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9 Giant George's Revenge.

 

Giant George’s Revenge:

3)
The Boys of “ Slip-up Mine.”

BY “ BUCKSKIN SAM,”
: (Maj. Sam S. Hall,)

AUTHOR or “GIANT econon’s man,"
are, are.

 

CHAPTER I.
ran rsaanruna or TADS.

SARDINE-BOX err was a small mining-town,
situated among the foot-hills at the base of the
Pinaleno Range, in Arizona.

The “ city ” consisted of one street, formed by
two lines of rough slab shanties, approached
from the north by the stage road, or trail,
down a steep decline, over a spur of the range.
The street ran north and south, the moun-
tains toWerin to the northwest, but a short dis-
tance ofl, an a deep canyon winding below
the burg. *

The “ Slip-up Mine " was a quartz lode, that
had been discovered after prospecting for nug-
gets, pocket-gold and dust had been mostly
given up; the “finds” which had brought the
burg into being having become exhausted.

Mun y impecunious miners had been drawn to
the town by the fact that the dust could be
“ panned ” at the bottom of some of the canyons
and gulches; but there were poor advantages
for “ wash,” and “ pay-dirt” was scarce.

The discovery of the Slip—up was an event
that really encoura ed those who had given up
the p ace as a. be “ ocate,” to remain, hoping
that the quartz mills and furnaces would
give employment to all, and cause the town
ultimately to become a success. .

But the principal reason with many for re-
maining was a good one, namely they could
not get away. t cost money in that land to
travel; and if it was attempted on foot, there
was almost certain starvation, to saynothing of
other and deadly dangers.

The leadin “hots " in the burg was the
“Nugget,” w ich was of a little higher pitch-
than the other shanties. besides covering more
ground, and being more pretentious in appear-
ance generally. I k .

The bar was some twenty feet in length, and
fifteen in width. There was a. kitchen in the
rear, which also served as dining-room; as well
as two chambers under‘ the high-peaked roof,
each of which boasted of a glass window, one

in front and one in the rear—the only case-'

ments of crystal in the city.
The rival hotel across the street, and near the
‘ Postoflice and stage stand, was called the
“QR.” and \did a thriving business at odd

mes. v , . 1
The landlord of the “ Nugget.” Hank Hole
brook, as well as his wife, Marni Holbrook, were
characters with whom we have much to do.
Both had round heads; but Hank’s face was
of a fiery red, and with little, black and bead-
llke eyes, set deep in his head.

 

Marni Holbrook was a worthy woman, pleas-
ant enough to look upon, and revered and
honored b the miners of Sardine-box City; she
being, as link expremed it, “ ther fu’st kaliker—
kivered human—ther fu’st female woman that
ever struck ther locate.”

The particular morning upon which our sto
opens saw the town entirely dessrted;the“ citz,
or “ sardines,” as the denizens of the burg
termed themselves, being all at the Slip-up
Mine, half-a-mile away at the range, unloading
the quartz-mills, furnaces, etc., the advent of
which had saved the town from being a “ hu’sted
bur .” These had been purchased and forward-
ed y Lena Reynolds, nee Lawrence, known
among them as “ ther Angel of Penarlayno
Range,” and who was the woman of all women
in the eventful history or' Sardine—box Cit .

Owing to the general desertion, Han H01-
brook, in his her at the Nugget, wasdespondeut;
and, as usual when alone, consoled himself
frequently from his own merchandise, and talk-
ing to himself, as was generally his wont when
he had no one else to converse With. Occasion-
ally, also, he would address himself to the
principal adornment of the bar—a colored cut of
Buffalo Bill, issued b§r Beadle & Adams of
98 William street, New ork, and gotten up in
a brilliantly illuminated style.

Bank was an amusing picture, as, with one ;
hand in his pocket, and leaning against the bar /
lie rubbed his bald head with the other, an ,
soliloquimd. -

0n the morning in question, Hank’s attention ,
was called to a horseman riding up to the hitch-
mg-post, dismounting quickly, and entering the

r.

He had a black, snake-like eye, beetling brows,
low and retreating forehead, .and a sinister
and wandering glance, calculated tocreate aver-
sion at once in any one accustomed to read
character from the face.

The new-comer was about five feet seven in
hight, not over strongly built; and, from the
cut of his clothes, and an apparent absence 0
arms, up rently from the “ States." It we
evident a so, from his dusty condition, that hi
ride had been on the stage traiL

A black-slouch hat was all right; but a black
broadcloth coat, vest and pants, the latter worn
over his boots, was a sight seldom seen on that
far frontier. . ,

His hair was long and black, and his complex-
ion very dark; but the strangest of all was a
cloth shirt of ebon hue, and a handkerchief of
the same color secured loosely about the collar.

Hank was not a little surprised, and was not
wit-bout some slight superstitions thrill, when
upon~ lancing out he saw that the horse an
eramfings of the stranger were likewise of the“
color of night. .

“I’mmighiy glad ter hev yer glide in on me,
swagger, fer war es blue es ,a hen wi’ that

i .
pill 809 yd“ look lonesome,” said the new-

comers“ and that the town is deserted. What

dos'gllghmqwi ’ ' t tb Sli

er c in air 0 er p-u . ittin’ o t
ther heavy flxln’s tor run ther ole hglefi an’ bill’s
‘bout time. fer Tom Jones an’ that hull caboodle

. hes bin drunk es b’iled owls for three days.”

 

  
 

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Much conversation passed between the pair,
which ended in the stranger in black requesting
a history of the starting of the town; but not,
however, until he had “pumped” Hank in re-
gard to the present aspect of affairs, the names
of the principal men of the city, their characters,
and their connection with the present condition
of the burg. . '

Hank liked nothing better than this; so he

roceeded to seat himself on the bar, requesting
his listener to take a. “ sat down ” on the bench
opposite, and began his narrative, squirting
tobacco juice afar, by way of emphasis, and
rubbing his bald pate at intervals most vigor-
ously.

“ When me an’ Mann Holbrook glided this-a-
way from Texas, we hadn’t a hefty ’mount 0’
wealth, stranger. We lunged out from Tewcson
arter gittin’ putty nigh bu’sled, fur es dust went,
after a he ole jim jamboree. Thet air ter say,
I did; fer my ole woman she never errigates
in notnin’ stronger’n tea er coffee. Fu’st oil? I
calkerlated ter slap up a shanty et ther Santa
Rita Mines, an’ stake out thar fer a while, sellin’
gison; bnt thar war sich a heap o’ cussed

reasers in therbiz that I soon see’d thar warno
show fer a edicated, civerlized white human
for make ’nough extry wealth ter ’nable him
ter pour down ’nough ter keep him from suer-
cidin’.

“ Hit wouldn’t ’a’ bin livin’, but jist lingerin’.

" ’Sides thet, Marm Holbrook, she jist pes-
tered me ?bout inter lightnin’ consumption
’ 'bout skutin’ hack Texas-way. Howsomever, 1
knowed we hedn’t wealth enoug fer lay in grub
fer sich a’ danged long trail, an’ I swored flat
fip an’ down I'd strike for ther Penarlayno

an e.

“ e bed a team 0’ three yoke o’fn’stvclass
Texas steers, that I had traded fer at Franklin
an’a middlin‘ good wagon, inter which I be
two bar’ls b’ whisk”, ’bnut ten bushels 0’ corn-
meal, an’ a hefty supply 0’ bacon an’ coffee.

an' togs, with a hull lay-outo’ furnitur’ thet ther
ole woman would bring along, spite o’allI could
spit out ag’in’ it.

“ Yer see, strau er, when we war comin’ from
Texas-way, ther anged ’Paches stompeded my
critturs at Devil’s River, which war mighty nig
bu’stin‘us up, far I bed ter hire some Greasers
fer haul my wagon ter Franklin, an’ ther con-
demned cusses arged ’bout fourteen times es
mucges the’r oxen war wu’th. Waral, do yer

V ‘1‘ But," interrupted the stranger in black, “ I
, vfthought you Were about to relate something in

  
 

’ '; ‘regard to the first starting of the town.”

«I 11m

, , a—oomin’ ter hit directly," explained
v Hank. ‘

 

CHAPTER II.
AN INTERRUPTION. _

HANK Prooeeded, after tearing off an extra
_, chunk of ‘nigger-headz"
g ; “Ward, error we bed struck up ther Penar-

layno Range an’ glided ’long this-a-way daug’d
of a few pilgrims hadn’t found ‘paye irt’ an’
e~ nniddli'n’ rich pockets right hyer, an’ bed thar
,- claims staked. . ,
w “They had sent some 0’ the’r outfit ter Tewc-

L.
0.

’Sides this, I bed Marin” Holbrook an” my traps'

son fer slabs an’ nails an’ grub, ’tendin' fer slap
up tha’r shanties an’ locate a burg. Howsom-
ever, they war a poor set, without wealth ter
count, an’ war ’bout starved ter death. Tha’r
pards bed bin gone so long arter slabs an’ sich,
thet they hed chawed all tha’r feed. Fact air,
they war eatin’ tha‘r last refreshments, which
war a box 0’ sardines, when me an’ Marin Hol-
brook ’roved wi’ our outfit. '

“ They see’d us comin‘ ’long ’mong ther foot-
hills, an’ they jist yelled so ormightily long an’
loud that Marin Holbrook crawled under ther
{ricks et ther bottom 0’ ther wagon, an’ thar she

ay.

“Yer see, my 016 woman then ht we’d run
plum inter a passel 0’ ’Paches, an‘ never let on
ter her, but ’lowed her ter think theta—way, an’
driv on, ’most ’splodin’ wi’ laugh.

“ Fact air, I war so dang’d red in ther face
an‘ acted so ’tarnal strange ’bout hevin’ a good
joke on ther ole gal, hit made me so doggoned
tickled, tbet I come mighty .nigh bu’stin my
hull mersheenery. 'Iher pilgrims thought I war
crazy, dead sure. But when 1 driv up, an’
told ’em I had my ole woman ’long, ’sides my-
self, with consid’able permisc’us grub an’ things
—when I spit thet infermashe at ’em, I’ll sw’ar
hit would ha’ skeered yer ears off, stranger, ter
ha’ heered ther yells what bu’sted outen them
pilgrims’ hungry beef—traps. Hit war a caution
ter Comanchesl

“ I reckon the ole woman managed ter crawl
in a lee-tie furder under ther freight, an’ wasted
all ther breath she hed left, in ascreech thet
come nigh rippin’ ther wagon tilt. Ther steers
war do ~goned fagged but thet yell 0’ Mann
Holbroo‘k’s jist turned em inside out, an’ ther
team broke inter a gallop, stompedin’ up from
ther canyon, one 0’ ther fore wheels strikin‘ a
bowlder jist ’bout whar the ole woman‘s bake-
oven DOW 8.1T.

“ Thet wrecked my outfit, fer ther wagon-
tongue snapped off, an’ ther oxen went jist
a—hummin’ 1n ’mong ther cedars. Ther old wo-
man war nigh dead when I yanked her out
from ther freight.

“ Howsomever, fu’st off. I rolled ther whisk’
out from ther wreck, an’ ’zsmined ther bar‘ls;
knowin’ thet ther hull 0’ our prospec‘s ’pended
on ther p’ison. An’ hit war mighty lucky fer
Hank thet nary one 0" them leaked a drop.

“I sot Marni Holbrook on a bag 0' meal, et
ther foot 0' ther bowlder, ’lowin’ her back h’ar
ter lean 'gin’ ther rock, while the pilgrims stud
round’ gazin’ at her, wi’ the’r corn-cake traps
wide open, an’ eyes as big ea Mexican dollars.

“At las’, one on ’em. Tom Jones, what we
arterwards ’lected sheriff, gi’n a le’p inter the
airz au’ he sez, sez he: -

‘ ‘ Boyees, we air fixed clean through! E er‘s
a pilgrim what’s bin skutecl thisa-way by v-
erdence. fer ther special benefit of you,ous an’
ours, Thar’s no use a—talkiu':, we’ll hev a burg
right byer inside 0’ a week. Stranger, ye'rea
pressed brick! ,What’s yer handle, an’ whar
did yer glide from?

“ Pards' sez I, ‘ I’m Hank Holbruok: that’s
my ole woman, an’ this air my outfit. We
come from Texas-way ter Tewcson ’tcndin’ ter
meander up the range; but ef that’s a show

 

h er fer,‘ a dirt,’—seein’l’m' plum bro e, un'
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4 V Giant George’s Revenge. i
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can’t progress very speedy on three Wheels—
reckon I’ll looate right hyer.’

“ Then thar come some more he 01d yells, an’
their ilgrims got up a big stag-dance. ’Bout
then, rm Holhrook opened her peepers, an
gazed sorter sheared and bewildered. This made
’em all stop tha’r circus, un‘ j‘ll‘k off tha’r som-
breros: an” ther soft-headed gerloots ’pea red
like ap'assle o’ idgits, fer they hedn’t see’d n
kaliker-kivered human since tha’r hair war
short.

“When ther ole woman see’d they war white
folkses, an’ noticed thet 1 war chuck—full 0’ laugh,
she gut b’ilin‘ hot mad,an’ shuck her fists at me.

“ ‘ Hank,"ses she, ‘ yer good-for-nothin’ puser-
laiiimous purp—why didn’t yer ’splain this hycr
biz? Yer knowed I war ’bout skeered ter
deathl

“ ‘ Ye ' knowed I thought hit war ’Paches n-
yellin’. nn’ yer wouldn’t ’splain ter me, fer re~
lieve my mind. But I’ll get even wi’ yer——
dang’d of I doesn’t!’

“ Tliet’s what ther ole woman spit out, stran-
ger; an' when I gi’n a big smile, kinder on ther
doesn‘t.-keer-a-dangr style. an“ p’liited ter ther
smashed wheei, Which kinder made me safe on
that threat, she gut wuss an' wusscr. But ther
pilgrims cut round her, ii-flatterin’ of her es
’spec‘fnl cs if she war Queen o’ tlier Cannerbull
[~lan'ls, sin’ she gut some pacerfled. I reckon
though I took no notice of ’em, for I war stukin’
nutn claim, which war ther section 0’ dirt that
ther ‘ Nugget,’ war built on.

“Nex’ (luv ther slabs an’ sich ’rovcd from
Tewcson, an’ I traded some meal an’ tricks fer
timber ’nougli tnr slap up ther Nugget.”

“ \an di-i they name the town Sardine-box
City?" inquired the stranger. '

“I’m a—comin‘ ler thet,"said Hank. “Yer
see’d a cedar pole stuck up ct ther hand 0’ ther
street. I reckon. es ver rid in?" '

“ Yes," was the reply, “ I noticed it."

“ Wa-sil, that air our fl-ig-stnll‘: nn’ of yer'd
gazed clost, yer mougiit hu’ diskivered a sar-
dine-box nailed on top 0’ hit. un’ I opine hit air
mighty ’properate, But I’ll ’splain. .

“Soon es we bed slapped up ther Nugget. I
gi‘n a free jamhoree all ’roun’ ter- ther boyees;
fer the had slung in a heap 0’ work fer nix.
We he a slam~u scllerbration; u.‘ ther ole
woman, she manor actured ii’Merikin flag nuteu
a ole sheet an’ some red kahker, with blue jeans
fer stars, an’ a extry big one in thcr middle fer
Arizona, though hit wnrn’t counted inter thar
Union.

“Hit Sot ther boyees jist ’bout plum crazy,
an’ they humped tha‘i‘selves inter ther cedars
ter cut a. pole fer hit.

“ Then we bed a. hefty nrgyment over what
ther burg sh‘u‘d he cog’d. Some unlexn wanted
hit named urter Marin Holhrook, callin’ hit
’Lizbuth, thinkin' that mought sound sorter
’spectabel. But my 010 woman gut mighty Wiled
up ’bout hit, an’ sh" sw’ar‘d she war n meetin'-
house woman, an’ thet ef they couldn’t start a
burg without so dung’xl much fuss—killin’an’
cbokin’folkses—she wouldn’t her her name dis-
graced thetva-way.

“Finerly we concluded ter call ther burg
Sardine-box City, on ’count 0’ ther pilgrims
a-giitin’ down Let the’r last grub, jist es 'roved,

 

which were box 0‘ sardines. We Hamid the? 11:
same box on ther pole, but hit’s rusty DOW. '; hi

” Ther pilgrims what ’roved wi’ ther waing m
from Tewcson made up a consider’ble crow,
an’ we had ’bout es hefty e. 'amboree es whim 1,,
Giant George ’roved from St. muis. ,3

“ Marm Holbrook prayed some, fu’st off; lat m
she couldn’t stand hit. She levauted up thee cc
range, an’ crawled inter a hole in thér rocks. an? re
hung out thar all night, though she war p’ s, , g
fear’d of a coyote er a jack-rabbit. Fact air: -
wo all bed ter turn out nex’ mornin’ an’ hun’fi pr
her up; fer ther boyees felt dead sure thet tlii'i,‘ .
burg Would go to ther dickens of she hed gut m
chewed by a griz’, er tuck by 7Paches. Ther ulq
woman hed gone inter ther hole on ther hum;
like a blue streak. an’ she left hea 0’ her calig‘
her behind her; fer she bed on her )estest dress"
which she’d wored for ther sellerbrate. I her
ter git ahint a rock au’ laugh a spell ter my: 61
when I see’d her. 3 '

“She war es wild es a hungr panther. an' ye:
monglit ’a’ hung a. camp kitt e on each 0’ he, co.
eyes. I Sec’d she lied a ragin’ rnvin’ torniidq 'ey(
corked up fer me; an’ I jist turned like a. to. 1131
an’ went down thir steep side 0’ ther mountain co;
like a hawk lightiu’ on a rabbit.  an

“ Marm Holbrook war arter me on thel' pic
whiz, an’ I knowed she’d wallop me ’bout to i:- A
death. ; no.1

“ Straight she stompedod fer ther Nugget, iii’ 1”
up inter ther garret. f: 3 a

” Thar she squatted fer three days an’ nights. ngi
while I sent up blankets an’ grub‘ter her on t w

 

“An’ I air a-houncin’ down on or “Nadir:
overlanche o’ mnwthin’drons, ullk Hol- f'N
brook!” F. .,,d

'Thisinterruption came from a crack in thfl‘bm
kitchcnaioor. ‘ ‘ “

“ Stranger, I war ’mong a passe] 0’ wuss'n iluii
savages thet time, un’ they liuiiilt much better he
hyer now. I can’t see yer, an’ I doesn't kefl' art
her; fer I'm down on all men-folkses ’ceptlfl’ 
Giant George fln’AI‘lZUUB Jack au’ Tom Jones. I.
but I advises yer ter git. t  ,m]

“Hunk. yer kin jist lay down an’ I‘ll git? -:
bucket 0‘ water ter habtize yer With. Yarf ".i.
needs ther ordernance ’bont now!"  i ,2}

This inqu unexpected and singularly wordell ‘l‘g
interruption to the host’s story proceeded, as bf J on,
been said, from the kitchen; and was, unmiif .‘ Th
tnkzibly, in ii female voice. rim

Hank, at the first word, whirledyaround a»; “I
disappeared from view; an action that can ~" len;
the stranger in black to decide thntjhe warning ,1,
from the next room had not been given withoutiiwn
good grounds. , ‘l ‘

He therefore stepped quickly to the sireéi £38;

 

mounted his horse, and turning the aniu . mp

about, left the town at a. gallop, by the an e {in

wuyhe had entered it—tbat is,up the ran . an

by the stage road. and soon disappeared o , prone

the spur of the range. i; fits

IIB

. CHAPTER III. hat

RECOGNIZED. f as,

THE stranger .in black galloped fullya m ' ‘ mm.

from the summit of, the mountain spur, on '{w
which the stage road led, and arrived Mi

   
 

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an

id;
M

broken, rocky, and cedar-dotted gully. Here
he came to a halt, and listened intently for a
moment.

He then urged his horse into a cedar thicket,
bordering the trail; and then, turning about,
toward the point of entrance, he drew a Colt’s
navy revolver from a. holster hidden by his
coat skirt, quickly cocked it, and, with bridle-

lli’l reins gathered firm, stood with his feet- braced

. gainst a. rock.

=‘ A moment later, a horseman appeared, ap—
proaching from the north toward the thicket.

k He was a man of gigantic build, and most
‘rufiianly in appearance. He was attired in a
air of greasy and tattered buckskin bl'eerPS,
'- e fringe along the outer seams of which was
mostl torn away, a blue woolen shirt, cow-
hide ts; and a broad-brimmed black som—
brero, pushed upward in a “ Hyer I air, dang’d

' is! I ain’t” manner.

_ The inevitable brace of revolvers were buckled
about his waist, and his long, sunburnt hair was
coarse and tangled, as was also his beard. His
ieyebrons met and mingled, shading decp‘set,
iiark and treachcrrus eyes, which were small in
com rimn with the rest of the face, and had
all t e nervous glances of one who was sus-
irions of danger.
,fi» Altogether he was not the kind of individ~
uu’l lwhom one would care to meet on a lonely
11's! . r
i As this gigantic borderer urged his steed to-

 

 
  
 
   
  
  
 
 
    
    
   
  
  

”wérd the thicket, the man in black leveled his
Wolver at tho giant,,as he yelled, in a quick,
firm voice:

H é“ Hands up, or you are a dead man i” -

iNever, perhaps, was a. man more surprised.
nd at the same time filled with hbject terror,
: ban the southward—bound traveler.

E “Dang my iron heart, stranger!” be ex-
fanned, after a moment’s scrutiny of the man
ho confronted him; “yer run in a surprise-
art on me, so suddint—like, thet I thought tber
‘ ‘gl antes hed got me, dead sure. Yer see, I
95 mm myself away, but I knows who I air
stalkin’ to. Ye’re ther pilgrim I see’d slinginl
ter Doubloon Dan, in the cedars, ’bove
lco City, New Mex’, ’bout a year back, afore
, is Pumas got cleaned out by Rocky Mountain
.- l’s crowd. bra that shutin’-iron, fer hit
. ought ’splode, an bore my ’natermy."

5'

V w The man in black lowered his weapon, with a

~ im smile of satisfaction as he said:

I ’ “I thought I had struck my man. Once
in   you are not easily to be mistaken. What
ruing 9 you mean in regard to the Pumas being
thew decried out?”

I ,' 1‘2’ It means what I hes spit out,” was the reply.
lrefl ! ‘aflec yer my a chaw er tel-backer ’bout yer?
sin to plum bu'sted u fer weed.”
sa 9 man in blue passed a silver tobaccobox

 

an: ’itbe huge rider, whose eyes brightened as he

,V- ‘ hatd’ e

pimed it; but his countenance fell as the con—

; 3‘63 were displayed to his critical vision.

B‘ile me fer a, billions buzzard, stranger!
ck sech trash as that fer. Hit looks
thong is bad bin chawedb a finevtoothed
«tter. I always uses plug. ’m natur’ly in—
,miated tor hard things, often mustercatin’
lders for breakfast. an pickin’ my grinders
b '0. humor bull’s born.

 
 

 

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6.

“ Ya—as, es I said, thcr Pumas was cleaned—
all thet war in (her care ’bove Chico, an'
Doubloon Dan turned up his toes et lher same
time.” k‘

“ Were all the gang killed?” asked the stran-
ger, evidently deeply depressed at the news.

“ VVahl, not ’zactly. Thar war ’bout a baker's
dozen on ’em what war out arter the’r critters,
an’ didn't git kerral’d, an’ they skuted down ther
range" when they foun’ out how things bed
gone.

“ \Vere you with Doubloon Dan ?”

* “ I ccme danged nigh bein' tuk in outen ther
Wet. Yer see, their war a ’greement ’tw een me
an’ Dan, ’gai‘ds some pilgrims what 1 war layin’
fer, an’ I lied jist left him ter git ther p’ints in
Chico. When I see’d how things bed went, I
levanted fer Arizone. Was yer interested in
thcr lay-out,%tranger?” ’

“I was a fiiend of Dan’s before he went on
the road. But, never mind; I reckon you and I
can pard, if you say so. Where have you been
since you were at Chico?“ ’

“ Meanderin’ ’bout ’mong ther mines—an’ dog-
gone my iron heart, I’m jist a—hankerin' fer a
payljob. What ycr gut on hand?”

" n the first place, have you any yards?”

“ Nary one. Thar was half a dozen 0’ ounsort
wi’ me, but I skipped ther camp, fer I never
goes inter a burg with anybody, I heerd o’Sar—
dine-box City, that hit war a party fresh strike
un’ 1 concluded ter glide in an’ see what I could
make on fiber loose.

" I knows some 0’ ther ‘ citz ’——thet is, I knows
’em by rcpertashe. I heerd yer war a-vrorkin’
this section, though I didn’t know yer cog. I
’deuterfied yu‘ when I fu‘st heerd o’ yer lig,
What’s yer handle, now, an how many boyees
hes yer gut?”

“ [am known as Captain Black, and 1 have
but 59 ven men left, for I had a hard fight down
range, not far from Tucson, and had to git up
and dust. But I have a job on hand that will
pay big.

“ Early this morning I was up range, and saw
you in camp. I [bought I knew you, and re-
solved to lay for and get you to jcin us. There
is a rich woman in this burg below here who
must be or rialed, and ler “eahh also. I have
taken steps to secure her, and l vant you to go
at once into tl-e town and get all the informa-
tion y( u can in regard to her.

“Tte infernal focls in Sardine-box call her
the Angel of the Piraleno Range. Find out
where her nomy is kept, for she must have
broughta largeamcnnt from the States. She
has gone to Brad Man’s Gulch and the only man
whom I fear in Arizona is viii her. His name
is Giant Gtorgc. l ie'cktn yui knew him. He
cleaned wt the ‘ Panthers ‘ H n 9 time since. '

“I count on my men getting a chance to
secure the won an. A “min of hers from St.
Louis is the man I‘m wcrk-rg the job for. If
she goes under, he will ct me into her property,
which is a large fortune.

“ What name doyou go by now 3"

“I’m ther Terrantaler 0’ Taos till yit—dog—
gone my iron heart ef I hain’tl I kin chaw up
most anythin’ from a bufl‘ler bull ter a bowlder;
but I ain’t feelin’ chi per, on ’count 0’ skcercity
o’ whisk’, an‘ that nag-dong o’ my iron heart

 

 

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hes gut down oer ther flicker of a June-bug’s ' Yer ’pears now more like a gospel-slinger nor

wungi;l ,

“ ell, old pard—for so I will call you-that;
can soon be remedied. Here is gold, and when
it passes from‘my hand to yours, our interests
become common. Is that understood?”

As he said this, Captain Black passed a roll of
coin to the burly rufllan, who grasped the ame
eagerly.

That’s ther way ter put hit, Cap’ Black; an’
I’ll roll inter Sardine—box City, nn‘ ’stonish ther
natives, same time keepin’ 3. eye an’ our open fer
boss biz.

“ Thet Giant George air a hellyun. Hit takes
a six in hand, an’ a big ox—train ter block his
trail. But I’ll watch out fer ther cuss. He
run me outen one burg ’bout two year back, un’
come nigh havin’ me choked off; but I reckon
he’s plum forgot me b this time. Yer wants
ter find out whar this ngel hes hid h‘ér duckets,
an’ I’m that perrarer promernader thet’s goin
tor strike her ‘ cache 1’ ”

“I hope you will, Tarantula; and there’s a.
cool five thousand for you if you do.

“ But if it is not to be found, the Slip-up Mine
has got to slip up. The machinery must be
blowed to smithereens; for this Carlos La
Grange, the cousin of Lane. Reynolds, otherwise
the ‘ Argel,’ is as revengeful as Satan.

“ He swears that every one who stands be—
tween him and this lproperty shall die; but he
hasn‘t got the sand to ill a jack-rabbit.

“ However, we needn’t care a continental, as
ion as he pays. I've had a hard run of luck
late v; lost twenty men within three months.”

“ Yer has had hit rough—dang my puserlani-
mous pictur’, ef yer hain’tl But whar air yer
camp, an’ whar air ther cuss, Carlos La
Grange?”

“ We are ‘ holed ’ Over the range, straight
northwest from Dead Man’s Gulch. You can
scout around the Slip-up Mine, about night; and
if you hear two black wolf yelps, followed by a
third after a short interval, you can go to the
cedar thicket, whence the sounds proceed and
you will meet either myself or one of my boys.

hen you can report all your news.

“ If they sus act or recognize you in the burg
you must ma 9 a run up the canyon to Dead
Man’s Gulch, where, in a clump of cedars at the
base of the mountain, near two graves, you must
wait until some of my men come to guide you to
our rendezvous.

“ I shall ride on up the trail for a few miles,
to see if I can pick up those men you mention.
Before noon, I indge, my boys will have
secured the ‘ Ange .‘ We have been after her
along time; but she was captured by Apaches
the very night she arriyed.
, ” The rods skipfied the town, robbed the 0 ch

and took Lena eynolds, Hank Holbroo and
his wife captive. But they were rescued by
Giant George and the ‘ citz;’ thus disappointing
our friend arlos, but giving me what I hope
will be a paying job.

“ Hang it, I’m getting more and more des-
perate every day. This masquerading never did
suit me.” ,

“ Dang my iron heart, Cap, of I shouldn’t like
tor see yer onc’t as yer air on ther rampage]

 

     

ary other kinder human.

“But, I sw‘ar, I’m as dry as a sand hill, an’
hungry ’nough ter swaller a pickled Piutel I
reckon I’ll wait until I kin see Captain Black
as be really air.
mebbe so hit’ll put an entry dingdong inter my
iron heart, givin’ me more vim fer futur’
flghtin'l”

As the Tarantula was speaking Ca itan Black,
as the former had termed himsel , urged his
horse, a magnificent animal, into the cedars,
and in a few moments returned; but would not
have been recognized as the same man.

His slight beard had disappeared, showing a
assably handsome face, garnished now by a
0%, silky mustache and imperial.

is coat had been cast aside, as well as his
roomy .black pants; and he now appeared in
buckskin breeches, heavily fringed, and studded
with silver buttons. His shirt was richly orna-
mented, ond fringed also; but the skin of both
garments was dyed black, and the breaches
Lvero tucked into high-topped alligator-skin

oots.

His sable sombrero was looped up at the left
side bya Singular and suggestive emblem,“
wlit, a skull and cross-bones in heavy engraved
51 var.

About his waist was a black belt, with holsters

and scabbard of the same hue.

It held a pair of silver-mounted Colt's army}
revolvers a heavy square silver clasp fastening
O

the belt in front.

He sat his noble, symmetrical steed with a ‘
grace that was perfect; and both horse and man 1
seemed to have become freed from a restraint, K,

and relieved fro a heavy load.

As the animal sprung from the cedars, the
two presented a fine picture, and drew from the
astonished iant an exclamation that was char-
acteristic o the mun. '

“Do «gone my cast—iron heart, Cap Black, I
pass! er kin take ‘ther .‘ pot;‘ sweep the:-
board, an’ I’ll crawl under ther table, stick my

head under my wing, an’ sing ther doxology tor , ,

myself. I’m a-hum in’ myself on extry jumps,

ter git this job t rough hunk; an’ I pards J
wi’ yer from this on, of I lose a couple 0’ my 3:

la sl"

g‘Ha! ha! hul” laughed Captain Black. “ If
you lose a couple of legs, you’ll have lenty left,
if you’re true to your name, Mr. arantula.
But biz is on the bill. I’m on up the range
now, like a streak. Mind well my instructions.
So long!” ‘

“Whoo er—upl Whoop er-e-e—el”

Thus ye led the giant, as both men started;
onetgpeeding toward the north, the other the
son .

“ Hyer I am a-comin’, with a pocket full 0’ 

dust! I kin tell these sardines I’m fish-hungry
an’ sp’ilin’ fer p'iaon. I’m ther Terrantaler o
Taos what never lost a leg!

“ Dang tber ding-dong! I’ll fotch hit back
inter my iron heart, afore a red c’u’d scrape out
a error. Hurrah for Captain Black an’ the Tar.
rantaler-ther perrarer peramhulam, my mum
derer o’ ther mountings!”

Thus on, toward Sardine‘box City went the
burly desperado; while, up the range, skimming

Dang’d ef I doesu’t; fer“

  

   
 

 

   

 

   

 

 
   

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the earth like a bird, went the lossy, sable
steed and its black-garbed and back-hearted
rider—both on missions that threatened to bring
disaster.

 

CHAPTER IV.
GIANT GEORGE.

IT was high noon of the same dayon which
Capitan Black and the Tarantula of Taos met
that a rty of males and females, five in num-
ber, might have been seen traveling the wind-
ings of a deep canyon. a few miles to the north-
west of Sardine-box City.

The banks of this canyon were steep and in-
surmountable except at two points near the
town, but higher up, the gullies and wash-outs,
formed by the mountain torrents during rains,
afforded ingress and exit.

The. leader of the party was a man of large
size—in fact, gigantic—habith in a suit of buck-
skin, with rough boots and black slouch hat, all
showin service, while at his belt were the usual
arms. The clasp of the belt bore thisinscrip—

ion:
GIANT GEORGE.
Presented by
LENA Rmonns, nu Lemon,
"‘ The Angel 0‘ ther Penarlayno Range."

A man of iron nerve was he—that could be
seen at a glance—and one who could be depend-
ed on to the ver death.

Close behind im rode a young but well de-
veloped man, fresh and rosy, tree and fearlea,
as any one would at once decide.

Fancifully fringed and tastefully ornamented
buckskin breeches, a blue woolen shirt, loosely
confined at the throat, hi h-topped boots of fine
workmanship, and a blac sombrero made up
his costume—all new and fresh, as they say on
the border.

Eagerness flashed from his eye as he swept
the wild surroundin with a gaze that seemed
to court conflict wi man or beast.

A brace of arm revolvers,higl11y ornamented
in silver, were he (1 at his waist by a belt, upon
which was engraved:

ARIZONA JACK
Whoop her through or bu'st.

Taken altogether, Arizona. Jack was one who.
V sustained ful y the legend beneath his name.

No scout in the far Southwest was more noted
for daring deeds and skill in following the fierce
Apache t an Giant George; and the recent ter-
rible eax‘ferieuce in the history of Saniinebox
City h proved Arizona Jack —then a “ tender-
foot,” who had arrived just in time to partici-
pate—well worthy of the confidence and friend-
ship of the citizens. In fact, he had been claim-
ed as‘a pard by Giant George, and had proudly
accepted the honor.

Next to Jack rode a female, clothed entirely
in black. Her face was white as the driven snow,
and stamped with great grief and suffering.
And few on earth had been called upon to hear
more than she had done. for her loved and only
brother had been murdered not far from this

 

very spot, and in seeking to avenge his death
she had been captured by his murdertr and
rescued by Giant George. Soon after this event
she had been united in marriage with one who
had been parted from her through the villainy
of the same man who had murdered her brother.

The wedding had been solemnized at Sardine-
box City—the first and last ceremony of the
kind performed there—and Giant George with
his famous burr-o, Den Diablo, had accompanied
the happy pair to St. Louis. The bride, Mrs.
Reynolds, was none other than Lena Laurence,
known in Sardine-box City as the “Angel 0’
ther Penarlaynp Range.”

The gold of lrer murdered brother, Sam Law-
rence, which Giant Geor e hnd accidentaliy dis-
covered, had made our eroine a very wealthy
woman.

But the party had not been long in St. Louis,
when poor he lost husband, father and sister
—her only near relatives-by yellow fever; and
now, disconsolate and broken-hearted, she had
accomaanied George hack to Arizona, only to
fall in the hands of the Apaches, as has been
stated, but to be providentially rescued, slot)
with her fellow-captives, Hank and Mann Ho -
brook.

At the same time, a beautiful Castilian girl
named Marietta, was saved from the power of
the Indians. ’

The mother of Marietta, a half-insane woman,
known asWarnitta the Wild, was rescued on the
same occasion. These two made up the little
equestrian party. Both of them purposed to
return with Lena Reynolds, now on a visit to
her brother's grave, to Tucson; but, as ever,
man only proposes.

On, in the order we have mentioned. rode our
friends for some distance along the bed of the
canyon; when suddenglg Giant George turned to
the right, and enter a dark gulch which led
toward the range, all following, and disappear-
ing from view.

Alth h there was the full glare of a noon-
day sun I: ve them, all was cool and twilight '
within the deep, narrow gulch.

It was a place to inspire awe: but the whole
party seemed only filled with sympathy for the
sad figd pale—faced woman whom they accom-
pani .

None wore more affected by the situation than
Giant George himself. .

For some distance they traversed the deep
gulch, and then the bright sunli ht displafyed
an openingin front of them, revea ing the act
that the head of the canyon terminated in a
huge basin.

ere Geo e and Arizona Jack halted, but
Lena Reyna ds and the two Castilian women
passed on, crossing the basin, and disappeang
Kiplin a clump of pines at the base of the moon-
in.

To the west of this motte of pines, the side of
the basin was more broken, and easier to sun-
mount, and was covered withagrowth of stunt-

ars.

At this point, or above it, there was also a
break in the range, seemingly formed by some
convulsion of nature.

Lena Reynolds preceded her companions, and
entering the pines, passed to the further extrem-

  

 

 

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ity of the same, nearl to the base of the cliff,
where upon a doube mound—evidently two
g;-aveii—she threw herself prostrate and sobbed
b tter y.

The woman Warnitta and her daughter, out of
respect for her grief, proceeded no further than
the border of the trees, where they seated them—
selves side by side.

Giant Geo e and Arizona Jack stood near
each other, ho ding the lariats attached to the
necks of the horses.

“Do -gone hit, Jack," said the former, in a
low vmce, “I’d a heap rather make a. break
plum erlone through a ig ’Pache village than to
come ter ther gulch with ther An ell Hit’ll
sp’ile my appertite fer a half moon. kin allers
see Sam Lawrence die over again, eshe did hyei'.
an’ tpioor Terri! whangin’ head down on ther cliff
yon er.

' “ Dang them cussed’Pachesl But we paid ’em
up purty well for thet biz, an’ no mistake.

“ She’s a~cryin’ herself ter death on ther
raves. jist es she did when I brung her hyer
n’st 011?, when them dang‘d spies of El Capitan

scoo her."

“ 0 you think it safe there now, George? I
am feeling stran e and suspicious.”

“What c’u'd arm her now? We-’uus has
cleaned out most 0‘ ther reds ’ceptin’ ther
squaws. an’ every one 0’ El Capitan's Panthers
we made turn u toes nigh four moons ago.
doesn’t b‘lieve t ar‘s a crooked human within
two days’ ride and more.”

“From what I know ofthis section,” said
Jack, “I don’t believe things are safe at any
time. There seems to bee. curse on this town of
Sardine-box.

“But give me a history of things connected
with the first arrival of Mrs. Reynolds in the
burg. It will serve to kill time. I mean the
main points."

“ Wa~al, Jack. I ain’t a man of much lingo,
but I’ll gi’n yer ther rough p’ints. Fu’st oflf,
Sam Lawrence and Willerbv, what war arter-
wards ther outlaw chief, El Capitan, left St.
Louis together for ther West. Willerby shot
Sam an" robbed him up Colorado-way, leavin’
him fer cold meat.

)“ Afore Willerb left St. Louis he’d gut
Sam an’ Lena’s da ter purchase a heap 0’ bad
wild-cat minin’ stock, what ruined ther ole
man.

“ Yer see Willerby pertended tar be in love
with Lena, hut she war begaged ter Reynolds—
3 uar’ young man—an’ she refused ter hev
EV erby. So he swar'd revenge, an" he took

it.

“ He ruined her dad, as I said, an’ writ false
letters, an’ broke up Reynolds, who war a mate
0’ his’n an’ Sam's at school.

“ He then shot Sam, arter glttin’ him West.
but Sam didn’t go under. He corned hyar, an’
struck it rich, savin’ a heap 0' n ets, which he
stowed away up range, an’ which foun’ arter-
wards.

“ a-al, Willerby turned road out an’ gin-
’ral robber, au’ he happened down yer an’ got
sight 0' Sam, an’ see’d that he hedn‘t killed him
up—country. Then he lugged Sam ag’in in
this hyer basin, an’ 198: him ter die; but I
oomed ’long, an’ nussed him in ther pines you—

t..

 

der fer a week, ontil he ‘ skipped over ther di-
vide.’ .

“ Howsomever, aiore he died, he writ tl‘l'
Lena, an’ she comed on' from St. Louis ter Sum
dine-box City, havin’ taken a atferdavy ter hev
her reven e.

“Sam ed writ ’bout me, so she hunted me
up, findin’ me at Sardine-box, when ther citz
war goin’ ter string me up, thinkin’ I war
crooked.

“ Jist then, Lena’s ole lover—Reynolds—
comed ’long, an’ tuck a han‘ in ther fight. We
laid Willerby, or El Capitan, es he called his-
self, out cold in his own cave, an’ cleaned ther
gang out. Then Lena au’ Reynolds gut hitched,
an’ I scooted ter ther States—me an’ Don Diablo
——']ong 0’ them; but ther yaller fever coined in,
an’ Reynolds an’ Lena’s sister an’ her ole dad
all died in one week, an’ I brunged her back ter
Arizone.

“ But I’m ’feard she’ll go under ’fore long,
Jack; an’ she hain’t no nigh relation nowhnr.

“ Es'bad es she war feelin’, she never forgot
ther citz; an’ she sent on a wagon-train o’
quartz mills, an’ furnaces, an’ tricks fer ther
‘Slin-up.‘

“But, es I wur sayin’, she seems like ter soon
bea real ban fido augelu yunder: an" when
she is, Giant .orge’ll won or roun’ thcr perta-
rers so chuck—full o’ sorrer thet he‘ll git tuck,
an’ be toasted by ’Paches afore a moon hes

eased."

At'this moment piercing shrieks cut the air
from the direction of the motto. and the face of
Giant George turned ghastly, and his eyes he-
came fixed on the pines, as he stood for the mo-
ment frozen in his tracks.

“By Heavens! Pard George, it is asI told
you. There’s another load of misery dumped
upon us."

Before the words were well out of Jack’s
mouth, Giant George bounded like a madman
goro‘ss the rock floor of the basin, followed by

ac .
Wamitta and Marietta sprung shrieking, with
allid faces out from the motto; but Giant
orge heeded them not, for past them he shot
crashin through the pines to the graves of
Sam an Terrif.
' Grasping the branches and crashing through
them, in his terror and anxiety, while be fixed
his glassy eyes upon the sky between the cliff

and the matte, his features drawn in an agony

of grief, his lips to tightly compressed to allow
him toarticulate, George reached the two graves
among the pines.

Lena, the “ Angel 0’ Penarlayno Range," was
gone]

 

CHAPTER V.
mx’s an cos-roman. _

THE sun was high in the heavens, and it was
extremely hot, as the tagged-out horse of the
Tarantula of Taos reach the summit of the
rocky spur and passed down the decline toward
Sardine-box City.

The face of the burly borderer expressed not
only great suflering of y, but surprise as
Well, as he gazed down upon the deserted town-
for all the po ulatlou. as we have seen, had
gone to the ‘ S p up” Mme to witness the un-

 

 

 

 

 

 

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loading of a train of wagons, which contained
the necessary tools and machinery for its de—
velopment. These’hud arrived three days pro—
V 0115.

“Dog-gone my castian heart!” exclaimed
the giant outlaw, in his wonder and disappoint-
ment.

“What in dangnation‘s that difficult‘ down
yunder? Ef thet ain’t a empty sardine-box, I’m
ther boss pervaricator 0" Arizona; an’ of ther
burg ain’t bu’sted flat, l’ll chaw flint fer grub
ther remainder o’ ther moon.

“What in thunderation ‘11 I do? Hyer I air,
jist ’bout halt dead, arter skutin’ clean from
t’other side 0’ nowhar, with only p’ison ’nou h
ter last me half-way. I’m sick enough ter pu 0
up my in'ardsl

“I’m smashed and hu’sted up ginerally. ter
say nothin’ ’bout ther bug—juice thet’s gone dead
inside my stomach, an’ left me without vim, an’
es slimpsy es a eel what’s been left high an’ dry
arter a rise an’ fall.

“ Dang’d of I don’t burn every dang’d sharty
in Sardine-box City out 0’ pure cusaedness. of I
can‘t shake out some whisk’. Pm gittin’ es dear
prit es a bun ry griz, ’count 0’ hevin’ ter skute
out o' Tophet iggin’s when I bed a dead thing
on mokin’ a big steak.

“Howsomever, I did bleed some tender-buds
outen consider’ble dust, which air all that hes
kept me from wiltin’ on that trail. An’ now
Cap’ Black hes Igunned out extry rich, wi‘ pro-
spec’s ahead. it does me good, I’m hang’d ef
hit doesn't, ter feel in my pouch; but at that
sheriff o’ Tophet Di gin's hed know’d who I
war, he'd ’a kep’ t er hull o’ my wealth, an‘
strun me up to a limb besides. I considers I’m
jist t or most lucky cuss on ther range. Hit’s

ure solid, un’dulterated. b’iled down, stud-

oss luck that I run ag’m’ Capitan Black—chaw
my ear ofl.’ ef hit warn’t!

“ I ho that I won’t run ag’in’ that bi scout,
Giant rge; fer I’ve got too much ngue,
an’ too little sand ter buck ag’in’ him, without
a free pass on ther Lightnin' ’Spress ter king-
dom come. ,

At this moment the giant outlaw, after pass-
ing down the deserted street, came opposite the
Nug et Hotel, it being new about an hour and
3 ha [since Captain B ack, in disguise, had left
the some. .

“Hooray!” exclaimed the Tarantula, in ex-
treme relief and thankfulness.

“ Nugget Hotel! Thet’s all hunk fer-a house
cog; but BugAjuice Bazar suits me better. Thor
boss bar 0' Chico City war named thet.

“Howsomever, I hes ther nug eta, ef thar’s
any one ter sling p’ison; of not, prospects for
licfiids on ther hum.”

rging his weary horse to the end of the
building, and tying the end of the lariat to a
cedar bush, allowing the animal free range {or
about forty feet, the Tarantula bent his way
sign] wavering step to the front entrance of the
o .

Stepping into the doorway in a stiff manner,
the giant pooped around the screen into the bar-
room, where a tempting array of decanters met
hrs on r view. Not a human being wasvisible,
thong there was every evidence, both within
and on the street, of recent occupation.

 

The glimpse of a man, seated on a low stool
behind the bar, attracted his attention.

The man was Hank Holbrook who sat thus,
his eyes closed and his mouth wide open.

“Dug—gone my pure open an’ shot luck, ef I
haiu’t struck a soft thing, I’m a liar by the
watch!" muttered the Tarantula. “That air
Hank Holbrook, I knows dang’d well. I hes
heerd ’ncugh ’bout him ter rec ’ ther cuss.”

The pictorial adornments o the bar—room
caught his eye, and he strode up in front of the
most attractive of the lot, in evident astonish-
ment and and admiration.

“ Dang my cast-iron heart I” he mutte , “ et
tnar ain’t some purty pictur’sl”

“ ‘ B-u-f—f—a-l-o B-i—l—I!’

“ That means Buflier Bill, though they
doesn’t know how ter spell hit. I knows his
flgger—head too ormighty well; an’ hit'll be
fortygraphed on my brain-box ontil I turns up
my toes!

” He’d i’n a heap ter git a lariat roun’ my
neck; an’ he did come cussed nigh hit when I
stole his no that he calls Buckskin, the dang’d-
est runner 1: at ever knocked seed often perarer
grass. ‘

“Thet war when Cody war huntin’ on ther
Platte; but. dang him, he iollered' me with a
nag, jist a-flyin‘, an’ run in on me when I war
in camp in ther bottom.”

The Tarantula closed his interview with the
cut of the Hon. W. F. Cody, and turned toscru-
tinize his host.

leaning over the lank that served as a bar,
he saw that the lan lord still slept soundly.

The Tarantula, evidently bent on mischief,
and totally disregardin ‘the important mion
on which Capitan Blac had sent him, took some
matches from a box, and inserted the clear ends
of them in the holes which he had punched in a
lar e cork, reserving, one to ignite.

hen, by a. dexterous movement, he i nited
the matches and placed the cork over finnk’s
nose. having first notched it with his bowie.

This done, the Tarantula dropped from View,
below the counter. leavin the sulphurous
smoke and flame flaring at in the face of

nk. .»

With a wild yell, the latter sprung to his feet,
almost blinded as well as suffocated, then, with
a shriek of horror, he darted forward, and as his
hands touched the counter. with a wild leap
Hank cleared the bar, over the head of the
crouching Tarantula, rushed from the door into
the street, beating the air with his arms, and
yelling like a lien .

CHAPTER VI.
BAD MEDICINE.

WHEN Giant George, Arizona Jack and the
females who have been mentioned, left Sardine-
box City they passed down toward the canyon
and near to the bowlder and mesquite which had
been the scene of many a tra ‘ occurrence con-
nected with themselves and t e burg.

They also . the s t where the stage had
been left w on Lena ynolds and the ' nt
scout returned from St. Louis, dragged th ther

by the overjoyed “citz,” who had removed the '

horses from it.
Little did they dream that their benefactreu

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was within the coach, for it was dark; and even
George, in the excitement of the occasion, had
been inconsiderate of the peril to which she was
thus exposed.

Poor Hank, dead drunk on the coach—top,
keeping the scout’s burro, Don Diablo. com-
pany: and Marm Holbrook, who had been
thrown inside by the “ citz,"——«all were captured
by Apaches, while their defenders were investi-

ating the cause of a fire in the town, which
Ead been kindled by the Indians.
ts the party now rode, but they
by eager e es as they descended
‘flicult and winding

Past these s
were watche
into the canyon by a
path.

Amid the cedars, seated upon his horse, was a
most rufiianl -lookln%eman; his bloodshot eyes,
unkempt her and ard, and ragged buck-

skins, proving him to be a wandererot the moon»
tains.

He was armed to the teeth, and no sooner had
the party led by Giant George started 11 the
canyon, than he rode to the oEposite side 0 the
thicket, and taking a red erchief from his
pocket, he waved it about his head, toward the
range.

Afar u
soon disp ayed in answer from a fissure in the
rock; then, a moment after, a flutter of red
from the very summit of the range was, for a
moment, visible.

The spy waited ayreasonable time and then
spurred his horse boldly down into the canyon,
following the party of couts and women; but
kee ing a safe’distance in the rear.

hen the gulch into which our friends had
passed was reached, the rufflanly-looking spy
ept on up the canyon for some little distance,
until a wash-out was reached that led toward
the ran 6.

Up the he proceeded hastily, soon coming to 5

int where he was enabled to s ring from

he gully to the surface ground; w ich, at the
foot of the range, was bowlder-strewn and in-
terspersed with clumps of cedars. Cautiously
he proceeded until nearto Dead Man’s Gulch,
reaching the pine motto which has been de-
scribed. . '

Here he dismounted quickly, and entering a
thicket led from it a horse fully eguip d for
the trail; and upon the saddle o w ich he
bound securely a stone of a hundred pounds in
weizht, or more.

This done, he remounted, and leading the
horse he had taken from the thicket, he drove
spurs, and sped back to the same wash-out up
which he had so recently made his way from

the mountain a singular signal was

the canyon.
Reachin this, be urged the horses at head-
long 3 toward the north, and away from

sardine-box City and Dead Man‘s Gulch.

 

Fifteen minutes perhaps before Lena Reynolds
entered the gulch, two rough and desperate-
lookin'g men clambered down the northwest
side of the basin, and entered the motte; keep
mg close to the side of the cliff and concealing
themselves within ten paces of the two graves.

I Both men were rough in appearance, and
their desperate and hunted loo, attested their
character.

 

They were undoubtedly outlaws, and had
jud ing from their look and manner, long led
the ives of border bandits. ,
J4“ What makes yer think this air risky biz,

m

“I doesn’t think 30—! knows hit. I hain’t
bin in Arizona, knockin’ ’roun' ’mong that rocks
fer a year, not ter know all ’bout Giant George.
He’s a double-bar’l‘d hellyun| an’ steel ain’t
made ter slash him, nor ball ter bore him.”

“‘ Hit‘s a dang’d good thing ther’Paches didn’t
out ther wind often ther woman we’re arter,
J im; er We’d ’a’ lost this hyer job, an’ we needs
‘dust' more’n ever afore, since we gut cut up
so dang’d bad Tucsonoway. Giant George be
dang’di Reckon I kin fetch him wi’ my shooter,
of he gits too rambunctious.

“Es fer thet Carlos La Grange, what air so
anxious tor cut ther Angel’s throat, I reckon
we’ll lay fer him, an’ out his’n afore he gits
clear 0’ ther range; for he must hev ther ‘ rocks,’
er he c’u’du’t cut sick 5. splurge.”

“ Dang’d of I ain‘tin wi yer on ther job, Pard
Budl_ He’s ther meanest cuss ever struck Ari-
zone, anl orter be wiped out for bein‘ sich a
dani'd coward thet he can’t do his own dirty
wor .

“But what makes ther citz o’ Sardine—bur
call this hyer woman ther Angel, I’d like ter
know?"

“ She war ther fn’st putty gal what ever
struck ther burg, an’ turned things inside out,
when she sot Giant George an' ther citz on ther
Panthers, thet hed bored her brother in this
hyar very basin.

“ Then she shoved ‘ dust' ter feed ther citz,
when nuggets war sca’ce; an’ now she hes
fetcheda mill an' furniss, ter run ther Sli -up
Mine; but, cf ther orders 0’ Cap’ Black sir er-
ried out tor-night, ther mereheenry won’t be
wo’th shacks.

f‘ ’Cordin’ ter ’greement 'tween Cap’ Black an’
this hyer Carlos La Grange, ther burg air ter
lie bulsted all up, ’oos theyis friends tar ther

nge .

“ Carlos sw’ars they must go under, but ther
dang’d or'nsry gel-loot c’n’ n‘t buck ag’in’ a
jack-rabbit hisselfl”

“ Hit’s poor biz an’ I hates tar hurt a woman,
psi-d; ’speshly when we knows sheisafa’r squar‘
gal. I doesn’t blame her fer goin’ fer them
what killed her brother. Howsomever, we-‘uns
hain't no use fer them kind 0‘ feelxn’s, when
‘dust’ air t’other side ther balance.”

At this moment, Bad the arm of the
speaker, and leaning forward, peered through
the foliage.

Both men distinctly heard the sound of boots
on the rock floor of the basin, approaching from
the direction of the gulch.

“ Now. Jim." said Bud,as he cocked his re-
volver; “if Giant George air with her, blaze
inter him when I gives ther sign. _ I ain’t a-goin’
ter be beat by ther big cuss on thls deal no sort
0’ how.” ,

“I’m ready ter play pards wi’ yer on ther
shoot, Bud, of ther cuss runs his nose this~a~
ways.”

The sound of boots drew nearer and nearer to
the motto. _

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, opposite side of the range.

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her, an’ it, without ’lowin’ her ter spit out a
yelp. E she does, ther big scout ’ll ’gi’n us a
heft tussle, an’ mebbe so wipe us out.

“ e’r’ right, Bud; but at John manages ter
lead him on ther false trail, es hes bin ’ranged,
we kin make our way ter ther cave es easy es
rollin’ OR a log. All we wants is a half-hour,
an’ we’ll leave nary show 0’ trail arter us."

Just then the horses seemed to have come to a
halt on the verge of a motto; and the next
moment the black-robed figure of Lena Rey-
nolds entered the clear space near to the grave
of her brother.

At si ht of this unexpected vision, so far
remov in appearance from an ordinary wo-
man, Bud and Jim gazed into each other’s eyes
in superstitious wonder, each clutching tightly
the arm of the other.

For quite a minute they crouched thus; then
Bud stealthin crept to the rear of the figure,
now prostrate upon the grave.

Springing forward quickly, a. gag was thrust
into her mouth, and she was raised from the
earth.

They had no resistance to subdue, however.
No bonds were needed to secure their frail cap-
tive, for the sudden shock had overpowered her
wearydbrain, and she lay senseless in the arms
of Bu .

In five minutes both men, with their black-
robed burden, were hurrying toward the heart
of the range, leaving neither trace nor trail to
show to those who ad loved her as their own
livifs, where the Angel of the Range had been
ta en.

No human beings had ever been known to
pitch tent or encamp in the barren spot on the
Not even the fierce
Apache, when not hunted, had ever been known
to retreat to the spot where Bad and Jim hur—
ried with their captive. '

Naught but rough, broken rocks, hemmed in

by adamantine walls, that towered Skyward,
rent by deep fissures, with here and there a
‘utting crag, avoided even by the “ big-horn,"
hat found no browsing-place except upon the
opposite side of the range; such was the spot to
which the two outlaws now hastened; and the
secret of their knowledge of the place was soon
revealed. For, at a low whistle from Bud, an
Indian, of a most re iilsive and murderous
look, sprung with a and “Waugh” from a
rocky cleft, and confronted them.

His long black hair was thrust back from his
forehead, and a dirty red kerchief, bound tight-
ly, held the same in lace. .

A short bow an a quiver of arrows were
held at his back by a strip of beaded buckskin.

A more fiendish looking human being could
not be produced; and his character was pro—
bany more fiendish than his appearance.

His make of arms and general build pro-
claimed him an Apache—probably a renegade
from his tribe. '

“Good boy, Satan l” said Bud, with relief.
“Lead on ter ther hole; for I sw’ar I dossn’t

b‘lleve I c’u‘d find hit ef I hunted a month 0’

Sundays.

“ Jim, take herl I swan ter cristy, I’m plum
broke up comin‘ thro h ther rocks.”

The Indian W in is tracks; a look of won-

 

der upon his hideous face, stri as it was with
parallel streaks of psum an vermilion.

"I’ll take her, ud,” said Jim, reluctantly;
“but I’ll own thet I never ’spects ter hev
another streak o’ luck arter this hyer scrape. I
wish’t I hedn’t ’a’ gone inter hit. Ef I doesn’t
lay fer thet States cuss what sot us onto hit, I
hopes ter never slash another mail-bag!”

With these words, Jim took Lena in his
arms, she being still unconscious, and Bud
shook himself, as it with great relief.

The Apache then pointed to the captive,

ying:

“ Heap had medicinel”

“Dang’d ef yer ain’t right, Satan. But lead
3n; we want to get her off our hands,” said

mm.

The Indian, with a light, springy step, led the
outlaws, by many a winding way, amid the
bowlders, and along the foot of the range. He
then sprung upward for some distance on the
mountain side; when, turning an abrupt bend
within awinding fissure, they all entered an
arched passage, soon emerging into a cave
chamber.

From this they passed into another, smaller in
extent, the floor of which was covered with
robes. A couch, rough tables, and benches
being scattered here and there about the apart-
men .

As they entered, Jim placed the still insensible
form of their unhappy captive upon the C! uch
and the same instant, a youn man of dissipated
appearance, With a flushed ace and flashy at-
tire, reeled into the cave chamber, and re a
yell of mingled exultation, relief, and triumph,
as he recognized Lena Re holds:

Staggering into the mi die of the apartment,
after one glance at the face of Lena, he thrust
his hands into his pockets, jerked them forth full
of gold eagles and threw them high in the air
toward Jim, find, and the Indian.

Then, giving another‘ yell, he strove for a
moment to keep his standing position, stag-
gering right and left, back and forth, but in
vain.

The next moment he fell prostrate u n the
floor, and there lay in drunken inseusibi ity.

Again the Indian’s arm was raised, his finger
pointing first at the prostrate man, and then at
the Angel of the Range. as he uttered, in a sig
nificant manner:

“ Heap bad medicine I” , 1

CHAPTER VII.
BECOMING CONVIVIAL.

TEE “ Terrautaler o’ Taos” was forced to
thrust the brim of his sombrero into his mouth
to smother the laughter that conqu his burly
frame, as the landlord of the “ Nu get " went
flying over the bar, and over him as he lay
crouched on the floor. .

When the victim of his cowardly and danger-
ous practical joke landed in the street however,
and rolled in the dirt, and the Tarantula began
to realize that the shrieks of Hank/couldbeheerd
from afar, he ran quickly out, gra his vic-
tim in his arms, returned, and spate him on the
end of the counter, leaning him against the front
slabs of the room.

He strove to speak, but only a gurgling and

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rattling in his throat, and a spasmodic contrac-
tion of his face was the result of the attempt.

“ Dang my cast-iron heart i” said the Taran-
tula, assuming an air of sympathy and pity,
which was ludicrous in the extreme. “ What’s
ther matter wi’ yer pard? Dons yer git sich
tits often? Ef yer, does, I’d ’vise yer ter hev
somebody roun’ tor take hear 0’ yer. Ef I
hadn’t ‘a’ glided this-a-wuy, you’d made a clean
jump inter kingdom come, without makin’ yer
will er sayin’ ‘ so-long’ ter yer fricn's.

“ it seems ter me that yc’r‘ u ormighty small
specimun of a human ter run a burg o’ ther size
0 Sardine-box City nil ('rlonc. Whar in thin»
derution air ther ‘ citz’ 0' this one—boss locate?

“ Howsomever, I kin wait fer an explain on-
til yer annertommercal ’rungements gits buck
ter nat'ral biz. Don‘t wag yer tongue ontii yer
heart begins tor go pitty-put, like a cat lnppin’
milk.”

The landlord then, leaned forward. and threw
his legs over the counter, bracing himself with
both hands upon it; meanwhile gazing in a per-
plexed manner at the man before him, whom he
did not remember ever havingr soon before.

“ Doesn't s’pose yer cvm- (ixad yor pcepors on
for my ‘Pollo like 'ustcrmy afore,” said the
Tarantula, straight'min; himsoif proudly.

“ Howsomover, I’m thnr pilgrim thet kin spit
out your cog ’thout scratchin’ my brain—box, un’
of I ain’t mistook, ye’r’ Hunk Holhrookl"

The little black eyes of the landlord expressed
surprise and pleasure, as be extended his hand,
which was grasped quickly by his guest, and so
violently s aken that he was jerked from the
counter to the floor; a. grimaco of pain contort—
ing his red and bloated features, as he cried out:

“ Hold on, stranger! Dang my cats, ef yer
hes gut in iron heart. I wants yer ter undercom-
stan’ thet my hand air Simon-pure meat an‘
bone an’ hlecd: ’sides, I doesn‘t keer tor be shov—
ed roun’ much, fer I’m shaky jist now. My
pegs is all loose, an’ I’m not jist squar’ in my
thinkiu’-box.

“ Whar in thunderation did yer come from.

an’ what’s bm ther difficult wi‘ mo? Dang’d of
I didn’t go ter sleep, an’ wake up whar I c’u’d
take a double-herded affordavy that I smelled
brimstone an’ see’d thcr hlazc. What war I
a‘doin’ when yer fu‘st ’roved in this hyer
burg?”
“ or war a-tryin‘ ormighty hard tar dig yer
own grave, out in thcr street yonder,” answered
the Tarantula, with a loud laugh. “ I’ll swlsr
I never see’d a human scratch gravel livelier.
Hit war es good es a circus —dnng’d of it \vurn’ti
Reckon heart disease er ’p-crplexy must run in
yer famerly, doesn’t hit?”

“ Nary a apperplexy,” said Hank. “ I reckon
hit’s a. ieetle too hefty n surply o’ whisk’ tin-t
run down my errigatin" pipe. I’m n 010 fool,
an' I has come (lung'd nigh skippin‘ over ther
divide. "

“ What's yer cog, stronger? Whnr did yer
’rove from? An’ whar air ynr a—p’intin’?”

“ Don’t ax tew many questions ter onc’t. I’m
a cellerbrated border hero, I am. I come from
tip-range, 311' I’m p’inted down furder ef this
hyer burg don't pan out ter suit me.

“ I'm a high-fly promernader 0’ ther perrurers
m‘ megnderer o’ ther mountings, I takcs my

 

see-estars On the peaks, ’bove ther flip-flap of a
buzzard's Wing. I’m a roarin’rager an' a. terror
wnen I gits on a jinn-jam glide, an’ hes ther con-
tract fer sturtin’ stiff-yards fer every burg
what’s slapped up on thor range.

“Jist listen tcr ther ding-dong o’ my iron
heart. I’m ther Terrantuler 0’ Taos, a terror
ter tenderhuffs, a bad bird on bufller, and a
perforator o’ pilgrims that perumberlatcs over
my errater patch.

“ I’m ther Terrantaler what never lcst a leg.
My breath air p’ison an’ I war hatched With u
full set 0’ grinders, thet kin crunch up quartzes
speedy an’ es fine es any mersheen on ther range.
When I strike a. pay lead 1 doesn’t hev ter lay
roun’ fer capital tcr start biz, but I goes right
straight ter chawin’ nn’ shippin’ ore.

“ I pards wi’ nobudd ’ceptin’ when I’m float-
in’ ’bout arter fluids. het ’minds Inc—Hank,
slide ’cm out ag’ini Hit’s my treat, an’ that’s
ther yullcr rocks ter liquerdate fer ther light-
nin‘ liquid.

“Whoop er-np! Whoop er-eve-el

“ Hycr I uirl Gaze et me! Hyur’s the Ter-
rantalcr 0’ Thus on a jim-jamboree!”

As the ho] y rattled off this extravagant ha—
rungue, at times hrin ing his huge fist down on
the bar with a slum t at caused the decanters
on the shelf beyond to tremble, as well as the
nervous landlord, the bead-like eyes of the lat-
ter expressed much astonishment and admira-
tion, mingled with no little apprehension.

This highly gratified the brazgart and caused
him to “cotton” to Hank, who, if he had any
doubts in regard to his guest bei a “ great
border hero," had them soon dispeled by the
display of a handful of twenty-dollar gold-
pieces, which the giant slapped down ostenta-
tiously on t 19 bar.

“ Dang‘d of I ain’t ormighty tickled fer hev yer
run in on us," said Hunk. with emphasis, as he
again extended his hand for a fresh shake.

“ I doesn’t jist now reckermember 0’ hesrin‘
tell on yer, though I s’ I hes. Yer see I’m
purty well broke up, rom bein’ tuck by ther
cussed ’Paches, an’ my reg’isr whisk’ cut off.
Ef hit hadn’t ’a’ bin for Giant George Pd ‘a‘ bin
tortur’d, an’ so would my ole woman. '

“Thet makes me think thet ye‘r‘ ’bout ther
some heft nn’ hight cs Geor e. Yer‘d make a.
tough ole pa’r o’ pnrds fer a ig party ter buck
ug’in’ of yer’d bull] git started tergether.

“ Reckon yer knows George—ther Bald Head-
ed Eagle 0’ thor Rockies—everybuddy purty
nigh. ddwn un‘ up ran 9, knows him.

“ Ye-ns, I hes beer 0’ him,” said the bully,
his face suddenly ex ressing anxiety. “ Becknn
he ain't ’bout these i gin’s now, air he?”

“ Ho’s up et Dead an’s Gulch Wi’ Arizona
Jack, nn’ ther Angel. 811’ some other kuliker-
kivored humans; but I’m ’spectin‘ 'em tar-night.
I’ll intordnck ver when he ’roves.”

“ Dung my iron heurti" said the Tarantula;
“ hit‘s lucky thot l skuted this-mway from
Chico City, wbnr I hed bin runnin’ ther burg fer
awhile. I’m glad ter git a show for run ag'in'
that Giant George.”

Althtiugh the braggart thus spoke, he re.
solved to “ Skill the town " balm"! the arrival of
the celebrated scout, who well knew his char.
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But the liquor had to a certain extent blunted
his judgment and also his dread of meeting
George, or he would have left Sardine-box City
without delay.

“Whar in thunderation air ther citz 0’ this
lure burg?" he asked, as they again clicked
glosses. “I thought, dead sure, when l‘just
’roved, ther town bed bu‘sted.”

“Dang my thick head! I orter’a’tole yer
afore,” said Hank. “Yer see, ther Slip—up
Mine hain’t never bin wo’th a tinlrer’s cuss since
ther shaf’. war sunk, because thar warn’t dust
enough in ther hull burg ter pay for a crusher,
an' furnisses, sn’ sich. We-’uns war nigh bu'st.
ed—bet yer life!

“ But Giant George an’ ther Angel ’rcved jist
in time ter saye us an’ thcr burg, for they
brunged ’long all ther mersheenery for tbcr
Slip-up. Thet air three days back, an’ {her hull
burg hes bin on a jim-jamboree ever since; this
sun-up beiu’ therfu'st time anybuddy c’u'd git
down ter any sense.

“They hes all gone now ter unlcad ther
wagons, takin’ a John demy o’ whisk’ ’long her
lubercate tha’r in’ards an’ keep snakes from
hatchin’ in tha’r bums”,

Thus did the Tarantula and Hank Holbrook
converse—one or the other treatin every few
minutes, until both Were prostrate . Then the
giant crawled in brhind the bar, and claspng
Bank in his arms, the two fell together into a
deathlike slumber upon the floor.

CHAPTER VIII.
-~nxc1rnnnnr AMONG THE “ orrz.”

THE 811' —up Mine. as has been mentioned, was
about ha I a mile from the street of Sardine-
box City, and the discovery of the v: in of gold-
benring uartz alone had prevented the depop-
ulatiou o the little town. '

Some of the citizens had also been fortunate
in their search for “pocket ” deposits, but they
dared not venture, or fear of the marauding
A ches.
l‘hese, although prevented from leaving the
burg, had no great Inclination to do so, as, from
frequent battling against common dangers and
priveitions, they had become, so to speak, one

ami y.

Lena Reynolds had by her generosity, en-
abled the “ citz” to ho d together; for. previous
to her departure from the place after her mar-
riage wit Mr. Reynolds, she hadvsuppiied them
with liberal donations from the treasure leit by
her murdered brother.

All had been equally anxious to serve and
save her from the power of the bandits, and
some had lost their lives in her rescue. She had,
therefore, enjoined upon those whom she left
behind when she returned to the “ States,” that
they should hold together until she should be
able to develop the Slip-up Mine.

Matters being in this condition. it was no
wonder that w on Giant George returned, all,
supposing that he had brought news of the mill
and turnaces, went wild with Joy. Nor, that
they also went wild with grief, when they
learned that their benefactress had been in the
coach which they had drawn down to the (“air
yon, and which had been rifled by the Apaches.

No men were ever more desperately deter-

 

mined to battle to the death than the “citz,”

when they started on tho rtH'lw. In this they
had succeeded but lour d:in puvmus to the
opening of this narruuw.

The arrival of the wagon-train, u ith 0120 long—
covcted furnaces and mill, which lanmised
prosperity to all, had caused the “citz,” as

Iank Holbrook expressed it, “ tcr b'ile over wi’
pure glad an‘ tcr cellerbrute by gittin’ drunk as
b’iled on ls.”

This celebration had lasted three days and
nights, during which Sardine~box City had been
turned into a pandemonium. The women had
taken up tl-eir quarters at the bOulder near the
canyon during this time on a picnic by them-
selves, having been drawn there in a wagon.
fully provisioned, Mai-m Holbrook taking
charge of the culinary department.

Upon the fourth morning, however—which
was the commencement of our tale—the wagons
had hitched up, and with feeble c1.eers, for all
had yelled themselves hoarse, the train pro-
ceeded to the Slip—up Mine, at the foot of the
rangc, with great difficulty, much labor being
required to clear the way. .

It was in the middle of the forenoon when the
wagons reached the point where the various
machinery was to be unloaded at the mouth of
a shaft which had been excavated by most
laborious hand-drilling and blastin .

The course traveled led up a Wlld gorge, its
sides rough and broken: the same making an
abrupt bend at the footjof the mountains, form-
ing a huge basin, the shaft being on the north
side, and at the very base of the towering
ridge.

The sides of this huge natural excavation
were fifty feet high, at all points except at the
opening at the west, and the mountainside; all
being rough, craggy and broken, and almost in-
accessible, to ascend or descend, being at the
risk of limb, if not of life.

Tho bcd of the basin was comparatively level.
and of not more than a half-acre in extent.

Here .a busy Scene was presented when the
train arrived; the wagons being left as far as
possible from each other, and the oxen de-
tached, and allowed to roam, still in yoke, down
the gorge.

There were some thirty red and blue-shirted
miners, all told; each armed, and wearing the
inevitable wide-brimmed sombrero of the South-
west. Their faces were as joyous as those
of any crowd of men ever congregated together;
for Tom J ones. the Sheriff of Sudine—box City.
and superintendent of the mine, as well as gene-
ral ‘eader in everything at the burg, had called
all hands, at what he deemed the proper time,
and dealt out a reasonable amount of whisky
to each. This, he thought was necessary to
counteract the demoralizing of their stomachs,
consequent upon the indulgence of the three
days previous. '

When the oxen were clear of the basin, all set
at work with a will to unload and place in se-
cure nositions the various castings and machin-
cry for the working of the mine; and as no
shrds had as yet been built, under which these
valuables could be placed, the tilts of the
wagons were removed, and placed over each
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ing night—the intention being to erect sheds on
the following day.

The “citz ’ had passed so many trials, hard-
ships, actual want, and deadly danger of the In-
dians and outlaws since the settlement of the
town—battling successfully with all, and having
onlyafow days before almost annihilated the
band of Apaches under the celebrated chief, El
Orso, that they dreamed not of any present
danger—in fact, it seemed impossible that any-
thing‘ could now occur to mar their present se-
curity. Both outlaws and Indians had been, as
Tom Jones expressed it, “ wiped out slick and
clean.” ,

Not that they supposed they would be exempt
from danger in the days to come; for Arizona
swarmed with hostile bands of red-men, and
almost as desperate and merciless white out-

we.

But disaster and danger had so long been their
portion—they having been almost continuously

ghting against both, they imagined now that
they had banished all—and, to crown every-
thiu , the “ Angel” of the burg was with them,
and brought with her all that they had hop-
ed and longed for.

They were, therefore, certainly justified in
supposing that they would, for a time at least,
be'free from all outside hostile interference, and
could go on uninterrupted. with the one grand
object of their ambition, to wit: the rigging up
into working order of the Slip-up Mine.

The old name still clung to the shaft, regard-
less of all attempts to call it otherwise.

And such was the general state of feeling.

It was almost night when the last wagon was
stripped of tilt, and the unlading of the same
commenced, Tom Jones yelling in a cheery voice
as the work went on:

“Whoop-er-up, boyeesl I We’ll soon hev this
hyer schooner stripped, an’ then we’ll empty
ther J ohn—demy, and glide fer ther Nugget ter
raise a'leetle rumpus with 'Giaut George; fer I
rgckgn he's got back from Dead Man’s Gulch by
t is.

A faint cheer arose at this from the weary
miners. They set to work with a will; but, in a
few moments, all stopped at once, sprung erect,
and %azed open-mouthed toward the entrance of
the asin—their faces -‘ expressing the utmost
amazement and apprehension.

“ Dog my catsl’ exclaimed the sheriff, in the
most intense sur rise, “what ther dickens air
up down ther gu ch?"

‘ And well might he ask the question, although
the next instant he interpreted the sounds
aright, as did they all, and sprung into the
wagons for safetg.

An indescriba le din now filled the air, the
oxen, with their yokes still upon them, rushing
into the opening in a wild stampede.

“Jump, be see! Run fer ther rocks, er we’re
mashed to ‘91 1 Run fer yer lives!”

Thus ye Tom Jones, and his order was
quickly’ obeyed; indeed, many realized the dan-

‘r be ore bespoke. But before the mass of fly-

g miners had crossed half the distance between
the wagons and the base of the mountain that
promised them safety, the crack of rifles sound—
ed iii-their ears, and, four of their number fell,
With loud cries of agony, in their tracks.

 

All new halted, in a dazed condition, but the
overwhelming mass of maddened hrutes in their
rear, caused them to dash on ward and leave
their fallen comrades to their fate.

On dashed the avalanche of terrified beasts,
surging against each other, and allowing no
hesitation in front; grinding as they went, the
miners who had been shot, from all semblance
of humanity.

As Tom Jones and the “ citz " stood behind huge
bowlders near the shaft, speechless with horror,
again rung the sharp crack of rifles from some
unseen marksman, echoing from cleft to cleft,
and from crag to crag, and three more hardy
sons of the mountains threw up their arms, and
sunk with heavy groans upon the rocks.

“ Come on, boyees!” cried Tom. “ Git fer
ther shaft! Ther cussed cowards hes that dead-
wood on us hyer, whoever they bees. May I
never meet my ole marm over ther divide,
ef I doesn’t hunt ther hellyuns what shot our
pards. I’ll hunt 'em tor ther eend 0’ this hyer
yearthl"

Horrified and mystified beyond expression
unable to articulate a ’word in the dread the.
ruled them, the crowd of miners hastily sprung
for the shaft of the Slip-u , and gained a posi-
tion of safety, just as t e stampedin oxen.
rushed back, down the gorge, striving in nzied
efforts todrag alon with them their maimed
mates, unable to we or stand, and that were
still yoked to them. /-

For fully half an hour, Tom Jones and the
“ citz ” remained in the shaft, until the shadows
of night euvelo the basin: none, not even the
sheriff, being a le to understand the origin of
this new and terrible calamity that had fallen
upon them.

The character and color of the mysterious
marksmen, it was beyond their comprehension
to decide; but there were none who did not
register a terrible and binding oath, to trace
out the cowardly assassins, hunt them to the
earth, and consign them to a fearful and igno-
minious death. «

But, as the shades of nightfall all became im-
patient, and Tom Jones led the way out from
the basin and down the gulch.

N o thought now of the Slip-up Mine.

No thought now of the furnaces and other ma-
chinery, now doubtless broken and worthless,
by the boots of the maddened animals.

No thought of gold or gain of hunger or rest
—-naught but revenge stirred the souls of the
surviving miners.

“ Come on, hoyeesl” again yelled Tom Jones.
“Come on! ther hell uns gut ther deadwood
on us, but we’ll kerra ’em yet. Come on fer
ther burg, an’ our rifles!”

CHAPTER IX.
MARK nomaoox’s DISCOVERY.

THE landlady of the Nugget Hotel was the
mother of the burg. as Hank proudly expressed
it “the fu’st female woman that ever struck
ther locate.”

She had a habit of smoothing her hair, first
with the palm of one hand and then with that
of the other, while in conversation. This
seemed to assist her in expressing herself; as
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in her calico apron, a vestment which extended
to within a couple of inches of the terminus of
the skirt.

This garment was exchanged for a spotless
white one with a linen collar about her neck,
when kitchen duties were through with for the

‘ da .
fiarm Holbrook was a pleasant body to look

upon, and reminded many a young miner of his
mother, far away on the old farm in the
“ States."

It was several hours revious to the entree of
the “Terrantsler 0’ we” into Sardine-box
Cit , and but a short time after the departure
of nut George, Arizona Jack, and the women
to visit the grave of Sam Lawrence at Den
Man’s Gulch, that the good landlady ut the
finishing touches to her kitchen wor , and
was about to ascend the stairs, and tidy up the
apartments of her female guests; especial] the
one occupied by Lena, and which she call her
“ hestest room."

Never had Marm Holbrook been happier, and
more contented with her lot on the wild bor-
der, than since her rescue from the Apaches.
Her jo originated as much from having again
met wi h Lena Reynolds, as from her rescue.

The worthy hostess looked with veneration
upon every thing that belon ed to Lens; and
the chamber of “ ther Angel ’ she considered a.
consecrated room.

Not once since the return of Mrs. Reynolds
had Marm Holbrook tered Bank in ard
to “ levanting back exas—wa ,” as had een
her wont; for the company of t e “ Angel” was
all that was necessa to make the world seem
bright to the mother y and simple-minded wo-
man. And this, although the wars in a por-
tion of the world that was ('1 led with deadly
perils, and far from being a Paradise.

Marin Holhrook and Lena Reynolds were the
u omen of all women to the “ citz” of the burg
and were closely connected with the history 0
the town.

As we have said, Marm Holbrook was through
with her kitchenvwork, and taking a look
around her neatly arranged culinary depart-
ment with much satisfaction, she ste ped quick-
ly tothe bar—room door, and open it slowly,
resolved toascertain the cause of the silence
that now reigned there.

Not a soul was to be seen in the room; but a
familiar swine-like snorin indicatedthe res-
ence of her better-half beh d the bar; a she
adVanced to the end of the counter, and peering
around it. discovered Bank in the same cond -
tion as the Tarantula had found him.

Shaking her list at the sleeping man, she
muttered:

“ Dog-gone yer, Hank Holbrookl Yer leetle,
sneakin’, insignifercant, puserlanimous, good-
fer-nothin’ whisk'-suclrerl I must say, though
I’m a meetin’-house woman, an" should love my
enemies, I must say that I e‘ena’most hate yer.
Yer hes drs ged me clean from Texas-way,
which war hitsell' a tough hole ter locate inter,
tar ther foot-hills an’ howlders o’ ther Rocky
Mountains; an’ new ye’re a-ponrin‘ all our
wealth down yer throat When yer skips outen
this world, hit’ll be a l vely time: an’ at I ain’t
much mistook, yer'll help ter make ther music.

,her head covered, and

 

“Yer’ll linger here-a-ways though, I reckon,
ontil all ther p’ison air gone, an' thar won’t be
enough left in ther Nugget ter my fer a pa’r o'
bulls an’ a Mex’ cart, fer me ter levant with
back Texas-way.

“Howsomever, thar’s one conserlation, er I
know I sh’u’d go plum craz ' an’ thet air ther
Angel. She won‘t see Mann olhrook want fer
nothin', long es she hangs out in this triberlous
world.

“With these words, her features expressing
extreme disguist, Marin Holbrook left the bar-
room, slowly keeping step with Hank’s snore,
and mounted the stairs to the “bestest room.”

So infuriated was the excellent landlandy at
finding her better-half in such a beastly state,
after he had solemnly sworn that he would
“ taper ofl outen respect for ther Angel 0’ Pen-
arlayno Range,” that she kept on in er dnti
still muttering to herself, and heard nothing 0
the entrance of the Tarantula. The first thing

that startled her from her reverie was an un-

earthly yell from Bank.

Stepping to the window, Marni Holbrcok
gazed out and below, diabovering Hank rolling
n the street, and tearing at the earth, as if in a
terrible flt.

Back she dashed, and threw herself on “ ther
bestest bed," covering her face in her hands,

in be less agony.
“ ist ez I s‘ ,” she groaned: “ Hank’s gut
’em ag’in! e must be as iron man ter hev had

’em so many times, an’ still linger in Arizona
Hit makes me as sick es s yeller dog ter look et

him.

” Ef he starts ter come up ther sta’rs, I’ll hove
ther hull o’ ther furnitur’ down on him
’oeptin'_what’s in ther bestset room. Oh, my! 0h!
Lordy me! E! ther Angel sh’u’d faint dead
away, outen pure shame i” '

Thus, for a long time lay Marm Holhrook,

hearing nothing of the
conversation that ensued between Hank and the
Tarantula.

At last. the utter death-like stillness,so un-
usual in the Nugget, again alarmed Marm Hol-
hroak, and she sprung to her feet, listening in-

en y.

“ Dang’d ef he ain’t gone dead this tri , sure
an’ sart’in !” she said to herself, in a hoarse
whisper.

“ I do declar’ I shill faint! I shill die hyer, all
erlone—I’m dead sure on hit, fer I can’t breathe
nat’ral. I ist. know Hank wouldn‘t shet his
yell trap ef e hed an life left. I wished I bed
gone with ther Ange . an’ George, an’ t'others.
ef I did hev ter meander ’mon ther bowlders
au’ slob—dang my back ha’r ef doesn’t!

“ He war a good-hearted soul anywa ,I an’
always war easy-like Wl’ me, though Id r’ar
up, an’ b‘ile over purty often an sling some
purty peppe ’Nited States et him. Hevins an’
’arthl How’ l I git erlong without him! I shill
die—I know I shill—sn’ whar’ll I go tew “when I
dew! Not hevin’hin inside 0’ a meetin’-house
in a hefty run of moons, I really doesn’t b’lieve
I kin say over ther shortest hymn I ever l’arned,
an‘lain’t a-goin’ ter try, fer at I can’t hit’ll
work me u a heap more. I’m a-quiverin' all
over, an’ hev a conniption fit, el’ Ilingers

 

 

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h er. Hit’s wuss ter think than ter see; so I’ll
g ids down an’ ’vestergate ef hit kills me!”
Silently Max-m Holbrook stole across the room,
and descended the stairs as if. treading on eggs,
every creak of the boards causing her to trem-

e.
Cautiously she opened the bar-room door her
eyes bulging, expecting some horrible sight to
burst into view, but not a human being dead or
alive, was in sight.

Listening for an instant, her face suddenly
chan ed its expression, great relief, however,
met a: back into the disgust and indignation
that had ruled her on her previous visit to the
bar; for a sound struck her ears, unmistakably
.a snore, or a continuous series of them, so blen -
'ed together as to sound extremely peculiar.

Steppinfiwith reat care, her form half bent
forward, arm olbrook reached out her hand,
and, grasping the end of the counter, drew her-
self along and peeped behind the bar, To her
horror and amazement, she beheld the out
stretched form of a gi antic man,.with bruised
and bloated features t at were hideous to look
upon; his clothing torn and soiled, his hair and
board unkempt and tangled.

The eyes of this stranger were closed, his huge
mouth was'wide open and giving out beastlike
shores, and his broad breast was rising and fall-
ing spasmodically, as it dread dreams ruled his
heavy slumbers.

This picture Marm Holbrook saw, and nothing
else, for Hank was shielded from her View”?
the counter. For an instant thelandlad gs ,
with mouth agape and eyes staring wit aston-
ishment.

Then the Tarantula threw one arm wildly in
air, as his dreams became more exciting, and
Marm Holbrook gave a piercing shriek and
ran as she had never before run, gathering her
scanty skirts upward to enable er to bound
more rapidly.

Her back hair became freed from its usual

_ prim condition and flew wildly behind, as
thro‘u h the kitchen and out at the door she sped,
direct y to the stone bake oven in the ard at
the door of the Nugget. Into this she anched
herself head-foremost and disappeared from
View.

 

CHAPTER X.
IN A TRAP.

To describe the anguish of Giant George,

as he clutched the pine boughs and crushed
them in his iron grasp, while he stared upon
the crumpled grass that grew upon the
graves of Sam Lawrence and poor Terrif
would be impossible. ,

Only a few days previous he had rescued
the “ Angel " from the clutches of the mer-
ciless Apaches, and but a little more than
three months before she had’been abducted
from this very spot by a gang of outlaws.

El Capltan, her brother’s murderer, who
had ruined her father. and alienated her
lover from her,had sworn to crush her.
'Ijhrongh his spies he had learned of her ar-
rival in Sardine-box City, on a visit to her

 

brother’s grave, and with a purpose of aveng-
ingrhim.

his knowledge caused the bandit chief to
seta watch on the grave, and while Giant
George was within the basin, keeping at a
distance out of respect for her grief, she had
been spirited away.

He had saved her then. and her long alien-
ated lover had taken a part in the fierce fi ht
in which El Capitan, otherwise Edward il~
IOughby, was killed.

And now, after all whom she cared for
had been snatched from her by the merciless
hand of death, and she had returned to Ari~
zona. to be near her brother’s grave, and to
befriend those who had fought for her to the
death—now that George had brought her
back, not dreaming that further danger or
trouble could be in her Way, she had vanished
without a word or cry, stolen from her
brother’s grave a second time.

Since Lena’s rescue from the Apaches she
had never seemed like herself—~the hand of
death appeared to have been laid upon her.

Her face, so pale, yet more beautiful than
ever, seemed to speak more of another
world than this.

To the giant scout she always seemed to be
different, to be far above other mortals.

Arizona J ack, who had sto ed to quiet
and reassure Warnitta and R'lhrietm, was
dumfoundsd at their assertion that Lena
Reynolds had disappeared. He now entered
the motto, close followed by the weeping
women.

Advancing, and placing a hand upon the
shoulder of Giant George, he said, in a low
and s mpathetic voice:

“ ome, Pard George! it is no time for
meditation. We might as well look facts in
the face. It is very evident that misery and
danger are plants that thrive wonderfully,
and grow thick around Sardine-box City.

“ Lena Reynolds was born under an un-
lucky star—that is evident—but let us hope
that we shall be enabled to get her out of this
fix, as we did before, when there seemed not
the slightest hope.”

The giant scout took the hand of Jack,
but was unable to articulate a word. He
looked inquiringly at the weeping women
beyond.

“ Indeed, Senor George,” said Marietta.
“we know nothin in regard to our dear
Lena. We steppe at the margin of the
pines until we thought she had been long
enough by herself, and then we came here,
but she was one. Where can she be?”

Warnitta t rew herself upon the ground in
prayer.

“ Come. come, George, let us go to work.
She must be found. Some fiend in human
shape has been here. Study the ‘sign,’ Old

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paid, and we‘ll follow it up, and neither eat
nor sleep until she is safe.”

At these words the giant scout straight?

ened himself erect, and said in tremulous
tones:

“Onc’t my faith in ther Lord ’bout gi‘n
out, when ther ’Paches tuck her; but I ’gins
ter think thet He ain’t ’sponser‘ble fer what
humans er onhumans does arter He puts ’em
hyer. His ways kinder flustercates me; but
1 hopes, of He does control human critters,
thet He’ll keep her from sufierin’ an’ misery
this time. -

“ I hes tried ter be squar’ an’ white all er-
long, an’ I hopes He’ll gi’n me another show
ter snatch her from danger an’ death.”

During these words of Giant George, Jack
had removed his sombrero, and preserved at
prayerful mien, while Marietta threw herself
upon her knees by her mother. Soon the
huge scout’s manner changed like a flash of
light. A stern, revengeful determination
settled upon his face, and every nerve, and
gesture betra ed the firm resolution and in~
domitable wi l for which he was so famed.
Giant George was himself again.

Throwing himself upon the grave, at the
same time givinga gesture of caution, and
a silent command by look and wave of hand,
that all should remain as they were, he began
to examine each imprint and bunch of bruised
grass, as well as the disarranf'ed pine needles
around the cave, eventual? reaching the
thick clump where Bud and im had lain in
wait for their captive.

. At once he sprung to his feet, exclaim-
mg:

“ Pard Jack, ther hellyuns hes gut her,
dead sure an’ sart’in!”

“White or red?" asked Arizona Jack.

“ White faces, but black hearts, an’ I’ll tear
’em out, er I’m a liar!"

“ What white men can there be around
here who would do such a deed?”

" They hesn’t been hyer more‘n a week,
an’ I reckon they come from 'Grandee
ways.”

“ How in the name of wonder do you as
certain that?” .

" They w‘ars Mex’ shoes," was the laconic
reply, as the giant scout proceeded to follow
up the trail to the wall of the basin, where
all signs ceased.

He then proceeded to ascertain if the ab-
ductors had gone west, by examining the
ground from the base of the range directly
south and toward the canyon.

There he discovered the trail of the two
horses, one of which had been ridden by the
bandit spy, the other, with the loaded saddle,
led by him.

The plain “ sign ” left in the thicket where
the single horse had been secured was also

 

found; but, as this evidence was so conclu-
sive and plain, the scout did not waste. time
in ascertaining if one or two animals had
been left there—the almost positive supposi-
tion hein that there had been two, and that
Lena ha been carried away upon one of
them.

Bastily running alon the trail for some
distance, until it pointe down the wash-out
toward the canyon, Giant George bounded
back to the- basin, on the bank of which
stood Arizona Jack.

“Jump yer critter, an’ take keer o’ ther
weemin in ther canyon! Thar’s only one
hellyun thet’s gut ther Angel, an’ I kin ker-
ral him, an‘ save her in an hour."

Thus yelled George, as he ran toward the
head of the gulch where the horses had been
left, sprun upon his steed, and spurred
down the ark depths toward the canyon,
regardless of the protestations of Jack, who,
much to his chagrin, was forced to remain.

Hastin placing the weeping women upon
their horses, and leading the animal of Lena
Reynolds, Jack rode on to the canyon, deter-
mined to guard and guide Warnitta and Ma-
rietta to within a safe distance of Sardine—
box City, and then return and overtake his

or .
p The latter dashed up the canyon at head-
long speed, alone; soon reaching the point
where the wash-out entered the .same! Here
he discovered the trail of the two horses,
which led u the vast chasm toward the
northwest; t e point at which, four days
previous, he and the “citz” had engaged in
a fierce fi ht with the Apaches, and saved
Lens and fiarietta from a fate far worse than
death.

0n dashed the giant scout, his ea le glance
bent ahead, now and then azing ownward
along the sandde of t e canyon to re-
assure himself that the trail still led as he
was galloping.

Some five miles had been passed over, and
he neared the scene of the recent fierce fight
with the Apaches under El Orso, when, as
he was passing over a. space of soft sand, '
which gave out no sound from the fast-flying
boots 0 his horse, his keen ear detected a
sound that caused him to jerk his steed to its
haunches, and listen intently.

There could be no mistake. The fierce
and exultant yells of the Apaches sounded
clearly from the direction of the range, and I
the heart of the brave scout sprung to his
throat, his brain reeled, and he came hear
falling from his horse. He now realized
that, in all probability, the “Angel” was
again in the power of the ruthless savages;
and he, alone and unaided, could not rescue
her. except under cover of night. _ .

He knew that it had not been Indians that

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had stolen Lena from the basin; but he rea-
soned that the outlaw whites who had ab-
ducted her, had been, together with herself,
captured by the vengeful few of the Apache
war—party, who perhaps had been forced to
remain in the vicinity of their recent defeat
on account of their wounds, or their wound-
ed comrades.

Quickly dashing up a small wash-out that
led toward the range from the canyon, the
giant scout secreted his horse, and proceeded
stealthin on foot.

No other mortal on earth could. by their
jeopardy or influence, cause him for a. mo-
ment to lose one iota of self-possession in
such a case, or cause him to hesitate when
the course was plain before him.

But so attached had he become to Lena
Reynolds, and such was his sympathy for
her, in her deep and manifold afflictions, that
his great heart was filled to bursting, and his
brain was benumbed by this new and totally
unexpected predicament and danger that had
come upon her, when her physical condition
was such that she ought not to have buen out
of her room.

With six-shooter clutched tightly in hand,
and his senses strained to catch every sight
or sound, on stole Giant George, like a pan—
ther creeping upon its prey.

Soon the fierce whoops and yells were
close at hand.

With his very soul in his eyes, the huge
scout crept into a dense thicket, on the very
verge of the basin, when a strange and terri-
ble sight presented itself, for which, however,
he was partly prepared.

He had for some time realized that the
sounds were made by squaws, and he knew
that they were the women of the slain
Apaches, who had lingered behind when their
lords had met death. perhaps with the hope
of getting an opportunity for revenge, or un-
willing to return to another branch of the
tribe. ,

From the time that Giant George satisfied
himself that these infuriated squaws were
ahead, he had given up all hope for Lena
Reynolds. for he knew they would tear her
limb from limb, after slow torture.

He staggered, therefore, into the thicket,
and parting the branches. as though he was
about to gaze on the mutilated form of the
one he so reverenced, saw, to his surprise,
that Lena was not there.

A terrible scene it was; but a. second glance
around caused the eyes of the scout to bright-
en, and he felt that retribution was not a farce
after all.

That which he saw was more than two-
scorc hideous Apache uaws, their long hair
flying wild, and tossed 1n the air by a hell-
ish dance, as they circled around a roughly-

  

 

 

dressed White man, whom they had secured
to a stake in the middle of the basin.

It required but a moment’s reasoning to
prove to Giant George that the man at the
stake belonged to the gang that had abducted
Lena Reynolds, and that he had been detailed
to lead pursuers on a false trail.

In proof of this the fully-equipped horses
stood below, secured to cedars. The saddles
and bridles were of Texas make, and upon
one of them was bound :1 lar e stone.

All was now plain to the giant scout.

He saw that he had been cunningly duped.

The face of the man at the stake was the
pallor of death, and his eyes were staring
from their sockets, as the squaws, with fien-
dish yells, drew their short camp-knives to
scarify him, as they passed him in their hell-
ish dance.

The captive was stripped to the waist, and
from neck to belt his skin was white.

This caused Giant George to linger for an
instant.

This man was bad; but what had made
him so? Perhaps bad influences in youth.

He had most certainly been acting for an-
other, in misleading those who sought to
save Lena Reynolds; and he by no means de-
served the terrible fate that was arranged for

mi.

The eyes of the squaws flashed fury, and
the scout knew that a prolonged and most
horrible torture awaited the doomed man.

These thoughts flashed in a moment
through the brain of Giant George, and his
decisron was made as quickly.

Leveling his revolver, without hesitation
he pulled the trigger, and the head of the
captive fell forward upon his breast, the bul-
let having pierced his forehead, and death
ensuing instantly.

As the sharp report rung through the basin
every squaw stopped and gazed upward in
amazement and apprehension. Then. as they
comprehended the object of the shot, and
turning about, saw their captive was dead, a
blood-curdling and terrible yell burst simul-
taneously from them. But as that yell
sounded, five shots in quick succession were
fired by the giant scout into the hideous
horde, chan ing their yells to howls as a
number of tfiem fell, pierced by the bullets.

Like avenging furics, a score of the mad-
dened hugs sped, with vengeful whoops, to a
point in the basin from which they could
reach the level, in hot pursuit of the one who
had robbed them of their victim and slain
some of their number, but Giant George was
now galloping like a madman back down the
canyon. well knowing that the abductors of
Lena Reynolds had conveyed her through
the rest rocky gorge that split the range at
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CHAPTER XI.
sum) as BY FIRE.

THE presence of men in that dreary, rocky
gor e known as Dead Man's Gulch, was not
ha] so deep 3 mystery as the fact that these
men knew of the proposed visit of Lens. Rey-
nolds to her brother’s - grave—i or they must
have known it, else why had precautions
been taken to mislead ursuers.

Who they were, an why the had risked
so much to gain possession of t e person of
the “Angel,” were puzzling enigmas that
Giant George strove in vain to solve.

She had but a few days before arrived
from St. Louis, and these men must, as a
matter of course, be strangers in the vicin-
ity. This caused affairs to appear more un-
accountable and strange than ever.

That they were outlaws the scout was
positive—r—prohably stragglers from sorre
bandit hand down the range, who, hearing
about the wealth of the benefactress of Sar-
dine—box City, had captured her in hope of
ransom.

This was the only reasonable solution of
the mystery.

That there had been two men engaged in
the business the “ sign ” showed, but whether
the man who had taken upon himself the
task to mislead pursuers, and who had been
captured by the Apache squaws, was one of
the pair, none could say. ‘

Certainly there was no organized band in
the vieiniFtiy, for the total annihilation of the
band of Capitan had been known far and
wide, and would prevent any other such
organization from locating in the vicinityV
for some time to come, even were the “ citz ’
of Sardine-box to “ strike it rich."

Giant George had not the remotest idea of
going for more help, feeling that, single-

anded and alone, he could cope with suc-
cess against the possibly three or four out-
laws, who might be hiding in the rocks with
their captive.

The pallid. anguish-stricken face of Lena
Reynolds was ever before his mind’s eye,
urging him onward, and his great fear was
that she would die in the hands of the das-
tards who had carried her 01f.

Little did George dream that Capitan
Black, the notorious bandit who had escaped
from the vicinity of Tucson, after nearly all
his gang had been shot or hanged, was in the
Pinaleno Range with the remnant of his
men; that he had, that very day, received a
half dozen outlaws into his band, and was
preparing to destroy the furnaces and quartz-
mil recently received in Sardlne-box City,
having been hired to do so by a. cousin of
Lena Reynolds—a wretch who sought re-
venge on those who had Saved his relative
from death, thereby preventing him from

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enjoying her wealth; his, by law, at her de
mise.

Had Giant George known this, and also
that Carlos La Gran e. the cousin of Lena,
had followed her an himself from St. Louis
and that he was now in a cave at the barren
bend, the abduction of the “Angel " would
have been no mystery, but the mind of the
scout would have been ten times more tor-
tured than it was.

George’s chief anxiety was in regard to the
feeble state of Lena’s health, for he did not
once entertain the thought that a white
man lived on earth who would do her bodily
harm after he had once so much as gazed into
her eyes.

Thus thinking and reasoning, he dashed
onward, his horse panting with exertion,
eventually reaching the gulch, up the dark
depths of which he rode, then into the basin,
and on beneath the sighing pines that shel-
tered the graves of Sam Lawrence and poor
Terrif.

Here he quickly dismounted, threw 01f
saddle and bridle, ending the animal into a
matte on the west side of the basin, within
which was a clear grass-grown space, where,
securing the end of the lariat to alimb, he
left his steed to rest and feed.

Giant George now sprung up the broken
northwest side of the basin and bounded like
a mountain—goat up the rock-bound gorge of
the Pinaleno Range. '

 

We will now return to the cave at the bar
ren bend, where we left Lena Reynolds sense-
less upon her couch.

The young man who reeled into the cave
chamber upon the entrance of Bud, Jim and
the Indian, with their fair captivr, was none
other than Carlos La Grange, the nearest
living relative of Lena Reynolds.

He was a dissipated youth about town in
St. Louis, and iirquentcd gambling—houses,
having brought his father to grief and the
grave by his lawless and disgraceful life.

He had several times been saved from
prison and conviction on a charge of forgery,

is father sacrificing large amounts of money
inlgoing so, thus nearly impoverishing him.
so .

Carlos had never' seen fit to visit at the
Lawrence mansion, after the father of Lena
had met with heavy losses in investments,
brought about b Edward Willoughby, after-
ward known as ill Capitan.

The latter, previous to his going West with
Sam Lawrence, had been a boon companion
of Carlos.

Not until the death of Lena’s near relatives
did oung La Grange conceive the idea of
pro ting b his relationshi to her; and he'

would not ave dreamed 0 so doing, hadnot

  

 
  

 

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stories passed from lip to lip in regard to the
vast wealth she had brought from Arizona,
and the extensive and paying mining inter-
ests in which she was engaged.

Once having formed the resolution of fol-
lowing his widowed cousin, Carlos was not
slow in carrying it out. Well supplied with
funds, he entered Sardinevbox City in the
night, accompanied by two desperate charac—
ters whdm he had engaged in his service,
and learning that Lena had been captured by
Apaches, his joy knew no bounds.

But when one of the “ citz " rode in later,
and reported that she had been saved by
Giant George, the young man was furious,
and with his two companions took to the
mountains to plot revenge upon the scout,
and lay plans for the capture of his cousin.

' Here he fell in with Capitan Black and his
men, and bribed the bandit to assist him.

The cave in the barren bend was discover-

ed, and the renegade Apache being the only

occupant, he was engaged as guide, and pre—
sented with a number of articles which won
him willingly and eagerly to their service.
When Jim placed Lena Reynolds upon'the
couch, and Carlos La Grange'staggered into

' the chamber, the latter did not fully appre-

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cinte the importanceof the capture or the oc-
casion; but enough sense remained in his
muddled brain to cause him much self-con-
gratulation, and to wish to reward his instru-
ments.

' This liberality, however, was occasioned as
much through fears for his personal safety as
aught else; as the desperate characters, with
whom he was now associated, inSpired him
with dread and terror, although he strove to
conceal the feeling.

He feared, and with good reason, that he
would be murdered for his money, leaving
everything to Capitan Black, whom he en-
joined to destwdy the wagon-train his cousin
had sent to Bar iue‘box City, and to blow up
the Slip’up Mine, besides securing the per-
son of Lena Reynolds, and delivering her up
to him at the cave.

That Capitan Black had full confidence in

being well-paid for his hazardous work, has

been proved by {his expeditious action, and
his well contrived and carried out plans.

End and Jim gathered up the gold eagles,
thrown by La Grange, as quickly as possible;
the Indian disdaining to struggle for the yel-
low dross, which, however, would not have
been the case had it been silver. Then the
two bandits grasped their rifles from one cor-
ner, Bud sayinor impatiently:

“ Come on, Elm! Cap’ll be es mad es ther
dickens if we’re not on hand ter back him et
ther big shindig near ther Slip up. We'll
hev hot work thar, pard!

“.Mebbe so, Bud; but we hes ther dead-

 

,wood onflther ‘citz.’ But I’m with yer.

So long, Satan 1”

With these words the two dashed from the
cave, and down the range, leaving Lena, La
Grange, and the renegade Indian, its sole oe-
eupants.

For some moments after the departure of
End and Jim, Satan stood contemplating
the forms of the unconscious woman and the
drunken man.

"‘ Waugh!" he exclaimed, turning away at
last; “ bad medicine—heap bad medicine!”

Out from the cave stalked the renegade
red, and filling bis pipe, ensconced himself
betWeen two rocks facing the barren vale,
dreaming not of danger, and caring nothing
for those within the cavern, as scalps were
valueless to him now.

Thus the Apache sat for at least an hour
and a half, as silent and immovable as the
rocks at his side; when suddenly, not ten
feet from his position, out from a cleft that
wound downward to the base of the range,
sprung Giant George, knife in hand!

Quick as a flash of light, the deadly shaft
of the Indian was lifted to the strin ; but.
ere the feathered end kissed the paint-gaubed
cheek, the bright bowie of the giant scout
shot through the air, and was buried to the
hilt in the'bronzed breast of the appropriate-
ly-named renegade red.

Bow and feathered shaft fell from the
hands, that quickly clasped the handle of
the torturing blade; and, with his last
strength, he wrenched the steel from his

severed Vitals, throwing it upon the rocks, -

where it fell with a clang from his nerveless
grasp. The hot blood sported in a crimson
arch into the air, and a horrid death-yell
echoed and re—echoed from crag to crag, and
through the rocky gorge.

The death-flaming eyes, from out their
frame-work of gtypsum and— vermilion,
rlared hideously or a moment upon the
mm of the scout; then, as his hands feebl
sought to draw his sealpingknife, he fel
forward, and rolled into a cleft of the moun-
tain-side.

 

Full an hour lay Carlos La Grange upon
the floor of the cavern, after the departure of
Satan; then, with much exertion, he gained
a sitting posture, and gazed around him for
some time before he seemed to recall his
whereabouts.

Soon, however, his glance rested u on the
couch, and a devilishly exultant loo over-
spread his face as he reco nized the recum-
bent form of Lena Reynol 3.

After several attempts he regained his
feet, and swaying back and forth, clutched
frantically at the couch to save himself from

  

 

 

    

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another full, but in vain, for down he went,
his temple striking against the corner of the
roughly-made structure, causing the blood to
flow profusely,

Mumbling out a volley of curses, he
crawled upon hands and knees over the floor,
and through the archway where he had on-
tered at the sound of the approach of the
men with the captive.

Soon he reappeared, a bottle in one hand.

Holding it to his lips, he took another
draught; then paused a moment, and repeat-
ed the dose. ‘

Waiting a moment, he walked slowly and
hesitatingly toward the couch, as though not
confident of keeping his feet.

Reaching it he waved his hand in the air
dramatically as he addressed the still sense-
less Lena Reynolds:

“ Welcome, fair cox—welcome to my
mountain home!"

Just then the death-yell of the Indian rung
through the cavern wrth horrible vividness,
and strange echoings, causing Carlos La
Grange to turn pale as death and cease his
harangue, but he again grasped the bottle
and took a deep draught, not noticing the
stealthy step in the outer passage. He then
stood and listened.

The giant scout knew that he had now

traced the dastardly abductors to their lair,

but he hesitated at. the entrance of the cave,
for there was yet a mystery to unravel.

He had discovered evidences of a number
of men, but, as far as he could see, there
was but one in the cavern.

From his position, George could not see
the form of Lena, although the couch was in
View, the raised back being toward him.

However, he was soon able not only to
locate her, but to learn nmch to astonish and
infuriate him; for again La Grange spoke,
evidently having forgotten the yell, or at-
tributing it. to one of the peculiar whims of
the lndiarrguide. V

“ I asks you, Mrs. Reynolds," repeated
Carlos, “if you knew why I had brou ht
you here, but you rcpudiate my words. ’1]
tell on! .

“ am your nearest relative. If you die,
I shall inherit your wealth: and I tell you,
you're ’bout to die. You shall never leave
this cave. ‘

“ I’ve hired Capitan Black and his men to
smash the mill and machinery you-bought
with the money I ought to have. And I’ll
have their infernal mine blowed up this very
night!

“By this time, the infernal Sardines are
being shot down like dogs at the mine; and
you've got to die now, before my resolution
fails me!”

As Carlos La Grange thus spoke, he drew

1a glittering dagger, and climbed upon the
couch, raising the steel over the breast of the
corpse—like and senseless Lena Reynolds.

Like a panther bounding upon its prey,
sprung Giant George, his teeth set, and his
eyes blazing with long pent-up fury; the
strength ofahalf a dozen men was in his
sinewy and gigantic frame, as with a yell of
exulting triumph and ungovernable madness
he caught the villainous Carlos in his iron
grasp, and held the quaking and horror—
stricken wretch at arm’s length above his
head. Then, turning, be rushed with him
out of the cavern.

Out along a rocky crag bounded the scout;
no mercy in his flashing eyes, until, reaching
its edge, he stood upon the same, holding
the fear-paral 'zed, terrorvbcnumbed wretch
above his heat, but in such a position that
he could View the awful abyss yawning be-
fore him—the deep declivity of fully a hun-
dred feet, down to the jagged rocks below!

For a moment, the scout thus held him.

Then with terrible force, the wretched La
Grange was shot through the air, far out
over that awful hight.

Five minutes later, down the mountain-
side rushed Giant George, holding fast clutch-
ed in his brawny arms. as a mother would
her child, Lena Reynolds, the Angel of the
Pinaleno Range! 1

CHAPTER XI 1.
DING-DONG.

“ DOG-GONE ther hull lay-out! I swan hit
does ’pear thar never Will be nothin’ run
smooth roun' this hyer condemned burg."

Thus spoke, in soliloquy, Marin Holbrook,
as she twisted and turned about in her bake-
oven, into which her terror had driven her
when she discovered the “ Terrantaler o'
Taos” stretched out asleep behind the bar,
where she had expected to have found her
troublesome husband, Hank.

After great dit‘nculty.rhe good lady succeed-
ed in getting into a half-reclining position,
facing the entrance to the oven; her back .
hair, which she rewcund into a pug, acting
as an apology for a pillow.

in this position, beyond the possibility of
being assailed or taken at a disadvantage, the
landlady of the “ Nugget ” again broke out
in muttered soliloquy.

“ Dod-rot that cantakerous, overgrown,
long-legged, slab-sided, smash»fa_ced, dirty
pilgrim what’s laid hisself out ahmt our bar
fer a snooze.

“Whar in thunderation c’u'd Hank hev
dis’peared ter? He orter be hove inter ther
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“ I b‘lieve he’s es bad es ever Jonah war.
Thar I goes on Bible facts. when nothin" o’
thet sort orter be slung inside 0’ ton mile 0’
Sardine-box City; fer thar ain't nobuddy
’ceptin’ ther ‘Angel ’ thet's fltted ter mention
ther Good Book! Thar ain't no redemption
fer none 0' ther ‘ citz,’ I don‘t believe; an‘ I’ve
been hyer myself ontil [ain’t [it tcr ’sociate
with meetin’~house folkses. I swan, I sh’u’d
tremble my back-ha’r down, ef a gospel-
slinger, es Hank calls ther preachers, sh’u’d
gaze at me.

“ Hyer I am a-gittin’ so dang'd desp’rit’
wi' ther goin’s on thet I cuss es often es
Cap‘n Kid ever did—I’m a bettin' on hit!

“I'm plum worried ter death all ther time,
an' I don't see no show fer, things ter glide
‘ ’long any diff‘runt. Ther ‘ Angel,’ I ’most
know, air agoin‘ ter die. an’ leave me; an’
then what’ll I do? Ther h.ull burg’ll git
stavin' drunk ag'in, soon es ther mersheenry
air up; an' of ther ‘ Slip-up ’ pans out well
arterwards, thar’ll be another jamboree. I
hev ter hunt some hole every time, an’ a
griz’ b’ar ’ll chaw me up yit—I’m dead sure
on it!

“I wonder whar ther dickens that big cuss
come from? He’s ’bout es sizy es Giant
George; an‘ that ’minds me. I wish ter
gracious George ’u’d come back, an' gi'n him
:1. Mat outen thcr ‘Nugget.’ Ilio’s dang’d
strange ter me thet ther ‘Angel’ can’t stay
ter ther burg, an’ not go up ter Dead Man's
Gulch ag‘in, whar she gut tuck onc’t afore,
by them or’nary Panthers!

“ Sam’s gone dead, an’ thet’s ther eend on
it, She can’t fotch him back. I reckon.
though, that George and Jack kin take keer
on her. ,

“ That’s another botheration I didn’t think
on—they ’tends ter go ter ,Tucson, ter take
Warnitta an’ Marietta back hum, an’ when
they’s gone thar‘ll his nobuddy in Sardine-
hox City thet's ’sponserble er kin be ’pended

on.

" O-o—o-h, Lordyl I ain‘t a-goin‘ ter borrer
trouble, fer hit comes fast ’nough. I hain’t
slep' fer three nights, Wi‘ ther goin‘s on an'
I vow I‘ll take a nap now; fer this hyer’s
ther uietest an’ safest place I‘ve foun’ yit.

“ it's ormighty stran e I never thought
0‘ ther bake-oven afore. 8I won‘t say, ‘Now
I lay me.’ fer hit ain’t a fit place. Dang yer,
Hank Holbrook! I’ll fix yer when I git a
show et yer. Gitl—yer cantankerous—long-
legged — mashed-faced — cuss! I’m—er —-
meetin’-house—”

Thus ending her peculiarly-worded solilo-

uy. the poor weary soul sunk into a quiet
s umber.

While she thus slept the two Castilian
women arrived, secured their horses near the
oven. unconscious o: the landlady: pres-

 

ence, and entering by the rear door, passed
up to their apartment.

As Arizona Jack had guided them up from
the canyon to the vicinity of the bowlder,
the rifle-shots, fired by the bandits upon the
“ citz ” at the Slip-up Mine struck their ears,
and with a cry of amazement, their escort
had left them, galloping of! toward the

range.

With the knowledge that Lena Reynolds
was in the power of the lawless men. proba-
bly belonging to the same band who were
now fighting the “eitz,” and being unable
to account for the absence of Harm Hol-
brook, and the deathlike stillness that ruled
the “ Nugget ” and the street outside, the
situation of 'Warnitta and her daughter was
truly deplorable. Nervous . and hysterical
as their recent experiences had made them.
they were quite unfitted to encounter any
further peril or trouble.

It was dusk as Arizona Jack left the two
women at the canyon and galloped toward
the range.

The last volley of rifle-shots fired at the
“citz ” had sounded but faintly in his ears,
owing to the nature of the ground, before he
reached a point at which his horse could de-
scend into the gulch by which the Blip«up
Mine was reache ; and, at this very moment
as he was about to urge his steed dowmvard,
the mass of terrified oxen rushed in a wild
stampede along the bed of the deep chasm
below his position.

Jack understood fully that there was
trouble; it was not reasonable to suppose
otherwise, but the character of the enemy
and their object was a mystery.

However, he was not to remain long ign0<
rant of the facts of the case; for. in the twi-
light gloom. he soon discovered the “ citz”
making their way stealthin along the north
side of the gulch toward him.

Greatly puzzled and amazed, Jack spurred
down to meet and question them.

“ What is the meaning of this stampede
and firing, Tom Jones?" he demanded,
greatly impressed by the stern and grief-
stricken faces before him.

" Hit means, Jake,” answered the sheriff,
“thet a party 0’ hellyuns. hid in ther rocks,
'bove ther Sh -up. hev shot half a dozen »on
us. stampede ther oxens, an' we hesn’t bin
able ter freeze our peepers outer them.”

“ Great heavens!" exclaimed Jack. ‘ ‘ Who
can they be, Tom 1'"

“ C'u’dn‘t say. Pard Jack: but we-‘uns
ain’t a-goin’ ter stan' like a passe] o‘ dang’d
fools, an’ be shot in our tracks. Whar in
thunderation air Giant George? He mought
think 0' some way 0’ sarcumventin’ ther con-
demned cowardly rock-crawlers."

This question brought back to Jack’s mind,

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the fact that the giant scout had gone up the
canyon alone, on the trail of Lena Reynolds
and her abductors, and his concern and per-
plexrty were doubled. He was at a loss
whether to inform the ” citz ” of the outrage
up the range, or not; but a moment’s reflec<
tion decided him in the afiirmative.

“Boys of Sardine-box City," he said;
“ troubles have never come singly upon you
in the past, and this afternoon’s work is no
exception to the rule.

“ You know that Mrs. Reynolds insisted
upon visiting her brother’s grave; at Dead
Man’s Gulch. You know also, that Giant
George and myself, together with Marietta
and her mother, accompanied her; and now,
I am forced to explain her absence and that
of George.

“Marietta and Warnitta, I hate just cs-
corted to Sardine-box City, and Giant George
is alone, up the range toward the point
Where we fought the Apaches.

“He is on the trail of a miscreant who
needs hanging. Boys, the Angel of the
Range has again been carried off by lawless
men, and Geor e is on their trail alone!"

A. series of eavy groans broke from the
startled citizens. while Tom Jones cried out,
in mingled grief and astonishment:

“Dog my cats!"

For a moment all stood still, thunder-
stricken at the terrible state of afiairs. They
had passed through so many dangers, and
suffered such prlvation in keeping up the
burg, having {ust begun to see the silver
lining of the c end of adversity that had so
long hung over it, that this disastrous attack,
coupled with the knowledge just imparted,
that their bencfactress was again in the power
of lawless men—all this completely unmanned
them for the time.

But, when each recalled the pallid face of
the “ Angel,” and realized that she could not
be expected .to survive any harsh treatment,
and also that the dastardly assassins who
lurked in the vicinity of the mine would
probably destroy the machinery, and with it
all hopes of future prosperity—when these
two probabilities were fulty realized by
them there arose simultaneously a yell of fren'1
zied madness and desperation. Then it was,
that Arizona Jack saw that the “ citz ” were
eager for revenge. and he cried out:

“Come on, boys! Come on to the burg,
and get your rifles! We’ll drive these devils
from the mine, or die in the attempt The
mill and furnace must be saved. We’ll trust
Giant George to bring back safe the Angel of
the Rangel’ - 1

Another yell greeted J ack's proposition—~11
yell of determination, mingled wrth relief, at
having a leader whom they all knew feared

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well. 80, led by Jack, all proceeded toward
Sardine-box City.

The first yell given by the “citz ” awaken-
ed Marm Holbrook, who sprung up, striking
her head against the roof of the oven, and
causing a deep and meaning exclamation
of mingled pain and surprise to burst from
her lips.

“ Bless my soul!" she cried out. “ Whar
in ther name 0‘ Gcc~hoss~a-fat, air I this
trip?"

Feeling about her, for it was quite dark
in the oven, she soon recalled the near past;
and with great difficulty she forced herself
headforemost out from the bake-own, and
then, standing erect, smoothed out her dress
and apron, and arranged her back hair as
well as she could under the circumstances.

Then she stood a moment in deep thought,
gazing toward the “Nugget.” At last she
exclaimed:

“Now, I’ve tud this b er biz jist 'bout es
long es I’m goin‘ter. ’m dangd ef any
long-legged, long-ha’r’d, slab-sided whisk’-
sucker shill keep me outen my own ranch,
an’ put on airs, drinkin’~our bug—juice. an’
then snoozin’ off ahint therAbar. I sw'ar,
hit’s enough ter make any meetin’-house
woman sw’arl

"I’m a-goin‘ fer him on the jump. I’ve '

gut my dander up—dang’d ef I hain’t—‘bout
ther same pitch es when I blazed wi’ ther ole
shot-gun, an’ made one 0’ El Capitan’s Pan-
thers chaw dirt front 0' ther ‘ Nugget.’
Hyer goes fer ther strappin’, big, hefty
snoozerl"

With these words, Marm Holbrook hast-
ened into her kitchen, procured a bucket of
got over-clean water, and stole softly into the

ar.

It was now nearly dark. The heavy snori
ing still sounded. Making her ca‘culations
as to the position of the burly stranger, Mann
Holbrook held the bucket directly over his
head, leaned upon the bar, and instantly're-
versed the vessel.

As the contents were emptied, the landiady
dropped the bucket, and ran for dear life
through the kitchen‘door and up the stairs.
rushing into the back chamber and closing
the door, fast bolting it.

The noise thus made caused Wamitta and
Marietta to shriek with terror; and these
sounds so frightened the hostess~she not
beingr aware of the return of the two women
~that she shot under the bed, thinking per-
haps that the. burly stranger .had made a
change of base, and taken up his quarters in
the chamber. There she lay, panting with
exertion and afraid to move.

Marietta and her mother, not being able
to recognize the intruder, were palsied with

         
   
  
     
  
 
   
     
    
  
   
 
   
  
  
   
   
   
    
  
 
    
  
    
  
  
   
   
   
     
    
   

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horror, and lay clinging to each other in si‘
lence.

The libation, so generously poured by
Marm Holbrook, nearly smothered the “ Ter-
rantaler o’ Taos,” and in his convulsive
struggles to regain his breath, he nearly kill-
ed poor Hank.

The latter did not comprehend the situa-
tion. but the Tarantula sprung erect, and the
screams of the women. above stairs, brought
his danger vividly to mind. Giant George
might have returned. and if so, might recog-
nize him. Not only this, but the compact
he had made with Capitan Black had been
broken.

“ Dog-gone my iron heart! I must ’tend
ter biz.”

The Tarantula rushed out through the kit-
chen door, and vaulting into his saddle.
urged his horse along in the rear of the shan-
ties until clear of the town.

Then he pointed directly toward the Slip-
up Mine, secreting himself when he discov-
ered the ap roach of Arizona Jack and the
“ citz.” s then proceeded onward.

 

CHAPTER XIII.
NOT ON TIME.

Frames minutes after the Tarantula of
Taos left the Nugget Hotel, the moon arose
above the distant plain, a full round orb of
silvery brightness, illuminating Sardine-box
City, and enabling the “citz,” who had
groped their way blindly elon the wash-out,
to see that they had wanders from the di-
rect route.

“Here we are, boys!" exclaimed Arizona
Jack. “Here’s the stagetrail, and we'll
have a show now to corral those cowardly
sneaks, if they stand their ground.”

“ I’m afeerd they’ll mash the bestest part

0‘ ther mersheenery." said Tom Jones, du- .

biously. “If they does. an’ we-’uns cotches
them. we'll hev another Lynch picnic down
et ther bowlder by ther canyon "

“I’d give fivegcars of my life to see Giant
George," asserte Jack, keeping his horse at
a pace to allow conversation with the “ citz "
who were on foot.

Down the decline toward the street they
went, in a fast walk, all huddled together,
when, just as they neared the first shanties in
the line, up from the canyon dashed a horse-
man, whom all, in a moment, recognized as
Giant George.

A yell of joy burst from every throat, and
sombreros were thrown into the air, as
Lena Reynolds was discovered, held in the
scout’s embrace.

Arizona Jack galloped to meet him; and
was warned, by a gesture from George,

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against any expressions in regard to the re-
cent danger the “ Angel ” had passed through.

“ Thank Heaven} you have returned, Pard
George!” said Jack, quickly. “How is Mrs.
Reynolds? I feared this trip would be too
much for her.”

“I am feelin ve well, I thank you,”
said Lena, hersel . “ n fact I have not been
so strong for some days. The ride although
it prostrated me at first, has been a benefit.”

Jack whirled his horse and made a ges-
ture full of caution to the “citz " who ap-
proached; but this was unheeded, for, rough
men though they were, they knew that any
excitement would be injurious to their bene-
factress. Though it was very necessary
that Giant George should know the state of
afiairs at the mine, and that without delay,
all held their peace.

The giant scout, however, knew more than
even the “ citz ” did in regard to the attack;
for, as the reader is aware, he had heard the
whole plot from the lips of Carlos La
Grange, as the miscreant revealed his villainy
over the couch of his intended victim in the
cave.

This knowledge, coupled with the fact that
he had heard the rifle-shots, had caused
George to gallop immediately to the “Nug-
get ” and leave there his charge ‘

“ Order the boys to get their rifles!” said
Jack, to the sheriff, in a whisper, as they
went toward the hotel. Reaching it, be dis-
mounted and rushed into the bar; striking a
li ht, as Giant Grange gave a yell to summon

arm Holbrook; -

As the candle flared up, illuminating the
bar-room, the head of oor Hank appeared
above the counter, his ittle eyes blood-shot,
and his red and swollen features bruised by

-the rough treatment he had received when

the Tarantula came so near being strangled
by Marin Holbrook's shower-bath.

But, as the landlord recognized his friends,
he raised himself to a standing position on
the bar, although trembling greatly, and cried
out in his piping voice:

“ ’Rah fer ther Angel 0’ Penarlayno
Range!"

“ Shut up your trap, Hank," ordered Giant
George. “ What’s Marm Holbrook?”

“ Don’t speak harsh to the poor fellow,”
pleaded Lena.

“Run ther candle out kitchen-way. Jack,”
said the giant scout. “I reckon Marin Hol-
brook air up-stairs wi’ t’other weemin."

“ Giant George! Ye-ou, Giant George! Run
up hyerl Thar’s a hellyun in ther bed, an'
I’m under hit, an’ dassent come out. He’s a
long-legged, slab-sided. long-ha‘r’d whisk’-
sucléer, es big es ycrself, ef he’s any like his
par .’

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candle in hand, sprung up two stairs at a
time, and burst in the door.

Never were there more surprised women
than the three in that apartment. The two
)astilians having covered their heads with
the bed-clothing, which prevented them from-

_recognizing the voice of the landlady.

Notwithstanding the importance of prepar-
ing for a defense of the mine, and the dan-
ger that threatened it, Jack was compelled
to laugh—as Well as did Giant George and
Lena ——at seeing Mann Holbrook crawl out
from under the bed, hardly believing her
senses when she saw that, in place of a
gigantic ruflian, it was Marietta and her
mother who occupied the couch.

Smoothing her hair, Marm Holbrook gave
vent to her thoughts and opinions at length,
to the great amusement of Lena Reynolds,
who to the joy of all, appeared much more
like herself than she had done since her ar-
rival in Sardine-box Cit .

Arizona Jack ot a chance before George
came up, to caution the two Castilian women
against saying anything to Lena of her hav-
ing been In the power of outlaws, for she
had been unconscious the whole of the time,
and knew nothing whatever in regard to it.

Leaving the women together, to reason out
matters as best they might, Giant George and
Arizona Jack hastened back to the hotel.

The “ citz,” armed with their rifles, were
ready and eager for Giant George to lead
them to the mine. .

The latter now hastened out into the street
and the "citz” gathered around him.

“ Wa-al. boyees,” said George, coolly,
” what’s ther racket at ther Slip~up? ’

“ Six 0’ our crowd turned up toes, an’
nary one 0’ us pulled trigger,” replied the
sheritf. “ Thar’s a crowd o’ hellyuns a~
hidin’ in ther rocks ’bove ther mine, an’ they
stampeded ther oxen outer us from the gulch.
Then they let fly, without givin’ us a show
ter shoot. We ed ter levant on ther sly,
but I’m inclernated ter think they s’pose we
air in ther shaft ontil yit."

“Wa-al, dang my cats!” said the scout
“ I was perpared fer somethin’ o’ the sort,

but not fer any on yer ’lowin’ them ter git,

ther deadwood on yerl

“ Boyees, ther mersheenery air gone up,
an’ ther burg air bu’sted, ef we-’uns doesn’t
play a mi hty tine game. I hes jist reskyed
ther Ange from ther same outfit, sn’ sent a
red an’ a white over ther range. t

“ I found out thet Capitan Black, from
Tucmn-way, air ther cuss what’s doin’ this
devilment; an’ he’s bin paid ter blow every-
thin’ ter giblets. '

“Now I hes swored thet Cap Black shell
hang on‘ ther mesquite down by ther bowldcr

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afore another sun-up, an’ I means biz. We-
’uns must kerral ther hull caboodle. Thar’s
’bout a baker’s dozen on ’em, an’ we'll scoop
’em in, er turn up toes a-tryin’, But this
,ain’t no time ter sling gab.

“ Jack, ole pard, take a dozen o‘ ther boyees
an’ strike ther basin on ther south side,
spreadin' out well an’ Tom an’ I’ll run ’em
outen the’r holes from the north an’ down
ther mounting.

“When yer hear a kiote yelp twicet, an'
then onc’t, yer’ll know that me an’ Tom is
ready tcr open ther big fandango.”

“ All right, pard. We’ll fill the bill,”
said Jack.

Five minutes more, and the street of Sar-
dine-box City was deserted; but over thirty
determined men were making their way to~
ward the range.

The death of their comrades, slain by their
sides _in a cowardly manner, served to infu-
riate them with frenz , which increased each
step they took towar the range.

Inured to savage war and every cunning
strategy, their approach to the "Slip-up”
was as silent and stealthy as that of so
many Apaches on the war-path.

Every bowlder, thicket and shadow was
taken advantage of, and at timesthey crawled
upon hands and knees to conceal their ap-
proach. But, to make their attempt more
certain of accomplishment, a wide detou
was made by both parties. '

Giant George, with a
scaled the mountain-side m the rear of the

fired down upon the unsuspecting citizens.

Here and there. among the boulders and
cedars, from the north side of the basin, and
up along the cliff, they crouched, a. half-
circle of hardy miners, with senses on the
alert and ready to shoot down the first bandit
who should reveal himself.

All were watchful, besides, to detect the
approach of Arizona Jack and his party,
across the basin to the south; but not a
human bein was in view, and all wasas
silent or. deat . . 7

The wagon-tilts seemed not to have been
removed, ei’cept where they had been dis-
placed-by the stampede.

This was noticed b those who had been

resent when the ma dened mass of oxen

ad rushed through the basin, and commu-
nicated to Giant George, who was greatly
relieved by the assurance. ,

The latter, after conferring with Tom
Jones, decided that the outlaws must be
ignorant of the retreat of the “ citz " to the

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Had they arrived sooner, however. the
secret of the inaction of the outlaws under
Capitan Black would have been no secret;
for, as the latter had decided upon a descent
from the mountain-side, with the view of
destroying the freight of the wagon-train,
believing, from the silence, that the “ citz "
had retreated to the town, although they had
not been observed, the gulch side hiding
their retreat from view—believing this, he
, had decided upon immediate action, when

he observed the Tarantula ride up the south
bank of the gulch, and guiding his horse
into a thicket, reappear on foot, with a bot-
tle in one hand, from which he drank, and
then descended into the basin.

Rising erect, and climbing upon a bowlder,
Capitan Black gave a whistle, sufficiently
loud to reach the ears of the burly outlaw,
whom he had bribed to blow up the mine.

The Tarantula sprung behind a wagon, on
the instant; then, drawing his revolver, he
looked up cautiously, and discovered his em.
ployer of the morning, who waved his som-
brero over his head.

The Tarantula returned the sahlte, and
strode toward the “ Slip—up " shaft, down the
rough, uneven side of which he clambered.
The outlaws, confident that he was making
preparations to blow up the mine, and, in so
doing, force upward ashower of rocks which,
in descending, would shatter the mill, fur-
naces, and other material, remained inactive,
as we have seen.

It was a delay that was, to them, disaster
and death.

Long they waited for some signal, or for
the reappearance of the Tarantula; but he
sat at the bottom of the shaft, gazing at the
kegs of powder, and taking frequent drinks
from the bottle. Evidently he was meditat—
ing upon the policy of proving true to Capi.
tan Black, and listening to the " ding dong
of his iron heart.”

The ruflian was speculating in his thoughts.
whether “ther hestest part 0’ his ’natermy
mightn’t strike fire, ignite the powder, an'
blow him ’bove ther flip-flop of a buzzard’s
wingl” ‘

CHAPTER XIV
THE BLow—UP MINE.

Osman BLACK waited until his patience
was exhausted. Then, infuriated at the non-
a pearance and masterly inactivity of the

arantula, he ave a signal to his concealed
’men to descen to the basin. believing that
the “citz” must have left the gulch. and
were now in Sardine-box City. '

This desertion of their valuable property
he attributed to the want of a leader, and he

 

felt sure that his plans had been carried out,
by leading Giant George and Arizona Jack
up the range on a false trail.

Their absence proved to him that Lena

Reynolds had been captured, and was now
in the cave, and the outlaw was anxious to
perform the remainder of his task, for which
heiwas to be liberally paid by Carlos La
Grange, as soon as possible, and return to
the barren bend.
’ The failure of the Tarantula to blow up
the mine caused the bandit to be less prudent
in his exasperation than he would otherwise
have been, for be rushed down the mountain-
side, throwing all caution to the winds,

Olambering into the basin, he yelled:

“ Shoot that big traitor in the mine, boys!
Then smash things up in a hurryl” ' 1

Captain Black and his men had not made
half a dozen steps from their coverts2 when
two coyote-yelps broke on the air, followed
shortly after by a third.

Then came a. low, rolling whistle, and the
next moment the “ citz ” made their way in
the track of the outlaws, their thirst for re—
venge increased by the sight of their slain
comrades behind the bowlders.

The outlaw-s had but just gained the basin,
being between the north wall and the wagons,
in the clear moonlight, when a fierce yell
burst from the throat of Giant George, fol-
lowed by the report of his rifle.

An answering. yell rung out from every
one of the " citz " on each side of the basin,
and then came blinding sheets of flame and
a rattling rifle fusilade, which laid three-
fourths of the outlaws dead or writhing in
agony in the bed of the basin.

“ Kerrul ther t‘other cusses, an’ don’t prick
tha’r skins!” .»

Thus yelled the giant scout as he sprung
into the basin, and in a moment‘s time Capi-
tan Black and three of his assassins—all that
were able to stand—were bound with lsriats
and closely guarded. The “citz,” in their
fury, then riddled the wounded with bullets
from their revolvers.

No time was lost in examining the freight
age of the wagons, but, as far as could be
discovered, none ,of the heav castings had
been broken by the oxen in their. stam-
pede. The tilts were now readjusted, and
Giant George, feeling no further anxiety in
regard to the safety of the mine, ordered the
prisoners to be led forward and down the

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Sullen ahd speechless, Capitan Black and
his companions in crime walked amid the
victorious “citz,” knowing full well that
their fate was sealed!

On they went along the windinggulch into
a wash-out, and thence in the rear of the
shanties on the west, down to the huge

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bowlder, which was shadowed by the
branches of the big mesquite that had served,
as Tom Jones put it, to “civerlize ” several
outlaws since the settlement of the burg.

Upon this very tree the “citz” were, at
one time, about to hang Giant George him-
self, when he had come into the town in dis-
guise, on the track of spies from the hand of
outlaws known as the “ Panthers,” who
were “ cleaned out ” some three months pre-
vious to the opening of this narrative.

Upon arriving at the bowlder, the four
bandits were forced upon it, and the deadly
nooses fitted about their necks in ominous
silence—the stern, implacable faces of the
“ citz " lit up by the silvery moon, showing
no sign of mercy. It was a weird and im-
presstve scene.

The lariats were run over limbs, and the
slack of the same grasped by brawny hands,
ready and eager to hurr the murderers of
their comrades into eternity.

“Capitan Black, and yeou murderin’ ga-
loots’have yer gut ary thing ter spoke, or
ar pra’rs ter sling?"

Thus asked Tom Jones, becoming sudden-
ly aware that his official capacity as sheriff
ought to be brought to the frontin some man-
ner.

“Yer hes shot down some 0’ our ‘citzfi in
cold bleed. an’ ye war cotched in ther act 0'
tryin' ter bu’st this hyer burg by smashiu’
ther mersheenery o’ ther ‘ Slip up ’; but yer
slipped up on thet.

” ‘Sides thet devilment, er stoled ther
Angel 0’ ther Range, an’ wou d ’a’ wiped her
out, ef hit hedn‘t ’a’ bin fer Giant George.
Yer mought ’a’ knowed yer couldn’t buck
ag’iu’ a bur what cleaned out ther ‘Pan-
thers ’ 0’ El apitan.

“ Hes yer ary word ter say ag’in‘ bein’
strung up ter dry 7"

“ I’m not afraid to ‘kick up an’ go under,’
my impetuous friends," said Capitan Black.
"All that I regret is that the instigator of
this attack is-not to be strung u with us.
He is in a cave, with a renegade radian, on
the other side of the range.

“He is a coward. and I was a soft-headed
fool to sell in self to him; but 1 was hard
against the we 1 for ‘ dust.’ Go ahead with
your circus, boys! I can dance on nothing
as well as any man.”

“Dang’d ef he hain’t gut sand!” said Tom
Jones, in an aside to Giant George.

“ Hit’s ther wron sort 0’ sand,” was the
scout's reply; “er 3 wouldn’t ’a’ shot men
in ther back, without givin’ ‘em a show ter
shoot back, or to say a pray'r. We doesn’t
want none 0' thet sort 0’ sand in Arizone."

At that instant a sheet of lurid flame shot
upward, illuminating the towering peaks;
then came a deafening explosion, as if the

 

mountains were rent, and shaking the ground
like an earthquake.

Every man sprung upward, as if he had
received a powerful shock from an electric
battery; and Capitan Black gave out an em
ultant cry as he exclaimed:

" There goes your old mine. The Ter—"

These were the last words of the outlaw .-

chief; for the voice of Giant George rum
out, as his face turned pale with fury.

“ Jark ’em up, hoyeesl Jark ther hell.
yuns up!"

The next moment all four men hung in
the air, the ends of the lariats were secured
to the trunk of the mesquite, and the “ citz ”
in a scattering throng, rushed madly up the
gorge to the “ Slip-up ” Mine, feeling posi-
tive that everything was ruined, and that, in
consequence, the long-averted catastrophe
was upon them, and that Sardine-box City
would be a “ bu’sted burg."

They had not been gone five minutes w hen,
from out the cedars m the rear of the bowl-
der. spurred the “Tarantula o’ Tans.” and
made halt, sitting his horse and viewmg the
swaying corpses, as he said:

“Wa-al, dog-gone in iron heart, ef that
ain‘t a neat job! 'Cap lack, I knowed yer
war huckin ag’in’ ther wrong crowd—yer
war tew brash.

“Yer orter lingered et Tewcson, fer hit
ain’t healthy hycr-a-ways fer yer sort 0' hu»
mans. Gaze et me! I’m still a-floppin‘ like
a bob-tailed buzzard.

" I never spills blee'd, but giner’ly talks
my game ter death, which ain't no great
harm. A leetle fire—work air ’bout all I
’dulges in, an’ thet war a axerdunt. 1 must
’a’ drap'd a iece 0’ punk in ther dang’d ole
shaft when fwar a-smokin‘. ' '

“Hit ain‘t ther ‘Slip-up’ no more—hit's
ther ‘Blow up.’ Dang'd ef hit ain‘t more
'properate.

- “ Ye’reaonlucky set," he continued; “ an;
w’u‘dn’t do ter start a stiff yard, er I’d cut
yer down, an’ plant yer. But I reckon ther
citz doesn’t keer ter hev another crap 0’ yer
sort raised. ’ceptin’ up a limb. But I must
peregrernate. Solong, hoyeesl Whoop—er-
upl Whoop ere-e-el’

And away went the Tarantula. Soon he
disappeared down the side trail into the dark
depths of the canyon.

Much to the surprise and joy of Giant
George and the “citz,” they found upon
reaching the mine, that the rock which had
been thrown up by the explosion in the
shaft—the origin of which was to all amys-
tery~had,fortunately,heen mostly thrown to
the south side of the basin; and, as far as
could be seen, no great damage had been
done to the freight, although some of the
wagons were battered.

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, All returned to the burg, and found the
3 Women had not retired, but were awaiting
‘ reports, and greatly frightened at the explo-
sion; but they were ignorant of the execution
of the bandits, or of there having been any
in the vicinity. Nor was Lena Reynolds
yet aware that she had been in the power
of the outlaws; never dreaming that Carlos
,j La Grange had been nearer-her than St.
Louis.

, The explosion having been explained as
5 an accident, all were greatly relieved; and,
‘ much to the gratification of the “citz,” the
3 “Angel” came down into the street, and
, greeted them all kindly, taking a hand of
‘5 each in turn.

She seemed, in a single day, and that a
,day of dan er the most deadly—although
‘she was ob ivious of the fact—to have re—
‘covered much of her former health and
:spirits.

I This caused Giant George the most extra-
.vagant joy; and after Bank had given the
 inevitable:

“ ’Rah fer ther Angel 0’ Penarlayno
Range!“ Lena rejoined Marm Holbrook and
the two Castilian women. ,

As the sun arose, Tom Jones, who had
gone to examine the scene of the explosion,
came galloping madly toward the town. yell~
ing like a lien , and with each hand tightly
iclinched. v

On, at headlong speed he dashed, spurring
his horse at every bound, until the animal
fsprung in among the amazed “citz,” who
thought the sheriff had surely become in-
sane.

Giant George grasped the bridle-rein, and
brought the horse to so sudden a halt, that
lTom was thrown over the animal’shead; but
still yelling, and with both hands clinched,
the worthy sherifi' rolled over and over, stood
pn his head, shrieked, “1100 ed, bewled, and
laughed hysterically, until eorge' at length
Caught him b the nape of the neck and
choked him nto comparative sense—the
3‘ citz ” collecting around in the greatest won-
‘ er.

, "Hold yer mustangs now, Tom'Jones,"
aaid Giant GeOrge. “ Whatin thunderntion
{rev struck yer? Hev yer got a conniption
it. er hev yer swallered a bunch 0’ prickly
pear? Spit her out speedy, an’ no goin’
foun‘ ther bush. W’at’s that ye r’ clutchin’ in
yer hands?”

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Tom, seeing there was no escape for him,
opened his hands, displaying specimens of
the richest gold quartz ever seen by any
miner present.

“ Whnr in thunderalion did yer git thet,
Tom?" asked the scout quickly; his eyes
brightening.

“ ’I‘hcr Slip-up war blowed up, yer know,
last night!” yelled the sherifi, insanely.

“ Wa-al." said George, “ what of hit?”

“'l‘her hull side air blowed out o' ther
shaft," shriekcd Tom; “an' thar’s a new
lead—n new vein laid bare—the richest I ever
see'd‘!

“Somebody hold me! Somebody hold me,
fer I'm goin‘ ter_hcv a fit! ’Rah fer Sardine-
box City! ’Rah fer ther ‘Blow-up’Mine!
’Rah fer ther Angel of Pcnarlayno Range!”

The yells awoke Hank Holbrook, who sat
up on the be wider: and, while winking and
blinking like an owl at noontide, hardly real-
izing where he was, he yelled hoarsely:

" ’Rah fer ther Angel 0’ Penarlayno
Range!"

We need only say at this time. that all was
as Tom represented. and the “cilz” were
again almost wild with this fresh excite-
ment.

Lena Reynolds partook of the general jol—
lity; and, forgetting for the time the griefs
and trials of, the past, entered with not a.
ittlc spirit into the universal congratula
tions. . _

Marm Holbrook put on her “ bestest ”
dress and apron, and vowed that “ef ther
boys hed struck it so rich, they must slap up
a meetin’house in Sardinebox City store an-
other moon.”

The quartz-mill and furnaces were soon
put in operation; and, in a short time after,
the burg was in a fairly flourishing financial
condition, with prospects very flattering for
the future. ,

But what pleased all, as much as did, the
opening of the mine, and the discovery of
the rich “ lead,” was that Lena_Reynolds
was evidently regaining health and strength.

And thus,‘ in comparative prosperity and
happiness. after the various dangers and pri-
vations the had passed, we will leave our
friends—alfjoyous, and full of high hopes
for the future of Sardine-box City, and es—
pecially Giant George, Marm Holbrook, and
Lena Reynolds; the hero, mother, and
“ Angel,” respectively, of that promising
burg.

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9 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By “ Texas Jack."

10 Buffalo Ben, Prince of the Pistol. By E. I...
Wheeler.

11 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer. By Col. Prentiss
Ingreham.

12 Nick 0' theN ht' or, The Bo S of ‘76.
r. c. Harbeug ' y 9" B,

18 Yellowstone Jack; or The Trepgrs of the Eu-
chanted GrOund. By :Ioseph E. dger, Jr.

14 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. By E. L.
Wheeler. ,

15 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellow-
stone. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham.

16 Keen-Knife, Prince of the Prairies. By 011
00011188. .

l7 Oregon Sol, Nick WhIEes‘s Boy Spy. By J. I. 0.
Adams.

18 Death-Face, the Detective. By I. L. Wheeler.

19 Lasso J the Y .
Coomes.ack' m Hum 3’ 0“

mRonrln RalhRockwood,th ‘klessRang .
By Hug-y St}.) George. 6‘ Rec at

21 The Boy Clown' or, The son 0! the Are
By Frank s. ruin, 0“ m”

22 The Phantom Miner or Deadwood Dick‘s Bo:
nanza. By Edward L. Wheele .

23 The Sea-Cnt- or, The Witch of Dorian. 03
Frederick Whittaker. 3’ m

24 The Dumb Spy. By Oil Coomes.

25 Battling Rube: or, The Night Hawks of Ken-
tucky. By Barry St. George.

28 Old Avalanche, the Great Annihilator; or, Wild
Edna, the Girl Brlgnnd. By E. L. Wheeler.

27 Glass-Eye. the Great Shot of the West. By J. l‘.
0. Adams.

28 The Bo Captain' or Thel’lrste‘s Da hter.
Roger tarbnck. ' ' us By

29 Dick Darling, the Pony Express Rider. 03
F. Whittaker. By m

80 Rob Woolf, the Border Bunion. By Edward L.
Wheeler.

31 Ni%htingale Not; or, The Forest Captains. By
T. .Herbeugh.

82 Black John. the Rood-Agent; or The Outlaws‘
Retreat. ByJoseph E. Badge-Jr.

88 Omaha Oil, the Masked Terror; or, Deadwood
Dick in Danger. By E. L. Wheelen

34 Burt Bunker, the Trapper. By Geo. 1r. Leanne.

35 The Boy Rifles; or. The Underground Camp. 8:;
A. C. Irons.

 

37 Jim Bludsoe. Jr. the Boy Phenixi or, Through
to Death. By Edward 1. Wheeler.

as Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. By Captain J. n.
0. Adams.

39 Deadly Eye, the Unknown Scout. By Buflalo
Bill.

40 Nick Whitfles‘s Pet; or, In the Valley of Death.
By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.

41 Deedwood Dick’s E lee; or, The Bard: of Flood
Bar. By Edward L. eeler. -

42 The Border King: or, The S'ea-et Foe. By Oil
Coomes.

48 Old Hickory; or, Fundy Ellie’s Scalp. ByHArry
St. George.

44 The White Indian- or, The Scouts of the Yellow;
stone. By Capt. 3. F. C. Adams.

45 'Buckhorn Bill‘ or: the Bed Rifle Team. By Ed-
ward L. Wh er. '

“The ShadowShi :or,The Blvdfieutenants.‘
graham.

By COL Prenti- n . V
47 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengers.
By W. J. Hamilton.

48 Dandy Jack; or, The Outlaw of the Oregon Trail.
By T. 0. Harbaugh.

49 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Paid.
By Joseph E. Badger, Jr.

50 Single Band; or, A Life for 3 Lite". ByW.J.
Hamilton. '

 

61 Patent-leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake the :

Charmer. By Philip S. Warm.
The Border Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover.
By Buffalo Bill.
53 Gel
whee
54 Old Zip‘s Cabin' or, A Greenhorn In the Woods.
By Capt. J. F.  Adams.

d 1Rifie.tho Sharpshootér. By Edward I. 3
er. ‘

65 Delaware Dick. the Young Banger Spy. By Oil ‘

Coomes.
BG'Mad Tom Western the Tom Banger. W.
J. Hamilton. ’ By

57 Deadwood Dick on Deck' or Commit.me
Edward L. Wheeler. ' ' B,

58 Hawkeye Harry, the Young Trapper. By Oil
Coomes.

59 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise oi the Sea Wolf.
By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.

60 Abe Colt, the 0row~Killer. By Albert W. Aiken.

,61 Corduro Charlie, the Boy Bravo. ByEdwu-d
L. Whee er. '

as will Son: the Detective. Citadel
Morris. 61" B” B,

as Sol Ginger, the em: Trapper. ByAlhert w. ‘
Aiken. .
64 Rosebud Boh- or, Nu Ned,the Knight at the ;
’ and Wheeler ’

Gulch. By Edw

«5m htu Joe, thermanem B7
cfptolf’icndam. " ’ -:

to Kit Barefoog'the Wood-Hawk: By 1.0. n» 
bough. '

87 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. \By Oll Comes.

68 Id 1, the Girl Miner' or, Rosebud Rob on Hand. »
13nyde L. Wheeler.

69 Detective Dick; or, The Hero in Bags. 3, Ch...- 3

. Morris.

1 w Sure Shot Seth, the Boy elem/-3, on 1

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'11 Sharp Sam; or. The Advenhnee at end-die-
Boy. By J. Alexander Patten.

12 The Lion otthe See; or. TheVelledlAddeen
Tropes. By Albert W. Aiken.

78 Pho ph Phil, the Boy Sleuth' or, Boeehnd
30332.me By r. L. wfieeler.

74 Picayune Pete; or, Nicodemuthe Dog Detee-
tire. By Cheriee Morris.

75 Island Jim; or, The Pet of the bully.
Breeebrldge Hemynz (Jack Herkewey).

m3 Watch-Eye, the Shadow. By E. L. Wheeler.
7'7 Dick Dead- e. the Boy Sm ler. Colonel
Prentiss IngmyrehamJ m B,

78 Deadwood Dick'e Device' or, The Sign at the
Double emu. By E. L. Wheeler.

1'9 The Bleck Mutton r: or The Wild Horne Bun-
tere. Bythptein eyneheid. '

so on rmsy, the Guide. By '1'. d. nubeugh.

81 The SeeVi : or, The. Midehipxnen‘e m.
By COL Presses Ingrehem,

B Seth Jonee- or. 'The Ceptivee e! the Frontier.
By I. a Ellie.

fiMOhflJheOountertelwmeL BylL.
Wheeler.

:4 TheDumh e: or The Doge'l Da hter. B
Ceptaid p.35“... Whittaker. "8 ’

85 The Bo Miners; or, The Enchanted Inland. By
Idw S. Ellie.

5 Jack Eerkeweyin Row York. By Breeehridge
Hemynz- . '

87 The Husear Captain: or. The Hermit 0! Hell
Gate. By 001. Prentiss Ingrahnm.

I Deadwood Dick in leedviile- or A Strange
Stroke for Liberty. By until 1. Wheeler.

89 Bill Biddon, Tm r, or. Life in the Northweet.
By Edward 6.

00 Ti , the Tenn: or,The You Champion.
Bypaorge Gleason. 1"

91 MuetengSam,the King of the Plains. ByJoe.
E. Badger, Jr.

92 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, the Red Piratee oi
the Carihheee. By Samuel W. Pearce.

93 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy; or. The Myetery of
the Stronghold. By Char _ee Merrie.

94 Deadwood Dick ea Detective. By E. 1.. Wheeler.

95 Buck Buckrun: or, Bees the Female Trepper.
By Captain J. F. 0. Adams.

96 Gilt-Edged Dick. By Edde L. Wheeler.

WTheBlhckSteedotther-eiriee. ByJemeeI.
Bowen.

08 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe.
By Juan Lewis.

“Bonanza BilLthe Man Tucker; orlthe Secret
Twelve. By E. L. Wheeler.

100 Net Todd- or, The Fete of the Sioux Captive.

By E. 3. film. I
101 During De the Young Beer Killer: or, The
Trail of the‘Bbrder Wolf. By Barry St. George.
103 The Yellow Chief or, The Belt-Blood‘e Ven-
geance. By Capt. fieyne Reid.
108 Chip, the Girl Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler.
104 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk. the Old
Tar. By Roger Sterhuck.

105 Handsome Harry, the Bootth Detective. By
' Charlee Kerrie.
106 Nightmwk Kit: or. The Daughter of the Ranch.
By Joseph E. Badger. Jr. ~

107 Jack'Eoyle'e Lead; or, The Road to Form
By Edward L. Wheels.

 

I“ Mounth th White
T. G h t, 9 Mmhnger. By

1“ The Branded Hend- or, Th

By Frank Dumont. ' ° m " "Wm"
110 The Dread Rider or The T

George W. Browne. ' em mm B,
111 BouBo theKin; of Bootbilckl.

L. Wheelier. 3’ “mud
112 The Helpleae Hand. By Capt. Mayne Reid.
113 gist-Faced Son]. the Silent Hunter. By Oil

114 Pinei Paul. the Mountain Boy. By T. C. Her-
he‘ll

115 Deadwood Dick‘- Double‘ or The Ghoet of Go -
gon'e Gulch. By Edward 1.. Wheeler. r

116JabeeCofl1n, Ski ' or, Loot inthePihr
Regionl. By Caps? tteker. o

infancyhenkot Colorado' 0, ppul
mm. By“BufleloBilL" ' r m m

118 Will Wild the The
nin; Hand. y Chen. M0

119 Bionde Biii‘ or. Deadwood Diek'e Home Beee.
By Edde '1. color.

120 Gopher Gid, the Boy Trapper. By T. 0. Her-
heuzh.

131 He Armstron , the Captain of the Club.
Breeewbridg'e Helgyng, (Jack Herkawey). 8’

ill The Hunted Hunter“ or, The Strange Hornemen
ofthePreirle. Bynidwmamnn.

in Solid Sun, the Boy Road-Agent. By new-rd L.
Wheeler.

1M Jud Lynch, Jr.; or. The Boy Vigilante. By T.
0. haugh.

1! The Land Pirate-- or, The home of Devil'
Blend. By Capt. hieyno Reid. ’

1% Blue Blaaer or The Breek 0’ be no :
BockyBer. ’Byi‘nnknumonz. ’ " °

127 Ton Fox, the Ferret; or, Boee Boh'e Bone Job.
By werd Io. Wheeler.

me Will Wildflre’u Booer‘ or Winning Again-t Odds.
ByCheriee Morris. ‘ ’

129 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. By Oil Coomee.

180 Gold Tri er, the Sport; or. The Girl Avenger-e.
By T. C. arbeugh.

e of Gold- or Deadwood Dick‘-

ul  By Edward L. Wheeler. mg

m Dainty lance, the Boy Sport. By Joseph I.
Badger, Jr.

188 Wildinre, the Bone 01 the Road. By Frank Dn-
men

hhred; or, The Win—

134 Mike Merry. the Harbor Police Boy. By Ghee.
Morris.

135 Deadwood Dick 0! Dea‘wood' or. The Picked
Party. By Edward L. Wheeler:

1815 Old Rube, the Hunter. By Capt. Hamilton
Holmes.

181 Dandy Rock, the Men from Texan. By G.
- Waldo Browne.

uh Bob Beckett, the Boy Dodger. By Chan. lion-h.

189 The Black Giant; or Deinty Lance in Jeopardy.
By Joe. r. Badger, Jr.

140 Captain Arizona, the King Pin of Road-Agent;
By Philip S. Warne. I new 8

III New k N the Boy-air ye. y
E. L. 

149 Little Texee. the Young Muetenzer. By on
000mm.

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'14: Little Grit. the Wild Rider. By 001. Brendan-
graham.

m The Tiger of Taco: or. Wild Kate, Dandy Book's
AngeL By Geo, Waldo Browne. .

146 The Cattle King; or, Cortlne's Bight Bow . By
Frank Dumont.

14‘? Nobby Nick of Nevada' or, the Scamp. of the
Sierras. By Edward L. Wheeler.

148 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the Wallflower of the
Rockies. By Harry St. George.

149 Bob Beckett, the Bank Runner. By Charles
Morris.

1150 The Mad Miner; or, Dandy Beck’s Doom. By
G. Waldo Browne.

ill The See. Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. By 001.
Prentiss Ingrehem.

in Dand Derke' or The Tigers of h Pine.
W. BLy Eyster: ' me By

in Wild bank, the Buckskin Bravo. I. L
Wheeler. By

154 The Bo Trailers; or, D Lance on the War-
Path. y Joe. E. Badger. r.

156 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit. By Col. Prentiss
Ingrahem.

150' wm Wildfire in the Woods. By 0. Moms.
15'! bN‘ed 'hl'emple. the Border Boy. By T. 0. Ear-
ug .

its Deadwood Dick’s Doom: or. Calamity Jane's
Last Adventure. By E. L. Wheeler.

159 Potent-Leather Joe’s Defeat; or, The Lady
Road-Agent. By Philip S. Werne.

160 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhecker; or, The
Doomed Thirteen. By Col. P. Ingraham.

101 Bob Beckett, the Cracksmsn. By 0. Morris.

169 Little Hurricane, the Boy Ceptein. By Oil
' 00011195.

163 Deadwood Dick‘s Dream' or the Rivals of
Road. Byll. L. Wheeler.‘ ' a"

1M Tornado Torn; Ohhhfllln Jack from Bed Gore.

By T. O. Berbeug

165 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Guide. By
Col. P. Ingreham.

1% Will Wildfire Wins end Loses; or, “A Trump
Card." By Charles Morris.

10! Dend Rock's Pl e' or, Hunted to Death.
George W. Brows}? ' By

168 Deadwood Dick‘s Werd- or, The Black Hills
Jeeebel. By Edwerd L. eeler.

10! The Boy Champion. By lidwerd Willett.

170 Bob Beckett’s F ht tor me' or Shadow in
New York. Bygharles Mon-ii. ' ed

in Frank Morton, the Boy Hermles. By Oil
Goomes.

The Yankee Ranger: or, Dusky Darnell. By

Edwin Emerson.

1"?! Dick Dingle. Soout' or, The Frontier Angel.
I Edward S. Ellis. ’ 3’

m Dandy Rock’s Scheme; 0:; The Golden End.
By G. W. Browne. . .

175 The Arab Detective' or, Snooxer The Boy Slurp
By Edward L. Wheeler. ' x

1% Will Wfldflre’l Pluck; or. The Hidden Bend. By
Charles Morris.

177 TheBo Commander or. The Held 0! Perth.
By OolyPrentiss Inuit-n.

 

The W Hunter" or, The Mysteriesot Night
Island. By Burton Bate.

179 Dein Inner or The Mystic Marksman. By
lozenge: ’ '

. r.
150 The may Gold-Hunter; or, Navajo Nick’s Scout.
By T. Herbaugh.

181 TheSoapezreoeSon. Maurie-Morris.

182 The Den-Skinned Scent; or TheFreeboo
or the Mississippi. By Heat. (:01. Hazeltlne.

183 Jsbeu D Detective' or The Hermit Tre. er.
3’0“ 3“. s I DP

ters

184 Featherweight, the Boy Spy. By Ed. Willett.
185 Bison Bi the Overland Prince. By 001. From
ties In in.

186 Deinty Lenee endmsPerd. By J. I. Badger, Jr.

137 The Trafped Ti King; or, Dark Paul‘s Plot.
By Cher es Mo

188The Ventrilo st Detective. ABomenee o!
Rogues. By

ward L. Wheeler.

189 OldBoc ’s Bo ' or. Bonito the You Mus-
tang-Brefier. £31m. Sam. 8'. Hedi. "g

190 Sim Simpkins Scout' or, The Faithful Mountain
Mastic. By James L. Bowen.

191 band Rock‘s Blval; or, The Mysterious W l!
Rider? By Geo. Waldo Browne. 0

192 Hickory Earry' or RoaringBalph thethon
quilt. By Barry St. George. '

m Detective .ioeh Grim; or. The Young Gladiator‘s
Game. By Edward L. Wheeler.

194 Protpeet Pete, the Boy Miner. By Oil Ooomes.

195 The Tendertoot Trailer: or. Plueky Phil, of the
Mountain. By T. O. Berbeugh.

196 The Dandy Detective- or, The Abducted Boy .
Mystery. By Charles orris.

I?! Be ,the Youn Cattle King- or. The Ten
Spgrt Unmesk By Col. Pre'um lngrahem. a

198 Eben Dan’s Mask: or. The Rival We. oz
the nee. ByFrenkDumont.

199 Dictionary Net, Detective; or. Bill Bravo, the
r Tamer. By . C. Herbeuzh.

200 The Twin Horsemen: or, The Brothers of the
Plumed Lance. By Capt. Frederick W.

201 Dandy Duke's Pards; or. The Herb of High
Pine. By Wm. B. yster.

sue Tom thon Tiger; er,me By
011 doom 

‘aoe Sam,the Oihce Boy; er,The TehlesTarned. By
Charles Morris. '

em The Young Cowboy; or, The Girl Tniler's Tri-
umph. By Col. Prentiss Ingrshsm.

me The Frontier Detective; or, enema-name.
By E. L. Wheeler.

mwmeeLib 'or.theBoy .DyT.
:1. thing. Ally O,
mxenmekTeIhot’sBendzor,‘l'heBedLaese By
OeptainflarkWilton.
Tom's Castle Hystery- or, Dash!
emulate. ByOllOoomes.’ n‘

we The Messenger-Boy Detective: or The Times
rm womb-Mona ‘ ,

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210 The Hunchback of the Mines: or. Reckless
Ralph, the Road-Agent. By Jos. E. Badger. Jr.

211 Little Giant and His Band; or Despard, the
Duelist. By P. S. Warns.

21.? The Jimtown S rt; or, Gypsy Jack in Colorado.
By E L. Whee er.

213 The Pirate’s Prize; or. The. Mysterious Yankee
Schooner. By C. Dunning Clark.

214 Dandy Dave. or Shasta; or. The ‘Frisco Flash 0’
Lightning. By T. C. Harbaugh.

215 Daring Dan. the Ranger; or. The Denver Detec-
tive. By OllCoomes,

216 The Cowbo Captain; 01'. Ranger Ralph’s Ruin.
By Colonel entiss Ingraham.

217 Bald Head of the Rockies; or. The Ang‘l of the
Range. By Major Sam S. Hall.

218 The Miner S rt; or. Sugar-Coated Sam‘s Claim.
By Edward . iii healer.

219 Buck. the Detective; or, Paul. the Boy Pard. By
Albert W. Aiken.

220 Crack-Shot Frank; or, Bill Bounce, the Moun-
tain Bravo. By Charles Morris. .

22: Merle the Middy: or. A Wait of the Waves. By
Colonel Prentiss Ingraham.

222 Rosebud Ben's Boys; or. The’Young Prairie
Rangers. By Oll Coomes.

223 Gold Conrad's Watch-Dogs; or. The Two Pards
of Vulture Bar. By T. C. Harbeugh.

2%. Frisky Fe true, the New York Boy. Bv G. L.
Aiken.

225 Dick Drew. the Miner‘s Son; or, A ollo Bill, the
Rood-Agent. By Edward L. Whee er.

226 Dakota Dick in Chicago; or, Jack, the Old Tar.
By Charles Morris.

227 Merle. the Boy Cruiser; or. Brandt. the Buc-
caneer. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham.

228 The Preacher Detective; or, The Boy Ventrllo-
qulst. By 011 Coomes. ; ’

229 Old Hickory's Grit. By John J. Marshall.

230 The Three Boy Sports; or. The Sword Hunters.
By Captain Frederick Whittaker.

281 Sierra. Sam, the Detective. By Ed. L. Wheeler.

232 Merle Monte’s Treasure; or. Buccaneer Brandt‘s
Threat. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.

233 Ronky Rover Kit; or. Davy Crockett’s Crooked
Trail. By Ensign C. D. Warren.

234'Baldy. the Miner Chief. By Capt. J. F. C.
Adams. ' ' r

235 Jack Stump’s Cruise; or. The Montpelier’s Muti-
ueers. By Roger Starbuck. A

236 Sierra Sam‘s Double; or. The Three Female De-
tectives. By E i. L. Wh: eler.

237 Newsboy Ned. Detective; or. Two Philadel hia
Gamins. By Charles Morris. p

288 Merle Monte‘o S‘ea—Scra r; or. Little Belt’s
Droll Disguise. By Col. remiss Ingraham.

239 Ben‘s Bis: Boom' or, The Boss Miner's League.
By Capt. Mark Wilton.

240 Sharp Shot Mike: or, Columbia Jim onthe War-
Path. By 01] Coomes.

241 Sierra Sam’s Saute ce:_ or. Little Luck at Rough
Ranch. By Edwar L. Wheeler.

242 The Denver Detective: or. Daintyfnot at Gold
Gulch. By'l‘. C. Harbaugh.

21:3 Dutch San‘s Dllemma- . or. The Mysterious
Mountain Monster. By Maj. L. W. Carson.

 

24% Merle Monte’s Disguise; or. The Capture of
Brandt, the Buccaneer. By 001. Prentiss In-
graham.

245 B ldy‘s Boy Partner; or, Young Bralner.i’s
steam Man. By Edward 8. Ellis,

246 Detective Keen’s Apprentice: or, James Jumper
the New York Gamin. By Charles MOI'I'IS.

217 The Girl Sport; or, Jumbo Joe's Disguise. By
Edward L. Wheeler.

248 Giant George’s Pard; or, Arizona Jack, the
Tenderfoot. By Buckskin Sam.

249 Ranch Rob’s Wild Ride; or, Old Winch The
Rifle King. By T. C. Harbaugh.

250 Merle Monte‘s Pardon; or. The Pirate Chief’s
Doom. By 001. Prentiss Ingraham.

251 The Deaf Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp.
By Edward Willett.

252 Denver Doll‘s Device: or. The Detective Queen.
By Edward L. Wheeler.

5253 The 130 Tender-foot: or. Roaring Ben Bundy of
Colora o. By Capt. Mark Wilton.

254 Black Hills Ben; or, Dutch Jan on the War
Path. By Maj. Lewis W. Carson.

255 Jolly Jim, Detective; or. The Young Protege's
Victory. By Charles Morris.

256 Mtrle Monte‘s Lflst Cruise; or. The SeaR bbor
at Bay. By Col. Prentiss lngraham.

257 The Boy Chief of RockyPass; or, The. Ymm’;
California Yards. By Ma]. E. ‘L. St. Vram.

258 Denver Doll as Detective. By E. L. Whe her

250 L'ttl': Foxeye. the Colorado Spy. By Oll
Comes. I

$0 Skit, the Cabin Boy. By Edward Willeit.

261 Bl‘do. the Sport. or, the Giant of Clear Grit
Camp. By T. C. Harbaugh.

252 Billy. the Boy Rover; or, Terror Tom of Texas.
By 001. P. Ingraham.

263 Buster Bob’s Buoy; or. ngo. the Light-House
Keeper. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams.

264 Denver Doll‘s Partner; or, Big Buckskin the
Sport. ByE. L. Wheeler.

265 Billy. the Baggage Bo ; or. The Young Railroad
Detective. . By Char es Morris.
Ready February 6.

266 Guy‘s Boy Chum; or, The Forest Waif‘s Mask
By Capt. Comstock. \- '
Ready February 13.

267 Giant George's Revenge' or, The Boys at “Slip
up Mine." 'By Bucks 11 Sam;
Ready February 20.

268 The Dead shot Dandy; or. The Rio Grande
Marauders. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.
Ready Febmary 21. , .

209 The

uartzville Boss; or, Daring David Darko.
By ward'Willett.
’ Ready March ti. ‘

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