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2 Deadwood Dick’s Disguise.

 

Deadwood Dick’s Disguise;

on.
WILD WALT, THE SPORT.

BY EDWARD L. WHEELER,
amen or “ DEADme max” sovars, are.

CHAPTER I.
8 WA M r L A K E .

A SUMMER sunset had just died out leaving
the gloamigg creering over the earth.

Doom ay’s erry, the frogs croaked noisily
in the swamp that bordered the edge of the
as]? of water and gave to it its name—Swamp

e.

A queer place it was, just like which few
other 'places existed, and it had a history, too.

Nos ing -down in the rugged mountainous
region, w ere the 'blufls of four ranges towered
above like m monarchs, and reflected their
wee-crown tops in the water, the lake was one
purporting to held many secrets.

It was by crossing this lake that parties who
desired to push through the mountains in either
direction, saved a roundabout trip of many
mila' distance, as well as much over-mountain

traveL

3% I over Swamp Lake, they were
one. led to to ow on through the pass without
much trouble.

Hence had an enterprising mountaineer,
named Dan Doomsday, built a huge raft, by the
aid of which he could transport vehicles and

ngers from one shore to another.

Atadollar a head, therefore, Dan the first year
med enough to build a more pretestioug flat-
boat, for the accommodation of his patrons.

The distance across the lake was not over
three quarters of a mile, and only the straight
gate across it was navigable for a large boat.

ytwo-thirds of the la a being swampy and
vi wooded.

: F'Ar'back into the mountains ran this timbered

 

I tract of’water, and many were the wild stories

told of ttlze e fieiige ofl thosebwho hhagiadaéti-
tempted exp ore e g oomy ranc -s
watery corridors—fabulous yarns, for the most
part. which no one credited.

At the water’s edge, on the eastern side of the
mountain-locked basin, Old Dan had built him a
«him while in the immediate vicinity was an-
other habitation, over the door of which was the

“JACOB SOLOMONS,
Bonn, SALOON, Gaocanv. Posr40rrxca, 8w."

Solomons wasa Jew of a speculative turn of
mind, and located at the Ferry. anticipating
that some day a oung city would spring up
tme. and he won d be prepared to reap a bar-

v

He ana Old Dan were the only inhabitants of
the embryo settlement, and, therefore, hated each
“be? Gordian]. neither ever speaking unless it
was a business neceui

\ ty.
I The evening alluded to was a balmy one, and

 

Dan and Jacob sat upon their respective door—
steps glaring meditativer at each other, while
they puffed silently away at their pipes.
he day had passed without bringing a single

customer to the Ferry, consequent] not a pcnn y
to the pockets of either Jacob or aniel, which
was something strange, as travel was generally
brisk on account of new discoveries of gold in
the hills.

But the monotony was not to be 11*! t unbroken.

When the shadows were beginning to grow
thick over and about the water, a heavy vehicle
of the “ prairie-schooner” order, draWn by four
a anking mules, came through the gap to the

erry, as if in a hurry.

On the front seat of the wagon a onng wo-

man was acting in the capacity of ( river, and ‘

seemed to understand how to handle the reins
perfectly well.

Old Dan Doomsday, who counted himself a
judge of human good and bad looks, at once set
the fair Jehu down as a “l‘eg‘lnr stunner ” for
beauty.

In truth she was pretty, and Dan rose from
his seat as be tipped his hat, to which Solomons,
across the way. responded with a grunt of con-
tempt and envy.

The fair driver was apparently about eighteen
years of age with a gracefully rounded figure
and a face w ich glowed with the rose-tint of
perfect health.

Her mouth was coquettishly pretty; her eyes
sparkled with spirit; her hair, which fell in a
wavy shower over her shoulders, was of a nut-
brown color. ‘

She .was plain] yet neatly dressed in 'a suit
of dark gray, an wore a sort of straw sombrero
upon her head.

“ Evenin’ tew ye. miss l” accosted Dan Dooms-
day, as be tipped his slouch and well-worn felt
hat. ,"‘Got hyar n leetle too late for the ferry,

see.

“ Is that so? Can we not get over the lake to-
night?” the rl asked, her face showing her
anxiety and sappointment.

“ Reckon not, mum. Jest turned in fer the
night, ye see, an’ it's too dark to get across now.
Hev to wait till tar—mom. sure pop! Take ye
over ther first thing in the mornin’, but ye see
et ain’t safe on them aire waters at night, I tell
'e!

“Not safe? Why not? Have you pirates on
such a sheet?" the girl demanded.

“Yes. Yeou jest whacked the nail on the
head then, you bet! This hyar ragin’ sheet has
got pirates; an’ arter ye ut out yer hosses I kin
oblige ye wi’ a full description 0’ the hull affair.
Got any one with ye?" .

“ 0f course—my mother, who is sick!” the

girl replied. “We are on our way to the Hern-
don mines to join my father. Our name is
Laurel—my name is Kate. We would very

much like to cross over and continue our jour-
ney to-night, sir!”

‘ Yes, I resume so, but e see no amount 0’
money can] induce me to s ove ther ferry out
at this hour. Et's a ticklish feelin’ I have
around my spine even at day. So I reckon
you‘ll hev ter accept ’commodations at my how-
tel tar-night, where ye kin get a good square
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“ Dot ish one meestake, mine dear shildl”
shouted Solomons, who, from his doorwayI had
been anxiously listening to the conversation.
“ Dot veller ish Von liar, und he sheat you mit
your monish oud. He half noddink to eat but
deadt buzzard; but I huff de ferry pest in der
market. You vant to sdop at der first glass
hotel—" ‘

“ Shet up, you sneak of aJew !” roared Dooms-
day. “ Ef ya don’t, I’ll waltz over thar an’
cram you down your own throat; ye miserable
pork-stealer l”

“ Yankee! Yankee !” flung back Solomons.
“ You vash no goot. You ish a pork-t’ief und a
plackleg every dimes!”

With a roar, Dan started toward the saloon,
but with a taunting laugh the Jew darted in-
side and slammed the door shut.

“ Oh! if I ever catch that Dutch thief I’ll mu-
tilate him!” the ferryman muttered, as he re-
turned and helped Kate to unhitch the mules.

When they were picketed out to graze, Mrs.
Laurel was assisted from the wagon into the
cabin.

She was a middle-aged woman, who showed
traces of former beauty, but was now pale and
emaciated from long suffering with consumption.

After she was comfortably arranged upon a
couch of skins in the cabin, Old Doomsday pro-
ceeded to get supper, in the primitive fashion of
the frontier, and soon had a relishable repast of
roast bear-meat, “ hard—tack,” and coffee set be-
fore his guests, to which they did justice.

“ Yas," Dan went on to sa , as he cleared
away the cooking utensils, “ ’ve been kcepin’
things a-joggin’ heer now fer two year an’ over,
an’ I’ve had a pile o’ ther ladies relish my cock-
in’, but ye. het Jew over thar occasionally
ketches on some, but they get sick of livin’ on
forks an’ ns. An’, as fer not takin’ ye across
the lake. I ll tell e. It’s ha’nted I”

“ Haunted!" iss Kate Laurel exclaimed,
contemptuously. “Oh, fudge i”

“No fudge erbout it, I tell ye. It’s ha’nted
jest as sure as my name is Old Dan Doomsday—
not ha’nted wi’ superstitious imaginations, but
wi’fienuine bony-tide ghosts.”

te laughed heartily at the idea, while Mrs.
Laurel turned pale with apprehension.

“ Well. now, I’d just like to see a real ghost,
I would,” the girl declared. “ I ain’t a bit of a
coward, and I just love anything romantic like
ghosts and the like.” v

“ Bet ye, ye wouldn’t say that ef ye war ter‘

git skeered by one o’ the infernal critters once!”
Dan protested, with earnestness. “But I’ll tell
ye the story, an’ then you’ll see for yourself that
thar’s somethin’ curious about the matter. Did
ye ever hearn tell of the chap w’at used ter be so
much talked about up nor’-west, an’ who called
hiseelf Deadwood Dick?” _ r

Kate Laurel uttered an exclamation of sur-

rise.

“ Why, indeed, I have!” she replied. “I’ve
read much of his daring acts and have some-
times almost fancied myself in love with him,”
and she laughed merriljy. ~

“ Humphl” and 01 Doomsday shrugged his
shoulders. “ Ye must be a. user piece of that’s

er taste. Why, most gals aint at mention of
"a name. But,.heer’s ther story, sech as it is,

 

an’ I hope ye won’t hev ther nighthoss through
heerin’ it:

“ Waal, I s’pose you've hearn tell ther pranks,
or many of ’em, what that aire dare—devil cut

‘up; but hyar’s ther latest. Et war jest about

a year ago that he come hyar to my ferry, one
night, like you kim to-night, an’ wanted me ter
tote him over. I’d just tied up, an’ told him I
couldn’t shove out again till mornin’, nohow, at
which he got nervous, and offered me a big pile
o’ rocks ter put him on t’other side, but I
couldn’t see ther p’int.

“ Ye see, once on a time, 11f) in ther hills. the
galoot cleaned out a stage war on, an’ tuk
every cent I had; but tho’ I remembered him,
and made up my mind to not favor him, he
knew nothin’ of me.

“ Waal, seein’ he couldn’t git across, he con-
cluded to wait till mornin’, tho‘ I could see that
he war as nervous as a hen on a hot griddle, an’
evidently expectin’ some one.

“ He had a hoss with him, packed up as of he
war goin’ on a long journey, and he picketed
that cluss ter ther shore, as if he war anxious
ter be 011' ther fu’st thing in the morning.

“ I tried ter query out what ther diflckelty
was, but it warn’t no use; he was as mum as a
mice. I reckoned thar was somethin’ the rum-
pus—mebbe officers after him~an’ resolved not
to help him off till niornin’, nohow.

“ And about ten o’clock, when ther moon war
jest peepin’ over ther ran e, an’ we war settin’
out 0’ doors, nigh to the cat, we heard ther
clatter 0’ horses’ feet, an’ Deadwood Dick sprung
to his feet excitedly. .

“ ‘ It’s just as I expected,’ he cried; ‘ the
devils aire after me. I’ll give you a thousand
dollars, old man, to get me over that lake.’

“ I shook my head, and told him I -warn’t
goin’ tar get myself inter trouble. .
“ ‘Then, may the curse of Deadwood Dick
rest upon you and this place forever "he cried,
fiercely. ' Do you see that horse. pon it is a
hundred thousand dollars in gold. The man
who heads the wolves you hear approaching,
was my partner in a big find. A week ago we
finished our work, and made a division. Not
content with his own share, the rascal would"
take my part of the divide from me, assisted as
he is by a pack of human wolves. Before he
shall do that I will sink the divide in the mid-
dle of yon lake, and haunt eve person who

thereafter crosses the water by nig tl”

“ J eminy! but thet ar’ feller war in dead earn-
est, too. He hit me a sudden soaker in the
bazoo, that nearly stood me on my head, an"-
leapiu’ onto ther horse, he spurred it straight,
inter ther lakel’

The old man stopped then, and stroked his

rizzly heard a moment at the same time nod—
ding his head, grimly:

“ What then?” Kate asked, with apparent in-
terest.

“ Waal, ye might knowl” Doomsda said.
“ No man could ever swim across that keen
hossback, an’ darned few kln do it alone, wi’.
their tugs on, you beti Waal inter ther lake
went Deadwood Dick an’ his 088, an’ ye can
bet ther animile swum beautiful till it got nigh
about half-way across; then hoes an’ rider went
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He looked at a. clock on the mantle, and then
arose and went to the window.

“ Come here i” he gasped, a minute later.

Kate Laurel arose and approached the win-
dow, and her gaze followed the course indicated
by Doomsday s flnfier.

Outu n the la 6 the moonlight was fallin
with bri liant radiance, giving a rather spectra
eflect to every object upon which it rested.

Near the center of the lake opposite the ferry,
a small canoe drifted; standing upright in it
was a man whose figure was clad in a flowing
robe of white—a man with long hair and mus-
tache, but whose eyes were closed and whose
face was nearly as white as the robes wrapt
about him. ‘

CHAPTER II.
A YEAR LATER.

Just one year later—summer again made
fragrant and balmy the breezes, and added rich
gees to all the grass, trees and shrubs that

ed the mountain-side.

A year is a long lapse of time, when con-
sidered by days and hours, and often brings
many changes in places and events.

Let’s look down on Doomsday Ferry.

It appears strangely unlike the place of a
year ago, for the eastern shore of the lake is
now dotted with many new shanties, and the
bustle of activity is seen and heard every-

Dan Doomsday sits complacently on the end
of his ferry barge, as it is drawn up by the
beach, and smokes his grimy pipe with evident

satisfaction as he surveys the busy scene around

“Yes, thar’s a big change since a yeer ago;
since that night Kate Laurel come beer with
her mamm , an’ liked tber place so well that
she (30qu ed to locate right beer. Then, jest
as soon as ’twar found that a pretty woman
war settled ,hear, that popylation flocked in, fast

The old ferryman fell into a fit of musing, his

chin dropping upon his hands.

ot long his reverie remained unbroken, how-
ever, for there cameo. musical laugh, and a hand
patted the bald spot upon his head.

. Looking up, he beheld Kate Laurel, looking
not a. bit older than she had a year ago, and, if
anythin , more decidedly piquant and pretty, in
an aw untin dress and straw hat.

“ by, U_nc e Dan, you’l! get sunstruck and
tanned, SIMS“); here in the sun,” she said, mer
rily. “ 1 do eclare you’re getting fat and lazy
since we first came here.” i

“ All jest because your pert self has bin about
ter cheer me out o’ the blues, I expect,” Dan

. chuckled. “I’ve jest been cogitatin’ on how
- ther town’s growed, child, sence ye furst cum

hyar. S’pect ef enother impertation o’ Wimmen

was ter come tbar’d be a reg’lar city beer in no
time.”

“ The place has own, surely, but not as I
could have wished. here are a good many bold,
bad men here late] , whom I both fear and de-
test. If it wasn‘t or one thing-one vain, fool-

 

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ish whim, as mamma calls it, we would move on
into the interior mines, where papa is, or was
when last heard from."

“ Ohot ye mean consarnin’ the speerit o’
Swamp Lake, eh?” Dan ueried.

“ Yes, Deadwood Dic ," Kate replied. “ I
shall never leave this place until it is settled for
a certainty whether that apparition we frequeiit~
l y sea is really alive or supernatural.”

“Pshawl girl, you’re crazy. Haven’t I seen
it these last three ears, an’ orten’t I know it’s
a spook? Lord a mighty, Kit Laurel; what
d’ye want to do wi’ sech a thing as s oks‘i”

“ ’Tisn’t the spooks I'm after,” ate replied.
“I’m after Deadwood Dick himself. for a reason
best known to myself. That he is not dead, I
have considerable faith.”

“ Waal, durned ef I wouldn’t like to know
what ye want of him. Queer sort of a man for
a urty gal like you to git stuck on.”

ate laughed.

“ You have got the wrong idea of the matter,”
she replied. “ I am by no means stuck, as you
choose to ex ress it, after any man. I am not
a girl who fa Is in love with a shadow. Why I
want to test this mystery but 1 and the one

above me knows.”

“I beer thet new ilgrim, Wild Walt, pro-
poses to search for eadwood Dick’s divide,
w’at’s buried down in the lake.”

“ So I am informed,” Kate responded. “ He
is the essence of all that is vilez He even had
the audacity to address me With familiarity,
last evening, as I was going to the post-office,
but I guess my look apprised him he had better
be less familiar. Do you know what I be-
Have?"

“No.”

“Well, it is this: this man Wild Walt seems
to have a deal of power among the majority of
the men, and it is not impossible that he was
one of the men who chased Deadwood Dick to
Swamp Lake—may even have been the pard of
the letter. If so. his influence won] 0 to
show that he has many cronies here, they

re not only to search for and appropriate

ic ’5 part, but alsotopry into the secret of
the ghost business, to learn for sure what there
is in it. The may suspect, as I do, that there
is a further 0 ject of the specter’s guarding the
lake than the simple scheme of frig toning peo-
ple from raising the sunken treasure.”

“Git cent! In the name of goodness what
other ob 'ect could there be? That’s nothln’ else

d, except the frogs, pollywogs, and so

“ You don’t know for certain. This Swamp
Lake may have secrets that are not known to
you, for I’ve heard you say that you never
knew it to be explored far into the timber.
There might be an island with agold-mine on
it, for all you know. This very Deadwood
Dick is the man to run onto such streaks of
luck, and knows how to kecp_mum, too.”

Old Dan whistled his surprise.

“You're a keen one,” be muttered, as he
scratched upon his bald spot in a fruitless search
for the hirsutes. “I hadn’t tho’t that afar-e:
but thar’s a. possibility thar may be sumthin' in
t

.“And that’s one thing I mean to find out!”

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Kate declared, as she turned and walked away,
on seeing a party of men approaching.

 

The Ferry had indeed undergone a change.

While Old Dan had different ideas on the
matter, it is likely that the main cause of the
influx was owing to the fact that gold had been
discovered in small but paying quantities in the
vicinity.

Then, too, being on the route to the interior
mines, hel ed to add to the camp’s population.

Jakey lomons had not struck it so badly,
alter a l, for bein the first to start, he was the
first to profit, an his saloon and general store
had to be enlarged to accommodate his business,
as it was the rincipal place for liquid refresh-
ments, Dan oomsday having abandoned the
hotel business.

Jakey was a shrewd fellow, although he did
not make many friends, and always tried to
create some sort of sport, if it was in no other
way than to climb on his bar and sing and
orate. “

The evening after Kate Laurel’s conversation
with Old Dan’ the saloon was well patronized
by miners and men-about—town, who drank and
discussed the topics of the day with great gusto,
the liquid fire in most instances adding to their
volubility.

Among the crowd, the man who seemed to be
a sort of leader and more looked up to than
others, was a tall, burly rough of perhaps
thirty years, who was ra her prepossessing of
countenance, having a gracaful mustache and
goatee, and a good complexion.

His eyes, however, emitted a dark, peering
glance that was treacherous.

Dressed in top-boots, light pants and vest,
dark coat, “b’iled” shirt and collar, and white
sombrero, his appearance was of the “ nobby”
order that characterizes the Western sport and
adventurer who plies his vocation principally in
mining towns, and the saloons and streets
thereof.

This fellow was addressed as Wild Walt, and
'1}? not”unfrequently boasted of himself as “ The

ger.

Whether this title was apElicable to his nature,
or not is hard to say; but is deportment often
seem to indicate such a f :t. '

Among others who were particularly notice-
able about the apartment, was a man whose ap—
pearance was decidedly curious.

His attire was ragged and dirty in the ex-
treme, consisting simply of stogy boots, cordu-
roy breaches, a striped shirt made of tickin ,
and a lug hat cocked upon one side of his hea .
which Ilooked as though it had seen hard service
ever since the days of Noah's Ark.

But queerest of all was his countenance, and
something entirely out of the usual line, as far
as Doomsday Ferry was concerned.

0! his face from the neck upward, absolutely
nothing could be seen except his nose and
eyes. r

Whiskers and mustache covered his counten-
ance to the very eyes, while down over his fore-
head to the eyebrows, his hair was combed in
“ bang” fashion.

All this was exceedingly strange, but the most

 

curious part of his appearance was that there H].
was a division in the color of his hair and ‘ 
beard. . v
The division ran up through the middle of the ' {:3
face, and over the head. One side was of a red- 
dish color—the other was as white as driven ‘

snow, and both sides of the hair and heard were i ;’
full and luxuriant. ' '

The eyes of this man were as keen and bril-
liant as those of a person of much younger ap- , 3-
pearanco; but his nose was a. synonym of all ‘,
that appertains to Bacchus. I

This member was exceedingly large, and be- E
ginning at the end with a glossy red color, \
gradually tapered down to a gentle pink shade,
at the roots.

What of the mouth was revealed under the -, _.
two—colored mustache, was rather waggish in p
exgression, as was the glitter ol' the e es. . ‘

he only first-class ap urtenance v sible about
this strikin individual: was a revolver and 1,
knife in his belt, and a fine—looking parrot which - n;
he usually carried perched upon his shoulder. l '

A most pert looking bird it was, which had
an eye for everything worth noticing, and had
something shrewd to say, talking with marvel-
ous accuracy, and seemed to possess almost hu— ‘
man intelligence.

0!? course the stran e pair were asource of
great attraction from t e moment they entered
the saloon; and when the man of two colors
ranged himself up along the bar, plenty others
drop (1 to the conclusion that it was about time
for t em to “ take suthin’ ” too.

“Whisk!” the curiosity gfiisped, as he shoved
his manly breast against t e bar; “311’ at e
happen to get a bumble—bee or bull-thistle in t, ., A, '
to make et tickle when it goes down, I sha’n‘t be '

an r .”

‘ Iyreckon you’ll find flre enough in this have
erage, my friend,” the barkeeper said, as he
poured out a glass of the article sold for whisky.
“ It has been known to burn a hole through
chilled steel.” v

“ Good! Thet’s jest ther article I’ve been look-
in’ for!" the stranger averred, and ingulted the
drink with gusto. “ I’ve got a tank, my pesti-
verous pi] rim, w'ot kin hold. fluid lightnin’ jest
like a trio in eucher.”

“ Hellol What hev ye got beer?” Wild Walt
demanded, striding up. ‘This mustbe an el-
caped animal from Barnum’s meregerie. I say,
old man, when did you escape from the ark?"

“ Shortly after you were bounced outxfor mak-
ing love to the monkey,” the veteran ,replied, a
cute twinkle in his eye, at the same time motion-
ing for another decoction of “ bug-juice." " E!
ye remember antediluvian times, ye’ll recollect ~
me as being the man who caught ye stealin’poul—
try from ther ark an’ smugglin at out to the
sinners w’at war roostin’ in the tree-laps.“

The crowd smiled audibly while ild Walt
uttered a snarl of disapprove .

"You’re mighty smart, ain’t ye!” he growled.
“ Must have been swallowin a razor factory.”

“ No—not so bad as that. t o’ I did chew u a ..
needle factory an’ swallow a thorn tree a
ago. ’Twon’t do any man harm to 1111] down
a grass scythe or two now an’ then, ju gin’ by .
yourself." . «

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git too flit hyarabouts, or you’ll git suppressed,
suddenly. I’m ruther bad, myself.”

“ Ye lu’k it. I war jest goin’ to observe the
same,” the stranger averted, with a nod. “ A
putty peach like you orter go to ther sea-shore
an’ it ther salt breeze to keep from sp’ilin’ on-
tire y. Ef ye think ye kin pick on me, because
I’m beautiful, ye’ll find I’m allus tew hum. No
keerdsl”

“ Cuss my boots, if your impudence don’t row
worse and worse!" Wild Walt snarled. “ hat’s
yer species of the brute creation anyhow, and
what d’ye want hyar, at the Ferry?"

“ Wee], I ken’t see as it’s any 0’ yer bizness,
but still I’ll tell ye. I’m a. downright bright—
winged butterfly from Bostmg, variegated an’
beautiful wi’ ther aesthetic taste of a Wilde and
the pugilistic propensities of a Sullivan. hen
ye cum down ter names, I’ve one w’ot freezes the
fried cake, ter speak figuratively. Bum—that‘s
my handle—Bum—Dionysius Diublo Deliberate
Bum. No cards. Fer short, ye kin call me Old
Bum, ’case ther name suits.

“ ‘ I'm gettin‘ old an‘ feeble,
I cannot drink much more;
Milslfiull absorbs the sunshine and the rain,

“ There! that’s a great plenty!” Wild Walt
declared grufliy. “ Shet up yer vocabulary
, machine, or I’ll throw you out of the window

into the street.”

Bum whistled and scratched his ruddy n05e.

“ What warthat‘r’he demanded. “ Did ye say
sumthin‘ jest then, or war I dreamin’? Did you
unblusbingly hint that 9 would project me
through the windy, of I idn’t quit?”

“ Exactly! Give me three inches more 0’ yer
ll , an’ I’ll make the other side of yer mug turn
wll’iite uicker than a cat kin say catsup.”

Old um stared at the mana moment incredu«
lously, then, giving vent to a roar more inhu-
man than otherwise, be rushed toward the Sport,
his aspect something terrible.

CHAPTER III.
ow arm’s ram-n? run.

In- looked very much as though the Sport,
Wild Walt, was doomed to speedy annihilation,
when the bullwhacker, Old Bum, rushed for-
ward with vengeful mien.

But, the Tiger was by no means a weak man,
and did not dodge to avoid his assailant; on the
contrary, he met him half-way, and endeavored
to get a blow in between Burn 3 eyes.

‘ No ye don’t, me larkiel” that worthy cried,

as he neatly parried, and tapped the iger on
the chin with sufiieient force to make his teeth
.ehatter. “I see what you’re arter. You
wanter discolor my party proboscis—but ye
can’t cum it—uo sir-ee, bo tail wassupl If
ther old man’s ever tew home, it’s generally
about this time o’day. For instance, thus!"
_ .And with a quick feint he put Wild Walt off
his guard, and followed by planting a blow be-
tween his eyes which unceremoniously tumbled
him to the floor.

“Thar! New jist toss out another consizn-
ment of that sire liquid lightnin’, an’ then I‘ll
be ready to clean out the crowd. it needs be!”
Old Bum cried, ranging himself up alongside

 

 

 

the bar. “ I’iu dry, I am; too much monoton .’

“ Py sliiuiminy gracious, ufl’ dot veller alt
don’d make you hump, I shall be mooch inus—
dakeii l” Solomons prophesied. “ He was von
slasher.”

“ And I’m a masher!” was Bum’s retort.
'“ Boys, will ye have somethin’-—at yer own ex-
pense?”

The crowd stepped forward, to a man, but
when they heard the conclusion of the invita-
tion, a blank expression came over their faces.

“ See beer, 0 d gull, you’re too cute.” one
miner growled. “ First ye know you’ll git
dumwed inter yer three by seven."

“ bar is the old devil!” Wild Walt roared,
staggering to his feet, half blinded by the
effects of the blows he had received. “ Oh! I
see him now!”

He quickly drew a revolver from his belt,
and fired at Bum, but so little deliberation was
there in his aim that the bullet did no harm, at
a l.

The next instant Bum wheeled and leaped
once more upon the Tiger, the momentum of
his lun e carrying them both to the floor.

But, um was on top. and the next instant
his right hand clutched Wild Walt’s two wrists
in an iron gripe, and his left hand caught the
Sport by the throat.

“ Curses on you, let me up l” Wild Walt
howled, gaspingly, as he made vain attempts to
get free.

“Never, until we settle this hyar leetle mat-
ter, ri ht where she am,” Bum replied, decided-
ly, an at the same time increasing his gripe on
the Sport’s throat. “ I want ye ter understand,
my hirsute hairpin, that I didnt cum hyar ter
be run on, an’ ye might jist as well knuckle
under now as any time.”

“ Cuss ye let me up! I’ll show ya how Wild

Walt knuckles under!"
' “ Never,” Burn returned, firmly. “ Ef ye don’t
ax ‘my parding, and promise to never raise yer
band ag’in’ me ag’in, I’m goin’ ter shot of! yer
wind jist like as best I knows how.”

“ Choke—be cursed! I’ll not apologize nei-
nothin’. I ain’t no tenderfoot.”

“Not a bit,” and Bum increased his ripe until
the Tiger grew livid in countenance, t en relax-
ing the clas 8. little. “ How d’ye like that fer
instance. id ye feel flighty?” _

“ Cuss ye, let up! This fooling isn’t what it’s
cracked up to be. Let me go, or I’ll give ye a
pointer when I do get up!”

“ Ye can’t git up, tho',” and Bum chuckled
grimly. “I’ve got ye right what 6 can’t
budge except I say move! You’ve either got
ter cum tew time, or, by my beauty, I’ll send ye
up ther golden stairs two steps at a lick. Let
me tell ye—I’m Bum, from Bumtown, and I’m
very bum when ye r’lle me. I came beer ter
Doomsday tar ropogate a peculiar errand, an’
of I know myse t I ain’t a-goin’ ter back out. 89,
l’er ther last time, ef ye say ye’ll mind yer busl-
ness, an‘ not try ter mind mine, I’ll let ye up;
otherwise 1’]! foreclose my mortgage on your
gullet in short order. Business! Speak quick,
or off you go !” .

A dead silence reigned for the next minute.

Wild Walt’s face was white and livid by turn
according as the grasp upon his throat inc

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or relaxed, and there was a gleam of desperation
in his eyes.

The bystanders stood grim and speechless, but
made no effort to 11011) the Sport.

“ Come!" Bum called a. moment later. “ One,
two—"

“ I cave!" Wild Walt gasped, a tremor of fear
passing over him. “ I acknowledge that you’ve
got it your own way, an’ I cave. Let me up,
au’ 1’” guarantee to let ye alone.”

Bum looked at the man searchineg for a mo-
ment, then allowed him to rise.

“ I want ye to lookee hyar,” he said, as soon
as Wild Walt regained his feet. “ I‘ve let ye
up at yer own acceptance of my terms, an’ I
reckon you have man enough about you to stick
to your word.”

“ It I don‘t you’ll no doubt awaken to the
fact," the Tiger replied, striding to the bar and
ordering whisky.

“ Bad luck to you if I do,” Old Burn growled.
“ Ef ye know when you’re well off ou’il keep
yer distance from this hyar earthqua e.”

Whether the Tiger really believed this or not
remains to be seen; but the expression upon his
face was anything but good-natured.

The man from Bumtown was quite the hero
of the hour among the rougher class of miners.

After hanging around the saloon for awhile
longer, evidently to see if any one was disposed
to “ amuse ” him, he finally took his leave.

It was a. beautiful night outside, the air being
laden with the fresh scent of forest and lawn,
and the moon flooding all with her mellow radi~
ance.

Down at the edge of the lake Old Dan Dooms—
day was sitting on the edge of his barge, as it
was grounded upon the beach, whilo Kate Lau-
rel stood near by, chatting with him. .

It was a habit of hers to come down to the
ferry when she had a. spare moment and talk
with Dan, for whom she seemed to have a.
liking.

And her bewitching laugh rung out right
merrily when 01d Bum came up.

He was so odd-looking that he would have
created a laugh anywhere.

“ Oh, my! what a funny—looking person,”
Kate said, in a low tone to Dan, but, low as she
spoke, her words did not escape the hearing of
the man with the hair and beard of two
colors..

“ Yas, I’m ther funniest galoot ye evyer see‘d,”
he replied, with a broad grin, in which he man-
aged to expose a pearly set of teeth. “I know
I ain’t no great shakes for beauty, but I’m chuck
full 0‘ fun.”

“You surely look funny enough," Kate de-
clared, frankly. “ You must be what they call
a one-sided man, because you look to be two
men ‘oined together in Siamese-twin fashion.”

“ as; I am a one—sided man, but I always
side with the side that sees one and goes some-
what better for success. Ye see, when I was a
young man I met my mother-m-law, and the
eifects was most disastrous. We had a few
family words, when she snatched me bald-
headed, and by the mystic wave of her hand,
imparted two colors to my hirsute appendage—
the rod illustrating her red-hot temper, and the
White, my fear of the female sex. I am so

 

’feared o’ the critters, that I’ve been known to
run ten mile afore now tew git shut o’ encoun-
terin’ one of ’em.”

“ .i’ll bet you have,” Kate said, with a shrug
of her pretty shoulders. “ You have come to a
bad place to remedy your weakness, then, for
we girls of Doomsday are very bold and for-
ward, and are all looking for a husband who
has passed his meridian and is liable to drop ofl.’
within a few years, and leave us in possession of
his finances, so that we may be in position after-
ward to mar‘rjy for love, you see. I’ve been
fishing after ncle Dan here for some time to
no avail, and now I do beligye I shall have to
give your case my attention.

Old Bum smiled and bowed with grotesque
grace.

“ i seel I see!” he replied. “ You are nits a
wag in our way. And were I ever so 8 ittiih
of team es, durn my old nose of I wouldn’t give
in that you’re the prettiest gal w’ot I’ve met
this long time. So ef ye wanter splice, why
jest give me a correct chance, and thar’s no
tollin’ but what we may come to terms pervid-
in’ thar’s no mother—in-law in the case.‘g

“Which there is, and therefore I must reject
you, my gentle wooer,” Kate averted, laugh-
ingly. “Mammy and I are inse table you
know, just as Deadwood Dick's ivide is in-
separable from the bottom of this lake."

“Oh! ye know about that, do you?  '

I’m hyar tew investigate thct matter.
Deadwood Dick ever drapped any fllthy lucre
into the bottom of that lake, I’m jiggered er I
don’t sooner or later handle a sheer of et my-
self, sure’s m name’s Old Bum, the hum of
bums, from umville. Neow, what d‘ye think
0’ that?” .

“ I think you’re a fool,” Old Dan interposed.
“ Ef ye try to raise that gold ye won’t live a
week hyar in Doomsda , ii ye. It’s p’inen
business buckin’ ag’in’ g ostsl”

“That remains to be seen,” Bum declared,
grimly. “ Thar ain’t enough men in the town
er ghosts in the swamp to anchor yer uncle.
hBesicl‘ies, Mar’s what will give me a helping

an .

And he nodded to Kate Laurel.

“ You bet 1 will 1" she assented' “ if you are
in dead earnest, I'm your pard in the search,
and we will be known as Bum and Laurel. for-
tune-hunts".
that Divide, and will show Wild alt and his
gang that we mean business from the start, if
you are the man I take you to be.”

“I’m that alligator bet yer pretty eeyes! an"
here’s my shake on it, ’ and he extend his not
hush?)er nor work—hardened hand.

An the partnership was formed.

 

CHAPTER IV.
CAPTAIN roxnn.
FROM that time on, Old Bum and Kate Laurel
were seen much together, and it was known in

Doomsday that they were united in the search a

for Deadwood Dick’s sunken treasure.

Wild Walt heard of this, but was careful not
to say much in the hearing of Bum as he really
ap ared to stand in awe of that individual.

at he and his men were secretly in consulta-
tion, with the purpose of preventing the bummer

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agd his fair partner from accomplishing their
0 ac . .

henever an opportunity olfered he tried to
talk to Kate Inurel, but she invariably pre~
vented all approaches by treating his advances

cold‘lfi.
S ‘ he rsisted in anno ing her whenever
he chan to meet her. ne evening as she
was sitting in front of the shant which served
her and her mother as a home, ild Walt came
svevgfigering along, his mustache waxed out to a
Emma’s point, and his general appearance dan-
He tipped his hat gracefully as he came up,
but Kate did not acknowledge his salutation.

“Ah, good—evening, my dear Miss Laurel,” he
saluted, a parently not noticing her coldness.
;‘ D; I fin you enjoying good health this even-
n

% You do; and you will have the oodness to

. pass right along. I do not care to on tivate your

acquaintance}

‘ No? Well, I am truly sorry, for, as I have
told you several times, I am great] impressed
with on, fair Katie. I am devoted? yours."

“ ease move on, sir,” she repeats .

“ If that is your wish, pretty, I will not be so
rude as to disobey. But let me tell you this: If
mattempt to meddle in my business here in

msday, which is to recover Deadwood Dick’s
sunken treasure, you will find yourself occupy~
ing a perilous position. I will brook no inter-
ference from any one in that matter.”

“ If you think I am afraid of you, you’ll (lisp
cover your mistake,” Kate retorted. “I shall
hunt for Deadwood Dick’s gold, and shall pay
no attention to any threats you may make. In-
deed, I look upon you as one of the least of all
men to be feared.” ~

“ You shall find out to your sorrow, my
beauty. I may as well tell you that I have
sworn to possess you as my wife, and so shall it
be! When I recover the sunken treasure, then
{gdbgild a castle here as a cage for my pretty
“Monster! I’d sooner consign myself to the
bottom of yonder lake than acknowled e such
a man as you as my husband. Begone, store I
call for assistance i”

“Hal You will, eh? Who do you suppose
would come to your assistance? By my soul,
you tempt me by vour words to be even bolder

y stealing a kiss !" and springing suddenly for-
ward, he seized her by throwing his arms
around her.

Kate uttered a piercing shriek.

The next instant footsteps were heard ap-

roachin , and fearing an assault in the rear,

ild Wa t released his hold and turned to de-

‘ fend himself.

As he did so he was seized and hurled to the
ground With almost stunning force.
“ There, ou puppy, take that for your im u-
dence, and f you give me any change back, ’11
icklyou up and dump your carcass into the
e

‘ ’The words were uttered by the man who had
come to Kate Laurel’s rescue, and who was a
person of striking a penance.

* Of only medium ght, he was compactly yet
gracefully built, and dressed in a nob y suit of

 

spotless duck, with patent-leather top-boots,
while a slouch sombrero covared his head.

In feature—or at least what was visible of his
face—he was decidedly handsome, most of it
being covered with luxuriant side-whiskers, a
sweeping mustache and a narrow goatee, all of
a blonde color, as was his hair, which fell in a
mass of curly waves down to his shoulder. His
eyes were dark brilliant and magnetic.

He wore a belt containing a pair of revolvers;
upon his polished shirt gleamed a magnificent
cgsltier diamond pin, worth asmall fortune in
i e .

Ridding her of Wild Walt, the stranger turned
to Kate Laurel and ti pod his hat.

“ Excuse me, lady,’ he said, in a deep, pleas-
ant tone. “ I trust I was not interru ting a low
ers’ meeting when I upset yonder fel ow. '

“ Oh, no, sir! I thank on very much for
coming to my assistance. hat ruflian was bent
on kissing me, which, thanks to your timely ar-
rival, he did not succeed in doing. I wish you
had thrown him into the lake.”

“ I have but to receive your orders, and in he
goes.” the stranger announced with a smile.

Wild Walt had succeeded in re aining his feet,
his arments looking somewhat t e worss for the
tum le he had taken.

His expression was something ferocious as he
glanced down upon the new-comer.

“ Who are you?” he demanded, with an oath.
layin hold of a pistol in his belt.

“ one of your business,” the cavalier replied,
with, provokin pleasantness. “ Saw you for-
getting yoursel , and thought I’d just bring you
to your senses.”

' Cues you! I’ll show you that I’m not to be
insulted thus!” Wild Walt cried, drawing his re-
vol war and firing.

Kate Laurel uttered a scream of alarm. The
next instant the S rt laughed triumphantly,
after plucking a bn et from between his teeth,
and holding it up to view, his other hand at the
same instant drawing and cocking one of his
own revolvers.

“ You aimed well, young fellow,” he said,
coolly, “ but you see was too uick for you.
Get you gone now, at once, or ’11 blow your
brains out! Go!” _

The weapon was leveled full at the Tiger, and
the command was uttered in a stern, ringing

ne.

Wild Walt well knew that it meant death for
him to disobey; so he uttered a savage oath and
strode away.

“Never mind! I’ll have your life for this i” he
shouted back, fiercely. '

“Beware that you do not lose your own!”
warned the stranger. after which he turned to
Kate. “There, ma’am, I guess you won’t be
troubled with the fellow's attentions again to-
ni ht. If he bothers gen, let me know. and I
Wl undertake to give im a thrashing that he
will remember."

“ You are very kind,” Kate declared, frank-
ly. “ Will you tell me who you are, so that I
s all know whom to thank?"

“ Well, I suppose I shall have toaccommodata
you with the esired information,” he answered,
miling. “ I am one of that class of mortals
known as moving Bohemians, who live by their

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wits, and mix up matters a little occasionally,
by doing both good and bad. The last place I
struck there chanced to be more aces in my
hand than there ought to have been, and I was
invited to slope. I sloped at once, for I have a
great terror of patent tightrflthlll collars manu-

actured by Lynch & .0. As or name, they
generally dub me Captain Poker.”

“ What a funny name!" Kate cried, merrily.
“ Oh! you men are deceivers l”

“ It serves me very nicely," the captain ad-
mitted, gracefully. “A name is but a name,
anyhow, whether good or bad. By the way, it
is growing dusk, and I must see if I cannot get
the old ferryman to take me over the lake at
to—night, as I must be well on toward Pant er
Gulch by to-morrow's sunrise.”

“ You are doomed to disappointment then,
for, to my personal knowledge, you could not
hire old Dan to ferry you across at this late
hour. I’ve known him to refuse large amounts
of money.” u

“Indeed! It is a serious disa pointment to
me then,” the captain said. “It could hire a
a. small skifl, I could ferry over myself.”

“There is but one on the lake. and that be-
longs to me,” Kate answered. “ I have never
been upon the lake at this hour, and should
hardly care to go with a stranger.”

“But you could not believe any danger of
simply ferrying me across, could you? Surely,
you could not be safer here at home than in my
company."

He spoke so earnestly that a thrill of interest
and confidence entered the girl’s heart.

“You seem like a gentleman—I don’t know
as I ought to be afraid. I will see in a
minute.”

She rose and entered the shanty, but soon
returned with a pair of oars, her head orna-
mented with a jaunty chip hat, trimmed with a
blue ribbon.

She looked so decidedly charming and pretty,
that Captain Poker involuntarily uttered an
exclamation of admiration.

” Allow me to car the cars, my dear young
lady,” he said, ” for Would not have the hands
of one so charming—”

“ Bah! do not try flattery on me, as I am not
in the least susceptible,” Kate said, candidly.
“ I am one of the most matterof-fazt persons
you ever met. Come!”

She led the way down to the lake shore, where
a small skit! was drawn up on the beach.

They were about to enter, when a dozen men,
headed by Wild Walt, came rushing down to
the water's edge.

“Hold up, her! This won‘t wash!” the
Tiger cried, authoritatively. “ Whar ye goin',
my dandy ducks?”

‘ If it concerns you to know, I am oing to
fora this gentleman across the lake l” to re-
pli , coolly.

" Bet ye a dollar ve won’t!” the Tiger
declared, fiercely. “This hyar lake ain’t no

lace to go courtin’ on, an‘ you can’t have no

u, hyar in Doomsda , ’ceptin’ mel Besides,
this hyar sandy sucker s got business on shore
yet awhile, of ther court knows herself!”

“ I have only my own business to mind, and I
mind it except when it becomes necessary to

‘ mind some one else’s.

 

What do you want,
Mister Rough?" Poker demanded.

“ Get out of that boat, and you shall find out !"
Wild Walt cried, savagely. “Ye insulted me,
an’ I demand satisfaction. Either ye shall sp’ile
my beauty or I’ll sp’ile ours!"

“ Man, you are a foo 1” Poker warned, stem-
ly. “ You do not know whom you‘re chal-
lenging. Why, I could use you up so quick that
you wouldn’t know where you stood. Be sensi—
ble and go your way like a gentleman, instead
of a rufiian!"

“ [’m a perfect gentleman, and as such I de-
mand satisfaction. If you are too cowardly to
give it, I’ll shoot you where you stand 1"

Captain Poker aughed.

“ ll show ou how much of a coward I am I"
he cried. “ here do you want to settle your
fate, and how?"

“ Right up here in the street," was the reply.
“ Revolvers shall be the wee us at forty paces!"

Captain Poker turned to ate, then, who stood
by the boat.

“I guess I shall have to oblige this fellow,
miss, before ferrying across, as he seems de-
termined on having his brains blown out,” he
announced. “ If I should be the unlucky man,
please see that this is delivered to the one ad-
dressed.”

He then handed her a sealed envelope, and
turned to the Tiger. .

“ I am ready. Pace off your ground!" he or-
dered.

They went up the street, from the lake, to
where the ground was level, and forty paces
were measured oil’, by Pony Quantrel, one of
the Tiger's ri ht-hand men.

Captain P0 or then assumed a position nearest
the lake, and Wild Walt further u the street.

“ Let‘s know the rules of this a air l” the cap-
tain demanded. “Are we to flreuntil one or
the other falls?” ‘

" Exactly! Commence at the word three,

and allow time to draw one breath, between ‘

each shot. Ef you’ve got any bequests to make,

or word to leave, now’s yer chance!” the Tiger *

re lied, maliciously.
‘ Many thanks for your interest, but in

ledger is all uared up!
I were allow to remark, however, I should in-
sinuate that it would be advisable for you to
/ rovide yourself with a Babcock tire protector,

fore you begin your due]. They are quite a
useful article, sometimes.”

The Tiger uttered a harsh grating laugh, and
turned to his associate, Quantrel.

“ Count one, two, three, Pony. If the loafer,» _. '

attorn’pts shenannigan, plug him on the
t!

Both men drew their revolvers, cocked them,
and took aim

B th seemed rfectl self-possessod although'
0 pa y , with ah ugly ex-.

the Tiger’s face was disto
pression. while the captain‘s was most pleasant.
“ One!" counted Quantrel.
H Two I”
“ Get ready 1”
“ Three!”
Bang I

The weapons of the daslists spoke simul-

taneously.

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The Tl clap his hand to the side of his
head wit a how of rage.

His ear was shaved of! almost as nearly as a
knife could have done it.

Poker stood unharmed.

“ Ready! One! two! three I” cried Pony
Quantrei.
figain the weapons cracked, and a yell of ex-
qu to pain followed.

CHAPTER V.
canam'rY JANE on DECK!

h was not Captain Poker who uttered the
yell. although the Tiger’s bullet had grazed his
shoulder cutting through his white duck coat.

Wild Walt was the author of the signal of

for he had again been hit by the un-
errln bullet of the blonde Sport.

Th 3 time it was the right ear which had been
“33%;”! dro ped h d d

weapons p upon t e groun , an
his hands clapped to either side of his head, the
Tiger began to prance around and howl as
though he was upon a hot gridiron. 

“ hi curses on you i” he roared. " You have
killed me—you have spoiled my beauty forever!
May the devils seize you i”

“ I believe it was a part of the understanding
that we should 5 oil each other’s good looks as
much as possible, the captain remarked, dryly,
as he put his weapon in his belt, but at the same
time retained hold upon it. “ I could have
killed you as easy as to have maimed you, but I
preferred to show you how small you are in the
s ht of others."

‘You shall pay for it with your life,” the
Tiger yelled, savagely. “ I’ll have my revenge
"d.

 

0 on if it takes a lifetime."
turned, then, and sta gered toward the
tavern, literal] covered wit blood that gushed

. from his woun .

The'crowd followed, and Poker returned to

the shit.

“Ob! sir, were you hurt?” asked Kate, anx-
iousg, as the former approached the boat.

“ 0t at all. A bullet just kissed my shoulder
—tbat‘s all. I could have killed the fellow, but
am averse to doing such an act, except when it
becomes vitally necessary in self-defense. Are
you Fady to give me a ride in your pretty

“ Yes. But We shall have to hu , or it will
be pitch-dark are I can get back ome. The
lake is haunted. you know."

“Or at least its borders are, bya pack of
ruinous,” Poker declared, with a light laugh.
"You see, I don’t have much faith in super-
natural visitations myself."

He pushed the boat at into the water and
sprung lightl in as it moved away.

Kate bad t e oars, and at once pulled out into
also like with a stroke that showed her to be an

fley had gone but a little ways however
whens about from the shore cause them t4;
look around.

A young woman, clad in male attire, was run-
ning down the beach toward the water‘s edge,
andmotioning them to come back, her slouch

e

sombre-o in r hand, and her wealth of hair
blown back by the breeze.
 "at v  v. . .-

“Dicki Dick!” she cried; " it‘s me, Dick;
come back! Oh, come back!"

Kate Laurel turned her surprised face toward
Captain Poker.

“ What does it mean?" she asked. “Shall I
pullback?”

“ By no means,” the ca tuin replied, quickly.
“The woman—if such s e is—is evidently de-
mented, or mistaken. Pull on and pay no at-
tention to her i”

Kate obeyed, but not without feelings of great
curiosity.

Who was the woman on the beach? and was
this blonde Sport anything to her?

Or was she, as he suggested, wrong in her
mind, or mistaken in the person?

If so, hisappearanoc, as they rowed along, did
not confirm the supposition, for he was silent,
and looked sober and troubled. At least so
thought bonny Kate.

Under Kate’s able stroke it did not take long
for the boat to reach the opposite shore, where
she pulled up close to the sandy beach, and
allowed Poker to get out.

“ Your kindness will not soon be forgotten,”
he said, looking down on her with kindly ex-
pression. “As a token of my esteem, allow me
to make you a present of this. An repair 1”

He took from his pocket a handsome golden
nugget, and tossed it into her lap, then turned
quickly and disap cared within the fringe of
trees that border the lake.

“ 0h, isn't that a beauty i” Kate exclaimed
in real enthusiastic admiration, as she handled
it over and over. “ That must be worth a good
deal of money and am ly repays me for the
tri . Now, if I can get ck safe, I shall be in
luc ; and, too, I want to find out who that
strange woman is, if woman she be.”

She turned the little skill, and bending to the
oars with a will, fairly made it fly over the
water. .

In afew minutes she grounded it upon the
geagh on the other side, without further inci-

en .

The strange person was not in sight, so Kate
betook herself to her own home, where, to her
surprise she found sitting upon the doorstep the
unknown!

In face she was very pretty; a wild type of
beauty was hers, not often encountered, the
features bein firmly cast, and set off by a big
pair of dusky rown eyes, and a mouth of win-
ning sweetness.

There was an expression upon her face, how-
ever, which betokened that at some period in
her life she had been addicted to dissipation, or
had met with some great disappointment or
sorrOW.

Her hair, as it flowed from beneath her snow-
white, jaunty sombrero, was of dark brown
color and very luxuriant. _

Her dress consisted of top-boots of a dainty
pattern, met. by light—colored trowsers, and a
sort of fringed gray hunting-shirt, that reached
nearly to the knees.

In a belt, around her waist, was a pair of
handsome revolvers, and a sheath-knife. while
at her feet lay a repeating-rifle of a hapdsome
pattern, the sights being set with tiny, ghtterlng
diamonds.

 

Deadwood Dick’s Disguise. 11’.

 

 

She was conversing with Mrs. Laurel, when
Kate came up, but arose from the doorway, to
allow the latter to enter.

“ Sit still,” Kate ordered. " 1 am too warm,
from rowing, to wish to go indoors.”

“ Kate, my child, where have you been?”
Mrs. Laurel’s i'eproving voice asked, from with—

in.

“Ohl out for a little larkl" Kate responded.
with a laugh. “While you were doziu in
your chair, mother, that ruflian, Wild alt,
came alon and insulted me by attempting to
kiss me, w an up cameadaslnng stranger, in
real dramatic style, and attempted not to kiss
me, but, instead, knocked the ruiflan down, and
rescued me, like a real hero—‘ust think of itl
He then fought a duel with ild Wait, and
shot both of his ears off; after which, he wish—
ing to cross the lake, 1 rowed him over, in my
boat."

“ Do you know who that man was, miss?” the

oung woman with the rifle asked, looking at
{{ate as though she would read her through.

“Well, no. on] that he gave his name as
Captain Poker,’ Kate replied, innocently
enough. whereat the other beauty laughed sar-
castically.

“ You are sure?” she asked.

“Of course I aml” Kate retorted, not ex-
actly pleased at being questioned the second

time.

“ Well, that man was not Captain Poker at
all, but instead a Eerson of somewhat more no-
toriety, allowingt at such a person as Poker
does really exist,” the young woman said.
“ That man, if I am not greatly mistaken, was
Deadwood Dick, of road-agent fame!”

“ Deadwood Dick!” Kate gasped, utting up
her hands. “Now isn’t that just dei htful I
wish I had known it at the time, for ’m dead
in love with Deadwood Dick l”

“ Kate! Kate 1” chided Mrs. Laurel.

While t e young woman with the rifle laughed
—-rather h rshly. it a peered.

“You should first nd out if some one else
has not got a stronger claim,” she remarked.
“_ If I'm not mistaken, Deadwood Dick is mar-

ried.

“Indeed! Who to, pray?”

“ To one whom you may have heard of as
Calamity Jane,” was the calm reply. “That’s
m

e

“ You?” Kate ejaculated.

“Yes, me,” was the rep] . “I am Calamity
Jane, and I am the wife 0 Deadwood Dick, re-
ported to have been drowned in this lake.”

Kate looked at the speaker searchingly, and
with evident disappointment.

“ If this is so, why did your husband not order
me to row back to shore when you called and
beckoned to him?” she finally asked.

” To understand that, on would have to learn

what I do not just now c case to explain.” 011-,

lamity answered, quiety. “ Sufilce to say that
Deadwood Dick is my husband, _and Circum-
stances have separated us. Some tune Inlay tell
you more. Until then. adieu.”

She picked up her rifle, and walked 03 up the
street, her every movement graceful and confl-
dent. -

When she arrived at Solomons’s saloon, she en-

 

tered and stepped up to the bar behind which ~ .9
the roprietor himself now presided. '-‘

“ el, v’ot you wants, annyhowi” the prosper- ,
ous Jew demanded. “ V‘ot you come here mit ~
pritches on for, instead of dresses?" _ 7,

“None of your business, Fritzy,” was the r
woman’s retort. “Just trot out some of your . '
best wine here, or I’ll gut a bead in your pate!”

Solomons put up his and.

“My hevingsl v’at a ad girl!” he ejaculated, , ;
starintg hard at her. “ ou don’d vas drink?” ~ I":

“ course I do, you old Jewshaiép, an’ of you
don’t ss over some 0’ yer best atawba—in i
short, ’ll depo ulate your ranch in the jerk of a V. '
lamb’s tail! ’m bad, I am, and my name is ’
Calamity J anel”

And with this announcement she brought her “
white little fist down on the counter with a
force that made things jingle, and at the same
time attracted attention from all partsof the
room.

“ Shimminy dunder lighninkl Sdop dot, vilt
you!" Solomon exclaimed, hastily reaching for-
the wine-bottle. “ You can hail? anyt‘ings yen:
vant, ’cept monish, only don’d make so mooch
noise about'it.”

“ Tho’t you'd come to timel" Calamity said, I
with a grin. “ When I et mad I make smoke r
rise above the hills, I tel yei [lid ye ever hear
tell 0' me, Jewsharpi"

“ Py tam, nol Uud I never vants to,” 8010- *
mons honestly declared. “ You vas der pad-
dest. vicket voman I nefi’er see. I vish you go
right avay oud."

‘ But I won’t, you see,” was the independent u
assurance. “ I’m in town on bizness, I nmi
say, gaioots, are ye dry?"

 

CHAPTER VI.
CALAMII'Y snows nna HAND.

To ask any citizen of Doomsday if 'he was
dry was the signal of a general drought; hence,
when Calamity Jane propounded the question. . _
full two-score of eager mortals slipped into posi- ;
tion near the bar. 

“ Yes, gal, I 0 ins we don’t koer ef we do,”
an old miner sai , with a grin. " ’Tain’t often
we git a chance ter juggle family disturbance
wi’ each a chirp an’ purty girl as you.” V

“ Why, I guess you’re a little mistaken ain’t
ye?” Calamity chuckled. “ It’s Old Dutchy’s ’
treat heer, not mine; so lavish your compliments
on him.”

Solomons put up his hands in horror. . ' ,.
“Dot ish not so! dot ish a lie!” he cried,
vooiferously. “ I never vas ask nopoddies to , .
drink mit me, so help mel Dot vimmens vas lie

mit me i”

“See heer, Dutchyl” Calamity said, lookin
him sternly in the face, “do on mean to -
me you didn’t desire me to cal up the gsloots
and treat them at your e ensei" ' . 

“Holy Moses, no!” Soomon fairly howled,
calculating with lightning thought how man '
dollars and cents he would be out by an
liberality—hitherto unknown of him. .

“I matter was sav noddinks of der kind. I 
shware py der Prophet. I nefler drsats nopody. ~. ‘
I  monish for my goods, mad I sells dam for I
088 - '

 

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12 Deadwood Dick’s Disguise.

 

“ Dumed ef that’ll work,” several of the crowd
declared. “ You've got to set ’em up hand-
some, in honor of ther arrival 0’ Calamity Jane
hyar. or down comes yer ranch, ker—bang!”

“ That’s the ticket! Old J ewsharp shall stand
treat or we’ll turn the shebang into an orphan
, as lum," Calamity declared, with a smile.

“ fiut seeing as he is so precious afraid of losing
.9. cent, I'll go hovers with him, and spill the

dice to see who shall set ’em up. What say,
‘ Levi?"

“ Mine name ish J acob—not Levi,” Solomons
answered, “and since you pring so much trou-
bles in mine place, I vill yoost shake you und
beat you.”

He was evidently glad of the opportunity to
have a chance for his life, so to s .nk; so he

_ produced the box, and threw t ree times,
« scoring only eighteen.

“Guess I’m elected," Calamity uverred,

throwin , and making but fourteen. “Horse
on me. ow, then—”

She threw again, and turned up three aces—
twenty-one.

“ Shimminy gracious! v’ot ish dot? Twenty-
onel V’el. I tie dot!" Solomons cried, excitedly.
But he didn’t. Only twelve points turned up.

" Horse apiece!” cried Calamity. “ Throw
back, Levi! If you throw twenty I’m bound to
go you one better. Smack your lips, gents, in
anticipation of drinking to the health of our
‘ Jewshm-pic host.” .

Twenty did the proprietor of the Big Bonanza
throw, with a. vengeance.

. “ Goot!” was his comment. as he passed the
" box to Calamity. “ Beat that if you can, young
vimmens!”

“Just like eating chicken salad,” the Girl
Sport assured, rolling out three aces the first
time, with no apparent effort. “ There you are,
» ' Dutchyl I‘ll ta 6 a little more sweet Cutawaba
g ‘ for mine. Nominate your medicine, teller-citi-

“ ’ zens!’

Solomons seized the dice box and hurled it sav—
“agel across the room. .
V “ tam I nefler shook dice again, so long
I ash I lifl'l” he cried. “ I am out shoost von

week’s profit! I vish I nefler see you, young
'vimmens!”

“ Guess that’s a few others around this ’ere
terrestrial footstool in the same fix!” Calamity
chuckled, as she imbibed a glass of wine. “ I’m

  
  
   
    
     
 

you bet! Any one who tries to get up in the
; morning to get ahead of your uncle, don’t want
. tor stop to button their guitars with a hairpin,

I tell on!” ~
 An with this declaration Calamity turned
' from the bar, and ssuntered about the room, tak-
in on inventory of everything that was worth
100 ing at. .

In one corner, with his head bound up with
» blood-stained rags, sat the Tiger, Wild Welt. A
more forsaken looking wretch it would have been
hard to find.
“Hello! colonel l" she accosted with an amused
smile. V “ What’s the matter? Have you had
vour head in a thrashing machine or been tryin’
shave yourself with a grass scythe?"
“ None of your cussed business!” the Tiger
 growled, with an ugly oath. “ I’m a bad man,

’ the fly gel from Fargo—the cute from Carson, _

 

I am, so keep away from me, or you ll get seri-
ously hurt.”

“ You look bad!” Calamity rotor-ted, serenely.
“In fact. I may say you are positively the bad-
dest specimen of humanity I have encountered
for a long time. But, joking aside, who chewed
ofl’ your ears?”

Wild Walter fairly gasped with rage, and
fumbled blindly about his belt for a revolver.

“ Let up on that!” Calamity warned, in a stern
tone; “ I mean you no harm, unless I am pro-
voked to salivating you. I ask you a civil ques-
tion, and you will save funeral expenses if you
do not get up upon your ear about it. be you
know who I am?"

“ Cuss ye, no!"

“ Well, I’ll inform you. I am Cslamit
Jane, the thoroughbred. and the wife of Des <
wood Dick, who shot of! your ears awhile ago,
and who fled at my approach. To him you
have to offer up thanks for the loss of your
organs of hearing!”

‘The devil you say! Deadwood Dick is down
at the bottom of Swamp Lake this year or
over!” the ruflian growled, eying the shapely
woman savagely.

Calamity laughed.

“ If on believe that you believe more than I
do!" s e declared. “ Deadwood Dick is im-
perishable; his life is charmed. He has risen
from the flames; he has been buried alive; the
floods have surrounded him; he has been in-
gulfed in uickssnds; he has stared into the
eyes of deat hundreds of times, but lives yet,
and I liveI on his trail to hunt him down."

Had the Tiger possessed ears, he would prob-
ably have pricked them up at this—so to speak
——but, being deprived 0f the useful appendages,
he could on] manifest his curiosity by the ex-
pression of his ugly countenance.

‘fSo you and he sire out,ehi" he queried,

grimly.

“Rather!” Calamity replied, dryly. “That
is, he deserted me, and fled from me.without
'ust cause, and I am on his trail like a. blood-

ound, to hunt him dawn and bulk his every
design until he shall acknowledge the wrong he
has done me.”

The Tiger’s interest increased.

“find so you believe the cuss is alive, do
you.

“ Just as much as you believe that you’ve lost
your ears,” was the answer. “He never sunk
with his horse in the lake as has been reported.
I’ve heard the story, and discredit that part
of it which claims that Deadwood Dick was
drowned. He can swim like a fish under water,
and I’m as well satisfied that it was he who
played Captain Poker in Doomsday, to night,
as I am that I stand here !”

“ And what is all this to me?” the Tiger de—
manded, eying her in evident curiosity.

“ A good deal!” Calamity responded. “You
are here in Doomsday to capture Deadwood
Dick‘s Divide. which supposedly lies at the bot-
tom of the lake, and may or may not be equal
to an immense fortune. I am here upon the
track of my recreant husband, sworn to brln
him back to me, or bring him into the power a
the law he hasso long bafied and defied. To
oppose him, I must have a, clear, cool brain, and

 

 

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good, sturdy backing. The first quality I am
possessed of; the second I yet require.”

“ Then you want to enlist recruits, do you?”
Wild Walt demanded, a strange gleam in his
8 es.
“ Exactly!” Calamity assented. “I want men
who will assist me to right my wrongs, at the
risk of their lives. .They shall be well paid for
it, and if there is no satisfactory result, should
We recover the sunken gold there will be an equal
division made. Remember, I am to be captain,
boss and sole director of the movement.”

The Tiger nodded.

“ I reckon I com rehend,” he said. “You
want to capture this ost duck of yours."

" I want either to capture him, or hunt him
down to a corner from which he cannot escape,
and there force him to acknowledge that I am
innocent of the charges preferred against me, or
—~kill him 1” was the stern reply.

“ Well, I reckon the stockin’ about fits my
foot!” the Tiger grunted, placing his hands to
the sides of his head with a doleful expression.
“ I ain’t no fool to lose my ears for nothin’, wi‘-
out revenge, an' I’ve got enough men to back
Incz you bet.”

‘ Then get your men to other; look well that
no traitors are among t em. When ready, I
will swear them in, and the penalty of treachery
will be death. As soon as you have your men
fligkod out, send me or personally deliver me a

' of their names: we will then get down to
business, as soon as practicable.”

With these words, Calamity turned and left
the Big Bonanza, followed by many admiring
glances—for hers was a face and fl re that
would attract the attention of any over of
womankind. ,

. When outside of the saloon, she directed her
footste toward the beach, upon which the
light 0 the now late risingmoon was just touch-

in .

Ker face was la, and an expression of keen-
est sorrow mant ed her features.

Down by the water’s edge, seated in her boat,
and gazing out over the blue waves, was Kate
Laurel, her thoughts evidently far away.

Calamit saw her, when at some distance
away, an a sharp pang of jealousy thrilled her
being. V .

She paused for a moment, an expression

rtly of anguish and partly of anger upon her

ace.

“Ohl so she is out dreamin of her gallant
Captain Poker, is shef’esca her lips, in a.
hiss. “ If so, I’ll awaken her from her delight-
ful reverie !” -

She stole forWard, with cat-like tread, her
face colorless, again, and her eyes gleaming.

So enwrapt was pretty Kate. in bought, that
the jealo a wife 0 the famous Prince of the
Road- ned aposition within an arm’s reach
without discovery.

“ What is the pretty star-gazer thinking
about 1” Calamity then asked in sarcastic tones.
“ Is she dreaming of the noble Romeo whom
she ferried over the lake?”

Kate turned with a violent start, and her face
flushed with indignation, when she saw who had
broken in upon her reverie.

“Does it concern you whom I was thinking

of 9” she demanded, very calmly—yet in her
calmness there was coolness.  re

“ Most assuredly it concerns me, becauseyou L
have no business to entertain thoughts of one 3,3,
who is not yours I” was the retort. “ You may
as well know that first as last."

“\Vhich does not certify that that one may . ‘
notlbe mine in time," Kate returned, provok- ’
ing y. .l

“ I will learn you better!" Calamity cried, ‘ -
fiercely. “Pray explain what right you have
to interfere in in domestic troubles, and create
a wider breach t an even now exists?” 
' “None, if you are what you re resent. But ~ 1'
I doubt this ver much, never aving heard‘
that Deadwood ink possessed awife. More-
over, I am not positive the man, Captain Poker,
is Deadwood Dick, whose apparition I have fre-
quently seen upon the lake.”

Calamity stood for a moment evidently at
loss what 0 say to her unyielding rival, for it
was quite patent that Kate was not in the least
disposed to give in. \

“Judging by your words, then, you would.
prefer my enmity,” Calamity said, finally.‘

“I cannot truthfully say that I have any
strong desire to incur either your friendship or
your enmit ,” was the cold reply.

“Then,i you have no choice, your future
conduct shal decide what‘my feeling toward
you shall be,” the Woman Sport replied, turn-
ing and striding back toward the main part of
the village.

Kate Laurel watched her, a strange upm’
sion 11 n her face. . ‘v

“ hat have I done?” she murmured. "I
don’t believe that woman is the wife of Beams.~
wood Dick, Whose image I have been infatuated ,
with ever since I came to Doomsday—ay, and.
even before! Ohl why is it I cannot control my
ptassio'n, for this man, who, perhaps, never heard “-
0 me * "

  
   
    
  
   
 
  
 
    
   
   
   
 
    
 

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3.

 

CHAPTER VII. , -
A LETTER or MYSTERY. 5
THE next day, early in the forenoon, Calamity
Jane re aired to the post-«flies, after the stage
had arr ved, and asked for her mail. 
As she expected, she was given a letter by the
grizzled old miner who super-intended Doolit—~
da ’s not over-large postal service. ’
‘he letter was addressed:

“ CALAMITY JANE, '  *
Doomsday,” ,
and tgale handwriting was somewhat feminine in
its 3 e. .v
Leavin the post-office and in over toths,
Big Bonsgiza, alamity e’ntsredgoang seated herb»
self at a deserted table. ‘

Here she opened the letter and proceeded to
its perusal—but, lo and behold! there was notlk

infi‘toperuse. - x _ .
he inhclosureitwas simply 2:1 ihilillfghesf'of 0115-,"
n w ite wr ing-paper, w c appeal-1 «_
sings had never been used. , ,
Calamity sat and stared at it in blank am.
ment, at a 10-5 to understand the meanln , for;
she had expected to find a message from A-‘
wood Dick. g

 

 

  
 

What did it mean? Had 

 

 

 

 

M Deadwood Dick’s Disguise.

 

Her gaze once more became riveted upon the

piper. Gradually, on different parts of the

f-sheet, written words were beginning to ap-
pear as if by magic.

Was it witchcraft?

Not at all. Calamity g‘uessed that the words
were written with some ind of liquid that re-
mained colorless until warmed and exposed to
the li ht.

In ve minutes after the exposure to the sun’s
rays she was enabled to decipher the entire let-
ter, which ran as follows:

"FAITKLEBS WOMAN—Why come here? Do you
think to profit thereb , or resurrect the dead? By
undeceivsd. No 01 of mine shall be yours nor
shall you ever rec im the dead, to whom when liv-
ing you were so unfaithful. Beware!

“Tan Srmrr or Swan LAKE.”

Calamity laughed quietly as she folded up the
strange letter and slipped 1t into her pocket.

“ It reads very ghost] indeed, but does not
half convince me that eadwood Dick is not
alive. But why is it that he haunts this lake,
playing up spook? Surely not because of the re-

uted sunken treasure. That would not long
ther him. He must have some other object.
Can it be that the girl is the cause? No! no! I
cannot believe that, even though he believes me
faithless.”

It was all conjecture, and the more she
thought about it the less satisfaction she derived.

During the forenoon she met for the first time
thel ecoentric chap, Bum, who eyed her curi-
ous v.

“ Darn my old cats at you ain’t a queer ’unl”
he remarked. using to squint at her, at the
same time stro ing his strangely colored beard.

' “ ’Spect as how you hain’t got any female togs,

he i”

xWhat’s it your business?” Calamity demand-
ed; “I’m running my own affairs; you run
yours, and be off with youl”

“Perzaml that’s what's ther matter of Sal!
Admire yer fiuck, I do, cl’ar to the bottom of
my stogies. yname is Bum, and that’s my
perfesbion, too. S’pose ye ain’t got a stray bit

' or so in yer wallet ter lend a thirsty mortal tew
procure p’izen with?”

“ Not a nickl” Calamity responded. “ I’ve

1: through contributin’ to the missionaries.

by don’t you run your face over at the Jew’si”

Bum shook his head dubiously.

"Et won’t workl” he sighed; “the Jew will
stand no cheek or face. I’ve tried at o’er an’
o’er in various, places but somehow it wouldn’t

' we . Thar war not beauty ner magnetism in

~ j my mug tew attract the bottle from its accus-

v ' tamed place upon the shelf, aided by the sym-

pathetic band of the barkeeper. ButI tell ye,
miss, at I don’t lubricate ere long all the cog-
wheels of my carcass will refuse to work, and
tbar'll be a kersplosion.”

“ all, the best way you can alleviate your
snflerin . then, is to go and take a drink out of
the lake ’ Calamity said.

Bum shook his head.

‘ “ Too weak. gal—too weak,” he protested, sor~
‘rrowfuily. "I can’t stand the pressure, and
must wi’t’ber like a sunflower on the desert of

. “Alas! so be it, then,” calamity said, with

 

mocking pathos, as she turned away. “ I am
afraid you are too far gone for redemption, al-
ready.’

Bum eyed her sharply as she walked away.

“ Cynical as a lobster w’ot’s got a grip on yer
toe!” he commented. “That’s her w’ot I hear
tell is goin' ter lay fer ther ghost of Deadwood
Dick, or whichever it is. I must see my pardie,
Kate. and see what her opine is on matters in
general.”

And he made his way to the Laurel shanty.

 

CHAPTER VIII.
1. VILLAIN’S PLOT.

THAT day a rough miner, mounted upona
barre, arrived upon the shore of the lake, oppo-
site Doomsday, and signaled for Old Dan to
come over with the flat and ferry him across.

This was done, and Dan pocketed his little fee
of two dollars With quiet satisfaction.

The miner claimed to be from the interior,
and gave his name as John Brent. And no
sooner had he struck the town than he made a
bee-line for the Big Bonanza saloon and com-
menced to indulge in plentiful draughts of bug—
Juice, after the fashion of the average miner
after striking it rich, as Brent from the first de-
clared he had.

“Yes, my noble alootsl” he cried, gulping
down a glass of “ r —eye,” “ yes, I have struck
it rich. me an‘ my pard; an’ new whose bizness
is at of l celebrate a small-sized Fourth 0’ Julia
’thout fireworks? Two long years hev we bin
workin‘ our leetle private snap, on only two
rations o’ whisk a day, an’ new I opine it’s
about time ter anniverse. The old man sed not
to say nothin’ about it; but ghosts and goblins,
it’s too good to keep! Why, ef ye wouldbe-
lieve it, ther old man ’11 be along heer wi’ ther
mules—ten on ’em—an’ every one’s loaded down
wi’ ther purtiest dust an’ nuggets ye ever see‘d.
Lordyl but we aire rich enul‘f ter buy out Con-
gress, we sire—me an’ my pard 1”

Of course the habitues of the Big Bonanza
prickedu their cars at this startling intelli-
gence, an Wild Walt even so far forgot his
own misery as to come forward with manifest
eagerness, an evil gleam in his eyes.

“ Who is this pard o’ yourn, stranger?” he ask-
ed, slapp‘i‘ng the miner familiarly on the shoul-
der. ‘ e be I mought know him.”

“Yes, an’ mebbe not ’cause he don’t git
’quainted werry easy. fiis name is Old Jim
Laurel, an’ he’s a man who minds his his ev’ry
day in a week.”

“ Laurel, oh?” the Tiger commented. “ We’ve
a party of that name byar in Doomsday—an old
henfin’ a chicken. Ever beer yer pard mention
em

“ Was], neow, I opine!” Brent ejaculated;
“an’ that’s jest what I’m beer fer ter brm
ther news that the old man’s comin’. But
shall hev ter take aboard a leetle more nervine
afore I go inter female presence. ’ca’se how I’m
purtic’ler skittish of ’em. Wimmen was allus
dtrehaged wuss by me than ther seven years’
1 o .

But it became apparent that the more “ ner-
vine " he got. the as he became nerved for the
task of waiting upon the Laurels. In fact, it

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was not two hours from the time of his arrival
ere he was too full for utterance and asleep in
one corner of the saloon.

But he had “ given away” what he had evi-
dently been warned not to communicate, and
Wild Walt had taken it all in with avidity.

He had learned that Jim Laurel was toarrive
upon the opposite shore of.the lake some time
during the evening, With his pack-mules loaded
down with gold.

Unless Old Dan Doomsday broke his usual
custom, he could not be tempted to go across
after the passcnger, who must necessarily have
no choice left but to camp down where he was
till morning.

Wild Walt hunted up his confederate, Quan-
trel, and in a low tone explained the situation to
him.

“ Thar’s a pile 0’ gold within our reach it we
only reach fer it,” he said, significantly. “ It’s
worth riskin’ more fer than what lays in the
bottom of the lake.”

“Well,” Quantrel interrogated, “we must
get, that site gold, and hev it for our own,
eh? ' ’ \
“Exactly,” the Tiger agreed. “ Ef we don’t
make our pile now, we never will. All we
have to do is to work it right. Ye see, old
Laurel will arrive on t’other shore, an” not
bein’ able to get across, he’ll have to camp.
Well, we can fix it. As soon’s all’s uiet and 0 d
Dan’s turned in, we’ll cut loose t eboat, and
Send Lankv and Blue Bob over to fetch Laurel
across. When they git him out into the middle
of the lake, they can pop him over, and pull fer
the cover of the swamp, into which the boat
can be run for miles, I think, as I believe the

lace covers a deal of territory unknown to us.
gVe will at once follow, from this shore, in re-
tended pursuit, taking our assage in to
Laurel’s skiflf. How like you t e idea?"

“ Excellent 1” Quantrel replied. “ But this
matter must be kept quiet, or there’ll be trouble.
Do you think Lanky and Blue Bob will go?”

“ Yes. They’ll do ’most anything in the way
of crime for money. The anticipation of sharin
the fortune will be spur enough, I fancy.
will hunt them up, and put them onto the
scheme.” .

Night drew on a ace, but brought no change
in the condition of he man Brent, for, although

~ be several times aroused from his drunken stu-

por, heimmediately imbibed enough “p’izen”
to fix him back in his corner again. .insensible.

There would be no moon that night, for the
sky was one mass of dark, ominous clouds that
threatened to burst at any minute, and send a
deluge of rain u on the earth.

Just when t e shades were beginning to
gather, a horseman was dimly seen upon the
gpposite shore, with several pack-mules behind

in.

Old Dan was sitting down by his boat when
the report of a rifle attracted his attention for
the first time to the man who wanted to come
acmss.

“ Hum h!” he muttered. "float you kee
right on rin’, fer all ther good it will do ye.
don’t run a boat to accommydate passengers at
this .imel”

After awhile the man on the other side fired

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again, and again, at which Dan chuckled, but
made no move to start across.

And the fast gathering shadows soon obscured
the other shore, after which no more was heard
of the lone traveler. “

Kate Laurel came down to the beach ‘ short
while afterward. i

“ What's the matter?" she asked. “ Bonn-
hody want to come across eh?”

“ Yes, I reckon so,” Dan replied, with a
grunt. “Some miner, whose paid I fetched
across today, an’ he lays drunk over in the ;
Jew’s den now. Ono's enufl' at a time o’ sech a /,
kind, so I’ll let that feller stay whar he is till 
mornin’. He kin at the genuine mountain dew
over thar free of c arge.” *

“Hope it isn’t papal” Kate said, anxiously. r
“ I dreampt, not long ago, that he was
on to ioin us. When he comes, he is going to
bring ots of money, and I should hats to have
these roughs of Doomsday know it." ‘v.

“Yes. They’re jest the kit an'ca what 
would not hesntate to rob a man—that , taken
as a whole! The feller, Wild Walt, is a ruflan
of the worst stamp, an’ theKAsay that Calamity
Jane is in with him. If t t’s the case, why. 4
she can’t be much better than he." ‘ .;

“ I am afraid of her!” Kate declared, with a ,j.
shudder. “ She mistrusts me of being acquainted ,2.“-
with Deadwood Dick, who, she says is her I x‘
lawful husband. I am fearful that she will 5:"
harm me.” 

“ Bahl she knows better than tohurt you, you ‘1 3
may rest assured. She is jealous without cause. 
I don’t believe that Deadwood Dick is alive.” '

And so the conversation dropped, and Kate
soon after returned to her home while old Dan
sought his—for the rain began to patter down
in big drops.

Soon the storm broke out furiously, the rain _
coming down in torrents the thunder rolling 
and crashin , and the lightning coming in in- V
oessant, vivi glares. ‘ a

’Most every one who was out of doors, availed ‘
themselves of shelter as quickly as possible; but -
it was not for four men of Doomsday to lose a ' “g
golgolsn opportunity, for the sake of avoiding a ' _
we ng. , V
Soon after the storm commenced, Wild Walt. .
Quantrel, and two other rudianly looking fel- V
lows. appeared in the vicinity of the beaohwhm
old Dan’s flat-boat lay.

“It’s a bully old 111 ht for our scheme,” the
Ti er said, with a chuck e. “ Ali’s clear as mud.
an no one here to hinder. As soon as we hear
a riistobshot, we'll j’ine ye, in the little boat. ”

be for flat was then cut loose, and
and Blue ob leaped aboard, pulling out from
shore, With the great swee , while the Ti
and Quantrel remained be (1, and wa
and waited. By ever glare of lightning they
cguld discern the flat- 1: nearing the W
s ore.

Then, there was a half-hour in which the light-
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“ I wonder what success they’re havin'f" Wild
Walt flnafllllg growled. “ They ortsr he comin'
back b time.” '

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CHAPTER IX.
THE SPECTER AND THE HAWK.

IN that flash of lightning, the two villains
upon the eastern shore, were enabled to witness
for the instant, that which was not unexpected
to them—a strange, thrilling scene, wherein one
man was standing, holding a pistol leveled at
another man, who was falling backward.

Then, all was darkness, followed almost im-
mediately by another prolonged glare, as if it
were the will of the all-wise Ruler to throw
light upon the deadly deed committed under the
cover of night.

In this second flash, a boat was seen bearing
down upon the ferry without apparent means of
.. volition, while 11 right in the boat stood the al—
leged specter of eadwood Dick, clad in a cloak
of white, and holdiu a rifle leveled toward the
barge, from which anky and Blue Bob were
seen leaping in terror into the lake.

The nfle of the specter spoke even as the flash
ended, and there was an earthly yell, as if it
had been the death-warrant of one of the out-

ws.
“ Cuss the luck!” Wild Walt hissed. “The
, thing in the boat is clearin’ out our pards!
Hark! heer comes a gang from the Big Bonanza.
We must slip away, and join in their rear.”

Fromabove the roar of the storm, many foot-
falls could be heard approaching from the direc-
tion of Solomons’s saloon.

Hastin the Tiger and Quantrel crept away
along the beach, made a stealth detour, and
' joined the crowd in the rear, so t at their com-
pliclty 1“:viith the doings on the lake might not be
sus .

own poured the rain in torrents, but the
thunder and the lightnin momentarily ceased.

“,What’s ther matter Old Dan Doomsday
demanded running up, followed by Calamity
Jane. “ Who has stolen my boat?”

“ Dunno!” was the grim response on every

nd.

Just then there came another flash of light-
ning, of which all took advantage to stare hard
upon the lake.

They saw the spectral figure of Deadwood

(gilt, standing upon the ferry-boat, but nothing

The mules and men whom the Tiger had pre-
~ vious‘liy seen there were all one.

Ha . the Phantom of the ake killed even the
mules/and tumbled themr with their golden
burden, into the lake?

That was the only conclusion the Tiger and
Quantrel could arrive at.

To the others, of course, nothin was yet
known of the true circumstances 0 .the case;
consequently, the Tiger and his pard were the
on] ones ca _ ble 0! a preciating the situation.

0 other ghtning h rewarded the watch-
ers’ earnest gaze, for several minutes after the
one that betrayed Dead wood Dick standing on
the boat; and, when it did finally come, the
boat was tenantless, and Dick was gone, or his
apparition, whichever it was.

 

The next morning after the storm was over,
the hfeless remains o Lanky and Blue Bob were
found washed ashore near the spot where they
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a true suspicion that they had gone over to
murder the traveler became rife.

The ferry-boat, stained with blood, was re-
covered; the man Brent was brought to his
senses sufficiently to give a comprehensive state-
ment regarding his pard, who he still insisted
was Jim Laurel, and had possossion of their
united fortunes in gold at the time of his land-
in on the other side.

hen Kate Laurel and her mother heard this
they were nearly distracted; and on their ac-
counts, 8. search was made for the body of the
unfortunate miner; but without result; no trace
of his body, or of the pack~mules, could be
found. Evidently all had gone down to the bot-
tom of the lake.

Calamity met the Tiger on the street during
the day, and confronted him.

“ They say all the gold’s at the bottom of the
lake?” she said, rather interrogativel .

“ Of course it," was the guy. “ har’s a rich
prize layin’ thar fer someb y.”

“ Yes, but it won’t be got at until the ghost is
laid I” Calamity said. “ It’s a cold day when
Dick gets left, when he sets out to do a thing,
and I reckon he's set out to boss Swamp Lake.
He’s sunk the treasure where he calculates it’ll
be safe out of any seeker’s reach, and will fight
any one off from getting possession of it, until
he sees proper to raise it himself. We must
first plan to capture him, and then ou will
have a chance to work for the find. ou may
hays, the gold; all I want is Deadwood Dick hum
se .
“Capture be hanged!” was the Tiger’s un—
cggiplimentary answer. “ How ye gom' to do

“ Leave that to me," Calamity replied. “ I’m
oin to lay for him to-night, when it is evi-
ent y going to rain again and be dark. In Miss

Laurel’s boat I’ll venture into the timbered part
of the lake. If I’m not mistaken, it won’t take
me long to unearth his ghostshi . You and our
men are toremain ashore, an when you car
three istol-shots in rs. id succession, seize the
ferry- t and come to he edge of the timber to
my assistance. ”

“All right. It shall be as ye so this time,
and we’ll see how much ye accomp ish. Ef ya
don’t make yer p’int, then I’ll assume the lead
hereafter, you bet.”

Calamity Jane smiled quietly.

“That remains to be seen,” she said. “I do
not as a usual thing say fail to any reasonable
protect, nor train under any man‘s sad.”

8 e then turned away and entered the Big

Bonanza, nearly in front of which she had met
the Tiger. ‘
Just before sunset the stage whirled down into
Doomsday. What few gassengers were aboard
quickly disembarked an adjourned to the “ ho-
tel ” to seek spiritual coolness, for it had been a
warm day.

Among the passengers was a rather handsome
man, attired in citizen‘s clothing, who, withal
had a keen eye and a hawkish expression of
countenance that proclaimed him at least pos-
sessed of ordinary shrewdness.

He wore a sweeping mustache and long hair,
and yet hardly possessed the appearance of a
regular frontier-small.

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The moment he entered the saloon he saw
Calamity. and she saw him. On his face came
an expression of recognition and admiration,
while on hers nothing but cool defiance and dis-
like was noticeable.

The man advanced to where the young
woman sat, his face looking unusually hawkish
in the smile it wore.

“My dear Mrs. Harris, how delighted I am
to meet you here," he said, gallantly, doiiing
his hat. “ I thought you were down in the
southern country; 1 did, I assure you.”

“ I generally hover around the place where I
think danger menaces my husband,” Calamity
responded, haughtily. “Sir, you will have the
condescension to not address me further."

“ A deputy United States marshal has, I be’
lieve, the right to address whoever he pleases,”
was the unabashed answer, “and 1, Major
Maguire, generally improve the liberty when-
ever I please. You should know better than to
repulse me in such a place as this, Calamity,
where my position is all-powerful.”

“ Bah! Try not to terrify me,” she flashed
back, menace in her tone and learning from
her eyes. “ Your very wor s betray the
amount of sterling manhood that exists—only
—in your mind."

The major laughed lightly, and taking a
chair, seated himself so that Calamity could
not readily escape from the corner where she
was seated.

“ Now you’re a little too rough on me, dear,”
he said, persuasively. “ Pray tell me who
loved you first—that infernal rascal, Deadwood
Dick, or I—tben a. scout up in the Black
Hills?”

“ Stop!" she cried, imperatively, a wild glare
in her eyes, which betokened desperation. “ If
I met you before I met the man whom my soul
yearned for, and whose wild life I saved time
and again, I knew you only to despise you.
You have caused me enough trouble, sir; why
seek to persecute me longer? You came to our
cabin while my husband was away; you first in-
sulted me, and when repulsed, commenced to
make a rufilanly and disgusting]: plea of love.
I was so horrified that I wept. y husband ar-
rived outside the cabin just in time to hear a
part of your accursed plea and witness my
weakness. Misconstruing the truth of the situ-
ation, he fled in sorrow and indignation and I
awoke to find myself husbandleas, through your
instrumentality. ()hl curse you, Maurice Ma-
gaire—curse you I”

The de uty marshal watched her with an evil
smile whi 6 she spoke, not appearing to be in
the least put out by her words.

“Pooh!” he said, when she had time. “ What
have you lost? The man you profess to love is
not worth one hair of your head, and is either
dead or as good as dead, for I am here for the
ver p of ending his career in necordance
wit the aw. I am empowered by my superior
officer to offer a large reward for the culprit—
that is, five thousand dollars for his capture,
dead or alive. How does that strike on? You
see I know the whole situation. ’ve had a
party here for six months enga d in ferr sting
out the case. Your s use, w om you believe

to be dead, is just as ive as either of us, and,‘

 

moreover, has been courting up the belle of the

town—Laurel is her name, isn’t it? Well, that

conclgswely proves that he cares nothing for
on.

Calamity buried her face in her hands and
was silent, while Maguire went on:

“I’ll not trouble you by saying more now,
but think the matter over—think how you have
bestowed affection upon that man only to be de-
serted by him‘ in a fit of jealousy! Will you
stand this, and know that he is lavishing his af-
fections upon your rival, or will on come to
the one who has no choice—no ope in' the
wgrlg but you? wall leave it to you to de-
ci c.

He bent over then, quickly imprinted a kiss
upon her head, and arisln , strode toward the

bar with a triumphant smi e.

CHAPTER X.

BUM BELLIGEBENT AND CALAMITY’S WATER.

wnarrn.

CALAMITY JANE did not stir for several min-
utes after the insult, but kept her face buried in
her hands.

But, though she made no attempt to avenge
herself, there was one who did, and that person
vaas the man of contrasting hair and heard, Old

um.

He had witnessed the bold act of the deputy ‘

marshal, and it seemed to fire him with an er,

for as soon as Meguire reached the bar um

sitrode up to him and tapped him on the shoul-
er.

Ma ire wheeled like a flash, provin that he
was a ways prepared to turn on the de ensive.

“ What the clones do you want?” he demand-
ed, surveying Bum with a half-amused glare,
for he had evidently never encountered such a
curious-looking specimen of humanity before.

“I want ter know.ef thet gal over yonder

told ye that ye could kiss her in public in that v

fashion?” Bum cried, menacingly.

“What of m” the deputy blustered. “I. 

reckon I kiss whoever I please, regardless of
other people’s wishes. That gel is mine, over
yonder, if ye want tew know it, an’ I’ll kiss her
all I please.”

And with this declaration he gave Bum a.
Bush, that was almost instantly answered by a

low in the breast that knocked Maguire
against the bar with terri flc force. =

“ Guess ye’ll Parn ter keep yer flakes cl! 8. re-
specterble citizen like me, arter this!” thewet»

eran cried. “My name is Bum, from Bum- ’

ville—no keerdsl” ,

It was a full minute ere the deputy could re-
cover his breath, sufficient to speak, so heavy
had been the force of the blow he received;

When he did recover, he glared at Bum as if
he could annihilate him instantly.

“ Mani do you know whom you have in-
sulted?” Maguire hissed. his face flushed with
rage. I am a. de uty U. S. marshal; so down
on your knees an apolggize. or I'll have you
hung before another sun .

Bum gave vent to a snort of dis ust

“ I don’t keer a oonternental e ye sire the:

hull Government consolidated—ye can’t sheer

me!” he averred. “I weren’t brought up in
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insulted my friend, Kerlamity Jane, and of I

ketch ye at it ag’in, durn my left colors of I

don’t make yer heels break yer neck. I’m bad

-—very bad, an‘ of ye know when ye’r’ in good

health, thar’s whar ter put on yer brakes an’

avoid an accident!”

Calamity came forward gjust then.

“ See here, Nondescriptl ’ she said, addressing
Bum, “ who told on to bite into this biscuit?
I’ll ’tend to this in ividuai in self. ['16 did in—
sult me, but I fear him not. aurice Maguire,
you shall pay for what you have done, and that,
too. dearly 1’

She then turned and strode from the saloon,
her e as g‘leaming with set resolve.

“ ban you!” Maguire called after her, “ I

shall, not require any pay for my services so
ar

He then turned to Old Bum.

“So you won’t a logize, eh?" he demanded.
“ If on don’t, it wi 1 be the worse for you!”

“ ahl bah I" was the retort. “ I defy you and
all who back you. La but a finger's weight on
me and I’ll teach you t at though you may have
the law on your s do, you cannot buck against
the odds I can bring against you. I am heeled,
and if it comes down to necessity, I can clean
out the whole crowd, before I’ll surrender.”

He drew his revolvers, cocked them, and stood
grin: and defiant before the deputy, his very ex-
pression showing that he was ready for a battle
it needs be.

- “ Shimminy gracious! Sdo lsdopl” cried Sol-
omons, mounting the bar. “ vil hafl’ no shoot
pizness goin’ on mit in dis bremises. I'vas run
dish saloon, und I plow der prains outside in off
an veller v’ot gommidts some fussesl”

ut, he got down out of sight pretty lively,
when he saw one of Bum’s glittering weapons
leveled upon him.

“I dake it all pack—don’d shoot,” he roared
from his refuge behind the counter. “ I vas a
square man, so drue ash v’ot I lifl’.”

“Comel out with it!” Bum cried, eying the
oflcer, sternly. ' “ Do you want to start a funeral
enter rise right here, or not? Ef you do, say so,
mi’ 1’ 1 do my sheer of ther‘undertakin’l”

“ I guess there is no particular need of fighting
over the matterl” Ma uire said, .with a sinister
smile. “If I wished could arrest you, but I’ll
not do it this time. Maybe your danger will be
a lesson to you to mind your own business here-

after l” '
you make me lam” Bum retorted, with
an expression of disgust. “ The less of your ro
you try to lengthen in this hamlet, the better it
will be for you i” ’
He then turned and left the saloon, with the
independent swagger of the King of Tramps.
Maquire’s hawk h gaze followed him until he‘
had quitted the saloon, then he ordered a drink
at the bar and gulped it down with a snarl, even
as a hungry dog might have made over a piece
of meat.
,He then produced a large sheet of white wrap-
ping paper and a marking brush, and seating
imself at one of the tables, proceeded to print
_, out a placard, which be occupied some time in
completing. \.
A crow gathered around and looked on in
curiosity to know what was the matter. .

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When finished, the work looked well, and
read as follows:

“ $5,000 REWARD.

“ To whom it may concomr—I will pa the sum of
five thousand dollars into the hands 0 any person
or persons who will capture and deliver into my
cusrody. dcad or alive, the notorious (in-sperado, thief,
and ruman-at-large known as Deadwood Dick,

who, though reported dead, I believe to be still liv-‘

ing, and in this vicinity. M . MAGUIRE,

“ U. S. Deputy Marshal."

This Ma uire posted up in a sightly place
within the  Bonanza, where it was read and
re-read by a who chanced to drop in for re-
freshments—and they were not few.

0! course the reward offered created a buzz of
excitement at once, for a thousand dollars was
a goodly sum, and it took a good many days to

an that much out about the mining district of

oomsday; but five thousand—why, that was a
rich strike!

Would the famous rover be caught?

There were various opinions on the subject.

Some thought he was alive, and would sooner
or later be captured, while others believed he
was immortal and beyond earthly power to cap-

are.

And thus the matter was forced to rest for
the time being.

When night again fell over the little moun-
tain city, darkness as black as Stygia reigned
supreme,

he wmd howled dismally over the peaks, and
thunder growled rebukingly along the western
horizon, as if as a warning to sinners to desist
from their sinful purposes.

As soon as dar ness had fairly settled down
in its blank intensity, 3. female figure. clad in
male attire, came stealthin down to the lake
shore, where the ferry usually landed.

It was Calamity Jane.

In her hand she carried her rifle, and her belt
was supplied with its customary weapons.

Her face was almost deathly white, and bore
an expression of pain. Her eyes burned with
an unnatural fire, and agitation was betra ed
in the tremor that occasionally pervaded er
frame.

When she came to the ferry-boat, she sat
down upon the edge of it, and was silent for
several minutes, her chin resting upon her hand.

“Wh is it that I am so jealous of him if all
is true bear against him? To be sure, he had
the first right to be jealous of me.

“ Wild mountain waif that I was, I mingled in
the roughest scenes and the roughest society of
the roug est towns in the mountains. {:16 took
me, married me, and redeemed me from the
curse that hung over me, never saying a word
of the past—at least of my past, but always
elaborating on a hap future. Yet I always
fancied that he was a ittls watchful and doubt-
ful about me and when he saw Maurice Ma.-
guire making love to me in our own cabin, I do
not wonder he turned and fled from me as he
would from a viper. And yet, I cannot—no,
nor never will I give him up, no matter what
damnin devices be may bring nip to testme.
Trust 1: m in the face of love or eath, Will 1,
until I find on my death-bed I am wrong—then,

"

us,

again buried her face in her hands.

Deadwood Dick's Disguise. 7 19

 

if Inam wrong, I will repent when it is too
late.

As she ceased speaking she raised her gaze as
if praying to the Almighty to strengthen or
resolve and purpose; then she arose, and glided
toward the Laurel shanty, which stood not far
from the lake shore, partially surrounded by a
grove of maples—the remnants of a. once heavy
forest.

“ I will see if the are all asleep ” she mut—
tered; “then, if I sa ely return it,'they cannot
blame me for borrowing the boat for a little
while 1” '

She said this as she neared the shanty, in the
front door of which Mrs. Laurel was seated in
her invalid chair, weeping, her head bOWed in
her hands.

“ Poor old lady l” Calamity said, to herself, as
she saw her. “ She feels had over the supposed
death of her husband. 1 wonder if she feels
half the anguish at heart that I do?” -

She stood in the shadow of a huge maple, and
gazed at the bereaved wife and mother, for a
few moments, then, hearing the sound of voices
in the rear of the dwelling, curiosity impelled
her to glide stealtthy in that direction.

Shortly she gain a position where she was
able to dimly view a. scene that set her pulses
throbbing wildly.

Upon her knees, near the rear door of the
shanty, knelt Katie Laurel, her hands clasped,
and her head bowed as though in rayer.

Upon a camp stool, just before or sat Dead-
wood Dick!

It was not in flowing robes of white that he
now appeared, but as his natural self, as Ca-
lamity had last seen him at their far-away
mountain home.

Calamit stood as if turned to stone. She
saw him, eard him speak, and ‘yet could not
move or speak herself.

Katie Laure was the first to speak.

“ Oh! Mr. Harris, you have lifted a. load
from my heart, and hardly know how to
thank you for the words you have uttered. For
the relief you have given me, however, I will
thank you sincerely and with all my heart, and
should it ever come within m power to grant
you a favor, rest assured I w i do so, whether
asked or unasked i” ,

“Miss Laurel, speak not so,” the voice of
Deadwwd Dick answered. “Although other
ears may be-iistening, I will truthfully sa that
I believe you to be an estimable and ighly
respectable young lady, and any favor a gen-
tleman could do you would be only a credit to
yourself. What I have said, please let remain
asecret between us, until the developments I
mentioned, are matured. Then, I fancy you
will not be sorry you ever met that consummate
rascal and desperado, Deadwood Dick—a man
whose friends forsake him day by day, and
drive him to the desperate deeds for which he
receives the curses of nearly all mankind. Au
revoir, Miss Laurel l”

The last sentence was uttered in a choked
tone, as if the speaker were in sudden remem-
brance of some glastand-gone sorrow, or love.

He rose from ‘s seat, mechanically, and dis-
appeared among the trees, while Katie Laurel

 

Like_ a sleuth and with cat-like footfalls
Calamity Jane followed after the man she had
seen, or his apparition—in her delirium of
jealousy, she har ly knew which.

Through between the trees she glided. some-
times almost near enough to touch him—and
remorse tugging at her heart-strin 5.

Did, or did he not know that s e was close
behind him? If he had the soulful, undyinglove
for her that she had for him, could he stride on
without looking back, at the beckon of his own
conscience?

They were seen out of the grove, but he was
by this time just far enough ahead of her not to
distinguish her footfalls upon the soft soil.

Down to the beach he went, not a hundred
yards from the ferry, and took possession of a
liglgt skiff that was fiunded upon the beach.

ot far away lay te Laurel’s pretty skiff,
with the oars at hand. ,

Calamity glided (illickly across the sands, and
was in the little cra t nearly as soon as the man
she loved abovo all the world was in his boat.

Deadwood Dick cpulled a strong car, but with
all his strength an experience, Calamity, true,
loving, faithful, was soon close behind him.

On! on they rowed!

Nearer the ranged, until side ably side they
were just at t 6 ed 8 of the diam forest, the
roots of which sun deep into the bottom of
Swamp Lake.

“ Dick! Dick! Oh, God! come to me and say
that I am forgiven l” Calamity cried, her tone
piteous and remorseful.

In the next boat now sat, instead of the for-
mer black-clad figure, the up arition of Dead-
wood Dick—white-clad, deat ly of face, with
figwing eyes, and an expression of unutterable

ness.

 

CHAPTER XI.
KATE 10 m RESCUE. _
WAS this indeed a specter, instead of a human

ingi

As Calamity spoke, the strange burning gaze
of the thing in the next boat turned accusineg
upon her, but the expression on the face did not
change, neither did the lips move.

A eeling of sickening horror took possession
of the girl, and she put out her hands entreat-

inglg

“ hi Dick! Dick! s to me, just once!"
she cried iteously. “ ell me that you do not
hate me, at that I am forgiven i”

There wa no answer—no change in the stony .

stare in the eyes of the man, nor to the stony ex-
pression of his ghostly countenance.

With a scream of alfright and terror, Calam-
ity sunk back in her boat in a swoon.

The tax upon her courage was more than she

could bear—the ver thought that she; was in
the presence of the eparted irit of her hus-
band, was so terrible as to rive her senses
from her.  '

It was a ion time ere she recovered her con- .
sciousness, an when she did so, it was with a , '.

violent start and a gasp of wonderment.
What transformation was this?
Her recollection was of being on the lake, in
thgogresence of the dread up rition of Dead-
Dick—but she was not t are now.
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Instead, she was now lyin upon the hard
floor of the strong cabin or jai of the town.

It was morning, and by the dim light that
streamed in through the window, which was
grated with iron bars, she was able to compre-
hend where she was.

“ Caged!” she mused gloomily, running her
shapely fingers throug her hair. “ Let me
see. I must have fainted, and drifted ashore-—
or else Dick piloted the boat ashore. Oh! my
God, is he really dead? Am I after all mis-
taken, in believing that he is living? Oh! why
do I not know—for after meeting him, and he
would not speak to me, I must believe that it
was his ghost I saw. And yet did I not hear
him 3 k to that viper that stands between us
-—Dic and I 1 Maybe I am going mad!"

She burst into tears then, and Wept bitterly,
he; fwhole spirit seemingly entering into the
gr e .

After awhile she ceased weeping, but there
was a haggard, remorseful expression upon her

ace.
“ It was through the instrumentality of that
n, Maguire, that I am here,” she said, with
conviction. “ He has a design—if I am right—
in this. He proposes to keep me imprisoned in
order to bring Dick to my rescue, and then cap-
ture him. But he will fail there. Dick will
never come 1”

She was right, so far as the de uty marshal
was concerned; it was he who was er captor.

,During the early part of the forenoon the
door was unlocked, and he entered.

The expression of mocking triumph u n his
face, exasperated Calamity, but she reso ved to
ap ar unconcerned and defiant.

‘ Poor child 1” he said, patronizingly, as he
approached where she was sitting upon the only
bench in the rude jail. “ It is a sin to keep you
shut up in this dismal place.”

“ Indeed! I presume it causes you many pangs
of anguish,” Calamity retorted. “ The only
thing surprising to me is your foolishness—for
you surely must be foolish if you hope to make
anything out of this move.”

“ What move?” Maguire demanded, with a
smile. “ I have made no move and formed no
plan as yet, except to capture the festive phan—
tom Richard, and marry yourself.”

“ humphi I thought that was your game, as
soon as I discovered myself here in jail. But,
let me tell on that on are reckoning without
your host. on thin my being imprisoned here
will attract Dick to my rescue, but he willnever
come to my rescue, and you will have your
trouble for your pains.”

“ I ratlfiar fancy he will come around, when
he sees yo put 11%” a target," Maguire sneered
villainously. “ ou seem to have tumbled
gracefully onto my design. I shall hold you a

risoner for a reasonable length of time, to see if

be bold Richard cannot be enticed from his lair.
If I see that Won’t work, I shall have ou taken
from jail and shot for complicity in h 5 crimes,
as a warning that road-agents and their spies
are not wanted in Arizona. I think this will
assure your pet desperado that his end is draw-
ing ni h, and the most reasonable thing he can
do w! be to come in and surrender, or clear out
for good and all. .

 

Calamity laughed scernfully.

“You know little of my husband, if you really
entertain such an idea, 7 she said. “ If he 15
really alive, which I but half believe, any lon—
ger, he will not a110w himself to be taken, you
may rest assured. If you escape with your own
life ou may count yourself lucky!”

“ ’11 take all the chances, while as for your-
self, you have only one chance, which is this:
marry me and accompany me back to the States,
and it will be all right. Otherwise, you will be
kept here until to—morrow at sunrise, when, if

~Deadwood Dicky don’t obligingly stumble into

my ower, you will be taken from jail and shot
as his accomplice and spy.”

“ Very well. If necessary, I’ll take the shoot-
ing penalty, a hundred times in reference to
marrying a ruflian of your ilk l” Ca amity flrmly
decided.

“If you have done, be kind enough to take
your departure.”

“ I will accommodate you!” the villain re—

‘sponded, with a provoking grin.

“I will, however, see you again.”

He then departed, locking the door after him.

Considerable excitement was created over
Calamity’s arrest, many holding that it was not
right, and when Kate Laurel heard of it, she
was indignant.

“It’sashamei’l she said to herself. “I do
not see what right this deputy marshal has to
hold her for her husband’s misdeeds, if sobe
that she is the wife of Deadwood Dick, which
now seems probable. There is evidentlyK a
serious rupture between them, and she thin s I
am instrumental in furthering it. But she
shall not think so long. I Will try to bring
them together, for why should I not, after the
good news Deadwood Dick brought me last
night? First of all, it remains for me to take
word to him of Calamity Jane’s arrest. But to
do this, I must do what no one else has done—
explore the forest in the lake in quest of him !”

 

I CHAPTER 'XII.
KATE’S nxrnoamo EXPEDITION.

IT was a bold decision on her part, but she
resolved to do it in return for somethin , Dead-
wood Dick had done for her, which wil be dis-
closed in due time.

She saw now that there was little use to at-
tempt to reach the gold that had been sunk in
the lake; she saw that which was plain enough
to her to satisfy, that both Deadwood Dick and
Calamity were more crowded upon by the
people than they were sinning.

T erefore anything reasonable she could do
for them she resolved to do, in defiance to the

villainous intentions of either the deputy mar-'

shal or of.Wild Walt and his element.
Supplying her boat with a small stock of pro-
visions and ammunition, she next sou ht about
the town for her nondescript pard, 01 Bum.
' But he was nowhere to be seen. nor did any
one confess to having seen him during the
morning.

“ I reckon I shall have to go it alone,” Kate

muttered, as she went back to the boat, “though
I should like to have had him with me."
Just as she was completing her arrangements

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to start, Deputy Maguire came down to the
water’s edge with a pompous strut.

“ Hello, sis, where are you going in that
boat?” he demanded, in an authoritative way
that instantly aroused Kate's “ Irish.”

“ I should like to know what it is your busi-
ness, as long as it’s my boat? Igcnerally go
where I please with iti’ she retorted, her face
flushing with indignation.

“ Oh! it’s your boat, eh? Well, I can’t help
that. I'm having a rigid watch kept over this
town, and no one can enter it or leave it with-
out my permission."

Kate stared at the man in astonishment for a
moment, then burst into a sarcastic laugh.

“ The powers of a deputy marshal must have
increased some, then,” she said, coolly. “ I
never was aware the law gave you the power
to exert authority over everybody.”

It was Maguire’s turn to be somewhat aston-
ished; be had not expected to encounter so sharp

a irl.

%Well, I have the power, and you will save
yourself unnecessary trouble by obeying me!”
is declared.

“Do tell!” was Kate’s response. “ I dare say
you’d like to have me desist from doing as I
please?"

“ You couldn’t have hit it straighter had you
tried,” was the declaration, uttered with a de-
gree of self-conscious pride.

“ Then allow me to politely inform you that
you are reckoning without your host, as I recog-
nize no master but myself and the One above.
Your preposterous sup osition that you can
order me about is big 1y ludicrous and in-
solent, so the sooner you get rid of a large
per cent. of your freshness, the better your
lcihan’ces will be for surviving your honorary of-

ce.

Maguire flushed with rage.

“ I’ll show you what power I have if you at- I
'tempt to leave the place!” he growled, menac-

in l .

g“ {Will you, though?” Kate flashed, drawing a
self-cocking revolver suddenly from her pocket
and leveling it upon him. “ Now, Mr. Deputy
Marshal, I’ll give you until I count thirty to
put your anatomy out of sight around the cor-
nor of yonder building. If you fail to do so
you’ll find that I am a most excellent shot. and
not a bit ‘skeery’ about dropping a man of
your type. Go, or I’ll make you regret that
you ever saw me.” _ ‘

Maguire’s eyes gleamed lundli. .

“ Curse me! I ought to have s at you Without

rley," he gritted. “ You’ve got the drop, and

ll retreat!”

He did so, with a poor exhibition of grace, and
Kate was left master of the situation. _

Improving the advantage thus gamed, she
took possossxon of her boat and pulled out upon
the lake.

As soon as she was well out from the shore she
headed her boat into the swamp—the strange,
gloomy forest which grew up out of the dark
waters of the lake.

Not without some misgivings Kate propelled
her boat up one of the gloomy water-aisles,
where in some laces water-lilies rested upon
the surface, an the frequent “chug” of the

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frog was heard, startled from his perch by the
ap roach of the boat.

thick were the branches and leaves over-
head that, after she was fairly into the woods,
Kate was unable to see but a short distance
ahead of her.

There was a strange, peculiar odor on the
still, damp air, and the weird silence lent a sol—
emu charm to the surroundings.

For an hour she threaded the labyrinth of the
place with careful onrstroke—then she abruptly
halted her boat in curiosit .

Just ahead of her was and, to either side of
which the water diverged. proving that instead
of being the mainland, it was an island in the
swamp. Fronting upon the water, however
precipitous cliffs arose to a hight nearly equal
to that of the trees themselves—cliffs which
Kate at once perceived no ordinary mortal could
easily scale unassisted.

Having discovered this much, she ulled soft-
ly; on, careful lest the incautious d p of an our
5 ould betray her presence.

In this way she made a voyage entirely
around the island, and found the cliffs arose the
same on all sides.

There was one place, however, where a nar-
row path bad been hewn out up the sides of this
cliff, and was the only visible route b which
the top of the “lift” could be reached mm the
water s edge. 4

As a whole, Kate judged that the island com-
prised some forty or fifty acres, and was wooded
upon the top.

“ This must be Deadwood'Dick’s rendezvous.”
was her conclusion. “And, too, there must be
a secret concerning the place, or he could not
stay here. I wonder what kind of a reception
I’ll meet with if I go up there? Be it good, bad
or indiflerent, I'm going to try it.”

She pulled her boat close to the rocky wall
and fastened it to a little spur of rock with a
to e.

topping out, then, she cautiously ascended
the narrow pathway, and was soon at the top,
where, to her surprise, she found herself foam
3 pocket, which the slopin formation of Ian
made a most perfect owl or caldron in
nature’s mold.

There were only a few shrubs to be seen.
while at the bottom were two shanties and some
tents of considerable sin.

Digging into the sides of the basin were some
Falf fiddoaen red-shirted men, evidently mining

or go .

Kate was noting everything when a hand
seized her shoulder and a man’s voice exclaimed:

“ Young lady, you are my prisoner 1”

CHAPTER XIII.
run assume or 'rmnu ALLl
Tan two prominent men of Doomsday were

 

'now undisputably Wild Walt the Tiger and

Magnire, the depot —that is, as far as strength
was concerned whi e Bum the Bummer was by
:10 \means to he unconsidered as regards popu-
arit .

Th3; Tiger, however, had no fancy for the
Government omcial, who had so obtruded him-

' self into_the field in the capacity of hose.

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28 , Deadwood Dick’s Disguise. u

love with the bruiser, who seemed to desire a
quarrel with the marshal.

During the forenoon of the day following
Calamity’s arrest Ma uire spent the most of
his time in the iiig onauza, endeavoring to
make himself popular by treating nearly every
one who entered the room; but in this liberality
he urpesely omitted to invite the Tiger to par-
tic to; and therefore, after standing it as long
as is palate and temper would admit, the
rough made hold to range himself up alongside
the bar. and was not bashful in calling for
whisky.

“Vel, you vi] have to oxkushe me, Misder
Valter!” Solomons said, “but you see id vas
against mine rules to ledt you half anodder
shmile until you vas pay me dot seven dollar
v’ot ou have on der 3 late.”

“ t out, you old limbergerl” the Tiger ex-
claimed, with ferocious mien. “I’m drinking
wi' my friend heer, ther deputy. Scratch it on
his list.”

And seizin the bottle from the J ew’s hands,
he proceed to insert the nozzle between his
lips, and help himself in a liberal way.

But he had not absorbed enough to do him any
harm before the bottle was struck by the iron
fist of Maguire and dashed into atoms. Where-
upon the Tiger turned upon him with a drawn
revolver.

But it chanced that the deputy had one drawn
also, and the two men stood glaring with any-
thin but friendly expressions of countenance.

" reckon you are a little mistaken in your
0 inion as to who pays your whisky bills!” was

aguire’s reminder. ‘ When I want you to
grinl’r’ with me I will give you a personal invita-

on.

“ Ye didn’t invite me then?” Wild Walt sneer-

' ed sava ely.

3‘ We I reckon not' I parti
, . . general! am cu-
lar as to whom I drink with.” y

“Then ye meant ter slight me when ye war
settin’ ’em up fer ther rest 0’ ther bo s?"

“ Well, yes, ef ye like at so—thoug I did not
think on of enough importance to notice.”

“ aal, you’ll just about find out how much
importance I am,” the Tiger returned, flaming
with rage. “ I’m the boss of this h or hamlet,
I am, an’ when a feller insults me e might as
well take his choice 0’ two thin et down on
his knees and apologize, or cummi suicide, for
I’ll grind him into bone-dust ef he don’t. Any
fit; as knows me will tell ye as how I’m terrific

The deputy marshal may have thought so. too,
but he mustered up courage enough to force a
derisive laugh.

“ I guess you won’t hurt many blind cats!” he
retorted scorntully. “ The best thing you can
do is to go home and go to bed.”

A hel 'sh gleam shot from the eyes of Wild
Walt, and, with a panther-like leap, he sprung
upon the deputy, his lips emitting a hiss like

I that of some venomous serpent.

The next instant the two men were clinched
and rolling upon the floor, snarling and growl-
ing like a pair of flghtin drags.

‘ I’ll murder you !” t e eputy roared, furi
onsla'struggling to get free.

“ hen ye do your beauty will be gone, like

 

 

mine is l" the Tiger cried, he having the top and
endeavoring to get a hold on his enemy’s nose
with his teeth.

Nor was it long ere he succeeded in doing so
and ofl came the better part of Maguire’s nasa
ap endage, to be spat out upon the floor.

ociferous cheers went up on either hand, for
the average class of the habitues of the Bonanza
were in their element when any entertainment
of such thrillin interest occurred.

Maguire how ed with actual horror, both on
account of._the pain and at the disgrace of part-
ing with his “ smaller,” and his struggles to get
free were terrible. But the Tiger held him
firmly down, and succeeded in drawing his
knife.

“ Now, then,” he cried, fiercely, “ I've got
iyzer life and death right in my hands, and ye

now it, so jest quiet down an’ be sensible, or
I’ll jab you straight through the heart.”

And Maguire did uiet down almost instant-
ly, as it was evident 9 did not feel prepared to
part with his earthly hopes and aspirations on
such short notice.

A malicious grin distorted the Tiger’s ugly
visage when he saw his enemy succumbed.

“ l‘hort ye’d acknowledge me boss," he grin—
ned, “ when you saw my prowess. Now, d’ye
know what I’m oin’ ter do with you?"

The officer di not answer, but there wns a
look in his eyes that told better than words that
he did not expect much mercy.

“ Won’t answer, eh?” Wild Walt rowled.
“ Well, I kin tell e, jest the same. e can‘t
help but listen. ou’ve got to promise to nevur
again raise your hand against me, or I’ll cut
yer heart out right whar you lay! Speak! I’ll
give on but one instant to answer !”

“Ill answer for you—no l”a stern, ringing
voice cried, and simultaneously a man leaped
throu h the crowd, and dealt the Tiger a blow
with t e butt of a revolver that tumbled him
senseless to the floor.

The new-comer was Deadwood Dick!

Nothing was there ghostly about him now
for he was dressed in garments of black, an
looked ever bit as natural as when he had
made himse 13 famous by his exploits in the
Black Hills and other parts of the Far West.

Maguire gave a gasp when he saw him, and
sprung to his feet.

“ Hurrah! Here is Deadwood Dick! I’ll pay
a thousand dollars for his capture. alive I”

It was a big sum; the crowd hesitated but a
second, and then rushed upon the noted Hills
rover with yells of victory. ,

But they recked not the cost of capturing a
man of Dick’s caliber. _

“ Back! back, you hounds!” he cried. “ If
you don’t, I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll not soon
forgetl”

 

CHAPTER XIV.
A warns SURROUND.

Tim warning uttered by the Prince of the
Road, however, had no eflect, for they rushed
with all determination to capture the man and
thus secure the coveted reward.

Bang! bang! hang! The revolvers of Dead-

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Deadwood Dick’s Disguise. 23

 

wood Dick spoke spitefully until the last cham-
ber had been emptied, with telling effect; then,
clubbing his weapons, the desperate man struck
right and left and forced his way toward a
Window, through which he dashed, carrying
sash and glass with him.

Headed by Maguire, who in the excitement
had forgotten all about his lost nose, the crowd
followed suit with loud yells but to no purpose,
for too fleet of foot was the Prince of Border
Bravos to be overtaken, and long are his pur-
suers struck his trail and reached the water's
edge, he was skimming over the lake beyond
rifle range.

Having no craft exce t the heavy ferry-boat
to give pursuit in, the eputy and his backers
could only stand on shore, and howl forth their
curses after him, as a. few minutes later they
saw him glide out of sight into the cover of the
swamp forest, with a mocking shout of de-
fiance.

Maguire fairly howled himself hoarse with
rage at his defeat.

“ Some one sot to work and make some boats.
I’ll give a hundred dollars apiece for theml” he
cried. “ The cuss lives somewhere in that
swamp, and we’ll root him out, if it costs us a
hundred lives. Will you stand by me, men?”

There was an affirmative shout from many,
which spoke of the attraction the reward was to
them, irrespective of any interest they might
have in him personally.

A canvas of the crowd was made, and an old
hunter agreed to furnish some dug-outs for the
lake, for the price offered by the deput , and at
once set out into the mountains to selec suitable

trees.

By the middle of the afternoon half a dozen
rough dug-outs, capable of holding three men
each. were ready and launched into the lake
and Maguire had to “ fork over,” which he did
with bad grace.

Selecting a dozen and five rough but thorough
frontiersmeu, besides himself, and placing an-
other squad to guard the jail, the do -outs were
entered, and the rude paddles manne .

Maguire’s craft then took the lead, pulling for
the timbered portion of the lake.

Soon the forest overhead shut out their view
of the sky, but they kept on cautiously Maguire
directing the movements of the expedition and
keeping a watch ahead.

By following nearly the same route that Kate
Laurel had, they in due time came in front of
the island, where a halt was made by five of the
canoes, while the sixth under Maguire made a
circuit of the island for observations. _

He then rejoined his comrades, With grim
satisfaction at the success.

“ Yes, this is the place 1” he said, “ and a
better natural fortress it will be hard to find,
There are, no doubt, guards at the top, so that
it will be a difficult job to eflect a capture in
that direction, even though I have discovered
where the narrow ath leads up!”

“ What’s to he one than?” one of the men
demanded.

“ There is only one way I can see—that is,
take to the trees, and see if we cannot get a
peep upon top of the island. If we can, we can
also ’most likely form an ambuscade about the

 

island, and pick off the inhabitants thereof. at
our leisure. Away, now and form a circle.
Then one man from each boat take to the trees,
the others remaining below, ready for light or
flight, in case of a surprise. After making
observations, come down from the trees, and
meet here, to compare notes. whereupon we will
form future lane of action.” .

According y, the boats dispersed to diflerent
positions around the island.

The Tiger Wild Walt, recovered shortly after
Deadwood bick‘s flight from Doomsday, but
took good care to keep himself out of pistol
range of Maguire, who he had reason to ex—

ct would seek a terrible revenge for the loss of

is nasal appendage, which had forever spoiled
his beauty.

 

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But after Maguire’s expedition had started ,

out upon the lake, the Tiger once more crept «-

forth from his lair, and “made himself pro-
miscuous ” again.

When he learned who it was to whom he was
indebted for his pair of black eyes, he did not
say much, but inquired into the. object of
Maguire’s expedition, an evil gleam in his eyes.

When it came toward night, he purchased a
gallon of whisky from Solomons, and set out for
(his ibanty, where he remained until it was quite

ar .

He then set out still carryin the demi'ohn
with him, and made his way to t e jail, in root
of which half a dozen roughs were standin
guard—though, by the way, they were no
standin . but reclining.

The iger’s advent was hailed with a grunt of
ap roval, especially when they say the dem-

uo n.

“ Hello! What ye got thar?” Snaky Sol
cried. “ Ef it’s p’izen Jest pass it this way, for
I’m drier than a salted codflsh out 0’ water.” ‘

“ The Tiger never forgets the poor and needy,”'

Wild Walt replied with a pretended drunken
lurch and hiccoug . “ I’m ther best teller in
Doomsday; an‘ I don’t hear a. cent whether ye
side wi’ the cuss, Maguire, or not; here’s ther
b’hoy w’ot ain’t afeard to treat 1”

And he passed the jug to naky.

This hit the guards in a tender. spot, and they
all manifested their approval by sundry com-
plimentary ejaculations.

Each man. took a long pull, and a strong pull
at the demijohn, and w en the jug 1e t the
hands of the sixth man, there was not sum: h
‘family disturbance ’- in it to drown a fly, wh e
a quiet gleam of satisfaction lurked in the eyes
of the earless Tiger!

“Drink long and well, in hearties,” he mntr
fluid, “and I’ll wish you a manners of good
uc .

It was not long ere the guards ceased to talk,
and then began to nod. . _

While the Ti er lit his pipe, and patiently
waited, triumphfin‘oadly expressed all over In!
villainous countenance.

In half an hour the six were too sound-
ly asleep to be easily awa ened. Then the Tifir
preduced a duplicate key, and opened the 1

door.
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CHAPTER XV.
THE ISLAND SIEGE.

Ar first there was no answer from within the
jail. Evidently the prisoner did not feel as-
sured, but feared that some trap was set for her.

When the Tiger repeated his declaration, how—
ever, in a louder tone, she made her appearance
in the doorway.

“ What is the matter? What do you mean?”
she demanded, staring first at him, and then at
the drugged guards who lay strewn around.

“I mean that I have come to give you your
liberty!” Wild Walt replied, bowing. “I’ve
changed my views as concerns many matters
within the last few hours, and have made up my
mind to be a somewhat better man.”

“ A very commendable resolution,” Calamity
remarked, “ if you mean what you say, which I
doubt. Why should you come to release me
though?”

“For two reasons. You selected me as one
of your confederates, firstly. Secondly, your
bus and, Deadwood Dick, is in deadly peril,
and with you I propose to go to his assistance. ”

Calamity laughed.

" I can’t har 1y believe that. After his shoot-
ing your ears off, you would not be likely to be
so forgiving."

“ Because you do not know me. I’ve a pile
of humanity about me, and I’ve jest about made

*up my mind to brace up and do better hereafter
without regard fer personal grievances. Ther’-
fore, I reckon it will be on the safest slde to j’ine
in wi’ Dick, an’ help his case through.”

“Well, admitting what gou say to be true,
what is the matter with eadwood Dick'that
we should go to his assistance?” Calamity asked,
still donbtingly. .

“ He is being set upon b that fellow Maguire,
and a lot of the boys, w 0 have gone into the
swamp to hunt him down. If they find his ren-
dezvous, the ’11 make it warm for him.”

., Calamity ooked anxious at this, showing her

‘ «/ continued deep interest in the handsome knight
of the West.

“ If that is so, I must indeed, go to his assist-
ance,” she decided. “ how did the expedition
start out without boats?”

“ They were cute enough for that, you betl”
V the Tiger explained. ‘ Maguire forked over
A, , six hundred for having six dug-outs made. But,
I don’t keer, for that; I jest happen to know
whar that’s an Indian birch canoe. So come
alon , an’ we’ll soon be on ther ragin’ deep in
s‘arc of Richard the Rover.”

Calamity was silent a moment, in meditation;

then said:

“ Very well, lead ahead; but look out that
you don t attempt an tricks, for I shall watch
you liken. hawk, an shoot you instanter if I
catch you at any.”

They then glided away from the vicinity of the
jail, and followed along the lake-shore for some
distance.

- Final] the came to a swail of rushes, which
, extend out into the water, and, hidden therein
the Tiger found the light birchen canoe he had

spoken about.

Pulling it out into clear water by the edge of
the bank, he and Calamity both entered, and he
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ward the somber line of timber which contained )
the lair of Deadwood Dick.

“ You will have to nose along carefully, so as '
not to encounter any of the other canoes,” i
Calamity cautioned, “for were we to encounter ;
them they might make us trouble!"

And so they moved along with great circum- 1
spection and silence. ,

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Let us return to Kate Laurel, whom we left
upon Deadwood Dick’s island. :

When she heard the voice of the man behind f
her, and heard him speak so authoritatively, his v
grasp resting upon her shoulder, she uttered a
little scream, and wheeled around.

“I am your prisoner, did you say?” she cried.
“ When did you arrive at that conclusion,
pray?”

“ Just now,” the man responded, smiling.
“ You do not know where you are, perhaps?”

“ Oh, yes I do!” was the retort. “ I’m at the ;
end of my journey to Deadwood Dick’s island.” 

The man laughed. ~

He was a dashing-looking person, of some 
eight-and-twenty years, posscssed of a strongly- i
built and graceful form, of commanding pres- .
ence, and a face wherein was much to admire,
especially as regarded his eyes, which were dark, 1'
brilliant and expressive.

Long hair, falling in ripples upon his shoul- {
ders, and a graceful mustache and gontee, gave ‘9
him an aspect pleasing to the eye. ’

Kate was surprised, as she had expected to see
one of the typical border rufl‘ians, such as peopled
the little town of Doomsday.

“ Yes, this is Deadwood Dick’s island, and
whoever comes here, lose their liberty?" he an—
swered. “ I am placed here to discharge the ‘
agreeable duty of seeing that whosoever cometh 
here, escapeth not. My name is Llo d.” I

“And mine is Kate Laurel, and have come
here to see Deadwood Dick,” she said. “Will
you have the kindness to show me into his pres-
ence?” J

Lloyd whistled. r

“ So, you are Miss Iaurel, eh, whom I 
judged by his say, our captain has been rather ~‘;
soft on? Perhaps I may tell you something that i
will surprise you, ma’am?” ’

“ What?” Kate queried, curiosity getting, for ,
once, the best of her. ‘f

“ Well—this.” Lloyd answered hesitatingly. 5‘
“ Deadwood Dick is married, but separated
from his wife, Calamity Jane, who is lurking in v
this vicinity tryin to catch him. If she were
to lciatch’you here, fancy there’d be some hair: /

u m .
p “I Em uite well posted on the matter you
speak of,’ Kate returned—“ even am slightly
acquainted with Calamity Jane. Concerning
her, I come here to see Deadwood Dick—not to
woo him, as you seem to infer.”

“ Well, in that case, of course I have nothing
to say. more than this. You can have the rivi- ,
lege of roaming about the basin, until ead- .
wood Dick comes, but you are warned against
attempting to escape.” ,

“I ave no desire to do so until I see your ‘9
captain. When will that be?” "

‘ I do not know exactly when he will arrive ‘1

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home from a row on the lake. When he does,
I will apprise him of your presence in the
basin.”

Taking this for a hint that she could have the
privilege of entertaining hersclf, Kate strolled
away, down into the bowl, in the sides of which
miners were working].

They eyed her wit much surprise, but said
nothing.

There was not much to be seen about the place,
except the rough habitutions of the miners,
which were, however, clean and tidy.

After becoming tired of roaming about, Kate
returned to the high ground, where she had left

ngyd.
he guard was now lying upon the ground,
ring over the edge of the bluff into the water

ow. .

“ What do you see?” Kate asked. “ Is your
leader coming?”

“No,” Lloyd answered. “I hear the dip of

dies—more than belong to one boat. Must
that enemies are coming.”

Kate also knelt and peered down throu h the
canopy of leaVes and limbs below, a half right
ened expression upon her face.

Suppose Calamity Jane should come and find
her here, at the retreat of Deadwood Dick——
would she not fly into a terrible passion, and in
some way seek to avenge her fancied wrongs.

Kate was brave, in a mild Way, but she had a
fear of the dashing Calamity that she hardly
felt for any one else.

Down through the branches could here and
there be seen a glimpse of water, but nothing of
boats although the dips of paddles were to be
heard distinctly.

“ It’s prowlers of some sort,” L10 d remarked,
“ an’”I reckon they’re a—searchin for the way
here.

“Perhaps it is Maguire, the deputy marshal,
and some of his bought confederateS?” was Kate’s
suggestion. “It was he who was the cause of
my coming here. He has, or did have, when I
left Doomsda , Calamity Jane locked up in jail,
hoping by he ding her a prisoner there, to entice
Deadwood Dick into the town, so that his cap—
ture could be effected. ‘

Llo d laughed quietly at this.

“ hy Deadwood Dick is in Doomsday every
day, ni habouts, and has been right around
amongt 8 folks. He may have gone there to-
day. If so, he would likely hear that Calamity
was jailed. Just you take one of my revolvers
and‘ keep Watch, while I look along further
dowp the island and see if I can discover any
one.

He handed Kate one of the weapons, with the
instructions to fire if she saw only, of Maguire’s
party. Then he crept along at t e edge of the
alliyss with the purpose in view of touring the
13 an .

He had not been gone long when ‘Kate
Laurel’s eyes, for the first, can ht Sight of
sorinething which nearly froze the lood in her
ve us

Just opposite her a tree rose higher from out
the lake t an did its companions, and through a
break in the folia e she sawa man’s face ro-
trurling—the face 0 one of the roughest 0 all
Doomsday roughs.

 

He was glaring straight past her down into
the valley. She could also see that he held a
cooked revolver.

She pretended not to notice him, but knew
well enough that it was his purpose to shoot
her as soon as he had compleud observations,
and then dodge down the tree again.

All depended upon her quickness of actionto
save her life, and she did not hesitate. With a
swift movement she cocked, leveled her revolver
and fired, her trained eye on the sight making
her aim sure.

Following the report of the pistol, there was
a howl of rage and pain. Crash! crash! went
a heavy body down through the branches of
the trees and fell with a loud splash into the
water he ow.

The next instant there were several reports
of pistols, and half a. dozen bullets whistled
close about the spot where Kate was standing.

With a cry of alarm, she turned and fled
down into the basin, to escape being riddled, as
she readily understood that there was more
than one man ambushed in the tree-tops sur-
rounding the island.

Her cry of alarm gave the signal to Lloyd
and he, too, started on a run for the heart 0
the basin, yelling to the miners to do likewise to
which they responded in double-quick time.

A few shots from the tree-tops followed.‘but
owing to the distance fell short of their mark,
and the miners reached the vicinity of their
tents and cabins in safety. 3

“ The deuce is to pay now!” Lloyd grenled.
“ The island is surrounded, that’s patent; and,
what’s more, they have us, despite the blufls
being an excellent defense. They’ve at their
men in the treetops to keep us here, w ile they
can send another gan up, by way of the path
to fight with us. It a matter of time and
gumpfrs, then. I would that the captain were

ere

“ He may come soon," Kate said. “If so, that
will be one point better, at least. Do you antici-
pate an attack, direct, at once?”

“Hardly before it gets dark. Nevertheless,
we must be prepared and ready for emergency.
Granby, you gather all the arms and ammuni-
tion in the camp, and bring them here. ready
for use. Then, when it becomes dark, it may
reasonabl beexpected that we shall have our ,.
hands ful .”

And it we not long ere the shades of ' ht

began to creep over the earth, with the thun er , .

muttering along the horizon.

Another wild night was impendin , and the
little band in the basin awaited for i to fully
settle down, with no particular] sanguine ex-
pectations as to the general resu to.

Despite of Lieutenant Lloyd’s request for Kate
to take to one of the cabins, as security for her
personal safety, she persisted in remaining out-
side with the men, equipped with a rifle and a.
pair of revolvers.

“Why, I am not afraid,” she would protest.
when urged to seek shelter. “1 don’t hesitate a
bit to fight against such a man as Maguire.”

So the men allowed her to have her own way,
although Lloyd undertook the burden of enters
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fully, that they were soon pleasant acquaint-
ances.

, When it was just sufficiently dark, as he
thought, the lieutenant made an attempt to creep
up toward the bluffs on a prospecting tour; but
he hadn’t got far ere a bullet sung so close past
his ear, that for a moment he thought he was
struck, and made lively time back to camp.

“ They have got sharp eyes,” he averred. “ So
it won’t do to be off guard. Get your weapons
ready, and keep all your ears and eyes open,
without speaking.”

The order was obeyed, but the muttering of
thunder soon disturbed the silence and the wind
began to sigh with mournfnl sound over the
cliflf. Then there came a flash of lightning, and
Huge, gave a sigh of relief.

“ e shall soon know the worst,” he observed.
“ As soon as the lightning increases we can see
whether they are coming or not. Down flat
in the grass now, with your rifles ready for
use. -

Ten minutes passed; than there came a vivid
dflash of lightning and instantly a crash of thun—

er.

A moment later the cabin nearest them burst
into flames.

It had been struck!

And shortly after, the party under Magnire,
glare seen pouring down the slope into the

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‘ CHAPTER XVI.
a GENERAL suasn.

MAURICE MAGUIRE had worked his plans
fairly well.

FirLt, he had stationed his men in the tree-
tops to make a-recounolssance; then, on their re-
porting back again, he sent them once more
into the trees with directions to keep the island-
ers down in the valley by firing at them.

This gave him an opportunity to get his re-
serve-force upon the island by way of the path—
way which ran up the face of the bluff. This
he proceeded to do just as soon as it became
dark, gaining the top of the bluffs overlooking
the basin without trouble.

As soon as the storm broke out he rallied his
men and made a rush down into the bowl—the
other men still being positioned in the tree-tops,

~ with orders to remain there till called for.

Into the basin rushed the man—hunter and his
band of roughs, bent on capturing the coveted
character, whose name was almost a legion
wherever he went.

“ Fire at the next flash!” were the orders of
Lieutenant Lloyd to his men as they beheld the
oncoming of the Vigilantes. “ They do not ex-
ceed us in numbers, an’ we orter break ’em up
purty easy.”

A few minutes later there came a vivid glare,
and on the instant they poured a volley into
fibers they saw the enemy rushing toward

em. ~

But, as there followed a
was evident that the bullets
assault.

0n came the foe, with fierce cries, and a mo-
ment later they fired upon the island party in

‘ return for their salute.

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ad not stayed the

 

It was aldeadly volley, for five of the miners
received their death wounds.

“ Stand your ground 1” Lloyd yelled above
the din of the battle and storm. “Never say
die! Fire I"

And the did fire with a vengeance, after
which all ecame dire confusion, as the two
parties met and attacked each other with
clubbed rifles.

From that moment the battle was fierce, but
quick and decisive, and wound up in the defeat
of the islanders under Lloyd, not one of whom
except Lloyd and Kate remained standing.

The latter was but little hurt, but Lloyd had
suffered considerably, having received one
wound in his side, and the other grazing him
above the temple, to say nothing of a rap he
hefid received beside the head with a clubbed
n 9.

After he saw the last man but himself fall, he
considered it as about useless to resist any fur-
ther, and cried for quarter, whereupon the con—
flict ceased.

The cabin was now beginning to give consid—
erable light, making the scene of battle dimly
perceptib .

Maguire advanced, an expression of diabolical
triuWh upon his face. ‘

“ ell, you see what you got by not surren-
dering!” he cried. “ The death of all these men
you are responsible for l”

“ By no means!” Lloyd retorted, with spirit.
“ You were the assailants—we the defenders. I
am not responsible for your sins. I only cried
quarter for the sake of the young lady here l”

“ Maybe you want another whirl at self—de-
fense? If so, Maguire is the man that can ac-
commodate you I” he sneered.

“ Thank you. I do not wish to abuse your
liberality,” Lloyd retorted. “What do you
propose to do with us?”

“ Hold you prisoners, just at $esent, until I
form further plans of action. here is Dead-
wood Dick?”

“Fortunately out of your reach.
where he can work against you.”

“ Bah! I’ll have him are long, rest assured, and
then, having already Secured Calamit Jane, the
ringleaders of this outlaw band wil be mine.
Then I may make terms satisfactory to all. If
not, I can make a spec by handing you all over
to the law, which will summarily dispose of you
in good shape.”

“ So you propose to be bought off, do you?”
Lloyd demanded. _

“ You bet I do, if I can make a fortune by itl”
Maguire confessed. “Besides, it shall be un-
derstood that I have the choice between this
young woman and Calamity Jane for a wife.”

“I guess you will fail, so far as I am con-
earned!” Kate Laurel cried, independently.
“ When I want to ally myself to a rattlesnake,
I’ll search through the bills for one that’s pos-
sessed of a better nose than yours, or else no
nose at all I” _ '

Maguire fairly bofled With rage at this retort,
and a string of violent cursas escaped his lips.

“ I’ll soon show you who is boss!” he growled,
savagely. “ Ef I take a notion, I’ll have the
both of you !” _ _

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portance!” Lieutenant Lloyd interposed. “ Just
remember that Deadwood Dick owes you some-
thing in the way of a grudge, and if 1 am not
mistaken, you’ 1 need a shi'oud when he gets
through with you.”

“ Bah! it will be him who will get the worst of
it!” was the gruff reply. “ Boy 3, remove this
precious pair to the cabin, there, and see that
they do not escape.”

Although the party under Maguire had not
fared so badly, the same could hardly be said of
the men in the treetops.

Hardly had the party on the island commenced
their assault. when one of the six guards in the
trees was heard to go splashing down into the
water from among the branches.

Not long afterward there was a yell, and a
terrible thrashing among the branches, when
splash went another body into the water.

The other guards became terrified, and kept a
close watch upon the surroundings.

But to no avail.

Soon another man fell—then another, his yell
being something horrible to hear.

In no case did those who dropped struggle
long in the water. Silence almost immediately
followed each fall.

And the battle was not yet over, in the valley,
when the last of the six men whom Maguii‘e had
perched in the trees, went crashing down into
the forest-covered lake.

In a little while, the figure of a man glided
down one of the trees into a canoe upon the
water, wherein sat—no one!

The man was Wild Walt, the Tigeri

When he discovered that the canoe was empty
he uttered a curse, and ered about in the
darkness, with a furious glitter in his eyes.

“ She has fooled me, an esca l” he growled,
shutting his teeth t ther wit a click. “ But
how, and where? do not see how she could
have escaped from this boat, without swim-
ming?” ,

He saw something, a moment later, however,
which caused him to blanch with terror, and set
his teeth a-chattering. .

Not fifty yards away was dimly discernible
some white, ghostly—shaped object, movmg
toward him, between th trees.

It needed no more 1: an one lance to assure
him that it was the same thing t at he had seen
more than once before—the apparition of Dead-
wood Dick, or the lively representative of that
notability, whichever it might be; for the
Tiger was hardly certain ‘on the matter, _al-
though his eyes still reflected the discoloration
caused by Deadwood Dick’s flsts.

Nearer and nearer, and Wild Walt glared at
the seeming specter with a face nearly as white
as that coming toward him.

I Once he endeavored to use his revolver but
a demoniac lau h from the approachm thing
caused his han , todrop nerveless to his 3 de.

Nearer—nearer came the canoe that bore the
man or spirit of Deadwook Dick, until it was
not two yards awa from the spot where the
Tiger’s canoe was rifting. '

Then the right handle t the paddle, to bring
a shining revolver to a. level with the Tiger’s

eart.
“Don’tl don’t shoot!” the latter gasped, his

 

very soul filled with supreme terror, when he
noted that a halo of light surrounded the spec-
ter. “ I have been punished sufficiently for all
wron I have done to you.”

“ on have, eh i" came back in tones that
sounded unearthly, to say the least. “ That
remains to be told. I saw my wife in your
company not long a o. How was this?”

The braggart an coward felt just a trifle
easier at this. '

“I think you will do me justice in believing
me, when 1 say I was with her for no other ur-

ose than our mutual benefit!” he rep ied.
‘ Maguire, t e deputy sheriff, imprisoned her,
and set forth for this island to capture you also.
Iaided her to escape, and we both started to
your rescue l”

“ What about her not bein with you now?”

“ I do not know. I ascen ed into the tree-
tops to see what was going on on the island, and
was busy quite awhile a-knifln a parcel of
Maguires sentinels, whom he ha there. I did
this job for your sake to help ye ’long. When
I dropped back here, dalamity war gone, an’ y'e
war comin’.”

Deadwood Dick was silent for a few moments;
then he throw off his ghostly garb of white, and
removed a white phosphorescent mask, at the
same time pulling nearer. ‘

“What you have told is truel” he said, his
voice once more natural. “ I know it, or else I
should not believe it. It is robable that
Calamity has swum to the path ending up the
cliff, in order to reach Maguire.”

“ No! If anything, it is to meet you to seek a
reconciliation."

“ You think so?”

“ I know it. Why, didn’t the gal tell me she
saw ye and the Laurel gal a—makin’ love the
other night, and that she shouldn’t give you up
for all that l”,

“Perhaps I am wron l” Deadwood Dick.

said, “ but my heavens, I elieved her unfaith—
ful, when saw her crying before the rascal
Maguire. But, let that drop. Do you hear the
rifle-reports on the island? There’s trouble
there l’

“ Yes, and having made up my mind to live a
better life, at ye want me ter sail into the fight
with ye, jest say the wordl” the Tiger said,
With a good deal of vim. v

“ That is at your own option,” Dick replied.
“At any rate, it behooves us not to be too
hasty in seeking the island. There maybe a
trap awaiting for whosoever climbsu the path.
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“ Eighteen l”
“ nd you dispatched three of them!”
ol six."

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‘Then there are twelve on the island. .IIf I',
were there I'd clean them out in about no time, ‘

because I’d lead, and my twenty odd follow
where I direct or o.” .

“Listen! The rin Some
one is getting weak 2”

is slowin up!
ild Walt sagid.

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ma e .

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warm for this man, Magnire, should he be de-
feated.” '

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last shot was board; then he turned to the Tiger,
something terrible in his piercing glance:

“ I am afraid my crowd is defeated! Come!
let us make a move. Follow me, and mind 1—1
am putting confidence in you. If you betray
it, 111 see that you never do so in another in
stance.”

“ Never fear I” the Tiger protested. “ I am as
solid to depend upon as the pilgrim rock!”

Deadwood Dick then propelled his canoe back
in the direction whence he had come. In ten
minutes they reached a little wooded island,
and disembarked.

In a short while Dick produced a number of
disguises, and both he and the Tiger were so
made uE as to accurately resemble two of the
party w om Ma uire had brought to the island.

Entei'in the iger's canoe, then, Dick pulled
back for t e main island where was his rendez-
yous.

“We will now soon know the worst,” Dick
remarked, “ and all I look for is the worst.”

“We will hope for the best at any rate!" the
Tiger responded, with a meekness that seemed
strange for one of his former character.

They were soon at the foot of the rugged
path, where the rude canoes of Maguire’s party
were tied. V

“ We’ll set them adrift, and See who wins!”
Dick gritted.

The action followed the word wherlegpon they
secured their own canoe, and clambe up the
bluff, eager’i'o learn the results of the battle.

CHAPTER XVII.
TIKE'S REVENGEs—CONCLUSION.
Jusr on to of the cliff they came face to
face with Ca amity Jane, who had evidently
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paDick turned away his gaze as the accusing
glance of Calamity rested upon him, but only
or an instant, when he re-assuined control of
himself and faced her again.

“ Well?” he said, interrogatively.

“ Are you sure it is well?" she asked, sternlv.
“ Are you sure it is well that we have met once
more?”

“ That depends somewhat on circumstances,"
was Dick's answer. “ As far as I am concerned
there is nothing wrong, and if you want an

apolo for my desertion, why, I freely make
it, as guess 1 was hasty n judging you
wro

ng.
“Is that ible’i" Calamity replied with
sarcasm. “ on do really believe it is time for
you to come to your senses. eh? Well, I am
very much surprised indeed. I guess your ab-
sence from me did not give you much pain,
however as I see your gallantry with other
,women has been progressing finely toward a
climax.”

“If you refer to seeing me in company of
Min Laurel, allow me to state that we are no
more than friends. We have met on two or
three occasions, but that is as far as our ac-
quaintance has gone.”

“I did notsee her kneeling before you, in a
very loving fashion, a few nights since? Per-
haps It, was an tical’illusion.”

You saw ' Laurel kneeling before me,

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expressing her gratitude to me for saving her
father’s life the night he was decoyed on the
lake and his life attempted. I happened alon
just in time to save his life and gold, ang
brought him to this island, where he has since
been confined to a tent, from the effects of his
wound, but is now recovering. But look, you-
der cabin is aflre, and it is as I feared! M
men have been defeated by Magiiire and his
gang. Seal the ground is strewn with dead
and wounded! And there is Maguire now,
looking at the hurnitiig cabin!"

The rain was an ued to a drizzle, but the
lightning flashed and the thunder crashed near-
ly as hard as ever.

Down in the basin was the cabin burnin
brightg, the timber being pretty dry and wefi

season .
“ We had best lie flat!" Dick warned, “ to
avoid discovery 1"
His advice was ado ted, and all laid down in
such a position that t ey could see without be-

in seen.

5‘ Possibly they have not all been killed, but
have been im risoned in the other cabin,” Dick
suggested. “ a uire will no doubt await there
be ing that I wi venture into his claws. But
alt ough I intend to venture down among
them, they'll not know me. Before daylight
I’ll have a change made in affairs on this island,
and if I mistake not, leave this part of the
West for g .”

“ And leave your Divide in the bottom of the
lake?” Wild Walt queried, in surprise.

Dick laughed.

“Hardly i” he answered. “ The sacks of gold
that went down with my horse have long since
been recovered. In the dead of night I have
several times been lowered down, until, little
by little, I have ot the lost treasure and trans-
ferred it to a pace of safet far from here.
All those who come to Dooms ay to benefit by
in loss will have the pleasure of searching the
la e and having apicnic among the fish, but will
find no gold.”

The Tiger guietly winced a little at this, but
no one notic it.

Down in the basin, some of the Regulators
were engaged in collecting the bodies together,
and laying them out in a row.

Otherwise there was nothing particular going
on, Maguire and the rest of the men being en-
gaged in watching the fire‘.

“Come!” Dick said. “I am almost certain
that some of m‘yaboys are shut up, as wellas
Laurel. I will ke you to a place from which
we can escape when I return; than I Will go
down into the basin in disguise, and see what re-
mains to be seen.”

“ Oh don’t! You will be captured and put
to death I” Calamity protested,_laying he hand
upon his arm, and looking up into his 1 pitc-
ously. .
“Never fear, mine own!" he replied. bending
nearertoher. “For your sake I will not be
rash, but will come back, and we will go hence
together. Come. crawl after me!”

He led the way, and they followed, worming
along like snakes. In a short time they came ‘
toa crevice, or more appropriatel a hole, in
the rock, which seemed to sxten downward

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far into the bowels of the cliff, near its outward

ed 6.

i ladder of rope was fastened to a stron sap—
ling at the edge of this hole, and furnis ed a
means of descending into it.

“ There!” Dick announced. “ You two can
remain here. If danger approaches, you can de-
scend into the pit and secrete yourselves until I
join you, which will be before daybreak. Keep
your eyes and ears open, however, so as to avoid
a surprise.”

Then, after a few words, he crept down the
sides of the basin, and was soon lost from view
of Calamity and the Tiger.

Passing on, Dick soon came to where an ex-
cavation had been made in the side of the basin,
in nest of gold.

autiously entering this, he groped around
and found a bundle of things, some of which he
at once proceeded to don, and in a few minutes
there emerged from the excavation—Old Bum!

Rough, uncouth, and possessed of the strange
hued beard was he, and not one out of a hundred
would have suspected that beneath his queer ex-
terior was the famous man of the mines, Dead-
wood Dick.

He walked boldly down the slope to the bot-
tom of the basin, apparently without the least
concern. .

As soon as he drew near the burning building
ho dofl'ed his hat and gave a hurrah that awoke
the echoes.

“ Kerwhoopl So ye’ve cleaned out the ranch,
hes ye?” he cried, as he approached Maguire.
“ Thet’s a good thing, by guml Bed a curiosity
ter see how ye war gettin’ o , so I jest skuted
ovgr. Didn’t find Deadwoo hisself, tho’, did

e

“No!” Maguire growled. “ It won’t be long
are I trap him however.”

“Kill em a l?” Bum quizzed, staring grimly
at the row of lifeless corses.

“No; have reserved his right-hand man. also
a wounded delegate named Laurel and his
dau hter, in the cabin yonder.”

“ umphl” Bum grunted. “ S’pose ye would-
ng mind of ye knew whar Dicky and C’laniity
a e? -

“Do you know where they are?” Maguire
queried, suspiciously.

“ Waal, neow, that depends altergether what
they aire and how much ye want ter payto
know what,” Bum replied. With a. queer grin.

“Ohl ou wantto speculate, do you? Well,
let me to I you you won’t get a cent out of me.
What’s more, you can remain right here in
camp until I see fit to dispose of you, For in-
;tange, how would you like to roast in yonder

re

“Oh, heavingsl Dd screech the, top of the
houses om" Bum cried, quaking With apparent
terror. “ Don’t say any more, I’ll be as meek
as a lamb, an’ elf ye want me to show ye whar
Deadwood Dick is. I’ll do et fer jest twant
shillin’s cash. Then, while ye watch him, I’l
come back an’ et some 0’ yer tellers to help
capture him an’ is wife, Calamity Jane.”

‘ Bahl Calamity is in jail!”

“You lie! The Tiger reskied her tab-day! I
(alleged, an' I can show ye jest what all parties
sire,

 

“Your gab is too plentiful. If you want to
earn fifty dollars, show me where Deadwood
Dick is, and then come back after the b0 s and
when the devil is captured the money s all be

ours!”

“All right! I’m yer man! Come erlon 1”
Burn called out. witha nod. “I can't ma 6
m fortin’ easier.”

ith which words he started oflf.

Maguire eyed him a moment. as it half sua-
picious, and then followed, beside him.

Passing the burning buildin Old Bum, as we
shall continue to call him, s aped his course
toward the southern end of the island, where a
Chaparral grew in the bottom of the basin.

In ten minutes, they were within a. little
opening, surrounded by the chapai'ral.

Then, suddenly, Deadwood Dick turned upon
the deputy, by a. touch threw all? his disguise,
and, m the same movement produced two
swords from beneath the disguise.

Maguire shrunk back with a gasp, when he
saw how he had been tricked, and probably
would have yelled for assistance. but for the
motion of a pistol which warned him to desist.

“ If you make an outcry you die!” Dick ex-
claimed, sternly; “ you are a black hearted
scoundrel—a dirty villain—and you shall an-
swer for the injury you have done me, and my
true wife. There isa sword, sir”—and he threw
the weapon on the ground, in front of Maguire.
“It is either you or I, now. Pick up our
Weapon and meet me like a man, if, in eed,
there is a spark of manhood in you.’

A flush of rage suffused Maguire’s face, and
an evil gleam of hatred entered his eyes. '

He picked up the sword, and the men [need
each other, With weapons seized in a firm
grasp.

Then came thrust and parry—and a low
groan. _

Maguire dropped dead.

The oint of his sword had caught in Dead:

wood iok’s hilt, and breaking elf, was hurled
back in such a manner that the point of it was
buried in the deputy’s left eye, and penetrating
to the brain, produced almost instant death.

Kneel' g beside the rufilan for a few mo-
ments, eadwood Dick ransacked his pockets of
his papers, then, redomng his disguise as Old
Bum, he ran back to the camp in the heart of
the basin. “

“ Quick! uick!” he shouted. “ Go to the as-
sistgnce of aguire. I will look to the prison-
ers. r

Every man went, and—

 

Three days later a ha were camping
fifty miles to the westwggdgiilgtayghed, ’neath the
shadows of a forest and within t e light ol.’ a
{caring bonfire, in counting and weighing golden

reasure.

There was an expression of content on eaeh .

face.
The part consisted of Deadwood Dick and
Calamity ane, Kate Laurel and Lieutenant
Llo d, Mr. and Mrs. Laurel. .
bile the Tiger sat near at hand, smoking
and evidently somewhat tamed.

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89 Itemilv E e. the Unknown Smut. 15v nnirsnn Bill.

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54 (Did le’n (,‘nbln; or, A Greenler in the Woods. By Capt.
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65 Delawa Dick, the Young Rnngnr Spy. iiy 011 Contact.

56 Mad Tom “'enteru. By W. J. llmnllton.

6’? Deadwood Dlek on Deck. By Edward L. Wheeler.

58 "awkeye Harry, the Young 'i‘mpprr.‘ liy ()iI Comuel.

The Do Duelist. By Col. l‘rantin ingrnhnm.

60 Abe. Co t, the Cruw-Ki lur. By Alhart W. Aiken.

61 Corduroy Charlie, the Boy Bmvu. B Edwnrd L. Whaelar.

62 Will Some". the llny Detective. By Cling. Morril.

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82 Roth Jone” or, The Cnptlvu of the Frontn-r. B E. S. Ellis.
“3 Canada Chet. the Cnnntarialtrr Chlaf. tiv E. L. healer.
34 The Dumb Page. By Capt. Frederick Wlnttnku.
85 The Boy Mlnern. Bv Edwurd S. Lilli.
80 Jack llarkaway in New York. B Brncehrlrlwe Homyng.
C? The liuuar Captain. By Col. Pron u Inlrlhflm-

 

 

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RH Deadwood Dix-k lll Loadvlllo. lly Edward 1.. “'hech‘r.
89 Bill lilddon. Trapper. iiy Edward S. Ellin.

90 ’I‘Ippy, the 'I‘t-xan. By Gear-(u Ginnum.

l)! Mal-tang 5am, lllr King of tho l'lninn. My Jon. E. Badger, Jr.
92 Tlul Deena Bloodhound. llv Samuel W. l‘r-nrcc.

93 Phil Hardy, tlm Ilium lluy. liy Chnrlun Mnrrin.

94. Deadwood Dirk an Detective. liy E. 1.. wheeler.

9": Duck lhu-kranl. liy (Tu rtuin J. F. ('3. Adnmn.

96 Gilt-Edged Dirk. liy Ei mini 1.. Wlweh-r.

it? The llluvk Yin-rd ol'ihe Prairies. By Jamel 1.. Bowen.
its The Son iii-n- By Jim" Lewis.

9!! liortunza liiil. Mun 'l'rurki-r. liv E. L. \thaler.

  

     

 

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a]: Diu'yx tho Yuunu llnnr Killnl’. lly ilnrry S Gem-K.
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l ‘ I He Iooncr. ily Rnuur Sinrhnok.
larry, tha Bunihlnck llewl'tlw‘. By C. Mon-ll.
' Kit. By Jlmoph E. lindgr-r, Jr.

  

 
 
  
 

107 Joe in Lead. lly Eilwnrd L. Wheelnr.
108 Roe rtnln Kit. By T. C. Hnrbnugh.
109 The aaded “and. ll Frnnk Durnont.

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“0 The Dread Rider. lly norm W. lirohvna.

   

 

124 Jud e Lynch. Jr. By 1'. C. l’lilrllllllgh. .

125 The and l’lrnten. ily ('Iipt. Mnyim Reid.

126 iilue Blazes: or, The Break 0’ Day Boy: of Rocky Bar. By
Frank Dillliuili.

127 Tony Fox. lhn Ferret. By Edward L. “'hneler.

128 Black “unit, will \Vihliirc'u R/Icer. Bv Cimrl“ Morph,

129 Enth- Klt. the tiny Demon. liy ()ll Comnea. ‘

130 Gold Trigger. the. Sport. lh T. (T. ilnrbnugh.

181 A Game. 01' Gold; or, 0 \dwoml Dich‘. Biz Strike. By
Edward L.‘VVI|m-.ler. I

1 3% Dainty Lani-e, the My awn By .l. 11. Buriner,.lr.

83 \VlldJlre. this lion oi tilts hand. Bv Frnnk Dumant.

84 Mike Merr . the Hnrbur Police Boy. By Chariel Mnrril.

85 Deadwood Dick oi’Deadwnod. By E. L. Whnlor.

3“ 01d Rube, the Huntnr. lly Cunt. lininlltun Holman.

8 mm oukett. thn BUY Dmlner. By C‘IIIB. Man
89 Thin Blue? Giant; or, Dainty Lune: Ill Jeopardy. By J“.
E. liudgi-r. . r.

llll Arizona. lly Phlli S. Warne. ’
 Sti’vuYork Noll, the Buy-(Hr Detective. By E.1.. Wheel“,
142 Little Texan. llw Yuma: Mustang". By fill Coomon.

143 Deadly Darth; 0r, Fighting Fire with him. By Jon. E.
Bud er Jr.

44 Intde’ara. the Wild um... fly on. Prentiss inmhm.

145 The Tiger oi’TanA. By Gem. Wnldo Browns.

46 The Cuttl Kin . By Frank Dnmont.

147 Nobby Ni k 01' A evada. By Edwnrd L. Whaaler.

48 Thunderbolt Tom. By Hurry St. George.

49 "oh Rocket.4 the Bank Runner. ily Chuleu Merrie.

50 The Mad Miner. By G. Wnidn Browne. 1

51 The Sea Trailer. 8 Col. Prentiu lngrnhnm.

FIB “'lld ‘rank, the Buckskin llrnvn. By E. L. Wheeler.
54 Thr Boy Trullern. Hy Joe. E. Bniizer, Jr.

55 Gold Plume, the Boy ilundit By Cnl. Prenllm ingrnhnm.
(it! Will “'ildllre in the Wood-I. By 0. Morris.

fl Deudwoo Diek‘n Doom. By E. L. Whey ar.
:9 Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat. liy Phlll . S. Wnrna.
60 Iillil'nlo Ilil y. the iinv Bullwhnckur. By 00 . P. luxruhm
01 “oh Rocket, the Criu'kamnn. By Cllnrlcl Morrll.
63 Little Harri-vane, [ll-V iioy Captain.V By Oil Coma". .
3 Deadwood Diok’u Dream. By 1'.- L. Whaler.
“4 Tornado Tmn. ily T. C. Hnrhnuuh.
66 Duifuln Dill'n Rot. By Col. Preutlu Ingrnhnm.
Ml Will Wildfire Winn and Loan. Br Churlnn Mail.
67 Dandy Rm-k'n Pledge. By GMWRO . Browne.
till Deadwoodc 21ek’n|Wnrg. ElillefiILEIWiiman
nmn on. y z I \e .
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111 “on “0D. the Kim: nl linntbluckfl. By inlward L. Wheeler.

II” The lielplenn “and. lly Cnp'. Mayne Reid.

113 Soar-Fare. flaul, thnsilent lluntnr. liyl |(7(mn|t?l.

114 Pine l’anl. llle .\inuntnir. tiny. I " U. llnrbnugh.

115 Dem wood Dick’n Double. lly nl L. Whaler.

I It; Jahez Collin. Snip u‘l'. ily Cunt. l". Whittaker.

I]? Fancy h‘rnllk, oi ‘nlnrndn. Hy “ llllmllfl Bill.”

118 ‘V [II “'Ildlire, the 'l‘lmrnnghbrerl. By Chnl. Morrll. .

119 llianldel Bill: nr, Dendwood Dick’l Home Bue. By Edward
l.. W nae or.

120 Gopher Grid. the BoyTrnpper. By T. C. Hub-ugh.

121 Harry Anni-trunk, the Cumin of the Club. By Euca-
hridgc llelnyng. (.lnck linrknwny.)

128 The. Hunted Hunter. By E'lwnl‘d 5. Elli!!- '

123 Solid Sam, the Boy Rand-Afloat. lly Edward L. “'heglgr.

37 Daad Rock, the Man ham 'l'unn. B G.Wn.do Browne. '
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Frank Morton, the Boy Hrrruloa. By Oil Coomes.

7! The Yankee Ranger. By Edwin .merson.

Dick Dingle. Scout. By Edward S. Ellis.

Dandy Rock’s Scheme. ltv G. W. Browne.

The Arab Detective. By Edward L. Win-elm

Will Wildfire‘a l’illek. By Charles Morris.

‘he Boy Commander. By Col. Prentiss lngrshnm.
;h‘e :IIIIIIIIB Hunters-f lay Burton Sue.

a n .ance; or re stie Hark . B J. E. B d
‘he oy Goid-llu'nter. yll ' ’l‘. (2. iii'dilgaughli n K",
be fleapelrat‘e Son. By éharlvs ionis.

l‘he Dark-Skinned Scout. By l. . Col. Ilnzeltine.
.lubes Dart, Dcicclivu. By on Coo

L Featherweight, the lloy Spy. ll ~ lwarrl “'illuit.

Bison Bill, thn Overlsnd Prince. i’i) Cal. Prentlsm lngraharn.
Dalnt Lance and Illa i‘urd. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr.
The 'l rn ped Tiger Kill. By Cililrlufl Morris.

The Ven ril ullt Detect! 'e. liy Edward L. Wheeler.
) 01d Rocky’s oya. By May. sum. s. “all.
lnl, Scout. 5‘ .lnnu-s L. Bowen.
Dnndy ock’n Rival. lly (Geo. \i'nlrlo Browne.
ilk-Rory ilurry. By Hurry St. (lcrxrur.
Detective Josh Grim. By Edward L. “'llri-lrr.
Pros eet Pete, the Buy Miner. By Oil Coonn-s.
The ‘enderi'oot Trul er. By T. (I. ilnrbsuglr.
The Dandy Detective. By Charles Morris.
Roy, the Young Cattle King. By Cnl. Prentiss lngrnham.
Ebony Dan’s Mask. Frank Dullan
Dictionary Nat, Detect v». lly T. (7. Hrsrlmnrrh.
The Twin Horsemen. By Capt. Frederlsk Vi'hltt-sker.
Dandy Darke’s Paula. By Wm. B. Eyster.
Tom, the Texan Tiger. By Oli Comnes.
I {inns the Office Boy. By Charles Morris.
The Youn Cowboy. By Cnl. Prentiss inmham,
The Front er Detective. By Edward L. Whl-rlor.
White Llflhtlllnz; or, The liny Ally. By T. C. Harhangh.
Kentuek Tuibot’s Band. By Capt. Mark “'ilton.
Trap er Tom's Castle Mystery. By Oil Cnmnss.
h The . eaaenger-Boy Detox-the. By Cllarll-a Mon s.
0 The llunehbaek ofthe Mines. By Joseph R. Badnr, Jr.
'Little Giant and ills Band. By Philly 5. arm:
i The Jimtown Sport. By Edward L. V. heeler.
8 The Pirate’s Prize. By C. Dunning Clark.
4 Danst Dave, offihaatu. Bv T. C. Harhauzh.
5 Daring Dan, the Ranger; or, The Denver Detective. By Oll
.IOOI'nEI-
8 The Cowboy Captain. By Col. Prentiss Ingrsham
? Bald Head of the Rockies. By Moj. Sam. 5. Hall.
By Edward L. Wheeler.
By Albert W. Aiken.
By Charles Morris.
By Col. Prentiss lngraham.

228 Rosebud Ben’s oya. By Oll Coomes.

93 Gold Conrad’s Watch-Dogs. By T. C. Hnrhangh.
DB4FriIk Fergus, the New York Bo . By G. L. Alksn.
3315 Dick rew, the Miner’s Son. By .dward L. Wheeler.
228 Dakota Dick in Chic 0. By Charles Morris.

92? Merle, the Boy Cruiser. y Col. Prentiss lnzrshsm.

298. The Preacher Detective. B Oil Coomes.

929 Old lliekory’s Grit. By John . Marshall. -
380 Three Boy Sparta. By Cspt. Frederick Whittsker.
381 Sierra Sam, the Detective. By Edwsrd L. Wheelsr.
889 Male Monte’s Treasure. By Col. Prentiss Ingrsham.
“8 Rocky Rover Kit. By Ensign C. D. Warren.

834 Baldy, the Miner Chief. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.

885 Jack Stump’s Cruise. By Roger Siarhuck.

“0 Sierra Sam’s Double. By Ederd L. Wheeler.

’87 Newsboy Ned Detective. By Charles Morris.

’88 Merle Monte’s Sea-Scraper. By Col. Prentiss Inmhsa.
“9 Ben’- Big Boom. By Capt. Mark Wilton.

940 Sharp Shoot Mike. By Oil Coomes.

241 Sierra Sam’s Sentence. By Edward L. Wheeler.
9423 The Denver Detective. By T. C. Harbsugh.

‘48 Dutch Jan’s Dilemma. By Maj. L. w. Carson.

944 Merle Monte’s Disguise. By COL PEN-ill Insult-ma
945 Baldy’s Boy Partner. By Edward 5. Ellis.

948 Detective Keen’s Apprentice. By Charles Morris.
94? The Girl Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler.

M8 Giant George’s Pard. Dy Buckskin Sam.

“9 Ranch Rob’s Wild Ride. My 1‘. C. Hsrbsugb.

350 Merle Monte's Pardon. By Col. Prentiss Ingrahsm.
N51 The Deaf Detective. By Edward Willett.

859 Denver Doll’s Device. By Edward L. wheeler.

m The Boy Tendon-foot. By Cspt. Mark Wilton.

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255 Jolly slim. Detective. By Charles Morris.

256 Merle Monte’a Last Cruinc. By Col. Prentiss lngrshsm.

25’? The lloy ChiefofRooky Puss. By Maj. 1-3. L. St. Vrsln.

258 Denver Doll an Detective. lly E. L. \Vhrcler.

259 Little Foxoyu, the Colorado Spy. By 011 (Teomes.

260 Skit. the Cnhin Boy. By Edward Wiliett.

261 illurio. the Sport; or, The Giant ofClssr Grit Camp. By T-
C. llnrlrauull.

262 Billy, the Boy Rover; or, Ti-rror Torn ol' Trxall. Ry (‘nL P.
lngrnhani.

268 Hunter llnh's Buoy; or, Ligo, the Light-House Krapel'.
By Cnpl. J. i". C. Adams.

264 Dem-or Doll’s Partner: or. Blu Huck-kin. thu Spat. By
E. L. “dually-r.

235 Billy, the Ragga 0 Boy; or, Tho Young. Railroad De-
tective. iiy Charles 3 orria.

286 Guy’s Boy Chum; or, The Furth Wall's Mask. By Capt.
Colustock.

26'? (Hunt George’s Revenge; or, The iloys of “Slip Up
Mine.” liy Buckskin Sam.

268 Dund-h’hot Dundy; or, The» Rio Grands Marauders. By
Col. Prentiss lnurnham.

269 The Quurtzville lions; or. llarlllx David Darka. By
Edward Willett.

270 Denver Doll’s Mine; or. Little Hill's Big Loss. By E.
L Wheeler.

2?! Ebony Jim’s Terror; or, Rangrr Rainholt’s Russ. By
011 Coomrs.

272 Kit, the Girl Detective; or, Dandy llash in Calilurnla. By
T. C. llarlmugli.

278 The Girl Rider; or, Nlmhir Ned‘u Surprisr. By Jns. E.
Badger, Jr.

27-1 Dcud Shot Dundy’a Double; or, llenitn, the Buy Pard.
By Col. 1’. lngrnhmn.

275 Fred. the Ocean Wall; or, The Old Sailvr's l'mtI-p. By
Charles Mnrris.

276 Deadwood Dick Trapped; nr, Ruxey Ralph’s Rum. By
Edward L. Wheeler.

27? The Idiot Boy Avenger; or, Capt-in Wild-Cat's mg
Gama. lly Albert W. Aikru.

278 Arlznnu Alf, the Miller; or, Little Snap Shot’s Lurk. By
T. (‘. ilarbnuxh.

279 Colorado Jack, the Tiger; or, The Ghost of the Trailer. By
Frederick Dewvy.

280 Dead Shot Duudy’s Lust Deal; or. Keno Klt‘s New
Role. By Col. Prentiss lngrnham.

281 Ned, the Boy Pilot; or, The Pinata Lieutenant’s Doom.
By Jack Farragut.

282 Bur-k llnwk. Detective; or, The Messenger Boy’s Fortune.
By Edward L. Wheeler.

288 Roving 8 art Kin or. The Ghost «1 Chuckaluck Clmp.
By Edward 'illett.

284 The Hhowmnn’s Best Curd; or,’l‘hs .\lnd Animal Tamer.
By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. .

235 Old Rooky‘g Pas-d; or, Little llrn‘s Chase. By Buckskin
Saul.

380 Dick, the Dakota Sport. By Charles Morris.

287 Ned, the Boy Skipper; or,The Ssa Sorceress’ Cruise. By Jack
J' arrnuu t.

288 Deadwood Diok’a Disguise; or, Wild Walt. the Sport.
By Edward L. Wheeler.

289 Colorado Kick, the Lanai-t; or, Old Si’s Protege. By Maj.
H. B. Stoddard.

290 Rube, the 'i‘endcri‘oot; or, The Boys of Torpodn Guleh.
By lilsj. E. L. St. Vrain. Ready Jilly fill.

291 l’cacoek l'l-io, the Leadvllle Sport: or, Hawk, the Boss
,Mlnar. lly Albert W. Allen. Ready August 7.

299 Joe Morey, the Night Hawk; or, The Black Elder. By Jos.
E. Badger, Jr. Ready August l4.

298 Dwnrf Jake, the Detective; or, Kit Krnyon's Man-Hunt.
By Ed. Willett. ‘Ready August '21.

294 Dumb Dirk’a Purd; or; Eliza Jane, the Girl Miner. By
Edward L. Wheeler. Ready August as.

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