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Lured by outlaws, or, The mounted ranger's desperate ride
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American Indian weekly.
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B Y COLONEL SPENCER, VOL. I 1 .TBE ARTHUR WESlfB RllO,K COMPAtn, CLEVELAND, 6HlO, D. S. A. P u blished Weekly. By Subscription, $2,50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. ) Copyright, 1911 by 'The A,rthur Westbrook Company. ALARIC BARllEL, alias KITTY CARY, alias 'f DANCE-HoUfE TI M "-A stalwart young member of the Mounte d Range r s s ent from Norto n So und, the United States M i l it a r y R ese r v ation in Alask a to Fort Hope, far out in t h e Arcti c Ocean, to bl o t out the outl a w gang l ead b y Hank v V ayland. The disguises that the y oung Ranger ass umed in accompli s hin g the duty assigned him, and t h e hair-breadth esc a p es from d e ath he m e t with, followed b y the counterplot by which he lur e d the b andits to the ir doom, in spite of the lure they spread for him, is a story of the American NorthWest of int e rest. ANNE TOWN SEND-She is a Chicago girl who brave s Alas kan t errors to regain the forttme that she feels sure is due h er, from documents ; found among her father's papers af t e r his dea t h No' sweete r girl ever lived than pretty A nne. Around her drifts, swirls and eddies the noisome de pths of a plot t o m urder How s he a ided the Mounted Ranger t o escape the depths of evil tlie plotters h a d ass i g ned to her; h o w she escaped with her life, ma k es up another thre,ad of th i s sto r y worth reading. JUANITA DISIDERO-,(\ wonderfully beautiful young Mexican girl, whose g lor i ou s b lack eyes nearly lured the Mounted Ranger to de ath. Her li fe was part of the inner chord that rings about t he dreadfu l stockade-d e n, in Alaska wh ere her f athe r ke ep s a dancehouse. And after all there i s a l ovab l e side to th i s dainty ma i den. Do yo u think you c a n find it? HANK WAYLANJr-Chief of the o utlaw band t hat h as s hed g rim terror all over the Ala skan pen i ns ula H is dee d s I of b lood ha v e made him a blight o f h o rror, and as in a d d it io n h e w a s the M ine-bos s of the rich es t co al mine i n all A l aska, hi s capacity fo r evi l was ten-fo l d i n c r e a se d. H i s l ife, h is death, are as gigantic as the wilds i n whic h h e li ve d and di ed, a death-dealing ruffian, 'whose steps b ut on c e falter ed from the path s of wickedness, and t hat was when he first met sweet Anne Tdwnsend on th e fur-packe t the Frontier Belle, rushin?" t hroug h the wat e r s o f the K u p u k River A LAVA R I CARDo-Chie f a ide to Hank W ayland, and an as sass i n r ea d y to bu y -o r sell lives to serve o n e man, an d sell him out to ano th e r ; a trU'cul ent outlaw w h o mee t s a d ese r ve d fat e THOMAS TOWNSEND-The miserl y owner of the ric hest c o al mine in Alas ka, and wh o l os t hi s life beca u se o f h is tri ckery in atte m p ting t o murde r h is niece Anne, and t hu s save t o hi s foolis h self the m o n ey he wo uld h a ve h a o to p ay her. His lif e i s a study o f wh y man will follow hi s gold to his grave, e ven w h e n h e knows that he can n o t t a k e i t bey ond th e g r ave. a MIKE" BRENN AN-A re a l old fa s h i on ed "harp" w h o sees the" Ghost of The / Mine fir s t and in deadl y f e ar ye ll s o f the m y stic presence in th e great mine until s ur e th a t t h e ban s he e has taken toll fro m tho se wh o work in the min e in the dreadful death of his companion, Bill Bradley. BYE-BYE A n Eskimo India!). steersman o f the ill-fated fur-p a cket the Fron tier Belle COU-GEE-An Indian empl oyee upo n the F rolltier -Belle. GHOST-DANCER-An Indi an Assas s i n. oJ A KEY M A NDEL-The Hebre w Engin ee r of the Frontier Belle wit h a sense of humor and who knew when he was f u!,\ny. LITTLF. FISHOOKA C hi pewayan Indian.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. CHAPTER 1. k SHOT-GUN ARGUMENT. The outlaws swarmed over the frail fur-packet. The boat creaked and as the renegade gang -boarded it. Shots rang out in the ai Oaths fierce and wild were hurled at the heads of the defenceless passengers. A scene of wild turmoil, ungoverned wrath, and horrible menace was in a second sweeping its terrors over the deck of the Frontier Belle, a panting lightdraught little steam-boat, on its way toward Fort Hope, Alaska, at the-extreme end of Hope; which juts 'out into th' e Arctic Ocean far up in the North-West corner of North America. Bye-Bye, the Eskimo Indian steersmen of the craft in frantic haste tried to claw away from the "rugged sides of Fishgut Canyon, on the Kupuk River, along which the boat was speeding. In his effort to keep in the deepest water in the river, he had / run close in to shore. The river after all is only fifteen feet wide at this point, and it was therefore an easy matter for the bandits to jump from their concealed nook on shore tothe deck of the boat as it them. "vVhite outlaw, he board us, Cap' Bell!" yelled Bye-Bye, when he saw the fierce attack bid fair to be successful. Captain Bell rushed aft when he heard th' e hail, .but he found his eyes traveling along a gleaming double barrele1 shot-gun held by a tall, bearded man. Don't ye move, you cur, or I'll blow you into the river! A voice behind the shot-gun roared these words. "Boat: ded by Hank Wayland, the desperado, and his gang! gasped Aye! howled the resolute voice of the robber-chief, "Hank Wayland has ye in his grip." There had been no struggle at all with the passengers on the ill-fated boat. The renegades had rushed hither and thither, covering' travelers with their death-giving weapons. "Hands up!" The commancl was heard fr.om all quarters of the boat. A truculent bandit: Alava Ricardo, grasped the wheel of the boat and proceeded I to "stick-up" Bye Bye, the steersman, without ceremony. "Keep them yaller-brown paws 0' yars up in the air," Ricardo screamed and Bye-Bye knew better than not to obey. Bye-Bye, born in the bleak Alaska n country, knew this fact. "No fear," he sputtered, I no move." Caramba !" cried Ricardo, a Spaniard by birth, and a bandit by. choice, "you do well. No move, I no shoot." Keep' the boat in the deepest water," yelled Hank Wayland, the head of the attacking forces Aye! Aye! cried Ricardo, as he !wisted the wheel tha( steereq the Frontier Belle so that she shot away from the shore. A bandit held a revolver close to the head of the engineer of the boat, J akey Mandel, a Hebrew, while the two deck-hands Cou-gee and Little Fishook, two Chipewayan Indians., at tIle first of the attack had resignedly sat down in easy positions on the deck of the b6at and had held -their respective hands high in the air. Anne Townsend, an extremely pretty young girl of twenty years of age, was stifling the tears of another young woman, whoseemed to be frightened out of her wits by the attack of the outlaws. Boohooo-hoo !" cried this girl, iI! abandon that. narrowly skirted the border-land of feminine hysterics. "Oh, Kitty Cary, don't make sucR a fuss. The bandits won't kill defenceless women, I feel sure," consoled Anne. But Kitty was too frightened to do anything but cry. "Who's this making a water-fall of herself?" said a voice at Anne's ear that made her jump. Anne turned. There stood Hank Wayland, the outlaw chief. "This girl is afraid of you," said Anne, with her accusto;ned candor. The outlaw looked astonished. He doffed his wide-brimmed gray-felt hat, and it swept the deck as he bowed iow. "Hank Wayland's reputation never advanced a hint that he was a woman-killer," the desperado said, with his best bow, "I have been accused of being a lady killer, but not that way this girl seems to think. As for you, you ar'e perfectly safe in my hands. Girl, you are too infernally pretty to kill. There's 'other uses for your bright exes, than to see them cIo.se in death." "vVhat a gallant, bandit," mocked Anne. "vVhy call me a: bandit?" said Wayland. "Your reputation goes far in these trackless wilds," rejoined Anne. (( T "hen my reput:;ttion i?--" "A reputation for deeds of blood, and of rapine, murder, ancl--" General cus,sedness? put in Hank with a smile. Anne nodded. A bullet in the head the greatest art of the out only the oullet in the wrong J;l1an's head. Well, some of the gun-men up here have reputa tions and often they appear to be what they ought to pe:" ,

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\ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 "The men or their' reputations?" queried Anne p ertly. The men-and their reputations. You are a pert rni ss are you not? For I take it that no minister has handed your pretty self over to a husband, or you w o uldn t be so talkative." -"Mr. Outlaw, I will have you to know that no man could stop my talking. " Then Heaven be thanked that I a m not your husJ b and." I am quite thankful, myself, that yo u are n ot," r e plie a s he, a depth of quiet fun in her brown eyes. She felt this airy talk with an outlaw of the fame of Hank Wayland was an event in her life But this roly-poly little girl here what of her? Where did she come from and where i s she going?" added Hank. J I do not know. She is in the steerage, or center of the boat, and is not a cabin pas sen ger as I am ." There's two classes of pa ss engers on this boat, e h ? Fir s t and second?" Yes " You being the first clas s have th e forward cabin t o yourself?'" Yes." !' Tj)is little fat, dumpy blonded, blueeyed girl here, she has the center cabin of the boat? "Where most of the luggage i s stored-yes." "When did she get on? K itty Cary was now/squirming d o wn under a pile o f bla n kets and Anne answe r e d f o r h er. A t Fort Kalla." "You meatl the fort w h e r e the A l aska Seal Com p a ny, that great America n rival to the Hudson's Bay Co mpany, have an agent who trades for furs :with the Alas kan Indians, and white trappers? " Y e s The fort is about fifty miles from here up the Kup uk River. v V e a ll l e ft there yestetday morn i ng." "You are bound f o r Fort H ope, o n P oint Hope, where the main fort u p thi s way of .the A la s k a Se a l C o m p a n y i s situated' ? " Yes " A r e y o u two women the on l y o n es o n b oard the b oa t th i s trip down the river?" (I Yes, "YOll are a mighty pretty fr e i ght? I' T h an k you-is tlrl:; all? I h ope it i s be(;ause as matt ers n o w stand poor Kitty is li a ble to cry her self in to Neve r fear! No girl as pretty a s Kitty is very much sca red at any man, bandit or otherwise." K it ty gave a wiggle as Wayland spoke that pro j ec t e d her further down into the blankets. But Wayland continued his cross-e kamination of Anne. "Is this boat making weekl y trips this summer between Fort Kala and Fort Hope?" D o n t you know 1 " ( If I did I w o uld n o t ask you. I ha v e been, when awa y on-ahem, another mis s ion, and you see, J am n o t a s well informed as to the trip' schedule of this boat as I might be. " O h. "And I shall have t o presume upon your c ourtesy t o help me in getting at the facts I want. I shouJd h a t e t o be disobliging to a lady--" The gleam in Hank's e yes, and the truculent manner hi s hand sought his re v olver made Anne blanch and quiver with fear. I am ready to answer any question you may wish to ask," faintly replied Anne. Kittyf Cary had stopped her struggles and moans, She l a id still under her cov ering of blankets into which she had wormed h e rself. \ But Anne c o uld h ardl y help betray ing her wonderment when she c a u ght the steely glitter in the blue eyes of Kitty, who o nl y a few seconds before had been in the depths of sobbing despair. A nne, turne d t o the bandit chief. "Did any man c o me ab oard the boat, besides the cre w? ask e d Hank, a fter h e had reduced Anne to a s t a te o f abject fear ' No t that I s a\ ." "Thi s b oat onl y draws four feet o f w ater, and isn't ve r y large. If th er e had b ee n an y male pa ssenger aboa rd y o u w o uld pro b ably kno w it?" Y e s. I think I w ould k now it. W ith n o furthe r r em ark Hank t u rn e d a nd Anne soo n could h ear his p owerf ul voi ce, with many strange o ath s b ooming out his o rder s t o the m e mbers of his ga ng Ann e s t a r e d when s h e saw Kitty s itting up an d ap par e ntl y lis t e nin g to th e no i ses with her f ears all gone. Are they gone?" w hi spe r ed Kitty. D o you m ea n Han k Waylan d, wh o wa s just h e r e ? " K o t o nl y Hank but all his band." NQ. They a re ju s t o ut s ide. "Tr y h a rd t o h ear w ha t they say." A nn e l ooked at Kitty in surpris e ,,y!1a t ? she c r ied. "Are y o u crazy? K i t t y g ra s p e d A nne' s w ri s t. The p o rce was that of a s t rong hand. It made Anne's fles h "Girl, hi ss ed a v o i c e in her ear, "don' t be a fool Do as I bid you." A nn e wrenched her arrrl-' free with effort. Woman, who are you that you dare order me to do your bidding?" Anne cried. "YOtl little idiot," whispered 'the forin that clad in 'woman's she had always thought be Kitty

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN Y. don't you see that I am not a woman, I am a nlan." What?" Anne sank upon the pile of blankets as she spoke. "A man!" she cried in a stifled voice. "A man," A hand of virile strength closed over her mouth. "Sto p th a t kind of talk," a hissing voice said close to Anne's face. "Would you have the bandits murder us both, if they caught you with me, a man disguised a s a woman?" W h o are you ? gasped Anne, 10 a faint whisper. CHAPTER II. ANNE AN D KITTY TREAD A MEASURE. "Her e you Captain Hell, ,come here and come bl a nk e d quick." Hank Way land shouted these words at the captain o f the Fronticr B elle., Poor Capta in Bell, mo ved uneasily to where Hank s t oo d hi s huge red-beard standing out at an angle fr o m his f ace, thatmade him have the air of a bloodthi rsty bull d og. "Say, Ca p, w here's the boat's manifest?" said Hank w h en the commander of the tiny craft had drawn ne a r "Here it i s ," meekly answered BelL Han k s natched the document from Ithe. cowed m a nder a nd then with his l a rs-e fore-finger rapidly r a n down the lis t of articles o n the boat as shown oy the m ani fest, Dr ship's papers, whic)l gave the con t en t s of th e carg o carried aboard. Gene ral c a r g o of merchandise, and say, Bell, where in bl ank i s the cash box?" snarled the outlaw. Ain't mu ch on board, Hank," replied Captain Bell. Y e s e e w e a re ma in' our down trip this time. If ye h a d got u s o n the up-trip we wot.lld hev a lot of cash a b oard." It a in t cash I'm after. this time, nor it ain't' sup plie s ," howled I -lank. I s it wives fer ye, or 'yer men? There's two pretty g oo d lookin' gals forward." \ N aw! I ain t got my eyes out for any girls, this trip/, replied Hank. We have seen the girls, and they are pretty enough. But you can take them on ,their way; Cap. "What 'we a,re after is something more than girls." Oh! Well ef it',s stores, Hank, help yourself. I'm helpless to stop ye." Y o u bet yqu are. I'll take what I any time, see? "Y'ou've been a-doin' ;f it for ten years out here," me ekly replied Bell. "There ain't no one seems an xious to stop ye, Hank, as yet." "You j;)et there ain't. And that's just why I'm here " Eh?" "That's just why I am here. There's 'l1ews been sent to us that there has been despatchd from the United ,States Military Reservation, at Norton Sound, one of those infernal Mounted Rangers to cle<\-n us up. Now, I ain't 'goin' to be cleaned up if I can help it." "Who are them. Mounted Rangers? Seems to me I've never hern tell 0' them chaps?" Oh, it's a new game they are putting up .. to stop us fellow s from doing business 111 Alaska." Soldiers, eh? what." "lA/hat can one soldier do ag;ainst you, One 111an can do a lot. He ain't much to be feared alone but I ain't any too popular up here and one man, if he had good sandy grit in him, might stir things up so that a whole lot of men who would like to s e e me six-foot u nder, w ould follow him in a raid od my camp." "Did ye think this Ranger chap, 'was a comin' up n my boat?" /, I heard tell he was." "Then that i s where you were' fooled. There ain't no man on this'
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A THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I 11here's n6 one h!ding cried one of the "What's the matter with the gal in that cabin?" outlaws to Hiluk after a thorough search of, the boat ... smoothly put in Ricardo who h ad the flcnIty of PfO. Didn't I tell ye so?" asked Bell of the outlaw posing something that alw a ys made trouble for some chief. one. "rt's lucky for you that there wasn1t/' cried Hqnk.' "Hurrah! Just tlie thing! Here you gal in there, If I had found that Ranger aboard this craft after I comt; Qut and darice with me." had been told that he wl1sn't, I would liave put a bulAnne Townsend nearly fainted when she heard the, let through your head in short order." message. The snap in Hank's eyes told Bell that he was hear-To think that she must dance with this bandit-chief, ing no idle threat. whil e a gang of truculent, blood-thirsty ruffians While he turned rather pale, Bell triyCl to laugh the watched the dance was a terrifying thing and yet Anne remark off. knew that she would dance. "You know I wouldn't play with you or put you up again' a bu!p steer," Bell whined in fear. "I don't thiIJ.k you have the nerve. I never. had i1).uch opinion of your nerve, any way, BelL" Thank you, Hank." Oh, don't n:ention it." The outlaws were now gathered around their chief awaiting his next order. There was the sound of gay music that quickly came through the air and the music was such a danc ing tune, that every foot in the bandit ranks began to keep l time. It was" rag-time" too; that syncopated Jumble that the bandits so well. Rumit-rumitidy, rang the music of some one playing on a violin. A wild shout of roaring applause burst from the out, I 1's that little beast of a man-woman, Kitty Cary. that has made all this trouble, thought Anne, "but \ b k It'S a case of dance or a case of d eath for me-I t 111 wil! Her appearance at the door of the cabin was the signal for a wild cheer from the outlaw band. Here comes the gal cried Bad Bill Sennett, a very well-known gun-fighter of Alaskan Hurrah! yelled the othet; outlaws. "Here I am, gal, are ye ready to d an c e with me? s h o uted Hank. f Anne shot one vindictive glance at Kitty Cary, who, appar e n t l y ob li v i o l l S to but the violin ; w;tS sawin g like ma 'd, 'changing the time until at len gth the air burst into that melody, 'Tur k e y in the straw. . "That's the stuff chaw i t down hard, gal cried Hank Hey whose playing rag-time out here on this conHe grasped Ann e by the waist, whirle d h e r off her laws. founded Kupuk River miles away from any white feet with amazing strength and then b egan to dance man?" yelled Hank.' with the grace of the hist o r ic a l bull a s h e entere d the An' where 'Indian are not so many, at that," cried China-shop. Alava Ricardo, the Spanish outlaw, whose black eyes gave with good grace. were snapping with the lilt of the fascinating music. She footed it neatly along with the g igantic bandit. "Who,..,is playing that tune'?" cried Hank. Forwara,and back, ladie s ch ange, bal a n c e to corn ers The music suddenly stopped. all were tunl ed with a preci s i o n truly mar v ellous. I say, who is playing that I:oared Hank Anne danced like a spirit of Terpsichore. again. For a big six-foot man brawny and broad-should"Me, replied a very small thin voice. erecl as cot)ld be, :tIank danced with g r ea t grace, and "Who the blank is me?" <;ried Hank. with remarkable lightne ss Little, roly-poly bloo.de, and dimpling, came a tiny, It w a s a sc e n e that nev e r w ill b e d uplicated a gain. figure forward from the cabin, from whicb. the head B e re was Anne Townsend, nie c e of the own e r 'of, a of Anne Townsend eould be seen to be peeping. gre at coal !pin e not far from H ope, her Hank Wayland lookecj. a,t the small figure In astonbest steps tHe pl e asure.of the toughes t lot of men ishment. < in the entire North-Wes t Ame rica. Then: was dread of Censure in the soft blue eyes Here was the leader of th e g an g d ancing as turned toward the outlaw. i-f his life de. p ended on it with slip o f a g irl while The soft feminine touch o f the figure before him a tiny fur-p acket stea mer drifte d at its own sweet made rLank laugh as he turned to th e gang that stood will on the bosom of the murky Kupuk river. near him. F or bandits alld packet crew all cro w ded around "This gal can play all right, c,an't she boys?" Hank t o se e the wonderful dance. cried. i Say, she is the goods all right." All forgot the terrible comm 'a,nd "hands up!" and Again the rag-time began .10 peal from the violin. hands went down to applaud when Hank executed an "Say, if I had a partner?" cried Hank, I'd show old-fa s hioned with the grace of a dancing Y Oll fellows how to dance you bet." . .J I

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/ 6 / THE AMERICAN INDIAij, WEEKLY. Here you, you can't have all the fun," shouted Ric 'as he grasped the personage known as .Kitty Cary around the waist. The sawing of the violin at intervals, the quick stamping of the outlaws as they kept time, the tapping of the feet of the dancers echoed for a mile through the beautifully clear atmosphere. Hurrah!" cried Hank, as utterly spent with his violent exertions, he sank on a seat near the rail of the I boat. Boys, let's take up a collection for the gals." There was a yell of approval. Into Hank's sombrero there rained a shower of nuggets, virgin go ld, from the of the outlaws, and making a bundle of the gold, Hank handed it to Anne with his best smile. "Here's something to buy an English husband with," cried' Hank to the girl. "Thanks, but I won't buy a husband if I can't get one for 110thing,"she replied. "steer the boat ashore,'" cried Hank in the next breath, Gals, I've had a lot of fun. Boys, git ashore there. The man we are after i sn't here. Instead of a nice little lynching bee that we have planned, we have had a splendid little dance. Bye-bye, girls." The bandits left the boat. Soon the craft was hustling along like mad toward its destination. The boat had not gotten five hundred feet from the outlaws who were waving hats and waving good wishes tQward the fast disappearing boat, than Anne. graspecl the hand of her companion. "Why did you make' me dance with that unspeakable thug? she cried. "And why are you disguised?" Because I wanted to fool 'Hank \iVayland," came the suave reply. Listen and I will tell you all." CHAPTER III. A FR :"'NK CONFESSION. Don't I make a pretty good looking girl?" cried the figure that confronted Anne, in the most unblushing manner after promising an explanation of the untoward conduct that had so excited her indignation. What has that got to do with your confession?" Much." "I don't see why." You ate very obtuse." "Whv? " Because you ought to see why I am disguised." "You are really a man?" Assuredly." "You are such a little chap." That isn't my fault. I wanted to be tall but nature denied me the boon of Imperial height. But then, Julius Cresar, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, and-oh spare my blushes, I, all seem to have been. little men-not that I consider myself a 'have been.' Anne c(1mld not help smiling. Of all the nerve," she cried-"I hate to interrupt a lady but that ever was my strong point." . "What was your strong point?" ./ ,/ NIy nerve. . "Did you tell me you were gomg to confess, Just to make me listen to your self-congratulation on having plenty of 'nerve'?" "Oh, don't mention my nerve. It has aJways been a sore spot with me. I always feel sorry for myself when I think of my nerve." "Never mind your nerve. Tell me wliy you made me dance with that thug?" I don't see as I made you dance with him. He was the One that made you, if you were forced at all to dance, but the way you footed it, it seemed to me that you rather enjoyed it." Anne burst into a merry peal of laughter. It must have been awfully funny," she cried. It was." "That great bear of a bandit could dance well." "Couldn't he?" -"He was so heartily in love with the dance." Wasn't he?" Anne giggled merrily. As a maiden you did extremely well in your dance with that deputy bandit," she snippily said. Don't mention it," cried the source of all the trou ble, "the chap was' a Spaniard and he smelled dread fully of garlic." Anne looked down at thel double handful of nuggets she held in her hands. "This gold?" she asked. "What shall I do with it?" I know what I WOL\ld do with it." "V'lhat? " Spend it." Eh? "That's an gold is for-to spend. What good is it if it's not circulating. I'd buy a lot of fun if I had that gold. Why don't you?" You don't think I am going to keep it?" "Aren't you?" ,; No." "Whv not?" Because it is contaminated by the touch of those outlaws." D on't you worry about that. There won't anyone \ at any of the branches of the United States mint, or at its headquarters in Washington, ask you any question as t o how you acquired the gold, you know? They wi!! take it all right, no matter how you got it." "Wh-o-o spoke of goldt?" cried a new voice. "So help-me I could nefer hear goldt spoken of that I dodn't want to know about it. Believe me." The speaker was J akey Mandel, engineer of the boat, a HeDrew with a taste for adventure. "I ca-a-me oudt here," J akey explained, "to make my vortune, but J don't see no chance for a sthore to sell things to p@lar-bears and Eskimos from, so I goes me into dees En-gin-eer-in business.' So-help -me. it makes money for me better than no sthore. See? Anne who knew some of Jakey's racial attributes lang-hed as she held up a gleaming nugget worth easily fiftv dollars. "This is the gold we were talking about, Jakey," the girl said. "Suf'frin Moses!" yelled J ackey, It's real goldt." Take one," Anne cried, as she tossed the bit of yel low metal at the engineer. The celerity with which Jakey caught the girl's gift

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 7 and hurried off to examine it, was a poem in sudden departures. "Jake knows gold, when sees it," cried Kitty Cary. Yes-hut while I make up my mind as to the gold, you had better take your share." Oh, no, Gold hath no to soothe my savage breast," came the mocking reply. But you haven't confessed." "I'm ready too, Mother Confessor! Ply me with your questions." "First-who are you?" A mere maA." "I know, but what's your name?" Alaric BarbeL" Is that a real or stage name?" "Real. I'll change it for yours if you'll say the word." Anne could 110t repress a smile. "Never mind such airy persiflage," she added. "Now what is your business, pray'?" A soldier." -"What regiment?" No regiment." "What's the name of your organization?" "Mounted Rangers." Western troop aren't they?" Yes." Why are you here? " You see, I am under sealed orders. But as a matter of fact I think I may confess to you that I am after Hank Wayland, as Hank made the open confession that he was after me." "Then you are the Ranger he boarded the boat to try and find and kill? "I am the individual that Outlaw Hank said he re quired." Whew! Does the captain of this boat know you are the man that Hank is after?" No." Does any of the crew know? "Not one." No one knows but me, then? " My fate is in your fair hands.". I have half a mind to ask Captain Bell to turn back and deliver you over to the thugs after what you did in making me dance with that outlaw.''' "My dear girl, why don't you do it? It would rid me of so much worry that I really wonder why I don't give myself up to Hank and get shot at once." I wonder!" cried Anne. She looked into the eyes of the young ,Ranger ... Something there made her catch her breath quickly. "You are such a little man," Anne cried, "how do you expect you, you poor little man, are going to be successful against the huge bulk of Hank Wayland?" Said the mouse to the lion-" replied the "little man." But what is your plan-why did you come on board in this disguise? " Because I thirsted to get to Fort Hope-alive." c, Could you not get there in your usual-ahem, in your usual uniform?" "Do you think I would have stood much chance if Hank Wayland had found me aboard, with my ahlfm! uniform on?" Anne knew that the speaker would have been im mediately killed had he been in his proper garb. "I never knew just why I was born, short, dimp ling,' blue-eyed, and with a girlish face, until I put on some of your womanly clothing. I now begin to wish I was born a girl, except I don't like your confounded clotqes. They pinch me everywhere a rpan's clothes don't." "That is of the blessed prerogatives of being a girl," cried Anne. If it wasn't for the clothes I'd rather be a girl than a boy." "Why?" I Because you get so much consideration; so much the better ofl it." "Nonsense. But did we come here to talk about the relative values of being a boy or a girl-or did we come to talk about why you are disguised as a girl? " I think we came to talk about me, but we drifted, you see, to a more pleasing topic; girls:" "Let us drift back to you?" "Drift away. Question No. 2264! What is it?" What are you going to do? "I don't know, except that l' am going to do one thing." "What is that? "Arrest Hank Wayland." "That's a contract?" And I am contractor." Anne opened her mouth to reply. Just as s he did so the most remarkable change came over l1er vision. She saw with the greatest astonish ment the tiny smoke stack of the Frontier Belle make a clancing-master of its elf. It was whirling about in the 1110St wonderful way. The hoat seemed, further, to be rocking about unaccountably There was somewhere with all these strange performances the memory in Anne's mind of a fearful, roaring sound, as if a hundred thunderstorms had broken loose. Anne felt herself hurled with a force she could not withstand directly over the low-rail of the boat. She saw the dull-white waters of the Kupuk River rise up to angrily smite her. "What has happened? shrieked tpe girl, as she felt her self carried by a terrible force far away from the rocking boat to where the water hungrily gleamed. "What can have happened? thought Anne Then oblivion swept over her. CHAPTER IV. THE GHOST OF THE MINE. .. Oh, wirra, wirra! This is me finish, be Gobs!" The plaint of a truly Irish voice sounded through the atmosphere that clear and sharp, hung around the Kupuk River Mining Company, a few miles from Fort Hope, and Iwhich sold to whalers and all fishery craft, c, steam-Coal" from its intricate mines. "Here, you, Mike Brennan, what are 'you bleating abont like some big calf?" cried the voice of the Mil:e boss, o r field superintendent, Hank Wayland. While it was known all over the Alaskan conntry

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. t at Hank led as desperate a band of ruffians as the world affo rded, in some qu ee r way he had "locoed" as the Alaskans put it, Tom Townsend, owner of t h e mine, anel as the irony of this wertel's events had it, the uncl e of Anne Townsend who at the present mo men t was struggling for life in the waters of the Kupuk River, many miles away. ,i Oh, wirra, oh, I'm a dead mon." Tears streamed down Mike Brennan's face as he con tinued his howls i/ For the love' of Moses, what's in the w\nd?" shouted as he ran over t o where the Irishman sat, hi s dinner pail over-turned at his feet, his pick and shovel flung carelessly away, a strange fact that showed how deep the nature of the Irishman had been stirred, for that pick and shovel was all that stood between Mike and starvation; for he was a "soft-coal miner," who at the present moment ought'to have been engaged i n mining', and not in howling. .. I see it, oh, oh, I did/, sobbed Mike. .. YOli saw what?" questioned Hank. Oh. the eyes of it, like coals 0' fire! " Eh? i. Not-yes come to think of it I must be to l i sten to you." Mike b urst into tears aga in. Hank looked at him carefuny. He was convinced that the h o n es t chap w as frig h t ened and had lqst all of his scant wits in the fright. So Hank became Cletermined to get at t h e bottom of the iuystery:' "Now, Mike, stop this riddle-talkmg and listen quietly to me." Mike straightened up. Now you tell me first what a banshee is?" "A ghost, sorr, an' Irish ghost. It:s. a !airy tha:t comes fro111 the g60d-polite people, an IS lllvver sent till it's toime fer yez to die. I'm a dead man, sorr." Hank well knew the susceptible Irish dispositi on ; its belief in the supernij.tural, its superstition and its fear of any tiling that partakes of the dreaded world beyond the grave. He did ];10t want to lose a good laborer in a country where labor i s scar.cc, and he thought best to try and allay the fears of the poor Irishman. i, And face uv tit, whoite an' deat h-like. Wirra!" Huh? " Nonsense, there's no such thing as ghosts," H ank I cried. An'the han's u v ut-saints be wit us, all withered and skinny-like. The saints save us. Oh, wirra, wir ra! Hank's hand came down on Mike's shoulder, hard and fast. "Here, you h a rp, what the blank are ye talking about? " Oh, sorr, I tell ye I seen it." it. Seen what man? >Brace up. Get into the game. Have some style about you. Be all wheat! But Mike sobbed on utterly disregarding the re-quests to "be a man and brace up." Hank at length los t patience. His foot gave the Irishman a smart kick, This seemed to steady Mike for he sat up and began wiping the tears from his eyes, with the sleeve of his shirt, thereby adding a f.resco effect of dirt, to the not over-<;le a face, when M ik e began the rubbing process. 'it HtlSl:i, M ister Wayland,-sorr," wailed Mike. "Dbn't yeez ivver go down in the mine again." "Why not?" It's t)1ere." What's there? "The banshee." Hank stared. '!\That's a banshee? he asked. "Don't ye know what a banshee is? " Sure not. i, vVherc woz yez born, mon?" "'Ii\!hat's that g o t t o do with it?" "Yez niver caines from the owld sod, or yeid know what a was; sorr." Produce, will ye? I don't know what a ban-what the blank is at that." ; Sure. ye are foolin' ,'i, i. No, I'm not." 'VIThy there isn't ut dacent Irish gentry family thot don't hev one sorr, right in their house sorr, or any way if nbt in their house, sorr, about the grounds, sorr." 'Ii\! ell if they are as, common as tha t I'll buy one, if it takes my last cent--" Buy one? how.led Mike, "are you crazy?" H@w do yez know, sorr?" "Well, I know because I never saw one." Did yez ivver see the South pole?" "Oh, of course not." i' But yez sure there is a South pole, sorr?" Of course. A good American citizen has just dis covered the North p o le so there must be a South pole, eh?" " Sure, sorr, an' no argyrriint on me part would make yez thi n k there was no South pole." "Certainly not. 'What I know I know and no ig1100'ant mick could make me change my view$." Yis, sorr, an' no fool uv a mine-boss kin make me believe ther ain't no banshees; for sorr, I seed one, right in this mine." Hank's face was very grave in a second. He knew, what it meant if the story as Mike related it s hould get about generally. Not a miner would work in the underground world, and this meant loss. H i place came to him because he could gel more out of the mine than anyone else, and get better prices for what he got out. Tom Townsend, the. mine-owner, was money-mad. He well knew that Hank was leader of a band of thugs; but he also well knew that Hank was a good mine-boss; andas he (( delivered the goods, I do not care what band he leads," said Tom, when remon strated wi h for keeping in a position of trust and resPthiugly, after :nak-

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ing up his mind with quick decision what course to pursue, there may be a banshee alter all. If there's one in our mine we will root him out. That won't do any good, sorr. Wen he's claimed his dead man, then sorr, the banshee will go away, sorr. I'm think in' I'm the man he's arter." Nonsense I tell you w 'hat ye do. You layoff for a few days ) under full pay. Now, if it's a real banshee down there in the mine, we ought to know it, eh? I! it 's a fake OIl1e there ain't no danger for }\e, is there t Sure, not." It may be that some one has a grudge against ye, and it may be that some one is tryin' to scare you off the job to get ,your place-Mike you know this job is a good one, others know this job is a good one. Mike felt encouraged. This view of the apparition might be as Hank put it; and, an y way, he wasn't dead, and ye know sorr, I might beat the banshee out at thet?" cried Mike finally. I Seeing that Mike was reassured Hank began questioning him. "First, tell me where you saw this ghost?" At the end of the five hundred f oo t level in the' m ine," You mean the North level wnere you go down the shaft five hundred feet, and then get out and travel along the tunnel for about two thQusand feet more?" Vis We'lI, go ahead. Tell me all abou t it!' I was goin' along, sorr; to git to me work at the ind 0' thot tunnel. Weare driftin', sorr, and git tin' the coal out on great chunks, sorr, 0' good stuff, sorr." Yes, I know Well, me an' Bill Bradley work on the morning shift, sorr, wit' two boys, sorr, ter help us. I ,vas that a irly on the job, sorr, thet I sits me down waits right about half way down the tunnel." Yes, go ahead." It was plum dark, sorrl all 'roun me, 'cept the little light [ hez in me hat, sorr, so I sits a-waitin' 'an' ,a wa itin and then, poof, it comes." \\That comes?" Th e bahshee?" The ghost. Oh, it comes then. How?" Dancin' along, wid out' onny feet. Its eyes, oh the bigness uv em. Its hans', ob the skinniness uv el1l oh, murther, oh--" Shut up," crIed Hank seeing that Mike was about to work himself up into another frenzy. Mike calmed down. -"Was that all?" questioned Bank further. Wasn't the t enough? I try's te' gitme wits a wurrkin. but while I was. a lookin' an' a l ookirl'-poof the g h ost, is gone, sorr." Hum. Did you look about you to see what was going on; whether the ghost was really a man playing a joke on ye?" I did not. sorr. I jest run as fast as me le gs woul d carry me to the bottom 'of the ,shaft, I didn't wait fer the bucket, sorr, to carry me up, but I hustled up them ladders, sorr, my, how I hurried'." \ Hank laug hed. I Rt1eSS ye hurried all ri ght," he cried. but, Mike, befo r e ye gets in the dumps and cashes in, just wait till I get to the bottom of this matter. \ If it's a man playing a joke o n ye, I'll find out who he is and I'll break any bone his body may have in it, as soon as I find out." If it's a banshee, soor? What then?" "I'll see ye get'. s a good Christian burial card will send some money over to good Father Coyne, at Norton Sound, to say a few masses feI' ye, Mike." J n At this Mike broke into renewed howls "But Mike, why die in advance? Just wait till we find out whether this is a of die or a case of scarce? See? Mike saw. He dried his tears and when Hank gave him a bit of money and told him to drowp his sorrows," Mike' actually smiled. "It [nav be d iet I'm not the one the banshee is arter, soor, and' onny way a drop of the crature 'ill cheer me up," quot as he strode away to "drown his sorrow forthwith." , And, Mike?" cried \ Hank after him. "Yis soor?" ,( No talkingabout the banshee-if ye talks we can't do anything. See?" Mike nodded. He felt that it was better not to talk about the supernatural \ events, just then. Not to talk was a hard cross, he knew, but he determined not t o do it. l\fike hurried away. and Hank with a darkening face turned to face his employer Tom Townsend. Hank,'" said Tom, through his thin, dried up lips. for he was a thin-dried up, almost ready-to-blow-away little man, a out sixty yea r s of age, "you kilOW some time ago I told you that my niece, Anne T ownsend, was coming out here?" Hank nodded. He well remembered the conversa tion and he also well knew that the girl T om was, talking about was tHe one that had danced with him, at his insistent request on board the fur-trader's boat the F rontier Belle. But Hank for certain reasons of hi s own, didn't care to tell why h e had boarded the boat in qnestion l or of his meeting Anne Townsend. 'f A most unfortunate thing has happene.d droned on Tom Townsend. Hank rai se d his eye-brows. "It seems that Anne Townsend is dead. : : As he spoke Tom Townsend's eyes which had been shiftily looldn g anywhere in the room except at Hank, settled ,on the thug's face. Deac1 ? cried Hank, in surprise-" oh, I see-" A g lance of cunniNg and meaning passed between It was a devilish, consoiring kind of glance that shQwed that each man had taken the measure of the othe r Dead, eh? replied Hank cynically. "Dead? Well, well!" CHAPTER V. NOT DEAD YET."

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-THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY ... Anne Townsend heard these words in a dreamy says I 'umped' by the way-and perfC?rmed Jhe feat trance, as she sat up hurriedly.-of pulling you up with your head where It ought to be." Her wits were wool-gathering at nrst and she did "What did I say?" not seem to get a clear view of where she was. ."G-I-k-e-w-r: Then her ( senses returned. "Translate my language." Here she was sitting on a steep bank of the Kupuk \ "I couldn't. However, all you said, was something River, wet as a drowned rat. that was drowned when you tried to strangle yourself By her side sat Alaric Barbel, the Ranger, still clad with Kllpuk River water. So, I just ..took six strokes in the garments of pretty Kitty Cary, and just then with my strong, and tried ar-m-s-and swam hereItilsily engaged in wringing the water from his short and there you--are." skirt. Anne giggled... Anne, it appears, was not so far dead as her dear Any way you are my gallant preserver. Old Uncle Tom Townsend had announced; but as "No question about that. Ugh, how cold women's there was no telegraph wire from the seat of the sup-clothes are when they are wet.", p,osed drowning; no postman or post office within a Anne did not reply. hundred miles, it is a reason for surprise how Tom She could not understand just yet what had really Townsend got his information of the death of his happened. niece; by occult wires? She voiced her desire to know in a single question Anne gasped a few times like a fish fresh from the along those lines, ./ water. ' 1 "Oh," cheerfully answered "How did the She turned to the Ranger who sat by her side still accicJent happen? Oh, the boat blew up. We all were smilingly trying to repair damages. tumbled into the water in short order, except Jakey "Say, he cried, "how does this infernal braid l\fandel, -who says he 'umped in'." go, any way? Look at my hair? How is my rat?" "The boat blew up?" Anne roared. Yes. " You, bought that rat, didn't you?" How' ? " Bet your life. No one is buying my clothes yet." "A sudden rocking, a second of trembling-then Well, let m e tell you it doesn't match youl," hair," all in the air with passengers flying! Note Shucks! That rat cost me one-twenty-five at the -Owing to the high cost of passengers this great biggest department store at Norton Sound. I bought scene will not be presented at matinees; only can be it in the blubber department, just ahead of a fat Esseen at evening performances," Barbel rattled on. kimo." ""'That blew up ,the boat, I again ask? Boats don't "But you saved my life." blow tip every trip out here, do they?" "Saved nothing! If you hadn't insisted in kneeling ., Ask Jakey, he is the engineer, and here he comes." down in that water you would have been all right. It's Jakey wet, and excited came hurrying up spluttering only fifteen feet across whole giddy river where add shaking. ,. you and I (and the rest of the gang) tumbled out of Sh' he-I-Ip me! ' he cried when he saw the two, I that boat. I But you saved my life just the same. I can't swim, tot yah was drownded." I and fifteen feet is a l dng way in deep water for a girl "Guess again, Jakey," answered Barbel. "Miss to wade that can't swim, in spite of your trying to Townsend wants to know what caused the explosion-make light of it." , I told her you were to blame." "All right, crown me with laurels if you wish; .Takey sputtered a .long Hebrew phr,se. there's a fine laurd 15ush over what ever "Hold on, J akey," warned Barbel, this is Alaska, you do make my crown fit. The old chaps that used not Seventh Avenue in Harlem. We don't know Jeru to use laurel crowns never had a fit, it seems to me. salem talk out here in Alaska." They had either too much crown for their deeds, or Jakey laughed. He knew he was funny and apprenot enough crown. Things didn't fit, you see." ciatecl the fact. There's a good many people who don't Anne smiled broar1ly_ know when they are funny. .T akey wasn't one of , "Any way," she said "much obliged for my life. them. If you insist in making light of your gallant deed--" If I die for it," went on J akey, I doan't know vy "My dear girl, pause. These thanks press hard we blow oop. We go along youst so fine-den b-a-n-g, H T h d'd 1 h' d \ve 1)-10-w opp." upon me. v\ at 1 lappen was t 1S; you seeme to have an insane to stick your heels up--" Graphic! Great! Fine description," cried Barbel. Oh! Oh!" cried Anne. "I can see' 'us going 'oop' as you call it. How far And your head down," continued Barbel. All 'the 'oop' did I'-go?" res t of you was 'submerged save the heels o{ two Anne smiled. shoes." Not so far as you she said, for you came "Thank you for the informatior,t." down in time to save me." Now I argued that' no 'woman can stand in twenty """ Barbel's answer was interrupted by the arrival of feet of water, in the slightly undignified position in Captain Bell, who with a face of solicitude came hurrywhich you found yourself, and do it successfully, for ing toward the rest of 'the party. long." Behind him came the two Indians, Bye-Bye, and "Oh." COlI-gee. each as grave and stolid as if being blown She has got to either resume her natural position, from a gasoline steamer was an every day bit of life in society by standing o n her feet, or slle will drown." for them. Ah." 1,.," Are you hurted? asked Bell of Barbel. "So feeling that way, I over -board, J akey "No only rejoined Barbel. "I like being

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THE AJ\.!ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 blown out of a new, neat boat, into an Alaskan river. If you db it every trip I'It take perpetua1 passage." Bell looked astonished. ; No use," he said. We don't do it every trip. This is the first time have ever done it at that. But step over here I have, something to tell you." Barbel obeyed. Say, do you know wha, t blew up this boat?" "No, of course not." I do." Steam-gauge stuck; no water in boiler-bang?" No." What then?" Dynamite." What? " Just that-dynamite." Oh, you surely are mistaken." I am not." Where was the dyriamite?' " Hidden in the coal." What? " J u'st that-hidden in the coal." Who hid it there-the bandits? " No." Why do you say no, so surely." Not o ne of them went near the coal supply they w ere aboard." How eto you know that? " Because I watched them all the time they were on b oard us. I was afraid every minute that they would disable our engines." "Humph!" I Then you feel sure that the stuff wa s put aboard u s bef o r e w e started from Fort Kalla? "I am." c. W hy? " B ecause we have't stopped since w e left the fort yes terday morning at eight o'cl o ck. " I s ee." And with the exception of the bandits no one has boarded us since we left Fort Kalla. " That is good work. You have doped out this game i n fine s hape." I think I have. Now, then, havihg m ade sure that we could not have taken that dynamite aboard since we left the Fort, and having pretty well p roved that we got the s tuff sneaked into our c oal supply before we left the fort, there is only one thing t o produce be f ore my story is done . " What is that? " Thi s is it," cried Bell. He produced a small, eight day clock. C( Beho ld," he shouted. Behold what-a clock?" The instrument by which the explosion was produced-this is it." Barbel 'saw the point. in a minute. This is a clock by which some sort of an infernal machine was made to explode the dynamite?" he yelled Yes." "See the clock stopped at 4.15 P. M It was-look at my watch?" Bell looked "The watch went into the water and stopped at 4. 15 P. M.," cried Barbel. "I had it in my pocket when I was blown over board. The explosion therefore, for clock and watch agree, happened at 4.15. this after noon." That was the time the clock was set to explode the dynamite." It looks that way. : " When we were far away from Fort Kalla. Yes "Time and distance being so great that it would .be almost impossible to connect the thug who put that m fernal machine aboard us, with the crime. " E xactly. , . It looks to me as if we have proved that thts en me was acc o mplished by bur ying a n infernal machine in our coal, so that late in o ur journey it would explode ahd wreck the boat, and presumably kill u s all." "Yes There's no que s tion that you are ri g ht Only while the crime went through all ri g ht, ari d the poor Fro n ti e r Bell e has her hold with a b i g h o l e in it and is deep under water, out there in the r i ve r w e b y God's mercy have escaped with our li ves Yes the crime s u cceed e d in all b u t o u r deat h s." B arbel mused a lon g while o ve r t h e s udden aspect of this crime, and he marv eled grea tl y as t o w h o B ehind the -sneaking attempt to assassi n a t e th e entIre cre w and pas sen g ers o f the F ron t i e r Belle. If H a nk Wayland's gan g h ad p u t th a t inf erna l ma chine abo ard, he would not have attem pted t o find me on board, with his g ang." "He w o uld have known that the i nfe rn a l machine was en ough of a trick to cause m y deat h ." The s e two thoughts ran thro u g h Barbe l' s active mind. is m o re than m y fate b e hin d thi s attempt at wholes ale murder," Barbel summed u p "Wh o e l s e is in dan ger of death by the secret assass in?" Jus t a s he sp o ke, pretty A nn e Town send called him. A h ," thought Barbel. "Is Ann e Townsen d a s olu ti o n t o the question I am se a r ching my soul for an answ e r ? I mu s t ask AnneJI'ownsen d some q u estions immediat e ly .'" Anne was curi o u sly at the knit brow s of the hands ome young Ranger, ne ver m o r e hand s ome than in hi w oman's clothes. CHAPTER VI. A G L A N C E I N T O THE PAS T A nne awaited the que s ti o n s fr o m the lips of Barbel. The c o uple could hear the c o mpliments that Captain Bell was showerin g upon Kitty Cary's head to the cre w o f two Indians. "That g irl has got hoss sen s e they heard BelI say. "Yo u s ee what it)s to be a cle ver y0 4ng womil.11? cried Anne to Barbel. A sheep in wo);f's'clothing-? smiled BarbeL -"Or the other way aro und, a w olf in sheep's clothing, cried Anne. "For shame-I'm the tameSt wolf you ever had on your staff Anne. I am wilIin g to be fed any time " I am not running a boarding house yet. You will, have to hustle for your own food."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN EEKLY. All right! Been doing it for years. Guess I can continue the game, at that." Did you want to tell me your fine work as a food getter-or was there something else?" There wa:s something else." Speak, I pray you." "Will you answer seriously?" Assuredly." Then how old is Anne? " Nonsense! " I said will you not answer seriously and at my first question you cry, nonsense.' Now please answer this ?" Oh, you mean it. I thought it was a joke." "Not a bit of it. I really desire to know how old this Anne is." 'VI! ell sir, she was twenty this last Spring." "Hum, Then she will be twenty-one next Spring?" And twenty-two the Spring after, and twenty-three the next-if 'she isn't blown out of another steam-boat, like this one." "Precisely. Now then, Sister Anne, why are you going to Fort Hope?" To see my uncle, Thomas Townsend." "Yes, so I understood. But have you ever seen Tom Tow,nsend?" Never." Did he invite you to come ont here and see him?" Oh no, but in fact he tried to dissuade me from coming." Do you know why? " I do not." "When did you write to him that you were coming?" I About three or four months ago." Where were you then .living? "In Chicago." "Who with?" mother." "Is she dead?" No." Is she living in Chicago? " Yes." "Then why aid you leave her to come out to Alaska, to s ee Tom Townsend, your uncle, when you knew that Townsend did not want you to come." "That was why I came." VVhat was why you came?" Because it was evident that Tom didn't want me to come' ." "Oh. Would you mind explaining?" Not a bit. You see, my father was half-brotl;J.er only to Tom Townsend." I understand." "When he died he had all his property in things that they are in yet." Poor investments?" "Poor isn't expressive enough. Make that word worthless." Ah." "I found that there was one note for $50,000 which was what represented a loan madetwenty years ago to Tom Townsend by my father." Bnt the note was outlawed." J 0 it wasn't. It bore on it certain payments that showed that Tom Townsend, had yearly; paid the .interest and something on the principal, and there was a letter hesides that seemed to me pretty valuable.'" What was in the letter? It spoke of hard times in sald the .httle mine that Tom Townsend was mtere?ted tn wasn t producing much, and added that the wnter was pretty hard up generally. But as he had b?rrowed money so many years ago in such good falth, and had prevented paying only a few th,ousand on It, would try in view of my father s necess!bes, as last letter to raise $2,500 and would glve that In full settlement of all my father's claims, if in return my father would execute the necessary papers whereby the mortgage he held on Townsend's mine could be cleared off." I Ah! What did your father do? " Nothing. He died ten days after receiving the letter, of heart failure." Sad! Then what did you do?" "I suppose I am, unduly suspicious, but I told my mother tl).at I was going to look Tom Townsend up. We had no lawyer that we could pay to do this, or could trust if we paid him, and there came such conflicting correspond.ence back to us from Alaska, always when we had written there at my father's request to :find out about the financial standing of Tom Townsend, that I just thought that I would rush out to Alaska myself see what I could do-it's every cent my father left, my mother isn't well, and it looks bigger than a mountain, does that money, and it seems to me that if Tom can raise $2,500 there must be some value to the ,property, and he might raise the full amount of my claim." "Hum! Got the papers with you?" Anne pulled a gold chain about her neck from some depths below the chain. A package came promptly to view. She unfastened .it and handed'it to Barbel. He sat over the papers for at least half an hour, his brow knitted with thought. At last he spoke. "These are original papers? " Yes." Have you read them carefully?" "I have but I didn't understand half of what they said." Well, let me explain them to you. This is a note for $25,000." Yes. I saw that." Bearing interest at six per cent per annum." Yes." The interest has been kept up for the twenty years SInce the note was made, payable on demand, to your father, by Thomas Townsend." Yes." "And duringthat time something like '$3000 has been paid on the note?" 'It Yes." So its present valut! is some $22,000." Exactly." "So much fOD the note -but did you ever look through this paper?" No." It is an agreement made by your father, on the part of Tom Townsend, that your father was to furnish the sum of fifty thousand dollars to Thomas Townsend, share of the said Thomas Townsend, to be secured by a note for $2.5,000 bearing interest at six per cent; the twenty-five thou Stand dollars i,vhich your father furnished

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. to be his share of the adventure for wealth to be prose cuted b'V the said Thomas Townsend." Ah." 111; words this was one of tho s e common agree ments twenty years ago when one man weJ;),t out to the North-We s t to seek a fort ne, borrowing cash to go on from the person who also put in some money besides, to pros ecute the fortune-quest, and with the understand ing that in case of the discovery of any property, in gold, coal d i am o nds; in fact in a11lY kind of busi n ess, that each party to the agreement should share alike i n 1 t h e disco11ery nwde by the one going to the distant cou n t r)." Anne l o oked frightened: Thi s unusual legal subject that you have so sud d enly bur s t upon my listening e a rs surprises me Now will y o u translate all this?" "Certainly," replied Barbel. "It means that you hav e a cla im on Tom Townsend for the value of his note made to your father." j' "Oh. r And also th a t you own one half of any property he may have accumul'!1=ed as a result. of his work in Alaska." Tha t c an t be much, for you see Tom Townsqtd i s so hard put for cash that he finds it hard to raise the" sma ll sum of $2, 5 00, as he wrote." A s he wrote? " Yes as he wrote." Y o u know he 'wrote s o to y our father? " Oh. y e s, he wrbte so all right. " But did h e tell th' e truth whe n he wrote? A light burs t on Anne. "Has Tom T ownsend any p r operty?" He ow n s a co a l m i ne fo r on e t hin g " Do you kn o w the value of tha t c oa l mine? " Oh, o nl y c ompara ti v el y." "What i s it worth in your judg m e n t?" Ahout one million doll a rs. Anne w a s a s t ordshe d What? s h e cried I s h o uld think it was worth a m illion," went on Barbe l "or it might b e worth more No one knows j u st what s u c h prope'rty i s worth u p h e re. Tom makes a mint of money selling his coa l o u t her e, havi n g a lmos t a monopo l y of the business. There are other mines. hut, I am t o l d, none are so prod ucti v e or as well situated as Tom's." \ Then he can p a y i f he w i shes, a ll h e owes me?
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TIjE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. my life, and will put both Tom Townsend 'and Hink Wayland where they won't, be bothered w.ith ;\laskan mosquitoes, and will further save your hfe mto the bargain." Anne's face was bright with delight. And the fortune?" You will get your legal share of all the money that is due you." Anne smiled in a most angelic manner. "Don' t promise me that much-man, what does life hold but fortune and life?" Barbel looked at Anne with a smile. Love," he answered. Anne blushed, as she laughed and hurried away toward the others of the party. Remember that we are interdependent," she cried mer,rilyback to Barbel. "We must win this battle to gether or we are going to be killed in a short space of time." "That plan-we will talk it over later-but I feel that it is bound to succeed * * * * * At this v ery moment in far off Fort Hope, Tom Town-send 'Ji ad just told H ank Wayland, outlaw chief, of the death of Anne Townse1w. (( The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a' gley. CHAPTER VB. THE GHOST O F THE MIN E IS B USY. S o the girl got here after all," said Hank Wayland, to T o m Tow nsend ten days later. Yes, cur s e her," replied Tom. " Tho u ght you said she was dead?" I h e ard so." "How?" Oh, a friend told me." Like to see your friend." "Why? " He must be a wonder." A g ain why? "" Becau s e he could see over a hundred milesmore or less. c o uld see the Fronti e r B elle explode, and get all those facts right, he couldn't see that your dear niece, had not died; got that all wrong" now didn't he?" Tom sneered. What are you trying to do-make fun of me?" .,N ow Tom, let me ask you one question." Go ahead.'" Did you put that infernal machine 'on the FY01Jtier Bell e or did some one else acting under your orders? Tom Townsend turned white as paper. He moistened his dry lips with his furtive tongue as if trying to get up courage to speak. ,( Nonsense! he yelled, you can't prove it on me." "That's enough," rejoined Hank. "I guess' I have my answer. Now, Tom, why when you want to pull off a td-ck like that, don't you call on me-am I not to be -trusted? Tom tried to brazen it out by a vehement denial. Dh, very well, if yQU feel that way I'm going over to the mine." Ah." Tom broke down. "Say, Hank, you',re in this all right, if you want to be." Then he told his employe the entire story of why he attempted to kill Anne Townsend by means of the in fernal machine on the boat. It was a pitifully cheap story. Tom had sent the machine to Fort Kalla by an In dian named, Ghost Dancer, an Eskimo' This man had merely sneaked aboard the Frontier Belle when no one was looking, had set the machine clock, so when the clock indicated 4 :15 P. M. that day, the clock.works would the to the infernal machine. Then the boat would sink, and presumably alI 01'1 board would be drowned. When the explosion came the boat would be far from Fort Kalla. No suspicion could be cast upon anyone at the Fort. .Th, e great trouble h,,!-d been that while the dynamite exploded no one had h.een in the slightest degree in-jured. Except, for a wetting not a soul was hurt," added Tom, a bit of hard luck I can't understand." Hank sneered. S a y, I was aboard 1:hat boat. I had a chance to git off with that giil," he cried, and where I would have put her, you can iust guess. But I thought it a fool thing to do, seein' as I hadn't no reason to. But if ye had t o ld me she was in your way-say I have just a t h o u ght with me as to what had happened to that gal. \ Why; man, she would be dead for sure, if you h a dn t b e en a fool and trie d to get rid of yourself." T o m squirmed. -, "VYell. what is better to do now? "Oh, the girl's wher we can git her any time You put up the blarney act with her. How did she get here? : "They all fished up, the 1.5 oat, patched her hull up, the dynamite blew her up, J akey Mandel the e n gll1ee r fixed tIP her engine, and she made this port under her own steam." Ain't that the luck? " Isn't it? "Where are the girls now? "Stopping at old Mother Halliday's board in' house in ,the hamlet down by the fort." "Yes? " Is the girl they call Kitty Cary, with Anne Town-I s end? " Yes, I she is." "Likely skirt, that Kitty Cary. I like here some better than Anne. They seemed to be "Teat chums, a-comin' on the Frontier Belle." ::. Well, they are both down to the boardin' house. They say Kitty has taken the best rooms in the house for herself downstairs. and that Anne has taken rooms upstairs. ansi that both girls seem to have money, and are out for a good time. They want to go down into OUf mine? "Go way?" Yes." "How do you know?" "I was there last night to see them." "Oh, you gay Lothario!"

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Oh, I only went )ust to jolly Anne along, till I see "Nonsense! Dip my hands in blood for 'that sum-what she wants to try to do." never." I don't know what she wants to do, and it's up to But they are already dipped deep in other victims' you to tell me." ,blood, man. Why not take the risk in 'this case for Tom hesitated, and then bleated out the reasons that cash? ; ;/l why he wanted t o get rid of his niece. "There's one thing to remember; the people I Fudge! cried Hank, why don't you pay her cash hav e done for I did Jor in a fair fight, or appeare,d and let her go off without any more trouble?" 16 be fair. In this case I must do up a gIrl, and s W-h-a-t? Give up half my mine?" worth more money." "Oh, you can buy her off for a hundred thousand you near idiot, you need not kill her. dollars, I'll warrant. What's that to you? some of the Alaskan dens that you could take her to, A light born of cupidity came to the eyes of Tom. into which she would disappear as if the had "No, sir, part with my gold?" he muttered, covered her; and she never would be lie3;rd of aga:in. "Never!" "That' might do," speculated the outlaw, "and Hank looked amazed. the re' s that other girl, Kitty Cary, well-we will think : Oh, ho," he thought: "That's the reason, Crazy, it ove r ; th'at is if y ou make .the sum the twenty-five . plum locoed over his This chap would rather Nothing doing for less." kill that girl, kill both those girls, that never harmed ,I W -e l-l I suppo s e I'll ha ve t o pay up But how are him, than put up a few of his dirty d,ollars and buy yo u go in g to murder t\nne Tow nsend? one 0 'em off. In the hole I'm in now, seems to me "That's my business." that I'd better get into Tom's confide p ce. It will rnean Tom sniffed. I a of cash when I get t? keep me out of As l o n g as the girl is out of your way, y ou d on't prison, or to save my neck; If IS used. me the care if she is in a den of filth, where she must drag w ay he ought to be, I can make hIm drag hIS Jeans for out a life long imprisonment or is dead in an un-my fall money-for I just guess that some time before m a rked grav e, do you? l o ng that Mounted Ranger will show up and do,busi No." ness with me." "Then clos e yo ur face, like w i se yo ur eyes." On his part Tom Townsend was thinking that he W i t h this remark t he o utla w away l eaving would u s e Hank Wayland to aid in getting rid of imTom an gry but content becau se he kne w that Hank, p ortunate Anne Townsend and if any thin g legally h apWayl and w ould earn the m o ne y if it was p oss ible t o pened to Wayland as a result he, Tom Townsend, w a s do it l n o t t o blatn. for another man's misdeeds; oh surely Han k in t h e me an tim e stro ll ed t o t h e g r ea t pile o f not? coa l, whi c h surro und e d the e n t r ance t o the s h a ft It, there.fore is a study in trickery, t o watch the deA pa l e, s taggerin g fig ur e met hi m a t the e nt ra n ce to v i o u s p aths the two conspirators we re about to take t h e min e i n th e ir effort to win their indi v idual v i c t o rie s and ye t I t was t h a t of M ike Bre nnan. get a h old. on the in I seen it a g i n s orr; yelle d M IKe. W If I do bUS llle s s y o u yo u wll1 have t o Saw what? s n a pp e d H a n k part W I t h so m e o f your gold, sa Id Hank Wayl and a t T he b a nshee ." length. 'I." 'Wh a t ? T o m looked po sitiveiy p a ined. 1. "Th et's wot sorr, I and within t en minutes arter I Aren t you going to help me for old times see it sort, a blash wint off a nd knock e d m e soide H elp you for your grandmother's foot! s hrieked pa r t hn e r Bill 'Bradley in er smithe r e e ns H ank. "Do you expect me to murder this girl for premature expl os i o n o f a bl as t in that min e has you and get a thank you' for my pains? killed Bill Bradle y?" I f e ar it will cost me a l o t o f money ," r eplie d T o m Yis." w hose face was filled w.,ith dismay "oh, dear, ho w How did it happen?" much will I have to give up to you? r I dunno." Hank tho ught rapidly just h o w much it would cost B u t ye h a v e a n i d e a? t o live comfortably in some South American c ountry 'Twas the b a n shee, sorr. where there was no extradition treaty with the United O h n o n se n se! States covering murder. I "'Twas t h i s aw a y, so rr B ill h e was a puttin' in the "Say vou agree to give me $25,000 and I'll that p -o-wder, inter the hole in the s o rr, we uns hed Anne doe'im't bother yOU any more." ji s t d rilled, sorr, win 1 see a blu e-shm o k e a-ho ve rin', A s he spoke Hank watched Tom's face out of the tail s or1'; rite over Bill s of his eye. "What did you do? Tom's face was blank. "I yelled, 'Iookee out Bill there' s fire-damp f o rBut his mind was active. nin st; y e s ee, sorr, a thinkin' t h e t 'tw a s thet, and t,hen It will take one hundred thousand dollars at the I seen the ghost." least to buy this girl off and probably more, Tom Mike's knees were now tremblip g, and his face figured. "If therefore, Hank can get rid of her for writhing in fear $ 25,000 I will save $75,000 and may be more, by deal" W e ll. go on, cried Tom. ing with him." "I had ji s t yelled to T o m, sorr, wen t see a lon g Tom then spoke. white form wid dreadfl!l ? ollo w e y e s a}1 a "Too much, oh, v ,ery much too m,uch," he said. lookin' at. mc:, sorr, h e dldl; t have n? teeth an ylt lie Well, what will you give?" was a gn,t;ll1111 at my partner s .back, hke a fiend, sorr. "Ten thousand dollars." It was tHe ban s hee! I seen hIm lean over sorr, and

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. light the fuse to the powder that Bill was a in th e drill-hole, SOfr. Poot! Bill was dead." Tom wiped his forehead. This was rather more seriollS in h is mind than the previous time that Mike claimed to 'have see n the ghost of the mine. That th ere h ad been som ething happening in mine, that made lvlike firm l y beli eve that Bill) Bradley was killed owing to the banshee's wish to claim a v ictim, Mike's stor y proved. While he had no belief in ghosts, or in banshees, Hank saw that there had been some o ccurrence in the mine that was of a s upernatura l nature. .. lIey, you," cried Tom to the engineer in charge of the shaft. .. I am going down in the mine in a bucket. I will get to the bottom of thi s mystery q uick you bet, ghost or no g ho st." In a trice Hank was whirlin g in a great coal bucket, in the mid s t of awful blackne $s, down the; tremendously steep shaft of the coal-mine downward, through space in search of the ghost of the mine. CHAPTER VIII. I .'). BANDIT'S PERIL. ,. All seemS well here." Hank the outlaw, was standing at the bottom of the coal shaft as he spoke Around. him, hollowed out of solid rock, studded with brilliant spangles, stretched a long lane of vaults of grandeur, unequal in size and scope, but all O'litter il1g1 .. 1dc r the rays of the candle held in a pointed cup in the o utlaw's hat. The tiny beams just lighted up the scene for a few feet around in every direction. The long ttl11nel, not five feet high, close,' damp and spectral could be seen a few feet ahead. Large drops of water oozed from fissures in the rock and fell to a tiny streamlet along the side of the tunnel. Like a great gnome with a light on its fore' head, Hank stood and watched breathlessly. ., What is that?" cried Hank as he listened. His blood froze. He could distinctly hear the dull sound of a pickaxe rising, falling, puls in g and beating through the stillness whi<;h was save for the low dripping of the, waters in the silvery stream at his feet A pickaxe?" cried Hank softly, "who i s there at work in the mine now? Be had 11nderstood that the mine wa::; deserted. He had been told that the body of Bill B radley had been removed after the accident, and that this shift, or corridor of the mine, at the time of the qisaster had been o ccupied only by Bradley and MikeBrennan. "There can be no one down that dark, mysterious tUl1ne1." J -Tank assured himself, "because with Brad ley's bodY to jJJ.e surface, I saw Mike and talked with him up above; there must be an empty shaft here. Wl1ack! Thud! Whack! 't, These resounding, yet dull sounds came drifting along the shaft to .wht;re stood, and his blood seemed to congeal 111 hIS veu!,s. There is some one there! Hank cned. He had not muttered the words when a strong draft of wind blew out his candle. Hank stepped back in surprise. Why did that candle blow out? he cried "There is not enough wi d the tunnel's back-draft to blow' out any light." . With fumbling fingers, Hank scratched a match and reIigh,ted his tiny candle. "Ghost o r not; -I'm going down that tunnel," he whispered to' himself, as with his revolver in one bh1g e hairy hand, and the candle, :which he had taken from hi s cap, in the otHer, he hurried down the tunnel at his best pace. A dusky o bscure glimmet; ahead began to obtrude itself on Hank's mind and sight after he had gressed several hundred feet Hank stopped short. "What's that?" he hissed. Something was coming toward him! "What can it be? Who can it be?" whispered Hank as his eyes grew wide with alarm, and in spite of himself his knees began to bend underneath his weigh t The something was advancing. It was a presence that was enveloped in a misty white light. The light seemed t o be hissin g like a thousand demons. As Hank viewed it, spell-bound with wonder the light shifted t o a pale green; then it deepened to purple, then it turned back to white again. \Vith each c,hange there came a sharp hissing roar. There was the sickening scent of sulphur stifling the outlaw, and whiCh he saw came from the center of the light, now whirling backward, then forward as if in a spectral dance. "Is this the banshee?" Hank said t o himself, in such a tone .of despair that even he shuddered. There came a terribly brilliant light that made Hank clap his hands t o his eyes to keep out the blinding a dull report and a soughing w ind,' that ex tinguished his candle in a moment. When Hank fearfully uncovered his eyes he was in absolute darkness. \ There was no brilliant light near him; nothing but darkness. The dancing shadow had disappeared; he was alone in the ,depths of the vast dark coal-mine tunnel. This time with trembling hands Hank lighted the candle again. He rushed down the tunnel again with fleet feet. He was angry now and dangerous. But there was no foe \0 attack. Nowhere was there a smgle living thing to be seen. Hank searched the enti re levef'but nothing was t(} be seen of any living, or for that matter, of any dead presence. at length.' worn out, breathless, with the joints of hIS legs knockmg together, arrived at the extremity oLthe tunnel, which formed a right angle to the great shaft that l ed to the pure, uppe r air and there he saw the spot ,,here Bill BJadley had di. ed The prematurely exploded blast could be seen to have ripped out nearly two tons of coal from the great

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17' wall of side-rock in which it was embedded and there was a choatic jumble of coal, rock, and general debris about, while a tiny; pool of blood showed where Bradley's skull had been crushed by the flying rock . "Nothing here'?" thought Hank. "Nothing here? No banshee, no ghostly by thunder what could have made those flights?" Hank's face was grave as he stood looking down upon the bloody angle where Bill Bradley had died. It's beyond me," Hank speCUlated. "I can't understand it at all. I wonder where that light drifted to and why it appeared at all? I wonder, now, if either of those two girls, Anne Townsend, or Kitty Cary are behind this light in any way." But when he had turned over all he knew about the appearance of the ghost of the mine first to Mike Brennan, and remembered that all this happened before the arrival of Townsend and Kitty Cary at Fort Hope, he saw that the spectre had appeared before the girls were hardly away from Fort Kalla. "It's sure that these girls aren't the ghost?" cried Hank interrogatively. "Dead sure!" Hank tried then to guess the mission of the ghoulish presence, that seemed to him as nearly as he could remember it, had been only a light containing the faint suggestion 'of that terrible thing, which in dwarfish glee on human flesh, that has been freshly wrenched from the grave! I don't know whether I saw anything but a Ilght at that," Hank shudderingly repeated over and over to himself, I reall y don't! I know I saw a li ght, but was there a dreaded presence w ithi n that light? Or did I dream the /whole puzzling mystic occurrence ?" Hank sat down on a rock and began piece b piece to go over all he knew of the spectre of the mine; all he had heard, and all that might possibly throw a light on the mystery. Over and over again he turned every side of the matter to his inner scrutiny. Not a single ray of light penetrated the gloomy indecision that enveloped his mind. .... Hank Wayland, outlaw chief as he was,' this time was thoroughly mystifiedl and thoroughly frightened. Confound i t all! he shouted in his anger. "What am I going to do? I am up against a confounded mystery, in this mine. Ghost, banshee, ghoul or what e ver this thing may be, or may not be, there is one substantial thing to depend on. Tfiere won't a man in this mine come down here to work again, after that bull-headed Mick has told the story of how Bill Bradley died. That harp roared his story of the banshee a ll over the mine, after Bill died, you can bet. Well, this complicates matters! I can't see how we are going to keep labor going in these mines, after' that story of the banshee gets about among the men. Curse the luck! Hank swore an oath as he turned around to retrace his steps But he had not taken ten steps, when a gust of wind blew out his light. He felt a tremendous blow full upon his face. It seemed to li f t up his huge bulk and throw him backward as if he had been' a child. Hank Wayland tasted all the terrors of death, in darkness, and alone, with no friend at hand to aid him, as he whirled over-and struck the hard stony bottom of the dismal shaft with such horrible' force, as to drive the breath from his body, and leave him a senseless, scarce breathing mass upon the slimy, dirty earth. CHAPTER IX. ANNE TOWNSEND MEETS HER UNCLE. "My dearj child, do n ot become s o ang ry, you know I will do anything for your good! The soft purring voice of Tom Townsend snakily floated through the boarding house of Mother Halliday, in the tiny hamlet of Fort Hope, which lay clustered about the long-wood cabin-like structure wh,ere the Alaska Seal Comp imy held its headquarters and where it bought furs, sold goods from its c<;luuters to traders and trappers, or t o fisher-men and whalers, with a desire to make money, truly' American and 'plea sing. "Don't ca ll me your dear child," petu lantly cried Anne. "Pay me what is due me, and I will go back to the home of my moth er in Chicago, by the next steamer; yes, I swear it.!'>' "My dear, c h i ld how impUlsive you a re And as to what is due you, why really we must talk that over. In fact I called tonight to "talk it over with you." Well, what do you think is my due?" "Really, my dear Anne, I can hardly say. I am willing to g i ve you something for your, ahem, shadowy claim upon me." "My shadowy claim eh? That is what, you call my claim?" "Really, yes It is so long since I borrowed that' money, and r eally it has beeh paid back in such small sums at various times for which I took no receipts, that I am willing to ten you that undoubtedly your claim has been paid long ago, and--" "Uncle Thomas, don't lie! Anne threw these words from her angry tongue at Tom Townsend. Let me go on further and tell you where you get off," the now very angry girl added. "Did you make a .some twenty years ago, when you borrowed twenty-five thousand dollars of my father, payable on demand, to him, ,or did you not,?" My mind is not clear on that-well, I fancy, if you have the' note thathave you any such note?" There was a vindictive gleam in Tom's eyes as he asked this question. "Man; I have." "Where is it?" Safe where you can not get it. Do you suppose I would trust myself with that note knowing you were near me? Uncle Tom as the boys say in base ball time, 'I'm on to your curves.''' TOI11 snarled his reply. Well if you hav e the note it's outlawed." "Not so fast! How about the payments you have been yearly making upon that note?" Tom shivered. I His eyes ope ned and closed in sheer dismay.

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<' 18 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. He saw that he was trapped; that the girl had the note somewhere in her possession at all events. He gulped. But to his mind it was necessary to find how much more Anne knew about his transactions with her dead father. Of course, if you have such a note it probably must have existed, unless it is a forgery, but we will talk of that note, later." Forgery! Oh, no, it's no forgery. It's your handwriting all the same, and besides, Uncle Thomas, there are entries upon the back of the notes, and duplicates of receipt!, sent to you, showing that you had paid on the note each year a small sum on the principle, and had always kept up the interest." You seem to have your case well prepared? " Oh, I don't know! You, further, my honest, kind, good uncle, to face a written agreement that shows you were a fellow-adventurer with my father, in the trip to N orth-West, and that all you have accumulated must be looked upon as partnership property-Uncle Thomas, I claim my half to all you have got. I want a million dollars 'at least for my share in your coal mine alone." Tom Townsend sank back into his chair, a white, wan, wreck of a man; he knew the worst now. Anne ownsend had full knowledge of all her rights. She was at Fort Hope to claim them. The miser saw his ill-gotten gains beginning to take wings. Here in a breath stood a girl, an arrival out of the si lence of his early youth, who had a valid claim for a part of his millions; the thought was intolerable. It was a face white with fierce purpose that Tom r a ised to the girl. "1-1-1, wait a mOment, Anne, what an awful temper you have; so like your dead father's. 1-1-1 don't dispute your claim, may be founded on someah, some slight facts, but we will talk of that later. We will see about your claim. I am not feeling very well. I think I will start for my home." Tom tottered out of the house a panic stricken, hopeless old man. He was gifted with the heart of a shrimp, in a man's body, and his miserly soul felt as if the hand of grim' death was upon him, when he found in all human probability that he would have to give Anne, half of his hardly amassed cash. I I'd rather die," Tom groaned. Then a smile of hate convulsed his face. May be she will die-oh, Hank Wayland, 1, hope you will not fail me. If you remove this girl for only $25,000 how nice it will be for me. I can save at least almost a million by this paymcmt to Hank. Oh, why don't Hank show up?" As Tom staggered along breathing curses on Anne, Kitty Cary, as the disguised Ranger, Alaric Barbel, was known in the hamlet ever since his arrival, clad in a sweetly fetching suit of black broadcloth minced into the room. How does it fit, Anne?" Kittie asked excitedly. It How does what fit?" It This new gown. It's the latest thing, honest. It's c 'ut a la Eskimo, that is, scant in the skirts, with the most be-you-t-i-full effect of walking in pants that you ever saw--" It You vain creature. I really believe all you think of is your dress. you know you ought to be a o-irl.'" l:> Soft, feminine-talking Kitty turned mto a man at once-. What?" roared the Ranger in hIS deepest base voice. "I am no girl, I am a man ready to fight for you and your fortune." Anne made a most bewitching courtesy! "Thank you, sir," she replied, "an' may it please your Highness, I am a doin' some hustlin' for me own, fair fortune." Anne deeply feeling the interview with her uncle, Tom Townsend, the miser, told the Ranger just how she had treated Tom when he had called on her. Barbel, forgetting his role of Kitty elevated his feet higher than his head, pulled a cIgarette out of his pocket, and began to smoke out the problem, as he put it. Anne did not let the' you'ng man see how delightedl s he was to witness his descent from his girlish dis guise for awhile and then determined to take a fall out of Barbel, she said slyly: "In the elevated walks of society where you shine suprenl e Kitty, in the ranks, my dear girl, of the upper-classes, is it the latest style for you to sit with your fee t higher 'than your head while you inhale cigarette smoke?" The feet came down with a jolt. I beg your pardon," sputtered the disguised young Ranger. "It is darned hard this disguise. If I don't keep my mind on things all the time, I clean forget that I am a girl.". Anne's smile was a broad one. "I for-give you, because I can see that this disguise is necessary to accomplishing our purpose. ReallYI it is the only way. But for goodness sake don't forget your role. It would be pretty serious if you happened to put up your feet that way when Hank Wayland was around." But the Ranger was now lost in his thoughts again. "I have a plan," he announced suddenly. Readv to tell it? " i Then go on." It seemS to me it's about time for us to allow the plot, that undoubtedly is being concocted to what he hopes will end in your death by your amiable uncle, to succeed," "You think that he is plotting? "f do. As long as life is in his miserly body you may rest assured that Tom Townsend is plotting." "Well, what of the plot?" I figure it that there will be before long an attempt to murder you." Anne shaak her head. I don't like the feeling that I am to be murdered," s he said, they might accomplish their attempt. Think how silly I would feel to be murdered." ." To say t; 'othing of the pain the successful accomplIshment at the plot would occasion." "I am trusting in you so thoroughly that I do not in my heart think that any plot the outlaws attempt will succeed." I hope not. Only I am not invulnerable. They mIght kdl you, and I may add they might kill me at the same time. That would be an unfortunate ending for us both."

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THE AM$RICAN' INDiAN WEEKLY. "Well, how about, your plan?" I af!1"going to let the plan of these thugs apparently s'Icceed. "What? " Just that." But how?" J t "I. would be ready to stake my hope of everything III thIs world, that Tom Townsend 'and Hank Wayland have hooked up together." "How? "Wayland is the' leader of a bandit band, and is therefore cunning in deeds of blood " I admit that." "If so, therefore, it is not unreasonable for us to figure that he and Tom have gotten together in a plot to outwit you by the simple mode ofkil1ing you." ., I admit that may 'be possible." "Now I have admiration deep and eloquent for Hank Wayland." "Have yOU!" "I have." "Why?", "From what I "aw of him when he boarded the FrO/ttier Belle. "Oh." ( "I will explain further. Hank the n had a chance to clean up the boat' to kifl us all t o loot the 'craft, and to make just what had happened to us a mystery that probably no one would ever discover." "Why? " Suppose that he had dumped us all in the river, taking pains to see that we were not allowed to landw h a t would have happened?" "vVe would all have been drowned." N aturally. And there would h ave been nothinghut the fact that we had drowned s h ow in g u pon our bodies." "Nothing." Hank could ljave then loote d the boa t, and burned it up." "Well." "That would be all that anyone ever could have known of the fate of the boat, and its pas sengers and crew." "It would have looked like a mere common every day accident; the boat blew up, burtied to the water's edge and the passengers were dro\:Vned ? You have my idea." "Now what?" Here is thf crux of my plan. The fact that Hank Wayland did not kill us all then shows me that he nothing of any reason to rid the world of 'you-,-" "RJd the world of me-I like that?" Well, say, to rid you of the world." "That's better." \ And so it was not until we arrived, and Hank WaS b ack here in his job as mine-boss under your, uncle, that there was any definite plan propo s ed to kill you. Then Tom undoubtedly told his troubles to Hank, and Hank got busy." "What did Hank do?" Of course I am only guessing, but it seems to me that what he did was to agree ,to murder you for a price. or to get rid of you for a price." "Oh." ., Now I am going to get into this game myself." are you going to do? II I am going to buy your life, Anne, and mine also, of Hank Wayland." '" "What?", II I don't think' Hank wants to murder us, because there is an easier way to get rid of us up here than that way." II How?" To sell us to a dance-house keeper." II Oh, horrors! " Anne was trembling with fear. Is that often done up here? "I am afraid it is. The dance-houses are kept by ruffians who allow anyone with the necessary money to enter their resorts and dance with young women in the place, for a fee. The young women are prisoners I Mercy! What a terrible fate! II It is. Now, these women can't get out because they are imprisoned in houses surrounded by great s t o ckades. Fierce dogs patrol the stockade walls. If one get's in to those places one never gets out, rest a s s ured. Not until death lets them." Anne shuddered tnd turned cold and faint. "Now, the United States authorities are very active in the work of uprooting just such cattle as the men who run these dives. If I can fix the crime of selling us t o a clive-keeper on \iVayland, I can arrest him at once for this crime and later I fancy I can fix enough crimes on him, to send him to prison for life, if not to harig him." Good! "So 1 am going t o shift my plan of work. I am g oing to be taken ill tonight. I am going to send for y ou early in the morning, and you are to be supposed to b e en gaged in nursing me, Kitty Cary." Hum. "But I shall get out of this house secr e tly and I g o a nd b1-ty u s 1;eth of Hank Way land. I shall pose as a d i v e-keeper and then, when Hank com e s here, w e will go willingly to a place where we are to be \eft alone and where I the dive-keeper am to come. Of C;OUl'se, b eing in a slightly double-position, I can't come a nd abduct myself--" And we are free! " E xactly." "Then we will--" "That's another story Here comes Hank Way l and now, and I will wager one thing that he comes to ,s py out the lay of the land. Now be careful keep in the light, Hank might change his mind and kill you in a breath if he thought he could get away with it." Anne turned, summoning her best smile, to meet Hank Vl a vland, the outlaw. Kitty her sweet blue-eyes turned up in a most ang elic way, s r niled at burly bapdit as he entered the room. CHAPTER X. HANK WAYLAND IS PUZZLED. "Why what is the matter with your eyes?" Anne Townsend asked this question the moment Hank Wayland had entered the room.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Both of the outlaw's eyes were blackened as if from a fearful neat and w"ell placed blow. "Mine accident!" he growled. "Tumbled down when I was in the mine and hurt myself. 'Cept for looks it's nothing:." Kitty' Cary was laughing merrily. YOtl look so remarkably like a prize-fighter I once knew," s he said in her low soft tones. "He had a fight once, and he got licked Mercy but he looked just like y;ou. Anne joined her laughter with that of Kitty's. 'Way l a nd, not relishing the way the girls were laughing at him, turned a brick-red. I didn't git licked," he snarled. "' Oh, I am so glad," oried Kitty, "I thought maybe Tom Townsend put one over-gave you what they call an uppercut, eh?'l ' Hank glancecl shrewdly at K!itty: Gil,"!," he growled, don' t be of .Tom:s eyer putting ove r a blQw at me. I could kIll h11n WIth my two little fingers." To show his strength Hank caught up a great chaIr. He c r ump led its sides in his wonderful grasp. The cha ir fell to the floor a mass of mere kindling wood. My! but you are strong. Now, I wonder what Tom Townsend meant'when he told us awhile ago, when he called, that he could crush you if he wanted to as he would a big mosquito.' The seed of suspicion was thus sown tre outlaw's mind against his employer aad fellow conspirator. His suspicious glance was directed at the speaker. "W, hen was Tom Townsend here?" he asked. J 1,1st a little while ago," replied Kitty. Kitty's glance was so timid that it disarmed the out law. His glance soft ened from its dreadf ul anger to a pleased expression. "You are quite a cute little girl," he said. Am I ndt? Quite the cutest thing that ever-, "Ever what?" 7 Breathed." But 'Hank harked back to this v i sit of Tom. He had his stispicions well aroused and he determined to see if his suspicions haq any basis of fact to show that 'Tom was" doing him U!?" What did Tom come here for? " Business." Anrie intel'jected these words. "Why business?" growled Hank. "Oh," replied Anne, "you know that Tom IS my uncle? " Yes." .. Well, then; he wanted to settle some claims r 'have (0 upon him under my dead father's "What?" yelled Hank, now thoroughly aocl sure that he had gained knowledge of a counter-plot that Tom was attempting. "Just that," continued Anne. "You know Tom owes me a great deal oi' money." The outlaw nodd ed. "I heard tell something of that fact." "W.eH, Tom came here to propose a settlement," cautiously fee ling her way as she spoke and exchang, ing glabces with Kitty, 'Whom she saw Had a purpose in deceiving the monster in human form that stood before the couple. A settlem ent? Tom fairly howled out the words. . "Yes, a .settlement,"chimed in "A settlement at the claims agamst hIm, held by Anne here. Anne smiled assent. \ I "Well of all the dirty . il-nger broke into oaths. !" cried Anne. Hank stopped aghast.).. It would not do to shock these two Eastern prudISh young women, until he had got further down to the dark well of information he was sure they held about the devious path of Tom Townsend. Hank smothered. his wrath with an effort. Would you mind telling me-you know how 111-tere sted I am in your winning your from that old miser Tom-how much he was wtlhng to settle I for?" This was a poser. Ann e h esitated. Her g lance strove to read what advised I This amiable' man-woman, hild qUIetly moved her position so that she stood directly behind the out-law Her hand went up so that Anne could see. Five fingers were displayed. Once. Twice, Thrice. Four times. Anne then saw Kitty's lips distinctly move. Thousands." It ,required no great ability in lip-reading to unders tand that Kitty made the denomination of each of her fives" amount to the thousands. "Four-times-five-are-twenty," Anne calculated her mind grasping the school-room of her younger days when she droned out these figures in the hush of the Spring days, when there was a syringa bush right near the school house gate, under which she he a rtily wished she was playing with her dolls! "Twenty-thousand dollars," Anne answered bold as brass. Bank jumped as if a thousand bees, an d ten thou-sand mosquitoes .had stung him. Thunder!" he yelled'? He was now <;onvinced of Tom's treachery. "The infernal crook," Hankls thoughts ran, "he 'Of fered me $ 5,000 to do away with this girl. Then he comes here and offers her $20,000 to settle with him, He would save five thousand dollars if he could get her to settle, and then, if I had done her up, he could have that he had nothing to do with it at all, and that I li ed i f dared accuse him of tile crime. He would show hissettlement papers with Anne to prove I is statement. Thus, he would get rid of the girl for ever, do me up t oo, get his property released for $20,000, and leave me to be hapged quick, and be darned to me-oh, the plotting hell-hound." The startled anger that lighted up Hank's eyes as he pUFled out what he believed was the answer to Tom's visit to Anne, boded ill for the miser. Kitty-Alaric, was in humor. She saw that she had planted the seed of suspicion in the heart of Hank, and Hie feared concentration of purpose of the two conspirators was thus minimized. Hank won't trust Tom to the limit any more. He

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY-. I wilt be sure and fear a counter-plot in all that he Townsend now with a vigor that was bound to make does." trouble. Hank gloomily. It was in this frame of mind that he met Tom. "I jest came over to ask how you girls were,'" he This was unfortunate for Tom. said in a sulky tone, and now finding that you're all Tom as usual purr 'ed when he was in the worst right, I'm going." humor. "Good bye/' the two tracJ.
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23 THE AMERICAN INDIAN Barbel t came to a sudden halt in his words. For before him stood about the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She could not have been more than eighteen years of age. She wore a beautiful gown of transparent ... ll1Uslin, through which her rounded arms and the tour of, her fair shoulders could be seen in that deli cate opaque yellow of the Mexican girl. She looked like statue of youth in alabaster. Her magnificent black hair was wound with a tor toise-shell comb in which was shot the dull gleam of gold. A long serape was wound about her body from the waist down, and she sat astride of a mettlesome little jennet, and looked up at the big Ranger horse, as if frightened at its bulk. Thunder! What a pretty girl! thought Barbel. The long silken lashes which fringed the girl's deep purple-black eyes, were cast down under his admiring glance, so that he had no manner of knowing what the girl might have thought. Well, pretty aBe," cried Alaric, "where are you going so early in the morning?" The girl shot one glance at Barbel. "Where is your home? "There, sir." A tiny white finger indicated a low, hotel-like structure, in the distance. ./ Although he had never seen it before Barbel knew that fhe place was one more or less' notorious in Alaska, as a dance-house, kept by a Mexican thug named J aime Goodness!" snapped Alaric, "are you one of the dancing-girls from 'that awful den?" The girl gave a fleeting alluring glance at the young man. "Oh, no," she cried, I am Juanita Disidero and Don Jaime is my father-I dance some times bu't not with those I do not wish to dance with." ' The black eyes told Barbel plainly that in case fie wished to ask for a dance there would not be a refusal. .Barbel, was young; a pretty girl out in the Alaskan WIlds whose eyes told him such eloquent messaO'es .0' was a ranty. I And it was no wonder that Barbel forgot his mis sion of death and dire peril, and lent himself to the et;Iotions of a remarkably pretty gul, standlflg on a trall, withm a stone's throw of a den where he well knew his life was not worth a silver dime. "You are allowed to go out of the stockade as much as you wish? ,I Not.as much as I wish; but now and then." How did you get out today? I ride out sometimes to get the air." Alone?" Save when I meet a Senor like yourself "Ah." "Yes." ( Who comes to your father's stockade to dance?" Friends of Senor Hank Wavland." This ansWer brought Barbelfs wits together a jolt. This den was, then, the place where the outlaw cand spent their off moments, when they were not doing the blood-thirsty bidding of Hank Wayland. \ J It was imperative for Barbel to get within the dread portals of this {len, if he wished to get the evidence necessary to convict the entire Wayland gang, he argued. It seemed the greatest lot of good luck for him to meet this girl, who e:vidently liked a quiet flirtation, and if this lead was properly he might be able to get within the stockade. "For me to try to go th(!re and gain admittance would be impossible. These resorts are all maintained by a Gertain tried and known to be clique. These only gain admittance to the dens, where dancing, faro illicit whiskey, that had been smuggled over cigars, and thousand and one odds and ends of articles that never bore Internal Revenue inspection are to he purchased. "This girl may be one of the women inmates of these places, who dance with visitors, for a fee paid to their captors, and who are not allowed to go out from the places lest the:y escape to ffiends again, or she may be as she says, the daughter of old Disidero, the thug runner of the resort," thought Barbel. "Anyway it will pay me to try and get entrance to the den through this girl." He looked at the girl again. And there's certain a promising lure in those great black eyes," he continued. "It's worth a trial." "What is your name my pretty maid?" Barbel asked the girl. '. Juanita Disidero," cried the girl, g1V111g Barbel a slow alluring glance of inspection. Ah." Yes." You live in the stockade, where those men can be seen around the front of the buildinO'?" "Yes, Senor." 0 "You speak English well." My mother was an American." :: You live in the stockade, alone?" "All alone, save. for my-fatlljer." Ypu are often In the stockade? "Oh, very seldom, and then only when my father not know. You see we live in that detached house belund the stockade. Father doesn't like me to go into the stockade buildings, for he says the men are rough there and are not fit associates for me." "I fancy he is right." l.uanita shrugged her shoulders. I do not know, but anyway, it is only when I steal away do I have any pleasure, and sir, I can not steal away often." There were .tear, s in the girl's eyes as she spoke. felt 1l1tense sympathy for her. You poor, lonesome little thing," he cried, "if I could I come over. and play with you." The gIrl looked overJoyed. / Evidently she looked UP,?l1 as a welcome addition to her dolls. Y at! call night-tonight, maybe, when father 111 the stockade, busy taking in money for pnvl1ege of dancing with one of the girls there." fhat would be a good idea" :: must be a very man to call on me." ." Oh, or some of the Wayland gang would kIll you If they found you with me" If they don't find me?" '. "Then you will not get killed."

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'THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The girl showed her even white teeth in a smile. But are you brave enough to call?" "!fry me?" cried Barbel with' a twist of the shoulders indicative of his pluck. Juanita jumped from her jennet. Tc She drew near to Barbel. " I do not think you are coward." My friends say that I am not." "Then I will call upon you now, to call upon me to night: The reiteration of the word "call" got somehow into Barbel's head. He threw his usual caution to the winds. "I will call tonight if I come back a corpse," he cried. But you don't know how to reac\l me? continued Juanita, with her quiet, careful, yet alluring smile. That is so." I wonder if I should tell you?" E ven as she spoke Barbel knew thqt the girl would tell him. In fact she did so a moment later. There is a way to get into my house when I am a l one, but it is a secret way, and I dare not think you will brav e the dangers within it?" the girl continued. B arbel smiled. W hy, g irl, I would dare a l o t of things to see you ag ain." really, this was a very foolis h thing for a young Ran g er to say to a girl on a public Alaskan t rail, w h o m he had not seen in his lif e until about half a n hour b e f ore his speech was made But Barbel was salving his con s cience b y telling his i n n e r mentor, which seemed t o cry be"'fare," that he w as o nly anxious to call on the girl to get facts upon which to warrant a wholesale raid of the "Ml ayland gang Juanita gave Barbel a flaming smile., "If you dare she whispere d "do you se e that house o v er there-the on e detached fr o m the others?" Barbel looked. The h o use was a low, hut-like sort o f affair i s olated from the other buildings but near them. H e nodded. There is where myoid nurse lives She is an Es kimo, and I often pass my evenings with her," the g irl whisp ered, "so if you come tonight there at 'the doo r of that house, and have the courage to enter it, you may find me awaiting you with my nurse to be our chaperone." Will the door be open? "Yes, partly." How? ,. It will appear to be locked The hou s e will be so curtained that no ray of light will come from it, but there will be warmth, light and a right hearty welcome w ithin to he who has the courage to press the door w ith his shoulder and walk in when the door at his steady pressure opens to the master's hand." The girl loo\ed again at Barbel with her wonderful dark eyes. , An answering spark sp,rung from his blue ones. . Juanita," he cried, "J will be there." At midnight?" At midnight!" Juanita gracefully re-mounted her steed. But before she did so she leaned over toward Barbel, a pretty, bit of perfumed, alluring feminini(y, and whispered: "Remember the secret pas s age at midnight," said Jua nita \ But you have not told me of any secret passage. " I know -that." \ "Why did you not?" I wanted to see if your courage would allow you to pass the dbor." "It does." The girl laughed. So I see." '. V ell, tell me about the secret passage " There is not much to tell you." Tell me that much, then? " W e ll after you press open the door, you will see a path." A path?" "Ye s ." "To wher e d des it lead ? " T o ll1e." "But where will you be?" A t the end of the path ." I s the path a lon g one ? " Not very-it leads to a short secret passage into which you must go. " H o w far does the passage go?" Juanita, with a flas h of teeth, a smile of allurement and a quic k w a v e of her I?retty arm, was g o ne like a flash. "Try t and seel" the girl shouted back A t fir s t Barbel was about t o start after the fleeing girl. Hi s big horse would have been at her side in six j umps.' BuC he saw that some of the men at the hotel run by th e g ir l's father were ha s tily mounting their horses and ha ving no wish to get \nto a running fight with the s p a wn of the breed of men that frequented Jaime Dis ider o's place, noted as a lawless spot all through Alaska Barbel turned his horse's head back toward the hamlet of Fort Hope and soon was speeding along far from the stockade. A t midnight? Well that girl i s worth a trip throu g h many dangers to mo s t men; and to me more than others for in her I feel sure can be found the missing facts that I need to convict Hank Wayland and hi s gang of outlaws--" But down deep in his heart, Barbel knew that it was a feelin g of curio sity that tempted him to try the s ecret path. I A thrill passed through the Ranger as he darted onward. I wonder if that girl is th e lu r e of the oUtlaws he g a s ped,. Was she?

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THE AMER CAN INDIAN WEEKLY CHAPTER XII. THE SECRET PASSAGE. Alaric Barbel was promptly on hand at the midnight hour to keep his tryst with beautiful Juanita Disidero. The pale, inconstant moon was seen riding in the sky, and apparently sneering at the young man. In fact no one could blame the moon for its sneer. I guess Old Mistah Moon, you know a thing or so and to see me here, following after that girl, not only is a cause for your sneer, but also for your laughter. Which showed that Barbel was not so sure that his dare-devil plan to accept the invitation of the girl was the best thing for him to do or not under the circumstances. Anyway it's too late for me to retreat," Barbel muttered. "I have thought that this was f a good plan to follow Juanita, but now I am not so sure." Barbel looked at his watch. It was a few moments before midnight: The howl of a vagrant coyote came faintly to his ears; the twitter of the insect life in ari Alaskan summer night sounded faintly; screech-owl hooted from a near by fringe of timber land. Before him dark, gTim, menacing, lay the tiny hut where Juanita had made her tryst. An appalling feeling of desolation clutched at Barbel's heart. '. "Why am I so fearful?" he thought . ". Is this a lure? A headstrong young man must have his way. Barbel, determined to see Juanita again, rushed forward and with his strong resolute shoulder swung back the door to the hut. The door opened inward. The faint light from the moon showed Barbel that ahead of him there stretched a nal/l'ow way. It was about two feet wide. Rough boards on each side, hewed out of the tree w,'thout much pretense, made up the walls of the pas sage. "The secret way," thought Barbel, "the secret pas-sage that Juanita told me of." Along this pathway the intrepid Ranger crept. His hand clutched his revolver. But where is the pathway that I was told I would' find-am I mixed; was the. pathway to come first, the secret passage afterward; blessed if I can remember?" Barbel paused. He seemed to hear something in the dim, moon-lighted depths about him. He could hear a soft breathing. Juanita!" Barbel called. "Juanita!" Save for the soft -breathing there was no answer. B'arqel crept down a pathway. He it when he passed a turn i)1 the boarded secret way; it was plain, seemingly marked by many feet. I This is it thought Barbel, as he darted down the train. A door stood barring the way at a point not fifteen feet further on where the wooden sides along which he was speeding came together. "Is this the door?" Barbel so spoke. As he stood pondering just what course to pursue he hearo a low voice. .. Hist!" the voice said.:I. Barbel looked up to where the sound At a half open, window-like trap-door set In the s.lde oi the structure before him, caught a o-lance of the beautiful Mexican girl he was seekmg. 1:> With a low cry of admiration Barbel pus hed the door underneath. the trap-like window, and boldly entered. . .. The door behind him closed with a VICIOUS snap There was a fierce snarl, a deep growl, and a husky choking cry that fell upon the young man's affrighted ears. 'ld A bulk dashed at him from which came Wf yells of ferocious rage. The 'Yells rang upon his. ears. He was 'Weighted down by some ternble monster that gripped him in its claws and whose deadly teeth began tcari1!-9 at his throat. CHAPTER XIII. ANNE TOWNSEND'S PLIGHT. Anne 'Fownsend, when she retired to her room after agreeing to pretend that she wa' s nursing her friend 1 Kitty Cary the following day, to give the handsome young Ranger opportunity to hurry away and try to deceive Hank \iVayland, the outlaw, fell into a deep sleep. It seemed to her hot.us and hours later when she awoke. And she felt -herself to be in a curtain of terrible darkness. Is it not morning? '/ ,.the girl thought. "Goodness! How' my head aches." She strove to ris 'e, but her feet seemed not to be able to perform their wonted functions. Anile sank back in her bed iT). .wondering haste. V\There am I? she asked herself, with a bitter feeling of despair at her heart. "Am I in my room at Mother Halliday's? '/ Again Anne strove to rise. But she was weighted down by some inner note that seemed to make it impossible f0r her to make her brains thrill her muscles into life enough necessary to organize the impulse that would lead to movement. ': Am I paralyzed?" Anne cried. A rumbJing echo Qf her words seemed to be flung back at .her ,in every direction. "This is not Mother Halliday's?" cried Anne, again, where oh where am I? In answer to the echoing words she had just uttered there arose about her'the dry mockery of a laugh. "V\That is that? 1/ Anne whispe,ed, now seated upright on her couch. Ag-ain came the sobbing note of the mystic laughter. "Who are you? 1/ cried Anne. Out of the darkness a voice spoke. It is one you do not know." "Fiend of this world or fiend of the other 'Yorld; whi ch art thou?r Anne shouted. The mockipg laughter continued and then there shot Defore her vision the oull gleam of a yellowish light.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN' WEEKLY. The light came from a candle which a hand, that cast a fantastic shadow on the wall, had lighted. Anne saw a shadow dance on the wall, and then come whirling to her side. She cowered down upon the bed, frightened, yet anxious to know what the advancing shadow woul d disclose Anne screamed in dire terror when she saw standing over her in neaT proximity, a tall man bearing a lighted candle in his hand. Who are you?" the girl cried in her terror. "Alava Ricardo, chief aide to Hank Wayland. I guess you know -me. You saw me on the Frontier Belle. Then Anne remembered. She sat up straight her eyes gleaming and fear no longer clutching her with its fatal fingers. How dId I come here?" Anne asked. "I brought you he.re-assisted by, others." "Where am I?" In the bottom of an abandoned part of Tom Town-send's coal mine." "What? "Even so." Did you carry me from my room?" "Assisted by others of our companions I did." How did you do this-wa!:> I asleep?" "Under the effects of chloroform." "You drugged me before you dared to move me from my toom in the boarding house to this spot?" "We did. You were asleep when we softly opened the window in your room, crept in, and placed Over your sleeping face a dot,h saturated in the insensibility giving drug." C b h h?" "Then you roug t me ere. "Yes. "You said I was in a part of Tom Townsend's mine?" "You are." 'What PStrt? "In an abandoned part." Underground? " It is three thousand feet from here "to the top of the ground, whence we carried you." You mean that you carried me down to the bottom of a n abandoned shaft two thousand feet deep?" I s aid three thousand." "Did you?" "Yes." Did you carry me down here?" Vle lowered you down the shaft, fast asleep under the dru g 's influences." Is the shaft above us now-I can see no light? " It is Rot above us." t "Why it not?" Because it is far from where we are." "How far?" "Easily a thousand feet more." "I am then in a tunnel that leads far from the shaft? " Y 011 :tre. And here no shrieks or groans will bring you aid." Anne moaned softly in her fright. No one ca1'\ stay the fate that is hurrying you to the dark coast where Death reignsl." Anne decide'd to make one great plea for life. "Man, why do you murder a girl? I have done YOll ho wrong? Why do \ you wish for my innocent blood?" she cried. I do not wish to kill you. Yon are nothing to me. You are not in my way alive, and will not I;:>e the more in my 'way dead, but I am doing just what I am told to do." "Were you told to bring me here to die?" "Yes.I "By whom?" By my leader." By the outlaw chief, Hank Wayland? " Yes." But why should Hank Wayland want to kill me?" He has nothing against you, but you must die that he may live better than he has been living." What do you mean? " Hank Wayland wil be paid the price he has ex aGted from one who wishes to encompaS$ your death, after you are J That is, there 'is blood-money ready when my soul shall have left this frail tenement? " There is." "Is it much?" I don't know, but I am told tpat all who aid in en-compassing your de 'ath will be rewarded." "Who told you?" Hank Vvayland." D etermine d to try in some way t o av o id being the v ictim of the devilish plot which had ertfolded her, A nne continued her questioning. She knew that sooner o r l ater her suspicions would be t;nad e a certainty at least s o far as discovering who really had plotted her 11lurder ; for she knew that it was not Wayland who ,",rished her ill but felt in her b ones that h e r uncle, Tom Towns' e nd, was at the bottom of the entire at-tack N o w then," added Anne, "you kno w as well as I do that I{ ank is not at the bottom of this at to kill me. Who is it that has engineered this VIle plan? ;Ricardo felt that there :-vas absolute ly no hope of Anne's escape; why.not then assi s t h e r last moments by an$wering all the questions she' might ask? < I d o n t know that anyon e i s thi s s ave Hank," ;RiICard o answered. "But if I g u essing I should say that Tom Townsend had hired Hank to kill you." Arlne nodded. Her suspicions were well founded she saw. The utlaw facing her had the same opinion as she. Lo o k here, the girl cried "Why not make some mone y for yours elf out of this? The b andit looked at Anne irre olutely. Money for hims elf? Ye s he sacj.!y needed money. He didn't know, what his friends all knew, that if he had a million of mone'y in his hands today. 'in as short s pace of time as he possibly could accomplish the deed in, he would be penniless; money went through h,is hands like water through a sieve. Anne h a d appealed to Ricardo's only weak spot. r don't know how to answer you, the outlaw said. "There's good money in the plan. " I won't tell you until I hear the plan, just what I mayor may not do." ,; I have one thousand dollars in cash where J can get it for you "That i sn't much money."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Isn't it; it's better than nothing," Ricardo nodded. Well, this money is all yours if you will go to the top of this shaft tell Hank Wayland and Tom Townsend that I am dead, and then, some night soon, sneak me out of here where I can get my own money from Tom and then I will give you ten thousand dollars in cash." I see the thousand all right, because you can raise that, but why should old Tom Townsend, who is a notorious old skin-flint of a miser, give you moneywhat claim had you on him that would make him give you this cash?" I Anne rapidly explained. "It's pretty risky business this, doing what you 'rsk," cried the outlaw. "Hank Wayland would kill me as would an Indian-and that's as quick as he could get his gun going-if he knew about it." But will you aid me? "I don't know." When. will you be able to make up your mind? " I can't tell that, either." What do you propose to do?" "I'll tell you, girl, you get me $500 now, and that will show me you are in earnest." Yes." "Now my orders were to kill you, but there wasn't any orders as to how, when or where?" Horrors " For that $500 I'll agree to see tpat you 'get a light here, so it will not be so horribly dark, and I will feed you and keep you alive for a few days." Then, what? Oh, I'll make up my mind." That, is in a few days you will decide whether to murder il1e or to accept my proposition." Yes." "Now won't the ou1)aws come down here and k-i-l-l me when they learn where I am?" No." "Why?" I Because no one knows where you are." Were you alone in bringing me here?" Yes. I carried you over my shoulder as I would a sack of wheat." "Then I am entirely at your mercy?" The outlaw nodded. It's up to me whether I kill you or whether I don't. You keep your money until tomorrow morning. I wilt make up my mind what to do. I am going now, but in an hour I will return with food and light. That will make you comfortable for the night and today-after that we will see!" The bandit left the tunnel as he spoke. His foot steps could be heard echoing back from the distance as he hurried along the difficult way. Torn by her fears, frighUned, pale, disheveled, and angry all at 'o1'!ce, Anne sat in the intense darkness, wondering what her fate would be. Am I to be murdered," she thought. "Is my life to be ended here by this villain outlaw? Will he shoot me. or will he leave me here to starve to 'death? Thud! I Whack! Thud! From a spot behind her there these sounds. Anne's heart seemed to stop beating with dread. She clutched her throat to stifle r the awful shriek I that seemed to be tearing her apart m her effort to scream! "What is that?" in stifled tones of fear asked the beleaguered girl. There was a white mist stealing up from the dark shadow behind her. To her eyes it appeared to change to a royal purple, while a hissing as if made by angry serpents, came dully to her ears. With a dancing, weaving light, the mIst be hurrying forward to grasp the terror-stncken girl. Anne fainted! CHAPTER XVI. U LURED BY OUTLAWS." Trapped! Tricked! Lured By Outlaws, to this delL to be killed by' this horrible unseen thing." This thought flashed like the glint of light on a daO'ger directly ipto Alaric Barbel's mind, when he borne backward by the monster, that had gripped him. "Infernal idiot, I am getting my just dues for my foolishness. Juanita Disidero was the lure set for me by the bandits! In some way the Wayland gang has penetrated my disguises. They sent that pretty girl' to fool me-she did all right." Sharp pains began to shoot through Barbel's arm. It came from a fang pressed deep into his arm by the tearing shape that was trying to drag him back-ward. In the first surprise that overwhelmed him, Barbel made no more resistance than a boy to the infernal onslaught of the shape that bore down upon him. But when his mind cleared with the knowledge that he was trapped and now had to fight for his life Barbel began to take action. I Awful darkness enshrouded the battle field. The air was foul with the fetid odor that eminated from the animal. Ha !" cried Barbel. "I recognize that smell. I am fighting with a fierce Arctic fox! In its wild state the Arctic fox is dreaded by all tr appers. Great numbers are to be found the year around in Alaska, all along the Alaskan peninsula, and even far out on the fearful Arctic Ocean, among its islands of eternal snow, this horrid animal' is found, cunning in an almost human way, crafty, treacherous, and when hungry positively dangerous. "This fox has been shut up here for days with no food. or water," Barbel reasoned. "it would attack a giant in its present n100d of frightful hunger and thirst. UnlesR I can kill this beast I am a dead man! 'While lithe and strong> the fox was somewhat weakened bv its long' fast, and although its teeth bit deeply and Barbel's body was Soon torn and bleeding from many wounds, yet he managed to keep the animal from tearing his throat open as it was endeavoring to do. But the hindermost claws of the fighting beast made long furrows in the Ranger's clothes and cut his flesh tllltil he seemed to be a mass of gory'wounds. Around and around the man and beast whirled.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The beast fought, .now and then-giving a fierce yelp hke a maddened ammal. man fought silently with clenched teeth, as a whIte man usually does; and the battle in the somberness of the .den, whertt light only faintly penetrated, was a effort for man and beast, Who would win? This was a mooted question for several By the laws of 'a midnight attack, in a dark spot, unfaml!tar, !aken off his guard, Barbel should have been kIlled III the first rush of the Arctic fox But sometimes usual laws do not indicate ;hat really has lfappened. In this case in ten minutes after 'the battle Barbel had fought the beast off, and was feeling foi his re volver. "Hurrah!." he just" muttered, knowing that he nee ded allills to again meet the animal which in a luck y burst of strength he had thrown backward fram him and which he knew would attack him im mediately. With almost a human snarl of rage the animal jumped upon BarbeLl" I t bit him deeply upon his left arm just below the s haulder, Barbel, did try to fling the an,imal away from him. He gntted hIS teeth as the pam of the bite smote alang his nerves. B a rbel's right hand, holding revolver swung araund, The weapon s muzzle was bttried in the deep fur that s hielded the fox's back. the most 'dangerous man in all the outlaw band which Hank Wayland controlled. "Fly with me, Juanita," Barbel heard the outlaw urging. "But my father?" , He will forgive us when Father Coyne at Norton Sound, the Catholic ;nissian leader, will have married us." "How you urge I can almost deny you nothing? B ,ut the money? Ah! How can we live when w e start way off for Norton Sound?" Poof !" cried Ricardo, "I get the money tomor row." Where? Who gives the money to you, my Alava? '! f Fro m the girl, Anne Tawnsend." Ah! How?" With swift words, so anxious to get J aunita to. agree to' el a pe with him that he threw discretion to the winds, and compromised himself in a thousand ways 'by his In c riminating story, Ricarda told the girl of the plot to kill A nne. his bearing her away to the abandoned coal mine shaft, and then t o ld of Anne's offer to give hiin m o ney to spare her life. I The beautiful eyes of Juanita were wide with speculation! I t in no way dismayed her to think that the man who wi shed to marry her W<;LS first taking a bribe to kill a defenceless girl, and then taking a second bribe f ro m the t o spare her life, and thus betraying his first empl oyers! M urd e r meant nothing to. Juanita. She was a Mexican girl brought up in the center of Bar bel pull e d the trigger! a ne s t of criminals all her young life; it was natural The r evo l ver gave a muffled roar. to her to plot, and connive to do deeds of blood. The f o x straightened backward as if pulled tense If you can get the money--? b y an invisible cord. Juanita askel these words in a ques tioning manner. It g a v e a stifled howl. If I can get-why" girl, the money is mine when-It r o lled backward, and kll to the ground quite dead. ever I wish to go down the abandoned mine and tell Barbel's shot had penetrated its wildly-beating heart. Anne Townsend/that I can and will accept the cash." The Ranger staggered back along the secret passage" But the young fellow that you fear-that Mounted wav. Ranger?" Hi s clathes were torn to-tibbons. N o danger from him He hasn't shown up in these, Blood was streaming from numberless wounds. i hrts and if we hurry and take the cash from that girl But he was alive, and ready to fight fUrther 'for his we can get out ahead of his arrival. 'What do we care life, alth ough in his heart there was a warring battle' what bec o mes of the band when we are out of it?" going an, between hatred for the lure Juanita had "But you'd better get the cash from that girl, and spread for him, which had communicated to the girl, then kill her! Dead girls can't talk," speculated himself for falling itito the which a Juanita' (, you had made her free she might re-chIld In hIS should have aVOIded. pent her bargam, Let her out, get her moneyJ. then Oh, if I had that girl here before me-" kill her eh, my Alava?" This thought darted through the mind of Barbel. ''''hen. these words were spoken strength seemed to As the Ran O'er staggered along he finally reached the flash back into the frame of Barbel. doar above ;hich the trap-like window had framed He had drawn himself up and was seated in the the beautiful face and form of the Mexican girl. window now, so that he could hear eyery word that The trap-door was open ,Barbel saw.. was sppken Two figures, dimly seen m the halfltght that was I He crawled along on hIS hands and knees because made by a shaded candle within the trap-door window, he did not want any whisper to escape him riveted the O'aze ofl Barbel. "What a splendid wife you will tffiake!" Barbel "There Juanita! he cried to himself. heard Ricardo say to Juanita, as he crawled dawn to Tn spite of his wounds, Barbel stole near the window. the flaor as if attempting to get into some tiny crevice Yes, one of the figures was that of Juanita Disidero. in his effort at concealment, And standing near her holding her hand was the Ah! Alava, what a husband you will make!" figure of a man,' cried the girl. Barbel gave a low exclal}:latiol1. / Thien she in terror, .The figure holding the gIrl's hand was that of.Alava Fram almost underneath her feet a form darted. RIcardo, without doubt, save Hank Wayland hImself, A great fist shot out!

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, I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. It struck the outlaw down as if de'l-th had come in the lightnin g 's vivid flash The bandit was knocked insensible by a finely dir ec te d blow of Barbel s fist Had Barbel thought longer he would have the ruffian; as i t was he simply knocked him out with the same straight armed jab on the point of his chin with which a trained pugilist" puts out" an antagonist in the rit;1g. J ua)1it a, not anxious to make much noise gave a subdued sc ream expecting a stab from a knife to be her portion. She sa w the man she lured, as she thought to his death s tanding before her. Barbel caught the girl by her arm, She whimpereq and tried f eeb l y to escape. "Tell me," hiss ed Barbel, why did you try to trap me? (C I was told t o do so." "By whom?" My father." "Why did your father tell you to lure me to my death? " He was paid for it by Tom Townsend. " \\lhat? " ; Tha t i s the truth." So Tom Town' sen d the wily mi ser, of all in the count(y h a d at a glan.ce penetrated his disguise Wily T o m, however, had saW nothing directly of his dis c o v er y. Perhaps he wis hed t o quietly remove Barbel, wi thout hue or .cry in his u s ual stealthy way. All this flashed into the Ranger's mind. He smil ed afte r all. B e was alive, and then in mere wanton s port, Barbe l leaned over the beautiful Mexican girl. He a ssisted her to her feet. One arm stol e around her waist. He' pressed h i s lips to h ers in a vigorous smack. It You little devil," Barbel shoqted, 'f now run to your doll-rags You see, after all, I did have the coura$' e to call o n Y04! Jua n i t a D i s idero sank down by the side of her tnsensible 'lover, with a terrified gasp o f ama,zement. Then she burst into a tinkle of laughter. Barbel leaped from the trap-door like window to the ground H e vanished into the s 'bft moonlight. H e v aulted on his horse. Now to save Anne Townsend! he cried. H e pilt spurs to liis horse'. The animal w ith flyin g h oofs darted forward. Barbel looked back to the sile nthouse. r n t h e window stood Juanita. the lur e of her eyes seemed to be again upon he girl was waving her arm in farewell. beautiful vixen," l atig hed Barbel to himself, no more bandit lures can tUrn me l oose with an Arc tic fox; once i s enough for me, my fair Mexican girl. N ever again! " Th.e,' fine horse bestrode by the young made a d espera.te leap as its rider spoke. CHAPTER XVII. TOLD IN THE PAPERS. "What's that?" '. When within few hundt'ed fe 'et of the hamlet of Port Hope, Barbel pulled his horse to a quick for l y in g along side of the road were two queer' pIles of'sbiled cl othing-no why, what were they? Ba rbel jumped from his horse. I -Te gave a shout of alarm. It Dead men!" Barbe l spoke these words solemnly. It was not an u'nusual thing for death to stalk in ghastly, mien through, the Alaskan dreariness. But the quick eye of Barbel noted that the position 'of the two bodies indicated a duel. It' A shooting fight! two men had a grudge to shoot out-well, both were killed, eh? Barbel started forward to see who the two men were. It Tom Townse d, by lill that's wonderful!" cried tlj,e Ranger as he turned the two bodies over, for each lay o n its face--;r," and Hank Barbel cried a second later as the white face of the second man s l owly rolled into view. It dead! Why, how?" Barbel pieced out the story quickly. Hank Wayland grasped a . Barbel raised the limp hand .. A single shot had been exploded in the cylinder of the weapon. '>-' Barpe l' s glance at the h ead of Tom Townsend told w h e re. H,ank bullet had gone. "Wayland shot Tom, in a quarrel-I suspect that I planted the seeds of suspicioJ;1 in the mind of Hank when as :Kitty Cary I arous ed his deadly fear of being double-crossed' by a confederate. Well! But while I can see tha t I;Ia nk shot 'Tom of course as the result of a fierce quarrel, I do not see that there is anything that indic ates how Hank ,died." Barbel searched about the 'body of Tom; but his re-' 'volv er was found to be still in the h olster belted about his waist. . Not a shot had been fired from it. did Hank die? What caused his death? There i s a mystery here?" thought Barbel. His shrewd eyes studie.d everything. The relative posi tion o f the bodies;. the fact that W had cme e .:x'pl o d e d shot in his drawn weapon, While Tom h a d n exploded shot in hiq and had Qot e vel1 drawn the weapon from its holster 'in his belt, told, Barbel tha1 without Tom had been killed by Wayland befpre they had quarrelled long, and before Tom h a d a chance to get his 'weapon ready. "Either Wayland killed Tom, when Tom was an unresisting, victim or he beat Tom to his gun," argued Barbel, "and' I g uess an way that Tom was too much of a coward to put up much of a figqt. Hum!" Barbel searched. Tom's pockets next. He hated to do it because there was something greWS0l,11e in the action. Papers!" cried Barbel, when he came across a: packet neatly sewed in' the lining of Tom's vest. Barbel ripped open the vest with, his keen Bowie

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29 1 knife, and soon was deeply engrossed in reading the "Robbery. T--et me see what is on the bodies, now?" papers. Thus Barbel reviewed the situation. ,. Wow! Tom 15reath 'ed at "What do you INhen he searched Hank, not a cent was found in his think of that?" \ clothes; even a very valuable diamond the usu-He look d at the ,two bodies of the plotters, lying a)ly wore on his finge.i; was missing; save for the pawhite, still and now npt able evep to plot for their own pers, were sewed in the miser.' s vest, .a resurrectiol1s, and sl;1ook his hy3;d in worlder. man in seareh of <;ash might overlook them 111 hlS Barbel conttn ed reading the papers. hurry nothing came froni the body of Tom Town-"Here is a lette from an Indian, named Ghost-Dansend. cer to Tom," whispered Barbel. "This In.dian lives at oJ' Robbery! Fort Kalla. It details how he put on board the infernal That was behind the sh.o0ting of V{ ayland," machine, which would blow up the Frontier Belle and was the final and nOw obvIOUS conc1USlOn reached by further he compliments Tom on the ingenuity he has Barbel." Some one-it will never be known whoms hown in making the infernal machine which he states, saw Tom -and Hank quarrelling. They saw Hank kill he has buried in the coal of the fur-packet. Oh, you Tom. tl' hey then shot Hank from ambush, knowing richly desenT ed your You villain! that after he had killed the rich owner of b,jCst COil1 Barbel his fac.e, at the dea<;l. form of th,e old in Alaska, that there wou,ld be the s ure fleeing miser. ': .' . of Hank from the Tqen the assassiplobted Here ;;I.lso is a letter written from Chlcago by: Anne botE.:!>0dies and in haste pap.ers I found To\vns e nd, saying she was about to start for A:1aska, ,and upon Tom." }. w buld catch the }i'rontier Belle at Fort Kalla, on the very Barbel mused over the strange fate ;that had taken date that Ghost-Dancer says he pttt the i1bfernal Machine the two men he was so anxiol1s to arrest beyond his ,) t th e Fr01-ltier, Belle. It is as I suspected. Tom Tg,wnr feeble scope ; ,se1ld t ried (0 assassinate Anne Townsend by means of "They are facing a higher Juqge than a United that infe rllal machine." States one thought Barbel, "and well-I can B arbel again shgok his face at Tom, who now was, sell Kitty Cary and Anne Townsend to that dLVeluc kily fOLhim, bey,on all earthly vengeance. ke eper Dance:-House lim.' 11 "Here is a memorandum of an agreeme.nt betw' een Aft e r a few seconds, BaJ;bel broke into a hearty: T om and .Bank Wayland, the outlaw, l to kiU Anne for laugli. . _"'" ij '/, . a ca s h consideration; sum not specified; but as I see ' 'Thank gootlneSs r never, neVer will have to be. t wenty-five thousand do'llarssppken of further alohg Kitty Cary again. There's no thin' in being a girl; take ... this mass of figures, r fancy that was tHe price agreed it from me." u p o n by the hyo thugs, for the murder of Anne." Determined to notify some one would look after the Barbel speculated i,n silence beside the bo ies for a bodies of the two men and who wo'uld see that at least s h ort space. \ the y W ere decently buried in unmarke d graves, Barbel '" If I don t find a bullet wound directly through the hurried"'forward to Fort H o pe. I bac k o f Hank where )le has been assassinated He h a d not forgotten aU t ime the plight bf Anne f rom a mbush by one of his men, I will be greatly surT o \ r n s end but h e had see n that he must take up e'ach p ri s ed," summed up Batbel. I '.am going to turn this thread of the work of unearthing the outla,w band and m a n vVay1a11 d over and the 'resf:ue 'of A/me as the han<;l. <;>f fate him to THe heavY; bulk of the deaq., olltlaw, now inert and do. t I limp, wfls no easy, thing to over; but after a brief The death of Hank is p r o bably: w e ll known arr:dng / struggle Barbel, little as he was, managed to accomthe outlaws," cried Barbel, "and with his death the p lish the work. . band will disintegrate as does the snow particle;:; beA deep of blood, in the back in a line with the neath the rays of the sun. The Hank Wayland band bandit's heart showed where a rifle bullet had struck .is broken up, I may rest assured. With the death of a nd t a ken away the scoundrel's life. T om, A nne his f ortune, for he has no other Ah. heir and I rescue her at all costs." There was a world of in Barbel's tone. But he didn't say anything about that little lapse in l Quite as I thought. Tom was killed by Hank, in the m atter of uanita Disidero being a mere man, and, one 0, those street brawls, when the, of lia ble t o when thi s trick of the memor;y the revolver, is called;. upon to settle Alaskan misunmade it 'most c0nvenient. \ derstandings. Hank shot down Tom in cold blood, B a rbel his journey, 'and he had sent before Tom could eyen try to grasp we(j.pon. Then, back some men to look-after the bodies of the miser, some assassin, over there behind that tree, and outlaw, Barbel hurried to the shaft, at the bottom only a couple of hundred feet away, near the trail, took 6f which lay the tunnel, where he knew from the con a chance at Hank, and sent a bullet versation between Alava Ricardo Cind Juanita Disidyro, into his back, .which passed through the outlaw's was immured 'Sweet Anne Townsend. heart." Nearing the shaft Barbel saw, a sight that made his Having pieced out the story of the crime and the blood turn to water. manner in which it was committed, Barbel, wondered Disappearing down the hole in the earth, .down to at the reason behind the killing of Tom. where Anne ,Townsend was confined, now almost a Revenge? h,opeless prisoner, Barbel saw vanishing the form of I don't know! Alava Ricardo, the outlaw, whom he had last hurled

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. prostrate to which he had been lured by Juanita Disidero. He goes to murder Anne! cried Barbel. (( The J101mted Ranger's Desperate Ride!" the brave young 'man cried as he went hurrying down the dark, mystic, deep shaft, to the depths below in his at tempt to stop the of i}nne Townsend from reaching his prey. The cable tore Barbel's hands as he spun downward. His clothing was almost set afire by his speed. But he soon learned that a pressure with his legs about the cable would reduce his speed, but he fell, it seemecl to him right down into the bottomless pit, Barbel gave a shout of anger and despair when he with the speed of the wild whirlwind, across a desert CHAPTEtR XVIII. A DESPERATE RIDE. reached the shaft. with nothing to check its flight. There had been steep and trembling ladders, old and Nt:ver before had he imagined that he could have rickety along the sides of the shaft, Barbel felt sure, clung to such a precariql1s ,hold as he was doing now. up to a few moments before his, arrival, for one of the But Barhel in the rush of darkness that went speed ladders' lay on the ground by the, side of the shaft, ing by him was -sure, that if he held on that he would broken into' mere kindling wood. win in this dreadful, this desperate ride. The big bucket, by which in the time the shaft, was Barbel was right. in active use, and before its abandonment, ,coal had His feet struck the bottom of the sh(j.ft with a thud. \ been hauled, was missing now. He fell headlong, but quickly regained his senses, Bu(the rope, a cable that Barbel saw was sufficient A light was swaying ahead in a tunnel. to bear a great weight was'trembling in the shaft, and He dashed toward it at his top speed. as the windlass over which the cable twined was all He carried his revolver now. paid out, and only the end of the rope s!lOwed above What 'was this? the surface, Barbel knew that Ricardo had torn the' He saw Anne kneeling down trying to escape the ladders to bits so that he could not he followed and knife that Ricardo was holding over her head, and . -......: i had rl1'shed down into the mine in the buCket. which he was about to plunge into her white throat. "How can I follow him?" cried Barbel in agony. I Barbel raised his weapon. I must find a way to get to the bottom of that mine Its flash and roar lit up the scene, and seemed to or Anne will be murdered by that thug.') deafen all in the narrow tunnel. The thought came to his mind that in going down There was a choking cry and the outlaw fell forward the shaft to kill Anne-for he knew that after the blow" dead. he had given him, Ricardo would never rest until he had avenged himself upon him, by killing ardo must have known some way in which to leave the depths after his horrible crime had been committed. I St1ppose he will swarm up that cable-.,.or aoes he know of some concealed entrance to' the mllle other than we know of?" speculated Barbel. Then a sudden thought came to him. If that outlaw can swarm up the cable, why can not I slide down it?" This idea ran through Barbel's head. He knew. that the danger to him was great for he knew nothing of the depth of the shaft, its dippings, its angles'lwhere it lead, or how reached the tunnel, below, while Ricardo knew. absolutely all these facts from frequent visits to Anne. But Barbel didn't h ,esitate a monient. \ He grasped the rORein his hands. It was twisted into a cable, half of rope and half of wire, and was just about of higgness enough for ,Barbel to. grasp. 'Barbel twined his legs about tile cable. He firmly grasped it with his hands leaving his horse .to look out for himself as best he might. ;B
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/ Standing Alone at the Head of Its Clau , The American Indian Weekly PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY Thi s great w ee k l y i s a rad i ca l d e parture f rom all other fiv e-cent weeklies that are now being publis h ed It ha s the greates t s t o ri e s of f r o nti e r life, o f Indian s and o f the far West that have ever been i ss u ed. The s t o ri es are l o n ger t han t h o s e p ubli s h ed in any o ther five ce nt library, exce p t the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They a r e all ed it e d b y Col o n e l Spe ncer D a ir the mos t ce l ebrate d Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and G un F i g ht e r of m odern fictio n . A n e w numb e r i s issu e d e v er y T h ur s d ay. LIST OF TITLES No. 1. THE OUTLA W S PLEDG E ..................... -........... I or The R aid on the Old Stockade No.2. TRACKE D TO HIS LAIR ............... ....... .... ... or The P u rs ui t of t h e Midnight Raider No.3. THE BLACK D EATH ....... . . . .... .' .................... or Th e Curs e of the Navajo Witch No.4. THE SQUA W MAN'S REVENGE ........... ......... . ............ or Kid n apped by the Piute s No.5. TRAPPE D BY THE C R EE S ...... .... ....... . ...... : .... o r Tric ked by a R e negade Scout No.6. BETRAYED BY A MOCC ASIN ....... ........ ... .. :or T h e R o un d-Up of t h e Ind i a n Smugglers No.7. FLYiN G CLOUD S LAST STAND ................... .... o r The Battl e of Dead Ma n s Can yo n No.8. A D ASH F O R LIF E .......... ; ...... ............................. or Tricked b y Timbe r Wolv e s No. 9 THE DECOY MESSA G E .................. ': ...... ....... ... or The R u s e of the Border Jumpe r s No. 10. THE MID NIGHT A L A R M . ... ... . .... .............. or The R a i d o n t h e Paymaster's C amp 10. 1 1. THE MASKED RIDER S .... ........ ....... ................ o r The M y ste r y o f G r izzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLA V:lS .. . .... ...... ...... . .... .... or T he Mou n t e d R a n ge r 's D esperate R i de TO B E PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY Febru ary 2 3 N o 13. ST A GE CO A CH B ILL' S L AST RIDE . . ..... or The Ba nd i t s of Grea t Bea r Lak e Ma rch 2 No 14. T H E TRA GEDY OF HANG M A N' S GULCH .... o r T h e G host o f Horn Mountains Mar c h 9-No. 15. T H E TREAS URES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES ..... .... . o r Th e Outlaw's Drag-Net Mar c h 16-No. 16. -HE LD UP A T SNAKEBASIN ........ .... ...... ... or T h e R e negad e's D eath-Vote Mar c h 23-No. 17. Ma r c h SO-No 1 8 THE MAIL RIDER' S D ASH WITH DEATH . . . or The D espe r a d o o f P oker Fl a t THE R E D M ASSACRE .......... . . . ...... o r The HoldU p Men o f Barr e n L a nds A pril 6-No. 19. THE'i'vIYSTE RY OF THE ARCTI C CI RCLE ..... ... . o r Th e R obbe r s' R ound-Up A pril 13-No. 20. HOUN D E D BY RED MEN . ........ ...... or T h e R oad Age nt s o f Porcupine Ri ve r April 2 0-No. 21. THE FUR TRADER'S DISCOVERy ............... o r The B rotherhood Thi eve s A pril 27-No. 22. THE S MUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ..... o r The Trappe r 's Vengeance M a y 4-No. 23. NIGHT RIDE RS OF THE NORTHWEST ............. o r Th e Vigil antes Reven g e M a y ll-No. 2 4 THE SPECTRE OF THUNDER BOLT CA V E R N . or'Tricke d by Midnight Assassins The AMERICAN I N DIA N WEEKLY i s fo r s a l e by all news d e aler s and b ooks ellers, or it will be sent to any address p os tpa i d by th e p u blis h e r s upon' r e ceipt o f 6 c per c opy, 1 0 copies for 50c. All back n u mber s a l way s in s tock. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO ; U. S. A .