The diamond tattoo; or, Dick Hardy's fight for a fortune

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The diamond tattoo; or, Dick Hardy's fight for a fortune

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SIMP_SON Longer Stories Than Contained in r._ A' -SIMPSON Any Five Cent Library Published Fl \IE CErlfTS 8 AVlll A CIFFERE"'T COMPL.EiE STORY With a spring, Dick reache d the rail. The n ext moment he had leaped sheer overboard.

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BRA VE BOLD .l:l Different Complete Story Every Week No. 3 NEW YORK, January 10, 1903. Price. F iv e Cents. DIAMO N D TATTOO; O R, Dick Hardy's Fight for a fortune. -B y BOYINGTON CHAPTER I. .!Ql:E NIGHT OWLS. "Help!" "What's that, boys?;-; -"! didn't hear anything." "vVc a in't all h e r e !" C ount n oses and s e c !" "All right! One-two-three-four-five-there ought to be six of us, and there ain't. No, Dudley Ralston is missing." "Help!" "There it is again! Come, boys, Dudley must be in trouble." "Hey, Dud!" "I'm in the chimney-help me out!" The five boys, wh,o stood just outside a rude shanty at the edge of a lovely country village, soon disappeared from the twilight haunted landscape, and their excited voices could hf heard inside the hut. Finally they emerged again, and ejaculations and comments indicated that they were engaged in discussing some exciting episode of the hour. "Hurt, Dudley?" asked one of the crowd of the new boy in their ranks. "No, only scratched and grimed badly; see here, it's no fun, the trick some of you played on me!" "\\'."hat trick?" queried a guilty voice. t' "Yelling out that Scroggins was coming! I was just filling my pockets with the choicest cigars, when some one hollered." "Why didn t you run outside, then?" "Couldn't. Mistook a boy for Scroggins himself, and ran for a cupboard. It was locked. Then I made for the chimney, got halfw a y up it and s tuck there. It's a s h a m e I\c ent i re l y spoile d my clo th es '' Well, I got the cigars," remarked one of the throng. A whole box of them?" "Three boxes," and Harold Warrington held up a compact parcel. "Let us get away from here boys. If we were seen !t might get us into trouble." "No danger," replied Dudley, confidently. "I saw old Scroggins in town an hour ago, very busy at the tavern reducing the surplus at the bar, and you can count on him not being home for a long'time yet. Come, boys, a smoke Then for the party." "And Dick Hardy I" cried another voice. "Yes, boys, Dick Hardy. Are we together on the plot?" "You bet we are!" "Night Owls to the core?" "Every one of us." "Good I Then we'll settle his hash. No backing out or treach ery; we owe him a grudge, and to-night we'll pay it. Nothing's too bad for a Night Owl to do, to resent an insult to a fellow member."

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "That's it, Dud. Here, take a cigar around, and pocket a few. \\'e"ll hide the rest," sid Harold. 'Tl! take care of the rest, if there's any rest left to take care of," remarked Dudley. Soon from a a short distance from the highway, six glow ing knobs of light illun1ined the scene, and the hea\Ty air held a .;anopy of tobacco smoke the heads of the chattering sex tet. Dudley was the son of the Honorable Jehu Ralston, a million aire, who ey some ludicrous trick of fate had been sent to Con gress from his district. Dudley had considerable money to spend, and during his father's ab.sence at Washington, having no mother, he ran wild. He was a with a certain clique of beys like himself, and lorded it over all juvenile Brigh ton. Whe11 the society called the Night Owls was started, Dudley usurped full power as president, treasurer, and electing com mittee, all in one, and made the organization boastedly exclusive. Its principal aim was to leam to smok and c'imit acts of miscl)j.ef, and so bold and flagrant were its operations, that it now comprised only six members, and they the fastest boys in Brighton, parents generally warning their so n s to steer clear of the society. Just now t11e Nig'lit Owls had two objects of animosity and spite to deal with and t he early evening had been
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, I BRA VE AND BOL D. 3 Dick's "stuck up ways" irritated them. He detected in carrying away the store signs, and beat them off. From that time his interference in their mischief made him a prominent target for their malice. Dick made the acquaintance of the daughter of the second wealthiest gentlemen in Brighton-Alice Marshall. Her father was a judge, and was quite as refined and intelligent as was the Honorable Jehu Ralston coarse and ignorant. One day the pony-phaeton that pretty Alice drove, ran away. Dick happened to bf' passing along the street at the time; the vehicle was dashing from side to side, and rapidly nearing the river, while the frightened Alice sat in terror, J;iolding on to the seat. She had Jost a companion since the horse had started on its wild career-Dudley Ralston. He had been driving her to the post office when he had lost control of the lines, and then, coward that he was, observing his own peril, he sprang from the vehicle and abandoned his helpless companion to her fate. Dick Hardy had a hard run of it to catch up with the 1 horse, for it was fully haJf a square in advance of him when he first dis covered Alice's dilemma_ Even when he had caught at the reins and tried to check the steed's mad progress, he was under its feet. The injury laid him up for two days; but during that time he was the hero of the village, and anxious Alice called each day with a bouquet; and even the udge, her father, 'condescended to visit the invalid ancl thank him fervently for his bravery and service in behalf of his daughter. Previous m this Alice's escort on most all occasions had been Dudley Ralston, but she him a decidedly cold shoulder after that. Thus Dudley grew to cordially hate his new rival, and one day met him with a crowd of Night Owls, and tried to engage him in a quarrel. He met his match in Dick and was badly beaten. Upon the night on which Dudley had planned to injure Dick, Miss Alice Marshall had issued invitations for a party at her palatial home, and all juvenile Brighton was agog over the event. It was in the nature of a farewell to her young friends, for within a week Judge Marshall and his daughter were to go to New York, and sail thence to Europe. The judge's sister was to accompany Alice, and ffamily named Wardf'll was to go as far as Liverpool. Dudley Ralston was also to be one of the party. That this did. not suit Alice, she plainly showed by her manner, but Mr. Ralston had written from Washington, asking the judge to see Dudley safe in the hands of relatives who lived in London, and out of friendship for a neighbor the judge had agreed to the arrangement. It was just eight o'clock that evening when Dick, after a call in the village, turned his footsteps toward the great stone mansion on the hill, already aglow with brilliant lights. Just as he passed the edge of the town hall square, a boisterous voice hailed him, suspiciously near, as if its owner had been purp os ely w'liting for him. "Hello, Dick!" Dick smiled, and returned the salutation, but did not pause in his walk as he recognized the speaker. It proved to be Dale Vincent, and Dale, as Dick well knew, was one of the Night Owls, and a warm adherent of Dudley Ralston "Hold on, Dick," spoke Dale; "what's the hurry?" "What's the use of delay?" "Nothing, nothing, only I suppose you're going to the ?" "Yes" "Hold on, Dick." They werP just passing a drugstore, the last business store in the block, and Dale halted ab..uptly. "What's the matter, Dale?" asked Dick, bound to be pleasant with an invited guest to the Marshall home, suspicious as he was of the entire sincerity of Dale's friendly overtures. "I'm thirsty." "Going in to get a drink?" "Yes." "All right; I'IJ wait for you." "No, come in with me; I'm going to get some soda water." "I don't care for any, Dale." "Oh, come now, Dick! don't be unfriendly-come along please." Dick followed Dale, at his pleadings. A red-haired, frecklefaced boy stood behind the counter. He grinned vacantly at Dick, and watched. Dale's face craftily. The latter winked slyly. The young clerk was a cousin of his, and that very day Dale had promi se d to try and get him elected as a member of the Night Owls, if he would help him in a little scheme to doctor" Dick Hardy. Sizz-zz-zz-z A hissing serpent lurked in the innocent-looking liquid, but Dick never suspected it, and drained the glass that the clerk ; proffered him "Whew! it's strong-tastes like alcohol!" he gasped. "New flavor," grinned the clerk. Dick's throat burned and his whole frame seemed glowing with intense warmth as they came out again upon the street. He chatted carelessly with Dale all the way to the Marshall mansion, and was somewhat surprised at the exaggerated anticipa tion of pleasure he experi e nced as they neared the scene of tlie party. The drawing-rooms were already filled with a gay company, and in the excitement of being there, and the greeting of the pretty hostess and her friends Dick f?rgot all about his strange exhilaration. His had become slightly dizzy and a filmy vapor seemed to cloud his clear vision, but he attributed all this to the heat Qf the rooms and the embarras s ment on being for a moment the cynosure of the colllpany as the !!!test arrived guest. "Oh, Dick! please help me entertain the C0111Pany until the

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/: .. 4 BRA VE AND BOLD. games begin, will you?" asked Nellie May, a cousin of Alice Marshall, as the latter left Dick to rece ive some new arrivals "If I can," replied Dick. "What can I do?" "The conjuring tricks, D i ck, and the imitations. They are so clever J" Dick had mastered several unique feats at 'Tm afraid they wil! think I am monopolizing attention," saro Dick. "Oh, not at all! plea s e Dick!" 'Please, Mr._ Hardy!" Oh do oblige us. A half-dozen charming girls, who had overheard the reques t of Nellie, joined their etJtreaties to hers and Dick s milingly agreed to favor them. Sm_ilingly! Somehow, as he aro s e from the chair where he w'as l se a t ed, he was conscious that' he could not keep an inane and expressionless smile off his face. Then. too, he slightly stumbled as he placed the chair to hid e hi o h and s while he prepared to make a silver dollar disappeti.r in plain,
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I BRA VE AND BOLD. 5 But he could not arouse Dick. The latter remained in a deep stupor. Judge Marshall took him up bodily at last, and carried him away from the veranda, and the sight of the curious eyes that peered
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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. A gruff voice called out the words from the other end of the car. A frouzy form came in view. Even amid his misery Dick evinced a interest m this new incident. "Woke up?" spoke the stranger, who, dressed like a tramp, was dimly outlined in the vague light that came in through the end window of thc car . "Yes," moaned Dick, almost inarticulately. "What was ye trying to do?" ; ;To get out." "And off?" "Yes." 1"Humph !" ye'd have a nice tumble. What's the matter with ye, anyway?" "I'ro sick." "Jest ye lie still, bye, aqd when they stop, ye can get off; see, here's some water and bread, if ye want it." "Water!" murmured Dick, faintly. The tramp produced a bottle, and Dick drained a portion of its contents feverishly, but he could not eat the bread. "I aller.s pervjdes for contingents," said the tramp: we're coming to a stop." "Tl;len I must get off," said Dick. He made an effort to rise, but could not, unaided. "Help me!" he said. "Hello! / "No use, lad, ye couldn't get through that window yonder, if I did help ye; it's too narrer. Say, ye wants to get back to Brighton?" "Yes-yes!" "Well, then, take the quickest way!" "What's that?" "Ride on to New York. It's only twenty miles. There seems to be nothing but freight trains on this line. At New York ye can catch a passenger train, and get back home in a twinkling." "I fear I'll hate to wait!" moaned Dick ; miserably. "I'm going to get off," said the tramp. "And leave me?" "Just to buy some more grub." 'fl have money," began Dick, faintly. No, no!" mterrupted the tramp with undue haste. "I've got plenty of money." H e had-p. oor Dick discovered why-a little later. CHAPTER V. MORE COMPLICATIONS. The tramp had climbed through the window, but the; train started finally, and he did not .return as promised. Dick did not care much ; he to heed putside affairs, and was only haunted by the terrible plot against him at Brighton. ... --. He recognized it all as Dudley Ralston's mo tha,
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BRAVE AND BOLD. F e rryboat t wo stre et s so uth. "Is it free?" "Free? no!" replied the boy, "It' s tw o cent s." T \vo cent s 'Poor Dick, he did n o t e ve n hav e o n e .He sat down on a pile of lumber to th i nk his coat wrap1jc:d up in a new sPted the "'It's Mull-Mull-Mull-me boy-ine boy!' but Mull wants fact s Doe s the c o me off to-day or not?" Mull I am very sorry to say that it does not. "It don't? Then I'm getting tired of it. Where' s the money, and clothes, and the riotous living that has been promised me? s L ck of pr' ocras,..;..pr00ras" exactly," replied the lawyer, blandly "Ah, M n l l y o u make p ie. wee p a( yo ur i m paticncc Four d ays p1ore, dear b oy, a qd theiiho, for Uto pia!" "For w h e re?" d e m a nd ed the d i sg run .tle d :\l ull s u s pici ous!{ '"Ut o pia, p aradisio th e d o l c e far ir.ic n tc o f yo m youthful ardo r E u ro p e Imp. Ofi.\p, h o.! b o M u l l w h e n 1 think o f the you'll cut i t make s me s m ile ." T b e figu r e i\l a rtin Mull c ut just n ow w a s n o t a Yery ing o n e but he seemeq so m ew h at m o llifi e d a t hi s w o rd s o f p ro m ise A s to t h e m o ney, Mu ll?" co ntipued Bluff l ook here 1i .. T h e l awy e r dre w forth a p o ck e tb oo k a nd thre w it o n the . Mul i se ized it w olfis bly a nd t o re it o p e n w ith gr ee d y e y es "Tha t's so m ething like h e c ri ed. "How mu c h?" "Fiv e hun d r ed!" ; Now, the;,, e x p ecte d of m e for th'.s m o ney?" ''First tog's." 'A11d I'll buy th e bes t, too "Th a t' $ ri g h t, h e ir s d o a l ways. Nex t pa ssage mciney: "Priva t e cabin ea t at ca p ta ins t a ble?" "Exac t l y-money n o o bje c t. Mu11; I want you to s ta y around t o-day, and atte nd t o c alle d for your place ." All ri g bt.....:.only" l want l o g o o u t a nd le av e m y m e a s ure '.l si.1i t It'll b e quick w ork if I'm t o l eav e o n 'th e s te.am e r Saturda,y. "You a re. Be b a ck soon, m y d ea r M ull.. I will. l\Iull withd rew." T h e i awy er s h oo k hi s fis t him. "The y o ung cub!" he muttered, onc e alo ne.' : .,If i t : \vks 1 1 t fo\. ..... t he m on ey, I'd give him a c!Os e for his inso len ce. But s tea dy Bar-. ri ste r M o rtim e r s teady Bluff ; old b oy l ;undre d doi n a 1 id half a fortun e ah ea d, i s not to be s niffed at, a nd Mull 's in n i y po w e r if be trie s to c heat me. Bluff retired to the ne x t i oom,' and 1t1 an h our "'Ma ster ;Niull b?,c k He. wore a 1 1 immense pa s te d j amond p j q his now, wh i ch he .. regarded with 'frequent glance s of admiratio 1 1 in rtiirror hanging the desk. ". . :. : ; ".: . Then, for :g1 hour, he was . --. --\ . -. ... ... cations of boys who came in response to the sign b e! ow fo.r ''b oy .. . . ::.. wanted. None of them suited Mull, and,. besides, .J1e. erii:0n_d tormef! iln g and dis appointing the applicl).nt s : fina1ly a boy ent e r .td who neither took off his to : Mull; nor betrayed the timidity that Mull's scowling mann(fr. had : invoked with previous calJers '"'Well, what do you demanded Mull insolently. "I came about an advertisement." : Well, you won t do." "Won' t do for what?" ; Office boy." "I don't want tb bc an office boy." 'Tion'f?" "No." "What are you talking abo"1t then1,. "An advertisement..,

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8 BRA VE AND BOLD "Exactly-on the door below-boy wanted." ..l:Exa,ctly not-in the newspaper-boy wanted." Abner Mull started as if he had been struck a sudden blow. He sprung to his feet and fixed his cat-like eyes the co.mer. "W-what !" he gasped-"an advertisement ?'t "Yes-in the paper." "What paper?" "Daily Herald-date two months ago." "Information--" "--wanted of a boy signed Mortimer Bluff." "What's this row?" Bluff had come to the door of his office, hi s p e n between his teeth. "No row," gasped Mull; "Mr. Bluff this-boy-that boyhere-there--" "Well. well?" cried the lawyer, testily. "Says he came about an advertisement about a boy-the adver tisement." "What!" ejaculated Bluff. "The?" "Yes." '"'Boy, what's your name?" demanded Bluff, as he fixed a fierce look on the newcomer "Richard Hardy." "Gosh! we're beat!" ejacu1ated Mull, as t1e sank to a chan. "Confusion!" n;uttered Mortimer Bluff, as the pen fell from hi s teeth, and he stared in bewildered incredulity at his visitor. CHAPTER VII. THE DIAMOND TATTOO . "Richard Hardy!" murmured Mull, never
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 9 Dick looked eag er. "Yo u're Richard Hardy; well and good. I'm Mortimer Bluff, lawyer. I'm paid to fmd you-good! I find you. Who knows that you came here? "No one." replied Dick, promptly. C apital-hum I I mean very good," remarked Bluff "Ever hear of Caspibianica Throttlebury ?" Dick smiled at the singular name. "Neyer, sir." well, then, suppose I tell you that about half a year ago I received a letter from Warra-Warra, New
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10 BRAVE AND BOLD. "Now that letter wa s s ign e d G enera l R o d e ri ck Hardy That the en tire ma(\e r in a nuts h ell. What ha1 e yo u got to s ;iy about it ?" Dick did not at o nce reply. He w a s just th e n watching a ( peculiar p a nt omime in the n ext ro o m Abner M u ll a s the la wye r finis h ed talkin g, h a d fo1i. h c d writing. H e fold e d the s heet of p aper b efo r e him and see m e d t o b e waiting fo r so m ething. J!. thi s D ick n o ti ce d, uno b se r ved by Bluff o r !Vlull. W e ll a s t o r y," h e s aid, finaJly I s t o rie s happen but that's n o t L ire q11e. ti o n D o y o u or do youno l go to Warra-vVarra?" Pi"k w a s 1n a qu a nrl a ry. H e co11ld n o t d ecide so quickl y, and h e t o ld the 1a 1vye r s o Bluff left the room. The mo1ric nt he c a m e i n to th e p rcsc11ce o f M111l, the latte r sprung to his feet excitedly. See here. Bluff he demanded, "what do es thi s all mean?" '.'fic t i on, mY boy pure fiction, smiled the craft y lawyer, "necessary in our business, ha, lia \V qy w o11ld y ou hav e me tell the boy truth?"' :\.nd you w ant t o send him t o \Varry-\iVarry?" 1 i!J.ICJJtl to ,get rid of him, ye s Suppose he s tays here and I didn' t g e t him out of the country? He knO\VS advertis ed for b i m H e' d t ell, friends T hey would inve s tigate, learn the truf h and wh e r e w o uld y o u and I be?" K i t e high " Behind b a r s in the b argain, too i n a ybe, '.\lull I send him t
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BRAVE AND BOLD. I 1 looked anxious, and s ped away as Bluff hastily wrote 3 ome lines on a sheet of paper and handed it to him. Then the latter re-entered his private office, and smiled placidly at Dick. Bluff began a long and tedious dissertation on the and I caution that a lawyer's peculiar pro fessi o n made neces sa ry. He seemed to be simply putting in tim e until Mull's return, and Dick became s uspicious and impati e nt. I c am e her e ," continued Dick, s eri o usl y, "in reply to an ad verti se ment. For some r eas on you p e r s ist jn deceiving me. Good d a y s ir. " H o ld o n h o ld on I" I s hall find so m e other way t o le arn thi s strange se cr e t o f yors "No, no, my dear young fri end, li s ten to me, bear with me a m oment!" Just then the outer door of the office opened and Mull e ntered. He dire cted an intellig ent look at his employer Bluff smiled craftily. T h e n a singular change came over him He affected an air o f offepded di g ni ty. "Mr. H a rd y," he said, in a se ver e t o ne of Yoice to Dick ; y o u have seen fit to cast a spersion s of fr a ud up o n the character of th e le a ding lawyer in America. I refuse to deal with you; I beg of y ou to leave this office sir!" Dick stared in wonderment at Bluff; he began to think the man demented. You refuse to tell me-" he began. Everything, interrupted Bluff with a wa v e of his hand "Take your legal matters elsewhere, sir, where your insolence will be tolerated." "I never brought them to you "Ha, hum! Well, don't." "But I will find some other lawyer who will probe this affair, cried Dick, excitedly. Oh, you will? Maybe you mean to threaten me, sir? Get out, sir-get out-or I will kick you out." Dick Hardy in utter astonishment at the lawyer's sudden change ot tactics, reach ed the outer door as Bluff made a menacing motion toward him ... Bluff hastened to a window, and glanced down at the street. "There they go ," he muttered, coinplacently. "Boy dazed at it all, andi the captain on his trail. Now then, Mull, in an hour you go to Sailors Delight, and see what Scrooge has to report. Then we take up our sch e me where this young meddler inter rupted us." Dick Hardy reach e d the stre et in a w o ndering
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12 BRAVE .AND BOLD. the same kind of cigars that Dick had at the party, of course he was the thief. :fben, too, Mr. Stokes, the grocer, stated that Dick had col lected a bill for thirty dollars and had disappeared with it. ;'He has fled with his booty, the hypocrite and thief!" com mented Scroggins, and half of Brighton believed it. At the Marshall mansion the judge looked serious and amazed, and pcetty Alice sad and regretful as theY. witnessed the downfall of their favorite. ti;> Dudley Ralston, he was m clover A hated enemy and ri v al had been removed from his path, and he was exultant over the outcome of his wicked schemes. He pledged all his accomplices to the strictest secrecy, and bribed them to continued silence and fidelity to his cause a-fter his dep<1rture from Brighton. ,, That event Dudley Ralston now looked forward to with the gri;atest delight. The Marshalls started for New York the ensuing day, and he was to accompany them. Dudl e y put in his time before the stea,mei; s ailed viewing the sights of the city, and escorting Ali.ce from place to place, an h onor and pleasure by which he hoped to fully secure his place in affection s as her best beau. lt was late in the afternoon of the day of the intended departure, and tqe other s were getting their baggage ready for the steamer, when a bulky letter was handed Dudley at the hotel office. 'He regarded its lnclosures with some surprise and read the one intended for him with dismay. It w:.is in the irregular handwriting of his father, the Honorable Jehu Ralston, and was dated at the national capitol ''M.ll Dear Dudley," it ran. "In the hopes of catching you be fore the steamer s ails, I write you post-haste. "You must not go to Europe, b1,1t come bac.k at once to Brighton, I go to-d him all. Sorry; but we all make mistakes in this uncertain world. He will give you money to get home. Your father, "JEHU RALSTON." Dudley Ralston s at overcome completely, for some moments after reading this unexpected letter. It crushed him, and the thought of foregoing the European trip, and returning to Brighton a pauper, dismayed him. "We're ready, Dudley. Are you?" asked the judge, approaching him at that moment. Dudley thrust the into his pocket hastily. "Yes," he replied, all ready." He looked pale and grim, as they reached the steamer. "I won t give my father s letter to Judge Marshall!" he de cided. "I won't say a word about my own. I'll have the fun of this trip, even if the judge does have to pay for it. A pauper, eh? Well, if I could get Alice Marshall to marry me, and win her father's fortune!" And then as the steamer sailed from land, the crafty Dudley Ralston flung overboard the letters he had received from hi s father, and knew that he was safe to figure under false at least until they reached England. CHAPTER XI. AT THJ;: SAILOR S ' DELlGH T. "Yo u keep quiet." The man who had thnis t Dick Hardy into the cab enforced these words by almost crushing his prisoner s arm in his fierce grasp, as Dick sought to escape. The vehicle was a close one, and f>roceeded so rapidly that even if Dick had called out for help, it was improbable that any one would heed or hear him. Sailors' Delight, Twentys even, East River!" called out the man to the driver, finally. He, was no other than the Captain Scrooge, for whom Bluff, the la\\'yer, had sent Abner Mull. "Where are you taking me?" asked Dick, in an alarmed tone of voice. Scrooge tightened his grasp 011 Dick's arm. See here boy," he grouhd out, savagely, "you let well enough alone if you're wise. You're my prisoner for the present, and all the s houting and struggling in the world won't help you. I've handled too many runaway boys to be afraid of you, and the police know me and believe me." "But I am not a runaway boy cried Dick, anxiously. "We'll pretend that you are until we know positively that you ain't, then,'' was the rough reply. Dick made no further attempt to escape, for he considered it futile just then. The cab began to near the East River, and finally paused in front of a low, two!'story ancient house, the lower portion of which was occupied as a saloon. Captain Scrooge alighted, and, never losing his grasp of Dick, paid the cabman. Scrooge dragged him through the saloon to a stairway, down it, across a dark, damp room, and thrust him into an apartment that had an iron-barred door. "That's your bunk for a time said Scrooge, as he locked the poor and returned upstairs. / Abottt four o'clock two men entered the adjoining room. Dick had lain down on the cot, and lie did not arise as he recognized the newcomers. They were Mortimer Bluff and Captain Scrooge. '\

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BRAVE AND .BOLD. 13 "There he is, Bluff," spoke the grufF v-Oice of Scrooge. "What do you want done with him?" "Keep him till he's shipped aw y." "Oh! that's the game?" "I'll ship him to the antipodes, if possible." "Well, I can accommodate you." "How so?1 "Etrnria 'Schooner, sails in four days, in ivory trade, sails for South Africa and India. Captain Luke Danbridge; know him?" "A marine: monster I" "Give him a hundred and the boy never comes back." "Tha.t's . .. "Signed, sealed, and delivered by said mournin g pan;nt?" "Right, yo are." "Thrtn I have nothing to do with the boy's wishes, except to lick the tantrums out of him with a rope's end Shut_ up t ; "Get in!" The iron door clanged on the agonized Dick once more: He was in the darke s t de s pair. All the world seemed leagued against him to steal him away from society and degrade him to a slave's life. Later m the day, Mr. Scrooge brought Dick some food, and "I'll see. Come, I don't care to have him see n1e," and Bluff took the water jug away, but returnt:d with the latter soon after. went out. Dick made a dozen unsuccessful efforts to escape, and then abandoned the venture in desl?air. The third day, Scrooge came down to the cellar and with '\:_im was a man at whom Dick Hardy gazed with a shudder of fear. He was a burly. red-faced ruffian, who was just intoxicated enough to be sullen, and he bore a heavy cane in his hand. "There's the boy, Captain Danbridge," spoke Scrooge; as he pointed to the barred door to which Dick clung, staring out at them. "Let's have a look at him?" growled Captain Danbridge, in a terrible voice. CHAPTER XII. AFLOAT. Captain Scrooge unlocked the door of Dick Hardy's prison apartment, and the latter stepped out into view, glad of an opportunity to have freedom of locomotion after his cramped, close solitude. "Step. around faster," he ordered, striking Dick a smart blow with his cane. "He'll do." commented Danbridge, after a brief inspection. "I'll make him help the cook." "Or cabin boy?" "Got one." "Captain," cried Dick, approaclling Danbridge, "please listen to me." "Forge ahead I" "I do not wish to sail on your ship." "Ahal" "And I'll never work for you if you make me go." "Ho, ho I" chuckled Danbridge, grasping his cane more tightly. "These men have no right to ship me off this way." Danbridge turned to Scrooge "Scrooge," he said, "you give 1l1e a paper?" "I do." "Signed by--" "John SJllith." "Exactly. This boy's fathl'r ?" "Of record," winked Scrooge. "It gives me charge of his disobedient son fot one cruise?" ward. It was only after he had taken several dri11ks from it that a new and startling truth began to dawn on Dick's mind. He had been He was sure of it. as he began to experience a dull lethargy. He fought the fensation for some t'ime, and then merged inv.olun tarily a deep, sodden sleep. 'When he awoke, he knew that he was in a strange place. He could ieel the swayirtg 1J!Ovement of a s hip. "Afloat!" munnured Dick, in a startled tone of \ "Oice. "They have drugged me, and brought me to the Etruria, Captain Danbridge's ship!" He could hear the tramping of heavy footsteps overhead, nd the swash of the waves against the sides of the ship. Apparently, he was locked into some small apartment the forecastle of the ship, ;md lay upon a bunk containing a blanket. He soon went to again. He was rudely a wakened early in the morning by a sailor, who, without ceremony, dragged otit of the bunk. "Breakfast!" he growled. "No lagging; follow me !'I The sailor led the way to where a dozen rough-featured men were seated at a bare deal table, and Dick was hul'IEfry enough to appreciate the muddy coffee and black bread and pork that it con tained. "Captain wants to see you," said the same man who had awakened Dick, as the latter completed his meal. "Where will I find him ?;' Dick. "Cabin/' Dick came upon deck. He gazed around him in vacant amaze: ment and dismay. Land was nowhere in sight, and the with every set, was speeding away from his native shores. "Get along, 1here !" spoke the mate o.f the ship, as he dealt Dick a blow that sent him reeling to the mast. "No gaping here!" Dick said nothin g but a firm resolute expression came into his face. The bearing of mate and sailor s indicated that life aboard the ship would be; worse than slavery. Dick found the cabin door open. He entered boldly. At a

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BRA VE AND BOLD. table, with an flask of liquor before him, and half intoxi cated, sat Captain Danbridge. "Hello!" he ejaculated, as he bent a fierce scowl on Dick. "Who told you to come in that way?" "You for me." "Go back and tap at the door, tip your hat, and make the naval !j
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BRA VE AND BOLD. They had found no papers on him, for his coat had been left on board the Etrnria when he made his escape ; But in his vest pocket Ben had come across a matchbqx. It was one that Dick had found on the street in New Y qrk City, and across its silver plate was scratched a name-"Dan Evans." So Ben assumed that to be the name of his young protege, and so found himself called when he came to himself again. do not know my right name," he mused, the day he was able to sit up. "Well I intended tc use a false one hereafter, until I learned the secret that had caused me all my trouble. Otherwise, Mortimer Bluff might get track of me Dan Evans will do as well as any other name, so Dan Evans be it!" Dick had ample time for reflection now. Ben seemed to hav e taken a great liking to him, and saw that he made comfort able, and devoted most of hif time off duty to his care. He learned that the steamer was the Tripoli, and outward bound, from New York to Liverpool. The captain had only questioned him and suggested that Clyde, the clerk, should use him as an assistant. Clyde tned him, and was delighted with Dick's intelligence and ability. That very afternoon he took Dick to hi s little office. "You can help me considerably," he said. "I've a lot lists to make out and the books to write up. Here, you sit1at the table, and I 'll dictate. First, a copy of the passenger list." Clyde began to read out the names of the passengers, and Dick wrote them down on a sheet of paper. Suddenly, Dick started violently. "What's the matter, Evans?" asked Clyde, surprisedly. "That-that last name, sir?'' "Thomas Marshall." Dick Hardy contin,1ed to write, but his heart beat violently. "Miss Alice Marshall." Dick's hand trembled. A blur was before his eyes. The Marshalls They were passengers on board the Tri poli! Fate had sent them together again! "Got that, Evans?" "Yes, c;ir."' ' "Dudle. y Ra)ston." "Dudl!'v repeated Dick, faintly, all the past revived by these familiar names. "Richard Hardy!" Dick fl!ll back. groped, stammered, and the pen propped from his nerveless hand. CHAPTER XV. A STARTLING SURPRISE. The clerk stared at Dick Hardy, wonderingly, unable to comprehend the true cause of his actions, and attributing the!ll to weqkness or excitement incidental to his recent illneSlS. "You ain't strong enough to work yet, Evans," he said, solici tously. "Just rest a while." "Oh, no ; sir," replied Dick, with an . "I'm all rigl:}t .ncnv . Please go on, sjr. I-I enjoy the task, and I all So the list concluded, Dick recognizing, furthe;, the of a family from Brighton that had accompanied Judge o n his European tour. He was glad when the work was over, for hi s head w as in a sa d whirl. The discoveries he had mad e startled and overca me him. ''] u s t lie down and rest a.ow hi le in my cot, Evans," said .. (:Jyde. kindly; "your eyes l oo k tired. Do they pain you?" "A little, sir." "Here, wear my sea-goggfes for a day or two; they'll _strengt,h en your sight. The change to salt air often affects people." Clyde handed Dick a pair of black goggles. They had crepe ends, and effectually concealed the eyes, and Dick hailed their ac quisition as a positive disgtiise. and was glad of it. He tried. to think over everything, as he lay on the clerk s cot. What perplexed and overwhelmed him was the my,stifying ;ip pearance of the name of Richard Hardy on the passenger list. He did a little more writing for Clyde and then the told him to go on deck, and enjoy the beautiful evening as hi: c!10se. Dick glanced at a mirror, a d smiled complacently. Cropped hair, nautical costume, and black goggles made him but slightly resemble the Dick Hardy of. Brighton There no danger of the Marshalls or Dudley Ralsf6n ogniz ing him if he should chance to meet them. He went on deck timidlfThe passengers were distributed around on camp st0ols and lounges, watching the placid sea ana sky and conversing and reading. Many of them stared curiously at Dick, as the captain told them who he was, the boy who had been rescued a few days pre viously. Dick became somewhat excited as he noticed near the cabin the familiar form of Judge Marshall. He was reading, and a few feet from him, busily embroidering, was his daughter, Alice She looked prettier than ever, and experienced a weary longing, as he seemed to consider that, somehow or other, their old friendship had been broken-that the past m,ade a w1de gulf between them; that, socially, they were divided by a he dared not attempt to span.. "Hello, my hearty!" spoke a cheery voice. "On deck at last, eh?" And Ben Arbuckle grasped Dick's hand watmly. "Yes, Ben." "Come astern; how is work in the clerk's office?" "Capital!" "You'll forget your humble friends among the nobs, Evans !" "Neve;, brave old Ben !" replied Dick, fervently. "Say, Ben, I want to ask you a question." "Go ahead, my hearty." "Do you know most of the passengers ?" "All of them, lad." "Who is Richard Hardy?" "A boy who's going to England. He dresses like a dude, looks

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L 16 BRAVE AND BOLD . a singed cat, and says he is heir to a million He seems to have plenty of money, and was booked for the best cabin on the ship." "I'd like to see him," murmured Dick. "Walk-past the cabin, and ca s t your eyes leeward through the lower skylight. The young land shark is torturing the piano." Dick walked with Ben past the cabin. The heart of the real Richard Hardy stood still. Whirling on the piano stool was a boy and, a s his face came into full view, Dick recogn"zed him instantly. It was not Richard Hardy-he never had been Richard Hardy. No; it was Abner Mull! CHAPTER XVI. THE RIVALS. Dick Hardy was a quick thinker. he recogni z ed the boy el}.tered on the steamer's passenger list as Rich ard Hardy a s the clerk of the wily New York lawyer, Mortimer Bluff, a great light broke over his mind. That so far as Abner Mu11 was concerned was a stolen one. The evening that the Tripoli sailed from New York harbor, Lawyer Bluff and his young a ccomplice, held a brief but imp0rtant consultation in the dingy office of the former. "Mull," Bluff said "you have your luggage?" "Four suits of clothes, and the rest you bet," croaked Mull, with a serene chuckle. "I will give you the other three hundred dollars, but you are too extravagant." "We'.ll soon have a million." "Maybe." "You get the lion's share then, so be content." "Have you the papers?" "Yes of them." . "You know your part?" 1 'Perfectly." "The Honorable Lionel Graham, Marchmont Square, London." "I understand. "The. other boy i s out of the w ay, and you mu s t not fail. H ave you registered as Richard Hardy?" Allee Marshall stood with her father, waving an adieu to some friends ash0re, as the Tripoli sailed. A light puff of wind happened to drift her fine silk handker chief from her hand. A deuced pretty girl!" Ma s ter Abner Mull had just com mented. Then he saw the flymg handkerchief caught it, and retu;ned it, with a respectful bow, and received a grateful smile in return "She's struck with me sure!" decided the co xcomb; and, after that, he obtruded his attention upon the Marshalls on every oc casion possible Later that evening, he heard the judge complaining that Alice s stateroom was not next to that of her aunt. "And number ten, the one we want, is occupied, papa," Alice murmured. "Ha, h'm! Number ten," soliloquized Mull. "That's mine! Here' s a place for a master stroke of fine sse, as Bluff s a y ." Master Mull went at once to his s tateroom and soon after a perfum e d note was handed to the wondering Alice by a servant. It read : Richavd Hardy present s his compliments to Miss Alice Mar shall, and beg s to :ickr12,wledge that h e overheard her desire to occupy stateroom ten. "R. H. wil/\ be glad to exchan g e wit h Mi s s Marshall; always willing to oblige the l a dies. R S. V. P." The ignoramus thought it smart to abbre v iate. He did not know what R S. V. P meant, but he had seen it in books .of eti qu e tte, and tacked it on anyway! Judge Marshall saw the captain, and Mr. Mull was visited. The. judge frowned his pert familiarity, but he considered Alice 's comfort, and accepted the exchange of staterooms grate fully. "J don't like that Hardy, papa," said Alice next day. "His smile reminds me of a fox." "Tole rate him, dear," said her atmt, placidly. "He' s a great conceited dandy, but on a long voyag e you must be friends with everyb o dy. and he seems real kind...hearted for he brought me s everal oranges when I was seasick." So Ma ster Mull was allow e d to promenade the deck with Alice, a nd Dudley Ralston who was also a pa s senger, hated him for it, and the two bo ys had bec o me bitter en e mi e s the second day out. "Yes." Alice and h' F father had expressed considerable surprise at "Very well. Now, then, good-by ; and when you obtain any the n a me of their new acquaintance, Richard Hardy. money, send me my share." "Will' I get' the fo;tune al1 at once?" "Y can only tri" So Abner Mull figuring as an imp os tor, be c ame a passenge1 .. o n the Tripol 1 He appeared on deck clad in a flaming crimson smoking-jack e t, blue satin slippers, Turkish fez a nd with an air of ari s tocrati c neg.l.igee t ha t made him th e wonder of the and the of the crew. Mull was shrewd enough to find out that they had known Hardy, bt1t of course professed to know nothing of him, and gave hut f e w details of his past life except to get up a fiction about h a vin g been to scho o l in Boston, and now on his way to England to take posses s ion of a milli o n that he had inherited. The real Dick Hardy had his work with the clerk to do, that occup ied consid e r able of his time days. Evenings, hQwever he remained on deck, and one evening the dull life of watching and waiting knew some developments.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XVII. A BAFFLED LOVER. The voyage, so far, had been delightfully calm and uneventful. In eight days the ship would arrive at Liverpool, if no accident intervl'ned, and there seemed a promise of the tontinuance of fair weather, clear skies, and unruffied seas, The next day Dick got as near to Alice and Mull as he dared without attracting their attention, and tried to overhear their conversation. "That was. sort of singular, Miss Alice," the listening Dick heard Mull say; "you knowing a boy of my name." Alice looked sad at the allusion. "Yes, Mr. Hardy," she replied, "he was a very warm friend once." "Out of the books now, eh?" laughed Mull, coarsely. "Dudley said something about his cutting up bad." "tie fell into temptation, and-and ran away," murmured Alice, in a the sympathy it expressed causing Dick's heart to beat violently. "I beg of you not to allude to it further. It is a painful subject." "I hope all Richard Hardys are not distasteful to you, Miss Alice?" pursued Mull, with a grin he deemed clever. "Don't be silly, Mr. Hardy." "I ain't silly, Alice. I'm dead in earnest!" replied Mull, ex citedly. "I have l earned to love you, Alice." Abner Mull forgot time and place. He dropped to one knee. He caught Alice's hand, and was about to give a faithful copy from ia love scene in a thrilling melo drama. Alice actually laughed in his face. but he did not notice it. "Becoml' mine!" he said, in a stage villain tone of voice. ''All me life's devotion shall be yours!" "The young booby!" ej2culated the jdge, half angrily, as he viewed the situation from where he was seated, nearby". He crossed the deck quickly, cane in hand. "Miss Alice, charrhing Miss Alice, my life's devot .ion--" "Mr. Hardy, if you don't stop this silliness, I shall never speak to you again." "You young idiot. get up!" With a sounding thwack, the judge's cane grazed the calves of Master Mull sharply. Mull's dramatic pose became changed to that of a dumfounded culprit. "You ought to be in school, instead of strutting around like a man!" spoke the indignant-judge. "Young man, we will dispense with your companionship the remainde of the voyage." Master Mull stared sullenly at Judge Marshall, and the n slunk to his stateroom, whence for an hour succeeding em anated such tragical aspirations as : "Ha, foiled! Cruel parent! Giel, ye have spumed me! Re venge-revenge!" and Master Mull nursed his revenge and 'his smarting shins, and greeted the Marshalls with the look of a deeply wronged individual when met them .the next day. Alice laughed merril,v at the .escapade, and her aunt called her a coquette. Dudley Ralston loomed into favor again, but he learned of Mull's discomfiture, and was wise enough to leave his love-making until a later day. "We're likely to meet some homepound steam71's in the next few days," the captain announced at breakfast. "We have an op portunity to write home." Dudley Ralston was one of the few who improved the oppor tunity. Dick saw him scribbling at the window of the cabin, and wondered what he was writing about. Suddenly, as he sat on a bucket near the cabin, waiting for Clyde, the clerk, several sheets of paper blew from the windows where he had seen Dudley. In a few moments, Dudley came from the cabin, and com menced searching for the scattered sheets. One of them had blown against Dick's foot, and the latter had taken it up and glanced at it. The page bore his name. Instantly he decided to secrete it. The letter might renal something that wonl away time. How is theNight Owls, and do they miss me much? Has anything been heard of Dick Hardy? I reckon not. Dale's soda .. water and the cigars we planted in his romn fixed him I The re's a follow on the ship tlwt has the same name as him that I hate worse than him I wish the Owls was here to dose him like we did our Hardy. He tries to shine around Alice Mfshall, but I'll down him yet--" Then the writing ended. \ CHAPTER XVIII. WRECKED. The weatlwr had changed, and rain and tempe s t Ind succeede:.l to summer skies and moonlit evening s The Tripoli now plowed its way through high waves. and frequently ran afoul of large cakes of floating ice. It was about dusk, when Judge Marshall and severa l gentlemen went forward, where the captain stood, and asked him plainly what the prospects were. T here i!' nothing to apprehend, I imagine," said the capt a in reassuringly. "\'le seem to have sailed right into a storm, but I am trying to evade it." { The wind a perfect hurricane; a i:lense mist had spread over the deep, and ever and anon huge cakes of ice would stfike the keel of the. stea mer, with a grinding, ominous thump.

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, 18 BRA VE AND BOLD: The judge and his companions remained forward, ;;omewhat anxiol!sly regarding the erratic motions of the ship and the driving storm. Suddenly a voice from aloft shouted out: "Land ahead 1" "Impossible!" exclaimed the captain. "There is no land within fiv e hundre d miles of us "Land ahead! Bear to sou'-sou we st; driving down on us from the lea bow The captain s houted a quick command to the wheelman. Crqnch Crash! The steamer received a terrific shock, stagg e red, trembled, and dived forward again, but from no artificial progress. "Wheel brok e I right ship I" came the ominolls call. Yes, something had happened. A shiver of dread ran through the men around the captain, as they sa w his face pale suddenly. They soon knew the trouble An immen s e ice floe had encolln t e r e d the s hip, struck the gearing, and disabled it. "To the sails I" Right s hip! \Ve are running on land!'' came the monotonous warning again from aloft. A cry of horror rang from the lips of all who looked at that moment. "Ship a-Jeak !" Simultaneous with the dreaded cry, the re l oo m e d up direc t ly a headof the steamer a high. white ma ss, tha t stole so sudde nly from the d e n s e mists that it seemed to be a wraith from ob scurity. "An ic eberg!" It struck the steamer-it seemed to clasp the ship in an icy em brace. Crash! The stanch old steamer tre mbl e d in ever y timber. The r e wos a terrific concussion, and, as the iceberg split in twain, a hundred tons ofice fell amid s hips. crushing sails, masts, and after-cabin into an indi s tinguishable m as s From bel o w, the mo s t frightful cries of h e lples s ness and terror now ensued The ste a m er. with dis'lbkd m ac h i ncry. a-k0k. v ir tually bro k e n in tw a in. whirled rpund and round, a m e re plaything at the m e rcy of the fierce tempest The falle n iceb erg had shut off th e c aptain, a porti c n of the c r ew, and Judg e M a r all ; rnd his p mp"J.nions. \ Tn alann a nd dis ma_', th es e l a tt e r s aw the t e rrible barrier that h:id fall e n b e tw ee n th e m a nd th e ir fri r nds a b 1 ft. child-my Al i ce!" cri e d th e judg e wildly and sprang for ward. A cmmhlttig p i rcr of ice fell at th a t moment, a nd struck h ; m sensel ess t,.. lh r d e ck. "Lcok t o yo ur se lves!" sh o uted the c e pt:iin. "We are shut off fro m i h e cabins' In fiv e mim1tcs the s hip will sink!" All the bnat s were in the after porti o n of the steamer. The ca?t ain, and th o se of his c rew a bout him, began to lash the wood gnting-s t oge th e r to form a raft. DiC"k f h r dy was s ea ted in th e when th e s hock came. H e rusht>d on d e ck at the warn'.ng t;ry of the s:tilors. Dlldlcy R a l s t on a nve recognized Dick Hardy suspected the idcnti:y of the grim, silrnt boy. who thought only of obeying Ben's orders all that dny At clt1-;k, the mists dr.ared. but they were alone on the great deep No friendly ship passed them, and they vainly scanned the blue expanse the long niirht t)lrough for a light, as the current seemed to drift them rapidly sotithward. It was early the next morning when the lookout shouted, e,x citedly: sail J"

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BRA VE AND BOLD. Soon all aboard the little yawl were scanning the clear horizon. A ship was in sight. They signaled it frantically. They were seen. Nearer and nearer it came, and then, with glad hearts, the_ weary voyagers found themselves aboard a stanch ocean craft once more. They soon learned the name and destination of the ship-the Colombo a Spanish brig, bound from Spain to Brazil, with a cargo of wine and human ballast in the shape of twenty revolu tionists condemned to exile from their native country by the govemment. They had spoken a Cunarder a day back, which had rescued a Jot of castaways from the T1ipoli, so the voyagers knew that their companions in peril were safe, and on their way to England. The captain offered to touch at the first land on his voyage south, and, of course, this was the best the castaways could ex pect. The troubles of the voyager s had made all friendly, one to an other, aud even Dudley and Mull had become more sociable than in the past. Twenty-four hours on the southern journey, a meeting with an other ship changed the plans of the voyagers once more. This craft was the Ba 'briggan, bound for the northern coast of Ireland, and the two ships drifted near together until Judge Mar shall arrived at a conclusion as to what he would do. It was finally decided that he, his sister, Alice, Dudley, and Mull were to start for Europe on the Irish schooner, and Dick and Ben Arbuckle accompanied tliem, tfie latter hoping to meet his old captain in England. Judge Marshall, out of gratitude for his rescue of Alice, of fered to pay Dick's fare; but Dick m;ide an arrangement with the captain of the Balbriggan to work his way. Two weeks later, the Balbriggm1 arrived at the little seaport of Troyle, on the rugged coast of Ireland, and the voyagers were safely sheltered in the old-fashioned hotel at that place. Dick, aside from doing what he could at sailor's duty, had helped the captain make out an invoice of tlie cargo in detail, which was his own property, and received three pounds, or about fifteen dollar5 in American money, for the task. So he was not penniless when he, too, witii the others, put up at the hotel at Troyle. He h ad deferred his plnn of revealing his identity to the Mar sham. He had concealed it carefully-had rather evaded them. Once at the hotel, however, the Marshalls seemed determined to regard him as an equal and frierfcl, a11d he heard Alice say to her father, as he passed their apartments: "Papa, that boy, Knight, is a mystery to me. Sometimes I think l havt> heard his voice before. Why does he always wear those ugly goggles?" "His sight was injured at sea, I believe," replied the judge. "I, to'ti, am deeply interested in him. I asked him where he came frcim, and what his prpspcts were." "And what diu h<' say?" asked Alice, curiously. "That he was a friendless orphan boy, and that he intended to go to England, in the hope of finding some distant relatives. He did not seem to wish to speak of the past,fo I did not press him. He is a noble young fellow, and it absolutely pains him to allude to his brave efforts to save your life." "Will he go with 11s to London, papa?" "Yer.; and Dudley and Hardy, too. There we leave the boys. I shall try to prevail on Knight to allow me to make him a sub stantial present before he leaves us. will have to wait here for a steamer for Liverpool for a few days, and will have an op portunity to view some genuine Irish' scenery." CHAPTER XX. A WILD EXPLOIT, "That's your game, is it?" "That's my game, as you call it. Now, Hardy, am I mistaken in you, or can I trust you?" Abner Mull looked crafty. It was the second day after the arrival of the Balbriggan at Troyle, and he and Dudley Ralston stood near the seashore en gaged in earnest conversation. Mull remained lost in reflection so long that Dudley grew im patient. "You and I were enemies," he said, at last. "I hated you be cause you were a rival. Well, that is ended now. Father and girl have pretty plainly gone back on you." Mull made a wry face. "And me worth a million," he muttered. "Two millions wouldn't make any difference with t h e judge," replied Dudley; "now, the girl likes me." She don't show it." Well, she does, only she's a coquette. She's known me for a long time, and I think my father and hers always had an idea that we'd make a match some d a y." Mull looked doubtful of this. "Then why don't you wait and see?" he demanded. Because I'm in a bad box. My father is a pauper, and, as soon as Marshall knows it, and my d ece ption, he'll ship me home." "And good by Alice." "Exactly. Now, I'm no fool. I'm not going back to Brighton to work Marshall is wealthy Alice will be his heiress. I'm going to marry her." "Ii she'll ban you." "She's got to. Oh. I know girls. All romance and sentiment. She will consent whP.n she finds rm in earnest. \Nill you help me, or will you not? That's the question." "Yes, I w i ll." "Good." "I'm no pig. It's no sour gra pes for me. I can't h av e the girl myseli, but it would just suit my revenge to have her bother her father by running away with you. Yes, I'll help you. Now, th'en, what's your plan?" "Very simple. Alice and her aunt have invited us to drive them down to Dragon's Rock to-morrow." "Yes." "Near there, you and I di scove red the ruined tower yesterday." "And the old, drunken magistrate who owns it, too." ''I'll invitP Alice for a walk, t0 view some inland scenery. You em::age the attention of the aunt." "All r igilt." ''I'll get Alice to the tower, steal out, lock the door, and fot1 the five pounds I have the old justice has promised to marry us. Ha, ha I flatter myself that plot is almost as romantic as a play." "Capital-great l" commented Mull. "But if the girl refuses?" "Oh, she won't! The romance of it will captivate her. Then we return to the hotel own up the truth, and what's Judge Marshall going to do about it?" "Rave, and storm, and then make the best of it." "And I'm married to a rich heiress. Hurrah!" That was Dudley Ralston's latest scheme, and now it seemed easy of execution. Abner Mull's insinuating w a ys had made him a favorite with Alice's aunt, and he engaged her attention to some beautiful shells

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' 20 BRA VE AND BOLD. he had gathered on the beach while his companidn walked away with Alice. "Such a romantic tower!" Dudley told her. "It must be fully two h1,1J1dred years old." And soon had reached it; and Alice, delighted at viewing the original of what she had seen in books of travel, entered the dilap:dated strcture, and climbed the rickety stairs to its top. "Alice, I love you, and want to marry you!" Alice Marshall looked at Dudley Ralston as if she believed that he had taken leave of his senses. "ls the ;.:ttle boy reciting a piece for the stage?" she railed. Come, Dudley, don't be silly." Dudley was gone, and the great door at the top of the tower was locked. Meantime, eYents of importance had transpired at the hotel at Troy le. A steamer had been sighted and signaled, and Judge Marshall came to Dick, as he sat in his room reading a book. "Knight," he said, "would you do me a favor?" "Yes, Judge Marshall," replied Dick, promptly. "A steamer has been hailed, and we can sail for Liverpool at once. My folks and the boys have gone down to Dragon's Rock, and I wish you would drive down and tell them to hurry and catch the steamer." "All right, sir." The judge secured a gig_ for Dick, and he was soon on the track of the excursionists. Abner Mull looked terribly discomposed as Dick drove up to the beach where he and Miss Marshall were seated. Dick reported his message from the judge. "We must find Alice," said her aunt. "Where is she, Miss Marshall? I'll find her," replied Dick. "She walked toward some old tower, inland, with Dudley Ralston." \ Dick hurried toward the interMir. Abner Mull waited until he was out of sight. I Then he said to Miss Marshall: I'll go in search of them," too." Very well, Richard "There'll be a row now, and Ralston is just mean enough to mi x me up in it," muttered Mull, as he hurried in the direction that Dick had gone. Half an hour later, as Dudley Ralston neared the ruined tower, a d iss ipated looking man with him, Abner Mull emerged from be h ind 1' rock. No use, Dud," he said. "What dq you mean?" "Girl gone." Gone!" gasped Dud,tey. Yes." \."When-where?" Ten minutes since-home. Our cake's dough. She screamed for help. and that fellow, Knight, discovered her, and .-escued her, a nd th e y ve gone back to the hotel with the whole story." Dudley Ralston stood petrified. In the words of the crafty Mull, his cake was, indeed, dough, and he was in a bad fix. CHAPTER XXL A RACE. FOR LONDON. Judgt" M a r s hall w a s too enraged and indignant to speak co herently wh e n Alice and her aunt and Dick Hardy returned from Dragon's Rock, and relat e d to him what had occurred. "The conceited )ackanapes, to dare to think of such a thing as marriage!" cried the judge. "Alice, I commend your sterling common sense, and vou, Master Knight, you will only let me thank you," and the judge seized Oiek's hand, and wrung it fer vently. "How romantic, brother, though," minced the weak-minded Miss Marshall "I didn't think Dudley had so much sentiment in him." ''He positively frightened me, papa," murmured Alice, with a nervous shiver, "and brave Mr. Knight went back, after seeing aunt and safe in the carriage, to punish them." "Them l" repeated the judge, surprisedly. "Yes, sir," replied Dick. "Hardy was in the plot. also. That boy, Ralston, is more of schemer than a fool, I imagine. He will not troable you again, I guess. I hi a bad box." "That's the cost of e:i
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BRAVE AND BOLD. 21 "I'n1 in a nice fix," grumbled Dudley. "Look at my coat." He had torn it dear open down the back in a fall over some rocks. At a miserable hut, two women drove up in a gig, and from them the boys learned that Doldregha was only a short distance farther on, They saw its distant lights at last, artd the promise of shelter, rest, and food made the s ullen-faced Mull pert and chatty once more. "The i\'Iarshalls were only an incident to m e he said, bom bastically clinking some coins in his pock e t "I say, Dud, I won der how I tver came to tolerate 'em? Expect in a month, or less, I'll be paying court to some princess, or the mayor's only daughter, or something of that sort. Doldregha, the steamer, a bit of blue water, Liverpool, London, and-a couple of m i llions, all my own! How's that for a prospect, eh, Dud?" Dudley scowled; the glowing picture made his own forlorn condition s eem s o gloomy and hopeles s that he muttered, covetously: "If I had it, and you w a s me I'd never go back on a Got to, Dud, after reaching London," rattled o n i\Iull. "Strict orders-make no friends, cut old ones. You see, I never saw my relatives, and they never saw me. All I ve got to do, though, is drive up in a big, flaming baro uchc, send lackey i n to announce my arrival. Rich r e la t iv e gre ets' m e with open arms, like prodiga l son. I just show letters; e\ erytl1ing IO\ cly ; sp end the night counting bonds, notes, and s hoveling up g old. Hello! Don' t drag me down! Dud, Dud! Where are you?" A startling interruptiqn had come to braggadocio words. They had been walking along a narrO\Y cliff path, with the stars of light from the town as a guide to direction. Dudley's eyes were filled with tears of mortification and resent ment at Mull's good luck and his own bad fortune, so that h e had forgotten the dangers of a night walk along that unfamiliar roadway. Of a sudden he had s tumbled He caught at i\Iull with a startled cry, as his foot s lipped over the edge of the cliff Then he fell, disappeared. and, as a wild scream echoed beyond the ledge of rock Mull peered down, with a frightened gasp of alarm. "Help-quick l" ch o ked out a terrified voice "Where are you? Oh, yes, I see you! Here; what shall I do ? I'll lower my coat; catch hold of the sleeve l" Mull tore off his coat, and lowered it over the ledge toward Dudley, whom he could see clinging to a bush that grew on the barren side of the incline. "I can't reach it!" spoke Dudley, in hollow tones "Lower a vine, or a branch." "I've got it. There you are." Mull had found a dead branch, and thi s he lowered It was seized from below. Dudley grasped it with one hand, still, how ever, clinging with the other to the bush. He jerked it so eagerly as he grasped it that he precipitated a second catastrophe. Thd next minute Mull, pulled forward, fell headlong over the ledge, an,d landed on Dudley' s arm, with a s hock that almo s t s tunned the latter. He frantically grabbed at Dudley, s lipped s lid a nd w as s hak e n off and then an awful scream of terror e sc aped his lip s a s he caught, too, at the friendly bush to which Dudley cluug, and swung over the abyss, so deep and far below that it seemed fath omless to his horrified vision. "Let go!" gasped Dudley, as the bush s eemed to t ear fr oll! i ts .roots. "We'll both go do.'ll I" "Grab at the next bush l choked out the appall e d "Don't you s ee, two can t hold to this?" Selfish, crav e n Dudley Ralston now thought only of himsel f He only relaxed his hold of the breaking shrub as it gave way and grasped a second one at its side, as Mull, with a shrill s cream of terror, went hurling downward through space How he ever reached the ledg e above, gasping and paralyzed with terror, Dudley Ralston ne, er knew He fell to the ground, his blank face and startled eye s fixed on the dark void that yawne d where his unfortunate companion had fall e n ''He's gone-it's the last of him and I pulled him over ; but I couldn't help it ," gasped Dudley, and then in a paroxysm of horror, he aros e to hi s feet aud frantically s creamed out Mulrs name a s he unde r s to o d it. a t the t o p of hi s oice He to o k out hi s matchs afe. and lit a lu c ifer ignited a bunch o f brush, and tos s ed it over th e cliff His haunted glance fol lowed its c ours e down a jagge d incline toward a black rushing stream of water, s o far below that Dudl e y Ralston knew that it was usele ss to look farther f o r his lat e compani o n, unle ss i t were for hi s mangled remain s o n th e r o c ks when daylight came. "\Vhat s h all I do? "No nio ney. n o fr ie nd s he began whin ingly d o nt care 1 0 tcil ptople a h o u t Hardy. T h e y'll say I murde r e d hin O h dea r he llo, here's h i coat!" A n d mone y in i t T ha t was th e q u ick sa l ve for d r ea d remor se, and l o p e line ss As the selfis h Dudley Ral s t o n ransacked th e p oc k e t s o f 'I"! ulrs coat. a n d his fin gers to u c hed a \1 allct filled wi t h crisp h ills. a nd a web b e d purse h e av y w i 1 h co in hi. pallor d eparted, hi s e y e s t h e g l a r e o f h o r ro r. io r th e co \etou s the y now to o k t o their depth s 1\Ioney and papen; If Dudley Ral:;tou had known that i\foll wa s really alive it i s d o ubtful if he would h ave tried to ha v e fot d him. Dudley threw away hi s o wn t o rn coat, put on that of Mull a nd, wi t h many an appr e hen s ive l o ok backward, as he guiltily realized his hurrie d to w a rd th e to wn. \Varmth, comfor t th e kn 9wledge that h e h ad a mple m ea n s a gain made him e x cited and .iO\ ial t o all h e met, o nce beneath the roof of a comfor taTJle h o tel. \V i n e killed ca re, new di C O \ eri es cau se d the future t o glow h o p e ful l y oner m o re. In the be s t room of tl1 e plac r paid for by Abn e r m o nev. Dudley Ral s ton sa t s m o kin g a nd drinking far i nto the n i ght, ing over Abn e r Mulrs p a pers, found in Ahner i\foll s a b a ndoned coat. "Hardy i s a g o n e r thafs s ure," muttered Dudl ey. "I'm in a despepte bad box s in e!' I broke with the l 'l'Iar s hall s I t's p o ,er t y back at Brighton-I mu st carry ba c k a fortun e or drudge. The fortune is here and h e tapped the paper s "':\fortimrr B l uff t o Abner :.\lull, i. e D i ck Hardy-instruct ion s h o w to a ct .' 'Papers of proof iii re Dick Hardy.' His relat i l'e s ne ver k new this Hardy. They'll take up with any on e h:n in g th o s e p a p e r s Dudley Ral s t o n if y o u ve g o t grit and cheek e n o ugh t o take Di c k Hardy's place it m c'i n s a million I'll do it!" The next m o rnin g Dudl e y Ral s t on. full o f his n e w sc h e me of impo s ition, fqJly w o rthy his e,il nature. w i thout anoth e r though t for t h e compani o n wh o h a d go ne O \'Cr th e c liff a t Doldre g ha, took stca mci for LiYCrpncil. en r o t!lc for L o nd on. T hu s h e h a d B luffs ,d1c111r for a fortu n e mi s carr ied Thus. a t ne a rly t1i'c sam e h o ur tw o b o y s we re m.aking fo r o n e o bje ct ive p oint-t h e h o m e o f H o n o rable Li o nel Graham i\[ a r chmont l 0n d nn. a nd s11ccr.;;s aw :iit e Q the one who g o t the re first.

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22 BRA.VE AND BOLD. CHAPTER XXII. D UDLEY RALSTON S PLOT. The residence of the Honorable Lionel Graham, Marchmont Square, to which Dudley Ralston drove lpte one afternoon, was a low, one-story stone structure, gloomy and wretched looking. Dudley lifted the knocker, and summoned all his nerve for the expected interview. A slatternly servant answered the s ummons, and stared su s piciously at the pert, brazen-faced caller, who twirled a ch e ap watch-chain and puffed cigarette smoke in her face. "Graham live here-Lione l ? demanded Dudley, audaciou sly. "He do, and he don't," replied the s ervant ungraciously. "What for do you want to know?" "BusineS$-important business." "Who is it, Mary?" called out a gruff voice. "Show him in." Dudley threw away his cigarette, and followed the servant into a hall. In a disordered i:oom was a man, quite old, and sur rounded by half a dozen satchels and trunks, which he had appar ently been packing hastily. He stared at Dudley questioningly. "Well?" he spoke, in a tone scarcely pleasant. "Are you Mr. Graham?" "No, I ain't; but I answer for him "I would like to see Mr. Grah a m himself." "Don' t doubt it. Well, you can, if you want to travel several thousand miles to do it." Dudley stared in di s may and di s appointment. ".Atin't he in London?" "No; and hasn't been for many a month. What's your bus iness? I'm in a hurry, and have no time to lose. Must 1 catch a boat in two hours. I'm Graham s friend, confidential adviser and attorney. Speak it out." "My name is Richard Hardy, anc--" "What!" The man dropped the satchel he held with a slam, came to a petrified halt, and stared in incredulity bewilderment at his young visitor. "I'm Richard--" "Hold on!" gasped the man. "Not Rich;rd Hardy, of Bo s ton son of Robert Hardy, the one a New York lawyer named Bluff has been backing and filling about so long?" "That's me," smiled Dudley, gaining courage as the man before him became more and more excited. "I have the papers to prove it. I scarcely understand it all myself, sir, but the papers will tell everything. I've had trouble getting here, shipwreck, and the ef forts of enemies to rob me"-Dudley put this in to provide for any possible future appearance of Mull-"I--" "See here spoke the man, sinking to a seat, and staring won deringly at Dudley. "I'm Graham's lawyer and friend as I said," he told Dudley. "My name' s Warlock. I know all about this af fair You've come too late." "Too late!" gasped Dudley, in a hollow tone, flushing amazemen.! and SL1spicion at Warlock's ominous words. "Yes; or, if you've got grit and energy, rather in the very nick of time. Six o clock," mu sed Warlock, glancing at the clock on th e mantel. "Only two hours left to get to the boat. See h e re, lad, you listen sharp while I talk, and I'll try to explain affair s Warlock talked rapidly. He told his visitor a 1 trange story T he Honorable Li o nel Graham was a very wealthy man. Five year s previously he had fallen heir to a vas t fortun e all in m c ney ar;grega ting half a million pounds s terling, b y the will of General 1'.cdc rick Hardy C. ::h<..m was 2 n il,l\ alid, a consci e n t i o us man, m o rbidly so, and when he came into the fortune he did not plunge into luxury or dissipation, but set to work doing magnificent works of charity. About two years later he learned that General Hardy had willed the fortune to him, supposing him to be the nearest relative-in fact, tpe last living one of the family. He further sup posed that his grand-nephew, Robert Hardy, had died in Boston unmarried. Gra)lam learned that this was not true. Robert Hardy had left a son, Richard. He at once set about tracing him, for he felt that to Dick Hardy, and not to himself, belonged the Hardy for tune. He visited Bo s ton, but could secure no trace of the boy. Later he advertised. Mortimer Bluff wrote him; lengthy correspond ence ensued; money was paid Bluff, but no Dick Hardy was produced; and, at last, believing Bluff to be a swindler, and Dick Hardy dead Lionel Graham had sailed, four months since, for Nuevitas, West Indies, taking all his wealth with him, and deter mining to use a large portion of it to civilize and convert some of the ignorant and savage natives there. Two days previously, Warlock had received an urgent letter from Graham. He was at Nuevitas, and half minded to return to England; but the physician said he was ilil a precarious condition of health. "Come at once," he to Warlock. "I think I cannot live long, and I wish you to take charge of my fortune and di s tribute it as I direct." Now Dick Hardy h a d appeared. That placed a new construc tion on everything. Of course Graham, Warlock averred, would leave the money to him. "I was just packing up to catch the first vessel for the West Indies-the Bodega sails at eight to-night-although it means ruin to my business to leave England just now. You must go, Richard Hardy. You came here to find Graham. You must go to Nuevitas at once, instead of me." "Alone?" murmured Dudley, excitedly. "Yes; why not? Show those papers to Graham, as you did to me; they are conclusive. I will write a letter to him. What say you? Quick! There is no time to lose." "I will go," cried Dudley, radiant visions of wealth bewildering his mind, an ecstatic thrill of delirium permeating his a$ he realized how easily he had deceived Warlock in his bold impo sition. The lawyer hastened to his desk, wrote a letter, sealed it, and took up a wallet thick with bank notes. "Have v0u pl e nty of monPy ?" he asked, briskly, of Dudley. "None. sir. I was shipwrecked, and lost all." "True, I forget. That don't Here, sign a receipt for five hundred pounds, and I'll charge it to Graham. Mr. Hardy," continued t he lawyer, with an eye to future business, "should you at once succeed to all this enormous wealth, I would under! take to be your a:dv i er and aid you in judicious investments, as I have done for: your relative, Mr. Graham." "I won't forget you," replied Dudley, fairly a-tremble with joy, as he took the mo1\ey Warlock proffered him. "l'tl like to say one word to Mr. Warlock," he continued, shrewdly. "I told you I had enemies; one of them, a bold, bad boy on the s ame ship, tried to rob me. I foolishly told him my story, and I think he had an idea of coming here and representing that he was me. "Let him C O f!e," chuckled Warlock. "I'll pop him in o jail as so o n a s he does N o w t h e n. sev en o'clock. The Bodega s ails in a n hour. I'll call my l : ck c y J o hn and he'll see you safe on the v ess d your letter to G rah am. Don't forg e t that my service s :ire at your disposal, i.\Ir. Hardy, in the future."

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 23 "You b'ct I won't!" replied Dudley, forgetting dignity amid his delight. Ten minutes later a stupid menial led him from the hotlse; with many an excited message to Graham from the lawyer. A square from the house Dudley Ralston paused suddenly and stared back at a passerby. He was startled, but not alarmed, at recognizing a familiar form-the latter had not seen him. It was the real Dick Hardy, and, as Dudley little suspected, on his way to Marchmont Square. CHAPTER xxm. THE REAL DlCK HARDY. It was indeed Dan Knight. the real Dick Hardy, who had passed Dudley Ralston on his way to the Bodrga with the lawyer's servant, and he still wore lhe disguise he had donned on board the steamer Tripoli. Nothing had occurred since, with the l\Iarshalls, he had left Troyle en route fot London, by way of Liverpool, to afford Dick, our Dick Hardy, the coveted opportunity to reveal his real identity to Judge Marshall, and tell him the marvelous story of his adventures since leaving Brighton. The carriage taken by the Marshalls was crowded. Dick and Ben were forced to ride in another, and when they arrived at London the judge ordered a conveyance, taking his sister and Alice with him, asked Ben and Dick to look after what little luggage they had accumulated since the wreck, and bring it to the Hyde Park Hotel. The judge's friends who bad left Brighten with him had remained at Liverpool. It was two o'clock in the afternoon, or about six hours after Dudley Ralston's arrival in London, when Dick reached that city. It took two hours to get the judge's luggage to the hotel. When they arrived, pretty Alice invited Dick to come to their rooms and see her aunt. "Papa ha.s gone away to the Exchange, where he expects letters from home," she told Dick. "He told me to ask you to be sure to wait for him. He wishes to see you and Mr. Arbuckle this evening without fail. Won't you come and wait for him-both of you?" "I'll call this evening, Miss Marshall," said Dick, as he bowed himself from the scene, and thrilled at the grateful, kindly smile {lretty Alice bestowed on him as she said : "Do not fail, Mr. Knight. Papa expects you." "I will not fail," murmured Dick, firmly. "I s all tell the ; udge everything to-night. I feel that he will believe me. I will show him the letter Dudley Ralston wrote proving that I am inno cent of dissipation and theft at Brighton, and ask him to help me outwit Abner Mull in his effort to personate me. Perhaps I bad better do a little investigating on my own hook first," reflected Dick, seriously. "I might visit this !fonorable Lionel Graham and find out what I can. I must have got here before Mulf did." And Dick, not knowing of the accident to Mull and the im position of Dudley Ralston, strolled around with Ben Arbuckle for an hour or more; and then, telling the bluff mariner that he would meet him at Judge Marshall's rooms at the hotel that evening, started out to find Marchmont Square. They came. A servant admitted him. He was ushered into the same room where Dudley Ralston had been welcomed by the English la\\'yer. The latter, emptying his half-packed valises and trunks, stared at Dick suspiciously, as he asked ts> see :il.fr. Graham. "What about?" demanded 'Narlock. "I'm Graham," he added, shrewdly recalling Dudley Ralston's allusion to possible im postors. "\Veil, sir," said Dick, with some "I came to see what he knew about a certain Pick Hardy. You see--" ''What's your name?" interrupted the lawyer, sharply. "That's my name. I am Richard Hardy. It's a singular story, sir. You see--" The words were out of his mouth, when a strange thing occurred. The Wyer's face lit up with a grim smile. He dashed forward, seized the astonished Dick by the arm, hurrief. him to the open door of a closet, thrust him in, locked the door, and cried out: "Yes, I see! Y 01mg man, you 've come to& late; I'm prepared for you. Dick Hardy! Ha, ha! that's good! We happen to kitow the real one, and were warned against you. You needn't squirm, and kick, and yell, for no one will pay any attention to you, and you can't break out. Dick Hardy I you're the bad boy who tried to rob our Dick." Dick Hardy gasped for breath. He \vas too astounded to speak. He heard the lawyer's words, realized that Mull must have anticipated him in a visit, shrewdly warned against impostors, and paved the way for just such a reception for the real Difk or any false one who might be aware of his secret. He heard the man excitedly call the -servant. "Mary, go for the police. No, hold on I Wait till John returns and I'll send him!" and the11 the man left the room, and Dick upbraided for his folly in nqt seeking Judge Marshall's advice ere he acted on the frail clews to Abner Mull's scheme that qe possessed. He tried the door. :it was a stout oaken one, and resisted his every effort to force it. At the side, however, and set in the wall and looking out into a shabby gar.den at the side of the house, was a small window covered with a network of gauze for ventilation. It was growing dark, but as Dick gazed, he noted the window was too small to a:Omit of the exit of a human form. Then he stared wonderingly The network and growing eventide obscured perfect vision, but he could plainly make out the outline of a form, that of a boy, seemingly, going through a strange and stealthy pantomime. He wore a while skull-cap and a coat of bright bottle-green hue, and made him appear decidedly grotesque. His face Dick could not make out. The stranger crept close unoer the window of the c l oset, reached the open one of the ne.xt room, gazed in, and then as footsteps sounded witnout, dodged down beneath the window. The lawyer, Warlock, had returned to the apartment. Dick could make out another voice beside his own, and knew that he had a companion. He could hear the animated conversation that ensued. "Well, John, did you get young Hardy to the vessel?" asked the lawyer. "Yes, sir, at the West Indies docks. Ship don't sail till tep though, sir. Delayed in loading." "Very well. I suppose you know that be is Dick, the boy I11'r. Graham sought for so long, and he's going to him at Nuevitas." "Is he now, sir?" queried the stupid and wondering servant. "Yes, he's had a hard time getting here, too-shipwrecks, enemies and robbery. He warned me of impostors and sure enough, just after you had left, in comes one of them-a boy calling qimself Dick Hardy." "Well, well, sir! you gave him a quietus, I'll guarantee, :\1r. Warlock" "Did I! He's locked in that closet yonder. You go for the police I'll let him reflect on his cbi'l:a..1'J:rY. in prison." I '

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BRAVE AND BOLD. Dick Hardy groaned in dismay. He heard John l eave the room. Then he knocked loudly on the door. "Oh, sir! please, sir!" he cried, "one word!" "Well, what i s it?" demanded Warlock, approaching the door. r"You mistake, sir. I am no impo s tor. If you'll send for some of my friends, to the Hyde Park Hotel--" "Nonsense! You can't fool me, nor trifle my time away. Not I 1, To jail you go. Tell the magistrate story." A bright idea occurred to Dick at that moment. He recalled something that he believed to be of great importance, that had occurred in Mortimer Bluff's office in New York City "I can pro\ e that I am the real and only Dick Hardy!" he shouted out, excitedly. "Honest I can! Open the door and see." Thete was a pause. W
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BR A VE AND BOLD Dick thrust them carelessly into his pocket and suspenseful1y perused the letter, which read: "MY DEAF YOUNG FRIEND: We have waited for you in the hopes of your return until the last moment. Trouble at my plantation in the West Indies has demanded that I forego a sojourn in London, and contemplated trip on the Continent. Your fr i end, Ben Arbuckle, has found a friend who sails at once with his ship the Evening Star for Caicos, and as haste is imperative, we leave in an hour. "I hoped to have seen you tq do something substantial for you. Your bravery and fidelity have meant much to me I believe a boy of your sterling worth will succeed anywhere, but if the inclosed trifle should not afford you a fair start in life in London, write me at Caicos, which is near my Buena Vista plantation, and I will be gla d to aid yqu in any way I can. My daughter joins in an expression of earnest regard. Gratefully yours, "THOMAS MARSHALL." "Burrall!" cried Dick with sudden energy, as he sprang to his feet as if from an electric shock. ''Why, what a noodle I am. Abner Mull sails from this wharf to-night, although I don't know on what ship, for Nuevitas. There is the man I must see, the Honorable Lionel Graham Why should I remain here? Suppose I get there first. Judge Marshall, too, is going to the West Indies; probably I could find him. I have money. I'il go to the West Indies; I'll secure passage in the very first ship I find." The clear prospect encouraged Dick. Me paused only for a moment; it was to take out his own little stock of money, and that' the judge had left for him, and put it securely in his pocket book. "I wonder what it will cost to go to N uevitas ?" he mused, as he folded the last crisp bank bill away. Dick bctck as a shadow fell between him and the lamp post. Then he uttered a cry of alarm. Two rough-looking men, with eyes greedily fixed on the pocketbook, had stridden to his side. "Grab it, Jem !" "I've got it. Chtlck him over the dock timbers." Dick Hardy was trea' ted so roughly and quickly to a backward push into cavity, where the wharf planks were broken, that the cry for help was drowned in a wail of pain, as he landed on a pile of stones and wood, badly bruised. He clambPred to the dock again. The men had He glanced wildly about him, his heart like lead, as he realized his new disaste r "No use," he almost wailed as he limped to a pile of barrels. "They're gone, and I can ni:ver find them or the money. Qh, bow foolish I was !" He buried bis face in his hands in despair, and the tears trickled through his fingers, stanch-hearted as he was, from the pain of his bruises and mortification over his loss. He lifted his pale face finally as he heard voices, and, looking up, he saw two sailors standing near him. "Going on yonder craft, eh, Jack?" spoke one in an inquiring tone of "Right you are." "When do ;you saii ?" _"Afore midnight." "Where bound?" "N uevitas, West Indies. The stevedores will soon be here, and we'll finish the cargo and leave." "A last smoke and a drop of comfort afore you go. What say you? Come along." "All right." Dick struggled painfully to his feet and stared, with a new, grim expression on his face, first after the retiring men, and then at the vessel they had indicated. It lay moored at the edge of the wharf, less than one hundred feet distant. There were lights in the cabin, but no one was on deck Dick advanced toward the vessel. "Sails for Nuevitas to-night," he murmured. The hatches were open. Never was a fairer opportunity pre sented for a stowaway. He looked all around, and climbed over the rail of the ship and trod its deck, and advanced to/an open hatchway A lantern burned below. The hold was not more than a third full of boxes, bales and barrels of merchandise. Dick paused, irresolute. Just then he heard the cabin door open. That de cided him. He stepped over the hatchway railing, and seized the notched post leading into the hold, descended it, picked up the lantern standing on a box, and proceeded toward the bow of the vessel, seeking some cosy nook where he could hide until the ship was out at sea. As he came to a row of boxes breast high, and clambered to them, he flashed the lantern beyond. Below was a space un hampered by merchandise-a cosy nook not likely to b e visited by any of the crew ere the ship sailed. He mused and listened, but thought soon grew vague, hearing obscure. His fall made him feel stupid; the swinging motion of the ship was conducive to slumber. Before he knew it, Dick Hardy was asleep. He awoke with a curious sensation of confusion and distress. His throat was parched, his limbs cran1ped and stiff, his head dizzy and aching. The vessel had a reguiar swaying motion, describing a from side to side that told of a swell of wave only met with on a large body of water. ''Afloat, and on the ocean, sure! muttered Dick. "My, how dark it is: I wonder if I dare show nfyself yet. I'm just dying of thirst." He arose to his feet and steadied himself against the row of boxes over which he had clambered the night previous. He locked fingers and toes between the interstices of the boxes as he clambered upward. Up and up it was, beyond the barrier of the night previous, yet no break in the cargo came. His head struck a timber overhead finally. \ "Why!" ejaculated Dick, in some wonder and dismay. "It's thetop oj-the hold, and--" He was thrilled to horror at a new discovery. He groped in his pocket for a match, clingin.; to the top row of boxes with one hand. He flashed the lucifer. It flared and went out. His own gasping breath extinguished it, for the momentary illumina t ion s howed before him a solid wall of merchandise, packed tight. Whil e he slept the hold had been filled. bn all sides he was hemmed in. There was .110 access to hatchw a y .::ir deck. CHAPTER XXV. A STRANGE VOYAGE. Dick was weak and nerveless as he dropp e d, rather than clamber e d to the floor of the hold and sank back against the slanting sid e of the hull, and tried to r e gain composure and courage to meet the emergency of the moment. Darkness intensified the terror of the situati on. gleam of hope came into Dick's soul as he thought of the rapidly occurri11g incidents of the evening previous. "The lantern!" he gasped suddenly. He aroused himself frQ,111 the lethargy of despii r. and g roptd about the place. His finger s grasped th e In his p o cket

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BRAVE AND BOLD. were perhaps ten matches. He mu!t be of them, and he sp. A red thin liquor oozed out. He applied his lips to the jagged orifice. Dick ate some of the i:herries. and proceeded to empty the of the remainder of the cans. They wen: all the same-cherries. The remainder of th!! tier probably contained other fruit, but he did not imestigate it j nst then, for as he drew out the last caJt, the empty box moved with fr, and he tugged at it, pulled it out, thre\\ it to the flc!or, and lifting the lantern peered beyond the aperture it had filled. There wa s no open space beyond, as he had half hops:d. I Another box showed, but this one was marked, and as he read the label, "crackers ," he uttered cry of delight, and was soon reaching through the hole, and hacl<,ing at it to penetrate the in terior. l f the y were bank bills imtead of cri s p crackers, Dick could n o t have thrilled more joyfully at the contact, as he seized a h a ndful of the coAtents of the s econd box he had cut into. They satisfied him for the present. Re cut open a second can o f fnrit, s ipped its liquor, devoured the crackers, and Cfijoyed the meal, s eated on the floor of the hold, t o the e x clu s ion of every other s ub)ect for the rime being. Fi\'e minutes later Dick removed all the crackers from the box, and di;rnv ering that to pull its sides and top away would not weak e n 1 h e integrity of the general mass of boxes and bring ; them cra s hing down on him in a heap, he began to cut and brt;' k it np. J J, h d j 1:. ,1 dragged the last side loose when a s tartling sound e11c:1 :in,d ili
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' BRA VE AND B OLD. there was a plausible sequence to the plot that had led him to England, only to run against a counterplotter who had robbed him, impersonated hjm, and driven him to hasty action which had resulted in his being like Dick, a stowaway. To Dick, who had all along believed, incorrectly, that Mull was the Dick Hardy accepted as the real one by the lawyer, Warlock, and sent to the Honorable Lionel Graham at Nuevhas by him, the present discovery was all the more mystifying. Instantly his quick mind scented a mystery, for he had seen the bottle-green coat boy lurking in the Marchmont Square garden while the lawyer was telling of Dick Hardy just having ,sone to the Wes t Indies docks; and the bottle-green coat boy being certainly Mull, it could not be the latter who had suc cessfully imposed upon Warlock as the genuine and only Richard Hardy. "Are you strong enough to climb through?" asked Dick at length. "I-I'll try." "Do it, and there's food and drink here." "Oh, my! Water, water! I'd crawl through fire for one drop"-scramble, scramble, and a form crawled through the tunnel and dropped on the floor and"Abner Mull, his eyes glassy, his face fierce and famishedl ooking, fairly sprung at the opened can of cherries that Dick Hardy proffered him, without so much as glancing at his benefactor, and drained the liquid as if it was sparkling nectar. Dick Hardy stood watching the wretched stowaway with a look half pitying and half stern, as he bolted food and drink as if he had beyn 15iven a limited space of in which he might gorge all he could. That busy brain of his had directed and formulated a method of procedure with the wicked boy who had indirectily caused him so much trouble, and Dick had put on the goggles he had worn on the Tripoli but aba11doned since being in the hold of the merchantman, and drew his c a p well down over his eyes, and prepared to question and deal with Mull in the character of Dan Knight. Mull, with :i sigh of relief, devoured the last can of cherries open, and looked hungrily about for more. "Hbld on!" ordered Dick, "leave those boxes alone. You've had enoug.h. for the present. You'll kill yourself with over-feed i11 if you ain't careful." "Kill mys elf," repljed Mull, in a whining tone "I couldn_'t fill up if I ate the cargo here. I haven't had a morsel since I came aboard, except the candles. Ugh! I ate half of one:. Oh, my but it sickened me. Hello[" Abner Mull chanced to glance af his benefactor just then for the first time. He shrank back, and his jaws fell. In consterna tion and amazement he stared at Dick. "It-ain't-you?" he muttered slowly and increduloust 1 "Yes, it's me," replied Dick, s harply "Do you recognize me?" "Do I? You re tlie boy from the Tripoli that blocked Dudley Ralston's game, running away with the judge's daughter and--" "And yonrs, too," interrupted Dick, impatiently. "See here, I've saved your life." "You have for a fact." "And I want something of you. Information. Now, then, Hardy, I believe you call yourself Dick Hardy?" "That's my name!" asserted Mull, with all his old-time effrontery ; "but how came you here? I thought--'; "Never mind what you thought. How came you here? Whete;s Ralston?" I For the first' time in his life, perhaps, Abner Mull told a strai.ght story. He told Dick that he was on his way to London with valuabl!: papers proving him to be Richard Hardy, the orphan heir to a vast fortune; and he related how he and Dudley Ralston, after leaving Troyle, walked toward Doldregha When, as the reader knows, Mull fell over the cliff in an attempt to rescue his im peril e d companion, he was precipitated to a ledge far below. There he lay, stunned and bruised, until morning He managed to reach the an d the town. Here he got a track of Dudley Ralston, whc. had just left on the steamer for Liverpool. Ralston was wearing his coat, spending his money freely, and as he had not alluded to the villagers to the accident of the night previous, and as he had regisfered as Richard Hardy at the hotel, Mull at once stumbled upon a natural conclusiotl-Ralston had aban doned him as dead, had assumed !tis name, appropriated his money, and, taking advantage 6f what Mull had told him, and jwhat the papers in the coat revealed, intended going to London (and personating him to inherit the great Hardy fortune. "I begged, stole, worked my way to London," continued Mull, excitedly. "The man I was to see was a Mr. Graham. I hap pened at his house just in time to see Dudley Ralston leave it. I hung around. He' d done it 1 I listened at a window. My cake was dough. He had assumed my name, and warned the lawyer there about imposto'rs, and some one tried the same game later; who, I dunno, for I didn't see him, but the lawyer locked him up and was going to jail him, but he escaped and nearly killed me, jumping through the window on me." Dick smiled at the familiar recital. "And then?" he ,asked, curiously, at last comprehending the mystery of the affair that had puzzled him so greatly. "Then I says, ':tJull'-I mean 'Hardy'-to myself, 'you're doomed. If you go to the lawyer, you'IJ be arrested, too. Ralston has the papers, and has been sent to Graham at Nuevitas to get his fortune.' I decided to follow. I had no money. I knew if I raised a row before he sailed or on the boat, he'd have me arrested, JP I stole aboard this boat bound for N uevitas, got into the hold, and when they began loading I was crowded back and back mto the hold, and didn't da re to cry out or try to escape. I reckon I've been in here three days and nights. I crept into that place yonder over some !?oxes, and found the candles and ate some. Ugh! it almost killed me. Here I a):Il, and gone up, oi:ily for you. Say, you're a brick Knight, and I'll reward you when we get to N ue vitas; but how came you here?" "What are you going to do when you get to N uevita s ?" asked Dick, disregarding Mull's last question. Abner Mull 's eyes danced diabolically. "Wait and see ," he cried. "I'll just exactly get Dudley Raiston into a row that will settle him. I'IJ find Graham, tell him eve1y thing, and-Oh, the thieving scoundrel, I'll get even \ y itil Ralston for alJ the trouble he' s caused me." "I say I guess not, Abner MuH." "Ab-ner Mull--" It wouh:I be impossible to depict the schemer's exp re ssion of face as Dick Hardy boldly designated him by his right name. "You are startled, eh?" pursued Dick, calmly. 'Tl! startle you more in a n1inute Is Dudley Ral ston aboard this s hip?" "This is the Bodega-yes," gasped Mull, vacantly; but, Mullyou call me Mull. I'm all flustered. I-I--" "Don't floimder, Mull. I know all. D"udley Ralston is a rascal because he stole your papers ; you are another because you stole them from me. Look at me, Mull! Abner Mull, Mortimer Bluff's gifted cl erk and accomplice,' who am I?"

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, I BRA VE AND BOLD. bick Hardy pulled off cap and goggl es and held the candle directly before his face. Ih pettified bewildertnent Mull stared. Line by lirte the rea l countenance of the boy he had known Dan Knight a ss umed the form ahd substance of familiarity to his s tartled vi s ion. 1Gosh, I'm beat! It's the r eal, t he genuine t h e Dick Hardy!" gasped the thunde r struc k Mtill. I giv e in, I'm i n a d r e a tn, I--" "Stop I" cried Dick Hardy, spiritedly I will explain the situa tion ln one word You agtee hete and now to do I say, to help me unmask the boy who has punished you justly, as you bcJth have me unjus tly, or, as soon a s we reach the deck of this vessel, and it touches land, you exchange the hof! here for a cell in a jail. Take your choice, Abrter l\1:ull, friend d r foe we are odds at la s t all three of us, ln the tate for the Hardy fortune." C H APTER XXVII. CAST A DRIFT "Ghosts!" "Right y6'u are-I said it Ghosts, spirits-"Yes, in the tutti ca sk." "No, in tlie hold "Your t b p s ail 's avry Jack." "'Too much rum, mate "Oh, com e off tl 1 e !" The -Sc!!ne w as the deck of the Bodega, West Indies merchant man, and the last speaker Mas Dudley Ralston, pert and coh ceited as ever, and imagining his city slang to be folly up to the technical critici s ms of the half-do z en sailer s gathered around Jack Dover, boatswain of the vessel. The gootl na t ured m a rine rs laughed incre,dulously, and Dudley tapped honest Jack's foreh ead with owl-like pity, but the boat swain's f!etious fa c e w a s imphturbable. "Jeer and joke ," he mutteted, "but wait and s ee I say the ship's haunted i a nd I kno\lr it. Yotl'll know it too before the voyage s ended Loo k out for a flying Dutchman, mates artd then for a leak o r w re c k rnatk my words ,' and Jack Dover .ed a w ay with an injured a ir lea ving. Dudley and the others i'!f,Jaugh o ver wha t the y te rmed lils vagaries. Dudley Ral st on was i n ele men t It was no w three week s sinee he had left London, !Ind uhdet fa voring aus pi c es, and with high hea r t a nti hope for the gloriou s promise s of the neat future. H e had the b es t accommodation s the V es s el afforded, and the locker tonta ining cigars and wifle s wa s placed at the disposal of his generou s purs e when e ver he li s ted T he voyage wa s a plea s ant one and fair weather and favoring winds had, three weeks out of port, drifted the B o dega toward t he island coa s t of South America. T he incident that b e gin s t hi s chapter had en t irely pa ss ed from Dudley Ralston' s mind before the day of its occurrence wa s g one, but that e vening a s he stood watching a bank of dark red clouds on the northern horizon, that the mate predictM promised a storm before morning, it w as forcibly recalled to Dudley' s t )10ughts. as the boatswain, Jack Dov er, came to where h e wa s a serious loo k o n hi s wis e o ld face and a my s teriou s a c cent in hi s tones. "Say, lad, remarked Dover, turning back s uddenly and pro ducing a gre:i,sy wallet, and selecting a bank note I take you up ." :qudley looked perplexed. "Take m e up?" he replied, vaguely ""'/es." "'What about ? "The bet. You offered to fiht i -dit111' t hear any gtoan s and v v arnings in the hold, that it was too much rum or the rats. Well, I went down again to see that the pumps were in order a little while ago, and I l\eard the same strange rtoises. Ghosts! whispered Jack, eamestly You can hea( them too. Cover the bet, and ))udley laughed. Any incident to vary the monotony of the vo yage was hail e d gladly He placed a b ank note in Jack's hand and said : ''That's yours if I hear the ghosts Come ah. ead." Jack lighted a lantern, and led the way to the hatch He o pened it and desc e nded. Then he went to where the fqrward ca rgo began and whispered : "Sit down o n this box and listen T h ere was a brief s pace of silence. Dudley Ralston pau s ed and bent hi s ear intently, and the s co ffing s mile faded from hi s face Dis tinctly upon his amazed hearing came the l o w murmur of v oice s from the forward part of the hold. Be careful Mull; we may be overheard. "Don't be afraid. Hardy-Knight, I mean. Drat me if I can keep tn1ck of th e two n a m es. Y o u s ee the re 's a space beyond here." "Yes ." "And that last row of boxe s are night to the hatchway. I know it. We've nearly dug our way out. Shall we drop here, a nd work ahead to-morrow?" "Yes," replied the fir s t voice. "We must be near the enJ o f the YOyage but we mu s t also be careful, Mull. Dudley Ralston i s a bold s chemer ;0 he has money influence and friends, a nd our story wouldn t be believed. We can only wait until the ship reacJ1es land steal away, and get to Mr. Graham first. "You'te the bos s Hardy," ca m e the reply "but if I had my way, I'd jus t exactly venture on deck, locate that rascally Ralston hook the papers he ha s and then we're safe, sure. See here, Hardy, you re t o b e s quare and lib e ral with me when you get the fortune? " I'll do what i s right i f you help me. Y e s Hist! I believe I caught the glimmer of a light just then." He h ad; the lantern fairly tre mbled in the hand of the marvel ing, alarmed Dudley Ralston He wa s pale as deaU i..as he staggered to the hatchway ascended to the deck sank to a pile f rope s and sat there staring at vacancy too stunned by the ter ribly startling dev e lopment s of the hour, to s peak or move. Dudley Ral s ton had heard enough to warn that su s piciou s min d of the truth, to cau se the fabric he had reared carefully t o shiver to i t s frail found a ti on, as if m e n a ced b y s ure and s udden c ollapse. He tried to evolve a plausible theory a s to the of the presente of the two boys in the hold of the Bodega, whom he now knew to be to a certainty his companion and rival of the Tripol i, the pretended Dick Hardy, alias Abner Mull and the re s cued castaway the real Dick Hardy, alias J)an Knight. Dudley Ralston paced the d e ck of the merchantman, Strange l y un s ocial and gruff to the s ailor s until n early midnight. He e x a mined the hatchway he viewed the s mall boat s at the s tern he closely s crutinized the watch, and as h e s aw th a t a Spaniard named Mercal wa s on duty after; hi s face looked Mercal was a foxy-eyed, covetous fellow, with whom Dudley enjoyed playing cards from the true gambling z e s t the former threw into the vice. "On watch, Mercal ?" he said 1Yes, till fout bells aft: I'm thinking we 'll have a storm b y morning. Thanks, a cigar." .,. ;

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BRA VE AND BOLD. S ay, Mcrea!," said Dudley, insinuatingly, as they lit cigars, "when do we ;each Nuevitas?" "Two, three days." "Mercal, you like money?" The Spaniard's eyes snapped covetously. "Yes, as sefior knows." "I have a hundred-pcund note in my pocket for you." "For me?" responded Mercal, excitedly "Yes." "For what?" "I h ave enemies. This night I discovered them on board the boat. They are two boys, stowaways. Hist! let no one hear us. I trust only you." It was an hour later when Dudley Ralston had, by misrepre sentation and bribery, won the Spaniard to his plans. He told h i m what h e wished to do. The boys were in the hold. The removal of a tier of boxes would reach them. They were to be carried to one of the small boats and sent adrift. Mercal had some chloroform. He could drug them, and 110 one would be the wiser for the removal. Mercal was fortunate Carefully removing a tier of boxes he found the boys asleep beneath. The Spaniard applied a handkerchief saturated in chloroform to their faces. One at a time he lifted them, gained the dack, and then the boat was lowered to the wake of the vessel astern. Dudley Ralston was entertaining the other three of the watch be hind the forecastle In the teeth of a r ising storm, the yawl was floating rapidly into the gathe r ing darkness of the night. Two insensible forms lay prostrate in the boat. Dick Hardy and Abnet Mull, all unconscious of the new change in their destinies, at the will of an unscrupulous enemy, had been cast adrift. CHAPTER :xxvm. NEARING THE GOAL. 'Th r ee days later, after scudding many leagues befotc a fierce blustering nortkeaster, with bare sails, the Bodega sailed harbor at Nuevitas. The disappearance of the yawl was attributed to the storm. It had broken its gearing, the captain theorized, and had drifted away. Dudley Ralston stet>ped ashore, with an eager heart and high, elated hopes. He treated the crew royally at the nearest tavern "braced up," as he termed it, for the expected interview with man he had sailed many thousand miles to see, and then between smokinl1' cigars and devouring cloves, to disguise his wine-tainted breath. he tnade his way to the principal hotel of the place. Lord Graham he found the Honorable Lionel Graham to be termed by those who knew him, and a single inquiry of the clerk at the hotel put him on the trail of the legatee of the Hardy for tune. "Lord Graham gave up his apartme11ts at the hotel here a day or two since, and moved to that little house you see yonder, near the seashore," said the clerk. "He is ill, and the physicians ordered the ocean breeze and seclusion. From England, eh?" replied Dudley. "Lord Graham expect e d friends by every steamer. Yes, you'll find him at the little house near the cliffs, sefior." Dudley reached the picturesque spot indicated a few minutes later. It was beautifully located, and, with its luxuriant stretch nf cool, shady grove, and sweet-scented garden, and ba1rtboo thatched roofs, extending far over broad piazzas, it took his fancy immensely, and he did not disturb a slumbering negro in a chair at the front door, but walked around to the side of the building, where he observed a man, in negt1:gee costume, half reclining, in a hammock swmg. The man looked sad, and old, and ill, and, at a covert glance, Dudley decided that he was the object of his search. "It's Graham," he muttered. "I'll tackle him alone," and he advanced up the steps of the piazza. The recumbent man started nervously at his footfall, and stared at the newcomer curiously. "Are you Lord Graham?" asked Dudley, removing his hat, and assum ing his politest manner. "I am Mr. Graham," smiled the other, gently. "They make dukes of squires and generals of sergeants in this place of extravagant notions. I have the honor of knowing--" "I come from England," r e plied Dudley. "I bring a message from Mr. Warlock." "Home!" cried Graham, his pale face lighting up with excite ment and joy. "Ah, how welcome is a word from my native land! Excuse me, sir, but I am an invalid, and carinot arise readily. Then my friend, Warlock, did not come h imself?" murmured Mr. Graham, in tones of anxiety and disappointment. "There was no occasion, sir," replied Dudley; "he sent me in stead. I came from America to see you, Mr. Graham. I am, 1-1-do not be surprised or startled, sir-I am Dick Hardy!" The .announcement had a marvelous effect on the invalid. His face flushed with joy; he leaned forward, seizing both of Dud ley's hand,_ and his own fairly trembled as he peered earnestly into the face of his visitor. ''I must get well now, my boy," he said, affectionately, press ing Dudley's hand. "A bright, handsome, ambitious boy to care for. Ah, it makes me young again! We will return to Lo ndon as soon as I am able. You know why I sought you?" "To-to befriend-to adopt me, sir?" queri ed Dudley, with an assumed innocence and candor that completely hoodwinked and charmed Graham. "Yes; and to mal<:e you heir to my fortune Rightfully yours. dear boy I have failed in my missionary scheme here. I fear I truste d too entirely to native honeSfy. I gave you up as dead, and determined to dispose of the fortune I had in benevolence I selected the degraded natives of Puerto Limos, on the coast. and had alm ost all my imm e nse fortune in ready m o ney in my possession Those I befriended told others. Some rascals learned that I pos sessed a large amount of cash. They started to rob me, and I was forced to flee alone in a rowboat, or I would have been murdered. They pursued me until I re ached the Tam pico K eys, a bunch of sterile islands, tnany miles south of here. There my boat struck a rock, and it sank. I crawled ashore s e cret e d the lacquered box that contained the money, a;nd hid i1; the thickets." "All tint money!" murmured Dudley, suspens, fully. "You didn't lose it, sir?" "No, but I nearly lost my life, and, as it wa s took a cold from the exposure, that ha s disabled me since I swam ancl waded from island to island trying to evade the thieves who sought me persistently ] ust as I fainted fr o m s heer exhaustion on the shore of one of the little islands, the crew of a steamer stopped there for water, and discovered me. I was taken on board, and reached Nuevitas in a high fever, luckily being recognized by friends here who cared for me." ,. "And you left the money behind?'.' ejaculated Dudley, with a thrill of dread and disappointment. "I had to I was insensible when they sailed from the island. }3ut it is safe, for I hid.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 31 blinding spray prevented Dick from discovering w hat had real)y occurred, but he knew that the yawl had struck something His first mqve111ent was to seize Mull's arm. Then the yawl seemed tof crash to splinters, careened and sunk from beneath them. "Grc,b thc,t I yelled Dick, as they were flung into the water and a dark object grazed his an;n. "It's a raft, or a floating hull Don't pull so; you drag me down. Climb up, climb up !" An exciting experience ensued. It seemed that some heavy, floating wooden object bad struck the yawl, and upon it Dick clarpbered, dragging the te rrified Mull after )lim. "It's a raft-shjp timbers!" gasped Dick. "I can't hold on!" shrieked Mull. My fingers are numb and trembling so." Dick seized a !;take driven between two pieces of timber, joined together with stout ropes, with hand, and clung to Mull with the other. lt was a grim. clutch with sput eyes and anxious heart, for the next two hours. Any momettt, it seemed the raft, if such it was, might overturn or go to pieces, and time and aga i n it i arred and swung in a circlil}g eddy, as it came in con t act wi t h some passing object. "Rocks reflected Dick, "or pieces of a wreck; some one made this raft and was swept overboard. Gracious, we are lost.!" Witp a thundering crash, the raft hasl struck an object looming up just ahead. Its fragments and the boys were in s tantly pre c i pita ted into a boiling swirl of waters. Dick, clutching Mull, out mechanically, grasped a rock the surf, made out the outline of a coast, and, as a wave thein inland, he struggled t<;> his feet, and dr.agged Mull to what appeared to be a shirrgly shore. "Safe he cried, wildly. we're on lane,! I ph, h()w thankful I am!_ Can't you walk, or help yourself?" The beach was strewn with boxes, etc., evidently washed in from sotne rec /fl t wreck. One box of biscuits was found. That was all, however, of an edible character that \vas found. TJ:ie last p0x investig;i.ted made Dick 's eyes open wide. It wa.S with boxes, vials .and packages "A sJ1ip'.s medicipe he said. "There's been a bis: near here, and very lately. Mercy, the E v ening Sta r !'' Dick Hardy recoiled, with a vi<>lent start. The discovery he had made momentarily overwhelmed him He had just read, painted on the reverse side of the medicine chest, the name of the ship to which it belonged . "It's the vessel the Marshalls sailed away on t" he choked out. Oh, they cannot be lo st! This is terrible! Perhaps they, 1-ike us, have been driven here: Mull," he said, glancing eage rly at the dots of i s lands ly\ng to the south, "can you swim?" "Some," mumbled Mull, his mouth chock foll of the biscuits. "Then stow away all the biscuits you ean and come along. Vve've got to find watf"r, and that big, green island over yonder is not very far away, and we might find some there.'' Dick's main idea, however, was to endeavor to learn if others than themselves had not been cast away on some of th e n u merous i s \ands that dotted the sea for mil es. The water between the i s fand s wa s shallow A sparkling spring was discovered a s s oon a s they landed on the large island. Here they remained until the next morning. "Drink your fill, and we'll swim to the next one said Dick, ward poon. ''We may discover some house or settlement." "Not much," grunted "Why not?". "Leave well enough al6ne. Here's water and food. I'm done out swimmipg.'' "Then wait here; I'm going to investigate, announced Dick, little testily. He went to the extreme end of the island, and scanned the expanse stretched b e yond. A few hundred yards distant was a rocky island. :\ml at which he stared and stared, trying to make out a vapor or mist that ascend e d from its extreme end. "It' s smoke!" cried Dick, excitedl y "I'm sure of it. Some o ne must be there. Here goes! He was an expert swimmer and soon reached his destination. Then he hurried down the s andy bea c h near the rocks, and at a s harp turn he drew back with a startled exclamation, and held to the rock, a s if overwhelmed a t s o me discovery. Then Dick H a rdy did a strange thing. It was to grope in his p o cket and draw forth the same p air of goggles he had worn on the steamer Tri poli. He acted on a thought th:it would not have come to most I.Joys under similar circum s tances, but Di c k was an unusually shrewd boy the reader will agree. He sprang around the jutting rock now with a bound and an e x cited cry: "] udge Marshall you here! Don't you know me?" Dan Knight!" A curious picture was re v ealed A pile of brush blazed and smoked, a sign'll fire on the bea c h. On a tarpaulin lay Alice Mars h a ll her face white as m a rbl e he!' form motionle s s, as if in dea th, her eyes closed Standin g near her, hi s fac e dra wn with ferv e nt anxiety and pain was h e r father CHAPTER XXX 1 A FORTUNE IN PERIL. "A ship.-:.a ste amer-we are saved!" D i ck Hardy utte red thes e w o rds, in tones o f r i ng ing d elight'. and riv e ted his g l a nc e on t h e ocean cre ste d w ith t h e r adia nce o f the mn s t glo wing m o onl ig h t h e h a d ever see n It was the e v enin g of the d a y after hi s di sco v e ry of t h e Ma r s h alls, and h e h a d jus t s w am fr o m the i s l a nd upon w hi c h h e h a d di s covered them to the on e \'{here h e h a d l ef t Ab ne r Mull th e pre v i o u s d ay, when he paused and gla ncing m a d e t h e discovery his glad tones n o w a n nounced . Yes, not far out was a trim a trail of spark s and s m o k e e'x:tending east, its prow d i rect e d s trai g h t toward th e bri ght s i g nal fire which h a d bee n k e pt burning by Judg e M a r s h all. It wa s just afte r du s k, and, as he w as on his w ay to find ?llull that D.lck Hardy di s co v ered the steamer, and knew th a t th e s i g nal fire on t he b e ach had be e n s een from it s deck Dick ran down the shore of the l a r ge i s land in quest of hi companion of the day previous. Mull was, h o wever nowh e re in sight, and Dick was about to loudly s hout his name w h e n h e came to an abrupt halt, and, half screened by some bushes, p e ered with eyes at a spot on the white beach where the moonlight shone bright as day. 1 D i ck Hardy had kno w n m a ny surprises of late but never in hi s life had he been s o am aze d as at t hat m ome nt. He could scarcely credit the ev iden c e of his sens es. Plainly revealed on the sand, stood a boy he had l as t se e n at Troyle-the marplot of his early boyi s h destiny the s ch e ming friend of Abner M'"ullDudley Ralston! "It ain't him-it is asleep! No, I ain't. He's here, too! I won't call out I'll watch him. What on earth is he doing?" Amazement gave '!'l'ay to curiosity as Dick Hardy watched the

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' 32 RRA VE AND BOLD. boy before hi!IL Dudley Ralston it was, and he held an open slip of in one hand, and in the other a measuring line. He first consulted the paper. Then he went to some rocks, measured from them to a clump of trees, from the trees toward the beach, drew a square on the smooth sand with a pointed stick, drove the stick into the sand, and muttered, audibly, to the as tonished hearing of Dick Hardy: "The box is there! I'll go back to the boat, ge t the shovel, and then, Mr. Dudley Richard Hardy Ralston, the Graham fortune is yours I'' "The Graham fortune!" ejaculated Dick, as be sprang out upon the sand the minute Dudley Ralston had disappeared from view. "Hello l here 's the paper he was looking at. A diagram, and 'money box hidden as directed-Lionel Graham.' Something is hidden here, maybe some of the money Ralston is trying to get dishonestly. H e's gone for a shovel. Have I time -1:0 dig? I'll try it!" Chip chip-clink The sand flew in all directions, and then the piece of stick struck something a foot down. With his hands, removed the yielding sand. A lacquered covered box showed; he uncovered it fully, and drew it up. Its loose lid flew open. "Bank notes !'l exclaimed Dick amaz:ed at the immense value a single glance s howed the box to contain. "I don't underntand it all, but I'll take no risks on Dudley Ralston 's honesty." He hurriedly emptied the box, and carried the packages of bills to the shrubbery whence be had watched Dudley. He placed them on the ground. Then he returned to the sand, replaced the box, pushed the sand over it trampled it down well, restored the lines Dudley had made, and drove the stick as he ha.d found Thr box cover had shut readily enough, now that its bursting cbntent s were removed. "Now to watch and follow him," murmured the excited Dick, hastening again to the shrubbery, and forgetting all about Abner Mull, the Marshalls, and the steamer. "Here he comes, and a shovel over his s h oulder. He said he had a boat--" Dudley Ralston returned to the spot, evidently attributing the disturbance of the ground to his own footsteps. He began to dig and uttered a wild cry of delight as the spade unearthed the lacquered box. ;
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A NEW IDEA! A NEW WEEKLY! C/3RA VE AND BOL CfJ Street & Smith's New Weekly is a Big Departure 'ram anything ever Published Be,ore. EACH NUAIBER CONTAINS A COMPLETE STORY AND THE STORIES ARE OF EVERY KIND. That means an descriptions of first-class stories. For every story published in BRAVE AND BOLD will be first-class in the best sense written by a well-known boys' author, full of rattling incident and lively adventure, and brimming with interest from cover to cover. No matter what kind of a boy you are, no matter what your tastes are, no matter what kind of a story you prefer, you will hail BRAVE AND BoLD with delight as soon as you see it. It is the kind of a weekly you have been wishing for. Variety is the spice of life, and Brave and Bold is well seasoned with it. STORIES OF STORIES OF 1l1YSTERY. STORIES OF EXPLO= RATION IS UNKNOWN LANDS. STORIES OF LIFE IN CREA 1' CITIES. STORIES OF lVONDERFUL Besides, many more classes of stories than can be enumerated, will be found in this weekly. Remember this :-Each story is a corker and the bestof its kind. No expense has been spared in getting the best, and as a consequence, BRAVE' AND BoLD offers the finest collection of stories ever put on the market. Here are the first four stories Don't they whet your appetite? When you read them yon will find them even better than you expected : No. 4.-The Boy Balloonists; or, Among Weird Polar People. By Frank Sheridan. You have heard of the recent attempts to reach the North Pole by balloon. There are three boys who got there. The mysterious race of people dwelling in the extreme north is an interesting subject, and you will find much to wonder at in this story. No. 5.-The Spotted Six; or, The rtystery of Calvert Hathaway. Bv Fred. Thorpe. A great baboon, powerful as a lion, and almost as intelligent as a man, who tries to burn a boy in a flaming furnace. A thrilling attempt mane by a boy to do some detective work against an organized hand of villains. That sounds pretty good, and it is good. No. 6.-The Winged Demon; or, The Gold King of the Yukon. By W S. Patten. When you read this story you' ll cry for more by the same author. A story of wt:ird adventure and exciting experiences in one of the strangest and most outlandish countries into which man has ever penetrated. Copies of the Brave and Bold Weellly may be purchased for Five Cents from all Newsdealers, or from STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street,


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