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Tragedy of Hangman's Gulch, or, The ghost of Horn Mountains
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American Indian weekly.
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EVERY ffBOY SCOUT" SHOULD READ''{fHIS .. \t,;_ SPENCER. DAIR TRFvWRAGEDY OF HANGMAN'S G ) No. 14 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND' s 'ct

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1 \ ,THB ARTHUR WESfB1Hl:(}X OOM'PAftYJ mila, t1. B ;A. Published Weekly. J3y Subscription, n.w per year; 6 mo.nth$. NO. 14 Co pyright, 1911 by lDe Arthur Westbrook Company. of Hangman:s Gulch or ,. The Ghost of Hom Mountains PRLN'CIPAL OHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Ro y JEROME-The handsome, brave, resourcefUl young sur veyor in the employ of the Hudson's Bay Company. He was instructed .to survey a stage -coach road from Fort Simpson, at the junction of the Liard and Mackenzie Rivers, in British North America, to Fort Enterprise, also In the great North-West. The route led through the Horn Mountain s and when the surveyor was stationed at Hangrhan s Gulch, a tiny hamlet, he first heard the grim warning of the Ghost of Horn Mountains. The romance that followed the warning 0f the spectre, and the dangers thr.ough which the young man passed, is a st.or,y of aeeds and the ma n. ,.ENID VVILsoN-;rhe romaqtic daughter of "Old Man" Wilson, thericnest miln in the hamlet of Gulch. If at first feather-brained, and with a habit Of dabbling in o c cl1lt and gho s tly things, that led her to terrible situ ar ti 0 n one night in a lonely g rave yard, Enid at la 'st came to the front as a -brave and clever girl who after qU, found her heart's r omance. Enid, is a North Western girl of spirit, and she pliyecther part in this true tory of reail peoJlle, in a way that endeare d her to' all her friends. OWEN JUDD-Through this clever man there came much Joy to his friends; and to his enemies there came the iron glove that shielded the velvet hand. Owen Judd' is a man of deeds aI,d a fit associate and faithful friend of Roy J er:oriIe's through I many a dangerqus enterprise. There is nothing that shows the test of a man so much as his ability, to make friends and keep them. t' BAD BILL Wn.LiAMs-Ou1!aw, counterfeiter, thug, gun-man and desperado. He played his brief part with a high hand, but when the law that he had flouted set its hand upon his shoulder he met his fate like a man. There was no one iliat more deserved his dread fate than did bold B:ad Bjll -who fiUs a bandit's grav e with his boots on,
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THE AMERICAN'INDIAN ','" ,they in the mi,?st of tIie great chain mal<'ing: .up :Hor.n' M0urtt a:ins. ge1P' 0i,the \ ,,', " ", f;orig-ht a ,. /-' .f :f D "Cl), \ -I" <.... (, I ''''). :1 " t ? ,y?ur ;ea., "" . WiJ low River-, a ful awa1ts you at the for which you itig lustX stream. ".',' :} j " .Mount .. rivers, g reat . o f A tap, whIte figure shrIeked these at 'Roy, wltd beasts, all the ,@f the wIld w91'1d" Jtrome ' I',' :' ,'l onl;y. t9. yield to' luan's domination. lay' lit sto,oel high abo ve h 1 m up on a craig ,that sprang, him on eveiy side. ',' rom the s ide 6f the' gulch along which he ,V'{as ,1,:>roA few mile S away Hangman's GulCh dung to' ,the' ", side : 6f a ) rttgged hill tfle oq.Iy town in a y.reek's journey Roy J } " / ip dire cti'on. : ,,' \ : ' A 'thrill ran tHr qugh' his bl'awqy'Lfor }n.\} : just gi'y e up thiS'1 ; iddle," cried J,er01ne aflength., : 1 ft!s : ;, l go and fiinq" its g iobenl?g "whfte lIps seemed to "be j mu.tterm?, 'Owen J l ldd, ',He 'was up here a ew months agGl befove 1'1 cur se ; .' ' we ran our .line here He may know sOl.n e,thi'ng about 'Beware! I "" this m ystery." ," The speetral figure words Jerome s}arte?-. off at a good pi:\.ce. ... Then it turned ansi fled, leaping frow r?ck tp ,His hunting-boot s urged by' a pai r Qf strong legs, s ct1ttering along dizzy heights .until jnto made goo d i?peed. . tlle bro o ding purpl e -rim that marke'p.' the' 'Irysterious, As h e"'-darted o Ne'!' the bmw of. a hill he saw Judd I s hades of Horn in Mackenzie slowf y along "':British No rth Al)ilerioa \' ',. Stip high 'er up the mountainsiahead Judd to' :',\, .. ,,," : be heads qf the II v '\' He rubbed 11l,IS !\;"" ' "Hi, JlldtHY yelled Jerome, A grave, wl1# 'Judd '''Vas makiilg those apparen 'tly jtim>l' ess passes /llC muttered. j .', ' , with h is arms at the chain : me 'l1", whioh } alwa..ys cause His eyes tl aced the heights which wo nderm el;t in the non-surveying mind : sbled: , f stopped and l o oked back at Jer0me. "Could a hum a n being' climb those heights, "Hi,,] Judd called back. glaIice : those awful dep ; hs, and liy;e?" Dve' r I want see ] tt tl ',.. , S : ( ':" erome mll< ere, , , ure. , The" heigMs 'and ,,'depths themselves seemed./p wiping s itentl v make al1 an ,swer t p Jerome's,wor<;!s" the his fore he ad. , < flornea 't ly an holi i tli e "young ma,n puzzl ed o ver the' }l;dd " quick 'ly "gve seen' a' -' ,:)' i J \ Ill,. I'r ,h,<. ,,:"\. " mystery, ., ghust, j No solution carne : Judd scra t ched the bac}<:. @f his neck. I ' the' visipn h e had, "Hum." ,:,:: \, ,", ; I,; j T el'0111e ex p ect etl' s,ome: episodes N I blOW' it sounds 'But it wOllie l l;e Hlet {yi ,th when he and his gang 6 f chain ghost' .""" men Istarted to block Otl t a new stageline, through the ,.' < m an y miles of' mountain, plain, 'heights, a?d depths, There v as dry sai'casnl in Judd's itone' : betwe e n Forl! Si : mpsol1 the Juncture of the, Liard' Judd pulled :i l e af froni a ,tree and,began to chet\r it. Ri v ers to fort Enterprise, the Cop'His eyes:' the tall ,mountai n 8nowpennine Rive r. clad top was, filmy with a of .e16>ud. The H ud s on's Bay Company who employed Say, JerOme, if YOll 'saw a gho ,;>t" I'll make a oet Jero me to do w'ark anxious for a direct with you," I of c0111murlicatj@i1. between th' e two' points.. V\Tl\at, do YOLl w.ish ,to wager?", ". .. had i'Ten cioiIars." "';0 ", '; (aria, 'elia!'!. 0/ ullI qt " ' h a d made excellent

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Y o u mi ght." \71[ o ul d yo u mind t elling it t o me without any more ct Whftt doypu w ap t to bet on?" ct That t.h'e you s f v-: a one/: :' J l1d,d gnn,ned lIke an amIable monkey. quibbling?" R oy, I'd rather Y ou jus t f o r get this con f ounde d bus in e ss. I w i s h to thunder that yo u hadn' t s e en that g h os t J e ;ome said a word that would not look well 111 print. .. ) ct,Stop your confounded habit of levity" a:t;ld get l'ne light to. throw on this mystery, 'cried J eroI?e. "Very good. What kind of a light do you wish? wiil electric do, or will a plain statement of fac t be better? ct Facts. Boiled down facts is what I wi,sh. ct All right. 'you did see something." I ' Pshaw, I know that." ct It wasn't Hangman' s Gulch booz e, Rpy; b1,1t you did s ee something: ct Yes yes." I fH M ." ,t You saw the ghost 0 o rn ountavns. I saw what,?" "The ghost of those mountains a r o und, o v er, and beyond us." ct Well I will be dashed." ct Queer thing, isn t it?" ct. It is." ct But it's a fact." Ah? ;' ct Oh, :r don.:! know h o w to -explain it." Anyone else seen the wraith?" "Yes. Most anyone who comes up 'here -sees it." How do they describe it? ct White !figure, tall ; g ib,be rs, mow s i t s mouth, shakes 'its hand at you.'" .... Roy nodded. ct T4at' s the figure I saw. You describ e it Do p .eople who have seen it say anything about any words the figure speaks? 1 ct Some times, they say, it speaks. Other times, it only shakes its blooming skinny fist at one.' ct When it, speaks what does it say?" U B e ware! -Return to y our own death a w a i ts you at the p oint fo r w h i ch yo u ar e h e ad ing ; Roy turned pale. ct Thos, e are the exact words the' witch used v.: hen I saw her not an hour he' crie4 ct I ,had supposed so," dryly replied Ow.en. ct Now Judd; asked R oy, "would you mind tellin g meer-you-k,now, well, say, Judd, doe s anything happen i when one goes along one s pa.th, after the ghost there gives one a warning?'" Judd plainly did not want .to answer. ct Why do you not tell me?" asked Roy in an ir 'ritated tone. "Say, Roy, I'd rather not." ctWhynot?" , I'd rather not tell." 11")" "Then ther, e is a isn't there? ,,,', Yes." ct I supP?se I can guess the reason," L oo k here, O w en. You know me pretty well?'" ct Oh: y es. ct You know I get what I usually go after? ct Yes." ct \i\T ell I'm goin g afte r a solution of this aJ;lcl as you s a y y ou can enli ghten me I warn you, as yo u a r e o f min, e y ou've got to cough up the fC),cts ct That m eans if I d o n t our long friend s hip is at an . ct' A b out that.''' Well, R oy, if yo u put it that way I've got t o t a l k of c o urse." ct YOtl h ave. Now go ahead. " WeJ l they say up here-I don't suppose it rea ll y t rue-that when one gets a warning fr o m G host of Horn Mo u n tai1l8 tha t one had, ob e y the' warning." ct If o n e d o e s not? ct T h e warning usua ll y com e s true." -,. ct T h a t i s--?" ct Death e nd s the caree r of t h e one who does not h eed the warning." Roy and. Owen l ooked steadily into e a ch other's eyes for severa l s ec o nd s Each was tall, broad -shouldered, robus t and power ful when i f came t o de a lin g with
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i! ,t... THE,AMERICAN INDIAN.: WEEKLY.' ,t,;\, { ,,' ., "But at the ,same time I 'am not stu<;k 011 the lady to be 'rwrinkle tthat showe.d ghost that me.' ; '-,.. .\ I e'vid!1ced '11er the: What are you going to do about it? '"' 'cards ',w hich ,s11<:; s hd.uld accept.,' '" .. ,.t { Continue, right ahead in of the 'Gho.'st-' i' PI. : j3tit'i wh9, ean p e twenty an? 1J I I dR' l (j' t, i? I' ... 4. I. 'Ij' P,"", \ ot 110rn., ll1oull1'tains! "answere oy. ;' ,"', ,lse'I. i, ",: ':, 'I" "':,. ; .. '",I ,,' y ': ,."' 1 Like an echo of hi s words a malev:olent laugh r O ld Madge "wnose' place 111, the; hamlet was tliat of \,' I' J ' t : I' .. ,. (. 1 hurtling dow n from the mountal11s. ,J( ," fortulle-tel!er, : w.hat was Beware! Beware, Death! Death L -,. more of Bad7Blll W1Ula111s" the gunagain the phantom warned the tiro ; : of the r;,Olltier,. the spluggleF, thief, outlattr and.. terror of Jhe town, had a thousand avenues' men. The ghostly -laughter rose, an,d fell, like the s queak" dOWl1 erept her ing of midnight wind 'skipping from gra;ve..lstone ,,' The sh,..e .,in' 'tu, m grave-ston, e in a '"' :'/ l', It: h h har,td ' a,nd S 'QP w?-r, nirlg again! ;, Roy'. "Owen, listen!. , with .. she '" P0wers Beyond! the, 'f",,' ',1., "" '" f h N o oneharkecJi back soii t ces a the ag s 10-, ormatiola. N o one see that she only' 'gave them at' second hand, ,the facts that ofiad' slyly accumulated in her, wanderings through the ham' let. THE FORTVNE TELLER! S PLOT, Mmder! G00dness!" cried Enid Wils.on" "Oh, Mother Madge, do not, tell me that there is to" be ( A ; d 'ark man loves y ou. man', a ,mu;c;1e, r my '",' love s yo u. Tak' e are The tell p f b1oqdshed. Child, 100k out, be careful," mumbled the w1tch, Your, eyes will1i'gltt spark that in "1} a danger. It ',' I ",' , ,', 11)eanS t ,1'& ub1r you do take' care 'and< 'not let O ld "Madge, tI'ie of Havgman's hiue' eyes fall up o n was muttering these' words, pack' bf .. greasy "" "" 1 playing-cards ina hut, foul, dark, ,I" '.' 1 "" J dreary. I , .', l :1 ,After all it's gratifying" to be told o ,ne, is fasciOld Madge" a hag of uncertain years, temper,. 1 \ating; that one has,such eyes tijat one and appearance crooned these words. cause n 1Urder to be done f0r aglan;ce in otie'!(,direction. Thtr crone's gray ha,ir shaded her" face. ',',,' It was so romantic,' Realiy quite you But interested observers might have seen'that 9eJ:li1)d k'how.f"', ,i',',' ", ',', 1 ,',,, ,J .' J j "., r f. the shie ld 6 f the hair, peered shrewd' ey ,e,?; cQvetous, EJil'ic}; in happy; content.' ,,', ," r t f I '. \ ,1t and intelligent . .I .. I ,I :,,'.' th<:;li e notnihg tHat r can do to" prev$!nt a :; The, 't t\yinldy the" of, m:eali,(of. the liglit \and man?" 'the v:rrinkled face 'showed tlie ye;trs that had passed asked ')" '.,," !" 'I I ,..; If f!' .( tijei f scrutin.y of e v ents, tp plck Ol'd eyes bright to, the bra111s of a pretty gIrl that sat WIth her greta blue a ,mere slit. 'f'" eye;:; fixed on the cards. ,,: ' "-'/ spe'tell little' rnore mystery Her attitude,'befrayed the breathless q,st011lshment ,was nece 99ary ." '/" J"" that possessed her. I" 'I f,' .. "Hush, girl! Would you drive away the SIlirits I Enid Wilson, was,the greate;,t catch" that, had, of
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. ,-, THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 5 o ) The cabin appeared to grow will quietly PVt it in your father's safe and take gold -'Enid lool<:ed. at Mother Madge. 'j. out in stead, why you can bring gold here to me The .hag' lay l;>aek in chair, her mouth a nCl I will loa),! you one hundred d011ars' 'worth. Then op n, arid fro'm .her long, sli m nose. tan' keep your. tryst at the tonight." ; : of &"runts, writh-',' How muo h is the bili for? asked Enid. In!$s, !!ncfed a time : in the opening of }wink-' "One dollars." ling e yes. " why 'don't YO)1 take the bill directly to sait u p I ;. He.' will change it for you." She 'passed her wri),!kled ,trembling hands ovel' her O ld Madge shook her head. fa c e : Don't let 'anyone know/' the hag said as she sank The crone at Enid. her voice to a lp w whisper. "I owe your {ather m oneY . "Is it you dearie?'" Madge said in a faint voice, I am not ready to pay it. It is borrowed money. If dearie me, but 1 W,=\S in an awful traTtce .' I.,seen I take that bill to him your 'father, would deduct what }"t ' I I \ .,.... J ,them splnts, a comm' from every dlrectton." ;, I have, Qorrowed. You .know what a hard man your 'The c;rone shuadered., <.' father i s . , "Was it spirIts 'that came ,here fLnd left this package. I This fict known to e very man, woman and in my hands? asked E:nid in an awesonie voice. child in flangm,an's Gulch. I "What packet? asked Mother Madge. Enid's father heed the' reputatio n of being "near" Enid extended it. in 'his " to you," said. ;VVith an expression that showed she fully understood' "Why so if is," cried Enid. the reason for the remarks of Old MadgeJ Enid finally Her, himble white fingers opened the nole, which corisented to try and make the substitution. was, written @n a dirty bit of paper. I suppose aU you want' me to d Q is t@ take that This, is what the 'rtote said: thousand 4011ar bill and put it in my fa:ther's safe, get ,t ,,' the same sum/in gold, return her\! .with the money to r I f If yo.uwould the pame' of y'bur you, 'and you w ill loan me one hundred dollars till my be at the oak-tree next allowance day, when I w ill repay yO'u?" queried in the, church grave-yard in Hangman's Gulch Enid, who was to show that she full y 'unaerat midnight. Place a piece of money worth, stood the 'request of Old M adge. one hundred dollars, in a hole you wi11, find in The cunning in Old Madge's face was infinite as she the root of the tree; When you done. so, answered. strike a match. You w ill find as'you go'out of' "'That i s,' all I want you to do. It is eas y Old the church-yard. gate a note. Open it. It will Madge doesn', t want more'than is her due-of course : contaiq / tb'e ,n;me of tl ; e man yo u will marry. YOlI will pay me ir,tterest on the one dollars, '. 1;'he note will be pim)ed to the chtirch:'yard dearie?'''. I I gate. " E 'd d'I prc : )J111se. . ; Enid's lace was white with dread H y see,'" added' Mothe r Madge, that is 'the t:flessage them spirits, hq,s sent to yo u. " I riever wou1d dare to go to that spot. \A cnarch yard' at midnight! Ugh!" said Enici Dearie cried h ; g. "How Y:olt'll go, my dear. T feet sute you will." ,.'.,' "But I '1; haven't any Papa say,s that he has shut me down ,to" m y aUdw<\nce. I don't know where I cOll ld get a 'htindred ' Old Madge' l'eered horribly at the girl. Why "your father has lots of money in his safe. Why clon't you'get some from it? He'll never know." "Oh, I do that!" cried Enid iIi affright. "N,qw I'll t ,he,n' what you may dot cried' Old Madge cpntent, ,A let matters' take their c?urse now:' "You are good' the. ,money: But de 'ari e, I . ,haY e ,n't any ,m01'l\!y lOne ,bill; ilie ,savings 'of my life. If' you will take that 1:lill and. Then a ll you have to do is t o hurry home and get fhe m 'onev,' ; c ried the crone. "I w ill be waiting' for f1ere dearie." "1 will be back in an hour,>' cried the girl as she" 111,1rried towar d her home. O lel Madge stood in a attitude for several minutes. A great black 3 reUO\l\r eyes.'came and rubbed againsti : her, put she' let its bland.ishme 'nfs pas, s un, heed ed I t Old Madge not, coI),tent with ,at length strode t o the doo r an.d looked out. Hearing riothing that to announce the re turn of Enid, the croi},e with w itch-like haste rushed. back into her hut. S-t':ts Bill," she hissed. A closet stulk into one ,side of the mom, but with so ,much caxe that 'no chal1ce glance would b'etr.aY its \ .' hi .ding place, slowly opened. .. A grea, t s hock 6 f black ha,ir a veno-

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THE' AMERICAN WEEKLY. / \" mous thrust itself into the, vis io n , passed ahout a good deal 0tlght -to put. in the Madge. if 1-i ,f outlaw:,.!' l F 'Y;\ n' 4 t 'd f: j. ,.J "Ah :g' ill! That'Ej 'my' gopcl',b0Y, com e iight j We all, bo'y. Then I pubbed the pill The girl's gone." ina 'a;ft.!'!r tpai I ' # A which oat, and I a clothes -,.-", 'made nO motion 'to, its hidirig p)ace.:, 'P" Good ,:w:ork" Mother,:' the hag.'s "You fOoll," the man cried, "why' didn't ,you open ful so ,n," we;. are/safe I think. It doesn't seem to, me the ventilato r in the back of this closet. l was:'-most' that anyone' can get on to u s ; I hated to' haVe to suffocated." any bill here in this hamlet:,' Bill, 111y dear boy. I forgot'to do it: Oh, how:. I .!kn0w .Bin, "but boy yqu,r last drunk here badly I felt when',I But I was deep in all the money I h 'ad to s :quare things'with the China stuffing that fool girl, Bill, then, and you know my mam you shot up: Oh; Bill, why will you get so son, I couldn't leave." ' : crazy' wnert y;ou are it was' a}oblish thing a 1 A s7concl's tving of oaths 'Was the 0nlff, Feply. sl1ootin' up 01 that J Chink, Billy. You have been figur, "Billy boy,, you splenditlly," cried the; hag illg; if{ too much ; gun-vyotk here. lafely.)$, ReJIlember how, 'mother.' Tlrte girl never' When yoti threw. \J. Hangman's ; Gtilcb. got its name." those }'Vet matches'tied to that thread 'oat 6 the Nonsense, Mother . Th'e rope isn't' twined that closet and then them back to your tiidihg place, will hai1g me, nor is tlJe hyffiop grown 'to make it ,1. was startled myself, It look 'ed just like them spirit 'I supPQse they call-.. place 'Hangman's Gulch lights we read about that the reai produce." because ot 'its, Qeing the place where they hanged "Them's the, only lights any ever promen who didn't conform to certain laws, duced!" yellec;l Bill. "W, hy, Mother," fhere ,ain't 'nd eh? '. ghosts ',,' " They brought men ,here ten years ago whb' wouldn't .. "Don't be'l too 'sure Billy The're's one in the Horn take, a hint and jump 'out of the territory: when their ,(." t ",.; J ., that's a glwst enough for: you,',ol >any' other guns g 0,t
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. < THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. j girl Enid back again. To yOUI' place, .boy. 'Be qu : ick." r.' Enid as she sped back to Old M;ildge ; 'with a 'do,i1at s : 1 n 'yellow goJd coit i s 1n her pocket, I knew that she about'fo enter the ,the'most dangerous counterfeiters in the great N3(J:'1 W ,t,-e ; . 'THE $1,000 BiLL'S /. I "If Roy. J erome in ghosts as' he says does ;" J thbught Owen, 'then things are turning up side down in this fair world. But by Jove, it"looks to ni'e as if he {t!id 'have an" idea that he saw a ghost. But while 1 didn't see the I certainly heard 'her voice utter:ing that warning. Thui\der, hbw she did shriek it outi' f. ,Owen's flesh felt cold as he thought of the "oice with s uch an \111ear'thly as it whistling down to where' he 'and Roy stood. Owen s!1ook his head in an manner. "By George.," he said, "if that ghost gets under. my l;at she will me in a bug-house.s00n. -I will that wOIC1an 1& on our 'trail all 'right," said shut up and stop thinking of her ladyship." ,Owen Judd to the young surveyor Jerome-, as they Roy J erorrie said n o more about the -ghost so far as both bent their ',g)a'ilces in the 'fr0111 ";hich he was concerned but the gloomy expression on his the Ghost ot Hbrn Moun .taJns had sent them a',deadly face that his rnind still on the strange warning: spectre had seen and was p.uzzled .over the :warning "No question that. But I m going to buck-and-given him . dance all over m y trail hereafter. I will give The two young men began busying themselves with her ladyship the chas'e bf he; life-I mean death, my. the duty of their work and soon were down lad, r e plied J the resu lts of their, efforts to layout a stage route, in Thunder, Roy, I iWisp you had not seen that sprite. th)ir field-book. , I A shade of tliat kind ought to keep 'tother side of t.he Two h ours 'later Roy stretched himself with a yawn. grave' But now, Roy, do you suppose'she is?" What' da y this?" he questioned of. Owen. V Oh, 'she? A ghost." "," Saturday." ,Really? "By Geo r ge, lim glad I t h ought of it." You beL" Thought -.of what? " Out for our blood." I must go down to Hangman's Yes." , "What for?" "You 're fooling a poor wa;:ward boy?" Didn' t you say it was Saturday?". Not a bit."" I did. What's that got to do with \ 1 YOUl; going to 'You take this, thing seriously?" the Gulch? : You qet I do." , Saturday is pay day." What ?re you' going to do about It?" S1.ue. "Going to. do nothing. What can a do to I 'haven' t enough money on hand'to pay.eff with." fight a ghost? : "Oh." -"Roy, you 'talk as if you believed in ghosts." :' So I .have got to go down to the G ulch and a ; I never did until I saw this one." draft cashed.'" Do yo u tl ; ink this one is a real ghost?" Ah. " I told you once I \ did ." If' I don't-well I'v e seen one ghost walk' today, ;, I ,vill be darned.;' and if I get paid you fellows won't get a chance "You needn't be." Be what?"" Darned," Op.' n:Iention it." I I won't." Owen .Iookes! furtively 'at He did not know whether to.take the sUl'veyo,.r at his worqs of such actual belief 111 the ghost, seriously or "jokingly, .' ' Owen ,knew that generally speaking Roy was a ser minded yot;ng man,' a trifle to
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\'. '.. j : .. THE AMERICAN INDIAN ;. t o we leit Fort Simpson, than I il} alHhe' "The back to the girl's cl1eeks lo .. ,j '\ N orth\I\T est. It's been a fierce stunt." ,,'Rqy 'wondered if she ho'o/ pretty 'she' was. "I raised in \ addition an able bodied :feale "Th atis unforthnate," oontinued Roy. cried Roy. ",' 0,", ",' r' ',i:. (( ghost remarked things of a 'bewating' liNe ";:f, hacl,'sbfue' business" *ith; your /. ,. , -i-" , I' \ I ,t 1. ,'I;. l ,\' i to me, and al'so to you,' in a 'Yay perfectly It impb);'f ,ant?" rejoined Owen. Noyv you run a Way; a;'nd get YOUF " Q ui t e 8'0.", ,," ,,1"_, J:!,' ",1., '" 'l '1"' .... '". 1!T co in. .I'll rush Qut this' last piece, flhq will send the" ShaH :I:' run over to'the house and get him?" and the axe-men' and the' markers 'aU back No, 'y;-bu 11e{!d 110t do that. I' wi'u over." early. You meet 'em at the Give me some f B ut; possibly I l'\lay. be eRabled to assist' you cash then and I'll take you over buy you ,stuff to \ vhat yo u want 'with,out Jour serid iri g my father. : take, away the' suTphur smell and taste that, ghost' you ,Roy thQugh t a mOlnent. 1, saw un has' left in your mouth." ',0, (,, not t his giri, daughter of the' Roy Igave Owen" a wry,sm, ile. -I" 'of and depa.rtment" store, ,cash his draft? I t, f' ,"" rIe then' trudged, down toward the ,hamlet reaving , 'Tht s t1: lOpght pa$sed "thrpbg4 iliqy's niind :' :'" OvyeIl day's ';'"01'k. r,," ,".. .,: In the three, month's that he ,had been" about Hang"' I Just wished to get your father to, cas t a draft; don't "\ Ii ',I ',. ''j ... .. man', s G ulCh, Roy.] erome ha' d made ma'ny friend's you kno.w. If' s pay night fQr, my gang. L find Many a cheery nod, a ,nd pleasant' wor/i fell to him as' ha:\ ;en'tendugh cash to settle ,up with." h e hurried to Old M'an bank, wh' ich A fevel : i s h gli ,tte' r carne Enid's eyes. eons is ted, by the of a safe, and a general stock of \ V assuch luck? \ lill'igecl: the caller. \ 11 " B 1\ o \ i For" Wilson';; '1., carried a stock for everything a / lIt a wax out. ..', , m an e y en t o ,f, good ,aU uh,det one mf\p.agc: to foist thi:!' bil :l,'tfppn iR-oy J 14 ,,' 'All '1!,;" h'," l d':" d ', h I :Q 'd" d roo. ", ,., 'I; "': ',' ", rl! t ougpts arte t 1l0Ugl :conI" S ) mm , alll qukjir' a.'stQl'e migqt t e',the .on I! c olor. t&at betra)'leci;. 1)tggest one 111. th<; place and look ;;mall "these Ul11er .lhe'r m agnifice!lt ideas '0' the, enterta,ined b y the befo[ ? 1-'. ni' c i' ,asked' ,the proprietor( di4 not appeaf abash Roy in ,the : For pne 'thousand i J.I.) j, lea st. ..' "" ' .. ''[, he girl" g av e a .jump. \'. \ He threaded th7 store grea.-t crumpled She 'h!'!r way clear now. ,". until he reached the office in the r ear, where the "," I don't .think' I have a tlollars in" the tall spa re form, and p.:'b 'ld Man Wil, a ,i son, o ugllt.to h 'flve t".',' ", i in 'St11al} Bi1,ls' ;or gpld. I havd 'sent ali the,moneY',Qut :r' R W'l ",' t" '" 'I I l.nstead oy son s very pr:etty "daughter, oh, walt, Mr, Jerome." i"';' 1 f. ',. 'I 1 l I' / 'f J-' -'r, I' ." 1 .. ,\" \' Enid,}ust closing 1the dqQr, entered. " to re<;olle .c't sorpe ,things for fiFst 1> I, '. '. Illl.. '( <' Roy gallatitly raised his cap ; I h e saw Enid y < '\, I'" 1, ".' stagger backward with a stifled 0'11," as she sharply which b ehincl her/' '" r. I' ,.' 'shut'the safe-door. 1,., ,,' I beg your Pilrdon, Miss Bnid," the.suryeyor said, "di d I star.tle you?" Eni'd smiled. I ,,' , Y e -s," she faltered, "')'o.u me, a l-it -t-Ie," ,r 1's' 'your fath,e\' in?" f' No. He has gone hOlne for the' day." .

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 9 She turned to Roy. Oh, Mr. Jerome," she said, I thousand dollar bill her.e. ,1 that will do, you are welcome to iv-" Roy thought hard a mo;nent. Yes, it will do very well," he cried. I' I can run oyer to the White Rabbit saloon across -the street t They can change bill, I'm sure. Then I can pay the gang off." " If you will draw up the draft-here's a 'blank," remarked Enid whose heart sang with joy. She had passed the fatal bill had turned it into the gold the fortune teller wished for, she would be able to keep, her church!.yarci tryst, and she would not l1\iv e to teli her father of the substitution of his gold for Old Madge's bank bill. ' Was there ever such luck," thought girl. Roy f01' his part intent upon the drawing' up of the draft did not the changes in expression that came ov e r Enid's face. He handed over ,the draft upon the Hudson's Bay C omp a ny, in which he had add e d the usual exchange cos t, took the tllOusand dollar bank note with a smile, l : a i s ed his cap, and ;wended his way across the way to t h e W hi t e saloon. T o m ,Godfrey a fat, 'happy looking Germ'an stood at the bar when Roy entered. 1\0," Mr. Jerome aind id, vos effer such luck. You koom dreenk '?liz roared Godfrey as soon as he saw' the surveyor. Jus t t.he man I want to see, Tom," answered Roy. Come over for change for this bill, will you?" Roy h anded the the fateful thousand dollar bill as he spoke. : A t'o usan, sure the saloon keeper cr.ied. He pullecl a 'Wonderful great roll of bills put of his p o cket, which made Roy r.emark that" that roll would c h oke a cow and "'soon had cou ,nted out, a pile of green backs which represented the thousand clQllars called for in Roy's single bill. The two mep stood at the b a r and chatted gally together. \ \iVhen each had" treated" several times Rpy sauntered into the faro ,foam of the saloon, watched a few deals of the 'cards a 'nd turned toward his notel, which further clown the street, bore the sign, de11, tal Hotel." I ' R0Y called ,the hotel Accidental" which came n earel' the truth than the origin a l sign. It was without 'doubt an acciclent that caused the hotel to be started as a hotel, first, and ontinue as' H o w goes it, cried Owen J ucld the l1ioment Roy reached the hotel. ( Fine." I' ' Gee you;' draft cashecl?" Yep." Well, the boys are waiting for their pay." , All right. Tell them to hustle up to our room in fifteen minutes and I'll qe ready." "Good lefl-ther. I'm pinin& to spend part of my cash. did you go into the White Rabbitt" s.ure." Any game on?" "You aren't going to buck the tiger, are you?" Never you mind. Answer my question." Well, if you must an answer-did you ever know when the White Rabbit didn't have a game on?" If No." Well, there was one on." "Who was winning?" " That is Exa<;:tly." "House usually does win." Surest thing in this world. Why you chaps will work hard to get money and then will run in here'and play it in against a game, you haven't the slightest chance of downing, is a mystery to me." Don' t you think the White Rabbit faro game is a sqbare one?", Sure it is. But don't you kn'ow that you are' doing the guessing? The saloon faro-bank dealer isn't guessing. He simply bets against you. The result is that y ou can't keep on guessing right. ')T ou may guess right some of the but not all of the time." "Then in the times I don't guess right the banker r eaps all I've made when I do guess' right?" Usually. The percentage is that while out of twelve "players, six may win, six will lose, and that of those six, the losses will nine'times out of ten be greafer to the bank than the winnings of the other six." "Hum! You don't think I can beat a faro game?" all tpe time. You may beat'it to-night. But' you' ll loose to-morrow. The bank is always there with the' splits' in its favor, the' sleepers' don't you kno w and all that sort of thing." By splits you mean the division which comes when ca "rds of an equal value lose or win?' "Yes." By sleepers yo"! mean the bets that, are put down by a reckless gambler and forgotten, o r by the bets made on cards that are' dead'; can not come ,out of the card -dealing 'box possibly and are, forfeit to the house." Sure." 1 you think my bank is a sure winner, how about y our sure money game, said a strange v oice, harsh and menacing. The two men whirled around. ,:rom Godfrey, owner of the White Rabbit saloon, Old Man.' Wilson, the banker, ancl a !pan whom Roy and Owen knew )Vas a constable in the Royal NorthWest Mounted Police, had' entered t'he room.

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..., I:r .( t-?",. .-" The s peak.er qad, been Tom Godfrey. '". be c areft'tL do J, ", 1 " d 1 d'd b ?" ",!: , '" ,', .. What ,\do "you 'lmean by h cOli'llng -In "here" Up-a 'l}':' I great"gran "sp en 1 py. 1/' ,', I : \ p o u u ce d i", shoutec 1: Roy, th'ardughly 4 a pgry "CiLt I t w a s a ,to n{ake an a ngel ; t tHe' in t n l sion upon his privacy.,' J\n cru,1!le stainea, wicked, .. wit. h ,", TOln GEy dfl ;ey"sne,ered, her bId ey es shirting with' Pllide becatrse }l!).er only son, He p.ointed at Roy. ;: had lynclfed his m 'isdeeds,w'l;.(l" H e ,tb' the Constable. 'a successf u l the' most'dcingetous man to '":, 40' t!!;ft ... he ma n:, th;ere, 'J?oy JerO:mff; .. a @n, e strike'S (at the basis of : allCivilizatioh, money. " I ( housand d ollar bill 'on me ftot tl-UO hpurs ag'o." , crIed the big thug. "No-: ': ,', ., man gets tne t rip I serve.another term in {aif.:"of j t l : :Lt's' pop goeshly head o'ff' when I sei1' can t 'wiggle by the cops..' : -Bm the i!totion qf a revolver to his head ; pu1li.ng t he trigget and, "dropping, to the floor" :, '\ Old Madge'shriekecIin hoilor. ';') >' "No } no, BiUy "boy, '.' she ho:vyled, ,Never 0ld, Madge the" tha t." life 'the1"e's hope, :Billy ; remember ", ',,'. ': '" ," that J i oy. Just be careful and not get ketched." i She was 'na,rrowly $canning 'the f a ce of hetboy, Bill Williams, his evH facerl'distorted, knew that he ;'" o ,titlfLw f.tlie q' n "thin 'ice : .' ) ,, D.icin' t I teU y,0\1, J?i1l: tHe girl back,' Ar(y moment the officers qf the law mighLhem him .:;.. I.' .'. :, I"t. 1. ... '" w l t ll1 the eash.'? L b ok here, Bt1ly b9Y, 'look here." in. ' , ",'. .' There' I ,aye',)!}. ;w i tcp-: He :way 01 it' hke eyes of tae,(aged 'Yhos e hag-like featuF es', he had 1udged that m the outsklrtsef the lonely hamlet' 1 I '0 '1' '" I "haq l,ost all their early,oe; ''-" ,.,' J o f discs o f v e'IlO'wii1etli r.' ( what thef,e HI S l a s t I drunk : ('however, ran I him sO'short of , )'1 ,,, ,'1 :T ,.,. ""
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. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 "Ain't there enou g h fe ll ows dangling after her? Why don't she pick out one and sen:d for a clergyman?", i l )' Billy boy i a girl is il'lways looking out for the other man. She wants that indefinite chap thJ t isn't n ere, .not the one that is at hand. So Enid fell into our trap. Lord, what a fool!" Did you let her have the one hundred plunks to put in that graveyard'?" I let her ha;"e one hundred nothings? " Yes." "I let her one 'hundred dollars, as represented by one of your bills, and when she comes to pay me, Billy boy, she will pay me in good'money." Bill's laughter was enough to shake the house . ': W hy, just tliink, : he cried, you get fool to exchan g e a bogus bill for real gold coin; you then give her a hundred dollar bill ; which will not give back to YO\l, but will in the grave-yard, but ,she will repay yot,J. in good money, when she gets herallow-ance-and then--" ,J, Billy boy, you are going to go out to th> e grave: yard to-night and get that bogus hundr.ed dollar bill. You can pass it over again." Oh! PIo! Hee! Bo!" shrieked Bill's wild laugh"Oh, mother, it's a clean up Talk about coun terfeiting. Prate of highway robbery-mother, that's High Finance. You ought to be down in Wall street., You're out of your class h e re. " The CFone grinned in of Bill's admiration. I flatter myself, I'm the goods she cried. Didn't I get to that gal in good shape? Say, she ain't got anything left. I took ,it all all the cash she had and didn't leave her the p. Ice of a chocolate caramel." f and son chuckled in unison for a space. Well, mother," at length said Bill, "you'd better give me that money." I You will let me have a little for myself, Billy boy?" Bill snarled a curse at the hag. Not on yer life. \iV ot te' ell do you ne.ed money fer? If you want any git out and earn it. This stuff came over so easy that it's crr oked'cash' That's my kind eli cash . You go and take in washing, and get clean money, old woman." Old adge her ,son would relenti She had seen him take too often a,ll the profits that came from her demon-like schemes: She only whimpered as .shegave Bad all the gold. Now, mothel',' the outlaw yelled, you come along witJ:1 me and run the plate press. I ain't' agoin' to be long, but I want ter' git about fifty thousand ten dollar bogus bills run off quick. I want ter express 'em'" out on the' next coach fOT F,ort Coppermine." Ain:t that pretty dangerous?" asked Old Madge? I T h ey m ight open your package o n the coach and then w h e re 'Would yo u b e ? " 0 h I've maske d the Pilpers The papers a r e heavy s h ee t s of bl o ttin g -p a per, and I'v e split each sheet and packed it fun with t h e bill s and then hav e pressed clown t h e l ) l otti n g paper in the p l ate-press, so it looks as so lid a s when made. Old woman; say, if they got a pie c e of the blottin' paper, they' d still think it looked lik e a bl ottin' paper, ; no one 'ud ever suspect that the paper had been d o ctored. " Hee! Hee! Hee!" tittered Old Madge, After all Bill y boy, I ain' t the only s lick one this game. You boy, about the best in the game. Bill looked gratified. "We make a pair, any 'how," he admitted. ";Now come on old "Yoman help me run off them bills." Bill led the way to the closet where he had watc h ed Enid and hi s mother in the farce-tragedy the _crone had figured in, and in whicp Bill assisted by play in g the part of the spirit, and also in making the fairy li ghts. Into the Closet he escorted his mother. Bill th'en fumbled with a padlock that confined a steel bar to the fl
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jl' H 1 !r .. TI-d: A11'ERICA.N INDIAN .WEEKLY. r y .. :..... .'1 'I } If I I)' .. Instea:p she hurried along, fearful 0 every grave, t,hat grave is the' daughter af'the paarest darting a if a mouse 'crept avd' a dry' leat, mp.ll in taw.n," ." .t J, ,# I and ;,: 'I .' t" C( Wha! ofl it? ". \ \ :There is the tree "In this the' richest they pres' s the are an a I :til' the level with the feet .af the paarest man." "Here at ) ,ast,"'\ l'he said. ")IJQW t a get tHe paper tremble, d, canta' ining the name af my-' futu r e husbartd--' Far th, e first time'in her pampered life 9he saw that s t00pl;ld daw'h : I there was no. distinctian in the grave between the rich She saw' something" white buried in a :bit af mbss the ' .' and end stiCking I. ,In the sIlence aLthe eene sp,ot there came the feel, THe Haper/'rtlie girl' ," ing after all riches did nat caub,t far so. much. '"Her, ";, Enid pre' ssea. l ier handkerchief to. her blue eyes, 'But the from its take r .e.uge' in walllan's il1ief re,uge and wea-' ing place a secand hand; cald, and white clased over pan. " her hanei. f. .. " Don:t cry. useless here. .Y a'll had bet-A shriek of fright ;burst the girb::.li'p. s : ter'sav' e yaur, tear s and confess why ,yau are here:" Hush!" cried the vaice of a man. "I wan't.", Enid sank to.' her knees. Enid s napp ed the wards. ce' I think, ybu will," gravely came W hY?, " AJ;1 aperi can{essian is gaad, far the soul.' : I 'a1l1 i{a, t to. can,fess; if "there's thing to., co1.ess." Yau afe/' I '" V" oman lik'e with the final" refusal, and statement that' she-wouldn't," Enid broke down esseq. Jt was all due "to Old Madge. \" 'The manWias silent for some seconds. Mapge'? he added in an' altered ton, e of VOlce. __" ,I, ' 'L'heFe, manifest in #is tone inflection. "She is a :Fhe 'girl's YiTorps invoke .laughter ,i n the' man s nloind. -He could be_ seen to be struggling with some of merriment. ' Oh" Old Madge is a fortune-teller." c( 'Yes" , "Did JOu her as to your' fortul1es? ' Yes-s-s ," ;' ,', But"You t9J d tpe that .,yo u were the daughter of the richest 'in. Hangman! s Gulch a n10ment ago. Why. did Y0U want .ta cansult Old Madge? So as to find aut you were gaing tal be some day? in the fitful mQonlight the man saw Enid shake her head in p rotest. ' \ "It she faintly repli'ed : If I didn'tcansult her abdut money." "Hum!

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.I. I ( I \ Yes, ." ,You w ill. :' t . .' 1'! C?f h e girl two if you w o r ? J o mc:;}' \.VilI. scream words.' tq' t"ake at?-y conf';., ro ots of' that I woJ,tW get s.omething 'I ,\ ,/ Y o u w ill lea v e fue, I \:\rill not leave you-" wanted Y >: Y O{l' ,will," ,cried girL ,; .".. "And you n o t for aid'," on' Was y ou wa'nted' to' be 111 a ca l m in bis v oice 'thaf' stilled the of the ',' ,,' ,j' ;1 ,,1 it I ". I II N" ";" ""' .... ", glr l. "0' '. ,0. i ""\Thv wi'll I nb t s cream for aid ? ," yVhat was ,to b e huried, there?': ,% only a pi e ,tt y a:' .. .;"'r' > ,ro '?," \ , 1 -,l, ... ,"(1 (,. I 'I I :,," ; .. I I "Tn ,", k 1., '1' h q n e "J : I". H,," -I. f en YGlu ,dont ,now l1S paper. you ay:e tal' I E ni'd bas:k : h ardly b e li e-Jin g frOqI' th,e rGlots of the tr' ee, con" h ad been "j(. ,.; tains? ; ; ".,A .foo l ? si1e c ried i,11 A "foo!.? : ; No.' 1 Yes, a i o ol. " ';. "But to put a p ie c e of' money valueq at "How d a re you!" "," ,, on e liu 'nored n a llars in the tree?: l s n o t : any girl a fool who home, and' Yes.' " J to a gra ve yard at ," ;:" "That'"is in the hollow matde ,by the'decayed roots A : 1 .anger ,,(fe'the' gjrL of " ',' ) ", ( ';,,; 9h'e .. ",' ./" ;',' ", F ''' any IgirI a f o ol,' yllll an lo,ur "Then wlia't w .as to, ':": 'tt' a man in the, and then "I \ v as to strike a match."), J, t h r ea t e n t o \ c all' for help?", e" ' Oh' that was 'to .be a signal that you had deposited W h y not ? I ' the '.1. .., I supp os e it i s to,be an easy matter f 6 r yo u ,to ex-., "Isup.,.po s e-e plain to your why' y 'ou' ,met a s,irange in Wh,atnext? P a church-yard? n ,.), < '.'/' I w as then to pass out oJ cliurch ga:te, over {'J;) ,1.icl s aY{ it all now. '" ,.. 'I 1-:went out there wa,s to the name of ,'; 'I, She'knew tha:t ,she dared 'not, screarn l t t.. w e t l Ii,ever ; mind." t I 'f' ,. I ," I... V h." .... \ l ", ( What pos sib l e eXplanati0 n ,you the, :,: The mqn snick,ereq. lleet.lpg'v",ith' me '," said. You, are' too ) ,i,'''1 ( r l " .l \ ,..)-, kno w :w-y,r .' " p ;etty.rank into a fOl1 r o ,u." don 't.cry;"t!J.e k indly. J'he m a n settled, his back aga}nst the" and get 1 < ;1:). I'" T 1;. I h h '1" { t om )-stbl1'e, I, .' I"... '... ilS, "tHere any ot er ,umi I a twlil ;VOu "NT J :,.,' 'I l h d I ;r.' I .,. f "",,,'" Ii J., ,,,,=, Iff ow ile Sig e : " ,,' ,l'i .. 'r" or;-'\ , it E ni'd opened',h"er mou' t h 'to. ;No \ : I prepC),ring a Why/girl you brewed Icame, ". j i'
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. ...... t-J:f ,, 1 ',(j ", ; TilE AMERicAN IN.D'IAN W 'EEKLY:'-"',', f' ,><' "I'" ,.f / ... :'Jl,,,.., 1<"/:':" . '.' lercilme o f the' the: figure e huckled ; <) \ VhetJ s ne'"t o l d'l: of. glvin'g. th' e.-t h o usantl : dollars ,in I I' {' '-" ,j ?!o .l 'i Oh" yOl!J' e asy, easy' marK' { he c ,ded "J;)OFl't ,you' s e e r qped you ? ;.' .=. ,watched' the"'m d rti&ca t ion st.ruggl1Flg .: lnt Qve;r: l a c e (gf gi A :',;, t o re i.1 f rom tlie post. ' I ey es2-wh"at' a ve r )r" pn{tty: 'young H e r ,fly,in g fee t rU9 hed -down" t ke r i r dp'llCj.r bill frQin Sh e ? theri "read name b y the s.t"raa ger I I _. '" 1-.( ,/-"f ./ -',' 1_ j ,,)lispp ck e t "You take this'bi11; w11ich wil t serve ihe sl:1e ,aad'lltJ.e b in ,the , ?t;lI:po s e ;wh i ch it an,a yhu., put,It 'that", w a s CJ;pI?e a : eg.,befo t e l he s tartled 'enY'dop' e a nd yo u place l the bill and enve10ge i : n that' ",girl s fri ghtened .,';" ,': (;leca yecl in the o kk-tree here,"as .,' .,;JEROME. ,.!. ( \ J o!.ti:r,." I ; r.'" I do." ',' I .... '/'," /. man I passed dcH1ar bill 'on"-,-()h, fJ .' X esY ' ,.' no no! muttered the girl. . ,.'.' .. "IITl1en.'"yo.u g 0 but of ,the gate ana take the of Were spirits and !he strange m'an ;113)n you a re'1to .marry,. bit. of pa.per p n ), WjJs 0 9 had, 'niet in, the lonely ,\Thic R it writterr Cl.nd YOll': do 'there is one' :nme alone could -teUr ' th t n g f o r you t 6 ; add to'that i uforma:tion j.' 'The s trapger ne Sp0k:e a foun t ain-Nen .Irom .. ". ", I '"A 41 I /. hjs p O<;, k e t \ i'" /' .. '.". , " fle rapidly sc r a w led;:150me,tping upe,!1 a oit .... of paper '::\h'e d re w also his ,pocket. ",. .' ,', il You .ta!
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The g i v e impulse tothe the b rain-:' pl an i s c a rried 'out ", .', T h us it w as ,W'ith. Roy . :, '. ] \ it the Ai \. \

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:1 'I ,/y .. ,THE AMERICAN 1!NDIAN W'EEKL Y. I" '\i .', t", ,'. , '" /,. ,.,',' l'" '\" Hum. How;' mpch was the b ill for? " O ne thou'sand d611-ars." 1 ;!: :H;um." Phew .1 " W hy do you say that?" e'T hatls it. " Well, I happen to know that Roy got that. money (, ,/!-, l .' l( r. ( '1 l No;w GqQtre:y" don t thinK tha t y-o).l\:e made fr<;lIP Wilson."", a fool of yourself? i ,( No he didn't. / Eh? I -, """ How do know? " .Do yOtl teally think Roy Jerome ever actually He got money frpm Wilson's daughter. She says I. passed 'that thousand dolla,v bill on you knowjng tha t he did-but not the bogus hilt" it was Dogus ? J i,' , .... Ho! Ho' !''' , .;, now I to I ithink He' came'in to the bank, Enid Wilson' says, he did." " '' and go t a draf't L cashed for a thousand dollars. It'was The' n why; di ,cl swear out a warrant f ,Clr his drawn on the Hudson's Bay. Company." a ,rrest,?" ,,, Ah." ,.. :to I r "'1 'J, Goi:lfrey looked puzzled. ", "The girl paid sI)e", says, in gold." :pinged if I .kn:6w,'" lie ".yas 'this way-J took the bill over to Old Man witl).in Old Man Wilson says that there was no thousand an h ,our ,after Roy, got me to give him change for it: dollar bank-bill in all the money he had on hand when WilsQn v.;:as in his office. I had a note coming due he left his daugh.ter in charge of the bank not an hour with the.old the next day, so I sez : to ITlyse1,before Roy J eror'ne came in.'" p\:it tash in the safe to' run banks Oh,!" / I the various faro games I'm running" maKe <1hange, I. "So' the money djdn't come from the bank, eh?" etc" at th' e bar and 1'11 go anq pay",Old Man Wilsoy} Hum. \ the' take ,up two thpusand dollar mite has R oy, If he knew it was counterftit, must have had 9 f 'l]line > anl d buy -,the old )v oman and it, him all the time.') ;I then 'HI o y er-sleep tomorrow the n 'ote will .Qe' paid, I 'don't it." : and ail will be settled up-y<;:>u know ho,w late:" the What? g-in-m.ill keeps me up sometimes when:" is I think that money did come from the bank." b'k" l, ns ' : Nonsense." 'I' ) I. c: 0weq ",.' 1', r, do. i , I then we t t e l Old Man W ilson, ari.d sez I "There's no evidence of that fact-any more thanl: like, : Wilson cough up note of It's. due surface I'll pay' it off to-day.''' '., .." There's no that you are German---:-except . 'What note, sez the old bloQdy' surfac e indications." put' in Owen. What do you py that?:' .. 1 I I. f. n I I see you've done biz with Wilson," rejoined God; "In your salo01i yO'4 talk broken German; here y6u fre y. hlSt what he did do. I skins off that, ta.lk just as as I thousa nd, makes up ,another tho1,lsand out 0' me 'f" Let me : tell : you a secret." 1 roll, and tl'te pelf over to Wilson."" "Gd, ahead." Th to, h d?'" .,', .1 "It's a pr' ofyssl onal one ':,, }f1 Wl?ene. l;, "', ,. "" Ever pay Wilson any mopey' ? He 100ks l ike a ,i, Yes," ,tiger when it has killed its first meal in two weeks. A jopy, broken-English-talking is Well, the old divil took the money.' The minute he by who frequent gin-mills. 'Hepce, it's up 4 I '. laid eyes 1;>111 that Roy had gIven me he let a me to be a jolly broken-English-talking German, .of liir:ryt .' i while e 'ngaged} n bus-iness." t '"Qh?''' "WHat did 'yquJ:'do? " 1 ,.1 ;' i Wh,at's eatin' you?'. I shouted. 'Are you 'gone ' Out business hours, I'm still a German, but I ( w :ith the heat '? P r dop't speak broken English. did Wilsqn do?" " Did. you' think that ,out of business hours, R6y I f ,He Is'tl1C;k up like all those' money 'might; also be a non-counterfeiter? He might b e do "wh en they speak 'tb us. poor mOI!eY; make';s Th,at'sr something else I don't: believe, and I don t think you 0{ I l 1l: bogus bin' he says. C A sez L C Counterfeit' do either that R oy passed that bo 'gus bill knowing it he And the whole story." t was bogus." !' Oh, I ; the fact that the one thousand \ saloon-keeper constrainedly.
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1 __ ,; -J 'THE AMERlCAN INDIAN WEEKLY . ') I But w hen the .. go0d-hearted GenTian went to explain He quickly peereCl. around, to .see if his intention to the <:;ons,taole, Tom BTennan, was who had fired the shots. .. a vigor ou ? IDfotest from Old Man Wils01.1:'I' 'For CJ,uite,a. space of time there no, motion ':;tny-, a felony? N evet," the old where; Rpy kept a careful took-out. '. ,. yelled. "Why .man, .that's ... in vitin2" .. ::I'hen he> s?-w.I"the tip of a man's wide felt hat' stick It's pullif!.g d.,own the bulwarks' ou t < frqm behi ; n 4 a '" /"'. '.' ,'. .. that s ,ta, nd between P9verty. ,tJo never. I ',The'man.iollowed hat h1S 111tO myself, will swear out' a y.rartant charging Jerome v Iew. ".' ., "c with passing money, as a citizen in the, Then' Rov saw jt was tl1e nendish, cr'ime-stained, search of justice, if yOll dare tq,vithdraw ,the one you countenance 0f Bad Bill W iUiams, the o\Jt1aw. have caused to be issued-I -" . '. "That's queer," thought E,0Y, "Why has Bad Bill on," cri 'ed Godfrey, "I won't with nees m a moment: I 'I Ii! Roy heard the 1?ail1'" fier:tdisli', ghost-1 Like. he an4 thither,' be, like com!,! floating d ow,p 'to him:-from a ,crag' tween rocks. by trees, thmugh japl,<: second timber abpve : hls 'hea<;L '. and shr},lbs that ,.grew, about the bQtt 'oms of the,greater Roy glanced up. . and older forest trees. ,':)1' sto.od the s .I;>ectral which, $ 9o n Roy was out,of lin of. Bad Bill, put now hac? gl 1' en h1m the, wa;,mng of Impe-ndmg doom. in a position much nearer to h1m. Bewc:re ,.the figure crooned. I could 'pump a couple of shots into.Bad Bill, and !,hen It r.an rapldly mto the fastness of!t1;te moun, end ill! future attempts at ,assassination," Roy thought. a nd '."., .," But if I clid, I would defeat the plans that ,have grown tft,e Ghqst of H ?rn M ountmns, R0Y up in my mind in the ten Bad Bill Gnu more she ,.waY11Jed me . I fear I am', more a;bout that thousand dollar 0111 than'.. I do. He ; .: ,,' 'f ., watlted' me to, the l,ittle I knew in t o tn.e The' explosl9 n of a the, about grave s.o ,that Ire w0!lM be any 'one, piecing, Ro'y> hIS d .reaq message .. ,.' what p know: with what they suspect." A bullet1 came flymg over hIS a .whme Bad -Bill, : rue anwhile, was trying t,o get a gla:t:J.ce at, of t:uculent and de ( acl)y menaGe as y s cap. last shot had killed .the yop.ng man.., . It Jus t escaped through the/upper of At aU' Baq. Bill did not go. down into the ". .'. ; canyon to see he had murdered Roy or A 11mt '. fr9m that kmd ofa .messenger mea,ns His actions indicated that he felt sure thathe had. q.eath/' cried Roy to' hil,l1sel. "Th;e next time that ' .kaden' gentlell).a,n comes acro 'ss this, gulch; t he'U get sh
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" THE 'AMER1CA' N INDIAN 'WEEKLiY. ) 'He then started' back toward Hangman's Gulch. Not two ,hundred paces behind him, shielding him self from any backward glance by (lodging hither and ,thither, lurked Roy. I'll' bet that fellow is going home to his fiendish Mother, Old Ma<;1ge, the fortl1ne-teller,'" Roy surmist;d. ,Roy.' was right.",,' ,He saw the f0rm of Bad Bill slip behind a take a trail down the mountain side and disapp ,ear into the door of his witch-like mother's cabin-hut. Roy in ten seconds yras hustling ,down the trail. He reached the adobe covered hut. ", He listent;d attentively when he had stationed him self alohg the sid e/ of the hut. Wot a sound came from it. He again, and overheard at lengt4 scrC),ps \ of conversation. I' "', It was Bad Bill and' Old Madge talking, ,.R,6y sute. Ee glued his ear to the side of the house. , He heard the ,entire story talked over, as to Ey.id Wilson1s connection with the dime. He heard the story of hQw she had been induced to flim-flam her father out of his gold. He heard the precarious pair plot as to how they would get HIe money. back when Enid went alone to the graveyard. , "I'll beat brother Bad Bill. to the girl by abbut an hour,", Roy. "I guess I'm not plassed as a detective but I'm .classy at the detective game ilt Roy heard Bad Bill and his .mother go into,the cellar, and then he stole downward, making the huge bulk that was dancirig on the -;wall, and which neither Bad In it he foun d a hundred dollar bill. Ho! Ho! l) ,the outlaw almost screamed. The gal fell fer it. 'Here's me 'hundred dolla r s bogus' bill back ergin. That gal owes me hundred. We've got the do,llar bill off, the 'bogus one. We have a thousand 111 'goo, d old gold cached a w ay, Bill, old sport. 'Now we come over with the hundred thet gal had of out:n. We kin pass that over again. Ho! Ho! Ho!" Ho! Ho! Ho! "'" A screaming voice shrieked these words 'almost i,p Bill's ears as-he laughed in fiendish glee. A white shape came rushing at him. to draw his weapons. I t was too late. in ,t he hand of the ghost-like presence hit Bad Bill a terrible blow on his head. -, With a grunt outlaw fell forward on. his face. t. He had not sunk .to 'the ground :jloy Jerome darted to his side. He abstracted 'the counterfeit hundred dollar bill from the outfaw's pocket and vanished Into th'e bushes. Above him shrieked and wailed on the steep mountain side the phantom form of the wraith-like creature. CHAPTER VIII. I ROY T ALKS IT OVER.' Bill or Old Madge noticed. "I've got to the botto' m of Bad Bill's game,'" cried A few hours later, Owen Judd in answer to a mes Roy to himself a moment after his inspection of the sage sent by Roy Jerome through Moose}aw, an 1nP lace where the' cou ,nterfeiter manufactured his bogus th dian hunter, met the surveyor in a secret spot 111 e money. now finding out a reason for nw mur-Horn Mountains. d 'er by Bad' Bill. He fear 'ed I would, find out his Fine 10Lof trouble we' are all in," remarked Owen secrets, 'and decidedto .put me out of the way by send-as soo n as he greeted his chief. ing ,an assassin's bullet-through my headY . h b As arefully as he had come into the place, Roy stole" "Aren't we?" smiled Roy. "But 1t mIg t e worse.' \ oUile was not discovered as. he left Couldn't be, c'Ould it?" h d "Yes"very much worse." Soon be was winding his way to the churc -yar "How?"', and after his extorting a confession from Enfd, and, B < I ht b . 1'1" . h h If d h b h h ecaUSe mIg e 111 Ja hIS, scarIng er a to eat, y t ename e "Instead of 'lying out here like an outlaw. felt sureh!hat OldR the eBnvedloBP.ell' don't know'which I'd rather not do." namely IS own" oy 1 Imse untl e saw a 1 It tt' t h ,(, h lk l < IS pre y oug come u I11g a !" BIll. She IS follenn 111struc, you from looking like a confounded pirate.". hons all ' Roy laughed: Then BIll sa"Y' Emd fly ,homeward. 'the' re " Well' I'll get them all when I get ,?y innocence H0! Ho!'" B,ill almost screamed. I' Was t bl' h 'd" b t ?" es a IS e ever a etter pu up game. , An chance of that? Bill slouched over to the grave yard gate. "y y/" He held the fluttering envelope that had put G eS'd \ in the tree as she q.ashed past it" intent on her wjsh to " H 00 the gang?" keep her, ba.rgain with, spirits Old Madge had in"" finely." voked for he, r sake. \ Are they really?" Bil! : s cl1;lmsy fingers searched the envelope. "Excellently."

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'THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKL' Y:, ". ". r;1 I "Good." I,", : Asks about .. me ? '" "Xou know why ',dp,n't you? ,I'm a better .. 1;>oss,than "Yes. She is extremely sqlicitous to yop you are." are" ,'h' I ,I, I' l' ,'I Roy grinned. , I oLher. I Isn't it t ,be of', Glad ,to hear it," he, remarked' "'" a pretty. gIrl's tho).lghts." ", ,," "' ' Knew ydu, would be," rejoined G wen. ',: Well; lin, pass an, otMr, fGt:', a thc\'lUTh' e men gaz.ed OlVer 'the mountains'in silence. sand if the actiGn ;Vlill ENid Wjilso n me a "When do you propose getting ba,ck to eivil'ization note.", I' k ,\ '_, '''I and cease being 'an outlaw, ? in'q 'uired Owen ;,ttJehgth. I t waS time nqw for Roy to look amazed' if,. Before long! Say? man, 'how can I come back to 'He wa's there with the ainazement stare on sched-, Hangman's Gulcn? If f dq. I 'will be arrested.:' ", uled time. '," 1,,' "You bet you will." .. I : How-Enid, write to me? e he' qitestioned. '\ Is Godfrey " She did: " Not a bit." When?' ,:1 '.\ : \' < : Who is ? ,, ; r, ; Last 'night\ " ,; Old Man Wilson." " }Iaye'ypu got {he letter witF! )iou ? .' "What?" '; .. "I'fia, y e.' J ,,".';' ,,' I,',! i y e s, th.e: is 'up in 'l-nns. : Y 0.1l 'see w ,hen /" : f w /you deI N ,ering' it'?' ','," ''L'' He "come to court up .his, cfI,sh th( day a:i, tel' ,to, 1 do it. I ; d 'tather' Enicd 'wtote it the little, dra.a you kpocked OUt two, piea, than I' ,', .r he fOU1,1'<: \ ,that yoq had cashefi a draft o : n the Hudspn's ' f Qbit fq o'ling. :Produce Bay Gompa,ny for ,that 'one thousand. His young g,irl ought to ,be 'ashamed 9f herseH, to, says she pai'd you '.in gold. :wiite to a bandit." , ',:, I' Sl1e is a--did $,he rea:ll,Y s ,ay that? Give me't};re 'letter, will y.ou'?" .. r,,' 1., "Yes." .' It's a 'shame that any girt to a man who as he paid 'out the thousand dollars in gold,' like you is a for state!? pr-ison and--" 'and the claim is made by Godfrey thaty,ou weren't 1 : Roy da,she p 'q,ti' Ow' en, hefcl him flfmly,' abst'racted the paid.ih Rold but in the bORUS so G o df,re y holds letter' vwhilec laughed and on a .near Old'Man Wilson fOlj bill : biY,tree ;, ,,' , that he won't pay up. Q-odfrey has sent a leHer'tGl, the ,'I iseek'-You, ha::v,e adde what this, letter con'tairis he a'sked , ",IWhat'does EnId say,?" ", qf, Owen."', .; ",,lI. ,/" Ro.lls up her lovely blue eyes, swears she p;,tid you udging from the, long lines of p 'eaVoilY; underscored in Rolq" and now, 'without lying oqt l 1ere an outlaw writing' h'ponyonder clean paper,. writ in the in fa 'ct riot in interit, things ate all iIi a pretty pickle; "', usual manner in which a yo.ung lady, now / Funny ,game, it?" calmly repliedxRoy: "So days asks her friends to mazely thread to find out Enic t insists she paid 'erne in gold':: .' she abou.t' r t should, your yep.:'. .,,' letter' ': ,',:: '" .... "Says she 1's sure of It? '" Oh, \' So l yoU thmk thIS letter, contams wntten ,bill p f a 1',,1:1 r,,'t," ',,' I" ", dollars d 'enQmmation m the safe . ;' F ,Says -there was I dol \'I '" ,'", thirtee\1 hundred' and dol'lars and. ,ejg11:.t cents ask th
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INDIAN WEE ;KLY .f, I '1 Enid g a v e m<'f that letter I t wigged 'what she had. "Like the outlaw game?" S o I gave 'her' the first-aid-to-inj'ured -hearts"There's w orse gan\es; hearing you knock for 111-treat m ent, less01 1-N, 0 : T" 'r, stance." ,-', j, <,' :' Huh? ,,,, I Owen laughed. " I \ her' to t a k e a 'ride with' me Glless Y O L{'re ,right., Well so Jong. I'll the tom'br r o w ." '" ',/ , fair I loidy along with me next trip:-Treat her kindly. : (I, WeB?" She:,s t oo pretty n o t t o .' ," "Eni d i s no feather-heade d c h i ppie, as Yo.u oftep Owen duck' ed and just e scaped that Roy said Y9u k n o w She is a pretty bright girl." sent whistling at his head. I rieve r said she was I a feather-headed' chippie.' "So long, Roy," he a moment .later. You : Well n ever m ,ind . A nyway shegav,e me just one make the dandy outlaw. But get shaved before you q uiCk l oo k tumb led and 'acc e pted my see ,the loidy' in ,the case tomorrow.'" She d im, e li.?" Roy,wat c h e d Owen until h e h a d cla mbered far down, "Yes. Knowin g full well tha t I would lead her to the' trail. Y0,J-l-shj..l t u p no,w, get you r rom,ance ,language, going . After that, Roy stoo d lo s t in thought for a long time 'Y,Otl have' e;yerything in your favq r G o ahead an' d The n he shouldered hi s rifle. marry .the l g irl': 'You r e b e ing 'by a "1: won d yr -wh a t Eni}l Wilso n wants to s ee S h e w ill invest you me abo ,ut," he .thoug ht. be extremely im WIth a .t:<;Jll1' a ntlc halo a n d well-lJ1vlte me t o the wed-portant or she would not hav e wntten as she dId." I Roy too k the note the girl l].ad sent him out of his Jerome smiled gri m l y. pocke t He read i t long and carefully. '. I wi!'!';" h e V i/hen there's a -wedding. " "I've got a n Qther bi t of news for y ou." (I D e a r M r. Jer o m e," the lette r said. I : You have?" ; must s ee you o n a n extre' m el y i m p ortant mat, Y es." ter. I may a lm os t say that t h e mat t e r is one ,." Aft,er yotf flew t h e ho t e l coop so b rl e fly and sud-of s u c h importance that I a m w illin g t o take d e nl y t h e oth e r day, w h e n t he co n s t a ble c all1e to. ar':' any risk to' s ee you! M r. Judd says that if rest you I talked things over' w i t h G odfrey. I go ridin g w i t h hi m tom orro;w that I w ill be j T h e n w h a t d ic'I/Godfrey say? " .,' rewar ded by a sigh t of you. S o expect me : } I 'got h i m a ll ca l me d do:wn He didn't 'w;ant to t omorrow ;'ais e a n y ii.710re a f a r\1rHpU S f o r when' you r t p be Sincere l y yours, .a 'th<:r in-Iaw, sloppe d over. . You' s e e m t ake i t a ll for g r anted ;'" Roy. "Yo u mean Old, W il son-say what j s Old Man .. W il so n's f r ont n ame?" I d u n n o No o n e s eems to know. Say he has forgotten it himseH I g u ess They say he signs his checks now I Old Man W il so n .' Honest! : .. N WeU, a nywa y 't ell me a b out the rUITjpus he created -this I to' be d a 4 -in-Iaw of '.' '. I I I haCI g0 t G odfrey calmed dowq ,when' this, :'mat;l .. ch i ps in thi' s Wil\S<;m. I H e w ouldn't hear .to a w itp, d rawal o f the warrant. I-Ie; 'iV'o uldn't ? : \. N o B e sa i d 1f G o dfre y 'withdrew t h e 'he had swor n h e ,wQuld he sure a n d go and swear one out himself ." f .' AliY : -:;i\Thi le we were t alking t h ere was a bi g roaring voice',: "\i\Th o b e l o nged t o\. the r oarin g v oice? B ill '\i\TiIli a m k ." , '" : 6 E a d Bill, outlaw' ? " :'Ida'1 I li'e ,butting iJi1'fot?" "He offe red t o s ell u s the facts as t o you :we' l : e : R Q Y tltr'neQ. ' 'Then h e turne d pale. ' A ll the time h e swore in a most bitte r way:. T I l e t hings h e s ai d a b ou t Ha d B ill wO{l l}l. stop a ,... I I '" S o',Bi ll wanted. t 9 s ell m e oi.1t ? h e fin a ll y cried 'I. Dead' allXi ot.l5 to' do it." J.' ( f h "',li. ,fo r get' t at. Sel7? : I''1''1 se e But w h a t d o y o u propo s e ,to do? g b in g t o stay oLlthere f o r awhil e : ) ,. ENID vVIL soN." ' I wonder if that g i rl is going-Well, I mu s t wait a n d se e ," muttered Roy as 'he swung his rifle further ove r hi s s h o ul de r and started a w a y up the t rail that l ed to the d eeper c a nyon s of HO.rn Mountains. CHAPTER IX. BA D BILL'S BA D H OU R. 1 i Vith a groan Bad B ill "\i\TiIliams the and co unterfe iter., c ame to himself. His sodden tOQk in the landscape first from the flat part of hi s back. , Had n o t the vicinity o f Hangman' s Gulch been very m ountainous this would have' .been impossible. As it was' Bad Bill s ;p the tops of the mountains o nl y imperfectl y 111 fac t h e saw a t i n y por t i o n o f the tops: Later w h e n Bjll sat up h e s a w more of them. They "swung a b out s o d i zzil y tha t Bill co v ered hi s e y es with his hands t o S llUt out the si ght. . A mounta in s o und i g nifi e d as t o attempt to stand on its head i s a sigh t n o m a n like s to l ook upon . Bill next felt of hi s he ad. S o meo n e hi t m e the bull y cri ed. 1 Thjs was I).Ot a n .ob se r va ti o n that o ne c o uld carp at. A bump Qn a n y man' s h ead even, thoug h jt be ,on the h ead o f a t hu g, ,and Q u t law, i s s uffi cient, t o g i v e reason for t he surmise tha t someon e h ad put the bump there

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"" ... 'I J ; l THE' AMERICAN INDIAN' WEEKLi ' "-,,+' lj : : t with a weapon more or less deadly, Can we stay her, e? "Oh, I remember, ..thought Bill.' (C A 'I'm afraid ,not," figure came racing at me. It was--'" f ,INhere shwH we go to?" Bill's face was white and 'draw n as he finisheCl his '" I dun no," I though: (s. '," .' ., ,! F .-" Have you made any plans?" UTke C;' host of Horn Mountains hit'1n e ; all 1 i ght. 'Will' '''None' .'' ' <" W elf"th' e [(!'s one 'thing sure." This again showed the depth of Bill's reflections "Wha!t is that? I but added new, light to his first query, (CSpmeone has "'We must hurry off all our s9ipments of the, queer bit me?" stuff, and get, the -plate-pres, s dismantled and h,Urled BiU his p ockets. )-' .r: ,&omewh.ere i'n the woeds." \ "whe n h,e fourtQ that the one hundred d6Uar,s he had Is it as 'bM as that? 'J, taken' from the envelope left b y Enid at the" graV'eyard I think so." had heen, filched from him the atmosphere almdst :Whatmakes you think so?" seemed to turn' blue"and g reen, (wl?,ile the,re mU9t have .Don't you see that I was knocked down and a strong sulphurous smeII .. btougJ:1t fo\th' by his robbed?"', words. '., .. ..-,,,," Yes." "Robbed!" howled Bill. ,i' Robbed: by-' ---, ";r wasn't knocked down and by the. same : If I had the ---, I'd tear his out 'of force." I' his head . l'd eat him up. "Pd ' ." "You don't mean it.' ( t :,' things B.ill would do weren't fit for eye s or. ears" "I do." .-1 \ polit.e. .' L", ) >. .LI ,The' blow came from one source. The ',' ,VI ,'Jl l t ,was a tra!iling volcano pf.::wrath that fr.om another:"" ;! "i'!\ /' 'Old"Madge's huthalf an hour later' : 'j .' Oh Bilb:'! I' f, Who hit you" Billy O Qy? Old Madge." "The m an, for ,I eel sure that 'it 'was a man that ":00 YO!1 s 'app'0se, he would be alive if I knew?" robbed me, will try'and spend that one hundred dollars t l howled her son. "You shut up and get me something if it was" a thief." ," 1 k h f 11' d / Y ,i l' f ,I to. ta e t e 111, g own. \' '''' es. i I', J:Iaven't you an, ld ,ea ",,:ho hIt you? " "," He will /be caught at once anp charged with try,ing :', Not a 1;>it. hV'as s tar:s over. I: to 'shove the' que'er.''''' ,'" 'I' \ 'I!) way we had .got game ngg,ed up, and Well jl"", ' \ 'l Just put my m mY,P0cket to, feel tbe bogus, To his owrt necI{ he will plead guilty to high .. ',' hu. ndred dO, Har bdl, when. i I w. e nt down, and out." < waY ro.bbery." 'I' you hear someth111g. Just before you fell, '! Oh jl Billy boy?' ,I .. I. L ,/ He' wiP rather take a l :term in prison for highway " .1" did.' : r robbery than for passing counterfeit money." f' What was it?", Of' yourse.' There's difference in terms to screa 'ming l;:tughter of--" : serve between the, two crimes. He wJuld confess to .Stop." .:, highway to escape a conviction for issuing Old Madge caught her son by his arn;t. j., ,counterfejt money . So would either ot us." Hei'avetted eyes slowly tr' avelIed to her fac e. Well, then h e will h ave to confess that he stole He' ih hum lifted his eyes to'l,those of ,his 'mother. I the bill off m e when I'd ,kaocked out by Tn: answer to the rn,ute questi'o n Bad' Bi'l'Lrlodded his the-;:-ghost." \'. head'Jin a single gesture si g nifyi ng" yes.... ,old Madge fairly howled her grief. Old Madge burst into a cry. ,,' "Then another, horn to think aOout." "I knew it," 'she wailed.' "The curse. I knew it, "What is : that? Billy boy"when I first saw your acj!.".. -; "'Suppose it was' an honest man that ,saw Bad Bill Bill stood with a look of sullen rage on his knocked opt. Bad 'Bm hasn't' the best reputation in face. "/' .,.' , /' . , thev..wrJ., d in hamlet br through the :t{orth-West : H I so" Bill said in a.' strangled tone hate. "I'd-'-" "I I i That's .true. You will shoot so quick when you that, Billy b oy. Oh,not that," r ejoined ',Old are ,drunk' ." Madge. "Leav.e it aU tQ time. Billy boy' time works' Never mind that; you old hellion What if I do?" out many puzzles that we' can't solve at first. He is \011 nothing, 'Billy boy,." '.. the great leveller. Death is greater," but he is indeed N 0\:'1 suppose thi, s honest man fooI<. that 'bogus SiU great." ", tb that infernal Roya} North-West Mounted 'Police The mother and son seemed to be s06n lost in painconstable that's l:Ianging arGlund thes'e diggings iul forebodings. tending he is ifter that feller Roy :T erome-then what' 'The mother spoke first. ""ould nappen?" ", ,,' '. "What shaH ,we:: do now? she whispeted. / YOll would De arrested,. and sput up quick : 1 "'r' dunno." You' bet." : t" :'

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN , ", (' 1!he gloomy thoughts' of Bill co uld be seen .' on his He was with it tender Into,;the great face. 'r. I blue eyes of the girl. AnyVl{ay dead up against it. : Tl1,Cllt bill stolen' She in tufn was all tlie sturdy young sur.'011'1 my B'ocket wiN b!=. my u,ndo ing. I'In going to get veyor. .' '. mine no fIlatter wqich way I turq. T.hunder !!, ;Ro manHc, ptett'y,foolish Enid Wilspn. had !l).et her Behind this mild word lurked othei's. ", f I fate at last. -. ,", .Bad Bill .. thoroughly exhaus ted and 16aming at And Jerome, being young, did not look upon the the mouth Itke a mad dbg ,\,\,hen he had got the last girl's little episode which had made him an butlaw, and word out of, his system. under suspicion of a grave crime; with' as stern a vie'}' Yoll s 'e'e where we are?" as probably 'he would have done had 'Enid not been Old -Madge, no'ddedjn alarm. quite so distractingly good looking . Wen; there's the story.'.' "1 am sure." .' Bill subsided. .. You saw Bad I Bill talking to your father?" He pulled his favorite bottle toward him and in"Yes." '.' dulged' in a great drink 6f "red Wfie;;e were they during the conversation?" "Not rimch of that. Billy' : cried his mother, "that, "In father's office." stuff drowll ed:, a sorrq{ yet, but, it's drowned "Ah.", many a hope." I" "Bad Bi1l 'at. first was do in g all the, taJfing." BilJ snarled. 0 He wets? / He took another drink. '." " Yes." , Mother,'" Bill yelled, "this is the end of Bad Bill." Did you hear what they said? " Nonsense," the crone s oothed, don't give up yet." "1 did, partly." "They've got my alley," the outlaw howled as the "What did they say? liquor began to take effect. "I'm aown and They were .talking about you." ;'While Bad Bill sat bemoaning his fate, he knew About 'me? ; that the bogus bil(. he thought he -had' been robbed of They were." i neVcer had been in his possession since the day he "What did .they say? handed it to his mother. to give to Enid Wilson.' ... "I heard Bill say he knew where you could ,The bil f'had never ldt Enid's possessi9n until after founa." : s he had been almost forced to give it to Roy Jerome. "What did your father say?, _' Therefore Bad Bill had never a "look in '1 for the' i'I lcouldn't exactly understand." bilL f.... '-,r ,What he had taken from his pocket was the perfectly Absolutely." \ gQod bill substitute for his bogus one by RQY. "Then you are at a loss to know what Bill said." B1,tt ther e 'Was '(me thing that' Bill was right.,in . His -"'Not exactly." . career 'Was dra'wing rapidl'jI to a close, not -only in It a'n.g-; ,That means that -you heard somethiIlg of what he s Gulch, but in the .wo, rld. said? '" PO$sibly that was why he said to his mother as he ".It does." ': . staggered off to bed-" .,. "What did say?" Mqtht;r yar a (hic) prettish good old sort. Shee?" He said that while he couldn't agree .10 btip.g you For an hOHr Old Madge stood staring at the door back alive that he would bring you back-'-" through,' which lier only son had vanished. "Meaning that he. felt surer of briu'ging It was the first k'ind thought he had' had for her sin"ce h e w 'q.s a boy lIsping hjs prayers' at her knee. "Th.at was i the construction I put upon what I ;' That was-oq, a long, l6ng ago story. heard." Old Madge had not made a prayer in tnany: / years. Roy smiled. '. As ur Bad Bill-' ' tT Why do you smile? f I fear my boy is going to pie," the hag-like woman At my th0ughts." whispered. " What were they?' Isn't this grave enough nof tQ She buried he r face in. her hands an<;l burst into consmile aoout? vul,sive weeping. "Assure<;lly,. But you' see rm smiling at our, ,Dead? Dying-! 4\11' Bill dying! WhY did he die hke Bad Bdl, the outlaw." . Oh why" did he die?" ,. .: ., ,". "Yon are. '" Why pray?" ,-,', : With these ,stt'ange upon her lips for Bi1J. was" "Because not h yenty-four hours aw?-y Bill took a not yet dead as his s nores could be plainly heard as pot-shot at me from the bushes." he ,slumbered in clru 'nken cdntent, Old Madge herself He did? '<;>h, Roy--" .. passed into the pbliviou that s'leep gives. A small whl,te hand was extended With an 111volun:.' ( tarY "motion toward the young maI).. Roy grasped tne :hand with alacrity and also a firm grip. '.-" Enid colo;ed but Roy only laughed' "This is quite comfortable," he remarked. "Now my deat, go on with ,your story.'" :Enid smiled. ,-" ,It's not, my story now," sh, e said archly. your story. You have learned all,I kno{.'" Roy accordingly continued : But he did not let go the girl's hand. ...

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INDIAN. WEEKLY. , I You see Bad BiII tried to 'me y shootin' g ", "YoLI see young m ilti, I w ,anted to be Roy me with his Roy iwent on. ,", ,Jerome v as the' man, I wanted to. ill ,any ... .This c<,lused alilOther i.ljl1pulsi V e forwa r d 'i" of the girl whiG4 was' followed by' a-"pIe,ase don't,"., and a smack. ,,( ." ,:. ".' '. ',' "Any get < You gee yo .ur ,1if'e is : pull Y<1lUr h p sband-hunt'i rig.1ip,s cried some 'moments later. INow tell I placed You,m. I .. .! ',' . me t he Roy; and tell it connectedl y with.out any / Husbal1'Ct::h ,!.lll' t:ing tile idea-I Qon: t \ of these err-side issues." ... : '\ . "'for a husl land. only consulted Old R \ fi' .. I.T 1 d , oy went rm a susplclOn:!.l. la ", ., Bad BilI' felt sure that' he ha' d assassinated me. I t he suspicion?" have kep t ou t of his way and have not to have I decIii:i'e tp say: \ .I' ... :. the' slightest' ve s ti ge, left to tell wli-ire I ,ItidiIj.g 1 ; ; But YOlJ; mast.'" I '\. '. I', s b 1tha t h e co uld not' know that' } was alive." t .' I I f yOt). use yOUI' manly persuasi'on ;r shall f Except to a poot' girl in a lonely grave,J hav ,:e to ,e,' ., ,I" ,,' !yard ." . ,',,' \ Con sider t!lat used." "r ,,, [ .oy . o u are j;.l e 1110sf asclnating. 1 e. ;i,., '.,', "j" Httle liar I ever met. ,,' ,I f 'J:!id 'you say get,ting?" I','. ,' But the re was one'l,s 'ure thing. '. ,," I d J d::' '., ", I '. E nid ne v e!;' diCl admit that she 11ad no t' : known ,Roy "You'made, an' error." from t.he first mOLllen; t s h e saw : 1 1 i m i!1 the church-ya rd. ;, ". ,::, Wh!y? < I ,:' ,"".' : ,WhIc h s ho w s ,that' she was Gonslstent."a t leas t. s n o1Jld not saId gett1l1g, you s.hould J ";: B u t to' r e v e d to 'y;our 'fathet/' added a 'hav e.,$ aicl' w h a t a : sentimental person I a:m.''' I I (h'1 .. I) j I ; 'r..' it l; I Th 1.1' k'" '110 .' I I n I .... ;,' ,II .n' It' "''1-.;'.', ',.,' 1', a ? 'I . ; .," j s,: PJetty I J l a rd .I :lya,r i / l q l e w .. \ Y G ? :';, ., .,,;., ',f t ha t I S h e .rea lly thl!1 K S t'ha t yo u tned to' chea t h1m 'but Tlf e fiappy YO\ll1g1sters, ::fga1l1 laughe<;l. J one .tho usan d c}oll a : d wor th p e 1 0 ve'cl money, But; t heT,ll l add e d Roy: "We h ave go t to keep j, afid he.' would do ari y tl l in'g' but pay 6 Ll.J;' ''some\ b f his out p f J Ms gaT,l1e." . :J' 'i1 '. .,. oa s h ; t o bliih g y ,Oll to wli 'att he c alled ju' stioe,"'''','' ' ,'. ,", ; W hat c v s w eet fathe,r-i'n' :lawahe, go:ing t q be." ",:;.1. s e e : yet: 'Ar e milst f some plan." , "Isn't he?'" "L ., "'P" "', 1 clon. t kRO W w h a t t q do. Y o u kno w I got you' \lVelI w as b f ib e ofered f o r .the "r.eturn of i.nto this trOl!lble w hen I gav e y p u bj1l." p oor o ld me,alive or dead.'?" ". '" you did not know 'was bogus." 1 was.:' .. .. ,1, Qf not."r... , ." , I fathyr-i t).-1aw v a lue ,int; ,at?", ":: you as shedl g .. One thousand dollars.'" I ,. I: She, dId . ",,' ; : '( r , ,...., \ i' ' "B .,1, f f d h <. b "Gosh, ,,?'. a ",,, ',),' I . tl,4, .'"'" i(,' ""', I ;w;e ,w., ere t ;ea "Vv h,,} '\rou"' say. '" J l,''., ., ,;, .. ." ,,> : v/',,' "'., .. !J .. l. Jl:j ,j y, r ( I '," k ., f f f '\ 'I 0ur, f at,her' of H a n g rnan' s <' "" ." ", .. " grui:1g'e m e." ":, j!,." I. ,,Nel t p er. ,<;a p the spqr of I( He h as.' l ,,< '. .' Ie \' J TI( W e !, mIght ra)tL, the. den of, Bad, BIll anQ' U T I h ld I d'd' h k h 'Id' hOld Madg"e" . ., '/ ,1'V.1Y I ',' I n t t 111 I e ;woL\ gI v e ul? a t ou" u..,. se,e eartpquake much less to have 'I ; th,at w o w1dn .. t up the matter of the me arrested." f' " '. i bIlJ.l ., "'Nor f . F ather ,wouldn t up me \ o b t ,It w o uld go .a:. good ways." f '1" , ,"', ((',H ow? ,; \ 'I. (') J al ) .' ((' ' " Well in this I'rri dead and :that .bIU was, Bad' to be dragO'ed before your 'dadb .' Had Bill aliive s o 1-. ar;d hIS Mothel1 : " .' .J' ,,?o, g u ess w e ';on't "worry fos s '\9' f :thalt, ca:stL,;W e':) \ ' yvqul'ct p r ove how" d o n / tl .blow' in any
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THE AMERl'C;\N WEEKLY. ':, r .( "'In,the take up a plan I 'have which tht! u vexing me." , 00 i, " Hel'e ; l1he," cried o i O w e n. \., 'vv,ha, t happ ened to Owen t(l) say those w ords? ,. . -: ".', ,. ,I, f ," '" .#, 1 t( You've go{ em, Billy ) Ain't I?" ,.. 'I" YOtI can keep 'em goin' for years." 'Ain't thaf fine?'" -'.j -, "'50', far as Roy J erorne is con'terned he won't dare ever cpme 'back t9 JD rts as long as 'you're on earth. " '! 'Wow! Ain't that great? "Bad Bill the Bandit, will drive Roy Jerome the swell surveyor 'out of the NorthWest country." 1\s t 9 the girl she maybe join him day outsIde of t:ne North-West. .,' vVhat do we care that?" 40n't think she will." ,Why not? , 1 ;: .f 1 I 'I, -t. She 's t a mushy, vain, silly girl. Just now she thinks chuckled w il d l y as he qa: wled out o f the she"wants to..mahy Roy. 'If she ain't married to him 'bushes, b.bt ten away fr0mwhere' ENi d Roy qtl1ck sOtJle other chap !w ill 'come along that she wil1 he had been talkihg." ' I t' l' ,v' jus t as ";"'eH s 'a:tisfied with. "': the outlaw's'tab e w 'as wreathed in smile s . 1 "Guess you're right. " 'What do yed Iiinl { of. that? he cried to' a tall :,' Of c ourse I am,'" ',t:-ee near him. "Lovers Ho!Ho! Goin' to get m,ar-Old Madge thoughl a great deal ned!, feaches 'and cream! W -o-w! Talk about while her Son isat and watched her. a:nd gaml7 : Aw! You make Sbe was so deeply in! thought that Billy fina)ly had' me SIck ,I..' ,to nudge her to attract her attentio,Il Bad shook his huge hairy fist at the back of the r Billy boy, : ] she then said, "I've got an idea. uJ;lconsclous Roy :who was onl y a few feet away still, a g,?od one, Mother, if yo,u have it.'" I, pu,; who was raJDidly cI.isappearing iNto the distance. Old Madge looked her delight. . ,ITheY'llc!lOW all,_ about rny plant" eh? The-y know This, w!ls nice thing that her dearly loved, a ll aoou't my attet11;pt at ,shootin' tip that yaller: dog, worthless" (;rjminal son had ever said t o her. Roy Jer0tp e'!" 'They knov
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THE A MMERICAN, INDIAN WEEKLY. j "Yoq Ghost of Mounta.ins ? his my good but tinies were ha.rd, 'and being' mother said softly. why,.there-' Bad Bill with a white face, nodded. {!'>. ,'Bad Bill noqded. I I "Shake off that feeling It1wo,11"t"do no good," cried That's he replied, "I see.\: 'But -that's Old Madg, e. : Youain!.t fiJ;"st 'ma,11' 'that's. been slow' money. I ai'll .looking for qilick dish. You se e haunted by a ghost oa woman.'" -' we can t shove a{1y'm0re queer out fo'r:, awhile a ,nd we : I suppose that's so.' : haven't got no way of living:" " Ana' there's many a 'woman to-day. wh' o is being You have that thousand' in gold?" haunted by, the ghost of a man," added Old Madge "No I haven't. I've spent half of it." with a leer. I , \ V eIl five hundred, out here' will last some time' ? "Haw! Haw!, Haw!" roare' d Bill, '' l'yIother yotJ'te : \Why I'd drink that up in \two months." all right. 'You'd hearten up any feller when he's down _Then why not go to'work?" and out." I Bill bounded from his chair in high rage . Old Madge flushed. / He: opened-his mouth 1;0 roundly at his mother. A third compliment from her son. 1, But words did not come. "He ain t goin' .to live 'long," she thought. "My He gasped. boy for ,th' is world much longer. When a man He' spoKe at length with an effort and 111 a weak like hini gits deceri t to his mother he's"lnost aU gone. tone. I , I'd 'not 'be surp,rised to see him drop dead lief,ore my, Do YOl1 mean what you say? , eyes, r ,ight now.", J "':" Yes, Bil'ly poy." Old Madge, howev er, 'at length'said that she would You. mean I'd better go. to work? present her. plan to Bad Bill,' and if it was a good one Yes." that he could adopt it. " 0 mother! I never. did a day's work in an ,honest "It's this way;" she said. "Seein', as you have no way 111 my life. I've workecl very hard day after day kick ,coming, either that feller, Roy J erotne or to pull over a dishone s t tri' ck. But nevt'!r to pull over the gi d Enid Wilson, why don't YoU compromise?" an honestone." \ "VVot s .thatt Shoot 'em up?" growled Ba' d Bill. Old, Madge, ,II don't you see there's w I should say not." :", ,.' nothing in .this' dishonest game? You work twice as Then wot does it mean?" \ 'har, d to .. a cemnterfeit biJI as you, do to earn an a djust by mutual concessions." .h9nest one: more fun in spending (J.n honest Bad mIl' looked suspiciously at his mother.-dollar, than' there is a dirty one Billy boy, 'whether That lingo is 'above, meY ',' you' make, the dirty dollar in a co unterf(:!iter's den; "Well, then," 'laughed 0ld Madge. ," ,Jt mean' s to or in 'some of the so-called honest of the world's : get together.'" It means to stand' pat. That. is' to dicoinmerce.' vide up the swag SO that all will gef a piece ancl no Again Bill stared. ,_ one be the wi&er. See?"" , If you
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THE AM,ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. II Then I'll with Roy' and Enid.: "It's blackmail, BiIIy boy, be careful," cried Old adge. II Don: t ,get caught. If do 't: s a pri.son cell fOli you, and a long term to .serve. the penalty of at tempted blackmafl isn't pleasifitio think about.: ' II WomaR you're crazy," yelled Bilt. II This ain't no blackmaiL" J What is it then? Addition, divisioR, 'and sile'nce/' roared BiII as he left the house to see Old Man Wilson. .. CHAPTER" XII. A DEAL FOR BLOOD. .What? You lie, you skunk. You lie! This was the manner in which Old'Man Wilson took the news that Bad Bill William!;>, the outlaw, tGld him, after they had "come together" to the tune of one thousand dollars . "Cruel words ain't goin' to help things," snee 'red Bill. 0' His hand toyed with his reolver. Old Man Wilson. saw the motion. II You haven't got spunk enough to shoot, Bill," he cried. t Perhaps I was hasty in my language. Pardon a father's anger." "All right! BJ.lt howabout the cash? Will you pay up?" Bad Bill cried. Wait a bit. Let's get to the bottom o f this thing." All right, if you want to delay the game, go ahead." Do you know that you are right? " Sartin." , You saw my daughter talking to R0Y Jerome? i II He'was later seen to kiss her?" "Yep. And he hlt'gged her good tbO." The villain! " I don't know aQout that. She's a lookin' gat A man usually hugs and kisse s the gal he s going to marry If. he didn't she probably wouldn't 'marry him." A gleam of the long dead romance of Old Wilson's life, when .he marr. ied Enid's mother crept into the miser's eyes. "I expect my daughter to marry," cried Old Wilson. "I expect her to ahem-kiss the man she is going to marry, anGi to-ahem-but we wiII let that I phase Of this'affair sink into-ah-obIivion. 'What I don't want my daughter to do is to comptomise herself ",lith this convict-to-be; this coun.terfeiter " I see.." And as for marrying him she must not do it. She can not throw herself away like that. Why man, she will. be a very rich girl when I die. Think i position she would occupy If l:J:le was to marry this, ,man, who undoubtedly has passed a counterfeit thousand d ollar biII and for whom a warrant, ha' s been sworn out by the 'man he, swindled." Bill chuckled. .... ," What grinning about?" I If you leave your daughter a heap of m oney, and .... if she marries Roy Jerome, and still has the heap of money--" Y es? \ "ThePe's a whole l'df 6 f people who con .... sider theQ1' selves leaders of societY. 'that won't care where she got: the money, a s l l'ong as she got it." II Yes." II And there's a whole lot of people in this world who think they are cream cheese who wouldh't care if the husband of such a rich gal as you say your'daughter will be, had passed seven million counterfeit billswhat?" Old Man Wilson made a wry face. II The kindof people that will condone that sort of thing, I don't want to know," he said, 'and I don't propose that my daughter, while I'm alive or after I'm dead \an get in that kind o f a set. See?" 'That' s right. You'Te like most men. You want to run things for Y04r heirs after you are dead. I never thought much of stickin' a dead hand out 0' the grave to tell a man', s wife and daughter how they ought to live. The dead ought to flock, n.ow, by thefu selves; the 11vin' "by themselves. And no dead man ough' t to try and run the business 0' the livin'." Old Man \7iTilson flushed, II YOll are trying to read me a lesson," he cried. Not a bit. asked me for my views. You've \ l 1 bd got em. m Just a mere out aw, a a -man, a gun-fighter, a crook, b\lt I've got common sense. You .rich people always did make fTIe weary." II Well, we won't argue that question. What I want to know is, that you will keep your promise, ." II You mean my promise to prevent this mad mar riage?; "I do." ) II I'll guarantee to" prevent it if you put up tQat thousand you promised me a little while ago if I would tell you alL" II How can I be sure that you will keep your word? II I can't be sure that. I'll keep it myself except one way." II that?" Bad Bill took Old Man Wilson's walking cane which stood near at hand and raised it as he would a rifle. Bill appeared to take careful and deadly aim at, something faraway. II Click" said Bill. he smiled grimly at Wilson. II You see?" Bad Bill cried. (. Wilson II saw." ... He made a grimace. He came nearer to Bill. I want you to p,'event that mar:riage at all costs," Wilson hissed. U But I won t risk my neck by 'inciting you to commit murder." II Don't let that worry you. I took two shots at this ch.ap Roy Jerome from the bushes a spell ago. I 'thought sure I'd killed him. But he seems to bear a charmed life. If I go after him again I'll git him, beau. ,Don't you think that I won't." II When y ou have got-I mean when I'm convinced, that the marriage w i ll not and can nGt take place, then I'll pay you' thousand dollars willingly." Bad Bill snorted. J "No,thin' do in' that way," he cried. "You put up seven-fifty in gold before I pulls a tFigger. The rest up to dne Thou' is to cOllle my way a.s. soon as Roy Jerome is do"vn and out."

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THE AMEIUCAN IND1AN WEEKLY. CHAPTER XIII. , ,. \ , BAD BILL S PLOT FAILS. , 1 t "'las a !'diea:ci,jj' that strode, two hours l<\-ter, ulP ,tG> J b d Bill Wi' 1hiams :cottage. ', T he entire su.rveying force of Roy Jerome was Ul the gTJm m parrty_ Owen ludd was in the lead. Every 'man w:as armed to the teeth. Rifles bri tled in every hand. and knives hung at every belt. Surround' the house," cried Judd as soon as Old Madge's cabin was reached. The earnes t company had within a ,moment spread out, got around the hut, and were awaiting, the next move bf Owen'.s. , Th'ey all had come t6 the conclusioR that there was now a til1ne come when organized society should take its way, and punish the evil-doer, B-a-d Bill Williams, the outla"v Every man knew that the evidence w ould be hard to produce. Enid woukl not, care to testify against the bandit for if she did her own father' s neck would be the forfe i t They also knew that the law's course' would be tedious. They'knew further that the best way out of the en tire matter was to surround Bin's cottage, and take him and his hel1-cat of a mother out and' ly;nch tiaem There no 'necessity for taking the ,remainder of f, the hamlet of Hangman's Gulch into their delibera, 'tlons "Boys," cried Owen, "we don't even want Roy Jerome to know we are to lynch .that pair of crooks. I hate, myself, to lynch a woman, but Old Madge is too dangerous to be left alone in this camp aftet' her son is dead. She might stir up the lawless. Then there wopld be more trouble. We wilt make this matter a final one, quick See'?" A vote was then taken. I t was 'unanimous. The death penalty was uecided thus to be the fate o f Bad Bill Williams, counterfeiter,' and Old Madge Williams, his n10ther, who was aiding him in' his career of crime. "Now boys," said Owen softly, when he looked around upon the gang of determined faces that. made the guard around the hut of the two,criminals who had been set aside for death, "two of you come along with me inside. vVe will make the arrest." \ "WeB Bill" dearie,'; the men heard mother of the outlaw say just at they entered the h ut, made ,the deal with Old Man Wil ?on.'" Sure}' , "What are yblf going to 'do? : "I'm going to fi'nish cleaning this rifle, and these J;evolvers ahd tp,en I'm going out to shoot up Roy Jerome}' Good! That's, my darling boy. Now you've made up your mind that's the only thing to do, Billy boy. 'Kill Roy as soon as YQu can get the rest 'of that reo ward' Then you' fly with me to some place. This ,sn't the 0111 y town in. the North-West." 1?he ,men exchanged They' ,knew noV\! that Old WiiS as qeep in 'the of Cri1'Ile las her son .was in its mire. . Y e s, it's the best way, Mother," Bad Bill growled. There ain t nothin' in being chicken-hearted. Kill a man if there' s money in it say I, just as you would kill a chicken." "That's the talk. Like your dear .father.': Well. I'm all ready_ This gun is a dandy," cried Bill He laid the weapon dowiL This was the chance that the silent party of three had been waiting for. Owen Judd stepped forward. His band held his revolver. He trained it OlJ Bad Bill's head. Hands up!" The hissing tone of Judd filled the room. Bad Bill saw the three silent figures, Owen 'in the leaci, with his revolver poised. 0 The other two men also Jiad their weapons extended .1 They were ready to back up the hands of their leader. Bad ::Bill was no coward. Like a stroke of his hand closed on his own revolver which lay by hIS side. Without even an attempt to pick it up, and with that perfest direct,ion that mere instinct seems to give the gun-fighter, Btll pressed the trigger of his weapon. Owen saw the action. He pressed t1;e tri.gger to his own weapon.. The men behind ,him also saw the a ction of the outlaw. also pressed the -triggers -of their respective weapons. Flash! Bang1 The four revolvers fired almost together, made a great ringing burst of sound. Old 'Madge had seen her son's action. She had 'started to rush "toward him to stop his attempt to shoot. 'The old woman just managed to stagger directly in' the line of fire. 'The bullet of her son, intended to kill Owen Judd struck her in her back. three shots fired by the three members of the lynching party struck Old Madge directly in front. Gentlemen, for Gods--" A bright red rush of blood from the hag's throat stopped her words. She rattled in her throat. Old Madge turned her eyes toward her son. H;e was struggling in the iron grasp of Owen Judd. Bill!" cried the crone. One of the men in the rodm who had rushed to Old Madge's side laid her gently down. tip-toed over to a bed at one side of the room and, covered the unsightly wr, eck of a woman 'with a qong sheet. Old Madge 'had paid the penalty of her crimes. She was dead by the effort she had made to save the rife of her worthless s o n. Bad Bill at. least was no coward. He laughed when he saw the body of his mother stretched out under' the sheet. Old woman has beaten me into the other he, cried. "Well what the-do you feller's want me to do now." I may as 'well tell you we ar.e going to hang you," said, O,"ren "in solemn' accents.

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30 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEFKLY.' You may as well spare your breath," mimmicked the outlaw. "I knew that when you covered m e with your gun and yelled' hands up." Have you anything to say? I What's the use of palaverin'?" Don't you want time to prepare for death?" "Naw. I was always ready to die with 1ny boots, on any old time. The outlaw knows that ,my minute he lives may be his last one. " We feel that it is our duty fa hang you." "All right. You're three to one here, and I don't know how many you have outside. \i\That's .the use of my putting any argument up? You'll hang me any-way no matter what I say.'" " Will you tell me what disposition you want made of your body after you are dead?" "I don't give an owl's hoot what you do with it. But there's five hundred dollars in gold in under my pillow in that side room over there. There's some seven' hundred and fi'fty in gold in .my clothes, I have on. I .wish you'd take that cash, bury the' old woman decently with it, and put a nice tombstone over her. She was a good oJd woman to me better than I deserved." "There's one th'ing more." Bad Bill shot a glance at Owen. "What is it?" he snarled. "You might as well confess that you were hired by Old Man Wilson to kill Roy Jerome." C;:onfess ? You're nutty. You can't prove the game you want by me. I want you td know that Bad Bill isn't bad enough to split on a chap that had treated him square." We' know of your compact with Wilson." "The-' -you do." We know of your getting seven and fifty dollars in gold, from him to -assassinate Roy for" " Gosh! If you know so much why ask me? " We know that you arS!, a counterfeiter?" "You can't prove it. "We know you have cached your and the bogus money you have made somewhere in the woods." So 'mewhere? Bad Bill's mocking laughter could be heard a long distance. "That's it. Somewhere," he sneered. Then Bad Bill roared again. -"You will never know what has become of that plate-press and that bogus m,oney," he said. "THere's ohe secret you don't know and you won't know. Owen saw that it was no use. "There's an old gallows further up Gulch cried Owen. "It's been there years and has figured in other lynchings." "You bet it has," howled Bill, bravo to the last. "My fath e r was lynched there twenty years ago. Well what's good enough for dear old dad is .good enough for his son. Now kill me as quick as you .can." Before he was swung into the other world, bold, bad, with fearless eyes turned upon his captors, Bad Bill called Owen to one side. He spoke 101}g and with some detail, the watchers around the rough scaffold could see "Now then boys," yelled the outlaw when he had finished. i rll meet you in the hot place." A few convulsive twitches, a swaying of the dark form of the bandit ri1q.rked the end of his life Soon he swu ng the same gallows that had been used to execute his father; a gri1n, / terrible warning to othe1' bad men and gun-fighters everywhere Owen Judd breathed freer when he saw that Bad Bill Williams was dead. I am sorry he told me that before he died," Judd whispered to himself. CHAPTER XIV. THE MY;iTERY O f THE GHOST . Silently the body of 'BadBill was at length from the gallows. Swift messengers' had hurried back to Hangri-Ian's Gukh .... and. had b'ought a rough coffin. The news of the IYl1chlllg and the d ,eath of Old Madge hu c h a tragedy, was softly sobbing on Roy Jerome's shoulder; for with the death of Bad Bill and his mother, and the practical flight of Old Man Wilson, there was 'now no longer a reason for Roy' s continuing to play the part of an outlaw, and fugitive from justice. \ I Constable Brennan had seen the way opinion was trending. He had no great anxiety to remain at Hangman's Gulch and with a wink at Tom Godfrey had remarked that "the warrant against Roy Jerome had better be side-tracked? : and when he saw the assenting wink in the eye 'of the jolly saloon keeper, had vanished' like a dream. Godfrey was the first to meet Roy when he walked -into the village. If you've got another. thousand dollar bill," God. frev c;ried, I'll fake a chanst again on it, and change it for you." Enid, considerably chastened as to her kittenish ro mantic views of things, met Roy and told him of the death of ,Old Madge, and the lynching of Bad Bill. I thought that something like this might happen," R:oy said dryly. "My boys are pretty liable to make trouble if they are pushed too far. In'this cas' e whil'e everyone knew I was innocent the quickest way was to do as has been done: Dead people, generally do not make charges, eh?". Enid nodded. She felt relie yec1 ',,, ;" the affair would never be known. It was all buri.ed behind the still white lips of Old Madge and her son Bad Bill. I Qwen came in just then and greeted Roy with great pleasure. When?" he asked pointing with a smile to Enid. Weare wa'iting for the Clergyman nOw!"

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. An' d there stood the clergyman in the doorway "He richly his fate." laughjng, ,. \ .' It,! "Yes, B'ut he had one dec ,ent moment just before It was springing a wedding-day pretty quickly on he died, He told me where he' had quite a sum of J Enid, but there had b een many terrifying tl1ings inoney in gold secreted, and asked me to get it, and ,abc)Ctt her for so long, that sne thought a husband then try arid reSq.1e his wife, The money w.as to be wouldn't terrify her more than the conspiracy 01 which used in her s 'upport and after her: death for her burial." she had been the center, and b'efore she' could make Whew,! I'm glad the .mystery is over. protest she found 11erself'to be Mrs. Roy Jerome, and "Roy," added Owen, solemnly. H The Tragedy of glad oJ it, at that. H(JJngman's Gulch,is not in yonder coffin where the dead (. "If you carr separate y,ourself from Mrs. Jerome outlaw lies . He ricHly deserved the death that has long enough to come with me, Roy," smiled Owen, overtaken him. The real tragedy lies ,out there in the t,here's something I'd like to talk over with you:" poor woman, the outlaw's wife -the 'so called Ghost Roy followed Owen to the scaffold where ;Bad Bill of Horn Mou:ntains." had beed executed. * * * =I: * * The body of the ,outlaw lay in the coffin at one side Old Man Wilson, when he heard at Fort Enterprise of the gallows. of the. fate of Bad Bill Williams and Old Madge, de"What's that," crfed Roy, as he indicated a white cided not to return to Hangman's Gulch for a while. form that was seen standing near the coffin and point-In faCt he wrote to his daughter that he felt like ing at it with one skinny, white,' spectral hand. 'going abroad for a much needed rest, although Roy .They heard the figure speak. Jerome sajd he was" going to give Hangman's Gulch "So this the last of Bad Bill, qesperado, gun-a much needed rest." man, renegade, of Hangman's Gulch," hissed the Wilson asked Enid'to continue the business of her shrieking voice of The ((host ot Horn Mou n tfJins. loving father, for a few months until the miser re, Roy jumped back With his face almost as white as turned. the figure that as soon as it saw the two men, ran Substantial drafts were soon after received in favpr shrieking, sobbing arid wailing back toward the fastof the old man, but aftera few months he wrote that ness of its. mountain I he had decided not to return to .Hangman's. Gulch. ,l\1hat IS that? cned Roy. Is not that the ghost He offered to sell out the busmess to El11d and Roy, that warned n l e when I first came into this I "whom I do nQt feel like congra't!llating upon your country? ,Is not another warning that comes to marriage to," the' miser added. me on my wedding day?"" Roy roared. Owen winked. He, however, ,bought the business of the old man at Don' t get' scared, Roy," he ,J terms fair toward both, and then resigned from the "Dh, but wouldn't you get frightened if you found surveying staff of the Hudson's Bay Company. that for the second time you were to be warned of Owen Judd was immediately appointed to the vaaant your impending disaster by that figure? place, and to-day heads his gang' Qf bright young men E-e-um,1J yawned Owen.' who are putting in the paths for civilization in the "What are you yawning about?" ,way of wad-making for the Hudson's Bay Company "Nothing. Only I can explain 'all about that ghos.tly in the great trackless wilds of the North-West. presence, if you will keep your trap closed and not ,go :And not a happier couple in the world than howling here about' warnings) '" Mr. and Mrs. Roy Jerome. "Go ahead Judd an"d Roy between them finally f ucceeded "That is no ghost.", in capturing the wife of Bad BiU, and had Her placed in "Well ?" a sanitarium where she has the best of care. It is a woman." 'She is getting saner day by day, but there is littIe What? " that' she will ever fully regain her reason . ,Poor nalf creature w.as the wlfe r ot Bad But her capture pas sed away The Ghost of Hom 1!1 coffin there. Now she M o nnta i11s although ,the actors in the bitter days that 'IS Bad Btll Wllham s Widow have ended so peacefully for so many never have for"G dGdt , 00 9 ..' gotten The Trage.dy of Hangmm( s Gulch Rov's face was white With emotIOn. How did you learn this? Bad Bill told me on the' gallows ten minutes before he was lynched." Ah." Yes. He married that poor mad thing ten y'ears ago. ,Three years. ago in. a fit of. drunken rage he kicked her out of doors to dte. . "The wretch." The, poor thing fled to the mountains.' There she has ever since been wandering, a demented, crazed wreck." "Then she is the phantom' that has been scaring us all? " Yes." Did Bad Bill know this fact? " Yes. THE END. The next issu e wilI be American Indiatn Weekly, No. IS, Entitled THE TREASURES OF MACKENZIE ISLES, ,The Outlaw's Drag-Net.

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l I .,,, \ ,'\ I p These stories, issued eVery Friday, are tl,e greate1;t detective stones ever written. No man has ever lived in this country or any other whose tales aTe, so so which so teeJn with excitement and desperate tions as thos e of "OLD SLEUTH.'" 'Fhe stones are tWIce as long as those in any .other having the enormous total of 50,000 words: ,Notning like it ev'er befli"'e attempted. -o THE FOLLOWING ARE r;.OW OUT: 1. The Return of Mystery. Old Sleuth, the Detective; The Great J;'piladelphia 7 0. On Their Track; being t4e continuation of "The American Monte I Cristo." 2. The Mystery of the. Missing Millions; ,or Tracked. by a \Great Detective. 3. Tbe !"ecret of the Haunted or The Great Detective's Tragic Find. 4. The King o i all Detecti"es; o r Young Jack Sleuth on the Trail. 5. The Giant Detective's Last Shadow; A Tale of Herculean Detective Adve n ture.', ,.' 6. The Silent Terror; A NaTrat'ive o f Genuipe Detective Strategy., 7, The Voiled Beauty;. or The Mrstery of the California Heires,!! 8_ 'The Myste"y, o f ,Sp'aniard s Vendetta; or .... Grea t Detective's Marvelous Strate.!l'Y , n. The G reat Bond RobbeT,)'; or Tracked by a Female Detective. '. W. 'Old S l e u t'h!s Greatest' Case; or Caught by the King of all D etectives. ll, )'lIe Bay Ridge l\I.ystery; o r Old Sleuthls Winning Hand: "'" 'I Shadowed 10 his Doom; or F oi led bytl)e Yankee Detective. lao Trap'ping the' Counterfeiters; or T ll e Lightning Detective on'the TraiL H. Traded by the Wall Street Detective; o r 'Badger's M idnight, Quest. 1,3. Detective's Greatest Case; or The Strategy of O'Neil 1I'f cDarragh: I HI. The Greates t Myster)' o f the Age; or Saved by the Gipsy Detective. 17. Trapping the Moonshiners; or Strange Adventures of a Government Detective in the Tennessee Mounfains. lil, The Detective Among the Cowboys; o r The Weird' Narranve of a Lost a n I 19, The j\ 'Iyster)' of t h e Black Trunk; or Manfred's Strange Quest. 20. The Chief of tne Counterfeiters; or The Boy Detective's Greatest Haul. 21. The Mvsterv. of t1,e Floating Head; or Caught by the King of the DI!t-ect h ;'Cs : \ The Beautiful Criminal; or The New,Yprlf Detective's Strangest Cas e The Great Train Robbery; or Saved by a Woman Detective. The h ol i a n Adventuress; A Tale of }.1-arve lous P lots., H ed-Light Will The River D etective; or The Round.Up'of the Wbl'ri' Rat' s Gang. 1: TJ,e Twin Shadowers; er A Sup rising of M istaken"Ideoti9'. Th!! S.mugg lers of New York Bay; or The Rive' r Pirates' Greatest CTlnli!".I.' I , I.r. 2R mock, Raven, the Terror' of the Georgia 'M;oonshiners; or"Tbe Moun taineers' Last Stand. I '\ f ,j :!!\ r'nmn-estr,ribus njsappearanl'e i -A Sing, uJa rl y Strange N arrati ve. 7'1. The Red iDetl'Ctive; A Great Tale 0(, 'Mystery. 1,' ." 78. The Weird "f-Fate; or Eoepn's Strange Ca$e. 79. The Tre;1sure of the Rocki'es; .1\.. "];31'e o f Strange Adventures. 80. Bonanza ,Bard ie's Winning Str;ike;; helng the sequel to "The Treasure of the Rockies.'" Long Shadow/_tl,e Detective; A Tale of Indian Strategy. 82. The 'Ma!f;ic Disiuise Detective; Wierd Adventui',es of a "T.'aos- t , 4 83. 1 A Young Detective's GI'eat Shadow. A of.Extraordinary Detective Devices. 1,)1 84. Stealthy BICock, the Detective; or Tralled to their Doom. 85: Old Sleuth to the Rescue; A Startling Narrative of Hidden Tr,easure. 86. Oli! Sleuth. the k venger; being the sequel to "Old Sleuth to t1,e .Rescue. 87. The Great Jewel Mystery; or'The Right Man ,n tile Case. 88. iTackson Cooper, the W,zerd Detective; A Narrative of Wonderful Detective Skill. '_ 89: l\oiling the Conspirators;: or Daring Tom Carey to the Rescu e. 00. 'The r Orime; or The, Weird Adventn,es of "l'henome"nl \' Jpe." ,( It:'j' the Italian Detective; A Strange, Wei.d Tale of City Life. 92. The' Vengeance of Fate; being the, sequel to "G'Isp roni, the ItaJian De,t e ct'ive." 93. The Special Detective; or "Old Transform ':' Q1l 'the Tr'lil. f!4,. The Shadow' of a Crime; 01' the "lr,on DUKe's" Strange Case. 95. The Sccr'et of the Heir; A Strange Detective Narrative. 96. Foiled. lit: a Fema;le Detective;' being the sequel to "'1'he IGduapped 97. "Old Tronsices" in New York; Qr The Daughter of tlte G. A R 98. The Trish or F!'J'g\1s Conno,'s Gre. ates); Case. The .. ter y of the Black Pool ,; or The Dutch Detective's Sensational99, Th' e Shadow Detective; or The Mysteries of Ii Night. , 100. Detective Thrash, the 'Man-TI3p-per; A Story of Extraor.dmary D e F i nd. J;. R-2 The V dIed Lady of .the Ruil.s; or Ham"d's Ghastly Discovery. H:l. Foile d by a or A Tale of the Grean SOlltl;wesL N ioght 1'1 a w1<, the 'Mounted Detective; or T.'ailing the NIountain Out-law& ,1 :!!1, Kidnapped in New York; on 'The Dangers of a Great City. :>.il. r."r ed by a Siren; or In the Clutches of a Beautiful Blackmailer. H7. 01(1 Sleuth' Triumph: or The Great Bronx Mystery, :-)R Troi l ,0T 'Bloed; Being the senuel to "('" Sleutli's Triumph." _. :>.'1, 1 h e 0 the "Red Oath;' or Run. Cover by, a Government Spy. 40. T empted iby a 1'I10man; FrenchH)etpctive"s Narrmv'Escape. H 1'he M illion Dollar Conspiraev: ,'or Old Sleut h to the Rescue. 4'2. from the Co'ffin; o r ... The Fnlstl'ation of a Dastard1, Plot. C oolness AgainStCunnin!{; or Trailed by Faithf ul Mike! 44, F o i l e d by r ,ove; or Th' e 'Mollv Ma!5'uires' Last Stand. 4i1. Under a MilHo n 'l)r Manfred the, Metamorphosl,t;t. 46. Tracked by the Man o f Mv.tory; or Manfre(l's Great Triumph, be.ing a ,equd to Under a Million I ., 47. The Human Biood,Houlld; or The Bowery Detective. on the T t.ail. 48. )la ... fred's Strangest Case; or F oi led 1ry the W e ird Detective, 49. 111 onte-Cr'sto Ben, the Ever Ready Detective; Narrative 'of Re I mal'knble Complications. I I -.50. Old Terrible, the Iron Arm Detective; or The Mystery of The Beautiful H eiress. ... 51 The Stain of Guilt: -or "Old' Puritan" to the' Rescue. 52.' r\ CQnspiracy o f Crime; or.rcilil!!: the Kidnapper s. 5? "Ol d Ironsides" in France'; o r Traited by--the Giant D e t ective. 54. The Beautiful Mystery of Paris;' b eing the sequel to "Old Iron-s ides" in France. mi. The Gyps}' Detective on the Trail; or Solving a Great Crime 56. The Half-Breed's Secret; A Narrative of Phenomenal Adventures. 57 . The Italian's Revenge; A Thrilling Narrative of Adventures. A Three-Fol d Mystery; A Straip;ht Ont Detective Narrative. !'i!) The M idnight League; or The Giant Detectiv. e in Ireland. flO. T h ,' S ecret "of the Dungeon; being the sequel to "Tne Midnight League. ., rll. "IYPs)' the Long Trail Detective; or Solving a Great Mystery. 62. T,e W eird lJetective; 'Or O l B BaliIY" on the Trail. A A Narrative of P eculiar D etective Tricks and DeVices. I tective Devices. 'I ", 101. "Old Ironsides" at ,H,s Best; A Marvelous Detective Nan:ative. 102. Trailed 'by an Assassin; A 1'ale of Italian Vengeance. .103. 'rhf L.ust of Rate; being the s equel to Trai'led by an AssaSsi n_" 104. A Golden Curse; or The Han'est of Sin, 105. :rhe Hotel Trap-cdy; or Manfred'" Greatest Detective Adventure. '106. 1;he, of Room 20i; bein.g the sequel to 1:he Hotel Tragedy. 107. 'Gardemore, o r (he King o f the: Shadowers':' . lOR The Fatal Ghal\'; bell1& the sequel to Garc\emore. the DetCl'ttve. 109. The Mask o f ,or The Graveyard Murder. 110. The Twisted TraiJ; bein&, the.. sequel to the Mask' o f ystcry. 111. Booth Bell ; or The Prmce' of Detectives Among the Iodians. '\,12. The Beautiful Captive; being the continuatiol) of Booth Bell. 113. Boot1) )3e11's Twisted Trail ; being the sequel .10 'rhe Beautiful CaptIve. l T Jle W'all Stroot Detective; or Harry We.ir. the Lightning :rrai,ler, 1.15 ihe Banker:-S Senet; being the sequel to The W a ll Street Detective ,'US. The Wi7.a, -d' s Trail' ; 0" The :U",stery of a Lost Casket. .117. 'The House of Mystery: being sequel to The ,Y:ljzard's Trail. 118. O l d Sleuth' in New York; O r Tram,,!;\, .a Great Crimina \. 119: Manfred, ,the' Ventriloouist D etecttve; or Wonderful Midnight f' Shadows' i n New York.. !.' 120. Wild Madge; or The Yemale Governvlent ,Detective. 121. Old Electricity in New York; or Wayne Winthrop' s Trail of a "Dead Secret." 122. Gamal .thc"Hunchb;tc.k;; or The :I!\dventures of a Ventriloquist. 123 Seth BOI;d Detective: 0r tl,e Mystery o f an ManSIOn. 124. Galloway, the Detective: "or Running the Crooks to Earth. r 125. O l d S l euth's Quest! or A Fair Daughte l"s Fate. 126. Presto Ouiok; or'The W eird Magician Detective. ., 121. Old Xronsioles J_ong Trail ; or The Giant Detective 'Out West. 12S. Forging the Links; being tbe sequel to Qle! .I ron5iiles L'Ong TraIl. 129, Qneen Myra,'''''' A Gam,e <>i Ride and Seek. 1 3 0. The Duke o f New York; or' The Adventur-es o f a 'Billionaife. 1.3 1. Prowler Tom, the Detective; or The Floating Beauty Mystery. 1 3 2 Man Against Man; being the seotlel to Pro\vJer Tom. 133. Old Sleu.th's Silent Witness: or The Dead Hand at the Morgue. 1114. The Deague ot, o r The Trail o f the Man Tracker. .. 135. 'The House o f ,Fear; or The Duke s Strange Quest. ,TO B E PUBL,ISHEDON FRiDAY. fl4. The Strangest Mystery in the Wodd; o r ,Harry. Brand's Winning Play. (1(\. The O l d Miser s Secret; A Strange Dete ctive Case. roll. The O l d Miser's, Secret; A Strange Detective Case. M. The Man of Mystery; o r Me"hi5to Detective. 'Feb. 3-136. !, Feb: 10-137. Foiled by Fate: being 'the sequel to The House o'f 'Fear. A Da.h for M"i11ions; or Old Ironsides Trail o f l\{y,stery The Trail' of Three; or The Motor Pirates' Last Stand. I fiR, The Mysterious or a Great Cas e. 1 GO. The American Monte-Cris to; A Strange and Marvel o u s Narrative., Feb. 17-1118. Feb. 24-;1.39 F or. sal e b y a ll and booksellers o r sent, postage paid by the pJlblishers A I;>ead .Man's Hand; or Caught by his Own, Victim. I ... I upon receipt cit 6 cents 'Per'! cepy 10 copies }or 50 c ents. \Postage stamps taken the same a s moneil'. All. back. always in stock.' (. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPAN:V, CLEVELAND, OHIO, U :S. A.

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, J r I Standing Alone at the Head of Its Class The American' Indian Weekly ... ;' PUBUSHED EVERY THURSDAY This great weekly is a radical departure from all other five-cent weeklies that are now being published. . It ha s the greate s t stories of frontier life, of Indians and of the far Wes t that have ever been issued. The stories are longer than those publi s hed in any other five-cent library, except the cel ebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They are all edited by Co l o nel Spencer Dair, the most celebrated Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and Gun Fighter of m o dern fiction. A new number i s issued every Thurs day. LIST OF TITLES No.1. THE OUTLAW' S PLEDGE .... .... .......... ................ or The Raid on the Old Stockade No.2. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR ........... ... ....... . ....... 01' The Purs uit o f th e Midnigllt Raid e r No.3. THE BLACK DEATH ....................................... o r The Cur s e of the Navajo Witc h No.4. THE SQUAW MAN' S R EVENGE ..... .... . . . . . . . .......... or Kidnapped by the Piutes N o.5. TRAPPED BY TIT E C REES ........ ....... . ................ o r Tricke d by a R e n e gad e S co ut No.6. BETRAYED BY A MOCCASIN ......... ............ 01' The R o und -Up o f the Indian Smugg l e r s No.7. FLYlN G CLOUD' S LAST STAN D .... ................ o r The B a ttl e o f D ea d M a n' s Cany o n N o 8 A DASH FOR LIFE ............................. ................. or Tricke d by Timber W o lv e s \ No. 9 THE DECOY M ESSAGE ......... ........... .... . . ....... or The Ru se o f th e Border Jumpe r s N o 10. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM ..... .......... .......... .... 01' The R a id o n th e Paymaster's Camp N o 11. THE M ASKED RIDERS . ... ,' ...... .... .... ........ ...... o r The Mystery o f Grizzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ..... . ....... ............. . . 01' The Mounte d Ranger's Desperate Ride TO BE PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY F ebruary 23-No. 13. STAGE COACH B ILL'S LAST RIDE ...... ... 01' The B a ndits o f Great Bear Lake Marc h 2-N o 1 4 THE TRAGEDY OF H ANGMAN 'S GULC H ..... o r The G ho s t o f Horn Mountains March 9-N o 15. T H E TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES . ...... . or The Outlaw' s Drag-Net M arch 16-No. 16.' HELD UP AT SNAKE BASIN .......... .......... or The R e n e g a d e' s D eath-Vote M a rch 23-No. 17. THE M AIL RIDER' S DASH WITH DEATH ...... o r The D es p erado of Poker Flat March 30-No. 18. THE RED MASSACRE ........ ...... ...... o r The H old-Up M e n of Barren Lands April 6-No. 19. TI-IE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE ....... . 01' The Robbers Round-Up Apri l 13-No. 20. HOUNDED BY RED MEN ................ o r The R o ad Agents of Porcupine River April 20-N o 21. THE FUR TRADER'S DISCOVERy . ..... . -...... 01' The Brotherhood of Thieve s April 27-No. 22. TI-IE SMUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ... : .01' The Trapper's Vengeance M a y 4 -No. 23. NIGHT RIDERS OF THE NORTHWEST ............. 01' The Vigilantes' Revenge May ll-No.24, THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT CAVERN . o r Tricked by Midnight Assassins The AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY i s for s a l e by all new s dealer s and booksellers, o r it w ill be sent to any addre ss p os tpaid by the publisher s upon receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copies for 50c. All back numb ers a l ways in stock. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A.


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