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Decoy message, or, The ruse of the border jumpers
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EVERY SCOUT" SHOULD READ"tTHIS -\ QL-O..N_EL J'PENCE .R. DAIR DeCOY

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BY C 'OLONEL SPE 'NCER VOl. I lj ; THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO,MPABY, CLEYEUJD, OHIO: U, S, I, Published Weekly. By Subscription, $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. *; ; II 9 <;op)'riBht, 1911, by TIle .Arthur WOftbrook Campanl!. '( By COL. SPENCER DAIR PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. JACK ST1!:WARl', AI,JAS JACQUES splendid type of the PAUL VANCE-An American Mounted Scollt with great the Sco ut)!, whose lusty delight in battle, lind whose jaw ite of' and Wing Tung,-although accomplished from his lust beautiful Marie Falloux is a picture of heroic, fighting, fOf. gold, made a happ y tinge to the somber cloud that young American manhood.' settled over the li ves of some of the red-blood characters MARIE FALL9ux-Hazd-eyed, regular of feature, perfect of in this story. form, s he is a demon in wQmanhoqd. She is the real PIG-FACED a class by himself, unfortunate at brains of the renegade gang at Line City, and the, story birth, but who bore his troubles like a man, and played a of her trickery, her/ brayery, her deviljghness, with now man's part all through these interesting pages. and then a true feminine charm, is now a part' of the MRS. HENRI FALLoux-A woman of mystery, whose sad story history of the up-rooting of the greatest gang of des1 of man ls inhumanity to women makes countless thousperadoes, the \Vest has knoW? in many years. ands mourn. I HENRI FALLOux-A French-C<).nadmn, who has l!een a lawyer, real estate dealer, millionaire, but whq for led the STRONG-HA-ND-A piratical, thieving pog-Rib renegade of an Falloux band of and whose death makes a Indian. dramatic picture in the crimson flow ebbed about BROKENWING-A Bog-Rib Indian the embodim:nt of the despera te men he had gathered together. treachery. CHAPTE, R 1. FLIRTING WITH DEATH. J It's a boat sure, '1 will risk a shot at it anyhow." Sergeant Jac?tewart., of .the American MQunted Scouts, muttered these words as h'e aimed at a huge l black hulk, that could be dimly seen floating in the waters of the Red River on the border line separating the United States from Canada. .. Sergeant Stewart was standing on the American of the river as lie spoke. Dimly in the distance the,iCanadian shore showed dark and bleak on the horizon. -I'

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I. 2 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The roar of the riRe the Scout carried broke the And Jack Stewart-"followed the watch-word to the stillness. limit. The flame from the w,eapon made a sudden flare of After listening an10ment Stewart blew a soft note light in the pitchy darkness. again, upon his ,silver whistre. Then there a cry of pain which oyet: Soft as was the sound it was quickly {ollowed by the wide river. a. second n.ote, from another' whist!e. "I got someone that shot," Stewart. "I hope "Where did that sound come from?" said Stewart I Hit Henri F:.alloux, that infernal French-Canadian to his horse. "Confound these nights up here on leader of the Border Jumpers." I the 'Canadian and. Dakota border 1ine. They The sound of oars being propelled through the water are so clear that sound, to come from every at quick speed came to the ears' of the Scout. point of the eomp'ass at once." He -peered thro\lg.h the darkness. Ste}Vart again..1istened long. "They are getting away from me," Stewar t said. "Who!, Who! : Well, better luck next time: But I feel sure that I Again came .to his anxious ear the long note of the hit sonlyone, th'at shot, That cryi pain tqld its own whistle his note'had called into activity. story." Then there came the soft tramp of a walking horse Stewart 'threw the cartridge out of his rifle 'with coming forward from over the prairie-like bottom land a gesture. He turned to his horse who stood tqat skirted the noble Red River. near ) not at all dismayed by the shot, and gave a low Stewart hitched his revolver from his right hip for note on a silver whistle that he carried by a string ward, but merely in a precautionary way. He felt about his neck. I sure that the approaching' horse bore a friend. The intellig' ent animal, a beautiful bay steed of fire But he cried sharply in an undertone-and force" turned he the signal and hur::: Halt! ried to his r,ider. The advancing horse stopped immediately,'but his "Good old chap, fine old Don," said Stewaft softly impatient hoofs could be heard pawing the earth. as he fondled the splendid animal and gave it a l ,ump "Having halted me, is it your intention to shoot of sugar. me?" soft, but rather angry voice out of the The 'horse champed the m:ors'el and awaited' darkness. the attempt of his rider to mount. "That isn't you, is it, Paul?" But Stewart was in no hurry. "Not to any absolute extent." He kept straining his eyes toward the river in hope There was a mocking ring in the voice. of (hearing again the muffled stroke of oars. "Hey, Vance is that you?" insisted Stewart. "I not swim after the boat," Stew'art muttered "Again must I tell you that my name isn't Paul not my night for flying-well, I the nor is it Vance, and I am willing to add that eithe; thing to do is to ride onward." name wouldn't fit me because you see-" Stewart wore, the : summ 'er ,of the American .cri,ed as' he interrupted the Scouts, of kahaki, with a wide-brimmed soft speaRer, If It 1sn t a girl!" felt hat of. gray, ; around his waist wa"s a cartridge belt, ." I it. With sack-cloth and in ashes I admit stuffed w1th deadly looking cQnical in shiningIt. I dldn t want to be born a girl, but I was-and copper tubes.' you are; I mean here I am." At each hip swung a huge Army revolver a 45 by Stewart was sure that he was not sorry to see the the way; a second belt swept from shoulder' to girl. She was an absolutely pleasing personage of d.er, .bearing. the cartridges for Stewart's rifle; the twenty.years?f age; with ash brown hair, and a very ntle Itself being US1.1ally carried strapped to the 'shoul-expressl."e pair 9 f hazel eyes, which were twinkling der. wIth mirth as she. spoke. The rapidly rising moon H h b ' ". revealed ,these facts to Stewart. 19 oots, WIth a Spanish spur attached to each S heel; a great of blankets on the haunches of the tewart noN.ced further that the girl carried two horse; a lasso, a tiny pair of saddle-hags bearing a fine rFolvers 111 her saddle-holsters with two others trifle of flour, some odds and ends, and Stewart, who around her slender waist, and that she was dressed in was expect d t b' t' th 'ld h a brown, short-skirted ridinosuit rode ast'd t I e a su 111 e wIse traversed upon I b d fl' l:>, n e In rue hiS 0 t k h' or er as 110n, and was laughing at h' wn exper mar smans 1P, wa:s ready for-his -daily 'bl 1m qUite per-tOIl. ceptl y as she sat on her h.orse watchin him with frank amazement. g The-watch-word qf the American Scouts told what "D his duty each day would be. a you usually run around in the n' ht 'th f abl t h Ig WI our This is the watch-word: "Waste No Words h e guns a tac to your pleasing self, or to the able V r' I A and o,r,se y.ou are nd1ng?" querl'ed Jack. ery ,Itt e mmunitioQ." I nde when and where I choose" replied the girl

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---..!!:-.... .. -) THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 as she drew tli e finely arched eye-brows over her changeful eyes in a fit of anger, I \1se the guns henever I think it necessary." ,Do not think necessary," replied Stewart with the same note 01 mockery in his voice as ;tlie girl so recently had accorded him. "Why should we quar reI? " Goodness knows I don't wish to quarrel. It is not any)Vay, quarrelling. Let's be' friends." "With pleasure, but at the same time would you mind' teJling me, how you managed to get here, far from anywhere in particular, alone, at this hour of the nIght? '.' Simple as can be. I am here not because I wish to be but bec3iuse J have my way." "What was you way?" I The trail to Line City." "To Line City; where is Line City? " I don't know. If'I did I wollld not be here talking to you." \ wine, and handed them all to the girl, who sat only a few feet away on her horse, in easy reach. \ "Don't be an, angel," cried Stewart. "I do not know to talk to angels.' : The girl g rasped the food eagerly. "I never heard a male angel described, but they surely must look like you." The girl ate her portion with the appetite of a per fectly healthy young woman in a starving state. "You see, she finally said, "this straightens up the situation remarkably. I don't feel that life in Line City is worth leaving as much as I did fifteen minutes ago " "But we' find the trail to Line City":"then what?" ( I will follow it to my -home." Always liye in, Line City? "Yep." ., "Born there?" "Yep." "I never heard of Line City. "Father alive?" "Nor did anyone else but me, the seven other white "Yep." people that live there, the seventy or -eighty. China' Mother alive?" men, a few Indians, about forty dogs, and a fair sprinkling of cats." The girl was laughing inwardly Stewart saw. Then there is such place as Line City?" "Cdme around some day," she added. will let "Surely. It started two years ago to be the great you look at all the family portraits in our album-metropolis of this part of the world. It got its name say we have a love,ly album." because it's on the border between Uncle Sam and The girl then began cross questioning Stewart. King George, of England. It was to be the "Where are.,you from?" Line City." "Grand Forks, North Dakota." But what has happened t.o it?" "You wear the uniform of an American Mounted It kind of petered out. Didn't assay up to stand-Scout." / ard. Was mostly tailings and the ore wasn't what she The girl's face was filled with suspicion ought to was.", "You men'are tae guardians of the border-mounted It kinder ,slumped, eh?" "Y"s. There's nothing there now but one. socustom house officers among other she added. Yes." called-hotel, one so'-called-grocery-store-butcher-.shop, "You make a lot of trouble out here." a saloon, and one shack, or so, devoted to our red and j "Only for those who are criminals." yellow friends." Ah." Meaning Chinamen and Indians;" Chinks and Redders; < we call 'em out here." The girl passed into a 11'rown-study. Her face Good name for them, at that. But how dO' the seemed to be trying to keep from expressing a puzzl-Chinks and ReddHs get a living? thought. 'The good Lord alone knows; I don't. They seem I do not like the Mounted Scouts,"\ she finally re. marked. to get one; that is aU I know. I'm so much inter, l' d "Why not?" e sted in Indians and Chinamen, as to try ,an pry mto their private lives." Some day I wiil tell you." Stewart grinned. ,'J-t: Her fearless hazel eyes looked deep into Stewart's How do you live?" brown cines. There was in the girl's eyes a subtle By eating, drinking-water, and sleepipg, the same challenge a s you do. 'Honest I'm no angel." "Any d ay," rejoined Stewart. "I am ready, any b I" da"."-" If y ou are one you're a su stantla one. J A But I will be on(! .if I don't get some food. I The girl laughed with a little catch behind the haven't eaten since sun up." lattgh ter that was almost a sob. Stewart down into his He fished "See," she cried, "the moon is rising, yes, there it some smoked antelope, some bread, a flask of \is,' the inconstant moon.' And here come s your part, t

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AMERICAN INDIAN WEE;KL Y. ner the Vance, vou insisted I was, befd f e you" Yes." , " "W 11 h t j knew tHat I was just plain : ," t e, w a \ ,t1ex ( . ,There a guick th.e, gir}:s D,o you we. a swell of winning bronch ; o j ,she was gP'1e a dream,In a gfeat whlr! a p i r y'otlr ,bemg taken : n by that of dtl'st just $ "'Vance trotted into sigh:t over a near-by ;1 : What has that 'pretty, refitled girl, got to do with , TJ< 'C" 11 ? r Knoll j n the ri .. er bottom. ,uenr r a OUX:., turned, iIJ his saddle as t1;,e"female whirhyind "0)1, Ql11y is, his. daughter : Marie Falloux, o him. I'l she has put l!P this game on you, my boy. She IS He gazed after the hurrymg figure. w i se as a se rl?ent and not by any means as Then he trotted his hotse 0l1ward to Stewart. as the dove. She is a dead shot, a woman of brams, ,Vance said cordia By. , a daring rider, devoted to her father', and you could ': Hello," replied Stewar t ' not 'Jose her bIind'folded in these p,arts. She sold you :,' Chari-riing, giH, eh; for a a gold brick, got' near epough to know Ithat you were ,Eh? : f ,,'1' '0, an American Scout, got ,your alley quick, That's what." " fOUl (i Qut that r was with you, for she knows me well, is what?, "'; 'i t" and then, off she to tell her father, who will That shei,s a girl'':' hus tle any incriminating evidence about him; out of "Yes, she seemed to be She had lost her way." sight:' Oh, Jack, you sold out to. a pretty face and a WhG> had lost her way? pair of hazel eyes." "That girl." was the picture of mortification. me now. I begin to' understand. ou h I "Bytbuncier," he cried. "I guess you are ng t. meall the told you sne had lost her way." Yes, That is what she said; had her way ought not to b e e in the force." : from Line' a n d v,vas tryfng, to get bC).ck td the :rhen he gave an awful cry astonishment and frail leading ," i, rage. ,';, \ "WelI, ,if she: to get', back to "What is the matter?" rejoiped and had lost her :,way, why did she bolt so quickly -;:, The girl has got my wallet '!" when sJ1arp e yes across me, What? "How do I know?" .-"She has my wallet with the warrant for her "Of course you kp.ow. But she did." fa'fher's 'arrest in it. I had it in my saddle-bag. When Eh? I handed her the food, I must have accidently handed "She knew 'that J,!ck Stewart was new Mpunted h er the wallet." Scout on this, : patrol or wouldn't have given you -, '1 nut ,spurs to h is horse an'd dashed in the thi).t It in you, quickly: P F direction. the girl had disappeared. I don't unden stand." 'I' 'f" r:.:T Id 'd' 11 d V "h "r.f" '" t O l h L d h d W 'h' t -10 on ijou, 1 lOt, ye e ance, were are course no ,er w Y 0 as Ipg on ., . "'" you gOl11g' SerYIC e people take qn such chaps as raw, as ."" you ahd make 'em Scout,s, send 'em out here on T O get back my papers from that girl," yelled back bord,.er line, where .?e 'need experienced men-pow Stewart. 00n get mad, J
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. dismounted from his over its with his long rifle, at the girl. She got 1ack,': hissed Vance. "I'll get ,he r." ,. Who was th:e woman?" ,\ Marie I, The French-Canadian bandit's daughter? "The sail1e Vance tbok defldly aim. Then it' ail came back to Stewart. The scene CHAPTER II. JACK STl,<:WART's, which he playcid such 'a pitifully foolish part. girl wh9 had duped him ; it was Jl c!e ar. And the missing packet of papers? Stewart fen back in bed with a faint Cly. Vance rushed over and gave the patient a good stiff "bracer" of pure American whiskey. "'When is whjskey, not whiskey, apd where is it not whiskey,' may be vexing authoritie at / The, silken tustle -qf a wOlnan's gOW11 seemed to ton, but right here is where whiskey does the .most Jack Stewart, to be About the had heard good to ohe JacK Stewart," Vance calmly in many yeats. . as he saw the color r turning to Stewart's face. He felt weak; but he lid not know why. Stewart gasped once or twice, but the liquor had He was sore all' over his six feet of sinewy frame. braced him up wonderfully and he insisted in' ieam, But there still burned into his brain the of the ing more from Vance. woman, who had shot him, and her beautiful hazel "1 remember chasing after the girl when I found eyes. she had stolen my Stewart said, but I don't He beard the silken rustle of the woman's gown, remember her shooting me." he was sure, and he managed to raisehimseHoll one ,; You cfi\ln't 'have time to remember anything. She arm and look around.' just up when she found y
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THE, AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. \ "If you think I am going to let a girl of twenty years of age, if'She has te'n 1 bandit relations, take my papers, shoot me, and make a general idiot of rde" 1-ar(l mista, ken. OUD here from Washington to toot out tHis rob1:Jet;, gang. 'There isn't a it'that I won't arr est befor:e I quit." There was the ring of quiet purpose in Stewart's '\Ioice. Vance looked at him with added respect. Well, my lad, in the American Scouts, we think a seasoned old trooper like : 1 am, quite the equal of a young Sergeant lik,eyou, but old chap, liet me add that applaud your deter 'mination, and I for one am witH you heart and soPl. It-s' about lime that Fal-' loux's gang, and FaIIoux's daughter are suppressed .together." :" , "Shave me. Then I will tell you." It's a pop." Vance worked, with great haste. He gave a cry when he had cut off the superb beard of Stewart's. / ?"h 'duy "Why, how changed you e cne. our ace is funny. Your mouth turns. at t?e comers when your beard is off, and when It IS on It looks as if your mouth turned down. This absolutely' changes < your looks. Noone would you now." nodded. "That is why I asked you to shave me. This peculiar facial m'rnnerism has long been a perfect disguise for me. cut off my beard no oJ).e knows me who knew me when I wore it, and when I do not wear it no one knows me who knew me when I ".. \ "I 'make no war on a woman,' but, in this case, she Clidn't." '" Ii"es in the same legal tangle as lier father. As we can "I begin to see your plan." not s 'eparate them, you see, we must make hoth suffer, Yes." 'J "Yop are going to Line City, where the FaIIoux "That's the ticJers." they say in the big cities, < cut me heart like a knife.' "There isn't much to tell. Henri FaHoux is a ,Com1 over easy." ", French-Canadian. He has lived in Line City for 'Vance repressed an inclination to continue. many years. Just now when he is 'n't cattle stealing or "As to where arie got that whistle," he con-opium srfmggling, or holding up anyone he can and tinued, I don't know. knowing I can't say, but robbing them straight, he is engaged in border jump-my boy,. she is the swiftest thing you ever sawin ing." planning matters. They call it 'FaIloux's Robber"There are, many' varieties of border jumping; what 'Band' about here, but I suspect it snould read' Marie particular one does Falloux dea l in? FaIloux's Robber Band.' She's brains of the out"He a colony of Chinamen from Winnepeg, fit." over in Canada. Then he rushes them over the bor. Stewart stroked his long beard ashe spoke. Since der to Line City. 'He stakes them out there till some his iIlnds 'it had grown of size; before he of labor using companies in mines, in timber, was shot he had worn it cut English fashion. in roast building, in the thousand and one activities "Help me up," he ,said. of North Dakota, send to him for men. Then F1l11oux Vance assisted him to rise. '4 ." agrees to s .end, say, twenty Chinamen for fifty dolH Loan me your razors." latseach, at the prevailing wages." route?" asked Vance. "What's wrong with that?" :: want you to cut off my beard.' : "Nothing. So far Falloux is merely a labor agent. J But after the men get on this job at fifty per man, HIt's tli e beginning of our plot." one day tIre agent one' Falloux turns up missing; "Are you 01)t of your head?" l then one by one the Chinamen he has delivered tum a '," up missing. They have quietly' jumped the border' Then why' this barber-shop-like episode." to get out of arrest under our, Chinese exclusion act, t \

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 7 and turn of Vance to puzzle over the month ? new move t o make. His face was wreathed in smiles ., sandwiches? 'I finall y a nd he turn.ed to Stewa rt and asked him if he "I d o n t know, I do know however, that in two was stro n g enough to withstand a shock. w e e k s the first o f the month will be here, and I am Depends up o n the kind of a shock lau 'ghed Stew-g oi1;lg to Line City." art. "Wh a t kind do you propose to giv e me?" "What for?" Take it quick for here it goes-do you remember To e a t one of those s andwiches that pretty Marie the night yo u shot at a boat going up the Red River, F a U o u x so poody write s a b out, and to reco v er my suspecti n g it a boat of Henri Falloux s with conpapers. traband C hinamen a ooard?" \ \ la nce began whistling as he returned to the polish" Yes. I shot at a huge bulk in tbe darkness. There ing o f his,boots. was a cry o f pain and I felt sure I got my bullet into B ut h e e ast many admirin g glances at Ste w art who some Chink." l ay a sleep now, after his fatiguing' talk. Y 9U did." G osh! He's g o t s a nd," whispered V ance to him-self. How do you knoV\1? " Becau se I f ound the Chinaman s body." Where?' Floatin g on -the Red River a 7 out a mile from this c a mp." What did you do?" "Searche d t he body and turned it loose to float down-st r eam. I had no time to bury dead members -of Fallo1,lx's robber gang." W h a t did you find on the body?" Vance impressively produced a soiled water-stained letter fr o m the pocket of his co at. W ith a flourish he handed it to Stewart. It's a dirty looking Stewart replied as he -turn e d it over and over. "It doesl1't seem addressetr t o anyone." / No. So I saw." j Shall I read it? u 1 think you had better." Stewart broke the seal to the letter j it was sealed w i t h a r e d wafer iIi old iashioned style. Then. he laughed. I What makes you laugh?" " Read the letter." , \iVith a bewild&ed look Vance read. Then he also b urst into laughter.. l ... This i s what the letter saId: , CHAPTER III. FALL OUX PUTS ONE O VER. Row you yellow son of a thief." Henri Falloux stood in the center of his great boat, as it swung hard against the swift current of th.e Red River, in the early dawn of a wonderful day. Th e weather was s plendid j the soft haze of summer w as e verywhere j the air clear and bracing and Falloux was..in good humor. It had bee. n a record-breakil}g trip for him. He had three thousand pounds of opium on board his craft, which a wide, and with two' banks of oars on each side, manned by able bo
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THE AMERICA N INDIAN WEEKLY. h "Deef and dumb Ichap. I got him up' the River. men w h o h a d to enter Am e rica, and w a .' lId Was stone broke and made up the Border l.u'mp er s of the Falloux g ang; but Best s teersman ever la in addition was a little col o n y 9 t en new. China works c'heap." "Do thin k i t w ise to hire a stranger to come meh, .who", had l'lev e r set foo t ,in, A mer'ica b e f ore, but J,,,. w: 0 paid .. Falloux ) i ve H ollar s ea ch, fat' the aske d Marie. i ' 1 f b d d A Ie 1 : 6nsense t What' can he do?" pnVl 0 ecomm g U ,' en-mencans. k d So Falloux f e l t fine a s h e swor e a t his lusty rew. Marie did not answer. Instead s h e wal e over to "Fifty d o llar dis pou{; Diogo stood idly looking down into the water cried Falloux. I Ell; est e.t:c ellen ti." w ith his back' tiuned to her. T h e stalV\,';art yotln g stee rslT).a n w h o w:as deftly curvMarie spoke when was quite within a few inclfes ing 'the unw i e d l y b oa t hi t h e r a n d thi the r, t aking care of Jacques not to r e t ard the wo rk of t h e by m aking the Fathe r s h e cried. b o a t l ose way, nod ded and smiled., Old Falloux turned quickly when he heard his 100ked at I}i m with a n a n sw erin g smile',', daughter s voice. Eu t she was not attending to h im,
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 9 . gan. a stra n g e conversation in writing, in a strange sit u a t io n a bandits' can.'lp, far out from in a tmy h amlet; strangely bearing the name pf City." "Wh ere are you from ? wrote Matie. r a m Mr. No One from Nowhere," was the swiftly written t e ply. < Police?" Partially. " Shooti ng? " Yes." Wher e?" New York." "I thought your name was Jacques Diogo." As w ell that as other." We d on't care .for ,names out here." "That is why I came here, I want to use any name any time ,and y e t no one will care!' ).Iarie speculated' over the answers to her cross and direct examination and then continued: "vVhy did yo u ship with Pop?" "Is Mr . Falloux your father?" l\fari e no d d ed in the affirmative. Diogo w atched her quietly. Then lie w rote her his answer. Beca. u s e r needed the, money. Any-019-ship that would get out of way, and would ,give me food a n d drink and a place to sleep, for my labor was good enough for me, when your father said he wanted a steersman." How did you know enough about Red River traf fic to stee r a boat up it from the Canadian border, if you r ecentl y came from New York?" wrote Marie. D i ogo l a ughed with the joy of a young lllan who sees a clev e r girl trying to down his You a re a bright girl," he wrote. "A v1(l" bright girl. If r was an Indian Chief or Medicine Ma I 'J "By George," the young man said in the unmistakable accents on Jack Stewart, Sergeant in the American Mounted Scouts. "Marie Falloux did, not write that note about the 'sandwiches,' that is dead sure. r won1,er if thi note i'i a decoy message 'I Jack Stewart had kept his word. He was within the dreaded home of ;Henri Falloux, the renegade, and his band of outlaws. Would Jack Stewart recover his stolen papers? Or was a death in terrible torment to be his portion? For discovery in the camp of Henri F a lloux, would not mean an easy death Stewart well knew. I'Marie is a bright girl said' Stewart half aloud in spite of the risk of being overheard. I fooled her that trip, however, quite as well as she fooled me under the brightness of the rising moon." Stewart lapsed intp silence. His meditq.tions were interrupted by the quick s ound of a rifle sh q t proceeding from the shore. Then he saw Mari e Falloux rush down pier with a bright revolver in her II What is the matter? almost came to the lips of Ste wart; hut just i,n time he remembered his role of a de a f young man, and sank back to his m,!sing attitude when th' e shot rang out Other shots followed. Tllen came sc reams and cries. But true to his part, Jack Stewart \ CHAPTER IV. THE" GANG'S UP." would name you f Pretty Long Pencil.' " I \Vith this rebuke Diogo bowed with much cereMarie Falloux dashed directly at Jack Stewart, alias many, a nd waUept walked r little French word. slowl y ash o re, and retraced her step$ up the lpng Oh this idi o t is de'<,lf. I suppose he ha,a n't heard pier the infernal racket t11Qse yellow dogs ar ; ma kipg." I neve r w a s so insulted. in m y life .,' she Marie then wrote rapidly on a bit of paper softly to her se lf. "Of all the impudent, fresh, young T he Gang's up. Help me/' she wrot e rapidly and Fly-by-Ni gh t men I ever met, that chap is a premthen shov,ed her missi v e directly at the so-called innl \vin ner ." Diogo. The girl walked further. I Di ogo came to earth with remarkab:l e swiftness. But he l ook s to -me on the level," she fi'nally ejacHere was just the chance he wantedl to impress on ulated. the Falloux's his' great bravery and his desire to aid Jac que s Diogo, Soldier of Fottune, p-teal,1while was them. covertly e x am}ning tne scraps of paper which he had is a game, after all,: thought see n Ma rie Falloux write. the young Scout, as he ran directly: toward a cluster

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,i/c I" THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKEY. k, ., .. '. d .. rooln used as a sleeping o i men. "If, I land the g a ng of, des-: was on l y a square Ire ')' of the Falloux outlaw p erad o s f hey will la n d me' " ".' place f o r the Tesser members So' w it h 1:lis 1 w eap,on full c ock, Diogo) as he c amp. ', mo. ve, which had been known dashed ,ahead 'an x ious to join the fJay. '., 1 ,l"he Scoutsa:w a fOrm .A oHnrl like the swj'ff )explosion, oJ a packa e ,of, crouchi n g under the table.. h f h' fire -cracJ{'ers t ied tip. Ican: came,.frGm a low' Come out of there, qUIck," was.on t. e t.Ip 0 IS bui l ding a t Diogo's right. f f O i1O'u'e but the Scout remembered Just 10 that the Scout ran, Ii, he be_ a mute, and so he threatemngly As h e approached he saw three Chinamen, their waved his revolver.' h ands t ucked under fheir blouses, run out cSf the aoor \00' little man" so ,frightened that when ,and scuttle rapip l x a\vay toward th. e fringe of woods. He was vanked out from under the table by the strong back f rom fhe hau!je arm 'of the Scout, coulo only roll up his eyes and' gasp, I H ardly had they .'dis appeared wheJI a third Cltina-was :the proceeds of the Scout's attempt to get some man sta g g 'ered oU1d roni one hand clutching fa cts froIII the moving form. at a bull e t in his abdo men. ,<".' W'. ',' Thh nder," though, t the Scout t? "What The man stag mg, whIc h w a s bardly mo.e than a hut. .fl' Yh' h I d head when he heard a A cross the door sill lay the b ody of a dead...white scratc mg ,IS puzz e m a n .... smothered laugh , 'Th S,' b . 'He faced about the wrong way well knowing that ec;out was a Ie to IdentIfy;, It as that of ' q. .. tlitig : .. ,." Just, t;0:W to f,!-ce the nght war would be his death , "Ral f Indian" half thought th e warrant. ... "., MiglitY'n'lea.n, com1;>inati ? n ; b u t S?on a har:d on hIS sh,oulder g:tve hIm the opporh I s 'tro ubles . got a Shot petween Jhe eyes."', tumty to turn, for .he well thatthe laughter The re was' anotlier Chinciman over a table,' came from the red bps o.f Falloux. the Scout s a'Y, and it only a glance The SCO?t found the gIrl yvntmg a note f?r h!s eye, t o see that the man was dying. :;as the as If had been 10 a you!lg Be e n a h Q t little scrap" ..thought the Scout as he laches semmary, wntmg a pohte note to a pqltte g lanced about. : .,. friend. ... The re w a s little ,q'Uesti'on that he was i-ight. l The Scout c!mld "not hetp admiring the girl. ; On t!:Ie floor of.the untidy room were the weapons qu.ite a scrap, Marie wrote. U Where did t h a t im1st h a y e beell' llsed in fight. ,I ,':_yOl1 dig up Pig-Faced Butts?" A bi g rev,ol ver, w ith si'Xi chambers exploded lay in. I "Neat' scrap,,'" wrote the Scout in return. U I dug ; ,rie al' the door : heavy' revotver; your Pi g g y fri end out from under the table." w i th j eha:mt)ers" each 1;>,ein g a long bar Anything else to me?" wrote the girl. g un 'Of tl;1e type favored bYJ' Chmese gun-fighters . The Scout shrugged hIS shQulders. "Hum," ,said t,he Scout.fo himself.' "I, wonder, Then with 0ut a written word he laid in the girl's what all the fight \Vas about?" white' hand the papers he had taken from the dead A pack of cards, of American make thrown down. Chil1aman. save the one he had secreted in the lining aimle ss l y a whiskey bottle with a Canadian label, and' of his hat. oJ a l i ttl e pile o f g;>1d coins, might have been the cause' Marie gave the Scout a glance of shrewd of the . Th h d '\ B t th S t d'd t thO k h kl d en s e examme the papers carefully. HIS face was . u e cou 1)10 lTI so; e qUlc y counte l'k k N h' t f h I' Id th Id nd f .>r d I f d 'l1 th J : 1 f ,Ie a mas ',' 0 10 0 er mner specu atlOns cou g-o ,J, a oun. on y;t ew 0 e pI e : be, read by the eyes of the Scout. Ten cover tqat I?Ile, thouglit tbe '. Marte then wrbte rapidly her Sco u;. No,' t?}S fight wa s "too for th;rt. !t WHy did you give me the, papers?" read C::tewart. wasn t that: cash. they were figl'itmg over. Money "Why I" he .. t' t " Th' t 'tH' t4' Th' d"',., ,w.o e In re urn. ey comes 0 IS pre eas l y. . ey are use to, yours not mine.... rea l m Ol)ey of Size; rrught have caused / D'd d h trouble' not-tens" I you rea t e papers r , "Wh h .... ld I? T hen the Scdut sniffe,d th e air. Y s ou < said . "Opium." . are ImpQrtant to me-to' us here in 'Then the gJanced stealthily aQout. City. fall out," he muttered' "Fight over T.he SCOJ,lt shrugged hIS shoulders as he handed s m uggling profits, I r,ather fancy." .' pack, his ansyver. }' The S<;0ut ran through the package of l?ilper; he. M a rie did not write anything further. But with had taken from the dead Chinaman, then abstraCted averted face she 10Qke'd over the pap'ers and then with one, whk; qU,ickly vanisl1e.d in .,the lining of his hat Mad bent started thoughtfully for the boat the Scout a pretty safe ,to and ,\ilspecting t'hat she was ,g9ing to papers to tHen he t urned to' leave the fettd hole, which he saw lier father. , .. 1-. ..... '. ","

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_ -__ ---_;. r. _.,. ."'_ .... THE AMERICA N INDIAN WEEKLY. Byt h alf way bet een the S co ut and boat Marie hesItated. / She s l owly retraced her steps a nd when she was n e a r the young man, began w riting hurriedly on her pad co.uld not help but notice that Marie had provIded herself with a pad of paper and a pencIl, a ft e r s he had become con v inc e d that he was altho u g h in the early stages of his arrival the u s ed Stewart's pad. I w Ill s ee that someone comes and buries the dead here, and looks after that dying chap," the gIrl w r o te. H We don't pay much attention to .-fights among the Chinks and the Redders' they are pretty frequent in Line City.'! Stewart nodded; but he was by no means conv,inced tha t the shooting and rkilling was m e rely a sudden !'>rawl. There was much that signalled an inner and I m p ortant reason for the shooting and as he was in s e a r c h o f all the facts that. he c o uld get in his dangerous v i s it to the outlaw ,camp he aecided to try and s ift thes e inner reasons. It i s o ne thing to see the smug gling loot of this robber gan g piled up on that boat over there and to convince a United States court jury that was such a boa t without good evidence td prove that there was. I t i s equally hard' to prove that 'on that boat were some ten Chinamen coming in to dear America i n v i o l a tion of the Chinese exclusion law, without producing some facts-why, this has got to be a regular detect i v e j 6b-and I never was much of a detective. B u t I'm in this to win, and I will bet that I ,will trick that g i r l and win back my papers, after all. But say, isn't she a peach?" These th o u ghts chased each other thr<1Ugh the m ind o f the gallant Scout. But h e w as soon distracted fro m his musings by hearing a sq ue aky, tiny little v oice at his elbow. He manage d to maintain his reputation for deafness, however, an d s o when the squeaky little voice stopped, a n d a t in y arm began pulling at his jacket sleeve, Stewar t turned about as if he had first heard' the sum-m o n s . He e x tended his pad t o the speaker who prove
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discovered" the half-crazy Httle man whispered to Stewart. "What is it?" asked Stewart, by means of his pad. Silently the little man orew Stewart to one side. "You will TI0t tell i} I -sh0'Y you? " Rig-lacea wrote. Stew art shook his head in, the negative. Then follow me." Pig-faced Butts stole over to the extrem' e end of the room. He stoopecl over what the scout saw was a big door with a heavy iron ring U POtl it, let into the solld flooring oLthe hut. Then he liftea. the dng, after tugging with all His stren:gth for. several seconds. Then up the trap door. . A ,ternble odo' seemed to fill the ,ropro; it was Jike th at whicp',comes from a eha 'mel-house, filled with caying and Jestering corpses of the ht1man dead . Then thei'e came the sound of clankincr chains and D a long, lOlJg sob o f tertor which seemed to float in the roo 11, like the wail of a tortured soul. "My IGod!" whisperedStewart, forgetting in his horror his r o le of a deaf mute. "Listen' to that dreadful moan; it comes from a won:an's the Scout wrote quickly on his .pad, seeing that Butts had not heard the words ,he ha d spo ken,. ,I r'o , "Hu'sh," cried. Butts aloud, aJso forgetting that Stewar.t nad told) hihl }1e was deaf. f Yes it is a WOn1iln'S cry tOi'(,help." ,,' CHAPTER V, TI{E HIDING PLACE OF THE SMUGGLERS. .J:f . ,r .. you big rascal what?" Wh f 11 ? .,' \' .J. e.' Two IpdIans quarreled up the River Trail, near the or ha;mlet of Line City, i the early night followmg the d.readful discovery made by Jack Stewat't. They earned between them a heavy box, and as each wanted to get the easy elJ.d of the portage there was a confli'ct nearly aU the way.. cI:ied an active looking man, Indla,n pirate wntten all over him. He :wore a. huntivg shirt, leggings, and moceasins, and tlght-fittIf1g ( trousers of moose-skin' a revolver, from a deer-skin belt, a 'heavy rifle, a hunting and a fur peaked cap, his costume. HIS co!hpanian, Broken-Wingl wore much the same that his hl1nti.ng shirt was fancifully ofl:amented WIth a sort of frInge of. dyed porcupine qUills. But the strangest part of the distinguishing mark of the two outlaws/ was that their reddish-bron,ze faces were painted deep ebony-black. dark glancing and changeful, gave a expreS,SlOn to each face, but their di!)guise was petfect.. I No person seeing then: could ever .... aft,er ward that they were anythmg 'but two Indians; the paint made perfect disguise; no man' alive could ever swear that the two men were Strong-Hand and IBroken-Wing, two vagrant Dog Rib Indians from the far Canadian North-West. "Why'you 11(1)t tote fair, eh?". cried Broken-Wing again in huge wra,tfi. Dame! I tote fatr all right. Why you fine me no good man, eh." You no tote right. Broken-Wing he portage half this load," replied that Indian, but their quarrels we:e stoP.F>ed when a wrathful voice. further up the tra!n was htard to lustily swear, first In Frehch and then m English. ' Hurry up, you lame ducks of portage IndIan devils, h-u-r-ry, opp, 1. say, ye---'!. and the voice rolled a ;way in a regUlar artillery discharge of stran&,e French-English 'The speaker was Henri Falloux, the outlaw chief, who brooked no delay on the part of the two Indians, who stopped quarrelling as to who would lift the bulk o f their load, and shouJdered each his half, and stagg ered up the trail in a vast hurry. "Dat, de Boss," Strong-Hand whispered to his companion. ( Bet-e-r-r work dam hard, or he shoot us, .. He qu-e-e-k wiz he gun," cried Broken-Wing in t;,etm-n and the two Indians made such excellent time 'that they SOO),1 were on top of the hill qn which the trail was windiIfg, w.ith their burden. "011, you blankety blank lazy Indian cur dogs," yelLed Falloux when he saw the two men. "Is that aU you two big brutes can portage up this hill at one "Ugh/, replied Strong-Hand. "Hill he steep." Sure it's steep," rejoined Falloux angrily. That is why you get so much wampum from me, you lazy dogs. Go back climb that hill. Get bizzy thar'. If it. is zat h-i-l-l, C' est la Ie diable." (There lies the difficulty,) The two Indians dropped their load at FaIloux's feet, and with, shrugs and many muttered oaths hur ried back down to the Red River, where they grasped box, and soon were toiling up the trail agam, but 111 more than on previous trips, now that the eye .theIr master was upon them. Soon other men Jomed the two Indians. Chinamen impassive, but steady in their work; red men, from almost every tribe in the great 'Y <7s t ; men, whose faces were never seen in CIVIlized cities al1Y more, lest the authorities take un, comforta?le .action; half-breeds from French-Canada, and\dommating them all, was Henri Falloux, as tough a man as ever slit a throat or stole a purse In the. secreting of the smuggleti goods' none was more acttv<,; than Stewart. a bit of hard work he turned to Marie. 00 we this stuff?" Stewart wrote, I t has be earned about two miles back in the vv?ods," cned Marie. "I am going that way and I wlll show you." "No you remain roared the girl's father, "I need here . W nte to the Dummy that all he has to do IS to hurry along the trail until he comes to an ash and y hen he sees by looking up mOl1,ntal11 SIde a rock that appears to be carved 111tO the form of a Fox then he l'S to awa't lour com-1I1g.

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AMERICAN INDIAN 13 You ha v e things there since I was out you last tnpl have y o u not?" queried Marie. Yes. The Mounted Scouts this s ide of the border and .those -Mounted P o lice th e other side of it, pretty. When.I get rid of this s I will qUIt Line Cit y a nci' g o further North. It s pretty hard t o !Vo rk Whlle between father and daughter was contlU u mg' tewart stoon w ith his back to the two plotter s but hi s eager ears t o ok in every: bit of w ha t was sa id. "I am g e tting to everything I needsloV:l y but surely/, h e 00ught. "The sec rets o f thi s guerrilla gang IS gettmg to be all mine, slowly but surely. I shall SOon get to the secret pl ace where the smugglers s t ore their thousands up o n thou sands of dollars' 'Wor th of contraband stuff. Wen, I fancy that the Mounted Scouts may -get to that place again, some day. tree peering ever y now and then into the bushes that lined the r oad. "Hist! S t e wart heard thetIo w hail. H e looked up toward the of a slight knoll. There stood a tall figure waving its hand to'warq him. CHAPTER VI. TRAP, P g p BY THE YELLOW MEN. As .Mar i e h,,:nded bim a p a per giv i n g directions \ Come out of there, you she-devil." upo n It as t o hIs route, S tewart turn e d with his best There was the clanking of chains and a drawn, manner. \ white face appeared framed in the, blackness of a How s hall I know the ash tre e," he wrote in re-dungeon turn. "There a re man y ash '.:rees i n t h i s wood." M arie Falloux l a ughed coldly when she saw the Marie laug hed. l ace. > ':, "Tell him that he c a n t miss tHis t r ee It is the She had opened the trap door which Stewart knew largest one in th i s par t o f the co un t ry ; he can not o f th anks to' Ri g-faced Butts, and was kneeling by miss it, for i t stands up big a s a h ouse directly in a the side of' the cavern-like the door had re-turn of the tra il, two m iles f r om !ier e." v ealed. Although Stewart heard ;the words perfectly he up at her waS a wloman's face. made no sig n ' In spite o f the an g uish upon the pallid countenance H e waited u n til Mari e had wri tten the diliectio ns !t wa s eviden t that the prisoner. was a girl out; then he turne d o n his h ee l and started away as 111 the early flush o f y oung woman-hood. if in great h a s te. "I can not come further ," the imprisoned girl re-Stewart ,progressed along the trail for about three plie d in the faint acc, ent s of utter exhaustion. "You quarters of a mil e kno w I ani chained t o thi s dre'adful celL" H e was completely hidden by the rank growth of Marie laughed a l ow w icked sneering laugh the woods in the summer, from the r i ver. But he H It i sn't co1l1f o rt a bl e down there, is it? she took every pre c atlt i o n t o be sure th a t he was not being sne ered. foll owed. The prisoner shuddered Firs t f o r a long space h e w a ,lked firmly a ,long on Rats make poor playma now d on't they?" adde d Mapie hard ground mak ing no t r acK The pri soner was cryin g feebly TheJil he noiselessly climbe d a t ree ; taktng a lon g And b read and w ater i s not good fare eh? look a t the surrounding c o u ntry; t o se .e. if The voice of the prisoner was l o w with l o n ging as s igns o f human IHe coul d be s e en. she as ked f o r food,' N ext he removed his top-boot s an d reversed them N pthing but brea d and water," replied Marie, on his feet. n o thing e l s e until you have signed the paper s Then he made for m 'ore tha n haH a m i e numero us The h e ,\ d wen t up with a proud a ir. Her tracks in the soft g round. dIm e y e s e v en 1n the dar kness could b e seen flashing Under a great tree Stewar t resumed the prqper w i t h inflexible will. fashi o n in wearing top boots, and t h e n he many H er v o ic e b ec ame firmer i n its t one. tracks, which he took care to have r un, hIther a nd I ,,:,ill in thi s hol e before I sign the papers," thither. ',. s h e saI d With a t one of absolut e finality. Next he removed his boots and pu t on a"'pai' r p f As you replie d Marie, e quaHy as firm i n moccasins with which he made m aIJ.y trac,ks, and her t o n e I,f you would r ather s t arve her e in that finall y led his trail to a broad c,:"eek, o n the o f with no food, you a r e at li b erty to d o so I which he m a de many more blurnng tracks. g l ;,e yon one chan c e and one o n l y for you r f r eedom." "If anyone foll ows m e they wiP be sure I swam W h a t i s tha t c h ance?" that cree k which is fifty f eet WIde very "Ev. e r y c h a nce i n the wor l d.' If you sign the papers here, and I will pe pretty saf;, mm spymg eye s, reyou w lll be freed tomor row. You m a y go w he r e y o u m a rked Stewart to himself. I an:" glad t o be c hoos e and when you c hoose My f a t h er and I will able t o talk. It has been a long tlm e s I nce. I ag reeto send yon t 9 a n y cit y you may name and you talk it hurt to swear inwaral y w he n the dtckens I S will b e free t o go back t o your o l d li f e ." in things I found out when I st a r ted in to play the : : I s there any m ent a l reservati o n in that offer?" dumb-man. But the secret 0 t h e .dun geo n beats at N one except t h at you m u s t swear t hat yo u will that." I have m ad e a startl.m g dIScove r y anyvyaY.1 pev e r reveal the' s e c r e t o f o ur hamlet here. Line City, Soon Stewar t was hurrymg afon g t oward' ,the ash mus t never be told ? f by you to anyon' e."

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14 THE AMERICAN INDIi}N WEEKLY. "How c a n you trust me? ber hact been a struggle amid disloyal, traitor" If vou s\.vear a solemn 'Oath that you will not re-ous men. veal a ny of our secrets here .I' know you will not." \ Before she was in her early" teens" her You sure that I will n.ot betray you if I had blazed quick death to one man who had msulted take such an oath, everr after the horrible suffering9 her. As she was much alone at Line City, when her you have infii<;ted upori j father was away o'n his smuggling arid other swindling Yes." .. trips, she had gotten to looking for herself, "Remember I have been her' e for many months." and her wits in the first mile of the Journey began "I know.'" 'to frame some pJan for an escape. . "You have chained me here in irons to a post in Marie knew, however, that it would be Impossible this fearful cell." to escape by means of for help. Yes.'" One cry for help would be her last; a bullet would I can fiat walk more than a few' steps." end her life in a trice for not a man among her ab" Yes." \ ductors would,. hesitate to take her life the instant I am beset with vermin." ',,, j, \, she made a souna. ( \ Yes." But she could hear the Chinamen talking in Chinese "You have almost starved me to' death." '" ..., to each other .and as she knew a few words of their "Yes.!' ( 1 ,", speech, soe managed to gain the information that she At tim.es I praydor death, ratlier than' the madness was the victim of a -plot, but as to who was at the that seems "to be creeping over Ule?" pottom of the plot she could not learn. "Yes. And one little act of yours, the mere signing After a long spirited ride' the girl had come to no of your name to a paper will free you at once." conclusion as to the reason for her summary treat"You are not a woman, Marie Falloux, you are ,a ment. dev, i!." , As she ,vas tUFning the puzzle over in her mind she Marie sneered. hea,rd one of the Chinamen speak to the 'Others in the ' Devil cir woman, I care not what I am," she re-party, and her horse c,ame to a quick stop. plied. "But you will live here in, that dungeon, She. felt herself lifted from her horse and then her we built to tame the spirits qf the band my father head was uncovered and she found herself deep in the has organiied in his race for a f0rtune without work-, forest. i 'ng. hard for it,until you are tp sign those She 100](ed about as well as she was able but could papers, or you 'rill die here, with'the papers unsigned. see no trail leading to the spot where a halt was made. I care not really which course you take." In every direction she could only see thick under And I reply to you, Marie Fa,1loux, that I would brush, and tall trees. rather die knoy.ring that my corpse would be eaten by "I am in the depths of the woods about three or rats that infest my horrible cell, before I accept your four miles from Line City," the girl thought, "and' infamous 'while I was sure that there was not a foot of forest Die, then," shouted Marie as she dashed the trap-about Line City for twenty'miles that I did not know, door shut, and turned to leave the room. I confess that I do not know this spot. I wonder Three forms softly blockea her way. where I am ?" The girl's hand stole to her rev:olver. Mar,ie nol given much opportunity for further But she .could mo;ve, a great serape was 1nvesttgatlOn. thrown over her head. Chee Loo, who seemed to be the leader in the party Sh' @ felt herself lifted frot;I1 he' r feet. which. had snatched her away from her father's band She was with ihcredible swiftness from the of bngands" cam.e forward and after loosening her Foom, and by a man whose iron' grip brooked no bonds and removmg her gag so t.hat she could speak, struggles; and then she felt herself lifted 'to a horse; stood befo.re her and began ask111g questions. Her feet were tied to the saddle. How Itkee you. dis?" he said pigeon English Her arms were pinioned behind her. affected by the Chmamen of the West when in conThe terrible pressure on her throat from the hand of versatipn with the white race. the man who had first grasped her was r:eleased. ': I don't like it at all," Marie replied with spirit, But felt someone press a revolver barrel against why have you taken me here?" het; forehead. "Bimeb,Y teH, velly v,\ell now, you no try runee, She well knew th'en, that she dared not scream. ,you get klllee, ,gravely answered the Chinaman with elican girl, no cry; I kill." a dark scowl of menace. Marie felt t;hat she in the grasp of Chee Loo, Look Chee Loa," replied Marie, Don't you the j}1ost desperate of the Chinese rovers in hj!r father's get With me, for you know you are going to get band; she, ,with her bravery, dared not resist the shot 1 you do." command for quietness. " shootee me, velly quick no?" replied Chee Then the horse that carried the ,girl dashed for-Lao. ward at top speed. "My father," ans.wered Marie. "You know him She knew that she was a prisoner in the of well e!l0ugh t? be sure that he won't stand for this. Chee Loo, and felt that Quong Duck, and Chee Loo Even you me he would hunt you out if you wa aided in the. wor1<',of abd1,1ction by Wing Tung; were 111 the middle of :China-then pop dead goes these three Chinamen, she renjembered, having Deen Chee Loo," the trio to disappear into the woods after the terrible " Me no scaree:' sneered the mysterious .fight in the, old' hut.. man, "you know we gottee you. Dad, he no be tellee Marie was a g'irl whose life since she could rememwhere you at, eh? ,"-1>.\

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, THE AMER.ICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 15 \ .. You mean that i am your prisoner and' that no o n e can tell m Y lather where I am?" questioned Marie. t' L o o b owe'd many, many ti'mes in the affirma1 e a great doll. Oh, sto p waggIng your yellow head," cried Marie In a t emper at once. : You make me ill with your nOddIn.g head, and your sneaking little slant eyes. Why 1.f I had my gun here, I would fill you full of h oles lI k e a horseradish grater" "NT . 0 can do, no sa vez gun, eh?" the Chinaman rep lIed. Marie was silent. She knew the words were too true; her weapons had been taken from her. She had no trusty revolver swinging ea sy. to her hand; but sh.e h a d after all, sOI?e sort of a weagon in a keen stIletto. she wore bUrIed deep bene;tth her skirt in a con vemen t pocket, and srre trusted to this weapoJl. as a resort, although she knew that an open search fo r I t would o nly end in her being deprived of the weapon. So the gi rl played hard for time and opportunity to b r ina' the st iletto into play. "You hav en t told me you have brought f(1e here?" s h e a sked next. "Goin' tellee you, pretty soon answered Chee ,Loo. Fir e ah ead and tell r ejoined Marie. She looked about cautIously as she spoke. She saw that Quong Duck and Wing Tung, were acknowledging Chee Loo as the master, and as the leader o f the party. T hey had withdrawn apart and were holding their own horses and the one that Chee Loo had ridden. :\ farie's hor s e w a s standing by her side, and she held the an i mal's bridle in her hand. T h e h o r s e was eagerly cropping the shrtlbs about them, and Ma rie gave him as full liberty as his bridle rein permitted. Marie further saw that the spot where the China men had taken her was without doubt their camp, it was p r o bab l e that the men' had hurried to thi s spot while a w alt!ng an !o abduc t her, afte r their fight In her father shut, m whic h so much bl ood h a d been shed. ?\1arie was determined if pos sible to get to the bottom o f the r eason for her forcible removal, and to the trouble that l e d to t h e fatal fight s o close to her father' s house, a nd i n which t.h.es e men had demonstrated their wond$'!rful ablhty WIth revolvers. "I said tell me w h y you have brought me here?" "You know, p r e tty m u c h quickee replied Chee Loo. f?" "Do you exp ect t o get. money. or my The Chi naman s hook h1S hea d In a reply, n o t wishi ng that M arie learn too much of the rea l motive behind her abductIOn. .? " Do you d o this beca u s e you wan to kIll me. Ag-ain a neaativ e shake. I< Has som;one offered you" money to bring me here? "Xo. ... The y ello w fiend thIS word 111 incerity, hoping to deceIve the gtrl. ? .. ({ Then why have you brought me here. I< You makee tlouble." I make trouble? " Yes. "Who for?" Our fliend." I make trouble for your friend ? " Yes." "vVho is your friend?" "Pigg:y Butts." 'Vhat? Piggy Butts." You mean to say that you l,Iave brought me here to this hole, becau s e you thi..nk I make trouble for y o ur friend, who is Pig-faced Butts ?" Yes." "But man, Pig-faced Butts is half crazy?" "Not dazey:" "Yes, he is, I say, crazy as a "Not dazey. He goodee man." Marie puzzled over this reply for some time. _' "I don't know that I see what you mean," she at length replied, "will you explain? " You gottee girl lockee up in darkee cellee, you lettee girl go, or--" Chee Loo as he replied brought an. accurate mental picture of a girl being shot to death by Chinese thugs, to the mind of Marie by a clever pantomime. In spite 0'';' her undoubted courage she g rew a trifle white about the mouth. "You are crazy, sure, Chee ,Loo," Marie cohtinued . ,t Now let's make this thing up between us. I will pay you good money to let me go." Cbee Loo shook his head again like 'an animated Chinese doll. "Well,'what do you want me to do to buy my free ,dom-you surely do not wish to kill me?" The Chinaman leaned forward in his anxiety. His eyes glanced like those of an attacking serpent. We keepee you here, till we gettee out dat gal, you gettee free like easy after dat, bimebye." Chee Loa said these words in his silkiest tone Marie saw in a moment that tne three men w ere in league to aid Pig-faced Butts in getting to the bottom of the Mystery of the Dun g eon. Her heart was filled with rage, and she swore a mental oath to kill Pigfaced Butts on sight if she ever got out of the dilemma in wpieh she found herself. But Marie saw it wa. s time to play her trump card. She had only one desperate chance of escape before her. had sank down near her horse which sbe contrived to covertly pull between her and Chee Loa Then her hands went to her face as she burst into te;y-s, which were real eno\1g h but proceeded entirely from rage. One white' hand stole down to her dress skirt She .seemed to be fumbling from time to time for a pocket handkerchief. , At length she grasped the handle of her stiletto. With a swift motion she drew the hanokerchief out of per. pocket, but entwined within it was her deadly stiletto. Oh, Chee Loo," she said in agony apparently. "I g ive in, Come here and I will do anyt9ing to get away from your clutches. You shall know all about the Mystery of the Dungeon." Chee Loo dFew nearer to the girl, his face aflame with pleasure at his easy victory. When he was within two feet of her, Marie jumped uP,'V' h h d f h f lt t e spee 0 t e tIger Jumpmg upon the deer, she grasped the Ghinaman by the arm.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Flash There was the glint of light on 'the deadly stiletto as it was poised above Marie's head. With all the force of h\!r supple frame the girl btiried the weapon in the yellow neck Qf the man, With just, a slight moan, hardly loud enough to be heard by his companions, Chee Loo fen forward. His legs drummed like a partridge's wing on the ground; he died almost immediately. I But Marie did not await the final ending of blow. She jerked her horse around toward the most open part of the woods; with a splendid spring vaulted into the saddle, and with a lash of her quirt across the flanks of her horse, ap.d with one foot goading t ,he animal to frenzy :with her sRur, she darted down the glade, while Wipg 'Tu ,ng, and Quong Duck sent shot after shot, in vain after her, as she flew along. Marie was safe so far as the shots 'were concerned in the first one 'hundred yards of' her reckless burst for safety, The woods closed over her and shielded her from the two remaining outlaws. Marie rode almost stretched out on the back of her horse, not only. to' escape the shots of the Chinamen, but also to keep ftom being swept off lier horse by low hanging tree limbs as she darted through the forest. "I am at last/' the girl cried, in triumph, as she pulled up her ;:tlrnost spent h6rse after a two mile run at the animal's utmost speed. But just as she spoke a man grasped liet bridle, Her steed sto'pped with (;ne or two mad plunges. She felt herself literally lifted from het seat, and felt herself again pinioned by a man whose strength she saw was great. "You are my prisoner," a voice yelled in her ear. Marie Falloux faInted with the stress of the terrible emotions pent tip in her wildly beating heart. \ CHAPTER VII. PAUL VANCE TO THE RESCUE. Jack alias Jacques Diogo, alias Dummy," saw that the str'{l.nge shape hailing him was none other than his' friend, and fellow mem'ber of the Mounted Scouts, Paul Vance. "Hello, Paul," Stewart, said si'mp1y. "Hello, Stewart," cried Paul in return. Better draw off i11,to the woods on the top of that little hill there, where tre road leads to the left and crosses the trail at right angles. We can see 'both road and, trail there. I may be followed." "Good scheme," answered Paul. We can see both ways up or down, trail or road, for about a mile. Anyone coming either way we can quickly detect." Exactly." Upon arriv,ing at the point Vance gave his horse about twenty:'five feet of lariat for grazing room, and having passed one end of the raw-hide about a big tree, and secured it firmly with a half-hitch or two, Vance rejoined Stewart. , He found his friend and fellow Scout calmly smok ing his pipe" seated on a great .log. a Well, how did you get! here?" asked Stewart. "Walked." a I noticed that; but why?" a Didn't have a hor!ie." W ell/ why are you a TQ try and find some more of the dread secrets of the Falloux gang of bandits." a Are you succeeding?" a Never had bett'er luck." a How did you get into the ranks of the gang?" was easy. After I left you in camp I hurried to a point on the Red River where 1 knew a lot of smug glers used to hang out." a You mean near Robbers' Row, as they call the hamlet on the Red River where Henri Falloux first secretes his plunder when he has smuggled it over the border frorn Canada? a Exactly." .a The ?Iace .where he loads his big flat-boat for the tnp to Lme CIty, up the Red River?" Yes." Did you get in with Falloux there?" I did." How?" a I got there about the time I knew he was over the border. When his stuff began to come in to the ranch he owns near Robbers' Row, I mixed with his gang:' a You are a pretty good mixer?" "Fairish. Anyway, he packed his stuff In by the wagon load." Pretty brazen, eh?" a Yes. I found he used twelve the regular old time ships-of-the-desert, style, WhICh the Argonauts of '49 used to use in the first grea t dash for California over the plains." a Why .those wagons hold twice what the average ';111.hol<;1 owadays:" That s rtght. He had SIX bIg mules hitched to each and each wagon was loaded down to the limit WIth stuff." yihat do you estimate the smuggled stuff he had III hIS wagons? . :' It will hit many hundred thousand dollars I th111k." I "That's quite haul." Yes, and there's more' behind it. He has been thIS same haul every month for years." The? .he has smuggled-why, he must have smu gled mtlhons of dollars' 'worth of goods 0 thg border." vet e ::1 guess you've hit it all right." "How does he get rid of all the stuff?" I am not c1ea: as to yet. But it looks to me as If he bulked hIS stuff 111 a cache in th d Line C't .p b hI e woo s near 1 Y. ro a y he has a lot of wooden build111gS buned III the woods somewhere n h he leaves his until he gets ere,;nd or West to handle it for him and he sh' me?te a:,t lots, so that custom house men IP;Slll out III wise." WI not get

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--, T H E A MERICA,N INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 Do you i now where h e caches hi s s tuff?" (, "'\-e5." laughed gaily, I flatter r;nyse, lf got away with i.t all this tri he added: I d ldn t have a bit of tro uble untl'I got to Lme CIty.. Marie Falloux got into the that g Irl IS a human wildca t isn't she? Dldn t I tell yo u so? Have you got over the ;0-' mance that thos e pretty hazel eyes started heart. m your Stewart grin n ed O h I . y es, l e I am not very much in love wIth the lady. I S 100 quick with her weapons to plea s e thIS Amencan Scout." "Di d she try to trap you? I should rep l y, y es. She trie d me out in a dozen ways and sever a l times she had p t't B I me u agalns 1. f ut crawled ove r them all. "Then she didn't suspect you?" '\ She .su s pecte d me for some time. But I thought every mmyte of t he bullet she presente d me, which is roammg about my system somew here and I just saId to m:>:self, that I'd fool her, just as hard as she fooled me In the forest that night." Have you re c overed your papers yet?" TO. And I ha ven't yet the slightest where she has secreted them. But r wiIi get t o before long. you bet. "I think you will." Oh, I am s ure to g e t the m ba k. I feel that' if the gang don't get my a lle y and get nex t t o me tHat I will land them a ll in pri son. " Is there anythi n g else t o tell me? We had hetter get away from ea ch other. We ha ve been talking some time. The y may send out s om e o ne to watch you." l "I hav e prov i ded for that. But whether they do or not there i s o ne thing to remember-I'm inside the ramparts. I tol d y ou Lwould g o to Lin e Cit y I have done it. I told yo u I would get into the Falloux gang. I have done it. I told you I would g et back my pa pers-and I am going to do it, Vance was fille d with adm iratio n w hen St,ewart told him that he w a s posin'g i n the Fallou x camp as Jacqttes Diogo, a du mb b oatman. But we must get o n m y boy, a lth o u g h I will confess that lVIarie is a fas cinatin g s u b ject to d w ell upon." V ance then thought of matters for a secon d o r two and then remarked that it was up to h i m t o get the Mounted Scouts in a camp n ear the Lin e City gang ready for any u se that Stewart might PJ1t them to. "Quite right," replied Stewar-t a quick kip. I see some on e commg up the traIl. As soon as Vance had vanished in the wo o d s Stewart retraced his way t o the trail soo n came face to face with the man who was. tOIltng u p the steep path-like way, pu ffing and blowmg. Stewart saw that t he man was Henn F a l10ux and that his face was white with wrath. Falloux greeted S tewart i n a long r?lI of. queer F h-English oaths a n d in the funmes t kmd of rene . 1 mixture of French and E nghsp. Stewart stood smiling a.s the wo;ds tWIsted from Falloux, and w h e n h e h a d fiOlshed a m w hich he ga v e Stewart a remarkable insight into the bad opini o n that Fall o u x h a d conceived of him, blandly wrote a few words on his pad, which he h a nded t o the bandit chief. I am deaf and dumb." , ( You are and dumb, you dago, Mexican son of a horse thief, are you? yelled Fal10ux as he sta mped on the paper Stewart had handed him Then he s imply foamed at tThe mouth with rage. Where is Marie?" at length the bandit yelled : Have you seen her?" True to his role Stewart did not "bat an eye-lid," but )f ote again, his usual song, "I am deaf and dumb." Thi s second effort seemed to allay Falloux's wrath He grasped Stewart's pad and wrote rapidly. you seen Marie?" he wrote. N ot sinc<; I left her in camp with you," replied Ste wart. She' i sn't in camp, we can't find any trace of her," wrot e Falloux his face now desperately wan and old and wrinkled. "Where did she go? "I do not know. We last saw her enter the hut wh e re the Chinks and the others had a fight." Did no one her come out?" No, but we found traces of several moccasins about the door. of the hut, and tracks made by three hor ses leading to the woods.' ) Wh(!)se 'moccasins made the trac}cs? " 'Sev eral of our men are sure that one of the tracks wer e made by the Chinaman, Chee Loo." "What? "Yes, the bloody yell o w devil, who kicked up the muss and SKipped after puttin g bullets into two of my men, and both of them were among my. best men." "Both are dead]" Sure." "It 10G ks to me as Hthey have abducted your dau g hter There was a dreadfuUy cruel light in Falloux s eyes \ If they have, and any narm c omes to her I will chase those devils into th e other world if I ha v e to do it' to g et them. I wil1 do to tho se Chinks w 11en I g et them hasn't been written in the hist o ry of torture St e w al;t was deeply stirred b y wha t Fallou i sai d B e k n e w th a t the Chinam enhad b ette r not bee n bor n tha n t o ris k falling into th e hands o f Henri Fallou x : Befo re he could answer a horse rushed Qut Qf th e H e bore d own u p o n the t w o men. As he dashed b y lik e a h\1g e ,phantom of a h o rse going at won derful speed the r e f ell from h is saddle b it o f blue -rib bon. Fallo u x rushed to the bit of bright c olo r and p i cke d It up. "Mari e w ore it when I la s t s a w her, o n l y a few hours ago the de sp er ado "She has b een r spir i ted a w a y by thos e y ellow devils. Get back t o camp, tur n out the e n tire band f o r I will r e scue h e r an d kill her abductors before twenty-four h o urs are over."

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! THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY, / CHAPTER VIII. MARIE FALLOUX'S FLIGHT. \ When Marie Falloux came to herself, she found that her',horse had disappeared. She looked about with swimming liead but could 'see nothing of the animal. "Ho, ho, Hee! Hee!" A man's voice roared near her. She turned td see who was making the s0und e-x pecting t9 her eyes focus on the evil face of the Chinaman, Wing Tung, or his equally evil companion, Quong Duck. Instead her eyes fell upon the laughter wreathed fate of Paul Vance, who leaned on his rifle in an easy position. Paul Vance," cried Marie. Another one of those cnrsed Scouts." PC].ul's wide-brimmed hat swept the g r chfnd as ,he mockingly made the girl a sweeping bow. "I cry you mercy," he tittered. I ndeed. had I ,known that the wood nymph who rushed by me on a steed of mettlesome fire, was my dear old friend Marie FaUoux, I would hesitated before I had plucked her from saddle. 1.1:arie Falloux is rather quick in bending her trigger finger to suit me; she shoots rather too well at pursuing American Scouts." "I suppose that is a fling because I shot yo r side-partner," boldly 'answered the girl. "What became of him ? I At the present time he is lying in his lonely grave, not aware. that you let his foolish life out with your deadly bullet." "I wonder if you are lying?" "I lie to such a fair lady, oh fie!" Anyway I didn't try to kill him. That's the trouble with your American made gun, it kills, but an English made gun: stops your enemy, but doesn't kill him." "Now, Sweet Marie, why don't you get' your father to smuggle an English gun over th e border, the next time he jumps said border?" Marie turned pale. "Nonsense," slle Cried. "My father does no smuggling. ,He is al decent trader, who does nothing but legitimate trading." "Oh, Marie, Marie, how you can lie? I am really ashamed of you, for you know Marie, you are now under arrest charged by me with a 11muggler and a desperate member of the Falloux band of' outlaws.:' How, dare you make such a charge? I will make yqu prove them." -"You are a little mixed in your language, but let me tell you that I propose to charge you with smuggling, and I propose to prove' them,' as you put it in the United States courts/' -"How absurd." "Is it not?" "Whylyou haven't a chance in th e world to prove yOUl; charges." \ \Ve will see about that; but any w a y w e won't go further into this matter, 'not if w e know it: Just now you are my fair prisoner." "Where .is my ho rse?" ,I( The last time I saw h1m he was' hitt i ng u p a record pace through the I( Which way was he going?" "Both ways, it seemed to me! to get both ends of him out of my s1ght m a J1ffy. "vVhy didn't you leave me alone? "Because you are needed to round out my career. I have arrested many a male smuggler, but never before did I arrest such a pretty thing as you are-or OBe so faithless." Marie bit her lip. She saw that Vance was playing with her; but she further perceived that Vance did not propose to release her. She knew that she had no weapon now. Her stIl etto was left sticking in the thro
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 Ya!lCe ,,:as v.ery serious in his next words to Marie. .1\ ow, It WIll be necessary for me to ask you to debver. ",;0 me any .weapons you may hav ,e," \ he said. s even whIte teeth were shown in her broad smde. "G d h 00 ness, man, s e ,cried, do you think]f I any weapon about me that.r wouldn't have :.lsed It on you ages ago, and made my escape? she said. Poor Vance blushed at his stupidl'ty y \ as there ever such a charming little murderess ,. "\Vhat a ,cunning little cut-throat it"""is ?'" "\ hy, what do you expect? You tell me that I am under arrest for member of a smugglers' gang; then you tell me I may be tried for the murder of an American scout? Well, to kill you will only be two murders. No one can hang me twice . So, I might a s well take a chance and push you after your partner. Some of those little birds can sing for two dead scouts as easily as one." Now Paul Vance was -a very man. But he felt a sombe r feeling of dread clutch at his heart, when he heard Marie speak. He knew she would kill ?im in a second had she a weapon with which to d o It. "I think without doubt that you are the remorseless woman I ever: met," cried Vance. "Your like does not live on this earth." Marie laughed with a sarcastic intonation. Don't fool yourself that way," she said. "Any I know would take a longer chance than killIng you to get away from exposure." r Vance shook his head. But in this case I am safe, am I not? Having ,no weapon you can not kill me?" Exactly." Now there is one question more to ask you." "Whv not ask it?" "I hi te t o bind you to my horse, and I hate to ask you to walk, but if I mount the horse without binding you to it, an d try to carry: you, or if I bind you to it and walk, it seems to me that you resent the bonds." I would, of course." N ow will you give me your parole, that if I do not bind you, yo u will not try to escape?" Vance hid his face in his glove to not let Marie see the smile that crept over it. "lvIuch she will abide by her promise not to es cape," Vance Marie on her s ide was thinking that f3he cared little for a broken parole if it let her escape. So she answered. "I would not break my parole," she asserted vehemently. "If I gave my word that I would not try to escape I w o uld not 'try." "I wonder if your word is good for "Try me and find out." :Marie drew near as she spoke. Into her beaut iful hazel eyes there crept a piteous note of appeal. She folded her hands in supplication and crept near to Vance her pretty face clouded with dread. Va-nee sorry for tqe girl, after "Poor little thing," he thought, It s a pIty: th:'l-t such a beautiful girl has not be<;n up a dIf ferent life. She simply goesn t know anythmg but crime-and--" Vance received a blow that sent him reeling backward. I He measured his length in the leaves that had fallen from the trees. His head sang, and for a second he lay hardly conscious of his surroundin"s. When he came partly to himself and sat up to stare .stupidly around he fonnd himself alone. Marie had dealt him a beautiful blow exactly at the point where his chin made an inviting mark. 1\ 0 pugilist could have "put one over" better. Paul Vance had been in ring language" floored" with a stiff straight arm punch, by Marie Falloux, and his fair prisoner had, while he was groggy," jumped on his horse with wonderful agility, and had flown away, free as a bird, on the back of the scout's gallant anjmal. While Vance ruefully rubbed his aching jaw, he ,could hear the high shrill laughter of the girl ringing through the woods' as she escaped. 'By thunder," cried Vance. She didn't violate her parole, but tricked me as easily as she qid Jack Stew art Confound her for a --" The humor of the situation so strongly appealed to the scout that he lay down in the shrubbery and laughed until his head swam again and again. His laughter came to a sudden stop as his eyes caught sight of the form of a man stealing toward him with a rift.e trained upon him. "Halt," cried Vance, as he jerked his own rifle to his shou1der. "Halt, or I will fire." For reply there came the vicious snap of a rifle, aimed directly at his heart. CHAPTER IX. A ONE SIDED LOVE AFFAIR. Far in the lead of the large gang of infuriated bandits far in fact ahead of Henri Falloux,who had almost exhausted himself by the imprecations and threats he had. uttered against the Chinese abductors of Marie, strode Jack Stewart, now once more in the robber-gang, as Jacques Diogo. "This game is mighty interesting," quoth Jack to himself. But if Marie was fifty times worse than she is I wouldn't leave her longer than I could help in the hands of those Chin amen. That would come under our law against cruel and unusual punishments." Jack felt in his soul that Marie was able to take care of herself; but he also felt sorry for her father; Henri Falloux, for never had he seen such a tempest of wrath swee'p over any man, as it had 9ver Falloux when he became convinced that the Chinamen had spirited away his only daughter, in .fact the only human being in the world that Falloux cared for. "No matter ho,! perfidious, how unaccountably wicked a man may be, he at least loves his cnild" thought Jack. "I can't feel much sympathy for Fa'l loux, for he must have known what the end of a daughter must be who was being brought up merely as a criminal, but--" /

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AMERICAN INDIAN ( Here J ack' s thoughts suddenly; terminated, for riding qu!te, at ease through the woods cam7 subj ect of the search, prett y Mane, herseH, ndmg quite as easily as if escape, Hom the > hands of two desperadoes, was what she usually ',did day, ., What, how! l stammered t ack. It w a s fortunate that'in his surprise he hardly per e d tlie words, but Marie was too overjoyed to see' him t o noti ce that he /lad spQken, anyway. She-almost snatched his pad from hand an,d began writing the history of her es.cape ,fom the China men. When she told of her killing 'hee Loo, Ste,wart's blood ran cold. I, "Did you reafly kill him?" he wrote. "Why not? He was wpling to kill me if I hadn't killed him first." Stewart nodded. "Where did you get t at horse :?". i It belonged to Baul Vance, that American scout 'Yho is prowling about these diggings." What?'" t Sure." Marie then wrote briefly lier version of the blow she had given Vance. "r left him grinning like a big monke ove>!" his swelled jaw, wrote the girl merrily, Stewart s imply lapghed until the tears tolled down pis face" Ee, now had a medium for the stopping of all futurre comments \1pon his anxiety ro' catch Marie, and whicli'l1\ended in t he recept.jon C?f' an uncomfortable bullet in his lungs. , "What did you say ,to Vanc'e?" asked Jack at length. Not anything that could hurt us here," the girl replied. I He seemed to know a lot about our smuggling plans, but what of it? I{e can not really prove anything a 'gainst us." "Of course not Stewart thQught a moment, then he continued writ,jng. ':, ... j .'. II Was ,H.e alone?" he wt'Dte "Yes. says I killed 1!he fellow that was vyith him, a ; .scout named Stewart.". ' W me about that miftter, '\"1111 you please?" Tile girl de.tailed her trickery passed upon Stewart, appar ently thinking that he man, Jacques Dio' go was the fellow that she had shot; but poor Stewart's cheeks burhed when he read the final wQrds to the merry description girl gave of her talk with Stew art, jus t before s/'le shot him. "I sold him the sweetest gold-brick, any man 'ever bong-ht, the girl 'Wrote. y he-he-yes, n d w 'wasn't it great?" Stewart wrote i n r e ply. "Say, you ,know ho, w to fool a fellow, don't yo'n?'" ',,, "All except you," cl1ied t4e girl, put with a blush" .sh e w r o t e mu<:h the s ame words, when she remembe red t h a t Diogo, as she knew Stewart, was a mute, Stew art was" up against it" at once. Confound the girl, he thought, is she going to make love to r,ne?" Then he wrote, just the very thing 'you see, he ought not to have written under: 'the circumstances. ""'That QO you mean? he If he had st01?ped to thin he would have put dpwn w;ords that would have taken the' conversation away from the question he knew the gir! would write next. Th e came: .. .. (, d on't you marry me?" wrote Mane, W ith a great viv id wave of color that swept over her face. Stewar t'swallowed about the way a fish does when it i s pulled oLrt of its native element. <;lie! not k)1oW how to answer the He was man enOlJO'h not to wish to use her afiectlOns to lure her onward where he could arrest her and her father, ariel break the entire desperate .gang;. in tact he' was in a dreadfully awkward posltlon, WIth the direct appeal of the girl here in her o",;n hand writing under his eyes, and her eyes dwelhng anxiously upon him. Darn it," thought Stewart, "I wish I hadn' t come I don't want to I rope' this girl, thi.s way, did tIle addled.h . :' What,. leave all these valuable building lots," CrIed Mane. Say, father, why don't you get to be a real estate man sell off the lots. There ought to be a lot of money III the game of sellinO' them off to h

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY E,,"-tern .men who hayc the saiaH-farm > bee in their bonnets:' . \Ye must pu!l up as quick as We can and dodge the border mto Canada," insisted F'l:lloux:. ouI ? ).ve be any safer there tHan here? v cried Marte. .' 'vV e aren't popular over in Canada you know, slllce our last visit there." "Then we had better throw up out cards" replied ." Any way, we clean up now III a shOt t bme to let us get mto the far North West. There we can change our names and liv e respectfully o n our gains." you can't live decently. you have been at. thIS game too lorig. I couldn't stand for thmg around me but old gang. They ary dead tough I know, and we lIve every moment in danO'er of sudden death, but r like: the life. Anyway, what can the Mounted Scouts' do? You have the 'stuff safely hid now in the cache-if the scouts raided us tomorrow there would be nothing here that oulef incrin'linate us," 'evertheless, it's getting pretty hot here for us. That girl you insisted in shutting up l in the dungeon be pretty bad medicine for us, If she should be found." 1I1arie's teeth clenched upon her under lip. She had th ought of Pig-faced Butts, just then. thought, "but a busted 'outlaw. He don't dare to dig up any of his old friends. He can' t talk, OJ and here I am ready to marty, him. Pop has lots of cash, and is gettipg old, and will retire from this game soon. We can go to any old place and live Bke lords front England. There's better men than he is in our gang who would be tickled to death if I wanted to marry them." Falloux 'was musing as to the dreaded presence of the American scouts. J I don't like that game at all," he thought, Marie do 't see that while ;ye can cope with one, two, twenty 0)' fifty; scouts, that they will still send others out here to get us, and sooner ot ll.in great jumps.' bandits separated as soon as the camp was reached. Marie still sat astride of the horse she had toleIi from Vance. She had worked herself into a white rage. Her eyes were brilliant with her Never had she looked prettier to Stewart. He could hear her calling to several members of the bandit gang who had not joined in the search for her to send Pig-faced Butts to her; band hc;gan plf-ying with his revolver. He knew now that he would shoot Marie in cold b lood before he would let her harm a hair of the head of Pig-faced / yelled several of the bandits. Where are you Marie wants to see you." There caIne no answering ry. But f-rom the hut of the dungeon of mystery, there came a great cry of horror. "Piggy has run away, and taken the girl from the dunge0tl with him," one of the bandits, a tall ; strong royer shouted as he ran up to Marie. Made's ,were dark with wrath. . She brought her revolver butt down upon the head of the foolish spe,aker who stretched his length upon the ground, with, a deep sca lp wound, from which the blood streamed in torrents. .. You lie, you fool, 'what do you know about dun geons, and girls that have escaped anyway? Mari e fairly yelled. 'Under h e r impatient spurring her hors. e bounded oyer toward the hut. Mq.rie vanished, within building She re turned almost immediately, just as her father came Funning to the spot where she raged. I .,1, and the w0l1!an are mIssing," the gIrl howled They have escaped." jnst whispered Falloux, to the intense

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22 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. prise of Stewart, whp open-mouthed was watching the dreadful scene fierce a s a c y cl one in its exhibition of ,terrible rage. Falloux sank to dle ground, a white and trembling wreck: of a,-man. \", What mystery is there in all this?" thought Stew art. "How can the escape of Pig-faced Butts' with that pallid-faced half dead woman whom I saw in that cell, so frighten this fierce demon of a man, so that he cowers fo the earth like a frightylled child?" ,PAUL VANCE DOES SOME QUICK THINKING. he had' at length returned to the Chinaman, he found the man's eyes were open. "DiCln't I say that I never could brain a China quoth Paul, as he frowned at the recumbent yellow man. The Chinaman gasped. Paul felt sorry for the fellow in spite hIS attempt at murder and, lifted him up and examllled the cut in his head. . It was wide and gaping, but was WIthout question only a flesh wound. . Paul ran to a near-by spring, got s01;ne 10 !us hat, sprinkled the man with it, gave hIm stIff dnnk from his canteen, and soon saw that the Chlllaman was back to earth again. "Why you try killee me? he asked' l!! true Western Pigeon-English always uiO'ed,when talklllg to a yellow man, by tiif whites., 'rhe yellow man gr, inned. Game bird, anyhow," Paul. That head needs a stitch or t'Yo." Paul took from his pocket a surgeon's needle and twine. He carried the neeale for just such. a time Paul Vance had no time to escape the shot, he saw. as the one that confronted him. Dire peril makes a man think quick. Within a half hour after he had tried. his best to The round hole of the tube of the rifle pointed at kiIl the Chinaman, Paul was just as busily engaged him, did not give out its deadly missile, as quick as in trying to save his life. Paul's mind 'Worked: "Stop that," he cried, as the fellow winced under He fell prone upon his face with the very flash the stitches he was getting' through his scalp. "I am from the weapon. ., not much of a sewing machine, but here's where I Sb splendidly did he fall, that the assassin who had sew up that cut. It's sure a nasty one, and would have aimed at his life, was sure that he had killed ,the brave killed anyone but a fool Chinaman." scout. Soon Paul had the Chinaman's head neatly bundled The man dropped his rifle' and with a guttural ex clamation rushed at what he felt s)1n! was his prostr'l:te,-dying victim. Vance pretended to be itt the throes of death, for he was unhurt. He threshed about among the bushes, and managed to thus crawl toa half stooping posi-tion. The assassin, unmindful of the exact reception he I was about to get, leaped down upon Paul. The Scout straightened up. .. He whirJed his long rifle over his head. The gun ..came down directly upon the head of the on-charging assassin. Whack! The assassin crumpled up in a heap of senseless flesh. Bis head was almost crushed by the terrific blow Vance dealt him. In two seconds more Vance turned the fellow over after he had firmly bound him. He saw through the blood on the man's face that'he was a Chinaman. "Sure it is. a Paul cried to himself. "A white skull wbuld nave now been split clear to the. chap's heels, with the blow I struck. You can't kill a Chinaman with a Mow, I guess. I never could, anyway." Vance fea,ring that the Chinaman had others with him made a quick circuit of the immediate vicinity, of the woods but fooo4 no cQ,mpanion of the assas-sin. '\ "Now, I just 'wonder why that Chink tried to kill me," Vance mused. "J. haven't any feud with China men on that I know of. We scouts never have had I any brushes with them-weIr, it's a mystery to me, I can't fathom it." up. "Look like an accident ward in a hospital," Paul commented. " Well, there you are,. dear old assassin that didn't assassinate. All ready now to get on the job again, but don't you put your ugly head where I can hit,it. Next time I'll make a Chinese sau sage of your head." The China 'man moaned feebly. Then he sat up and blinked at Paul. "Gosh, but-you are an 'ugly brute," added Paul. "What do you call yourself when you are home?" "Wing Tung;" replied the man. "Better change your name-call yourself Winged Done," answered Paul. T.he Chinaman impassively winked again. "Now my boy," cried Paul as he cocked his rifle, "you speak right out in meeting. You confess all about yourself or I will make a better job of it this time and put a bullet into you that no surgeon can get at, to save your dirty life, this trip." The Chinaman became exceedingly bland. '" For ways that are dark and tricks that are vain, the heathen Chinee is peculiar, the which .... I do rise to maintain,':' quoted Paul. Now tell your little story. Get on to the history of your life and do it quick." "No shootee," critfd Wing Tung. All bloody mis takee." "It's bloody enough," returned Paul "as to the mistake part, we will hear about that right now." "Thought yo' be Henri FaUoux, savez?" replied Wing' Tung. "Oh, you thought I was that dear bandit one Henri Falloux. I've a notion to shoot you for mistaking me for that fiend."

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T H E AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . I fr ien' o P i ggy." "Wh a t ? " Iss." You're a f ri e nd o f Pig-face d Butts," replied Vance, who knew all ab out the little' man from Stewart. Iss." You mean yes?" " If you a re a friend ?f Butts why did you try to k ill me-I kn o w somethmoabout Piggy " "re j oined the C hinaman, in a breathles s burst of "None of that, my boy, or this gun is going off. I won t be taken by anyone for Henri Falloux." ''"We try helpee Piggy, we get-Marie-Falloux-she kill ee C h e e Loo. I tink you gal's dad, try findee gal, I s hootee y o u too dam-queek." The s t ory was out at length. "Oh. I see, answered Paul. "You are the man that aided in the abduction of Marie. Was she try ing t o get a wa y from you when she cam e flying my way? T h e C hi na man nodded. Vance f e l t of his jaw which w a s very tender. I w i s h hereafter you would be a leetle c areful of your p r i so ners, for that same Marie Falloux handed m e a b out a s neat a blow as I ever got in all my life. For her w e i ght she is the neatest hitter I ever saw. She has got a nice punch with her." The Chinaman blinked. "How you knowee, we glet gal?" he asked. "I don't know it. But I pieced it all out. When she fle w b y me in the woods I felt sure she didn't r i d e that way for fun. She is a harum-scarum lady at that, but she wouldn't fly through the woods at the ris k o f her pretty neck unless she was Hying f r o m sorpe one. When you hove in sight and tried to k ill me I tumbled to your game." W e knowee Henri 'Falloux follow; try gettee us. We try g ettee him first. We mix you wrong, savez? "Oh, you thought that Falloux was after you fo r abductin g his daughter so you started out to get h im. and th ought I was he, eh?" "Iss. I go o ne way, Quang Duck go odder." "So you t w o bandits were stealing through woods after Falloux for the purpose of murdenng h im? " Iss." Where i s Quong Duck? "Back w ith Piggy-faced, and gal." What ? " Iss." "Do you mean t6 me. that Butts i s back in th e woods WIth a glr1--what gIrl? 1 d \ " Dug up ga out, ttngeon. Well I w ill be darned." Vance unc ock ed his rifle. He strode over to the Chinaman. "Can you walk he / / vY in g Tung nodded. Then you hike fast to where that gal IS and where P ?" Iggy IS, see. The C hi naman struggled to hIS feet, and led the way through the woods. "If Jack Stewart hasn't down to the bo.t t o m of the Dungeon Mystery, remarked Vance 111 g r e a t glee, It looks a s if I was going to beat him o':1t to th e game." The two men then hurried away through the woods in search of the rescue4 girl and Pig-faced Butts. "Well, I have at least g o t the message through to the rest of the Scouts," Vance thought. "They will b e h ere to reinforce us soon; but now.I must hurry to the relief of the mysterious woman of the dungeon, and find how Pig-faced Butts found wit enough to rescue her." While he spoke Va'nce, with true woodman's suspicio n darted his glances hither and thither throu2'h the woods. He got his rifle in working order when he saw \ under a great elm tree the shadow of a man walking back and forth like an uneasy spirit. The man unquestionably saw Vance quite as quickly as Vance saw him. He raised his weapon to his shoulder to warn off the S c out from daring further approach. "Don't shoot," screamed a woman's voice, just as the two weapons were aj:>out to belch forth their murderous contents. t CHAPTER XI. THE BANDIT S E RGE ANT'S DISCOVERY. Alth o ugh a veritable fury in language and actions, Marie Falloux did not collapse under the discovery that the mysterious woman of the dungeon had escaped, owing to the efforts of Pig-faced Butts whom Marie had designed to murder. "Oh, Pop, what's the use of your making such an idiot of yourself," Marie cried to her cowering sire. I L os t All is lost," was all the white lips of Henri Falou x could utter. "Rats," cried Marie, "lost, nothing Nothing is lost while we have the life left to fight with. Don't be s uch a coward." M a rie's voice trailed off into an almost incoherent splutter of French oaths for on occasion Marie could say things in French, that she would blush to translate into English, Stewart who was growing pop-eyed from curiosity, now man'agect to/-curb his looks so that they did not appear to be so curious, and he drew near to Marie writing on his pad a request to be allowed to aid her in some way. The g irl cast a grateful look on him. "You are all right. I am glad there's going to be a rea l man in the f3ffiily that knows what to do when there's trouble in the air. Pop is about as much good as the painted picture of him in our parlor." Marie rapidly wrote these words. "Why did he go up in the air?" wrote Stewart in reply. "He is afraid." Afraid of what? Shadows."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. '''VVha kind of shadows?," "Those he raises in his mind." "Those are the worst kind." Surely they are, but Pop has raised a wgole' house fqIl of them." 'vVhyo" "L d D 't k or y on y Knows. on as me. "vVas he afraid because the girl escaped? "You bet." v Vho is she?" "'That's our secret." Excuse / Don't apologize." "I clid not mean to offend." "I know you didn't-but look here, Pop's on the blink, and isn't any good. Say, you hag. better ,marry me to-night, then after you a 're my husband wiH tell you all the mystery; but not before." A river 9f perspiration began to stream down Stew art's face. He feared that Marie would marry him out of hand. "She'll marry me When I ain!t lodking," Stewart inwardly said. "Hully Gee! Is there no escape?" Then a bright thought struck him. He wrote his reply qu. icI gIrl, who really is a very pretty woman, IS. of mar rying nie riO'ht in a few hours, then IS gOl11g to make me t'he 0f the desperadoes her father commands, and me out to get hold of a poor girl she has been tortur:inO' aet's me nervous," thought poor b' b ha d Stewart. 'I Apd I, an American Scout, tryl11g r to this girl and her father and to br.eak up. the outlaws .'.'ho have been her only aSSOCiates S1l1ce childhood." Stewart mused over the strange destiny that had thrown hlrn in his unfortunate' position. Marie did not go fu,rther into the trouble over the escape of the mysterious woman but turned to Jack and continued her writing. "You know that fellow Jack Stewart," she wrote. "The chap I shot, and whom Paul Vance strung me to believe I had killed?" Stewart had. hard work from allowing his face to betray his feelings "Yes," he r .eplied," it seems to me that you did tell me something about that chap." "I'm just dead sorry I didn't plant him,. but one of our boys came in last night. He said he heard up at Grand Forks that a lot of American Scouts were com ing down here to clean up the Falloux gang, and that Jack Stewart was ,to command them." "Ghosts don't hold commissions in the American Scouts. do thev?" wrote Stewart. "I dunno. "Do you?" "I dtlnno either," wrote Jack.
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,/ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 25 H e saw the Bowie was one that bid to Paul Vance. e onge 'Witho ut 'information. Stewart saw that' the pla.n was one hIt by his Am e rican Scout friend, V to commumcate some grave news to him. fenow,. that Vance,; thought Stewart. There s somethIng up. He is anxious to have me know the nws " Did you hear anything" Sergeant, while you W-;;e at a s to this chap Stew art-why didn't I hlln when I had the cha.rce?" put in Marie. I heard that he was headin' them Scouts a comin' to u s all replied the Sergeant.' what I told you! Jacques," ventured Ma t u rmng to Stewart as she spoke. Y o u f o und the note, you say?" questioned the Scout. Y e s. A stickin' in a big tree fight' 'long' side of our tra il. Say it gin me a shock." The Ser geant held the note out toward Jack. It's f ro m the villain Stewart, I'll wager, exclaimed the Serg e ant further, as he handed the note to Jack. Jack S tewart, the supposed writ er of the note as Jacque s Dio g o, future husband o f Marie Queen o f the bandits, t ook the mis s i v e and looked i t over quietly. \ Open it,'"' insi sted Marie. The Scout obeyed. " W h a t d o e s the 'note say?" insi s ted tHe girl." The Scout wrote to Marie asking lier to read it a l oud. I T o the FaIIotlx Gang\ at r ons -Qn the pad whicH he extended to Do you know any plan we can put in practice ?" Made wrote. T u s t one." "What is it?" I( '1:0 kill Jack Stewarl" "Of course, but how?" I will kill him." You? .. Yes . I." "How?': "ShQot him." But h6w are s hoot him."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY "I am going to leave camp here about dusk, ride through the woods until I get within a mile of the camp of the American Scouts, then creep near enough to shoot Stewart out of the bushes." "A great plan," Marie rejoined rubbing her hands in ecstasy, but oh dear-don't you remember I have sent for the clergyman? Weare to be married to1 night." I "Do you think I don't remember? wrote Stewart, quite in a sentimental way. "Now, I can get >over to the Scout's camp, shoot Jack Stewart, and get back." , "I don't know a wedding present you could give me more acceptable then the news that you had shot and killed Jack Stewart," cried Marie. "But do you think that I would be doing right to let you 'go? Stewart might kill you, and that would rather put an end to my plans for our. wedding." "You cQuld get a second husband soon?" We won't talk about a second until I get my first. I see .you are .right. There is no 9ther way out of this. We must kill Jack Stewart. If we get him in the confusion we can get away ourselves. I see Pop was r!ght. game's up at Line City. We have got to qUlt the claIm. Well, I am dead sorry. I've been very happy here with the gang." What are you going to do with all the stuff in the cache r ",-"It is safe enough .. No one wiII ever find it deep in those woods, but some of Us who know the secret trail to get to the place. You know it now don't you ? " You mean I know how to get to it by following the big tree n1ark-yes." ./ "That's enough for any of us. But pshaw I don't care if we never get any of that smuggl'ed stuff. There's enough cash in different banks all over Europe to keep us going all our lives. Say Pop's been a Border Jumper for twenty years, and a smuggler for five more-man, we are all rich, and won't have to worry about money matters." "That's .fine,!' wrote. the Scout. "N w Marie, you keep a shff upper hp. plI ride off to kill Jack Stewart." "Good bye, then, but Jacques, can't you take alonCT a few of the FaIIoux sandwiches and after you killed Stewart take a detour around by Grand Forks and leave a saddle bag full of them." Stewart jumped as if shot. Here came the of the note found by Paul Vance on the dead Chinaman. The note was burned into Stewart's brain. He repeated it in his ,mind from his memory where it was engraved ever SInce he ?ad begun puzzling over it. Bill-The Sandwiches Will be reddy, by the first or second, at Pops. Get wise and bizy... " MARIE." look out for them d-d Amencan. Scouts' twiJ are heer; i git I." "All right, Marie," replied Stewart who hunO' his head for fear the girl would see the fierce 'joy' his eyes. "Just as you say." Say," wrote Marie. "I will show you' som e papers I got off Stewart when I shot him; one M the papers seems to be a warrant fo the arrest of the Falloux gang; if I'd known that I would have ta:ken more care when I aimed at him to kill him." "Beiter let m e look through the papers, Marie." Stewart's heart beat heavily with fear of a rebuffing answer when he wrote these words "All right," wrote Marie in return. ., Sure, you might as well take the papers along with you and read them on the way. They are no good to me." Stewart's heart beat again with the feeling that he had won nearly all he had started out to win. He was about to recover the papers just as he told Paul Vance that he would. "Come on, boy, and get those sandwiches," Marie cried, and I want to kiss you good bye, for somehow my heart is heavy, and I never expect to see you reo turn." The beautifu1 girl spoke truer than she knew. CHAPTER XII. PAUL VANCE AWAITS JACK STEWART. Paul Vance strode up and down in front of the cluster of tents, in which could be seen many members of the American Mounted Scouts taking their ease. He had kep't his pledged word to Stewart and had summoned Scouts, in force enough to cope with the FaUoux gang. If Jack Stewart gets my note," cried Vance, "all will be well." Vance turned when he heard a sentry stationed without the camp challenge someone with a loud, "Halt." Then Vance heard a familiar voice. "By Jove," he cried, "here comes Jack Stewart now." In ten seconds Jack and Vance were warmly shaking hands "How goes it?" Vance asked this question. Fine." "Got all your case ready?" "Yes." "Get back youi' papers?" I Stewart who was happy at not having to write his replies, on a pad, and to guard his tongue, lest it betray hiql handed Vance his wallet whiC;h Marie Falloux had stolen him, in the !ar off .days them both now, when the girl, now so In love With the supposed Jacques Diogo, had tried to kill the brave Jack Stewart. "Thunder and ages," cried Vance. "You got it back, didn't you?" "Yes." You got to' the bottom of all the stuff you need to 'Convict the Falloux gang, eh?" "Yes." "What's the matter?" Jack Stewart had not gotten over the parting with Marie who forgotten the bandit side of her nature and was all girl. ._ Sorry I went into the game" he said Oh! Ho! \iVhy? ( "1 hate to double-cr. oss that girl." yance gave a whistle of amazement. Now tell me all about it," he requested. Stewart blurted out the entire love affair which even Vance see had bee!1 on the side of the girl. little Viper, why did she go and fall in love With you? Vance shouted. "I don't know; I didn't ask her to do it, and I didn't want her after she said she had done it-say, I'm dead glad to get from that .camp. Why, man, that clergyman will be there at 11Ightfall. I Just got out three or four leaps ah d f h' If I hadn't that girl would have married me sure ,,0 1m. Stewart's face was red under the mockery his companion.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 "Gallant Jack Stewart t" cried V ".' Gets his e-vi-dence again 'st a b d' abce. h of Detectives. rna-king the out-law s f' d an y t e method of Gent-Ie-men I ass-u all' -ter all.111 love with him. My lips do n-o-t hthere IS no decep-tlon prac-ticed by me. Oh hew en the fig-ure of the speaks" YOyU go cas e ,yourself," cried Stewart. "You make weary. au wouldn t try to d bl 'h' than I have und th' ou e-cross t at girl any more be It' s de;{d t erh t e hClrcumstances, no matter what she may ;, D oug 0 ave to pull her gang." uty, my boy, often makes things hard for us" Stewarthwere quiet for several each being IS o wn t oughts. the way Vance broke the silence with this question ere are your saddle-bags?" "I'm sitting on them" Oh! What for?" "They are valuable" "How valuable?" "'North about twenty-five thousand dollars." "Oh, gwan. "Sure thing." Explain. In ans w e r Stewart handed Vance a tiny roll, such as one uses on a breakfast table. I Vance turned the roll over. : :' Wha t is this? he asked. A bre akf a st roll." ""Vhat's it made of?" "Flour, milk, butter, yeast, and salt. Vance looked puzzled : : The n what's the answer?" he asked Y o u g uess, I had to." "What is there to guess?" replied as he turned the roll over over. just a roll which one has with one's c?ffee In the mormng-If the cook is good enough natured to 'gIve you one . "That's what I thought until Marie showed me the combinahon." \ "A combin a tion? Say, Jack, what's the matter-? Has love turne d y our head? Safes have combinations; not breakfast rolls ." : Oh, r dunno," rejoined Jack. He gave a roll a dexterous twist. I In the c e nter was then to be seen, a hollowed out space. In fact a lmost all of the interior of the roll was missing, l e a ving onl y the crust. / / In the vac a nt space was to be seen a reddish colored like substance. "What I S this? asked Vance, as a bitter, acrid nauseous p e r s istent o d o r s wept to his nostrils. # ,Oh, th a t?" replied Stewart. "That is what is known as Papaver S o mniferum." "It s m ells as n as ty as its name, eh?" S tewa.r t l a ughed II W hat's the o ther name of this creature-if it is a creature?", "What you see then, is the juice obtained from the capsule of t h e w h it e p o ppy, or as it is better known to commerce, it is some o f th e Turkey, or Levant opium the waxy lustre stuff tha t t h e yellow m e n u s e to whiff their cares away." Thunde r! cried Vance. "It's prime opium, then. I thought opiu m w as b l acki sh?" "It i s a f ter it's been kept awhile, but this is fresh opium, just ove r p robabl y by the last Turkish steamer to touch at Van couver e h?" "How di d y ou come by it?" "Marie Falloux wanted me to take it to a certain man in Grand Forks, on this side of the Hne, who handles the stuff for this part o f the country I've got $ 2 5 ,000 worth of the stuff in these saddle-bags, and there's easily $250,000 worth more back in the Fall o u x camp " B y Gosh I s e e a light," almost screamed Vanc;,II Hum," r e plied Stewart. "Tha t n o t e about the 'sandwiches,' I pulled off the body of that C hink you s hot the day Marie plunked you one-s ay, these are the 'sandwich es ,' are they not?" Yes you h av e hit it first guess. Thi s is the way the Falloux gang take t o s muggle their opium. fro m p o int to point,. a!ter they have s muggl e d it o ver the Canadian border, whence It IS smuggled from Turkey. No one would s uspect that a barrel. of breadr olls o r breakfast-rolls would contain the dreadful soul destroying' drug, in quantities that sum up. a. wonderf,ul cash t otal The opium loot of the Falloux gang IS Immense. " Ve il if this i sn't the slickest thing I eVir heard of," yance sai d in amaze ment. ; You see Marie did n o t write that note, but a member of the gang did, it having been arranged that the girl's name should be signed to all letters to the Grand Forks' fence,' or man who got rid of the smuggled drug, for the gang. Having written the note which translated means that a new shipment of prime opium was to be made next by the Falloux's, about the first or second of the current month, which gave the fence a chance to look out for the breakfast-rolls, which were shipped quite openly as rolls that were stale, and were being returned to the Grand Forks baker with whom Fa1l6ux dealt, very openly. You know Falloux never has tried to secrete himself at Line City. He always claimed to be a farmer, real estate man, lawyer, what n ot, and used to claim further that his bandit gang were really his employees who worked at legitimate business under his direction." "That is why no other American Scout got them' right,' red-handed, as you have." Exactly." "But isn't -that a peach of a smuggling trick? "Best that ever. Marie tell's me that they have been shipping back old rolls and bread, by her father's bull teams quite as often as they had fJpium to deliver. She says that half the time they never even headed up barrels of the rolls, and if anyone with any wit had broken one open he would have got next in a second." "But after he got next?" "Oh, Marie said she u sed to go along with each load and watched that no one opened the rolls." "Wha t would happen if they had?" "She said she would h ave s hot them quick, under the idea tha t 'dead men tell no My but that girl is a monster, isn't she? " Yes, but she has extremely fetching eyes-and I wish I hadn't gone to that camp, Oh hum!" "Say, it's kin'der tough at that, J;eplied Vance. "Got to do up the gal who is in love with you?" Stewart nodded. I d o n't give a hang f o r old F a ll oux. He's a man and knew Detter than to go into such a game, and it serves him right when we jail him." "But Marie never had no show, eh?" "Never had a look-in at a decent game, and well--" "T rather think that when we make the round up, Marie is liable to--" "Ge t arres ted. Oh I'll do m y duty all right." "That is the hardest part of our business-doing ones duty." Both men pondered silently over this question Then Vance spoke. "What did you think yougot my note signed Jack Stewart? "I was wi s e in a minute that you had taken that way to communicate with me." "Yo.u see, I had got the woman of mystery and Pig-faced Butts 111 my care, and after you and I had. talked in the woods, and I knew just what you had accomplished inside of the outlaw camp, I made up my mind that somehow I had just got tQ put you wise to the fact that I had the girl and Piggy safe" plie d Vance. ' How did you find the girl?" "That's quite a story." Vance thel'l told Stewart of his great fight in the woods with Wing Tung, and his later dis covery that the Chinaman was aiding Butts the. w o man of mystery to escape, and had taken Vance fQr Henn Falloux, in pursuit of the flying part y Gee!" cried Stewart, "you certa.i'nly had your troubles as badly as I had them. You were in some danger yourself." "Now, then," answered Paul "it's up to you as commande t of this detachment of American Mounted Scouts to talk with the woman and Pig-faced and try to piece out the facts of her s tory with what she can t ell you, and what you have learned in that renegade's camp _' I sUJ:!pose what," rejoined Stewart, "but r' am not stuck o n t.he ).oh. I Wis h I could fix uP. something honorable that Mane might escape. I hate to arrest that girl, under the circum stances." "Oh, rats," sneered Vance. "You're dead in love with the girl and serves you right for iLall. Now, don't you worry a bit. Y Ott may wager right that she' hasn't burned up her affectIons so deep as you think. There's plenty left on tap I tell you, man, you're in wrong again. Marie Falloux won't

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THE AMERICAN mit suicide on'" your account, you just go put a bet down on tFiat." Paul .laughed 'foudly as fie' spoke, but Stewart's eyes were ( gloomy. WEEKLY. "He teat ine often, h e used to seem 1 d in his drunken fits, and then wOliJd turn oh me like a tiger." ,I Did J\J arie, his daughter, assist you?" .. (, was worse than her father. She resented h,g, marrYll1g a girl about her age, and she did every a.ct of tbat inge)l uity could and she is ingenious when It comes to cruel tv." ,e Anyway 1 have got back my paprs, as I said 1 w.,ould, I have tHe secrets of tlie smuggling gang of desperadoes in my hands, an? r must do. niy duty d g .ht h ere for the fast tir,ne let me say, it stough.". "\VeU, let it go at that/' snapped Vance. "You had better see the wofnan 01 mystery right now and get her story. She and Pig-faced Butts are over in a tent near mine. She-but. here she comes with Piggy." Stewart looked up, ./C littJe.; hend," thought "I will .that" she WIll gIve' anyone a run Jor theIr money whom .she (hshkes ... But he made flO answer'to Mrs. FaUoux, Instead awaIting her furthe!' confidences. made my life nearly as miserable as' her father,". Mrs. Falloux aqded. "She tried in every way to have me d,e by natural means." He saw a tall, yet very pretty young woman coming toward him, escorted by :Pig-faced Butts CHAPTER XIlJ. rJ.tt WOMAN OF MYstERY. "I am sorry to see you in uch a plight?" Stewart said to the wotnan of mystery. "Thaf,Jks to your good offices and that of the American Scouts," she;: replied,. my danger is not nearly as great as it was." . [ "Would you mi!ld telling me sOl:nething about the tIi:l;stery of your confinement In that dungeQI1 111 the Falloux camp, for: that is really what their Line City h ome i s a bandit camp." As Stewart spoke he saw that the woman was sttikingly beautiful. Her hair, eyes, and regular features, made up a sttikingtype of D'eauty, as her hair was of the golden hne that goes with beautiful and expressh' e blue eyes. "I think I ought to tell you my name, first," she said. Vance and Pig-faced Butts strolled off toward the woods together at this point, Vance, not wishing to be present when Stewart heard the woman's story except upon the expressed wish of his chief, Stewart. Stewart thought it best to hear' the woman's story alone. "Tell me your.name, H you wish," replied Stewart. "My name is Mts. FalIo.ux." What?" cried Ste}vart, appalled by the statement. Why, what r e latlOl') are you to Marie Failoux, and to say, I can't understand?" .. I The woman smiled faintly. l. "I am the wife of Henri Falloux." I Good LOrdy I eyes were as big as apples; his face was red with sUilpressed emotion. "Yes, I am the wife of the Bordel' Jumper, Henri FallO'ux." The woman's words at length seemed to reach Stewart's brain "But you are only about as old as Marie Falloux, Henri Falloux's daughter you' see," said Stewart when he had some-what recovered from his surprise. ... "True, but r am Henri Falloux's second wife." The woman raised her. voice in interrogation as she spoke and as she thus \ invited further quest10ning, Stewart asked to explain the 'facts as to her marriage with Falloux. I met Falloux at Grand Forks," she continued. "This' was about two years ago." I suppose it was about the time ee why they Eh11t me up in that dungeon. The dun geon \\'3S built to conhne member s of the bandit gang who needed correction, hy its chief, Henri Falloux. I ,Yent to slee p in 'mv room O'I:\c night 'and I awoke in that awful hole of torture." I "Whe:
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 29 "Because she i s my only s1ster." For the second time that day eye-s layout ()J1 his and he turned red as the comb of turkeY-1wbbler in his dire surpn e, "i :: Well thi;;, all! ' he ejaculated. You see, contlOued Butts, "I lived at Grand Forks When I heal"d that my sister was being abused by Fa110ux some of the menlben of his gang, I hurrietl"to Une City I thought then .. that was all that he daimed t@ he he man led sister; b ut I soon got IOtO some of the secrets of the smugg11l1g ,gang of bandits, and tried to use th1 as a lever upon Falloux.' ., \ \'hat was the result?" ., A 1 10t fight in which f came out with a fract1!red skull. Falloux struck me with a hatchet on the head, and for weeks I layout of my hea<:l, ;uTII,'J.ursed, untoucbed, and just alive. Such brutal treatment llO man ever he.ard of before" :: was your next attemp't at the rescue of sister?" \:y h e n 1 had recovered I found that everyone thought I was crazy. 1 :-,'as not b';1t 1 pretel'1ded to be for my own, purpose. The peculiar f o rmatIOn of my face and jaws which makes me look something like a pig, c.aused the gang to name roe "Pig faced,' so I kept up the idea by my insane pranks. They finally let me alone as a natural born idiot, and thus I got into touch with the three Chinamen. They were wiJ1'ing to iWork ,for -me for a certain .gum of money I had concealed when I first entered the camp." "I see," Stewart. "Then we tried to lind the proper moment to rescUe my sister . The day you entered the hut the Chinaman in my employ had tried to get the letter Marie had given another or third Ch}na man to mail at Grand Forks, so we could see what was in it in hopes that there wouLd be something found to aid us. A fight ensued--" And I fisheci you Ollt from under the table." "\Vhere I crawled whe!) I saw fuss was near,'ng the shooting point." Pig-faced Butts and Stewart each laughed as t4ey remembered the incident. "How did you rescue your sister at 1ast?" asked Stewart. "J had confid enc e in you when I saw you So I still pretended to be c/', azy and aftel:' mystifying you a whil.e I showed you the sec r et of the dungeon feeling sure that you would not betray me," replie d Pig-faced. "I see." But you know there,.did not come a time to get my sister opt of that h ell-hole l1nti1 you were away on an errand to the ,ache of the Bandits, a nd Marie was a prisoner in the hands of Vance." Vance turned pink as Stewa.rt begap to nurse a supposed aching jaw. "Marie can hit bard, anyway," Vance remarked in an injured tone. A ripple of laug ht e r -ran tl;lrough the little circle. \ V e had fixed matters up," continued Pig-faced, "to abduct 11arie by the Chinamen They were to hold her prisoner to exac t from her father as the price of her return, the liberty of hi s wife my sistei:'. But Marie murdered Chee Loo, and then when \\'ing Tung back to Line City and -to!d me of this fact I knew the affaIr was desperate. J Mane got back t o cam'p before we all, escaped it would mean my death." "It would," remarked Stewart. "Marie when she got to Line Citv hunted all over the camp for YOtl, to shoot you. "But a s -luck would have it my s i ste r and I had by then e scape d and joined W ing Tung,' and Q uong Duck in but knowing that there would bt:) a hue and cry, an? bl t'te r made by FaJIoux he discovered tfe of Mane, I hurried the two Chmamen out to khl FaUoux, If they met him, on s ight." "That's why I bad to fight one o f the yellow men," cried Vance. "But I tumbled to the game when the yellow gent told me he -was a 'ilein9 of Pig-faced Butts, I beg your pardon, of 1I1r. Butts here." , "Don' t apologize. I'm stilI Pig-faced But.ts, after alL" \\' ell," went on Vance, "when .Ch1l:k and I through the "'oods at my command, to Pig-faced and Mrs. Falloux here, up goes Piggy's gun, and If Mrs. elled don't shoot there would have been another run m nght y ?" there. see. I "As it was." very quickly crien ]\IIrs. Falloux, H;1y screarI]s stopped the matter before the shots were fired, and I was brought here, to be g1ven the best of care by the American Sc'outs, God bless them." "Then tbere is not much more for u$ to do bt start to raid the J"aJJo. ux outfit," museil Stewart half aloud:-"I bate to it at that. l3ut it's a case of duty, and I w!11 ,hav, e to do It, although a fellow hates to arrest the girl who has sent for the clergyman to man'y him 10 her." Vance grinned like a CJ:ieshire cat. .. ( Why ?idJl't y.O()u it tbelj.. by rernammg. there and mg the girl? Say, I tl1mk you would make a swell 'bandit, at that." The only answer Stewart made was to sound "boots and saddle" to the Troopers of the American Scouts, who stood about enjoying the relaxing th.at camp life gave from usual daily duties. There was a rush of shouting !jlen toward prancing .horses1 a mounting of 'kahalci uniformed troopers, and a,imost 111 a tnce a gaUant array of twenty-five of the fine American Mounted faced St.ewart, '!heir commander. "Vance," .order-j:ld Stewart, "see that Pi-Utced gets a T611 off e110ugh men to guard camp. and Mrs . Falloux. Now ihen! trot; gallop!''' the order sent the Scouts off through the forest trail at high speed on their fine chargers. The attack OR 'Line City, had begun. CHAPTER XIV. JACK STEWART'S PuZZLE. "Move cartfully, boys." The whispered inj unction was not -lost upon the Mounted Scouts. Every effort was made not to make any noise. "There is Line City there, off to the right a mile." Jack Stewart whispered the words to Paul Vance, while right behind visibly excited, and grasping a revolver l1aU as big as he, it seemed to Stewart, came Pig-f4ced Butts, anxious to "give ol)e" to Henri Falloux, when the. fight had fairly begun. I /, Take half of our force .stewart cried finalJy ito Vance. "Crass over to a post directly opposite us. Then you can attack from that side of the little gulch Line City lies in, and I can attack ff.o)l1 thi,s, Then we will shut them in by the river, as I will deploy my m en so that they will cut off all the avenues of e$cape on the land side "A good idea," replied Vance. "Look out for Marie, Jack. She's more deadly with that clergyman than she was with her revolver wh.en she shot you. She wOl1ld kill you quick; but my 'boy, she would marry you q uicker Fight hard or she will marry you, enemy or 17-9 enemy." "Stop fooling," answered Stewart. "J ust try to be good and happy, and follow your orders as a good soldier should." Soon Vance was off at the head of his detachment after arranging with 5.tewart that a single shot would be fired by him wben in position, and at the soun d of the shot bbth parties understand it to be the signal for a charge. "We will cut the bandits to ribbbns," rem:;trked Pig-faced, all happiQess now that he could see defeat and dire disaster approaGhing the Falloux's. Stewart nodded. "They hrought it on th e mselves by breaking the law," added Pig-faced. "They did-but still I hat e to arrest that girl." "Of course you do," adde d Pig-faced. "Now, it's always hard to arrest a woman but in your case it must be the hardest kind of work; although if ever there was a tough, lost to all feeling of that girl Marie is the woman. She is so pretty also, so nice when She, wants to be, so devilislt when she doesn't want to be nice--" "She is an anomaly, that's all," replied Stewart.

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I 38 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. As he spoke he was searching the outer side of the gulch, to see if he could trace the movements of Vance. "He is a wonder," he thought, "no one possibly could detect that he was passing through those woods "lith twelve menwell, we will get the signal to charge when He is in position. He ought to be in position in a few minutes." Stewart sighed. Say" Pig-faced," he added a moment later. "See, that smoke in the direction of Line City?" Pig-faced Butts looked through his glasses and gave a ejaculation. Smoke. I should say I did see it? Why, there's lots of it. Good Gracious, Stewart, Line City is all afire." Stewart again took a long look through his glasses. He could see the flames up the dungeon-hut; he saw them dart toward the home of Marie and her father; shack after shack, the grocery and supply store, all were soon wrapped in great flames. Pungent smoke filled the air. The roar of the conflagration could be heard even where Stewart stood, a mile by the trail away from the burning building. Then a shot rang out across the gulch. It came f1'om Paul Vance's revolver; it was the signal to at tack and wipe out the Fa'lloux gang of desperate bandits. Charge!" yelled Stewart. He loosed nis horse's reins as he criedthe order. ;He flashed down the trail I ike a thunderbolt. .,Behind him streamed his gallant band of American scouts. Almost in a breath the distance was eaten by the eager hoofs of flying detachment. Paul Vance could be seen charging down the hill from the other side of the gulch, his gallant band right behind him. The bandits were utterly outwitted and outnumbered. A few shots; a few men tumbled in the first mad charge, dead, or badly wounded, to the ground. --, The remainder of the band threw down their arms and rushed to ask quarter of Stewart. He soon had the major portion of the band in irons ready to be carted off to jail. But by this time was no chance to save Line City. Every building in the tiny half hamlet, half pirate .camp had been utterly destroyed, except the house where Marie and Falloux had lived. This was also a blaze when Stewart followed by Vance and Pig-faced rushed into it. "Where do you suppose Marie and Falloux are to be found," cried Pig-faced. "I have seen no trace of them in this fight. I expected he and she would fight like mad wolves rather than see their gang broken up." "Come on," cried Stewart as he led the way into the parlor of the room. Wha t' s this?" crie.d Vance. "He pointed t 5 a man on his face on the floor of the room, with the smoke beginning to curl about him, and flames of crimsotl to dart savage, serpent-like fangs at him. gave a cry of amazement. He turned the body over. It was that of Henri Falloux, the bandit leader of the Border Jumpers. A bullet hole directly in the center of his forehead showed how he had died: Pinned to his coat was a letter. It was addressed to "Jack Stewart, American Scout." Stewart opened it. This is whathe read aloud to Paul Vance and Pig-faced Butts: "Dear Jack. For I am going to call you that, after all. You think you fooled me by pretending to be the Dummy, Jacques Diogo. Take it from me you didn't. I knew you were Jack Stewart, the American Scout, the moment I saw you in our camp. , "You did not fool me a bit. But I knew then that the game was up for Henri Falloux and his gang. And I began then to make preparations to get off without going to jail; and you see here I am, free and no danger of jail for mine. So you thought I was in love with you-now maybe I was, and 'maybe I 'wasn't; you guess at the right 'answer. It was really funny to see how you squirmed when I asked you to marry me and sent for the clergyman. "But it gained for me to get my plans well laid. "There is money in the Mountain National bank, at Grand Forks to pay the she-cat, who calls herself Henri Fal lou,x, a living for life. I settle her' claims on my father's estate this way. As "you see the old man is dead. He got on a big drunk when his wife escaped because he knew the game was up then fpr us all, and he feared your band of Mounted Scouts. ,\ "I tried to get him to escape with me, but he would not. "So I shot him. "I thought it better to kill him, even if he was my father, than to be burdened with him. All the money is in the bank now far away, under a name you will never know. Why bur den myself with him? He never cared much for his daughter or he wouldn't have brought her up here among the bandits that make up his outlaws; killing is just about good for him. "If you ever catch me you can use this as a qonfession of my guilt. I cet; tainly shot Pop, when he lying in a drunken slumber on the floor. "There is one thing more; the revolver you were shot with by me, I have left at the bank where you can get it in Grand Give it to the girl you finally marry. Possibly some day she will wish my aim was better. "Don't think will ever find' me; in a foreign land with a large fortune, I will live respe.cted, under another name. The rest of the 10Qt of the Falloux gang you are .,welcome to, Jack, my boy. "So YOll thought I WpS in love with you? Maybe I was; maybe I wasn't; Y01:l try to guess the answer. "MARIE." "She set fire to the ramshackle bUildings' in Line City of course," said Jack Stewart softly, after they had rushed from the burning house, being forced to save their own lives and leave the body of Henri Falloux to be incinerated. l' And she has escaped," cried Vance, .. but' the Henri FaUoux gang of bandits is no more." Think of the plunder of the gang that you will have recov ered," put in Pig-faced Butts to Stewart. And think of the honor for breaking up the gang that will be ours," cried Vance. "Well, it sure was The. Border Jumper's Ruse," replied Stew"after all I am glad Marie Falloux has escaped. I hope that letter she left isn't The Decoy Letter," cried Vance. No danger of that. Marie isn't the kind of a bride a sen man .could care to wed-but I wonder if she really was 111 love WIth me?" Vance roared as he winked at Pig-faced Butts. THE END. -.

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ALL These stories, issued every Friday, the. greatest detective ;'tories ever country or any other whose tales are so thnllu:g, so whlch so tee!'> ."...ty other l,ibrary, eaeh 6t9r)' havins tions as those of "OLD SL.EDTH." Tbe. tWIce as 'ong a. thos$' lfl the en on;llOUS "otal of 50;000 \vords. NothIng like It ever before attempted. t THE FOLl-OWlNG N UMBERS ARE NOW OUT: The Reltl!'1l of Old Sleutli, DetectiiVe; or The Great Philadelphia Mystery. 2. The Nrvst!'ry 'fitbe Mis:;ing MilliOns; .0{ Traclys; or Ti,e Weird NarJ'.ative of a Lost Man. 10. The Mystery of the Trunk; Qr anfred's Strange Quest. The Chid of the CouI;lterfeiters; or The Boy DetectIve's Greates! Haul. Thc Myste"y,of thc Floating .Head; '01' Caught by the Kmg of the h>etectives. ?? The B.eatltiful Crin1inal; or The New. York Peteeti"e'. Strangest Case. Train' Robbery; ,-by a DeMcrive :-..: "1 1he Ital.an A,lventuress; A Tale of .i\.l,arvelo.us I l o ts. 25: RedLight Will, The l}iyer Detective; PI' The .RoundUp of tbe Whar,f. Rnt's Gang . The Twrn. 'Shadowers; 0,1' A Suprisi\lg Cas! .of lIJ.istaken The Si11ugglers of New York 'Bay; or f.he RIveI' Greatest Crime. 1R Black Ravell, the Terror of the Ger;>rgia Mool)sitiners; or The. Moun. talneers' La$t Stand. . k {nma. kin'!!' a Villain; or The FreRch Dete.ctive'" Greatest Case. SO:lt"nl bv a R .ussian Duke; or .:\n Amencan Detective Among the :)J, The "')'fte.ry of the Black Pool; or The putch Detective's Sellsational Find. \ H2. The Veiled Ledy of the Ruins; or H:amud's Ghastly Discovery :l:l. Foiled by Corp,,; or A Tale il f t!;Ie G,'eat Se;>ut)Iwest. Night Hawk, the Mounted or Trailing the Mountain Opt-40. 41. 42. 44. 45. 46. Kidnapped in New York; or Tbe Daugers Gr!'.t City. r lired by II Siren; 01' In fbe Clutohes of a Be,wtihll l3Iaokmailer Olel Sleuth's Tril)l)'lph; or The, Grenlt Myste-\'. A Trai' l of Blood; Beilig the se;liugs of Fate; or Rbeon's Strange Ci\se. 19. The Treasure oJ the Rockies; A Tale o( Strange Ad,e"tures. 80 Bon.nza llardil."s \\T,inning Strike; being the seQuel to "The Treasure o! tho Reckies. 81. Long $bar;!ow, t ,he Detective; A Tale of II;ldian Strategy 82, The Mal!'}c .. ise Detective; The Wierd Adventu.res of -a "Trans. form d' 83. A "Young Great Shadow; A Narrative of Extraor maty Detective Devices. 1M. Stealt,hy Brock, the Detective; or Trailed to their Doom. 85. Old Sleuth to the Rescue; A Startling Narrative of Hid,ien Treasuft. 86. Old Sleuth, the Avenger; being the sequel te;> .. Old Sleuth to the Rescue. R7. The Great Je\yel Mysterv; or The Right Man hl the Ca,e. 88. Jackson C.ooper, the Wlzerd Detective; A Narrative of \'Vondenul Detcctive 89. Foiling thlt., Conspirators; Or Daring Tom Ca ,rey to, the Rescue. DO. The Crime: or The Weird Adventu)'es of "PhellomeI:a l Joe." !'ll. G.,paroni. the H .. lian Detective; A Strange Weird Tale of City Life. 92. The of Fate; being the sequd to "Gasparoni, the Italian Detective." 93. The Secret Dete.ctive; or .. Old Transform" on the TraIl. 94, Thr.. Shadow of a Crill1e; 0. the" J ron Duke's" Strange Case. 90. Of tl;e Kidnapped Heir; !\ Strange Detective Narrative. 96. Foi 'led by a Female Detective; being the se.quel to "The Kidnawed 97 ... in New Yo..!,; or The Daughter of the G. A. R. 9R The rrish Detective; or Fe,'l"us Connor'. Greatest Case. 99. The Shadow Detective; or The Mysteries of a 100. Thqsh, the Man-Trapper; A Story of Extraordinary Dett'eti'\'c Dcviceti. 101 ... Old J"01'5ide5 at His nest; II )rery The TIoh 1 J "agcdy, 107. the Detrctive; or the 1\i'1I( of the Shadowe .... lOR. The Chair; being the
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Standing Alone at the Head of Its Class The Am e rica n India n Weekly PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY This great weekly is a radical departure from all other weeklies that are now being published. It has the greatest stories of frontier life, of Indian s and of the far Wes t that have ever been issued. The stories are longer than those published in a n y other five-cent library, except the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They are all edited by Colonel Spencer Dair, the mos t celebrated Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and Gun F i ghter of rnodern fiction. A new number i s i ss ued every 'Thursday. LIST OF TITLES No. 1. THE OUTLAW'S PLEDGE ...... .................. ....... or The R aid on the Old Stockade No. 2. No. 3. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR ......................... .... 01' The Purs uit of th e Midnig)lt Raider THE BLACK DEATH ....................................... 01' Curse of the Navaj o Witch No. 4. THE SQUAW MAN'S R E VE N GE ........... .......... . .......... or Kidnapped by the Piutes No. 5. TRAPPED BY THE CREES ................. ................. or Tricked by a R e negade Scout No. 6. BETRAYED BY A MOCCASIN .... .... ............ or The R ound-Up of th e Indian Smuggl e r s No. 7 FLYIN G CLOUD'S 'LAST STA N D ... ... ...... ..... : ..... o r The Battle of D ead Man's Canyon No. 8. No. 9. A DASH FOR LIFE .............................................. or Tric ked by Timber Wolves THE DECOY MESSAGE ............... ............. . ...... 01' The Ruse of the Border Jumpe r s NG. -'10. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM ............................... 01' The Raid oli the Paymaster's Camp No. 11. THE iVIASKED RIDERS ............. . ............. .... ...... or The Mystery of Grizzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ................. . ............. or The Mounted Ran ger's De sperate Ride T O BE P U B LISHED O N THURSDAY February 23-No. 13. STAGE COACH BILL' S LAST RIDE .......... or The Bandits of Grea t Bear Lake March 2-No. 14. THE TRAGEDY OF HANGMAN 'S GULCH ..... o r The Ghost of Horn Mountains March 9-No. 15. March 16-N o 16. THE TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES. ........... 01' The Outlaw's Drag-Jet HELD UP AT 5NAKE BASIN ...................... 01' The R e n ega d e's Death-Vote March 23-No. 17. March 30-No. 18. April 6-No. 19. April 13-No. 20. April 20-.No. 21. THE MAIL RIDER'S. DASH WITH DE A TII ..... or The D espe r ado of Poke r F lat THE RED MASSACRE ...................... o r The Hold-Up Men of Barren lands THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCL E ......... 01' Th e Robb e r s' Round-Up HOUNDED BY RED MEN .......... . .' ... or The Road Agents of P orcupine River THE FUR TRADER S DISCOVERy . . ........... or The Brotherhood of Thieves April 2'1-No. 22. May 4-No.23. May ll-No. 24. THE SMUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ... The Trap p e r's V engea nce NIGHT RIDERS OF THE NORTHWEST ........... .. 01' The Vigilantes' Revenge THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT CAVERN, or Tricked by Midnight Assas' sins The AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY i s for sale by all newsdealers and book ellers, or it will be sent to any address postpaid by the publishers upon receipt of Gc per copy 10 copie s for 50c. All back' numbers always in stock. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A.