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Masked riders, or, The mystery of Grizzly Gulch
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American Indian weekly.
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EVERY ffBOY SCOUT" SHOULD RI:AD"tTHIS ..... -'COLONEL SPENCER. DAIR RIDE J

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BY COLONELSPENC'ER DAIR, VOL I 11 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY, CLEYELAlD, OHIO, U. S. A. '\\ NO. 11 Published Weekly. By Subscription, $2.50. per year; $1.25 for 6 months. Copyright, 1911, by The Arthur Westbrook Company. I. THE -MASKED RIDERS OR THE MYSTERY_ OF GHIZZLY GULcit "' \ '" By CO' L . SPENCER DAIR J ... .. --', PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. BLACK PETE BUDGELJ.-The outlaw leader of a band of blood thirsty robbers, whose deeds made them a terror to all who came in contact with them in the great North-West, and whose fight with a member of the Royal North-West Mounted Police, who had sworn to exterminate them, ende d only when they disappeared into the whirling spec tral smoke, that hung like a death-pall over the awful or Grizzly Gulch, near Old Crow RiVer, in Brit ish North America. NOR! BONAJR-A bandit whose grim humor did not stay his hand from his quivering victim, whom he removed by r .ifle, revolver or knife, in his mad lust for gold. JOHN' FANE-Constable in the North-West Mounted Police. He went to death's terrible door time and again, in his search ,for Black Pete, and only the luck that hpver s over a brave man kept him from passing the portals lead into the other wprld. His fight, almost alone, against the power .of evil as exemplified by Black Pete's outlaw band, is a strange history of grim endeavor. And through all his dartgers he was ever the fighting man of the North-Western territories. O NE-EYED DELL BENNETT-:-Driver of the stage-coac h runs CHAPTER 1. THE PIT OF THE OUTLAWS. "There's a dead man there!" ';Whar?" "Alon g side of the road; can t you see him?" \Vith a rattle of harness and a pressure qf his "each summer from Fort McPherson, m British North America on toward Herschel Island, that bleak Hudson's Bay Company post, far out in the great Arctic Ocean. One-Eyed Dell was a gun-fighter of fame ; and he "pulled his weepin" often just in time to save his charm e d life : JANE MARTIN-Pretty, blonde, a woman with a wiII, and a store of good red blood that came to her from her tier-born mother and her father, a fighting captain of an Arctic Ocean whaler. Jane knew just when to recklessly jump into the danger zone and save her life and her asso, ciates frol!l a terrible disaster : KITTIGAZUIT-An Eskimo girl, who came from the old Kog moIlpck tribe and who, in spi te of her stolid bearing, kn.ew now and then how to follow in the brave tracks 'of her white sister, Jane Martin . "THE DEER "-A spying Indi,\n member of Black Pete 's gang. "THE SERPENT "-A companion to "The Deer" and like him a member of th e ,outlaw band. He did his part in the effort to exterminate his fQe with the treachery 6f the Indian, and the stealthy hatred for his foe of the wild panther. toot on the brake-bar, One-Eyed Dell brought the swaying stage-coach to a stop. Whoa, you 'tarnal critters will ye? While yelling at four mettlesome pronc!"lOs, One Eyed Dell trained his single orb on a thing, that lay directly in his line of vision . John Fane, Constable in the Royal Nbrth-West \ J

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:, THE, AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 2 M ount'ed Police, hitched his revolver fo.rward where his right hand could rfach it. It .las he who had first spoken. His quick eye had noted the grim silent body, and his voice had warned One-Eyed Dell his companion on top of the hurrying coach. The cU111,bersome vehicle was winding its way along the stage-road that leads from Fort McPherson, in Mackenzie territory, British North America, toward Herschel Island in the Arctic Ocean, t\1e far post in the great Canadian North-West. At the ri ght Old Crow River was its way through a steep canyon; in, the distallce glittered Musk Rat Creek, a tributary of Old Crow River, while at,the left the vast Capadiatl woods extended as far as the eye could reach. It's body all right," cried Old Dell. 0 Yes. I hate to fool with a body out here." "You bet .' Thar's liable tel" be summin we don't like tel" think of 'bout handlin' a dead boqy thet's died o sudde 'nt like, o 'ut here. Dead men sometimes tell some tales the livin' ones would like ter hev not told. So we aint givin' tel" much the dead." Fane nodded. / l\ight, are," he ,remarked, "but in this case I must take the risk. It's all in the line of my Well, yer suttin' fool-hardy," rejoined One-Eyed, as he pulled his horses back into the road where they straightened out ready to dash onward. Possibly, but again I must plead duty as my reason for disturbing that body at all." ' Duty? Who speaks of duty in the sun-rise of the beautiful put in a mocking', sweet-toned voice, and John Fane turned to see a most coquettish head of blon de hair sticking out of the coach wihdow, fa ,mng sti1+ further in the most manner over, a round, regular face. !\. pair of extremely pre,tty blue eyes which were bubbling over with fun arid mischief, completed a picture that Constable Fane would never forget. ' This thaI' pettishly cried One-Eye, "is a think in' of into trouble by out anp. ex amin' the body of a man what he sees from thb top 0' this' yar coach." The girl gave a gentle scream. A man's body?" she ejaculated. "Oh, Kittigaz, uit, give me a bottle of smelling s'llts out of my, valise quick! T he dark face of an Eski'mo of the Kogmollock tribe, was framed for a moment in the coach window behind that of the blonde young girl, and then vanished. vVhy don't you lean up against her name until'she gets the salts? cried Fahe, with a roguish twinkle in his eye. i " ,Whose name?!' asked girl with amazed eyes. She had forgotten all about th e fainting part of her program ,me.. "Ybur Eskimo woman's. She has oqe that is about a yat'd wiOe." Jane Martin" the blonde girl, opened ner wide. "I am surprised'!" 'she cded. You make a joke and you are ;t Canadian?" .one-Eyed Dell Bennett exploded in, a burst of laughter. Say, you two 'ud make er dawg laugh," he cried. An' I ain no dodo 0' a dawg." "But we jest while adead man lies out there," re plied John Fane gravely. '4 We must learn why he. is there.1> ' . "I don't' know why an; I guess I don't wanter?" remarked OneEyed Dell. "I hev a bit 0' hoss sense left an' I don't wanter k!}ow nothin' erbout thar dead man." Why not?" sharply asked Fane. Y ter these yar parts, eh?" asked the I aln." So am not I," laughed Jane Martin. "Wall, ye Hev asked that thar question ef ye hadn't been G tender-foot up this here way." Th$!n the finding of dead men 'isn't unusual in these parts?" asked Fane. I "Tharain't many up hereabouts; but among those 'thet is hyar, it .. ain't no onexpected matter, ter find orie 0' thar number dead along the road." {' You don't say so? gasped Jane. "I suttiI),' do say so," One-Eyed Dell ,went on. "Thar's a lot 0' folk up hyar thet knows, when thar's a aead man fouud, Who is ter blame, and so they' don't go fer to ask que stions. See?" "You mean that when a man is found dead that it is well known who killed him, so th'ere, is no use of asking questions?" said Fane.-"Wall, I guess yer shoved in yer chips and wop the pot without my a hevin' even a show down fer me pile." "I am right then?" "Who do you think commits all these murders, for if a man dies suddenl,), and his friends know about it, it qn not be from natural. causes that he died, .or why ilhould friends hold their tongues? , "Fer al copper ye argue almost ez good ez a lawyer. Say, I aqmire ye exceedin'. What's better nor admirin ye', ye hit the fact right on the 1)3.i1.'" Then 'r;rst men found dead up here in this part of the world are murdered." At the word ': murder" Jane Martin's face turned v11ite and it disappeared within the coach ';"ith re-, markabl celerity. r One-Eyed Dell a big tobaccoc cud around his cheek. I "We don't use the word, murder' up here much," he at his off horse. "Ye see it's a

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, THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 mighty ugly word, and thar's a lot 0' the boys hyar the road, the stage-driver got down from his seat erabouts Jhet hev mixed up in diem thar murder trials and after looking well over the animals, he stood lean you in the V-nited States so they don't right coting against th' e side of one of the roan leaders and then ton to the word. W e fellows don't call it murder out, Leckoned to Fane. hyar." Come here! the driver whispered in a shrill under"What do you call it?" asked Fane. I -tone that carried only as far as Fane. We speak 0' it as a 'killin'." Fane' dl'ew near. Oh , "I don't know nothin' fer or agin' them wimmin in "Yes. Ye see it means a corpse jest the samey and that thar coach;" he said when Fane had reached his it kinder lets the feel ins' 0' som,e 0' the boys down easy side," an' they's may be ot thet's a runnin' inter danger like a Y er funny," he remarked: been many a Iittle lamb, just 'cause don't know 110 better, or ye ',ch' ap come out hyar ter put Black Pete in jail! one ofthem fellers wots sadly needed up in "Why didn't they do .it? " I hyar parts-Whoa, thar." , "They went fr'to do it, all right, but ye see Black As if to see what made his horses prance about so an Pete beat 'em ter thar gun, and they didn't make no I I

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKL "', I f'd t to any settlement for fear They kinder naturally decided ter stay by "Oh, le IS a ral 0 go these parts in er gIiave." a posse might get after him," "Then Blacl{' Pete is quick with a gun? " Shore." / Rawther.': '" Does he camp Qut about here?" T\vo hawks were sailing over the heads of the two 1. don't know." men when One-Eyed spoke. "vv'ha:t do you think?" Fane glanced up at the birds. '''' I don't think." They. were flying low in great circles. If you 4,on't can yod tell me stories of any Each was flying in ail opposite dfrectiQI1 so one that does?" every now and then they met as they flew by Yep. Come here." other. One-Eyed Dell lead Fane to the big trees that Fane drew his revolver. "I shielded the load, thickly on. all sides. he said, "see those two birds right abo, ve .. He stepped toward a small clearing and with his us? strong arm parted the bushes so that Fane saw that Dell nodded. the road was winding along the top of a mountain. Just as. the flying hawks Were passing each othet He could a plateau far below him through and thus were in line, the revolver of Fane broke the which a gleaming river ran. echoes. See thet river?" said 6ne.:Eyed. ,Bang! Yes." The echoes were still m adly flinging hitl!er and "Now that's a fine river all right, but they call it thither this report of Fane's weapon when the two up hyar whar they's so mallY big rivers, jest Musk-Rat hawks c!!.me fluttering to the ground, atoms, n ow; of Creek." feathers and bloody pinions. 0'1." The shot of Fane had killed each bird in mid-air . De ye see thet, thar a ... curling liP
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THE AMERIC.(\N INDIAN WEEKLY. "I do." Whew! II "Wouldn't it jar ye?'" "It does." "An me too." The two men gazed at each other ill silence. "Where are we now in this wilderness? " About ten miles from La Pierre House." "What kind of a place is 'that?" "It's an 014 post of the Hudson's Bay Company. , There's a few buildin's thar. Nothin' else." "The Hudson's Bay Company is the great fur trad I Dell, in dire amaze saw {he intrepid John Fane, hurry away down the side of the c anyon. "He"s a goin' to his death, all right,'" gasped the frightened coach-driver. CHAPTER I!. If MAN'S WORK. ing company of the North-West." Shore. Ef 'twant fer them every one 'ud star;e up In the first butst of his downward jotirney, Jolin hyar. They buys from the 1rapl?ers out Fane went at won defful speed. hyar, en they controls this hyar stage line and about He krew little of woodcraft, and he made a good deal all thar is 0' business out hyar." .' of noise. Is there much business out here?" It's Ruttin' but a big game a,nd fur bearin; country. White en Indians er all the people thet live out hyar, and they ain't so many. They all sell whatthey gits. to the Hudson's Bay Company." I am making my fi'rst trip out here, you know, so I have to ask these questions." I "Oh, all right. It's yer firs t trip an' I'm think in' twill be yar last." His ,progress was shown by clouds of star;led birds which circle-d around his head high in the air above him. I -lis therefore, was marked as sharply if he had put up a gigantic sign announcing his steps ./ Fane had' got yretty well down to the bottom hnd, and was urging himself along through thick under brush, when, as he rounded a tall spruce / tree, he saw a figure standing by the side of a black horse, Fane stopped sharply. a Fane smiled. '" The figure, although arrried with Cl' rifle and bearing "Oh, I dunno," he cried. a. brace of revolvers attached.to a belt around its w'}ist, "Wall, yer all right," added One-Eyed. Dell, "but made no attempt to him so Fane boldly conyer aint on yit ter the game yer up agin." tinued on his way. Fane speculated over the situation with bowed head. He did not allow his hand to press fiis weapons but For a long time he cogitated with himself just what lunged forward with a free step as if meeting an course he had better take. expected stranger,in the depths of a North-West -forest At length, One-Eyed Dell, who had been watching was not an unusual proceeding. him with narrowing t!yes, saw that he hadm;.tde up When Fane was within ten feet of the his mind to something, it raised one -band, and in a deep, slow voice said. the "If I hold 'this coach for a spell what would you single word: say?'" I .,', "Halt!" Ef ye tell me to stop as a Mounted Police Gonsta-The command came with such e,asy assurance; there ble, I'll top till th' ice formsin a hotter place this was so much in the pose of the figure that Farte's yar." heels clicked together in true soldier fashion and he "I won't keep you that long. But I'm going down stopped with a military, drawing up of his talI athletic' to the canyon below to see I can see." form. "What erbout thet dead man thar? I "Who are you?" the figure said. "Don't touch the\ c.orpse till I come back:. If I am Fane saw the man was muscular. His long arms not back in .two hours you drive on and me for to reach far below his knees, he allowed twenty-four at 1.a Pierre If I am not them to drop in an easy position of attention. then there, you count on, me as out of your game and The figure's wide shouWer-s were garbed in a trapcontinue your j.ourney." per's facket of deer-skin edgedwith "Ye ain't agoin' ter go down whar thet smoke is a Moccasins were on the man's feet. Long leggins of comin' from!" moose-skin reached to his thighs. ,. "I am." His head wore rro covering, but his long hail' of ebon You're a darned fool. Ye'll never come back alive!' hue, fell down on his shoulders to his waist. Tlie only answer to this remark was in the crash' UpO'kt the man's face waS'fa maslz with little holes for ing of the underbrusH op the steep of the can-the e3'8S, and narro'W slits for the lips. yon. No one could tell who the man Was. The mask exFor before he could speak his companion's name pressionless and changeless" told no of iden'tity.

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" 6 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The stranger was safe from any eye that might try to see what name he bore in tne ranks of the world of men. Fane took i'n points witlv a quick of amazement. Strange as he was to this wonderftilland, Fane knew that there was even North-West, something un usual in meeting in a wilderness of forest, a silent, masked figure. The figure was withou t question quite as interested in Fane as the Constable was in him. Without a word they both gazed at each other; until 'Fane broke the silence. May I ask who you are that ask 'me to stop on my journey in such a peculiar 'and with such a peculiar way?" Fane said. My way is my own, and my manners also belong to me," the stranger replied in a deep grow l of words like some caged animal calling for the old days of freedom to return. / Let me say to you that I do and your manners are likewise turned Fane. The s tranger bowed. \ not like your ways -obJectionable," :re" Permit me to say, that I accept your rebuke, and I add tha t w hile I<>accept it I do not care whether you lik e m y r v a ys o r l11y"manners." Do you k n o w why I do not like them?" "Why ? " B e c a u se they too greatly re s emble the general at tr'butes o f a highwayman." Well put. And what if I was a highwayman? "I s houl d be compelled to remove you from my path." It takes a man to remove me.'" Possibly? Yet indeed I niiglit be the man needed to do a man's work in this case." Y;ou mock me ?," "I 11cver mock men with arms at their sides and with rifle$ in their hands." Afraid to mock them? ': No ." "Why then? '.' "I fight them if they 'disturb m e I go in peace if they do not." Which course are you going to take with me? "That depends upon yourself." "How?" -. I am now going on my journey. If you try to stop me I shall. fight." "If I do not?" I shall cortt inue my journey in peace." I The figure made no answer for a moment. Then ,the, s tranger spoke. "Where are xou Upon my business." And that is?" I. My business." And not mine? " Precisely.': "Suppose I make it my business." "You must ,take the consequences. if J:ou do." 11 ? / WIll you te me your name. No." '" Why not?" Will you tell me your name' ? The stranger jumped to his hotse. He whirled the beautiful beast to the right. He spurred the animal apd hard. vanished tlirough the woods like a whirlwind. Trailin g back from tlie flying figure came the sound of'the raider's voice. My name is Black Pete, the Fane heard the words with amazed ears. Bl ack 'Pete!" he cried, "The Masked Rider!" Fane's hand flew to his revolver but his quick glance told him of the .futility of the proceeding. tI I coulqn:t hit him if) wanted to; he is too far away; he thou$ht, and not t;l0w do I want to fire a ,shot at that man; bandit though he is, he makes a gal, Ian t figu.Te." Fane's thoughts were v .ery ct>mplex as he resumed his jpurney. "Black Pete is right," }lane mused "It is a man's work that I h ve taken up." Fane started forward. But he had not one step when he heard the sullen, dull sound of a shot come booming down the mighty corridors of 'the forest. Then, shrill, Clear, appealingly, there rang upon his shuddering ears the cry of a woman in deep distress and in imminertt peril. Help! Ohl help! The :wilq cry surged in Fane's brain, it travelled like an electric spark down into his heart. God!" the young man shouted. "Jane Martin is sh' rieking for" help." A second shot, his ears. With the speed 9f a frightened deer, Fane rushed backward up the steep hill to where he had left the coach. A terrib' le sigHt met his eyes as he surmounted the height, I CHAPTER III. AMONG THE MISSING. Where is the coach? Whe.re are Jane Martin; One Eyed Dell, and Eskimo woman, Kittigazuit?" John Fane mourned and cried as he said these words

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 7 \ aloud as as he had reached spot where a short I hour obefore he had left the. stage-cpach, its and its driyer, the shrewd middle-aged frontier's man. The coach-":where is the coach?" whispereg. Fane in agony. "Has it gone forward as I instructed-'-no, for the time was not nearly up that I had set as the limit before, starting ana One-Eye would never dare to disobey my order. What is this--" The. agitation of the intrepid ybung .maJ.1 was in creased when he 'saw lying on the ground a bloody veil. Blood h Fane cried. "It's Jane Martin's veil. I saw her wear it this morning. I A few feet from the. veil, Fane saw j3.nother start, \ ling object. I A revolver lay in the dirt. Fane -darteiitowards it. He it up. One-Eye's revoh: er," said Fane. "Yes, I know it well There is blood on the hilt, also." Fane spoke too well. The revolver handle was smeared with blood. Fane examihe d the revolver. There were two shots that had left the empty cartridges . "Did Ome-Eye fire the two shots that I heard?" thought Fane "Or were' these cartridge sheHs exploded long since? I Rut when he turned oyer the facts in his mind he felt sure that One-Eye would not have carried a re volver with two empty in it,. He knew the frontier, where "JI. gun's a gun and is meant to be either not used at all, or be ready to use quick-and don't bluff with it but when you pull it use it "-creed of the burly men that made up 'the population of this part of the Western hemisphere.' I One' Eye is n6 fooJ he wouldn't carry:' a gun that wasn't bristling with u ,nused cartridges," summed up Fane at length. I Fane's eagle glance tried to pierce the veil of mys tery tha't was bbscurin$the 'roo.l conditions that had existed. The coach was missing;-!?o were a\l 'the passengers and the driver: of the vehicle. This was a verity. There had been some kind of an attack on the stage coach. \ This circumstance was indicated by the blood stained revolver and veil. Was the coach attacked by Black Pete's bcmd of outlaws? Did Black Pete make the attack single handed, and after he 'had left him? These two possibilities were turned over and over in the mind of : He could fina only endless conjecture as the answer to the questions. The only' sure fact that he could twist the mute' I evidences of the attack into was ,that there had bet!n an attack; a fight,' and someone had been ihj4 re d : Whether One-Eyed Dell had sustained an had Jane lY,Iartin been the unfortunate victim, 6r had the Eskimo girl, Kittiga'zuit, suffered-these three points Fane knew were sheltered in absolute darkness. "It's'up to me to find out," Fane cried. He -could not help thinking that his own })osition was desperate. ,He had no know ledge of the him. He iid not really know where La Pierre House was to be found . He senseq one point only and that was that the road probably lead to La Pierre House. If he kept' the road in the direction that the coach-horses 'were headed when he left the vehicle bn his unfortunate it was possible that he reach 11.is desti nation which he remembered had said was about ten miles off. , But a in tQ:e West and a road in the civilized East are two different propositions Fane knew. The road over which he .had to travel on foot was j unworthy of the name given it. In fact it now merely a wide trail, cut through tirribel', up hill and I down dale; and at times so obscure that orily a: man familiar with it I could pass along it. "This road most of the time doesn't differ from 'the I forest jtself," remarked Fane al o ud. I am liable to be off the trail any second, and while down on this part of the confounded trail, or road, the atmosphere is rather eguitable, five miles further up the mountains I will be in the l"tnd of everlasting, ete rnal snow and ice. I can see the white capped mountains, ovet which I must hurry to get to La Pierte House, sticking up their' heads ready to freeze me to death ." 'Fane 'glan<;:ed down il).to the river bottom. He see that Old Crow Riyer here wound through a beautiful plateau between two ridges of mountains about fifty miles apart. The divide' over which he would have to pass was at least 1,0'00 feet higher than the ground on which he stood; it was aosplutely barren. The pre<;ipitolls, rugged serrated sides 'of the great mountain that he would have to surmount and cross, appeat;e d to be guarding his way like sentinel flung out gi gantic force that tPade the world. Fane shuddered. "What is there about the vastness of tnis country that seems to turn your brain? Ever.:ything is so grand, so awe inspiring so different from the civil ized world? I can see how men go crazy in vast solitudes away from their kind." "Food iS,going be a problem with'me. Although it is June I see that aU the .lce has not run out 6{ old Crow River, and it's almost Twin River, which

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8 THE AMERICAN WEEKLY. the disgraceful name of Musk-Rat Creek' has wtite a bit of ice upon it yet. The clear atmosphere does not let one know that it is colder than the Junes I've' been l;sed to ; 'and it's so strange to see snow here, early Spring verdure there, 'winter lingering in the lap of spring.''' Although not much of a Fane knew that the ptarmigan, ducks and geese had already migrated. He might find deer or e lk but he had no time for an extencjed hunt of larger game, and even if he risked starvation he feared that it would mean his death at the'hands of Black Pete, or his b andit gang, if he at ga1ne an d thu s betrayed his presence. What a dolt I am?" he then cried, "the outlaws know that I must be here where the coach last stood when I left it. 'Any second a shot may come of Then my life would be forfeited to my own callow carelessness." So speak ing, Fane searched the trail for tracks of the coach. .. He could find none. In the flashing glances he turned over the scene in hopes of une;uthing soh1e shadowy clue to tell him whether the coach had gone forward or backward, Fane's eye rested upon the grim corpse that still lay by the side of 'the road-t!:ail, wh'ere he had first it. "I must exa mine the corpse," Fane thought with a shudder. He approached the body. I It lqi 011)tS back, Its half opened eyes seeming to s can Fane's face as if in entreaty for aid. "A young man," 'mused Fane as he gazed the di, storted face. "About twenty-three, years of age, a year younger than I! I might be' here and he might be where I am gazing at him, if :pame Fate had given her distaff a different 'twist. Well! Well! A bullet directly through the center of the dead man's forehead told where his life had been taken. "Shot through the brain," cried Fane. "Death must have been almost instantaneous." Fane did not like the task which now presented itself, b\lt l;e manfully searched the pockets of the unfortunate man Not a single thing was found. Further the dead man bore no weapons. As Fane was turning away he noticed that \ the corpse had extended its hand so it stretched toward .. "Was that hand extended when I first saw this body?" thought Fane. "Or is this merely muscular contraction whjch has caused that hand to mdve; the ,arm to outstre!ch? \ Or--". His speculation was cut short for he saw extended in the dead man's hand sQmething that' fluttered 111 the wind that swept over the dread scene. .., "What is that?" cried Fane. He juniped back in -... d d '?" fear. message from the ea Cautiously, fearing a trap,. carefully ap. proach. the. corpse, every fiber 10 hIS "ready to me ,et any attack from a concealed; hV111g foe that niight be hidden in the that lay on each side of the road. Nothing h appened. So Fane.stqle stealthily forward. R e grasped the flutterin g object from the white. cold, dead han-d. A card?" cried Fane. "What? There is ames \"h t' th s ? sage written upon It. V a IS 1. Fane rapidl)f read the message. Then he gave a cry of anger and fear. "The message--' was, with"suppressed passion ,' CHAPTER IV. THE OUTLAW'S PLOT. Farewell to festerirlg corpses cold, Hurrah for love and the light! 'VIl e reach our camp loaded with gold, The lure of the outlaw's life! \ A richbaritone voice sent these rude words ing into the depths of the forest. "Yes, 0utlaw business is mostly Iestering corpses, all right, only the outlaws do the corpse and festering act, not the in-laws.'" This sentence was shouted at the singerf who turned when he heard the words and signaled the speaker to' advance. -\' The singer was Black 'Pete, the outlaw. The advancing speaker was Norton Bonair, a trusted associate of Black Pete. He was a tall 'chap with brown hair, a clean-shaven face, muscular," and sardonic in his view of life. A differenf from black-bearded Black Pete, the desperado-leader Qf the thugs that made up his band. But equally a man to be feared; the two men made a terrible force for the officers of the law to cope with ;and they were backed by their gang of fighting men, brawny ruffians gathered from all over the criminal districts of the world, made a unit. No band' was more to be feared in the wild North West than that of Black Pete' and Nod Bonair, as h.e was better known' among the bad-men of th; ter 1'1tory. "V\That are you niaking such' a fearful disturbance

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. __ -__________ ...... ..... THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEiKLY. t, 9 for; are you ill?" quc;s t i oned Bonair as he neared Black Pete. Naw! I was s in g ing. " Do yo u c all t hat s inging? ," Sure." "Who told you; you Were singing?" "I didn't hav e t'o be told, I knew it myself." "You are the most wonderful bandit I ever met." "Why?" To know that t hose awful howls were intended to be construed by your friends as a song. Why, Fete, I thought you were in trouble and needed my strong right arm. Next time you start to sing will you put up a heap big sign in the camp and make it read" th is way: 'I B lack Pete, am about to sirrg. All those rude, dreadful sounds that you will soon hear isslling from the forest, are not calls for aid from me, but are really my bird-like voice hunting for high C.''' -, Oh, you-always making a sarcastic kind of joke of everything in this world. -"What I said was no joke." "What was it? ...--\I True facts. Did you write those swe'et words that you were s inging? "I did." \ Made 'cm up out of your head-all that rot about fes tering .corpses' and' love :melgold,' and say, you have been dippy for a long while. you bold, bad, thug " Gp'y ing still, you' bold, bad' trifler. If I want, to w rite rhymeS and sing,them to myself"wqat of it? I "We haven't h eld up a coach in a long while." "Do you know' why?" sheered Black Pete. "No I don't." I "Because the echoes of the last hoW up have kept of every man's haunt in the North-West. A posse has been after us ever since w.e held up that last coa'ch.'" That's so." "So it won't pay to hom up another "Oh, I don't knQw." "What good would it do to get the gold off a coach; where could we spend it barred out as we' are from so many places hereabouts?" "There's wi9-er laJJ.ds than the' great Ndrth-West; my boy," added the speaker. "We might change our game to some other place. How ab out Jhe Montana way, or over in American soil in why not, eh? ". Sounds good to me "Why not hold up the next coach and get what we can : and 'then skip tb ,the North-West about thV, Arctic circle layoff there awhile and do business there." , "'y -e -s-that might be a good plan. There's plenty of whalers 'to loot. One ought to get a lot of whale bone alone off a whaler. Then the whalers all do business in skins, and we might get good loot off one or two ships-then after they had got next there what would be your plan?" "You know the whalers all winter about Herschel am not bothering you? " Yes. "Oh, no, not if you keep your song' to yourself. We might Idcate But when you roar out to the forest a lot of words "That's so." that make one's b l ood run cold and scare all the game "Most of the sailors are asho re living with their big and little back where we can't get at 'em without Eskimo wives." infinite labor, it seems to me, gentle sir, that it is time to quit "You thought I made too noise? "No." But you said you thought so:" N o I didn't." "What did yOu say?'" said you were making too much noise, not that I th. o ught you were doing so. I can hear. I knew you were makingtoo much noise the moment I heard you " Black Pete burst into a loud laug;4. "Yo u are a joke, you are, he said in between Ithe bur s ts of his "You ought I}ot to be m e You ought to be a lawyer back at Fort Mc, Pher s011." "I have always tliought,I was thrown away in this business." "Why?" Oh, the game isn't what it used to be." That'. s r i ght." Yes." "We ought to get good pickings off the ships. There's good cash in every whaler's strong box to payoff the crew with, run the general expenses of the ship' on, etc." "You're right." A winter' spent there might be productive : Then ,we could jump when the ice goes out in June next year, over to Nome, on the United States realm Qf Alaska: Say, there would be good pickings out there,: I should say." "Ther'e ought to be The miners there ought to h a ve good gold as aresuI't of their winter's work. It i s a plan that' m jght be good to think over any way." Well, that plan ,is all for the future-now what about the present?" "I suppose that w e will have to do sou{ething to W keep the pot pilin' for the present, but what' can we do? "I don'!. know.'" Say, there's .one thing} to ask about. Who

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I 10 THE "INDIAN WEEKLY. js the y oung chap that .has been mose ying 'around her' e the pa s t few hours? " W llat d o know about .. the , I se e him a IQokin' at the c o rpse you le / t up al?ng the ro a d sid e ." "Haw! Haw! Haw!" roared B la c k 'Pete, (! he has g o t a coming to him the re." "He ha s?", Yo u be t ." "Why? " I handed h i m a nice one. He will git to i t or l a t er." "'What was it?" Black Pete drew n e a r er to He leaned 0 1 er a n d something i n his e a r He! He! Haw!" lal1ghed Bonair. Say that's g reat I'd like to see that chap's face, when Now you shut up. Close your face. Don't t ell all you know, Nort." .. All right." I Both men grinned each other. The joke was i n t heir minds a very fun n y l "That's a good j oke but it doesn't help me a bit i n knowing who that young chap is," remarked Bonair. I can tell you sudden like." "'Who is he?" "Constable. in the Royal North-West Mounted Police.'.? "What?" Sure." "That's bad." Nort Bonair's face was grim and white The news came as a 'great shock. "I suppose they have sent him out here to hunt lor' us." "By 'they' you mean, Inspector Jeffrey of the ,Mounted P oli ce, in charge at Herschel's Island f "I do " Well, why don't you\shoot this young Constable? You can do it in a breath." Quicker than ,that: All I have to do is to j u s t lay out, under a tree and bimeby whe n th e Co nstable c omes by let him have would be a ll o ve r i n : a' m i n u te." T hen why don' t you? ': Because I am afra id to.". "What? " Yes, clean a f ra i d." O h f udge "Well, it isn t this puny c h a p I'm afra id 6f, but it is the force b ehi n d h i m I'm afraid of." "Afta id o f Jeffrey?" "Not a bit nor of the/ handful Mounted Police he ha s up a t Isl3;nd. They don : t count. My gang coul d sho o t them all up irl ten minutes, but whaL I a m a fr a id of is the powe r 'tMt is behind that handful of men.' "Oh! " J t t hat and' nothing ,more. These Mounted us .. P o l i c e have a wi t h t4em of glVlng up thQ ft t rail of a m a n whd m they are a er. I d idn't know that." "It's true. If w e killed this Constable we WOUldn't have any peace until w e had this. We cou l d not eve r step on Canad1an soli agam., The po l ice woul d dog u s e v er, a v e r on American soil. Our lives would be one long with \ deatp." ' Bonair was aV'je s t ruck. l us sure some day., WOUldn't t they? " S ure." "Is that why you hesitate over' kil lin g this Con stable? "The only r e.ason I met hiro i n the w oods a spell ago. I could have got him easy the n .. But I didn' t dare to take his dirty life. I had to let h1m go because of the Canadian Government b e h i n d him. "Well (what if h e mak es 'it too, har d for us up here? "Then I would have to kill h i m w hether I yvanted to or not. You, can't stop to argue abou t a gun' s and' the fact that there's lots of other guns he makes, behind the one that's being pointed at you I n this c a se you try to kill the fellow that's got the other gun." I' , 'Th a t means if y.ou can you don't want put th i s Mounted in his grave 'unless he gets too gay a n d m a k e s you to preserv'e your own life." 10u're on. But I am not fearing him very much." "Why not?'" "He hasn)t been 'out in this territory very long." i What? A tenderfoot?" "Yes." "Oh, the re isn't any trouble c0111ing from him." "I don' t know a.bout that. The old gun-man who. has lived out here knows 'Some of the chances he has taken when he faces us, anJ 'so is car e ful like. The tenderfoot doesn't / know anything a t ab6ut chances ,or dangersan, d he rushes at u s and we have to give him i n the w,ay of' co l d le a d in spite of ourselves." Do you think this fello w a r u s h e r, like that?" I don't know. Haven t s een enough o f him to know 'what he will do A young man is rasher than an o l d man." "That's why y ou al w a y s look for young men for our "Yep." W e ll, if you don't kill this young Mounted Police what are you going \ to do 'with him?" Black 'Pete leaned O ver and whispered with uncQuth

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\ T E AMERICAN Y . 11 glee to tpe ears of Bonair hi s patiently laid Then by using a space between two gigantic rocks plan for the removal of John Fane. as a receptacle for the body, Fane soon covered the "Gee/' cried "that's, great. How did you hideous corpse with storieS, and he breathed freer as ever think of it?" he did so. ,', "Isn't it? I just guess no 0\1e will twig that gatl}e, "No 'man has a more impressive mausoleum tlian eh? Say, I think it is the best scheme I ever. put up." that murdered man s aid Fane to hiri1(lelf. "Here in'( "When are you goin' to pull it off?" thi s fnagnificent coqntry of terrible g randeur, amid R ight away." 1 I 11 I the primeval for e st that unknown man WI I seep we "That's the goods! I Don't wait when you have a Life s fitful fever is o v er." game like that to 'Start." With hi s Bowi e knife Fane s cratched a rough tomb"You had better help me." sto ne on a tree that grew n ear the, rocks. "Sure as you are born.." !.... "Come on then-how long has that Mounted Po liceman got to live?" > "If all goes 'Yell we ought to get him by nightfall." And say-no one will be ,wiser to our part in it?" "You bet. There's always a (way fo kill a Mounted P oliceman besides shooting him off a horse' s bac k eh?" "You bet. Your plan's the best ever The .li fe of J ohri Fa ne, there f ore, wa s hanging in t he balance as the t w o murde r o u s r o b bers outlaw s f r o m the society of decent m e n hurri e d awa y st ill p l o tti n g to re -mov e their deadly ene m y. CHAPTER V. THE BANDIT S MESSAGE. Bew are! This messa ge i s h anded to you, b y m y dead hand, a s a warn i ng! I am on e who t r i ed to arres t Black Pete, the outlaw. 'Take warn i ng by my' h o rri b l e d eath The man doe s n d t l ive t h at can arre st Black P e te, th e outlaw! n J ohn F ane read thes e word s H i s f ac e w a s expressio n less as h e di d so" He knew that it was a grim warning he w as rec e i v in g from B lack Pete. 1 ... B ut he did not' quail in the sli ghtest degree. Th 'is is the death-challen ge," Fane cried. "Black Pete I warning and ri ght I hurl back your defiance in your face. This corpse be my witness that I will ever drop' my vengeance -quest until the hand that killed you is in another grave, like the one I am about to dig for this poor devil." There were absolutely no marks that wOJ,lld lead to the identification of -still form that lay by the road side. But Fane knew that it was his duty' to enter. in a n
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( J, 12 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ; The words of One-Eyed DeI'l came to Fane. I stroke at the grayish white belly the animal that They's been a hundred men who has seen that was directly over him . smoke and has started down the canyon ter whar et As In a dream he felt that he was the center of a comes from; they searches an' they searches 'an' they' terrible combat. The animal was p.lunging above him never. find no smoke." trying to wreak deadly tengeance upon the man-thing Thus had spoken One-Eyed Dell who knew his that had stabbed, it. The forefeet of the brute came North-West as well as a New Yorker knows his New down with the regularity of a trip-hammedn its mad York. effort to strike a killing b,low that would tear to the "It will be the one-hundredth-alld-one man, who vitals of the man underneath it: will start to so lve the mystery and will succeed," mut-Its heavy head which kept it from seeing distinctly tered Fane, as he plunged into the dark forest intent all that lay beneath it, alone saved. Fane.. upon his duty. His c1othin$. was t9rn. He was ripped by cuts Through woods as he progressed there came a all over his body. His blood flowed fa,.st, but w1th the \ound of a heavy body. intensity of despair Fane ripped and cut away with his Crashing through 'the forest at a slinging trot came knife at the huge bulk that topped over him. i great hulk. J The elk's life-::blood mingled with that of the inUndd its ponderpus w .eight the sapplings ti'epid young ConstabJe. jVere trodden aeep under foot. The bulk was making The scene was a harrowing one of blood, d1rt and straight for Fane. dire agof).y, and in few moments that it He. had no time to raise his rifle and take a quick Fane lived a thousand deatns and lives. .. shot at the oncoming shape. Drops of perspiration fell from his form like rain. "What is it?" Fane thought. His face was deadly white with, the agony of the The queer bulk came forward at a shambliag ga:llop. "struggle. The body of the strange beast was round, compact, Around the wodds the rn.an ... and beast spun. Now and Its neck was also short and thick. Fane reo-ained his footing to be hurled to the ground thing had blades were sug,.. again bye> the sheer weight of the maddened anilflal. 10bfl akcuttdIn?, and body iWhas Again he reached upward as the elk charged over rOWnlS]ac, an Its welg twas eaS1;y more t an him and 'ripped a long r 'ed-blood mark with his keen a thousand pounds. k 'f th" al nl e across e anlm . elk: great moose of the N ") am lost," thought Fane. "I can stand this West: cned fi ht 'no Ion er. I can not touch a 'vital spot with my ThiS was the beast that was charging directly at kg.!" g h' nile. ,1m. Fane's strength was now nearly gone. He raised He well knew his dartger. himself for one effort and in absolute hopeless desperaA single stroke of the animal's forefeet would kill tion he gave one final upward lunge. 1 hini., he knew. Hit got>fwithin striking distance .Fane What was this? ,. \knew that a p3,.inful death awaited him. The elk was staggering hither and thither. . Hemmed in as he was in a dense thicket of shrubs, Bloody foam appeared welling from its nostrils. which'to him meant impossibility of movement, to the Ah! elk it meant merely nothing. His great strength and The elk had, fallen to its knees. The splendid Bowie huge body made it easy to crush down the bushes and knife, ,fter all, had foun d the life of the animal. reach Fane before he could possibly escape. The elk sank to the ground. Fane turned to escape. But his foot caught qn a Weak, staggering with faltering s 'teps, rushed fallen tree' limb. behind the elk. He managed feebly to bestride its He staggered, and then made an involuntary wild shape. dit'ectI'y '1;lnder the hoofs of the angry beast, One cut the young C"'Onstable made across and with a loud cry Fane gave himself up for lost. the animal's big throat. How he escaped he never coutd explain. The knife' sank deep. A gush of blood followed the He felt the wind rush by him as the creature last cast of the exhausted nian. charged over him. He felt the hot breath of the elk The elk turned on its side. It made one last effort upon his cheek. to raise. It.s little eyes gleamed for one second with The animal raised itself up to strike Fa!1e with its deadly hate; then the glaze of death came over them. deadly forefeet. The animal gave a gasp. InstincLrather than calculation gave Fane courage; It rolled .over on its side dead. His hand hurried to his belt. Across the animal hero of this great battle fell the He' drew,like a fla.sh his trusty Bowie knife. He human victor in a (lead faint. raised himself on hi s elbow and made a long ripping' Human -had the test ove/the of \.

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' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY.. 13 , t the brute and while death sealed fate of the animal, in a year out hyar. Say, they was thet thick thet I the man, with many painfu' l wounds, utterly spent with went a bumpin' dciwn, a street whar they w ,as more 'an the combat, fell on' his face, a mere inert mass, while a hundred men.. and more than ty wimJ1len al, l a from a crag above th\1t had given a clear 'view .of the walkin along-say" I was thet scared." combat, Black Pete laughed in mad hate at the' pros" Scared? What at? ,The women?;' ; trate foe. "Naw. Blit th a r wasn't no chanct fer a feller ter Black Pete raised his rifle. breath. Why, gal, I was afeered ter walk fer fear I'd "One shot and the end of Constable Fane comes,'" git into a gun-fight with some o'lhem chaps . With so he died. "No! I will not shoot. A bullet hole might many on 'em about I didn t feel thet i could mov e nfy create troublo for me in that hound Mounted Policearm to git me gun 'thout a hittin' some one as I done man's body. I will snuff out his life with my knife. so, and thar's Qotliin' to spoil yar aim sq as a .feller One more cut will do the business the elk a!mdst right at yer elbo'Y when you makes a quick jump fer complished. No one will see, if that dog is ever found, yer gun:' that a knife wound let out his life,among the' many laughed. cuts the elk so gave him." "Is all you think about confined to a quick jump DrawiRg hiS knife Black the outlaw, stole \ for your gun?' l softly down to cut out the heart of his foe, the in"Wall no !But a man's gotter be handy with his sensible John Fane, weepins ef ye are goin' ter live yer full span 0' life :,.-I CHAPTER VI. ONE-EYED DELL WINS OUT. "and I don't want, no country fer mine whar there's going to be no interierence wen I puUs my gun. The 'tot her chap might not be interfered with quite so much, arid I aint ready to cash in my red-chips yit." ": "Out here then it's different,"-&.!?iled Jane. .ic-" You. bet. Ef a feller had a little argymint with another feller and jest nat'rally appealed terhis gun ;; ter settle it, thar aint no 0' men and wimmin lhere is something 'moving toward us." about to stqp' his work. .He,'kin git his gun clean like. "Whar? and I ain't puttin' up 1:10 bluff when I say thet I kin Jane Martin, after she had sp0ken indicated' with, git mine mighty quick." her finger the spot where she had seen a strange "Well, that is so. I washorn out here on the fron":'" motion in the forest. tier." One-Eyed Deli, the stage-coach driver tried to fol"War ye? Whar do y.e live?" 7 1 low the direction indicated by the gjrl's taper Up at Her'schel Islan<;i. My fatlier i s there now .. finger. M y mother. is dead." it ... "I guess the movin' thing is thet thar Mounted Po, I s ya; dad. in business thar-don't seem to me' liceman, isn't it?" One-Eye snapped after he had tried hard to see down into ,the valley that lay be. I know his name. neath the winding road where he was halting the "He is a whaler, Has been in Arctic for two, year s on a whaling trf p I was living in the United' coach to await the return of John' Fane. "Well I was probably mistaken," cried Jane. ,, It S tates with relatives when he wrote to have me was no doubt only the wind making the oranches of out and pas s the wil).!er with him." the trees in the forest nod. How lovely it is here out "Ever been to fIerschel Island?" i "'Not since L was a child.'" in this wonderful country." of One-Eye nodded approvingly.. ) 1 'Yas oncet.. It. ain't nei shakes of a "Ut's a grand country," he asserted with' a nod" of a g,ld tel' lIve yer dad h.as his head. "I cain't fer the life 0 me see how them s ent er ye taInt none 0 m y lzzmess t e r butt m. people in them cities live." "What do you mean?" asked Jane merrily. "I mean them poor folk cooped up in tfiem great' cities." / Did you ever go a city?" "Oncet. I took a spell off of a and I went to Nome on a vi s it. drivin' this coach, Like it?:': , Not much. Say, thar was a heap l,11ore people in that thar minin' town thet I see d every J see Onl y from what I hear thar' s better places ter live t h a n thet, tha r i s land in the winter time. " I g uess! 'Can stand it. I don t expect to on l y until next s pring. ,.f' "I g uess thet will be about l o n g But' it may be b ettern i'Yhen I w a s th a r ,fiv e e r s ix year ago. Ye s ee I o nl y dri v e eig hty-' o ur mile s f r o m Fort MePherso n tro L a Pierre House." H o w d o I go on from ;where you s t op?" "This stag e runs i n the s ummer, Jou ha v e to

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" THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY., take a pprtage on 'after ye reach Porcupine River a extracted" a revolyer from some mner safe-deposit goin' on ter the island." 1 p ace. I i How do I get from La Pie;re House to the Por" Here is my gun," she cried her cheeks aflame now cupine River portage?" with color' and with her eyes snapping in anticipation "Oh, ye will hev to ,go with dogs and guides. of the battle. I suppose yer dad will meet ye at La Pierre House, One-Eye snatched the revolver from Jane's hand. won't he?" , It was a beautiful magazine revolver of large caliber. "I suppose he will." Gosh! cried One-Eye, :' Ain't, thet a beauty. Whar W I suppqsehe'll take ye via Rampart House, did ye git it?-" ,an on up ther Herschel River-say, gal, ye Ihve all told "I bought it East before I started away." :about five hundred miles of almost trackless wilderThette ,was admiration and respect for Jane in ness to cover. .J aint sayin' I'm sorry fer ye, but it is single eye of One-Eye as he handed back the shining $ome trip for a ga1." .' \ weapon. '" Oh, I'm young and strong. So far I've had, a lot Y certain sure are a frontier gal," he snap;ed. of fun, and I guess I can stand it. ? Ye hev picked out a weepin the" t will do good work I'Db ye know this yar Constable Fane? ef ye has ;the heart ter use it 'when it is time ter git No. I never saw him before I got into this coach her a-goin': Say, gal, ye had better let me take thet at Fort McPherson." gun and ye take mine. Thet thar weep in will do the Say, he s eems to me ter be a likely fightin' better execution in ,my hands it seems ter me. Ye he's g o t ter be in the game he has stumped up again." can get thar with myoid gun which aint no magazine He se e ms to be able to take care of himself." weepin but will shoot as long as ye pull the trigger He's gotter know that trick ef he don't want ter till it's empty. "l kin pump a lot 0' lead out 0' this gun fill an unmarked grave. Tryin' conc1usionswith that 0' yourn and just now it
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, THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY: 15 One-Eye his single orb inRamed and deadly with the Rocky, Mountain lion takes when about to spring upon the rage that oppressed him raised his weapon its prey. to fire, Run, gol darp ye, run!" yelled One-Eye as his "Here you, Big Ed, jump in and tie up that girl," practiced hands again grasped the familiar ribbohs cried B+acl( Pete, with a bitter oath, 'that he ,used, to guide his flying A tall, rangy outlaw separated' himself from the ,,' T{a'r ain't no 46ss thet any 0' Black Pete's gang others and ran at Jane. ever rdde thet fin ketch this lot 0" four-in-hands." He grasped her by the arm. The yells of rage of the outwitted bandits came upShe wrenched herself free. on their startled' ears behind the flying coach. The thug made a wild grab at the supple young Flash! Bang! form of the girl. '. The outlaws had opened fire upon the .coach. His huge hand wrenched the girl's long veil from Oaths floated upon the air. Wild yells of rage her face and shoulders. seemed to cleave the sky as the hellish band sent shot A cry of admirationbufst from the lips of Black after shot after the coach. Pete. A shot struck' One-Eye, "Hully gee!" he yelled, "ain't she a beauty? She's His cry of pain echoed in the affrighted ears of 1ane, mine, Big Ed, you. be carefql and not hurt her." who had rtow recovered from her swoon . A foul oath came from the sullie the body of and Big Ed fell backward, dead, stilI \ clutching' the One-Eye. veil he had w,renched from the courageous girl. With a 'great, predpice ahead of -the running horses, "Jump iI!ter the coach! shouted One-Eye 'with all with the coach bounding forward, every moment lung power. I apparently being the last it possibly could keep in an Bardly knowing what she did, the girl obeyed. upright pOSItion, the plight of. Jane' Martin was one I Kittigazuit w as crouching in the bottom of the that it woul d seem, could flot but i'n dreadful coach, her face an ashen olive hue and her little beady aster. \' eyes twinkling with fear. Yet with his blood making q great pool arou!ld him, Another bandit was trying to cljmh into' the coach 'Qne-Eyed Dell "had won out." He had saved the door from other side as Jane entered. coach and its cargo 'from falling int9, the of the, Instinctively her hand arose. outlaws, but would his ruse end in a horrible crashing She pressed the fatal of her weapon. fall of the swaying vehicle over the steep sides of the With its sharp report that almost deafened her, fired canyon w.ll'ich the flying horses were dragging as the revolver was in the confined space within the it? ,I \' coach, she saw a whirl of an ann, and the bandit' re laxed his hold on the coach door. As the vehicle started forward with a great bang, and a, jolting grind of wheels, Jane fainted in the anTIS of Kittigazuit, dropping One-Eye's revolVjer out of the' open door; while on the top ol the weaving, dashing; hurtlip.g coach, One-Eye yelled like a man crazed with excite ment; his whip with its long lash writhed and hissed, and fell upon the tender b acks
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" ]6 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEE"'KL Y. "I fear there is no hope," the frightened gi r an swered. Road he wind down, deep down; then great canyon." r \ Jane understood. "You mean the road winds down the canyon, until , near the bottom it skirts a down which we must dash unless the horses are stopped." ; "Iss." t, But how can we stop four frightened, untamed, runaw a y bronchos?" wailed Jane. No stop; all die." Somehow this utter giving up to fate so charac' teristic of the Indian nation, without a struggle to save one's self, grated on the white sensibilities of Jane. She had the blood of a long line of fighting men, and brave frontier women in her veins; and so she rose to th' e situation as the race always does when waging a losing game; while the Indian only is domi-t nant while winning. Die!" cried Jane. "Die, like a rat in a trap? To be whirle d crashing over the brow of a deep, terrible canyon, to go whirling down, down, in fear and hor rid fright ; clear down from crag to crag, to lapd a bloody dismembered dying heap of bloody bones and crushed flesh, down at the bottom of the gulch? Never, without a fight to save my life! The blood rUl:lhed to Jane's face. er eyes flashed. Yet the whirling, .bounding <;oach turned her sick and fain t. When she looked out she could see by the sudden rushing away from her of the scenery that the horses were rather than diminisqing their speed. Then a: plan flashed into Jane's brair. .,he crept to a standing position. Help me up; Kittigazuit," Jane shouted so as to be heard over the roaring 'of the flying coach. 'Kittigazuitwas transfixed 'by fear. She only mumbled vain Eskimo prayers, and rolled her eyes up un til Jane was forced to lap.gh l n spite of her danger. "Oh brace up, you idiot!" cried Jane. You look like a chocolate colored character doll as. you roll your beady eyes like a frightened rat and call upon your Eskimo Gods to help you. There's nothing doing in that line.'" \ The' Eskimo woman ):>Iinked but she pulled herself up to a sitting position and managed ,to show some slight signs of life. "That's better," 'went op Jane. "You look almost human, now." 'What Missy want?" snuffled Kittigazuit. Help me up," replied: Jane. T he Eskimo assisted Jane to a standing position. Help me take off my short-hunting skirt," the grrJ commanded. "I have a bloomer suit on underneath Jane stood revea:led, a lithe iittle figure, but with the soft rounded curves of / Her bloomers, ana long leggins made a sort of uni form a1l.d she' was the piCture of health and self reliant young Americanism, as she finally grasped the sides of the coach, and not now incommoded with her short skirt, was free to twine herself ) ab9ut the seat of the coach, and thus steady for her next move. I' Now, Kittig::l,zuit," ordered J "Open the door of the coach." The Eskimo had managed by this time to gather some of her scattered wits and she but obeyed without argument. The coach was still speeding along a wonderful pace. ::rhe released doer banged against the side of the coach until the Eskimo managed to' reach out and hold it back. Jane Martin without a word fearlessly st:pped down upon the wide steps ran along the side of the coach. She grasped the side of the coach clinging to the door.:sill for the flying s cenery that greeted her ;w
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 J If I can not we are surely to be crushed in an awful fall down the canyon : Jane edged herself along inch by inch. Like a fly she c rept up the side o the sawing coach, and at length she reached the (op where she screamed in terror as she saw .one-Eye, his fice massed iq blood, and his one eye staring sightlessly upward in senseless wonder . "One-Eye 1" Jane shouted, Are you alive?" \ No answer came from the white face, and Jane knowing that her mission was only half done decided to make her last stand for life not only for herself but for One-E:r,e and the Eskimo woman She looked over the scene. The coach was half way down the mountain noW. The turn at the road was only a few hundred feet away and Jane saw a great heap of rocks in the roaa which made the prospect hideous. Then Jane accomplished the bravest act of her life. She stood up, weaving backwards and forwards, the dashboard of the jumping, sliding, bounding coach. For a moment she stood there poised, a beautiful statue of action. I Then she launched herself into sp ace. Her bold leap was finely calculated. She described a in the. air, and -then she alighted on the back of the nearest horse, almost on her face, but well aeross the animal. Jane now was only a bundle of steel-coiled nerves: She grasped the mane of the horse with a frahtic She pulled herself astride of t4e animal. Her heels dug into his sides, for without skirts' she was as free in movement 4S a boy would have Her hands then caught up the flying reins which One-Eye had dropped when he was shot, and she tore at the mouths of the hors6s, through the ribbons she held, and saw.d right and left with the fierce energy of despair. / The horse Jane tlestrode was sure that a devil had come out of the sJ
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I "Where I?" he asked. "In kill with tlfatJmife, a fuIl grown elk, a very dangerous "Nonsense," gasped Jane, with a blush, "i) lying' aniinal at this season of the year, And I may add a across a dead elk is Heaven, then you're in it." dangerou s enemy at all seasons of year." . At this Fane sat up. "Fane tilrned pink.' .. I I "I remember now," he said. I guess I didn't know anything about the tlaq.ger," Rem ember what?" asked the girl. he said. "I heard some large animal threshing about The fight." through the woods--:'.' / "What fight?" ; ., "Didn't yQu get rifle ready when you first !' The fight with the elk." heard the noise?" D h h d fi h 'h I am afraid I didn't. f was watching for the noi.se 0 Y
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AlvfERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 19 tack upon the the bandits, the ,running fight, and the woundmg of One-Eyed. "When One-Eyed fell what became of the horses? asked Fane. "They bolted." Who stopped them?'" Jane who had tried to say nothing as to h,er own deeds was then. fo.rced step by step to give a imperfect deSCrIptIOn of the wonderful scene had figured in, in its way more wonderful than th' e that Fane had been the hero of. By thunder," cried Fane, with a glance of admiration' at the girJ, you are the wonder, this time. It's you, ehat must be praised, not in any way, 1." Stuff I" replied tbe girl, "neither of us wanted to do' the work we have done. We had-itptl t up to us and we had to make to live If you thought about m o st deeds that thrill one in jus t the hearing of them y ou will see that this is all there is to itthe situati o n came up, and the unlucky, on e there had to either fish or dig bait, Fane nodded. That's abQut all there is to it. But a 'side from that did you ever think how this c ountry is liable to ,make' one do things like you have done? I ought to 'be dead frdm the cuts I have receiv ed. But instead of it I am feeling very well, thank you." The rarjfied air has caused your blood to coag1,l late and save for the flesh wounds no part of your anatomy has been touched." Y o u s 'ee I only need a few bandages to fix me up in prett y good shape again." I wish I had some witch-hazel or something o f that kind and I also would feel very good. Unsteadily, at first, Fane arose, but soon he began to regain his best strength. In a s hort space he had torn up his outer shirt of s oft flanne l and had b ound up his m ore painful wound s The girl also had repaire d s o me of the general dam she had suffered, ,and the couple t hen walked s lowly back to the coacI1, each being rathet weak and neither hurrying much-a caus e for some ment in the old, but none at all irt the younger eration .'-: "The attack by Black Pete and his gang on the coach, will certainly be repeated," Fane said at'length. /, I fear $0." . "They are bound to kill me. ,i Of course! What did you 'think t hey were bound to do? Let you arrest them?" "You are practical to say the least." Why not? I was born out this way. I no;v my great far North-West well. It's a c ountry for real men, with red, fighting blood in .'their hearts . Here, that they may lIve, men fight to kill with r.eal wea pons. East, men fight with money, to get some other man's money away from hi,m." "Both roads lead to the same thing." Wh'at 'is tha,t? "If YOUr don't shoot an enemy out here, you die. If' some one gets your money East, you die also of starva tion." D on't see the, application." Well, there isn't any intense application, only, as I said before, you die Eas' t or 'West, North or South, if you don't win the battle of bullets or the battle of fiv e d ollar bills." I f ancy that is right," replied Jane. We must hurry back to ther coach," added Fane, s eein g that the st!n showed it was late in the after We can t wait or we'may get back too l ate; Black Pete may have attacked the coach ere this." No danger of that. If he had we would have heard him." , But Jane accelerated her pa c e and soon the couple reached the coach. T o their surprise, One-Eye was sitting up with a band a ge around his head although looking pale and wam "How in the world did you recover so quickly?" as ked J a ne, when One-Eye had hailed them with a shout of triumgh; "This thar Kittigazuit, although an Eskimo, is pr etty nigh as good er surgeo n ez SO).l1e 0' them chaps wot think they are the whole cheese because they ,hav e a dee-plopmee from some Eastern coIIidge," ex pla ined One-Eye. "Arter ye was g o ne, thar, Jane, arter your young man here, this Eskimo she gin' me a hook'er 0' good stuff outen a flask, and then she fine s the t the bullet h e d a hit me o n the temple a g la nciri' b l o w, and kno c ked wha t .little s ense I had o uten my head. B u t I w as all ri ght o utisde 0' thet.' I si t s Up __ h J th<;n Jane remember e d ,that, sh e was looking like a f ascinatin g boy. She maae one cI1;ltch. for the place her skirt ought to be Good graciol,ls J With these two words she vanished into the depths of the coach. But she turned her head long enough to remark something more. He isn't my young man', One-Eye, if you please!" she chortled. .' "Then I am indeed out of luck," answered John Fane as the girl dodged back to add the usual feminine skirt to her trim figure. One-Eye winked in a most mysterious fashion and tl1e n he dedged around to his horses and soon had things ship-shape again . Say, boy," One-Eye cried to/ Fane. We I' \

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I 20 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I scrape mighty luoky. But' boy, ef we aint a gIttm ours later, I'll miss my guess." Do ;you mean that you think Black Pete will at. CHAPTER VIII. I THE MYSTERY OF THE WHIRLING SMOKE. tack us again?" '.' Thet's jt!st what I do mean. They aint goin' to qUIt us, my boy, not while John Fane is in this territory alive." , \. ,Jl!y did they not jump tis WhCl'l we ,,\' ere c1efence" Wall, wot ye goin' to do now? halI an hour later, One-Eyed Dell asked of John Fane. "Ye are the com man-deer of this hyar exp-ee-dition, an' 1 as the oply male private in the ranks are ready ter obey." and could not fight back?" / You are a wonder," cried Jane Martin, pertly. "They t1ave cut the word obey out of, the marriage service and I thought that they 'had also cut it Qut of the dictionary." On common is the desperado heart. I don't know. They may have had er lot 0' reasons, thet we dQ,?'t knpw of, but thet they ain t through with us yer can bet." * * * * *. * Ii< Fane laughed. "I would like a photograph of tlk husband that \ ( would make you obey," rejoined Fane. One-Eyed pell did not know that there had been a So would 1/' replied Jane, as she stuck her tongue conference of the renegade gang and that although out at him. Black Pete was hot for an immediate pursuit and,' One-Eye had meanwhile watched the two in avenging' of the death of his men, and Nort amusement. was equally as decided on this point, the majority of "You two people remind me of a couple 0' darned the bandits had ruled against further at'tack. kittens a purrin' 'round each other as ye Say, "Y ou gits the gal, thets enough fer you," cried one you make me sick." 01 the gang 'to Black Pete, "and then Nort Bonair gits "Try Old Crow water for that feeling," replied the treasure box 0n t1:te coach, and ye -two divide Jane as she in the depths of the coach. gal alid the cash about as. ye see fit. We fellers git Fane smiled. l nuttin but the bag to hold. Nit! No pllllnin' into dan"Have you fed the horses?" he asked . gers yit. Things ez got so in yar gang there aint Yes." ) nuttin to it but fer the leaders." We have just to eat s<;>mething ourBlack Pete swore a mighty oa'that,the speaker. selves.'" "Whjit is it to you if I do marry this g-irl?" Sure. With the feelin' all the time thet cried. She's a good looker and will make me a good darned outlaw was a goin' to shoot at us. Say, 1 don't wife when I get her tamed." figger on likin' my meals thet' way. They give me When?" cried another bandit. indegestion alwaus, e I cant eat without fcelin' thet "When, what?" asked Black Pete. so'me feller is a goin' ter shoot at me from the When ye gjt that girl tamed she will make a good Black Pete's gang will shoot at ye from any onex-wife, eh? Sure, but it's going to be some trouble in pected place." taming her. I'd as soon try to marry a she-tiger as "Now, One-Eye: I have a plan." thet girl agin' her will." ,\' "Come over with it, John Fane, I'm listin' hard." 'fhe gang mared. " You remember that before all these interruptions I'll attend to the taming part," replied Black Pete. I had this same plan in my mind?" You're welcome to the job," cried the first speaker. Do ye call a run-in thet nearly cost ye yer life 'an But what do we propose to do with the Constable interruption'?'" that is making so much trouble out here? 'J ohn laughed. ;- Black 'Pete told his reasons not assassinating "Never ,mind what I call it. The interruption at Fane at once. least came near to being a permanent one, didn't it?" The reasons were looked as by the guess yes . But go on an' tell me of yet gang. 'w '. e"" its very si.mple. I propose that you drive on "Bu something has got to be done," Nort Bonair as If you were gOIng to start direct for' La Pierre said. .. I{ouse, but 'when you get off about five miles you go Sure,' cried Blaek Pete. into camp." "Why don't you do that something?" "{fum." Don't you fear, I ain't dead yet." You can then await me." HGet busy or this gang will think you are a dead "What are ye go i'tl ter do?" one." "Oh. I'm going down into the valley to see if I Black Pete drew pearer to the crowd. can get to the bottom of that mystery of the whirling His' plan for the death of Fane was whispered smoke." through his set teeth, in a low hiss of hatred. "Say. boy, aint ye got fur' enough ter the bottom 0' O-o.-h . \ the mystery?" A groan of amazement went thus through the "Certainly not. I haven't got to the bottom of it at when the bandit chief had finished. < '" '" alL" , "Talk about cruelty,?" Bonair, "B,?ys, hats Seems ter me, thet I neve, r had no coriosity ter get ()ff to Black Pete. He IS Kmg of us all when jt comes to the bO'ttom 0 a hornet s nest when I seen the to planning an agonizing death for John Fane Conhornets buzzin' about the nest. Somehow I lost interest stable in the Royal North-West Mounted Police." bout them." The outlaws roar-ed their appreciation of the horri". Btl.t it. duty to explore horl1ets nests, bl) picture that Black Pete had brought to their whIle In thIS case It IS my duty to explore this nest." mmds. One-Eye scratched his head. / ..

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 21 "I didn't figger in no duty-part I'll admit," he an' I see'the finish of that mystery," cried, :'when swered. "I suppose thet when ye puts it all on duty this gang get at work on it-but after all, it is a risky. I'll have ter "PasS'". I dont wanter draw no cards tel' journey we are going upon. We may never return thet statement. Y e wins hans' down." from it.'" "Of course I do " Bitt better to die than not to accomplish one's life But ef I you, I'd buy some good puppy-food." work,'" cried Fane. "'Why?" "You are right," answered th, e girl, "and I think "'Puppies bark fer it.' you are going to accomplish your quest in this c,\.se." Meaning that I am a tender-foot idiot to go down I hope so." and try to solv;e the mystery of the whirling smoke? " What is your idea of th,is whirling smoke?" Sure thing. Say, boy, thet mystery solvin' thet ye "I don't know. Itis qUite as great a mystery to are about ter take cost the feller whose putdd me as it is to you.'" corpse ye buried this morning, his life, an' I guess he Do you think the outlaws are behind the manifestwas erbout as likely a chap as ye are. You may call tation? it yer duty. But I tell yer thet ye are' a darned fool I am at a)oss to know." ter monkey with this mystery." "Do you know anything about the history of the But I am going ju?t the same." : smoke? \ "Ye are?" One-Eye at this point ran to his h0rses to see if Yes. everything was in sbip-shape for a start. Mind made up? "rhe girl and Fane continued their conversation. "Yes." "The only thing I know about this smoke is from "Nothing could change ye?" One-Eye," Fane adqed. "Nothing." ,. "What does he say about it?" One-Eye took off his wide-brimmed 'hat: "He says that it doesn't appeart6 one: To the utter astonishment of Fane he cast his hat Sometimes days and days will go by_ and there will down on the ground in front of him and upon' the hat be nothing in any way to indicate that is any' began executing most marvelous grotesque dance smoke there." that Fane had ever seen. It was an exaggerated type Oh." of' a South Sea Islander dancing his head-dance, just "Then there will be other days when the smoke before he boils the nearest clergyman in a pot prior can be seen only high.in the air: It then seems to be to eating thereof. .. a soft haze-like film hanging over the vaney." "W-h-y-w-h-a-t!" questioned Fane. Oh." .. .. "Put her thar, poddner," cried One -Eye, a s her ex"Then at other diJ,Yll the smoke is quite distinct." tended his hand to Fane. Do you know y.rhy this is so?" Fane g-rasped the hand. "No, I do not." "Why all this exhibition of muscular dancing?'" I t's a mystery, 'isn't it? : he asked. "Why this sudden burst of friendship?" Assuredly." ; "Poddner," cried One-Eye impressively. "Thar's A grave one." a reel man come into this yar territory. I allus acts thet Undoubtedly." way when I see a real fightin' man a com in' my ;.'lay. Is the light at night?" I've. tested ye out an' ye assay a:n hundred dollas ter Sometimes." the ton, all good 'ore, an.d say, poddner, I'm with "Not always?" ter the limit. Play this game as high as ye ,wish. ThiS I understand, not always.'" 'yar territory bas been needin' such a chap as ye fer a Then it is not always in the .day the smoke IS considerable spell. You go in an' try ter git behin' thet seen? thar mystery 0' the whirlin' smoke. I'm right thar, Exactly." with me chips all the while." At night the light is some times a soft in the Do you mean that you will go alQng with me and sky? get to the bottom of the mystery of the whirling Yes." smoke?" "Then it is a dark blhish-purple roll of flame-lit "Thet's just what I do mean." margin that seems to flicker hither and thither like The two' brave men gi-asped hands al;1d shook each a wiIl-o-thelwisp? .' other's arm up and down like two old friends who Just that." had just met for the first time in years. "Does it then seem to disappear?" "Say, you boys, away there andcount me in. Skirts and all, here's a girl that is ,going to. go .along when that mystery is solved. If tit s a bandit trIck t\>. keep honest folk away from their haunts.,.-I'm out to find out boys, and if it is really a ghostly some folks say, I'm ready to shoot up' any g,lIost that eV5-r walked this earth," put in Jane. . / Brave girl," cried Fane. "Me go 'long too." All three whirled around. There stood Kittigazuitl the Eskim? with' her fat pursed out 'and her eyes makmg 1wo round Circles. Jane laughe d heartily. "Yes," Jane was thinking deeply over the Fane saw. He awaited the time that she was ready to te .1I him her views. In a way Fane had great deal of dence in the good sense 0f the girl since she had.,So bravely proved her worth by saving One-Eye, Kittigazuit and herself from falling into the hands of th' e outlaws. "Do yeu know I don't think the pirate-band of hell hounds of Black Pete have anything to do with this matter?'" . "Whv not?" I don't think that they have the ingenuity or the

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22 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. brains to put up any condition that would produce the result that you have described to me." "Then to what do you attribute the condition?" "I frankly confess that I do not know." Stories told to him in his baby days about ghosts, supernatural beings, men and women who have come back from the dead, and clad in their grave-clothes had played a brief part again. in this world, came to Fane's mind. . 'And graves have yawn'd 'and yielded up he quoted. Jane took up the quotation. \; The n'oise of battle hurtled in the air; Horses did neigh, and dying men ,cl.!d groan; And ghosts did shriek and squd.l about the streets." When Jane had finished her quotation there was a look of grave trouble on the fact; of Fane. "Ghosts or hum ans who or whatever made that flaming ,whirling smoke," he swore, I am going down there to find out about it if I nev:er return." The wind seemed to blow cold rom the forest. The sun d a rted behind a cloud then, as Fane spoke. Jane a nd F a ne looked from the point whet;e they Stood, over to thy mystery of the valley . As they looked the thin column of smoke that was idly !",hirlingup into the sky, came slowly, sl ,owly dancing' over to where they stood, and sullenly seemed to point to them, as if in laughter and menace at their intent., Fal)e and t he girl look .e? a.t each other. in Wha r's all this smoke a comin' from," yelled One Eye, as h e das hed b a ck to where the cguple stood. A s he s p o ke a great firebrand a flaming bush of dry leaves and wither e d branches fell at the feet of the p arty . The r e 'Was a tremendous explosion and all a round them in e very dire'ction a fearful glare of flame burst f orth, and darted at them a s if to lick the life from their bones. CHAPTER IX. ., TH,E OUTr.A W S L AST PLOT. "Well! " Well. what?" Pete and Nort Bonair, the two outlaws stood together at the side of a fallen tree, a nionarch of the forest while near them was grouped the bandit gang, when each spoke the foregoing words. The. bandits were well shehered in, the leafy forest from prying eyes. Say," Bonair said "we are not as yet filled with success when we are 'bound to bring, our artless thoughts toward the young policeman, one John Fane." Not so rou could see it with th6 naked eye." "In fac1/" so far the honors seem to be with the copper." Black Pete swore a bitter oath. "'So far it, looks that' way, but later it is going to look other way." \ "Now crentle chief wouldst elucidate your theory?" 'h' "Oh, stop joking." Guying? Why, kind sir, I am not guyi,ng, by a lo,tJ.g shot. In fact I was never more senous III my life than I am now Black Pete growled out answer;, /' "It's alf right. for you to Josh me, he cr.led, bu,; let me tell you I. am sick, sore, sorry and dIsgusted. "Why?" "To think how that policeman has skIpped through o,t1f fingers." Why say ours? " ,Why shouldn't I? "Because he surely has not skIpped through my. O'entle fingers. I was the one who wanted to kill him hand; you were the one didn't hit? killed, having a fearsome reason 111 your heart. I think I was right yet." "You are too to be a chief of men like our band. You ought 'to hire out to some comic opera and be a comic opera outlaw. They are just about like the real thing as you are." Look here Nort" answered Black Pete, while his eyes began anp. his fac.e to turn white, "that will be -about all. I've stood qUIte enough from your guying disposition." Nort Bonair was no He 'knew when he 'hadcarr' ied a joke far enough. Black Pete was chary of getting ,into a fight with one of. the best of his ubordinates, but N ort well knew that it was best not to provoke Black Pete too far; he was "a holy when he got started 6n what his men called" Black Pete's war-path,': and not wishing to die quiok, then and there, Nort Bonair hastened to apologize and soothe his irate commander. Oh, say, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Pete," Bonair cried. "I was only fooling at best. Of course you know what's good for the boys, and the boys know thi s and are satisfied." "They didn't seem to be satisfied when we ta.lked things over today." "0 ., you know such things go. There's always the ki cker in every bunch of men you or I could get to g ether. In this case they kicked a bit put it didn't amount together anything more than a mere kick." "If the gang don't hang togetJ1er--" "They will hang separately, eh?" "That's about it." "There's no one looking for death. just yet; don't worry about the boys; they ar;e all right." I hope so, for I have a plan. that I think will/be great--" ..,. "That was the plan you explained to the boys to-day? I' Yes." But th' ere is one thing more behind. that plan." "What is it?" -"When you find the bodies of Fane, and the rest of the gang with him I want you to put over the charred Tried by the Fire of Pete Budg-ell, otherwise known as Black Pete, the outlaw chief.'" Great! "I think the idea pretty good, myself." It's fine." Bon,air burst into loud laughter. Just now he wished to' placate his chief. "WI1en does the dance of death begin?"

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. ' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 23 "Just as soon as our spies tell us the party are Why not? ': ready for th e fiery o r d eal." "I don t think i t was any traitor in our band that "You h av e watcher s out?" \ did it. How long since you have carried that knife? "Spies, J c all e m WhCl-t k i nd of a leader would I Oh, a couple of weeks." / I b e if I had no spy system? "Then it mi ght have been u s ed by a dozen men in "Not of a one, I confess. Have you heard at our band Someone may have broken it and put it r all fr you r spies ? back fea rin g your tongue. Y o u know, Pete, the way "Only o nc e. yo u l a c e into a man tha t d o e sn't ple as e yo u is a cau How? tion." An Iridian boy-,runner in from them and re" W ell L g uess y ou are rig ht. An y w ay, th a t f o olin g ported John Fane had been rescu ed by that gii-l, ,VVith my knife s eem s t o h av e s a ved J o hn Fane's life Jane Martm, after I had suppos ed I had stabbed him But we"will pa ss thi s up this time. Next time h e w on t I to the heart, while he lay across the' b o dy of the dead e s c ape so e a s ily. Thete's a l o t m oi'e to do to him this' elk he had fought." ti me than in the othe r d o n't yo u kn ow " i? thund<:r, did you ev e r bull things Well, ge t ahead and tell me. I'm to know Why dldn t you kill Fane, when you rushed at him w h a t new thin g in cruelt y yo u ha ve tho u ght up." with a knife, and tre threat that you would murder You t hink I am an ad e pt in c ru e l pl a n s? h 1m. f No ques tion of th a t my bo l d captain. W hen' ydu 1'1 am darned if I know. I went at him with murder ge t thro u g h plottin g w h a t a m a n h as to suffer by your in my hear, If I did not hit him a hundred blows it p l ans, w ill turn my h a ir gray t o wat c h. seemed to me with my knife, I didn t hit h i m o nce." "Well I a m going t o do this-I am going t o burn "One real good blow was worth your hundre d poor t h a t ga n(! a li ve." ones." W h at? "I tell you that man bears a ch a r med li f e I don' t see how he survived my hate. D o you? " Yes I am g oing t o bu rn t h em alive, and I a m "Did you examine your knife after you struc k Fane' going to sit o n s ome far c rag wher e I can get a g oo d with it?" v i ew of the ir a go ny, and watch them die "No." W hew You mak e m y blood rU!1 co l d-,.but bef ore "Have you got: the knife here?" yo u burna m a n d on't yo u think it would be a g oo d Yes. This is it." idea t o catch him eh?" ,I May I see it?" .. "You mea n tha t I m us t t ake Fane a n d his party "Sure p r isoners b e for e I bur n them?" Black Pete handed ove r a long, l ooking knife That i s just w h a t I do mean." to Bonair.' : Well, you n eed no t worry about that. I c an beat The latter examined it c a r efully and then returne d that i dea all to a w h isper." it to it s owner. ' ,,As how?" " Well?" a s ked Black, Pete. When my. spies r eport tha t Fane is in a good pcisi" Well what? tion for my purpose I am go ing to' turn oM the band Can t y o u g ive me your opinion? and fire the woods i n every direction." My opinion as to what? " Wh
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24 TI!E AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. there's' about three or four htlndred thousand dollars in gold coin in the treasure box aboard that cQach." Impossible! "Why is it impossible?",. "If there was big Il).oney aboard that coach they would have a g-uard on top." What's the matter with Fane?" "Huh?" "He is the guard. He was going up to Herschel Islanc: to the Mounted Police stafion there and he took the place of the regular guard on the coach." Well, you are certain all right. How did you learn that? " Never mind. I got the news all right,as you see." "Yes." I . I, Then how are you to, rob thiS coach, when you are going'to burn it, alol1g' with the Fane crowd? " Now listen! When the fire is at its hottest and the doomed party inthe coach arS! trying to save their lives by putting out the why, our boys will jump in quietly and run off with the treasure, leaving them to die hy the flames and in the thick smoke of a terrible forest fire." I But suppose they try to flee from the flames with the coach? Black Pete straightened up his tall form. "I have already hat! every nut unscrewed on each wheel. Two of my Indian warriors, Red-Deer and The Serpent, like two great snakes, have been crawling, crawling, taking advantage of every shelter until they, un' observed, got beneath the coach, and now no one can move the treasure-laden vehicle without all the rear wheels CQI lapsing. The Fane party tan not now escape my ven gea;nce, I am sure. They are doomed to a dreadJul death." Nort Bonair gave back a step. The awful ingenuity of the plot appealed to hiin. n Holy eats! he cried, Black Pete, you ar-e a born devilish plotter and 'aJe fit to lead the desperadoes you command. Yes, John Fane, Jane Martin, and One Eyed Dell are doomed to die this time. Ha! Ha! Ha! What a man you are, Black Pete." CHAPTER X. ./ THE FIGHT WITH FIRE. "The flames are, hemming us in!" shouted John Fane, as he glanced about him. By dint of feeding the flames! soon they had quite a confla 'gration of their own b}azmg. It was' a glorious but. disheartening sight to watch the flames that were marching through the forest like the advance made by a devouring army of locusts. Wild beasts soon began to appear. They were driven away from by fur.y of the seething tempest of glanhg 14ght whIch searche.d the darkest shadow and made a waste of their deepest lairs. Look at that snarllng, crouching cried Jane, as she pointed to a slinking beast, tqat crept cat-like from the shadow, darted over the road and was lost in the impenetrable g.1oom of still stand ing forest A hulking cat," cried John. "1:ook at grizzly bear! He' comes slowly, anon over hIS sho!tl der the fiery pursuer, and stopping now and then to watch the fire with slavering jaws. He is ready to fight but that impalpable thing that comes with hot breath has no substance for him to crush within his deadly' paws." "I feel sorry fer them thar deer," said One-Eye. "They is so purty, and they's so timid, and they look so appealin' at one, as they rush hither and thither like a lot of frightened sheep that I am allus a-wan tin' ter go and helfl--'em git free." Snake! Heap big, snake.'" Kittigazuit pointed to a venomous that wrig gled onward, like a ghost-snake, leavmg an uneven wiggling mark in the dust' of the road. "There isn't a denizen of this vast forest that isn't runni!J.R in terrible panic from the King of the Fire World," shouted John. "Nothing is so-awful as a forest-fire." \ "It ain't ther animuls thet are all in denger, John, jest now. We ain't safe, my boy, and. we are in a fair way to be made cinders of, at thet." John knew that One-Eye was correct. But he did not wish to alarm Jane more than was and had tried to act as if there was not great danger. But Jane knew. She had known of the deadly forest-fire long before the feet of John Fane had pressed the N orth-West sod. She had' also decided not to let John know that she was aware of the danger. In the friendly feeling that had grown up between the young couple each was anxious to keep bad news away from the other. "The only way ter fight fire with fire is ter get hizzy," yelled One-Eye, now ye people watch me 'git inter the game." One-Eyed Dell was all energy as he spoke. \He thrust his trembling hand into the pocl,<:et of his Jane stood watching the mystery of the fire with a wrapt fac/,! in spite of -the danger that surrounded her. Is it note awful this wild qeating of the fiery element ,I. upon the' defenceless woods," she said to Fane. "Look at the flame and smoke sweep up that tall tree? It is gone in a breath. Nothing now but a cha rred stump that no one would ever think had been a tree." jacket and drew opt a bundle of matches. He kicked a pile of dry leaves together; threw a top dressing of dry upon the pile, and lighted the match with a cry of triumph. Back fire is the way 0' fitin' fire I ever seen," he said. some matches. Yer foller me 1eac1, Jane and John, and' I guess we may git outen this 'hyar arter all." Kittigazuit assisting, party. soon had half' a dozen littJe fires started. "The roar of the flames, the burr of the falling 1;imber,. the dreadful flashes of smoky flame-topped stifling vapor that' comes t9 us here, is the most dreaded thing in my mind 0. this terribfe danger we are facing." ') "See our fires ketch holdt," shouted One-Eye. L90k The flames are rushing toward the bigger flames. The back-draft of the big fire is a takin' ourn to we may be saved yet. I hate to die a broilin'."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. , I 25 "Enouth for you to know that will be your fate One-Eye gave this ringing yell as he flung his great after death, eh?" cheerily cried John. . w over his head. ,\ ,. The situation now' had slowly but surely changed. Then the lash descended with a long, snake-like The ruse of ltad partly saved the party. motion . They were now m no great danger from a direct Whoop rush of the fire bU,t be in danger any moWell the horses knew this yell ment from, the fire s Jumpmg the stage-road into It was the last call on every oun<+ of energy they tl!e forest oeyond and them in 011 every possessed. sIde.: Only jn times of the greatest danger did the horses "We might escape through the forest that has not hear their driver so shriek. yet been touched by the fire,'" said Fane. "But we All four beasts' forg?t the forest of flame, th\? onwould be in fully as bad a plight if we took to the r Q ar of the awful tempest of fiery death that engulfed woods there-no, My God, we can not escape that them on every side. way; the woods there, are also full of flame! Every 110rse jumped into activity at once : Jane shrieked. It seethed to One-Eye that they would jump Qut of The red glare of' a great conflagration at that point their harnedses in the plunge forward. showed the beleaguered party that the flames had But insteaQ they lifted the coach clear the reached their only possible refuge. ground. .( Back-fire that er way," roared One-Eye. ,. Hustle The party went flying into the tempest of smoke hard er we'll git ketched agin:' and flame ahead of them. The party with flying feet heaped up more dty "Saved! ) criedJane. leaves, bunch-grass and sticks 'and SOon had several "My God! What is that? fires merrily blazing in the direction of the new danger. His crY t was lost iri a fearful crash. Bu.t now, the wind seemed to direct its ep.ergy foward "The Wheels are off of the Stop the horses! blowll1g upon the devoted party. Jane yelled the words at One-Eye. The smoke became stifling. The great sparks' that The stage-driver threw all his weight on the reins. flew through the air seemed to dart it everyone in The horses could not drag the heavy, wheelless the endangered zone; and the roar, of the appalling coach far. spectacle dinned into all ears so that the scene about They the unfortunates was iike that of an inferno. The coach now lay on its side, with the left rear Et's a gittin too hot fer me," mildly roared Onewheel many feet away from it. Eye, "thar' s goin' ter be. a cooked-stage-driver ef I The other wheels lay under the coach a of don't git away from hy;:tr soon." wood and irbn I "The coach! Why not try to rush back to the The axles of the coach were twisted and bent beyond coach. We might dash through the flames if we .had repair by the speeq wit4 which the horses had dragged a coach. Let us try it." i .t alodg in the rocky One-Eye h;J.d checked Jane spoke these words in her frenzy. tern. "Th '\1V e cari not escape We are in by the ..... at s yelled Fane in reply. Onefire. Ou' r coach has broken down." Eye, Jane is right. Rush for the coacH." -. Thar et is beyont us," shouted the o,d stal!e-coach 11T answer to these words of terror shouted by Oned -Eye, a howling burst of lalfghtel' came to their eilrs. nver.. Jane looked in the direction of the sound. Charge! Mounted on his huge black horse./. his face wearing The soulid of Fane's voice made a ghastly echo the mask ih which had first been seen b1 John above all the din, t.he rushing roat: of the tremendous Fane, perched high on a jutting rocky pinnacle .above fire. the fire but where he could plainly see the stress in With s.peed the endangered people hurried back to which his victims were laboring, stood Black Pete, the coach. the outlaw chief..' It was a mercv that the horses had Alot bolted' l in Haw! Haw! Haw! My plot w ins. Die, John the welter of teriible danger about them. -' Fane die, you cur dog, die!" I. I But they had not. I Black Pete, desperado, sent his bitter taunt down "Poor beasts;" cried Jane. "Look at them whim-to his silent, and supposedl' helpless victims. pering and cowering down to the earth, with their The leapil'lg flames, that seemed. now to be about to affrighted eyes turning hitnel' and thither. They were obliterate the unhappy traveller's, darted higher arid literally too scared to run a way." . higher, and' threw a dazzling red glow the We had all better get on top of the coach,'" shouted triumphant form of the bandit. Fane. There may be need for combined action on our "Haw! Haw' Haw!" Black .... Pete howled again, : part. It will not do to separate just }low." "My revenge is complete. ,So must die all those whoFane led the way ro the top of the coach. dare to follow Black the outlaw, to his lair! \ Behind him hurried-Dne-Eye. Jane and Kittigazuit active as kittens clambered up after the two men. One-Eyed grasped the reins. With one touch of his hand upon .them the horses seemed to shiver themselves together. y They knew theit master was ill control once more and were ready at once to do his bidding. "Whoop!" . . ., I CHAPTER XI. MY TRICK! YELLED JOHN FANE. You lie, you black hound!-" John Fane's face was, lightened by the hope of a I great deed, wl).en he heard Black Pete's words.

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26 THE .AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. . He' sp.ook hiS impotent fist at the guerrilla-leader. He knew that Pete was out of gun l'ange, or his life would have paid instant forfeit for his deadly taunt. We will not die, yet! added Fane, as he turned toward One-Eye. . Jane hurried toward the valiant young man. The Eskimo also hurried to the natural leader. Cut the traces to the horses. Cut them loose from the coach," sneered John. "Then all mount and ride. There's four human beings here, four horses there-" Fane had time to say no more. ' f Be Gosh," cried One-Eye, "of all the darned that ever hit the N orth-West, I'm the one. Tl:us yar tenderfoot has got us all locoed when it comes ter I')lannin how ter git out 0' trouble," "I no ride," cried Kittigazuit. You ride or fry, ye lws yar choice," replied One"Fer me it's a case :o' ride. I don't like a fried stage-coach driver. It's an oncommon dish I know, but seein' as I've gotter be the dish, et's a case er ride fer me, an' I ain't been astrid 0' a hoss in thirty year." But while One-Eye talked his jgile fingers had been, as busy as his tongue. He soon stripped the covering harne sses, off each of the four horses, leaving only their bridles. Here, Jane. I 'll help you up," C'ried Fane. In a moment the girl was safely as tride ,the beast, in spite, of her short-sk irt. "I'll take Illy skirt a lon g this time," s he smiled down at John, with a slight blush. "There will be no sheltering for me to enter, if I live through this road t h a t skirts fiery death, where I can change my habit." . "Oh, yo u aJ1swered John, "in death\ clutche s y o u s till th in k of your looks." "It is all we pave to attract yQu woilderf ul men,Jane added with a pout. One-Ey e had tried to help Kitti gazu it on the horse which she had seLected, meanwhile, but the result was not the greates t success in the world. When One-Eye hoisted the Eskimo up one side of the dahcing beast, she promptly slid over the animal's 0 back and l anded with the greatest astonishment on the other side. ' \ . Then One-Eye in his excitement would run aroun the animal and ho.ist Kittigazuit. up again, Slnd she would reverse tllJ. sliding and land with a resounding ugh" on the Side of the horse from which she haod originally. started. Fane and Jane had been watching this comedy for some time. I .One-Eye whose was red from exertion and, whose sjngle eye was red and inflamed with anger, began swearing in a ls,ty tope. Do it over again," cried Fane, it's a new kind of game. I never saw the like of it before." .T ane was almost falling off her horse with laughter. I hope never to see the like of it again." The bewilderment on Kittigazuit's face; the anger on the stage-driver's countenance sent both John and Jane into further shrieks of laughter. "This darned Indian is wuss then an eel," shouted One-Eye. "Oh, you two young lovers would laugh ef.ye was a-burnin'-and if ye don't help me ter git thIS gal up and strapped to the of. this 'yar hoss, ye will soon be a bumin' up, see?" This fact was 'brought sharply home to the couple ,. I whose laughter acted on One-Eye as a reef rag to a bull. Stick her on somehoyr," cried John. ".We have no time t? lose." '\ "WIsht I had some mucIlage, cned One-Eye: A happy thought seemed to strike One-Eye. He pulled a couple of reins frolT,l the harness that lay in the road. He then lashed Kittigazuit to the horse. "I oncet 'Over to Nome, .seed a show-gal a lashed jest' like thet," One-Eye explained. "Her name was Mazewa, en I thought then it was a purty queer name fer a gal, 'an' I jest thinks of that thar act, when I was a strugglin' with that blubber-eatin' Eski-moo. An'..,well ye see the result, "I see, Highly original young lady. I mean Mazeppa, Also this Eskimo who resembles most of the Mazeppa's I've seen more through contrast than semblance," replied John. "But'we' must now.mount and ride for our lives." Jane bein' teady this thai: Eski-moo bein' lashed to her hoss, it,remains fer jest you an' me ter get aboard our crafts an' set sail." John answered,by leaping upon his Horse, vaulted upon his. They whirled the animals head on at the flames' One-Eye having taken the precaution of blindfolding the animals with cloth torn from his jacket. The horses would thus not fear tge fiery danger the party must meet. Ride for your lives, all," cried Fane .. He dug his heels into' the horse he rodet The animal darted down the road. Behind Fane thundered Jane's steed. Kittigazuit, like a monkey 'in c a circus riq,g on the d onkey's back, hungl on to her horse with fear in her 'eyes; ,but she happily could not tU'mble off owing to. the re111S that corifined her to the animal's back. way for the first hundred feet was like a progress through a furnace. Jane never could understand how she kept her horse under her, or how she breathed" at all through the choking, fire-swept:atmosphere. ,She knew that her eyes were ,glued to Fane's broad back. She knew, she followed welcome refuge as a sailor steers for a safe-harbor. the terrible rain of the fire-brands, through the whIrlIng of the awful conflagration, Jane seemed only to hve to follow the rushing form ahead of her. The thundering hoofs of the horses ca'me faintly to e.ars, saw the red of the burning. woods shppmg beh111d her, "I am stifling," Jane thought. "I am dying." I;Ier .head reeled .. Her eyes seemed to burn and her head: Her tongue was a shapeless cinder 111 her parched mouth. "I can ;lOt longer," Jane thought . "My horse IS hIS pace. H<,; toq is dying. All is lost." J an.e s ,senses left her. She fell forw.ard headlong from her animal. The next th111g the girl knew was the finding of herself propped up in John .Fane's arms while Kitti was wafer in her face One-Eye hIS fac<,: solicitude was leaning over her bath111g her brow 111 whiskey. The bathos of the situation struck Jane.

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AMERICAN INDIAN. WEEKLY.' 27 She sat up a?d w@nt into a gale of hysterical laughout? The landmarks er liable ter be changed then by ter. this hyar fire ? . "You men are sa fun-funny," Jane cried. "And'" "You I could go to the place if, an earthquake the waste of good whIskey has been .50 marked-oh had been there ahead of me)' I One-Eye, r shall certainly die this tim' e." Say,. yar sartin the best ih the business--' One-Eye looked at the girl. Then he looked at the Let 4up! The only thin g I'm afraid of now is that whiskey. the outlaws will kill us all and the secret of th e hid-He gravely winked at the" git: l and swaliowed an den will be lost forever." .enormous drink of the whiskey. . Wall, hey t01d everyone in thisyar party about "I ain't"11o saw-bones 0' a /doctor" One-Eye re-whar the treasure is hid?" marked to Fane, "but J jest guess thi's gal will live" "No." "Of she will," cried John warmly. "The H B ,etter do it then. Whichever on us gits to La idea of h1l1t1l1g at her death." Pierre House arter .this kin tell the Hudson's' Bay One-Eye again. at Kittigazuit, who acknowl' Company agent thar whar the gold is cached. Then edged comphment WIth' a wide grin, and took an-we are sure thet the gold will git backto them thet other dr1l1k.. owns it. Fer I feel purty sure some one will git by did it all. happen?'" cried Jane. "Here we this tr6uble. We. all mlty not, but some one on us are 111 peace, outs1de the fire which I can see will ,git by" from here, and we are .all alive? How did it happen? "That's a good idea." "There wasn't much to hippen in that dash 'for life" Accordingly Fane told the party of the secret of replied John, who was now rUbbing the burned hai;s the box. from his horse. "We rushed alonothrough fire and It. is right underneath the corpse of the dead man smoke until we passed the danger-that was all." we found along side of the road, cri e d J ohu. "You' "How far did we come?" can not miss the place because even if all the trees at. About two miles." ) that spot are burned, the great rock where the dead "When did I .fall? map rests towers up at least five hundred feet above J f the road." ' ust a ter we vrere out of danger." "Wasn't that just lilse a 'woman? . ." I know. thet thar s pot, why passed it every "Well you stood the danger .to your limit. When tnp Qver thIS route every summe r f e r the past twentyyou tumbled off of your horse you, h a d p<;l.ssed the five years, mopen less," cried danger. Anyway you stuck to' the ga me
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, 28 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Btit the bandits were riding so swiftly. They were II! sl.jch a concentrated position, that they had not a sll1gle chance to take good aim when they trained their weapons on Fane. He, when he heard Black Pete's yell of rage had pulled Jane backward to the ground, and he had fallen close to her side. So the pullets idl:Jft cut the airl and did not touch Fane or his pretty companion. One-E.ye had also with true woodsman skill crOllched to the ground. He did not have to draw Kittigazuit to the ground. "She beat the party to it by at least {our foot," cried One-Eye in describing th.e attack later. From the grol1nd, Fane took aim .. at Black Pete. Flash! Whang! tl;e sharp report of his revolver Black Pete clapped his hand to his arm. "I'm hit," he cried to Nort Bonair. Badly hurt?" queried Bonair. "Noaw, only through me arm." "Gee, but those people fight, now ,don't they?" "They sure do." Better draw off the gang and repair damages." GuesS we had." Accordiqgly while Bonair' attended to the falling back of the bandits, Black bound up his inj!lred arm. One-Eye gave a great yell of pleasure when he' saw the bandits turn as one man in fun retreat. "Hurrah!" he "We've licked 'em." "Don't be too sure," replied Fane. "They will come back again soon." ., But while the bandits were repairing damages Fane did propose to be held up like a rat in a tra.p, as he knew he would be, if he and his party did not escape before the attack was renewed. "Mount horses," he commanded, "we must try to fscape while we can.'" . The entire tiny cavalcade started as quickly as possible in their weary conditioo, toward La House. he stuttered. "You seen me gral} 'your gun, insist on trading with ye fer yar weepin, and thea wen that thar scrap begun I gets, mine in me coconut, on tl}e go in, and leaves ye ter to the best stunt er your life. Say, Jane, ye'd make a mighty heart-smashin' boy." 'It was now Jane's turn to turn red. "Say," remarked Fane, to cover Jane's embarrass ment, you, any way, got there when you to life. Your little episode with Mazeppa KIttlgazUlt, here, was a poem in every-day life." One-Eyed grinned in appreciation of thIS remark. "Say, boy," he said, "fer a tender-foo.t .yer, holdin' yer own, an' I must say ye has a fine SpIrIt 0 re-partee abtmt ye." \ The horses meanw.hile had been making good time. For a few miles, as nothing 'was heard of the outlaws further, Fane urged the -animals to their best paces. '. Then feeling that it might be wel-l not to take all the speed out of the animals by fast work, Fane slowed down to a good slinging trot, and at length, the party had progressed about five miles from tht! scene of theIr narrow escape. One-Eye, knowing the trail-road, h,ad led the way. At a spot where the road wound close to the sides of a mountain, One-Eye stopped. Look thar," he said. '(.;What do YCiU see?" "Thar's the mystery 0' region. Thar's thet smoke agin' thet we all knows when we see it, and don' often, see it, when we want ter." '": Fane's eyes saw a few hundred feet away a trail leading down to the valley, and which seemed to run directly toward the phantom smoke. Do you know anything about that trail? he asked One-Eye. I never noticed it before," replied One-Eye. :ij'ane sat wat<;hing the trail intently for a moment. He swung his horse ahead. He guid,ed the animal tl:Ie steep trail the valley. ,. "I'm dead sorry tel' leave that thar coach thar," cried One-Eye. "TV-ere isn't much of that coach left," dryly put 1n Fane. "The flames have undoubtedly licked 'it up "Gosh," cried One-Eye "ef he ain a-goin' down thet valley. Well, here I go also." "And here I go," added Jane." long ere this." "Oh dear, my trunk, with all my pretty things in it," sighed Jane. "I lose bundle," remark, ed Kittigazuit. I wisht I had that thar gun I give ye, J ane, I seen them bandits com in' that thar time." Jane held up the weapon. '. f "Hurrah!" coed One-Eye, "Thet's good We. kin git the best 0' them bandits now,ye bet yer boots. That thar weepin is a corker.\" Fane saw a chance to score a point. "Yes," he rejoined, "it's best' to have a man have charge of a man's weapon." "Especially if you curl up with a bullet along your head which puts you out of commission and leave a ,woman to clamber up the side of a dizzy coacli, dashing along at about a million miles an hour," put in Jane, speaking apparently to the woods by which' the party were rapidly passing. One-Eye flushed. He grInned at last. ) Say, thet ":as ...... a good o.ne on me, now wasnt "Ugh!' cried the Eskimo as she followed on beh-ind. The trail to everybody's surprise not a hard one to negotiate. It wound around the hard places, ,ducked by the rocks, ma'de easy going on level places, and in a sur prisingly short time the party found itself pushing its way toward the smoke which now, like a gigantic flame-tipped pal1, was apparently only a few hundred feet overhead. Weare going to get to the bottQrfl of the 11l3'sterJ of grizzly gulch in a few moments," shouted Fane. now sure that he was about to the dread secret, although, he knew that many had tried to do so and had perished in the attempt. There not fifty feet over our heads a little south of / where we are is the smoke," shouted Jane. I see it now plainly. We will soon be at the seat of the mystery," cried Fane. '. ,.. "Look thar," yel1ed One-Eye. 'When he spoke all eyes were tip in the, air. There was no trace of the smoke to 'be seen. Wh_ what, say! .. stammered Fane .

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 29 "The smoke has disappeared," whispered Jane itt an awe-struck tone. I t was indeed true. From where the party stood not a single trace could be seen of the fitfully soaring vapor. "., Fane gave a cry of a larm. ., Let us retI;ace our steps to the point where the s moke was first seen by us after we reached this valley," he insisted .. It was a short ride backward to this spot. The party covered the distance quickly. "rvly God! Oh, look there! There's the smoke .again." One-Eye saia words in a trembling His pointing finger covered the ghostly vapor once more. There was the whirling pha'ntol11 smoke again, idly waving its great arm upward'toward the deep blue of the kyo "Get what ready?" moaned One-Eye. "Boy, we aint got. enough a1nmernition tel" fire ten shots." Fane s face blanched "What? " I t's sQ." "How did it happen?" "I ferget all about ther cattridges," moaned OneEve. ." Where were they?" cried Jane. In the coach," weakly answered One-Eye. "And the coach has been burned in the forest fire "Yes." Jane's face went white This is the end, isn't it?" she dully asked of Fane. "Yes." Kittlgazuit burst into a of fear. Stop!" sharply commanded Fane. The Eskimo stilled her frightened plaints. O 'ne-Eye stood apart his face calm. Fane rubbed his eyes. I By thunder!" he cried. V\That do you sup,ose it all means?" "Wall. boy, didn't I tell ye it was a game fer a htin' man the one ye was a takin' up?" / .T ane was equally tfl.understrl1ck. It is surely smoke," she said "See how' it dri\ts back and forth under each passing breeze that catches it. Look!" The party gazed half-panic stricken. Let us go back to the point where the vapor dis-appears," suggested Fane. Qnce more the same condition obtained. The smoke co u ld no longer be seen .. I tell ye boy," the solemn voice of One-Eye said, .. thar's many a man thet has tried ter find that thar smoke and not on e hez ever done it. I don't know what makes it but it's dead sure thet no livin' man has ever got ter the bottom of that thar mystery. The //t ystery of grizzly gulch will never be solved by mortal l11an." But Fane would not gi\-e up. Again and again he raced back and forth over the trail from the point where the smoke could be seen to the point where it suddenly disappeated. He then made a g reat citcle and rushed around from left to right, narrowing the circle's circumference at each outward swing, but the mystery was as deep as ever, I give up." at last said Fane, his face drawll with the exertion /through which he had passed I see that so far as I am concerned that I can not fathom this 11l:r stery.' ft Boy," cried One-Eye. L knew from the Leginnin' thet ye COllltl not." ,/ \Vha t is that? 'cried Jane as she pointed toward a hand of horsemen that came loping aroulld a jutting pile of rock far over to the right of their position. !-Clne groaned. "Out upon th 'em.': he said, Here come the ,u asked Ridrrs again! CHAPTrrR XIII. 10HE ,.DOOM OF THE SMOKE TRAIL. J ohn Fane stra1hed his eyes at the of horse III en. Get ready for our last fight he shuddere([' "You did, and you were right." "Wall, so fer as I'm consarned I'm gettin' te r be an' old man and ez I've gotter die some time it don' t make much odds, fer I've had an er-ven-ter-ful life 0' good old times an' no\v that the cashing in time hez come I ain't er goin' ter kick about ut but I'll take my medicine like a man. But ye two youngsters ,with the worLd aforeye, I'm dead sorry fer. I didn't ought tel" let ye, boy, git in this ya1-hole, but young blood is headstrong, anc! ye hac! ter git yer belly fiill 0' it." Nonsense! I didn't come here or get into this muss because J liked it One-Eye, but just because it was my duty." "Duty is all me boy, ]jut a skin full of outlaw bullets is darned poor satisfaction fer a duty that didn't git ov er:" ", Jane was crying' softly. , \Vell," she said, I didn't come out to this country to (lie. But if I lllust, I suppose I ought to be proud of the company I am going to die in." Fane could not help smiling TIut he turned sharply toward One-Eye. Let llS close in a circle," he added, then when 'the shock comes we will shoot as long as we can. Then gr<:tsp our Bowie knives and die hard and uncompl.ainingly as a man should." '. The thunder of the hoofs of the outlaws' horses now could be plainly heard. ",Vhy, what is this?" said Jane, "they aren't com ing this way. Yet they must see us-why, what is the matter: what are the outlaws doing?" The masked ddfJrs could be seen rushing over the plain. , "There's a fight going on," put in Fane, "are th<; bandits fightin,g' among themselves? Has a mtltiny broken out iil the camp?" "Thev sure are a fitin' and they's a fitiri hard, snqnp.ed One-Eye. thet horse go Gosh! Did ve see thet fellow get that bullet right through his head?" /' ') And 1001:, addeCl T ane, "there" goes the outlaw they call Nort Bonair." The scene was an exciting one. The neighing of maddened horses came fitfully to the watchers.' f.'lashes of revolvers could be plainly .. The dreaded roar of the weapons came across the

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I I 30 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. mile of acrid land between the awe-;truck travelers Nothing of ,horror rewarded the party. and the fighting party of outlaws. I No sound came from the darkening spot. Men fell now almost in files. ' Sadly they retraced their steps up .the. long trail The popping of revolvers grew. into a steady roar. to the stage-road. ; The scene was one of a great battle and Jane covered I When they the road and were again her eyes with her hands 10 shut out the terhble sight. standin.g by the side of the rock bepeath which lay, The Dattle drifted toward the party. buried the body' of the unknown man; Fane and One Now the outlaws were not five hundred feet away. Eye searched fot the buried treasure hox o the coach. All saw Black Pete, with his face still masked, fight-It was readily found. ing like an incarnate fiend in the midst of a knot of The box was hoisted to one of the horses and was rushing, blood-stained men. firmly bound there by One-Eye "Black Pete, is the .,<:ente r of the attack, now," They tore Pilrts of th, eir clothing into strips and thus pointed out Fane. managed to bind the box firmly in place. He had hardly spoken when the outlaw rushed by Well," said Fane. there is one more duty to persevera:! of his foes. form." He ran directl;: away from ,the watche'rs at He until he found a white stone. of hors.e. Then with' infinite pains Fane began cutting deep Behllld hl1n traIled a fighttng legIOn of men. into the solid stone. '. / Hold hard thar!" oellowed Pete, drawing a bead These were the words 'he engrav.ed: on the nearest pursuer. Kill him, boys, we have got him in a hole," replied a shrill vojce, in answer to the thunderous 'roar the leader of the outlawS. The fighteFs then swung away toward the long ing, mysterious smoke that again could be seen, now making a spiral mark upon the sun-lighted sky. .' Into the haze, into the depths of the smoke' the disappeared. The heavens then seerl,led to be torn asunCler by a horrible, grinqing crash. The earth racked under the feet of 'the awed watchers. Their horses turned and fled as if pursued by a thousand devils. I When the mad the animals had Leen flung into, had been stilled and Fan.e again turned their heads toward the point' where he had seen the fighting outlaws disurst of purple" light, a blmdmg flash agalll, a dull roar and then a great silence , "Ah, look thad" whispered One-Eye. Again far above their, heads, lazily, drifted the spectral smoke. . Anti never in this world ever heard or seen the slightest trace of the dreaded band of outlaws, keaded by Blacll Pete. I The fatlJl df the Masked Riders lay within the impen' veil that shields, forever the Mystery of Grizzl y Gulch. "An Unknown White-man lies buried !rere. Killed l::Iy Black Pete's outlaw gang. Stranger, lightly." Is there any hope of discovering the name of the man?" queried Jane of Fane. I r know of n.one," he replied. "Do you suppose he was a member of B lack Pete's' gang? "I think' not" "Whom do you suppose he was? " One 0' them hundred men thet hev tried to fathom that thar mystery.an' dkd fer his pains," said One-Eye in his deep voice. Are you going to attempt to get further into the mystery? n asked Jane as she turned toward Fane. "I fear.it is useless," he' answered. "It is evident that'in some way, I do not pretend to know, Black Pete and his men became involved in a terrible fight." liThe gang seemed to be trying to kill Pete." From what we saw of the battle I should think so." "Pete then tried to escape?" "Yes." And then they must have gotten into the realm of the smoke that we saw hovering over Grizzly Gulch." \ Yes." "But how did they dis"appear?" \ Oh, I can ilOt fathom that. I simply know that they did disappear." "Say boy, ye hadn't better try ter say no more" cried One-Eye, Let us hurry on to La Pitrre Weare ten mile's easily from thet place. We can chaw the rag over on our way back." "Good advice,'{cried Jane. Forward," ordered Fane. CONCLUSION. \ The entire party obeyed with alacrity. Fane spell-bound watched until his eyes we're balls they reached the pinnacle of the mountain of fire the dreadful spot that tried his soul when whIch would give them their last sight of Grizzly attempted to mystery. G?lch, a!ld -dread valley th.at led t? it, they saw, Jane sat by hIS SIde whIte and mute. sh11 soanng fit fully theIr heads 111 the grim disOne-Eye, his single orb darting hither and thither in tance, a column.of noddmg, dancing, flame-shot smoke. the vain hope of learning more of the sec ret, was They left the vapor to the silence of the mysterious I'p,eechless. N orth-West. . \ Kittigazuit was a mere, wreck of tired nerves, and . sobbed and cried in her dre,ad frenzy. THE END. .

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I I TIJE GREATEST OF ALL' I WEEKLIES BY THE GREATEST OF ALL DETECTtVE WRITERS OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY These stories i ssue d ev ery Friday, are the greatest detective stories ever written. No man has ever lived in this country or any othel"\ who se tales are so thrilling s o entrancing. which s o teem with excitement and desperate s itua t ions as those o f HOLD SLEUTH." The storics are twice as long a s those in any othe r library, each story having the enormous total o f 50,000 words. Nothing like it before' attempt ed, THE FOLLOYVING NUMBERS ARE NOW OUT: 1. The R eturn o f Old Sleuth, the Detective; or The Great Philadelphia 70. On Th eir .Track; being the conbnuation of "The American )\Ionte My stery Cr-isto. 2. Tbe ;\1 yst ery' of the Mis sing Millions o r Tra cked by a Great 71. The Omnipresent Avenger; being the continuation of .. On The ir D e t e c t ive. T rack." ., The Stc' c t o f the Haunted House; or Great D etec,tive's Tragic 7 2 ; Tragedy and Strategy; being the Find. 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The Bay Ri dge Myst ery; or Old S l euth's Winn in g H an d. The Treasure of the Rockies ; A Tale of Strange Adventures 1 2 S LCJdQ\vt"d t o h is D oom ; o r F oile d b v the Y ankee D etective. SO. Bonanza Bardie's W inning Strike; b eing the seque l to "The Treasur e 1:3. T raIl Ping tlw o r The Lighcning D ete ctive on the Trail. of the Rockies. 14. Trailed by t he Wall St r e e t D e t ective ; or Badger's Midnight Ques t 81. Lon!! Shado w the D e t ective; A Tal e of Indian Strateg y. I;;. The Iris h Detective's Greatest Case; or T h e S t rate g y of O'Ne i l 82. ,Detective; The Wierd Adventures of a "Trans 1ft i McDarra gh. The G reat e s t M yster y of. t h e Age; o r Saved b y the G ipsy Detective 83. A Young DCtective's Great Shadow; A Narrative of Extraordina ry TI'apping the l\IIootl s hi ner s ; 0 1 S t r ange Adv eoturcs of a Governme n t D e t ectiv e Deviceso D e tecti ve in the Te nnessee 1\1oulltain s ..;.. \ R4. 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'" Standing Alone at the Head of Its Class The American Indian Weekly PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY / This great weekly is a radical departure from all other five-cent weeklies that are now being publi s hed It ha s the gre ate s t s torie s of frontier life, of Indian s and of the far West that have ever been issued. / The s tori es are longer than those publi s hed in any other five-cent library, except the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKL Y They are all e dited b y Colonel Spenc e r Dair the most celebrated Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and Gun Fi g ht e r of modern fiction. A new number i s issued every Thurs day. LIST OF TITLES No. lo THE OUTLAW' S PLEDGE . ............. . ..... ............ or The Raid o n the Old Stockade No. 2. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR ............. ............. . . or The Pursuit of the M idni ght R aide r No. 3. THE BLACK DEATH ......... ............. .... ....... .... or The Curse of the Navajo Witch No. 4 THE SQUAW MAN S R EVENGE .... ..... .... . . . .... ......... or Kidnapped by the Piutes No 5. TRA P P E D BY THE CREES . ..... . ..... . ............ ..... or Tricke d by a Renegade Scant No. 6 BETRAYE D BY A MOCC ASIN ..................... or The Round-Up of the I 'ndian Smugglers No. 7. FLYIN G CLOUD' S LAST STAN D . .... . .... ........... or The Battl e of Dead Man's Canyon No. 8. A DASH FOR LIFE ........ ......... ..... ............. ........... or Tricke d by Timber Wolves No. 9. THE D ECOY MESSAGE . ...... ............ . .... ...... or The Ruse of the Border Jumpers No. 10. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM ...... ..... .... . .... ....... .. or The Raid on the Paymaster's Camp N o 1l. THE MASKE D RIDERS ..... .... .................... ..... ... or Th e Mystery of Gr izzly Gulch N o 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ....... . . .................... or The Mounted Ranger's Desperate Ride TO BE PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY February 2 3-No. 13. STAGE COACH BILL' S LAST RIDE .... ..... or The Bandits of Great Bear Lake M a rch 2 N o 14. THE TRAGEDY OF H ANGMAN' S G ULCH . . or The Gho s t of Horn Mountain s M arch 9-No. 15. THE TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES ... ....... or The Outlaw's Drag-Net Marc h 16-No. 16. HELD UP AT S NAKE BASI J .. .... or The R enegade's Death-Vote March 2 3 No. 17. THE MAIL RIDER' S DASH WITH DEATH ...... or The Desp erado of Poker Flat March 30-N o 1 S THE RED M ASSACRE ...... . .... ......... or The Hold-Up M e n of Barren Lands April 6-No. 19. T H E MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE .......... or The Robbers' Round-Up April 13-N o 20. HOUNDED BY RED MEN ............... or The Road Agents of Porcupine River April 20-No. 21. THE FUR TRADE R S DISCOVERy . ............ or The Brotherhood o f Thieves April 27-No. 2 2 THE SMUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE .... or The Trapper's Vengeance May 4-No.23. NIGHT RIDERS OF THE NORTHWEST ............. or The Vigilantes' R eve n ge May ll-No.24. THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT CAVERN .. or Tricked by Midnight Assassins ..., The AMERICAN I NDIAN WEEKLY i s for sale by all newsdealers and booksellers, or it will be sent to any addre ss postpaid by the publi s her s up.on receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copies for 50c. All back numbers always in stock. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPAN Y .. CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A.


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