Two brave chums, or, The outlaws of Blackwater Gap


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Two brave chums, or, The outlaws of Blackwater Gap

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WEE_ K 5\IER_Y ..... _--..,.____ Th., fireman cau2ht him just in time, and with one mii,rhty effort, he seiLe'1 the outlaw captain and him completely off the locomotive. I hank. you!" Oell, as he aroec to hie f tan aetzed tao == ...... bn: gbu 1 ... Yo" eed my .-.

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BRA VE <8lBOLD .ll Different Complete S t ory E v ery Week JutUll W u llly, B y Swbs&riplw lf la. s o p w year, Entered accordinr lo Act of Conp-ess in /he year zQO.J, in tlu Oice of Ill e Libr11na n 11f Congre ss Washin11o n [), c. STREET & SMITH, ;u8 Willi11m S t N. Y. No. 52 NEW YORK, D ecember 19, 1903. Price Five Cen t s. TWO BRAVE CtiUMS; OR The Outl aws o f B l ackwate r Gap. B y the a u t h or of "DICK HAZEL, EXPLORER." CHAPTER I. DELL AND ROL,L. Great excitement prevailed in the thriving little town of Canto. A train of the Canto, Blackwater and Peakville Rail road had b e en held up by outlaws. The engineer and fireman were shot down the passengers relieved of all their valuables and the mail bags rifled by the daring villains. This news was startling enough for the inhabitants of the lively little Nevada town. The C., B & P. R. R. was a single track affair of about twenty-five miles in length, and ran but six trains daily. It had not been in existence over a year previous to the time our story opens, but was already doing a paying business. Canto was not many miles from a well-known Western city, and Peakville the terminus of the road, was almo s t in the heart of the silver mining district of the prominent little State. Blackwater was the only station be t wee n them, and w as a settlement of perhaps two dozen houses. It was named after a river which ran through it, whose waters were almost as black as ink. Half a mile from the little depot the river ran through a s ort of split in the ridge of mountains that ran through that s e ction. and this point was called Blackwater Gap. There was probably no place in the State that was wilder looking or more picturesque than t h is. Gigantic bluffs and needle-like peaks reared themselves on all sides, and green valleys and y awning lay beneath them It was near Bl a ckw a ter Gap that the train had b een robbed, and the account the train hands and passengers gave of it was that the whole thing had been done by l ess than a dozen masked men. As nothing of the kind had happened before; the officials of t h e road were more or l ess worried a b ou t se n ding out further trains. And, what was more, there was not a n engineer in the

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' 2 VE AND BOLD. employ of the corr.pany who would volunteer to make the run through to Peakville. This is how matters stood on the morning following the daring robbery. Superintendent Abbott was in a very agitated frame of mind. He paced up and down his offic'e, at a loss what he should do. The mail must certainly be delivered at Blackwater and Peakville that day. Presently there came a knock at the office door. "Come in f" called out the superintendent. The door opened. A young fellow scarcely out of his teens entered. "Is this Mr. Abbott?" he questioned, politely. "It is, sir. What can I do for you?" The young man handed a sealed envelope to the super intendent. Mr. Abbott lost no time in tearing it open and reading the contents. Then it was that he looked keenly at his visitor. "I had an idea that they would send me an older and more experienced man," he said. "Age does not always count, sir," was the reply, in a respectful tone. "Well, let it be as it may. I am willing to trust you. By your appearance I would judge that you are brave and determined." "Thank you, Mr. Abbott. All I want is your confi dence, and I'll succeed in accomplishing what you desire me to do. I come highly recommended, as you see." "Oh, yes! Let me see," and t._!'le superintendent again looked at the letter. "Your name is Rollin Smith?" "Yes, sir, and I have followed my profession four years -since I was sixteen." "Well, I must say the more I see of you the more I am pleased. When--" Mr. Abbott interrupted by a sudden tapping at the door. "Come in!" he said, and then turning fo Rollin Smith, he whispered : "An employee, probably. Pay attention to what is said." Just then the door opened and in came a bright, active young fellow of about the stature of the superintendent's only two years his junior. This was Dell Watson, a fireman on the road. He had started in almost the first day the C., B. & P. R. R. began to run trains, and was now an adept at his business. '"\.\. ell, Dell queried Mr. Abbott, "any news?" "No, sir, only that T came to tell you that I will run No. 5 to Peakville if you get a man to fire for me." "What!" and the sup e rintendent sprang to his feet, "you run the train to Peakvi'.le? Do you mean it?" "Yes, sir, I certainly do, and I'll guarantee to make the run in safety, as far as the engine and boiler are cerned." "Let me see," and Mr. Abbott scratched his nose thoughtfully. "It seems to me I have heard it said that you had the making of a good engineer in you, and-by Jove! I'll risk it, anyhow! You shall have No. 5 placed at your disposal at once. Now, then, where are we going to get a man who understands firing to accompany you?" "Right here!" spoke up Rollin Smith. "I am just the man for that business!" . "You? Do you understand firing a locomotive?" qucstioned the superintendent, in surprise. "Yes," replied Smith. "My father was an engineer, and many a trip I made with him when a boy. I can and will do my part, I assure you." "I guess we will have no trouble as far as the working part of No. 5 is concerned, Mr. Abbott," said Dell Watson. "Well, go ahead," was the reply, after a moment's thought. "Is there a cond1.1ctor and crew willing to go?" "Yes, sir. Dan Hayes and his men are ready to go at a moment's notice." "Well, go to the engine, then. I will give the neces :::ary orders ta Hayes. Mr. Smith, I suppose it will be proper to tell the engineer the real nature of your ness. I judge, from what I know of Dell, that he can keel;'l a secret." The two young fellows who were to figure as the heroes of this story-which, by the way, is founded on factsleft the office of the superintendent, and a few minutes later had donned overalls and jumpers. It was a bri ght morning in the month of June, and when No. 5 pulled with three cars, which were partly filled with passengers, who were ound to get to their respective homes in either Blackwater or Peakville at all hazards, a cheer went up from the crowd who had gath ered about the depot.

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 Dell soon showed that he could run a locomotive as well as the best engineer who had pulled a throttle, and Roll Smith handled the coal like a veteran. Afte r a minute or two, when they w e re gliding along nicel y Dell turned to his fireman and said: I guess we can manage all right." "I am sure we can," was the reply. "By the way, just call me Roll, and I'll call you Dell, as I heard the superintendent address you." "All right. We can t tell what will happen before this run i s over, so -y.;e may as well understand each other. For my part, I came pre pared for an attack from the out laws. I have a heavy six-shooter in my pocket." So have I-not only one, but a pair of them; and I've got these things, too; somebody might want to wear them before we get back." To the young en g ineer's astonishment, his fireman pro duced a couple of pairs of handcuffs "I am a detective," went on Roll. "I was sent to Canto on purpose to hunt down the outlaws who wrecked the train yesterday." "Good cried Dell. "I'll help you all I can." "Thank you. I am satisfied y ou are made of the right sort of stuff. The chances are if we make this run in safety you will be appointed to take charge of this engine permanently, and if you are, I will be your fireman the biggest part of the time. I do not think I have an easy task ahead of me, but I am going to stick to it till I locate the headquarters of this daring band of villains. Once this is done, the re!!t will not be so hard." Dell nodded, as he put on just a little more speed. "No one else must know that I am here for the purpose of hunting down the outlaws," went on the young detective. "I should not have mentioned it, anyway," assured Dell. The two conversing all the way, keeping a sharp lookout as they did so. When within about a mile of Blackwater Gap they sud denly saw a man spring upon the track and wave his hat, as though he wanted them to stop the train. CHAPTER II. C A P T. C H A R L I E. About five miles from the wildly _picturesque place known as Blackwater Gap was located a government fort which, for want of a better name, we will call Fort Marco. Gen. Galveston Gunter was in command, and a right go o d man was he He was tall, well proportioned, and greatly resembled Gen. Winfi e ld S. Hancock. So much for the general. He had a very pretty daughter, aged seventeen, and bearing the name of Fannie. N otwithstanding the fact that she lived in a wild part of the country, Fannie had suitors. But she favored none of them, and the .last proposal sh e rej e cted from a dashing young ranchman of more than ample means who went by the name of Capt. Charlie Williams. This fellow was about twenty-five, tall, well propor tioned and handsome. He also was very dashing in ap pearance, and had the name of being as brave and reck less as any man in the State. The ni g ht he was rejected by the pre tty Fannie Gunter was just a few days previous to the opening of our story. Hitherto Capt. Charlie had always shown himself to be a gentleman, but when he received an unfavorable answer his rage knew no bounds. But the general's daughter was not of th'e kind who scare very easily. She had lived too long in that wild section to be scared by an owl, so she merely listened to the railings of the man she had rejected, and when he was through politely showed him the door. "You will repent this !" he hissed, as he passed from the room. "I loved you as no other man ever loved a woman, and you have made a fool of me, instead of turning from me at the start. The girl gave a silvery laugh. "I you," she said, "or I never told you to keep away. It is you who will repent what you have said to-night-not me. Depart at once, sir, or I'll call my father !" The young man went out, biting his lips till the blood came. Mounting his horse, he rode away with the swiftne s s of the wind, spurring the faithful animal almost to mad ness in order to give vent to his rage. Capt. Charlie was an y thin g b u t t he p rope r young man to become the husband of th e p r et t y F a n nie Gunt e r but he never showed his true char,acter until the night he b e came her rejected suitor.

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. 4 BRA VE AND BOLD. When he arrived at his ranch he turned his steed over to a man who came out to meet him, and entered the low frame structure. Half a dozen rough-looking men, who were playing cards, drinking and smoking, arose and greeted him. "We trust that you have been lucky, captain," said one of them. "Lucky!" was the angry retort, "anything but lucky, so it proves! I told you when I came back with the news that I was going to wed Gen. Gunter's daughter I would give you all a good time, and I meant to keep my word. But I now want to tell you that she has spurned my offer, and by her so has caused me to make up my mind to go into the business I had planned out, at once. Do you still swear to stick to me, men?" "Yes I yes!" "We do!" '"'vV e'll stick to you till death !" These and similar replies greeted the young villain's car. He smiled for the first time since leaving the presence of Fannie Gunter. "If we are cool and cautious, we will make a mint of money out of my scheme," he said. "I will lead you to the cave I discovered this very night. Fill up a bumper, and we'll drink to the success of the outlaws of Black water Gap!" The drinks were drawn from a cask in a corner of the room, and all hands drank to the toast. "Now, then, get the horses ready and we will away to the cave that nature provided for our special use. Fannie Gunter has refused my offer of marriage, but she shall be mine by fair means or foul! She shall be the bold out law captain's bride inside of six months-I swear it!" A murmur of approval went up from the inner room, and again Capt. Charlie smiled. Ten minutes later the handsome young villain galloped from the ranch at the head of his six trusted men. The distance to Blackwater Gap was not great, and it was not over an hour past midnight when they entered a ravine and rode through in single file, the horses on a walk. That the plac e was not far from the railroad track was plainly evident, for the rumble of a late trairi frnm Peak ville could he heard as it went dashing by:. Halfway up the ravine Capt. Charlie called a halt in a whispered command. "Now behold something that no one but me has been aware of!" he exclaimed, as he dismounted and placed his hand upon a mass of tangled vines. The next instant he threw the vines aside and an open ing the size of an or_ dinary stable door was disclosed. "Dismount and lead your horses in!" he commanded. must get used to this new headquarters, as well as ourselves." Without any delay the men obeyed, and soon the seven were inside. The mass of vines was back in its former position, and silence reigned in the ravine. Once inside Capt. Ch:::rlie lighted a match, and, pick ing up a pitch-pine torch that lay on a sort of natural shelf, applied the flame to it. As the flickering flame pierced the inky darkness his followers saw that they were standing in a cave about thirty feet square. The roof was and arching, irregular, it is true; it struck them as being just the place for the hiding place of a gang of lawbreakers. "How do you like it?" queried Capt. Charlie. "Fine!" was the unanimous retort. "Well, this is only the stable. Leave the horses here and come on." Much surprised, the six men followed him across the cave and into a narrow passage that had not been dis cerned by them. This led some twenty or thirty feet, and then they came to a cave that was larger than the first, and still more cozy and hidden in appearance. "Here shall be the headquarters of Capt. Charlie's band of outlaws!" exclaimed the daring young villain. "Between here and the ranch we will spend our time in the future, leading double lives. While we are outlaws we must always be in disguise, and I have the masks with me now. We will put them on, and see how we look." He handed each of them a black mask, and they lost no time in putting them on. As for himself, their leader first adjusted a wig of flow ing dark brown hair to his head, and then, after putting on the mask, stuck a long black feather in his wi
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BRA VE AND BOLD. 5 Not one of the men would have recognized him had they met him anywhere else but there! "To-morrow night we will move what things we want to this place, and then we will be ready for business!" said Capt. Charlie. CHAPTER III. "THAT IS MINE!" The appearance of the man on the track was so surprising to the young engineer that at first he knew not what to do. "It is a mse foi; the outlaws to stop us and rob the train !" exclaimed Roll. "No," replied Dell suddenly, as he shut off steam and put on the air brake, "I recognize the man. It is Gen. Gunter who commands the fort." "Oh," said the acting fireman, "if that is the case it must be all ri ght." The sudden stopping of the train creat ed no little ex citement among the passen ge rs and crew. They rushed to the car platforms with revolvers in their hands, think ing, quite naturally, that the same gang who had held up the train the day before was at its work again. But when they saw the single man hastening to board the train the most of them recognized him, and their fears were quickly allayed The g eneral got on the locomotive and the conductor signaled for Dell to go ahead. "What is the trouble general?" Dell asked. "Trouble?" was the excited reply "trouble enough, I should say! My daughter was kidnaped frovi her room some time during the night, and I have been searching high and low for her." "And you could find no trace of l1er ?" asked the young en g ineer astonished at the news. "This is all I could find, and I hardly think this be longed to her." The general took a black feather from his pocket. It was in a badly crumpled state, and looked as though it had once adorned a lady's bonnet. "Let me tell my story,' panted the army officer, as Roll Smith to o k the feather and gave it a minute examination. haven't told you half yet. About half a mile from this place, or the place where you picked me up, I met a masked man, who shot my horse from under me. "I fell to the ground and struck on my head, the fall stunning me. When I came to I found that my weapons, money and valuables had been taken from me. "It was then that I started for the railroad track, and had the good fortune to get there in .time to signal yon. Now.' I want to get back to the fort as soon as possible, and send out a squad to search in these mountains. I am convinced that the fellow who robbed me is connected with the parties who stole my daughter away." "\Veil, here we are at Blackwater," said Dell, as he slowed up and brought the train to a stop at a little station. "I sincerely hope yon will be successful in finding your daughter." Gen. Gunter got down upon the platform in a state of great agitation. Conductor Hayes came running up, followed by several of the passengers, and the situation was explained to them in a few words. "It must be an organized gang that has just started to operate in this vicinity,'' observed Hayes. "Gener:il, you will probably receive a notice that a ransorp will be required to obtain the release of your daughter." "I will be only too glad to pay a ransom for her. But, confound it all! Look at the position it places me in I Me in charge of a government fort, and to have such a thing as this to happen right under my nose! And then to be robbed by a masked highwayman, in the bargain I This sort of thing shall not be tolerated. It shan't, I say!" He was so excited now that his manner caused some of the passengers to smile in spite of themselves. It was rather humiliating to the general, they were ready to admit. As his portly form started up the hill in the direction of the fort, Dell got the signal to go ahead. "See here," said tf1e young detective, half a minute lat e r, "I've got the black feather the general found. He forgot to ask me to give it back to him." "\Vhat do you propose to do with it?" "Keep it. The feather may furnish a clew to the hiding place of the outlaws I haven't the least doubt in my mind that the same parties who held up the train yester
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6 BRA VE AND BOLD. level all the way. I want to show Dan Hayes that I can make time when it is necessary." "Excuse me! I almost forgot that I was your fireman." The crackling of the coals as they went into the furnace door made sweet music to the ears of Dell Watson, and he gripped the throttle with a great deal of pride. Only eighteen, and in full charge of a locomotive! But that was not all He had undertaken a task that experienced men had backed out from doing. No wonder the boy felt proud! He could not help but think that he had on that morning stepped on the first rung of the ladder that led to fame. On thundered the train, the daring young engineer keeping a sharp lookout. He acted like a veteran, and Roll Smith could btit ad mire his graceful bearing as he leaned from the window and gazed ahead-at his post, his hand grasping the throttle. Without any further interruptions the train pulled in at Reakville, where nearly the entire population of the little mining town were waiting for it. The passengers got off, and as they passed the engine Dell noticed that one of them-a young man dressed in a fancy Mexican costume, who had got on at Blackwater, eyed him rather curiously. "Do you know that fellow ?" asked Roll, who had also noticed the look the fellow gave the young engineer. "No," was the reply, "I don't know him, but I have i;een him before. I think he owns a ranch at Blackwater." "He is a fellow that will bear watching, I think," ob Gerved the detective. "Well, I suppose we can go and get something to eat now; here comes the wiper to take charge of the engine." "Yes; I am rather hungry, to tell the truth," and after making sure that everything was all right, Dell followed his companion to the stationplatform. As this was not a regular run, Dell did not know what time he would leave Peakville. Dan Hayes was to receive As the reader might suppose, this was no other person than Capt. Charlie Williams. It might as well be stated right here that it was he who had robbed the train and abducted the girl who had re fused to become his wife. When he saw a mere boy at the throttle of the locomo tive he was surprised. Hence his keen look at Dell. He saw the young engineer and fireman when they came in the restaurant, and l;e determined to get into conversa tion with them. So when they sat down he got up and t<;>ok his place at the same table. "Pardon me, gentlemen," he said, "but I did not know I was riding behind a locomotive with such a young engi neer at the throttle. Young man, I want to congratulate you for the manner in which yo1:1 brought the train through. This is the quickest trip I ever made from Blackwater to Peakville." "Thank you," retorted Dell. "TI1is is the first time I have ever been in charge of a locomotive, although I have long known how to run one. I am glad you are pleased with the trip. I know we beat the best time from Black water to Peakville by a few minutes." At this juncture the detective pulled out his handker chief, and in doing so the crumpled feather came with it, and fell upon the floor. Capt. Charlie gave a violent start. "That is mine!" he cried, evidently speaking before he thought. "If that black feather is yours, my friend, you evidently know something of the whereabouts of Gen. Gunter's daughter," calmly said Roll Smith, as he arose to his feet. CHAPTER IV. DELL'S PROMOTION. With reddening cheeks Capt. Charlie sprang to his instructions by telegraph from the superintendent in refeet. gard to this matter. The engineer and detective walked up to the only res taurant Peakville afforded, and took a seat at one of the tables. As they gave their order to the waiter they noticed that fancily attired fellow who had got on at Blackwater occ.\lpied a seat not far from them. "How dare you speak of Gen. Gunter's daughter to me?" he thundered, at the same time drawing a revolver. "Keep cool," the detective calmly said, but he had his revolver in his hand as soon as the outlaw captain did. The two gazed at each other for a moment, and then Capt. Charlie sat down. The look he got from Roll seemed to have great effect I

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BRA VE AND BOLD. 7 upon him, for he breathed a sigh and put away his re volver. I was mistaken about the feather he said. "I shouldn't have spoken the way I did, had it not been for the fact that it was once worn in the hat of a very close friend of mine-or I won t say that feather; it might have been another." You give a very good explanation of it," said the de tective. "May I ask your name, and where you are lo cated?" "I am Capt. Charlie V / illiams, and I o w n the big r a nch that is situated five miles from F ort Marco. Anybody in Blackwater will tell you who I am." This conversation was more than interesting to Deli V i' atson. He had b e en making a study of Capt. Charlie ever since he ca m e to th eir ta ble, and he now came to the conclusion that he was n o t just what he wanted people to believe he was 111ere was nothin g else for Roll to do but sit down, too, and he did so. ''What will you have?" It was Capt. Charlie w ho spoke. Dell looked over the rather scant bill of fare, and so did Roll. But neither of them answered. "Come, let s be friendly. I'm going to stand the ex pense of the dinner. What will you have?" There was no getting out of it now so they gave their orde r to the waite r. When they g o t up from the table Capt. Charlie paid for all they ate and drank, and then with a pleasant g ood day !" pass e d out. "That man is a puzzle, obs erved the detective, when he had gone, "but I intend to unravel him some The boy engineer nodded. Yes he sa i d, he is not altogether what he seems. I think all his ple as a:1tness was put on, and that if he had had his way about it he would have shot you dead in your tracks." "No doubt of it. Well, I have learned this much: He is the one for me to watch in order to learn something about the outlaws of Blackwater Gap.'' ' I hardly think that. But still, I think it would be good policy to keep an eye on Capt. Charlie and investi ijate if what he says about himself is true," "Oh, I'll do that, never frar. The two now walked back to the depot and boarded their locomotive. Dell backed the train out, switched the cars, and then went upon the turntable. While No. 5 was being turned Dan Hayes, the con ductor, came up. "\Ve are to go back on the schedule time of the regular afternoon train," he said. "Superintendent Abbott has just telegraphed me to that effect." Dell looked at his watch. "By Jove!" he exclaimed, "we haven't quite an hour t() stay, then.'' When the time came for the return trip, No. 5, coupled to the same cars it had brought up, stood ready to go at the signal. Dell was leaning from the cab window, watching the few passengers who entered the cars, and waiting for the conductor to give him the word. Suddenly he noticed Capt. Charlie walk e;surely up the platform and board the smoking car. 1 "Our friend is going back with us," said the young engineer to his fireman. "I wish l could get off at Blackwater for the purpose of shadowing him," Roll answered. "But never mind I To-morrow will do.' The trip home was made without a single mishap, and Superintendent Abbott was more than delighted when the train pulled into Canto exactly on time. "I congratulate you, m y boy!" he exclaimed, as he shook Dell's hand. "You have done what the regular engineer refused, and as a reward you are appointed a full-fledged engineer on the C., B. & P. R. R., and shall run No 5 until further notice.'' "Thank y ou, Mr. Abbott," returned Dell. "I sincerely h{)pe that you will never have cause to regret promoting ml!. I will do my level best all the time.'' CHAPTER V. LIZZIE HAVERHILL. Gen. Galveston Gunter was not the only one who was sorely disturbed o v er the abduction of his daughter Fannie. Though he was a widower, and the girl had no mother to go into hysterics over what had happened, there was one in the household who loved Fannie quite as much a s a woman could love another.

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8 BRA VE AND BOLD. This was Lizzie Haverhill, the general's niece, who had lived with him since the death of her parents, some six or seven years previous. Lizzie was about a year older than her cousin, was well formed fairly good looking, and an expert with any kind of a weapon that used cartridges. In addition to this, she was as brave and daring as the majority of young men. Still, she had. been in the room when her pretty cousin '-"'as stolen away. But chloroform did the business for her, and she was rendered unconscious before she scarcely knew what was taking place. In fact, she never caught a glimpse of any one after hearing t11e noise of their en trance. When she returned to consciousness Fannie was gone -vanished, without a trace! Of course she lost no time in alarming the household, and then it was that the general started out, with the suc cess that the reader already knows. When the commander of the fort came back unsuccess ful, Lizzie Haverhill determined to try her luck. So, without a word to any one, she went out to the stable where her horse was kept, and, mounting him, rode down into Blackwater to a friend's house. Here she procured a suit of boy's clothes, and, putting them on, made some additional changes in her appearance, and then she was ready for business. A Western girl usually knows how to handle a horse pretty well, and Lizzie was no exception. Though she had told nobody, the girl had her sus picions as to who had abducted Fannie. She knew her cousin had rejected the hand of Capt. Charlie Williams, and as she had always detested the handsome young ranchman, she naturally thought him to be responsible for the daring outrage. "I'll ride out to the ranch of Williams," she said to herself. "Perhaps I may learn a good deal by doing so." The horse she rode was a good one, and the distance to the ranch was soon covered. Lizzie rode through the stockade gate, and did not halt till she reached the low-framed structure. A burly-looking man at once came out. "What d'ye want?" he demanded, gruffly. "I'm lookin' for work," was the quick reply. "Well, yer can't git it here!" "I understand horses and cattle pretty well," went on the disguised girl, not abashed by the man's surly man ncr. A re you the boss?" "Jist at present I am," he said, speaking in a more respectful tone. "Where did yer come from, anyhow, young feller ?" "From Peakville. I found I couldn t make much of a living there, so I've be e n looking for a job on some ranch." "Hum! What's yer name, young feller?" "Jack Buzzard," said Lizzie, speaking the first name that came in mind. "Well, yer can t git a job here, 'cause there's nothin' much
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