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Dick Hazel, explorer; or, Lost in the African jungle

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A PIFFERErtT COMPL.E;TE STORY E;VE;RY WEEK In a n exceedingly short space of time the boys and S a ilor Jack were safely in the little craft, and Chris at once pushe d off from the side of the burning vessel.

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LD .IJ Different Comple t e Story Every Week / hsued Weelll y .By Subscriptio n lz.so Pe r yea,-. Entered accordin!I" to Act of Qmgress in the year 1qo3, in the Office of the Li/Jra1ian of Congress. Washington, I). C'. STREET & SMITH, 238 W.Uiam St., N Y. No. 1 6 N EW Y O RK, A pril 11, 1903. Price F ive C e nts. OR, Los t tn the A fr ican B y CORNELIUS SHEA. CHAPTER L THE PLOT. Late o n e night in the mpnth of October, in the yea r 18-, two men were seated i n a n elegantly-furnished room in an uptown mansion in New York, engaged i n earnest conversation. One was a tall, b r oad-shoulde r ed, finel ooking ma n with a dark-brown mustache, slightly tinged with gray. He had a re markably fine appearance, but a close observe r might have de tected a glitter in his eyes, which ga.ve him a half-sinister look Hio companion was a trifle below the medium size, and his junior by at 1east a dozen years. He wore a suit .of the latest style, and had the decided appearance of a fast gentleman of the period. His face was very red and covered with blotches, which showed, to a n ordinary observer, that he was a drinking man; not a casual drinker but o n e who kept himself under the influence of liquor all the time, a nd n ever appea r ed to be drunk. Had a person bee n seeking for a man to do some unlawful work for him, a doze n words of with this man, and he would h a ve b ee n that he need look n o further. Even n ow he was engaging himse l f to do some unlawful act for his c ompartion "Bill Holcombe," said h is c o m panion, rising to his feet "you have heard my p r o p osit i on N o w, what do you say? Will you do it? Remembe r it will mak e both rich." "It's a ticklish piece of b usines s John Holton and you know it," replied Holcombe; "but I suppose the reward is worth the risk. Yes-I'll do it." "Shake hands on it, then." The two men grasped each other heartily by the hand. Then the one addressed as John Holton again spoke. "Do you thoroughly understand what you have got to do now?" "Yes, I guess I do You said the boy hung out a great deal about the wharves?" "Yes; he seems to have a sort of mania for ships. His father was a sea captain you know." "What did you say the boy's name was? I don't want to for get." "Dick Hazel; and a sharp sort of a chap he is, too. You will have to look out for him, for he is a born athlete, and is as strong as a young lion." "Pshaw! How old is he?" "Seventeen "Ha! ha! The idea of a boy of seventeen getting the best of Bill Holcombe. Why, J oh n I thought you knew me better that!" "I know you are a bad man to tackle; but I am telling yon to look out for the boy, that's all "Or he may down me, eh?" "He may." '"vVell, I'll run the risk. You may rest assured that by tomorrow night this time he will be out of sight of New York for ever!" "What sort of a ship are you going to put him aboard?"

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BRAVE AND BOLD. "No matter; I'll fix that. All that you care is that he never comes back, isn't it?" "Y cs; for it would be deuced unpleasant if he was to turn up at some unexpected time. Why, do you know what would hap pen then?" and John Bolton's voice sank to a wfiisper. Holcombe shrugged pis shoulders. ''I think I do," he said. "Well, I'll tell you. Unless we both made ourselves mighty scarce, we would be apt to spend a few of our remaining years in a place called Sing Sing." At the mention of that famous resort up the Hudson, Holcombe shifted his feet uneasily. "But it ain't going to happen," said he. "He will never come back, I tell you; for I'll see to it that he is lost overboard in a storm in rpidocean !" "Good enough! Attend to your duty faithfully, and we will both be rich men." "What is the boy's property valued at, anyway, fohn ?" "An estate worth a hundred and forty thousand, and about a hundred thousand in hard cash." "Phew! That won't be so bad to take, will it?" and the villain helped himself to a drink from a bottle, which stood on the table. "I should say not," said Holton, following his example. "But in order to get it, I must have positive proof that the boy is dead." "You'll have the proofs, never fear." "I h 0 pe so!" "I say, John, don't you feel a little bit squeamish about getting away with your own nephew?" "No; not when I think of the money. You know that I'm not 0ne of the chicken-hearted kind, either. And, besides, he is only m wife's sister's child. What is he to me? I have been acting as guardian for him for the last fifteen years. His parents are dead, and my wife is the next heir, which is just as good as if I was, myself. Now let us take another drink before we part for the night; and the next time we meet I hope you will bring me good news." "That I will, John_ never fear;" and swallowing his liquor at a gulp, Bill Holcombe proceeded to button his coat about. the chin, and donning his high silk hat, was ready to go. Holton at once showed him to the door, and after bidding each other "good-night!" the two villains parted. It must have been considerable after midnight, and a slight, drizzling rain was falling, while the chill Octobeu wind blew in fitful gusts. Holcombe shivered. It was a nasty night to be ou t, but he had a duty to perform, and he meant to do it. Raising his umbrella, he rapidly down the street, wliich appeared to be entii:ely deserted. He had not proceeded far when he beheld a solitary cab coming in his direction. 'When it had arrived op_posite to him, Holcombe called out: "Hello, cabby want a fare?" "Whoa! Where do yer want to go to, boss?" "Downtown." "How fur?" "As far as Cherry Street." "\\That'll yer give, boss?" "Five dollars." "Git in, boss!" Holcoq1be obeyed, and the door was slammed shut, and the next moment he was being rapidly driven downtown. Holcombe sat in silence and listened to the rain, as it dashed against the windows of the cab, as he was being whirled along, '. "You're here, boss!" Holcombe said nothing, but paying the man, he cast a glance around him to find out where he was, and then hunied off down Cherry Street. A block or two was traversed, when he came to a dingy saloon, from which came the sounds of ribald merriment. Without the least particle of hesitation, he opened the door and entered A motley crowd of sailors were inside and a one-eyed man pre sided at the bar. Holcombe stepped up to the bar, and ordering a drink, opened conversation with the bartender. "Has Captain Marlowe been in to-night?" he asked. "Yes," was the reply, "he's in the back room now." The villainous plotter at once stepped into the back room, and when he emerged an hour later his face bore a confident smile. CHAPTER II. DICK HAZEL. "Leave that man alone!" "Ho! ho! the Dutchman's got a champion. Give it to him an' let's see what he'll do." "You leave him alone, I tell you I I've been watching you for tHe last five minutes, and it has gone just about far enough!" The scene was on one of the South Street docks, and the words "Leave that man alone!" were uttered in a clear, ringing tone by a handsome, well-built youth of seventeen .. A German lad of perhaps nineteen or twenty, attired in sea faring costume, and loaded with a bag filled with some heavy articles, by the manner in which he carried it, was making his way along the dock, evidently with the intention of boarding a vessel which lay close at hand. He was a green-looking fellow, indeed, and a crowd of street lads, ranging from twelve years to twenty, were following at his heels, jeering him and pelting him with decayed vegetables, etc. There were tears in the German's eyes, and he was struggling frantically to elude his tormentors and carry his load safe on board his ship. Finally a big, burly ruffian tripped him up, and he fell sprawling upon the dock, with his bag on top of him. It was then that'the youth had called upon them to desist, and his flashing eyes and manly appearance awed tlie poor German's tormentors for a moment. "Do you think it has gone fur enough, hey?" said the one who had tripped the German, turning and facing the youth. "That is just exactly what I said," was the reply, in a cool tone. "I'd like to know how you would stop us frbm foolin' with the Dutchman. What would you do, anyway, if I was to hit him an' smash his 'beak' for him?" "Doh't you try it, that's all." "I won't, hey? Well, now. you jest see if I won't, abd then ii you say much I'll give you the same. Understan'?" The speaker t'hrust tiis dirty face close to the party he was ad dressing as he uttered the words. But the boy did not seem to notice him, but started at once to help the German to his feet. Seeing this, the bully made a rush, and dra\\>ing back his arm; struck the object of his ridicule a bJow in face, sending him flat upon th-c dock again. The next instant something l1!ippened which surprised the fel low as much, probabJy, as he had ever been in his whole life.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 Spat! A clinched fist struck him squarely between the eyes, and he measured his full length upon the dock, a thousand stars dancing before his eyes. "Hey, hey!" shouted the crowd of boys, "a fight, a fight!" The bully was upon his feet in a moment, and uttering a fri g ht ful oath, he made a rush at his a n tago ni s t with the intention of annihilating him o n the spot. But he h ad "barked up the wrong tree," as the saying goes, for that well-trained arm again suddenly str aightened out, and he repeated his fminer performance. "Wot's ther matter, Bill? Git up an ):,iie it ter him!" yelled his companions. Bill pos sesse d a considerable amount of grit, and encouraged by his fri e nds, arose to his feet and again rushed at the German's champion. This time he succeeded in clinching with him and then began a wrestling match for the supremacy. Back and forth they swayed, neither gaining any particular ad vantage, until suddenly the bully's foot slipped, and the next instant be went flying backward, and, failing to r etai n his equilibrium, t o ppled over the strin g piece into the riv e r. "Th ere was a wild shout at. this, and coolly brushmg his coat off, the plucky b oy walked over to where the German, who had risen to his feet, was, and remarked : "That's the way to fix 'em, Dutchy, when they don't kn ow what's good for them." "Py shiminy gracious! but you vos a goot von !" was the reply "I like to see fair play, Dutchy; but what is your name?" "My name vos Hans Strauss." "All right, H ans; mine is Dick Hazel. Now take hold, and I'll give you a lift with your lu ggage." The German obeyed, and seizing the bag, the two m a de their way along the dock, leaving the crowd of boys to fish their de feated leader from the river. Vvhat is the name of your ship, H ans?" asked Dick Hazel, a s t he two walked along. ''Her name vos der B e cky A. Malvern, Mister Dick Hazel." "Don't mister' me, do you und erstand? Call me 'Dick;' I like it better." "All right, Dick; you vos mine friend, und I von't forgid it, neider. No! by s h im iny, I von't." All right, Hans. Here is your ship, I guess. So long! J hope you will have a pleasant voya ge. we will meet a gai n some time "Goo d pye, Dick; I hopes me dot we vill l" So saying, the German stepped on board and our hero, Dick Hazel. made his w&.y slowly b ac k in the directi o n of the street, I almost wish I was going somewhere on a voyage myself," he muttered, as he walked along. "I am gett ing tired of this kind of living and no mistake!" I Notwithstanding the fact that our hero was the heir to a for tune. he was not happy with his surroundings. His mother had died when he was quite young, and his father, a wealthy sea captain, had been lost at sea, some few years previ ous to the opening of our story. Dick's uncle. John Holton, had been appointed as executor of 1the prop erty until he should become of age, and it was with him that our hero resided. In spite of the comforts of a fine ly furnished home there was a marked coolness about his uncle and aunt which the boy did not like He was allowed to do pretty much as he pleased, and was treated with a certain kind of respect-but that was all. Of late he bad felt a yearning for the sea, and h e was an almost daily visitor at the docks, viewing the s hipping and conversing with different seamen, when the opportun i ty affo rd ed He longed to follow in the footsteps of his father, and become the capta i n of a large ship. / Dick had come down to the docks on this fine October after noon, feeling more lonely than eve r As he walked back along the dock he s aw that the stree t l a d s had effected the re scue of the bu lly, and had taken their Prese ntly Dick observed a sea-faring man coming toward him from the street, who, he j L!dged, must be the captain of one of the neighboring vessels. As he came up to our hero he eyed him keenly for a mom e nt, and then stopped in front of him. "Hello, lad!" said he in a cheery voice; "whic h way are ye bound?" "Nowhere in particular captain," r eplied Dick. "Well, then why not go on board with me and see us get r eady for sea?" "Which ship is yours, captain?" asked our hero, his face brightening up at the prospect of having such a n opportunity. "That bark over there-the Buky A. Ma! v crn." Dick started. That was the vessel Hans was o n board. "Yes, captain; I'll be glad to go Whe n do' you sail?" "In about half an hour. I say lad, what is your name?" "Di& Hazel, sir." "Good enough! Come on, n ow, and we'll go on board." He spoke in such a strange manner when he said this. that our h e ro did not quite und ersta nd him, but h e followed on, n ever theless. In a minute or two they arrived at the vessel's side, and Dick fo llo wed the captain on board. 'Come on, lad, and I'll show you th e cabin of the Malvern." Down the companionway went our hero, and entered the cabin, which was a neat a nd tasty one, to say the l east. "Well, lad, how do you like it?" Dick turned to make a reply, when suddenly a handkerchief was pressed over his no se and mq,uth, and he was forced over backward. He felt his senses leaving him and strugg led violently; but soon all was a blank, and he sank unconscious in the captain's arms. He was trapped. CHAPTER III. THE FIGHT ON THE YARD-ARM. When Dick Hazel returned to conscio usness be found that his clothe s h ad heen removed and he was lying in a berth. There was a dull roaring sound in his and h e felt a rocking sensation. It was some few minutes before he realized where he was, and the n it all came gradually to him. That he was still in the cabin of the Becky A. Malvern he felt certain; for there were the same neat and tasty, surroundings he had observe d on entering. "What does this mean anyhow?" he asked him self, as he rubb e d his eyes. "Th e ship i s at sea, I am sure. What motive could the captain have had to abduct me in this manner? It is very strange; I guess I will try and investigate a bit ." He at once sprang from the berth; as he did so h e became acqu ainted with the fact that it mu s t be night, for a lamp was swinging from the center of the ceiling, sh edding forth a dim light. '-

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' BRA VE AND BOLD. The light from the swinging lamp showed him his clothes lying on a l ocker, close at hand and he at once proceeded to don them. When this feat had been successfully accomplished, he made his way to the door of. the cabin. It was unlocked, and yielded at his touch "Now to find out what this all means," he muttered, as he ascended the companionway. Dick saw the figure of a man, whom he rightly conjectured to be the captain, standing upon the deck, a few feet distant, smok ing a cigar. Advancing b old ly up to him, he said: "Captain, what means this outrage? Why am I taken forcibly out to sea, after being drugged in the cabin ?" "Belay there, you lubber! savagely exclaimed the skipper, in a rough tone, as he turned abruptly around at the qu est ion; "get to the forecastle with you at once; that's to be your quarters here after. And don't you ask any more questions, for Capt ai n Phil Marlowe allows no one to question him aboard ship. Now get along with you, and remember that. Lively, now!" "But, captain," began Dick; "I--" "Now, get on with you!" he r epeated, "or I'll flog you within an inch of your life." Dick's blood boiled at the trea tment, but thinking disc retion the better part of valor, be obeyed. ;.faking hjs way along the deck, he soon came to the forecastle, and he at once entered it. The inmat es eyed him with surprise. "Whar did you drop from, younker ?" asked a n ol d salt. "From New York, of course," r eplied Dick; "bJJt I came against my will, though." "Hum! pressed into sarvice, hey? Well, lad, you'll hev ter make ther best of it, for we is bound for Afriky o n this trip, we are. You hed better turn in, in that empty bunk over there, an' kinder git u sed ter it." The boy still felt dizzy from the effects of the drug he had rec ceived, and he determined to follow the old sailor's advice. "All ri ght," sa id he in replr, "I'll do as you say, I guess." Nothing more being said, he crawled in the bunk with his cloth es on. Dick lay awake for a l ong while, thinking over the situation. "I can't see for what purpose I ha.ve bee n kidnaped," he thought, "unless my uncle--But pshaw! he would not be as bad as that! At any r ate, I am here on board a ship bound for Africa, a nd I guess I will do as the old sailor says and make the be s t of it. It is an exciting life, anyhow, and I always thought I'd like it." Thus the boy reasoned until at last he fell asleep. 1 Three weeks passed by. Dic k had now become accustomed to his duties, and could climb the r atli nes almost as fast as any of the crew. Hans, the Ge(man, had bee n overjoyed at meeting our hero on board, and when he had told the story of Dick licking the bully on the dock, nearly all hands expressed their admiration. We say nearly all, but we might as well say all but one, and this exception was a scowling, lo osely built fellow of perhaps twenty two years of age, named Bob A rm strong. He appeared to h ave taken a dislike to our hero from the first, and h e was not adverse to showi ng it. He h ad on one occasion attempted to pick a quarrel with Dick, when a young fellow, whose name was Chris Larsen, interfered . Chris, as his name would suggest, was a Swede. He had come to this country when very young, and, consequently, could speak English as well as the best of us. He was not more than nineteen, but there was not a man on board the entire ship who was as strong and powerful as he. He was just the kind of a fellow to have for a friend, and Dick felt more easy in his mind. when he gained the friendship of Chris. "You must look out for that follow, Bob Armstrong," said Ch!'is, "for I have been watching him lately, and think he means to harm you in sotne way. I saw him and Captain Marlowe in earnest conversation yesterday, and I heard your name mert tioned. You must look out, I repeat, for it is my belief that they will knock you overboard when they get the chance. What other purpose could the captain have had in getting aboard? I'm sure it was not for the want of men. No, you can depend upon it that there is something in the wind, and that he has been hired to do this business." "I begin to think so myself," replied Dick; "but I cart scarcely bring myself to think that my uncle i s such a villain as that. Well, even if it is so, I'll beat them at their own game, for I'll keep my weather eye skinned, as old Jack says, and look out for squalls." One day, whp1 the B ecky A. Malvern had traversed perhaps two-thirds of the distance to the African coast, a terrible squall sprang up, which terminated into a raging storm. At the first signs of it, the searpen were ordered aloft to take in all sail, and Dick Hazel, in the course of his duty, went with them. He was one of the foremost to reach the ratlines, and he found, as is often the case, that he had some one to give him a race to the crosstrees. Dick noticed, with a slight feeling of uneasiness, that his rival was no other than Bob Armstrong; but this did not deter him in the least in the endeavor to beat him aloft. Up, up they ran, as nimble as cats, neither gaining any advantage over the other, the rising wind whistling through the cordage, and causing the sails to flap wildly. Dick '.Vas the first to reach the yard-arm, and he had already commenced to furl in the sail, when Armstrong arrived at his side, his face pale with fury at being beaten by a landsman. "Putty smart for a boy, ain't yer ?" he hiss e d, as he gave a tug at the sail, nearly cau s ing Dick to lose ,his hold and topple over board. "You don't want ter b e too smart aboard this craft, I kin tell yer, for if you are, you'll suffer for it, maybe. Why ther d euce don't yer move lively? Don't yer see that the squall is upon us?" Armstrong was right when he said the squall was upon them, and by the time the sail was safely furled the ship was rocking Dick h a d made no reply to the words, but had kept on work ing with a will, and this somewhat nettled Armstrong, who, it was evident, was bent upon picking a quarrel. Suddenly he leaned forward and gave Dick a push, nearly caus ing 11im lo lo se his h o ld upon the yard-arm. There was such a devilish expression in the villain's eyes as he did so that Dick shuddered involuntarily. He felt that Armstrong meant to murder him then and there. "What do you mean?" gasped Dick "Do you want to shove me off the yard-arm?" ''I'll show you what I mean ," his sed the villain, suddenly drawing his sheath-knife. "You hev got ter die!" Dick felt tha.t Armstrong meant what he said, and he knew full well that it would be useless to cry for help, as his words would not have been heard ten feet away, owing to the roaring of the elements. Acting on ::i sudden impulse, he grasped the villain by the wrist, as he held the gleaming knife aloft.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. Then began a terrible struggle many feet above th e deck, the lightning playing about the combatants, and the rain de sce nding in bucketfuls. Boy that he was, Dick was a match for Armstrong, as far as strength went, and he at last succeeded in making him drop the knife. Back and forth they swayed, when suddenly the ship gave a heavy lurch; the foot-rope s napp e d asunder, and, losing their hold, the two combatants plunged h e adlong downward. CHAPTER IV. THE SHIP ON FIRE. When the mate had shouted the cry for "all hands t o take in sail," Chris Larsen had glanced ha s tily about to see where Dick Hazel was, but in the confusion which followed failed to per ceive him, as he made hi s way hurriedly aloft, in company of Bob Armstrong. . Duty called his attention now, and for the time he forgot all about him But when he had returned to the deck he was astonished to see a sailor's knife suddenly drop from aloft, and fall within a few feet of him, rattling up the deck. The squall was raging in all its fury now, and clutching the vessel's shroud for support, he raised his eyes aloft. It was then that he percei ved what was going on up there; Dick was engaged in a battle for life with his foe. The yard-arm, which the two were upon, was swaying at a terrible rate, and Chris saw that both were in danger of falling, either in the raging sea, or upon the ship's deck, to be dashed to pieces. This conviction had no sooner forced upon his mind than he saw the foot-rope s nap and the next instant Dick and his an tagonist came whirling toward the deck. Chris involuntarily clos e d hi s eyes and s huddered. The thought even of the sickening thud to follow was horrible. But it did not come. Raising his eyes, he once more lo o ked up. The fall of the two combatants had b ee n checked. Dick 's leg in some manner had bec o me entangled in a part of the rigging, and there he hung in midair, still clutching Armstrong, who was struggling wildly at the thought of his peril. "My God!" ejaculated Chris, hastily starting up the ratlines. "Both them wiJl be killed!" He saw that even now the rope entangled about Dick's leg was beginning to slip. In an incr e dibly short spac e of time he was at a p o int opposite the swingit'1g combatants, waiting for a n opportunity to catch them, as th ey swung toward him. Suddenly the ship gave a violent lurch, and j11st a s the rope gave way he succeeded in catching Dick by the arm. Both grasped the shrouds wit4 a death-grip, and a s igh of r e lief escaped Chris' lips. They were saved from what seemed to be certain As soon as he had righted hi mself, Armstrong descend e d to the deck, without uttering a word of thanks to his prcsc:rn : r. "Thanks, brave Chris! You were just in time," ga s ped Dick, when he hadregained his breath;. "I came near going th a t time; but yon sayed me." D on't say another word, Dick; wait until we get upon d eck and then tell me all about it." Some of the seamen had witnessed the latter part of the per formance, and they crowded aro1md as Dick and Chris stepped upon the d eck. I Captain Marlowe had gone below, an d the mate was in ch arge. He, too, hurried forward, a nd excl aimed: "Go b e low, H aze l! I shall r eport yo u and Armstrong to the skipp e r." But, whether the mate s p oke to the capta in or not, nothing was he a rd from him in r egard to the affair, and things went o n jus t the same as though n othing had happened S evera l days p assed by. The equator was crossed, and soo n th e Becky A. Malvern struck the South Atlantic current. Captain Marlowe r eckoned t hat in three or four d ays, at the mo st, they ought to come in sight of land. T h e Malvern was a trading ship, l oaded with all so rts of mer chandi se and trinkets-guns, knives, ammunition, etc.-to do bu sines s with the f1ati ves, taking in exchange for th ese the prod ucts of Southern Africa, so essential to our use The weather had been fine since the s torm in whi c h Dick had so nearly lost his life, and the s hip had made excellent progre ss But even now th e skippe r finds that a n other o f those sq u a lls which a r e so common in thi s section i s coming up, an d he at once orders the n ecessa ry precautions to be taken. It w as ne a rly nightfall w h e n the squall broke, and it promised to be a "smart" one, ind eed. The gale wa s blowing furiously, but as yet little or no rain had fall en. Suddenly, in the very mid st of it smoke was di sc overed issuil!g fro m the forward hatch. In au instant the utmost confu s i o n prevailed, and efforts were at once made to find the fire and extin guis h it. Invest i ga tion s howed that a bale of cotton merchandise had taken fire in some manner unknown, a.nd this, making rapid he ad w ay had ignited all the inf\ammable mat e rial surrounding it. the h atc h cover was t hro\\"n ope n it was discovncd that rntire forward hold w as in a blaze. The ru s h o f air caused by t h e rem ova l of the hatch cover caused it t o increa se in fury, and the captain's coumenancc paled as he sa w the true state of affai rs. "All h a nd s to the pumps to put out t he fire!" he roared through his speaking trumpet. The cry \\'.as plainly h ea rd above the roaring of t he wind, and the sailors ha ste n e d to obey. Meanwhile the smoke and flame s continued to pour from the hold in spite of all that was bei n g done to quench the fire. The violence of the gale called the attention of nearly half the crew to keep the ship righted, and the rest were using their utmost endeavors to ke e p t h e flames under s ubjection. But in spite of their efforts the fire made rapid headway, and soon all h a nd s saw that it w as useless to try and save the ship. sailors on 'board the Becky A,. Mal v ern werenearly to a m a n i g n o r ant and superstitious, and as soon as th ey saw that it was usel ess to try and curb the rapidly gaining flames, a panic seized them. "See," said Chris, turning to Dick, lhey are ru shing for tho boat s ." "You a re right," r e pli e d o ur h ero, as a fr es h burst of flame disclose d the sa ilor s running in eve ry directi o n, gathering up what few thing s th ey h ope d to save, and making for the boats. In vain did Capt ain Marlowe endeavor to k ee p them in order. TI e might jus t as w ell h a Y e called upon the wind to cease bi ow ing, or th e fire to sto p burning. Suddenly the fire broke through the deck in another spot, and soon the flames began to s hoot up the rigging, twisting about and hissing like so many fiery serp ents The last hope of saving the ship now left the captain, and,

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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. altering his manner, he proceeded to superintend the loading of the boats. Our three young friends made thei1" way hurriedly to the to obtain the littl e clothing they had on b oa rd, when they discovered an old salt kr10wn as Sailor Jac k ly ing very ill in his bunk. "Come, Jack!" shouted Dick; up and out of this; the ship is on fire!" But Sailor J ack did not heed him; he was suffering with some sort of fever, and was out of his mind. "We must get h i m out of h ere," exclaimed Chris, "arrd we must hurry, too, I reck on; it's getting deucedly hot here." He was right; e ve n then the smo ke began pouring i n from the hold in a dens
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bRA VE AND BOLD. 7 shade of some broad-leafed trees, which reared th e m selves up with majestic splendor close at hand. "As we have landed here in this wild country," sa id Armstrong, "don't you think we ought to select a le a der from some of us, to sorter take charge, you know?" / I don't know but that would be a go o d idea," r e pli e d Chris "Who would you suggest Armstrong?" "How would I do? You must adm/ it that I possess pretty fair judgment." "That may be all right, too, but I don't think you would do." "Why not?" "You ought to knciw why not. Didn' t you attempt to kill Dick on board the M alvernf' And ain't you dead against us in your heart? You know you are; and then you have the nerve to ask why you wouldn t do for leader of this party. Wonders will never c ease." "Oh, well," sneered Armstrong, "if yo u want to keep up the old grudge, I am satisfied. Who would you s uggest-Hazel, I suppos2 ?" "You have hit it exactly," ret orted Chris; "that's just who I was going to suggest." "Me?" asked Dick, in surprise. "Yes, you." "Ay, ay !" put in Sailor Jack. "So say I!" exclaimed Hans. "Dick is de poy, am] don't yrou forget me dot, by chimney!" "Ay, ay !" again put in the old salt. "All ri g ht," said "if all the rest are satisfied, I sup pose I have got to be. Let ii: go at that." In vain did Dick protest-they were bound that he s hould be leader, and so there was nothing else for him to do but to acC"cpt. CHAPTER VI. THE MISSIONARY AND Hl!'i FAMILY. A terrible hot day in the southwestern part of Africa, in the district known as Damara Land. It is yet early in the m o rning, but the burning rays of the sun shine with such a fiercen ess as to make it almost impossible to breathe. A lumbering, yellow-topped wagon, drawn by a yoke of oxen, was slowly making its way across a sandy tract. About fifteen or sixteen natives accompanied it on foot, while inside the wag o n were four white people-two men, a plea sa nt-faced woman and a handsome queenly-looking girl of the blonde type. The four constituted the family of the Rever en d J o hn Linderman Dail ey, who was moving, with his household effects, from a place called Barmen to a small white se ttlement on the Nourse Riw:r. In his younger days, John Linderman Dailey had been what is known as a n out-and-out politician, but, becoming disgusted with the tricks and trades of a political life, he had emigrated to Africa, determined to spend the balance of his life as a mis sionary in enlightening the minds of the ignorant natives and in teaching the m to make ready for the great Unknown after death. This had been his great ambition, and during the nine years he had spent in Africa he had very successf1.1l. Financially, he was comfortably circumstanced, and so he made out well enough. His family consisted of his wife, his daughter, Adele, and the hired man, Hiram Boff. Adele Dailey tvas about sixteen years of age, and she appear ed perfectly contented with the mode of life her father chose to lead. "Father, is not that timber yonder?" a s ked the pre tty Adele, in a rich, musical voice, as she glanced out of the front of the w agon "Yes, d a ughter," answe red the r eve rend ge ntlem an. "vVe will soon reach the s h ade of som e giant trees and get out of the sun's h ot rays." "I am so glad !" "So am I, Adele," said her moth er. "This journey has been a wearisome one indeed." '"I'll be gosh darned if it ain't!" exclaimed Hiram Baff, i n a drawling tone Hiram was a genuine Yankee, and, in spite of llfr. Daikys pro te taticns, he was b o und to use Yankee ejaculations. "I don't lik e that air pesky cuss of a J cbo," said Hiram Boff t o ::\Ir. Dail ey "Ther rascal means mischief, see if he d on 't. Now, you just want to ke e p your eyes skinned, an' keep them air guns handy. I'll be go sh ding ed if I a in't right!" "l\Iaybe you are, Hira m-maybe you are; at any rate I'll fol low your advice and keep o n the watch. We can't tell who to trus t in these days." "Darned if you ain't right, d om inie." ] cbo was a n excellent guide, to say the least of him; he cer tainly h ad an eye for the best places to get through. Thus they went on, m ak ing their way slowly but surely in the directicn of their destination until n ight came on A suitable spot in a littl e glade was sel!:cted, and a hug e fir e was built to keep the wild b eas t s of th e forest away. The fir st h ours of the night passed. Jobo, the native guide, s lipp ed away, unperceived, in the dark ness. When he returned, he saw that a ll hand s were asleep, save a couple of the natives and Hiram off, who were on guard. The fire still burned brightly. Twelve o'clock at last came, and, yawningly, Hiram Boff started to awaken Dailey to take his turn at keep watch. Suddenly som et hing struck him on the side of the head, and, gi,ing a quick gasp he fell in a h ea p to the ground, unconscious. The.next m oment a loud savage yell rang out, and a horde of du s ky Damarians rushed up on the sce ne, brandi shing the ir war club s and springing nimbly about in the firelight. The Rever end ]. L. Dail ey awoke with a start, and, grasping his rifle, sprang to his feet. B efore h e could comprehend the s ituation, he was felled to the ground, and bound hand and foot. next instant a ru sh was made for the wagon, and the two f e mal es were dragged forth. In vain did their screams ring out on th e still night air. They were heard by none but the barb a ric horde that surrounded them. Their hands were tied securely behind them, and the savages began to rifle the contents of the wagon. Jobo, the native guide, stood by and smiled placidly. "Jobo, thi s is your work!" shrieked Mrs. Dailey. "The mis sns better keep mouth shut," was tl;e quiet r ejoinder "Oh, my God!" exclaimed the frightened woman. "\Vhat shall we do?" "Courage, mother," whispered Adele. "Maybe they will not harm us after they have taken our property. Keep up a good heart." When morning dawned the savage band started in a northeasterly direction through the forest, taking their captives with them.

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I 8 BRAVE AND BOLD CHAPTER VII. AR)!STRONG TAKES "FRENCH LEAVE." "We are going to start on an exploring expedition pretty soon, with Captain Dick Hazel at our head." When Chris spoke thus of going on an exploring expedition, Dick began to think. Why shouldn't they? Here they were, on the coast of a wild part of Africa, with no signs of any civilizatio n whatever. They were well equipped for a trip through the forest and jungle. He liked adventure-why not explore a little un t il they came across a civilized spot? Dick broa che d the idea to the rest. "Of course, answered Chris, "that is the very thing I thought of when I sooke." "Sartin, will go on a splorin' voyage," said Sailor Jack. "You fell e rs will be th e r young splo rers, a n I'll be old Sailor Jack, in company as a kinder consort for ye. Go Why, in course we will. Sure as pitch 'll melt in ther sun!" "I'm satisfied, I am sure," said Armstrong, as all eyes were turned in his direction to ascertain what he thought of the idea. ''I'll be satisfied with anything at all." "Well, th e n," shouted Chris, "hurrah for Captain Dick Hazel, of the young explorers !" The cheers were given with a will, and then all hands began m aking preparation for a start at once. No s i gns of the other boats o r any of the crew could be seen, and Dick judged that, if t h ey had l anded at all, they must have land ed farther d ow n on the coast. Gathering up all their effects, they turne d their backs to the coa s t and started inland in a southwesterly direction, to find, they knew n o t what. All day they kept on the march, only halting once to take a slight lunch. At length the sun began to sink low in the west, and the signs of nightfall be gan to make them se lves known. Dick and Armstro ng h app ened to be a little in advance of the others, and at l e n gth, when they rpunded a small b end where some rocks reared themselves ove r a ti ny waterfall, the vindictive youth gave our h ero a sudden push, causing him to lose his bal ance and topple over the edg e of a huge bowlder. Dick made a d esperate clutch as he felt himself falling, and succeeded in grasping the jagged edge of the bowlder. "Curse you, let go!" hi ssed Armstrong, kicking furiously at hi s fingers "The alligators want you below!" Our hero glanced has tily b eneath him, and then gave an involuntary cry for h e lp. Beneath him a few f eet was a dark, inky po o l of water, and in it, with their jaws wide exte nd ed, as if invi ti ng him to come d ow n, were two monster crocodiles. But the crocodiles were not to have a white boy for supper that night, for at the very m oment our hero felt that h e must let go his hold, H a ns and S ai l o r J ack appeare d upon the scene, and Armstrong was flung to the groun d The next m o ment Di c k was draw n safely up. "Mine Gott Dick! He vos try to kill you!" exclaimed H a ns. "You are ri ght Dutchy," replied Dick, r egai ning his breath, "and I am going to thrash him within an inch of his life for it, too! R a ise him to hi s feet, Chris; h e 1'as got to fight!" "Good enou g h," r eplie d Chris; "that's twice he has made an attempt on your life. If you don't thrash him soundly, I'll take a h and m yself, and won't let up unti l I have finis hed him en tirely." "Now, Bob Armstrong," said Dick, rolling up his sleeves, "I don't know whether I am able to whip you or not, but I am going to do my best. Rest assured that if I am able to do it at all-and I think I am-I am going to do it w e ll. Now, then, are you willing to fight me, or mus t I force you?" I'll fight," was the reply, in a dogged tone "Ready !" shouted Chris, as the two faced each other. Armstrong led off first, with a neat right-hande d blow, which was at once neatly parried by our hero. Spat! This time Armstrong got it on the jugular vein, and he fell uncon s cious on the greensward. It was s eve ral minutes before he regained his s e nses. When he did so, he groaned dismally, and turned over on his side. "Have you got enough?" ask e d our hero. "Yes-for the prese nt," was the reply. "I am sorry I settled you so quick. I wanted to teach you a less on." "Blast me if I don't think he has got all the lesson he wants," chuckled S ailo r Jack. "Py chiminy, I guess me dot is so," said Hans. "Sure," put in Chris. "Well, now that the fight is over, and it is beginning to get dark, I propose that we camp here. It is as good a place as we can find, perhaps." No objection being rai sed, they proceeded to do...sa. The fir s t thing to be done was to start a good fire, to scare any wild beasts that might be roaming about, and our friends began at once to gather some brushwood for the purpost, leaving Armstrong still lying on th ground. In the space of a couple of minutes they returned to the spot with their arms full. "Where is dot Armstrong?" ejaculated Hans. Armstrong was nowhere to be seen. He had taken "French leave." CHAPTER VIII. ARMSTRONG FINDS AN ALLY. As soon as Armstrong saw that his companions had turned their backs for a moment to search for wood with which to start a fire, he cautiously arose, and, pi cking up his coat and belt, he glided silently into the mazes of the jungle, out of sight. He had made a suddenresolve to leave his companions and strike out on his own hook. So strong was his hatred to Dick that he almost hesitated about leaving without fir st attempting to do him some injury, but on second thou ght he made up his mind to bide his time and wait for a better opportunity. "He got the best of me this time, but my time will jlrel y come," he muttered, as he made his way silently through the undergrow t h, rifle in hand. It soon began to grow dark, and Armstrong began to feel a little uneasy at being alone in a great where wild beasts had their lairs. Prese ntly, the roar of a lion was heard near at hand, and Armstrong, becoming now thoroughly frightened, took refuge up a tree. "I almost wish I had stayed with Hazel and his crowd," he soliloquized, shivering, "for this is deucedly unpleasant, and no mistake. But, at any rate, I guess I can tough it out till morning; the l i o n can't get up here, that's one consolatio n ." Nearer and nearer came the sound, and pres11ntly the ferocious king beasts was joined by another. 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' BRA VE AND BOLD 9 two is worse yet. I will stay here till morning, and then, if they don't go away, I'll have a chance of killing them." With this conclusion, he se ttl e d down in a fork of the tree, and the lions becoming more silent, Armstrong at la s t fell into a fitful slumber. When he awoke it was daylight, and, glancing b e neath him, he found that his terrible tormentors of the night b efo re w e re no where to be seen. Gently extricating himself from hi s cramped position, he made his way slowly to the ground. He at on c e set out through the jungle, holding his rifl e in readi ness, in case he met with some forest d e nizens who might oppose his further progress. The rascally y oung sailor kept on his cours e for, perhap s three or four hours, when suddenly he was startled to hear the sounds of guttural voices in the distance. He also det e cted the smell of smoke, and he judged that he was nearing a camp of some kind. Now, Armstro ng p os s esse d c ons iderable nerve, although he had been terribly frightened by the-pair of lions the night before, so he concluded to reconnoiter a bit before walking boldly to the camp, if such it really was. Dropping to the ground, he made his way cautiously along in the dire ction the voices came from. After sp ending about ten minutes in this manner, he at last came in sight of a small, natural clearing. It was a camp, sure enough, that he saw, and it was composed of a du s ky band of n a tives. He raised his head and peered cautiously about. Su ddenly he gave a violent start. What did he see? No wonder h e was surprised, for in the center of the camp was a yoke of oxen and a large yellow-topped wagon, while on the ground near it, bo un d hand and foot, were four white persons. It did not take him long to discover that two of them were females. "Whew!" whi s tl e d Armstrong, under his breath. "Prisoners, eh? I wonder who they are, and what kind of a gang th e m cussed blacks are? I wonder how it would do to make fri ends with them, and join them? I've a good noti on trying. D e uc e dly pretty girl that, and no mistake. I wonder who she is, and what white people are doing in this outlandish place, anyway? I guess I'll--" The villain's soliloquy was s udd e nly cut short. Something in the shape of a dusky h a nd seized him by the nap e of his neck and j e rked him over backward, with such force as to nearly knock the breath from his body. "\Vhat do white man do here?" he heaf\d a voice ask, and, glancing up, he b e held an ebony-colored native standing over him in a threatening attitude. It was several seconds before Armstrong could find the use of his tongue, so sudden had it all happened. When he did so, he s aid, in a supplicating tone of voice: "Don't harm me, my good Mr. Native; I'm a friend "How I know you are friend?" asked his captor, still holding aloft the club. \ ''I'll tell you," said the villain, gaining a little courag e at the delay he had gained; "I tried to kill one of the young fellows I was with, but got a good b eating for it, so I watched my chance and left them. See?" and he p ointe d to his swollen nasa l organ and bruised face, to veri f y his words. "Do look so been licked," and the native lowered his club, a slight grin overspreading his dusky countenance. "It's true," repeated Armstrong. "Now, if you let me be, I'll iom your party; I'd be a big assistance to you. See, I have got a good g un, and know how to us e it. Then, we could hunt up the party I left, and I could get square on them." "How many in party?" "Four-three boys an d an old sailo r." "Good! Y\'hat your n a me white man?" "Bob Armstrong. Now, what is yours, my good chief?" "My n a me J obo ; I a guide from Barmen. People there think good nigger; but all these blacks my fri e nds, and do what I say. Getting tire d of town; lik e woods b ette r." "Ah, I see! whic h way are you going now?" "To vill age of black men-way over there. Ten, twenty, thirty days' trave l." "Well, Jobo, let me go with you, and if I don't do just as I say \\'hy, kill me; that's a ll." "All right, Strongarm; get up; go see my men." Armstrong ob eyed, tha nking his stars for the lucky windfall he h a d struck. Eve n as h e arose to his feet visi o ns of the beautiful captive white girl he had see n came before his mind, and he already sa w her as his bride, with his hate d enemy, Dick Hazel, dying in ago ny at hi s feet. CHAPTER IX. HANS SUDDENLY DISAPPEARS. "Well, I 'll be blowed if the cussed warmint hasn't up anchor an' ske d addled, 'tho ut firing a parting salute!" exclaimed Sailor Jack, dropping his armful of wood to the ground. "He has, sure enough," sa id Dick. "I bet he will b e sorry for it before l o ng," remarked Chris. "But, if he chooses to leave us, I am satisfied." "It vos better dot he _go, anyvay," put in Hans; for, PY chim iny he vos no goot." "I don't suppose there is any use of us looking for him," said Dick, as he proceeded to kindle a fire; "so we may as well pro ceed to cook our supper." Dick's companions nodded their heads in as se nt, and soon some steaks from the h aunch of a species o f red deer, which had been by Dick that afte rnoon, were sizzling over the fire, sending out an appetizing odo r. The young explorers were tired, from their long journey, and hun gry, accordingly; and the last of their suppe r soon vanished. It was nece ry that a watch shou ld be kept, so the four took turns at remai 1ing on guard throughout the night. \Vhen morn ing dawned a hearty breakfast was eat e n, and the young explor ers again set out. The atmosphere was h o t and stifling, and they found traveling to be rather laborio11s, und e r the circumstances. About noon they c:ame to the banks of a dirty, sluggish stream, and the question as to how they were going to cross it con fronted them. They followed the marshy bank of the river for at least half a mile, but no su i tab l e Jlace fer crossing came yet. "Blowed if I ain't a-gittin' tired!" exclaimed Sailor Jack; "if we must git across Jet' s swim for it. I don't see any of them blasted croc odile critters about h ere." Suddenly a loud commotion in the wat e r was heard, and a m o nste r hipp opotamus was observed coming across the stream, and making directly for the spot where they stood. Dick, who knew the nature o f these amphibioqs animals, was aware of the fact that they seldom attacked any one unless m<> Jested.

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l!O BRA VE AND BOLD Pretty soon they perceived a pair of crocodiles swimming in hot pursuit. The river-horse, as hr is sometimes termed, evidently did not like the idea of a fight with his pursuers, and he was putting in his best "licks," as the saying is, in his endeavor to reach the bank. The young explorers stepped aside, at a safe distance, and a waited the result, The crocodiles were steadily gaining, and presently the fore most one overtook the hippopotamus, and fastened his huge jaws in its flank. Then ensued a scene which baffles description. For the space of several moments the wate r flew like a fount<1in, and the deep stillness which bad hitherto pre\'ailed was broken by the snorting cries of the river-hors e The young explorers were spellbound, and gazed in speechle s s amazement at the terrible fight. Soon the water in the vicinity of the struggling combatants became dyed with blood, and the cries of the hippopotamus began to grow fainter. The crocodiles had had the best of it from the start, and in ten minutes' time they h<1d slain their enemy and began a fight over the carcass. Soon half a dozen more of the scaly monsters appeared upon the scene, attracted by the smell of blood. Our heroes watched until they became disgusted with the fero ciousness of the scene, and then started on farther. up the river. Presently, they arrived at a spot where a small hill reared itself abrnptly. The stream, which was very narrow at this point, suddenly dis appeared altogetlrnr. ''Veil, py chiminy !" exclaimed Hans, "I vos plamed if the river dont' run avay py a big hole in der groundt. I gue&s me dot I find me dot out alreaty." He stepped to the edge of the bank, as he spoke, The river, which was what is known as a "blind" stream, started underground at this point, and rushed past with a very strong curent. Suddenly a portion of the bank on whi<;h 'Hans was standing gave way, pitching the inquisitive Dutchman headlong into the water. A gurgling cry was heard, and he was sucked out of sight CHAPTER X HIRAM BQFF MAKES HIS ESCAPE. The nat,ive blacks, with Jobo at their head, proceeded on their journey with their prisoners Bob Armstrong had succeeded in getting on the best of terms with the rascally guide, and the two kept together pretty much of the time. The villainous young seaman was very jubilant at the way things had turned out since his leaving his companions, and, vhen he had become accustomed lo his new surroundings, he en deavored to get on friendly terms with the beautiful Adele Dailey. But his friendly advances in that direction were lost, for the girl scorned him as though he had been a vile worm. Two days passed. The prisoners were treated fairly well, but they chafed under their confinement, and continually watched for a chance to make their escape. At last a cha11ce came-for one of them, at least. As the party went into camp on the evening of the third day since the missionary and his family had been betrayed by the treacherous Jobo, Hiram Boff, the Yankee, piscovered that the thongs which bound his hands appeared to be working loose. A little tugging and twisting proved that this was really the case, and he had the satisfaction, of feeling them slip off altogether. He was reclining at the foot of a large ironwood tree at the time, and was some distance from his friends-so fa,r, in act, that he was afraid to make the attempt to inform them of his good luck. Slowly drawing his hands from behind his back, he began the of untying the thongs which bound his legs. In 'an almost incredible short time he had accoh1pJished this feat; and then, keeping his eyes fixed on the blacks, he bega11 moving on his back to the other side of the tree. He managed to do this unobserved, and, when he had placed the huge tree between him and bis captors, he breathed a sigh of relief. Gently turning over on his stomach, he crawled silently into the jungle. Arriving at a distance from the camp, he ar6se to his feet, stretched himself, and chuckled, "That was putty well did, darned if it wasn't!" htl said to him. self. ''I wish I could git ther dominie and his folks a.way, too; but I can't do it at present. l'll have to hunt up the I heard that clod-rotted Armstrong talkin' about, and get their as sistance. Mebbe we kin do sumthin' then. I gt1ess I hed better see if my weepins are all right. Bully idea of mine-them cow hides "The "cowhides" in question were an immense pair of top boots, which Hiram always wore. He had not had them off since the night of his capture, and he chuckled almost audibly as he stooped down and drew a heavy Colt's revolver and a: keen.edged bowie-knife from them. "The darned varmints didn't think of lookin' there for any weepins," he muttered. "I tell you, Hiram, you're cute, if I do say it myself." Well knowing that it would not be long before his escape would be discovered, Hiram thrust his revolver and knife in his belt, and started at a quick pace through the tangled undergrowth. Scarce five minutes had elapsed since he left the tree at the camp, and presently he heard the loud, guttural yells of the blacks, which told him plainly that they were acquainted with the knowledge of his absence. "If the darned rascals catch me," muttered Hiram, bet;.ween his clinched teeth, "they hev got ter be good on ther run, thet's all. I'll lead them a game of fox and hounds." Putting in his best licks, the Yankee went crashing through the jungle, making a large amount of noise and not very fast head way. He soon found that he had to be more cautious, for, being led by the noise he made, the blacks were now in close pursuit. Presently Hiram changed his tactics by ceasing in his headlong rush and starting silently in an oblique direction When he halted, his pursuers stopped also; but, thinking it so11e trick to throw them off the track, they at once began to spread out in all directions. ''Darn their black hides! They mean business But I'll be blamed if they are go in' ter catch me. I'll cut some of their winds short first!" On went the Yankee, as fast and as silent as possible. Presently he had the satisfaction of hearing the so u nds of pur suit gradually lessening. Finally they ceased altogether.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. II Hiram kept on until at last, completely tired out, he took refuge in a tree, and fell asleep. When the morning dawned, he awoke, and found that he was in the wildest-looking part of the country he had ever seen. "I guess I had better look about an' see if I kin find sumthin' for breakfast," said Hiram, stretching himself, "for I'll be darned if I ain't hungry." Revolver in hand, he picked his way through the dense woods, and at last came to a little glade. Suddenly he heard the sounds of footsteps. Halting; he peered in the direction the sounds came from, and gave a start. Coming toward him was the figure of a man. gaunt and half starved in appearance. "Oh, py chiminy gracious I Mister, vill you give me somedings to eat mine mouth with!" exclaimed the stranger, as he saw Hiram. It was Hans, the German. CHAPTER XI. THE VILLAGE OF THE BLACKS. Sev era l days passed by, and at last Jobo and his party came in sight of the village of the blacks The village consisted of about fifty or sixty mud huts, built in a pleasant little valley, surrounded on all sides by huge, frown ing mountains. The people, who numbered considerably over a thousand, flocked to greet the returning warriors. It was plain that Jobo was no stranger there, for on every hand he was met with extreme courtesy. Armstrong had proved such a faithful villain-if such a term may be used-that he now acted as a sort of ieutenant to Jobo. Jhe ReveTend J. L. Dailey and his wife and daughter had rnf fered considerably from the long jouJl1ey, and they were glad that it was over. I But the pr_ospect of being released from their captors was a dis heartening one. They were now hundreds of miles away from the limits of civilization. The missionary was to one of the huts, all by him self, while Adele and her mother were placed in another. The prisoners had given up an hope of Hiram Boff being alive, for they thought he must cei:tainly have perished, alone in the forest and unarmed, as they supposed him to be. On the night of the return of the party to the village of the savages-which was called Linkumpinch-Belek, the chief, or ruler, of the village, ordered a huge bonfire to be made, a11d a general dance to take place. The prisoners were brought out to witness this, and a horrlble sight it was. When the order to start was given, the blacks, who were naked, save for a breech-clout made of skins about their loins, and armed with their huge war clubs, began cutting all sorts of grotesque figures around the fire All the females in the place were there, and they began sing ing a discordant sort of a chant with their horrible, cracked v01ces Armstrong, to keep in the good favor of the blacks, joined in the dance. When this sort of business had been kept up for perhaps twenty minutes, a savage young lion was brought into the midst of the dancers and, turned loose. Then the sport-if such it could be called-began in earnest. Armstrong turned pale at this new addition to the crowd, and trembl e d visibly. He began to cast his eyes about him for a place of safety, as he had had all the experience he desired to have with lions a short time before. Jobo, who was by his side, noticed this, and he hastened to re as s u re the cowardly vil1ain, saying: "Don't mind the lion; he kill two or three, and then he git killed hims e lf." "That's p oo r consolation," thou g ht Armstrong, "when you don't know who the two or three that will be killed may be. But as I am i9to this, I may as well put on a b old front and appear as brave as I can." Jobo was about rifl"ht in his explanation of the affair, for, as soon as the lion found that h e was fr ee, he uttered a deafening roar and gave a mig hty bound at one of the blacks, throwing him to the ground and liter a lly tearing him to pieces This appeared to be the signal for a general onslaught upon the lion, for, uttering thei r fie ndish, guttural cries, the blacks made a rush at him, with th eir war clups and knives, each trying to outdo the other in being the one to give the animal his death blow. The struggle was k ep t up for perh a ps ten minutes during which three or four of the blacks were killed, and as )nany more wound ed. The n a lithe, agile young warrior succeeded in cutting the throat of the enraged beast, and the struggle was ended. After this the dance was k ept up until the participants were complet ely tir e d out, and then the prisoners were led back to their huts. The sight had been a sickening one to Adele and her mother, and the two cried themselves to sleep. The next morning Armstrong appeared at the door of the hut, and, after knocking in mock politeness, walked in. "Good-morning," said he, a bland smile overspreading his coun tenance. The two females deigned no reply to this salute, but hUllg their heads in silence. "What's the matter?" asked Armstrong, in a louder key. "Have you both lost the use 1of. your tongues?" "Vvhat do you want, villain?" exclaimed Mr5. Dailey, looking up. "Go out of here and l eave us alone!" put in Adele. "Hal I thought you would speak. Now, listen to what I zay. I will give you one week in which to make up your mind." "What is it?" asked Ade le, tremblingly "It is simply this: Unless you agree to marry me one week from to-day-your father can perform the ceremony-you shall have the pleasure of seeing your father have one of his legs cut off." "Oh, my God!" moaned Mrs. Dailey. "Villain. how can you be so cruel?" "Hush, mother," said Adele. Then, to Armstrong: "You dare not do .it I" "Don't I? You refu.se, and see if I won't I If you should refuse-and I don't think you will-this will certainly happen. Then you will be given another week, and, if you don't come to terms then, the other leg will follow after its mate. If by chance you should still refu se, one of his arms will follow, a week later, and seven days after that the other one; then you .will be given one day, and, if you don't consent then, off goes the Reverend J.

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! 2 BRA VE AND BOL D. L. Dailey's head. Now, you can ponder over this, and one week from to-day I will call for an answer." With these words, the wretch laughed, mockingly, and left the !mt. CHAPTER XII. THE YANKEE AND THE GEliMAN IN HARD LUCK. "Great pumpkin vines!" exclaimed Hiram Boff, as the figure of the half-starved Hans appeared before him. "What on airth is it, I'd like ter know?" ''Oh, mister, give me somcdings to eat l" repeated Hans. 'I is most starved mine mouth out!" "All right, Dutchy; jist wait a little, an' I guess I kin ac commodate yer. That's one thing about the Boff family-they al ways were accommodating. But I you air hungry, Dutchy; you look so. I gues5 we h<1d better see about gittin' breakfast. How would broiled monkey do? I see lots of the pesky critters about in the trees." "Dey will do, oh, mister man! By chiminy, what vill I do?" "Now, jist wait a minute," said Hiram, suddenly becoming sorry for the poor fellow. Drawing his revolyer from his bootleg, he began searching about for something to shoot. It did not take him long before he came across a flock of some large birds upon the ground, feeding. Being pretty close; he managed to hit a pair of them. A fire was started, and these were soon broiling over the coals. Before the birds were half cooked, Hans seized them both and began devouring them, ravenously. "Now, Dutchy," said Hiram, lighting his pipe, after he had finished his meal, "tell me who you are, and all about you." "I vill, good mister man; my name is Hans Strauss, und I vos born mit Germany--" "You don't need ter tell me that-I knows it," interrupted the Ya11kee. "Where did you come from, now, is what I want to know? Vv as you one of the party that a fellow by the name of Armstrong was with(" "Yes, py chiminy I vos, and I vi sh me dot we find Dick and Chris, and dot old fellow we call Sailor Chack." "'Nell, Dutchy, that's what I wanted to know. Now, tell me where your companicns are, an' how you got away from them." "By chiminy I fall me a river in, and go mit de ground under for 'pout one hour, und den come out py de odder side; but mine CQmb:mions were not dere. I subbose dey t'ink me deadt already. I lose mine rifle and bistols, uncf get choked mit der water pesides. I tell you, it is too pad; py ehiminy, it is!" "H'm! You hev had a time, sure's wooden nutmegs grow in Connecticut," said Hiram. "Now that ycu have told me all about you, I'll tell yer a little somethin' about myself. My name air Hiram Eoff, and I was with a dorninie an' his wife an' daughter, which was captured by some blasted niggers. But I managed ter git away. from them, an' here I are. Tnat fellow, Armstrong, that was with you is w'.th thcr gang, and I guess he is hig'h cock in ther pit .,.r11h 'em. Now. as we understand each other putty well, you kin call me Hiram an' I'll call you Hans, an' we'll start out to look for your friends." Hans said nothing. but assented by a i1od of his head. and the two at once set out on their quest to firtd the young explorers. Hiram found the trail Hans had made before the two met, and this he concluded to follow, and so reach the river from which the German had sa miraculously escaped. "How far do you think it is to the river, Dutchy ?" asked the Yankee, as the two threaded their way through the confines oI the forest. "Mine Gott! I know me not! I guess I go me 'roundt und 'roundt mid de voods, when I no find D i ck un' de rest," rep l ied Hans. ''Well, we'll hev ter do ther best we kin, thet's all. So come on-let yourself go. But I'll be blamed if it ain't tough work, though." Hiram was about right. So dense was the undergrowth that it was with great difficulty that they managed to make their way through at all. "Hark Vot is dot noise?" suddenly asked Hans, assulning a listening attitude. "I hear somethin', too, Dutchy; wait a minute, an' listen for it ag'in Maybe it are the ones we are lookin' for." The noise which had attracted the attention of Hans appeared to come from their right, and the sounds grew rapidly nearer. Now, Hiram was p. cute one, as the saying is, and; while he hoped it might be Dick Hazel and his companions who were ap proaching, he feared that it might not. So, holding his revolver in his hand, ready for instant use, he made his way in the direc tion the noise came from, followed by Hans. Presently they emerged in a sort of clearing, and then, as the sounds of approaching men were very close at hand, Hiram mo tioned to Hans to stop, setting the example himself by coming to an abrupt halt. They had scarcely done so, when a band of half-naked blacks burst through the thicket not twenty yards away from them. "Py chiminy !" exclaimed Hans. "I guess me dot we are gone now!" "Come, Dutchy, we hev got ter run for it!" said the Yankee, taking to his heels. But the natives had seen them, and, uttering their guttural cries, they at once started in pursuit. The blacks, who were in tf1eir native element, had a way of squeezing through the undergrowth that was truly alarming to the two fugitives. The Yankee saw that they were losing ground at every step, and he felt that they 'would be overtaken very soon. At length the two fleeing ones entered a growth of acacia thorns, which at every touch drew blood from their bodies. "By gracious!" said the Yankee, it1 a despairing tone, "this is worse being run through a corn-sheller. I tell you, D utchy, we are in hard luck." "I guess me dot ve are," replied Hans, who was now trembling from pure fright. "Well, the only thing we kin do is ter make a stand an' die fighting. You take this knife, an' make mince-meat outen ther first one thet comes near enough ter yer." Hiram handed his knife to Hans as he spoke, and, turning about, raised his revolver and sent a couple of shots into the ranks of the advancing blacks. Each bullet found its billet, and two of the savage band fell to rise no more. This served to check the blacks for one brief moment, and thert, with one accord, th7y uttered a prolonged cry of rage, which gradually grew in volume until it became altnost deafening. Flourishing their spears aloft, they made a rush for the two fugitives. Hiram emptied the chambers of his weapon in their midst, and then, throwing the now useless weapon from him, stood, with folded arms, awaiting death, whic.h he felt was certain

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I ( llR AVE AND BOLD. 13 CHAPTER XIII. THE YOUNG EXPLORERS ARE Jl$ST IN TIME. For several m oments after the sudden disappearance of Hans, Dick Hazel and his companions remained speechless. So sudden had it happened that it was difficult for them to realize what had really taken place. At length Dick broke the silence "My God!" he gasped; "that winds up the earthly career of poor Hans !" "You are right," replied Chris "Nothing could save him from being sucked under and drowned in that strong underground current." "He mought come out alive at t'other end," said Sailor Jack. "I've hearn tell of s ich things, blast me ain't." "You may be ri gh t," an swered D11'.k; "but it's doubtful, I guess. At any rate, we had better follow in the directio n this ri ve r see ms to run, and try and find out where it comes out again-if it really doe s." "Quite right," replied Chris; "let us be off at once." Shouldering their rifles, our fri en ds started over the hill, fol lowing the course of tht underground river, as near as they could judge. After searching about for some time, the y at last came across a spot indications plainly showed that some one had traveled that way not long before, for in many places the bushes were broken, and the wild flowers showed unmi staka ble signs of having been trari
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BRA VE AND BOLD. and, after Di c k had severed the small roots that held it to the bank, all hands began to push upon the tree. It yielde d t o a very little exertion on their part, and presently it floa t e d clean and clear. "All aboard!" shouted Hiram. "We are off for Bosting !" He s e i z ed a b o ugh of the tree as he spoke, and sprang aboard, follo w ed by hi s c o mpanions. The strong current of the river now caught the tree, and they were soon going along at quite a fast speed. CHAPTER XIV. THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN. Ihe days passed by. The young explorers still kept their place upon the tree, which floated continually on, carried along by the strange, irresistible force of the current of the river. Frequent stops were made to supply them with but, as it was much easier traveling in this manner than making their way on foot through the dense jungles, they still adhe red to their im provised raft, and, besides, Hiram Eoff stuck to it that tht>y were g o ing in the exact direction taken by Jobo and his band of native blacks. Early one morning, after they llad been S!!veral days upon the river, they found thems e lves in close proximity to a range of mountains, through which the y discerned a pass, which allowed the river to keep on its way. The stream narrowed considerably here, and the current ran much stronger. High'rocky walls were on either hand, but presently they emergea through the pass and found themselves in a beautiful valley, in the center of which was a barbaric village. "Hello !" exclaimed Dick. "This must be the headquarters of the very party we are in search of. A pretty kettle of fish we'll be in now, if the natives happen to see us." "We had better lay low, and keep concealed from observation," said Chris. "The leaves on the tree will hide us, I think." "Great pumpkin vines!" suddenly ejaculated Hiram Eoff, "if there ain't Dominie Dailey tied fast to a tree, I m a sinner! And-Oh, scissors! there comes ther missus an' her pretty daughter toward 'him. There, see; they are a-talkin' to him. Well, by gracious! if there ain't that cuss you call Armstrong there, too. Wonders will never cease. This 'ere floatin' tree'll surprise somebody 'fore Jong, as sure :s tobacker grows in Con necticut!" The Yankee rattled his words off so fast that at last he became so excited that he had to cease altogether. Dick and Chris glanced in the direction he pointed, and saw that he was right. There, sure enough, were two men and two females conversing under a tree. One of the former they easily recognized as Bob Armstrong. To think was to act with our hero, and, being the acknowl edged leader of the party, he at once proceeded to put a hastily constructed plan into execution. Seizing one of the poles they had cut for the purpose, Dick began pushing the tree toward the side nearest the four white p e ople. He kept well concealed from vision, as did his companions, for the blacks appeared to be numerous in the village. The huge tree neared the shore considerably, and still drifted sluggishly on its way. Presently the young explorers saw the two females coming down toward the river. / As Dick glanced at the beautiful Adele, his heart gava a jump, and he made up his mind to rescue the prisoners or die in the attempt. But his eyes were swddenly called from the young girl by hear jng the animated sounds of a scuffie beneath the tree, near the river bank. 1 The distance was not over a hundred yards, and he soon ob served what was going on. Armstrong and the dominie were evidently quarreling. Sud denly Armstrong whipped out a knife. As Armstrong raised his murderous knife to strike the captive missionary, Dick placed his rifle to his shoulder, and, taking a hasty aim, pulled the trigger. As the report rang out, Armstrong fell to the ground, and Adele and her mother to the missionary's side. the knife of the fallen ruffian, Adele severed the thong which bound her father to the tree, and then all three rushed to the bank of the river, and sprang into the canoe. The next instant a perfect chorus of demoniacal yells rang out, and the blacks, attracted by the rifle shot, began to swarm from all directions to the riverside. Armstrong staggered to his feet, his right arm dangling at his s ide. His wrist had been broken by the bullet from Dick's rifle. The Reverend John L. Dailey paddled the canoe, with all his might, straight for the floating tree, which now was but a few feet distant. There were other canoes about, and, quickly some of these, the blacks started in pursuit. Then a regular broadside was fired from the innocent-looking tree, which created a panic and caused them to put back to the shore. But Armstrong was not to be baffied in this way, and, calling Jobo to his side, the soon filled one of the larger canoes with the best warriors and started after the fugitives. At that moment the missionary's canoe strnck the tree, and he at once tried to board it, when a voice almost at his elbow said: "Hold on-stay where you are l I guess we can do better in the canoe than we can on this tree. Hurry up, fellows, get in." It was Dick who uttered the words, and in a very short space of time all hands had joined the dominie's family in the canoe, which was a large one, and capable of holding them nicely. Then began a race for life. The savage blacks rushed down on either bank, yelling themselves hoarse, and throwing missiles at the fleeing ones. On, on, went the two canoe .s, the swift current adding greatly to their speed. There were four paddles in the canoe, and these were skillfully managed by the boys. Soon they had the satisfaction of seeing that their pursuers were not gaining upon them. More than once had Dick raised his rifle to shoot tqe villain Armstrong dead, as he sat in the canoe, but the missionary had stayed him with the words: "Don't my boy; don't I Do not shed blood needlessly; return good for evil." So they kept on. Soon the barbaric villag'! was left behind, and they saw that they were going directly towar d a tall, black-looking mountain, which loomed up close at hand. The river suddenly grew much narrower, and a slippery, rocky wall showed itself on either side. Suddenly a commotion was observed in the pursuing canoe. The blacks began plying their paddles irantically, aa if endeavoring to reach the shore.

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' BRA VE AND BOLD Thinking that they were bent upon some new deviltry, Hiram Eoff fired a shot at them. One of the blacks uttered a cry, and, dropping the paddle he was using with all his might, fell overboard. At the same m0rnent the canoe shot out into the middle of the stream again, and i.ts inmates a dismal wail, and threw down their paddles, as if in the utmost despair. 1f \vas then that Dick and his party learned the cause of the strange actions of their pursuers. Glancing a:nead of them, they saw that thtiy were approaching with quickening speed, a dark, tunnel-like p assage, which l ed ap parently, through the very mountain it se lf. Our hero's face turned pale. No wonde e native blacks had become alarmed It seemed that they were rapidly approaching a certain death, for the speed with which the river ran showed th a t there must be a falls somew her e in the near vicinity. The next minute the cano e s hot into the dark passage, fol l owed closely by that containing Armstrong and his rascally fol lowers. CHAPT:eR XV. THE YELLOW-SKI.NNl!:l) NATIVES OF TUE \'ALI-EY. On went the two canoes through the dark tunne l the terrified cries of the blacks drowned by the roar of the rushing waters. The mis s ionary' s wlf e and daughte r crouched low in the bot tom of the canoe, in a fainting condition, while the remaind e r of its occu pants were h e ld spe llb o und with awe. The dusky natives in the other canoe were mo a ning in terror, and it seemed as if they were striving to press their faces throug h its very bottom. Bob Armstrong was the only one who held hi s head up, and he wastoo scared to speak. On, ori, they w,.nt, through the darkness carried on by the swift, turbulent stream. It was no l on ge r a case of pursued and pursuers; both were on an equal footing now, and it see med as if they were being purs ued by the grim m o n ste r, Death, who would soon overtake them. Several hours pass ed. The roar of the waters had now become deafening, and st ill the two canoes were whirled along like corks in a millrace. Prese n tl y it beg a n -to gradually lighter. They were nearing a n outlet somewhere S oo n it. was almost as light as the outside world. Arms'trong, who was anxi0t1sly pe erlng ah ea d of him, sud denly saw the canoe containing Dick Hazel and his companions disappear from sight amid a showe r of spray. The Hext instant the frail craft of the blacks struck a shelving piece of rock, and its occupants w e.re thrown uncerem o niously outr some .going overboard O$sible for him to do so, for the man was dead. .;. Whether he had died of fright, or been killed by the concus sion, we are at loss to -$ay, but suffice it to S,
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16 BRA VE AND BOLD. from what seemed to be a certain death, said the missionary, as he stepped ashore. "Amen !" responded his wife, while the rest took off their hats. Some cocoanut trees grew close at hand, and they were so9n devourin g some of the luscious nuts. \ Then ta king their rifles, Dick, Chris and the Yankee started off into the tangled mazes of the underbrush in search of something more substantial. They managed to s h oo t a fine buck and were returning, when a shrill sc r eam rang out. The next insta nt the crack of a revolver was heard and the confused sound of many voices. Dropping the meat of the water buck, our three friends dashed in the direction the sounds came from. I t was at least ten minutes before they reached the spot, and a startling sight met their gaze. There 1vere the rema i nd e r of their party, surrounded by about forty yellow-skinned savages. They were all remarkably tall and finely-formed men, and their long, jet-black hair hung down over their shoulders as straight as that"of a North American Indian. Beautiful Adele Dailey was h e ld tightly in the arms of a sav age, who, according to his gaudy head-dress, seemed to be the leader. The poor girl gave a sc ream and fainted. At this.Dick's blood boiled, and he rai se d his rifle to his shoul der to send a bullet through the savage's brain. "Don't!" Chris, "what would you do? We could do nothing with the se f e llows now. Why, they would overpower us too quick to think about. Bide your time and wait for a more fitli ng opportunity to rescue the captives. V\That we do with such powerful-looking men as they are will have to be done by strategy. L et us follow them at a safe distance, and, in the meantime, we may be able to devise some plaq to rescue them. Come, use a little j udgment-that'S' a good fellow." Dick lowered his weapon. "You are right, Chris," said he; "but, my God! I can't see them harm that girl." ."They don t mean to harm her at present. See how tenderly that big fellow handles her-there, they are going; let's follow them, and be cautious about it, too." Chris was ri ght. Having bound the hands of the male prisoners, the savages pi cke d up Mrs. Dailey and Adele in th eir arms, and started off through the dense woods. They could hear the voice of Hans bemoaning his sad Jot, from where they stood, but it was of no use-:-he was marched along with the others. "This is tough!" said Hiram Eoff; "it air a ginuine case of 'o ut of ther fryin' pan into ther fire,' with us. Gosh! if it ain't." As soon as the band of had turned their backs and started on their way, our three friends started cautiously to follow th em. The strange race were fast walkers, and it was difficult for our h ero and his companions to keep up with them. Presently they struck a beaten path, a.nd then traveling was much easier. It was sundown when at last the party came to a village of thatched huts, which were of a neat-looking appearance, to say the l east. Dick Hazel and his two companions had been watching the pro ceedings from a safe place of concealment, and it was with a feel ing oj great satisfaction they saw that the captives were safe for a tane. Dick meant to rescue them that ve .ry night, if possible, and .then make their way over the mountains in the direction of the sea coast, toward Barmen, whence the missionary had started from. A couple of hours passed by, and all seemed quite in the semi barbaric village. "I am going on a tour of investigation," said Dick; "you two stay here till I come back." So saying, he stole cautiously from his place of concealment and began crawling slowly in the direction of the huts. Nearer and nearer he approached, now stopping to listen at some sound, and then starting on again. Suddenly, 'as he placed his hands before him, he felt nothing but empty air, and 1 ng his balance he pitched forward and fell headlong downward for a dozen feet or more. An angry growl greeted him as he staggered to feet, half stunned by the fall. Drawing a match from his pocket he ignited it. A cry of horror escaped his lips. He had fallen in a pit with a ferocious lion! It was several minutes after Dick had left Chris and Hiram Eoff before either spoke a word. Suddenly the smothered roar of a lion rang out, close at hand. Chris and Hiram sprang to ti1eir feet and grasped their rifles, ready for the beast if he made his appearance. The roar sounded so close that they had cause to be alarmed. Almost at the same instant the crack of a rifle rang out, fol lowed by the roar of the lion again, only more fierce this time. With one impulse Chris and the Yankee started with a bound in the direction the sound of the shot came from. It was this way Dick had gone, and they had but one idea now, and that was to give him their help. Before Chris and Hiram had traversed half the distance to where Dick was, they observed causes for fresh alarm. Numerous lights were dancing up and down, and coming from the village of the yellow-skins. They, too, had been attracted by the report of the rifle. Chris thought it about time to call out. "Dick-Dick!" he shouted, "where are you? Answer, for God's sake!" "Here I am; hurry up and get me out. I'm in a pit!" came the reply, which they recognized as Dick's voice. Then, by keeping up the conversation, they had no difficulty in finding the pit in which our had fallen. "Where is the lion?" asked Chris. "Dead!" was the reply / "Now get me out of here as quick as you can, for, I suppose, those confounded yellow-skins will be down upon us the first thing we know It was not Jong before Chris found a way to get Dick out of the pit. Unbuckling his belt, he lowered it down as far as he could reach Dick at once seized the end of it, and the next moment he was safely out. Nearly a hundred of the yellow-skins, carrying torches, were now d a ngerously close at hand, and our three friends took in the situation at a glance. "We have got to run for it," said Dick, with clinched teeth. Come!" He sprang away to the right as he spoke, followed by his two companions. The yellow-skins were now not over two hul}dred yards awa.t. and turning about for a brief moment. Dick poured half a dozen shots from his rifle into the ranko cif their advancing foes.

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I BRA VE AND BOLD. Before the rapid cracking of Dick's rifle had ceased. Chris and Hiram took a h and at the same business. A doze n or more of the yiollow-skins fell to the ground to rise no more, and observing the deadly effect of the weapons in the hands of the whites, the band stopped stock-still for a minute o r two, and c:xamined their fallen companions. I This gave Dick and his two friends time to gain a good !tad upon them again, and they were now dashing away with renewed speed. Up, up they went, over bowlders, along ledges, and then. for a little way, across a level plateau. The light fro m the many flaming torches carried by the yellowskins cast its refl ec tion upon ihe jagge d sides of the mountai ns. and showed Dick and his two companions to them as plain almost as day. At last the three fugitives rounde d a bend, and the n all was draped in darkness. Dick was just about to congratulate himself, when suddenly Hiram Eoff uttered a cry and disappeared. There was a rattle of falling stones and loosened dirt, and then all was still as the grave. CHAPTER XVI. DICK AND ARMSTRONG MEE.T FAC E .TO FACE. Bob Armstrong was furious at the re scue of the mis sionary and his family, and was anxious to be after them, as he told Jobo. "Which way do Strong Arm want to go?" asked J obo. "I want to find Dick H aze l and the girl first, and the n, after that, we had better try and find our way back to Linkumpinch, the other side oi these mountains," was the reply. "All right; do as you say; come on, we go find." Leading the way, Jobo started along the river bank, followed by Armstrong and the remaining blacks. In the course of half an hour they came to the spot where the yellow-skins h a d capture d the mi ssio nary's family and their two fri e nds. "It looks as thoug h somethin' a little bit more th n common ha-s happened h e re, said Armstrong; l et's follow this trail and see what we can find:" Accordingly they set out through the d ense jungle, making their way along over the trail made by the yellow-.i;kins and their cap tives. At length they struck the beaten path, and their progress became easier. They followed this along until they at last came in si ght of the village of the strange natives. Armstrong called a halt. "I gues s we won' t go any farther in this direction." he said. "It seems that some one has done the work of getting rid of Dick Hazel for me. Do you know anything about these natives, J obo? Are they friendly with your p eop le?" "No heard of this place b efore; never hear of p eop le here," re plied Jobo, shaking his he&d. At that moment they observed some of the yellow-skins at the out$kirts of their vil:age. "\,\Tell, I'm blowcd !" excl aimed l pi! ing with the m. A d:1y and :" passed. NothPg h ad been done to them, as yet, to give them the least canse io r a larm, save the fact that they were still retained as prisoners. .l\.dl:k and he r mother were confine d in a hut by themselves, while the Revere n d John L. Dailey. Sailor Jack and Hans, the German, occupied another clos e at hand. "Py cb iminy exclaimed Hans, en the second morning follow-

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I8 BRA VE AND BOLD. ing thei r "I vish me dot we get out of here soon. I wonder me where is Dick und Gris un dot Hiram i Dey vos ought to show up puddy soon und take us avay "I have great faith in our friends," said the missionary, "and I trust that they will devise some means to e ffe ct our release; but what they do will have to be done by strategy, for it would be useless for them to think of trying to take us by force." "Right you are, dominie," remarked Sailor Jack; "that Dick Hazel are a smart boy, he are, and plucky as well. If anybody kin find a way to git us out of this bhtsted place, he kin, and don't yer forget it. You kin throw me overboard for shark bait if that lad ain't got a head on him! Why--" The old tar's remarks were cut short by the sudden entrance of o n e of the yellow-skinned savages. He motioned them to rise to their feet. The three said never a word, but obeyed at once The savage then waved his hand for them to follow him, and l eft the hut. Straight on to the center of the village their guide led them, and then he motioned them to halt. A la r ge part of the yellow-skins had collected at this point, and the m i ssionary prescmtly discerned his wife and daughter among them. Grave t h oughts passed through the minds of the captives. Surely the yellow-skins app e ared to be too intelligent-looking ta murder them in cold blood. Yet it seemed, by the preparations that were being made, that something was about to be done that was a little out of common in the village. Presently a huge pile of resinous wood was set on fire, and as the flames burst upward, it shed forth a brilliant yellowish light. Then, for the space of perhaps ten minutes, the most abject silence prevailed, at the expiration of which the savages, with one accord, broke into a wild, weird sort of a chant. It was a solemn sound, and caused a shivery fe e ling to pass ove r the bodies of the captives. Then a sudden signa l was given, the savages sprang to their feet, and our friends saw five animals greatly resembling the com mon j ackass being led toward them It looked if they were going to be sent off on a journey somewhere. But before they had much time to think on the subject, i.he mis sionary and his party were assisted to mount the steeds-if such animals could be called steeds. Rude side saddles had been provided for Adele and her mother, who were handled very gently. The hopes of the captives at once arose a little higher. This did not look as though they were going to be killed. About a score of the yellow -sk ins accompanied them, all the while keeping up their ceaseless jangle. The animal Hans bestrode seemed to be in a playful sort of mood. for every n ow and then he would give a sudden jump, and then break into a sort of dance in good imitati on of a highland These antics distressed Hans considerably, and it was with ex t r eme difficulty that he managed to. retain his equilibrillm "What's the matter, Dutc hy ?" asked Sail o r ] ack, grinning, as the poor German Jet out an alldible groan; "is your horse a hard "Oh, mine Gott! You bet me dot he is!" and turning to a stalwart yellow-skin who walked at his side, he said, imploringly: "Oh, py chiminy mister, von't yoll blease Jet me walk mit mine feet? Der shackass has gone crazy mit himself." The savage made no rt}ply, but evidently divined what Hans said, for taking a thong from his girdle, he at once proceeded lo lash the feet of the wailing Dutchman together beneath the ani mal's belly. He then nodded his head, as if everything was all right, and' hit the animal a smart crack in the ribs Becoming insulted at this treatment, the jackass gave a11 in dignant snort, and making a mighty bound, freed itself from the savage, who was leading it. Away, straight for the mountains, went the ani mal, Hans wav ing his hand frantically, and yelling lustily for help. The yellow-skins seemed appalled for a moment at this, and then they started in pursuit, whipping up the animals rode by the rest of the white party. Away they went, Hans and his jackass going like the wind, and rapidly leaving them far behind. In vain did the savages endeavor to catch up with the flying Dutchman; it was useless. The fleeing animal seemed to have the very old boy in him, and increased his speed, if anything. On went the frightened animal and its burden; and at last, striking the mountain side, the sure-footed beast began picking its way upward, like a veritable mountain goat. Hans' cries for help began growing fainter every moment, and at last they stopped entirely, as both animal and rider disappeared around a bend of r ock. ''Blowed if Hans ain't a veritable 'Flyin' Dutchman' an' a 'Ma zeppa' combined," said Sailor Jack, as the party came to an abrupt halt at the mouth of a narrow pass at the foot of the mountains. "Truly, our adventures have been remarkable," said the mis sionary. "What they inte n d to do with us now the good Lord only know ." B u t the reverend gentleman was not kept long in wa1ting find out their fate, for, mounted le to go any farther.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. 19 l'hey had gone the length of their rope, and if the yellow-skins discovered them now all would be up with therrf With wildly beating hearts the two boys listened At length they heard their pursuers in close proximity to them. Soon they saw the light made from the advancing torches. Two minutes more and the entire band had arrived at the brink of the c:basm. One of the yellow-skins observed Dick's cap lying upon the ground, and stooping, he picked 1t up. At this all hands began conversing in a tone of excitement, during which many times our two young friends saw them point downward over the edge of the precipice, Dick's ruse had worked well thus far, for bey ond a doubt, the savages took it for granted that the three whites they had been pursuing h a d fallen headlong into the abyss. When they had once come to this conclusion none of them thought to look into the fissure, close atfiand, where Dick and Ch r is were concealed. Luck seemed to be on the boys' side after all, for the savages soon b e gan to leave the spo t and started down the mountain side. A few minutes after the last one had disappeared the two boys crept forth from the fissure. One of the y e ll ow-ski ns had droppe d a torch, which still lay flickering up o n the ground. Dick pick e d this up, and at on ce disc ove retl hi s hat a few feet distant, where the savage had thrown it. He at once d onne d it, and then said: ''The best thing we can d o n ow i s to find a secure place to pass the night in, and when morning comes, try and find a m eans to get to the spot wh&e Hiram fell, and bury his r emai ns." "Right you are," replied Chris; "poor Hiram must have met with a horrible death." It did not take the two boys long to find a small, dry cave and, crawling into this, it was not long ere tired nature succumbed, and they were soon wrapped i:n the arms of Morpheus. Their sleep was a dream less one; and when they awoke in the Il}orning the sun was high in the heavens. Crawling from their natural sleeping apartmen t, the boys glanced down in the valley b eneat h the!lj. They could not see the village of the yellow-skins, for it was effectually hidde n by a narrow belt of timber. Both Dick and Chris were hungry, and they at once began to look about for something to eat. It was an hour or two before they met with any success, when at last, at the bottom of a deep ravine, they came across a solit a ry stag with immense antlers. Raising their rifles, both Dick and Chris fired simultaneously. The stag gave a mighty spring and fell dead, a bullet in its heart and one in its brain. Now they had plenty of meat. Selecting a suitable spot, a fire: was kindled, and a couple of steaks from the stag were soon sizzling over it. "Now," said Dick, when they had satisfied their hunger, "let's see If we can find out what became of the poor Yankee l" Chris assented, and they made thei.r way back to the spot where Hiram Boff had disappeared over the precipice. Lying on his stomach, Dick peered over the brink. The abyss appeared to be a thousand feet deep, with numerous rocky ledges and stunted, gnarled trees jutting out from its per pendicular sides It was nothing more than a deep gorge, and was about forty feet in width at that point. As Dick glanced over from the top, he suddenly observed a piece of clothing of so me kind fast to the branches of a small, twisted tree, which threw out its branches about thirty feet below. Beneat h the tree, about fif tee n feet, was quite a wide ledge of rock. The piece of clothing no doubt, had c o me from Hiram as he fell, striking the tree in h is downward descent. But if' the tree had torn a piece of clothing from the Yankee's falling body, it must certainly have checked his desc ent somewhat; and if this ha:d be e n the case, he would have been just as apt to fall upon the ledge beneath as to go on down to the jagged rocks at the bottom of the gorge. Thus argue d Dick to himself as he arose to his feet. B e fore he could put his thoughts into words, Chris advanced the same idea. 'Can't we find some me ans of getting down there?" asked Dick; "but suppose we shout first and :>ee if we can get any r eply?" ''A good idea," said Chris; and, leaning over the brink, they both let out a lusty sho ut, calling the Yankee by name. T h ey had not thought to do this before, as they had taken it .for granted that Hiram had been dashed to pieces below. But now, even as they shou ted, they felt that their cry would be answered, and almost before t h e last echo of their voices had died away, they found it was indeed so. Faint, but su re, they h eard an answering shout, which they were satisfied came from Hiram. The boys' h ea rts gave a b o und. ''Can you show yourself?" s houted Dick. "Yes," was the faint reply, an' Fm durned glad to be able to do it, I kin tell yer !" The next moment they saw the form of the Yankee upon the ledge, below th e tree. He pre sented a sorry-JookiIJg appearance, but seemed to be none t he worse otherwise Seeing the faces of his two friends peering down at him, the Yankee gave a joyful shout. "Are you much hurt?" asked Dick. "Nothin' more'n a tarnal headache, I reckon," was the reply. "It was dayli ght this mornin' afore I came to from the effects of my fall. I guess I'll be all right ag'in if you kin git me up thar by you." "We will do that as soon as possible," said Chris. "How far is it down there?" "About forty feet, I reckon." "Well, just try and have patience until we can find some sort of a tough vine that can be us e d for a rope, al)d we'll have you up here in a jiffy." To find a vine suitable for the purpose they intended it for was more of a job than either Dick or Chris had an ticip ated: It was some time past noon when they at last discovered what they wanted, and then they started to return to the brink of the chasm. In about an hour they arrived at the spot. Hiram Eoff sat upon the ledge anxiously awaiting them. Dick began lowering the vine down. It was heavy. and began swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Suddenly it slipped from our h ero' s hands and went whirling to the bottom of the gorge, twisting about like a mammoth s er pent as it fell through space Dick felt sheepish enough at the accident, but it could not be helped. 'That's rough!" exclaimed Hiram; "you'll hev to go down an'

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20 BRAVE AND BOLD. git it, or else git another one. But for gracious sakes, chuck me down somethin' to eat afore you go. I am about starved out." "You go and get< another vine, Dick," said Chris; "and while you are gone; I'll cook some of the stag's meat and throw it down to Hiram. Hurry up, for it's tough on the poor fellow to re main where he is so long." "All right!" said Dick, glad to do something to make amends for what he considered his carelessness in letting the vine drop. It was sunset when he procured another vine, and he started to return as swiftly as possible. The shades of night were fast falling, and he was hurrying as fast as he could, with the vine wound up in a coil and slung over his shoulder. Suddenly, as he made his way along a narrow ledge, he ran, as the reader knows, plump into the midst of Annstrong's party. The sudden attack had proved too much for him, and he could scarcely realize what had happened. Even as Armstrong raised his gleaming knife to strike our hero's death-blow, the rapid cracking of a revolver was heard in their very midst, and the 11ext instant a long-eared animal, with a man upon its back, dashed pell-mell among them, knocking Armstrong in a confused heap to the ground, and sending his knife flying from his grasp. CHAPTER XIX. THE BLACK GORGE. The Reverend John ,L. Dailey's heart sank within him as the huge bowlder close d up the mouth of the narrow pass. "My God!" gasped his wife, sinking upon the neck of her strange steed; "why have they driven us in this bleak-looking, narrow place? It looks like death itself here!" Well might she utter the words. The frowning; rocky sides of the gorge towered high above their heads in a somber appearance of gray and black, while no signs 'of vegetation were to be seen. "It looks as though the yellow-skins desired us to go on our way through this gorge," said the missionary. "Perhaps this may result in our deliverance from the continued perils that have surrounded u .s; Let us go on at once, and see where this pass leads to." !'Ay ay I dominie;" exclaimed Sailor Jack; "this 'ere pass hev got ter fetch up somewhar, thet's sur .e. I'll be hit with a marlin spike, if I likes ther looks of the place, though." He started his animal ahead as he spoke, followed by the ill-fated family. 'the pretty face of Adele Dailey had lost some of its plump ness since the time we first met her, and she presented a care worn look. The long strain of the series of exciting adventures she had passed through told plainly on her. Still, she showed more spirit than her mother, was of a more excitable nature. With a hopeful feeling in their breasts the party of four str. uck out. It was impossible for them to go back, so their only hope lay in getting through the gorge, and thence to some place of safety. The gorge ran in a sort of zig-zag way, and it appeared as if nature had caused the earth to open during some convuls ion, and had forgotten to shut it up again. In some places it was so narrow that it was impossible to travel two abreast. A strange, awful stillness prevailed, and everything appeared gloomy and foreboding. Bravely on went the little party of . A1. last, at least four or five hours must certainly have elapsed, they halted, sad and weary, to rest themselves and their animals It was now some,vhat past the hour of noon, and all hands be gan to show signs of suffen-ng from thirst. Dailey called a halt, and they at once dismounted and sank down upon the hard, dry sand. The missionary prayed for a speedy deliverance, while his wife and daughter wept. As the Reverend John L. Dailey prayed it seemed to put strength and vigot in his mind and body, and he arose to his feet with the words: "Now Jet us proceed on our journey, and trust in God that we will come out all right." With a more hopeful feeling in their breasts, the party again mounted their long-eared steeds, and set out through the black gorge. On they kept, until shades of night began to make their appearance. The pangs of hunger and thirst soon became alarmingly un pleasant. But their only salvation lay in getting out of the narrow gorge, where they might find water to quench their thirst and food td stay their hunger. On they kept for a mile or two more, the animals they rode now beginning to show decided signs of fatigue. At last Mrs. Dailey declared she could go no farther. Sailor Jack, who was in the lead, called a halt. Despair itself now seemed to seize upon the four; but, devout man that he was, Dailey kept on praying for deliverance. It seemed as if his prayers were in vain. A drowsy feeling soon became apparent upon the four wan derers. They sank down upon the dry sand; the jackasses moved off a short distance and did the same. Presently a faint, undulating, whjrri.ng sound broke the awful stillness of the black-looking gorge. The little band of four listened with a sort of dreamy fc.eling. 1 In their disordered state, the strange, up.earthly sound haq a sort of soothing effect. One by one they dropped off in a deep sleep. The Jong-eared beasts 'of burden soon followed suit. Then the faint, whirring sounds began to increase in volume. Nearer and nearer came the sounds, the flapping noil>e making a kind of lullaby for the sleeping ones to dream on their sweet dreams of home and peaceful surroundings once more. What birds can be flying about the narrow confines of the gorge under cover of the inky darkness 0f night? Presently one of the mysterious of the air settled down upon one of the sleeping beasts of burden. Horror upon horrors I It was a vampire bat.I Another and still another settled upon the sleeping forms o.f the animals; then down came one upon the breast of Sailor Jack. Soon fully a score of the horrible, blood-sucking demons had settled upon the forms of our unfortunate party. And still they slept on in blissful ignorance of their dwger. If something did not occur to awaken them very soon, that sleep would surely be their fast. The vampire bats moved their wings with a gentle, soothing sound, and kept on at their fiendish work. I

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 21 CHAPTER XX. HANS PROVES HIMSELF A REfo. I;>ick Hazel sprang to his feet with a bound as soon as he found himself free, and drawing his revolver, directed its muzzle at Bob Armstrong's breast. "Now, Armstrong," said he, in a cool tone, "if you m-0ve s0 much as an inch I will let daylight through your villainous carcass At the same instant the clattering of lfoofs was heard, and back dashed the strange steed, with its rider, upon the scene. Two of the blacks had already fallen at the hand of the strange arrival; and now, as the re st of them attempted to arise to their feet and s n ea k away in the darkness, the revolver began to speak again, and two or three more bit the dust. "' "It vas petter dot you stay where you vas-all of you-or by chiminy I vill kill you deadt !" As these words rang ollt Dick's heart gave a bollnd. It was no other than Hans Strauss who bestrode the long-eared steed. "Hans-Han s !" he shouted; "by gracious, old fellow, but you're a brick, and no mistake! Dismount, and let's make the rest of these fellows prisoners." They had out little trouble in doing this. Jobe lay unconscious upon the grollnd, where he had been knock e d by the hoofs of the jackass. Armstrong was covered by Dick's revolver, and the rem ainde r of the p a rty were either dead or wounded upon the ground. J.'hat had been a great charge the German had made with his flying steed, and the shots from his revolver, which had been fired at random, had proved most It had now grow. n quite dark, and Hans turnei his attention to his steed, after assisting Dick to bmd Armstrong and Jobo hand and foot. A strange spell to have seized llpon Hans. Ty1ng his steed to a stunted tree, he began throwing the bodies of the blacks ove r the cliff. His sudden advent as a hero seemed t<;i have changed hi s whole nature. Instead of being the coward that he had always been known to be, he now apparently possessed the pluck of an artdent gladiatol". "Now, Hans," said Dick when that individual had finished his work, "you bnild a fire and stay here and watch the prisoners while I go and get Chris and Hiram. I will be back in half an hour at least, and then we can all hands explain matters a bit. I must go now, as Hiram very much needs my assistance." "All righd, Dick," replied Hans. "But hurry you up, und come pack righd avay.'' Seizing his coii of vine, Dick made his way as rapidly as the increasing darkness would permit to the spot where he bad left Chris. He had the good luck to arrive there without mishap, and both Chrjs and Hiram were very glad of his arrival 4 They were very careiul this time in !owe.ring the vine, and five minutes after Dick's arrival, Hiram Boff was standing of them. "It was a lucky escape," said Dick; "but come with me at once -I left a couple of prisoners in charge of Hans here a way s." "What!" ejaculated Chris and Hiram in a breath. "That's just as true as fate," repeated Dick. "I left a couple of prisoners back here a bit in charge of Hans Strauss." "Who are the priwners ?" asked Chris in. a half-doubting tone. "Bob Armstrong and that rascally black guide called Jobo." "They alive!" exclaimed Hiram; "why, I thought the dratted I skunks got d.rowned in ther rapids. And ther Dutchman, too, whar in thunder did he come from?" "I didn't take time to learn much about it. I wanted to hurry back and get you up from your position on the le{ige. Bt you will soon learn all about it now." Then, as they hurried along the mountain side, Dick related what had befallen him on his return with the vine to ;rescue Hiram. To say that Chris and Hiram were surprised, would be putting it mildly. They could scarcely believe it. But whatever doubts they might have ha d were quickly dis pelled, for a few minute s lat e r they carne in sight' of a fire, and the next moment they caught sight of Hans and his jackass, and the two prisoners lying upon the ground. "Veil, py chiminy gracious!" exclaimed Hans, <1s he saw them coming; you don't could pelieve how glad I vos to see you all I Now, if ve could find u s out vere dot minister mlt his wife und girl und Sailor Chack is, we vould pe satisfied ;nit ourselves gombletely." Hiram lost no time in quenching his thirst from the neighboring trickling stream, and then proceeded to prepare a meal, while Hans, in his queer way, rel ate d what had taken place since his party had first been captured by the yellow-skins "You say all hand s were coming straight for the mountains wh e n YOU.I" animal broke loos e from th e party and ran away?" asked our h e ro. "Yes, und ven my jackass git hims elf tired und stop, I cut mine legs free mit mine knife, und d e n I tie him und hid mineself till de night gome. Den I git me on his pack und go out mit mineself to find you. By chiminy I did find you, und shust !n time, too, py gracious! A moment more und you vos deadt already." "Right you are, Hans,'' said Dick. "But where do you suppose the rest of the party are?" "Somevere py de mountain, dot vas sure. De yellow-skins no kill dem, or else dey do dot i n deir place. No: dey is py the mountains somevere, dot is s ure as I knows all <1pout it." Questioning Hans amounted n ex t to nothing, so Pick at once ceased and turned his attenti o n to the meal Hiram Boff had pre pared from the meat belonging to Armstrong's party. When they had finis hed, some f ood was offered to the captives. But Armstrong refused to eat, and remained in silence. Jobe was more sociable, and bolted the broiled ground-hog into his capacious mouth with great gusto. Soon large drops of rain began to fall. It behooved the young explorers to find the shelter of a cave somewhere, unless they desired to be drenched to the skin. CHAPTER XXL INTO THE BOWELS OF THE MOUNTAlN, The stotm h ad come up very quickly, and the rain soon began to fall in A roomy cave was found close at hand and into this the young explore h went taking th e ir two prison e r s with them. "What are you going to do wit h me Hazel?'' asked Armstrong1 as he was deposit e d o n the floor of th e cave. "Are you going to keep me a prisoner for good?" "That's the only thing we can do, I guess, said Dick; "you are too treacherous to l e t go free. I think we had better keep you tied up for the present ." "It vas better dot kill him," said Hans, "den he vill b e no harm mit nopody." The light of the fire played upon the features of Armstrong,

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22 BRA VE AND BOLD. bringing them out in bold reli ef. As Haiis uttered tile words such a devilish, malignant scowl came over his face that Dick almost started. He did not tHink that Armstrong' s nature was so vile. Yet he had proved that he would he s i t ate at nothing to gain his purpose. "You said you had sworn to kill me," Dick said, looking the villain full in the face; "w o uld you do it, when you got the ch a nce, if I should let y o u g o free?" For a moment Armstrong remained silent. Then raising his head, he said: "Dick Hazel, I hate you, and you know it. Let me go free, and I promisf! you that I will never molest you again, unless--" He hesitated a moment. "Unless what?" asked Dick. "Unless I should happen to come across you unawares an' the devil put it in my head to kill you." "Armstrong, you are what I call an honest scoundrel," replied our hero; "b1.1t it makes no difference. If you had promised by all that was good and bad to leave me alone hereafter, I shouldn't have believed you. And you have the nerve to lie there and tell me to my face that you would kill me at the first opportunity you got to do so. I believe you, Armstrong-I believe you; but I don't mean that you shall ever have the chance again. I intend to keep you a close prisoner until we arrive at some civilized place, and then hand you over to the authori t ies If such a thing should happen that we should never get out of this wild, savage country, you will die with us as our prisoner. Remember that, will you, and think over it, and see if you don't think I am about rlgi.t." "I didn't say I would kill you at the first opportunity," blurted the wretch. "Yea. you did; you said if the devil got into you, you would do it. And, I guess, if the devil ever got into any one, he is into you at all times." "Quite right," put in Chris "For my part, I think you have been too lenient with him, anyway. I think we would be justified in ridding the world of such a scoundrel as he; your life is in jeopardy as long as he is about "Them's my sentiments exactly," exclaimed the Yankee. "Why, I'll be blamed if that feller are fit ter live outside the walls of a State prison; an' as there ain't Jny State prison here in this part of Afriky, I suppose we'll hev ter kill him an' ther hifernal black cuss, too." Armstrong's countenance paled at these words. "Don't kill me, Dick I Anything but that!" he implored. Dick said nothing, but walking further into the cave, he sat down. The rain still fell in torrents, and soon the fire was put out entirely.. Dick, Chris and the Yankee took turns at keeping wa:tch dur ing the night, and when morning dawned they were prepared to go in search of the missionary and his party. The storm had ceased some time during the night, and the sun arose like a great ball of fire in the east. While breakfast was being prepared, Hans, who was p owling about in the back part of the cave suddenly cried out: "Veil, by chiminy l of ain't some steps dot go down der mountain in." As the German's wor
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BRA VE AND BOLD, 23 Th,is was soon accomplished, though the, hideous creatures clung like veritable leeches. The poor jackasses were then also relieved Qf their terrible tor mentors, and a fire was kindled beneath an overhanging ledge of rbck. The beasts of burden were drawn up close to this, and then all hands prepared to await the first signs of the coming day. Sleep absolutely refused to visit their eyes 11ow, so there they sat in the drenching rai11, in a nearly half-starved condition. The storm was now at its height, and the rain fell in bucketfuls. Soon the center of the gorge was a flowing stream of water. At the first appearance of this, all hands proceeded to quench their burning thirst. The water was muddy, but never before had a drink tasted so sweet to them as did that one in the lonesome confines 0 the horrible black gorge. The Reverend John L. Dalley offered a prayer of thankfulness and said: "We are now saved, for a time at least, since the rain has so kindly come to our relief. Jn the morning I hope to find a way out of here." About half an hour before clawn the storm abated, and tbe rain ceased falling. The air was chilly, and '!Ill hanl got up and walked about a little to warm up their bloocj and cause it to circulate more freely. The sun was well up before it had grown any way light in the gorge, and, when they could begin to see what they were about, the party of adventurers mounted their anim rong and Jobo, whg scowled fiercely af. the happi\1ess shown by the others. Adele Dailey's face lit up with a \ieavenly glow as she beheld our h ero, and it was with difficlty that she restrained herself from throwing herself into his arms. But, as the found ones were in a hungry condition, all ha11ds at once started up the passage. The iackasses were sure-footed <111d made the ascent easily, being led by the male members of the now reunited party. When they arrived at the s pot where Hans tumblecl heels over head for severa l feet, it was difficult climbing. But they at last succeeded in getting to the cave, and thence into fhe open air once more. The hungry ones were at once fed, and then explanations fol lowed all around. All hands were just congratul ating each other on their luck, when a distant shout was heard. Glancing down the mountain side, they beheld a band of the yellow-skins asce11ding it as fast as they possibly cold. CHAPTER XXIII. CHASED OVER THE MOUNTAINS. "Great Scott!" ejaq1lated Dick H<1zel; "we are no sooner out of one difficulty than another comes up before us. Let us 111<1ke up our minds that we will not be taken by the yellow-skins, and die fighting, if needs be!" "We will-we will!" chorused all hands How the yellow-skins h;icj seen them they knew not, but it was plain that they were discovered, and that meant fight, flight or capture, or perhaps all three. "I think we had better proceed on our way over these moun tains," suggested the Reverend John L. I;:>ailey; "we m;:iy be ;:ible to outdistance our pursuers, and there is no k owing but what we may be able to reach the limits of civilizatio11 all the sooper if we ca11 manage to cross th e m with safety." "A good idea," said Dick; "let us start at once," The jackasses who were tethered hard by, munching soi;ne of the mountain grass, were .at once pr6cured. The two prisoners were then each lash e d on a steed; Adele and her mother took up two more anq Hans, the red oubtable horse man, whc; had se rv ed our hero sucl a good turn, with the aid of his fiery charger, mounted the fifth one, Hiram Boff and the mis sionary took charge of the animals be strode by the two prisoners, a nd the p a rty then started, as fast as the of the ground would permit, up the mountain iide in an oblique pirection. At last they struck what seemed to be a sort of natural road way, and they began to make fair progress. As the party rounded a b e nd, they came in plain view of the pursuing savages, who uttered a shout, and set out with renewed speed after them. It was hot work, being chas e d up the side of a mountain in the broiling sun, and the fugitjyes were soon panting from their exertions "'I say, Dick," suddenly called out Bob Armstrong1 "let me turn back; I'd rather chance it with the yellow-skins than to escape with you and be locked up when we arrive at some town. Let me go, will you?" "Don't you do it, Dick!" exclaimed the Yankee. "Let's stick to our prisoners as l ong as we kin." "Right you are!" Chris "Never fear," said our herp "I have sworn, if he and I both live, to l odge him safe in some lockup, and I am going to do it!" "All right," replied Armstrong, in a venomous tone; "I hopt the savages will catch us
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,, BRA V E AND BOLD. "Me, too," grunted J o bo, speaking for the fiTst time in a long while. Glancing behind him, Dick now saw that the yellow-skins were gaining upon them. As they passed through a narrow defile, he determined to halt, and endeavor to r epulse them for a time. Sending the females and the pri sone rs on a head, in charge of the miss ionary the others \ halted, and, holding their rifles m readiness, awaited the coming of the yellow-skins. At last they plung e d into the narrow defile, making a regular mass of moving men in their endeavor to get through after the -ones they were in pursuit of. "Now," said Dick, "give it to them! Remember that they would kill us if they could get us! Now!" Crack! crack! c-r-a-c-k crack! crack! The Winchester repeaters poured out a veritable hailstorm of lead. . Every shot took effect, so close were they to the struggling mass of yellow-skins, and they dropp e d right and left, like corn before the sickle. Seeing their men fall in such numbers must have unnerved the yellow-skins, for, utte ring a yell of dismay, they began to retreat from the pa ss. The young explorers kept up their firin g until the last one was out of sight, and then they again set out, following after those who had gone on ahead. On, on they kept, scarcely halting until nigh tfall. The yellow skins had r e newed the pursuit after their repulse, but were now gradually falling off. The y had chased the whites from the limits of their domain, Gnd were evident!,!) satisfied. As the sun sank be low the horizon, the last one turne d his back upon the young explorers and st a rted on the back track. As darkness closed in, Dick called a halt, and they went into camp for the night. There was nothing to be had to eat, so they were forced to make the bes t of it until morning. The night at l ast pass ed away, and soon all h a nds were ready to resume their journey. I As luck would have it, Dick managed to shoot a goat, which made an excellent breakfa s t for the p:>rty. This greatly refre shed them, and th ey set out with renewed vigor. About n oo n they came to a point of the mountain overfooking the side opposite to the yellow-skins' valley. They had circled upward and around until they had half en circled the mountain peak. Now all they had to do was to de sce nd to the country beneath them, which did not look ove r-inviting, to sa y the least. At the foo t of the mount ain range on this side was a narrow strip of forest, beyond which was '".!J.at appeare d to be, as far as the eye could reach, a trackless waste of sandy desert. It seemed the best thing to go on, though, so they started down. ward. To go back meant c e rtain capt ure by the yellow-skins, while to go on meant they knew not what. Anyway, they thought they were acting for the best, so they kept on. It was about as difi'icult descending as it was ascending the mountain, although much faster progress was made in going down. When the sun set that night, they we r e about halfway down, and it was with a feeling of some relief that they lay down to sleep after their evening meal at the side of a purling rill Dick lay down between the two prison,ers, as it was always the custom of one of the party to do, to prevent any possible es cape by gnawing each other's bonds free. It was Dick's turn to remain off watch altogether that night, and, being tired out, he somi fell in a deep sleep. Armstron g observed him close at his side, and a restless feeling of devilishness came over him. Our hero's knife lay on the ground beside him, an d the villain thought if his hands were only free how he would like to seize it and plunge it into the sleeping boy's heart. Armstrong brooded over this for an hour, and at last fell into a fitful sleep. He to sse d about in his uneasy slumber for fully an hour, when suddenly hi s hand struck a sharp piece of stone, the pain causing him to awake with a start. With a muttered curse upon his lips, he opened his eyes, and glared wildly about. The fire had nearly gone out, and it was almost as dark as the grave itself. Hiram Boff was on guard, his back toward the s leepers. Beside Armstrong lay the sleeper, and the knife beside him, just as they had appeared before he had fallen asleep. A thought suddenly struck f:ie wretch, and he at once pro ceeded to act upon it Twisting about, he discovered the sharp stone, which had in flicted the pain on his h a nd and caused him to awake. Whea he had once found it, he silently proceeded to rub the bond which held his hands fast across its jagge d edge. In a little while he had the extreme satisfaction of feeling it part asunder. He rolled over noi selessly, and found himself fret A feeling of delirious joy seized upon him, and it was with difficulty that he restrained himself from shouting outright. But the labored breathing of the sleeper at his side called him to his senses. Reaching slowly over, he groped about, and at last found Dick's knife. The sleeper slept on undisturbed, lying with his left side toward Arms trong. It was not so dark but Armstrong could see the outline of the body, and, raising the knife aloft in his hand, he exclaimed, with a venomous hiss: "Now, Dick Hazel, die!" At the same moment he plunged the knife to the hilt in the sleeper's side; and then, springirrR to his feet, h e glided silently away in the darkness, the stamp of a murderer upon his brow. CHAPTER XXIV. THE ELEPHANT-HUNTERS. Away went Armstrong, the bloody knife still clutched in his hand, his eyes blazing like those 9f a wild beast in the darkness On, on, he d as hed, plunging about over the rocky, uneven mountain side, with the word murderer glaring at him in letters of fire. A strange feeling of satisfaction, intermingled with one of re morse, came over him. Straight on down the mountain went the villain, with an untiring pace and dare-devil recklessness that was remarkable. On he kept, 11ntil at last, as daylight made its appearance, he had finished the descent and struck the level ground once more. But he did not seem to tire yet. Straight ahead he went, for about three miles, and then, as the sun arose in all its glory, he I,

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BRA VE AND BOLD. struck the sandy desert that had been seen by the young explorers from the side of the mountain. Here it was that a most abject feeling of loneliness came over him, and, with a low groan of misery and despair, he sank un conscious in a clump of bushes. He must have lain thus for an hour or more, whe!l he was brought to h1s senses by hearing voices close at hand. With a terrified feeling and a hunted expression upon his face, he arose to his feet, and glanced' wildly about him. Right before him, not a dozen yards away, were four white men, carrying rifles, and dressed in the regulation costume of the African hunter. They gave a start of surprise, and involuntarily clutched their weapons, as the form of the man arose so suddenly before them. "Hello, exclaimed the foremost man, in a gruff voice. "Where did you come from?" Armstrong was a quick-witted person, and he at once proceeded to relate and cock-and-bull story of how he had been deserted by the party he was with, and left to starve. "What might your party be doing in this part of the country, anyway?" asked the man, who was evidently the leader. "It is an exploring party," answered Armstrong. "Umph I thought so-unless they be in the same business we are." .. "What business aPe you in?" Armstrong ventured to question. "We be elephant-hunters-we kill them for their tusks, you know. Our camp be about ten miles below here. Stranger, if you have been deserted, as you say you have, you are welcome to stay with us until we go back to the TransvaaJ, which will be in ab.out a couple of weeks, I think." "Thank you," replied Armstrong, only too glad to accept the offer. "Where did your party of explorers start from?" suddenly interrogated the man. "From the Atlantic coast," was the reply. "What!" exclaimed the man. "From the Atlantic coast, did you say?" "Yes. Why, how far is that from here?" "About eight hundred miles, as the crow flies." "Is that so? I didn t think we had come so far as that." "No! Nor I don't either, ycrung man. I think your story is a lie from the very beginning." "Why?" gasped Armstrong. "Because no white person has ever, nor ever could, cross the mountains and fever swamps that lie between here and the Atlan tic. That's why, young-man!" "It's true, though, everf word of it," persisted the wretch; and then he proceeded to relate several of the truthful incidents of the journey, taking good care to bring himself in a's the mainstay of the party. "Yes," he went on, "I endeavored to reason with them, as well as I could, but two or three of them are boys younger than my self, and they think they know everything, so, of course, they refused to listen to any plans that I offered. At last, after using me like a dog, they told me to get out altogether. Well, I stayed with them for several days after that, but last night, not being able to stand it any longer, I struck out, as anything was better than living in that manner." When the lying wretch had finish e d his story, the leader of the elephant-hunters, who was an Englishman named Rube Wood, shook his head, and said : "Yours is a strange story, young man, and I must tell you to your face that I am inclined to doubt it a little. But, at any rate, you are welcome to stay with u.s as Jong as you behave yourself." "All right," said Armstrong, with an injured air; "if you don't believ e me, why, of course, I can't help it; but I am much obliged to you for your kindness, all the sa me ." "Well, come on, Mr. What's-Your-Name," exclaimed Rube Wood. "We have been away from camp all night, and met with no success. Let us"be getting back." Armstrong told what his name was, and followed the lead of the four elephant-hunters through the strip of forest at the foot of the mountain range. Some dried meat was handed to the scoundrel, which he de voured ravenously. About noon, by keeping close to the mountains, they left the desert far behind, and at leng t h struck the camp. Another white man, whose yellow beard at once proclaimed him to be a Dutch Boer, and a couple of Zulu natives were in charge of the camp. A yoke of oxen and an immense covered wagon were close at hand, and the camp possessed a rather neat and tidy appearance. A smile of satisfaction lit up Armstrong's cowitenance as he surveyed the comfortable surroundings. "So far, so good!" he muttered to himself. CHAPTER XXV. LOST ON THE DESERT. Dick Hazel's sleep was not a sotmd one, as he lay between Armstronf and J oho. He was restless, and dreamed all sorts of dreams. At last he awoke with .a start. Th,e camp was in the solitude, and the faint light from the fir e which burned very dim, showed him that everything was the same as it had been when he had fallen asleep. On his right lay the sleeping form of Bob Armstrong, while Jobo, the guide, occupied a similar position on the left. Dick's mouth tasted feveri s h, and, rising up silently, so as not to awaken the rest of the camp, he made his way around a bend of rock to obtain a drink of water from th stream 'Which flowed down the mountain. The water was cooling, and refreshed him greatly. Seating himself upon a rock, he fell into a reverie. All sorts of fancies flashed through his mind, and at last he concluded to go and lie down again. As he came back within the radius of the smoldering camp fire, a single glance sufficed to show him that one of the pris oners was missing. He had been gone from the spot barely ten minutes, and for a moment Dick was nonplused at the sudden discovery. Examination at once showed him that it was Bob Armstrong who was missing Jobo, who had shi fted his po s iti on after Dick had got up, lay still and silent, apparently in deep slumber. Springing forward, Dick endeavo red to arouse the treacherou& guide, thinkir.g, perhaps, that he was only shamming sleep. But Jobo was as limp as a di s h1rag. Like a flas h the situatio n came across our hero's mind. J obo was stone dead I Dick at once summoned Chris and Hiram Boff to his side. The Yankee produced a torch, and then they plainly saw the body of Jobo, with a ghastly wound in the side, lying upon the ground, while Armstrong was nowhere to be seen. "My God!" gasped our hero, "it is lucky that I got up' as I did. Armstrong must have awoke soon after I left, and, getting his hands free in some mann e r, struck the fatal blow with my knife, / hinking that it was me, instead of Jobo, that he was killing."

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BRA VE AND BOLD. "You are about right in your guess, I think," said Chris. "That is the only plausible theory I can arrive at. I wonder where the infernal scoundrel has gone?" "He'll only starve to death, wherever he has gone, so let him go, and good riddance, I say," remarked Jiira.rn Boff. "I don't think I will sleep any more to-night," said Dick. "That incident has completely unnerved me." Chris and Hiram said nothing, but at once proceeded to convey the body of the dead black guide out of sight of the camp, where they buried it. The rest of the party were not acquainted with what had hap pened until the next morning, when they, of course, evinced great surprise. As the party once more started on their journey down the mountain side, D.ick acted as an escort to the pretty Adele, and we can truthfully say that in each other's company the way seemed much smoothe r than it would otherwise have done. At length, about noon, they at last arrived at the foot of the mountain, pretty well exhausted fron! the Jong, tedious descent. They had traversed much the sa me course as that taken by Armstrong, and it was with a feeling of great relief that they pitched their camp beneath the shady trees of the African forest. Game was in plenty, and a spring of cold, clear water trickled close by. They stayed in this spot until sunset, and then they began to make preparations to move again. The young explorers were satisfied with their trip thus far. They felt certain that they had visited parts of the 'Qark Conti nent where the foot of white man h a d never before trod. "In what direction do you to go?" asked the mission, ary, when they were ready to start. "I propose. to cross the desert we saw from the mountains. I do not think it is more than nine or ten miles in extent, and I ai;n confident that I can see trees and beyond the sea of rolling sand,'' replied Dick. "You are right," said Chris. "Once we cross the desert, we will have no difficulty in striking some place in the land of the living." "If it is no farther thaljl what you say,'' .observed the Reverend J ohn L. Dailey, "we shall be able to cross it by the light of the moon. According to my reckoning, the planet will rise in about three-quarters of an h our." "That was just exactly what my ide
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BRA VE AND BOLD. Accordingly, Rube Wood and his three companions set out, '" followed by Armstrong. The camp was again left in charge of Joe and the two Zulus. After about an hour had passed, they came across certain signs, which indicated that there were elephants about in the near vicinity. Pretty soon, after a deal of cautious dodging about, this way and that, they observed a herd of eight or ten elephants. They were not over fifty yards away, and were playfully tearing the vines from a flower-covered bank. "Now!" whispered Rube Wood. Simultaneously, the rifles of the four men flew to their shoul ders, and, as the reports rang out, they blended into one deton ating sound, reminding Armstrong of the discharge of a cannon. Then ensued a scene which almost baffles description. One of the huge beasts dropped dead in his tracks; two more staggered blindly about in a circle, and 6ne old bull-the largest of the lot-made a violent rush in the direction of the hunters and their guest, while the remainder of the herd fled in wild dis may in every direction. "Give it to the hull in his left side, as he passes !" exclaimed Rube W oC1!d, springing into the bushes out of the enraged elephant's path. With one movement, his companions followed suit, but Annstrong was so unfortunate as to catch his foot in a creeping vine and fall, sprawling, to the ground. The hunters turned pale at this mishap. It seemed that they were going to get rid o-f their guest rather suddenly. Armstrong was rather slow in scrambling to his feet, and, when he had at last succeeded in doing so, the elephant was upon him. The wretch gave a shriek of mortal terror, and gave himself up as lost. U.!,te; ing its shrill, trumpeting cries, the huge bull elephant wound his flexible trunk about Armstrong's waist, and, raising him aloft for one brief instant, pn;pared to dash hirri into an un recognizable mass upon the ground. Bang! The.heavy smooth-bore rifle of Rube Wood sending a bur. crashing through the huge beast's heart. The ekphanf sank to the ground in a quivering heap, allowing Armstror. to drop uninjured. Then, apparently unnoticing their guest or the dead bull, the hunters dashed away in pursuit of the other two wounded ele phants. A sickly feeling came over Armstrong, and he lay upon the' ground for a few minutes, breathing heavily. That wa! about as n ear death as he had ever been, and the tncident had completely unnerved him. But at length, as he heard the reports of his companions' rifles ring out at some distance off, he arose to his feet, and soon became his old self again 1 Giving" the carcass of the dead elephant a contemptuous k ick, Armstfong strode away in the direction the rifle shots had come from. In a little while he came upon the hunters, and then, after the tusks of the mighty game had been secured, all hands started back to the camp. It was long past noon when they arrived there; and the hunters, concluding that they had secured enough ivory for one trip, began making preparations to set out for the Transvaal the next morning. During the day, Joe, the Dutch Boer, had succeeded in bribing the Zulus to assist him and Armstrong in their devilish plot; and it now began to look as if they were likely to succeed. When night came, Joe and one of the Zulus were placed on guard by Rube Wbod, and then the rest turned in. .: Their morning's work had completely tired the h.nntens out, and they soon fell into a deep, sound slumber. In a little while Armstrong softly aroee from the blanket which had been given him, and glided slowly away in the gloom, fol lowed a moment later by the remaining Zulu. Still the elephant-hunters slept on, little dreamiug of: the peril that menaeed them. It was but the repetition of the old story of the man and the adder. They had taken Armstrong in and cared for him, and now he was about to sting them in return for their kindness. Presently the fot'tr treacherous villatns emerged from the shad ows and approached the forms of the sleeping men. Joe and the Zulus carried heavy clubs, while Armstrong clutched a gleaming knife. Nearer and nearer they approached, until, at last, at a signal from Joe, the clubs were raised and brought down with siclcening force upon the heads of three of the elephant-hunters. The other uttered a sudden cry, and attempted to rise to his feet, but Armstrong, with a demoniacal expression upon hia face, sank his knife to its hilt in his bnast. Uttering a gurgling groan, he sank back upon the grounddead. The murderer coolly remo.ved hi.s knife, and then his tention to t;he others. He was becoming hardened to that kind o-f work now, and did not aj:>pear to mind it in the le a st. "Have you finished ilie others?" he savagely asked, addressing the Dutch Boer. "I guess so," was the reply; "the clubs s:re heavy, I Cll:l1 you. My! what an excellent butcher you are I stud!: t'bat man better than I could have done it myself." "That's nothing," returned the villain, eooily wiping off his knife. "Now, let's see how much dust they have got abdut them." Brutal and savage as the Zulus were, they looked aghut at Armstrong's coolness. A search showed that the hunters had about fifty po1ll'lds be tween them about their persons, and this Armstrong at once pro ceeded to divide equally with his thre companions. Then the oxen were hitChed to the wagon, and they started on the back trail, in the direction of the Transvaal, leaving the bedies of the hunters lying where they were. CHAPTER xxvrr. THE WOUNDED BUNTER. "Lost .on the desert I" Dick's words rang ltke a death-kntil In the ears of the rest of the party. It seemed as if fate was against them. After from the continued perils which had surrounded them during their woodering journey from the Atlantic coast, it looked as if they had to meet death after all, and that, too, in a horrible manner, on a burning waste of sand, by starvation. The inky" pa11 of blackneu still hung over the desert, and shut out the stars. There was nothing for them to do but to await the coming of daylight, and then strike out for some spot beyond the coofines of the sea o.f sand before the sun's rays became so hot a.a to be unbearable. /

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28 BRA VE AND BOLD. Wearily the time passed by, and it seemed to be days, rather than hours, before the first streaks of the coming day showed themselves. ; Soon the sun arose like a great ball of fire. Glancing in a southerly direction, the party thought the;v surely detected a faint blue line, which, they felt, must certainly he a forest. Turning their faces toward this, the young explorers started, with a .hopeful feeling in their breasts. As the sun arose higher in the heavens, the heat from its rays became more intense. An hour's walk on the burning sand, and they saw that the faint blue line they had seen was, indeed, a green forest. All hands were suffering from a burning thirst. At length, faint and well-nigh exhausted, they reached the edge of the African woods, and left the sandy waste behind them. A stream of water was soon found, and, after slaking their thirst, all hands sank down upon the cool, mossy ground, to ob tain the rest they were so sorely in need of. The long st.
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I BR A VE A N D B OLD "Because I didn't try and carry the girl I was telling you about off with me. I tell you, she is a beauty, and no mistake!" "You mean the missionary's daughter?" "Yes; and if it hadn t been for that cursed Dick Hazel, I could have done so. But one consolation-I settled his account, and he will never get her!" "That's so," assented Joe; "but come, Jct us eat this grnb. It smells as though it might be goo d." At that moment one of the Zulus uttered a sharp cry, and ran up to the two villains. But, before he could open his mouth to utter a word, the crack of a rifle was heard, and he tumbled headlong into the fire-stone dead. Joe sprang to his feet, and seized his rifle, while Armstrong drew his revolver and glared wildly about in dismay. The next instant a voice came from the bushes, which the vil lain recognized only too well: "Bob Armstrnng, your race is run! We have got you and your companions covered with our rifles, and you may as well give in, for we are going to take you, d ea d or alive!" It was the voice of Chris Larsen that uttered the words. For a m o ment Armstrong turned as white as a and then, giving a yell of defiance, fired his revolver in the direction of the voice. But Chris had anticipated something of this sort, and had changed his position immediately afte r he had ceased speaking. Consequently, the bullet flew wide of its mark. "I will never give up!" shouted Armstrong. "Shoot me down, if you will, but don't think I am fool enough to surrender!" Plucking up a little courage, the Dutch Boer fired a shot in the bushes, and then both began to retreat toward the waJOn, fol lowed by the remaining Zulu, who seemed to 'be badly fnghtened. "Charge!" exclaimed Dick Hazel, bursting through the bushes, followed by th e rest of the party. Crack! crack! crack t The reports rang out in rapid succes sion, but Armstrong and Joe managed to reach the without being hit. But the Zulu tumbled to the ground, with a bull e t in liis back, just as he reached it. Then for a moment the two villains began to pour out an :m swering fire, which checked the young explorers in their rnsh, and told them to be more cautious if they desired to escape without lo ss of life. For the next five minutes neither side fired a shot, and th e n oc casio nally one would come from either side, neither doing any damage Suddenly Armstrong's scheming brain hit upon an idea. "Come, Joe," said he, "let's sneak out of the fr ont part of the wagon. It is our only chance, for they are bound to get the best of us in th e end." Joe signified his willingness, and the two sprang noiselessly out of the wa on and glided away in the bushes. Straight Jong the wagon track they kept, until suddenly they saw the missionary and his family, with the two jackasses. "Well!" ejaculated Armstrong, "did you ever see such lnck?" Stealthily creeping up, they arrived within a few feet of the un sti pec ting ones. . Making a sudden leap, Joe felled the Reverend John L. Dailey to the ground with the butt of his rifle. So sudden was the onsla;1ght that for a few moments Ad ele and her mother r e mained speechless. As the Dutch B oe r seized h e r in his strong arms and sprang upon the b east's ba c k. h e r power of s peech returned, and she let out one wild cry for help. Then his hand was placed over her mouth, and the jackas s gal loped madly away, followed by its mate, which was bestrode by Armstrong. CHAPTER XXIX. "LV.R DICK HAZEL IS HERE!" Five minutes passed. t As no more shots came from the wagon, Dick's party began ttJ su spect that something was wrong. . They were just on the verge of roakmg a break for 1t, and run the risk of being shot, when a piercing scream rang out, fol lowed by the sound of fleeing hoofs. Di<:k recognized the voice. It was Adele Dailey, and she was certainly in distress. Making a sudden bound, Dick darted to the spot where he had left the missionary's family, followed by the rest of the party. Both the reverend gentleman and his wife lay upon the ground, while Adele was nowhere to be seen. "My God! What has happened?" exclaimed our hero. "That villain, Armstrong, has got the best of us, after all!" "See!" said 'Chris, pointing through an opening in the forest; "there they go, with the two jackasses, and they have got Adele, too!" For a brief moment Dick reeled like a drunken man, and then his manner suddenly changed. "Attend to Mr. Dailey and his wife, and then follow me. I am going to rescue her, or die in the attempt I" Uttering these w ords, our hero dashed away in pursuit of the flying fugitives, tifle in hand, worked almost into a frenzy. But he was soon left far behind, and presently the dis appeared from sight. A plain trail was left, however, and he kept on, with an untiring gait that was remarkable. On, on, now running, now walking, but with the same impulse that had first come over him. Dick knew full well that his companions would follow him, so he kept on the trail, which now began to show signs oi being' a regular road. At last th e sun below the horizon, and Dick was forced to the conclusion that, if he overtook the villains before morn ing, it would be by chance o nly. Just as darkn ess ;et in, he came to the bank of a swift-running strea1 :1, along whicii ran the road. A log was floating down near the ihore' at that moment, and, prompt ed by a strange feeling he could not resist, Dick sprang overboard and climbed up on it. He then began to drift rapidly down the stream. It was mtkh faster and easier traveling than on foot and, be sides, he was going in the very direction as that taken by Annstrong a nd the Dutch Boer with their fair captive. A couple of hour pa ssed by. Dick still retained his seat up o n the log rifle in hand. Suddenly he was startled by see ing the light of a fire on the left bank of the st ream. A su dd e n thought struck him. What if this was the camp of the ones he was in search of? He did n o t think it probable that t here were any other human beings about. Yet on second thought, he concluded that this was liable to be the as the road on the bank of the river showed signs of civilization. As th e fir e was on the same side of the river as the road, he thou g ht it would be worth his while to investigate a bit. Moving his le gs, he gradually worked the log in shore, and at last landed, a few hundred yards above the camp-fire-if such it really was. Proceeding with th e utmost caution, he made his way along. A th ousand conflicting emo ti o n s passed through his mind. But a single glance showed him hat !hey were not the ones he was in search of. Crawling a little n ea r er, he sa w that there were three men seated about the fire-a white man and two blacks. Close at h a nd a was tethered, all ready to mount. A gla nce <;bowed D i ck that the h orse was a fine one-in fact, he was much more 'taken up with the appearance of the horse than he was with its m as ter, who was a short, dumpy Hollander, of a viciou s domineerin g appea rance. He wa s seate\) before th e fire, eating a piece of Ji.a.If-cooked meat. and thr blacks, who were evidently his servants, stood at eithei' side of him, ready to obey his slightest command Ail this Dick t ook in at one sweeping look and he \Vas just making up his mind to ste p forward and question the man in regard to the ones he was in search of, when he was suddenly st;i.rtled by hearing the sounds of approaching footsteps. Thinking that it was some one who b e longed to the Holland er's party, he concluded to wait until they had arrived before m ak ing hi s inquiry. But he soon saw that it was no one who belonged to that camp that was coming, for, as soon as h e heard the sot1nds of advancing footsteps, the Hollander sprang to his feet, in evident alarm, and seized his gun. The next moment the approaching ones burst into view. Dick's heart gave a bound.

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BRAVE AND BOLD. Before him stood Armstrong, Joe, the Dutch Boer, and Adele Dailey. The girl said never a word, but possessed such a frightened look that our hero's heart melted in pity for her. So excited die! Dick get that it was difficult for him to restrain himself from shooting the two villains in their tracks. But he made up his mind to wait a minute or two before he proc eeded to act. Suddenly he gave a start. The two villains and their captive were on foot. Where were the animals they had ridd en? Before our hero could bring himself to form any conclusion in regard to this matter, Armstrong advanced toward the Hollander and spoke. "Friend," said he, in a tone of the deepest distress, "can you assist three wayfarers by helping them to get to the nearest set tlemenrl"' '"What you do about here on foot?" demanded the Hollander, in a shrill, piping voice. "We had horses, but mine stumbled and broke its leg, and, while my friend was assisting me, hi s horse ran away, so we have been making our way on foot for nearly a n hour." Armstrong spoke these words in such a whining voice that Dick was almo s t tempted to spring from his place of concealment and clutch him by the throat. The Hollander was evidently suspicious of his visitors, for, clearing his throat, he said: "What you do with a girl in this wild place? This is no place for such as she. You think you can fool me-something is wrong, I'm sure. How much 1T1QL1ey have you got to give me if I help you?" The fat rascal's eyes twinkled as he spoke. "Oh," went on Arms trong, "now you are talking. The tronble is jnst this: The young lady here is my friend's and I am going to marry her as soon as we get to a place where we can get the services of a clergyman. I will give you twenty pounds if you will take us to such a place." As the villain spoke the s e words, Dick saw Adele's breast heave convulsively, and she made a motion as if to speak, but be fore she could do so ti)e Dutch Boer h a d thrust his hand over her mouth. "I will tell you what I will do," said the Hollander, thinking he had a chance to make a little money, "I'll take you to my place, and keep you for a couple of days, and 'th e n fix yon out with good horses and start you off for the Tra nsvaal. Bnt you must pay me two hundred pounds for this, or I'll not h elp vou one little bit." Now, Armstrong did n o t have as much inoney as that, but without a moment's hesita t'')n he agreed to the proposal, and paid the man twenty pounds a s a sort of retainer. "How .far is it to your place?" he a s ked. "About fifteen miles to the sou t h was the reply At this moment Adele made a sudden s pring, and broke lo o se from Joe. Becoming hysterical. she began to scream. "Dick-Dick! Dick Baze l I she cried. "Oh, why do you not come and save me from these vill ains ?" "Ha, ha ha!" laugh e d Armstrong, seizing her by the shonlde r "How useless to call on him for help; he can never help you. Di ck Hazel is d ead. "Liar! Dick Hazel is here!" The words rang Gut like a clarion note and our hero, a re volver in either hand, spran!l' before the astoni s hed villains. CHAPTER XXX. AT THE HOLLANDER'S HOUSE. Chris saw that it was useless to atte mpt to stay Dick from his determination to follow Arms t r ong and Joe. and re s cue AdC'le, so he said n-0thing as the boy d as hed away in pursnit. He, of course inte : 1ded to foll o w as so on as the missionary and his wife were able t-0 do so. In the meantime, Hiram B of:f was endeavoring to restore them to consciousness Mrs. Dailey, who had only fainted soon opened her eyes. "Where is Adele?" she "Gone-gone!" "We will soon have her back; Dick Hazel has gone after her," said Hiram, consolingly. The Reverend John L. Dailey had received a severe blow on the side of the head, and it was several minutes before he came to himself again, and. when he did so, his brain was in such a mud dled state that he scarcely knew what was going on around him. "Are you strong enough to follow after Dick? asked Hiram of Mrs. Dailey, when the missionary had got upon his feeL "Yes," she feebly answered. "Let us sta rt at once, then," said Chris; "the trail is plain enough ." "Lead on, my hearty!" exclaimed Sailor Jack, "and, if I clap my binnacle lights on that blasted Armstrong, I'll sink his ship on the spot!" By assisting the missionary and his wife, the party managed to make fair progress along the trail after Dick. At nightfall, Mrs. Dailey gave out completely, and her husband was not much better off. 1 Chris called a halt, and the party went into camp. After a rest of a couple of hours, Chris Larsen and Rube Wood determined to star t out on a scouting expedition in search of Dick. The project was no sooner formed than they started to put it into practice. Bidding the rest of the party remain in camp where they now were until they returned, they shouldered their rifles, and struck out on their mission. It was comparatively easy traveling over the trail, which now had the of a country lane in England or America. It was starlight, and they had little difficulty in keeping upon the right track. Occasionally Rube Wood struck a match to see if the marks of the Jackasses' hbofs could be seen yet, and, becoming satisfied on this point, they would set out again with renewed speed. The minutes flew by. Rube Wood again struck a match, and examined the ground. No h oof prints could be seen. Our two friends were in a quandary. They were just considering the advisability of tu ming back to find ont where the trail branched off from the road. when they were startled by hearing the sounds of rapidly-approaching hoofs. "Vve will play hi ghwaymen!" said Chris, "and call upon whoever this is to 'stand and deliver!'" "All right," r eplied the elephant-hunter; and the two sprang into some bushes at the roadside, and lay in wait. Nearer came the approaching stee d, and presently, as it neared the spot where the two were in waiting, it came down into a walk. At last it emerged in sight in a patch o f starlight. Chris and Rube Wood beheld a large, fine-looking horse, with a double burden upon its back. "Halt!" exclaimed Chris. springing from his pla+f conceal ment, and raising his rifle to his shoulder. "Hello, Chris! is that you?" came from someone on the horse's back. "What'." almost yelled Chris. "Is it Dic:k Hazel I hear ad dressing me? \Vhy old fellow. we were looking for you. What! Adele, too? Well. this is luck!" It was even so. As Dick uttered the wo rds. "Liar l Dick H azel is h ere!" Armstrong tumrd as pale as a sheet. and dropped powerless to the ground. He thought our hero was a visitor from another world. }lot so with the Dutch Boer, though. Raising his rifle. he spra ng forward, and attempted to fell the brave boy' to the ground. But he was not quick enougb. Crack! Dic k }!azel's spoke, and he drO'pped to the ground. with a bullet in his hearL \\-ith a cry of joy, Adele threw herself in Di ck's arms. At the sudden appearance of our hero. the Hollander and his black servants had started back in petrified astonishment, and before they could recover themselves Dick had severed the rope which t he horse was ti e d with. Then, quickly a ssisting Adele upon its back. he sprang on be hind her, and dashed ;iway at a breakneck speed. At this point, the big. fat Hollander recove red from his aston ishment somewhat, and, raising his gun to his shoulder, fired a.t the rapidly disappearing horse and its riders.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 31 But the bt:llet flew wide of its mark, and away went the noble steed with its double burden at a dead run . On they went, until at last they met Chris and the elephant hunter. bick dismounted, and, placing Adele in the saddle, the four. started for the camp. At length they arrived there, and the meeting of Adele and her parents was a joyful one. The next morn1ng Diel< suggested that they should proceed on th eir way to the house of the Hollander, and in some manner make arrangements to procure horses to make their way to the nearest town. Of course, all hands agreed on this point, and they at once set out. It took them a day and a half before they came in sight of the place which Dick judged to be that of the Hollander, as houses in that section were few and far between. The sight of a civilized house almost took the breath away from the young explorers, it had been so long since they had seen any such thing. There it was, a hou se, sure enough, with its old-fashioned gables, built in the Dutch style, and it presented a rather com fortable and inviting appear a nce. The party quickly obs e rved that it was an ostrich farm they had struck by the number of the huge birds they saw about. The afternoon was well advanced when they arrived at the gate of the stockade which surrounded the house, and sought ad mittance. The head and shoulders of an elfish looking boy appeared over th e top of the gate. "What do you want?" he asked. "We want to see the man who owns this place on business," re plied Dick. "All right; you'll have to wait till I go and see if he'll let you in." And the boy disappeared. In about a quarter of an hour he returned, and threw open the gate. "C:ome on in," he said, ".and, if there is a chance for Herr Kop pel to make anything from you, he'll do it." He smiled. knowingly, as the party passed through the gateway and made their way up to the house. A man stood on the porch. Diel< recognized him at a glance. It was the Hollander to whou1 the horse he had taken belonged. A sudden thought struck him. Leading the horse up to the porch, he said: "My friend, here is the horse I borrowed from you the other night. I am much obliged to you, and', if you will tell me how much I
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BRA VE AND BOLD. The Holl an der's family of his wife two grown-up dau ghters and a son-the boy who had let them in at t h e gate. T he wife was a l a r g e -b uilt, woman, and t he da u ghters were passably good-looking girls. H11ns a t once b egan casting sheep's eyes at the youngest,' who r eturned the glances with interest. All three of the females see med to he rather hospitably dis p osed, 2 nd they soon made thing s comfortable for all hands For three day s the party r emained here, bei ng treate d with the m os t extreme courtesy When the time. came to leave, Dick found that two of the party h ad conclud e d to remain th e y were. He was n o t over-astoni s hed at this, as h e h ad n otice d a thing or two si nc e they h ad been at Herr K op pel's h ouse. The t wo who had concluded t o rem ain on t he ostrich far m had be e n offered good p os i t ions by the. .Ho: ia nd e r and. bes id es, they had falle dead in love w ith his two buxom d aughte rs. The two wer e Han s Stra uss, our German fri en d, a nd Rube Vv'ood, the elepha nt-hun te r. Herr Koppel seemed t o be a chang e d man since the young explorers came to his h o use, and, in ord e r to sh ow them h'.v really good he felt toward t hem he proposed tha t Hans and Rube v Voo d should be marr'ied b efo re they left. All hand s being wiiling the missionary ti e d the knot a conple of hours before they left. Arm stro n g's body had been i1iterred the same day he died, so the re was n ot hin g left to mar the pleasures of the occasion. Herr Koppel had supplied Dick's part y wit h first-cl ass ho r ses and all the necessary equipm e nts to r each the ne".rest Engiish set tl eme nt, and it was with a feeling of regret that our friends bid good-by to the house and its occup a n ts they l ef t Rube Wood called Dick to one side, and, placing a small bag of gold in his hand, : "Here, Dick i s sufficient mon e y for yon all to get back to >lew York-Herr Koppel h as it to me for tint express pur p ose. I kn ow that you a r e not fixed for t h e purp ose: and, i f you a re ever able to rem rn it to me, I will be glad to receive it; but, if not, it i s all the same Now, good-by, a nd God bless you!" Vv'ith tears in his eyes Dick accepted the b;>g of gold, promis in g to return it as soon as he got t hin gs settle d up in New York. Two d a ys they arrive d at the English settlement, and fr o m thence, after a long and tedious journey, they went to Cape Town. Here Mrs. Dailey was taken violently ill, and i t was many dws befor e s h e w as ablP to set sail in a ship for London. But at las t her he alth began to gradually come b ack to her a nd th e n at her request, her husband concluded to give up his life as a mis sionary forever. The day th e ship in which they b:i.d e ng age d passage set sai l Di c k felt h 'lp pier t ha11 h e h1d since h e h ad bee n t h row n un de r th e pro tect i on of hi s v illainous tmcle. It l ooked as if all things would be right wit h him now. CHAPTER XXXII. DICK HAZEL' S TRIUMPH We n ow r equest the re ade r to jump w ith us fr o m Southern Africa to J oh n Bolton' s man s ion. in the city of New Y o rk. It is nearl y e igh t months since Holton and Bill Holc0mbe. his vill ai nous tool1 conc o cted the devilish plot to sen d Dick I-hz e l away to se a never to re tu rn. What ch'lng;es have b ee n wrought in those few month ''. BJ! Holcombe h a d been dead these tw o mon ths-killed b y a horse while on a drunken spree; and John ijolton him self at t he present m oment l ying at the point of d eath. The illfate d Becky A Malvern had never been heard from, and, with the ai d of Holcombe, forged proofs had been furnished showing that Dick had shipped upon her. But, by a point of law, J ohn H c !to n soo n found f ha t h e would be unable to tou c h a penny of t h e estate belonging to the boy, save that which b a d been his r eg ular allowance, until D i ck's twenty-first birthday had pa ssed. Then, if our h ero faile d to put in a n a pp ea rance claim what be l onge d to him, it went to his rascally uncle. The court had decided that the me re fact that the ship h a d n eve r b ee n heard fr o m was not sufficient proof that the boy was d ead, no matter how much i t !coked that way. After Bill Holcombe's d eath, a sort of worriment seized up o n the mind of Holron, and he began drifting rapidly into a de cline. Thus we find him on th is day, with the angel of d eat h hovering n e2r him. How different things were from the n ight he and his accom plice had clinked their glasse s together and formed a pl ot t o take the iife of an imrncent boy. He would have given worlds to h ave that undone at the present m c ment. But it was too lat e now-too late! Since he h a d been confined to his bed, he had s uff ered the tortnres of the d amned, and he now praye d for death to take h im from his tro11bles. On t his particular day he seems to be weaker than usual, though his mind appears to be i1, a m o r e tranquil state than it has been for many a day. Hi;; wife sits at his bedsid e in a griefstric k en attitude. Presently t here is a gent l e kncck upon t h e door. Mrs. Holton :tro5e and opene d it. ''V\ '11at i s it?;' she demand ed o f t h e servant who stood there. "Please, maam. Master Dick has come back, and--" ''\Vh? c !" a1most shrieked tlY si-:-k nnn. fro-, his b e d in his excitemen t. "Dick Hazel c o me back! Gh, God! can thi s be true? If ;o, I can die in peac.;e !" He sank back upon his pillow exhausted. The next moment our hero entered the room-the same Dic k H azel that had bee n k i dnaped a few short month s before. only a littl 2 sto uter, perhaps, and bronzed by the exposure he had undergone. A peacefl\ I smile 1:ame upon the face of John Holton, and h e held out. his h;md. to ?.ur h ero. who ;p:asped i_t. "lor giv e me. D ick 1 exclam1ed #J e dying m an, 111 a vo ice but lit tle above a whisper; "fo rgive-forgive--" Uttering a gu r gling moan. he sank back upon his p1Jlow. The excit<>ment had been too much for him. J o hn Hollo n was d ead. * * * S evera l years have pass e d since Dick Hazel and his friends returned from Africa, a nd m a ny changes h ave occurred. Di ck is married and settle d d ow n and the head of a very profitable mercantile busin ess. Of course the reader ca n guess w ho his wife is. I t ronld be no other thm the pretty Adele Dailey. who had share d his m an y perils and hards h i ps while in the wilds of the Dark Con ti nent. Dick occupies the h andsome r eside nce occupied by h i s late uncle. and his aunt and his wife's father and mother live with him. To say that he leads a h a pp y life would be but _putting it mildly. # Chris L arsen is no w the captain o f one of our large merchant men, a nd. at l as t accoun ts, was still a s in gle man. Sailor Jack had been lucky enough to marry a widow in wel\ t o-do c ircumstances. and h e now e nj oys life as only a retired sea man can. The J o st we heard o f Hiram Boff he wa s settled in his native State-Connecticut-makingmoney at t o b acco farming. The crew of the ill-fated A. Malvern were n eve r heard of af t e r leav in;< the burning s hip and they must have failed in r eaching the African coast, or else, if they did so, they must h ave been killed by the 'avage blacks. Our h ero frequently hears from Hans and Rube Wood, who are still Ji,in g 1 the Transvaal R epublic, South Africa. Both are finely, and are r aising large h ea l t h y fam ilies. And so this winds up the st o ry of DicK Bazel, Explorer. THE END. I Next week's issue, No. r7, will contain "The Electric Traveler: o r, Will Carding's Journey Underground," by the author of "The Sea Wanderer." This is o n e of the best stories ever written by this well-known author. A wonderful electric machine that will travel overland or under t h e s urfac e of the sea, is the feature of this story. You can't af ford to miss it, for there is a thrilling description of a struggle b et l;een rival electrician s in it that will amaze yo i

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