interdooce myself, sir, so I’ll tell yer my.
name is Jack Dashaway, and I’m gold
digger and all-round sport.

“But, your eastern name don’t go
here, for I takes ther liberty of changin'
it, and hereby christens yer ther Quick
Shot Sport, and a Gent in Velvet, as you
is. Them names goes right here, Pard
Fredericks."

Then, turning quickly toward the
crowd, Jack Dashaway called out:

“Pards all, drink at my expense to
my friend here, Quick Shot, the Gentle-
man in Velvet, and the man as don’t
drink has me to flgh ."

 

CHAPTER II.

A YOUNG TOUGH.

The stranger arbse at the character-
istic introduction, and, bowing to the
crowd, then to Jack Dashaway, he said
in a pleasant way:

" I am glad to meet you one and all,
gentlemen. My friend at the bar will
kindly give me a glass of water; I drink
nothing stronger."

Jack Dashaway started. He had just
said that the man who refused to drink
had him to fight.

vgas this a challenge from the stran-
ger .

Others had the same .idea, and all

 

eyes were turned upon the new-comer. '

   

But, he dashed off the glass of wate
which Piggy, the fat bartender, had
brought to him, and then said:

“Fill up again all round, gentlemen,
for you drink with me this time.”

The crowd did fill up at the stranger’s
expense; and, seeing that he again took
water, Jack Dashaway felt that he could
take no exception, and sat down at the
same table with him.

The crowd at once turned again to its
occupations, though many curious
glances were cast over toward the Man
in Velvet.

Jack Dashaway was a “ citizen ” of in-
fluence in Danger Divide, though not
always for good. He was a lion in
strength and pluck, generous to a fault,
a gold digger, a sport, dangerous when
drinking, and a, desperate hand with re-
volver or bowie knife, both of which he
was too ready, to use.

He had not only a record as a. killer,
but as one who always took the side

of the under dog in the fight, when it '

was not his fight with the under dog.

He had, to the surprise of all, backed
down from trouble with the stranger;
but was it not a foreboding of future
trouble? many wondered.

He had not liked the stranger’s desire
to be alone over in the corner, and to
see him smoke a cigar, when a corn—
cob or briar pipe was the limit in Gam-

bler’s Eden; all that had angered him. ,

But, apparently, the had realized that
he had made a mistake, and the cour—
teous treatment by. the man he had in-
sulted had caused him to at. once seek his
friendship.

Was it to be treacherous, in the end?

Many thought so.

Seated by the stranger, both of them
had watched the actions of the crowd
with apparent interest, but one who just
then entered had suddenly turned their
eyes upon him.

It was a youth, almost a boy, for he
scarcely looked eighteen, though he
might be several years older. He was
well built, slender, wiry, quick in move-
ment, and had the air of one who was a
stranger to fear.

His face, particularly, rivited the
stranger’s attention, it was so refined,
intelligent, handsome, yet full of indom-
itable courage.

There was a certain dare-devil look
about him, a free-and-easy manner, that
was very bold for a youngster and in
such company.

He was dressed in black pants, top
boots, a. blue woolen shirt, black scarf
filed in sailor knot in front, and a slouch
' at. -

About his slender waist was a Mexican
sash, and the belt beneath held a pair
of revolvers and a. long—bladed knife of
unique design.

“ Who is he? ” asked the Man in Vel-
vet, -of his new-made friend, the camp
bravo. ‘

“ Now, pard, if you wants me to tell
you what his real name is, whar he is
from, and all that, I can’t; but if you
wants to know him as we knows-him I
kin say. that he is ther durndest young

tough in these mines, sharp as a. needle, '

cute as a gal in talk, clever with his
fists, his guns, thet queer knife he wears,
and mighty fly with keerds.”

“ He ,seems to have quite a record.”

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won it from because he said he had
cheated, then send the winnings home
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“ Then he has his ideas of honor, and
a heart as well as a ready hand?”

one ter kill.”

“Has he killed more than the man
you spoke of just now? ”

“Killed more than him? Why, pard,
he hold’s ther champion belt of Danger
Divide for man killing.”

“ You surprise me.”

“Why, he lays three over me.”

“ Three what? ”

tl Men-)3

“ Ah! he has killed
than you have? ” .

“He has, and I'm no slouch when it
comes to that, mister.”

“Have you killed many men?”

Jack Dash‘away looked a trifle hurt
and reached for his pocket; but instead
of a revolver he drew out a gold watch
and said:

“I don’t keep it for time, pard, but
to keep the record on—the big hand
points to eight new, but it has to come

round to the little hand at twelve.”

three more men

CHAPTER III.
THE FATAL WATCH.

William Fredericks was more and
more interested in his newly found
friend.

The last remark had taken his atten-
tion from the youth who had entered
the saloon and made his way over to the
centre of the room, as though he was
looking for some one.

The gold watch which Jack Dashaway
had taken from his pocket, the stran-
ger observed, had a black dial, and two
red hands, while the figures were white.

The small hand pointed directly to
twelve, and the large one to eight.

The watch was of massive manufact-
ure, and on the inside of the gold case,
opposite to the strange dial, was some
engraving, but this William Fredericks
did not attempt to read.

“That means you have killed eight
men, does it? ”

“It means just that.”

“ You look rough, tough, I may say, in
a measure, and your actions toward me
awhile since gave me the idea that you
were a desperado of the first kind."

Jack Dashaway did not speak or flinch
under this opinion of the stranger, who
coolly continued:

“ But, when I came to take a better
look at you, I changed my. opinion, and
I do not believe you are the hard cus-
tomer you wish to appear."

“ Is that square? ”

“ It is, of a sur‘ety. Deceived in you
by my first glance, I do not now be-
lieve you would take a human life with-
out just cause, and—"

The stranger paused, for he saw the
bosom of the man heaving convulsively,
and his throat was Working as though
he was choking.

Then, too, in the dark, deep-set eyes
were tears!

There was no mistaking them; they
were tears, and in the eyes of a so-called
desperado!

For a moment the man could not
speak; but, at last, in a low, tremulous
voice he said. as he held out his hand:

“ Pard, you are - the only man who
ever read my heart. Two women did,
my, mother and—” again he choked up.
. but only for an instant, and then con-
tinued:

“ One other—they were all.

“ Pard William Fredericks, for so you
grilled yourself, I am your friend through
= e. ‘

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that he always had spoken in border

: dialect, the quaint language one drops
“ Oh, yes; only he’s such a tough young -

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into on the frontier, for he spoke now
as a man who had seen far better days
in the long ago.

“We will be friends, certainly, for
I know no one in Danger Divide,” said
the stranger.

“ You are lucky,
here to know with honor
quaintance.

“But, you asked me if I had killed
eight men?”

“ Yes, I asked that in earnest.”

“ I have, eight that I count; but there
are others whom I do not count—that is.
they are not registered on the black dial
of this watch, with its red hands and
white lettering.”

“What is the difference, so long as
you have killed them, whether they are
registered on the dial of what seems to
be a fatal watch, or not?” asked the
Man in Velvet, more than ever interested
in the remarkable man he had so
strangely, met.

“Pard, I'll show you what I never
allowed any man to look upon. I trust
you, and I read in your face honesty,
squareness of purpose, a noble nature,
and—” after a pause he added:

“ The very Devil in Hades if you are
aroused, but one who sticks to the right.”

“ You are very, kind to thus read my
character,” said the stranger, with a.
smile.

“I have made no mistake, and I’ll
back my words with my gun," was the
reckless reply. ~

But, quickly, his manner changed
again, and his voice softened as he went
on to say: ,

“ You ask me a question about what
the dial of my watch tells.”

[I Yes.!’

“ I will tell you-no, I do not intend to
tire you with a story, for it would take
too long. It is a story of a broken chord,
a crushed life. This that I will show
you will tell the story, and words can
do no more.

“ See here! ”

He opened as he spoke the back of his
watch, and revealed a. curl of golden
hair, tied with a. narrow black ribbon.

Upon the inside cover of the back of
the watch was a miniature painting of a.
beautiful face!

It was a likeness of a girl of twenty,
with rare, true, womanly beauty, eyes
wonderfully expressive, and a fascina-
tion that fairly riveted the gaze of the
stranger.

Even in the light of the border saloon
he discerned the beauty and uncon-
sciously uttered the words:

“How lovelyl—a woman to worship! ”

The deep tone now of Jack Dashaway
fairly startled him, so intense was the
utterance.

“ Yes, a woman to love, to worship,
and to avenge!

“ Stranger, I am avenglng her!”

for there are few
in the ac-

CHAPTER IV.
A STRANGE COMPACT.

William Frederick-s looked fixedly at
the man who uttered the words so fierce-
ly; he beheld intensity of feeling beneath
the rough garb and tough appearance of
Jack Dashaway.

A closer look showed that the man
really was neat in his attire; his hair
and beard, though worn long, were well
cared for, and his face was a strikingly
strong one if analyzed.

It was only, in his assumed. character
that he appeared rough, uncouth, and
desperate, and that it was assumed for

 

 

a purpose the stranger was new con-‘
vinced.

“Sometimes, pard," he continued, after
a long pause, in which both had been
deeply meditating, “I am a fool, for I
drink to drown remembrance. Then I
do things I am ashamed of afterward,
for I mean not to go wrong.

“ You see, I cannot do as you do, and
let the vile stuff alone.”

“You can if you so wish.”

“How can I? ”

“Just make up your mind to let.it
alone, to take water instead of mm, for
you have will enough to do so.”

“ Think so? ”

“I know so.”

“See here, will you do me a favor? "

” Certainly, if I can.”

“ Watch me closely.”

“ I will.”

“And advise me when you see me
about to take a drink.”

“I will be glad to, but by some act
or signal, for it comes with bad grace
for one man to interfere with another
at such a time.”

" You did when I went to smoke awhile
ago.” ,

“That was different, for you had
snatched my cigar from my mouth and
insulted me.”

“ I have made amends, though, sir.”

“ Completely so.”

“Then keep your word and do not let
me take a drink.”

“I will try.”

“ No, you have said you would.”

“ If I can.”

“Will you do as I request? "

‘6 Yes.,'

“ Then shoot the glass out of my
hand! ”

“What?”

“Shiver the glass with your bullet
as I raise it to my lips.”

“ Rather a severe hint to let it alone."

“ No, I require it.”

The stranger shook his head.

“ You have promised to do as I
asked? ”

“Yes. but—”

“ I shall hold you to your word, for
once I am thus admonished, I will never
drink rum again.”

“ It is almost worth the trial, then."

“ It is! it is!”

“Suppose I cut a finger off with my
bullet, or shatter your. hand, for it is
taking big chances to fire at a. glass
thus held."

\“ You can do it; but, if you do chip off
a finger, I forgive you now! "

“ Jack Dashaway, I will do as you ask.
I will shatter the glass in your hand, if,

‘ in my presence you attempt to drink

liquor, even though I cut off a finger or
shiver a bone with my bulle ,” sad the
stranger, in his determined way.

“ Shake! ” .

The miner held out his hand, and the ,
Quick Shot Sport grasped it firmly, to
bind the remarkable compact between
them.

Just then the eyes of all in the saloon
were turned over to where the youth re-'
ferred to had stopped. It was at a. table
where half a dozen men were engaged
in a game of poker for large stakes.

The loud voice of the boy had brought 'i 95

the eyes of all upon him, and his words ; '
fixed their attention completely. ‘
“ It is the boy breaking out, as he
sometimes does," explained the miner,
quietly. '
“ What is the matter? ” _
“ Don't know, but he’s on the wer- ‘
“ Been drinking? "
“No, he don't do the. ”

 

 
   

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“What is his name?"

“ They calls him Billy Brass."

“He has my first name, then; but
there is some trouble brewing over
there.”

“Yes, there allus is whar Billy Brass
chips in, and he’s likely to make grave
fruit yet before the fuss ends,” and Jack
Dashaway dropped back into the border
way. of speaking.

“You said that he had killed more
than eight men?"

“He has. One would say he had a
contract ter furnish stiffs for a under-
taker, for he’s downed eleven thet I
knows of, and maybe he’ll reach his
dozen ter-night ther way things looks.”

“What does he kill them for? ”

“T'het’s a mystery, but he does one
good thing.”

“ How is that? "

“ He generally gits ther worst of ther
desperado lot; but, then, they is the ones
he runs with, so it's a case of dog eat
dog.”

“ Or pup eat dog," drily said the stran-
ger, a look of disgust on his face for
the young tough.

“You is right, and that’s good, for
he’s a pup, and a bad one ter bite when
he shows his teeth.

“See than now! He’s made a bold
bluff, and at ther man who is known as
Old Nick's Own. This time ther boy will
go under, for he’s tackled ther wust
of ’em all,” said Jack Dashaway, with
some show of excitement.

 

CHAPTER V.
A nov's BOLD BLUFF.

The boy was one whose youth and ap-
pearance indicated that he would have
been more fitted to civilization than to
such wild scenes as he was a participant
in there, in Danger Divide.

He had stamped on his face a refine-
ment which wild deeds could not erase,
but those about him saw only the young
Satan in him and born desperado, as
his acts had stamped him.

When he had entered the Gambler’s
Eden Saloon his manner of circling
about among the crowded tables showed
that he was looking for some particular
person, beyond a doubt.

Those who knew him best became in-
terested, for when Bill Brass was “ look-
ing for some one" it generally meant
that he was on the warpath.

He had appeared before in just such a
way, and the result had been a shooting
match from some cause or other.

Now it had been over a game of cards,
then over a refusal of the youth to drink
with some drunken bully, then over a.
bold charge of having robbed his claim,
when he was absent from it, and so on.

This time the youth, in his dare-devil
way, had sauntered up to the table of
the six poker players referred to.

They were a hard-looking lot, save
two, and these two were known to be
honest, hard-working miners.

Men present had wondered why'the
two had been inveigled into a game with
four well-known “ terrors,” one of whom
was called Old Nick’s Own, and richly
deserved the title.

And it was upon this very man that
the boy had "jumped" this time.

After watching the game for awhile,
he had said, in a loud voice, addressing
one of the hard-working miners:

“ Lem Sutton, you is a fool to play

eerds with sioh a man as ther Devil’s

t cub, thar.”

This bold fling at Old Nick’s Own it
was that had brought every eye upon
the lad.

 

But, he did not flinch under the ordeal.

He stood his ground, while Lem Sut-
ton said, in an apologetic tone:

“The boys wanted us to play, Billy,
and we obliged them."

“ You are about as obliging a pair of
tools as I knows, for ther gang is jist
rakin’ in yer dust, right along.”

“And I intends ter, as long as luck
comes my way,” said Nick's Own, with a
glare at the youth.

“You see, luck’s against us to-night,
Billy," the other miner remarked.

“ Yes, we don't seem to have luck,”
Lem Sutton added.

“ Well, without saying anything that
I think, I’ll jist bet a clean one hundred
on ther outside, thet I kin take Your
hand, Lem Sutton, or yours, Bob Bemis,
and run ther game out a winner.

“Dare yer to try me, ef I pays yer
losses thus far, and shares, if I win."

This bold offer was an astounding one.
All present were surprised and interested
in it, even more than in their own games.

The stranger, Fredericks, heard it, and
it certainly carried out what Jack Dash—
away had said of the boy.

“ Let us get a closer loo ,” said the
stranger sport, and with Dashaway he
neared the table.

Both the miners, Bob Bemis and Lem
Sutton, had appeared glad to get out of
the game, not so much from the youth's
generous offer, but from a desire to drop
out without trouble to themselves, for
they were aware that they were being
cheated. and yet knew the men too well
who had inveigled them into the game to
stop play as long as they were known to
have money in their pockets.

“ I will give up my hand to you, Billy
Brass," said Lem Sutton.

“ But I pay what I’ve lost, and if you
win you keep it.”

“ I’ll draw out with my pard,” added
Bob Bemis, timidly.

“No yer don’t! Thet boy can’t take
ther place of two men, though he does
put on ther airs of one man at times,"
cried Nick’s Own, and all the knowing
ones scented trouble.

" Thar’s blood on the moon,” mut-
tered Jack Dashaway to the stranger,
the latter, however, making no reply.

“ You remain in the game, Bob Bemis,
and I’ll see thet it goes squar; or if it
does down us ther deal’s a fair one,"
remarked Billy, paying no attention to
what Nick’s Own had said.

“ You will, will yer, kid? "

“ Yes, Nick, so don’t you and yer keerd
sharps let me ketch yer cheatin’.”

Nick’s Own laughed loudly at this, and
his companions took the cue and joined
in.

But the laughter was far from being
natural.

“ See thet we don’t ketch you at ther
light-fingered games yer played East,
and thet sent yer out here ter keep out
of jail, leetle feller,” sneered the des-
perado.

“ If you does ketch me cheating shoot
me, and I’ll do as much for you ef I
ketches you," was the fearless and start-
ling reply of Billy Brass, and it was
followed by applause and laughter that
Nick’s Own did not half like.

 

CHAPTER VI.
A DANGEROUS GAME.

Billy Brass slipped into the seat va-
cated by Sutton, and the crowd began
to gather closer.

All felt that when both Nick's Own
and Billy Brass were in a game, it would
be an interesting one and a dangerous
one, too.

 

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The two had never shown a regard to
each other, and a game of cards was a
dangerous commencement of a better ac-
quaintance.

Billy was as utterly indifferent as one
could be. The reckless, wicked look in
his eye had simply. increased.

He took up the cards laid down by
Lem Sutton and said in his cheeky way2

“I don’t wonder a leetle bit, Sutton.
at yer bad luck, when they deals yer
sich hands as these. But, I’ll git better
keerds, see if I don’t.”

“Yer will ef they come your way, kid;
yer won’t it they don’t," growled Nick’s
Own. v
“I’ll see thet ther deal is squar and
take my chances, as I allus does," came
the cool reply.

" Don’t make a bad break, Billy Brass,
when I’m in ther game with yer.”

“Ef it comes to a scrap, Nick, I'll-
fight Satan with fire.”

The crowd laughed, and Nick’s Own
joined in the laugh; but it was dangerous
laughter.

“Does yer know ther stakes run big
fer leetle boys ter fool with?" inquired
Nick’s Own, with a sneer.

“ Don’t git funny and gay, Nick, but
start ther game, for I’m in it fer all you
kin squander, if yer does steal instead of
work fer what yer gits."

The crowd shrank back. All expected
to see an outbreak at this.

But Nick’s Own seemed not to have
caught the insulting words.

Those gathered about knew that Billy
Brass had come there, from some reason
known only to himself, to have it out
with Nick‘s Own.

The very manner of the big camp des-
perad-o was dangerous, for he had seldom
allowed an insulting word to pass
without a quick drawing of his revolver
and a fatal shooting match.

But now, he said nothing, showed no
anger.

The game began, and Bob Bemis held
his hands against the table, they trem-
bled so.

Lem Sutton stood at his back, his
hands on his shoulders, as though to
give him what sympathy and encour-
agement he dared.

With the hand of Lem as a starter, the
youth lost, merely remarking:

“I calls no man, attempts no bluff,
with doctored keerds. But it's my deal
now."

“ See thet you deals squar," growled
Nick’s Own.

“Jist shoot me if yer ketches me, as
I will you, or any of yer gang that I
sees playin’ ther crook.”

The boy took up the cards, shuflied-
them while he whistled a tune softly,
and then dealt.

But, suddenly. he threw three cards
down upon the table.

“These cards are marked, and don’t
belong to ther pack. Jist count ther
keerds and see if ther pack 1hain’t com-
plete without ’em."

All looked to see the result.

“ Count the pack, Bob Bemis," the boy.-
ordered.

Bob did so, and the pack was found
complete without the three cards just
thrown out!

“You see, they is bad company in
good, like me in your 8811:. 01d Nick.
But ther mark on them three is plain—-
ther right-hand corner of each one has
e. spot on it—see!"

All saw.

“ I admit they is marked and in ther
pack; but I guess Bob Bemis kin tell
about them, fer look at him," cried Old
Nick’s Own.

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" No he can’t, but you kin. Bob Bemis
is only skeered at being in a tight fix,
and don’t know what I knOWS about
them keerds.

“ Then, too, he hain’t won a game, and
you has, Nick’s Own; and even thet
hain’t all.”

“Well, hain’t you a gittin’ a leetle too
cheeky fer a kid?” asked Nick’s Own,
viciously.

“ It’s my way, and them as don't like
it kin call me down,” was the quick re-
tort.

“ I’ll do it, too, afore this game ends.”

“I’m willin’; but want ter see ef yer
kin cheat Bob Bemis and me, now I is
onter yer leetle skin game, Nick.”

All were surprised at Nick’s Own, that
he had not yet resented the boy’s words
and manner; but, there he sat, smoking
his pipe and seemingly more anxious to
play cards than to fight just then.

“Jist wait! Nick will break out in
spots afore long,” said one man.

“ He’ll flnd thet kid on deck when he
does,” said another.

The game went on. The boy played
with skill, but seemingly with utter
recklessness.

From time to time he bluffed and won
largely, and even Bob Bemis began to
take heart, though he knew that the end
was not yet.

“ Have you got back what they cheat-
ed you out of, you and Lem Sutton, Bob
Bemis?” asked the boy.

“ I won’t say that I was cheated, Billy
Brass; but I have got back all that we
lost,” was the timid reply.

” All right, then; draw out."

“ Thank you; I will, for 1—”

“ No you don't, Bob Bemis! You can’t
draw out when winnin’, as you and thet
kid has been doin’," cried Nick’s Own.

Bob Bemis hesitated and turned pale.

“Oh, yes, yer kin, Bob Bemis, for I
don’t draw out. I plays on, and you
bet these pilgrims don’t cheat me," said
the boy.

Bob Bemis rose, but was instantly
covered by Nick’s leveled revolver.

“ Sit down! " he commanded.

Bemis dropped in his seat.

“ I take his hand and all responsibil-
‘ity, Nick," cried the boy, and he added:
“ Rob me now, if yer kin.”

“He plays on, I says!" yelled Nick’s
Own.

On the instant the boy brought his
hand from under the table, and his re-
‘volver covered Nick’s Own.

“ Now, lower that gun, Nick!” came
the decided command.

Nick was fairly caught. He had not
seemed to think the boy would dare draw
on him.

But the boy did cover him, and looked
the desperado squarely in the eye along
the sights of his gun.

Then, suddenly, the three pards of
Nick's Own leveled guns full at Billy
Brass.

 

CHAPTER VII.

THE STRANGER SPORT HAS ms SAY.

The climax had come, and the youth,
though covering Nick’s OWn with his
revolver, and who in turn covered Bob
Bemis, found three other weapons lev-
eled at him.

But the boy did not flinch; on the con-
trary, he smiled and said, in his reckless
way:

“ It’s a three—cornered game, pards,
but you jist bet if them fellers' guns goes
off and gits me, mine goes, too, and
sounds the crack of doom fer you, Nick.
though maybe you’ll git poor Bob Bemis.
It's yur play, gents."

 

 

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But the three companions of Nick’s
Own didn’t “play,” for just then the
Stranger Sport chipped in, or rather
arose and uttered the opening words of
this story addressed to Jack Dashaway.

“Say, pard,” returned Jack, earnestly,
“don’t you go and make a mistake.
Thet kid has been covered before, and it
was the other man that turned up his
toes.”

“But, there are four to one against
him! " urged the Man in Velvet.

“ Yes, but take my advice, for if ther
kid kills Nick, and his pards kill ther
kid, thar will be jist two disturbin’ ele-
ments out of this camp thet will make it
a sweeter place for others ter live in."

“You talk wisely, Friend Dashaway,
but my sympathies always go out to the
under dog in the fight, and the odds
against the boy are too great, so I’ll just
have my little say.”

“ You is a stranger here, you knows."

" Then perhaps the people will know
me better.”

“ Go in; I’m at your back, pard, every
time! ”

“ No, I wish you to be one I can call
upon secretly, not publicly, for you are
a man to trust, and I will just whisper
in your ear that I shall need here just
such a friend as you are, though to out—
ward appearances we are fees.”

The man looked the Stranger Sport in
the eyes, and said, slowly:

“I believe I understand. I recall a
face I have seen before.”
The stranger made no reply, but

stepped quickly forward, pushing the
men right and left as he did so. The
crowd had cleared a space before the
pointed revolvers.

No one was in range of the boy's re-
volver, leveled at Nick’s Own, and an
open lane was behind Bob Bemis, upon
whom the weapon of the desperado was
turned.

Then, too, another empty space was
before the revolvers leveled at the boy
by the desperado’s three pards.

Into this space. the Stranger Sport
stepped, and without showing a weapon,
said with a smile, but with a voice that
was warningly distinct:

” Where 1 came from, gentlemen, none
but cowards would jump four to one
upon a boy. Lift your weapons, and
quickly, or I kill the man who refuses
or pulls trigger.”

The deep—drawn sigh that came from
the crowd showed the intensity of feeling
from all.

The three men addressed gazed away
from the boy upon the Stranger Sport.

A man with no weapon visible to thus
address them seemed preposterous; and
a stranger, too!

They glanced at their leader, but he
just then had a contract on his hands
that was worrying him greatly, for, not
considering Bob Bemis in the affair now,
be yet covered him, while the boy had
him under his deadly aim.

“ Did you hear me?”

Like a bugle came the warning from
the Stranger Sport's lips, and at the same
moment, in a way no one just saw how,
two revolvers were in his hands, and were
turned upon the three men.

At once their weapons were lowered;
they no longer covered the boy.

What would the Man in Velvet do now?
all wondered.

He did not leave them in suspense,

“ Now, young pard, honors are even, so
you and that fellow can settle it between
you, but if others 'take a hand in, I shall
do the same,” and he glanced at the
three men he had cowed into obedience.

   

 

 

The boy laughed and replied:

“ Thank you, Stranger Pard; but I’ve
got the trumps, for I hold my gun on
Old Nick.

“But I takes no advantage, so jist ar—
range for him and me to have it out
dead square. That’s all I asks.”

“ That is fair. You are a brave young
fellow; but, if you don't wish to meet
him you need not,” said the sport.

“But I wants ter; I’m dead stuck on
it,” was the reckless reply.

 

CHAPTER VIII.
THE CHALLENGE.

At these words of Billy Brass the crowd
gave vent to their pent-up feelings in a.
loud cheer.

Every. man of them such
pluck immensely.

The bold act of the stranger had been
a surprise, and he, too, won instant ad-
miration by his words and act.

As Billy Brass so promptly challenged
the desperado to meet him, the latter
had nothing else to do than accept. Did
he refuse, Danger Divide would have
become too hot for his dwelling place;
he could only hold his own by being
" game.”

Lowering his weapon, Nick said, in his
growling way:

“I’d a heap rather spank yer, leetle
feller; but ef yer wants ter play with.
loaded weepons, why I’ll obleege yer.”

“ All right; I’ll ask you, Jack Dash-
away, ter be my second, as I doesn't wish
'ter drag thet stranger inter any more
trouble than he has already got inter, and
I apprec1ates his makin’ them three coy-
otes step out of ther game.

“ Now, seein’ as my winnings may be
needed fer future reference, I’ll jist rake
’em in 'fore they gits mixed up in other
people’s pockets.”

With this the youth gathered up his
money, Bob Bemis baking heart at this to
grab his and his partner’s, which the boy
had won back for them, and had left on
the table.

“ Go slow thar, but I has a claim fer a.
leetle of thet gold, too," called out Old
Nick.

“ You has fer yer last stake, and thar
it lies, yours and them coyotes’, too; it's
yours and theirs, I admit. I hain’t no
thief, if I is bad all round. But, jist
now, Nick’s Own, it’s a game 0’ lead or
steel atween us, I hain't particular
which,” said the boy, having pocketed
his share of the money.

Bob Bemis timidly drew back from
the table with Lem Sutton, as soon as
they got their money, and Nick’s Own.
and his three pards were not long in.
pocketing the little they had left on the
board.

“ Well, young feller, as yer asked me, I
sarves yer,” spoke Jack Dashaway, as
Billy Brass turned to him. .

The Stranger Sport had simply stepped
back into the crowd, but Nick’s Own had
his eye upon him, as also *had his three
comrades, and there was some low whis-
pering between them.

“ You must keep your eye on those
men, sir,” warned a miner standing by
the side of the Man in Velvet.

“ Thank you, sir, I will."

“ They mean you dirt."

“ I do not doubt it.”

“ You made a bold stand for a stran-
ger, not only with Jack Dashaway, but
with Nick’s Own and his gang."

“It was demanded of me by a sense of
duty, as I regarded it.”

“Well, you made friends by it, and I
hope we’ll get better acquainted."

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“I hope so, for I have no acquaint-
ances here.”

“ You need not be afraid of Jack Dash-
away playing snake, for he’s open in
what he does, if he is a bad one when
he’s on the rampage. We all know where
to find him.”

The Stranger Sport was pleased to
hear this report of his new-found friend,
and from one who appeared to be one of
the square men of Danger Divide.

But he did not say anything. His
eyes were turned upon Billy Brass, who
was speaking.

“Now, Jack,” said the boy, “settle it
with Nick’s Own whether he Wishes me
ter kill him with bullet or knife, for it’s
all ther same ter me.”

Nick’s Own saw his chance in an in—
stant, and called out:

“Then I says knives, young bantam.”

“ Steel goes,” was the reckless reply of
the young scapegrace.

CHAPTER IX.
A DUEL IN DANGER DIVIDE.
A frowu came over the handsome face
of the Stranger Sport when it was de-

* cided that the duel should be with knives

instead of with revolvers, which he con-
sidered would equalize the affair.

'He glanced at the large, strong man,
who was built for strength and endur-
ance, while his movements were quick
and his eye sharp and restless.

The youth was wiry in form, slender,

- and seemed no match for the man physic-

ally; hence the Man in Velvet was sur-
prised when Billy had so recklessly
agreed that knives should be the weap-
ons used.

“Ther boy is all right, never fear!"
was said in a whisper to the Stranger

' Sport, and he turned, to see Jack Dash-

away passing him.
It relieved his mind greatly; that was
certain; yet it was not sufficient to pre-

 vent him from carrying out his intention,

for, as the crowd was clearing a space

3 for the combatants, he said:

“ One moment, sir.”

The words were addressed to Nick’s
Own, who was seated at a table sharp-
ening his bowie on his bootleg, as though
to intimidate his boy antagonist.

“ Waal, what do you want?” growled
the desperado.

‘f I wish to say that where I came from

'- a man who would fight a duel with a boy

is rightly, looked upon as a coward, and
as I object to seeing such an unequal

 match, I say now that I will take the

place of that youth, and meet you.”

The desperado looked up with a scowl,
while every eye in the room was upon
the Man in Velvet.

The answer came:

“ Say, fer a stranger in Danger Divide,
I advises you
to keep quiet, or you’ll git a contract on
yer hands yer won’t be able ter fill.”

“I only wish now to take that con-
tract, of killing you, off of that boy’s
hands; then if you have any pards who

have other contracts to suggest, I am'

ready to accommodate them," was the

_ calm response.‘

“I’ll ’tend ter yer when I’ve put my

» hand on thet boy.”

“Then you persist in your cowardly
intention to fight him? ” t

“ I does.”

“ Well, I, for oncL—”

.“ Say, mister, it's mighty good in you
tor want ter fight my battles tor me, but
I? ter look arter my own self,

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no-good tough find out he’s bit off more
than he kin chaw.”

“ But this unequal fight should not be
allowed,” persisted the stranger, turning
to the crowd.

“ Well, it shall be, Pard Sport, fer out
here in Danger Divide any one who has
not got ther sand ter fight his own bat-
tles don’t stay here. Thet’s the law
here. Now I is ready, Jack,” and with
a courtly. salute to the Stranger Sport
the boy turned toward Dashaway.

The Man in Velvet said no more, but
he stepped forward in the first line of
witnesses, and if he did not intend to see
fair play, his flashing eyes belied him.

The camp desperado had his three com-
panions at his back, and called out that
he was ready for the fight.

He had stripped off his coat, rolled up
the sleeve of his right arm, and had his
ugly looking bowie knife tightly grasped
in his hand.

The youth had simply made no prep-
arations for a duel on which his life de-
pended, save taking his revolvers out of
his belt. Then a knife was lifted from
its sheath, which when drawn showed in
a very dangerous light. It was of Ori-
ental manufacture, very long and sharp
pointed, though broad near the hilt.

“I’m ready, Nick's Own, and if you
hasn’t said yer prayers, you’ve missed it,
fer I don’t intend 'ter give yer time. I
am in this game ter win ther jackpot,
your life, which isn’t worth muc ,” and
the youth laughed recklessly at his jest.

On the instant Nick’s Own made a
spring for Billy Brass, as if to take him
off guard, but the boy eluded him with
the agility of a squirrel, and as the big
bulk went by that long blade skillfully
slit his ear. I

“ That’s ter see of yer blood hain’t
black, Nick," taunted the little duelist.

A yell greeted the deft act, and the des-
perado grew livid, for he felt that he
indeed had a dangerous job on his hands.

He wheeled on the very instant, and
made another leap, of course expecting
the boy to dodge; but. the rufl‘ian was
taken Wholly aback to have his knife
caught on the guard of the youth’s blade!
and there was fine-tempered steel in the
slender wrist of Billy Brass!

The desperado tried to free his knife
from the guard, but he was pressed too
hard.

Then he sprang backward, but the
youth anticipated this, and sprang with
him, still keeping the blades locked to-
gether.

The crowd was amazed, though they
all knew that Billy Brass was a wonder-
ful expert with a knife. ‘

The Stranger Sport cried:

“ Bravo! You handle a‘ blade like an
East Indian, my boy.”

“ Thank yer, stranger! I studied ther
art fer Jist sich fun as this,” was the
prompt reply.

“Fun!” and in a life and death strug-
gle? Even that was not what the rough
camp denizens could call fun.

Then the blades parted, and the an-
tagonists drew apart for a new clash.

All realized that the two were well.
matched.

Nick’s confessed skill and that of his
young antagonist made it more like a
duel with swords than with knives.

After some fierce play of thrust and
parry, in which sparks flew from. the
blades, Billy Brass began to give way,

A groan came from the crowd.

Nick’s Own gained encouragement, and
made a leap, intending to crush the boy
beneath his greater weight.

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of the boy bowed, bent, swayed, and with;
an up—thrust of astonishing quickness
the duel ended.

The long blade was driven into the:
broad breast, quite through the body!

CHAPTER X.
UTAH JOE'S SECRET.

Billy Brass sprang back, and by the act
withdrew his blade, and Nick’s Own
dropped heavily upon the floor—a dead
man.

The crowd was dazed by the unexpect-
ed termination of the duel: not a word
was uttered.

Billy was the first to speak.

“Give me my, guns, Jack Dashaway,
fer I may need ’em, as there may be
somebody as wants ter take this up ag’in"
me.”

Jack Dashaway handed over the revol~-
vers, and the youth quickly. replaced them.
in his belt.

“You has done the best deed o’ yer
life, young feller, though yer got my
game,” said Jack.

“How is thet, Jack?"

“ He were game of min-e I hed laid
out ter tackle some day.”

“Sorry I disappointed yer, Jack, but I.
come in this saloon ter-night purpose ter
kill Nick’s Own.”

The Man in Velvet heard the remark.
and said:

“Let me congratulate you upon the:
manner in which you handle a. knife.

“ You can take care of yourself any-
where, I see, now.” '
“It’s what I aims ter do, Stranger
Sport,” and with a nod the youth walked
out of the saloon, but turned at the door,
and glanced over the crowd, as though
to give a chance for a challenge if any .

was intended.

But, none was given, and the youth.
disappeared.

The three comrades of the dead camp
terror had seemed bewildered. They could’
not believe Nick’s Own to really be dead.
They felt for his pulse, put their ears.
over his heart and listened to see if its.
beating was sti'lled forever.

At last they were convinced, and, bor-
rowing a stretcher from Piggy, the bar-
tender, they placed the body upon it,
and, aided by another man, who volun—
teered his services, left the saloon with:
their ghastly burden.

Straight to their mountain cabin, a.
mile away, they bore the dead tough, and
when they got there the number of at—
tendants had increased from four to a;
dozen. '

The lamps were lighted in the cabim
and the body was decent-1y placed upon'
a bench, while the living gathered around?
the fire to discuss the events of the night.

“ Pards, did yer hear what that bar.
told Jack Dashaway ter-night?” asked“
Utah J 00, one of the three who had been- »
with Nick's Own in the game of cards.

“What did he say, Joe?” asked an~~ ,.

other. <

“ Thet he hed come to thet saloon on.
purpose ter kill Nick."

“ Well, he done it. That kid is a deviL
with a knife.”

“ Yes, pards, he's a devil in any game:
he plays,” opined Joe.

“ It was a square, stand-up fight, Joe.”

" It were that, but that’s one thing on».
my mind.”

“ Well, Joe, what is it? "was asked.

Joe turned to one and [then the other
of his companions, who were occupants:
of the cabin with Nick’s Own and him
self, and answered: . p - A ‘

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-‘ Utah John, has yer forgot thet that same
kid hev kilt folks afore ter-night? ”

“Oh, yes; he’s a man killer, and no
mistake; but, what has we ter kick ag’in’,
if he kilt Nick’s Own in a square fight? ”
asked Jim.

“ Does yer remember who t’others was
whose chips he has cashed in?” asked
Joe.

“ Yes, thar was Devil Dan, Chips, Black
Ben, Boston Bill, 'and—”

The man hesitated, as though at a loss
to remember the names of all whom the
youth was known to have killed, and then
Utah Joe said:

“That’s right; call ’em off, and keep

_a calling, for there is a number of 'em.”

“ Thar sartinly is,” assented Utah Jim.

“ Oh, yes, but thet hain’t all.”

“ No, Joe, thar’s more.”

“ Well, what I wants yer ter consider,
pards, is ther fact thet each man thet
Billy Brass 'hes kilt in Danger Divide
hes been one of our own gang.”

CHAPTER XI.
A DOOMED TRIO.

Utah Joe had announced a very. im-
portant and startling fact; and then
added:

“ Now, pards, I wants ter ask yer is
this a accident? ”

“ It looks ter me on purpose," respond-
ed one.

“ I would say thet, too," from another.

“ We can’t go back on ther fact, fer it
hes been our own pards thet he hes gone
fer.”

“Maybe it’s only our pards thet has
provoked 'him,” one man suggested.

" They has not done that, as far as I
know. Nick’s Own did not do it last
night, thet are sartin."

So the comments ran, until Utah Joe
again spoke:

“ Pards, 1t hes been done fer a purpose;
I see it all clear enough now, and it’s my
opine that ther kid hes taken ther con-
tract ter down our band. More'n that:
Ther way [he goes about it means thet
he knows eyery one of us.”

“ Utah Joe knows what he are talking
about,” averred Utah Jim.

“ I’m thinking the same way,” chimed
in Utah John.

“ Now, pards, in ther place of Nick, I
shall act ontil ther cap’n says who is
ter step inter our dead pard’s shoes,” an-
nounced Joe.

This was agreed to by all; then Joe
continued:

“ Pards, I has something more ter say."

All were now keenly attentive.

“Now I doesn’t say thet Jack Dash-
away and ther kid is pards, but it do
look thet way, though they haven’t been
over-friendly afore tor-night.”

“ Then yer believes ther boy and him
is pards? "

“I don’t say they is, but »I does say
thet if yer’ll keep count of ther men
that Jack Dashaway has put under
ground, yer’ll see thet each one of ’em
was also members of our gang.” ,

Here was another star-tier, and each
man of them showed his surprise and
alarm.

“ Is thet so, Joe? ” asked one.

“Sartin sure,” Joe responded. " We
lied over thirty members a year ago.”
~ “ We hed.”

“ We lhes now jist one dozen, countin'
ther cap’n.”

" True again.”

. “Of course, some of ’em has drapped
out from other causes, but yer’ll find thet
between ther kid and Jack Dashaway
. master v'em has, tamed ther toes up at
. ', \ 1. ' , ' ‘ ‘V .

This was conclusive; the men could
have not a shadow of doubt.

Utah Joe went on to say:

“Now, pards, them two is friends,
though they don’t appear ter be—ther
kid and Jack Dashaway, I mean. And
more yet: Thet stranger as backed down
Jack Dashaway—I suspects him.”

“What about him?”

“ He chipped in ag’in’ Nick and us ter-
night, done us out of a big pile of
money we hed cleaned Lem Sutton and
Bob Bemis out of, and called us down
pretty fine."

“Indeed he did.”

“ Well, ef he hain’t come ter stand
in ther game with ther kid and Jack
Dashaway, jist set me down as a liar,
and all I say is thet them three hes got
ter pass in ther chips mighty, soon, or
we’ll be downed, every man of us."

“Pard Joe, I believes you is right.
Them three must be got rid of.”

And this decision met with general
approval.

CHAPTER XII.

THE STRANGER sponr's SECOND sno'r.

When the body of Nick’s Own had
been taken away from the Gambler’s
Eden Saloon, Jack Dashaway sat down
to a game of cards, and from the first be-
came a heavy winner.

The man seemed anxious to drown
thought by excitement, and though he
played with apparent indifference as to
consequences, he won steadily.

At last he said:

“ Say, pards, I’m in luck to—night, and
I kinder feel as though it would stick
by me, jist because I don't care it I lose;
but I happens ter know you three boys
hain’t rich, and losses comes heavy on
you, so I draws out of ther game right
'here; and more—I invites yer ter take a
drink with me, for I is goin’ ter my
cabin.”

The three men were surprised. They
were good fellows, as the word goes, but
not able to lose what they had, for they
were hard—working men, who seldom
spent money in the saloon or gambled.

They were, therefore, only too glad to
get out of a bad scrape, and accepted the
invitation of Jack Dashaway with pleas-
ure.

Up to the bar walked the four men,
and, standing on the right of the others,
Jack Dashaway leant his elbow upon
the bar and called out:

“ Denominate yer pizen, gents,
don’t be afraid, for I pays ther bills.”

But there was one in the crowded sa-
loon who had his eye upon them. It was
the Stranger Sport—the Man in Velvet.

He had been seated apart from the
crowd, alone at a table, and seemed to
enjoy, looking at the stirring scene the
Gambler’s Eden always presented at mid-
night.

He had watched Jack Dashaway gam-
bling and winning.

Seated but a short distance from them,
he had heard what Jack Dashaway had
said, and the invitation he had extended.

He looked on as the men took their
places at ‘the bar.

“ Is he going to break his pledge to
me?" he muttered.

Then, as he saw the miner take the
bottle from the hand of the man nearest
him, and pour out a drink:

“I must keep my promise. It will
create a scene, but I shall do it,” was his
quick decision.

At that moment the door opened and
Billy Brass, who had disappeared from
the Eden 9. half hour before, re-entered

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? He uttered a quick cry at what he
lsaw—the Stranger Sport with revolver
' leveled, apparently at Jack Dashaway!

But, he was too late, for there came a
flash, a report, and a ring of glass shat-
tered to atoms.

The bullet of the stranger had shiv-
ered the glass held in the hand of Jack
Dashaway, as it was touching his lips!

Jack started back at the sudden crash,
the glass flying to pieces in his hand,
while the liquor spattered into his face.

Instantly came to mind his compact
with the Stranger Sport—the Man in
Velvet—the Marvelous Quick Shot—the
Friend to Tie To—who had coolly, re-
placed his revolver and was quietly
smoking a cigar, apparently the most in-
different man in the room.

He had not changed his position at the
table, and met the looks bent upon him
by the astonished crowd with calm un-
concern.

Then all eyes turned upon Jack Dash-
away. What would he do? How would
he take this second pistol play, of the
stranger?

Realizing fully the situation, the minor
at once spoke out:

“ Stranger, I have not altered my opin-
ion that you are the deadliest shot I ever
saw handle a gun. Some day you and
I will be quits.”

The unknown bowed in response, and
Jack, turning to the bartender, said:

“ Piggy, a glass of water this time for
me, please. The Stranger Sport, I see,
objects to my taking anything stronger,
and I yield to his wishes. Gents, all,
come up and jine me, fer it’s my treat.”

The crowd accepted with alacrity—all
save one, and he called out:

“I don’t drink with no coward as is
afeerd of this feller here,” and he walked
over to where the stranger sat and drew
his hand back, to strike the sport in the
face.

The blow never reached its mark, for
the fist of the stranger shot out from the
shoulder, and the assailant went flying
backward and downward, falling heavily
upon the floor. The wholly amazed
crowd gave a yell of delight—the more
delighted in that the fellow was known
as Knock Out Kit, the acknowledged
strong man and pugilist of the camps
for a hundred miles around.

Knock Out Kit was knocked out at
last.

CHAPTER XIII.
AJAX AGAINST HERCULES.

The champion pugilist of the camps,
Knock Out Kit, arose to his feet in a
dazed condition, but soon set his gaze
upon the Stranger Sport, toward whom
both Jack Dashaway and Billy Brass had
somehow edged their way.

“ Say, what did yer hit me with? ” de-
manded the Camp Cock-of-the—Walk.

“ My fist.”

“ Yer is a howlin’ liar, ’cause—”

The revolver of the Man in Velvet cov- -
ered the bully, and sharp came the , ‘
words:

“ Retract that insult quick, or I drive
the lie down your throat with a bullet!"

The crowd was becoming wild with
excitement, but instantly, at the words
of the stranger, the pugilist raised his
hand and called out: '

“ I hain’t got no gun!” :l

“ Obey me and retract that insult, gun
or no gun! ”

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“ Then I asks yer pardon; but, what in
thunder did yer hit me with?"

“ My fist only."

“ Yer didn’t give me no show.

“I deal with all mad brutes alike,"
was the reply.

“ You calls me a brute? "

“ Why not? ”

“ Then I say it’s you who has got ter
apologize." I

“ I always consider my words, so never
retract those I utter to a coward; but I
am responsible for them.”

“ Yer knows I don’t carry no guns."

“ I know nothing about you, save what
you have shown yourself to be."

“ But, yer won’t fight?”

“Oh, yes, I will.”

“ As I fights? ”

, “ In any way, place, or time you see
fit.”

Again a yell from the crowd.

The man was quite nonplussed, but
said:

“I guess yer don’t know me, ter say
that."

“Come, what do you wish? "

“A fight, in course."

“ All right! Name your weapons."

“These,” and he held up two fists as
large as two sledge hammers.

The unknown quickly. took off his coat
and hat, placing them behind him on
the table at which he had been seated,
mud Jack Dashaway moved to one side,
Billy Brass to the other, as though to
protect them.

This act of the Stranger Sport re-
vealed his graceful form to perfection,
and the bully, three inches taller and fif-
ty pounds heavier in weight, threw off his
coat with a proud smile at the contrast
he would show.

All saw it, and several called out:

“Don’t fight him, Stranger Pard, for
he’s a giant!”

“ You hain’t no match :for him, stran-
ger, if yer did git in a knockout blow
when he wasn’t looking fer it."

“You got even in ther knock down,
Pard Sport, so let it go at that."

But the stranger merely bowed and
stood watching his huge adversary.

When he had removed his coat the
stranger exposed no belt of arms about
his waist; therefore his weapons must be
in the inside pockets of his coat.

“ They calls yer a sport, so does yer
want ter put up any money on my lick-
ing yer? ” demanded Knock Out Kit.

“ Oh, yes; I’ll put up a hundred, and
you cover it, and whichever loses the
camps will be benefited, for it goes to
every poor and sick miner who may
need help."

A cheer greeted this generous pr0posal,
but Knock Out Kit growled an angry
consent, for he was fairly caught.

" Quit talking and name yer under-
taker, fer my blows kills,” warned the
irate pugilist.

Just at that moment the proprietor of
the tavern known as the House of Refuge
entered the Gambler’s Eden.

He was a man of influence in the camps
—a quiet, energetic person for so wild a
community, and one who commanded
the respect of all, good and bad, the lat-
ter element being particularly afraid of
him.

“ Can I help you, sir, for, you seem to
be in some trouble, from what I hear. I
will say now that I, with others, am
wing tired of the way every stranger
to at camps is pitched upon by certain
non here who could be spared without
loss to Danger Divide.”

These words met with a hearty recep-
tion by about one-half of the crowd, who

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felt that the camps were becoming too
tough in every way.

Glancing at the landlord, the Stranger
Sport replied, with a smile:

“ That fellow has told me to select my
undertaker, sir, and I would be glad to
have you serve me, if you will.”

“ I’ll be your second, sir, and see you
decently buried if you should be killed,
for I admit the chances are against you
in a fight with that man.”

“ I am willing to take all chances, sir,”
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CHAPTER XIV.
OVERMATCHED.

Landlord Brad Loyd looked with ad-
miration upon the stranger.

“ Poor fellow! He does not know the
battering ram he has to meet; but he
shall have fair play, I promise you,” he
said to a miner next to him.

Then, turning to the bully, he said:

“See here, Knock Out, I wish you to
understand that I second this stranger,
whom you have picked a quarrel with,
and if you attempt anything uwfair in
your fight, I’ll see to it that Danger Di—
vide will be no place for you, if you
value life.”

“ I don’t like threats, Brad Loyd.”

“Oh! get ready to fight, for I said
I would meet you any way, and I will.
I know how to deal with just such blow-
hvard bullies as you. I thank you, sir,
for serving me," and the Stranger Sport
stepped toward Kivt.

“ All ready,” shouted Brad Loyd.

H I am.”

“ And I is."

“ Time! ”

At the word the big bruiser began to
dance about in front of the Stranger
Sport, his hands up, his head ducking,
and adopting all the ways of a prize
fighter.

“When you get tired of "playing the
monkey, and wish to fight, let me know,
will you?” remarked the Stranger Sport
impatiently.

“ Take that, then! ” yelled the bruiser,
and he aimed a blow that would have
felled an ox if it had struck him.

But the blow did not reach. The Un-
known dodged it with easy agility, but
even as he dodged be planted his fist so
swiftly and hard in the face of the bully
that he brought him to his knees. The
blood burst from his nose, and the now
infuriated man sprang to his feet, only
to measure his length upon the floor
from another terrible blow—this time
upon the jaw.

The camp pugilist arose in a stagger-
lng way, and a number called out:

“Look out for him, sport!”

The advice was well meant. and it was
needed, for, pretending to be dazed, the
bully, still on his knees, made a sudden
spring to grasp the sport in his arms, to
close with him.

But, clear over his head leaped the
stranger, and, wheeling with the quick-
ness of a cat, be seized the man in his
arms, raised him clear of the floor, and
dashed him down with a force sickening
to hear.

“ I thank you, sir! ” and, as though he
knew there was no need to take a look
at the bruiser, the Stranger Sport turned
to put on his coat and hat.

The fight had ended too quickly for
the crowd, yet ended it had, for Knock
Out Kit was knocked out—was suffer-
ing from a dose of his own medicine, so
often administered to others, greatly to
their injury and disgust.

He lay unconscious upon the floor,
bleeding from his nose and mouth, minus

 

 

two front teeth, and with both eyes dis-
figured.

l’iggy, the barman, threw a pitcher of
water in his face, and the bruiser yelled
vigorously:

“Take him off, for God‘s sake! I’ve
got enough! "

The crowd yelled, and Piggy said:

“ This is your money, sir.”

The stranger took the stakes he had
won and, handing the money to Brad
Loyd, said:

“ You know best, sir, who need help
in the camps; so please distribute this
money where it will do the most good.”

Raising his hat in acknowledgement
of the cheer given him, the sport con-
tinued:

“ Now, pard, set up drinks for the gen-
tlemen all round, and a good square dose
will help you, Knock Out Kit.”

“I believe you, Pard Stnanger, fer you
kin knock harder than any mule kin
kick.

“ Piggy, run a tumbler over ther top
fer me, while I drinks ther stranger gent's
health."

The crowd laughed, and, still seated
on- the floor, his face a wreck, drenched
by the water thrown on him, and the
picture of despair, Knock Out Kit drank
the full glass of liquor which the sport
gmself took from the bar and handed to

111.

“That's the man we want here in
Danger Divide,” remarked a miner, and
many. agreed with him, and drank the
very good health of the unknown visitor.

“ Why, Jack Dashaway is drinking
water! ” cried a voice.

And so it was! Jack had taken hold
of the bottle to pour out a drink, and
join in the stranger’s treat, but just then
he had caught sight of the sport's action,
his right hand slipping toward an inner
pocket in his coat.

Well he knew what that meant, and
dropping the bottle, he picked up the
pitcher instead, and filled his glass with
water!

“That was a lucky look fer me, Billy
Brass, fer I’d hev hed another glass
smashed in my hand, fer thet Stranger
Sport were gittin’ ready ter shoot.

“ And, Billy Brass, let me tell yer right
now, he hev broke me of drinking, for
I don’t down another glass 0’ liquor while
I’m, in ther mines. Jist watch me and
see. ”

“If yer keeps yer word, Jack, yer’ll be
a man. Ef yer breaks it, yer’ll be what
yer often has been, a brute,” was the
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CHAPTER XV.
THE RECOGNITION.

The Stranger Sport had certainly, won
the admiration of the people of Danger
Divide. There was so much of the man
of honor in all he had done that the
crowd had been quite captured.

Brad Loyd, landlord of the House of
Refuge, had not seen the stranger upon
his arrival that night, having been away
at the time hunting; but he had at once
been informed of how his guest had
taken the part of Billy Brass, and also
of his having shot a cigar and glass of
liquor out of the hand of Jack Dash-
away. That was introduction to his con-
fidence, and looking at the register—for
Loyd kept a very good hotel, it was ad-
mitted by all—he read:

“ William Frederick,
" Sport at Large,”

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When the landlord went into the Gam-
bler’s Eden and saw the situation there,
he was greatly impressed by the new-
comer’s appearance.

“ That’s a man to tie to,” he muttered,
and then he went forward and offered
his services, as has been seen.

After the crowd had accepted the stran-
ger’s treat, the latter raised his slouch
hat courteously, and left the saloon.

He was followed by Brad Loyd, who
found him seated on the broad piazza
of the hotel, enjoying his cigar.

He was all alone, but kept his eye
upon the landlord as he approached.

“Mr. Frederick, I was not at the
tavern when you arrived, and so you did
not git the quarters I wish you to have,
for I have a spare room in my own
cabin over yonder you can occupy.”

“I thank you, landlord. I like my
comfort when I can get it, and can put
up with the worst when I have to; but I
had a good supper and like your place.

“ Let me thank you for being my sec-
ond to-night in that little affair.”

“Little affair? Why, man, that fel-
low is the strong man of these mines,
and as quick as a panther; yet you han-
dled him without effort, apparently.”

“I have had my muscles hardened by
just such work, and quickness of action
has often saved my life.

“But, I'd like to ask you something
about the people of Danger Divide."

“Anything you please."

“ You see, I am here to stay for awhile,
and wish to get along without trouble
if I can."

“Going to, after your way of intro—
ducing yourself to-night, I’m thinking."

“I had to protect myself, you know.”

“Oh, yes, you were right, as those
who were wrong found out. Are you go—
ing to mine for gold, sir?”

“ Only with pasteboard picks and shov-
els, landlord.”

“ Ah! that means you are a gambler? ”

“ Well, about that, I guess. I gamble
for an end, play games to win certain
stakes,” was the significant reply.

“ I guess you'll win. You are Just the
man to do so, my friend. I am yours to
command.”

“ Thank you; but you do not know me
yet."

“ Suppose I say I do know you? "

“ Well, landlord?”

“ You have registered as William Fred-
erick, Sport at Large.”

“ Yes; that’s the sign on my door.”

“I have a friend, or had one, when I
was a. soldier, five years ago, in the
Fifth Cavalry, First Sergeant, Troop B,
who had two-thirds of your name.”

“ Indeed? ”

“ Yes."

“ It is quite a coincidence, landlord,
though my name is not an uncommon
one."

“ His name was William Frederick
Cody."

"Ah, yes; I have heard of the man.
Scout, wasn’t he?"

“ He was Chief of Army Scouts, and
was better known as Buffalo Bill."

“ Oh, yes; I know him."

“ And I will never forget him, for I’ll
tell you that, one day, when in action
with the Indians, I was wounded and
fell from my horse; he wheeled to the
right about, dashed back to where I lay,
stood at bay for a minute until he
checked the leading Indians, and then,
raising me in his arms as easily as you
did Knock Out Kit to—night, he put me
across his saddle, sprang up behind me,
and rode on.

“ The Indians shot his horse before

{he had gone very far, but he caught
on his feet, again stood at bay, and beat
the reds back, when he threw me across
his shoulder and ran like a deer until
Captain Alf Taylor rode back with his
troop and rescued us both.”

“I see. He was lucky, as you were,
also.” ,

“I was lucky to be saved by Buflalo
Bill, and he risked his life to do it,
though he did not know me then from
any other soldier.

“ I left the army two years after, and
drifted up here, where I am doing well,
for I am a fairly rich man, and I tell
you now that the face of Buffalo Bill is
so indelibly stamped upon my heart and
brain that I knew it the moment I saw
you to-night, in spite of your disguise.

“ You are William Frederick Cody! ”

 

CHAPTER XVI.
BUFFALO BILL IN DISGUISE.

“ You have recognized me,
Loyd? ”

The Sport at Large rather asked the
question than asserted it, as he bent his
gaze upon the landlord of the House of
Refuge.

“ Yes, and of course you know me, for
I am not. so much changed in the five
years since we met,” and the landlord
held out his hand.

Before grasping it the stranger said:

“ Suppose I tell you that you are mis-
taken? "

“ As well tell me that I am Buffalo
Bill as that you are not."

" Why do you think I am the scout? "
at bay against the Indians, with me ly-

“ In the first place, you cannot dis-
guise your eyes. I saw them to—night
as I remembered them when you stood
ing wounded at your feet.

" They had that same look to—night
when you seized Knock Out Kit in your
arms and dashed him down upon the
floor.

" Again, I know what Buffalo Bill's
strength is, and we soldiers never knew
a man who could equal it."

“ Well? "

“ For some reason you have cut off
your long, thick, waving hair, and the
change is remarkable in you."

“ Well? "

“ You have also shaved off your hand-
some moustache and imperial, and that
changes your whole faCe, softens it Won-
dierfuily, and takes away the military
a r.”

u Yes."

“ The cause of all this must have been
very important."

“ Yet you say it has not wholly dis-
guised me, for you: still insist that I
am Buffalo Bill?”

“ You are Buffalo Bill to me.”

The stranger was silent for a moment,
and then said:

“ My good pard, Brad Loyd, I will
not deny my identity to you any longer;
I am Buffalo Bill.”

The hands of the two men came to-
gether in a warm grasp, and the land-
lord seemed overjoyed in meeting once
more the one to whom he owed his life.

The stern, dignified landlord of the
frontier inn was now as cheery as a boy.

“ Well, Pard Bill, for I must call you
so, I don't wish to meddle in your affairs,
or to be curious, but you are here on some
secret trail, or you would pever have
disguised yourself as you have; but I
only wish to say that you must com-
mand me if I can serve you in any way.”

“Thanks, Brad: that is just what I
am going to do. You see, I came here a

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know this country, and I did not expect
to meet any good pard whom I knew.
I knew you at a glance to—night, yet did
not wish to betray myself or make known
my mission ; but I will tell you now
that you can aid me very. much, for you
doubtless know every man in these
mines." '

“Oh, yes, and little good of most of
them.”

“ You knew the man who was killed
to—night, Old Nick's Own?”

“ Yes, and he was as bad as they make
’em, while I believe he runs a gang very
much of his own stripe.”

“ That is just what he does, though
he is not the chief.”

“ Ah! who is?”

" That I wish to find out. No eaves-
droppers here? ”

“ No, say what you please.”

“ You know that coaches have been
held up and robbed over these trails
for two years, and in a most systematic
and secret way.”

“ Yes; for an ugly fact, they have.”

" They have always killed the driver
of the robbed coach, or he has most
mysteriously disappeared.”

“ True."

“ Passengers have also been killed, or
have disappeared in the same mysterious
manner, so that no one was left to tell
who was guilty of the red deeds.”

“ No, and no trace of the robbers could
be found.”

“ That is just it; but, not only have
male passengers disappeared, after these
attacks, but females, too, and what has
been their fate no one can find out, thus
far.”

" I know it, I know it, only too well.”

“ Now, it is reported up our way that
Mormons are the outlaws who are doing
these red deeds in this mysterious man-
ner, especially as the women have been
taken; but I do not believe it, Brad, and
when I said so to General Sheridan, he
told me to take the trail and find out.
That is why I am here, for this place
and the trails leading from here are the
head center of all the crimes.

" Now you know why I am in Danger
Divide and disguised as I am, for I am
on this trail to win."

 

CHAPTER XVII.
A MYSTERY 'ro FATHon.

Landlord Brad Loyd, the ex-soldier,
listened to Buffalo Bill's explanation
with exceeding interest.

“ Now, Pard Bill, I understand all,"
Loyd answered, " and again I say I’m
with you. Of course, you must have sure
knowledge that Nick’s Own was but a
sub-leader of the gang, not the chief? ”

“ That was my impression; but I'll tell
you what I know:

“ On my way here I had, as fellow-
passengers in the coach, from Pinacle
Heights stage station, a hundred miles
from here, two apparently Eastern men.
I was not deceived, however. -I took
them in for what they were, kept my
eye on them, and when they made the
break I was watching for, and ordered
my hands up, I was so well prepared
that I killed one and was not long in sub-
duing the other.

“ To my surprise the fellow I made a
prisoner shouted to the driver:

“ ‘ He’s kilt Jim and got me foul, Nat!
Kill him or git! ’

" The driver took the
skipped!

“I bound my, prisoner, mounted the
box, and drove back to Pinacle Heights
and reported. I searched my men, dead

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and alive, and discovered that each one
wore a silver ring with a red stone, and
on the face of the stone was cut a num-
ber. Those two were 22 and 23.

“ By mere accident I had observed
that the stage driver wore the same style
of ring, but did not see the number, for

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are not visible.

“ The station agent thanked me, for
the coach carried a good sum of money,
and said he would hold the prisoner for
trial.

“The rogue, however, escaped that
night, as we had to wait for another
driver to come on and take the coach
through, in place of the one who had
skipped on the trail.

“I took the ring off the dead man’s
finger, and said nothing about it, but
have it with me.”

It  n

“ Now, I to-night I noticed that Did
Nick’s Own had a ring Just like it, and I

.. did manage to catch the number, which

was silver set in the stone, instead of
being cut in.”

“ What was the number? "

“ Number Two.”

“ In silver? ”

“Yes; and my idea is that the chief
will have Number One, and it will be
in gold.”

“ You certainly have a wonderful way
of picking up clues, Pard Bill.”

. “I may be wrong in this, Brad, but
so I figure it out, and that is why I
said Nick’s Own must be a sub-leader."

“ The men have their numbers cut in
the stone, the officers gold and silver in-
laid, and Nick’s Own was Number Two
and silver, you say?" Brad remarked
thoughtfully. “ Have you seen any other
of these rings here in Danger Divide? ”
‘ “ Yes, Brad; right here, to-night, in
the Gambler's Eden Saloon."

“ How many? ”

“ The three pards of Nick’s Own wore
them." _
f‘ Then that ring is a secret emblem
among them, without a doubt.”

“It is; and so will be the means of
my spotting more of the band.”

“ We must spot them all—every one of
them, Cody! Not one must escape!”

“That’s the work, Loyd, for us—to
spot them all. I will show you the ring
when we are where there is a light."

“Well, Pard Bill, I’ll tell you frankly
the fact, now—ethat I have been for two
years a United States Secret Service

' omcer here; but, though knowing that

these coaches must be robbed by men

 in or about Danger Divide, I have never

been able to put my hands upon one of
them. I have suspected several, but

' ‘ did not dare go wrong and make a bad

break; but here you come along and in a

a day and night make a discovery, that is

worth more than my whole two years’
war ." -

“I am glad to know you are a Gov—
ernment detective, Brad. for we can work

 all the better together.”

“ But tell me this, Pard Bill! You

' had same trouble with Jack Dashaway

to-night. Does he wear one of those

rings? ”

' 3 f‘ He does not.”
‘»  “ 1 am glad to know this: and that bOY.

   
 

a" air being

Billy Brass, does he wear one? ”
"‘ He does not.”
“ That is good news, too, for I confess
ve taken a great liking to them both.”
“And I admit as much, Brad; I’ve a
esp interest in both Jack and the boy,
' I believe there is more in them and
here th

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CHAPTER XVIII.

BUFFALO BILL SEEKS INFORMATION.

The landlord was thoughtful for a mo-
ment over this suggestion of the ob-
servant messenger of Phil Sheridan.
Then he added:

“I never have noticed any of those
rings; but you know most every miner
wears a ring of some kind.”

“Yes, but take sharp notice after
this; only be careful not to let any one
who wears such a ring see you looking
at it.”

“I will be careful; but another ques-
tion:

“Did Knock Out Kit have one on? ”

“He did not.”

“I had an idea that if any deviltry
was going on that fellow was in some
way connected with it.

“But you gave him a lesson to-night
he will remember to his dying day, if
he passes the Bible record of three score
and ten years.”

“ He deserved the lesson."

“Oh, yes; badly. But do you know
the boys have hunted high and low for
some one to down him, have paid some
men big money, and then seen their man
whipped in short order. But, several
times have I seen him whip men whom
I was sure could better him; and on
three different occasions he has killed
his men with his blows. Now let me
add something more:

“Well, Brad?” .

“ Several times when I have seen him
down a man I have thought of you, and
only, two weeks ago said to Jack Dash-
away that if Knock Out Kit ever met
you that would finish him.

“You know, I recall what you could
do with the strong men of the fort and
never try.”

“ I am not much on science in boxing,
Brad, but I can strike a blow that will
tell, and when I can get one in am will-
ing to take punishment to do so.”

“Yes, and no man can stand more
punishment than you. Why, that fellow
would have gotten tired of punishing
you before you would have thought you
were hurt! But, let me say right here:

“ Look out for him, Pard Bill, for he’s
as treacherous as a snake.”

“I will keep my eye upon him, rest
assured. Now, tell me what you know
about Jack Dashaway.”

“ Pard Bill, that is a fellow I liked at
first sight, and would be a friend to if
he would only let me be so.”'

“ What kind of a fellow is he? ”

“I hardly know how to answer you,
for when I have caught him off his
guard, I have seen him look so sad it
was pitiful. He seemed to be living
over some. memory of the past; but, the
moment he has suspected any one of
looking at him, his face has changed to
a look almost devilish in expression, and
he would go to the bar and drink vi-
ciously, as though he was anxious to
quickly drown all sorrow."

“ Do you know anything about him—
who he is and where he came from? ”

“He is a mystery, to me; but, I am
sure he was well reared and is educated
well, in spite of his rough manners.”

“ Where does he live? "

“In a cabin up the mountains
alone.”

“ Have you ever been there? ”

“'Have been by there, but never in-
side, nor has any one else.”

“ And that is all you know of him? ”

“ Well, no.”

“ What else? ”
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“He has killed a number of men,
then? ”

“Yes; but, do you know, he somehow-
always seems in the right.”

“ The men fear him? ”

“ They do.”

“ Has he killed any particular class of
men? ”

“The worst of the camps, I should
say. I don’t remember a man he has
killed whom we have grieved over—that ‘
is. the better class of miners. But, all
were amazed at what he stood from you
to-night, for the boys have told me all
about it.”

“He had been drinking and snatched
my cigar out of my mouth, so I cut the
ashes off of it and made him return it.”

“And politely handed him another?”

“ Oh, yes.”

“Then shot a glass of liquor out of
his hand as he raised it to his lips.”

“ Yes; between you and me, he said he
wished to stop drinking, so I thought
I’d help him along.”

“ A most dangerous way of persuasion,
I must say; but you always did send a
bullet just where you aim, I well re-
member.”

“ Now, Brad, about another one of
your camp chariaicters——Billyl Brass: What
of him? ”

“ He is a strange boy, Pard Bill,” said
Brad Loyd, slowly and thoughtfully,
“mighty strange; I really don’t know
what to say1 about him.”

 

CHAPTER XIX.
A BOY WITH A SECRET.

“ What do you know about him,
Brad? ” '

“ Nothing, I may say; but, Pard Bill? ”

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“ He is playing a part."

" Think so? ”

“ I am sure of it.”

“ What kind of a part, Brad? ” ‘

“ He is not what he seems."

“ What is he, then? ”

“I don’t know.”

“What does he seem? "

“ Well, you see him as he appears, not
as he really is.”

“ A young tough, ignorant, reckless,
and quarrelsome; is that it? ”

“ You are away. off on that, Pard Bill.
He appears to be what you say, but is
not, by a long shot.”

“He certainly looks and acts like a
young desperado.”

“ Pard Bill, you are too true a reader
of human nature to read that boy as he
outwardly, appears.” ..

“I refer to him as he appears to
others, and wish to hear your own pri-
vate judgment on him, for I believe you
have such a judgment.”

“ Well, I confess I have, and you shall
have it. To begin with, he is not ignor»
ant, for he writes a beautiful hand, as I
got him to do some work for me. That
was Just 8- blind, but I wanted to test
him.”

“ Well? ”

“ He spells and writes with perfect
precision, for as I am college bred, I am a
competent. Judge.”

“ You are a college graduate, Brad? ” ,

“Oh, yes. I was born rich, was left
a fortune, was cheated out of it, and in
my despairenlisted in the army.

“ I do not regret it, now, for it taught
me life in its. roughness, and I will
make and enjoy my, own hard-earned
riches, as I am not yet thirty-five, so
have years .of comfort before me, I hope.~.v

to my judgment of Billy ' "

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I think the boy is out here for other

purpose than to be a tough kid.”
“He is a man killer, I am told.”
" You bet he is.”

“That looks bad for a boy of his
years.”

“Pard Bill, you took his part to-
night?”

“Yes, for it was a case where no man
should see a mere boy imposed upon
or worsted.”

“Did you talk with him?”

“Had very little to say to him.”

“ What did you think of the way he
handled that ugly knife of his? ”

“ Splendid!

“ He is a swordsman, and a magnifi-
cent one, too; that I saw.”

“ I told you he was educated.”

“ Yes, in the way he handled that knife
he showed science as well as nerve. He
must have been taught in some military
school here or in Europe.”

“Have you seen him shoot?”

(I No.” .

“There is but one man in the mines
his equal, or was so, until you came.”

“Who is that? ”

“Jack Dashaway."

“ Then he is an expert in the use of
weapons? ”

“Yes, and with a pen, also, as I told
you, while, in spite of his frightful slang
and camp dialect, he can speak as the
well educated should speak.”

“ He is an anomaly, evidently."

“ None greater that I ever met, and
the question is, what is such a boy, as
.he certainly is, doing in these mines?”

“ Not knowing, can’t say! ”

“ He is here, as I feel sure Jack Dash-
away is, for some mysterious purpose,
but what is that purpose, is the prob-
em.”

“ The way. he kills men, I should say
his purpose mainly is to make a grave-
yard.”

“Yes. Ihe has killed about a dozen, I
believe.”

“ Now, Brad, have you noticed the
kind of men he has killed? ”

“ In each case, yes. All were about
on the par with Jack Dashaway’s human
game—the worst kind of border ruflians
and bad men.” '

“‘ Has it ever struck you that the boy
and Jack Dashaway might secretly be
pards? " '

“I confess it has not; but it may be
so. They are generally set down as bit—
ter foes."

“I do not believe they are, though
they may not be, as I suggested—part-
ners.".

“ You look at things in a very pene-
trating way, Pard Biil, and it may be
you are right.”

"Has the boy never betrayed any
deep feeling to you? "

“No, not intentionally; but I have
watched him very closely, and have dis-
covered that, in his moments of thought,
all of the desperado would fade from his
face, and I have seen him look positively
womanly.

“ I tell you, Pard Bill, that boy has a
secret he keeps to himself. He has seen
much of the world, I am sure of that, for
I heard him once talk in purest French
to a Canadian miner; and again, he wrote
a letter‘in Spanish for a Mexican who
had been shot through the right hand.

“Keep your eagle eye upon him, and
upon Jack Dashaway, Pard Cody, for
theY’ll not escape your search for truth,
I am sure."

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“ But come; it is late, and I wish to
show you your quarters.”

As the two friends moved away they
failed to see a dark form standing in the
shadow of the cabin, and whose ears had
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CHAPTER XX.
ON HIS LAST LONG TRAIL.

Landlord Brad Loyd had built for him-
self a very. comfortable cabin.

A natural mechanic, he had made it
the only attractive home in Danger Di-
vide, and occupying one-half of it him-
self, he kept the other part for special
guests who might arrive in the mines.

Into this cabin Buffalo Bill was taken,
ind he was at once made to feel at home
there.

As ” William Frederick, Sport at
Large,” he was set down, but the name
given him by Jack Dashaway, the
“ Sure Shot Sport,” was the one that
caught the fancy of the people of that
wild community, and as such he was to
be known.

The scenes of the night in the Gam-
bler’s Eden had made an impression, and
the new man had decidedly shown that
he was not oneto be run over, that he
would make himself felt in the commu-
nity, if he was interfered with.

The next morning after his arrival he
went to the Gambler’s Eden and selected
the table where he had been sitting the
night before as the one he wished to call
his own while there.

It was in a secluded part of the sa-
loon, as has been said, apart from the
others, and in a corner, yet commanded
a good view of the place and the crowds,
was convenient to the entrance, and the
very place for a man brought to bay to
defend himself.

He got a better table than the one
there, bought an easy chair from a miner,
and showed that he intended to make
himself comfortable.

Landlord Brad Loyd had some fine
horses in his stable, and as the Sure Shot
Sport had brought along as part of his
baggage a very handsome saddle and
bridle, be secured the best of the animals
to; his own use, and started out upon a
ri e.

“You will have to be careful, Pard
Bill, of the friend-s of Nick’s Own,” said
Brad Loyd to him as he was mounting.

“ You took the boy’s part last night,
and the pards of Nick’s Own have it in
for you, I feel sure.

“ Just watch them, for they bury Nick
this afternoon, and may be in an ugly
mood.”

“ I shall attend the burial, Brad, for I
have a curiosity to see the crowd there."
was the answer, and Buffalo Bill rode off
to get better acquainted with Danger
Divide and its surroundings.

It was a typical mining camp in the
mountains, here and there groups of
cabins, [and scattered along for miles the
lone dwellings of men who lived apart
from their fellows.

The tavern, saloons, blacksmith shop,
and stores were in a group in the valley,
where there was a pass through the
mountains, and where several trails
crossed.

Buffalo Bill hastily made the rounds, _‘

finding that he had a most excellent
horse, and upon his return caught sight
of a procession making its way to the
head of the valley.

It was the funeral of Nick’s Own, and it
was largely attended, for, common oc-
currences as burials were, the crowd was
wont to turn out to
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No matter who the man might be, in
death he was treated to the respect of a
large attendance at his funeral.

Buffalo Bill at once rode on after the
burial party, not one of whom, however,
was mounted, he being the sole horse-
man.

He fell in behind in a respectful man-
ner, and observed in the crowd Jack
Dashaway. .

Naturally he next looked for Billy,
Brass, but the boy was not to be seen.

“It would be just like that boy to
come here,” he muttered.

There were a couple of hundred men
in the procession, and the body, rudely
coflined, was borne by eight strong fel-
lows. ‘

As they neared the pretty spot where
the little burying ground was situated,
Buffalo Bill saw that the population of
dead almost equaled that of the living
in Danger Divide. '

Over many of the graves rude head-
boards had been placed, and here and
there other marks of affection from some
comrade.

Reading the inscriptions as he passed
by, Buffalo Bill did not note one that 
had not on it the words:

“ Killed by," etc.

There were few natural deaths in Dan-
ger Divide, if the headboards of the I,
graves did not lie, as is so often the case 
one finds. 

There was no parson who had yet had
the temerity. to seek converts in Danger
Divide, so Nick’s Own had to be placed
under ground without other burial serv-
ice than the singing of “ Nearer, My God, 
to Thee,” which, I may add, was pecu- 
liarly out of place, when it is considered
that the dead man was the particular pet “
of “ Old Nick," whose namesake he also 5':
was. '

But the beautiful hymn was well sung
by a score of fine voices, and the scout.
who was yet a Stranger Sport to all
there, set the example of taking off his
hat in the presence of the dead, an'act
that was quickly followed by. all.

Suddenly glancing around him, Buffalo
Bill's eyes fell upon Billy Brass.

The boy had appeared from some
thicket of cedars, and was standing with
uncovered head, gazing upon the burial
of the man whom he had killed.

It was a strange picture, Buffalo Bill
thought, as he gazed upon the unmoved
face of the boy.

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CHAPTER XXI.
BROUGHT 10 name.

There was one thing that Buffalo Bill
noticed, as he stood listening to the sing-
ing at Nick's Own’s grave, and that was
that half a dozen of the men present
were watching Billy Brass with a pecu-
liar expression, and had been whispering
together, evidently. about the boy. '

.He at once set it down in his mind 
that the boy had trouble ahead for him -
for coming to the burial of the man he
had killed.

The singing over, the men who had ~
acted as pail bearers seized shovels and ;
began to fill up the grave, the boy still ‘
looking on with evident interest, and his ,_
presence there causing comment from ‘
many. -
b Suddenly three men approached the~ ‘

oy.

They were Utah Joe and his two par-3
ticular pards, Utah Jim and Utah John.“

They were the three who had been.
robbing the miners in the game of pokerr
the night before, along with their - ' "
whom they had just buried. . 

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yard without an invite, and I guess you’ll
stay here now," cried Utah Joe, as he
covered the boy with a revolver.

Billy Brass was caught for once off
his guard.

He did not appear to expect trouble
there, and he was covered before he
could draw a weapon.

But he did not flinch, and asked:

“ What’s your game now, Utah Joe, for
you've got me foul, and no mistake."

“ Yer come ter ther funeral of our
pard without an invite, and fer it yer
has ter crawl back ter Piggy's saloon on
yer hands and knees, every step of ther
way, or yer goes under.

“Now, down on yer creepers, or I’ll
chip yer with bullets ontil yer does.”

“ I’ll not obey you, and if you hain’t
a coward, yer’li stand right across Nick's
grave there and fight it out with me,"
said the boy, fearlessly.

“Fightin’ kin be done after you has
done ther crawlin'.

“ Come, is you going to do as I tells
yer, in punishment for yer coming here? ”

“I will not! "

u Then—ll

“Hold on there! "

It was the deep voice of Buffalo Bill
which uttered the words, and he sat
upon his horse, a revolver in each hand,
one of them covering Utah Joe.

" What’s you got ter put in fer? " cried
Utah Jim.

“ Just to have my say.

“ This is a public place, and that boy
had a right to come here if he wished
to do so, though I think myself it would
have been better for him to have stayed
.away.

“ But he is here, and I'll befriend him,
so go ahead as you think best."

The crowd was as silent as the dead
about them.

The deep voice of Buffalo Bill was de-
cided, and all saw that the stranger
meant what he said.

" This is no place fer a killin'," growled
Utah Joe, as though anxious to get out
of the difficulty.

" Pardon me, but it’s the very place
for dead people,” replied Buffalo Bill.

At this the crowd laughed.

Would the “ Three Utahs," as the trio
was called, who had the word Utah as a
prefix to their names, stand their ground,
or would they back down?

That was what interested all.

" See here, Stranger Pard, I thanks
you, but I don’t want ter draw you into
no fight of mine.

" I said I’d meet Utah Joe across Nick's
grave, and let that settle it right here,"
said the youth.

"That’s fair! ”

“ You began it, Utah Joe! "

“ Fight it out right here! "

“ Stranger Sport, you holds the win-
ning cards, so play ’em to win.”

The cries showed how the crowd stood,
but Buffalo Bill said:

“ There is no need of trouble.

“ Let that man retract his demand that
the boy shall be punished for coming
here, and that will settle it."

“ No it won't.

“ He wanted to make me crawl, so he's
got ter meet me or crawl out of it like
ther coward he is," cried Billy Brass.

A cheer greeted this, and Utah Joe
said:

“I'll meet yer at ther
night."

"‘ You'll meet me now.

“ Won’t he, Stranger Sport? "

“ He began the trouble, and if he re-
‘fuses to meet you he writes himself down
- a coward,” was the reply.

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“ That’s so! ” went up with a yell from
the crowd.

Utah Joe was about to raise his re-
volver, but he was covered quickly by
Buffalo Bill, who said:

“ This shall be a fair fight.”

There was no getting out of the scrape
he had gotten himself into, for Brad
Loyd was there, and his influence was at
work, as was also Jack Dashawayfs, and
that of scores of good men.

So Utah Joe had to yield, the distance
of twenty paces was stepped off, each
duelist, revolver in hand, was placed ten
steps away from the grave, their backs
to each other, and at the word they were
to wheel and advance, firing.

Buffalo Bill, still seated upon his horse,
gave the word, they wheeled together,
and their revolvers flashed together.

Utah Joe dropped dead, a bullet be-
tween his eyes.

Billy B'rass was unhurt, and coolly
walked away, on the trail up the mount-
ain.

The comrades of Utah Joe took up the
body and bore it in silence back to the
cabin they had left one hour before, bear-
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CHAPTER XXII.
THE MEETING IN THE MOUNTAINS.

Buffalo Bill quietly rode away from the
graveyard as the crowd dispersed, but did
not take the same trail back to the camps.

Instead, he rode up the valley, made a
flank movement, and, coming back along
a ridge, halted at a point where there
was a fine view.

He began to feel that there was con-
siderable work ahead of him, for among
the devoted friends of Nick's Own he
had seen the signet ring of silver with
the red stone.

“ That is the band I am after, and what
fools they are to wear openly a sign of
their guilt.

“ I will spot them all, and then bring
them to book when I get them all to-
gether. for there must be no escaping for
any of them.”

So saying, Buffalo Bill rode down the
trail, to suddenly come upon a lone
cabin.

It was half a mile distant from any
other, small, but comfortable, and situat-
ed right at the head of a small canyon.

As he halted and glanced up toward it
a. form suddenly appeared.

It was Billy Brass.

Seeing the Scout Detective, for such
Buffalo Bill then was, the boy called out:

“ Good evening, sir.

“Won’t you come in and have supper
with me? "

Buffalo Bill rode up to the cabin, and,
dismounting, grasped the hand stretched
out to him.

“ So this is your home?"

“ Yes, sir."

“ You live all alone here? ”

“ All alone, sir.”

“ You are a braVe lad, indeed; but I
dislike to see one like you leading the
wild, terrible life you do as a man killer
in these mines."

“ Are we not a good deal alike? ” asked
the boy.

“ How so? "

" You are a man killer by profession, in
the discharge of duty, while I am one
from a sense of duty I owe to loved ones.

“ I act for revenge, and to avenge."

Buffalo Bill looked at the boy with
amazement.

“My poor fellow, it is hard indeed to
have your young life clouded thus, and
you have my sympathy."

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“ I felt that the moment you took my
part last night; but I knew I could trust
you when I found out who you were."

“And who am I? ” L

“ Buffalo Bill, the great Government
scout."

In spite of himself Buflalo Bill started.

How had this boy ferreted him out in
his disguise?

" Why do you think this? ”

“ I know it.

“I went last night to thank you for
what you did for me, and I saw you on
the piazza of the Refuge.

“I was going to speak to you, but
Landlord Brad Loyd came up Just then,
and I hid in the shadow of the chim-
ney, so I heard all that was said, and I
know who you are and why you have
come, so intended to see you to-night
and tell you I can help you find those
men you are after.”

“ You are a strange boy, and I will
not deny my identity to you: but to all
others it must remain a secret."

“ Yes, indeed, for they’d kill you
mighty quick if they knew who you are.

" You know they, have a regular gang
of outlaws here.”

“ It is the Nick’s Own gang."

“ Yes, and there are now just fifteen of
them, for I have thinned down the num«
her the past year by twelve, and, strange
to say, Jack Dashaway has been picking
off men from the same lot.

“ You see, they were a mighty strong
band three years ago, but have taken in
no new men, and the bullet fever has cut
down their number, as I said."

“ You seem to know all about them? "

“ I have been on their trail for fifteen
months, and now know every man of
them, and you are right about that ring,
though I had not noticed it before.

“ But I’ve done my work; finished it
last night, though the fight with Utah
Joe to-day was forced upon me."

" How have you finished your work? "
asked the scout, with increasing interest.

“I’ll tell you, for I am going to help
you spot the outfit and corral them."

“ I shall be glad to learn all that you
care to tell me."

“ It is soon told.

“I am a mountain-born boy, from
Texas, and was acquainted with border
ways when I was a little kid, .for I lived
on a ranch.

“ My father died when I was twelve,
leaving my mother, my sister of fifteen,
and myself.

" He left-us rich, too.

“ But within two years after mother
married again, while I was North at
school, and on my return home at vaca-
tion I found that all my sister had writ-
ten me was true, that our stepfather was
a brute.

“ I had trouble with him very quickly,
for he struck my sister, and I shot him.

“ Believing I had killed him, I ran of!
to sea.

“ I was gone for three years, in a cruise
about the world, and then returned home
secretly.

" The story I learned was that the
man my mother had married was a Mor-
mon, and he had sold our property and
taken her West to Utah.

" I also learned that my beautiful sis-
ter had also married and gone West, and
it was said also with a Mormon.

“ I at once followed, and when I
reached Plnacle Heights I heard enough
to convince me that outlaws, led by my
stepfather, had attacked the coach in
which was my sister, and had killed her.

“ And more, I heard from a man I be-

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ter’s husband had been slain with her.

" Then I started upon the trail of re-
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CHAPTER XXIII.
as rr REALLY was.

Buffalo Bill had heard the boy’s
strange story with both sympathy and
interest.

He now knew the trail of revenge the
boy had been on, but asked him:

“ How was it you found out what you
did about your mother and sister? ”

“ I took the part of a man one night
in Pinacle Heights.

" He was wounded, and I cared for him
several weeks, until he died.

“ Learning my name, and knowing that
he was going to die, he told me that he
was a member of the outlaw band of
Midnight Miners, as they call themselves,
and that their chief was Hugh Manly, an
outlawed Mormon.

“ That was the name of my, stepfather,
and I further learned that, under his
orders, Nick’s Own had led the attack
upon the coach in which was my sister

' and her husband, and both were killed.

“ He also made known to me the name
of each man who was in that murderous
attack, and where they were to be found.

“ It is those men I have been tracking,
and I . ended up with Nick’s Own last
night; but there are still the chief of the
Midnight Miners and fourteen men left.

“ These were not my sister’s murderers,
but they are red with other crimes, and I
will help you hunt them down, in fact,
know about where to find all of them, as
the chief will arrive next Sunday, and
then you can catch the whole outfit in the
cabin where Nick’s Own lived.”

“ My young friend, we will be there
and get the gang.

“ But I-have a particular reason for
knowing your real name.”

“ Gerald Jewett, sir.

“ They ‘gave me the names of Billy
Brass and the Boy Desperado here in
Danger Divide.”

“ Your sister’s name was Jessie."

“ Yes, sir; but how did you know that,
for I have not mentioned it? ”

“She married a man by, the name of
John Dashwood? "

“ Yes, sir, that was his name.”

“ Well, he is not dead.”

“ Not dead, sir? ”

M No)!

“ Do you know this? "

CC I do.ll

" He was killed when my sister was,
that dying man in Pinacle Heights told
me, sir.”

“ It was a mistake.”

“ 9h, tell me what you know, sir, about

“ I will.

“He was not a Mormon, as you were
led to believe; but a Western man, and
I believe met your sister when she was
at school, and he on a visit East.

" As I understand it, he knew that her
stepfather was to take her mother and
herself to Utah, and so they were secretly,
married.

“Your mother went West with her

' '  Mormon husband, and quite a while after

your sister and her husband came on
their way westward, the coach was held
up not far beyond Pinacle Heights, and
what became of your sister I do not
know; but her husband was wounded,

'.  ,and when, he returned to consciousness
; ."found her gone, and he believed dead.

 

 

“It was this same band of Midnight
Miners who did the work, and your
brother-in-law got well, and then began
his work of revenge, as you did."

“ And you know him? "

“ I do.”

“ And will tell me? ”

“ Yes, though I have believed you were
really secretly pards.”

“ It is Jack Dashawayl ” cried the boy.

“ Yes, John Dashwood is his real
name.”
“ Thank God!

“ We have both been on the same trail
of revenge, and neither knew.it, neither
knew the other.”

“ That is not strange, as you had never
met.”

“ Very true; but how did he know those
men? "

“It was the Midnight Miners who at-
tacked his coach, and he impressed the
face of each man upon his heart and
brain, he told me last night, and when
he could he brought them to book.

“ How strange, how strange!

“ But I’ll soon find him.”

"No, let me tell him all, and you be
at the Gambler’s Eden to-night.

“ We will talk it all over together, and
you know you are still to have all go on
as before, for we must catch the whole
gang.”

“ Yes, all of them, sir.” .

" I can rely upon Brad Loyd, for he is
an old friend of mine, and you, Jack
Dashaway, and myself, so that we can
win the game, and through you, much
sooner than I had hoped, I assure you.

“ Now I will go on back to Danger Di-
vide, see both the landlord and Jack
Dashaway, and meet you to-night.”

Buffalo Bill mounted and started at a
canter for Danger Divide, greatly pleased
at his discovery.

“ Why, this will be a double deal for
me, and no mistake, for I shall capture
this band of Midnight Miners, and if
that don't end in discovering that this
boy’s sister and Jack Dashaway.’s wife
is yet alive, and somewhere around here,
with his mother, I will be greatly mis-
taken."

And Buffalo Bill felt in a very good
humor.

 

CHAPTER XXIV.
A FAIR VISITOR.

Back to his comfortable quarters in
Danger Divide went Buffalo Bill, and as
he ate supper with Landlord Brad Loyd
that evening, the latter heard the whole
story of his discovery of who the Boy,
Desperado and Jack Dashaway were.

“Neither of them must be seen in the
saloon to—night, for there will be more
trouble, and all your good work might
be spoiled. -

"I will send them here, and you can
tell them all.

“ Then they can go back to their re-
spective cabins and await until the trap
can be sprung, when that chief arrives
on Sunday night.” -

“ That is the best plan, Brad, and
we’ll so have things go," was Buflalo
Bill’s answer. I

Later he went into the Gambler's Eden
and found a large crowd there.

But neither the boy nor Jack Dash-
away appeared, and when he had seen all
he cared for, Buffalo Bill left the saloon,
and as he did so overheard Utah Jim’s
remark:

“ Some time we'll call in his chips,
pards.” »

The scout paid up, attention to the re-

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mark, and, going to his cabin, found Jack
Dashaway there with the landlord.

It did not take him long to tell him
the story of the Boy Desperado, and Jack
Dashaway. was deeply moved by all he
heard.

Soon after the youth himself came in
with Brad Loyd, and the meeting of the
two, bound together by such strange and
strong ties, yet never having met before,
was an affecting one, tears coming into
the eyes of the youth as he gazed at his
"sister’s likeness in Jack's watch.

It was late when the four separated
that night, the boy and Jack Dashaway.
to go to their homes.

But before they left a plan had been
arranged for the capture of the Midnight
Miners on Sunday night, when their
chief would be with them at the rendez-
vous cabin.

It was about noon the next morning,
as Buffalo Bill was about to leave his
cabin, when up dashed a man and a
young girl on horseback.

The man was dressed in civilian suit, 
had a heavily bearded face, and his com- 1'
panion wore a handsome dark blue riding
habit, slouch hat, and veil. ,

“ We have been sent here to get quar- '
ters until the stage leaves for the East,"
said the man.

Buffalo Bill looked into the face of the
girl, and knew it at a glance.

It was the very face he had seen in
Jack Dashiaway’s watch.

Before him was the man of all men he
wished to secure, the girl of all women
he wished to find, for she was there to
prove in person that she had not been
killed at the time of the attack on the
stage coach. 

Dropping his hand behind him, until f";
it rested upon the a revolver in his rear 7:
coat pocket, Buffalo Bill said: ' v '

“ Yes, Hugh Manley, you can be ac- . 9,;

“we”

Mrs. John Dashwood.” - i 

The words of Buffalo Bill caused the
girl to start and utter a cry of alarm,
while the man seemed as though struck ,.
a hard blow by what the disguised scout .9.
had said to him. ‘ , ,

Then followed a moment of silence, 
while a crowd of miners came toward 1‘;
the cabin rapidly, Landlord Brad Loyd at - 
their head.

“ Mrs. Dashwood, recognizing you, as I
do, I will take you under my charge, and _
you, sir, I will take into custody, for you ,2;
are my prisoner! ” 

The scout had suddenly covered the
man with a revolver and, at the same in-
stant, he sprang from the piazza and ,.
grasped his bridle rein. 

The woman, meanwhile, was the pict- 
ure of surprise. 73%

But her escort? ‘ ’

He had turned deadly, pale, yet he 3!;
made no offer of resistance, only saying, Ti.
as he obeyed Buffalo Bill’s order to dis-
mount:

" There is some frightful mistake her... ,
sir. You shall repent of this." i

“I shall hold myself responsible, sir. .- T'.
for all I do. Come into the house with
me, quick, before I have to explain to
these men who are coming just who you
are. That would mean a hanging party,
as you know."

The man hastily. followed the scout. ,_
who called out, as Landlord Loyd ran,
up: . ,

“ See to that lady’s comfort, Brad, for
she is in trouble. I will explain to her,
soon, but now the crowd must not know...‘

“ Say to the crowd that the lady is sit
right, but that the man is an old slender
against the law." “ ‘

  

  

  
 

 
   

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With this Buffalo Bill disappeared in
the cabin with his prisoner, who still
.seemed half dazed, and in an instant he
had clasped upon his wrists a pair of
steel manacles.

The young woman had uttered no pro-
test, and as Brad Loyd explained to the
crowd she made no contradiction.

This satisfied the men, who were sur-
prised at Buffalo Bill's quick act, and as
she went with the landlord into the
cabin, the men outside turned to go
back to the saloon, all wondering .where
the beautiful girl had come from, and
who was the man that had her in charge.

 

CHAPTER XXV.
THE DEATH BLOW.

Into his own quarters in the cabin
Landlord Loyd led his fair visitor and
enforced guest. She was very pale, and
sank down into the seat he placed for her
in a tired Way.

“ I don't know just what it all means,
miss, but I do know the man who ar-
rested your—your—father, shall I say,
and he means all right, I’ll vouch for him.
If he has made a mistake, he will quickly
say so,” explained the landlord.

“ He called us both by name, sir, so
must know us,” said the girl.

“ Indeed! Then he does know you.
But, may I ask where you are from? ”

“ Beyond the line, sir, up in Utah.”

" Ah! and came here to take the east-
bound coach? ”

“ Yes, sir.”

“ The man is your father, then?"

" My, stepfather, sir.”

" And you came here alone?"

“No, we have an escort of two men
along, but they were sent to the cabin
of some friends they have in the camps,
and will stop with them, for they return
i) Utah while we take the stage east
to-morrow, Sunday.”

At this mement Buffalo Bill entered
the room, and the young woman fixed
her eyes upon him and said:

“ Will you explain this action of yours,
sir? "

“I will, miss, and quickly, for there
is much to be done.

“The man in whose care I find you is
Hugh Manley the Outlaw Mormon, and
known to a few men here as their chief.
These confederates of his are outlaws,
bearing the name of the Midnight Min-
ers. They are the cutthroat band that
has committed untold crimes for several
years.

“ I am here to hunt them down, and
now- have their chief secure, while the
whole band will soon be in custody.”

“ Can this be true? " gasped the wo-
man.

“ Wholly so."

“ And who are you?"

“ An army scout, known as Buffalo
Bill. I came here on the track of these
outlaws, and one of the first men I met
was a poor fellow who had a strange
story to tell.

“ He had become an avenger out here
in the mines, and I don’t wonder, for he
had won a loved wife in Texas, and was
taking her westward, when the coach
they traveled in was attacked by out-
laws, he was wounded, and returned to
consciousness to find himself lying by
the side of the trail, and to believe his
loved young wife had, with the coach.
been hurled to death over a precipice
into a stream.

“Then he vowed to avenge her, and
only two nigh-ts ago told me his sad
story and how he believed her dead, that

 

not for it now. His name is John Dash—
wood, and—”

The scout said no more. He saw that
the woman understood all, and, spring-
ing up, she grasped his hands, and tears
fell fast and hot upon them.

At length she said. between her sobs:

“And i have believed him dead, and
sorrowing for him, have been content to
live in the wilds of Utah, where I was
taken when rescued from outlaws by
the very man you have accused of being
their chief.

“ That man married my mother in
Texas, and, though I never liked him, he
was devoted to her.

“He took her to a ranch in a mount-
ain valley of Utah, and there he carried
me, for, of course, he recognized me
when be rescued me.

“Day by day I have cared for my
mother as she faded away, and a month
ago she died and was laid to rest.

“ Then I said I would return East, and
my stepfather, whom you say is an out-
law chief, was taking me back to my old
home, where late letters to my mother
show that there is a fortune awaiting me
now and my. brother, Gerald, of whose
fate I know nothing, for he had trouble
with our stepfather years ago, shot him,
and fled to sea.

“ But, I shall find him, and if, as you
tell me, my noble husband is alive, he
will aid me.”

“I can help you in this also, Mrs.
Dashwood, for I know your brother. He
is now out in this country looking for
you!” said Buffalo Bill.

“ Oh, this seems too good to be true!”
cried the young woman.

Buffalo Bill, in his quiet way, went on
to tell her about her brother, and that
he, too. had been On an avenging trail.
Until the night before, though often
meeting, neither the boy nor Miner Jack
Dashaway had known each other, Cody
explained.

When all had been told Buffalo Bill
said:

“Now, Mrs. Dashwood, you must do
all you can to help capture that whole
outlaw band."

“ I will gladly do so.”

" Then walk out in the camps with me
and appear perfectly pleasant, and let
me make what explanation I please, if
questioned about my action in holding
up Hugh Manley."

“I will.”

“And you, landlord, gag Manley, and
put a man you can trust to guard him.”

“ I’ll do 50, Cody."

“ Then take your gun, as for a hunt,
and go to the cabins of Billy Brass and
Jack Dashaway, and tell them just what
has happened."

“ I will."

“ As soon as it is dark tell them to
come here, but not before; then gather a
score of men you are sure you can trust
and tell them you want them for deadly
work to-night."

"Yes; I can have two score, if neces-
sary, Cody."

“ Then we will go over to the outlaws'
cabin and take in the whole gang.”

“ It is just what we will do, Pard
Cody.”

The landlord left the cabin, but soon
came back with one of his best men.
The prisoner was at once gagged and put
under the man’s guardianship.

Soon after Brad Loyd rode away, gun
in hand, for a hunt, all thought, but to
go and carry out the rest of his mission.

Later, Buffalo Bill and the lovely young
wife, so long considered dead, made a

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tour of the camps together, and every-
where she met with the most courteous
salutations.

At length night came on; the landlord
returned, and, soon after, Billy Brass
slipped into the cabin, and was face to
face with his sister!

Half an hour after John Dashwood en-
tered the cabin, and each welcomed the
other as from the grave.

 

CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION.

The two men who had escorted Hugh
Manley and Jessie Dashwood on the trail
from Utah had gone with their pack
horses to the cabin where Nick's Own had
ived.

They had received a warm welcome,
and at once gave out that their chief,
Captain Redhand, had arrived in Danger
Divide, and was over at the House of
Refuge with his stepdaughter, with whom
he was going East to get possession of
some property.

As he had arrived sooner than expect-
ed, a meeting at the cabin would be held
that night, and word was at once sent
out for each man to meet there an hour
after darkness set in.

Each man was promptly on time, and
when all were assembled, it was found,
with the two guards of their chief, that
there were just twelve.

“ Ther chief will make thirteen, pards,
find it’s an unlucky number,” said Utah

im.

“ I goes by good luck and bad luck, so
yer kin tell ther chief I jist got out ter
make it all right,” called out Utah John.

With this he was moving to the door,
but stopped short as it was thrust open
and Buffalo Bill stepped in, a revolver in
each hand!

Behind him came Billy Brass, Jack
Dashaway, Landlord Brad Loyd, and ova‘
a score of miners, all armed with rifles.

“ Men, your chief is my prisoner, so
hands up, all round, or take the conse-
quences! ” cried Buffalo Bill.

“ What fer? ” gasped Utah Jim.

“ Every man here wears a ring that
designates him as a member of the Mid-
night Miners. Do you surrender? "

“ Who is you? "

" Buffalo Bill, the Government Scout! "
shouted Billy Brass, and a groan fol-
lowed his announcement from the group
before them.

But, some showed fight; shots rattled;
men on both sides were stricken, but at
length six prisoners were marched out—'-
that was all.

The miners were wild now. In vain
did Buffalo Bill and others try to control
them. They. dragged the prisoners up to
the front of the Gambler’s Eden, where
a gallows stood, a beam between two
trees.

Hugh Manley was dragged out with his
men, and in ten minutes’ time the outlaw
band of Midnight Miner had ended their
careers forever.

Danger Divide had avenged the stain
put upon it by the presence there of the
assassin band.

The next stage Eastward carried John
Dashwood and his beautiful wife; and
Gerald Jewett, once known as Billy
Brass, the Boy Desperado, also went
along, accompanied by Buffalo Bill, who
returned to his duties at the fort.

The miner, his wife, and Gerald went
to their old Texas home, and there they
still live; but never can they, forget the
Dark Days at Danger Divide.

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33“ "it: lienuon: or, The Queen (if the Lmso.
845 Punch: M u“; or, lii‘ll 'l'hiiinlerholt’s Svt‘rei.
B56 (‘mrl \nm niid l’nrll: W The'l‘errihle Six.
366 Velvet Fool, the llltllllll llt'ic‘l live.
8"“ (‘npl “In (‘uilauat or, We B t-riiiirer’r Girl Foo.
3”“ lionin Roli: or. 1'!» iwiri Champions nt lilllr Blazes.
4” Tire Nilken Lil-H): "T. The Riser Rilnrlt Robin.
4“‘ Felix Fox. "W “(W Shotter: hr. The Gold Gniigul'New York.
425 Texan ’l'rnmp. tin- Border RHillt-l’.
436 Phil Fla-n. llll' New 'i’nrk Fox: 'tl'.TlIr‘ _\l\'st.ryoi Room 91.
145 The i‘liy \"urnriiren: or, keil lit-Ifw’o l‘iu'w-n.
61 line Again-t r'ii'iy: ur. 'l he Lilli Mun nt‘Keuo Bnr.
470 The lloy shadow: or. Felix l‘ox‘s Hunt.
The i'lxeeinlor hporl : “Y. The Washington Spotter.
499 Single flight, the (linufiieii Spun,
502 Branded lien. the Night rrrret.
512 Dodger Diek. Hut Wham-Sni- Deli't'ili'e.
62] Dodger Dlek‘u lie-t Dodge: or. The Gotham Gold Gang.
5221 Fox and Fuleon. tltr lit-urn Slimli ws.
58R Dodger Diek, the ltmk Fern-i.
543 Dodger Dirk”:- Douhle: or. The Rival Boy Detectives.
558 Doduer Dlel.‘~ Der-penile i‘m-e.
538 Dodger Dlek. ihu lie) \‘iiim-q. i-r. T! e Grin: ofThree.
578 The Two Shudnwn: --t. lh-Ilu-‘r Dirk‘s Stun (:fllliv.
5'42 Dodger Diek'u Drop: tr. The .\l‘in from Jenn-y.
594 iiiiilt‘ Lon. tha- Street-Singer Detective.
«I0 Did Hkinner, the Gold Shnrk: or. T4'll\' Shnrp on Guard.
62“ The (‘humplon l’nrdh: nr, 'l'he Luriler oi Silver Bar.
6“? Dick Donn. thel Dork Rni' Detective.
645 Kit. the Pavement thrn.
658 Billy Bantam. tlw BM Beagle.
67] Jeraey Jed. the “UV Huntler; nr. Sl'ndnwihz the Shadower.
085') Happy “I! ii, the Boy Musician Detective.
Till l’hoto rnpfi 1“ red. the (‘niitri‘ii Sharp.
7i5 “'ide . wake Len. the Qlllllit'f' (‘in Hunt.
732 DIIi-ly Dell. the l’iiveineiil llvirl‘l‘ll'v‘l Hr, Trapping Big Game.
742 Billy “'inkn, the Bell line llrlt‘t’ilvt‘.
754 “ill \"illkll. the Po-‘n ROY Shallow.
76" Eagle, Nod. thsI llny on Gunrnl: or. The Camp Spiders.
780 Tonkawny Tom. the Bell Wiznril
’42? The llnntum sport.
til-1N Clip. the Buttery Fermi: or. on“ coutro Foul Play
H9? Diu'y Doon'o lily lionnee.
905 Dundv Nugget, the Ho" Shadow.
921 The Do" from Denver.

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119 Will Somera, the Boy Detective.

12‘ Phil Iiurd ', the lions Buy.

120 Picayune ’etet 0r, Nicodemus, the Dog Dc-toetin.
180 Deter-live Dlekz or, The Hero in Rap.

149 "and-nine Harry, the Porthlmli Detectlvo.

I47 \‘vill Wildfire, the Thoroughbred.

159 “lat-k “eon. “'lll “'ililfire‘n Rut-er.

157 . ike Merry the Harbor Police Boy.

I69 Will “'Ildilre in the “'oodll.

185 Billy Balance. the Railroad Bony.

170 A 'I'rulnp (‘ardz or, Will Wild re Wino and Leoss
174 liob lloekeim or. MynerionotNew York.

179 Bob lloeketi. the Bunk Runner.

153 The Hidden lland‘ or, “'ill Wildfire‘s Raven",
18? Fred Iialynrd. the Mo Boot Bni‘: or. The Smuggl".
1”” "oil Iioekeit; or. Driven to the “'nll.

196 shadowed: or, Bob Rnrkett‘l Fight {or Lifo.

206 Dark Paul. the ’i lgt'l‘ King.

219 Dauhinar Dave. the Dnnd Detective.

920 Tom Tanner: or. The Blink Sheep oi the Flock.

9!?» Earn (‘hnreonl the Premium Dnrky.

9315 Shadow Sum. tho Mournzer Boy.

24% The Two “ "load: “3 or, Shenandoah Riil ond HI. Bang.
85% Dlek Danhaway I or, A Dakota Buy In (‘hicn o.

86 The Young Sharp-x ox. Rollicking Miho'o got Trail.
374 Jolly Jim. tlt ' Detective Ai-nrentlco.

2N9 Jolly Jiin'n Job; or, The \ounir Detovtlve.

29" The “'ater-llnnnd: 0?. The You'll Thoroulhorod.

806 Danhaway, oflialmtax or. A Wei-tern Lad in Quonor City.
894 Ralph Ready. the Hotel Boy Detective.

34‘ Tony Thorne. the Vagabond Detective.

858 The Reporter-Detective; or, Fred Flyor'o Blluanh
307 ‘7 hie-Awake Joe: or, A Boy at the Times.

879 Larry. the Leveierz or. The Bit-ods oi the Boulovard.
‘03 Firefly Jack. the Rii'ePRnt Detective.

4.3 The Loot Fin or; or. Th» Entramied Cuhlor.

42“ Fred Flyer. i e Rennrm Detectivp.

432 Invincible Lolun. the Pinkerton Ferret.

450 Bill “rich. the Jolly t'nznnond.

466 WI e-Awako Jerrv. Detmlve: 0r Entombed All"-
479 Deieetlve Dod e: or, Thu Mi'llrrv oi'Franh Hoorty.
‘9! Vi ild Diek Rae at: or_ How He Fought for Honor.

501 Booth. the Boy Fireman x or. Tno Shorp for tho Sharpor.
him The fleeret ‘eri'iee Dov Deieeilve.

590 Jimm the Kidt or. A Lamb Among Wolves.

897 Tom ruee oi Arknnoa-t or. The Wolfln “101016.
655 l’lueky Paul. the Roy RDN‘ulfliOP-

“ii? Bob and sum, the Dnisy Dewttivel.

709 The Cnrboione Deter-the: or. Harry Halo'o Big Boat.
75? Detoetlve Fran k’n Sweep-Iiakel.

909 Ned Norman. the Gnlnin Broker.

SDI Turkey Billy the Shine-’rni-up Detective.

917 Flash Lightning, the Mountain Mncot.

BY ALBERT “B AIKEF.

ii The Two Detrotiven 07.1"!“ Fortnnss ois Bowory Girl.
7. Abe Colt. tho Crow-Killer.
79 Sol Ginger, the Giant Trs per.

98' Joe Buck «(Angela an “in Boy Pard.

“7 New York Nat. A Tole of'l‘rich and Traps in Gotham.

8 New En land Nix-k: or. The Fortunos oia Tomlin.

M Ni-ble iek. tho Circus Prince.

49. Tao! Ted. tno Arloonn Sport.

‘10 Cool Colorado, tho Holt-Breed Domtivo.

.18 Cool Colorado in New York: or. The Cowboy's m

BY CAPT. ALFRED D. TAYLOR (l- S. A.

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I“ BII’aio Bill I lit-ti «-r. The (lo-tier Guido.
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489 The Rh nl (Shinto ofNowhar'.

49! (‘uptun Burr, the Klan irnu- Hard Luck.

537 Did linelu” e. the Sierra Shadow.

56 i in.“ an Pin”. the Boy Miner. (r, The Man Vi'lthouto Pat.
609 Holly Dorril, the 'ieternn l).~terli\'r‘.

6'30 Little Ll rhtning‘n League: «r. The hivetery o, the in!“
633 I’|.11.L_\ 'uul. the line l’rnh‘perlnr.

7.3] Gold-DIN! Dun. tlu-Tmil Pntrul.

75.3 i-old Dn-t Dnn‘n (Ruth: nr. Rwklcou Refit-be Rectal“.
923 Gold-Dust Dun‘n hump-Shot.

ln' Josm'il r2. BADGER. JR.

9 Yellowstone Juekz 0r,The Trap r.
4’4 lilnel. John, the “will-Agent; or, he Outlnw’l Retro».
65 Ilnrrleane "III; or, Mustang Sam and His Paid.
119 Multan Sam ; or,The King oi the Plains.
188 Night-l and. Kit: ~r,1he Daughter of the Ranch.
14-4 Dnlnty Lanee the Boy Sport.
151 Panther Paul: onlmim} Lame to the Rencuo.
160 The illuek Giant: or, Dnintv Lame in Jeopardy.
lift-l Deudl) Dnnh; or, Fighting Fire with Fire.
1% i The lloy Trailern: or, Dainty ane on the WarvPath.
208 The llo ' ’ardo; or. Dninty l.flli(‘e Unmuh.
21] (‘rooke Cale, the ('nlihnn of (‘elefiilnl City.
810 The liarranea “'oli‘: or, The Beautiful Decoy.
319 The lliaek Rider; or, The lione»Thlevea’I‘agna.
885 old Double Fin-ti or,1'hoStranue Guide
‘55 The King oi'ilie “'oodn: or. Daniel Boone’- Lutm
449 Kit Fox. the Border BovDetoctlve.
62:» (‘hineapin Dan, the Roy Trailer.
67? (‘hlnenpln Dun'n Seeond Trail.
6!! i‘hinenpiu Dun’o Home Ftreteh.
69“ Did i'rlizy, the Mnn “'itliniii a flood.
70‘ Hirhhlleart Luie‘u Legacy.
71‘ Hunt-Heart Luie’n Lani Trail.
728 Silu-rhlnde. the film-hone.
729 Siherhlade, the Hull-Blood: or, The Border lie-(lo at h
789 Mlu-rhlade. the Hostile; or, The Bordor Bongle’s Trail.
T43 Ellverblade the Friendly; (1,le Border Beagle's Boy“

BY C. DFNNING CLARK.

135 Captain Paul: or, The Boy Spv oi the Mo. taina.
.80 The Yankee Rajah; or. The ‘Fnte of tho B ach Shared.

DY LIECT. II. D. PERRY. C. S. N.

176 The Boy Runaway: or. The Bum-moor oftho Bay.
130 The Sea Trailer: or. A Vow Well Kept.
I92 Captain Kit: or, The Myntery of Mont-uh Point.

BY J ACK FAIiRAGIYT.

815 Ned. the Cabin Boy; or, The Witch ol tho Fart.
820 The Ben Boreerenot or. The Boy Slipper.

BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.
79 Blue Dick ' or, The Yellow Chief’s Vengeance.
is: The Land i’irateo or, in. 1...... «only. nine.
18? The llelpleu flan ; or, Burkwo-ida Retribution.
289 The Gold-oeeker Guidet or. The Lost Mon-toll.

BY BRACEDRIDGE IIEMYNG.

89 Island Jinn or. The Pet of the anil‘i
l 91 The Captain ofthe Club; or. The ival Athlotu.
101 Jack llarkaway in New York.

HISCELLAN EDI}! AUTHORS.

4 The “'lId-lloroe lluntero. By Coot. Moyuo Ioio ‘
Frederick Whittaker.
9 Adventure: of Baron Munehaaoel.
l9 Gulliver‘o Travelo. By Donn Swift.
l4 Aladdin: or, The Woudertul Lamp.
16 Robinoon Cruaoe. (91llluotratlons.)
IR Sindbud the. Sailor. Hi: Sovou Vo ages.
2. The Sea Serpent: or,1‘he Boy Rob noon Crusos. By Joan
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88 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, The Rod Plroios o! tho
Csrrihero. By S. W. Piorcs.
80 The Boy Clown: or, The Arena Queen. By I 8.11“.
3! Ned “'ylde. the Boy Scout. By Texan Jack.
51 The Boy Rifle-z or. The Undo und Camp. By A. C.lrna.
95 The Rival "overs; or, Tho roobootorl of tho “inst-int
By Llout.-Col. Hmltlno.
98 Robin Hood. the Outlawod Iarl: or,'l'ho Morry Mon oiOrooo'
wood. 3 Prof. Gildorlloovo.
105 Old Ru e, the Huntor; or,‘l'he Crow Contivo. By Caphh
Hnrnlltou Holmes.
119 The Mad lluaterr or, ‘I hoCnve oi booth. By DWI.“
1M Tippy. the Texan: or,'l‘h¢ Young Champion. By Cool...
G eoson.
128 The You: Privateer; or, Tho Pimu'o Stronghold. By
Harry Covend .
148 Sharp Saul: nr, The Advontnrss ot a Nondis- Boy. By J.
Alexander Potton.
: or, The Groon Rumor of tho Yol-

or: Dinky Darrell.
lowotons.FBy Edward" “I N. Y I“ no I a L‘

261 Fe II earnaa t o «v y. . mg,

.66 Killb'ar. the (in do: "MD-v1 Croehott's ducted 'l‘nii
By Enoin C. D. Wamu.

998 Red Claw. the o-lyod Troppor; or. Tho laid oitho cu.
By Cnptaln Comoiock.

817 Peacock Pete. tho Livst Lad (tom Loadvillo. Iy Li.-
tenant Alfrod I"homo.

8.8 The Sky Detectives or, A Boy’l light ior Lil‘soadllonss.
By Maior Mich: Froo.

850 Red Ralph. t e River Rover: or.Tho WI I.
vonlo. By Nod Bun tllno.

365 Baltimore Ben the Bootbluli Dotoctlro. A. P. lorri-

874 Cold-Dan To-t or. Ben's Double Match. 0 ll. Ions.

876 Calif nia Joe’s First 'lrall. By Co cool The.-
Hoyer. onstory.

41. Billy Bombahcli, tho Clll Climber. By I'. 8. Winthrop.

475 The Black flhi . By John S Warrior.
Comanche Die aad Ills Three Invincihloa. I,

can 1. omoa.

‘8. The Cowl). Duke. By Edwin Brooke Forrsot.

“I Ariel the At loto. Dy David Druid.

585 “'ill Water-o, ilo Bov Ferret. By [Linton

“39 The Dead Nieotive'o Double. By Guild Cori...

721 Maverick Mose. tho Arlmnn Detortlve; or. Tho Wimld
I'rlto. Pans. By Will Liunbee.

By King Keen, o!-

809 ‘60: goat?!» “Ere-Cth from Denver.
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814 Aoe High. the Moro Detective. By C. E. Tripp.
830 The 6 II Lodan in RI: Alley; or, Citlasn m
of Number Sovon. By Born D. Hullidnv.
RI] The Ohio-go Drlalaior’n Deal. By J. 6.“...
841 Prince Charlie, the Cat’o— Paw Sport. By M.-

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SCI Billy “Villa tho Bruno Fox. By Chan. 1".
879 Blue-light Ill, the Soth Sport; or.Ths
tin Lone Hand. By King Keno.

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Deadwood Dick Novels.

1 Deadwood Dlek, the Prince of the Road.
l 20 Deadwood Diek'n Deiianee; or, Ilonblr Daggers.
      
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42 Deadwood DIi-k‘u Bonanza; ""1 The Phflntmn Min“
49 Deadwood Dick In Dungen' nr.()mlha()ll.
57 Deadwood Dick's Eagle's; or,Tha Pardsol Flood Bar.
73 Deadwood Dlek on Deck; or. l‘nlnmitv J Ine,thr Heroine
17"; lag-.sutl‘woot‘l1 llii‘elli'; Llast  or. Corduroy Charlie.
oat woo e a fat \' e.
104 Deadwood Dlek‘n Deuce; or,'l‘he Double Cross Sign.
10" Deadwood Diek as Detective.
109 Deadwood Diek‘n Double: onThv Gorgon's Gulch Ghost.
13" Deadwood Diek'n llome Ital-e; or. Blond: Bill.
149 Deadwood Dlek’a Iiig Strike“ or. A (bone OfGfild.
156 Deadwood Dlek oi Deadwoo : or,’iho I’lrked Party.
195 Deadwood Diek’a Dream; or The Rivals ofthc Road.
Deadwood Diek’n Y1 ard; or. The Black lllll’aJsIebel.
05 I1:0:a‘tilwoo‘111  llb’oor? :"or_:Ialamltyans'sAdvsnturo.
en woo e ' II em (a .
Deadwood Dlek's Death-I’I t.
.89 Gold-Dust Dlek. A Romance anillloughn and Tongbs.
:3: Reagwoo: 3:01;". {Divide or, Tho Spirit of Swsmp Lake.
ea woo e "s Death ‘rall.
309 Deadwood Dlek’u Deal: 07,Th9 Gold Brick oiOragon.
.47 Deadwood Dick:- Dozen: or, The Fsklr ofPhnntom Flats
Beudwoog lDir-k s Dueatsz or, Days in the Digging.
mm nfi'iin‘lfifio ..'.$'.‘.,£“:"'.‘..“.'.'.f°‘“ "'1'" “mm '"d'm'
‘05 Deadwood Dix-k 1| D d.(‘ .
410 Deadwood Dlek’s Itiasxondky
Deadwood Diek In New York: or. A " Cute Conn.”
480 Deadwood Dick's Duett or, The Chalnsd lisnd.
 Beagwoog “rt.  wright; Crimson Crescent Sign.
el woo e . r. I. e nnee.
Deadwood Diek Jr.‘ 1“ II II d.
459 Deadwood Dlek: Jul. all: no'lI'lm-Fo.
405 Deadwood Diek Jr.‘n Raeket at Claim 10.
Deadwood Dlek, Jr.’n (‘orralg or. Bowman Bill.
470 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.’n, Dog Detective.
Roadwong “It-Ii. :I'r.‘ iu(Deaduood.
l‘lli woo e ' . ‘ m 't.
o Deadwood Im-k' 1:3: ldhe'i'l‘t‘auce.
600 Deadwood Dlek, Jr.‘s III Inga.
503 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.'n. De verance.
' Deadwood Diek Jr.‘n I'rotegee.
Deadwood Dlek. Jr.'s. Three.
529 Deadwood Dlek, Jr.'n, Danger Ducks.
534 Deadwood Dick. Jr.'n. Death Hunt.
5‘ ‘ Ilieuzllwoodl  :l'r" ‘I'n ate-'35s; t H
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Deadwood Duel... Jr... on III: Meettle.
554 Deadwood Diek. Jr., in Gotham.
Deadwood Dlek. Jr., in Boston.
567 Deadwood Dlek, Jr., In Philadelphia.
572 Deadwood Diek. Jr.. In ('IlIi'B‘O.
578 Deadwood Diek. Jr" Afloat.
6th} Deadwood Dick. an. in Denver.
500 Deadwood Dick. .1 r.'s. Deeree.
.' Deadwood Dlek Jr.. In IIeeIzehub’u Basin.
000 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.. at (‘oney Island.
006 ll’h-aaiwom:  firm-,1 Leadvilie Lay.
ea WODi e r.. n letr It.
01% Deadwood Dick: Jr. Ill ('Illi'l‘l’lllfltl.
621 Deadwood Diek. Jr., in Nevada.
030 Deadwood Diek. Jr.. in No Man's Land.
 “eadwoog  Jr.. 'Aitfir the Queer.
. mu woo 0 Jr.. n nfl'alo.
64H Deadwood Diek, Jr.'n, (‘hase Aaron-the Continent
 lDeadwood  31rd Among the Smugglers.
em woot (- ', r.‘- Innurum-e Case.
6 Deadwood DIek Jr. liaok III the Mines.
679 Deadwood Dirk: Jr.: in Duraugox or,“Gnthered In."
 “endlwoor: luck, in:- I‘D'Iueolvery;or,FonnusForinne.
e wooc e '. r. a. an e.
690 Deadwood Dlek Jr.’n. Dollars.
' Deadwood Dir-k: .ir.. at Danger Divide.
332 ll°“‘.l“°°2l iii”?  "5"“. p
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Deadwood Diek' Jr.; In San Francisco.
710 Boatipvoodl line}? in“: F'l'till Hunt.
1'“! woo e r. n ominoes.
703 Deadwood Dlek: Jr.'- Dir-guise.
7B4 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.'s. Double Deal.
740 {:ead‘woo:  Jr."-. I'Deatlhlwtateh.
eat woo e ‘ .Ir. - lou r e .
7m Deadwood Dick. .Irs...’ Deathhlow.
71$“ Deadwood Dlek. Jr.‘- Desperate Strait.
 Reagwoo: Bit-h. gm?» hope gland.
ea woo e r. s 0 en .
770 Deadwood Dlek: Jr.’s. Ile-urreetion.
730 Reagwoog  filth-"Duar: Days.
ea woo e r. e e .
709 Deadwood Dlek. Jrf‘n, Double Device.
707 Deadwood Dlek, Jr' Desperate Venturs. "
808 Deadwood Diek, Jr . Diamond Dice.
31':  in":   5""
ea wo e" r. I ea -o .
aw Deadwood Dick: Jr.’s. Rival.
800 Deadwood Dlek. Jr.'s, Doom.
808 Deadwood DIek, Jr.'s. Feoop.
8.4 Deadwood Diek. Jr.’l, l'rox .
840 Deadwood Dick. Jr.'u. Clute a
845 Deadwood Diek. Jr.'n, III In "one.
850 Deadwood Dink Jr.. at 1 evII’I Gulch.
son Deadwood Diek, Jr.’-. Death-"ole "not".
no ll“1l"°°1l lll‘lfi' i""r“"‘""l'""
on woo e r.. n ex 00.
an Deadwood nh-k.’ J". Deeoy Duck.
88’ Deadwood Dick, .lr. In Silver Pocket.
Deadwood Dick. Jr.‘n, Dead-Sure Gang.
:3: l'.“".'."°‘:.‘a no", 3"?“ 'T’°".i'°\l"'t°'
ea wo e' no. ra e-. ar .
010 Deadwood Dirk, Jr.. at. Tip-Tor.
DIG Deadwood DIek. Jr.’s Dons Ie- eeker.
90% Deadwood Diek. Jr. at Dollarville.
0R4 Deadwood Diek, Jr.. at Flush Flat.-
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um Deadwood Die " 3-. Right flower.
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9;: Deadwood Dink 'Jr.’-. ouch.
it 7 Deadwood Dick. Jr.'s, Death-Devon.
030 Deadwood Diek, Jr.’s. Dent Card.
900 Deadwood Diek. Jr., at Gold Dust.
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1018 Deadwood Dim, Jr.'s, Big Four.

111' ROBERT R. INMAN.

10.8 Dandy Dlek’s Double.
10.4 Dandy Dick, Detective.

BY WM. WEIT WILDER.

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10” Cowboy Chris, the Mn: oi Caliber.

    
   

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Other Novels by 1‘). L. \Yheeler.

“0 Rosebud Rob: or, Nuggvl NPII‘ the Knight,
Iionehnd Rob on "and: m, l.l_\l, lhr- Hirl .‘liner.
8” Ito-ehud lioh‘n Rea pearunee: m, l‘hhtogmph Phil.

121 Ilouebud Iioh‘n ("Ila lenge: or, (‘Innanmn (in r.
277 Deln er Doll. the lh-tm tlw ann; or. The Ynnlm-‘s Surround
231 Denver Doil'n 1 Ietory; or. Skull nnnl ('rossbiqiru.

.55 Delner Doll'n Decoy: or. Little Bill's Bonanza.
390 Denver Doll’n Drill ; or. The Road Queen.
1 rekn Jim. the Gold-Gatherer: or, Th.‘ Lila Lotterv.
878 Y reLa Jlm’n I'rlze: nr.'l'ln'\\'ol\'es..1 wnk...('p_ '
3’45 Yreka Jim‘s Joker; or, The Rivals oi Red New:
894 Y reka Jim ot’ Y uha Dam.
209 Frltz. the liound-lloy Detective: or. Dot Leo'lle (lame,
211i Fritz to the Front: on The Yentrlloquiut Hunter
34 I, ph-rrg Sum, th. l‘rolliiv r Ferret; or, A \‘ister‘. Devotion.
24" Sierra Ham's Secret: or, The Bloodv Frmzprinu.
258 Hierra Hal-M l’urd; or, The Angel Ill Big Vista.
258 Sierra Fain“ Seven; or.'l'he Stolen Bride.
384 Kangaroo Kit; or. The Mysterlous Miner.
Kangaroo Kit'e Racket; or. 'i‘hr l'riilr nf Played-Out.
39 Death-Face. lletevtiv»; or, Life in New York.
90 “'ateh-I‘Zye, the iletrctiw; or. Arnhs and Angels.
117 GIIt- Edged Diek, the Spurt Detectin-
145 Captain Ferret. the New York Detectlvs.
I“! New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Dekctivu.
220 The Aral. Deteethe: Ur, Niioolrr, the lioy Show”
891 Turk the Boy Ferret.
325 Kelley, Ilieke,‘ .\ Co . Ilw thw-tlvvn of Philadelphia.
48 Manhattan Mike, the Mowvry lh'twtiw.
400 “‘rinkles. the Night Wau‘h Detective.
416 Iligh Ilat Harry. the llase Hall Detective.
4’36 Ham fllubniden. llve lieggar-liov lleiet‘tlve.
484 Jim Beak and Pa]. Private Detertlvoo.
26 (flo\en Hoof, the Hutfnlo Dumon: or, The Barrie-r Vultures.
32 Bob Woolf: or, The Girl Des‘lAShot,
45 Old Avalanehe: or, \\'llul Edna. the Girl Brlgnnd.
53 Jim Illudnoe. Jr.. the Boy Pltrlllx.
01 IIuvkhorn IIIIIt 01'.le Rod ltllle Team
92 (‘unada (‘hetg or, th Anm-omla ln Sitting Enll‘a Camp.
118 Jack Hoyle the Young Suernlntflr.
195 Douallza IIIII. Miner: «1'. \lmimn Mystery, the Forger.
138 Ito-Ia liob the King of lloothlnrks.
141 Solid Ham, the Km ROIHI'AEUI‘II; nr, The Brandi-«l llrowa.
177 Nohb Nix-k oi’Nevadat or. The Sin-mu Srnrnpn.
181 11'Ilil ‘rltnk the Iiuvlmhln Bravo; or. limly Lily's Love.
236 Apollo IIIII, the Trail Tornado: or, Rowdy Kale.
240 (‘yeloue Kit. the Young (Ilflillfltuvi or, The. Looked Valley.
278 Jumbo Joey the Hay Putrnl: or. The Rival Hem.
880 Little “Ink-Shot; or, The [land Face of Dsggersvllls.
85K Fir-LC an Fred. ihe Gent trnm Gopher.
8?” NBDOI’I Ned i or, The Svl'ret olslnli Citv.
88. (‘ool “It. the King :l Kids; or, A \‘lllain's Vengeance.
Halta Fe Hal, the Slasher; or. A Son'i Vengeance.
“0 Healakiu Sam. the Sparkler: or The Tribunal uf Ten.
913 K“ Kt‘ltll. i e llm'evvnr Spotter.
922 Sol Sharpe. the New York NIght-llawk.
943 Did Ila) need Among Hunt-o Men.
1001 IIanty, the Den\er llootblaek.

IIY J. C. (‘(I\VDRICK.

490 Broadway Billy. the Bootblurk Bravo.

614 Broadway IIIlly‘n Boodle; or.Cleuing sStrnn‘e Cm

"roadway IIIIIy's ‘lIIIlILIIty."

557 Broadway liilly's Death Inn-ket-

Broadway IIIIIy’u Hurprine I'arty.

' "roadway lillly; or,'l'hr Boy Detective’slilglnnlng.

Iiroadway IIIIIy’n Dead Aet: or, The League 0| Sewn

Iiroad way Dilly Abroad: or, The Boothlnck ln Friuo.

075 Ilroad way Dilly“: lien-t: or,Bentlng Ssn Francisco-Fluent.

6H7 "roadway IIIIIy In ('lover.

"roadway illy In Texan; or, The River Rustlers.

Broadway liilly’u IIrand.

"roadway Dilly at Santa Fe: onThe Clever Dani.

720 Broadway Dilly'n I'ull llandt or, The Guuiu Detective.

785 Broad“ ay Iillly’u liuslneml.

785‘ Broadway Iiilly‘u (‘urloull Case.

Broadway Iiilly Ill Denver.

Iroadway IIIIIy'u Bargain: or. The Three Detective.

7 9 {roadway Dilly, IlW Retrivwr Detective.

Iroadwuy Iiilly’n Hhadow Chase.

Broadway IIIIly’A Ileaglenx or, The Trio‘s Quest.

{roadway IIIlIy’s Team: or, The Combine's Big Pull.

iroadway IIIIIy'n Brigade: or. The Dead All".

Broadway Billy‘s Queer Bequest.

{roadway IIIlly IIaIIIed.

Iroadway Itilly‘n flifnal Scoop.

{roadway lliily‘u 11' pe Dut.

{roadway Dilly’n Dank Racket.

“roadway liilly‘n liluif.

Broadway I‘mly Amon‘f Jerney Thugs.

{roadway Iiiily’n Ilal .

Iroadwny IlIIIy‘u Big Room.

Iroadway liilly‘n Dig IIul e.

{roadway Bill)": 0100 0 0 Fn-p.

Iroadway IIIIIy'I Illin : or, Thu Bootblsch swuny.

Iroadway Billy in London.

{roadway Billy shadows Londou Slums.

Broadway Iliily’n From-h Game.

Broadway Billy and the Bomb-Throwers.

.00 Silver-Mask, the Man oi Mystery; or. The Golden Rays.

809 aha-ta, the Gold King; or, For Seven Yssn Dead.

4.0 The Detective'n A {prentieet or, A Boy Without . Nuns.
Cibuta Join: or, ed—Hot Times st Ants Bar.

‘80 Handy Rana. tho Strut Scout.

407 DIM-o Dan. the Dslsy Dude.

500 Iledli Ilir Ilalph the Prince of the Road.

534 The .nglneer Detective; or, dellght Rslph’s leu

548 Mart, the Night Ex rm Detective.

Air-Line Luke t a Young Engineer; or The Doubls Case

59. The Boy Pinkerton; or. Running the ltucals Out.

015 Fighting llarr the Chief of Chsinad Cyclone.

640 Ilarebaek IIet , the Centaur of the Circle.

047 Typewriter Tilly, tho Merrhnnt's Ward.

059 ‘loonlight Morgan tho " Pileth ” Man of Ants Bu.

8H7 Battery Iiob. the Dock Detective.

894 Arizona Diek‘s “i e-Dut.

900 Jumping Jaek'n ubilee.

906 Rarely Flam, the (‘yrls Sport.

018 ’ll‘rain lioy Tri-t's llot llustle,

'l‘ne 'l‘rlunp Dock-Bop

4 Big Boots- Bob, the ire-Laddle.

Kustler Ralph. the Boy Spotter.

0116 The I'll-Newsboy Deteetive’s Chain.

i'he Bowling Green Detective‘n Drop.

iowhoy' Charlie‘u Double.

The Bowery “' rentlerz or. The Butcher-Boy’s Butcher.

Paddy‘s ’l‘runlp (‘ardx or, Silvsr Sallie, the Girl Sport.

900 The “roadway Sport: or, Fiver Fred's Cissr CI...

“000 Reward: or, The RIan Rrportzn' Sink Scoop.

Iantaln Billy the Corker-Ferret.

’Iuekv Put. the Street-Boy Detective.

[Bicycle Boh’s Ilot lieoreh.

9 7 'Ieoreher Hall. the Detertlw on Wheels.

1004 Scorcher Ianl‘n Sweep-Stakes.

1000 The Girl C)('11st’l “'ilning Ila-d.

AY ARIZDNA CY.

1048 You Ret Bob iroln Cross Crick.
1088 You Bet Bob’s Circus.

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1042 Little Grit, il..- I'ony l-jxyurws llirlrr.

1040 IIuifalo IiIII'n I’ony I‘utrol.

1013 liuifulo "HP. '1‘: xan Team.

1007 linli‘alo IIIll‘n hare-Show.

1000 IIutI'an IiIII'I Deeoy IIovu.

90:» IIIIII’alo IIIII‘: Drop; or. lintml Shot Nsd . the Kmisns Kui.
it!“ Iiulfaio lilll'n Lam-o Throw eru.

931 Iiuifnlo IIIII‘u l'IgIItIII Five.

9” Iinti’alo Iiill‘n Iiilieh otl.

Ilufl’alo lilll'n Iiu-II Ride; v-r, Sure-Shot.thr lllgh-Flyer.
964 "umllu "up. no...“ ; or. The Arilona Crnrk Shot.
95h IIuli‘nlo Iiill‘n anep a-(‘hllI-e.

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94“ Iiuiinlo lilll‘n Snap-S lot z ‘r. “'llll Kid" Tu“ Tall)
942 IInti’aio Iilll‘n 'I'ough Tut-ale.

936 IIuiYulo Iilll'u IIo) Mun-oi: 0r. Joe Jsrvis' Hold-uh.
929 Iiuii'ulo lilll'n (‘ruek-uhot Paul.

050 IIuII’an lllll‘n lioy l’urd: "Y. Butterfly Bill."-

310 Iilnon IIIII. the l’rinre oi the Room.

222 "Iron IIIII'I ('Iue: or. (:rit, the Bravo Sport.

8" lll'FFALO Ill LL.

55 Deadly-Eye. the Unknown Scout. or, The Bandrd Brotherhood
0" "order Robin flood; or, The Prairie Rover.
158 Fancy Frank of Colorado: or, The 'l‘npper's Trust.
1020 'l he I'hnntslu Spy.

108‘ Kant-an king: or, The lied Right Hand]

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, II. S. A.

191 linimlo "luv. the Boy Rollo-hacker.
194 llulalo Bill‘s Iiet: it. it!» ‘v‘smblor Guide-

DY ('01.. l’lll‘IV'l‘ISS INGRAIIAVI.

1087 The Artidt Detet-the.

I031 The Gold \Yiteh‘r- hilado“ er.

1031 The Texan Iluutlern in i uha.

I027 The ('owhoy Raider. In (‘ulm

102:- The Flying \ unkee hr. 'l‘hr ‘ll’ean (MIAMI.

I028 The (on buy (‘Ian Ill ('n‘ n.

1010 The Iio' Ihrgler In Cuba. 7

9 2 New Yor Nut‘n Dro : hr, Ex-Frrrrtb‘xken'llold Gan.

New York Nut and t e 'I raltor Ferret.

920 New York Nat Trapped. .

New York Nal'n ’I hree of a kind.

New York Nal‘u Double.

002 New York Nat‘n In ('olorado.

896 New York Nat in Gold Nugget Camp.

880 New York Nnt’n Deadly Deal.

New York Nat's ("rook-Chane.

New York Nat‘u Trump ('nrd.

New York Nut and the (inn e Ghouls.

New York Nat'n Moulded Muss-0t.

New York Nat. [he (rnlnih Del-«live.

Dlek Dooln'n kidnapper KnoeL-Dut.

Diek Doom‘s 'I‘en htrlke.

Dlek Doom‘n Flu-h Ilund.

Dick Doom‘s Death-Grip: or.’l’he thwtiw lav Destiny.

77 Dlek Doom‘n Den-tin); or, 'I II!‘ erer Blarhleg's Terror.

7H4 Dlek Doom: or. the Sharp and Shari” hi New York.

This Divk Doom In Ito-lion: or, A .\lsu vi Many Muslin.

Diek Doom In ('hIl-ngo.

" Doom In the “lid “'eut. _ ‘

Diek Doom's ('lenn fin M1); "1'. H" Link-I in I (ll).-

rum DIeL‘ Doom’u- Death ('Iue.

Diek Dooln'n Diamond Deal.

N10 Diek Doom’n Girl Maseot.

R20 Diek Doom'n Finadow Hunt.

835 Dlek Doom’n Dig IInuI. _

749 Dun-IIan ( harlle: (~r.’i‘he KentuckyTrmlrrfr-ot'l FlrstTrsii.

756 Dar-hing (’hnrllr'n lien-tiny: "n'lhe “ent’llde'l (3-1”th

760 Dav-hing ('llnrlle’l I'aunee I'urd.

760 Dal-hing ('Irarlie, the Resrner.

‘97 IIuek Taylor, King oi the Cowboys:

Iiuek Taylor. the lunmnche si'n tire.

Huck Taylor... no .; . i,Tlu- h- kidcruotthc Rio Gnnde.
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Mitt Tom-Cat and I’ardt «mThe Desd Set at Silver City.
622 'l‘om-(‘at'n Triad: or. 'l'hr Atlnlr st 'lomhutono.
681 Tom Cat’s Terrible Tank: or, The (‘owho Detectivs
68% Tom-Cat’s Triumph or, lilka Don‘s Grrst ‘ombins.
546 Captain (‘aetusnhe haparrnl (och; or..iooh’u Ten Strike.
50” The Dandy of Dodge; or, Rmtlihg im' Millions.

570 The Silver Fport: or. Josh Pepporunnt's Jubiloe.
ESB'SaEroII Sol. the Man “'lth a Shadow

001 .1111 p ‘ Ilunn. thr Dutch Yidocq: or,lintTlmesst Round-Up
61 1 BIISad Barnacle. the Detective Hercules.

646 Cowho Gid. ihr Cattle—Range Detective.

057 Warhlfng “'iiiiavn the Mountain Mauntebsnh.

005 Jolly Jeremiah, the Plsins Detective.

67“ HI nal Dan, the Lookout Scout.

039 II “y the Gyps Spy: or, The Mute? 0! Two Lives.
099 Dimple Him, the grant-ho Banter: or. For lg Stshs.

712 The Henna-rill Fportt or. The Mystlflod Detoctivs.
788 Toltee Tom, the Mad Prospector. .

745 Kan-as Jim thr (‘rowCut Detective.

761 Marmaduke, the Mustang" Dekrtivs.

778 The Rustler or Rolling Stone.

7115 Lone "and Joe the Committee 0! One.

801 Kent Kirby. tin- High-Kldn iron: Killhock.

88. The Doctor Dete etlve in Texas.

"7. Two fihowmen Detectives In Colorado.

987 The Texan Firehrnndt or. Brun- Billy’s Snnpjhok

961 The Tramp's Trump-Trick.

NEW ISSUES.

1051 The lloy Herculen. By on Comma.

105$ Bud'an Bill In Din-guise. By Col. 1‘. lngrshsm.
1068 The Three Ipotters' Dead Mystery. By Wsrrlng.
1054 Instang Merle‘u Men-lieu Foe- By Mll- 5C0“. 3

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1044 The New York Sharp. By Ben  llslliday

1045 Mun-tang Merle‘s line. By MIJ- Sum 3- Scott.

1040 Gold I’Iulne, th. Boy Bandit,: or. Buflllo Blll,tho Pony
Express Kldsr. liy Col, Prentiss Ingraham.

1041’ Flyer Fred. the Cyclic-t Ferret. By Roy Itockwood,

1043 The F'treet Spotter-’Welrd llunt. By Waring,

1049 ueen Edna of the Panthers ‘Bv Wm.  Eymr.

1060 he Due-Ariel Sport. By 'r.c Hub“; .

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