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Held up at Snake Basin, or, The renegade's death vote
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American Indian weekly.
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EVERY ffBOY SCOUT" SHOULD READ THIS : ::-. .'U' COLONEL SPENCER. DAIR AT SNAKE BA No. 16 mE _ARTHUR WmrBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND'. lldS ___ A. 5

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BY CO'LONEL SPENCER. TIE .ABTll,Ut W 'ESTBRiOX OOMPAlY, c.LKiBWj), QHIO, U. S. L Published Weekly. By Subscription, .$2.150 per y.ear; 51.2:5 far 6 months. WOe 16 Copyright, 1911, 'by The Arth'ur Westbrook Company. o..t' .Death By -OOlL. SPENa,ut PRINCIPAL CbIAlRACTiBJRS IN TttlIIS 'STORY. BASIL TYJ..ER-A of the R0al 'Nor1th-West : sav ed t.he lives 0f his friends Basil Tyler and Moun ted Rdlice, that sIflendid semi-military that Ross : aI'e making ,of. Hriitish North Aimer.ica a ha:ven of rest SLEEPY GEORGE trapper, whose sleepy ways I made and plenty for the ;peace:liu'i Basil Jr\Y'ler was him ;t he jo.ke \of his friends. !Like most sleepy persons sent j nt0 aJQ11g G;.eq,t .Fish River he was a terror when he woke up. He wakes up in this where.i.t 0 Clike Garry', in th;e w ,onQ.erJ,ul North-story and proves himself to be a pero . West, '1:0 find and stamp out the outlaw band 'led by 'APACHE TIM TERRY-A half-breed fudian 'Outlaw .and famous Apache Tim Terry" the terror of the terrj tarY. 'The, gunman 10' Keewatin .territory;
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2 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . 'The r e w a s a ring now in the voices of the cutlaws Y e s, the gang' s m bad-humor," muttered Apache that Apac h e 'Ti m clid not like 'Tim to Wild Frank .. "What's the matt.er 1 H e l ea d hi s bloodthirs t y b and by keeping his fingers "Been a hard summer," cried Wild Frank, 011 t h e p ul se o f their e m o t ions all of the time. ain't b e en no good pickins in a helluvawhile : Apac h e 'rim, kne w wh e n to threaten, and when to Apache 'Tim shrugged his shoulders. yiel.d, whe n to km and when to parqon. "We ll, it ain't my fault is it lie kne w now that he must take action before the "Naw. Ye sees, Apache 'Tim ye' 'us the ladeL' uv de m and ch anged to a mutiny against his authority. this hyar gang, -an' the boys thin4: it's, up ter ye ter Wild Frank Roono, Apache 'Tim's close confidant, git ov e r summin thet'l paYi." str olled ove r to the leader's side. "'rhey Well jnst you tell them there's noth" Hettel' l e t 'em h a ve tha r way," Wild Frank whisin g tha t s got a disposition to sit down an' d let some one perc d "'l'hey s out f e r blood to-da y We cayant e l se hustle for him wanted in my gang. I don' t want h o I 'e m as they's feelin' now." n o on e h e r e t ha.t has to be Jed by a string. 'Tell the boys A pac h e 'rim's face lowered, in ugly .rage as he if, they don't like the way I'm hustlin' for them to git thought ove r his position. 011t and hustle LOl' t hemselves A big m qn, was Apache 'Tim 'Terry, who got his Just then. 'Teeke, a Kogmoilock Indian, slouched over fro n t i er glm-man's t i tle from his frequent fights with to the handH chief. Apac h e 'In dians on the Old Smoky Hill 'Trail" years '''rey say, -Apac he Tim hold pow-pow with Wild b e f o r e his 'arriv al where the Great Fish 'River empties Frank. Then he tell 'um." iut o Lake Garry in territory, British North With this remark, not as lucid as it might have been, Am erica. the Indian slouched back to the ,bandits; who 'having N ow Apac h e 'rim was as truculent as the Apacp.e made their demand w ere now playing cards. I ud ian s l1e u se d to fight. Their howls as this one won, or that.one lost, puncH e h a d surrounde d hims elf with a terrible gang of tuated the atmosphel'e with, awful oaths. g u nm e n t1i.ie v e s, and murdererS', and ,was in Apache 'rim' sneered . a U th e d eviltry that made the point he infested with, "I suppose Teeke wjshes me to understand that the hi. prese nce n o torious throughout the great Nortli-West. gang are willing for )ne to talk over things v,vith you "It's a fool's -play to take a death-vote on our prisbut that they. propose to hold the death vote, in spite o ne r s Apache 1'im whispered to Wild Frank. "We of me," will los e mOl: e time than we gain by sending them to Wild Frank nodded.., theil" graves.'" "You knows the boys," he replied. "'Some 0' em You re g ettin' tender-hearted in yar old age," said ain't got no sense, an' some 0' em hez got too much. Wild Frallk in return. "Better git that thaI' feelin' But they's averages up pritty fair. Ef I war you 1 'c1 out 0' yar haid e r s om e '0' thet gang 0' ourn 'ull gin in. Let 'um take thar vote; twon hurt ye any. croak ye." Ye kin see a 1Vay onter et ef ye wishes, rim, See 1" S till Apac h e 'rim stood with his eyes fixed on the Apache T im "sa'f" right. grQ,und. But it irked hIm to think that he had to "stand for A t all m a n wa s the outlaw chief. the demands of a lot of bum bandits" as he put it to lIe mu s t have stood six feet in his stockings as he WHd Frank. ga,lIed d o w n at the earth as if trying to read an answer "I 'preciates yar feelins' answered Wild t o his thoug h t s in the soil beneath his feet. Frank. "I ]maws yar plans better than they does, but Apac h e Tim's hair was light. He wore a heavy ef I war ye I'd gin in and let em take that thaI' vote. li g ht-bl'own beard. I-Iis should ers were wide and his Ef 'tain eon-veen-ient like tel' folloer. out the vote, why m o v e m e n t s showed his great strength.' 'taint.''', But whe n h e rais e d his ey es the effect was startling. "But you know ,what they want to vote about don't ] 0'1' hi s eyes, whil e light-blue cold deadly in their you ? teady gaze, bore in e a c h pupil a red-hazel spot. "N aw, an' I don't give a damn. Them S kin vO,te tel' 'rhese spots see med to grow, and diminish with the do annythin' they wants ter.. It makes men feel gq,od m oods of the outlaw. tel' vote. But thar ain't no Congriss I eyer hearn tell Whe n the hazel spots seem.ed to be eating up the 011 thet had no call tel' pay nO' attention tel' any votes blue th e n those who knew Apache Tim started for their them people put in the ballot box, Vl\hether they casts gUJ]S,cLuic k or hunted a spot in the safer dlWths of. the thaI' votes here under the do-min-yon 0' Canady:, er g r eat North' W est forest. out thar. in them Unite'ed States. Congriss er ParleeWhe n the hazel spots danc.ed Apache Tim was what mtmt don't make nO' 'odds-no po lityciun don't hev tel' his name Apache meant. pay no 'tention tel' such hog"wash ez a voter." IIe was the n a demon ; seeing only blood, happy only Even Apache Tim laughed at Wild Frank's somewhat in slaughte r wild fearless a sneaking: deadly Indian, anarchistic views of elections by, popular for in the outlaw's blood there raged the unruly cor"YO)} think that voters don't Apache Tim pu c l e s of his Indian mother, which the white-blood asked. fro m hi s trapper father could not dominate. "Not two-fer-a-Canada cent. They's ain't no good But now Apache Tim was at his best mood. except t ,er put ye in office. Arter thet yez kin do as you H e glanced over his fie rce band. domplases The outl aws were grouped around a fire of logs and "Then your advice to me is to let' the gang 'take a brush, for it was early fall and there was a suggestion death vote and then do as I please 1" '&f in the ail' that made the fire grateful -in "Shore. Be a polityciu.D! l Ye knaw how ye got tel' its warmth. yar job as chief uv this yar gang 0' men?" \

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,/ THE INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 "Yes . You voted for me to take the place of your vou f e llows want to make a heap fuss over whether we leader." . decide that we must as a band, hunt down and kill. a "Shore. We voted fer ye arter ye h'ad put in erbout cheap skate, like this' fellow Basil Tyler." a yar 0' log-rollin' fer the job. Eh?" "Oh, I dunno," sullenly replied Walla Walla Cy. "I don't-t-t know-w-w." "Et's not the feller we gives a hang fer but it's "Wal I duz Ye gits the job 'cause ye played th' the prin-cee-pul 0' the thing. Ef we let's this year game fer it. Jest ez other polityciuns does. D on't ye Basil Tyler git hyar and git tel' mussin' ..things up fer go fer ter think merit counts fer any thin). in this us, we mought 'ez well dis-band th' gang fer good and yar woild. Merit' ain't nuttin'. The way tel' git the alL" jobs an' tel' hole' em is tel' be a good polityciun. Thar's "Ho, Basil Tyler? interrupted the Indian Teeke. a lot 0' truck go in erbQut thet 'merit wins.' Believe He had been listening to the conversation with evil me. There ain't .lluttin' _in it. W ot wins is good Ioglooking smiles Qn his face. "Who is Basil Tyler? rollin an' good politiciners work. Now ye gits busy, There was a rapid interchange of glances between en play a littk politics in this hyar case, Let th' boys Apache Tim and Wild Frank. take thar death-vote. Then ye fergits tel" force the In answer to the almost imperceptible nod of Wild vote Ye wins, the boys is satisfied, and all's merry Frank's, Tim spoke, as a weddin' morn." . I "He is a member of the Royal North-West Mounted ,Apache Tim knew that his faithful ass istant i:q. the Police force;" the chief outla: w replied. work of keeping thebandit gang in some kind of "Oh! I knQw . I1e heap tall man, heap broad shouldbounds) was right. ers. Heap fig'ht Oh, heap!" "I'm sorry. I didn't want to get into this' broil. The snaky eyes of the Indians were turned toward But now I'm here I suppose I'll have to stand for Apache Tim as he spoke. ,it. / "That's Tyler to a .'T',; replied Tim. "He's been So saying Wild Frank and Apache rim strolled sent from Fort Keewatin to hlmt us down and put us over to where the bandits stood watching the poker-in jaiL" game, whicli several of the gang were playing. A stlmning roar burst from the bandits .', Well, boys," Tim. "What's' the row? What's It was a burst oijeering laughter. all the trouble about?'" \ "Put us in jail? Arrest us? One man to do this Em "Nuttin'," coolly cried a thug, -who was known in we ez fifty," screamed Walla Walla Cy "Say, Tim, the band as Walla Walla Cy MitfthelL "We jet's is ain't ye foolin,?' naturally anxis like tel' hev our rights ree-spec t,ed by "No. Apache Tim; our: gallant leader.", "Hones' now?" The hazel spark in Apache Tim's eyes began tQ "Sure thing. An' boys, I think unless we are very grow larger. careful he may put it over? The leader WllS short-temper ed. "What?" This apparent blow at his authority stirred his quick The gang yelled in unison, this short word, when they rage. heard 'what their leader said. But a warning look from Wild Frank stilled the Some i..J.aughed. Others shook their fists. Hanas stole eager words o f reproach upon Tim's lips. to revolvers. Other hands clutched rifles. "E-e-um," said Tim "That ain't no way to take "Say, don't make fun 0' us : cried Walla Walla Cy. up grave questions l ike that. Now Walla Walla Cy ain't er lot 0' kids." spit out your fee l ins What's' the row? An' what "-1 'm not' making fIm of you," do you boys want?" "w ot kinder a hez this chap-gwan, Tim yer "Nuttin," surlily ,replied Walla Walla Cy. "We likker's soured on ye this mornin' an' ye has a fit 0' wants our rights." yar liver. "You gets 'em every' time as long as I'm leader of Walla Walla Cy jeered at his leader as he spoke. this band." Now, boys replied Tim, "be reasonable. If yon "Don't know wheter we does er doesn't-yet." want to make a band matter of this, why it's up to , Walla Walla, are you lookin' for trouble?" you. But let me warn you. This Tyler is only one The blue in Apache Tim's eyes could hardly be seen but there's the law about him and behind him a-backin' now. Instead there was a wide expanse of him up,' hazel spots that flickered and danced in coLd menace. "Wot d' we care fer the la.w," sneered Walla Walla' Walla Walla Cy started to answer Cy. "'1'har ain't no law up hyar on the front-eer." But he happened to raise his eyes. saw the "Not so far. But with the adve:qt of this Basil deadly spots flicker and he cleared his throat and said Tyler there may be," quietly replied Tim. "So far n othing but sulle nl gazed at the suspended poker for years we have run a good game out here. Weare g a me. so far toward the Arctic Circle that p-eople back further A quiver ran around the bandit ranks. .. where the countr)T is mOre settled don't pay much atNo one cared to beard the leaping light in Apache tention to us. We've been runnin' our game with no Tim's eyes. limit to et, an' now, well this 'hyar Mounted Police. T he situatio n b ega n to be awkward. man ought to be left stri'ctly alone." I Wild Frank it from becoming bloody by rush I "Don't see it fer mine," put in Wild Frank. "Wh V mg forward WIth a remark. should we uns let this hyar chap git a 'goin. Et seems "Seems ter me uts. a helluvapowwow we 'er havin' ter me et's up tel' us tel' kill Basil Tyler, whether he's as tel' votin' whether we are ter/take a deathvote tel' a Mounted Poleeceman er a Unmounted one." make a band uv a sneakin' coyote uv a copper." "Oh, you can kill him in 'about a second 0' yer time," -,,'That's right," cried Apache Tim. "Seems to me snapped Apache Tim. "What I'm afraid of js the

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4 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY come back that will come after y ou chaps has got him." "A come-back 1 W ot ye m ean said Walla Walla Cy. "How kin thaI' be a trouble frum a killin one inf?rnal po-Ieee-mum 1" '''Because he will be the embodiment of the law anll it, ain't the copper that you fellows will kill but ye will kill the law. Now the law don t die but comes up arter ye have killed it and makes more trouble for yeo The more you kill it the more it comes back." "Say, ain't he the tonguey one 1 shouted Wild Frank. "We dicln't think we'd 'lected no la,wyer to rule us, did we boys when we 'lected Apache 'rIm ter be our leader 1" "If Wild Frank had an opinion that he woul d stick ,to for five minutes without changing it a dozen times, I'd drop dead," replied Apache Tim. ('I see you boys mean to take a v ot e Now go ahead. Vote as fast as you want. I '1'here w ere some long heads in the ranks of the ban dits that didn't feel like mixing into 'the trouble and who sided with Apache Tim. There was no fear of killing in the heart of Apache Tim and which' actuated his feeling that it' was bad policy to kill Basil T y l e r even if young Mounted Pol)ceman was in Keewatin territory for the purpose of destroying Apache Tim's bandit band. '1'im would rather murder Basil T y ler than not. But' he knew the d estruction of his gang would eventually follow any overt attack on the authority vested in T y l er. This feeling was shared in common with the wiser men of the gang and there soon was an aniIDated argu ment as to whether to take the death -vote or not. A shrill whist l e broke into the deliberations. Its note sounded iTom the lips of a sentinel w ho stood on a rocky point that him a view of the white alka, li trail which from the little hunting settlement of "ihites on Lake Garry, known as Snake Basin and which twined over mountains, through vast forests, over wonderful rivers, and through beautiful canyo ns. until it reached Fort Keewatin, three hUndred miles oj: desolation, so far as civilizat ion was concerned, away. The outlaws rushed to their arms with quick pre cision which showed they were well drilled to resist sudden attacks, Horses seemed to slide forward from nowhere. Men mounted in haste, and hardly had the sound of the 'shrill whistle ended when every man in the band was mO,unted and ready for the fray. The moment that the whistle had sounded the per sonal messenger of Apache Tim had rushed out to 'the sentinel. He had learned why the alarm was given. The messenger was quick to tell of the discovery by the sentinel. As soon as Apache Tim heard the news from the mes senger a smile of bloodth1r.sty delight swept over the outlaw's face. "We won't have time to v ote just now, boys," Apache Tim cried. "Basil Tyler is comin' to his death. Big Jake, our sentinel, sends me word that the Mounted Policeman is coming up the trail." "Shoot the coyote! Fill the policeman full of holes," shrieked the bandit mob. \ "Come 011. boys. We'll kill him now," shouted -Apache Tim as h e gave rein to his noble gray horse a mettlesome clia ,rger that tore ,toward ,the trail, bearing the outlaw leader on his back. Directly bep.ind Apache Tim streamed the bandits on the missi?n of bloody murder! CHAPTER' II. i THE WARNING. out,)' o ,rdered, Tim to his 1;>and, as soo n as he st'ruck tile Fort', Keewatin trail' along which he expected to see Basil Tyler; the Royal Not:th West Mounted Policeman, pr9gressing. ' 'Some take the wood way and cut him, off iri the rear, yelled Wild Frank. The outlaws spread o'!t, leaving Frank and Tim alone. : Tim pulled his horse out of I his stride and await':ld the return of the ban'a 's inessenger whom: He :knew would soon be back to tell him that the outlaws were entrenched. Apache Tim li 'ad his band under good 'military discipline, , ", , Fights with tnem victory because tqe ob>?ous precautions of a band of fighting men was preserved. Messengers from t he different bodies of fighting units reported to the commrande'r of all, and, the result was that few of the fights of. the Apache Tim gang were lost. '. ." I The men. in: the band kn;Elw also the first toward a vlCtory was to obey commander. .Thus, when r:I:im r equested Wild Frank .tQ hurry down the trail to watCh for the arrival of Basil Tyler, he was met with obedience. I Tim then jumped from his ;hors e; .threw the bridle-reins forward over the animal's head in boy fashion. Th j s was the. N qrth,-VY est ll1auI].er of a The horse dId not stIr except to crop amo'uthfUl of bunch-gra.ss from the side of the trail. "Rallo! Can 'you' tell me where I am?" A thin, piping thus spoke right at the ears of Apache Tim in the very next second. \ Tim whirled I' His big mag' azine revolver was sticking to his hand with the same position with' which he gra'sped it. Th' e action was tli e superb cat-like With which the regular North-West gun-man "pulls rus weepin, 1 '" 'In a kitten's eye-wilikApache Tim was "heeled." Bnt Tim hesitated to shoot. I j The figure tha,tstrode ,toward him was one of the queerest he had ever seen. It was the form of a rather undersized man. Re wore an' antique dress. A queer, old-fashioned, full bottomed coat fell to his knees, It was plum-colorea.' and heavily adorned with old fashioned bullion lace, Knee-breeches with knee-buckles ofg-old, set with flashing gems next attracted Apache Tim's eyes. ' The breeches were in color: .... T.ightly fitting top boots of yellow leather, with red tops, m .et the knee-breeches.

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THE AMERIC.AN INDIAN WEEKLY. A pair of, gold spurs with tiny wheel-like I rowels temper ought not to have given way. You are only a attached stuck out straight from the extremely high civilian." heels the little man wore on his boots. So say!ng the tiny' man thrust his sword back into A black-velvet cocked-hatiwith a buff cockade sur-its scabbard and turned away from Tim. mounted the ma:q:'s head. . I But Tim was not to be thrltst aside with such scant The back part' of head. was covered with a ;white ceremony. wig which ended ina quelie. your pardon," Tim said with the clumsy and The ,,:hite-wig had 1;>een pushed back, from man's ferocious politeness of a grizzly bear. "I meant no face WhICh was round; shaven, yet' bore a peculiar' waxin this age we aren't, used to seein' things like hue. -I mean men, like you come striding tQward us, even "What in thunder have I struck?" thought Apache way out here from civilization." Tim. ',' "Way out here? Why-y-I heg your pardon, sir-The thought stayed the bullet in his rev' olver, already rah! But, it'seems to me we are at cross-purposes." cocked, from speeding on,its death errand as the ban"It looks that, way," dryly replied the outlaw. dit pressed the trigger of his weapon. J'" Now it may be well for me to tell you who I am." "Hallow! ' cried the. thin, piping, again. "Can{ "It may be." you me wh, e .re Tam?" , 'I am an officer of King George the Third, and i am :.Apache Tim was astonished. ab1e to pay you for directing me on my way to Ottawa. "NoV\" (J,on't point your, weapon at ,the little Here, sin'ah! Here is something for your trouble." voice ,continued. "'I am also armed a 'nd it would be 'The,strangefig'UTe pulLed out a sort of purse-bag and unfair of me to ,take advantage of you, my man. I am a extracted a glunea from it. soldier by profession. I must not attack a civilian by He handed the coin to Tim. all the rules of war.", < Tim took the money' with a mystified air. "Haw! Haw! Hli1w! AP3:che Tim, no warning \. He dropped it like a flash in the next second. from a toy solgier," the outlaw roared. "'He isn't The money was red-hot. afraid of a regiment of such men as you?" But the gginea lay in plain sight on the ground. "Sirrah!'" piped the tiny figUTe, whose face grew Tim stooped down and examined it. It w 'ascoined red'and whose eyes now seemed to be red-hpt furnaces, in tlIe rE)ign of King George Third, of England. ':you are trying to insult me. But never mind, I "Good Gracious!" whispered Tim, "this chap tried not allow you to anger me." to give me money one hundred and thirty-five ,years out Tim that the l figure wore a straiglit sword, of date." ,with a gem-set hilt. ' The figlire waS watching Tim shrewdly. , In belt was an qld-fashioned flint-lock pistol "Now, don't be afraifl," it cried, "I know you trapsingled barreled arid about as {Lble to cope with the pel's up here aren't used to much coin of our Gracio'O.s present day quick-firing heavy caliber re-King, but abo-ut Ottawa the men aren't so squeamish. as a child is a giant. It is good coin, is that guinea. It will buy.fardel for "Haw! Haw! Haw!" roared Tim again, "you don't ,your bir lady" I am sure, or hipp, ocras for your own mean that you're 'thinkin' of me with t ,hat lips. toastiItg fork?", ,.' '. Tim staggered back against his horse. The anger of the tiny figure seemed to a\>ou, t lat ,The noble animal was trembling. It was covered the bo 'ling point. I with white lather. rt was frightened . "'No!, No!"' :the figure Pipea.. "I 'will not. allow, you ) J'im felt the hai.r on his head rise. to anger me. .I I ciulIl'ot take advanta:ge of' your inex "My regiment," the figure added, "is in Ottawa. I periep.ce arms to meet you in dire combat. have been sept to the North-West on a mission-ahem Do not vex me more. I can not stay here long. You -;-it was can';ying certain despatches to the heads of our are detllining' a valiant officer of King George the Indian allies. We may have to use them to put down Third--. " that. piratel'enegade, George Washington, who is inThe took off its queer cocked hat and made a citing the good American subjects of :our Gracious bow as it did so. King to revolt-well we sha1.1 hang Washington some "God: save King George the Third," the piping voice day." wailed. "He.;thi.nks he is back in the days before the War of Apache Tim dreY'" back. American Independence. He doesn that theHis revolver began to shake in th, e hand that lrad Revolutional;y Way, is ended an( a gl,'eat nation lives never trembled' before in,. time of battle. where the cross of St. George used to wave." "King George the Thinlf" shouted Tim. "What Tim 's began to .stand up on the top' of, his head are you givin' me? You mean King George the' Fifth." in earnest. He tried to smooth it, down with his "Sirrah !" now screamed the tiny figure. You are trembling himel. But it would not smooth down. indeed insupportable. Draw and defend yourself." "N ow, my man, the figure said, "if you are one Like a valorous sparrow the tiny man flashed his 'of those men who are allied against, law and order in sword from its scabbard and took the approved attitude this country-bewaye! This is a plain warning I am for fencing as prevailing in the year of our Lord, 1776. giving you. I will1have' no fic ense practiced on our Apache Tim's mouth opened. sovereign's rontier. King George the Third speaks His eyes grew bigger and bigger.' Then he burst into another roar of. laughter. tl;lrougb me. Do yon understand?" The figure regarded him gravely. Apache Tim straightened up. "Sirrah. I see you have no sword,'" voice added. He glanced at the war-like little figure, war-like of "Ypu could not fight me you wished. Pshaw! My an age that has since p assed away.

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6 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "I don't understand, who are you 7" quavered the outlaw. "Enough!" shouted the gure. "Enough You bide this warning-death awaits you on the path you have taken!" Apache Tim staggerea back. He clutched the reins of his horse with a frantic grip. He turned to speak to the "'strange personality. 'rhere was no quaintly attired officer clad in the uni form of tbe Revolutionary War to be seen. "A gbost!" said Apac h e 'rim. "I bave my warning from the grave." CHAPTER III. A MODERN WOMAN. "Hull y Snakes Look at that horse buck!" Gale Morri s, ranchman, hunter, plainsman, dead-shot gold-prospector, a perfect type of the modern soldier of fortune of the Far North West, cried these words to Basil Tyler, Sergeant in the Royal' North-West Mounted Police. Sergeant Tyler was making his "post' this yea r. As the post was about one thousand ve hundred miles long it took him some moons to p,atrol it. 'ryler was a TIe loking, hearty, stocky; broad-should ered fellow, with dark bail', and eyes, and a chin that told that he was pertinacious and a lso of a fighting dis l?ositioll. ." ]:'ighting '1'yler," was what they called him all over the g r ea t Keewatin territory where there's s omething like half a million square miles and only about four thousand people to. divide them among. A c ouple of hundred miles between neighbors, there fore was not an unusual thing. A great waste of trackless wilds for the most par:t was the t erritory through which Tyler made h is cus tomary yearly patrol and he rather en jo ye d his life of adv enture, toi l and fighting But 'l'yler just now was gazing at a bay horse, a bron c ho of the valley of the Great Fish River. '1'he animal was as Gale Morris put it, "for all he was worth." "If his bucking make up his value, h e is wor t h a)ot of mone y," cried Tyler. "He is bucking splendidly. Th e animal just the n e xecute d a new equine war danee. He dre w all his f eet together .in a bunch like a playfnl kitten. Th c u h e arched his back as a kitten might, if a v ery mal iciou s one aud stagger e d stiffl egged ah e ad. anon arching his back and tryin g to shoot his rid e r up ov e r the brightly shin ing sun. o Th e only tr()uble was that the rider would not take t)l C joul'lley. The hors e then he e l e d ov e r on his forel egs. n e d e liv c r e d a vic i ous ki c k, hich would have hit a lDUll ill th e cent e r of his n e ck if the man had been seven feet high. Also it would hit a m a n about at that spot if any man had b een there. R e ally, there was no m a n there nor within a good many hundred feet of the buckin g horse. As this did not dislodge his rider he tried a new one. lIe s id e -jump e d ove r a pil e of wQode n timber about twice as hIgh as he {vas and then snorting, blowing, glaring with his wicked white and bluish eyes started to do it all over again The animaL whirled around next so fast that Basil had to close his eyes to keep from getting "dotty" in just, watching the horse. . "That brute' reminds me of the horse race described by a certain American author," cried Basil at length. / "What was the description 1" queriep. M orris. "The author said the HOl's, e in question 'hela the re cord for a r,nile and three quarters; only the animal. took an unfair r advantage. He left out the mil,e and cUd the three quart, ers." There seemed to be all this time no diminution in the fe rocious energy of'thr bucking broncho. "That chap sits him prett.Y darned well," said Basil 'I 'm to get nearer to see the fellow ride. Gosh, he can ride a hoss all right." Gale Morris smiled in a superior sort of way. Bnt he followed Basil nearer to the bucking animal. "But thunder," cried Basil as he got nearer, "why, it isn't a man riding the brute at all-it's a girl!" Gale grinne' d again in a very superior way. "Yes. I knew it was a girl all the while,:' Gale said: Just then the horse having bucked' all its spunk out of itself and seeing that it could not possibly buck its from her saddle, remembered a very important eng agement it had about three thousand' mile's away, and thinking it was going to take some time to negotiate the distance 'disappeared up the road with a speed about one jump behind a rocomotive's best record. Basil shaded. his eyes from the sun and watched th. e horse until it disappea red arouna. a forest-covered bluff and then he turned Gale. . "By Basil ejaculated. "That girl can ride My, isn't she a corker1 And pretty? Gale, who is .. "Bill Ross is her father. L ives in the village, here of Snake Basin "Old Man Garry after whom this lake is named was h e r grand-father. "Is her mother living 1" "Died aoout three years ago. Gal keeps house for her dad. Likely little gal at that. Good gal too. But say-she'd rathe r ride that bucking broncho than eat." 'Does she ride him often? l "Not often. She tries to ride him oftener than she does. This is h e r lucky day, and I guess the hoss is a little off his feed. He don't seem to put no spunk into his bucking. "What? Does the hoss perform that way every time the girl tries t o ride him 1" "Oh yes. That way or worse. Mostly worse I told you the hoss wasn't putting in his best licks." B as il looked bewildered. "Do you mean to tell me tha t hoss doe S this every time he is mounted?" -"Every time 'Don t he n eve r stop bucking?" "Yes. After he has bucked. aoou t so long the girl lets him have his head. He runs a matter of four J:rliles as keen as he can jump. Then--" "Well; what then 1 " The brute calms down. After that you couldn't make him buck. He (lon't know w,hat it is to buck. A chi l d can ride him, and h e is one of the very best riding

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I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. horses there is hereabouts. He's kind, easy going, full of speed and endurance--" "Thanks! I don't want to buy the ):loss. Why ten me of his qualities?:,l , ,"N9 -great reason of course. But I suppose that 'you'd prefer to hear more about the hoss's rider than .the hoss?" "There's where you hit me hard. Tell me all you c8:n about the girl, She is a peach and cream girl all right. ,,-.' I "Think so-but sQme peaches are mighty bitter." "Yes. 'But never mind what' some' are; tell me what this one is1" Fat, fussy; importapt, pursy little chap. 'Dhinks he looks like Napoleon the Great. Looks about as much like him as a coyote does like a wolf. Looks like an actor really. Smooth shaven. PompoUs very." "Hilm! And his daughter1" , 'Stunning, fine, hearty, ladJrlike, decent; nice, well educated girl. Ought to have had a better dad than '\hiskey BjIl But seems to think him the finest man that ever lived." Tyler 'was looking up the road as Morris stopped to take breath, I "Di' d you ever see pretti er brown eyes 1" "Not that I can remember." "Did you 'ever see a n.eater shape 1" "Never." "She is coming back," Tyler announced after a criti cal inspection \ of the horizon. "And that ,brute is going right well, now. ';I.'here isn't any buck left in \ ," 'rhe rapidly advancing figure of Edith Ross showed ., Did you eVllr see a more grace:fiul girl -'; "Never." "Did you ever see a bigger fbOl than you are I guess you' are Fight. 'I'll come down to earth now and you tell me all about that rided" ,With pleasllre. Her name is Edith Ross." "Pretty name.". "Think so myself. She is Whiskey Bill Ross's only .daughter." that Basil was rIght. . \ '1'he broiicho ,was Bot on his mettle. He came 'onward with a swinging stride, a beautiful long lope tnat carried the girl forward like the wind. As she came rushing, onwar-d Basil Tyler thought that. she was the prettiest creature he had ever seen in his life, as she sat straight astride her animal, her divided skirt not collfining the free movements of her shapely limbs . -' tIer high riding set firm. m the large wooden stirrups of her MexIcan saddle WIth "HullyCats! Whiskey Bill's daughter! Father a drunkard. Isn't it a snaijle 1!' Poor girl! tbe high fore and aft peaks. .". A twisted hair bridle led to a Spamsh bIt m the animal's mouth, "Why' not?" "Becaw;;e Whiskey Bill isn't a drllnk'ard." "Isn't he Then 'how' did' he get his name 1"-"He is the rankest 'Pro-hi-bitiomst there is in Kee_ .watin territory.?"'.
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8 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Did y ou meet a little chap, Jiressed in a faded old suit. of clothes 1" N-o-o. Didn't meet no humern feller." Th e Dum I mean had on a sort of Revolutionary uni form -the kind they wore in George Washington's day1" Never heern tell 0" him. Did he live in thesfl parts 1 He mount be one of them gold-prospectors over in Yukon territory. But I never heel'll the name about hyar.'" In spite of his alarm, Wild Frank could not aid 4im. This Apache Tim saw in a moment. In fact Wild Frank' wouldn't have known a soldier dres sed in the uniform last worn one-hundred and thirty-five y ears ago, if he had met the soldier h1.mself. But Apache Tim Was determined to satisfy his own mind as to the identity of the strange personage who had warned him of trouble that was to appear in the outlaw's path. So he continued to question Wild Frank. \ "You must have seen the chap I allude to," Apache Tim went on "He was a thin little fellow He wore an old fashioned cocked hat." "No 1 I clisremember seem' any sich feller." "He wore a full-bottomed skirt coat." "Huh 1 W ot kinder a cot is thet, 1 "And knee -breeches with bnckles set in gems." At the word "Gems" Wild Frank 's,' eyes sparkled. He kne w gems; that was part of his business. "Say, Tim," Wild Frank, added, "do you supposean,' ye know s me pritty well, do ye 'z suppose thet I;d let a f elle r wit g e m s on im git b y me Say Tim are y e gi ttin nutty 1" Apac h e 'rim's face fell. He was anxiou::! now. "But Frank," he added "Honest." You must hev seen thi s f e llow He stal'ted down the trail right from whe re Y9U came ,not three minutes after he disap pea-ted. H e c ouldn.:t escalle going by you-say, Frank, you mns t have seen him 1 I 'rhe r c was so muc h en ergy in his I words that Wild Frank look ed at the outlaw leader with a queer ex-press ion on his face "Ye r ain't, bin a drink in hev ye, Tim 1 asked with a great show of consternation. gang's g ot t rouble enough withuut havin' its c um down wit -de delicious triangles. " N a w:," swore Tim. Frank "This leader "I'm dumb ed glad ter hyar ut. This a havin' 0' yar' likke r a s ettin' on yer stummick wrong. ain't wot it's crac k e d up to be." "No, m y likker sits in me all right. In fact I ain't had a driuk to-day." "Hev one wit' me its bully good stuff It killed me fadder. H e was a good jedge 0' whiskey." With trembling hands Tim poured out a glass of the whisk e y in a tiny cup that made the top of the flask when it was not in use. Wild Frank watched him furtively but narrowly all during the operation of taking a drink. "That' s pritty good stuff," cried Frank as Tim shoved down a good stiff courag e -reviver. "Now: thet you've got yar boo z e inte r yar tell me all erbout it, Tim. "All abuut what 1" "All a bout what' s eatin' year." :Oh th e re's nothing to t ell." "Now, don't ye gin me thet. I've known ye Tim every sense ye w:as a tendel'foot down Smoky Hill way. Ye cain't pnt nuttin' over on me by a bluffin" this way.. Gin .up." .' Accordingly Tim : -rather glad to get some @ne "S opin ion of the events "tnat oppressed him so ;much, plunged into his strange std.ry '," "You remember .when we all separated in our chase for ,that Mounted policeman, Basil Tyler Y "Shore." ) "Then you rem:ember that I asked you to rush ,up' the trail and see if y@n couM see the fellow?" "Y ass. ( j _'" "While you were gone a ,tiny litt1e chap, face like a wax-doll, c ame up her<:) and tackled me." "W-h-a-t ", "Sure as you're a foot high. The chap wore an bId.' fashion e d such as soldiers used to 'wear more than a hundred years ago "Su. re as you're borR! And he paid me in' a guinea that bore the date of King George ,the Third's reign. An' the coin was .hot when he handed it to me.". B y this time Wild Frank's face was crimson from excitement. ,.: G 'way," he cried. "Do you mean to tell me th()t ye seen sich a feller ? ,cI do : . , "Imperrsiple. Y e moust er faHin a-slee]!! an erally dreamed 'ut.'" ': It was n o dream. "'l'hen yar locoed. Yar p,lumb I'm not, I'm as sanc as you arc." "Man ye cayant be. Yar' crazy, Tim ari ye ain't in yar right mind nuther. Say, 1.e .clidl(l: t sye no '. thing' ez thet yar feli eF. Ye jest :naturally was a dreamin." "No, I wasn't. I saw that feller all '.right: I kri.ow when I see real things when I see b1)o2)e things, I'V'e had my troubles with the Booze KjJ;tg, arid I. c ,an tell which is real and which is Booze ;: ' Frairuk knew that when A'p'ache'Eirh: talked this way he was 'wn in. }' Wild Frank did not like to admit his conclusions but they were forced uP 'Olf him irr<:)sistiblY. i "Be Gosh!" Wild F i;ank criec;t, "thaI' ain't but. one explernation to wot y e 've seen Apache Tim. Say" I tink ye've seen a ghost!" I "A ghost shudde red Tim. Yes, you and I have come to the same conclusion. That figure was a ghostly visitor to this world sent back from the grave to warn me tHat my days are numbered, and that Apache Tim's ga,tlg lias got t'o go aloJ).g with its 'leader: But Frank, don t ye tell any of the poy,s." , Sure. But boy, I feal;' ye's ri'ght. Thet was a gbost ye seen An' the Apache Tim gang hez gotter fight fer '. its life summin' harder ter beat theR that thar mounte,d po-licemUD." A fierce expression drifted over Apache TiJIl's faee. I was pretty cautious," Tim cried, "when the boys wanted to take a death-vote and do up that infernal copper mornin'. I so easy to-night. I'll kill him now the first chance I get. Come on. Call off the gang. This was false alarm, b ,ut by Heavyn I'll get Basil Tyler yet. 'rhe outlaw turned an<;lled his men back toward

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY .. where the'y .had their dreadful River, as it was yours to come here and try an.d get me to ,further you." 'Tl1l!tnk YOll." The people, whO intuitively tJtat tJieir fates we:re to strang!'lly cQm-", /. mused for a BASIL AN IlJRP,LANATroN. Then ;Edit,h broke the' silence . ""I you all r sh{l "I kp.ow ask for here a [01'me on that point, will you not?" malm,troductIOn, but I must plead duty as my eiKel1-Se." :WI I < warrply replied Basil. BasIl ,Tyler as he sppke t'h,ese words a"gain tb,ought "But 1 am in a difficult position." that EdIth Ross wasthe J!)l'ettlest girl he had. eve!' seen. "I am sorry to hear that." Tyler the girl .t? 'her ,''h@me "Yo: u see the information I have was received in a after she hlm wimilmg. He 'Knew that he rather confidential manner." do thIS, 'may pe said that he was glad that "Oh, it was -hIS duty 81nd mclinatjon in this case lay so close Yes. together. ,.' ,,', "You therefore do not wish to tell me a.nythiDig I E ditp b,ad Tyle! would call 'upon: her further?" for explanatlOn to her words. She desir-ed to aid '." Oh, not at all that way I assure you. In fact :i alll the man from the danger that she knew hung very anxious ,t01tell you all I can. But you see,' I must over: lus head, but. she did nbt wish to' tell him the try and not compron;llse others." of. her information,' and so there was some -' 'I e 'an readily .appreciate your position." '. r e tICence m her attitude as she faced him at her "Now that you do I will say that' I am willing to father's door. :' .a?swer any questIOn you may ask, only I reserve the "Duty? girl cried, wishing to play for time rIght 'to answer in case I that I ought not to do so so{ts hbw muc h she 'Ought to tell the young "That right r yield -to you absolutely But now that Duty IS such a queer thing . It so often makes we understand each other may I question?" USt do ;w'ha>t we do n o t want to do '" "I would rather not have you ppt it in such a broad "In case me hop e that duty light." , g o hand m band ID"y pur mind as they do iIi mine ";Let me--J) ,That. is a gallant speecli ';" "YOll. ro!,.I rather teli ypu aU h a;:e 19.ea gallant a sp,eech it was." JustIfied m a breath, now that r. have conie to review TlillRk y ou 'lV?Ur good opinion of 'my placing the entire situation in all its lights!" so that they can be 1ln.ders tood. But "Very well. I ;r will let the matter rest ther.e." It .was not.to that cqulq or could not fill the com" 'First let me say that the Apache Tim band of bIll m y?ur mmd that I called. What I : am outlaws are pl;;Lnning to )rill you at the first chance anxto]ls to know IS as to the warning you ga:ve me this th.ey may get.'" I. 'r t afte rnodn. ,, ' " ":I'h8lt ,statement ap.ds;n.otlli;ng to what you ha:v.e al-, "I 'know." toldme.)J .' '. "W;e111 can, you gratify my c1lriosity 1", 'They now are in tlieir den on the shore of Great "Then ,the facttliat :t wished t.o' save your life 'You Fish River!J,nd they meditate a descenti:l'pon this e steem mere ',curiositY?'" {, lag(;( pf Snp,ke ;Basin .if the y are not to you ',' Not ,rut aU.".. iJ:n' fiJ;ct I ma not it tJ;J.at way;t't to their de:n .' au,. I meBJlt was:' that ,r am not anxleus to be "Whew! 'J'hat WOl,lld a lot of cle,a,d people beassassmate d I also am 1;lot anXious to lie impertinent: But I. must really impress upon:you the fact that lam ,'It 'would.''' l;tere m my offieial position as-' a member of. the Royal "Row, do you ],rpow this North-West Police aJ;ld I must beg ,of iVOU to "Now I can not teU you. In fact I may have been shed more hght on what you said to-day." foolish in telling you but I thought it was my duty to "How ,can. 1 shed more light 1'" '" do so." I "Why ',can ,iVou not?" Tyler's face was grave with teeming thoughts. I "It seems to me l that my, warI).mg was enlightening "I wish y ou would tell me how you secured your inenough. I,.told you 'to 1;>eware' of Tim's oittlaw formation," thee youn;g man finally said. band. I "Only can I go this far," repljed Edith. ' infor'''You did." ,,' I. I illation comes from ,my who is a newspaper '',I add. ed that they we.re i trying, to kill you: man.'" P bl I "Oh. ho t." . OSS1 Y not exact Y m those words put the implica, tlOn that such was th, e desire of our bandit foe, was "Father learned the news." what I 1 "But why did lie not print such a valuable pi ec e of "If you did, you understood the matter exactly' as n e ws in his paper1" I wis h e d you to." When Edith had controlled the merriment that her 'Thank you s words excited she continued: "You need not thank me. It was as much my d .uty "You do not know f ather," she cried. "Fathe r to warp. you that your life was in danger at the hands news to go !nto his paper." ,of the outlaws who fo r., y ears have terrorized Lake "True, strange as it may seem. Father knows a l o t Garry, and all along the country watereCl by Great Fish of news but he never lets it see the light of

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" 10 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. clay. In fact he suppresses anything that could be call eu news." "But, my dear girl," expostulated T y l e r. "In this case he is in a position to do a public service. The pub lication of a warning will be possibly the cause of an organized resistance in the village to the d escen t of the outlaw band." "I know' . Father is very willing to act for the pubJ ic, to protect the public his way, but not in their way." '''l'hat is your father is willing to aid the public a lon g the l ines he the public ought to' go." "Precisely. "In this case he don't think the public Qught to go a long any l i nes--" , "But prohibition." 'ryl cr thought of the big snifter" he liad that morning. .' T "'rhen the r eason yo u can not divulge the sources the news you have given me i s because it affects your father." I "'rhat, is it. Father the news in, his dail y round of newspaper work. If the outlaws knew that he had divulged this information y ou know what wOlud b e father's fate -"Apache T im and his gang would kill him. and you." "That would probably b e it." "I see your point of v i ew. I think you are corre c t in the you take. I will ask no more questions . 0111y it does seem to me that the danger in :which 'the hamlet of Snake Basin is it ought not to have b,een weighed against your father's views, 'and the fact suppresse d in his paper." I '1. ',I . "Oh, Mr . 'I'y1er; you don't know fathe r. He would rather lo se a11 my aunt's money on his paper than ste'p back o n e i n c h froin his views-and all I think he b as a p erfec t right to do with his own; what he wish -es . It's no one's business if he don't tell all he knows in his pape17, and if as a result 4alf of this fair villa ge dies, why wh a t 's the odds "No odds at all, e xcept tbat some peopl e might critl. cise an attitude that cl.id not give them warning of impendin g the only thing for me to do i s q llietl y to organize a force to meet the invading bandi ts. D b yo u r e all y think they will raid this town 1" "You don't know Apache Tim, very well, I see. He would raid a n y town
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... THE AERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 make him a: millionaire some day. This was when he got his "main shaft" down a thous 'and feet where he figured land was fo be tapped. However, the date, fof the arrival of the fortUne was not even fixed in the mind of Morris. .He had been more than a year blasting, picking, pecking, wcirking, with another map" his "pardner" and they had managed to get their shaft down fifty feet. Just when they would get the other 950 feet of the shaft" do .wn" was a problem; but until they did they knew their fortune was buri.ed deep in the, earth. However, I th. e two men felt that time was all needed and having plenty of that and' to spare in the mountain fastness about them, they pegged away hoping some day to get "to the lead." . They lived by trapping meanwhile. A few days each week gav.e them fur peltries enough, to keep them in food for a month.. The only great pense they had being the purchase of blasting powder; and so tht "Blue Wing" was slowly "being devel. oped." There is such a splendid gamble in the mining game. As the shots came to his ears, Morris knew'that there I was something up in the -Village of an untoward nature. The explosion of a fire-arm as one g1lll-man snuffed out the light of another was not an unusual thing to hear. 'But when the shots came in fierce ; sequence; Morris was something out. of the ordinary happening in the village. "Tim the Apache, is raiding th5i toWn," was the fir ,st thought, that flashed through Morris' mind. He was right of course. The accuracy ,of his judgment p 'robably'-came from the manner of living in the world in which' he held his n,iche; to have a band of outlaws" shoot-up" a wasn't an extraordinary proceeding in the far North West.' It was an ordinary episode, just extraordinary to wake a man up. \ So Morris turned his horse back at the best 'speed 01 the animal hustled back to Snake Basin. I He found the looking as if they were the scene of an earthquake. The outlaws had shot out pretty nearly every window light in the town. There were half a dozen wounded men vainly trying to staUnch the blood from various injuries, assisted by frightened women, who like rabbits came out of their burrows as soon as the bandits left' the town.' A man sprawled on the steps of the grocery' store and post-office. . He was no long\lr one of the leading citizens of the town; he was now' only the corpse ,of he had been a leading citizen. Other.still forms lay further down the street. Qne of them was Ferdinand Billings, in charge of the N orth-West Express office and bank which 'had its headquarters at Fort Churchill on Hudson Bay. He was stone dead. I The outlaws in the first rush into' town had split up into two parties. One of them had shot and killed Billings in the office of the bank, had then blown open the safe with dynainite, and had taken all of the money in it, leaving the wrecked sale and its dead protector as an object lesson t.o the depredations of outlaws of the North-West. "A regular outlaw raid," Morris. "No one gang, even the famous Jesse.James gang of bandits that used' to terrorize the middle West, could have turned this trick slicker." He saw directly that while the\ first band ,I shot the safe" the second band "shot up" the town and got the pri.soners. ,. 'Well! ,Well! Well!" said Mo;rris to himself, y.et half alon d" They've sure done a good job.." "Say, they's did didern't theys," C!rawled a voice in t h e ears of Morris. Morris looked J:>ehind hin :1. There stood Sleepy George Potter. Sleep y George wa' s just what his name denominated. He was a rrmn pl;tst sixty who had slept away his past, was sleeping away his present, bid fair to sleep away his futu,re. That is to say he was not absolutely asleep all the time in the flesh; only in his brains. "George. Morris was wont' to say, "you are asleep when your' eyes are most open." That tells the entire history of the amiable old man, who could t.rap with the best of them, out-shoot most men who was always ready. to help, some other fellow; but all his work never ended in his helping him-self in the slightest degree. A failure? It's hard te judge." "Well, we ll, George," cried Morris. "What are you doing here?". , Wall, wall, Gale Morris whot be ye doing hyar 1" came th' e swift 'reply from the,old trapper, "rrhere's been a raid.' I "Hu. Hu." "And there's some dead men about the village." "Shore. But we both hev seen dead men afore.' "Right. But there's worse than dead men behind this Taid." "How?" "You know Edith Ross 1" -nKnow Edie? Wall, you bet I does." "She's a. prisoner among the bandits." 'rIuh." ., A prisoner among the bandits." Sleepy George betrayed no great surprise. It took time for a fact to percolate through his brain. While the amiable trapper was trying to solve the words of Morris, the latter went on as usual to tell the rest of his sad story. "Then too," Morris added, "there's a likely young friend of mine named Basil Tyler, here for awhile on business of the Royal North-West Mounted Police, who I was made a prisoner at the same time as Edith Ross." "I. know the boy, He's a neat lookin' young lad. Wall, wall t So Edie Ross is a prisoner-whose band was it? Was it Apach,e Tim's?" "Yes." "I'm dead sorry fer her. Say, she ain't the kinder girl thet will be satisfied wit a outlaw husband. ;Wall! I wonder wbt her dad'll think now. He had no call ter fergitt his da'ter in his love for them Proo-hi-bitioners. . "That's the trouble with. some philanthropists, they are so busy philaning about their neighbors that they

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1. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY., can't attend to the average safety of their "Now Gale," Sleepy George replied, "ye' look ter children. yar weepins ani' let pheel-o-sphy git ter H ade s. We "I ain't much 0' a re51der but I reads a ain't er going ter much this hyar trip but we good manny 'yars ergo that hits yar pint. are goin' to do a heap lot ,0' shootin', 'fore w e gits "What was the article about1 A recapitulation of back. Look ter' yar weepip,s boy T here's' a time f e r any story that you have read, by you, Sleepy George, talkin' an' a time fer sh60tin'-an in tliis yar, g am e is worth a lot to listen to.", ,I we are beyqn' the talkin' game:" "Wal'twas this a way. A baby was found in a The two men rode op. in silence at a sharp l o p e Lunnon' street." Sleepy George, little, strong, active, and hardy, "Deserted?" but a mere mite beside the fine bUlk of Ga le "Sure. sat his horse like a monkey. "Well what became of this deserted baby 1" ?n his slmging big steed'towered over "Et was taken tel' a horspital an' arter a bit er lot IndIan pony by Sle epy George'. .' 0' philanthro-oh, what dy call em--philanthrogic Strange It may seem each horse was societies an' chari-tee-ble societies was sint fer for made to do Its best, the two anmlals were about on a ter git some plan up tel' support the baby an' wen.'it pal: in distances ' .. ,; gits older tel' give it book-Iaruin' ernough so it cud They 10Eed a turn. m the traIl. I gjt its 11<'Iin' in this yar hard woild." :r'he .sharp Sleepy: George saw .. somethmg there" "A good plan. That is why so many of those char-lymg the ' . Hllble and philanthropical institutions are incorporated It was darkIsh, yet had yellow and lljlen who are rich give much money to them and Sleepy pulled hard on hIS pony" rich women die al1d leave them more money-a grand, stopped and up alfd d?wn m anxIety good plan." 'dart ah,ead agam. . . I' "Yas,s. I heern tell 0' them places. Wall, tel' git MorrIS adopted course wIth hIS. bIg arumal on. rrh' baby was some prob-Ieem tel' all them soand the two horses spun round, and round lIke a couple cieties." of tops.,. .,." "Why?" , .At. last were headed .for tp,e tp:at lay: 'Some on um culdn't do noth-in' fer the ki h cause stIll m ,the mIddle
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AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I ,J Hel' arms had been crossed' behind her. There was another thing, Apache Tim did not Then they had b' een 'tied :at the wrists. take into account. With a great stick crGwding open h ,er' mouth an,d knew how to shoot her revolver! tied 0:' hel: neck and, with her hands and limbs The outlaws were, meanwhile, continuing their concontpied would no possIble avenue ve:r:sati o n. .' I : ." of' escape. ,"Watcher gom' 'ter do WIt air Mounted Per-" Edith' herself felt 1;he' chances w,ere against it. licemun 1 .... \' But she was to "do die, i, and 'that A hor;rid oath disgraced the clear atmosphere. was a good deal . ,' .' It burst. from the lips ef Apache Tim. , girJ.s mew:. ter':-and fol-that best thmg ,to defend WIth was a good lo",v;ed each other, fast and. fierce as the bandIt told rev01ver. ,,\' (' ".'" what lie was goi:o,g to do with Basil Tyler. The girl msteaq of c ,arrying one in her pocket, as Ba,sil, Edith, .. did not know: it, was just manYi Western girls do, as well as fa:r North-Western, .. aro using himself from the' senseless state that the blow had: a cUnningly copthved pocket n,tted ,-'in hel! gown. u.pon his head, rdeliveredhy' Wild Frank, ,had caused. ,at hack; of her, q.ress. , The policeman was sick. and faint, and his head ached ll'he re:v'olyet, .her she managed to lift horribl y enougldo :q1ake the fact a surety; wal;> sWinging down', If he had riot happened to have just put on his wide the "girl's back betwe en he r slfoulders, and she knew felt hat' at the' moment the butt of Wild Frank, the tha, t for S0J1lCl'minutes after she h a d got the qutlaw' s rifl e came down on his head, the Mounted , in her, hands, she was free. ('" .,', .... _,', P701iceman's skull would, have been shivered 'by the : .illf'!E ,cau1t a of ea bI :ow:dealt him. "., : beI,ore ... they go very ar Wlth th'ls child," the gIrl He saved by th,e protectIOn of the liat, and al" in' her hea'H, .. it's because I can t get to my gun." tho'ugh an ugly' jagged wound was cut across ) His As she thought thi s fact over sh e felt ,11'er head: which bled free ly, and would leav:e a scar for p ulled sharply fo n y a h l and from the harsli voice of r, life" B a sil w,as .far from being a dead man. '_. -', -li Tim, which w,as orders at, his band, His oui-doorl iife, which ev 'ery orie who wishes to sl'l.e knew ,tliat sh e w.as, now in the van of the 'bandits. accomplish : g reat deeds of adventure" fo11o,w, Had ,.', Now and then Edith heard: the ho a rse tones of 'Jdone much :lior his st'rength. ' Frank., ','I' He, could stand a blow owing to his free wild life of ," running speed of th' e horses in the' band' ,'uruettereu that would have killed an ordinary to a and t q a '" ", man. ' "No use : of killin l ,our hOTsefl," shoute<;l''l\.pache Tim Basil, altllQugh he rocke d ,in ,the saddle, managed to to his following':ba'qd. hang on to his horse. "\,', Basin with sense enough to fqllow us here." !!i Tl:J.e bandits had, neglected him In, the matter of con "Er san' ernough t e l' 'do it at Wild fining!ll;m except had tied his feet to Frank. , Save yar bo:ys." '" \' '.' s a ddle and his hands to his siles. ,. T ,he did, as ,they, were pid. ". I }-Ie was ndt . .,' jlllome'nt b,or.ses" were::'reduced .to When had on Ithe, WIld "walk Edith felt her heart almost st6p\ beatmg,' while a had howled out that "thar warn't no use er faintness came to her' qui'ckly. thet :Feller, fer my, rifle gagg'li him so he wont talk fer a The two outlaws, Apache Tim and Wild,Fra llJr"began : iIllonth ." calmly talking over her fate: outlaws even in the stress o.f their, hold-up of, ye goin' ter do with this gal hyar1" asked -Snake Basin had howled at the rough joke, fo.r most Wild' Frank. ",\,' " ,', every one seen the blow with which Wild, "'Oh she's a likely critter' I'm gOlllg 'to-
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14 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Soon thi s scheme got Basil alongside a figure that he thou ght was that of Apache Tim. Jus t what Basil thought he could do alongside of the outlaw chief he did not know. But he felt impelled bjr some higher power to thus negotiate the distance. He stooped down, pretending great faintness, and tri e d to thus pe e r np at the figure he saw riding ahead It was hard for hini to dQ this as the blood. from .the scalp where he had been struck now ran down over his \ e y e s and almost blinded h'im. 'rhe blood began flowing again "With each move m e nt, but Basil was game, and managed after several efforts to s e e who it was riding beside' hiJIl. As the knowledge entered his brain he Just managed t6 escape a cry of joy. Basil Tyler knew that it was not the bandit c hi ef Apache 'rim, who was riding there ahead of him, but it was Edith Ross, the one person in all the world whom he was anxious to hear from or see. r ext the question of communication became upp. ermost. By swaying about in his saddle as if from weakness, Basil managed to see that the outlaws were in force behind him, and that ahead first rode Apac he T im who was talking with Wild Frank. .A lariat was twined in the halter of the horse Edith rode and the other end was tied to Apache Tim's saddle. This so plainly s how ed that the girl was prisoner to the bandit chief alone, and not to the gang, that Basil felt the red-blood cou r se through his veins and he felt strong enough to over-turn the world. "Never!" he whispered to himstllf. "Not whilel I ha ve an ounce of blood in my "eins shall Edith Ross grace the tent of that unspeakable outlaw, Apache Tim, as his bride.'" Just then the entire outlaw cava l cade entered the forest which for some miles now had been trying to eat up the 'trail along which the party passed. darkness now was almost as Intense as midni"ght. "N ow is my chance," muttered Basil. , He waril y urged his horse forward. It edged ahea d. A t length it was directly alongside of Edith "Oourage," wh ispered Basil, in as Iowa tone as he conjectnr ed would carry to the. ears of Edith and yet'' be unheard b y the outlaws. The second he had spoken Basil let his horse drift back again to the ruck of beasts behind him. He was satisfied. He had noticed the violent start that Edith had given wh e n she heard his whispered word. Indeed, Edith, whose heart as water within her bosom, when the word was spoke n by Basil, had needed to hear it. Sbe bad almost given up bope but now, there came a glow of renewed energy. "Thank God the girl thought. B asi l T yler is al i ve. He knows my terrible plight. Possibly be may hit upon a plan to save his life and mine." ing her, which she knew must be the bulk of Apache Tim '8 force and from the tramping of many horses showed was a large one, the' girl.'s heart died within her. \ A b s he thonght. "There is no hope. I must e ith e r w,ed Apache Tim 01"1 must esca pe him by self-murde r. I 'I'ears started to the girl's eyes. It was a dreadful fate to think upon; tied for life to the worst bandit in Keewatin territory if she lived; a grave if she wished to e:;;cape h e r dreadful fate. "And judging the words of the outlaws, if I accept my fate and marry Apache Tim, I'm bound to join the' ilead and silent colony where tbe 'heft 0' Apache wives' are bm'ied. He is worse than blood-thirsty Blue Beard!" '. Edith who bad the saving gift of humor in her make up could not help a smile from rippling over her face, altho u gll its beautiful lines were somewhat ruined Iby the fact that the girl's face was distorted by the gag within her mouth. I Basil Tyler for his part was equally overjoyed. "If I can't 'get away from the clutches pf these bandits," he thought, "I can at lel\st die with her here-not a -bit of harm shall come to a hair of her head while I am here." As for the bandits, the men were smiling and happy. .The leaders were equally so. ';' U Say boys this year th' boss clean-up thjs hyar gang hed in la. rs," cried Walla W aUa Oy "Say, thar' a cent thar's fifty thousan' dollars m gol' dust m that thaI' safe." An' thaI' was as much more "in bank bills en' coins," added Poker Tom Hudson, anotlier bandit of reputation in the gentle art of gambling. ',' :, Tel' say nuttin' 0' diniuns. Say, how d 'ye supporse j. dimuns came out hya in t4ar safe?" ret1ll'ned Walla Walla Oy, I "Some one ho cke d 'em. Thar's a lot 0' rich East erners outen liyar thet hez tel! llOCk ,their dimuns ter git home agin'. This yar minin' game is :rpostly . a game wot ef ye hits it ye hits it hard, en if ye don't ye hez gotter hock yer stuff et the nearest pawn-shop." li roar of applause came from the other outlaws.' They all knew what a pawn-shop was. It's funny but even on the frontiers the pawn-shop gets there ahead of the saloon-and it has to go s ome to beat out the saloon at that. Between the two, however, there isn't much more chance for a man in the frontier tow ns than there is in the big cities of the AnY:Nay y ou look at it the read y-reckoner gets your wad. These thoughts rushed ,through Basil's head as he heard the outlaws talking aQout him. "Wall' Wall'a Walla Oy, "et 's Igoin' tel" be a thing this yar hole-up. We. ain't had no turkey this sum:p1er.' "We hez hed a good manny feathers," cried Poker Tom Hudson. 'Feathers sorter git ill me teeth, ye knaw, I ain't so partial tel' feathers--" "'Oept ye has 'em in l a feather-bed," replied Wlllla Walla. "Ef thar's anythin' nicer fer a weary outlaw tel' rest hisself on then a good feather bed I don't. know watter it." "Yar rigbt. I'd like ter say 'Now I lay me down tel' sleep' right now," jeered Walla Walia's vis.a-vis, a big outlaw known as Long Jack, 0' Texas. f.' "Et ain't fur now, But ye wi .ll hey tel," fix up yar hoss 'fore ye goes tel" yar feather-bed this night, eh T" W aUa Wana grinned as he spoke.

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THE AMERicAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 'fhe bandits, Basil could see, were now nearly to their' less and wounded o thers, and robbed the biggest c amp. 'in the country hereabouts of a large amount of gold Except that, it was secreted in the depths of the, dust, diamonds bank bills and gep ,eral treasure .means forest, far from any human habitation in a trackless that there's going to be a hot hunt for us." wilderness of which he knew nothing, and with wild Several of the bandits looked gr!l :'ve. beasts on all sides ready to att;wk him even he es"This shootin' -up of ,that village lifts tis in a second caped, alone, or with Edith, Basil well kne,w from a common crime, for we know it's a we have He also knew that he would not attempt to escape committed, but it puts us ,in a class that up to this without Edith.. time has been held by such men as Jesse James, 'Frank Basil groan(ld. '/ James, his brother, or Cole Younger. These men were A figure leaned over to him from the right. Ee knew bandits of fame. Boys, ,that hold-up has made Apache it was not Basil drew back to try and' escape Tim and his gang famous forever ;in the great N'orth-an' assassin blow (. West." , 'But rione came. "Hurrah!" howled the outlaws. Instead Basil Tyler heard his own word flung back "Wot is 'e a givin' us yar stump-speech fer1" at him. yelled Polter Tom to his gang. "Courage!" the veice sai d. The right of free speech unquestioned in this Basil roused hilmlelf. camp of thugs. , 'Who spoke 7 Who dares speak of courage in The position of chief was held only by popular vote. this horrible den of outlaws 1" Basil whispered. When a man led tne Apache Tim gang he led it by Not a sound C3JID.e back to his strained All was force of his bloody deeds; but he only held it pleasure silence, except that to Basil's tortured senses there of his associates, and was liaple:, to be deposed at any seemed to be the word "courage" coming to him again time by vote ' npon the night wind that beat upon his fevered brow. He al!;lo had no more interest in the loot of the banel -than anv other member of it. CHAPTER IX.' I "DEA'l'H THE MOUNTED POLICEMAN!" No face ever bore a more demon-like expression than that of the outlaw leader, Apache Tim, ; the next evening when he had called the entire bandit force to gether, for the purpose of dei'di?g what course to take in: the case of the Mounted PolIceman. "Boys" shrieked the guerilla chief, "I stopped ye all yeste;day. I didn't want ye to kill this Bjlsil Tyler, the young Royal North-West Mounted I thought it poor policy. But since tJ:len tlungs have changed. We have shot-up Snake "Basin." '" Beecher life en we shot her up good," yelled Wilo Frank. "Hurrah!" cried. the bandits. "We sure did." "En we got a darned fine lot 0' plun-der,'" shriekell WaUa Walla Cy. It 'Was share and share alike, and while Apache Tim had the power to maintain his personal authority in the band by the prowess of his gun, he had." td beat the other man,to his gun," the main keynote for existence in the North-West at,any p o int. The outlaws, therefore, required of their leader a strict stewardship of his acts. They reserved the right to criticise all that Apache Tim did, at 1he same time obeying him, knowing that one ,man a l one must give orders in any community; to o many men giving orders ends ,in anarchy. "No if)s not a stump:speech," answered Apache Tim, to the remark of Poker Tom Hudson. "It's a warning -that's all." "A warnin?" cried Long Jack 6' Texas. "I ain't on. ,Put us wise Wild Frank mutter, ed to Apache Tim that he had better give it to the gang, strong, which Tim proceeded to do. -"You chaps mean well," Apache Tim continued, "but now it's, time to find a to" pull your stage coach." "Hurrah!" again howled .the bahdits. "You're the goods Apache Tim," shouted Poker Tom Hudson. "We'li stan' by ye tel' the limit." "What, t ? roar,ed the bandits . , Just that, replied Apache Tim. '< ..-'Even Wild Frank' was astonished. 'fhe guerilla chief looked. grim and sober. You bet, you'll have to stand by me, and by every man her c: he croaked. f We have pulled off some, thing that will make trouble for us all." cried the band almost in unison "We' have done a lot of shootin' and cuttin' and robbin' and general outlaw holdin s up, since we have been together boys," added Apache Tim, "but we ain't been really hard up agin' the law before." "Wot's th' matter witchaw? sneered Walla Walla Cy at this p oint. h "Nothing," returned the outlaw chIef. I m Just pointing out that we are in a position of ge r .'" "How de ye make thet out?" growled Wild Frank. "The fact'that we have held up Snake. Basin and shot 'up the town, an' killed severa l people more or Yep. It's time to quit,", Apache Till}.. "We are at the end of our rope The clean up in the Snake Rasoin Hold-Up is con-siderable \ "Wot does it tot up ter?" surlily said Walla Walla Cy. "About ten thousand dollars for each man in this band' share and share alike as we always have done." "That's good money.'" "But it's our last money." "Don't see how yez meeks thet out," put in' Lollg Jack 0' Texas "I make it out all right. I make it out because 'there's not going to be any more raids made by Apache Tim's gang." "Come off "Yar locoed "Yar tryi:rP to thrun us deown

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. These were a few of the surly.remarks the outlaw Tt's a case of 'save yourself, devil take the hindmost.' band hurled at Apache Tim. ... "Ye mean cried Wild Frank. But throngh it all he was unmoved. "Sure. '" ., "Don't you fellers git wrathy," Apache Tim cried. "This' gang's gotter 7" .... "I'm just givin' ye cold facts. t'm not throwing y'e "Ol" all who remain' here will be kille 'liby'the Royal down. I'm not deseuting you in the slightest degree. N orthWest Mounted ,." There's no use talking this game's busted. Tur, n up A murmur of fear ran around the deadIy the dealin' box. Bank's broke." faces: As every man had toyed in the palace ot Old King Wild Frank beckoned to Apache '.Dim. Faro, there was little doubt that all Tim walke d apart with Wild Frank. For the uninitiated it mig4t be as well to say that' "Is this on level Frank .. when the ('bank" or the dealer, who is the "Sure as-y ou ate'yer breakfast and :rad ,yar 'mawn-banker, in a game of faro, has lost all his cash he turns ins' mawnin' drink." "the dealing box" from which he deals the cards 'for .,' "What about the gal?" .' '" \ .' , the gamblers to bet on, bottom side up j this shows the. "Oh, she belongs to me." bank is (, broke. 'What about th' e cash 1" "Do yar t,hink a bank-roll 0' ten thou' per, man, is "We will di v ide all :the 'lo@t of the gang to-night 'bank-bl:oke' talk?" c!-,ied Wild about tl}e chap ',.' t Sl1ttm' my boy, It's not. But It means that. we T.hat darped Mounted pohcemap.?" have been up agin' the big game at last. ma;n; "Y,ep." woman and chiJ d we have held up at Snalce Basin 'Yill 'Thet's up to the band.'" .; cry for our blood. There isp't a blessed Mounted "lIoi\'V do you make that out?". Polic eman in the great North-West thet wont be rushed' "I ain't goin' to take no hand in thl}t game. What to Snake Basin to get even with us. They'll hunt, harry ever the bovs wan't' done, 1 "11 do." and kill us off if we stay here to hunted; harried and :' What "the matter witchew? r Got feyer an' killed I one won't. This gang so fer as "Not much.", Tim is concerne d is without a leader after to-hlght. ,I why this shower white-feather? I came from the old Smoky Hill route, boys, an' I'm go' "I'ain't showing nothin" to-night. There's a ing ter pull 'I1vy stage-coach right back them happy color in my; gol'-pan. Nqt a riffle .panne' a out for hunting, grounds." me this past six p.lonths. I I 'ye got my sha:r.e of the ban-"Yon leave band 1 You, tr-r-aitor," cried Teeke, the dit's loot locked up in under.mEl' vest. I -ain't' takil1' no Indian. chances. more with the law. gal I've gpt is Ii good Teeke stood about two feet from Apache Tim as he looker. She will make me a pretty goo a wife. I git spoke. married to her this afternoon. We skips this territory 'fim'. arm went up. b i the light of the moon." His fist shot out. "Haw! Haw! Going away on lonesome weddin' Orunch! ilo'nrney?' -'- Th a t was the sound the blow made when it struck "'You bet. This is where I cash in: my chips take Teeke in the mouth... my\r'oU, and jump the game. live got cold feet. No 'fhe Indian turned a complete more outlaw game for mine. 'I've got enough to go ,and' His head struck the ground some ahead of his set hp a saloon. This gaL's good enough lookin' for me. heels. T00 blamed godd 100:K.in' for a. wife to' ID;an . Ex. A fairer" knock-out" never was scored . I pect r'll have to put up' a lot 0 'gunplay to keep 4er A gasp ran round the outlaw circle. I .from gettin' stole ; but I'm pretty handy;. ,with my The reddish-brown spots were to jqmp out of weepins. I guess I can fight
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 He at length agded a few words to the pearls of t40ught been s.o liberally bestrewing the atmo::: phere untIl It smelled of brimstone. "Wot about'thiS ,BasifTyler?" "T,qhellwithltim!" Apache Tim. '" Wot are ye goin.' ter do wit him 1 I it to' a vote. 'The boys ought to be willing to vote on It now. They were all dead anxious to c-ast the death-'Cote this morning." '(W 11 tl I e, len, cum on an' we'll try 'out tha' temper uv the gang." I It had hardly turned its funereal face to the watching ruffians when Apache Tim pounced upon it. WIld Frank has the fatal ace of clubs" yelled the leader. "He must kill the Mounted Policeman. I WI11 that girl!" t-. -CHAPTER X. A FRIEND NEED. Bu,t when Apache Tim and Wild Frank suggested the. there was an unexpected shifting of :QOSItlOll.S. Basil Tyler and Edith Ross gazed at each other with "I guess lain er lookin' fer trouble,' cried Long a disconsolate expression. Jack 0:, goiil' ter git any of them ' 111e word disconsolate is used advisedly. Mounted Perleece do:wn on me fe r a de>in' up one 0' their 'fhe y:q,ung man and the pretty' young girl were both p,oddn e rs. \.' 1', ". N ortli'West tc the core.:' "N er me, t c ried Poker Ta.m. "N ot any 6n my plate They knew the v:agaries of fortnne whipped one not, fer mine,"" ,', b':,' 'first h.ere; then there, andJItey did not despair. Apache Tim sneered. .' BaSIl was 'determined not to. give in his hope of a "You alle a lot of chipmUnks," he howled, the leaping rescue 'lor Edith and himself'whjle life lasted. hazel spots coming once more in his eyes. Edith consoled herself with the thought that until she I "Well, it 's you'ter call us names," cried was married she was single. Wild Frank, "yar goin' on yar weddin' trJp ter night "'Yell?" asked Edith. an' going ter skip this gang then and thar? Why, She was shackled to a pole in the center of a tent, but don ye let some 0' ,the boys come iter some 0' yar she was nq longer gagged and blindfolded. weddins? Ye ,ain't no frien' ter. us-->-yar jest a measlv Apache Tim knew that he was going ,to break his skipper; tb,at's wot.!' camp tha.t night and therefore he cared littl-e as to 'what gang applauded. " ,;: either Basil or Edith saw. This angered Apache 'Dim to a white-heat. .", '" I As for Edith's screams had she been disposed to use His eyes now ;:;napped dangerously. her voice, she knew that it would be an idle waste of "Get ine a pack 0' he , breath. She was far from the' point where screams A pack of playing cards were quickly handed him. w<;mlcl help her. It was not thqught gentlemanly in'the North-West Basil also was fettered to a pole at one end of the, not to have a pack of playing cards always handy. tent. -' ' Playing cards were part of every gentleman's kit. There had been so far no ill treatment of either of the I "Now!" ,cried the guerilla leader, "it's a game. Wild unfortunate pair. Frank apd I will deal cards. The man who first gets In fact, Basil's:wound had been dressed in a clumsy the ace of clubs is to kill'the Mounted Policeman. The fashion by the renegade who acted as surgeon for the other the ga,l. ban.dits, himself one of the gang. 'fbe b'andits gasped and s): dvered. Edith had been given plenty of food. Basil had shared "Gee, thet's a game wuth playin' fer," cried Walla equally well. Walla Cy. 'Any way, feller outlaws, either we are a But not the slightest hint had been dropped as to goin' ter dance ter_ might at'the weddin' er Apache Tu what was to be their ultimate fate, save what the couple er at the weddin' er Wild Frank.' They be the corpse 0' had gathered while on the way to the outlaw'8 camp. that 'tarnal Mounted' Perlicemun any way ter liven up Well, Edith, cried Basil at last, "I hear that we are the festivi-tees." ,I up against it for fair." ":Oeal the Long 'Jack 0' Texas. "Doesn't;it look that way!" replied the spirited girl. ., ,Apache Tim began. -"But I'm safe for awhile." The ,dealing was a simple one. Why do you say that?" First a card was dealt face up 'to Wild Frank. "Well, I will tell you. You know that no one has It was the Jack of Diamonds. . tried to' see if I have a weapon concealed about me." Then a card dealt face up to Tim. "N 0 one has searched yon?" It was the-King of Hearts. '. "No," Then a 'card was flung at Wild Frank. "Have you a weapopY' Another card was to Apache Tim. "I have." Backward. and forward the went. A gleam of relie f came to Basil's face. Were there no aces in the pack. "We aren't lost y'et," he said grimly with a firm set "Wow!" howled Walla Walla Cy, "thar's an ace .'" to his jaws. He was righ.t." "Wbat can we do?" sighed the girl. "Weare oiIly But it was n.ot the fa,tal ace; the ace of clubs. two." It was the ace of diamonds. "Oh,. well, sicker kids than we have lived, girl. Brace The deals went bn with regularity now! up. This life is a game of one darned thing after Ahl. There came an ace! ( another you know. We won't cash in our checks until we have to do it,"

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18 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Never say die. Nail the color s to the mast! Fight Call a round in a couple of weeks, if .the place isn't' while a pJank of the .ship is afloat, Paul JoneS'!" take n I'll see what I can do for Tyler laughed. "Now, I'm in eqrnest,1' "That's the 'talk, Edith, I'm not gO.ing to give in "So am I-but first before you prdpose to marry me to these bandits unbl 1--" don't you think you had better rescue me1" ".Am captured, tied to a pole in a tent, and slallgh-I "Certainly.' tereel," rejoined Edith. Basil jumped' up from the post to which he was TyJ e1' turned red. supposed to have been tieq, leaned oVer and kissed "Wasn't I the ea si est thing to get captured tne way the astonished girl, untied bonds in, the twinkling I did" of a robin's eye; and gently out of the "I will admit tbat it was the easiest capture I hav.e bandit's tent, into the glorious air of freedom! ever seen." "Free! ,) "But you were to blame, Edith 1" This was the only word'that Edith could think of "H" And she said it over and,,6ver again, with a heart "Precisely." filled with thanksgiving. "I to blame, man, you are mad. But the situation was still critical. , No, nor even vexed. You are entirely to blame, Edith The young policeman had managed to break hiBRoss, for my capture and I can prove that you are." bonds while he was talking to Edith 'and had tlien "You can not prove it." ., / come to her ,"' -., "1\f.ay I try It was all done in such a whirlwind fashion, includ"You may. ing the kiss, that the girl was in a tempest of surpris"You see when I called on y ou I was so taken by' ing emotions. your hurri-your beautiful bright, eyes, thatI forgot "But we are free," she whispered. there was such a thing as the Apac'b.e Tim gang of '''How long we are going to be free. I can not tell . bandits on t his ea rth." If I only had some weapon I would feel better." "W-e -l-l, of all the ner, ve! Did you study that sweet Edith renlembered the revolver concealed at the speech up in the time since the ba:ndit batted you over back of her neck. the head with a rifle and now1'.' r She fumbled for it and soon handed it to Basil. T yler smiled a sickly smile. ., '," Good, he sa, id, "but' a revolver 'isn't as good \ as 'fhe girl .looked at him severely. a rifle-by. Jove, I have a pran. '-' "Beca use if you have taken all this time you are a 'What is it?" I c hump. " Step lightly," Basil said, "this 'way. "A chump 1" ,Edith followed him. "You are A man who has all that time to make up Soon they were 'on, the outskirts of the camp. a ?'ca ,l, nice speech oIlly manages to compliment my eyes. "Where are the outlaws1" Edith. whispered in BaNow a young crow eouid have had the same thing sil's eal. (. said about her-they are all eyes, YOl i know." Basil pointed toward' a camp-fire around whic:p. men rfvler made a wry face. were moving. "There's other things to comp liment me about,' , 'There they a re. They are playing cards. The tall added Edith who put on a most angelic expression. man, there, is Apach e Tim Next to him stands Wild "Mr.ah, well never mind his name, say s I have the, Frank, and the remainder of the gang m10wd swcetest mouth. And Mr.-all I don't care mention ing ar!!nmd the two men. I wonder what they are do-names-says I am gifted with a re-mCllr1cable brain-arid ing 1" a ll you can do i s to compliment my eyes-my, but Little did Basil imagine that the bandits were play-you're slow!" ing cards for his life, and the girl's future. Poor Tyler didn't know whether to laugh or frown. 'fhe couple were now several hundred feet from the He comprom is e d b y smiling and frowning at the camp-fire. same time. ,,' It had grown very dark. "Thunder and li ghtning effect-posed for by Wat The chances for contingent upon darkTylerI mean Basil T y ler . Honestly, t he best thing ness and thus far fate appeared to favor the man and in the gallery of living pictures; I assure you." woman. 'fhis time 1' yler laughed. But with only 11revolver, no .notbing a. nervy gir l. About to be forced into a to eat, no horse ;in a place far removed f.rom civiliza j marriage with the biggest thief in the North-West, tion, it was about. the most desperate situation that you smile and j est," Basil said. either Basil or Edith, could possibly have" illlagined. "What's the use of t ea rs? Besides I might say to The first step toward freedom had b.een taken. myself this man IS a thug, a gun-man, a thief, an out-That was about all the step that seemed possible. law. You know that in advance! I might marry' a Basil in swift undertones presented all these facts m a n and not know what he was aDd have him turn out to Edith . 1 .. to be all that Apache Tim is and more. You n,ever "See here," she .said after a pause. "I'd rather can tell where your husband will drift. diEl. of starvation in the trackless weods than save my-"If I wer, e you I'd pass up the bandit person and life by becoming the wife of Apache Tim. i had re-take on a good honest young policeman, like-me.''' served the last bullet in thatrevolver I gave you for Edith smiled, myself. l)eath is far better than a life with an out"Don' t know but what y ou would be able to fill the law: part b ette r than Apache Tim! I'll think y ou over! Edith meant what she said. She was of' the strain -. ?

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WE;.EKLY. that preferred death to an awful fate suc h as the renegade chief had blocked out for her. Basil admired the 'girl more than ever. He saw that, she was of sterling worth. "I'm with you," he cried. "I den't think there's one 'chance ,ip a hundred for you to escape, or for me to, either. But we will: take a chance at that. I guess w e are safer bom "the wild beasts in'the forest than we are here." Here Basil chuckled. 'What is your plan "I'm going forward to see if I c a n sneak up to that camp fire and get a rifle and some ammunition." "If I had a rifle, I'd b' e glad to risk any; forest on earth, cried Edith. "Y ou are going to take the risk, then," cried Basil. "I'm going to get a rifle. You take this revolver. You know what to do with it if I "dqn't come back,. Give me that knife." Edith nodded through her fast falling tears: Basil stole forward crouching low, and keeping the backs of the bandits toward him. Never was progress slower or more carefully made. Basil, knoWing that his life depended upon it, did not move without the most careful prepa],'ation. He wriggled like a worm. He stepped as lightly as the fawn. / Incp. by inch he progressed, nearer, still nearer, to the outlaws. I Edith standing in the night silence, disturbed only by the wild yells of the outlaws, or the nightsounds from the forest as beasts --of prey prowled and cried, thought that 4er would burst with h.,er fears .. "Where is he she thought to herself. Her eyes c ould 'distingUish nothing but a dense black veil, through which her v ision could not pene-trate. Edith stood thus in dire suspense. At 'the same moment Basil was just getting near the light that made quivering shadows about hi):n. Here wall his most extreme danger. If he could pass through the revealing shafts of light without being discovered he ,Iriight get an opportunity to steal a rifle and some animunition. '. This was Basil's objective point. Nothi.ng had ever been so well done before, as the young man 's brave dl\sh for freedom! Now, he was nearing his quest. He had got beyond the betraying shadows anc:t far toward the outer edge of the quivering fire-lights" when he saw coming directly toward him th:e bulk of I a man. The man 1 was co:i!).ing from the This was shown by' the huge shadow danced ahead of him, like a giant reproduction of himself. \ The "figure bore 'a rijie This sentence seemed to b e burned into the brain of In a betraying flash of inner consciousness Basil knew that he' was going to att'ack the bandit and secure the rifle or die 'in the I attempt. It was a moment of awful danger. / A single cry from the outlaw-and Basil would be a prisoner to be tortured to before an hour more haa passed. The outlaw was now opposite Basil. Basil tried to almost bury himself ill the earth, in his fear of being seen. The bandit stopped when opposite him. Basil s blood was as 'water in his veins The otltlaw to be peering into the darkness. Would he try to come where Basil lay crouched like a thing of steel and iron 1 Or would the' outlaw continue the journey onward that he had first started upon 1 Basil, while awaiting a solution of the problem in the next step of the outlaw, could feel his heart beats. The re was a rushing sound in his ears as the blood surged to his head. -All! ,_,', The outlaw was moving onward in a straight line. N ow his back was turned to the policeman. Basil hated to strike an unwarned man, even if he was a bandit aD.d richly deserved his fate. But the knowledge that his life, and Edith.'s happmess depended upon his righ.t arm, nerved Basil. As a tiger springs from the long grass of the, jungle and gluts its rage in the blood of enemy, Basil shot out from the darkness that lay about 'the feet of the outlaw. The Bowie knife held in Basil's hana gave one sin gle flash of light ere it was buried underneath the left shoulder-blade of the bandit, and I ground ,its Steel death to the heart of the burly ruffian. Without a sound : save for a gentle sigh, ,the bandit crumpled for,ward to his knees He shivered thus a mo ment and then toppled forward on his face; stone dead I Basil had not waited for the man to fall prone upon his face. ; With the motion of the blow delivered by his strong right arm, 1 he plucked with left hand the long rifle from the bandit' s nerveless hand. Basil twitched the ammunition belt from the out law's broad chest, unbuckled a similar belt from the thug' s waist and rushed back toward Edith like a ghost hurrying through a grave-yard. The boldness of the deed had causetl it to succeed. Basil Tyler: now found himself in possession of a ffue rifle, several hundred rounds of ammunition, two huge magazine revolvers, a belt filled with revolver cartridges and a Bowie knife. Edith's tears of thankfulness flowed fast but being an eminently practical girl, she soon dried them, and with her revolver, and her knife, the beleaguered cou ple felt that they at least could make a last stand, in cas e they were again surprised by the outlaws. Basil deplored his being forced to kill the pecting outlaw, but he felt that the end Justified the I means. "We have ammunition at aU events," Basil now whispered to Edith. "Next we must hurry to the bandit's hors,6s and secure two of them. If we can then get some provisions we can into the track less forest and try to get back to Snake Basin." Edith followed Basil. who seemed to be gifted with that natural woodcraft talent which allowed him to steal from point to point in pitchy darkness without making an error in direction. "You're like a cat, you can see in the dark," muttered Edith, when she stumbled over a root of a huge tree, "but I can't. I'm f falling over all the timber in Keewatin territOry." \ Basi} snickered.

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20 THE AMERICAN INPIAN WEEKLY. "Nonsense," he cried, "I can't see any better than Dark as it 'Was all were too familiar with Long Jack you can, but I have the gift of being able to remember .0' Texas to be fDr a moment at loss as tD the identity where the trees were put when I last saw them in .of the silent figure that lay before them. daylight. This manages to keep me frDm butting The starlight showed also the dark POD,! .of bloDd in intD them." which the lay. j ., Edith, hDwever, stumbled alDng after Basi! cau"It's Long Jack!" ,cried Apache Tim, as he knelt as possible and at length they were .overjoyed beside the still fDrm. ,"There's -been a murder here. at hearing the neighing .of a horse Get me a pine-knot tprch. , "There's the hDrses. All's well sDmewhere. Be Several .outlaws rushed to get the tDrch carefuL It's been a chill night and there's some ice Under it:> sickly light the face .of Long 'Jack was here. Don't slip:" turned upward to the gaz e of the bandit ga,ng. I "I don't like ice. I'd rather it would rain even if: There w:as a trembling' of 'giant form, S When tIle face it did thunder and lightning," cried Edith. "I hate a of their associate w:as revealed. thunderbolt, thDugh, it frightens me." It was one thing for them to murder. "This way," replied Basil. "Here is a horse It was another thing for the men ';\rhD lived by'murThe cDuple ran jDyfully ahead. del' tD stand by; the side .of their :qlUrdered assDciate: There StDDd a hDrse, champing his bit and'neighing. The' 4ideD ns wDund in .the back .of, LDng Jaok tDl d Bnt by his side stood a man. He carried a rifle; its stDry . .,' which he was pDising as if fDr a ShDt. "N .0 questiDn but thet thaI' frien' .0' .ours hez been Basil and, Edith heard the deadly click, click .of the I)lurdered by 'SDme Dne-I jest hDPe the feller ain't hammer .of the rifle as it came 'tD a full CDCk. a member 0) D11r. band.'\ .' The weapDn was now directed at the ;unfDrtunate The expressiDn .on as he spDke cDuple. these wDrds wall hDrrible tDcDntemp l ate. "Halt!" sneered a vDice "'WhD gDes there?" "Ef ut:> .one .0' .our tliet, llez ,dDne this trick; he' Edith gasp ea. won't last IDng, see Y" ., "" She saw now that ice has its thunderbDlts! PDker TDm HudsDn hissed these wDrds thrDugh his clenched teeth. 'Apache Tim, wild eyed and with the' hazel spark t nDW snapping' with within his "lamps" ", CHAPTER XI. 'lD@kedar0.und , ',' j ' "Here, YDU Frank," the outlaw chiEj' shouted, you THE OUTLAW'S DISOOVERY. hurry up an' call th' roll." The ron. call followed. "I'll kill now," cried Wild Frank, as s ,oDn as '1'he bandits had faUen into line to beeounted, he saw that he had been dealt the fatal ace of clubs having strict military usages in their ranks, and s0pn that in the minds 0fall the Dutla'\.vs, d oom Wild .Frapk was 1 0Dking d,ow: n ,the .of 'men ;whDse of Basil Tyler, sergeant in the Royal NDrth -West names he knew well. t' Mounted PDlice. Two men were absent. Wild Frank grasped his revolver. One was Long .tack o"Texas. His :ace was .of a nend incarnate. 'Th.e other was Indian, T eeke. "I won't mo:p.key wit' thet feller a hDly minute," Frank news ,:rIm : the truculent outlaw yelled "I'll ShO'Dt 'im ez I wDuld That 'ihar' InJup coy.ot.e, Tee4e; Is,mlssmJ c 'rled a dawg. , Wild Frank:,. ' Wild Frank cocked his revolver. Apache TIm s mwd spun back tD the tIme he liad I -Ie ran back toward the tent in which Basil aI;ld kflocked the Indian down. i Edith had been secured by the The .suspicious uat'qre .of took On his way he stumbled over something that lay in He Jumped to the concluslO:q that the Indian (had his path. stabbed Jack 0' Texas.. Wild Frank nearly tumbled forward on his face. e 's the man we .must find. I'll' cut his .heart .out He swore a dreadful oath. before he is dead," roared the outlaw. "Hyars a drunkin loafer a gittin in th' way 0' a "Thet's all rite," replied Wild 'Frank witlihis habit-man bound on a suddin errant-wot's this, blood?" ual sneer r "but hDW are ye goin' tel' kill a man ye Wild Frank drew back a pace from the' silent man; don't know whar ter ;find who lay. face downward in hts path. " Thet 's hoss TDm Hudson' "Ef it ain't Long Jack 0' Texas," w4ispered Wild Even Apache. TIm that It wouM hard to Frank to himself. And' he's dead. By Gosh!. Ef he kIll an absent man. aiu't dead I'll eat 'im! Blood By Snakes eh, BDme He calmed down somewhat. wun hez 1mt1'dm'ed 'im." ' Well," he said, "we can turn the band .out and Wild Frank let a bellow .out .of him that cDuld be try to roUnd-up Teeke If we can't find him no .one heard' s mile can. "He-l-p!" he roared lustily: murder been "Haw! 'Haw! Haw! 'J.1ry to r,ound -up Teeke, an f did in .our camp." Injun; in them woqds over thar? Apache Tim, I tel). The horrible yells called forward every bandit about ye agin' yar locoed; plumb locoed. Who in thl,lIlder the camp fire. cud' find an injUn in them woods ;He knaws them The y rushed in a body to where Wild F rank St DDd,. w00ds as ye does .yar way tel' yer revolver! Why, YOll above the silent form, and led by Apache Tim, began couldn't ketch Teeke in a thousan' years ef he got an investigation. inter the woods .one, jump ahead b' yer."

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'THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The outlaws all nodded. .', I. men act hke' a lot of children. Are ya men or are They knew that an In'dian whose life had.been spent ye puppy-dogs 1" In the great N orth-West forests could never be caught "I d,unno," crjed Wild Fraqk. "I guess I'm a pupbJ; a man, whose knowledge of woods at best py-dog. I've been a whirlin' around like er darned was qnly second hand. ',' r puppycdog arter its tail rer' the last hour." Them woods is Injun's school," continued Wild Apache Tim here a like a crazy steam Frank. "En th' ey Mung away from the school moren locomotive. ye ever,:brought away frum anny schooi ye 'ever went "Boys, don't you see 1" the outlaw chief shrieked, ter, Apache Tim." ; .' "don't ye see Basil Tyler killed Jack ,0' Texas Y Tim words of Wild Frank Tyler's got Jack's weapons? He an' the girl"Edith were WIse: '. Ross, have escaped." His cherished plan to :p.unt out Teeke must be aban-Wild Frank sneered. doned. .' 'Say yer d,nmbed smart, ain't ye?" he said. "Takes "Th' ouny thing, fer us ter do," went on Wild a: pritty smart outlaw ter tell wen his pris 'ners hev Frank, t(l) l,'eeke the next chanst we hez. Thar esc-aped. The fac' they ain't whar he's tied 'em dan't ain't no woil r d so big day ye can 't the ter cut no ice, I ye boys, thar Apaclte other has ter y,rai, t, and TIm lS plumb sm.art." watch whIle ye 'walt.", ,.... Apache 'rim by this time was frothing at the mouth: Once more there was a nod of, appreciation from He didn't' care about Basil Tyler!s escape half as t,he ,outlaw$. ',' '. .' ,much as lie did over the escape of Edith' Ross. All of 'them p.ad been often content with 'the long gom' ter be an onexpected 'ibterruption ter watch for victims of their. animosity ' the weddin' of ,:our chief, an' his latest wife, boys," ,I Wall, continued W)ld Frank,' who was gaining Laughed Wild Frank, "look at our chief froth like a a large following in the bandit band owing to his rude mad dog. S ay, boys, that thaiinterrupted weddin' eloquence upon 'matters affectillg the band's welis some tragic ain't it 1" fare, "Thar's onny OJ;le thing left fer me ter' do.',.' The laughteri of the bandits almost drove Apache 1 Wots thet roared Pbker Tom. ,,:' Tim: wId. ,. ,T,e,r tl;lke :he 0' thet. :-','tarnal skunk 0' a policeBut he managed to control ,himself enough to get mun. ,,", himself,'in d cqndition to connectedly give an order. on his , "Get after theIJil," Apache Tim shouted.", "Get after ... ,: . HIS anger was now at the brutal stage. ,Ite them I'll, give my, of ,our loot to In the deed of blood lIe projected. That he was d 'e-gets the gIrl. Don t kIll Basil Tyler. BrIng hIm alive signing to shpot a prisoner unarmed and' bound did' to me. ,I'll.kill him mYl>elf," J, not appeal to him as out of 'the way. 'rhe terrible gleam in leaping eyes There was no decency in big Wild Frank. Kindriess of the outlaw chIef showed that BaSIl Tyler could was unknown to him. He was a big, brutal bully, who expect ng mercy if' caught.. loved carnage for the sake of the slaughter it let rum Whin he was alone, Apache TIm turned toward hIS accomplish. tent. "ij:o! Ho! Ho } Wild Fr:ahk laughed in glee as he It. .... enter-ed the tent for purpose of murdering the unHIS face was stIll convulsed wlth paSSIOn. UtS VOlCe protec ,ted young rumbled. fortl;t terr,ible ',This w(mlc1 have eased Basil Tyle 's mind of marly,' But YOlce stllled ) 111 a 1l?-oment after he enmisgivings about killing Jack 0' Texas had, he known ,tered the tent. ...' Wild Frank's action. The outlaw's face took on an expression of terr, ified WildFrank's bitter, mocking l.aughter stilled on wonner. r his lips when, he gave a glance abotlt the tent. .There stood a strange figure, looking at Apache Tim There were the poles to which Basil Tyler and Edith WIth hollow, lack-luster eyes. had been, respectively, confined to with heavy shackles. , There lay the shackles . B1l;t the priso?-ltfs liild WIld Frank the In a glance. , A time he.lifted up his voice in a wild roar. Again the outlaws came tumbling over each other in answer to l1is summons. It was a cdndition to make men laugh. Here' w a s WildFrank making cogent discoveries and blatting "about them like some human-calf. ;rhen Wild Frank's roar' would be followed by the sudden of a baffled band of outlaws. 'rl1e outlaws ould melt awa y after a tirrfe and then Wild Frank would make anotl1 e r discovery; another rOUl', and the hand would once more rush tp the sc ene in wild alarm . I' "Thunder!" yelled Apache Tim, who it might be said made .,?ther asserttons that can not here printed. CHAPTER XII. I A COUPLEl: lUst!" The figure made this sound as Basil T yler dash ed forward at it to g:rasp its throat. "Don't' shoot Me friend!" Basil stopped when he heara. the words. Edith Ross lowered t):le revo1\ ;er she was pointing, at the dim "Who fl,re you questioned Basil. "Teeke. I'm Indian." J Indian? said Basil. "What you doing here "Nev'r mind. I come t' talk w't you-o!" "'Vhy do yon wish to talk with me 1 cried Basil. "I save you-o."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "You save me? How about Edith here? Is enough 'saving' to go round? The Indian grinned in the starlight. His grin was exactly like the snarl of a wolf. "Me save both." . Tyler turned to Edith. I clWhat do ye think of this ye llow devi11" he asked her. Edith critically examined the Indian." "He doesn't handsome much," she observed. "I don't have much use for the real red' Indian of the North-West. They are only great, and fine and gen erous in story books. But when it comes to these sneaking 'yaller' kind of Indians, they aren't any good any where-even in a story book." This judicial summing up of himself seemed to sumse, rather than offend Teeke. '". "Yep!" Teeke said, ".1 all right, dambadlpjlin.". Then he stoppep. There was a self sufficient smirk on his ace. Edith laughed. Basil joined his 1}aughter to that of the girl's. "He certainly revels in his badness," the girl cried. "Nobody knows how bad I am. Nobody knows or gives a-cent." There was a merry twinkle in Basil's eyes as he sang these words softly. Edith saw the twinkle by the light of the stars and she came to a decision quickly. "There's no other way. I don't care chap is brick !.lolor o r yellow color, I'm going to vote to trust him." "There' s yellow ,bricks," put in Basil. "That's true. Now come over to him with some cash, the girl added, "and I guess you'll own him Basil began cautiously. "Where did you come from?" he asked. "Thar," the Indian replied. Basil thought a moment. , "Edith, he whispered, "will you steal back where you can watch the bandit fire 1 I want to be sure this fellow isn't jobbing us. I don't want any bandit's. ,lure to prevail over us Edith stole away and left Basil alone with Teeke. Basil continued his examination of the Indian. "If you belong to Apache Tim's gang," said Basil, "why. are you willing to help me escape?" The Indian shrugged his shoulders. "You know who I am 1" "Yep." "Well, what is my name?" "Tyler. Mounted cop." "You know me all right. No;w what will you take' to lead me back to civilization 1" "No. Not do that. Risk big. Hep 'big. Will put you on road to Snake Basin thousan'" dol lar." Basil jumped. "That's a lot of money," he said slowly. "Why you want so much?" "Get way o-f-f wit' one thousan' dollar. Apache Tim he got l-o-=n-g arm. He go fast wit l-o n-g arm. I g-o faster .with monee." This time Basil understood. "Oh, he remarked, "you are willing to P"Qt me on the Snake Basin trail for one thousand dollars, Canada money, and then yeu are going to make you r sneak from Apache Tim's gang of outlaws?" "Yep' "Where you go?" 'N-e-v-e-r mind. way, Fa;r North, Apache Tim no live where I go." The Indian's meaning was plain to Basil now. He knew that with the one thousand dollars far in the Arctic regions wnere t4e of white man sel dom pressed the snow and ice the Indian would be safe He could visit a few 6f "the farthest north trading posts of the great Hudson's Bay Company, where furs were the traffic of the d ay, and buy him once a year things dear, to the red-man's heart' ; and when he returned to the snowy regions w):i.ere he had hidden him, self, he would be the greatest Indian in his tribe. A thousand dollars was. big money in the Arctic region 's. Usually five dollars was all the wealth of an tribe. .' Basil now had but one .more idea to dyvell upon. . He bmst out with it immediately. "Why are you selling out th, e Apache Tim band?" he asked "Apache 'J,'im, he s-t ; r-i-k-e me. I call him t-r-a-i t-o-r. He knock me down. Look!" 'rhe -Indian exhibited his teeth. -, Three of h1s upper oIles had vanished. "Biff, said the sayage He raised. his hand as spqke in the attitude of a man about to str,ike 'blew . Then he pointed' meaningly at his teeth WIth the unsightly missing, ones I,plainly showing. He!" tittered Basil. "So Apache Tim handed you a stiff arm stnaighC punch when y o u called him a tr-a-i-t-o -r?" "Yep." !'You now want to get your revenge by aidnig his future wife to escape?" "Yep, ,.' "To say nothing of me, who-between us is the future husband o f the fut'ure wife Apache Tim isn' t going to get.'" "Yep:" "You therefore agree to lead Edith Ross and I to the trail that will take' llS to Snake B!1sin, for, one thousand dollars cash?" "Yep," "Well, you can't lead any too quick. Start ahead." "Nope." "No-well why not? The bargain is made " "Nope. One thou,' dollar or ,no start. \ "What ? Yon bloo .dy yellow Indian! Do you think I'm going to -pay for the job before yon deliver the , , "You go back see Ap ache 'rim, 'les$ you pay one thon' dollar in advance," cried 'the In<;lian. Edith had returned at this poi ,nt. She had overheard the, last remark of Teeke's "You've got to give up.," she said with her usual direct manner of leaping over obstacles. "This isn't the hold u.p at Snake Basin, but it's a "hold-up" in Apache Tim's 'midst' all right." This decided Basil. He' pulled his money belt from out, of his jacket. It had been concealed about his body just beneath his shoulders and as no one had searched him, he had carried it undisturbe). eyer sjnce his cJl.pture \

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, THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. J The money belt carried a fat "wad" of bills. He saw facing him the form of the Revolu tionary Sakes, alive," cried Edith, am I going to marry I';oldier : officer, that had so startled him when he had a millionaire ,', first seen It on the Fort Keewatin trail, that led iro '. "I hate to give up my ,hard-earned coin-say .. do that Hudson's' Bay Company post to the of you think my life -is worth five hundred asked Basil. Snake Basin. ."Wel-U It's a problem. I might' be willing to sell Apache Tim's trembling hand rose to his face. it cheap in a yea;r after we are just now He tried to shu.t out the sight. , I'll take a chance! Yes, I guess it's worth money. ApaChe 'rim was confident that he faced a ghost. .But you're giving up five hundred 'for me, remember, The second time tliis ghost has given me a warning anq. I know I 'm worth the. money." of my death.'" stammered the outlaw. "Why djd I "We'll talk that over a year from now. Just now not take heed from the first warning, and' flee from my youseem to to be the cheapest purchase Fve ever band?" made. The officer stood with his afm.s folded. As he spoke, Basi1-handed Tee-ke one thousand good His curious cocked-hat was still crushed down upon Canadian green-backs. his white wig with its tiny queue sticking out behind The Indian chuckled when he got t4e mopey. like a handle to an old fashioned jug. One grab; one swift. motion toward his body; .the The man's hair still f;lhowed jn front under his wig . money, had vanished utterly.' \ 'rhe figure wore its queer old-fashion.ed, full bottom, "What d' ye think of that said Basil in ..... amaze. coat, of plum-color, adorned with bullion lace. "Talk about, Y011r lightning changes Y First I thad The top boots, gold spurs, and sword I.the money, then he it--" completed the clothes of the tmy figure. "He's evidently going to keep it. Now, you yellow The various points of the wraith's dress had been devil make good Qr. it's your flnish," the girl bissed burned into Tim's brain for he did not doubt that he at t4e In,dian. '. stood in a ghostly presence. l "You bet!" chimed in Basil. "He may, be luring ."'We ll," ; the tiny voice of. the strange figure piped us on, and may have an idea that he has done us out up again in its well remembered tones. "Well'''. of that cash, but I'm right within a few feet of him Apache Tim's knees smote together. and he lbats a false eye-lash at me, he gets his, His tongue refused to hurl his usual oaths from its quick. $ee?" . tip. Basil held up' his tlgly lookin g gun as he spoke. The otltlaw's face was white al;ld l).e tottered like The Indian outlaw only smiled. a man overcome with fear. "You see dad 'again," he smiled .at Edith. you want-t," stuttered the' agonizeq Indians a re excelient mimics. bandit . Teeke gave such ,an imitation of fat, pursy, painknow?" cried the figure. fully dignified little Whiskey Bill Ross, the "cham-"I k'rww?" peen" fighter of booze in the Edith, "Yes." dutiful daughter as she was, giggled. "1 know: what?" As for Basil, although he knew he was in a fair way The fignre drew itself up to its full height. to be the' son-in-law of so much owl-like dignity, he "Do you mean to say," the tiny voice hissed, "that almost betrayed the hiding place of the party to the you don't know why I am here?" bandits by his hearty laughter. "I don't--truly-y I don't," tremblingly replieGl the "Well, we are fooling away good time here," at outlaw. length ventured Edith . ';,1 can hear tlie early birds The figure drew a snuff box from its pocket : begiiming to cry in the forest. It's almost morning. If It daintily opened the box. we are going to get away from here we must get Apache Tim's face was like that of a corpse. away quick. ' As the snuff-box opened it gave out a fierce spurt "True;" cried Basil. "Say, Teelte, how about hor' of smoke ana flame. , ses ?" ,! Apache Tim turned w.hiter than ever if possible. 'You, git on that hoss,'? said ths Indian to Edith. The figure took a pinch of the shining, seething : white 'We walk We steal heap bandit hoss biIIJ.eby." hot vapor i n its hands and coolly took a sniff at the The three then silently stole away toward the place boiling inixture with its nose. where the bandit horses were lariated for the night. The soldier then smiled as if pleased with the aroma "Move heap wHispered he Indian outlaw. of the 'burning potion and after gracefully flicking "Here come Apache rim." some of the seething mass from its hands, it closed The regular hoOf-beats ef a flying horse could now the snuff-box with a snap and returned it to its pocl:le heard by all) thumping swiftly toward them from keto the outlaw camp. Then the figure spoke. "Weare pursued," hissed Basil. "Here comes "Well," its piping voice said. "I may as well tell T y6u that I came after you!" 1m. The last word came with such a startling pop from CHAPTER XIV. A SPECTRAL FIGURE, "What is that?" Apache Tim sta' ggerecl to the far, side of his tent. the figure's mouth that Apache Tim jumped nearly a foot high. Came for m.e?" he whispered. "Why, where ;"from?" The figure winked at Tim. ,, As if ymb didn't it smiled "Why, man, you know where I come from? Do you suppose that

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, THE AMERlCAN INDIAN WEEKLY. you can live the life you have lived, of abandon, of away digging his heels into his ,with grim deout-lawry, of dee,ds of blood and get away with it?" termination to escape somehow at' all costs. "I didn't think-k anything-g about it," stuttered T4e, long' writhing, streamed, out b ehind Apache Tim. flying parrdit. .' 'I' .' "Of course not? None 0' you bandits do. Well, _Apaehe Tim did not stop to see if lj:e wa::;; purs;ued. I've come to tell you that your course is about run. 'He '.onliY .thought of his escar:>e. You re at the end of your rope. We need you, down FaBic st;r.ieken he rode' away his hOil'se ,over there. " the' head with his to }llut aistan.c e .be-" The figure pointed in an unpleasant way and in a., tween .him and the figu:r.:e, w4ich ; he fel\ sure/was right most suggest've one directly' at the toe of his top-boot behind him. t' .. J' I .' I They want, me doWn there?'" cried ,Tim. ; Then, ![t, this, figure '9, d espair .that d;:trted Q.o,wn JilPo:b: I'm cloomecl1 I'm going to die?" the thr,ee', Edith Ross, Basin Tyleri and Teeke. "Why, of course? Tha' t '8 the way' with you outlaws. That soine terrible disaste;r 'had come to. Til!l As long as go your way" you're the finest ail three sme, as "'they saw 'coml;mg ,to, things on earth. But 1J.et the game begin to go against ward them. :'x, \ f"', 1. 'I, YOii-my word, but how you holler." I .Never was sp, eed n;:tade the I starllgp.ted The figure allowed a sneer to pass o'ver its, f 1 a ce. 0f the "But why do you come back here for me in this, Edith' behind the hprsc .. : t;ttat !)he[:was just I ahem, this shape asked the outlaw. abo 'ut to mount' when the hurrymg 'hoof 'beats "It's a plmishment. I was in life an officer of the Apache 'rim's steed beat u.pon her ears' : ; King's own regiment stationed in Ottawa in 1776. I Basil twisted his revol"er from '1118, to I .ktlled my best friend in a duel, and_ l was sent DQeet, w1,l'at ,he, wa$ an attadk" BY; Ap: achy ',I'ip "From stammered the outlaw. But 'l'eeke gav' e a chuckle 'o'[, delight: "Exactly.", His face was cOIftorted 'with rage "yvhere you are goi:pg to take me .1" I'J?to his fi, erce 1ndiaI! eyes there came a: ",'\Yicked exI "You right. I can't rest in mv grave lmtil I have pression \ ,'"! 'I," ;'" I v ';J \ brought down there one hundred ,He saw'his opportunity I r evenge. "What?" I The Indian's hand went to his Belt. "You my pne huudredth. As it's a gooQ. malil;y dr(3w his r e",oh ; er. years since the War of the Revolution when'this hap-Apach, e : right abreast of -tHe' "savag, e pened, the thing that has kept me walking the earth Teeky jerked his weapon IIp. Eiseye, hnplacable like another WanC(ering Jew. I have made up my with deadly hate, shone 'as -it gla!1ceil along the'revolver mind that. I willn?tlose' you, 'forthis ism;v c hance to barrel.:!' "'I ': -, ,,',, ,', '1, ."' sleep undisturbed m my grave. Come on." T:here was a. sharp -l'mgmg 'report.' \ I" Apache Tim howled hiS' fears 'now. I A of. ,flaH.le shot' out into the night. There never was a more l amentable specimen of a 'ApfLche Tim thr.ew !tis 4ands above .11i.8' he, ad. bandit, fri;ghtened most into insensibility. His bo ,dy, stagged fiOrward, " "No! No!" he roared, "I will not go with you." "fIis horse gav:e one terrified l'eap. > "You must, , said the figure in a hollow voice The' 'animal in .. hili! fright did not see that fie W:;LS ,.on "Outlaw that you are; it is you;rq.oom/' ,the !')dge O! anl a rw:f.ul canyo ,'P,.,', ",,,,,,, Apache r1'im gave a howl of deadly fear. / Ovel;' the brink dil;shed the horse bearin.g His face was white and distorted. body oil' Apffche TiDl' \ His eyes roved about for a way to escape '1'he of the" Indian Teeke, had pa. sse d He de0ided to rUi n. -I,.'", the outla,w : s br:ain .1 .. ,: I ,,' ,. He turned and dashed out of his tent into the dark'But his frightepe'd steed haC( run on, Q et the }'e!jl:ge thling atmosphere, a cowed, terribly frightened bandit,. of a terrible precip : ice. ",. " afraid that every moment was to 'be his last. ' / Crash! I'!' > No live man ever made Apache Tim run. '0rash, \ Bllt he fell befo r e the' supernatural. Crash! ,", '1 t' \ :, This figure, which in hi s heart he ,felt was a ghost, The three listeri'ers heard the hors 'e's body go whi ,rl-had frightened him half to death.', iug into space. f ( .." 1" He ran like a boy afraid of his shadow. The had 'plunged, one th,ousand feet deep dow:u , He dashed out into the night and away toward his into-the canyon, bearing w.ith him dead 'body of; horses with deadly fear at his heart and a terrible the outlaw chieft ain. .. I '", feeli.ng that l,is time had come at last. I 'Loud and shrill the ,ter:J;,ible warc ry of As he ran, behind him came the figure of his Rev'over the ., ,. '. " i", <, olutionary soldier running quite as rapidly as he did. He had avenged the blow that Apache Tim, the, Step by step bandit and queerly dressed soldier 'outlaw had ,dealt him. ',,' ,_ rushed away. ,for our lives,". now:, hissed Basil, who first A pache Tim savv the figure behind him. of the party to himse:tf. .\ I II He a jump for a horse that was lariated neat He grasped Edith an
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I The three hurried off into the darkness now being shot with the first .faint gray light of the coming dawn. The sound of the shot had recalled the, outlaws from their vain' search' in the woods. They could be heard crashing hither and thither in their arq:iety to get back to the camp. ,'. \ "Hurry,l"', the Indian to Basil. Basil's heart was hot within him. He felt that the foolisl1 desire :l'or r evenge had caused the Indians' to shoot Apach.e Tim when there, was danger of calling eyery outlaw to the scene, and he was exceedingly angry. ". Teeke was, however, Unmoved . "No fe-ar the Indian cried. "' The bowis of the outlaws could b e plainly heard. Some of ,them had secured horses and were aimlessly riding around here :and' there trying to find who had fired the 'shot ,that 'alarmed them. '" ..', Others of the ran hitlier aid calling l oudly Sor. Apache . But while the VOIce of WIld Frank could be plainly heard trying to still the panic tliat-appeared to have settled upon the outlaws, Te eke, the Indian, was un moved. H is savage mein when he had killed Apache Tim had departed' with the last note of his warwhoop.,. "Don't get 'raid," the Indian cried, '!no hurry. Dis way." 's in, affright, 1 ' 1'he IndIan l;1.ad urged Ius horse rIght over what seerp,ed to be a slanting brow of the awful can,yon down Apache Tim's horse had dashed. ,But afterr seeing that Edith had. followed the now -;;ilent directly over the canyon's brow ]3asil managvl to contro l his horse and f011ow. His joy, was great when he saw that the Indian had led the way directly through overhanging li,mbs of the forest trees that shielded the canyon lat the poin,t where they were progressing ap.d had' reached a g;ent le trail that b y easy wintting s t ages 'took the party down t()o the valley below. The glint of, a riYer could be seen as hurriftd forward in the vall ey. '. Basil looked back. I .FroID: where he st'ood view of the tfai1 could be seen. It was shielded from aoove below by the rank vegetation t}lat grew as high as a horse 's head land which thulJ would utterly conceal them as they passed down the trail. ' ; Teeke pulled in his horse . . The Indian pointed back up the trail. '.' "1'hi8 Injun b:ail ; : Teeke said. "No white man know he. It only trail to get down canyon in fifteen mile tfia-a-t 'way, or twent-y-y mile dis way." As the Indian spoke he waved his arms to the right and left. "Olitlaw:s back up above . They lknow no way get down here but by going r-r-o-u-n-d! We safe herebime bye we go r-r-Q-u-n-d to trail. Ugh!" By the only possible avenue of escape the three had proceeded No one 'knew how to get to where they were in all the outlaw band sav.e the .Indian. "Saved! cried Edit!). in ecstasy. "Hurrah!" cried The Indian, however, whose sharp eyes were never for a moment still but were watching the trail behind them as if in constant dread of an attack dashed their hopes a second later. \ "Ma'n he come down trail," the Indian whispered. "Look. Here come man." . Basil looked back. He saw a figure running along the trail in the direction 'his party was proceeding. Bas i l gasped. He gave a loud m;y. He dug his heels into his horse's side, and the gal-'. lant beast dashed directly at the on-coming figure. Edith gasped. Then with a scream she followed after Basil. T eeke, however, simply raised his rifle to take a shot at the strange figure. CHAPTER XV. THE BRA VERY OF GALE MORRIS. "In the name of all that's wonderful how did you get here cried Bas i l Tyler as he rushed to the side of the figure . III Edith not jumps of her horse benind Basil,' now, stared iu amaze. For peering at her under a 'wnite wig came a face aj')' d form well knew. Edith almost from her horse in her surprise. "It's Gale Morris!" the girl nearly shrieked. "Sure it is," that individual, "and a blood fast chase you h ave led me." "By a,ll that's great how did you come in that rig1" A third voice answered. The party stared again. The speaker this time was Sleepy George Potter. "This rig replied Gale Morris nothing loth to exp lain. "Oh, this is my ghostly rig. I used it to scar;!:l Apache Tim into fits." "What '{lrie d Basil. "I shore did. It's a good' rig isn't. it 1 Don't I look the replied Morris. certainly' look the part 'of a Revolutionary officer if that's what you mean." "It certainly is For that's the part I dl'essed up in." "Do you-would you-can yo u, tell me how you got those clothes ,"Which. question shall I answer first, Basil dryly repli e d Morris. I "Might as well answer th-e one about the clothes; that is the part as to where you got them," rep lied Tyler who was sadly twisted by this tim e . "Oh, I found theril. lying in the trail.' "Found them," queried nQw'thoroughly bewildered. "That's what I said. Say,has anyone got anything to drink in this party I'm d ying for a drink." T eeke produced a flask It was empty when Morris returned it. Then Morris squa .red hims elf for the flood of anxious questions he knew were coming his way. ., Come one, come all, this rock shall fly, from its firm base, as soon as I," quoted

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Lay on, Mace tuff !" cried Edith, nodding her head now drop the clothes question. We will continue QUI' at Basil. I .' questions however." Basil immediately laid on. Morris sighed. "'l'ell us about the clothes?" < "Now said Edith, "how did you happen to "I found them, as I told lying i n the trail," see the clothes?" replied Morris. .-" tlrily .. were so prominent that:. I coUld not' r1'he duel of words was now on between Morl'is and help seeing them lying in the road." Basil. "Hum. But why were you there to see them "What trail?" asked Basil. "My horse b:r:ought me there!" "The trail leading somewhere near here-1 don't ]i}dith stamped her foot on the ground. qow just where-and Snake Basin, a village situated, She had dismounted from her horse in her anxiety and located in--" to hear all she could and was now standing close "Never mind . This is no land surveyor's office. to IVlorris. : But how did you find the clothes in the trail?" Gale Morris," she cried, l'1s she put the tip of her Morris opened his eyes wide. right very close to .lVIorris 's nose. "Don't "How did I find the clothes?" he added. 'Why you dare to guy a poor girl who is trying td extract I found them 'Qecause they lay in such plain sight in information from a trifler."; the trail that a blind man could almost have seen Morris winked at Basil. them chappie, old boy." "Spiel girl," he cried. "Your question:;; will not W e ll, who laid them there 1" be enveloped in levity any more. Spiel 'em, I sQ.]'!" 'I'm a Rocky mpuntain goat if I know. There "Good, replied Edith. ' was no gent disrobing when I was there. No one was "That's not a question it is an exclamation." In sight. Nothing but the clothes." "Rats!"" "But clothes don't walk." "That's another exclamation." "N ot unless there's a man inside of 'em in case : Pll say something stronger than 'Rats,' if you th 1 th th don't stop." ey are men s c 0 es or a womall' In case ey are .. women's clothes "My ilm 't .. she pretty .. when she's angry?' But oh, "Hum." Oh." "But, man, did s ome one leave, or ,did some one n 'ot lea ve the clothes there 1" '. "As the c lothes were there some one did leave them there '1'hat 's a chincho, old sport oh. Edith broke in merrily. "BasH, what a lawyer was spoiled in making you a polic eman That was a m0st question'did some on e leave the clothes there or did some one not l eave the clothes there l' is a peach question. Let me talk awhile." Accordingly Edith began her questions. tell me Morris, dear, wherE) did you find the clothes 1 Morris gasped. He saw that Edith was going over the' same ground again. But h e answered j:ust the same. "Lying In the trail. The trail between thIs place and SOi;tke. Basin The clothes were lying in the trail. '1'here was no one inside or outside of the clothes. '1'he clothes were the clothes I have on. No, they don't fit me. Yes, they are the clothes of a Revolutionary soldier. I don t know. where the soldier has r e volted or not' recently. I know I do. ,If there/ 's anything I hate it is a thickheaded lot of people who just 'Wont understand the phiin t fai!ts I'm trying to give them With these words Morris sat down on a tree stump. Bdith and Basil l a ughed merrily. So did Sleepy George-but he diq. not laugh for several minutes after, the others had finished. But, any waY,1 h e caught on some time befor<:J the joke had be en forgotten, you Basil-I feel sorry for you when you marry this flaming bunch of Anger in 'your girl' is nice, eh ?-but 011 you wife!" Edith smiled. "Now,' Gale Morris, : all this bunch of fun you've been 'handing out r is done fo.!' a purpose. Don't y ou let me think you fool me. WhY, you are' just trying to distract us so we wont ask you why you were on the trail?" Morris J).ung down his head and blushed. "Yes, I know you, .. Gale, -added Edith; "What has happened is this. You have been tr5ring to rescue us and have put yourself in' this disguise to aeco'rnplish this task, and have ris],red YOUr' life in this costume to get access to Apache Tim's camp, i n l hopes that yoti could aid us \ The gallant chap held down his head with the air of a whipped dog. "W-el-l," he stammered, ',"But you-u se-e:e.' Yes, we see," dryly replied Edith. "We see plaibly. You have done your duty 'in this case, and fifty times more. You h ave much toward saving ns." "Not a heap lot. You'd pretty well saved yourself before I got intQ the game," replied Morris. "Don't you think that. If you hadn't created some Irind of a diversion that attracted tb"e mind of Apache Tim from us, you kno;w it would have been very pos sible that we would have been recaptured. As 'it was--" "You did sorpething that frightened Apache Tim into a panic that ended in his flight and death at the weapon of leeke, the Indiall here," put in Basil. "Now what did you do?" cried Edith. Yes, tell us, Gale," a0-ded Sleepy George. "I've That was going "some" for Sleepy George. Edith however, was woman-like, stick to h e r point. i been a lyin' eOJlt hyar in them bushes awaitin' tel' to hyar frum yah, an' the fust thing I see thet thaI' Apache Ti m a comin' a ,tnmblin' over that thar can: y on, an' he an' his hoss a going licketysplit et thet. "Very goo d Morris," sh e continued. "We will ,

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 27 Ef that thar sho.t, sez I, didn't do fer him, thet fall'll when I seen him again and sees him going over the jar him some." ' cariyo)1, I hopes he wasn't dead so he could remember All turned and peered down In the bottom of the the poor girl who jumped there to iave herself from canyon. with him an unloved wife." ,There th'ilY caught a glimpse with the rising sun of a f "That's' the kind. of a woman I like," thing' of bruised -and crushed flesh, a heap broken Edith. "She made one mistake. She ought 'to have I humanity that had. once lived, and the outlines of a Apache Tim to the canyon's br4Ur and then gallant horse that had rushed over the canyon's brink pushed him over and jumped hersel1. I had a nice taking with it the horrible dead. b&ndit. b,ullet reserved for Tim and' myself, you know Basil. "His tr<;>ubles is over," said Sleepy George. Wall, I didn't propose to join' the heft of his wives.' he m,ount hev bee1;l consid 'ble of a man. He hed pints Basil laughed. t4et mitht hev made 'im a man, had he stuck ter W e,li, ,; added Morris "I figured. where Edith the decent path. Thar's plenty of fhin' an' shootin' would la.nd and where you would land. I knew as to and trouble coming ter an]' decent man out hyar in you, Basil, it would be short sharp and sudden like these har wilderness, 'thout joinin' a gang 0' for you. A slit tnroat comes quick behind a sturdy laws, fer ,them' thet will ... be outlaws some : day meets outlaw arm." .r \ . the law-men, and the outlaws -then hayn't got a look "That's right," cried Basil feeling of his throat. in, wen law an, order speaks. It don't pay, boys ter "Well, thus I saw thet if I was a-goin' to do anybe crooked." thing I must do it quick: So, I hustled off on my hoss -This epitaph was' all that Apache Tim ever got. as fast as I could get his to move.'" His body was left to the carrion birds of the air and "Good man!" said Edith. the beasts of the field. "And Sleepy here, just naturally wanted to In the' ganger the party were in there was no time help in: the rescue and he came to give the outlaw even the 1l1}ceremonious burial that "Good old .poy," cried Basil and Edith together. they would have liked to have given him. "Well," added Morris, "we loped along as fast as The' o ,utlaws alive were now heard shooting, yelling we conld go lwtil we came to a turn in the road. nO' and cursing on the bluff that ran along the canyon, Ah 1" said Edith. and Basil ordere. d the' .party to take up its journey. "It was about er mile from Snake Basin where "In spite. of what Teeke tells us," said Basil, "I village turns into a trail. that comes out hyear, don't don't feel that we ,are by any means safe yet. We had you kJi1.ow,'" said Morris. hurry to Shake Basin trail. It's not so Edith and Basil nodded. . sm:;e in my mipd that the outlaws don't know that we They knew the spot very well. are down here and that they can't catch up with us. Edith's eyes were narrowing with a new thought . Where. are your horses1" "You mean wher. e the cabin of Crazy rromniy Sutton Morris and Sleepy George said that they were .is 1" lariated near th' e entrance to the trail and thither the "Yes." party hurried postponing for the time any fur'''WelH'' the girl said with suppressed eagerness. ther inqujry into' Gale Morris's brave act. "Well, it was thar that we sees the regimentals But after the party was again all moullted and ,had I have on." reached the trail back' to Snake Basin, Edith pressed "They were lying in the I'oad 1" cried Edith. home her quest\ons as to how Morris had manl;Lged to "Yep," answered Morris. I effect an to the of the outlaws. see it now," roared the gifl. "Why didn't I "It was sImple,". he crIed, "when you were shotsee lt before 1". up in the f;3n'ake Basin hold-up I just naturally started "Ye most ginnerally sees things thet way. I've often ,out to see if I couldn't round you up, and be of some noticed,'" added Sleepy George, "that ef ye could help. The people in Snake Basin think slow, anyway foresee as well as ye could hindsee what a great thing they are in a hole of stupid life of the time, and it would be . when '[ h 'eard the shots I saw it would take days to "Wouldn't it?" laughed Edith. "In this case it have thervillagers get it into their heads that there might be best aJl. around. No w I see things as they \ II Y" had even heen a hold-up." rea yare. ou see--, "Yes?" questionea Basil. "Yes, yes cried Basil who was all ears. "Hurry And' feelin' this way," added, Morris, P I saw it up. was going to be considerab}e of a spell before tl;l.ere "Well,: added Edith. ;" It this way. Crazy woutd be a posse organjzed to try and rUll down the Tommy Sntton left those things in the road there. bandits and rescue you." ",Vhat? cried Morris. oAh 1" breat'hed Edith. -"Crazy Tommy for years has thinklng that he "Now I knew somethin' erbout that thar outlaw, was a reincarnation of a Revolutionary soldier. He Apache Tim. He's been a pretty hard for has been wearing this suit about the village for years a long time. The last time I knew of him he ran off talking, while he did so, some crazy, nonsense about in a hold-up the yoUng 3Jn' pretty wife of a ranchman. being a n offieer stationed at Ottawa in the. Revolu-He plugged her husband fUll of bullets and then that tionary War. He used to heat pennies, and old fake night he married the newly made widow." guinea's of the reign of George the Third and give "Dreadful!'''' them to small boys in 'the village-They thought "Now that gal was some gal. She managed to git Crazy Tommy 1Vas straight from-you know the place." off by herself within' ten minutes arter the Indian "Oh,.no," dryly.put in Basil. "I know of the place. weddin' ceremony, and she jumps over the canyon's I don't know it." brink whar ve sees the Apache Tim go. In fact "You, '11 some clay," answered the girl.

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28 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEE;KL Y. I, 'About the time I'm married, eh added Basil. : "Perhaps-you never" can tell," returned the' gIrl. "Marriage is a lottery." "Any way, it seems that where I got the smt, who left the suit, and why, is pretty well cleared up, eh "Yoh were a very brave man," she said, "to'take the risk you have done You would have been instantly by the outla'w had he in slightest degree tried in any way to penetrate your disguise ,by searching you-he knew, J:"ou :veil, k,n'ow:".' t. '. "l':J onsense ,whether I It or pot, ;,.r; are in a pretty falr way to be saved-but say, I ve cried Morris. Yes," answered Edith. . "Then I will continue my story," added Morns. "Well, it came to my lind that .here was to get into Apache Tim's camp. I put on the umfonn and started for his camp "Pretty dangerous thing to do," said Edith. , Well, not as I figured it." got a plan. I don't want those bandits to get 'away 'with aJ?ything," cried ( "TeJ..l us your plan 1". cried all. "Oh said Basil. .; C I see" added Morris, "I made up my mind that -x: there was a' chance to git to Apache Tim an' so I took THE OUTLAWS PUZZLED. it. I found in the pocket of this coat-say ain't.I a ,, 'Whar's shrieked Wild a!! dream in it ?-an old-fashjoned snuff box, and a lIttle soon as the bandits had be en recalled from the ,w;oods slip of paper sayjng that the stuff was that in their vain search. "I kaint, find him anywh.ar." would burn with a flame and not burn any oe. '''Dunno'' shouted Walla Walla Cy. "He ain't "Wonder what it was said .. Edith. hyar D,O one seems tel' hev seen him." "I elunno. But any way," continued l\,iforris, "1 Tom Hudson at this poi:nt came rushing to his used the stuff an' found it woUld burn WIth an fellow thUgs :' I ) {'. pa;,ent flame but wouldn 't His 'face ;Was ashen. some preparatIon of phosphorus, reHis eyes layout on lii.s cheeks. marked Basll. ,f' Thunder!" he adding oaths besides, "1 dunno. But ez. soon ez 1 s een It, I knew ""l. seeu the 0' -Apache Tim.'/ ,. ", 'V;' scare that outlaw chIef pretty nearly to death. "The roared Wild Frank. "The end 0.' Here Teeke broke in ancil. tdld how it been Ap'lj-che Tim. Man what fer yar mean 1'" 1 pretty thoroughly understood m th.e outla'Y band tliat Poker Tom ,went on.'" a "vision" had wa:rned TIm of death.. "1 Apache Tim a ridin'"on his hoss. was "Band say," soldIer ,?f blme goin' so fast th,et, ;r ; Ev;il wf1s arter bye, he dead, warn hm he got dIe que-e-k. him. He was a 'S cree ch1n,." ,:an' a ap.d ,then, .I Edith saw the entire matter III a breath. hearn a shot. I sees Apache Tim. up' his ha:nQ.s. "Ho! Ho!" the girl cried. "I see it now. The:re I kne'\v he was sHot thru' de hrain. must have been a prior meeting b.etween Apache TIm Go' on velled Wild Frank. and Crazy Tommy before arriyed in Tommy's "Then 'r Apache Tim go a lickety-split right clothes, Morris. The firi>t meet!ng .fnghte,ned .the fer the browo;n that thar canyo;n. Say, boy, 'yar I law td d.eath commg III as you .dld ag1 am, ought ter uv seen th8it thfl:r h.oss. He' made 'l'nTI thmlc hlS tIme had come. What dId you say leap thet takes 'im w-a-;v ll!ter the mlddle,.o the' all' to Tim?" _. thet's thar in thet canyon ,Then I nears )m go ker"I the us.ua1 line of ghost flop dOiW1;l inter the, valley berlow. The floss plied Morrm. 1 told hIm that he was gomg to smashed tel' jelly." .. . soon, that I was sent know-to hIm. "Was' Apache Tim 1" ..... "', Y , : f I made a fine moral spnel, and thelil. I ,pulled out that "WaH ef a shot' through, his bram'ldldn't kIll 'lIp. powder, set it afire covertly with a match and when the' faU' did seems tel' me," drawled Polrer Tom. Tim saw me using hell-fire for snuff I looks inter the and, 'the whole shoqtin' just thought he'd Jump tne roof of the tent. match, lays thar, all bloody an' mashed tel' atoms. "He! He!" laughed Edlth. It's the end 0' Apache Tim boys. He's dead." "Ho! I Io!" chimed ia Basil. ,]'here were many white facys in the ga;ng wJ1elil. "Haw! Haw!" put in Sleepy George. awful storv was told. As for Teeke. Wild P;ank called Poker Tom aside. , )VeIl, he kept the usual impassive mein of an Indian "You are sure that A,pache is deadf' he asked. for some "Shore,' '''replied foker 'I'0D?-" ': There was no quesThen IllS face cracked. tion of ut: I seen Apache TIm deader, than a smelt He gave an explosion like a :tire-cracker. with his face up ter the sk:r, Man, 'hi.s whole Then his face ironed itself out. was crushed in.'" , It was Teeke's idea of a laugh. "The hoss was dead Be it here written that this was the first time he had "Smashed into a pulp." ever laughed in his life j sometimes he had but "Therl the band, has no lea4er?" never bad he laughed before. It is not -any-"Et has you 1 where that Teeke evel' laughed again. "Well, I don't cpunt." "Then Apache Tim," said Edith, "fled from his "Yes yer do." own fears. His own fear of an unknown world drove It was wonderful to see thre dIalect fall :;tway him to his death. Well well 'conscience does make Wild Frank. Evep. Poker rom notlced It Frank cowards of us all.' : talked' now like a man 'from another world. Thug Then Edith turned to Morris. as he was even Poker Tom thought that here was a

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(. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. man that might have been something if he had not gi! own crooked. . But. Wild Frank now relapsed into his usual dialect way of speaklng ; "the talk of the gun-man of the N.orthWest. "Thunder, ; he yelled, ",Vall, ef Apache Tim is dead it's up tel' me-My God, wots thet 1 Look at that! There 'CUllS Apache Tim. on his gray hoss!" ,. I' Th,.e bandits whirleq ar. ound to. look in the direction that Frank was pointirig with face and eyes. ,. There came a. strange figure tea-ring over the plateau.. It. was Apache Tim, every bandit saw .rrhe figure was white and ghostly like in its face. 'Its great 'f,acer was staring forward. So deathly white was ,the face; so unearthly the look that Wild howled in abject fear. When .Apache Tim raised his hand and it was seen that a seething flame enveloped it, the ban,dits broke ,and fled. "Y-, 'rhus, came -the whip-like soun!. of a rifle. It.had ,hardly spoken when Wild Frank leaped high in the ai r. Hespull aroUnd on his hee '1. His bj3nt under him, and he fell upon his back dead. -' Thisw.as enough for the outlaws. A s one man they dashed toward their horses. just flung thems elves on the backs of the prail 'ng steeds :and went flying away over the moun taip:s, every m e an for himself, and not a fior' any other man. ". Sach a panic stricken gang never was known to hurry off a t top speed in the N orthWest before. ,'rhe, men J;ushed away bnly thinking of escape. iBehind them rifles andr e volvers accelerated their spe .e(!t Crack! Wen",the rifles. Hang! Went tke rev:ol;vers. With e v .ery sound a banait was struck by a leaden missile. were killed at the first fire. went plunging off of their horses into d epths of the forest where their bodies laj/' to fester and r(i)t, unburied for all time. Others of the olitlaws were sorely wounded. Not, a man, dared look back among the flying gades. ,.' N{l one stopped to think as to where the leaden hail was commg from. They only knew that with the death of Apache Tim and Wild' Fl'ank the outlaw band was leaderless. '. I f'hey merely to get away t(i) some place, they cared not wheJ;'e, so thilt they might escape the leaden hail ; the ghostly return of their dead leader Apache Tim.. In five horrid minutes of fear, panic, and strife. the great Apache Tim gang was wiped out. The plan of Gale Morris had succeeded. The form of Apache Tim then dismounted. It drew a of water from a stream' near at hand and began to wash the white clay off of its face. ,.In ten seconds not a bandit would have been de ceived had they seen the face now displayed. The face was that of Teeke, the Jndian. The clothes were that of Apache Tim, the bandit. The plan of Gale Morris had been an exceedingly simple one. It had been for 'i'eeke, who was about the same size as the dead bandit to put on the outlaw's clothes. A visit to a riear-by white clay pile followed. I A liberal coating of the white clay had concealed yellow skin of the Indian. The next step had been to light some of the phos phorescent powder that Crazy Tommy had left in the Revolutionary soldier's s nuff-box, and, then the gray horse of Sleep George impressed into service. While Teeke rushed down upon the outlaws clad as their dead leader, Apache Tim had been, and ridirig a gray horse such as had been seen to dash into the canyon with I Apache Tim on back, 'Edith, Basil." and Slee:gy George had conce aled themselves 'in \ the thicket about the ban'dit camp. All had gone well. :,l'he ghostly fire had added to the fears of the out laws, an ignorant, and superstitious lot of men naturalJly. ,-, SleepY' George haa then let his rifle belJow out its dread sound The shot had cut tl;trough the life thread of Wild Frank. The bandits were then robbed of tlie only leader ,they had left. I With no one to rally them they had degenerated in a trice, as bodies of men often do, into horde of panic stricken men only intent on flight. Edi,th, and Basil, and Teeke, himself, 4ad then poured a t errible fire from revolvers I and rifles at the fleeing outlaws. Many had bit the dust. Others escaped to bear scars of w0unds received that day for the rest of their lives. G:al e Morris had at length put over his planseach had won; he had not only aided ,greatly in the rescuing of his friends Edith' Ross, and Basil Tyler he had practically alone stampe d out ,the terrible bandit band of Apache Tim.. . . . . "Let's search the tent where we were confined," at length said Basil. He, Edith, and the remainder of the party hurried into the tent. There a great surprise met their eyes. In a chest they found the loot of the outlaws in gold, and after they had returned to the village of Snake Basin, and the express company's gold had been returned they advertised far and wide the fact that they had more of the outlaws' plunder to pe given up to those that had' been robbed. It took a long while to satisfy all demands but when ev.ery one had satisfied there w as enough of the outlaw gold left to make Basil, Edith, Sleepy George, and Gale Morris rich for life. Teeke did not care to remain in Snake Basin longer than he could get out of it, so his share was sent to him in his far North retreat and it made him the rich est Indian in :British North America. Of course, Edith and Basil's share was now in one portion-you see they were married within a week after they returned to Snake Basin. 'rEEl ElND.

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The Ginnt Detective Among the Cowboys; or The Weird Narrative.of a Lost Man. 1 fl The lI1 ys tcry of the Black Trunk; or 1\fanfred's,Strange Quest. 20 The Chief qf tl)e Counterfeiters; or The Boy Detective's Greatest Haul. 21. The 1\1 ystery o f the FJoating Head; or Caught by the King of the Detect i t.2. The B ea utiful Crimilial; or The New York D etective's Strangest Case. ". The \.reat Train Robbery; or Sav,ed by a ,Woman Detecti ve. .tl. The Jloli31j Adventuress; A Tal e of Marvelous Plots. 25, RedLight Will, The River :Detective' ; or T h e RoundUp of the Vv'harf Gang, 2(l, 'rho T win or A Suprising Case of Mistaken. Identi!>,. 27. The Smugglers of Dlew York Bay; or The illv.er Pirates' Greatest Crime. 2S. 111"ck Raven, the Terror of the Georgia Moonshiners; or Thei Moun t a ilH'crs' Last Stand. 1 I 2!l. Pnmasking a Villain; or The French Detective's Greatest Case, :'1(J. Sn"rerl by a Russian Duke; or An American Detective .Among 'the Nihili s t s. :'11. y stery o f the Black Pool; or The Dutch Detective's Sepsational The, Veiled Lady of the Ruins; or Hamud's Ghastly Discovery. Foilc 'd by a Corpse: 01' A Tale o f the Great Southwest. Night Hawk, the 1I1:ounted Dete ct.ive; or Trailing the M.ountain Out-o l aws. Kidnaplled ill New York; or The Dangers of a Great City. ;1(1. f.lII' ed by n Siren; or In the Clutches of a Beautiful Blackmail e r :17. (lId S l euth's Triumph: or The Great Bronx Mystery. :1R. A Trail of Blood; Being the to, 0'' Sleuth's Triumph." )In. The of tthe "Red Oath;' or iRun t Cover by a Governm ent SPY. I ,. 40. T empted by a ,"Voman; or The French D etective's Narrow Escape. -1J, The M iIlioll Dollar Conspiracv: or 0111 Sleuth to erhe iRescue. 42. Accu sed f"o m the Coffin; or The Frustration o f a DastardIr PJot. 4:1. Coolness Alainst Cunning; or '['railed by .. Faithful Mik.e. 4-1. Foile<1 by ,ove; nr The" Mollv Moguires'" Last Stand. '415. T ndcr a Millioh D isguises; or Manfred the MetamowllO$i s t 40, Tracked by th e Man of Mvs tery; or Manfred's Great \Crit'lIlph, b eing a sequel to Under a Million Disguises. J 47. The Huma n BloodHo'1nd; or The Bowe"y Detective on t h e Trail. 48. Manfred's Strangest Case; or Foile d try the 'WCird Detective. 40. Monte-Cristo Ben, ,the Ever Read,}' A. o f RemOI'koble Complications. . 50. Old Terrible, the Iron Arm Detective ; .or The Myste"y of llhe Beauti-ful Heiress. 51. The Stain of Guilt; or .. 'Old Puritan" to th<: Rescu e. 52. 1\ Conspiracy of Crime; or Foiling ,the Kidnappe(s. fiB, .. Old Ironsides" in France. or Trailed by the Giant Det<: c t i Y e 154. The Beautiful, Mystery of Paris; being the sequel to .. Old .Iron sides" in France. fir.. Gvps v Detective on the Trail j or Solving a Great Crime 5(1. The Half Breed's S ecret; A NarratIve of Phenomenal Adven t ures_ 57. The Ttolinn's Revenge; A 'I'hrilling Narrative of Adventures. oR. A ThreeFold Mystery; A Out Detective Narrative. fill. The Midnight League; or The Giant Detective in Ireland. (lO. TIll' Secret of the Dungeon; being the sequel to .. The Midnig h t Leasue." (It, Gypsy l' the Long Trail .J:)etective; or Solving a Great Mystery. (12. The Wcird !IJeteotive; or .. Glld lIaldy" on the Trail. 63. A Terdble Mystery; A Narrative of Peculiar Detective Tricks and 70. On Their Trac k ; being the continuation o f .. The MonteCristo/' ,f 11. The Omnipresent Avengel' ; being the continuatipn .of .. On Their Track." 72 Tragedy and Strategy; being 'the conclusion o f 'f The ,Oplnipresent Avenger. . : 7 3. The Gypsy, Detective's Greatest' Case; or' PJNl to the 'Resc ue. .' 7 4 The Shadows of New York; or The American Winning Hand. t / 75. The O l d Magician's, Weird Legac.y; A :Gal e of Mai'velous ,Happenings in I ndia. j 1 7 6. A Mysteriou s Disappearance; I;,. S'illgu lariy Strange Narrative. 7 1 T h e Red Detect ive.; A Great Tal e of Th'lJystety.' 7 8. The Weird Warnings lof Fate, ; or .Strange Case. 79. The Treasure of the Rockies, ; A Tal e of,-Strange Ad,ventu res: 80. Bonanza Bardit\'s "Yinning StriKe; oeing t h e sequ el .to "The Treasuf'e of t h e Reckies." ", 8 1. Long ,Shadow; 'the Detective; A Tale of I.l1dia)1 Strateg-r. 82 The Disguise Detective; The Wierd Adventu's df a .. Trans. form.' 83. A Young Detective's Great Shal!O\v ; A N ;arr ati.ve of Extraordinary Detec6",e Devices. 84. 85. 86. Stealthy Brock, ,the Detective' or, Trailed to their 'Doom. O l d Siellth -to the 'Rescue; A Startling Narrative of Hidden Treasure. Old th, e being the sequel to "Old Sleuth to the Rescue. ,t I I 8 7 The GreatJewel Mystery; or Tne Right ?lIan in ,C",'e. 88: Jackson, Cooper, ,the Wizerd Detective; A N ar.rabve of "Vonderfu l ."89. DO. f;l1. 92 Detective Skill." Foiling the or Dari n ,g: Tom Ca.e, y to the Rescue. The Cnme,; or The W-elTd Ad'Vent u r.es .di -J' Joe. I" ., Gasparoni,. Halian 'lDetectiv:e ; A 'Stl'afige Weird Ifale o f C i t'y L i fe, T h e Vengeance of Rate; b ,eing the seque11:0 "Gasparoni, the iLtalial; ,i:' ,I 93. Tbe 'secr,e,t ,Sp .ecial Det'ective; or "Ol d Transform ,. 011' the Trll' it. ;9' 4. 'l1he Shadow b f a Qrime; or ,the u lr.o' n \Q.uKe.!.s lit S t r.anlJe .Case. 95. The Secret of the Kidnapped Heir ; A 'Stran'ge Detective Narr"ti..,e. 06. Foiled by a Femal e .Detective; being thc sequcl, t o Kidnal?pcd '.aeir." I; !l7. 98. Jl9. 1{)0. 101. 102. 103. 11)4. 105. 106. 1 07. lOR 1 00 110. 111. 112. 113. 114. 115. 116. 11 7 nS. 119. 120. 121. 122. 123. 124;. 125. 126. 127. 128. 129, 1 30. 131. 133. 135. Old ,ron s ides .. New Y.ol\k; or The l Ji)atlght,er ,dj the G A. IT rush o.r !Fe"US Connor's ,Cas,e. The :Shadow' D .etecth'e; .or I1l>c Mysterles ,;,Qf a NiJl!1t. IDete,ctive T,hra,sl1 ; ilhe N[an 1\Itapper; I:< ,of Ill'traondrnary De.,' '1 tcctive DeVices. I "Ol d Ironsides" at His A Marvelous Detective Narrative. Trailed by ,an '.'\ssassin: ; A ;I;ale of Jtalian .v, <\nge;.)1ce. The L\lst of H-aie ; being th. e s'eSlue1 to "Txailed ,by an Assassin. /I. Gdl1len ,Curse, ; or IP,he Ha"'lcst of Sin. lfh,e 'RQtel Irr'lg:edy i O r 'M arlfrea.'s Greatest 11>dventut;e The Mystepy ;Rooln 207; be.ing the seq.l'eJ to 'f,1)e ;&Iotel Garrlemore, the Detective; or the King of the" 'Shadowers." ... The Fatal Chair; beinl,l' sequel to Gardemore, th, e 'Detective. The Mask of or lll ite ,Graveyard M ,urder. The Twisted Lr,,,I ; the sequel to the 'Mask' of Mystery. I Booth Bell ; or Th" Pmnce of eetectives Amon g t h e Indian s. The Beauti fu l Captive; being th, e continuation o f Booth Bel l. Bootb )3ell's Twisted \ T\ai1; 'the sequel 'to T h e Beautif u l CaptJ;v:e. The Wall Str.eet De.tect ive; 'or Ua.rry Teailer .. The Banker's Se"ret; being >the sequ.e l '\l'.h.e 1 w';\11 !\,-t1;ee.t Detective. The J'rnil; 'or T,hc Mystery o,f a.;Lo"t <:l.a,sk.\l.t. The House of 'Mystery; being 'the to !I':he 'Trail. { O l d Sleuth in
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