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CHAPTER I.
A RESCUE up A TRICK.
WITH a few strides, Sam Buckley—Scorch-
er Sam—was upon the scene.
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“ (.‘h! Sir! Save me, save me from
them! ” cried the well-dressed young W0-
man whom two men were forcibly detain—
ing. “I do not know them! ”

" Who are you? ” the elder of the men
demanded. “ You had better go on about
your business—"

“ This is my business," said Sam, short-
I 1y. “What are—”
“ It is none of your business!
. young woman is my daughter,
mean to—"
1 “That is false—false! ” cried the lady.
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sir! ”
: “And she is my wife,” claimed the
other.

“ 0h, sir! He lies! ”

“Remove your hands, instantly, both
0f you," Scorcher Sam ordered in per-
emptive tone, and as he spoke he laid
a hand upon a shoulder of each of the
men with a grip that meant business.

The younger man did let go his hold,
but only to aim a blow at Sam’s face,
and the Scorcher was forced to act
promptly.

His left flst shot out straight from
the shoulder, taking the fellow squarely
between the eyes, and over he went like
a ninepin. In the same moment the
elder of the pair struck Sam a blow on
the shoulder, and, wheeling half around,
Sam gave him a dose with his right, and
down he went, like the other. The young
lady, thus released, ran swiftly away.

It was early evening. Sam was on his
 way, without his wheel, to keep an ap-
J.‘  pointment, when turning the corner into
' a quiet street, a muffled scream caught

his ear, and looking around he saw the
yscene described.
, With a few strides he was on the spot,
‘and proceeded to take a hand in the un-
equal contest.
, “ You shall smart for this! ” cried the
1.4, ' younger of the two men, as he essayed
 . ,to rise.
 ‘ “ You shall die for it!” grated the
other.
i “ You brought it all upon yourselves,”
Tetorted Sam, in his cool fashion. “ If
you had obeyed me I would have lis-
tened to both sides. You forced me to
defend myself.”

“And we’ll do it again,” hissed the
younger man, furiously.  See! She has
escaped us, now, and all your fault! ”

“Steady!” commanded Sam, putting
up his hands for business. “ If you try it
I will knock your two eyes into one the

r next crack. Here comes an officer; you

car tell yo"? troubles to him."

Several persons had now been drawn

 "to the scene, and a. policeman was run-
ning up. v

“ We’ll fix you out all right for your
smartness,” threatened the older man.

v “ What’s the matter here? " demanded
the oflicer, as he ran up;

“ This fellow has tried to rob us, that’s
what! ” cried one of the pair. “We de-
mand his arrest!‘{’ .

, “That's” so! Arrest him! ” supported
_ the other. - .
'  The policeman laid a. hand on Sam's
geoinr and drew his club.
~_,. ,f‘ What have you got to say about, it? ”
Tin-om the officer. *
 “I, ain’t go‘in' to resist, ,so don't hit
7 , , They’sztwo, ag’inst one; so What’s
’9 use? ” . v
"’ “Both men looked at Sam is surprise,
  _other., , ~
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“But is it so? "

“ I am goin’ to plead not guilty.”.

“ He doesn‘t look like a footpad, that
is true.” spoke the elder of the two. “ Is
it pessible that we were mistaken?"
turning to his companion.

“ Don’t see how we could be, when he
tackled us the way he did,” the other
averred.

“Did he strike you?” asked the oili-
(381‘.

“ Did he? Of course he did!”

“ Then you have got a good case
against him. Come on to the station with
n1e——”

“No, no; we haven't time for that,”
the elder of the pair hastened to inter-
rupt. “We can afford to let him go,
so long as we have come off whole—~"

“ That won’t do,” assumed the officer.
“You will have to come and make a
charge, or I'll have to take all of you
prisoners.”

“ But we have no time,” urged the
younger. “We have got to catch a boat,
and—”

“Then it would be too bad to detain
the gents, officer, don’t ye think it
would? ” asked Sam. “As long as they
don’t want. to press the charge, you
needn’t be kickin’.”

“ See here! You have got to come with
me, the lot of you,” declared the oflicer,

The two men were in a quandary.

They could not understand Sam’s sud-
den change of tactics, and evidently had
no desire to make the close acquaintance
of the police.

“No, no; we can’t do it,” they both
urged. “ It means a. big loss of money to
us, if we miss that boat. We don’t want
to resist you, officer,” the older of
the two added, “ but we have got to be
going.”

“We will not make any charge, any-
how,” avowed the younger.

“ Let ’em go; that will suit me just
as well,” said Sam. “ If they won’t make
any charge, what’s the use luggin’ them
to the station?”

" That’s right, young fellow,” asserted
the older man. “ We would like to shove
you for this, but time is money, so you
can thank your lucky stars that we can’t
appear against you for it.”

“ Well, if you don’t mean to make any
charge, of course there is no use my tak-
ing_ye in,” the officer said. “Don’t let
me see any more of it, though,” he added,
turning to Sam.

“Not likely that ye will, this evenln’."

The two men were edging away now.

The Scorcher Detective was satisfied of
one thing. that they were up to some sort
of rascality.

Now, however,. he had reason to think
otherwise.

“Come along with me,”lordered the
officer, pulling Sam by the arm. “ I want
to know more about you, my young gen-
tleman.”

“ 0h, certainly officer, certainly.

“ I am Sam Buckley, of the Bike Squad
v-Scorcher Sam, as they call me.”

“ The deuce!”

“I had an object in letting those fel-
lows go. I want to shadow them a little,
and this was about the'only way I could
get a chancevhto do it. See, here is my
badge; you don’t have to take my bare
word for it. Let them get a start, and
then I’ll go for them.” , '

Briefly Sam explained what had hap-
pened, and, satisfied as to who, he. was,
the oflicer let him’go. . '

The two. men were by that time far
enough awsy'afor, Sam's purpose, and he
set ont~,sfter_«thlém,: having made a hasty
change in his‘éappesrsn‘ce' while talking».
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CHAPTER II.
Tim sonicnim SHARPS. ,

The Scorcher had been on his way to
keep an appointment with Bessie Blake,
or “Bicycle Bess,” his girl ally and as—. ‘ '
sistant.

They had made an arrangement to at-
tend a popular roof garden that evening,
but now it looked as if that plan would
be spoiled.

“Too bad,” said Sam to himself, as
he walked along, “and I will have to send
word to Bess, somehow, if I find that I
cannot keep the appointment. She will
understand, when I tell her it is business,
but that don't make the disappointment
any the less." - .

The two men were walking at a brisk' '/
pace, and talking earnestly.

Feeling reasonably certain that his dis-
guise would not be penetrated, Sam .
gained upon them. "

If going to take a boat, they certainly
were not going in a direction to lead to it.

Sam got up reasonably close to them,
but, while he could hear their voices
plainly, he was not able to distinguish
what they said.

They were leading him in the very di- ’A '
rection he had intended going.

“If they will only go on and pass the
garden, and if Bess is waiting for me at.
the entrance, and I can catch her eye— .- ,
they turn the right way, anyhow.” $95

The elder of the shadowed pair was a if "
man well on in years, with rusty-gray
hair and whiskers and a nose remarkable
for its length and the hook it had.

He was clad like-a countryman, and ,
though well enough dressed there was an 
air of the country clinging to him. ‘ “ ..

The other was much younger, maybe 
thirty years of age, and the style and cut 
of his garments proclaimed him to be city
bred.

They
garden.

What was Sam’s surprise and gratifi-
cation when, on reaching there, the pair
turned in at the entrance and bought
tickets.

Here was a bit of luck, indeed!

Sam looked eagerly around for Bessie,
but she was not there, so he stepped aside
and waited for her.

While he waited he removed" his dis-
guise, so that she would readily recognize
him. '

In a few minutes she came tripping
along as chipper and sprightly as usual," ,
and at sight of Sam a smile lighted her» .
face. 1‘
" Right on time, I see,” she said. ‘ ..

“ Yes, by good luck: Wes afraid I "
would disappoint you.”

‘ ” That would not have been well' for
you, now I tell you.” r '-

“ I am mighty well aware of that, and
that was what troubled me. I would not
have missed meeting you for a good deal." ‘ ‘

“ What was going to upset our plans? ”.

“ A case.” , .

“Oh-ho! Well, I could have forgivena
you, in that event—that is to‘ say. I would
if You had invited me into it with you," a '

" Well, the case is still on, and I an
invite you into it with me,“ ,I have 
my men cornered 'on the roof, anduwef
must manage to get seats near_ them;
somehow.” I  -

“ Good enough! Maybe W9 0821500111}
bine business with pleasure.” - , ‘ .

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Sam-«system the place with his keen
, yes'looking for his suspects and quickly
discovered them.
" - Leading the way, he and Bess managed
to secure seats immediately belnnd them.

Some vaudeville business was going on
at the time on the stage, calling forth
applause, so the two men did not notice
the newcomers.

Both men were watching the stage, and
the elder seemed to be much interested.

As the performers retired, the younger
‘.I ' man turned to his companion, saying:
$2.1 " ‘ “Well, Whitledge, made up your
* - mind? ”

“I told you what I would do.”

They spoke in low tones, but keen and
-  . attentive ears caught their words.

 ’ “ And I told you you would have to do
more than that. You have got to put
the girl into my hands again.”

‘ ~ “ I tell you I can’t do it.”

. ,‘ “ You have got to.”

” “Be reasonable, Parmer. I have got
myself in trouble, as it is, for she will
know that I had a hand in it.”

“ That is just it; now that you are in
the puddle with one leg you might just

as well jump in and go the whole thing.
It can be done if you will aid me."

“ Haven’t I done all I agreed to do? ”

“ Well, yes, but no one thought it
would turn out like this. Confound that
fellow who interfered! "

“ That’s what I say, too; confound
him! Only for him you would have had
the girl and I would have had my papers.
While, asit is—”

“ As it is, I still hold the papers, Albert
Whitledge, and unleSs you come to my
terms I will push you to the wall. I give
you fair warning. I mean what I say.”

“You mean to ruin me?”

“No, you seem more inclined to ruin
‘yourself. Do my bidding and you will
come out of it whole.”

“What is your plan?"

“ Well, as you have now played the
girl false of course she will take no fur-
ther stock in any tale you tell her."

“ That’s Just it; I can't exert a‘cent’s
worth of Influence over her now. What‘s
more, it will be strange if she don’t make
it hot for me when she gets home." '

“ I don't believe she can do it."

“ Why not? ”

" Because of your high and honor-
able standing there. You can turn the
tables upon her and say that she is will-
Iul and that you were only exercising
your authority as Lzer guardian.”

“ All that is easy to say, but—"‘

“ No but about it. You can run things
to suit yourself up there at Podunk-
ville. You are a veritable Poo-bah in
your town.”

“ Well, well; no. matter about that.

What is your scheme? ”
_ “ It is this: .Since we cannot use your
H good name again, with eifect, we must
use the name of that lover of hers, John
Lineman, hang him! "

"Ha! That is a thought.”

" And a good One, too. If she gets a
= call from him she will obey it, not a

doubt of it.” v ’
, 1 . “ Not a doubt at all. Now that is some
 thin' worth considering, my boy. Maybe
.- it is not all up in smoke, after all. If
"*fI‘oan bring it about I'll do it.”

   
  
  
  
  
  
   
  
  
  
   

 

 

    
   
  
  
   
   
   
  
  
  
   
  
  
   
  
  
   
  
  
  
  
   
   
 

     
         
  
 
   
        
  
  

   

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’“ Yes, for consideration. The hour that
.- marry Estelle Whitledge you are
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CHAPTER III.
AN ARREST.

The Scorcher and his aide gave each
other a significant glance.

It had been Sam's idea from the first
that the young woman he had rescued
was the victim of some scheme of no
small magnitude.

Touching Bess on the arm, they rose
and walked to another part of the gar--
den, where there were tables for re—
freshments.

Here they sat down, and Sam called for
soda-ices.

“Now, what do you think of that?”
he asked.

“ You have started game, sure enough."

“ And now 1 will tell you the first act,
which you missed."

Briefly he related what had tranSpired.

“ Sam, we must balk their plans,” said
Bessie, with determination.

“ Of course we must, but just now we
have got hold of the thing in the middle,
you see."

“Which is a good place for a strong
grip, usually. What is the programme,
think you? ”

“I think I will follow these gentle-
men further, and make the acquaint:
ance of one or both of them."

“ Which leaves me out in the cold."

“ If you could find the young woman
and warn her of her danger, or get on
to her side of the case—that would be a
lift.”

“Just so. They mentioned Podunk-
ville. Do you suppose that she will re-
turn there at once? ”

“Wasn’t that the drift of what we
heard? ”

“ I guess you are right. What say you,
Sam, to my going out there to-night? ”

“ Not to-night; to-morrow will be time
enough. Then I will know where to
reach you.”

“Hist! Look there, Sam!
Bogle.”

“The mischief! ”

Scorcher Sam looked, and his hand
went to his pocket.

Here was a man for whom he had been
looking for days, a badly wanted man,
and now was his opportunity.

“ Take care of yourself, little one! ”
he said to Bess. “This is a'chance that
must not be missed. Look out for your-
:(ilf if there is a scrimmage in landing

111-}!

Sam arose and took a pair of hand-
cuffs from his pocket, using care not to
draw attention.

With these in hand, partly concealed
by his sleeve, he sauntered over to where
stood the wanted man.

Bogle was a big fellow, of powerful
build, and it looked as if Sam would
have the scrimmage he anticipated. But
the detective was sure of his game. He
had never yet seen the crock he hesi-
tated to arrest, and did not hesitate now.

Approaching the fellow he laid a hand
on his shoulder.

“I want you! ” in low tone. Sam was
willing to give the man a chance of go-
ing quietly if he would take it.

“ You want me? What do you want
with me?" , ‘

“ A word with you in private”,

" But I don't know you, sir.” I

“ I know you; so come with me."

“ Who are you—whom do you take me
to be? Remove your hand from my shoul-
der instantly! "

“ You are Phil Bogle-"

5' You are a liar! " w, _ ‘

The latter wasloud enough to draw
general attention, and men leaped to
their feet in'every direction. ’ 7* 7
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from his shoulder, and now stood on the
defensive, but Sam did not desist.

“ I say you are Phil Bogle, and you are
my prisoner! ” and again he clapped his
hand on the man‘s shouider, and put
it there to stay.

Bogle instantly aimed a blow at the de-
tcctiv~;'s face, but with his left arm Sam
parried it, at the same time jerking the
man hall around with his right; then
dropping his hold of the shoulder he
caught one of Bogle‘s wrists with a quick
motion and snapped one ring of the
handcuffs to it, the other being fast
around his own. In his other hand was a
pistol.

“ I am a police officer! ” he announced.
“This man is my prisoner! ”

“You shall not take me! This is all a
mistake—an outrage! i call on any one
here who happens to know me to speak up
and say who I am.”

He had started to struggle, but the
steel on his bare wrist did not feel pleas-
ant, and the proximity of the pistol was
evidently less so, so he for the moment
subsided. '

“ What is your name? ” was asked.

“ My name is Howard Newman.”

“ I know that man! ” .

The Scorcher looked, and to his.—
prise he saw the fellow Parmer, one of
the two with whom he had had the melee
on the street, pushing his way to the
front.

" Am I not Howard Newman?”
manded the prisoner.

It was a clever way of making known
the name he had already mentioned.

“ Of course you are Howard Newman,
a respectable merchant. What infernal
blockhead business is this? Officer, you
are mistaken! ”

“ No mistake about it,” from Sam.
“Gentlemen, make room, if you please.”

“ But I know the man," insisted Par-
mer.

“Yes, and I know you, Mr. Parmer,
rejoined Sam, “and you had better say
little or you may get into trouble your-
self."

At mention of his name the fellow
paled.

The managers of the place now made
their appearance.

One of these demanded to see Sam’s
badge, and it being shown he was, given
assistance in removing his prisoner from
the place and quiet was speedily re-
stored.

Bicycle Bess had been close at hand,
and her face flushed proudly as she saw
Sam carry off his burly prisoner. . ‘

‘ When he had gone she gave her at:
tention to the man who had attempted to
interfere.

Whitledge had now joined him. »

“ What is it all about, Elbridge?” he
inquired.

“A big mistake, that's what it is,”-
stormed Parmer. “If that fellow don’t
lose his position for this night's work, I
miss my guess."

“Then you know him?"

“ Know him? or course I know‘.him.‘
One of the most reputable merchants in
town." ‘ 2

Nevertheless, after what the oil'tcer had ‘ I
said in the hearing of all Mr. Partner
showed an inclination to cut 
stay and Mr. Whitledge followed 'hifi‘a‘ A

Bicycle Bess had put downhe‘rveii ii ’
followed them out, being able to
the same elevator car with them”, “‘f 3 .
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“Then I will put you on your car and
take leave of you, for I have an important
matter of business to attend t0--S!_)n’le~
thing that had‘nearly slipped my mind."

“ S have I,” thought Bicycle Bess, now
well assured that Farmer and Boglc were
well known to each other.

She believed that the " business” Par—
mer had on hand was something in con-
nection with the arrest, and so she meant
to keep him in sight awhile.

“Well. if that’s the case, of course I
won’t trouble you with my company any
longer," said Whitledge.

“ When do you go home? ”

“To-morrow morning, of course.”

“ Well, remember our agreement. I
wil send the telegram so that it will
reach there before :he train leaves—-say
about 10 o'clock—and the party will no
doubt come right out.”

“Not a doubt of it, I guess. I will fol—
low along on the next train and we‘ll
finish up our little business.”

" Yes, that’s right.”

CHAPTER IV.

A rmsoxnn NOT A PRISONER.
Meantime the Scorcher was hurrying
his isoner away to the nearest station,
q’uQelated over his success, for Bogle
was nown as a desperate character.

There was a big price on his head, and a
' you? ”

there was a good pr‘ospoct of twenty
years’ imprisonment ahead of him.

“ You will regret this before you are
much older, my fine fellow,” growled the
prisoner. .,

. “ Don’t know why I should,” answered
Sam. “You are wanted, and it was my
business to take you if I could."

“ All the same you will regret it. You
may think you have done a big thing, but
you’ll see.”

“Well, that remains to be seen.”

The prisoner muttered something under
his breath.

Sam was taking a risk in conducting
his man to the.stati'in alone and single~

handed. :
. As he was armed, however, and had the

 a 'man ironed to his wrist, he had never a

v thought but that he would accomplish it
all right. , r
, He was just turning the corner nearest
 the station, when three men sprang upon
him.
 The Scorcher’s pistol came out like a
3:: flash, but he was not soon enough. for
, strong hands seize-:1 his arm and modem d
“him powerless to use it.
 At the same time. he received a blow on
" the'side of his head that made him reel,
even before he had a cnunce to cry out
“for: help. and a hand was clasped over
his mouth.
' While this was being accomplished by
tme the men, the third was busy at the
handcuffs.
He had a tool of some kind in hand.
1 cent! of which he was inserting min
t a link that acid the .wo parts of the
darbies ” together.
:‘fl’hat was quickly done: he gave two or
three turns with the instrument, there
 an. sharp snap. and Phil Bogle was

 of, the}. handcuffs was left on

"Lot eachr. ~ .

,’ Have ye got him, Turk?" asked one
I e tv’vowho were holding Sam. 1

‘urIswoct life I have: vLay that

.z’ljdwy’Wmd. and m'fl, sit out.

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“And you bet he will, too.”

One of the rascals now dealt Sam an-
other blow on the head, and the detective
reeled and fell to the sidewalk. Then
the men all ran away, eacn in a differ-
ent direction, just as the attention of
passersby was being attracted.

No “cop” was in sight.

A man stopped where Sum lay and bent
over him. Others were soon on the scene,
among them two policemen, by whom
Sam was taken up and borne to the sta-
tion.

The scoundrels had made good their
escape, there was not a witness to be
found—witnesses are hard to secure
where the law is such that the witness
fares worse than the culprit—and the
whole matter was a mystery to the police
at the station.

In a little while, however, the Scorcher
came to his senses.

At first he was a little dazed, but all
soon came back to him and he inquired:

“ Did he get away? ”

“Who get away? " asked the sergeant.

“ Phil Bogle. I had him dead to rights,
and almost here."

“Whew! You don’t mean to say you
had Bogle, the forger? "

“ That’s what I do mean to say."

“Too bad you couldn‘t have landed
him then. But who took him away from

"That’s what I don’t know. There
were three of them, and they went for
me before I had a chance to get in a
shot.” ’

“Must have seen you make the arrest,
no doubt.”

“Yes, or else were near at hand and
some pal of Bogle’s got the word to
them.”

“And you
them? ”

“I heard one called Reddy, and as he
was a big fellow, I took him to be Reddy
the “Turk.”

“Ha! We'll look him up immediately,
and if we get hold of him we will make
him tell who the others were or know
the reason. But here! You. must have
that head bandaged.”

Sam was bleeding freely, and a. surgeon
was summoned.

It was an hour before Sam left the sta-
tion, and he wore a plaster on his scalp
just over his right eye.

He went home at once, where he re-
moved his blood—stained clothes and took
a bath, and by that time he was about
recovered from the effects of his rough
usage. _ __

He was running the‘matter over in his
mind, while thus employed. He recalled
the fact that Elbridge Partner had been
quick to speak up for Bogleat the time
of the arrest. , ' ‘

That the two men were known to each
other was apparent. Then, if it was Red—
dy the “ Turk ” who had rescued the pris-
oner, perhaps Farmer was the one who
had posted him. If so, Parmer must’bc
one of a clique of the worst rascals in all
New York. ‘

Begle had been wanted for a long time,

didn‘t recognize one of

Reddy the "Turk" likewise, "andtboth

had’been in hiding until just now.

After this adventure they would no
doubt be doubly wary about Chewinz
themselves. ‘ I; . .

Scorcher Sam’s mind went harm the
young woman he had rescued thatgevon-
ing. - ‘ ‘ ‘ - . t _

There was his clew! '

The Searcher quickly donned, his wheel-
ing attire, lighted the lamp ethic, bionic,
and left the house and. rode quickly to

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Standing his wheelat the curb, he :8.
up the steps and rang the bell. The doc
,was quickly opened, for the servant knew‘
him. It was not the first time by many
that he had called there.

“ Is Miss Blake in? ” he asked her.

“I will see, sir.”

She was gone but a minute.

“ No, sir; she is not in her room.”

“ Has she been in since eight o’clock? "

“ No, sir; not that I know of."

Then she had not been home since he
had seen her, and Sam paused a moment
to think.

She had spoken about going out to
Podunkville that night and perhaps she
had started for there straight from the
roof garden.

But she had intended taking her wheel.

“ Will you see if her bicycle is in the
house? ” Sam requested.

“Yes, it is, sir; I saw it in her
just now, sir.” .. .
“Ah! then she will return home. Can
youogive her a verbal message for me, my

gir . ”

“Yes, sir; certainly.” '

“ Tell her that I start for Podunkville
at once. Tell her I desire nothingto be-
put in Miss Whitledge’s way—remember
the name. She will understand what I
mean.”

“ All right, sir."

Sam mounted and rode in the direction
of the ferry. There he learned that the
last train out for Podunkville would leave
in about an hour. ‘ -

Securing his ticket and a time table, he-
crossed the ferITY, and was studying the
time table when a light hand was laid on.
his shoulder. ’

Looking around quickly, he exclaimed:

“Bess!” ' ‘

She smiled as she answered:

“ Always on hand, you see, Sam. "
Thought I would go out with you and
see you through.” ' ,

.She was in her nobby bicycle attire
and had her wheel, proof that she had
been home and had thus received his
message. ,

“And glad to have you. In fact, if, I,
could have found you I believe I would
have asked you to go out alone and get
onto the game for me. You could -‘teleé' ‘,
graph." >.

“ You want me to do that? ” a

“I see it would disappoint you. No,
we will go together, and enjoy the run
in in the morning, if time and circum-
stances permit.” ' 

“That is better—a good deal. We will . '
get out there in time to get rooms at the
hotel, no doubt. But, what’s the reason,
you don’t want Miss Whitledge warned? ’f,

“I have got to use her as a decoy 
get on track of Bogle—" ”

“ Bogle! ” v ~

" He got away from me.1’ .

“0h. Sam!” ' 1' ' x,

“ That is to say, he was taken away '
from me. See that neat plaster there on; 
my head?” ‘ —'. 

He told her all the circumstances. and 
her chagrin was almost/austeaf: as his...
own had been, to think that their man"
had escaped. . . ’  :

They talked on, while they. waited fo
the train, and wnile'they Wére thus 9 we
gagcd one of two men pointed them. cc;
Blyly to his companion, who gave
thing of a starton seeing  '
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These men got: quickly
until the train was an  ,
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CHAPTER V.
nnss PLAYS A LONE HAND.

Wh an Bess and Sam parted at the roof
garden, Sam to take his prisoner to the
station, Bess set out to “ pipe ” Elbridge
Parmer, as shown.

On leaving the elevator when it reached
the ground, Parmer hurried Mr. \Vhit-
ledge to a car, and taking hasty leave of
him, hastened off in another direction.

Bess found no difficulty in keeping pace
with him.

He (lid not turn around, having no sus—
picion that he was shadowed.

Continuing for several blocks, he was
ere long in a part of the town none too
reputable.

Here he entered a saloon.

Bess, of course, did not care to follow
into such a place.

She waited a considerable time on the
opposite side of the street, but Parmer re—
mained so long that she at last grew
weary of waiting and decided to give
it up.

She was about turning away to retrace
her steps and go home, when two men
blocked her way.

“Don’t be in a hurry,”
them.

“It won’t take you
awhile,” leered the other.

Bess drew herself up with dignity, and
her hand sought her pocket for her little
protector.

“Step aside and let me pass at once! ”
she calmly ordered.

Instead of doing that, they laughed in
her face.

“Come off! ” sneered the one who had
spoken first. “ Mebby Ye think we don’t
know ye?”

“You certainly do not know me. I bid
you get out of my way, you ruflians! ”

“Ha, ha! How is that for names,
Ben? ”

“ Ruther rough on us, Wood, that‘s the
fact, but we don’t keer fer that, do we?”

“‘ You bet! ”

"‘ Are you going to let me pass?”

Bess now spoke loudly, and in a way
‘that meant business.

'She had cast a quick glance in both di-
rections, and seeing no one, knew that
she would have to defend herself.

“ Hang it, but you are spunky!” cried
the one called Wood. “Give us a kiss
apiece, and we’ll call it even and let ye
go on; hey, Ben? ”

“ That's what we will.”

“ I will give you this if you don’t get
out of my way instantly! ”

She flashed her pistol from her dress
pocket, and taking a step backward as
she did so, leveled it at them.

“ Ginger fizz! " cried the one called
Wood. “Loaded!”

“ Mind your eye! ” exclaimed Ben,
dodging. “ Put that thing up, gal! ”

“ Get out of the way and let me pass,
or I will use it and use it to a purpose.”

They saw that she meant it, and both
leaped back.

Bess darted between them, and was
quickly out of their reach.

She had not neglected to look back
over her shoulder, however, to see if
they pursued, and finding they did not,
she slackened her pace to a walk.

The two fellows stood gazing after her
for a moment, and then with shakes of
the head went on, crossed the street, and
entered the saloon.

Seeing this, Bess stopped.

.An idea had popped into her head on
the instant.

She retraced her steps, and approached
the entrance to the place.

Nothing could be seen of the interior
by means of the windows, and double

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swinging doors likewise shut off the view
in that direction.

There was nothing for her to do but
push the doors ajar and peer in between
them, if she wanted to see.

Slipping quickly through the first
doors, she pressed the second pair slight-
ly open and looked in.

Fortune favored her. Almost the first
man she caught sight of was Elbridge
Parmer, and at the same table with him
were the two men who had just given
her such an unpleasant encounter.

’Jhat was all She wanted, and she
turned quickly to slip out again, when
the doors were pushed suddenly open,
one of them striking her.

“Ha! Beg pardon!”
quickly.

Bess bowed and would have hastened
away, out the man stepped out as quick-
ly and was at her side.

“What were you doing there?” he
asluu her.

“I—I was looking for my husband,
sir,” she fibbed to him, In order to get
rid of him as quickly as possible.

She glanced at him as she spoke, and
found that he was a young man, mayhap
thirty years of age, certainly no more,
and that he was of rather prepossessing‘
appearance.

Bess had her veil over her face.

“ Shall I inquire for him for you? ” the
young man asked, stopping and at the
same time lifting his hat.

This act of courtesy somewhat took
Bess by surprise, for she had not ex—
pected it.

She hated to cheat the young fellow,
but here was a chance to get rid of his
company easily.

“Would you be so kind? ” she asked.

“I will do it with pleasure,” he as—
sured her. “ What is your husband’s
name? ”

A name had to he invented instantly,
but Bicycle Bess was equal to such an
emergency as that.

“Ask for George Barret,” she said.

“I will do so.”

The stranger hastened away, and the
moment he disappeared Bess ran off and
was around the corner in a moment.

She made no stop, but went straight
home, where she received the message
left for her by Sam.

All of which she had explained as they
waited for the starting of the train.

When they had taken their seats in the
car, two men in the seat just ahead of
them opened a conversation.

“ So you are going out home, John? ”
one queried.

“Yes, my mother is not very well, and
I thought I would run out and see her.”

“Don’t see how the city editor could
let you off. I have heard it is one of the
hardest things in the world for one of
you fellows to get away for a night."

“So it is, but somehow I have got a
cinch with the old man, and can pull his
leg a little if I don’t pull too hard or too
often.”

“I suppose you had to do an assign-
ment before he would let you go.”

“ Yes, but it was a dead easy one.
There was a kniflng affray in a saloon
on —— street, and he sent me to do that.
Had my story done and time to prepare
before the train left.”

“I thought it funny if he would let
you off without a story first.”

“ I‘ had a rather strange experience to-
night in conection with that saloon af-
fair.”

lt  7’

“Yes. Just as I was hurrying out, I
ran plump into a woman who had been
peering in slyly between the swinging

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doors. Thinking possibly 1 had at. the
same time run into another item for my
story, I spoke to her. She tried to avoid
me, but I stepped out with her and asked
her what she had been doing there. She
said she was looking for her husband,
and I offered to go back and inquire for
him for her. You see, I knew by her voice
and Inanner she was no common person.
She gave me his name; 1 went back,
no such man was ever heard of in the

saloon; returned for the woman and
found her gone! What do you think of
that? ”

“Why, I think she found an easy way
of giving you an ice—cold shake.”

Bess had glanced at Sam during the re-
cital, giving him a smile and a nod in
the direction of the two men.

“Well, I am inclined to think so my-
self; but do you know that little inci-
dent has been in my mind ever since. I
can't seem to get away from it.”

“Maybe the woman was young and
good—looking? ”

“ As to that I can’t say, for she wore a.
veil.”

“Big thing for a romance, Lineman;
mysterious woman, mysterious mission,

, and a north-pole cut to a meddling quid—

m;nc. Go in and do it.”

At mention of the name Lineman, Bess
and Sam glanced at each other.

Could it be that this was the man
whose name had been mentioned between
Albert VVhitledge and Elbri-ige Parmer
as the lover of Miss Whitledge.’

Be that as it might, Bess had to smile
at the remarks of the young man’s com-
panion, and she and Scorcher Sam en-
tered into conversation in lower tones,
still giving some attention to what was
being said.

Further back in the same car, were
the two men we have mentioned as
having kept out of sight of Scorcher
Sam, after sighting him.

They had their hats pulled well down,
and were sitting low in their seats. They
were none other than two of the trio
who had set upon Bicycle Sam at the
time his prisoner was taken away from.
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CHAPTER VI.

THE CRY IN THE DARK.

Meanwhile the train went speeding on
its way through the night, past ham-
lets, and through towns, but, at last Po—
dunkville was called out, and a number
of passengers rose to their feet to get
off the train, but not the two 'men we
have just mentioned.

They kept their seats until the train
was starting on, when they ran out and
dropped off on the side of the track op~
posite the station platform.

When the last car of the train had
passed, they were not to be seen.

The Scorcher and Bicycle Bess had
risen to their feet at the mention of the
station and advanced to the door.

Sam wanted to get out as quickly as
possible (in order to look after their
wheels, and while they stood there at the
door waiting for the train to stop Sam
got something of a surprise.

A young woman appeared at the door
of the other car, facing him—the young
woman whom he had befriended early
that evening!

She gave a start of recognition at once.

It was Miss Whitledge, and as the train
slackened speed and drew to a stop and '
they ventured out upon the car platforms,
she said:

“ I believe that I am not mistaken, sit,

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dered me a great service early this even-
ing. If so, I want to thank you for it."

“ Pray do not mention it, Miss Whit-
ledge," said Sam. “ No one would fail to
respond to a lady's cry for help, I hope.”

“But, how did you know my name?"

she asked, bew1ldered.

“ Through the tWO gentlemen—"

“Gentlemen, indeed! But, of course!
How stupid of me."

The train had now stopped, and the
young woman noticed that Sam lent aid
to Bicycle Bess in alighting.

As Sam ran immediately forward to
the baggage ear, Miss Whitledge spoke to
her.

“Your husband, I presume?" she re—
marked.

“Well, not yet," said Bess naively.

They both smiled.

“He is very brave,” said Miss Whit-
ledge. "I am sure you have good rea-
son to feel proud of him."

“And I do, as I am sure you must of
Mr. Lineman.”

The young woman started and stared.

“Why—what———how,” she tried to say
something. “You must be acquainted,
here, surely.”

“No, I am not, but the fact is I have
come out here on purpose to see you—”

“ 0n purpose to see me? You surprise
me! What for?” ’

“ To warn you of a danger that threat-
ens you, and at the same time to aid you
in trapping those who would entrap
you.”.

The train was now going on, the other
passengers had left the platform, and Sam
was approaching with the wheels.

He stooped to light the lamps while the
young women were talking.

“I am more than amazed,” said Miss
Whitledge. “ I am dumfounded, and can-
not understand how you have come by so
much knowledge.”

“ It is my intention to tell you that I
was going to inquire for you at once, on
reaching here, and go immediately to
your house to see you.”

“ Then you did not know I was on the
train?”

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“ And what did you have to tell me? ”

" As I said, to warn you of a danger
that threatens you, and to ask the priv—
ilege of impersonating you to—morrow for
the purpose of entrapping your toes.”

“ Gracious! I cannot comprehend—”'

“ Pardon me," said Scorcher Sam, now
rising and touching his cap, " but we both
belong to the New York Police Bicycle
Squad, and having learned something of
this plot against you we are determined
to sift it, out and balk the rascally
schemes that (are being laid.” ,

The young woman could only look from

" one to the other in her great astonish-
ment.

“ My first idea,” Sam continued, " was
to let you go to the city unsuspecting to-
morrow, and by following you. rescue you
.and at the same time learn what I desire

' ' to know of your enemies.”
‘, “. But I have no intention of going to
the city to—morrow, sir."
‘ ~ .“,Not now, of course, but you will re-
‘oefie a telegram to-morrow purporting
 be trom‘John Lineman, summoning
'mnr‘totthe city in haste.”
" “And I wOuld go, of course, for he is
Wheat to me." '

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 {lithe string your enemies intend
, “junior: to entrap you." ‘

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littiust (what I» want to d3}?

“But what if it should be no decoy
message, but a real one, and really from
John~” '

“ By the way,” Bess interrupted, “John
Lineman is not in the city; he came out
here to—night in the same car we were
1n.”

“ \Vhat! John home?”

“Yes, he must have gone away imme-
diately.”

"‘ But tell me, pray, how you came by
so much knowledge concerning me and
all these matters? ”

“That will take a little time. If you
will permit Miss Blake to accompany you
home she will tell you all about it. I
will escort you to your residence, and
then seek the hotel for myself.”

“No, no; do not do that; both of you
come with me, far we have room and to
spare.”

“And shall we not leave our wheels
here?” Bess asked, turning to Sam.

“ Nothing of the kind,” Miss Whitledge
hastened to say. “My own is here in
the station, if you will wait a few min—
utes while I change my skirt and get it
out.”

Miss Whitledge hastened into the sta-
tion and spoke to the night man on duty,
who immediately ran a fine ladies’ wheel
out of his office and proceeded to light
its lamp while Miss Whitledge absented
herself to make the change she had men-
tioned.

“ How far is it out to Miss Whitledge’s
home? ” inquired Scorcher Sam.

“ About a mile, sir.” -

“Good road?”

“Fine, sir; right on the main pike.”

Just then the young lady herself re-
appeared. "

She had on a short skirt and leggings,
and a bag held by a strap from her shoul-
der spoke for the changed garments.

The trio led their wheels from the plat-
form to the road, where they mounted
and were away at once.

They had just entered a piece of woods,
when a cry was heard ahead.

They listened.

It was immediately repeated.

“If that is not a cry for help I am
greatly mistaken,” said Scorcher Sam.
“I must spin ahead and see what is the
matter.”

” Yes, go, by all means,” urged Bicycle
Bess.

“And we will try to keep pace with
him,” said Miss Whitledge.

“ As to keeping up with Scorcher Sam,
you can :no more do it than you can fly.
See where he is already, in proof."

The reflection at Sam's lamp was dance
ing along on the ground several rods in
advance of them, and was Speedin dis-
tancing them. -

“ You do not mean to say he is Scorcher
"Sam, the detective? ”

“ There is only one Scorcher Sam," as-
sured Bess. , -

“Then you must be Bicycle Bess? "

“ So I am called.”

“ I have seen your name once or twice
in connection with his. Really, I never
dreamed of this honor—but I wonder
what is the matter, and who it wa‘s
screamed? ” ,

The cry had been heard once more. v

“ Sam will soon find out."

"Ye~, for he must be nearly there, I
should think. Good heavens!”

Two quick, sharp flashes were seen,
immediately followed by the report of
two pistol shots. ' ‘ .

" Come! ” cried Bess, quickly. ‘“ We
may be needed there! ", and. Bess fairly
lran away from' Mr companion, in her
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CHAPTER VII.
COWARDLY ASSAULT.

The Scorcher had gone forward with.
ilmost the speed of an arrow from the.

ow.

He had an excellent lamp on his wheel,.
and having been over that road once be—
fore, he remembered this portion of it.

He knew that everything was clear be-
fore him, so far as the wheeling was con-
cerned, so he let out his speed, eager to
reach the scene of the struggle as quickly
as possible.

In the distant rays of his lamp he soon
caught his first glimpse of what was.
going on.

One man lay on the ground, half-cross--
wise of the road, and two more were run-
ning away from him with all the speed
of which their legs were capable.

“ Stop! ”

So Sam called out to them.

They heeded him not, however, but ran
the faster.

He was gaining upon them at every~

second and soon must overtake them.

“Stop, or I fire! ” .

And he did not tarry about firing,
either, but blazed away, the two shots
seen and heard by the young women.

Just then he came to the spot where
the man lay in the road and had to veer
out to pass around him, and when he had
done so the two men ahead were in the
act of taking to the woods.

They did not go together, but parted;
and one disappeared on one side of the
road and the other on the opposite.

Sam sent a couple more shots zipping
after them and stopped.

It would be useless for him to try to
follow either of them in the dark in an
unknown wood.

Besides, he was afraid his companion!
would run upon the man lying in the
road and perhaps receive injury.

Turning quickly, he ran back, at the
same time shouting:

“ Look out there in the road! "

It was lucky, perhaps, that he did 30,,

for Bicycle Bess was at that moment al-
most upon the man.
She applied the brake and stopped at

short notice, and immediately called out V W"

a warning to Miss Whitledge.
Scorcher Sam ran up to where the man
lay and stopped short with his brake.
By the time he dismounted Miss Whit-
ledge came up. '. ’

The light from Sam’s lamp was upon .

the man as he lay there unconscious.

“The man I told you about,” cried.

BOSS.

“ It is John Lineman! "

Leaning her wheel against that of Be”,  ,"

she knelt down beside her lover and lifts?
his head.  "

"on, is be dead?" she cried. 'f'i‘fen.

me he is not dead, sir! ” .
Sam had now disposed of his

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and he, too, stopped beside the unfor-

tunate man.

“ N0, he is not dead. Let m‘e see how
badly he is hurt, if I can." "'

Sam proceeded to do so, by the I
the bicycle lamps, and found that the
young man had received
blows on the head. -,

He could not discover, that he wasvih
any other way. injured. . I . 

“I think, he will come. tool! rims.
though this is likely to“ by his! up for;
time."hesaid. v ~‘ ' ’  “

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f‘Il‘jwill spin on down there and get
“him, and if he has got a wagon—"
 -"""Yes, yes, he has, sir. 0h, pray hasten.
7 How can I ever repay——— ”
f  “By. not mentioning it. But, you are
not afraid to remain here? You are

“ Yes, I am armed.
be all right.”
Scorcher Sam mounted his wheel and
was off at once, and the two ladies pUt
their wheels by the side of the road and
lifted the unconscious man up and laid
, him on the grassy bank.
“What if those two scoundrels should
3 return?” suggested Miss Whitledge.

“Don’t give yourself any uneasiness
about them,” answered Bess. “ I am
looking out for them, and it will not be
healthy for them if they do.”

And thus, while Bicycle Bess stood
guard Miss Whitledge rubbed her lover’s
hands and tried to bring him back to con-
sciousness.

In about a quarter of an hour a light
was seen afar down the road.

“They are coming,” said Bess.

You go on; we’ll

 A» The light flickered and danced and

gradually drew nearer, and after awhile
the sound of a horse and wagon reached
their ears.
The vehicle was coming at speed, and
at length it arrived and came to a stop.
Scorcher Sam was just ahead with. his
bicycle.

“How is my boy?” asked Mr. Line—

" man.

“ He is just the same, sir,” said Bess.

“Then it looks serious indeed," said
Sam. “ We had better, have a. doctor
here as soon as possible.”

“ And the nearest one is in the village.”

” Very well, I will help you place your
son in the wagon and then ride to the
village with haste and bring him out."

“If you only will.”

He'had now alighted and he advanced

' . g to where his son lay.

“ Poor boy, poor boy,” he said. “God
: grant that you may live, for it would kill
- your poor mother." _ '
- ,Tend‘erly they laid" him in the wagon,
and Mr. Lineman turned and set out for
:home, Bicycle Bess and Miss Whitledge
' following on their wheels,"while Scorcher
Sam went spinning away in the opposite
< direction. '
 When Sam returned with the doctor«
 also a. wheelman—A—John Lineman had re-
« gained consciousness. He had no recol-
lection further than that he had been at-
tacked and that,,he had called for help.
He could not telhwho his assailants were.
The doctor made an examination, as
soon as the injured young man had been
‘put into bed, and found that there was
“no fracture of the skull. His hat had
probably saved his life.
j The hour was very late when Miss
Whitledge and her two guests reached
the-farmer’s home.
3,..The house was closed and dark, of
hoarse.
1”Miss Whltledge roused the servants and
beam! her guests were soon admitted.

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breast brougbt‘mm to, 'a dead stop.

“ I have been thinking that maybe the
fellows who laid John Lineman out fol—
lowed him here from the city. And in
that case I may overtake them on my
way in, for they will avoid the railroad
and yet will want to get back as soon as
possible.”

“ And what about him?”

“There is another point. If these fel—
lows came here from the city and came
on purpose to do John Lineman up, it
may be possible that no message will
come for Miss Whitledge to-morrow.”

“ That would imply that Elbridge Par-
mer has had a hand in the matter,” said
Miss Whitledge quickly.

“Yes, that is what I mean.”

“And there was opportunity,” said
Bess. “You know, Sam, he went back
to the saloon for me, as I told you, and
Farmer and those other two were there
at that time.”

Miss Whitledge was looking at Bess
wonderingly. ‘

“ I will tell you all about it presently,”
Bess said to her.

“That is my suspicion,” said Sam.
“And if he was the author of it, per-
haps those two men were his tools, and
if I can run across them before they get
back to the city I will know that my sus-
picion is correct.”

“That’s so, that’s so. But, I ought to
return with you, Sam. They will be two
to one.”

“You could not stand' it, Bess. You
need rest. Besides, if that is a wrong
guess, you will be needed here to play
your role as Miss Whitledge to-morrow,
you know.”

“Yes, that is true.”

“ It will take me about three hours to
run in to the city,” said Sam. “ If I meet
with no misadventure, I will go home
and go to bed, and will wait there to
hear from you by telegraph in the morn-
ing. Telegraph anyhow, and if the
scheme is carried on, give me the place
of meeting."

There Was some further talk, and then
Sam took leave and set forth upon his
long ride, while Bicycle Bess and Miss
Whitledge entered upon a confidential
chat. «

CHAPTER VIII.

A CLOSE SHAVE AND A HOT FIGHT.

Any road that Scorcher Sam had been
over once he knew pretty well.

Hence, he was not uncertain of his way
when he Set out from the Whitledge
homestead for his night spin'of thirty
miles.

The night was clear and bright, al-
though there was no moon, and the lamp
on his wheel was all sufficient for his
guidance as he speeded swiftly along
over the smooth macadam.

For the first hour of his journey noth-
ing happened at all worthy of mention.

But soon after something did.

Sam was going down a gentle slope,
and as the surface was excellent he was
going at a good speed, when of a sud-
den he caught sight of something that
looked like a string stretched across the
road.

01 course, he was almost upon
when the discovery was made.

Constantly peering ahead through the
gloom as he rode along, smaller objects
than even that did not escape his notice.

If ever he had need of a brake it was
No sooner the obstruction seen,
thpn the brake was applied and his speed
checked. , - ,

new“ almost stopped when the cord,
for 'suchvi‘t  caught him across the

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At the same instant two men leaped
out at him. w

One of these came from each side of
the road, and they were almost upon
him before Sam was safely on his feet.

" Hand out yer money! ” cried one of
them.

Sam’s fist came in contact with his‘
month about as soon as the words had
been uttered, and down he went.

The other was upon Sam in the same
instant, and grappled with him.

“Ye had better give in,” the fellow
snarled.

“You think I had, eh?"

Before he hardly knew what had hap—
pened Sam had whirled him over his

shoulder and he came down on the bar
road with a thud. '
The other man was up again, though,
and had a pistol in his grasp, as Sam
saw by the starlight that glinted on its
The bicycle lamp was

polished barrel.
out.

The machine, by the way, had fallen
and that had extinguished the light.

“Put up yer hands! ” that fellow sav-
agely ordered. “It is yer money or yer
life, an’ ye kin take yer choice! ”

“Don’t shoot!” gasped Sam, as if
alarmed at the prospect. “ I’ll shell out.
the little I've got.”

“ You better had, I tell you.”

“Kill him!" grated the man who was
on his back, as he tried to get up again.
“ Let him have it! ”

Sam had shoved his hands into his
pockets as he spoke, as if to get out his
money, but that was not by any means
his intention.

With a leap aside, his right arm shot
up and out, and there was a revolver in
his grip.

Not only so, but there was a flash and
a report. ‘

This was followed instantly by a howl
of pain, and the fellow’s pistol arm
dropped helpless to his side and the
weapon to the ground.

“Do you want some of the same? ""
cried Sam, turning his weapon upon the
man on the ground, who was just in th
act of rising. ‘

Sam moved while speaking, and lucky
perhaps, that he did so.

There was another flash and report,
and a bullet came so close to his face
that he felt its wind as it passed.

Sam fired again, like a flash, but this
time missed his mark.

He had fired at the hand that held the.
pistol; 5

The shot had a good effect all the
same, for with a howl of fright the fei-
low dropped his pistol and took to his
heels. '

“Stop!” shouted Sam. “Stop! Or 12’
will stop you! ” - . .
He stooped and picked up the pistol ‘
the other fellow had dropped. to make
sure it would not be used against him

again. .

"‘Better‘ cave, Ben!" called out the'
man Sam had winged. . 

“ Nary stop! " cried the other, as he
ran faster. “ Don’t you split who wears;
and I’ll fetch help to you ’fore you git;
et in the neck." .   

“ You will,veh? " cried Searcher Sim...

He stopped and aimed deliberately?”
the figure that was rapidlydié‘appearihg
in the gloom. , r  

There, was a. flash and} ,repo -,
howl ofvpain immediater follow . " ‘ ,
man went down allin a heap “in theimid
die on the road.- ‘ "  -«   ,

“Your own fault," Sam 'ca, ed ‘

“ You Would have it, and seven.

The first was now on his feet;

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and ordered him to stop or he would give
him another dose of the same medicine.

"And now give me your well arm,”
said Sam.

" What yer goin’ to do?”

“ I‘ll show you. I’m going to make sure
of you.”

lie approached the fellow, his pistol
ready for still further service if neces—
sary.

The man was thoroughly cowed now,
and held out his arm as ordered, when
Sam snapped a handcuff on his wrist.

At the touch and the click the man
gave a great start.

“You!” he exclaimed.

" Yes, I. You know me, then?”

“Know all I want to about ye, and
more.”

“Come along, then, and we’ll see how
your pal is faring.”

Sam led the prisoner down the road to
where the other fellow was lying.

They found him moaning dismally.

“ Your own fault," said Sam again. “I
warned you, and I warn you now that if
you resist further I will finish the job
for you.”

“Who the mischief are you, anyhow? ”

“Well, they call me Scorcher Sam, on
the force.”

“ Great Scott! ”

“ Get up here, now,” Sam ordered.

“ 1 can‘t; you have wounded me in the
leg.”

“ Is the bone broken?”

“ Yes, I guess it is, it feels so, anyhow.
I can’t go with ye a step, so ye will have
to leaVe me here.”

“Oh, no; I am not leaving you. If you
can’t walk I will find some means of get-
ting you down to the town there, where
I am going to hand you over to the au-
thorities.”

“ Then you won‘t give us no show? "

“ Yes, a good deal more than you were
giving me with this string here across
the road for me to run into.”

“ But we didn’t know it was you, honor
bright.” '

“Well, you will not play the same
trick again in a hurry.”

“But can’t ye let us off with what we
have got? ” asked the one called Ben.

“ No, and won’t Besides, you are
wanted for that affair back there at P0—
dunkville.”

“We didn’t kill nobody there, we only
laid him out—”

“ Hold your tongue, Wood, you fool! "
cried Ben. “ We don’t know nothing
about no other matter; let him prove et
ef he kin.”

“ I want to know all about that affair,”
said Sam. “Was it Elbridge Parmer put
you up to it?”

“Blazes! Is there anything you don’t
know?”

That answered the
enough for all purposes.

“ I thought so. Now the best thing you
can do is to make a clean breast of the
whole business.”

“ Do ye take us fer fools altogether? ”
demanded the one called Ben. “ If ye do.
you will get left. Don’t say another word
to him, pal, about nothin’.”

“All right, I’m mum."

“Well, let’s see about that leg,” said
Sam. “Get up here and let’s find out
how much you are hurt. You have got
to hobble down there to that town in
the valley."

“ I can’t never do it."

“ Wait, and I’ll see. Hold up your right
hand here.” ‘

.The fellow obeyed, at the touch of
Sam’s weapon to his head, and the other
half of thehandcufl was quickly secured

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“ There you are. Run away if you want
to, but you will not go far. Meanwhile I
will get my wheel and light the lamp andi
then I'll see about your case.”

Knowing well enough that they could
not get away from him now, Sam re-
traced his steps to where his wheel lay,
and the first thing he did was to cut the
cord the Villains had stretched across the
road at that point.

Having done that, he lighted the lan-
tern and pushed the wheel to the place
where he had left them.

They were still there.

“Well, that is pretty good proof that
you are lame sure enough," Scorcher Sam
remarked, “ or you would have tried run-
ning away. Let’s see that game leg."

The fellow had a bullet in his thigh,
but the bone did not appear to be broken.

Sam made him get up. and finding that
he could stand, compelled the luckiess
pair to precede him down the hill in the
direction of the village, both complaining
bitterly of their hard luck.

0n the way down Sam tried to induce
them to tell him all they knew of the
schemes that were on foot, but they would
not do so unless he would promise to
release them and let them go, and of
course he would not do that.‘

“ \Vell, no matter," he said finally. “It
will take a little longer, but I’ll get there
just the same.”

Arriving in the village, which was about
a mile from where the fracas had taken’
place, every house was found to be dark
and closed.

It was then 2 o’clock in the morning.

Sam remembered the place and knew
where the hotel was located, and going
there he made a din at the door that soon
brought the night-capped head of the
landlord into View.

“ Hello! " the landlord shouted. “ What’s
the matter down there? ”

" Just come down here,” said Sam. “ I
want your help.”

“ Who are you? What do you want? ”

“I am a New York detective and I
have got a brace of wounded prisoners
on my hands.”

“ All right, I’ll be down there in a min—
ute.”

And he was as good as his word. The
door was soon thrown open to Sam, who
briefly told what had taken place.

“And now I want your Justice of the
Peace and a Constable,” Scorcher Sam
concluded. “And not only that, but I
think a doctor had better be had for
them, for they are both wounded, as I
told you.”

The landlord called others to his aid
and there was some lively hustling
around there.

In a short time the village doctor was
on hand, and a little later the Constable
and the Justice of the Peace made their
appearance.

The Justice heard Sam’s story and as
soon as the doctor had seen to the pris-
oners’ wounds as well as he could, the
Justice heard what they had to say and
committed them. '

A team was gotten ready and they were
bundled into a wagon and sent off to
the county jail, while Scorcher Sam, feel—
ing by that time the need of some rest,
took a room and retired to bed, with or-
ders that he should-be called in time for
breakfast and a certain train to the city.

 

CHAPTER IX.
PLAYING Tim SCHEMES.

When Sam was called, and it seemed to
him only a minute or two after retiring,
he felt refreshed.

A good wash, a hot breakfast,,and he

 

was almost as good as new, and when he

took the train at the station he felt equaf



to anything the day might bring forth.

Reaching the city he went straight
home.

There he took his customary hot bath,
after which he spent the time with his
morning paper while he waited.

According to his arrangement with
Bicycle Bess, he would receive a telegram
anyhow, whether it would be important
or not. That remained to be seen when
it came.

He hardly hoped for the carrying on

,of the scheme now.

The fact that John Lineman had been
waylaid near his home at Podunkville
made it look reasonable that the plans
of the villains would have to be altered
to suit that circumstance.

Meanwhile, Bicycle Bess and Estelle
Whitledge were enjoying each other’s
company.

Rooming together that night they had
chatted till a late hour, and Bess had
learned all about the heroine of our story.

Estelle’s parents were dead. At the
death of her father, following her moth—
er’s death, her uncle, Albert Whitiedge,
had been appointed her guardian.

Estelle knew that she was wealthy in
her own right, but as she was not quite
of legal age her uncle had not yet made
a settlement with her respecting her es-
tates.

As her uncle bore an excellent name
and had always been considered a man of

strictest integrity, she had never given.

a thought to her property. Now, how-
ever, after what had taken place, and af—
ter what Bessie Blake was able to reveal
to her, her eyes were opened.

She told Bess that her uncle had gone
to the city two days before, and from
there had te‘egraphed to her to come and
join him. Not knowing what he desired.
but trusting him fully, she had responded
by going.

There she found Elbridge Farmer in
company with her uncle, and her uncle
urged an immediate marriage between
them. ‘

Naturally, Estelle rebelled.

At first her uncle had used only argu-
ment, telling her that he had only her
best good at heart. The-n he went a step
further and urged it as a matter not only
of sentiment, but as a matter of busi-
ness. Finding that she would not hear
to his proposal, he threatened.

It went so far, at last, that she feared
force, and ran away from them. They
followed her and had just overtaken her
when Scorcher Sam appeared upon the
scene and took a hand in the affair in
her behalf.

The young woman could not express
gratitude enough to Sam for his timely
interference.

Estelle and Bess were up betimes.

“There is one thing that we have not
figured on,” remarked Bess as they ate
breakfast.

“ What is that?” asked Estelle.

“Your uncle.”

“What about him? ”

“He is coming home this morning, as,
I happen to know. Will his train get
here before the 10 o’clock train leaves? "

“ No, it is not likely that he will take
the very earliest train out. He usually
comes out on the one getting here at 11
o’clock, when he has remained over night.
in the city.”

“Well, he will find you here.”

U Yes.”

“ And what if he telegraphs right
away to the rascals in the city that you
are here, -that will put a Spoke in my
wheel—pardon my slang.” .

“We must prevent that, somehow.”

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“Sure. But you are not likely to be.
sent for, as it looks to me now that Mr.
Lineman has been disposed of, as they
¥ will believe, until they learn that he is
, alive.”
. “ That’s so."
 “And yet you may, for they may not
, § ! -. learn of that in time.”
f. '. “I must leave it all with you, Miss
' ‘x Blake. Whatever you advise, that I will
do, no matter what.”

“ Have you any idea who it was way-
laid your lover?”

“ N0. Had it been in New York—"

“What if it had been there?”

“Then I would say it had been the
work of Elbridge Parmer.

“Ha! That is the Very thought. Is
there anything that would make you par-
ticularly suspicious of him?”

“Yes, there is.”

“ What? ”

“Why, when they were trying to force
me to wed him, as I told you, I informed
them that I was already engaged to Mr.
Lineman, and Parmer swore a mighty
oath that I should never wed him.”

“ I see. And then he went to that sa—
loon where 1 saw him, and there talked
with those two rascals who spoke to me
on the street, \Vood and Ben, as they
were called. Maybe he engaged them to
follow Mr. Lineman, when he left the
place the second time.”

“That is it——that must be it!” ex-
claimed Estelle.

“Of course, Parmer had no idea that
he was coming out here, but as he (lid
come out here the two men followed
him. They must have been on the same
train we came out on.”

‘ “ That is it; I can see it plainly now.
lWhat a head you have for thinking
things out, my dear.”
“ You wrong me there, or I would have
seen through it a good deal sooner. Now,
supposing that guess to be correct, there
is just a. chance that you may be sent
- A for this morning.”

,. “ What is that chance? ”

= “ That the two men do not get back to
'the city in time to report before Line-
man sends the telegram.”

“ That’s so. Do you know, I am really
excited over it. I really must go to the
‘ city with you, if I am sent for and You
fa, ' carry out your intention."

"3’  “No, no; that would not do. I must
go alone, for that would arouse sus-
picion.”

, “But, think of the danger."

 “Sam is there. But, if you are done
52,, ‘ your breakfast, we must act.”

"a: ' They repaired soon after to the sitting
. room, where they put their heads to-
»;.-.s-' : gether.

 ' “I see you have two servants here,"
said Bess. “Are they to be trusted?
Dare you trust them not to tell your
uncle if we take them into our confi-
dence? ”

“ Yes, yes, I can trust them."

“ Then call them here.”

They were called. ,

Bess took it upon herself to tell them
enough of what was in the wind to en-
list their sympathy in the behalf of their
mistress.

“ Now,” said she, “ it will depend large-
.ly upon you whether we can carry out
the plan successfully or not. I am going
to prepare for the city, and if your mis-

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tress is sent for I am going in her
.‘ .stead."
 “ Yes, ma’am."

“ She will remain in her room, and
3’0u must let her uncle think that she
has really gone to the city. Do you un-
derstand?”

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“And the cheat must not be discov-
ered.” ,

“You can trust us for that, ma’am.
We love her too well to betray her to
that old bear.”

“Then there is no doubt of the success
of the scheme,” said Bess to Estelle.
 Your bicycle I will use, and mine
must be put out of sight here where it
will not be discovered.”

“But how can you ever change at the
station?” asked the puzzled young lady.

“Oh! You trust me for that. We are
about of a size, and all 1 want are your
clothes and wheel. I will take care of
the rest.”

“Well, I leave it all to you."

“Then let us be about it instantly, for
there is no time to lose. The telegram
may come any moment, and then if that
uncle 'of yours should come out on the
early train~”

“My goodness! What if he should?

“ I must be prepared to face him, that
is all.”

" Oh! You would not dare.”

“\Vouldn't 1? You let him come and
see if I Wouldn't. I have faced worse
old dragons than he, and I am still
alive.”

So, while the servants put Bess's
wheel away, the two young women went
up to Estelle‘s private room, where Bess
proceeded to don Estelle‘s garments and
take on her identity.

“There, what do you think of me? ”

So Bess asked at last, when the last
touch had been added and she stood be-
fore Estelle with her veil down.

“I would not believe it!” cried the
girl, “had I not seen it with my own
eyes! It makes me think that I am out
of the body and am viewing myself at a
distance.”

Bess laughed.

At that moment heavy steps and a
gruff voice were heard in the hall below.

“Good heavens! ” cried Estelle, clasp-
ing her hands together in dismay,
“ there’s my uncle! ”

“ Don’t be alarmed,” said Bess coolly.
“I will take care of him. All I ask of
you is to keep out of sight.”

f‘ Yes, yes, I will do that; but I am so
alarmed for you.”

“You need not be, I assure you.”

Hasty steps came running up the stairs,
and there came a tap at the door.

Bess opened it, and there stood one
of the servants, her face as pale as death
with fright, for she did not see any way
out of the dilemma.

She came in and closed the door, and
there was a hastily whispered conversa-
tion for a moment, in which Bess gave
flnal directions, and then Bicycle Bess
opened the door and went boldly out
and down to the hall. The servant fol-
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CHAPTER X.
BESS IN A NEW ROLE.

Albert \Vhitledge was pacing the hall
like some furious beast of prey as Bess
descended the stairs.

“Well, where to now?” he snarled.

“ I am going to leave this house, sir,”
she boldly answered, imitating as well
as she could the voice of Estelle. “ You
have no need to ask me the reason why.”

“ 0h! Haven’t I? ”

“No, you have not, and I warn you
not to try to detain me.”

" Have you heard the news this morn-
ing? ”

“ What news? "

“ About that precious lover of yours,
John Lineman? "

“What about him? Has anything hap-

 

pened to him? Do not keep it from me.
if so.” ' -

Albert Whitledge had heard about the
attack upon Lineman immediately upon
his arrival home, at the station, and he
supposed, of course, that his niece knew
all about it.

He now felt assured that she had not
heard anything about it.

A grim smile played on his lips.

“Well, I suppose you were going to
him, anyhow, so it will be all right to
tell you. Here is a telegram for you,
which had just been received at the sta-
tion as my train got in, and I carried
it over for you. The operator told me
about it.”

Bess took the envelope and tore it
open eagerly, playing her role to perfec-
tion.

Her veil was down, of course.

She took out the sheet with a nervous
haste, and, for the benefit of Estelle,
who she knew was listening, she read
the message aloud:

It was as follows:

“Estelle Whitledge,
“Podunkville, N. J.

“ Please come to me at once. Have met
with serious accident. Do not tell father
or mother yet. Come at once, by next
train, and take cab straight to No.
—- street. JOHN LINEMAN.”

 

“Mercy! ” cried Bess, still closely imi-
tating Estelle, “what can have hap-
pened, I wonder? ”

“I don’t know, and under any other
circumstances I would forbid your leav~
ing the house, but I suppose your mind is
set upon him, and there will be no turn—
ing you. Go to him if you want to.”

“Yes, to be sure that I am going,”
said Bess, spiritedly, “and I would like
to see you detain me against my will.
We will meet again, Albert Whitledge.”

“Hussy! What do you mean now? ”

He seized her by the arm with a fierce
clutch.

“I will show you what I mean, it is
needless to tell you.”

“ You threaten me? ” he cried, shaking
her roughly. “ You dare to threaten me?

I warn you here and now to keep a still ‘

tongue, girl!”

“ And I order you to remove your hand,
and that at once,” cried Bess, as she
drew her pistol from her pocket and
thrust it under his nose. “ You will find
that Estelle Whitledge is not afraid of
you, sir! ”

He had let go his hold in a hurry at
the first sight of the pistol and leaped
back, his face white and scared.

“Don’t! ” he cried. ” Don't point that
at me! ”

“Then you just don’t, too," said Bess,
and then turning to the servant:

“ Mary, is my wheel by the front steps,
as I told you? ”

“Yes, Miss Estelle.”

“Then I am going. Good-by, and say
good-by to Susan for me. I will see
you again perhaps before very long.”

“ Good-by,” responded the servant,
and Bess started to go, nor did Whit-
ledge oflfer to detain her further, though
he did call after her:

“ And mind the word of warning I
have given you, for I mean what I say,
and you know what I mean. No need to
go into particulars before a gaping serv-
ant.”

“I have no time to talk to you, or I
shall miss my train." ..

“ And so miss that precious rover! ".

Bess did not respond, but mounted the
wheel and was off in the direction of the
station at once.

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her, with no look of love on his hard,
cruel face.

“If she can only get by Lineman's
place without being stopped," he mut-
tered to himself. “ Ha! She is going at
good speed, and that will lessen the
chances. I‘ll just watch. She hasn't got

' any more time ’n she wants to get that

' somethin’

train.”

He did watch, and  Bess went wheel—
ing past the Lineman place he saw Mr.
Lineman come out just after she had
passed and swing his hat after her.

He had evidently hailed her, but she
did not stop.

“ Ha!” cried Whitledge, “that is good.
She knew she hadn‘t time to stop, and
if he has merely said John is hurt, or
like that, she has no doubt
answered that she knew it. Ha,ha , ha! It
works all right so far, Partner, and now
it is for you to do the rest. Once she
is your wife she will not be apt to kick
over the traces, I guess.”

He went into the house rubbing his
lands.

Meantime, Bess was speeding straight
,‘or the station. Mr. Lineman had hailed
her, but with the shout that she would
stop coming back Bess had skimmed
right along without turning her head.

She believed that VVhitledge was
watching.

At the station she leaned the wheel
against the ticket office within the wait-
ing-room, and made haste to change her
skirt in the ladies’ private room.

When she made her appearance the
agent greeted her, dotting his hat as he
did so.

“ There is something very strange,
Miss Whitledge,” he said. “Your tele-
gram summons you to New York, but
the fact of the business is John was
hurt here last night and is now at home.
I can’t understand it.”

“I understand how it is, Mr. Willis,"
she said—Estelle had posted her as to
his name. “ Can I trust you?”

“ You know you can do that," he as-
sured.

“Well, the fact is, there is a game

, afoot, the particulars of which I can't
' stop to tell you now, and I must go to

, is an elopement on hand—

New York. If my uncle should come
and ask you if I heard anything about
John before I started, just fib a little
and tell him no.”

“Ah! I begin to see. Maybe the re—
port at this end is the fiction, and there
No., don't
deny it, don’t say anything; I am as
dumb as an oyster, Miss Whitledge, and
they won’t get a peep out of me.”

“ Don’t breathe a word,” said Bess, giv--
ing him her hand. “Here is the train.”

She ran out, and the agent returned

' to his office, smiling broadly at his own

cleverness and at the confidence that
had been reposed in him, never aware
of the wool that had been cleverly pulled
over his eyes.

Bess had Miss Whitedge‘s mileage
book, too, and so passed for her even on
the train.

No sooner had she taken her seat in
the car than she took paper and pencil
from her pocket and wrote the telegram
intended for Scorcher Sam.

Fer good reasons she had not at-
tempted to send it from the station at
Podunkville.

It was soon written, and when the
conductor passed through the car she
gave‘ it to him, with money, and asked
him to be sure and have it sent from the
next station.

Bicycle Bess was clever, and was sel-
dom at less.

What she' had writfen was this:

 

 

 

“ Samuel Buckley.
(with address) “ New York.
“On train eleven—thirty city.
direct to No. H— —# street.
thing working as planned.
“ESTELLE Vv’lllTlJCDGE.”

It had been arranged that Miss Whit—
ledge's name should be signed to the
message. Sam would know who had
sent it. and he would be on hand to play
his part in the game.

The address given. by the way. was
the real address of John Lineman's city
lodging.

This,
know.

Estelle \Vhitledge, on hearing the mes-
sage read, could hardly prevent herself
from making this known to the young
woman who was so boldly working in
her behalf.

She knew not what to make of it,
knowing that her lover was lying at his
own home not more than a quarter of a
mile away.

But she readily saw through it.

She would have been suspicious had
any address other than the real one
been given.

The bold rascals were working their
scheme well, and she knew that Bessie
Blake was running great risks. She
wished that she might be able to share
them with her.

Now that it was too late she regretted
that she had not taken an earlier train
to the city herself, there to remain on
hand awaiting Bessie‘s coming, and yet
she did not clearly see what she could
have accomplished. No, Bessie would
have to take her chances, now.

Bicycle Bess was ever ready to do that,
and felt confidence in her ability to take
care of herself.

Reaching the city, she took a cab and
ordered the driver to take her to the
address given, and in due time was set
dowu at the number.

It was a respectable house on a re.-
spectable street, and not at all what she
had anticipated. In fact, the address
had puzzled her from the start.

Getting out when the cab stopped, she
paid the fare that had been agreed upon,
and as the cabbie pocketed his silver
and drove off she mounted the steps and
rang the bell. -

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however. Bicycle Bess did not

 

CHAPTER XI.
I'Lors vnnsi's PLOTS.

Scorcher Sam was quietly smoking
when there came a tap at his door.

He had heard the bell and was antici-
pating the knock, so he had the door
open in about two seconds’ time.

There was a telegram, and as he was
prepared for its reception, he had no
sooner read it than he grabbed his hat
and left the house.

He was in his bicycle suit and took
his wheel.

He went to the house and rang the bell.

“ Does Mr. John Lineman live here? ”
he inquired.

” Yes, sir,” was the prompt answer.

“ Is he in?”

“ No, sir. He has been hurt; he is in
the hospital.”

“Hurt? In the hospital? What hos-
pital is he in, do you know?”

The girl promptly named the one, and
there being nothing else to (10, Sam
took leave.

Here was something that puzzled him
not a little, and his mind was busy as he
rode slowly away on his wheel.

It would be out of the question for
him to go to the hospital and get back in
time to meet Bicycle Bess, no use think-
ing about that.

Cab-

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Not that he believed John,Lineman‘\
' was there, for he knew he was not; but /
it was possible that some one was there ,.

in his name, that something had hap—
pened—

He cut speculation short.

Knowing where there was a telephone,
he rode there, and called up the hos-
pital.

No, no one of that name was there; no
one had been brought in that morning.
And Scorcher Sam then began to see
light shining in the dark place. It was a
scheme.

By the time he could get back to the
house he might look for the coming of
Bess at any moment.

He rode back and waited.

Standing at a corner, half a block
away, he appeared to be resting or wait—
ing the coming of some one who had.
promised to meet him there.

\Vhile he waited he saw an empty cab
drive down the street, but he gave it no
particular thought or attention until
presently he saw it going slowly in the
opposite direction.

He now watched it, and when it had
gone a distance down the street it turned
and came slowly back again.

“Ah! I begin to see,” said Sam to
himself.

Presently another cab came along,
turned the corner, and as it passed Sam
a hand slyly signaled to him.

This cab rolled up to the door of the
number desired, and we have seen what
immediately took place there. The door
was quickly opened to Bess.

She stood there for a few moments,
and Scorcher Sam knew as well as if he
had been on the spot just about what was
being said. The girl was telling what
she honestly believed to be true, that
John Lineman had been injured and was
in the hospital.

Bess presently turned away and de-
scended the steps.

She was in a very troubled frame of
mind, because she could not for the life
of her understand the situation.

Pausing at the bottom of the steps, she
looked up and down the street, and a.
cab was at the moment passing slightly
drew up and she called the attention of
the driver.

“ Want a cab? ” the driver asked.

“Yes, I want to go to the '— Hos~
pital." .

“All right, ma’am, get right in and
we're off at once.”

Climbing in, the cab rattled away with
her. '
“Now, then, for the game,” said
Scorcher Sam, as he mounted his wheel
and started after the cab. “This is one
of the cleverest tricks that I ever saw
played, and I thought I knew them all.”
As they went along, Sam saw Bess
look out once, and he gave her a signal

to reassure her.

Now Bicycle Bess knew the location or
the hospital well enough, well acquainted
with New York as she was, and when the
cabman went out of the direct route there
she “caught on.”

She saw that she had entered a decoy

cab, one that had been waiting around ‘

there on purpose to pick her up.

She was glad it was she and not the
real victim of their schemes.

The cab rolled and jolted along, and
at last it drew to a stop before what
had the appearance of being a huge
public building.

It was a. building that had been recent-
ly vacated by a large concern that had
moved into new and even more commo-
dious quarters, and it was awaiting new
tenants.

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A stranger stopping before its entrance

‘ might have readin mistaken it for a hos—

pital, expecting to arrive at such a desti-
nation.

Bicycle Bess alighted from the cab,
taking note that Scorchcr Sam was not
far away.

She paid her fare and turned toward
the entrance of the building.

It looked dark and sombre.

As she approached the door, however,
it opened and a man in a sort of blue
livery bowed her entrance.

She had delayed a little in paying the
driver, in order to give Sam time to run
up, and he was now at hand, and just as
Bess entered the door he ran up the
steps and sprang in immediately behind
her.

He was none too soon, for the man in
the blue coat was in the very act of clos-
ing and securing the door.

Already another man had attempted to
seize Bicycle Bess, but she had him
held up at the point of her revolver, and
as Sam sprang in he grappled with the
man who had opened the door.

This fellow was no match for an ath-

-lete like Sam, and Sam had him down in

about ten seconds and the handcuffs on
his wrists.

But the end wasnot yet.

Just as Sam was getting up there came
a scream of warning from Bess, but it
was too late, for at the same instant
two other men threw themselves upon
the intrepid detective.

“ Let, up on him! ” cried Bess, instant-
ly. “ If’you'don’t, I shoot this fellow! ”

“ Shoot and be hanged to him!” was
the retort.

“ Then, suppose I shoot you instead? ”

She had turned her eyes in that di-
rection, and ‘the instantshe made a move
to turn her weapon she was seized.

For once Bess had let slip an advant-
age gained, and the man she had held
helpless now had her in his strong grasp,
and her struggles were soon useless.

The pistol had been wrested out of
her hand almost immediately.

“ There, plague on you! ” cried the
man, as he held her by the wrists. “ May-
be you will try that wildcat game
again! ”

“ Yes, at the first chance,” cried Bess,
almost ready to cry, indeed so great was
her disappointment, to say nothing of
her alarm for her noble and fearless de-
tective lover.

Scorcher Sam was struggling his hard-
est, and for a time it looked as if he
would overcome his adversaries, even
though they were two to one against
him.

In the struggle, however, he stumbled
over the man he had already secured,
and that worthy grabbed him by a leg
with his manacled hands.

That decided the contest quickly, and
Sam was thrown down and a'pistol was
pressed to his head.

It was then the detective was enabled
to recognize two of his assailants.

These were one Reddy Keen, known
as Reddy, the “ Turk,” and the prisoner
of the previous night, Phil Bogle, the
forger!

The other two were men he did not
know.

Sam knew the building they were in,
and recognized the fact that he was in a
desperate strait, as the building was un-
occupied.

But he did not feel so'much alarm for
himself as for his bonny Bess, as he was
Want to call her on occasion.

“ By Harry! ” cried Bogle, “but this‘
is glorious luck! We never thought you
like this.

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Maybe I won't get square with you for
last night! ”

“ It is your inning,” said Sam, dog-
gedly.

“And you bet we will make the most
of it. Reddy here has got an iron in the
fire for you.”

“Yer kin bet yer head I have.
it is good ‘11 hot, too. See?”

“Well, whatever you intend doing to
me, you can have nothing against this
lady,” said Sam.

“I admit that, but she has come here
to keep an appointment with a friend of
mine."

“ And where is he?”

“ 011, he will be here all in good time,
don't worry your head about him.
You have got troubles enough of your
own just now without shouldering any-
body else's.”

It was useless to argue or debate the
matter, so Sam said no more. Bess had
not yet lifted her veil, and he believed
that she would be safer as Miss Whit-
lcdge than as Bicycle Bess the police
decoy, as he was powerless to lift his
hand in her defense.

There was a momentary pause, and
while it lasted there came a signal at
the door, and Bogle ordered it opened,
and the handcuffed man stepped forward
and obeyed. The man admitted was El-
bridge Farmer, who, at sight of Scorch-
er Sam, gave a start of surprise.

And

 

CHAPTER XII.
BRAVO,

“Hello! " cried the newcomer. “What
have we here? "

“We have got a big fish in the net
this time, you bet," responded Bogle,
with a laugh. “This is the chap that
put the wristlets on me last night and
thought he had me.”

“The deuce you say! And he is the
same fellow who interfered with my pud-
ding last night, too.”

“Then we have a good chance to get
square with him.”

“I should say so.”

“ And we must put him where the dogs
will not bite him, too. It will never do
for him to get out of here with what he
knows now.”

“ No, you are right.”

“But first see to your young woman
there. We want no witnesses that we
can't trust fully.”

“ That’s right; you hold this fellow and
I‘ll soon take her off out of the way.
But, you needn't wait for me; go ahead
and do what you please with him.”

“ All right, if that suits you.”

Parmer advanced toward Bicycle Bess.

“Oh, sir, what does all this mean?”
she cried. “ There must be some terrible
mistake somewhere.”

“There is no mistake about the fact
that you are in my power, anyhow, my
charming Estelle. You came to see one
ardent lover, but you have found an-
other.”

“ Sir! What do you mean? ”

The voice was certainly not that of Es-
telle Whitledge.

Palmer looked the surprise he felt, and
for a moment acted as if he did not know
what move to make.

“ Do you mean to say you are not Es-
telle Whitledge? ” he demanded.

“Certainly I am not," cried Bess.
“ This is a gross outrage, and I demand
my liberty instantly.”

" Then who in blazes are you? ”

He stepped forward and snatched the
veil away from her face.

“ Great Scott! ” he cried, as a perfectly

BESSIE!

 

whit less beautiful than that of Miss
Whitledge.

“I hope you are satisfied,” cried Bess,
with great indignation.

“Who are you, how came you here? ”
cried the baiiled villain and arch
schemer.

“It need not matter who I am, I de-
mand my liberty.” ,
“But it does matter. You can’t go till
I know more about you. How came you

here? "

“ Well, if you are determined, I came
here to find Mr. John Lineman, who I
heard had met with an accident and
had been sent to —— Hospital. I hired
a. cabman to take me there, and he
brought me here.”

Elbridge Parmer tore around the great
empty entrance—way. of the big building
like a madman. He saw that his well-
laid scheme had miscarried, but he was.
far from guessing the truth.

“Where did you hire that cabman?”
he demanded fiercely.

“ In front of the house where Mr. Line—
man lodges. Why he did not take me
to my destination is more than I can un-
derstand.”

Scorcher Sam was more than delighted
to see what a clever little game his aide
was playing.

Not that he dared hope she could win
her object, or save his life, for, in the
hands of Forger Bogle and his tools, he
believed that he was doomed; but he
did hope that her own life would be
spared.

“ Great blazes! ” almost screamed Par-
mer. “ Did you come there in a cab?”

“ Yes, sir,” said Bess.

“Where from? ”

“ From down town, sir.”

“Then what did you want of another .
cab? ” '

“ Why, I dismissed mine, sir. I thought
to find Mr. Lineman at home."

“Furies! And how did you come to
know anything about it, anyhow? I de—
mand the whole story, or you are not
likely to leave here in a hurry.”

“Why, by calling at his lodging to
see him, and there being told. But why
all this questioning? Why are you de-
taining me here? Why am I not allowed
to go on to the hospital to see him?”

“Prince of furies! " cried Parmer, al-
most tearing at his hair in his great pas-
sion. “ To think that it should have

\turned out like this, and all by a mere

chance! But, was it chance?”

He wheeled and confronted Scorcher
Sam.

“ By heavens, I believe you had a hand
in this! If I was sure of it—— But, I am
sure of it.” _

“Yes, I had something to do with it, I
admit. I was passing and saw this lady
enter here, and knowing that the build-
ing was unoccupied, I leaped off my
wheel and ran in to see what was going
on, and I have found out."

“ To your satisfaction?” sneered Bo—
gle.

“Won’t you please let me go? " cried
Bess.

Parmer paced up and down, pulling at .
his mustache, and it was plain that he
was in a dilemma and knew not what to
do. And in that situation Bogle took a.
hand, and growled:

“No, you can’t let her go.
too much at stake just now.”

“Yes, that’s so,” agreed Parmer.

“Oh! please let me go!” cried Bess..
“Do not detain me here, I beg of you,
don’t do it! ”

 Shut up and listen to me,” ordered
Partner. “ There has been a mistake

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this fix by an awkward turn of the wheel
of fortune. We dare not let you go, for
you would tell what you have seen here
and—”

“But would you not believe me if I
told you that I would not tell? I must
go. I must!”

"But we wouldn’t dare to trust you. I
promise you that no harm shall come to
you, though, if you do just as we tell
you to (10.”

“Tell me; I will do anything, if you
will only let me go.”

She was wringing her hands, having
been released, though her captor was
standing near her so that she could not
get away.

“You will have to remain here till
evening," said Parmer. “Then we will
let you go on condition that you tell no
one where you have been. There is a
room on the next floor you can occupy."

Bess covered her face with her hands
and her term shook as it with sobbing,
and she did not act much like the girl
who had so spunkily handled a revolver
.so short a time before.

“That is the best you can do, I guess,"
said Bogle.

“Yes, I see no other way.”

“Mighty curious how such a mistake
was made,” added Bogle.

“There was no mistake,” declared Par-
mer. “That is, so far as our man was
concerned. Chance made this young
woman fill the bill, that is all.”

“And where can the other be? ”

“May have come to the house five
minutes after the cab left, and is now
hustling around to find the fellow at the
hospital. A confounded piece of rotten
luck! ”

“ Well, better say no more about it.”

“ That’s so. Take her up to that room,
Bob, and lock the door on her."

Bess had given Sam a look to reassure
him that she would try to make her so-
journ in that room as short as possible,
and now she was led sobbing away.

“And now for? this fellow," said Bogle.

“Yes, now for him, and he won’t fare
so well, he can bet.”

“ Bet yer life on that,” cried Reddy the
“ Turk.” " What is goin’ to be done with
him, boss? ” V

“He has got to be done for, no other
way.”

“ I guess you are right."

“ He has got only himself to blame for
it. He did his best to land me, and now
I am going to land him.”

“What is the plan?”

“Any way you please, so long as it is

a sure one.”

“What if we let Reddy fling him down
the death-trap?”

“ What good would that do? The fall
would not kill him—”

The “Turk” nodded his head em-
phatically, and Partner and Bogle looked
As for Scorcher Sam, he
saw that it was a chance for his life,
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CHAPTER XIII.
HERE IS A HEROINE.

“I guess that will do all right,” said
Parmer, “ and no one of us will be alone
responsible then.”

“ And no use wasting any time about
it, either,” said Bogle. “Get him ready,

‘Turk, while we hold him for you."

“ So you don’t mean to give me a
chance for my life? ” said Scorcher Sam.

“ Nary a chance, confound you! "

‘f But it is hardly fair to take a fellow
I would at least like to
drop a fair farewell line to my old

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“Yes, no doubt you would, but you
can't. Gag him, Turk, while you are
about it, for We don’t want him making
any noise, in case the drop don't break
his neck."

“ That's right."

“ llow much of a fall is it?"

“Twenty feet or more, from this floor
to the sub—cellar bottom."

“That will do the business for him all
right. Never a fear that he will trouble
us any more."

“And he will
found.”

No time was lost.

The “Turk” performed well his work.

In a few minutes Scorcher Sam had
been securely bound and gagged, and all
was ready.

The shaft of a freight elevator was not
far away, and to that Sam was carried
by the “Turk " and Bogle, and was laid
on the floor While they looked down into
the death-trap.

They could not see the bottom, for it
was as dark as midnight down there.

be bones before he is

“That will do all right,” said the
“Turk.”

“Yes, it will do. Lend a hand, Reddy."

The “Turk” caught hold, and to—

gether they held Scorch-er Sam over the
dark pit, head downward.

Sam made a brief mental prayer, and
the next instant he shot dowuward into
the dismal depths.

There was a thud below, and no other
sound came to the ears of the murderers,
though they listened for some moments,
and at last Bogle offered the remark

“Well, that is off our hands, and we
have one detective the less to watch out
for.”

“Yes,” said Farmer, “and now I have
got to go and see what has become of
that girl."

“She is all right,” said the fellow Bob,
who had taken Bess away at Parmer’s
order.

“ No, I mean the other, the one I didn’t
get."

“ 0h! ”

“ You locked the door on this one? "

“You bet.”

"Then she is safe and all right. We‘ll
have you let her go about an hour after
dark, and then we will be out of here and
away.”

“ No way of her getting out, is there? ”
asked Bogle.

“Oh, no, she is all right. Well, I am
going, and if you hear a yaup out of her,
go up and make her keep still.”

So saying Parmer opened the door and
passed out.

It was immediately fastened after him,
and he ran down the steps to the street.

Scorcher Sam's wheel was standing
there, and a policeman was looking at it.

He looked up as Parmer came down
the steps.

“Know anything about this wheel?"
he inquired.

"1 know that it is mine," replied Parmer.

Mounting Scorcher Sam’s wheel, he
rode off, while the policeman went on his
way swinging his club in blissful ignor-
ance of the situation.

But the man had not ridden far when
there was a shout.

“ Hi! there! come back with that bike! "

It was raised by two boys whom the
policeman had driven away from the
machine a little while before.

Parmer looked at them, and gnashed
his teeth in rage as he did so. He in~
creased his speed, at the same time call-
ing out of them.

“I guess not, when it happens to be
my own wheel,” he answered.

the gent what left it there, you ain’t! ”

“If I had hold of you I would wring
your necks for you,” Parmer grated be-
tween shut teeth. “Out of my way!”

The boys had run along after him, but
now he was speeding so that they were
soon distanced, and they turned and be-
gan to yell to the policeman.

“lli! cop! there goes a feller what’s
snivvied a bike!”

They ran back toward the policeman
while shouting, but before they met him
the thief had turned a corner and was
out of sight.

“ VVhat’s that ye say?” the policeman
demanded.

“ 'l hat feller‘s stole a bike.”

“ No, I guess not; he said it was his."

“We guess nit! He ain’t the chap
what left it there.” v

“ Is that so? ”

“ (‘ourse it‘s so: think we’d lie about it?
Zut it ain’t a bit of use chasin’ him now."

“Then whose wheel was it?” de-
manded the policeman, interested.

“ Don’t know, but et was a feller wot
had on a reg‘lar bike suit, and he was a
nobby looker, too."

“Well, where is he?”

“ Don‘t know. We seen him ride along,
and the next time we looked his wheel
was standin’ there.”

“Th-en it’s plain that it can’t be the
same wheel,” said the policeman, de-
cisively.

But the two boys were sure of their
point and shook their heads knowingly
as they sauntered back to the spot where
they had been playing before it hap—
pened, at the end of an alley that ran
between the large building and a ware-
house.

Leaving them, let us return to Bicycle
Bess.

She played well her role until the door
had been closed and locked upon her.

Then she was upon her feet instantly,
rind, with clinched fists, she looked
around her prison to find a speedy means
of escape, for escape she must.

There were the windows, and she ran
to them. They were of heavy glass, and
were securely fastened down. Besides,
they opened upon a darksome alley, and
promised no means of escape.

Nevertheless, the man had no sooner
gone below than she ‘picked up a leg of a
broken table the room contained and
broke one of the huge p'anes at a single
blow, taking the chances of being heard,
knowing that the door of the room was
thick and heavy.

Out went the glass with a crash and
jingled down into the alley, and Bess
leaned out and looked down. It was not
a great height from the ground, but too
far to think of dropping.

Under the window was a ledge. pet‘-
haps ten inches wide, running frdm one
end of the building to the other.

Could she walk it to the street?
she dare try it?

With the table leg she battered out the

Would

"remaining splinters of the glaSs, using

her skirt on the end of the weapon to
deaden the sound, and in a little time
the worst of them had been removed.

There was ample room for her to step
out.

It was a dangerous proceeding, but she
did not hesitate, knowing what was at
stake. .

Keeping a tight hold on the sash of
the window, she got safely out, and that

the outer wall, her hands at her sides,
and palms against the wall.

 

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_ , the strangeness of it, she began
o moye sidewise toward the street end
_o£,_,the alley, slowly but surely, inch by
jfi'ch, her eyes fixed upon the opposite
’ ‘wall.
. It was nerve-trying, but Bessie Blake
(had plenty of nerve, and it had been
[well tested on other occasions.

Finally, after what had seemed to her
an age, she came to the end of the cop—
ing.

She could look down into the street,
.but there was no way by which she could
possibly get 'down, that she could see.

Where the coping ended was an abrupt
rise of about eighteen inches, where the
front ornamental work joined it, and
leaning her hand on that, Bess sfowly
bent her body and looked over and down.

' ’i‘wo boys were playing just beneath on
the sidewalk.

“ Boys!” she called.

They instantly stopped their pastime

" and looked up, and what they saw gave
them a start.

“Gee whiz!” one exclaimed. “You

V i will fall it you don’t look out! ”

, . “No, I won’t, but I want help to get'
‘fiwn from here just as quickly as possi—
ble. Can you bring it?” >
' “ Shall we call out the hook and ladder
brigade? Don’t know of no other way? ”
,‘.‘ Is there an engine house near by?"
, "' 'Bout a block away.”
 .f‘ “ Then run there in all haste and tell
'them of the fix I am in."
‘ “All right. But here comes a cop;
. _mebby he can do somethin’ to get ye
down, ma‘am.”
-—“ Tell him I am here, but don’t you
stop to talk to him. Go to the engine
house as fast as your legs can carry you.”
“ All right, you bet."
“ And I will reward you when I do get
down.” '
" ,They were off like a shot, and in an—
‘gothcr minute a policeman came hurrying
along.
He .was looking up as he came, the
" iboys having told him, and when he saw

be young woman standing in that dan-'

{germs position he fairly gasped.
L‘ “How on earth came you there?” he
demanded. I
5 -~'“‘I was‘imprisoned in the building and
,have just got out," said Bess. :‘Thcro
{is a murder ,being done in there, and you
i; 'muSt.§o”i'or "help immediately: do not
 mind me, but gets, gait on quick! "
  murder. you say 1',”
ffY‘es, yes, yes. Scorcher Sam. of the
 ire Squad, is there in the power at
Begié‘the forger. Get help and post ‘men
.tevery exit, and then raid the building
gdgyo‘u will gethirn. Big teather for
i ’ if you are lively."

minerals XIV.

" - , our or THE JAWS.

Bicycle Bess had to tell the policeman
‘e‘she‘ was, and answer many more

. megs, before she could prevail upon

' other to start. .

flutte- a knot of people had by this time

v ‘re'd,’ and some were beginning to
"at to know‘what she was doing

. nately, the main entrance urine

9.} _'g Wagon the other street, or they
gsfififl-mfve apprised the rascals by their
thatl'everythlng was not right.
had: by this time become} some-
stgmsd to, her novel position,’

 escape; the gaze of the

attested the way she had

edgepand was ableto do -

,spe’ed. and she was
(itfiiioil. '; 1 '

The:

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There she remained until presently
she saw the end of a ladder touch the
front coping, and in another minute a
fireman’s head appeared there.

She soon reached the fireman, who held
out a hand to her, and she was soon
safely on the ladder.

“What in creation were you doing
there? " he asked her. “How came you
out there on that ledge? What is the
meaning of it, anyhow? And who are
you? ”'

“Never mind now,” said Bess.
the police coming yet?”

“ The police? ”

“Yes.”

“ I didn’t see any.”

“ Then you must lend your aid till they
come. Listen, and I will tell you what is
wanted.”

This she quickly did, and the fireman,
a bright young fellow, was prompt to
grasp the situation.

Some men had come with him, and he
quickly stationed them at each end of
the alley, himself and another going to
the coping from which Bess had just es~
caped.

It was a relief to Bess when she saw
a squad of police hurrying to the scene.

As it happened, the sergeant in charge
was a man whom she knew.

“What the deuce is this I am told,
Miss Blake?” he asked, as soon as he
came up.

Briefly and straight to the point Bess
told him, and it took him but a few min-
utes to station his men so that it would
be next to impossible for any one to get
out of the building and escape.

That done, he and Hess and three men
besides advanced to the front door.

Bess had another trick to play, if it
would work.

She had meantime whispered it to the
sergeant. and he and his men stood jusr
out of sight while she rapped at the door.

Her veil was down. and when she had
rapped several thiies she caught the
glimpse of a face behind the stained glass
as it appeared there for a moment while
its possessor peered out.

Seeing that it was only a woman, the
man came close to the glass.

“ \l'ho is there?" was demanded.

“ls this the Hospital?”
Bess. ’

’i here was immediately some exchange
of remarks within.

Then the answer: “Yes, this is the
place, but who are you and what do you
want? ”

“I want to see Mr. John Lineman, it
he is here.”

The door was immediately opened on a
crack, and the same person in the blue
coat appeared.

“ Have you got a pass? ”
a polite tone.

" Yes,” answered Bess, at the same time
giving a sign to the sergeant and his men
that the door had been opened, “and
here it is!”

And there it was, true enough-in the
shape of the burly police sergeant’s
shoulder, and the door went open wide
iwith a crash and he and his men rushed
n

“ Are

asked

he asked, in
‘\. -

One of the men stopped short in the

door, with drawn revolver in his grasp.
Bess had been the first to enter.
With mad; curses,

turned to run, but the sonorous voiced!

theisergeant comanded them to halt.

. .“ Stop!

again. 3 , .
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“Don’t you try it!” warned the ser—
geant. “If you do, your light will go
out so quick you will never know what
struck you!”

'Bogle hesitated, and by that time the
other officers had his pal safely captured.

But they had yet to hear from Reddy
the “Turk.”

Bicycle Bess had not been idle. though,
for no sooner had the one fellow been.
captured than she went for his pistol
and secured it, and not only his, but her
own as well.

About that time heavy steps were
heard, and the “Turk” came tearing
down the stairs three at a time, shout-
mg:

“ Deuce is to pay! The gal is gone, and
the police and firemen are up there layin'
for us——"

And then he came to a dead stop as he
saw what was taking place.

An oath escaped him, and he reached
for a weapon.

“If you do it you are a dead man!”

The voice was that of Bicycle Bess,
and she confronted him with the big pis—
tol of the captured man in her right
hand and her owu smaller one in her left

Her veil had now been thrown back
out of the way, and with flushed face and,
flashing eyes she made a pretty but ter-
rible picture for the “Turk” to gaze
upon. , '

He took her hint and did not draw the
pistol, as he had intended.

And in another moment one of the po-
licemen had a revolver at his head, and
he succumbed to the inevitable.

While this was going on, the sergeant
was advancing upon Bogle the forget
with his revolver pointed straight at his
head. and the forger was watching him
with sharp interest.“

lie was watching for half a chance to-
dodge. draw his own weapon and shoot.

And presently he tried it.

DrOpping suddenly, he whipped out his
pistol and fired a snap-shot.

It missod, and the sergeant had already ,
fired his own revolver as the man had.
dodged, he, too, missing.

Bogie was on the point of shooting
again, when there came ‘a shot from
further back in the hall, and his arm
dropped to his side and he rolled over
with a howl of pain. ‘

The shot had been fired by Bess.

“And the man was no sooner down than
she ran forward to him and clapped both- ~
her weapons to his head: , - .

" Tell me where he is!” she cried.
-“ What have you done with him? If you
do not answer in five seconds I will blow. ‘ ‘
out your wicked brains! ”. .- ~

There was no mistaking that threat!

“ Quick! " she cried, pressing hard with;
her weapons. '

“ Down—down the shatt~there——” ,

So the man made haste to gasp, for‘ 
now the‘knee of the sergeant was upon"
his chest. ‘  ' g

“ You Wretchi ” cried Bess. " If he is? -  1.
dead, you ’will never live to see the insidg . A.

A

of a station, I warn you! Qui‘ckpoificer
we must rescue Searcher Sam!” * e.
The prisoners, having been overcomej'i. ‘
they were speedily disarmed and hand:.~*
curled, and one man steed guard, Om?
,- Bess had run" to the shaft 
peering down. but couidsoe” with! 
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lightly over the black pit and let herself
down hanl under hand, fearlessly, and
in a few moments was at the bottom.

There was something soft under her
feet, and she soon found that the sweep-
ings of the building had been cast down
there and that there was a great bed of
paper and packing.

She had matches, and struck one, tak-
ing care not to let it drop into the papers,
and there on the heap lay Sam!

His head was half buried and he was
partly on his knees.

Grabbing him by the back of his collar,
she pulled with all her might and sue-l
ceeded in rolling him over.

His hands tied behind his back, he had
been in such a position’as to be entirely
unable to help himself, and he was nearly
suffocated when she rescued him.

Putting but the match, Bess got her
knife and carefully cut the cords that
bound him and‘ removed the gag from his
mouth.

' “My darling! my brave, bonny Bess! ”

“ Thank God, Sam!”

She embraced him, there in the dark,
and a voice called down from above to
know if he had been found.

“ Yes, he is alive, sergeant! ” Bess an-
swered, “and I guess he has no broken
bones. He will be able to speak for him-
self as soon as he gets his breath and
gets the kink out of his back.”

“I’ll be all right in a couple of min-
utes, Bess,” Sam now assured. “But I
thought in that death-trap my 'time had
surely come. How did you get out of
heir hands so promptly? But, no, not
tow; that will keep, and it will be all the
Sweeter when we can talk it over at
leisure.”

 

CHAPTER XV.
CONCLUSION.

Bess and Sam were speedily helped out
of the shaft, and when once they, stepped
upon the solid floor above they were
heartily congratulated.

The IScorcher advanced to where Phil
Bogle stood, and said:

" Well, you see the tables have been
turned again, and this time it looks as if
you are in it to stay.”

“ No thanks to you,” growled Bogle.

“ No, you are right,” agreed Sam, “ but
all thanks and praise to my brave little
ally here, who was too keen for even such
a sharper as you. She did you up brown."

“ And look out that I don’t do both of
you up brown one of these days,” was
the fierce retort.

" We’ll have to take chances of that."
As there was still further work to be

done, Sam left the prisoners in charge of
the sergeant and his men, and he and
Bess paused to consult and brush them-
selves up a little.

While they were doing this a policeman
came up to Sam.

“You had a wheel, hadn’t you?” he
asked.

“Sure,” said Sam.
anything of it?”

The officer told what he knew, and Sam
~thew who had taken his “ bike."

“ Now, Bess, we must cap‘fiire him,” he
ecided. “ And I believe that he will be
ound at that place where you saw him

last night.”

“ You think so? "

“ Yes, there can be no doubt but he is
the man who sent Wood Collier and Ben
Hess to dispose of John Lineman, but
he had no idea that John Was going out
to Podunkville."

“ That must be it, and that’s how he
is so puzzled all around.”

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“ I'll go there and see about his case."

“ And where you go, there I‘ll go, too,"
answered Bess, playfully.

In less than an hour, disguised as a
Pole and wife—or daughter—Sam and
Bess entered the saloon.

Sam’s wheel was there.

Sam pretended that he could not talk
English, but he handed over some money
and motioned that they wanted some-
thing to eat, and they sat down at a
table.

At an adjoining table was Parmer, eat-
ing, for the saloon was also a cheap res—
taurant—one of the recently popular
“ hotels,” and with him another man, to
whom he was talking.

“No, and it beats the mischief,” Par-
mer was saying. “I have not heard a
word from Wood or Ben, and now I am
waiting for an answer to a message I
sent to the old codger out at Podunk-
ville an hour ago. When that comes, 1
may have more light.”

At that moment a messenger came in
and inquired for Elbridge Parmer, and
the message was delivered.

As soon as he read it Parmer leaped to
his feet.

“Blazes!” he cried. “The girl is safe
at home, but some one else came in her
stead. Lineman was assaulted there last
night, and is at home in a critical con-
dition. I am defied, and the old fool con-
templates suicide, if I understand the
hint he gives. By Harry, but he shall
not (.0 that if I can prevent; I will have
that girl—”

“ And right here she is! ”

So said the pretending Polish woman.
as she rose from her table and confronted
the rascal.

It was not Estelle, but it was h'er im-
personator, and as she spoke she leveled
her revolver at Parmer and bade him
throw his hands up over his head, which
he did.

At the same time Sam had seized his
companion and had snapped a handcqu
upon one of his wrists, and with deftness
he put the other half of it on a wrist of
Elbridge Parmer, and so the remainder
of the miserable clique was in limbo at
last.

Sam and Bess saw them safe behind
bars, and then donning wheel attire, they
took a run out to Podunkville, arriving
at the Whitledge residence late in the
day. There was excitement about the
place, and they soon learned that Whit-
ledge had indeed taken his life!

He had discovered somehow that Es-
telle was at home, and a stormy inter-
view had followed. Then had come a
telegram, which he answered, and shortly
after that a pistol shot was heard in his
room. As Estelle’s guardian, he had
dipped heavily into her fortune and had
put himself in the power of'Parmer.
The latter, eager to cheat Lineman of
Estelle, and win her for himself, had
promised to put the old man on his feet
if he would aid him to attain that! end.

It was shown that Parmer was a con-
federate of Bogle’s, and that they were,
at the time of their arrest, getting ready
for a most daring piece of forgery; but it
had been nipped in the bud, thanks to
the efforts of Scorcher Sam and nervy
Bicycle Bess.

Needless to say, in conclusion, all of
the rascals in this case got their just
deserts.

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4’04 lron Fern the Man oi Fire: or, Among the Vultures.

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"(14 Old Misery the Man from Mimuri.

“774 Clear-Grit Cal, the NeverSay-Die Domtlvo.

“789 Sam Sheridan, the Secret Service Spool.)

‘806 Cowboy Steve the Ranch Mascot.

78*0 Nohhy Nat, tho Tonderfoot Detective.

.880 Sharper Stoke’s Double Deal.

85? Spotter Bob in New York.

“800 Spotter Bob‘s ii owery Rocket.

BY COLONEL BELLE SARA.

' 8 The Lion ofthe Sen; 0', The Vailod my.
r 86 Cool Dos-old: or. The Gunblor’s Big Gama.

BY CAPTAIN FRED. WIIITTAKEB.

The Sen-0st; or. The Witch 0! but...

The Dumb Po 0 par, 'l'ho Dogc'a Dongltor.
Dick Darling. t 0 any Expross Ridcr.

Lnneo nnd Losoo: or. Thu Children of the Ohm.
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Wolfgnng, tho Robber of the loo.

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- 05 The T r Tn-ert on“. Losguooltho hulls.

«881 Block lek. tho Demon Rider.

3.” Oolifornio Joe’s Wol- Troii.

BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAII.

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BY T. C. llARBAFGll.

23 Nit-k 0’ the Night; or. Th“ lir-y Spy of ’76.

The Hidden Lodge; or The Litth- Hunter.
Nightingale Nut: or, The l“t~l’t‘i‘l (‘nptuins.
Dandy Jock: Ur, ’l'lu- Huiluws of the Oregon Trail.
Kit llitrei’oot, the Wmul-liuwk; hr, (lld l’uwdcr.fflc‘
94 .“itlllixili. oi tu-l. : hr, 'l’he “my 'l'rnpper.

106 Old Frosty, the Guide; Hr. The White Queen.

123 Kiowa Charley the \Vliite Muslunger.

189 J udue 1.) Huh Jr.: l-r. The “W Vigilante.

155 Gold Trigger, the Spuvrl; UT. The (4m Avenger.

169 'l‘ornudo Tom; wr, lnjun Jnvk Frnin Red Core.
4‘3“ Ned Temple, the Border llo_\'; nr. Tlli‘ Mad Hunter.

19% Arknnunw; or. ’i he Qu». n nl l‘utv'a Revenge.

20? Navajo Nick. the liov Gold Hunter.

2]?) Captain Bullet: hr, Little Toniarmt‘s Crusade.

231 l'luoky l’hll: or. Run, the Re i Jezebel.

 "Ill Bravo; nr, Tn.» linughs oi the Rockies.

(‘aptnln Alton", the Kin!»?in of Bowie.

867 The Buckskin Detective: or. The King of Road-agents.
279 Old “'Illch: or, The iiurkauin I‘Ienr'ermlou.

294 Dynamite Dun; or, The Bowie Blade of (inchetopa.

802 The Mountain Detective: or, The Trigger Bar Bully.
816 Old Eclipno, Trump Card of Arizona.

826 The Ten l'nrda: of, The Terror oanke-Notlce

836 Big Bennon: or, The Queen of the Lama.

B45 l’itllcns )i nit: 0'. Red Thunderholt's Secret.

856 Cool Sum und I’m-d; 0‘ The'l'errlble Six.

366 Velvet Foot. the lndmn Detective.

3‘6 Captain (‘Iltinusz or, 'l ilt‘ B- (‘cnneer'a Girl Foe.

896 Rough Rob ' or, The 'I win Champion of Blue Blues.
411 The Silkcn imaso: or, The Rose: Ranch Robin.

413 Felix Fox. the Buy Spotter; or,The Gold Gangof New York.
425 Texas Trump. the Border Rattler.

486 Phil Fin-h, the New York Fox; nr.The Mystery OiROOXD 91.
445 The City Vampires: or. Red R()lie'l Pigeon-

461 One Against Flhy: or, The Last Man of Keno Bar.

470 The Boy Shadow: or. Felix Fox’s Hunt.

477 The Excelsior Sport : or. The Washington Spotter.
499 Sight, tho One-Eyed Sport.

Den. the leht Ferret.

thi- W hurt-Spy Detective.

  
   
    
  
   
  
  
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
    
 

621 Bent Dodge: or, The Gotham Gold Gang.
5233 o and n. the Bower}- Shadows.

583 , the Dock Ferret.

548 ’s Double: or. The Rival Boy Detectivel.
55 ’s Desperate Case.

568 Dick. the Boy ‘t’iiiovq; or, The Gang of Three.

578 “'0 Shit down; or. Dodger Dir-it's Stop Game.

5R2 Dick's Drop: or, The Mnn from Jersey.

594 the Street-Singer Detective.

610 , the Gold Shark; or. Tony Sharp on Guard.
626 plon Funds; or, The Luciler ofSilver Bar.
637 the Dock Boy DeteCtive.

645 vement Sharp.

653 tin' an Beagle.

671 the Boy Hustler; or. Shadowing the Shadowcr.
685 the Boy Musician Detective.

701 red. the (‘nmern Sharp.

715 Len, the Quaker City Ferret.

782 l’nvrnu-nt Detective: or, Trapping Big Game.
742 the Bell Boy Detective.

754 the. Boss 80)“ Shadow.

768 the Boy on Guard; or, The Camp Spidora.

780 way Tom. the Red Wizard

82‘? por .

84.8 ttery Ferret: or, one: «um in! Play
89? vy ig Bounce.

905 uggot, the B0” Shadow.

921 from Denver.

B" CHARLES MORRIS.
118 Will Bomers, the Boy Detective.
 {gill Hard ’1 ttho Bnaa Boy.
any Into 0 ex or, Nicodemus, the Do Dctoetivn.
130 Deter-tive Dick; or, The Hero in Raga. K
14’ llnndsolne Harry, the Bootblack Dotectivo.
147 Will Wildlre, the Thoroughbred.
15’ Black “on, “'ill “'ildfire a Racer.
15? Mike Merry the Harbor Policu Boy.
16! Will Wildfire in the “'oodo.
165 Billy Baggage. the Railroad Bo .
170 rum Card; or. Will Wild re Win: and Logo.
174 Bob Iloo cit: or, Mysteries of New York.
1T9 Bob Beckett. the Bank Runner.
 'll‘ehedlllildtion wand hr;r,8“o'ill Wildfire‘c Revenge.
re a you , t w e at Boy; or. The Sum Ion.
189 Bob Rockett; or. Driven to the “'all. n
196 shadowed; or, Bob Rockett‘a Fight for Life.
208 Dark Paul. the Tiger King.
219 Dashing Dave. the Dandy Detective.
0 Torn Tanner: or, The Black Sheep oi the Flock.
"5 Born Charcoal the Premium Darky.
385 Shndow Sam. the Menonger Boy.
.43 The Two “ Bloods”; or, Shenandoah Bill and His Gang.
.5” Dick Dnshnwnyt or, A Dakota Boy in Chico o.
168 The Young Shurpo: or . Rolllcking Mike’s 01 Troll.
274 Jolly Jim, the Detective An rentice.
289 Jolly Jim’s Job; or, The lountz Detective.
298 The “'uter-llound: or, The Young Thoroughbred.
805 Dnshnwny. of Dakota: nr, A Western Lad in Quskor City.
8.4 linlph Bondy, the Hotel Boy Detective.
841 Tony Thorns. the Vagabond Deioctlvs.
858 The Reporter-Detective! 0". Fred my." Bllufld.
36? \' ide.Aw.ke Joe; or. A Boy oi the Times.
'79 Lgv-ry. the Levelerx or. The Blood. ot the Boulevard.
3 Firefly Jack, the River-Rat Detective.
an The Lost Fin or; or, The Entrapped Cuhier.
428 l’red Fl er t m Reporter Detective.
an lnvineih 0 Logan. the Pinkerton Ferret.
450 Bill Brick, the Jolly Vagabond.
‘06 ‘Ni e-Awako Jen-v, Detective; or Entombed Alive.
479 Detective Dod e: or, The Mystery of Frank Hearty.
48B “’lld Dick Rno ct; or, How He Fought for Honor.
501 Boota. the Boy Fireman: or, Too Sharp for the Slurp".
566 'l‘he Secret Service Buy Detective.
nod .'inlnl the Kid or. b Amour Wolvos.
637 'l‘otn rose of rkonsosx or. The Woiiln tho Fold.
655 ’lueky Paul, the Boy Speculntor.
  andbszln, thlo' gaiayibetectlvefi. H
0 ur a «no c act vex 01’. an alo'a B Boat.
15? detective Fran k’a Sween-utnkes.y 1‘
869 W Norman. the Gnmin Broker.
881 'l‘urke Billy, tin Shine-’em-up Detective.
91'? Flash ightning, the Mountain Maacot.

BY ALBERT W. AIKEB.

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:10 Cool Color-do, tho Hal -Brood Dotted".
18 Cool Dolorodo in New York: or, The Cowboy's mu

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR (I. I. A.

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BY J. “'. OSBON.

469 The lilt nl (Hunts oi'NoWhar'.

49K ('ut-tlln Burr. the Man lrom Hard Luck.

537 Old l:!l(‘l\(':,'(‘. the Sierra Shadow.

564 l’oudor Phil, the Buy Miner. or, The Man WithontaPn‘.
609 Bully Dorrit. lln- \etehm Detective.

620 Little Li rhtnlng’a League: or, The Mint.er o.tne Inland
633 l’luI-ky Dani, the Buy Prospector.

751 Gold-Dual Dun, theTrail Patrol. ‘

755 (bold Dth Dnn'a (.‘uth: or, Buckles: Boy, the Regulate!
928 Gold-Dun. Dan'a Snap-Shot.

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER. JR.

2 Yellowatone Jack: or, The Tra r.

48 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, re Outlaw's Rotnni.

65 llurriuune Bill; or, Mustang Ram and His Ford.
119 Muntnn Sam 3 or,The King oi'the Plaina.
136 Night-l. “Wk Kit: or, The Daughter (if the Ranch.
144 Dainty Lam-e the Boy Sport.
161 Panther Paul; or, Dainty Lance to the Rucuo.
166 The Black Giant: or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy.
168 Deadly Dnah ' or, Fighting Fire with Fire.
184 The Boy Trailera; orY Dainty Lance on tho War-Poul.
203 The Bo l’ardst or. Dainty Lance Unmuks.
211 Crooke Cale, the Caliban of Celestial City.
819 The Barr-non “'0”; or, The Beautiful Decoy.
819 The Block Rider: or, The Hone-Thieves’ Leann.
885 Old Double Fist or, The Strange Guido
.55 The King ot'tho l'ooda: of. Daniel Boono'l [alum
‘49 Kit Fox. the Border BolygDetectivo.
625 (‘hlncapin Dan, the oy Trailer.

67’? (‘hlnoapin Don’s Second Trail.

688 (‘hlnoapin Dnn’» llome Stretch. I
693 Old Crazy, the Man VVithnut a Head. 5
702% Light-Henri. Lute’s Legacy. '
718 Light-"curt Lute’s Lost Trail.

728 Silvvrblndc, the Shoshone.

729 Sliverbludo, the Half-Blood: or, The Border Beagle “80,.
739 Silver-blade, the lloatile; or, The Bordor Boogie’l Trail.
748 Silvcrblude the Friendly; or, The Border Besglo's BoyPnld

“Y C. DENNING CLARK.
1‘5 Clptnin Paul: or, The Boy Sp ' ol’ the Mountains.
“0 The Ynnkee annh; or. The at. of the Block Bhoud.
BY LIEUT. ll. D. PERRY, U. B. N.

176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Bucrsnoor of tho Boy.
130 The Ben Trailer: or, A Vow Well Kept.
19. Captain Kit; or, The Mystery of Montank Point.

BY JACK FARRAGUT.

815 Ned, the Cnbin Boy; or The Witch of tho Fort. ,
820 The Ben Boreereoot or, The Boy Slippor.

BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.
78 Blue Dick or, The Yellow Chief’a Von oasco.
8‘! The Land lrntes or, The Losguo of vii’a inland.
8'! The llel los- llnn 3 or. Backwoods Retribution.
.89 The Go] -seeker Guide! or. 'l'lu Loot Mos-Isis.

BY BRACEBRIDGE llEMYNG.
89 Island Jinn: or, The Pet of the Famil‘i
I91 The Contnln oftho Club: or, The ivsl Athloios. ,
101 Jack llorknwsy in‘ New York. -
MISCELLANEOUS AUTHORS.
d The Wild-Horse Hunters. By Cspt. Mano Boil and
Frodorick Whittakor.

9 Adv cntnrea of Baron Munch-noel.
1. Gulliver’s Travels. B ' Donn Swift.

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14 Aladdin; or, The Wonder ul Lamp.
16 Roh'nson Crusoe. (91 lllultrstions.)
18 Sindbnd the Sailor. Hi: Seven V0 ngoo.
2. '11:“; Sen Serpent: or,'l'ho Boy Kohi’iason Cum. By Josh
W I.
88 The Oeenn Bloodhound; or, Tho Rod Pirates oi tho
Carribeea. By S. W. Piano.
80 The Boy Clown: or, The Aron Quoon. By I BJ'inn.
88 Ned Wyldo, tho Boy Scout. By Tom J .
51 The Boy llii'oat or. The Undo and Camp. By A. C.Irons.
95 The Rivni Rover” or. The roobootors oitho Mia-ith
By Liont.~Col. Houltlno.
98 Robin Ilood. the ()utlswod Earl; orfl'ho Morry Lion of Croon‘
wood. B Prof. Gildmlun.
105 Old RI e. the Hunter; or. The Crow Captive. By Cw.
Hamilton Holman.
119 'll'he loll "Inter: or, '1 boCavo of Duth. By Barb-Ian.
1B4 'll‘ippy. the Texnnt or. The Young Champion. Dy Coup
. colon.
1.8 The Young Privateer: or, Tho Pirate's Stronghold. By
Barry nvendish.
148 Bhnrp Bonn; or, The Advoniuros ot a Mandi.- Boy. By J.
Aloxondor Patton. u
a? Dusky Darrell, T por: or, The Gran Bangor of tho Yol-
lowl no. FBv Edwardht "i 1:. Y no 8 a ‘M
£61 Fergus enrnnng o ow y. . .
I66 Killh’nr. the Guide: onsty gtmkott'a Crooked 'i‘rdi
By Bruin C. D. Warren.
.98 Red Clnw. the Ono-l:de Trsppor, 01.130 Maid oi tho Ciil.
By Captain Comotock.
817 Peneoek Pete. the Lively Lad tron Loodvillo. By “or
tenant Alfred Thorno.
"8 The Sky Detective t or. A Boy": light ior Llio and Honor.
3 Msior Mickey I'm.
850 Eyed Ralph. the River Rover: 01,“. Brotbar’a Io-
vcszo. By Nod Bun tline.
5 Baltimore Ben “I. 30°")le Demure. B A. P. Honk.

:14 comm.“ Ton-t or. Ben’s Donhio Match. 0 n. In...
876 finlifornin Joe's Pint Trnil. By Coo-oi The“

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an Billy non-bane“. tho cmr cumin. By I. a. want...
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on Ariel the At late. liy David Druid.

Will Wntcrs, tlo Bov l'cmt. Bv H.Inton.

an The F‘otoctive‘s Double. Br Ger-H Carib-

7.1 Maverick Mose, the Arizona Detective; «.leasnl oi

as Pm. By Will Liunbeo.

809 Don Danton, the Gout from Donver. BY Kink MI “.9
U. S. Secret Serviea Corps.

814 Ave High. the Frisco Dotociivr. By C. 1- NW

880 The Grim Lodger! in Rn Alley; of. an M
of Numbar Seven. By Ben D. Ha "day.

By I. G. Mao.

881 The Chicogo Drum-er's Deni.
341 Prints: ctr-mo, the Cnt’o— Pow sport. to Mu-

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861 Billy Brine tho Swamp Pox. DyChs. F.
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BY ED‘YARD L. \VHEELER.
Deadwood Dick Novels.
1 Deadwood chk the i‘rtnrert th Road.
20 Deadwood Dicks! lDeiIaI1('-z of, imnhlv DRFNYI‘
:? llD'ead'woodi  l‘n llDli-gzni-c; or. Bullal/ Ben
D em woo c n l- ‘at-tie.
{a Reagwuufi “[19:91 [ramming m, The i’nnntnin Miner.
. ea woo c' n anger: or.l)nar Oil.
5? Deadwood Dick‘s l‘illglon; or,'l'he P'nr'tlhni Flood Bar.
7% neatllwood  onl Deck: Hr. ('alaIv-ltv .‘ "Hallie Heroine
7 eat wool c ‘n .nut Act: vr. Corduru,‘ Charlie.
100 Deadwood Dick In Leathlllc.
 ::eagwoog :::c|i;"fl Dink-e: or,'ll'e Double Cross Sign
ea woo c an Dctcethr.
 IID'endiwoor‘l‘ I'D’ilcilt“: I'Douhlelz‘or. Th» Gilunmn‘s Gullch Ghost.
eat woo c ' - tome an" or, ilnml! iiii .
149 Deadwood chk'u Biz Htrikc;'nr, A (hone ni Gnld.
160 Deadwood Dick 0! Deadwood: 0r,'lhe pli‘ltrd Party.
19» Deadwood Dick‘n Dream: or, The Rivnla oi the Road.
201 Deadwood IDiok’n “ ard: or, The liiaek iiill’chzrhel.
4:2 #eaflwood :::('i|::l llD'oonii§’nr.:IHIuniitthme‘s Adventure.
r on woot c ' I out (a .
22I Deadwood Ichk’tI Dcath-l’lant.
932 Gold-Dull. Dick. A Rimmnre of Rough and Tnuzha.
268 Deadwood Dick’s Divide ' or, The. Spirit ol'Swnmp Lake.
.68 Deadwood Dick’n Death ‘rall.
309 Dead“ ood Dick’n Deal: or, The Gold Brick niOrezon.
8&1 Deadwood Dick’n Dozen; or,The Fnklr oi i'hnntom Flat:
.47 Deadwood Dick‘n Dncatn: or, Dnya in the Di ginga.
  I'D’I'?i'(“S(inlt:-|I'Iced3 or, The Turrible ondetta.
D i ' 1 II.
405 Deadwood Dick III Dead City.
4ND Deadwood Dick’n Diamonds.
421 Deadwood Dick in New York: or, A “Cth Case.
480 Deadwood Dick’n Dun-t: nr.Tha Chained Hand.
443 Deadwood Dick, .lr.: or, ’iiu- Crimson Creaceut Sign.
 “eagwoot:  grin, ilelilnrlce.‘
ea W001 c '. r. I 11 am .
459 Deadwood chk' Jr.'l BI ' R d- ' .
462'. Deadwood Int-k' .Irsu' Itth-kt-i'ua'i 011:1... 10.
431 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’n ('orrai; or, Bowman Bill.
 ,Deahlwood  sink; D122 I‘Detec‘tlive.
ca wom c '. r. n emuoo .
491 Deadwood Dick, Jrfin, Compact.
 :cagwood  Jr.:n. linheritance.
ea wood 1" Jr... II In I.
608 Deadwood Dlek: .Dr.’n. Def t'eI-Iance.
615 Deadwood chk .lr.‘n l’rotegee.
522 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’l, Three.
529 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’t-, Danger Ducks.
53-1 [Deadwood Dick. Jr)» Death llunt.
589 Deadwood Dick, Jr.. In Texan.
git ii°“‘i“‘°°‘l ii"'i‘.' 11'" "‘° “did “it‘ll?”
eat “'00! no r. on u. e e.
554 Deadwood Dick: Jr.: in Gotham.
501 Deadwood Dick, r., In Bolton. -
607 Deadwood Dick, Jr., In Philadelphia.
572 Deadwood Dick. Jr., In Chicago.
2:“ Deadlwood I'D’I'ek. Jr" ‘Aillllilli.
--l cm wood ck. or” n Denver.
590 Deadwood Dick. .Ir.'-, Decree.
595 Deadwood Dick Jr.. In iieclzehub’n Basin.
000 Deadwood Dick, Jr., at. Concy Inland.
:it‘Dg “eagwogg  grim! Lfadville Lay.
i ‘ ca wo c , r. n Detroit.
a llD'eudlwtx‘il moi. in. 1].. (“\lnchhnatl.
, ' eat w c' r. n . eva n.
630 Deadwood Dick; Jr.: In No Man’n Land.
680 Deadwood Dick. Jr.. After the Queer.
012 Deadwood Dick Jr.. In Bull’nlo.
618 Deadwood Dick, .Dr.’-, Chane Acrmu theOontlneat
654 Deadwood Dick. .lr.. Among the litnugglern.
600 Deadwood DleL, .Dr.‘n, lunarunce Cane.
600 Deadwood Dick, .Dr.. Back ill the Hillel.
6?’ Deadwood lDIck, fin, in Durango; «>r.“tinthered In."
 I'D'eagwtbtttl “let, in”: llDl-(oolvery;tyr,Found|F0llnne.
on wood lc ', r.‘n. Danz e.
690 Deadwood Dick, Jr.‘n. Dollnrn.
095 Deadwood Dick. Jr. at Dan er Divide
lI00 Deadwood Dick. Jr."-, Drop.g .
:0: ReacllwootIi  sin, Int filacli-‘Iwot.i
e1“ woo. c ' r. u an <rauc No.
no Deadwood Dlek, .rrn’. sun llnnt.
 ::efl.t‘l\l'0.(‘l 'Dllclk, grim 11:;Dlllil30cl.
em want i c ' r. I. until-e.
734 Deadwood Dick: Jr.’~, Donhle Deni
740 Deadwood Dick Jr.’r. Deathwatch.
:4: 3"“th iii‘i" 3'4" 
5° em woo ' ' r. Fat 11'.
75" Deadwood Dll-k; .I In":| IDl-Iptl-ria‘le Strait.
76-1 Deadwood Dick, .lr.’u, Lone Hand.
 Reggwoog lDicli‘.’,- .lt'.:n I‘M-feat. i
. v . , v . n I I n .
m "twain... "iii; 3:: l.i.‘.'i'it.§_i.‘."‘
73‘: Deadwood Dick Jr., Dciled.
792 Deadwood Dick. Jr.’a. Douhlc Device.
'39? Deadwood Dick, Jr’nu. Deuperaie Venture.
80$ Detdwood Dick, Jr.:l, Dlamimdl Dice.
     

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822 Deadwood Dick‘, .lr.’r', Boom.
828 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’u. Scoop.
884 Deadwood Dick, .lr.’-, l'rox .
840 Deadwood Dick, Jr.'u, (‘lntc .
845 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’t-, Iiigh "one.
859 Deadwood Dick Jr., at DevII’II Gulch.
858 Deadwood Dick, .lr.‘n, Death-"ole Iluntioc
293 ii°23'““".’1i iii‘i" i""."°.'t“"'l"""

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876 Deadwood Dick. Jr’u Decoy Duck.
88% Deadwood Dick, Jr. In Filver Pocket.
39! Deadwood Dick. Jr)», Dendfiure Gallo.
899 Deadwood Dick, Jr.’n, Douhle Drive.
90-1- Deadwood chk, Jr.’n. Trade-Mark.
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92x Deadwood Dick: Jr. n Dollnrville. '
984 Deadwood Dick Jr.. at Flue-h Flatt!-
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931 Deadwood Dick: Jim. night Bowie-1:.
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9" Deadqu Dick.'Jr.'n.,0nth.
97? Deadwood Dick. Jr.’n, Death-Doom.
930 Deadwood Dick, Jr.‘n, Beltl‘ard.
99$ Deadwood Dick, Jr., at Gold Duet.
998 Deadwood Dick, Jr.‘-. Big l’lay.

BY WM. R. EYSTER.

190 'Dnnlly Daer or. The Tin" oi High Pine.
.10 I‘aro Frank: hr, Dnndv D-rlo’l (lo-Down Park
818 ' ‘Ilo Ila-tier Rogue-Catcher.
888 Poker Pete’s Double Dodge.
851 File Tic-To rt 3 or, High Hauling at Sin-Cl" FM.
888 Monte Foul. t. e Sport.
90! Diamond Da vr, the Giledgo Shooter,
iii 9””? P‘Vu’l,‘ Puma 3 7: hi it

0 nova chunk n.

Billy 11 MP: Ron-man‘s or The Rook-Ravm’ Root-Ont.

90' F‘le F ' 1"er a: Ilard an
909 go 6 rrfiuriv-S adowert or. Clark’s Clooo Sh".

It Ill lion-nan; «r. e Bur-Tumor’l Dag-in,

00. Six-1'0“ ol, the sharp-Shooter.

  

 

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Other Novels by 1‘}. L. \Vheeler.

80 Rosebud Bob; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight.
 “oi-elm“: IIgo'h IDlll Ilnnd: v\r,lii1l,tlit'tiirl Miner.
one Illt o r'n lea t-t-arnncc: or. Photo m :h Phil.
121 Bout-bud lioh’n ('haflcuue: or, (‘innnmnn f‘htlp.
27? Delner Doll. the Delrflth‘ Queen: or, 11.. Yunuggsumumd
2M Denver Doll‘n Victory: nr. Shuli :m-i ('r‘usfihulleu.
3W5 Denver Doil'n Decoy; or. Little Bill's Bonanza.
296 Denver Doll‘n Drill; or. The Road ann,
80‘ Yreka .llm. the Hold-tinthcrcv: or. 'i’h» Life Lottery.
87 Y rcLa Jim’n l’rlzc: "r. 'lh.- \\'ltl\'tw it: “4.1... [‘y.
8N5 Y reka .Iirn‘n Joker; or, The Rivals of Red Ni 58.
894 Yreka .llm ol' Y uha Dam.
909 Fritz. the liouliii-lki)‘ llrtev‘live: or, lint ln‘t‘ilt‘ Game,
218 Fritz to the Front: or, The Yenlrllnqtlisi Hunter
2“ Nierra ‘nm, th. l‘rwntivr l'eri'vt. ur. _-\ .‘itlicr'r Drvulion,
2431 Sierra Ram’— i‘eeret: or, The lilmnh‘ For-{print},
258 Hierra San-’11 l’ard; or. The Angel i-i liiu Vista.
258 Sierra Sam'n Seven; or. 'l‘hc Stolen iiride.
33.; Kangaroo Kit; or. The, Myrna-inns Miner.
‘89 Kangaroo Kit‘n Backct: or. 1 hr l'lltil‘ ni' Plnyrd-O
39 Death-Face. Detective; or, l.iiu in New York.
90 “"11tch-l‘lye thv ih-twtiw: or. Ar.h1aniniA.igcls.
“rota-Edged imk, m.- s n mom.
115 Captain Ferret. tiw .{ivw Yuri. Detective.
16! New York Nell, the tiny—Girl Dehi'tive.
i326 Th0.I A rnh Detective: or, snouzyr, the Buy Sharp.
891 Turk the Boy Ferret.
825 Kelley, Illckev .1' (‘o.. thr- ih-tt-rtiw'n of Philadelphia.
343 31 illlhllllllll Nlike, (he Bowery ilctw'tive.
400 “'rlnklen, the Nigltt-“r'ntrh Detective.
416 "lle "at Harry. the lillbr Ball itch-Hive.
420 Sam Hlubuldon. the lirggnr-liov Detective.
434 Jim Beak and I'nl. Private Detectivcl.
26 (,‘loven Iloot‘, the iiuirulu lirnmn: Hr. 'i‘hu llurilrr \‘nlturon
32 Bolt “'ooll': or,le Girl Dead-Shut
5 (Did Avalanche: or, \‘i‘ilrl Minn, ti.» Girl Brigand.
53 Jim Blnduoe. Jr.. the tiny Ph.-nix.
01 Bnckhorn Bill: ~12le ltrd liitie Team
92 Canada (‘het ; or. Old Annmndn in Sitting Bull'| Camp.
113 Jack Hoyle the Young Speculator.
195 Bonanza “Ill. Miner: or. Madam Myllery, the Forget.
188 “out! Bob the King of lionthlackg.
141 Solid Sam, the- Box Road-Agent: or, The Branded Brown.
17? Nohh Nick of Nevada: or, The Sierra! St‘fllllpl.
It'll “'ild rank the Buvkskin Bravo: on i.:1tl)'l.ll}"slmve.
2311 Apollo "Ill, the 'l'mil Tornado: or, Rowdy Katc.
.40 Cyclone Kit. thv Young illuliiutur. or, The lwt‘kell Valley.
273 Jumbo Joe, lhe ilny i’ntrul: or. 'i'llr Riml Hours.
830 Little Quick-Shot; or, l'ha Dead Face «tillaxgenvillo.
858 First-0 and Fred. 'he Gent trun. Gopher.
82W Nahob Ned: or. The Saw: nl SI-th City.
Bill. (‘0th Kit. illl' Ki! 1: i t' Kl(l\; or, A Yillnin‘s Vengeance.
‘88 salt” Fe Sal, the Slasher; or. A Snu‘fi anmumi’r.
“0 Seal-kin Ham. the, Sparkle“ or The Tribunal 01 Ten.
913 Kit Keith. t e Rcw: urSputtvr.
922 flol Sharpe. the New York Night-llawk.
948 (Did Day-need Among Bunco Men.
1001 Banty, the Denver Bootblack.

BY J. C. (‘OYYDRICIC

490 Broadway Billy. thc iiootblnck Bravo.

514 Broadway Billy‘s Boodle: 0!,(Ilealinx nStrange Case

580 Broadway Billy's- ‘DIlnkilty.“

557 Broadway Billy":- Dcath Bucket.

579 Broadway Bill)“: Surprlne Party.

605 Broadway Billy; or,'l'hr Buyiletertiw'lliiz inninv.

023 Broadway Biliy’n Dead Act: 0r. The- Length-MSW“.

069 Broadway illy Abroad: nr,'1'he ikmtbinrk in Frisco.
75"» Broad way Billy‘n Bent; Indicating Sun Franciocu'aFlnost.

6R7 Broadway Billy ill Clover.

000 Broadway Billy in Texan; or, The River Rnstlers.

708 Broadway Billy’s Brand.

7]] Broadway Blin at Santa Fe: or.'l'hn- Clever Deal.

720 Broadway Bllly‘n Tall "and: nr,’l‘he Gunin Detective.

5 Broadway Billy’n Bunincn.

73; Broadway Billy‘n (‘urionn Cutie.

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Broadway Billy In Denver.

Broadway Billy‘u Bargain: or, The Tim-e Detective.
769 Broadway Billy, the iirtrivwr lll'iet'ilve.

.3 Broadway Bill)": Shadow Chane.

.93 Broadway Biliy'~ Beazlcng or,Tlic 'l'rin‘l Quest.
’Xflti Broadway Bill) '-I Team: or, The (‘onthine‘u iiix I’Ill.
790 Broadway Bill)".- Brlxade: 0r.Tlie Dead Alive.
796 Broadway i '\'~ Queer Bequest.

#00 Broadway Bill Boiled.

’80.”) Broadway Bill 'n til nal Scoop.

810 Broadway Itltly'u “' pe Dnt.

815 Broadway lilil)‘: Bank Racket.

82I Broadway Billy‘n Bluff.

8'30 Broadway lillly Amour Jersey Thugs.

~33 Broadway Billy’n Balt .

889 Broadway Billy'- Big Boom.

844 Broadway Billy'- Blg Bulge.

849 Broadway Billy‘- flltrthotltl Snap.

850 Broadway Billy'- Blind: m. The Bovtbllck Stowaway.
#02 Broadway Billy in London.

mil-i Broadway Billy Fhadowu London Slumn.

$474 Broadway Billy'u French (lame.

880 Broadway Billy and the Bomb-Throwers.

.00 fillver-Lluk. tho Man of Myutary; or, The Golden Keys.
809 Shanta, the. Gold Ring; 0r, ForSeven Year- Dad.

420 The Deteetlve’l Ageprenticet or, A Boy Without a Nam
‘94 CIbuta John: “Y. d-Hot Time- at Auto Bar.

489 liandy flan. tho Strut Scout.

467 Illneo Dan. the Daily Undo

500 Bedli ill. Ralph the Prince of the Road.

524 The -nllnoer Detective: or. lelight Rnlph‘u Renoir.
549 Mart, the Night. Expretu Detective.

571 AirJdle Luke the Young Engineer; or, The Double Can
592 The Boy Pinkerton; or, Running the Rulcnla Out.

015 Fighting llnrr the Chip! of Chained Cvclone.

040 Bareback Bet. , the Centaur of the Circle.
'IVMWHMP Tilly, ilir Mrrrhnnt’l Ward.

659 Woonlight Morgan tho “ Plurmt ” Mu of Auto Bu.
8"? Battery Bob. the Dock Detective.

894 Ari-ona Dick'n “i e-Dut.

000 Jumpinr Jaek‘n uhilee.

906 Safety Ah-, the {‘31-}. Sport.

91% Train Boy Tri-th Bot Baltic,

MN The Trumo Dork-Boy.

924 m. Boot- “oh, the rue-Laddle.

980 Bil-tier Ralph. the Boy Spotter.

our. The Ex-Ncw-boy Detective-'1: Churn.

941 The Bowling Green Dctectivc‘n Drop.

’44 Cowboy Charlie’s Double.

947 The Bowery 1N rel-tier: or. The Butcher-Boy’l Backer.
958 Paddy‘n Trump Card; or. Silver Sallie, the Girl Sport.
960 The Broadway Sport: or. Fiver Fred's Clear Can.
9“? .1000 Reward: or, Tim Riv-ti Repomn' Sink Scoop.
978 Bantam Billy. the Corker-Ferret.

978 Pluckr Put. the Street-Boy Detective.

989 Bleyclc Bob’s "at Search.

997 Searcher 8a.. the Dentin on What:

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BY WILLIAM PERRY 'BROWNE.

956 Brooklyn Bob's finite; or, Dodnr Dot'l Di—ond Buy.
908 The. Rant-Mlle Spottrn Oh'rmuinz Ilowl the Big Tim»
974 Did ant'l Dark Dealt 0r, \iincr Hat's Iri-n Grip.

 

BI'FI“A1.0 BILL NOVELS.

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

1000 Buil'alo Bill'u Decoy B031.

995 Bull’nlo Blil'rA Drop: n-r. “cud-Shot Ned , the Kansas Kid.
ans Bulfan Bili'.~ LII-nun '1'hr0“('rl.

981 Bnifalo Bill‘n Fightin Five.

97.1 Bull'an Bill'n Iiille.‘ loll.

96" Buffalo Blil'n Bunh Bide: or, Sure-Shot. the inch-Fl!"-
964 Bull'an Blll‘n Deco) ; or. The Arizona Crick Shut.
95h Bull'an Bill‘n Maze]! a~(‘hatle.

94.9 Bull'an Blll‘n Snap-h tot : or. Wild Kid's Texan Tally
942 Bull'an Bill's 'l'on h Tum-1e.

936 Buifaio Bill‘n Boy . 1|ne0l;or,.loe Jarvis’ iinld-up.
929 Buffalo BIII'A (‘rack-nhot Ford.

050 Bull'an Bill‘u Boy Paul: or, limtcrily Will'-
210 Bin-on Bill. the l'riller oi the Reinl.
222 Biron Bili’u (‘incz or. Grit, the Know Sport.

BY BUFFALO B“ L.
55 Deadly-Eye. the Unknown Scent. or, The. Banded motherhood

6" Border Robin Hood; 01*,The Prairie Rover.
158 Fancy Frank of Colorado; or, The Trapper”: Trout.

BY CAPT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, 11. S. A.

191 Bulfan Billy, the Boy Builwhacker.
194 Bull-lo Bill a Bett or. The Gambler Guide.

DY COL. I'REY'I‘ISS INGRAIIAM.

982 New York Nat'n Dro l: or, Ex-Fcrret Sykua' Bold Gum
926 New York Nut and t 1e ’I raitor Ferret. ’
020 New York Nat Trapped.
914 New York Nnt'n 'l hree oi“ a Kind.
90K New York Nat”:- Double.
902 New York an’u in Colorado.
890 New York Nat in Gold Nugget Camp.
#39 Sew York Nat’n Deadly Deni.
Fit-(ii h'cw York Nnt'n Crook-Chane.
“7’? New York Nat’n Trump (‘ard.
“7| New York Nut and the Brave Ghouln.
Hot» New York Nnt’u Marked Maneot.
#59 New York Nat. the (Jiunln Detective.
853 Dick Doom’n kldnnpper Knock-Dut.
847 Dick Doom‘u 'I'en Ftrike.
N42 Dick Doom‘n Finn-h "and. Y
72 Dick Deonl'u IFcnth-Grip: or,'l‘he Dctoctive by Deathly,
7?? Dick Doom‘n Der-tiny; or, 'Ihr River Blackleg'l Terror. ,1
7R! Dick I- or. lhe Sharps and Sharks oi New York.
735 Dick In In lloutont or, A Man of Many Links.
793 Dick Doom .n (hit-nun.
798 lch ' Doom In the \\ Ild “'eI-t.
803 Dick Doom'n (‘Iean S“ cep; or, Five Links in l Clu-
808 Dick Doom’u Death (‘lue.
Hl8 Dick Doo 1’: Diamond Deal.
819 Dick Doom’n Girl uncut.
829 Dick Dooln‘n Shadow Hunt.
835 Dick Doom’u Biz ilnnl.
7-11 Danhing (‘harliez or The Kentucky Tenderioot’l Fint Trail.
750 Dav-hing ('hnrile’n Der-tiny: or,’l'he Renegade) Captive.
760 Dav-hing ( harlie‘u l'awuee l’ard.
760 Dar-hing Charlie, the RPH'IWY.
497 Back Taylor, Kim 01 the Cowboys. .
73? Buck Taylor. thv (lllltnlit‘he'r (‘n utivo.
743 nut-k Taylor». Boy-u: 4r.'l'ho~ lie Riiiernoitha Rio Grande.
560 l’llwnee Bill, the Prairie Shadower.
713 Pnuvnoc "In; NY. Curl, the Mall Cowboy.
719 Pawnee Blll‘n I’ledxe: on'lhe Cowboy-Doom.
’(25 Pawnee Bill: Ur. l‘nrinuliiik.
092 Bedt‘ern‘u (‘nrloun (hoe: m, The Rival Sharps.
’2 Iledl‘ern at ch1Il'u Bunch; or,'l'he Shan from Tutu.
702 Bedtern’n High "and: ur, lilue Jacket.
707 Redi'ern'n 1.11M Trail: «r.'llw lied SombrmRnngels.
And I’Ii‘ty Dthern.

BY '1‘. J. FLANAGAV.

909 Midnhlpman Dare. the Pirate Catcher.
925 The Y ounfi (‘ou boy Captain. .
938 The Two .Ildt-hlpmen; or, The L‘ormir-(‘huer’l First
Frolic. t
949 The Three Lieutenant!
959 The Haucot Middy : or. The Four Commnndrn.
906 Fighting JIM-k lh'huhricl.
932 Fighting Jal'k'n Midniqu or, Dandy Dick’s Dash.
9'99 Jack Lung, lh. Przvnteur lwv t.
"Y 1.11‘11'T. A. 1‘. SIMS.
599 Tom-Cat and I’m-d: or.'l‘h:- Dead Set at Silver City..
“22 'l‘uuhfuti.‘ ’l‘rhul; 1-)“. 'l'ilr Ali'nir at 'l'oniiunlnnr.
681 Tom (‘at’n Terrible Tank: or, 'ilu- Cowhoy Detective.
639 Tom-(‘at’n Triumph 01',Dll('k lhm'nGn-at Comm“.
5-10 Captain (‘lK'tnu’ the ltapnrrnl i nth; or, Junh’! Ten Strike
56$ The Dandy of Dodge: "r. thlinz itrr Million.
5?“ The flu“... spurt; nr. Josh i‘cH-enuint‘a Jubilee.
5m; saffron Roi, the Man With a Shadow
“01 Ha p ’ flaunt, ‘le Dutch \‘ithcq: or. lint Timeout Round—Up-
611 BIISIII Barnacle, the Deicctivc Herculcs.
040 Cowboy Gldn the t‘nttlc-iinnzc lDetAX‘ich.
057 “’arbllag “'llliam the Mountain Mouulebank.
605 Jolly Jeremiah, the i’laim Detective.
670 Ritual “all. thr Lookout Scout.
689 Billy, the Gym-y Spy: or, ’I he Mvslcn‘ at Two Linn.
699 Simple film, the Brunt-ho hunter: or. For Big Staten.
712 The Hemmer-int Sportt or, The Myltiiiod Detective.
788 Tuitoe Tom. the Mini Prophet-tor.
745 Karim Jim, the (‘x-uu-(‘ut Detcrtivo.
Till larmaduke, the MIIIMDKCY Drtutive.
778 The Buntler of Rolling Stone.
7’15 Lone “and Joe. the Cmnmiimoi On.
801 Kent Kirby, the High-Kicker irom Killbnck.
838 The Doctor Date otive in Texas.
972 Two Show-Ic- lieteetlveo In Colorado.
987 The Texan Firrhrnnd: or. Brno- Billy’l Shayna.
961 The Tramp'n Tramp-Trick.

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