Diamond Dick, Jr.'s marked bullet, or, The wreck of the fast mail

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Diamond Dick, Jr.'s marked bullet, or, The wreck of the fast mail
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Lawson, W. B.
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/ Juued Weekly. B_v Subscriptio n $2.s o pe,. yea r Entered as Se cond Cl ass /,f atter a t t!M N. Y. P ost O ffice, by STREET & S!llITH, 2 3 8 Willia m St. N. Y. Entered acco,.dingt o Act o f Congress i n the yea,. 1902, in the Office of t M L ib rarian of Conc r ess, Washing-to n, D C No. 294. NEW YORK M a y 31, 1902. Price Five Cents. DIAMOND DICK, JR.'S, MARKED BULLET; OR, The Wree k of the Fast Mail. By the author of "DIAMOND DICK." CHAPTER I. WHAT HAPPENED ABOARD THE FREIGHT. "He' ll be killed, sure!" ".No, he won't; he'll make it!" "By thunder! I c o uldn t hav e don e that better m y s elf. Freight )Jo. r3 was wa i till g on a s idiu g at 'I'n cso11 for the eastern limited to p ass. A s t h e passenger coaches went thundering through t lle t ow11 a m a n appear e d o n th e platform o f one of th e m He l o ok e d a t th e caboo se of the frei ght was whirled by / Some one or something caught his gaze and he swung himself down on the lowest step. Then, with perfect coolness, be threw himself backward, released the handlebars and dropped on the ground. It was admirably doue, for he did not lose his feet. 'fhe man's re c kl ess ne ss and final s uccess elici t ed, from the conductor and brakeman of No. 3, the remarks that head this chapter. The way now being clear, t he freight started. As the c aboose swnng p a s t the man who had made t h e d a ngerous l e a p de ftl y mounted it. After lingering a moment o n the pla tform, be went inside and sa t d own. There were two pas sengers in the cab o ose the conductor and brakeman. One of the pas s engers wa s middle-ag e d and wor e a n iron-gr ay mustache. It seeme d im p ossibl e for him to keep hi s eyes off th e man who had just boarded the train in so singu lar a manner. The second passenger was a youth, handsome of f eature and graceful of form. He was reading a newspaper. Out of the corners of his eyes, however, he watched the passenger who had boarded the train at Tucson. This individual was well dressed.


DIAMOND DICK, JK.-TtlE BOYS, BEST WEEKLY. His clothef' were cut in the very latest style a;1d he wore patent.leather shoes. Bis llllen and ne.ckwear were faultless. He was all of six feet 111 height 'Well-formed and extremely good looki11g. His eyes were black and pierc;ing and his m11stacl1e a1;d goalee were carefully trimrned. .To tl:e youth's thinking, however, this :11a11 had a bad eye. There was a strange play of glances between hi1 al)d the 111a11 with the iron-gray mustache. At last the latter got np, visibly ner.vons and ill at ease, mid climbed iutb the cupola. The man with the black eyes followed. oi1ortly before this the co11cluctor and brakeman had left the caboose and the youth was sole observer of the queer actions on the p oose. A moment the other followed ... :\ ot a word had, as yet, been spo.keu ; bn t, nevertheless, this affair was gettiug interesting. The youth heard tlie footsteps of the two men pass from the roof of the caboose to the top of the next Cdf. This decided liim to see the lllatler tluot1gh, a11d lie hurried to the frunt platform, caught the'. iron l .adder, a11d climbecl up. 1'he mai1 with the iro1i-gr.1;: mustache was sitting 011 the bral.:e. In front was the other passenger. 1'he youth \Vas n11i1oticed by either of the men. ''-:amero11," said the man on the brake, "what do yo11 inealJ by following me iu this way'('' "A re you afraid of n1e ?" queried the other, with a sneer. "::\ o. )) "You know as well as I do, Gillsey, why I am following you. Yon have my foture in your bands, aud I want to kuow how yon are going to answer that letter from colonel?'' "Yon are. a sneak aud a rascal, Camerou," cric:d Gillsey, .warmly; ''yo u are even worse tha11 that! You are au ont--" "Enough of that! There is no doubt but that you know a good deal about l)Je, and is one thing I a111 hen: t o fi11d Ol1l. How are yo11 going lo an wer that letter?''' "It is alracly answered and was 111ailec1 1n Tomb stone to-day.'' Cameron gnve a growl of sati!-ifaction. "It will not leave Tombstone by the coach u11til to-morrow morning and will catch the fast mail some time to-morrow afternoon. Gillsey, tllat letter w111 never reach its destination!'' Gillsey smiled ironically. "Even thougl1 it does not, I am bo11nd for the fort now to tell the colonel everythi11g I know about you! After mailing the lette r I had an idea that you might try to intercept it, so I deterrni11ed, at the last moment, to answer the colonel's inquiries in person." A look black as a thnndercloud came over Cameron's face With the quickness of lightning he drew a brace of revolvers from his pockets. The freight was thundering along 011 a down grade, aud the nois e was deafeni11g. "Then, Giilsey," hissed through his clinched teeth, "neither )'OU nor that letter will ever reach the fort You, and yo11 alone, stand between me aud my freedom. You are determined to tell the colonel all and-wreck m y future There is but one thing for me to do-I am going to kill you!" This was spoken in the Yoice o f a cool-headed, des perate ma11. Cameron had prepa red lo commit 111nrder and was about to do it. ''\Voulcl yo u kill me 111 cold blood?' gasped Gillsey. "I am obliged to do it in self-defense. Otherwise, you would send m e to-the gallows!" Slowly l'ameron raised his weapons, his h)ack eyes glittering along the b:urels. ,il1sey carried no weapons whatever. He merely fulded his :inns aero s his breast a11d waited. He was pale, but showed 110 other indication of alaim. Just as Cameron's fingers were .flexing upon the triggers, however, the youlb, who had crept silently upon him from behind, cai1ght him abo11t the waist and bore hini violently backward to the roof of the cr1r. Cameron stn1gglecl fiend but t!Je youth held him iii a of iron. Risi<1g to iiis Gillscy :.tarLed tow"rd them.


DIJ\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY$ At that moment, with a suddenness that was startling, the forward part of the freight went rumbling over a bridge. "Down!" cried the youth to Gillsey; "down, on your life!" But it was too late. The caboose passed the bridge, and the upper beams struck Gillsey squarely in the back. He was hurled from the car, and, an instant later, the youth heard a loud splash, as he fell into the river below. With a wild yell, Cameron leaped from the youth's arms, turned and threw himself upon him like a tiger. Just then tbe train slackened speed, left the bridge and started on an up grade. Jn spite of all the yontb conld do, Cameron's struggles brought them closer ancl closer to the edge of the roof of the car. "We'll both go over!" howled Cameron, with an insane laugh. "Let the best man pull through with his scalp. I know you, Diamond Dick, Jr.! This is once that you tackled a large r contract than you can carry out." Barely were these words uttered when the struggling combatants rolled from the roof of the car. Had the train been going at anything but a slow rate of speed, both m11st inevitably h ave met their fate. Diamond Dick, Jr. -for the youth was, indeed, our invincible young hero, Bertie Wade-felt himself whirling through the air; then he struck the earth, the momentum at which he was going tumbling him roughly along for a distance of at least ten feet. It was a terrible experience, and it is not to be wondered at that Bertie lost consciousness. When lie recovered hie; senses he found that be was.lying on the rocks with three section men bending over him. One of them was forciug liquor down his throat. '' Begorra, '' said one, as Bertie opened his eyes, "he's comin' to his sinses, so he is." "Sure an' he's as good as a dozen de'ld men yet," put in another. "Whisht," said tbe third, "he's got somethin' on his mind. Phat is it, avick ?" "Where's the other fellow?" queried Rertie, thinking of Cameron. "Ph at other felly, me b'y ?" "Didn't you fiud some one else with me?" "Divil a wan. Ye was lyin' roight here, so ye was, a s we came along on tlie handcar, an' sure we t"ought ye was dead. Ph at happened to yez ?" "I fell from the freight." "Fell from the freight! Howly murther Then it's pickin' yez oop on a scoop we ought t' be afther, au' bold in' a wake over th' pieces. Begorra, I'd as soon fall from a balloon!" Bertie felt himself all over. He was bruised, but we>s glad to find that no bones were broken. "Where do you men come from?" he asked, as be got upon his feet. "Tucson." "Are you going back soon?" "At wance. \Vill yez be afther goin' back wid us?'' "Yes." "Tlien st hep on the handcar an' we'll be off.'' Tbe handca r was on the rails waiting, and they all got aboard. A moment later the y were s pinuiug down the track. At the bridge Bertie had them stop for a short time wbile he searched up and down the banks for some trace of Gillsey. His search was fruitless, however, and he finally, gave it up, and returned to the handcar. An hour later he was back in Tucson. As he started for the hotel he heard a cl:;itter of hoofs behind him. Looking around, he saw a United States trc?per galloping toward him and motioniug to him to stop. Bertie waited. "Are you Diam on cl Dick, Jr. ?" asked the cavalry man. "Yes." "I thought I coul

DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo CHAPTER II. WHAT HAPPE'NF.D AT THF. MASQUERADE. B 00111 As the sunset gun at Fort :\Tc'Pherson echoed and re-echoed across the parade ground, "Old Glory" came tumbling down from the top of the flagstaff and was caught in the anus of the stalwart soldier below. "itight forward, force right, march!" At this hoarse command the long line of soldiers broke into fours from "company front," and marched away to tbe trim white barrncks below the more pretentious officers' quarters. Soon everything was silent about t11e fort. In his office the colonel in command w;is tramping nervously back and forth. There was a look of deep anxiety 011 bis face, and occasionally he would pause aud peer out into the gathering shadows through one of the willdows. "Strange," he muttered, "that the orderiy hasn't returned. He should have been here an hour ago." He turned to resume his walk. He had taken but a few steps, however, when tbe beat of horses' hoofs fell on his ear. :'There," muttered the colonel, l ; rowillg himself into a chair, "he has returned at last." The hoofbeats drew nearer and finally stopped 10 front of the colonel's office. 'rhe11 a knock fell 011 the door. "Come in!" a trooper entered, followed by Dia mond Dick, Jr. "Mr. Wade, colonel," said tlie trooper, steppiug to one side and sal11ti11g. "Very well, Hawkins; you may go." The trooper withdrew, and the colonel got up and shook Bertie's hand. "I am Colonel Clark, comurnndiug this post," said he. "You are the young man wbo is knowu throughout the country as Diamond Dick, Jr., are you not?'' "Yes." -"I heard yon were at Tucson and I sent to engage your services. Can you give up a few days of your time to S nm? 1 will see tlrnt you are remunerated for yom trouble.'' "What is it you wish me to do? Money alone would not tempt me," "The work. I have iu view requires a person of tact and courage. You will 11nderstand this when I tell yon tliat three men whom I lrnve dispatched, one after the other, to do the work, have never come back. 'l'he supposition is that they !Jave been killed." "Please tell me exactly what the work <'ons.ists of." "Somewhere around here, in the mountains, a band of white renegades have their headquarters. They have made themselves very troublesome1 killing people, robbing peaceable travelers, and running off stock. I have received instructions to break up the gang at any cost. 'I'he leader of the outlaws is a man as Red Cameron. He is a bloody wretch and seems to divine instinctively every move I have attempted agaiust him, for all my work, so far, has been of 110 avail. lf I could find out where Red Cameron has 'his rendezvous, however, I feel that I conl

DiAMOND Dh .:I{, JRo-THE BEST WEEKLYo 5 "There is a masquerade ball in the gymnasium tonight, and the band is out in full force." "Will your daughter be there?" "Yes; and all the other officers' wives and daugh-ters.'' "Will Mr. Gordon be present?" "No; business has detained him in Tucson. "How will your dallghter be dressed?" "As a witch. Rut why do you ask?" "I wish to nttend this hall. I feel that it will help me in my search for Red Cameron's rendezvous." "I can't see the connection," retnrne

I DIAMOND DICK9 JR.THE BOYSg BEST WEEKL \". i me to see the Roman soldier and the Apache brave disappear in a small room in the rear of the gyJlina sium. Leaving the ballroom, he went outside, and came around to the rear of the building to the place where he believed the storeroom to be. At this place was a window, and, as it was a warm night, the lower sash was raised. Suddenly a light appeared in the room and a curtain was dropped across tl1e open window. Bertie advanced noiselessly and drew the curtain to one side sufficiently to give him a peephole. A queer sight met his eyes. The room co11tained no forniture whatever. Confronti,ng each other with drawn cavalry sabres stood the Roman soldier and the caballero. To one side, silently watching, were the Apache brave and the cowboy. "Engage!" said the Apache, in a low voice, dropping a handkerchief. The men sprang at each other, and, for some mo ments nothing could be heard but the clash of steel against steel, aud the hoarse breathing of the combatants. Suddenly the Rom

DIAMOND DiCK 9 THE BOYS" Bf:.ST WEEKLY .. but the mail agent had miraculously :es ca1Jed, 011ly to mee t death in another form. He w a s drawn 011t on the sand, and the enginee r and two passengers were bellding over him. One of the passengers seemed to be a physician, for he had a pair of forceps in his hand and was probing a wound in the man's body. "What's the matter?" asked Bertie "Train was ditched b y some 011e '' replied the engineer. "Any one killed?" "No one-unles s it i s Andy here. He seems to be pretty close to his end. H e wasn't killed in the wreck, either. He wa s shot." "By whom?" 11D11nno. I h ea rd a pistol shot right after I jumped from the an' saw two men ridin' off with a mail sack.'' "The scoundrels l'' cried Bertie, anger and indignation mounting to his face "Jus t for that mail bag they wrecked t h e train and ran the risk of killing and maiming every passenger." "Here's the bullet," said the physician, holding up a piece of lead between his bloody forceps. "And the mail agent is dead," snid the other passenger; '1he just breathed his last." "Then this bullet wa s the one that killed him." With thes e words the doctor dropped the ensa11g 11ined objec t on the g ro11ud. Bertie picke d up the bullel, cu-ri o u s ly w iped it off. on a wi s p of g rn ss and lo oked it o ver. No soone r Ji. a d his eye r ested on the li ttle, oblong projectile than he gave a start of surprise. There, upon its ide, w a s tli e mark of a n "X, hisown m ark, which recalled the conversation that had taken plac e b etwee n Gillse y and Cameron on the roof of the freight car. Gi.1 l s e y said h e had 111ailed a l etler in T ombs t o n e . The lette r would be on this train. Cameron declare d the l etter should never r each its -d. esti11ation. He had taken this bloo d y way of stopping it. As Bertie stood 011 the railroad track and looked at the work this desperate outlaw had wrought he had but one thought: "Red Cameron shall be brouglit to justice. I will see that that reaches its destinatio11 in spite of him, or that the contents it shall sooner or later reach Colone l Clark-I swear it!" CHAPTER IV. LON G & SHORT, DETECl'IV.ES. "Get up, there, you!" These words were spoken, and not vc:ry gently, b y an individual who certainly stood over six feet in his stockings. He was stalking along behiucl a bnrro. The burro was neatly packed, the pack bei11g secured by a tie which is technically k11own as a "diamond hitch." On one side of the pack hung a pro::;pector s pick; ou the other side hung a gold pan such as is used in washing out placer gold. The t all man wore the high, laced boots of a moun taineer, and l ooked as though he might be a pros pector. "I say, Long!" This call proceeded, apparently, from the interior of the burro's pack. "What is it, Short?" u Is everything clear?'' "Yes." A flap of canvas dropped suddenly from the side of the burro's pack, and a head was thrnst through the aperture. "It's blamed hot in here, with that hole closed." "I don't doubt it,'" returned Long. ."Where are we bo11nd for?" "Apache City." "You th ink the paralytic is there, do you?" "I kuow it. He's supposed to be one of Red Ca111ero11 's gang-b11t we have nothing to do tha t. After h e murdered Joues, in Denver,. he flew hi s kite for Arizona. 1A11d y o u r e dead sure that the .firm of Long & Short, detectives, are going to get him this time?' "We can't be dea d Sllre of anything in this world, Short, but if we can get to Apache City before Hill Bu1fker leaves it we'll do our best' to gobble hi111." J ust then tlie sound of galloping hoofs was hearc1, and Long t11rned and looked behind him. Far ill the distance two horsemen could be seen coming along the trail. They were-riding rapidly, and would soon be upon the two detective&. "Get back into the pack, Short," said Long._. Ke110 !" 'l'he flap dropped a11d Short di:sappeared.


6 Dlf\MONO JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. As the horsemen dre w clo s er, Long s aw that one o f them carried a mail bag. "Hello, there!" said the man wi t h the bag, as he a nd his companion came up with Long and the b u rro. "Hello yours e lf," sa id Long. "Why don't you stop!" "Kase I'm in a hurry." "What might be your bu siness?. "It might be sellin' lightnin' rods, but it ain't. I'm prospectin '." "Any luck?" Nary." "vVhere are y ou bo11nd for, now?" "Dunno." "Then it can't make any particula r difference with you whether you're del a yed or n o t. I w ant y on to stop.'' "Get up, G i n ger! I won t stop." "Yes, yo u w i ll! Another m o v e and I' 11 plug you." In some way a revol ver fotlnd its wa y into the right hand of the man who h a d carried the mai1 bag, aud Long, r athe r th a n h a ve any trou ble, stopped his burro. ''Vi.Zhen a man asks me to stop in that tone of voice I ll gen'rally accommodate him. What d'ye want?" "I'll t e11 you in a minnte." 'rhe man with the bag rode close to his companion. ."I say, Jose, here's a chance tb::it I've be e n "\Vait-i!1g for.'' "A chance for what?" A chance to p a y Bunker a visi t in Apac h e City anr! o:it without losing m y scalp." "How will yon d o it?" "i'll pla y t h e part o f our lengthy friend tbe r e." ''What will y o n do wi t h him? "Tie him to a tree and leave him for a s pell." "Yo.u're rnnning a big ri sk-bti t go ahead if y ou think you can work it s ucc e ss fully. ,, [ know l c a n w or k i t. I've go t a ll l wa n t 011t o f thi s mai l b;ig. Vou ca n take it and p it c h .it into water hole where it can't be found." "vVhere am I to go?" ) ''J.'o B 'urke's ranch and wait for 111e. Bn rke's i s right on the road to the relldezvous." "AJI right." The mail bag changed hands and Red Cameronfor the man w!Jo iiad be e n carrying it 'va s really the one who had wrecked the fast mail-rode forwar

.. Dllf\MOND DICK0 JRo-TtJE BOYSP BEST WEEKL\'o 9 CHAP'rER V. RED CAMERON'S MONUMENTAL lH,OFF. Diamond Dick, Jr., together with the other passengers and the trainmen, waited about the scene of the wreck until a relief train could be sent from Tucson. The conclnctor of the relief train brought Bertie a message, which rau as follows: "Get off the train at Apache City. See the notice on the plank wall of the P. 0. Watch that notice!'' This message was unsigned. "Who gave you this?" asked Bertie of the conductbr. "lt was handed to me by a boy, just as we were about to pull out of rrucson.,, "Do you know who the boy was?" "Kever saw him he fore." Bertie was puzzled. Could this be some trick of his ei'lemies? Even though it was possible that Red Carnernn might be behind the message, Diamond Dick, Jr., resohed to look upon it as a clew au cl to follow it up. Leavi11g the relief trai!l at City, he walked along the 011e street of the town. The J1ouses were mostly built of ad obe, a11d irom the rafters of each 011c long s trings of red peppers, ever dear to tl1e heart of the :\lexicau. 011 a ki11cl of portico '.Vi!ich 11ad been built before one uf ti : e he saw a pallicl-looki11g; u1a11 sit ti11g in an armchair. "\"here's the post-office, strauger?" he asked, comteonsly. The mau i11 chair made no reply, aud Bertie i.:epe:ilcd his q nestio11. A wu:nall suddt:nly appe.1red in the doorw<1y. ":\1ight as well tAlk to a hitchin' post aster talk ter him," she said. "Why?" "Kasi: he's deef an' dumb. 'Sides tl1at, he's paraly2ed, au' kaiu't move neither hand ner fut. But the post-office is righ t across the street from yere, if ye WJIJt to kuow. '' "jluch obliged.'' Bertie gave the paralytic a curious look aud tl1en crossed the street. The post-office was tile only building iu town that was constructed of boards. 'To one of the boards was attached the foilowi11g notice: $s,ooo REWARD! Inasmuch as the Goverumen t has seen fit to ofier a reward of $s,ooo for me, and have set Diamond Dick, Jr., on my trail, I hereby offer to any member of my gang a like rewa'rd of $s,ooo for the capture, dead or alive, of the youth whose real name is BERTIE WADE. This offer is good for three days only, and every day the amount will be raised $r,occ. RED CAMERON. "Who put tbat there?" asked Bertie, of the postmaster, a bal\'lheaded man, who suddeuly appeared in the doorway. "That's hard ter tell, pilgrim. No one seen the chap what done it." "How Jo11g has it been there?" "Goin' on two days. It was four thousand yest'day. Las t night she a notch." "You don't lrnow who changed the figures?" The postinaster shook his hearl. "You are positive they were changed?'' ''Yes." "Do you think tlie figures will lie changed agarn to-11ight?" "Haven't auy d0uht of it." '' \V h y don't you watch mid see w hu doe;;; "Wl rnl goocl'll that do me, pilgrim'" "Hnvc11 't you y curiosi t, to know?" "Kot bit! \'ou bt;l I'111 not goin' to f uol with Retl Cameron a!1d his gnng. 'flie Gov'1uent has been 1.ryi11' ter git hold of that ftller fer years, an' he's too slick for 'e1:1." Bertie walke

DV\MOND DICK. JR,,-THE BOVS9 BEST WEEKL shut up your store to-night I want yon to let me remain here. "\!Vhat's yotir game?" "l11u goi11g to find 011t who changes the figures 011 that notice .>' "Will you take a word of advice from me?" "What is it?" Do11 't try any experiments, but get ont of this tl.lw11 while ye're ab1c to.'' "Is it dangerous for rue to stay liere?" "You can gamble tha t it is.'' "Why?" "'Cause some of Reel Cameron's gang live here." "Do you know who they are?" they kee1) mighty shady, but they're here all right enough. Suppose they were to find out that you were in town?" .I'll take mx chances on that,'' said Bertie, coolly. "Have I your permission to remain here tonight?" "If ye're bo1111d ter do it, I won't p11t no obstacles in front of ye." ''Good! I'll go into that rear room there a11d lay low until yon shut up shop. I wouldn't c


12 DIAMOND DICK, JR,-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLt-.; out his foot, aud then, with inconct:ivable rapidity, tripped tip his antagonist and sent him rolling along I the ground. The desperado was on his feet in a11 instant, but the fight had all gone out of him. ''Thar's onny one 01an in this ken try that kin do t1Jat he cried, ''an' that man is Red Cameron )) "Shut up!" said the supposed prospector, sternly. "Js that you, Bill Bu11ker ?', "'rhe same! An' ye're the captain or I'm a Dntch m all. "The captain!" echoed the virago, in a transport of Ulandlin joy; "ble$s my .soul if Cam ain't with us ag'in." "What's the matter i1ere ?" asked Cameron, for the supposed prospector was, indeed, the notorious out law. "\Ve've just captured Di1111111 Dick, Jr." "Then you have all a mighty good night's work. Bring him across the street to the corral." Red Cameron turned as he spoke, and drove the burro across the road to an enclosure girdled with a f e nce. Opening a gate, the burro passed inside, Cameron fol lowed, and, after him, came the woman the men, carrying Diamond Dick, Jr., between them. When they were all inside, the gate was closed a11d the woman hung the lantern on one of the fence paling::. Bertie was thrown on the ground, close to the fence. Stepping to his side, Cameron looked down into his face. "I had au idea, Diamond Dick, Jr.," said he, "that that fall from the freight train had proved the death of you.'' "I wasn' t born to die that way." "I see you were not. You're rather a clever fellow, and I should think you would have se11se enough to keep out of a deal of this kind. You can't do the Government auy good. Men with as much sense and nerve as yon have tried the same job that you have undertake11 and have failed.'' "I shall not fail," was the quiet reply. "You forget,'' was the stern reply, "that I am a man of desperate measures. half-way conrse satis fies me. You are tryi11g to capture me. Capture, iu my case death. Under the circumstances, I feel obliged to take your life. Bertie made answer. "Every man's hand is against me," went on Cameron, ''and I am obliged to res.ort tQ extreme measures pnrely in self-defense. I' Taking a bandkerchief from his pocket, Cameron twisted it into a rope. Then he knelt c1ow11, passed it between Diamond Dick, Jr. 's jaws and the two ends bebind his neck. After that, he lurned Bertie over ou his face and made some changes in the bonds that secured him. ''There,'' exclaimed Camerou, with considerable satisfaction, as he arose to his feet, "he' s securely bonnd and gagged. We'll go i1ltO the house now, and settle the fortl1er details regarding his fate." When the outlaws passed into the bnildiug they left the bnrro devotiug himself to a jag of hay that the woman had thrown to hi111. Bertie realized that situation was a desperate one. If h e conlcl make his sit1rntio11 known to some one outside the high board fence possibly his rescue might be effected. It was the time of night, huwever, wlieu there were no trnvelers alo11g the trail; but, eve11 if there l:av, deftly running his blade through Bertie's bonds and then removing the gag. "Let's get ont of this place hefore we do any pala\'erin'. It may be healthier for us.'' "I shouldu 't wonder," said Bertie. They 11oiselessl) the gate and passed out. "Follow u1e, '' said Bertie, leading the 'way to the shed in the rear of be post-office. Our hero was much gratified to find that Cameron's


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS9 BEST WEEKLY. 13 black gelding, saddled and bridleJ, was waitiug for him. "Now, then,,, went on Bertie, "we're safe enough here, for the present, and I wish you'd explain to me how you came to be in that burro's pack." "\Vell," returned Short, "you see, 1'm a iuember of the firm of Loug &. Short, detectives. We came out here looking for a man by the name of Bunker, who's a follower of Red Cameron. \Ve had him located aud were on his trail. That pack idea was a notion of Long's. He invented the pack himself, and I was able to lay pretty comfortable iu it. Lollg thought that I might be able to do our cause more good if I was out of sight. vVe hnd started for Apache City when we were overtaken by Red Cameron and a mau whom he called Jose. 'l'hey stopped us, had a tussle with Long, tied him to a tree, and then Cam eron cHme on with the burro disguised as a prns pector. Of course he didn't know anything about me being in that pack. Ent it w a s a luckv thing for you, tliamond Dick, Jr., thHt 1 was there.,, "It was, indeed." "This trip has satisfied me of 0 :1e tiling." "What's that?" "Why, that Long and I were following a mighty straight tip when we for Apache City. Bill Bunker's in tbat house by the corral.'' "There's no d oubt of that." "It won Id take quite a po:-.se of men to arrest him now. "So it wonld, a11d iu this town it is hard to tell who yonr friends and who are your enemies." "It's a tough place, if I size it up right." "What do you intend doing now?" ":VIy first duty is to gu b;ick and cnt Long loose from that tree." "All right; I'll go with you. 11111 after Reel Camerou, and you iellows are after Bunker. As they will probably he logethN from now on, 011r work lies in the same direction.'' ".Exactly! And if---" "Hist!" Bertie laid his lrnu

D&f\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo difference between bei'ng after us and catching us Our horses are fresh as daisies." ''Perhaps theirs are, too.,' "Of course. You've got a better mount than I have, Di amond Dick, .Tr. You could run aw a y from me as easily as a camel could run a ''a y from a turtle. Why don' t you do it, aud save your ow11 scalp?" isn't my style," returned Bertie, indignantly "You misunderstand me," said Short, quickly. ''Red Cameron wants your life, but what have I done that he should wish to take mine? If I fall into their hands it will be no very serious matter.,, 'But the horse I am leading is for your partner, Long. I wouldn't run away from the horse any quicker than I'd run away from you." Without slackeniug the sp e ed of his horse in tlie least, 9hort bowed his h!!a d and listened intently. "They're gaining on us,,, said lie. ''The hoo f beats of their horses sound louder tlinn they did a fe w moments ago," add e d Bertie "Then there's no d oubt but tha t they'll run llS down unless--" "Unless what?" "Unless we help ourselves out by some trick. I'd like; to propose a scheme." "Propose it." "Long and I c a n ride one horse very comfortably S u ppose we s e nd tha t led horse galloping on down the trail while we draw up in the bnshe s "They may or may not notice the diff e r ence iu tli e volume of s ound. I don't think they will. Draw np suddeuly, and let the led horse go \V!Ja t do y ou say?" "All right. Draw up-11ow !" They both stopped and, as the led horse brushed past, Bertie cut him across the flank with a rawhi d e quirt. Snortiug with pain, the animal continued on clowu the road. Be rtie and Short instantly ro d e into the bushes A few moments later the outlaws dashed past. '"We'll be on them in less than five minutes!" cried Cameron. His men responded with a yell, which grew faint in the distance as the1 got farther and farther away. When they w ere gon e Bertie and Short rode ont into tlie trail and started b a ck. "It worked," chuckled Short. "Yes; but we had better make the most of our time beoa use they are liable to tumble to the racket at any minute." "What had we better do?" "I think we'd better trot back along the trail for half a mile or such a matter, then make a detottr, and proce e d in the direction taken by Cameron and his men. We::'ll be able to breathe our horses and they will be so much the fresher.'' "That's a good idea," said Short. They had not proceeded far, however, when they saw a horseman approaching them. W a s he friend or foe? 'I'he night was so dark they did not 5ee the traveler uutil he was almost upon them. All three slightly checked their horses at the unexpected recontre, and the stranger then drew to one side as though desirous of passing unchallenged. This Bertie and Short were only too willing to allow him to do. After they had passed each other, s i x re volver shots rang out on the air, the bullets whii.tlin g dang ero us ly clos e to the ears of Bertie and his companion. It was the stranger who had sh o t at them. "There's a for you," said Short. "No co1Jtmdn1111 at all,'' returned Bertie; "he's a n outlaw straggler and our trick will be discovered i11 a f e w moments if it hasn't been already.,, 11he stranger, immediately after firing, had made good use of his spurs a11d was now far away. "Shall we chase him?" asked Short. "That would be a foolish thing to do," replied Bertie. "It will stand us in hand to double back on the trail without loss o f time." As Di amond Dick, Jr., spoke he whirled his horse' s he a d, left the road, and started back at an angle w i th their original course. ''I guess we've dodged them,' remarked Bertie; "they're after us full-tilt. Listen!" Short listened for a moment. "You're right," he said, "but how the deuce did th ey to p<1ss and get around behind us?" "Give it up. All I know is that that man Cam eron is a long-headed rascal.. Don't spare your h o rs e Short. This time it's neck or nothing.,, "Blaze awax-I'm with you. I'd hate to get nipped on Long's a ccount. He needs us, m1d need s u s bad.'' Bending over the saddle with set teeth and com pressed lips, Bertie urged his horse forward, keeping the sound of bis companion' s horse s striking hoofs


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-Tt-JE BO\r5' BEST WEEKLYo 115 constantly in his ears so that he might not lea,;e him too fat behind. Never once did Bertie look back. ,at a word passerl between him a11d Short. chase had narrowed down into a desperate trial of horseflesh-nothing less. 11ile after mile rolled away from nnder the swiftly beating hoofs. At last Bertie wondered if he could really b elieve his ears. Were the sounds of pursuit really dyingaway? Such was, indeed, the case! what could account for the mystery? Finally, nothing indicative of the pursuit of Reel Cameron ancl his mt>n could be lrear r l. "'N'e've won, Short," Bertie, "won, and I'm blessed if I have the slightest idea how!'' As lie spoke he drew in his horse and looked arom1d. Be was thrillecl with amaz. e-rnent and cons te1natio11. The horse behind was galloping ahead with an empty saddle! \iVhat had become of Short? rein, :Bertie caught Short's horse by the bridle as it was dashing past. For a m o m ent he reflected 011 the strauge disappearance of his companion, and then retraced his path for some distance, wondering if Sh0rt could have fallen from tbe horse's back nnd failed to apprise him of the fact. Bertie finally settled it in his miud that Short had fallen far enough behind so that their enemies were able to use a riata and pnll him out of the saddle. "Nevertlieles thought Bertie, "Short may be a ll right, bt1t I know Long's in trouble. I'll find him and set him free, aud then we can go on a hunt for Short." Bertie h a d not mncli difficulty in the spot where the two detectives had met the 1ilen with the mail bag, as the little detective had given a minute description of tbe place. "Hello, Long!" cried Bertie, when he thought he was near the spot. "Hello!" came a faint respouse. Guided by the sottnd, Bertie had 110 trouble i n going at once to the detective1s assistancl'. "Who are you?" queried Long, as Bertie i-eleased lil1n from the tree. 5 A friend : of -yours, r ,t turneimoud Dick, Jr.'' "How did you learn of my sit11:-ttion ?'' "Through yonr partner, Sl1ort." ''Be got nut of that mess with his scalp, did he?" "Yes, and saved my scalp in the operation." Bertie thereupon briefl y related wh a t had occurred. "\\'hat d o yon think became of Short?" he asked, when he had finished his stbry. '''rhat's hard to tell. I i11cli11e to the belief that 11e"s in the hands 0 Red Cameron anc1 his gang, although I don't kuow why they should take ex treme mensmes against him, they connect him in some way with your escape. e:-.actly what I'm afraid they'll do." "Where do you think Cameron has gone?" "To hi;; rendezvous, probably." "vVhere is that?" "That is something a great men would give H good deal to know. Severn! about whom I lwvc lle-ard have tried to find the place and failedlosing t11eir lives i11 I.he atterllpt. Bnt I think I can solve the riddle." ''How?'' "The horse l alll riding is Cumeron's black geld i11g, an auimal which was long i11 his possession. It is more th:.in probable that the horse has been to his rendezvous scores of Perhaps if I give him his head !le will lead 11s directly to the place." "It's worth trying." "Very well; suppose we try it without delay. This is Short's horse, but it will stand you in good stead do yon feel as though you wanted to rest after yotlr severe treatment?'' "Not much! A nip of red-eye is all I need." Drawing a flask from his pocket1 Long took a big swallow of its contents and then mounted Short's horse, and Bertie allowed the reins to drop on the black gelding's ueck, giving him his head. For a short time the horse moved uneasily about, theu heade

16 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo kept on its way, swerving neither to the right nor to the left. 'l'his was not the first time a dumb brute had been used in this manner. In fact, the remem brauce of a similar case in a murder mystery had suggested to Bertie the fact that he make such a trial. Hours passed away, and still the horse was going. The two riders were now in the fastnesses of the Sierra Catalinas, where common report had long ago laid the outlaws' stamping ground. "How much longer is that gelding going to keep this thing up?" queried Long, who, unused to long rides as Bertie was was getting somewhat saddle weary. "We'll follow him through to the end," said Bertie. They proceeded but a shortdistirnce after this when the gelding came to an abrupt stop in a narrow, rocky gulch at the base of a hill. ''What's the meaning of this?'' asked the detective, disgustedly. "It must meau that we have arrived at the ren dezvous,'' replied Bertie. "Rendezvous nothing! Outlaws a s shrewd as Red Cameron don' t renMzvous in a p1ace like this." "Well, we have a poor chance in this dark cut, but let's explore a little. There rnay be a few things connected with the p1ac<:: which we don't understand, and it's entirely possible that we don't see all there is to be seen looking over the ground as we are now." "That may be so, to o ,'' returned the d e tective, as they both dismounted. Bertie went around tlie hill aud Loug started over it. The hill was of a peculiar shape-iu fact, it seemed like nothing else in nature which Bertie had ever seen before. While remarking upoIJ the strange formation of the hill, Bertie's attention was suddenly called to who was acting in a peculiar manner. He was flourishing his arms and motioning toward the horses. "What's the matter?" cried Bertie. Long instantly laid his fiuger on his lips and lllOtioned toward the horses again. Bertie believed he understood the pantomime. Long wanted him to ride away-but ...,vhy? A moment later, with a s ound W..:e the rending of heavy canvas, the detective disappeared frO'lll sight, appareutly dropping directly through the ground. Bertie was nonpiused for a moment, and then he realized that the hill, which looked like solid earth, I was really constructed uf canvas, painte.d, and had sand and bowlders scattered about and over it in order to make it look more natural. This was exactly what tlle outlaws' rendezvous consisted of. Originally lhe canvas structure l1ad formed the background for a wild west sho.ef. Red Cameron had secured it, recognized its advantages in the con struction of a rendezvous, aud had built a hiding place which had baffled scouts and detectives for many months. Believing that Long might have some special object in view in desiring his absence, Bertie returned to tlie spot where he had left his horse, mounted and started clown the gulch. The lower end of the gulch was thickly grown with greasewood and mesquite. A s Bertie started through the undergrowth he heard voices, evidently advancing toward him. Riding his horse into the brush, be waited. Iu a few moments Bill Bunker and Jose came rid ing along the trail. "Cameron is playing; a dare-devil game," said Jose. "At the fort, eh?" returned .Bunker. "Yes wait a minute, Bunker." "What's up.?" "I've got to ti ghten these saddle cinches." Jos e dismonnte d, threw one of the tapideroes over the horse's back and began drawing up the cinches. "What's he going to d o ? asked Bunker. "\Vhy," returned Jose, with a laugh, "he's going to marry the colonel's daughter. What do you think of tha t for a teu-strike? After that is ove r, have yon any idea that the colouel will continue to hunt do'i"m his Eion-in-l a w as z ealously as he has been doing?" "I clo11't know what tile upshot will be. Wha t does Cameron think about it?" "Why, he thinks he's feathering liis nest in great s;iape. In fact, I believe he bas hopes of a Governm ent pardon if he can carry the scheme through." "Bo.3-li The mere fact that he's the colonel's s on i 11-law wo11 't save his neck. He's too badly wanted.:' "That's jnst my way of thi11ki11g. Cameron is in a hurry to do the job." "\V liy ?"


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 17 "Well, the old m a u hasn't been exactly himself since he found out that the Government had turned Diamond Dick,. Jr., 1oose on bis trail." "Diamond Dick, Jr., is only a kid!" "Perhaps so; but he gaYe you fellows the slip in great s h ape last uight." "Some one helped him out of that scrape." "There's no doubt in the world about that. The old man is afraid Diamond Dick, Jr. will discover that the notorious outlaw, Red Cameron, and the E astern c apitalist1 H enry Gordon, are one and the sau1e. If he should, and if the ol d colonel got hold of it, the de v il would be to pay, and no mistake Cameron thinks be had better marry the girl while lie can. Thi! ceremony takes place at the fort at three this afternoon." "Will Cam e ron speud his honey moon at the ren de zvous?" queried Bunker, with a chuckle. "Hardly. If be isn't careful, he'll spend it in the guardhouse at the fort. ' Jose finished tightening his cinches and then thrust his hand into his pocket and drew out a pipe and some tobacco. "If I'm not mistaken," went on Jase, "Cameron expects to have trouble." "vVhat are we to do?" "Welre to go to the rendezvous, get fresh horses and return s o that we may be of assistance, if needed "It's a sc he111e to bring the gang s o close to the s o l d i e r s," muttere d Bunke r, shaking his he a d fore bodingly Jos e l a ughed. "The re a r e only a few sol di ers at tli e fort," s aid he. Cam e ron h as work ed a mighty slick trick j11s t to g e t rid o f the m a t this particular tim e Trus t the o l d m a n. !-:{e's long-headed." 'With th!!se words, J os e sprang into the saddle and started off at a brisk pace. When the two outlaws had v anished fr o m sight, Diamond Dick, Jr., rode out into the trail. He could hardly believe that Red Cameron would dare attempt to play s o bold a game. Our hero was obliged, however, to givt! the outlaw the benefit of the donbt. The marriage was to take place at three o'clock! Bertie llll!St prevent it. In fact, this would be a favorable opportunity for capturing the outlaw. But could he reach Fart McPherson by three o'clock with a horse that was almost worn out? He would have to try, at any rate, and he imme diately turned his l1orse's head in the direction of the fort. He would have given a .great deal to know what had become of Long, before leaving the vicinity of the rendezvous, but he cpusoled himself with the reflection that the detective was abundantly able to take care of himself. CHAPTER VIII. BERTIE'S RACE AGAINST TIME. The black gelding had mettle and bottom in pro poTt i ou ta his intellige nce. He struck into a rapid pace and, despite the work he had re:cently

18 DIAMOND D I CK JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY "What do you mean, sir," he thundered, "by in-f.: terrupting this ceremony?" "Your is about to be married to that bandit, Red Can]eron," returned Bertie, SCf'lrcely relishing the tone of m which the colonel addressed him. "What.?" retured the colonel. "That 111an, yonder," went on Bertie, sternly, "is the outlaw, Red Cameron. When we parted, I told you I wonld have the pleasure of delivering him into -your .hands when next we met. He i!:i a thief, a train-wrecker, and a double-dyed murderer." Bertie's voice rang out in clarion-like tones. Dismay, aud bewilderment were written on the faces of all present. must be some mistalce," said the colouel. "This gentleman is Henry Gordon." "There is no mistake," returned Bertie. "If yon are as eager to rid the country of Cameron as you profess to be, you will take that man into cns(ody at once." Cameron had been staudii1g a snpine listener to all this. Sudde11ly, however, he leaped toward :Diam ond Dick, Jr., with a wild shout upon bis lips. Before any one could mten-ene he had attacked the youth. Bertie met him coolly. Fot a brief space he contented himself with merdy ''1'ard1ng the outlaw's blows, but when he discovered that his antagonist bad a kui.fe up his sleeve he quickly and quietly knocked him down. When Cameron struggled to his feet he was surrotrnded by his friends who. led him back toward the platform. The colonel immediately confronted Bertie. "What a disgrace!" the old soldier, "what a scandal I>iamoud Dick, .Jr., you have made a terrible mistake." "I have made no mistake whatever," returned Bertie, who was beginning to'get out of patience. The colonel was about to reply when his orderly \ entered and ha11ded lnru a note. The officer read it, pulled at his gray mustache, and started for the door. ''Follow me! 1 he said, curt! y 1 to Diamond Dick, ] r. Leaving gymnasium, -they crossed the parade ground and entered the colonel's office. They were met at the door by no less a per::;onage than--Gillsey I "What!" cried J3ert:ie1 in amazement. "Is it pos sible that you Mr. Gillsey ?11 Gillsey smiled faintly. He was very pale and carrit:d his right arm in a sling. "Yes," he answered; "that bridge did not prove the death of me, after all. Red. Cameron was foiled, although he bas thought ever since that I was dead." "What Ure you men talking about?" q11eried the colonel, mystified. "I am glad to see you, Oillsey, but why have you summoned me from my daughter's ltlarriage ceremony?" "Simply to save your daughter,'' replied Gillsey, sternly. "Did Diamond Dick, Jr., succeed in stop ping the ceremony?" "Yes; nnd he also succeeded in creating such a scandal as was never before heard of at the post." a scandal tliau that your daughter's happi ness should be rui11ed. '' "Y 0L1 do not also mean to tell me that P .. ed Cameron and Henry Gordon are one and the sa1qe?" "That's exactly what I mean to tell you." "Then you are both crazy. I won't believe a word of it." The colonel began walking; the floor of his 0$.:e with angry strides. "See here, Colonel Clark," said Gillsey, "I am not a man who would deliberately lie to you." "Why didn't you answer nly letter a'sking you about Cameron? You might have averted tli1s scan-dal, if you had."_ "l did write the letter." "Where.is it, then?" "Red Cameron, or Henry Gordon, as yon know him, wrecked the mail train for the sole;! purpose of securiug that letter. He was successful, and the letter is now destroyed. "I can't believe it!" "Iu some way he found out that yon had written letter of.inquiry. I saw him in Tucson, posing as flenry Gordon. He threatened me, and I found out, by a lieutenant who happened to be in town, and who was ou duty at this post, that he was en gaged to marry your daughter. This decided me to go to the fort and see you personally. I started on a freight train because I knew that every passenger tra:iti w;s b'dng watched fot my departure. t nfor tunately 1 Gordon discovered me. He boarded the


DIAMOND DICK, BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 19 frc:.ight and tried to kill me. Diamond Dick, Jr., saved my life. The struggle occurred on top of one of the freight cars, and when Diamond Dick, Jr., came to my rescue, I ro s e to my feet just in time to get struck from the train by the overhead beams of a bridge. I had a terrible fall, and it is. a miracle that t t::scaped with a whol e bone in my body. I ca11 only lay my escape to my fall in the water. When I recovered cons ciousness, I found myself lying among some flags growing along the edge of the stream. My arm was broke n and I was nearly played out. I man aged to drag m ys elf along to the next town, however, s ecured a doctor's ai

20 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-TH'E.BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. "Then we'll follow you." ''This way." "Forward!" cried the colDnel. Away they dashed at a swin&ing gallop. CHA P'rER IX. HOT 'I'IMES A1' THE RENDEZVOUS. "Isn't it possible that Red Ca111eron might ret1'eat to some other place besides his ?" asked the col9nel. '' it is,'' replied Bertie. 'Then why should we keep bowiiug along on this cotuioe when we may b.e going altogether wrong?" "It' s the only comse we have to follow, and we've got to take chances that it's the right one." '.'What I want to do is to get my daughter out of that scoundrel's hands a s so011 as possible, and I'd feel better if I kuew that we w ere liead ecl right." "The onl y thing w e ca11 do," said Gillsey, "is to go ahead exactly as we have started." For sorne time they rode on. "Who is t\Jat ahead 011 the trail yonder?" Gillsey finally ask.eel. "I've had my e y es on that object for some time," said Bertie. "It i s a Chi11m11an on a mule. "He's coming this way," said the colunel. "Yes; and wheu w e arrive opposite bim, i;ant you to halt the troopers,'' said Bertie. "Why? We don't want to Jose any time." "We \von't Jose much time, and it may prove a benefit to us in the eud." "I can't understand you,'' said the colone l, "but I'll halt men if you say so.') A moment later they were opposite the Chinaman and the colonel halted his party. Bertie rode up to the Chinaman, l ooking. Itim squarely in the eyes. "Howdy, .Tohn ?" "Me feel velly good. You soldiers, hey?" "Sollle of ns. \Vhere are y ou bound for?" "Bound for 'Pache City. Cook: for cattlemeu, al\ee samee. '' "Whe1'e do you come from?" "Me been diggin' golq bv Rich Hill. You know um?'' For answer Bertie threw himself from his saddle upon the Chinaman and hu'rled him backward from his mule upon the hard ground. .r\n instant later he had pulled off the supposed Chi11a1uan's pigtail and rubbed some of the paint from his face. "Ah, ha, Mr. Bill Bu11ker," said Bertie, "your little scheme didn't work. 'l'ake H easy-don't strug gle. i've got you for good." "Who is it?" asked the colonel. "One of Cameron's gang. He was probably sent back to spy on us and find ont what we intended doing." "Tie l1im to one of the troopers," grnwled the colonel. "Wait," said Bertie. Drnwiug a revolver, Bertie place d it at Bunker':; temple. "Have I your permission to kill thi:; man, colonel, if lie doesp't answer the question I am going to ask him'(" "What are yo u goiug to a s k him?" ''\\'here Red Cameron took yoLJr daughter.'' him if h e doesn't answer tha t questii;iu trnti1-fnlly." "You h ea r, Bunker?" "I ain't deaf," was the surly answer. "What are } ou going to say?" Bunker pn'served a dogge d silence. "011c(.'," said Bertie. I am going to ask yon three and if you don't m1swer you will ha\'e to stan

Dlf\MOND DICl(, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 21 "Is this the rendezvous?" asked the co1011el. "Yes," said Bertie; "tlrnt hill in front of us.\' ''Then there's no one here, and that mau you cap-tured lied.'' "'he rende:t.vons is under tlte hill." "Under it? Impossible!" "No, not impossible. That hill is made of painted canvas." Exclamations of surprise went up from every one in the party. "The11 we can't ride over it," said the colonel. "No; our horses wonlrl get taugled up, and we would fall easy prey to Came1on and his men." "What's to be done? If my daughter is in that hole I shall rescue lier in spite of fate." "Let your troopers d1aw their sabres, charge the hill, aa.1d cnt their way through it." "'l'hat's right!" cried the col .one); "re\'olver in one hand and sword in the other." Facing his men, he g ave the n ecessary orders, and they started at a run for the hill. They had 11ol co\'ered l1alf the dislance that sepa rated them from the rendezvo11s when a large board was thrnst up out of the hill. The board bore these words: "Stop! Willtdraw your forces or the colonel's daughter will be killed !n "Halt!)) shouted the colonel, his face pale as death. "Do you suppos e the clastarcls wonld be guilty of such a c1eell ?n "Red Can1eron wo1tld hall at nothing!" declared Gillsey. "I don't believe lllY cla11gllter is there at all," said. the colonel, aftet reflecting a few momeuts. "Ready, meu We'll charge the hill at any hazard !n A faint cheer went up from the soldiers. Before tltey conk! start, howe\'er, the colonel had raised his hand restrainingly. Above the rock where the board lwd appeared Red Camero11 was 11ow to be s e t1i. In fro11t of him he held the colonel's claug-l1tcr. Hot words fell from the colonel's lips. In fact, he seemed almost crazy with rage, and was certainly on the point of doing something when Red Crtmeron shoutecl : "Colonel Clark, seeing is believi11g '. This will convinc e y(ju that yo11r da'ughter is really i11 my pO\n:r. P11less you wilh

22 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. I would be that both he and Bertie would be nm down and captured. Dangling from the bow of the detective's saddle was a riata. Removing this and holding it in his hand, he dropped from the horse's back just as they were ; speeding along through a chaparra 1. On either side of the trail, almost directly oppo<;i t e each other, was a stout mesquite Short was tum bled over the ground rather rou.ghly, when he dropped from the saddle, but though he was little, he was tough, and he picked himself up uone the worse for the experience. Running to one of the mesquite trees, he made au end of the riata fast to it; then, springiug across the trail, he made the other end fast to the second tree. Hardly was this accomplished wlien toe pursuers came along in a body. 'l'he two who were riding ahead got tangled up i11 the riata and their horses went sprawling over the ground; every one of those who followed fared in a similar manner, and, as a result, every one of the outlaws, togeti1er with their liorses were down iu a11 indiscriminate heap. After some fifteen minutes of cursing and grn111-bling, the desperadoes managed to extricate themselves from their dilemma. All the horses were recovered save one, and that was now here to be fon nd. "You'll have to ride ;ith Bender, Timmons," said Cameron. "Are we going to keep up the chase?" asked Bender. "The deuce, no! What good would it do? Diamond Dick, Jr., has had fifteen minutes the start of us, and we couldn't overtake him if we had wings. Blast the luck!" "What'll we do?" "Two of you go to the rendez\'011s. The rest cau wait for me at Apache City. 1'11 seud Jose ancl Bunker cut to the to-morrow." Without another word, Red Cameron vanished i11 the darkness. Two of his men started for the reudezvous, and tlie rest for Apache City. The two men were followed by Short, who wJs mounted 011 the horse that the outlaws had Jost He followed the desperadoes noiselessly, and ma11-aged to keep them well within sight, despite the darkness of the night. He was going to the rendezvous because he had overheard Cameron say that he would send Bunker out there the following morning-and Bill Ilunker was the man that both Long and Short were after. By sunrise the rendezvous was reached, and Short paused among the greasewood bushes, and saw the two men he was shadowing disappear within the Painted Hill in a manner that seemed little short of manelons. How had they managed to do it? Leaving his horse, Short skirted tbe bili for a short distance and then began to surmount it. As he was light, the canvas structure, rotted though it was with paint, managed to uphold him for some distance; but finally it gave way beneath his feet and he dropped downward at1d landed on the hard earth. It was then that he discovered the nature of the Painted Hill he g'1ve a low whistle as he sat up ancl rubbed his shins. It was rather dark where he was I.mt, some dis t:-\llce away, he saw a dimly burning light. He closer to the light and found that the two m e!! he had followt:d were sitting around it. The rendez\ous, originally, seemed to have been a leve l plain covered with Lowlders that increased in size toward the b8ck of the gnkli. o-er tiiese bowlders the canvas had been sprea 3, the rocks i t 11p and giving it the character of a l1ill. As Short wandered aronud in the endeavor to find ont as mnch as he possibly could about the place, he c::ime upon a room walled in with bowl::lers. The floor of this room was covered with bea rskins, a11Ll two or three comfortable chairs were scattered about. Attached to the rocky wall was a long Indian bow mid a quiver o f arrows. ,\ conple of Winc h ester.> a n d a brace of derriugers hung from tile opposite wa:J. "This must be where the lligh :Viucky hangs o

DIAMOND DICK, JR.-Tf-IE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 23 to another, and came to a place that was evidently used r s a storehouse. Sitting in even rows close to the base of the rocks were a number of cans. Tjncorking them, he applied his nostrils to the orifice of each one and fo1111<1 them to he filled with be11zi11e and kerosene. There were also boxes of cartridges, kegs of powder, barrels of flour, boxes of smoked meat, and other supplies. While Short was pursui1lg his i11vestigatio11 he was suddenly hailed by a k.1w voice from above: "Short, or I'm a digger! What are you doing there?'' Short looke d np iu consternation. It was Long. "Hush! Talk in a whisper. What are you doi11g up there?" 'I came 011 ht:re with Diamoud Dick, .Jr." "Where i s Diamoud Dick, Jr., now?" "\\'a1king arol1nd tlii s hill. \Ve're explori11g t11e place.'' "\Veil, slop yonr exploring and tell Diamond Dick, Jr., if yo11 can without mnkiug any noise, to p11ll out." "Why?" "\Ve're after Bunker, ai11't we?" "Of course. "\Veil, we cau cntch him if there ain't too many of us. Tell Diamond Dick, Jr., to pull out 8nd leave us to work this racket." \Ve hnve already see u how Lo!lg iudncecl Diamonll Dick, Jr., to lea\'e tl1e vicinity of the Painted Hill. Having finished his p :mtomime, Long turnen, made a misstep, and cmne te ring through the canvas, dropping down beside hi s part11er. "Silence, 011 vo :ir life!" hissed Short. For ::i moment they waited and liste1Jed. Lollg h'ld uot bee11 heard. "Tlwt's luck," muttered Short. "Is there one here besides ourselves?" "Yes; t\\'o of the outlav/s are here." "How did yon come to give Dialllond Dick, Jr., the slip and get into this place?" "T" n viper's nest and ouglit to be wiped otlt on gene1 .. princi pies. '' 1 agree with you there, but how do you propose to do it?" "See those tin cans?" ''\'es.'' "\Yell, they're foll of benzine and coal oil. This roof is made of canvas, and we'll just soak it with thf! contents of those cans." "Cau we do it without being caught?" "I believe so. \Ve can do that whi'le we're waiting for Bnnker." "ls he coming here?" "Yes; some time to-day. We w

2 4 Dlt\MOND DICK, JR.-THE'Bovs BEST WEEKLY. .'Give it up. But I can tell you one thing we have got to do." ''What's that?" "Either hunt our holes or get scalped." "ThRt's so. Come this w::iy, Long.,, They crept back in the direction of Cameron's quarters and among the high rocb beyond. They had hardly stowed themselves away there when the outlaws came into the re11dezvous. Jose and Cameron, bringing the colonel's daugh ter between them, made their way into Camerou 's room. "Do you think they'll follow ns, Jose?" asked Cameron . "I don't hardly see how they ca11. No one knows where this place is. Several h ave tried to find it ont, but you know the result." Cameron's brow was knitted into a frown. It was plainly to be seen that lte was worried. "That infernal Diamond Dick, Jr., may kne w more than I give him credit for. He's foxy aud sharper than a steel trap.'' "We sent Bunker back, you know, to see what they intended doiug. '' "Bunker ought to be back here soon. Hist! what's that?" The two detectives were uot so far aw n y but that they could overhear this convers:ition b e t wee11 the two outlaws. Before Jose could answer Cau1ero11, on e oi the other outlaws came running in. "The soldiers are coming up the gulch.'' he cried. "How many?" "A dozen-led by the colo11el in co111mand of tl1e fort.'' "My father!,, spoke up the colonel's da ugh ler, tearfully. "Oh, let me go to him! Let me--" "Shut up!" cried Cameron. 1'hen he turned to the messenger again. "Any one else with tl1em besides the soldiers?" "Diamond Dick, Jr., and Oillsey !" "A thousand fiends! Even the dead com e back to attack me! Gillsey Any one else?" ''Bunker is a prisoner. '' "By Heaven! if I thought Bunker 11ad guided those fellows here I'd cut his heart out! What are they going to do?'' "They look as though they were getting ready to attack us-they have drawn their sabres." Fire flashed in Cameron's eyes. What shonld he do to defend himself? He gla red about the ;room. As his eyes rested on the colonel's daughter he had an idea. "Bring me the top of the mess table.,, This strange desire was instantly complied with. On the smooth side of the table Cameron wrote, with a piece of cra y on, in large letters, the message that the colonel's daughter would be killed unles s the troops were withdrawn. He then h urriecl out amo11g the ro c k s a11d mounted a bowlder within three feet of the spot where the de tectives were crouching. We have already seen what effect this had on the attacking party. An instant after this Cameron l e aped from the rock and returned to his room. "Jose," he said, ho a rsely, "I feel as though I held the whip 11and i11 this bnsiness, but go and see tha t the men nre in shape to fight." "What are yot1 going to do with the girl?" ''Show her to her father. He have some cl on bts of her being here.'' Lifting the colo1:el's dnughter, Cameron carried her in his arms bRck to the place where he had be fore mounted the bowlcle r This time h e as cenclecl, draggi11g tlie girl afk r him. ''By thunder," said Short, "I c a n't s L:ill

DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS, BEST WEEKLY. 25 "Hold your horses a minute. I'll give you something for that.,; Leaping to the top of the bowlder with the agility of a monkey, the little detective shot an arrow tCJward the attacking party :ind then dropped back under the c a nvas. "What did yon do that for?" asked Long. "Are yo u trying to pick off Bunker?" "I shot a note to Diamond Dick, Jr., telling him to make the at_tack on the rendezvous, and that we'd take care of the girl." "Good! Your body is short, but your head is long." "Much obliged, but this is onr busy day, and we can't swap compliments." Short then deftly unstrnng the bow and tossed the string to Long. "There--a buckskin thong. You could hang ten men with it. Get it about the wrist of the outlaw. See if you c a n do that as quickly as I wrote that note to Diamond Dick, Jr.?' While Long knelt over tbe prostrate and insensible outlaw, Shon forced a swallow of liquor between the iips of the colonel's da11ghter and did everything in his power to bring her to her "Drop that!" The detectives looked 11p suddenly and sav1 Jose with a revolver in each hand, drawing a bead on them, his eyes glittering like those of a lynx. ''Get out of here, confound you!" growled Long. ''I'm not here for that purpose,'' was the cool reply. "Throw up yonr hands or I'll put a bullet through you bolh." Quick as a tiger cat, Sbort launched himsdf through the air, straight at the ontlaw's tllroat. Crack! Had the outlaw uot been compellecl to fire at Short with his left han

26 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. The girl sprang to the old warrior's arms with a cry of joy. LeaviJ.1g them thus affectionately united, Berti e turned to Long. "Where is Short?" he asked. "Don't know. He told me-to take the girl and pull out. I did so; but what became of him 1s a conundrum. "And not s o much of a conundrum a s it might b e after al 1. These words were spoken at the tall detective's elbow. He looked around :md saw Short standing ove r the bound and helples s form o f I

Whoop it up, boys! It's a hot contest. "It vas der piggest sugsess uf der punch/' That's what Fritz Dunder says about it, and he knows a good thing when he sees it. Get into it at once, every one of you. Cook on page 3j for full particulars. The Desertion of Private Bowen. (By Fred Garrigue, Ill.) "Private Bowen tried to run the lines again last night, sir." "Show him in here at once." "Yes, sir." Tbe first s peaker was Sergeant Hender s on, of tbe Eighteenth Iudiana, and he was actiug as orderly for Captain Colli e r wh o w a s the second speaker in the above conversation. A s the orderly left the room the captain seated hims elf and began muttering, half to himself and half out loud: 'I wonder why Bowen has acted this way. This is the third time this week that be bas tried to run the lines. I bate to think that he is tryiug to desert--" His train of thought w a s i.J.1terrupted by the entrance of Privat e Bm11en. The captain spoke abruptly. "Bowen," be said, "why did you try to run the lines last ni ght?" ''I did not, s ir,' came the sharp response. "What do you mean? Surely you do n o t d e ny that y o u were caught outside the lines last night." ''So they say, s ir, but I have no recoll ection of it." The ca ptain looked s quarely at Bowen as he made this ass ertion. 'Ever wal k in your sleep, Bowen?" B owen clntched a t this ray o f hope. ''I did whe n I was a youngster, sir." ''W ell, Bow e u you w e re eithe r walking in your s l eep or else trying to--" "Desert!" Bowen shot forth the word bis lip cu rling with bcorn while hi s eyes flas h e d dangerously. "Go to your t ent, my b oy I will thi uk this over. P i ease se n d H euderson i11 lit r e to rne They exchang ed salute s a s Bowen left the t eut. \V hen the orderly en tered the ca ptain explained his theory to him. "I think that Bowen is a somnambulist, Henderson. I m ean to w atch him closely to-night.' That evening Bowen was sound asleep wh e n 'taps" was sounded. But an hour later he noisele ssly dressed himself. While Ca ptain Coll ier was watching the t ent be suddenly remembered the words of the surgeon whom Ile had talked with concerning s 'eep walkers. The sur geon's words were fresh in his mind. They were: "A sudden climax to the dominant thought of a somnam bulist is liable to prove fatal." Just then Private Bowen, rifle in band, marched out of his tent. His eyes were wide open, but they had a peculiar, glassy appearance. As the captain had warned the sentry, Private Bowen was allowed to pass freely through the Union lines, with Captain Collier close be hind him. Bowen seemed able to pick out the best going, for he readily found and followed a well-beate11 path. They bad covered abont a mile when Collier thought that he would bring matters to a speedy termination. He readily overtook Bowen and seized bis arm. Bowen merely turned his glassy eyes at the captain, and then w ent along faster than before. The captain was sadly perplexed. He dared not awake Bowen, for fear of dis astrous consequences. The only thing to do was to fol low him until he should see fit to stop. All that night this strange couple marched on, side by s ide. It was a quarter past three by the captain's watch when Bpwen suddenly stopped by the side of a bay mow. Bowen fell asleep instantly on lying down, but the weary captain dared not follow bis exan1ple, for he did n o t know but what Bowen might start off again. It was broad daylight when Bowen, with a long drawn sigh, at last woke up. He gazed about him in amazement. ''Where am I?'' he asked, on observing Captain C o ll i er. 'Twenty miles from camp and under arrest for attempted desertion," replied the captain, in tbe sternest ,-oic e he could muster up, althongb his heart went out to the poo r b o y at his side. I :my boy, for Bowen was not yet twenty. They hired horses and got back to camp inside of two h o urs. Bowen had assured the captain that be knew 11othing of his adventures on the night before, and the kind-hearted Collier bad told Bowen that he would "fix" things. When they r eached camp Captain Collier went to sleep and sl ept till nearly five. Then he conferred with Sergeant Henderson as to what should be done about Bowen' s peculiar case. They had not reached a decision at half-past nine when they were suddenly startled' by a


\ 28 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. rifie shot. They rushed from the tent and saw Private Bowen lying on the ground with a sentry standing over him. ''I guess I caught him this time, captain," said the sentry, as be reloaded his gun. They carefully looked over the body, but found no mark of a bullet. Then Captain Collier again thought of the surgeon's words: "The sudden climax to the dominant thought of a somnaml;>ulist is liable to prove fatal.'' ( For Private Bowen was dead A Robbery Prevented. (By Gae Meclbury, New Y ork.) Although the saying, "If at first you don't succeed try again,'' is all right in some things, yet there are cases where 'it is better to lea\'e things alone the second time, as I can prove by this story, which is true. Last fall three men dropped off the train here, and after a walk of four miles arrived at Stockton. In the night they forced a door of the bank, and entered, but as they opened an inner door they set a bur glar alarm off and they left so suddenly that they left all their tools. It happened that the wire which connected the bank and house was broken, but the alarm did the work. 'fhat was tbe first attempt, and if the feilows had let it go at that they would not be behind prison bars, b ,ut they did not and so they bronght about their own downfall. This spri.ng three men got off the train .liere and went toward bt1t the station agent saw them, and as he remembered how the three men who attempted to rob tue bank before looked, he knew they were the same. As soon as he found that they were the would-be robbers he telephoned to Eltockton and taler them to be on the lookottt for them. That night apother attempt was made to rob the bank, but, of course, failed, as the people had been warned. Although the people were warned, the robbers es caped, but some days after a trace of them was found in Dunkir\c, and the statio11 agent was sent for to identify them, which he did, and they are 11ow in1 prison where they beiong. A Brave Little Bugler. (By Jimmer Wrigley. ) The scene of this story is laid in Southwest Montana. It was on oue of those nights which precedes a terrible blizzard. ' A young boy of about sixteen years of age is lying neatly wrapped in an army blanket, he is lying near the smoldering embers of a campfire. As he lay there he thought he heard a footstep .and turned over to see who it was, but he saw no one. He yawned, turned back, and was nearly asleep again when he heard the same noise He lay still and thought he would watch for the intruder. Jn a few moments he saw an Indian in warpaint steal up near the fire. He reached for his bugle, but the moment be laid his hand on it the Indian raised a gleaming knife and grunted: "Me kill you!" At this critical moment Chris-for that was the brave little bugler's name-saw his captain rise softly from his blanket aud aim, pull the trigger, alld fif-e; the Indian fell a lifeless corpse at Chris' feet. Although the shot had aroused the camp, Chris blew his bugle lot1dly. The captain then told him to sound the advance, and he did so. The Indians had by this time opened a scathing fire on the little camp, and the soldiers were returning it with interest. Chris was at the front with his captain when a bullet entered hls ankle. "Captain, I am wounded," he said. ''Go to the rear, my boy." "I would rather stay with you, sit'." ''All right, then," answered the captain. The soldiers were driving the Indians now, and just as victory seemed sure the brave old captain was seriously wounded. Chris turned to the men and said: ''Come on, boys, we will whip them yet." The men responded with a cheer of assent. Chris saw the men on the left 'IVavering and shouted: ' Boys, I am wounded in four places but I have not given up yet." The men began to work their guns faster. The fight continued fiercely. "1'he Indians have shot me again," he said, calmly, to his men. Once more Chris spoke, but faintly. "They have shot me again." Chris was put on a litter and ci:irried to the rear. Tl!e Indians v,-ere soon de[eated, and the captain was found to be shot in his side. Chris had seven wounds, and it was fully three months before he recovered, He was then made a lieutenant in the regular army, although only seventeen. Two years later the old captain was made a urnjor, and Chris was made Captain Christopher White, with good chances of becoming a colonel in the army sopn. Jack's Sweetheart. (By Jolin Miller, Pa.) The scene is laid iu a mining camp i11 the West. A young girl is on trial for horse steali1ig. I admit, it does not seem as if honest men could find a girl-and a handsome one, at that-guilty, bnt that was what they did. ''Well, boys, said the judge, "what is the verdict of this court." ''We, the jury, find that the girl is gnilty and that she be hanged by the neck until dead." A mnrmur of surprise ran over that rough audience, and a handsome young ma11 by the name of Jack Miller, who, by the way, was my uucle, arbse and said: "Boys, I never thought I would see the time that the men of this camp would hang a woman, and I for 0ne, will do my best to prevent it." Wel1, after a long talk1 it was agreed that she should go free. Jack took her home, aud it was theu he told her


I Plf\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 29 that be loved her. 1 'be answer that Jack received made him as happy a mau as ever lived and everything seemed bright till one night about two weeks after the trial. The mining camp is all a,sleep but the guard, and as he walks to 'an fro a figure glides up and stabs him to the heart. It then glides about the camp till at la s t it comes to Jack, and as the figure Jeans over him with upn1ised knife, it can be s een that it is a girl. The band drops to her !lide, aud as she looks down 011 that handsome fac;e, she murmurs: "No, I can't do it, for I Joye him." She places a kiss on bis lips and softl y glides away. Ne.ict morning it is fot1t1d that the twelv e jt1rymeu have been murdered and as the girl is missing it is blamed Oil her. Poor Jack, he said it was his fault, and at tbe e nd of a week he hud died of a broke11 heart. The boues t miners buried him in a lonely grave. Two years later a girl i s kneeling be side that gra, e a tid the once handsome fac e is now pale and drawn. Next morning the miners fiu d h e r corpse a ud a note requestin g that she be buried beside her sweetheart Jack. When 1 vi sited that camp, I was shown the two graves a t my reques t, 'l'wo stones mar k the place, a11d o r 1 o n e is "Jar.k, on the other "Jack's Sweethe a,rt. An Odd Job. (By J. E verett Ewing, N. C. ) S a y kid, do you w ant a job?" This was fir e d at Burt Harris a lad about s ixtee n years of a g e. The "kid" was sta11di11g o u the corner of .i. Tintb and Green streets, with a mrn1ber of other yot1ths, all of wh o m were dres sed better than 'Burt. Probably these boys would have been a shamed to be s een with-or too "stud.;: up" to notice-him, ha d h e not jl1st stop ped a fight in time to save the combatants from half killing ea c h othe r ( m d these boys were uo w plying him with q11estions s o a s to get t o the bottom of the nff a ir, when a rather fla s llil y dressed, s p ortylooking 'gent'' on the opposite corner acco s ted the btrnch with the o petling words. B11rt, thinking rightly that be was the one aduressed, l ooked up quickly and telling the boy s h e wonld tell the m a ll about the ''scrap'' some other time, left them aud cro ssed t h e stree t. Speaking respectfnlly, though he did n o t like the man s lo oks, b e asked what kind of a job it was. "If you will d eliver this package to J H. Hardesty N'o. 1427 Hayden street, and rueet me here in Olle hour I'll give you a dollar," explained the sporty-lookiug "gent. "But," b e cautioned, "give it to 110 one but J\1r. Hardesty." "But I know who you are, or that I get my pay 'Jus t ask for Walter Smith, at the cafe over on the opp o site corne r, tlle re, poi11ting at the door of a half restaural)t, half saloo u across the street. All 0. K. I'll b e back iu oue hour, sir." With this B lirt too k the pa c kage and started off at a brisk walk. After about twenty minutes Burt came to an old, 9dd looking ho-;.1se which bore the right number. Burt knoc;ked at the door. No sooner had he done s o than it. was opened by an officer in uniform The officer grabbe d him by the shoulder apd pushed hin1 violently into a room in which some half dozen policemen were gathered. All this happened so quickly that Burt had no chance to speak, but now he asked, "What does this mean?" ''It means that we have been looking for YOll for a good while, and now tl1at we have you, I'll tell you that you are urtder arres;,'' spoke one of the officers, as he clapped the ' bracele(s" on Burt's wrists. "But I have done nothing wrong," expostulated 13urt ' Oh, uo, you fellows n ever do nnything wrong, after you're cat1ght," sneered the officer. Well, what crime have I co111mitt ed? What am I arrested for? '' Co1111terfeiti11g.'' The package which Burt had carried had been opened aud was found to contain in pape r. Burt was so taken aback that his face flnsbed and paled by turns. 'this was at once taken a s an evidence of his guilt; tbe "hnrry-up" wagon wa s for, and Bttrt was soon b e fore the sergeant. ''What have yon got t o s a y for yourself?'' a sked the s e rgeant. Burt tol d his stor y in a straightforward manuer, omitting 1 o thing. Within a half h o u r after l e i lin g 11is sto r y three policemen hro11gbt i n the sport:--1 "gent," Walter Smith . When this hap p e ued t!Je sergeant t11rned to Burt and asked him several questions, and frou1 the answers found that Bnrt was inuoc ell t of auy attempt at wrongdoing. Burt gave tlie names and addres se s of tbose he knew of the boys with whom he s t o o d 011 the corner when be bad got his j ob. Seve:-al of them w e re su111moned, and the y told enough to c e .1r tlte lad. W hen the trial c a me tip both Smith ant\ J. H. HardeHty were eonvic:ed aud give n long terms of imprisonment. Bt11't did not get hi s dollar for carrying the paf;kage, but he got $ 5 0 for aiding the' police in eaptuting the counterfeiters. The p ofice ho.

' 30 Dlf\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST At this point the river was joined by another, and as there was quite a current they did not have to paddle again. "What's that noise?" asked Sam, as a crackling was heard in the bushes. "Don't know," said Mose, "looks like rain." When they :ot to the village Mose got out, but soon came back with a banjo. ''I've bee11 saving up my money," he explained. After a while they came to a good place in a grove of wood. They set a l:out building a shanty of bark and when it was done it was to late to 10 hunting, but they had some food and so did not go to bed hungry. They bad got in some wood in case of rain, and after supper went to bed. About three o'clock Mose heard a noise and got up to look out. What was his horror to see an animal. He got what he thought was a stick of wood, but it was his banjo in stead, tbouih he didn't know it. He threw it at the animal, but it hit a tree. They watched till morning, and then, to their disgust, found it was only Sam's dog, and Mose bad broken one of his banjo strings. They went borne that day. Tm Only Witness. (.By F. J. Sperry, Ohio.) Willis Winquist was an old shoemaker, and the years of grief and toil had caused his large blue eyes to become dimmed with tears. His cheeks were pale and bis high and broad foreltead had become so wrinkled that he looked old and decrepit. The night was cold and stormy, and the wind was fiercely through the old elm trees, and as the little old cob61er's clock was ticking the hour of ten the door suddenly opened and a tall, handsome young man entered the roem. He removed his hat and in a few short strides he '\Vas standing before the old shoemaker. The old man seemed to be nervous, and with a cry of pain he exclaim ea, in a whisper: ''My God r Frederick Lang, have you returned to this country to hound me down like a dog? You come bere to..night to wring a confession from me, but as sure as God is my guide i all noble things I will swear that you were the guilty murderer of your poor old father when we were in the leather trust as partners.'' "You lie, like a Spaniard, you-you old sea dog, hissed the young man, that the old cobbler ac cused of murdering bis own father in cold blood. ''Yon cannot prove it, and I shall send you to the ga1lows, for nobody will believe you for you are dishonest and you have stained your fingers in crime. ''Ha! ha! old man, luck is against you this time, and you must suffer for a great criminal offense," laughed Frederick Lang as he looked at the old man in a threatening manner. '' l can prove to the vmrld my innocence, and the proper time comes, you yes you, Frederick Lang, will pay the penalty instead of me," sobbed the old man as he buried his face in his hands. ''Bring forth your witnesses whenever you desire, to convict me, for I am only too anxious to see your false confederates; and old mau, jus t bear in mind wlien the proper time conies, I will be at the prison wheo the execution takes place," laughed Frederick Lang, as b e was about to take his departure. But, lo! a worn an in black met him at the d oor, and in another moment she was at bis side. He recoiled in anguish and fear, for he had seen that face and those dark, blazing eyes before. ''Stand back! you coward, I have heard your insults, and as a woman who is a true and loving daughter, I am here to protect my poor old father, whom you accu s e of murdering your father," cried the woman, as she clasped her band firmly uon the shoulder of Frederick Lang. He wrenched and swore, but to no avail, nor conld he free himself from the iron grip of the woman's baud. He stood with bowed bead and with a curse npon bis rum-soaked lips he exclaimed: "Foiled at last, and by a beautiful woman who pos sesses great hypnotic power, for I cannot free myself from her grasp.'' ''Ha, ha! Frederick Lang, so you will be pleased to meet the person that watched you when you pierced your poor old father's heart with a glass-pointed dag hissed the woman, as she looked him in the face. "I was the only witness to that awful crime, and you are the murderer, instead of poor old father." 'My God! she knows it all,'' cried the wretch; "for God's sake, forgive me, Miss Wiuquist. Keep this hor rible deed a secret as long as you Ii ve, and as for myself, if you will not send me to prison, I will go to Italy and try and become a man.'' ''Go! and if you ever return I shall have you arrested and duly punished." Frederick Lang opened the door and with tears in his eyes, aud with a mocking smile upon his lips be was soon enveloped in the darkness. The papers annouuced one morning that Hon. Frederick Lang, of New York was aboard the "French bark" to Italy to wed a famous French beauty. Poor old Willis Winquist never recovered from the cruel treatment that Frederick Lang bad heaped upon him, and one morning he was found dead in bis little shop in Forrer street. A Fight in Woods. (By John Jones, Pa.) One day about four years ago tbe shaft where I was working was idle. I aml a friend of mine was g0ing through the forest to the company store. We were going along a railroad through the forest when a man drew up from the brush with a revolver in bis :hand 3'1ld fired. At hearing the shot I and my friend ran for half an hour. When we stopped my friend said: "Your neck is bleeding, John. Three hours after the doctor told me I was shot in the neck and bad a narrew escape of losing my life.


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