Diamond Dick, Jr.'s mind reader, or, Fighting an all-star combination

Diamond Dick, Jr.'s mind reader, or, Fighting an all-star combination

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Diamond Dick, Jr.'s mind reader, or, Fighting an all-star combination
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Diamond Dick, Jr.
Lawson, W. B.
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i ssued By S : tbscriptitm Sz.so per year. E ztrred as Second Clas s Jlf.zt'rr at New York P.>st Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 St . N. Y. No.295. Price, Five Cents. ----. DIAMOND DICK, JR CAUGHT WHOOPI!SG AND\" B\" THE LEG, AND THE BANK THIEF AND ALTrAROUND BAD MAN TURNED A COMPLETE SOMERSAULT.


; .tio11 Szso P" yt>ar. E"te re d as Second Cl a s s Afa!te-at the N. Y. Pos t Ojjiu, l! y STREET & SMITH, 238' Wil/t-:z,,. St., N. Y. Entered a ccor ding to A c t of C o n g re ss ifl the y ear IQOz "'tiLe Offic e o f the Librarian of Cong ress, fVasltingt on, D. C. No. 295. NEW YORK, june 7, 1902. Price Five Cen ts. Diamond Dick, J r.'s, Mind Reader; OR, FIGHTING AN .. ST AI\ COMBINATION. By the author of DICK."' CHAPTER I. THE' A LL-STAR IN A 1\fiX-UP Pardon me, s ir, but are you Di a m ond Dic k, Jr. ? 'rhe Texa s Bell e wa s up B uff alo Bayou, e n route from Galveston to Hou s ton It i s only fift y mile s betwe e n the tw o point s but as the bayou does not avera ge fort y y ard s in width a nd is as c r ooked a s th e lette r S it u s u a lly to o k th e T e x as B elle some t e n h o urs to make the trip. The little steamer had c o vered about half the di s t a nce t o H ousto n when a man in a loug linen cluster appro ached a young fellow who had his chair tilted bac k against the rail and was reflectively smoking, a nd v o jced the qu es ti o n that opens this chapter. The man in the linen duster dropped i%1 a chair b e s ide him and went on in a l o w tone: "Did you h ear o f the bi g r o bber y in G a lve s t o n a few days ag o ? "Yo u m e an th e r o bbt:r y o f the Cm1solid a t e d Ka tioual ?'' "Yes." "I heard o f it. The thieve s g o t a w a y with s ome fifty thousand d o !Jars." "T'he y haven't go t awa y with it, yet." "What do :yo u mean?" "I;ll be plain with y o u, Di a m o nd Dick, Jr. I a m a detective a nd have been working on the bank robbery case. I followed one of the men, wholl? I believed to be connected with the robbery, upon this boat. I have since learned that my s uspicions o f the "'rha t 's my n ame," replied the youlh, l o okitJ g np. f e ll o w a re c o rre ct. Anh our a fter leaving G al ves t o n


2 PIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BEST WEEKLV. he met three other men in the cabiu, and I am fied that that is the all-star combination that workeJ. the robbery." "What are you going to do about it?" "I a111 going t o arrest them. As they are all des perate fellows, l;10wever, and as I hwe hedrd c o n::.id erable you, I waut you to help me. It will be wo of us against four, but I do n o t know of any 011e 'lse o n the b oat on who m I c ould depend." "vVe two are enough," returned Diamond Dick, Jr. "':Vhere ilre the men?" I "They are c oming way from the end of the b,al n J W. 'l'he f6ur men with derby hats." Bertie looked at the quartet. 'l' o his experienced eye they certainly had every appearance uf being desperate and successful crooks. As they reached the stairway leading to the upper deck the f our separated, two of them g oing upstairs. "That's bad," muttered the detective. "Not at all," replied Bertie. "I'll follow the two who went to the upper deck., 'Wouldn't it be better if we gave our attention to these two fellows first?" "There might be trouble, and the other two wonlcl take alarm, and, pos'iibly, give t1'i the slip." "Very_ well. If )'on'll bag those fellows I'll take care of these." Bertie started upstairs. two crooks he was after had gone up to the pilot house and the youth followe&i. He had barely lifted his head above the pilct house deck when an exciting scene met his eyes. On this deck pa_sse11gers were no.t allowf;d, and the two crooks, with drawn revolvers in their hands, were covering the mau in the pilot house. "Not a word above a whisper, on yom life!" said one of the crooki:. "What do you want?" returned the pilQt, in a l1>W :vmce. "Shut up, and do what we tell you. Do yon see that big oak, yonder, with the branch jutting o11t qver the water?" 'rhe pilot nodde. d. "Is there plenty of water under that ? 9 you can nm under it?" The pilot nodded again. ''1'hen do so.'' Still standmg on the ladder, Diamond Dick, Jr., drew his revolvers, .rested his elbows on the deck, alHl took deliberate aim at the croob. "He will do nothing of the kind!" said Diamond Dick, Jr., sharply. 'l'he crooks turned about hastily. "Who are you?" queried one of them, Before Bertie could reply the pilot had taken adva!Jtage of the fact that the men's faces were turned temporarily from him and had spra11g through one of the open windows of the pilot house. An instant later his fingers were twined about the neck of the crook nearest him, and they were engaged in a terrific strugg le. Springing upon the deck, Bertie started for the other man. "You're my pri5oner!" he cried. "Not much!" replied the 1118.11; and then, reckless of consequences, he leaped at Diamond Dick, Jr., with the ferocity of a tiger. Bertie dropped his revolvers and caught the lll;ll1 about the neck. A moment later the y fell to the deck and rolled over and oer toward the edge. Another instant and they would have rolled off and dropped into the water had not Bertie checked hinl'self by an exertion of all his strength. Tearing himself free' from his antagonist's grasp, he leaped to his feet. The bank robber also sprang np. He had a kuife in his hand and' made a vicious lunge at the yot;th. 'With a lightuiug-like movement, Diamond Dick. Jr., knocked llle knife aside and dealt the man a stnnning blow under the car. He fell like a log. "Help!" cried the pilot. Bertie whirled about and faced JtJ the direction from which the call proceeded. He discovered that the pilot had uuder-eslimate.d


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY .. the strength and prowess of his adversa r y for the l atte r had pinned the b o atman to the deck and wa s making hurried and determined preparations fur settling" him for good and all. Without losing a moment's time, our hero bounded to the rescue and the pilot's antagor.Aist was soon put where he could do no damage. "I'd like to know what those fellows mean by this business," panted the pilot, as he climbed back into the pilot house and caugllt the wheel. "Have you 11 piece of handy?" asked Bertie. "There you are," returned the pilot, tossing him a small coil of tarred rope. 'Bertie used it to secure the captured b ank robber. He then turned tu the spot where he had left the thief, stunned and unconscious. To his surprise, the man had disappeared. Where had he gone? Bertie gave a quick look about him and decided that the robber must have recovered his wits aud da s hed down to the lower deck. Without pausing to e xplain tu the pil o t what he wa s about, the youth sprang down the ladder. The captain of the boat had ju s t got it through hi s head that something wa s the matter, and had start. ed for the upper deck. Bertie, as he cam e down, c o llided with him. "What's up?" queried the captain. "What has happened?" "Look here," said Bertie, clutching the collar of the skipper's coat and hissing the words into his ear, "don't you let on as though anything had happened. I've got a prisoner on the upper deck and I want him to remain there until we reach Houston. Don't you raise any commotion, but go up this ladder and the pilot will tell you all about it." The captain looked after Bertie in amazement until he disappeared in the throng of passengers; then he made hi<> way up the ladder. Bertie's search for the missing thief was indefatigable, but in vain. The fellow seemed to have disappeared from the boat. There was another thing our hero was at a loss to account for. He was unable to find any trace of the other two m e n iu derby hats or of the man in the linen duster. His search was thorough, and, at last, baff led and puzzled, he made his wa:x up to the pilot house. captain stood by one of the little windows talking with the pilot. "Are you a detective?" asked the captain. 1'No," replied Bertie. "The pilot tells me you put up a pretty good fight. Who is that fellow on the deck there?" "A bank thief." "The deuce!" "There were three others on this boat. \Vas there o.ny disturbance downstairs a little while ago?" "Nothing unusual." "No one jumped from the boat and swam a shore?" "Not that I know of." Bertie was silent for a momnet; then he a sked: ''How long before we reach Houston?'' ''Half an hour.'' "When we get there, captain, I want you to hav e the prisoner carte d to the jail. Will you do it'" ''Yes.'' Bertie went down stairs again and made another s earch for the detective and the missing robbers. As he was walking back and forth, his sharp e ) e s taking in the face of every passenger, a man with a sanctimonious expression of face, and wearing a long, black coat came out of the c a bin. He held conspicuously in his hand a small pocket Bible and was evidently a clergyman. Bertie was greatly surprised at the sight of tbis man. He had not s e en him during his previous search, and he wondered how such a peculiar-looki.ng nlan could have escaped his notice. The clerical-looking man walked on past our hero and took a seat in the stern of the boat. While they were drawing up at the wharf in Hous ton the passengers crowded to the side of the boat from which a landing was to be effected, and Bertie,


4 DIJ\MOND DI CK, J R.-THE BO Y S BEST WEEKLY happening to glance up, saw the sanctimonious-look ing man gazing squarely at him. I The fellow's ey e s were turned away instantly as they met Bertie's, but not before our hero had had a .flash that convinced him that this man was none other than the bank robber who had escaped him on the upper deck. The thief's disguise was well-nigh periect. Bertie endeavored to work his way toward the crook, but the crowd was so thick he found this im possible. He kept a vigilant eye on the man, however, as the passengers began snrging across the landing plank to the wharf. As the crowd thinned out upon reaching shore, the youth felt that he would be able to effect a capture. The crook was some distance ahead, and was half way across the plank before Bertie stepped on it. On reaching the pier tht: crook quickened his steps almost to a run, signaling a passing cab with the mn hrella he carried. It was some time before Bertie could shake himself free of the crowd. When he was finally able to do so, the man he was following was disappearing down the street in the cab. Bertie looked about for another vehicle in which to follow him. There was no.ne in sight. Beside the curb stood a telegraph messenger boy, leaning on a bicycle. "What's your name?" asked Bertie, running up to the boy. "George Walton," answered the boy, astonished lilt our hero's abrupt manuer. "I want to borrow your bicycle," went on hurriedly. "I will return it to you the telegraph office. In the meantime, to assure you of my good intentions, here's a hundred-dollar bill. When Ireturn the wheel you may give me back e ighty of it, keeping twenty for the rental." "But--" began the boy. Bertie had no time to wait for him to finish, so he sprang o n t he wheel and das h ed away at a scorching pace. "I'll capt ure that bogus preacher," he muttered, "or know the reason why 1" CHAPTER II. THE SAFE-DEPOSIT VAULT. 'rbe man in the carriage was evidently aware that he was being followed, !or the vehicle doubled this way and that along cross streets for the purpose, undoubtedly, of throwing Bertie off the track. The youth, however, was a good cyclist, and this was by no means his first experience in "shadowing." Fiuding it impossible to escape him, the carriage at last drew up at the curb, the crook leaped out, and the carriage drove off. The clergyman whirled about, saw Diamond Dick, -' Jr. pedaling toward him, and then turned and ran down a flight of stone steps into a basement. After leaning his bicyde against a lamp-post, Ber tie followed. Above the basement doors, in gilt letters, were the words: "Metropolitan Safety-Deposit Vaults." Passing into the basement, the youth was confronted by three grated walls. In front of him was an electric bell. He pressed it and waited. At least two minutes passed, and his summons was not auswered. Again he pressed the bell, with no better results than he had had the first time. Could it be possible that the proprietors of the vaults were using this to help the crook escape? The time Bertie put his finger against the little rubber button the iron door in front of him was thrown open and a gray-haired man, wearing a uniform and the star of a special policeman, stepped to one side for him to enter. Bertie went in. The crook was standing at a counter, but upou catching sight of Bertie he hurried rapidly across the


DiAMOND JR.-THE BOYS9 BEST \VEEKLY. 5 stone floor and vanished within a corridor, a grated door clanging shut behind him. Without pausing to give a word of explanation, Diamond Dick, Jr., followed the fleeing man. Turning the knob of the grated door, he entered the corridor, just as the crook disappeared through a door at the other end. Bertie hurried after him; but in spite of all his efforts, he could not open the last door through which his man had gone. ':Hello, there!" shouted Bertie. "What is it?" queried the man with the star, ap pearing on the other side of the door by which Bertie had entered the corridor. "Open this door for me!" "Why?" was the deliberate query. "Can.'t you see why?" retorfed Bertie. "That man will get away from me.'' "Of course he'll get away from you." "Upon my soul, you talk as thongh } ou wa11ted him to.'' "So I do. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for hounding about such a good man as Elder Wiggins.'' Bertie could hardly believe his ears. coming back to the first door, he looked through the gratings at the man with the star. "Do you think that fellow is a clergyman?" "I know he is." "Well, you're away off in your reckoning, but I haven't any time to explai n the situation now. Tha t man will get away from me if I don't take right after him. '' Bertie sought to pu h open the door aud go out. To hi s surprise, he was not able to open the door from the inside. use," said the man with the star. "Let me out. "I will, in about fifteen minutes." Bertie's hand wandered toward his pistol pocket, but he did not draw his weapon, for he knew that such a demonstration would be useless. "What right have you to keep me shut up here?" ''1'he moral right to save a good man like Elder Wiggins the socidy of a crook of your caliber." Bertie stared at the man in uniform and then gave vent to a low laugh. "That fellow must have thrown you into a trance,, said he. "What did he tell you?" "He told us all about how you were trying to blackmail him. We would turn you over to the police without any further words had not the elder e s pecially requested that we do not do so." "Who is this elder?" "He is a noted divine, and live s in Galveston. He brought us a letter of introduction from the mayor of that city." "What did he tell you about me?" "Oh, he gave us a pretty good e stimate of your character.'' "But what did he say?" persisted Bertie. "He told us how you had tried to s ell him a gold brick, and fa'iling in that, had tried to inveigle him into a gamt! of cards--" "'rhat'll do," returned who was beginning to feel a certain amount of admiration for the crook's gigantic nerve. "He. has succeeded in pulling the wool over your eyes very beautifully. Why, he is no more a preacher than I am. He is a thief-a bank robber.'' "Sir, you are adding insult to injury--" "Well, well, say no more about it. Isn't it pretty near time y ou let me out of here?" "Keep him there at least an hour, "rhomas !" called a voice from the front of the office. Hardly had the echoes of the voice died away when the door opened and some one entered. Although Bertie could not see who the newcomer was, he could hear distinctly the conversation that took place. "Good-morning," said the newcomer; "I am look ing for a gentleman named Jones." ''That's me,'' replied the man behind the counter. ":\Iy name is Wiggins, Reverend Isaac Wiggins. I come from Galve s ton, and, when I started from


6 DIAMOND DICK. JR.THE BOYSP BEST WEEKLY there on the boat I 1iad a letter of introduction to you j from the ma y or --'' "You elder Wiggins?" came the gasping query. "Yes. As I was saying, when I left Galveston I had a letter of introduction to you from the mayor of the city. While on the boat, however, I fell in with a gentleman of rather doubtful appearance, and, although I hate to say it, I fully believe he stole that letter from me. What his purpose could have been I cannot fathom. As I shall probably soon receive a charoe in this city I wish to rent a box in these "' vaults, and--But what is the matter, sir?" "Was this the letter you received from the mayor?" "The identical one! How in the world has it man aged to find its way into your possession?'' "We have made a most egregious blunder! Thomas, let that man out! We have been played for sucker s in a way that makes my blood boil.'' "Played for suckers? I do not understand--" "I will explain all in a few moments. Pra y b e seated, elder, be seated." As Thomas threw open the iron door Bertie hur ried out, gave a glance at the neatly-dressed gentl e man who was the real elder Wiggins and rushed out of the deposit vault and up the basement stairs. The bogus elder was gone-and s o was the me sse nger boy's bicycle! Bertie felt a trifle savage. "I ought to go back on the frontier," he gro wled ; ''it begins to look as though these city crooks w ere too much for me." Hardly knowing what step he should take ne x t, be started aimlessly along the street. He had not proceeded many blocks when he saw his messenger boy spinning along the street on th e same wheel he bad rented of him a short time before "The boy must have followed me in som.e wa y," thought Bertie, "and so gained possession of his bicycle when I left it to go into the deposit vault. Hello, there!" he called, hailing the boy. Catching sight of Bertie, the mes senger rode up t o the walk. "Is that the same wheel I rented of you a little while ago?" "Yes. What did you turn it over to that preacher looking chap for?'' "I didn't turn it over to him-he stole it.'' The messenger boy gave a long whi s tle. "I thought there was a nigger in the fence somewhere." "What made you think that? Where did y ou see that 'preacher-looking fellow?' ''After you took my bicycle I started to deliver m y message. It was for Bolter & Gordon, the under takers. After they had signed for the message, I sta rted out of the office. No sooner had I the door, however, than I saw this chap who looked like a preacher dash up to the door on my bike. Well, I was stumped. I thought u-.e best way out of it was to jump on the wlieel and make off, and what I did. Here's your hundred dollars, mister." Bertie took the bill and t e ndered the boy a twenty. "That's too much." ''I'm the best judg e of that. Where are thes e undertakers' rooms?" The bo y directed l1im how to reach the und e r t aker's place of bu si11ess and then rode off "Now, once more," muttered Bertie. "If I fail t o catch him this time I'll l1ave to admit that be's smarter than I am." CHAPTER III. AT THE UNDERTAKERS'. When Bertie reached Bolter & Gordon's place of busine s s he found a long, black undertaker's wagon drawn up at the door. A carriage was also in waiting. As he entered the nicely-furnished offic e a little bell rang above the door. The summons was not answered at once, and th e youth sat down beside a table. On the top of the table la y an opened telegram. Bertie s aw it and the glan c e he gave wM sufficient to put him in pos s ession of its contents, although h e


DIAMOND DiCK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. had no wish or desire to discover what the U!cssage 'contained. It read as follows: Bolter Gordon, Houston, Send body of Ed ward Sullivan to me at Giddings. ".M. SULLIVAN. l) An instant later a dapper little gentleman the office from a rear apartment. "Are you one of the proprietors?" q neried Bertie. "Yes, sir-Bolter's my name. What can I do for you, sir?'' "A man with a sanctimonious face and clericallooking clothes cmne in here a short time ago. I want to find him. Is he here now?" Bolter rubbed his chin. "Sanctimonious face, clerical clothes," he murmured. "Ah, yon must mean the Reverend L\1r. Wiggins." "That's the fellow." ((No, he isn't here." "Did you see him go out?" "'See him go out, my dear sir? r1o, sir, I did not see him go out, but if he isn't here now be must have gmie out." "You are sure he isn't here?" "Positive." "May I look in the rear rooms?" "It would be useless." "Perhaps; but I would like to look, all the same." "l\ Irs. Sullivan and her .. daugllter are back there. We are just boxing up l\lr. Sullivan for shipment to Giddings. It would be very painful for them, per haps, to nave y ou hunting around in there just now. Can't you put it off? Really, sir, I cannot under stand why you should think the Reverend l\Ir. Wiggins is hiding about our establishment." "I have my reasons and I must look, now. If you will not allow me, I will call in a policeman and do it anyway." ''Don't call iu any policeman, sir. That would certainly shock l\Irs. Snlli van's nerves, and the _poor lady has all she can stagger under. I'll tell you-let me remove the body to the wagon and then you can look to your heart's content." "Very well." The undertaker went back into the rear. After a short i nterval the rear door was again opened and four men came out carrying a long wooden box which undoubtedly contained all that was mortal of the late Mr. Sullivan. Following the box came two ladies, heavily veiled. As the box passed him, Bertie saw that upon it was pasted a doctor's certificate and the address, '':'11. Sullivan, Giddings, Texas." The box was placed in the undertaker's wagon and the ladies gut into the carriage. Both vehicles then drove away. "They are in ample time for the train," remarked Mr. Bolter, coming in again, "and now, sir, if you will step this way you may do all the you wish to do." \ Bertie went into the rear room. Caskets, with their covers on, were standing up in rows around the walls. "Besides the office, this is the ouly other room we have," said Bolter. "You see, it is quite for anybody to hide here-admitting for the sake of argument, that the Reverend Mr. Wiggins would want to hide. I cannot imagine, sir, why you should think so badly of that respectable gentleman." "Because that respect able gentleman IS not a but a baiJk thief." "Bank thief? Impossible!" "It's not impossible, but the truth. You'll have to take my word for it, as I am ,not goi11g to enter into any explanations. If you do not see fit to help me in my search I will call in the police department." "Don't do that! l\Iy dear sir, can you not see that there is no possible place for a person to .hide?" "Are those coffins all empty?'' "Certainly. "Open them one after the other and let me see." evidently thought this a useless piece of work, but, nevertheless, he went at it.


DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYs BEST WEEKLYo One by one the coffins in the grewsome row were uncovered. "\' ou see," said Bolter, as he approached the la s t one, "I was correct-they are all empty, and--" 'I'he words died away on his lips. As he opened the last box he was confronted by a n1otionless form in a shroud. 1Who is it?" queried Bertie. "Good Heaven!" gasped Bolter; "it's the dead mau-Sullivan. 5 "'I'he man who was supposed to be in that box was taken out of here a short time ago?" "Yes." "How do you account for the fact that the corpse is here?'' asked Bertie, cooll y "I don't account for it-I can 't," returned Bolter, wiping the perspiration from hi s brow. "I can." "How? "Knowiug I v : as after him, and wanti11g to get out bf town in a quiet way, the mim whom you c all the Revl:!rend Mr. Wiggins simpl y changed place s wi-th the corpse." Bolter gave vent to a hollow gro an. "There'll be a pretty how d ye do when that bo x reacl1es Giddings." "\\'hat train was that box going out on?" ' Houston and Texas Central.'' "\\'hat time does the train leave ? "Three o 'clock." "What time is it 11ow ?" "'l'hree-five." "'I'heu we're five minutes too late to catch it." "Exactly; and it will go through to Giddings." "No, it won't." "\\lhy not?" ''Because I will telegraph the agent at Brenham to take it off the train, open it, and arre s t our man "You will attend to this at once?" "Yes; .without a moment's delay." uThen I will send on another box and be sure SuJ linn is in it this time.'' Bertie hurried away, sent his telegram and then went to a hotel and waited for a reply. In a few hours the answer came. "Diamond Dick, Jr., Houston: Took off bo x sup posed to contain corpse of M. Sullivan. Nothing in the bo x but a quantity of express matter. "J. HUMPHREY, Sheriff." "Well," muttered Bertie, "I'm sure of one thing, and that is that this bank thief is an artful dodger ann sharp as a steel trap. I am also positive that I will catJch him. But what next? That's the que s tion." .CHAPTER IV. THE MIND-READER. A s s oon a s the express mes senger who had the run from Houston to Giddings returned to Houston, D i a monel Dick, Jr., called to see him. "Did y on h ave a c orp s e in your ch a rge when y ou left Hous ton on your last trip? inquired Bertie. "Yes the sheriff cam e aboard and took it off at Brenham. '' "Did you miss any express packages when y reached the end of your run?'' "Yes; but the sheriff found them and turned them over to the company." "Then you are certain that you must hav e carrie d a pretty lively corpse out of Hou s ton, ancl th a t it g o t out of the traiu, s omewhere between he r e and Brenham, and filled up the box with e x press matter in order to w eight it so that the escape would not b e noticed uutil the box was ope11ed ?" "1'hat's it. You bet the corpse was lively enough -and foxy enough, too, for that matter, for I was n't out of the express car for a minute." "Then how do yon account for wh a t happened?" "\Vel!, I must have dozed off to s leep between stations. I have been overworked lately, as I have had to make, a couple of extra trips to helpouta messenger who i s srck. '' "You' re a light sleeper?"


DRI\MOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS BEST WEEKLYo "Yes. The corpse must have been cat-footed." a u hour you will find tile messenger and the n egru "You h ave no idea where the man in the box got waiting t o see y o u. in the meantime, if y o u will off?" drop around t o a little resort that I kno w o f, near "No; because I dozed in m y chair every time I got a chance." Thus it happened that our hero left the express office without having obtained a particle of information. Be decided to go to the jail and interview the thief h e had captured on the boat, and had just turned t o proceed .in the direction of the county jail when he felt some one clutch his sleeve. The yonth turned and came to a stop. At his elbow was a m a n of cadaverous a spect, n eatly dresse d, and wearing long h air and a placid smile. ' I w ouldn' t go there i f I w e r e y o n, Diamond Dick, Jr. "Wouldn't go where?" ask e d Bertie iu surprise. \ \' h y t o the jail.'' "How d o yon happe n to know that I a m going t o ti;e j : 1il ?" "\\hat I do kno w, m y young fr i e n d, fill s a much large r book U n u wha t I d o n'L know." "You're m othe train fr,,m wh ich the c rpse elisa ppeare d. "\\'ha t has h e g i n e t J see him for?" The m ari with the placid smile heaved a deep s i g h "'l'ha t I can n u t t e ll. I get t h e iuf, rmatin u b y a reflex a c ti 1 ll ( f ynur cerebrum and it's h a rd t u r eac.l a 111an's mind in that way." was mysti f t e d. If the m a n w e r e a f akir h e was an < n e "\\ha t c1 e s the n egr> kn" w tha t the m ess enger s l H uld want t o bring him t o m e ? "';['hat's e l s e I cannu t a n s w e r but I c a n tell yu u this: If j"(' U g e t ba c k t o y our l w t el in ualf here, I would be llighly pleased to spend two bits for beer and can present something for your consid-eratio n which will be gre,atly to your benefit." Determined to find out what this man's object \"\'as, Bertie accompanied him to a saloon and chop hous e where they could seat themselves 111 a room and be private. "You wish me to tell you my name," said the man with the long hair; "you have that question on your mind now. \ \l ell, my name is Bill Dollar, and I am sometimes ca1led Dollar Bill, Bogus Bill, Bad Dollar, flnd so on. But I'm all right. I'm a mind r eader, friend-so versed iu the psychological w ork ings of the brains of biped mammals that I can pos_ sess m yself of a nother's thoughts as easily as I can s w allow tHis glass of beer. Yon will admit that that i s no difficult t ask," and Mr. Bill Dollar guiP,ed down his glass 6(Pilsener in a twinkling. "\Vha t did you bring me here for?" "It strikes me, l\1r. Bertie Wade that yon and I would m ake a good pair t o draw to. With yonr nerve and 111y mind-reading ability we'd b e simply invincible. 1 'm a phenomenon in a w ay, bnt I haven' t an y sa nd. I'm a co ward from the g r ouud up." Yon admit it? ((Freel y. N ow yon want t o find the b a n k thief tha t escaped y on on the _boat, and, later, at the d eposit 'attlt and the undertaking rooms. \.'ou would al s o b e pleased to run across the man in the linen dus t e r. These thieves are wanted in Galveston. 'l'he re i s a reward out for them o f t w enty thousand d o ll a rs. That's five thousand for each of the thieves Suppose we pool i ss u e s and divide what we make?" "I'll do it," replied Bertie, rather amused at the idea of taking in such a p artner. ''Good! I'll m eet you at the Hous t o n and Texas Centra l Railroad depot for the nine o'clock train to morrow." "But 1'111 nol going, uut o f t h e <.:ity just---'1


DIJ\MOND DJCK9 JR.-THE BOYS9 BEST ','Oh, .yes, you are! I'll meet you there. on me. And here, my boy, is success to our partn@rship." Bertie draiued his glass and then set it clown with a smile and left the place. When he reached his hotel l1e was rather startled at being informed that the express messenger and a colored man were waiting to see him. He 'went down to the office at once and presented himself to his callers. "What can I do for you?" i1e asked. "On the train that took out that lively corpse," replied the messenger, "Nick, here, was in the sleeping-car. He was sitting in an unoccupied berth looking .out of a window. All at once he saw a man lying in a ditch alongside the track, and supposed at first he had fallen from the train. Be started up to. give the alarm, and theu, thinking it might, after all, be only some tramp who had lain down there and gone to sleep, he sat down again. I met Nick on the street a short time after I talked with you, ancl he told me of this. I took him to the people, first, but they simply laughed at the idea of the man in the ditch being the corpse. So I have brought him to you.'' ''Thank yon,'' Mid Bertie ; then, turning to the negro, he asked : . "What kind of "clothes did the man in the ditch have on?" "Black do's, sah. Ah kain't tell much mo dan dat, kase we skipped by so quick, but he was clresserl in black, sah, dar's no doubt 'bout dat." "Whereabouts did you see him?" "'Tween Hempstead an' Chapel Hill, jes' dis side de bridge over de Brazos Ribber." "The man in the ditch made no sound that you could hear? No cry or groan?" "He lay jes' as still as a dead man, boss." "All right,'' said Bertie. ".:\I uch obliged for the Then he pressed silver the hands .of each of the men and went up to his room. All that night, during his waking molllents, which_ were many,l he was think_ing of Bill Dollar. He at last came to the conclusion that either Dollar possessed a peculiar art or else that he was leagued with the robbers. In any event, Bertie was determined to keep a watchful eye ou his new partner. "He'll have to prove himself before I trust him t()o far," mnsed the youth, flS he finally aozed off to sleep. CHAPTER V. 'fHF, RING AND 'l'HE STAR. When Bertie got n p the next morning the first thing he did, after eating a hearty breakfast, was to call on the sheriff and secure an order on the jailkeeper permitting him to see the prisoner v.;hich the captain of the Te:ras Bdl< had promised to tnke care of. A few honrs in prison had taken a gooc'l c'leal' of nerve out of the bank thief; in fact, he was feeling revengeful, which was just the mood our hero had hoped to find him in. "Recognize me, c'lo yon?" queried Bertie, sitting down ou a cot at the man's side. The robber threw back his flannel shirt at the neck, baring his white, siuewy throat. On the skin were to be seen five dark marks. "You did that," growled the prisoner; "why should I not recognize you?" Bertie smiled grimly. "\Vhy did you resist?" "I resisted because I wanted to get away, I imagine you would have done the same under the circum_ stances. ' "Certaiuly; but I shonldu't grumble at my blackand-blne spots if I did." "It would have been all right if Hal had stood by n1e. '' "Hal who?" ''Hal I>orter. '' "He was your partner, eh ?"


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYSP BEST WEEKLY. 1J "Yes; and be's one of the slickest crooks in the country." ''I admit that; but he abandoned you to your fate very gracefully." "So he did, curse him!" "You engin e ered that bank robbery in great shape." Ti\e pri s oner, how e ver, was nol to be taken off his g nard. "What robber y?" he a s ked, innoce ntl y "Ah," s aid B e rtie, with a slight laugh, "I s ee yon know nothing about it." "I am n0t in the witne ss-box now." "It may go easier for you at your tria 1 if y ou tell u s something beforehand." "I'll think further about that after I talk with the State's attorney in Galveston." "Then you have nothing to t e ll m e about where the other men are?'' "Nothing." "Not even about Porter? You will shield him, even after the scurvy treatmel!t you received at his hands on board the T exas Belle?'' "What do yon want to know abont Porter?" "\iVhat are some of his tricks?" "Well, he's a master-hand at disguising himself, and his own mother couldn't tell him after he's ri g ged out. He has the trick of c11anging his voice, his manner, his walk, even his expression in such a wa y as to m ake him altogether a different per s on than he really is." Bertie was doing some deep thinking. "Is there an y other art in which he is an adept?" ".::--Jot that I know 'of. There's only one wa y I ever could tell Hal when he was disguise rl." "Wlutt was that?" ''There is a blue star in a red ring tattooed on his right forearm. A look at the arm will prove Hal Porter's identity. I wish I could tell you where you c o uld fiud him. As to the other boys, there isn't money enougi1 lu tlle (.Jmted ;::,tates to hire me to tell y ou anything about them.'' "How do you know they are not captured?" 'rhe. crook laughed harshly. "If the pilot had once piloted his boat uuder that tree in the bayou none of us would have been cap tured.'' "Did you intend to escape into the swamp?" "What we iutended to do is a horse of another c o lor. D on't try pumping me. I've been through the sweat-box so often that I know how to bridle my tongue.'' "Very well," returned Bfutie, "in that ca s e there's no need of m y remaining here any longer." He thereupon left the jail. As it WflS clo s e to train-time, he hailed a cab, got inside, and was driven first to his hotel aud then to the depot. At the hotel he secured his satchel, a modest-look ing "grip," and when he alighted at the station Mr. Dollar, still wearing his placid smile, was there to meet him. I "Your hand, partner," said Mr. Dollar, effusively, as he grasped Bertie's palm with a good deal of ex cessive warmth. "Did you find out anything at the jail?" "If you know I've been to the jail you ought, also, to know whether I found out anything there. Focus your thinking mill on mine and see if you can make any kind of a gness. '' Bill Dollar laughed. "I don't have to guess. I know you didn't fi..nd out anything. You can keep nothing hidden from me, my boy.'' "By George!" exclaimed Bertie, ''you're a phenomenon.'' "So I am, so I am. At one time I was the talk of Europe, and the Prince of 1\lonaco offered me a million francs per month to boss his little gambling resort at l\Ionte Carlo. You see, I was to use my mind-reading powers in finding out qach fellow' s particular pile and then we w e re to angle for the sucker. Ha, ha, ha! But I wouldn't have it. 'Prince,' says I, 'I wouldn't tackle your skin game for a million francs a minute. Some Russian count would onto m y job and fill me full of holes


DIAMON D DI C K, JR. THE B OYS' BEST I "That's what I call making a big sacrifice.'' "Sacrifice! Why, young man, my life is full of sacrifices, as I told the Prince of Wales when he wanted 111e to run down and pick a winner for him at the Derby. You see--By jingo, the conductor has just cried 'all aboard.' We'll have to get aboard, or get left, one or the other. '' They sprang on the train just as it was pulling Otl t. their way into the smoking-car, they set tled themselves comfortably and began a conversa tion over their cigars. ''How do you suppose Hal Porter was able to breathe in that coffin?" asked Bertie. "Under the law it is necessary to have a casket hermetically sealed. He would have smothered to death!" Bill Dollar laughed. "Don't you believe it. Porter is too old a crook to be caught in that way. He merely bored a hole through the side of the casket for air .. The pine box outside, of course, was 110t air-tight." "How did he get out of the casket?" "Took a little saw with him aud sawed his way Oil t." "But the express messenger-what was he doing all this time?'' "Sleeping. Porter didn't begin operations untill1e heard the messenger snore." "Ah, I see." 'l'hey traveled along for several miles, and the train finally came to an abrnpt stop between stations. "Can this be a hold-up?" queried the mind-reader "Hardly," returned Bertie, throwing up the win dow and looking out. "'rhere's a wreck ahead." Part of a freight train had taken a switch while going along the main track, and, as a result, there had been a bad wreck. Bertie and. Bill Dollar got ont and discovered that theit delay was likely to be of several hours' dura-tion. I "Dash the luck!" growled Dollar. "This is going to bring us late into Chapel Hill, and our birds may ilee before we get there_." "V'l ell," returned Bertie, ''there's no use kicking at something we cannot help. Let's go back and have a game of seven-up. .'rhey returned to the smoker and struck into a game of cards which lasted until the wreck was cleared away and the train started again, which was late in the afternoon. It was quite dark when they pulled ont of Bren ham, and Diamond Dick, Jr., who was looking out of the car window, saw Bill Dollar rush out of the depot nuder the rays of a large oil lamp, tuck a slip of yellow paper in his pocket, and leap aboard the train. That slip of paper was evidently a telegram. Who could have been wiring the mind reader, aud for what purpos!.? This set the youth to thinking, and he went out and stood on the rear platform of the smoker, lighted a cigar and tried to give himself up to a little calm reflection As he sat on the handrail, close to the brake, Bill Dollar came out of the coach behind. ''Hello,'' he said, giving Bertie a sharp glance be fore he was able to recognize him in tile darknes;;, "what are you doing out here, Diamond Dick, Jr.? \Vas it too hot for you in the car?" ''Yes." The miud reader peered about him. He and Bertie were alone on the two platforms and a light of satisfaction passed through his eyes. Coming over to Bertie's side, he leaned against the of the car. '' vVe ought not to lose any time after we reach Chapel Hill," said he; "snppose we plan what we shall do when we get there?" "I have my plans matured." "Ah! Well, I am glad of it, but--" With the quickness of a cat, Bill Dollar caught Bertie about the waist. with 011e arm, at the same time placing a hand over his month. Then be made a strong effort to throw the youth from the platform. Had Bertie so desired, he could ba\'e tnrned the


DIJ\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS9 BEST WEEKLY. 13 tables on the mind reader and thrown him from the train, and his first impulse was to do so, but he changed his mind. Bill Dollar wore a thin, black alpaca coat, and Bertie caught it just above the pocket in which he had seen him place the telegram ; then, as Dollar made another effort to push him off the platform, Bertie was a passenger getting on at the place-jus t what the youth wanted him to think. Going into the coach, our hero sat down, looked about the car to see that Bill Dollar was in it, and then drew the telegram from his pocket. At first glance the telegram had a peculiar look. Here it is: allowed himself to go, taking a portion of his "part-"William Dollar, Brenham: ner's'' coat as he fell. '' Securcsalotnoemoc. ANDY. The train was not under full headway, and our hero had no intention of injuriug himself. When he dropped, he caught himself on his feet and retained his balance, but, in order to further the plan which had flashed like lightning through his brain, he gave vent to a hollow groan. As the platform of the rear car swept past him, he managed to catch the guard rail and swing himself back on the trai11. For some momeuts he stood on the platform, wondering at the treachery of his afleged "partner." Could that telegram have anything to do with it? Bertie examined the piece of coat that he still held in his hand. The telegram was in the pocket which had come away with he cloth. Transferring the yellow slip into his own clothes, the youth threw away the piece of coat and looked into the car through the window in the door. Dollar was not in that coac h. Probably he was still in the smoker. lt was in the rear car that Bertie had left his grip when he boarded the train at Houston. He now walked in, seemed the grip, and returned to the rear platform. 1'he contents of the little consisted principally of a female disguise, which he quickly slipped himself into. He had barely time to accomplish this when the train pnlled up at the station in Mill Creek. Stepping off on the station platform, Bertie walked al-:ead, and the brakeman him to mount the second coach, evidently thinking that the "lady" "What the blazes does that 1pean ?" mused Bertie, ru bbiug his forehead reflectively. For fifteen minutes he studied over the strange wording of that telegram. Then he turned the slip over in his hand to look at the back. When he did so, the light happened to strike through and the cipher-if such a simple expedient could be called a "cipher"-was instantly made clear to him. The letters of the words and the words themsehes were simply written backward without spacing between any part of the sentence. "Come on to Las Cruces." That was the text of the message. "The mind reader evidently doesn't want my cotn pany to Las Cruces," chuckled Bertie. "Well, he's going to have it, whether he wants it or not." At that instant Bill Dollar came into the car. Bertie pulled a veil over his face. Dollar had taken off the remnant of his coat and was in his shirt sleeves. Bertie must have wre11ched the sleeve of that alpaca coat pretty hard, for he had torn away the sleeve of the shirt beneath it, from the elbow down. Bill Dollar's right forearm was bare. A s he passed along the

I t4 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo Could it be possible that Bill Dollar was none other than Hal Porter, the bank 'fhe crook whom the youth had interviewed in the j ai l at Houston had said that Porter was a masterhand at disguising himself, but Bertie did not believe that he could be so deceived in his man. The expression, eyen the shape of Dollar's face were so unlike the "Reverend 1\Ir. Wiggins'' that it seemed hardly possible the two men could be one and the same. Dollar had come into that coach for a purpose. As he walked through it he clo s el y scanned the faces of e a ch passenger, at the same time giving some attention to the luggage they carried. His eyes fell on Bertie's little valise, and he ga\'e a start. After passing by he came back amfstopped in the aisle opposite Diamond Dick, .Jr. "Madame," said he, "is that your satchel?" '' Certain.ly, '' answered Bertie, disguising his voice. "Pardon me, but I ltave mislaid mine and that looks very much like it.'' Dollar left the car, but Bertie could see that he was far from being satisfied about the "grip." A few seats ahead of where our hero sat was a cowboy who was traveling with all the tmpedimenta of his calling-buckskin, charparrejos, revolvers like mountain howitzers, a blacksnake whip, rawhide riata, etc. Bertie walked over aud touched him on the shouL der. "What is it, mann?" asked the cowboy. ''Are you a circus man?'' "Not much! I'm a cowboy." "Law sakes! I've heard tell about cowboys. So you're one of them, be you?" "The cowpuncher" evidently enjoyed the situation hugely. "You bet!" be replied. "I'm called the Terror of the Range, an' I can rope a steer quicker'n anybody in Texas.'' ''Do tell! Will you sell me somethin' I can remember you by?" "Sure! Sell you anythin' I got." Bertie began looking him over with a view to finding something be could purchase. "How'd you like this whip?" asked the cowboy, seeing the "lady's" perplexity. "How much?" "Give ye that for ten dollars." "Ain't you got somethin' for about five dollars?" "Give you that riata for five dollars." "All right, I'll take that." Bertie produced the money, and the riata changed hands. "I'm glad I've seen a real live cowboy," remarked B e rtie, as he returned to his seat. 'rhe riata was neatly coiled, and the youth managed to silp it into the bosom of his dress unob served. :i\ot long after this Bill Dollar came into the car once more, and took a seat facing Diamond Dick, Jr. This was exactly what our hero wanted. He knew that Dollar was solicitous on account of that grip, which he had recognized as belonging to Diamond Dick, Jr. Getting up, Bertie took the grip and walked out to the rear end of the car. There he remained, knowing well that Dollar's curiosity would cause him to follow. Thoroughly convinced that the supposed "mind reader'' was Hal Porter in disguise, Bertie had but one wish, and that was to capture him. The youth did not have long to wait on the rear platform. Dollar's face shortly appeared at the window in the door and then he openP.d the door and stepped out. ''I should think you would be afraid to stand out here, madame,'' he remarked. ''Goodness gracious, no! I'm mortal 'feared of accidents, an' J ohu told me 'fore I left home that the step of the back keer was a good safe place in case of a smash-up. So I reckon I'll ride here." ''You brought that satchel all the way from h ,ome, did you?'' 'Course I did." "It l<;>oks wonderfully like mine." "Looky here, young man-you 9on't suppose I'm trapesing 'round the ken try stealin' satchels, do you?" "No, certainly not." "Then don't say anythin' more 'bout this satchel. Law sakes! hold me! I'm goin' to fall off!" The train had sncidenly swept round a sharp curve, and Bertie pretended to be thrown to one side. Catch ing the handle bar with both hands, he hung to it and seemed about to fall. Bill Dollar leaped to his assistance. Throwing his arm about the supposed woman's waist, he sought to swing his burden back to the


011\MOND DICK. J-R.THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 15 platform, but Bertie dropped his satchel aud caught the crook abont the throat with a grip of iron. go!" gasped Dollar. Bertie made 110 answer, but his tmgers tighter and tighter about the robber's windpipe. Dollar songht to break loose, b-.1t found this impossible. He then reckless] :endeavored to throw from the train, but Bertie had twined his legs about the iron h

16 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo Secure him and delive r him ovet to the poliee a t Austin. DlAMOND DICK, ]I?.." "Send that at once," said Bertie. 'l'he operator did so. Half an honr later the iollowing answer was received: "Diamond Dick, .Tr., Giddings, Texas: "No man on the rear platform. "BAYLEY, Conductor No. 6." "Dash the luck!" growled Eer tie, as he turned a .way from the operator's winctow, ''I'm at sea again.' As he w11.s about to open the door it was thrown op e n in his f11.ce, and two men came into the waitingr oom, carrying a third man bei:w een them. "Hey, Bill!" called one of the b earers as the limp f orm was l aid on the f!por. "What's the mdtter?" queried the night opera tor, thrusting his heall through his little window. "Man tried to board No. Six and got turned heels over head at the tank. He ought to have a d o ctor. Don't know bnt he's dead, now." "The deuce you say!" returne d the operator, comi n g on t of his office. Advancing to the man's sid e Bertie knelt down to ascertain the e xtent of his injuries Another sntprise in stor e f o r the youth. There was the shir t with one s le e v e torn off at the el b o w and the marl;: o f the ring aud the star on i:.h e fore a rm. "All, ha I" thonght Bertie [am not playing i11 such hard lnck, all. F ate has placed one of the rascals in my hands, at least, :md he will prohaol y prove the key to the mystery." "Is he d ead?" the operator. "His hf'art still b eats," replied Bertie "Give me a sponge so I can wipe the blood from his face. A. damp sponge was quickly produced. The cool water, however, h a d no reviving effect upon the man, and Bertie advised that he be carried to the nearest hotel and a doctor summoned. There was a hotel just across the street from the ( l e p o t. and one of the men who had carried Dollar in to the depot went for a doct or, while Bertie, the night operator, and the other man carried the unconscious bank robber to the hotel. A small room was s eemed and the wonnded man was made as comforta. ble po:. s ible. "I can't understand what keeps him so long u n conscious,' said Bertie. "Here comes the doctor," returned the operator; "perhaps he t e ll 11s." The doctor was a little, wiry ma.n, and, at this p articular moment he c ame in t o the room ca rrying h is meclicme case in hls hand. "Where is the gentlemen?" be asked. Berti e led him iuto the bedroom. ''Fell from a train, did he?'' "Yes." "Bee n unconscious all t .he time?" "Hasn't moved an eye winker since," replied the operator. "Very strange," mused the doctor, feeling of the wounded mau's pulse. "His pulse is nearly, if not quite, normal. This room is very small and close, gentlemen. Raise the windows, please, and then withdn .w. I think I will oe able to bring him around all right in a few minutes." The windows were raised and Bertie and the opera to: retireLi to the other room. 'rhe other two men had left some time before. 'rhe door of the chamber w a s left open, to secure a g reater circulatiou of air, and the yonth and his com p;pecl the doctor. Be:.tie 5p rang to the do o r o f .the bedroom ar;d lo o k e d in. There was no one there! "Where did he go 7" cried Bertie. The doctor his head. "That's more than 1 can t ell." ':What d icl he do to yon?" "Choked me into insensibility. Zounds it s e e m s to me that 1 can teel his grip about mv throat yet. Wili!e I was beiJ(ting ove r him he suddenly threw up l1is arms and caught me as in a vise. I tried to struggle and make my situat ion known to you out h e re, but it w as impossible f o r me to clo so 'Then thiJ 1 g me a bl ank to me Well,


.. DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 11 that's all. As soon as I got my senses back I came out here." Berlie stepped into the bedroom. The operator followed him. "He got out of the window," said Bertie; "that's plain enough to be seen." "And here's something he left behind him," retnrned the operator, picking up a scrap of paper that lay ou the floor. The paper looked as though it was a leaf torn from a note book. Upon it was written the following: "Diamond Dick, Jr.: "You might as well saw off. You're not foxy enough for the all-star combination. "ONE OF THEM." "I'm on my mettle now," muttered Bertie, as he left the hotel with the scrap of paper in his hand; "if I can't settle this all-star gang !'11 throw up the cletective business and go to farming. My next move is in the direction of Las Cruces. I wonder what the blazes has become of that chap in the linen dnster! [f he's having anything like the time I am, those other two crooks are leading hii):l a gay chase." CHAPTER VIII. A MAN OF NERVF..-'l'here i s a saloon and gambling joint in Las Cruces which does b:1siness under the allming title of "'l'he Happy Heathen.'' The proprietor is a man whose boast is that nhe never liked civilization and civilization never liked him;" conseq uently, whenever progress made t.oo great strides in h\s vicinity he picked up his traps and moved on. On the night when we look into the Happy Heathen the particular high jinks which characterized the p lace are proceeding without let or hindrance. Perhaps there was more enjoyment to the square inc h as the Governor of the wide domain of Arizona happened to be in the room and an extempore levee was the order of the evening. Besides the Governor, Whooping Andy, a cow "puncher," gambler and all-ronnc1 bad man all the way from the Gila, was enjoying the peculiar advan tages of the H appy Heathen. Whooping Andy was known almost as well as the Governor. In fact, more people would have walked farther to see Andy than to see his excellency. Andy had a record of sixteen men, redskins and Mexicans not counted, right there in Arizona. For this reason he was high and mighty wherever he happened to show up. Whooping Andy was playing poker with two other gentlemen, one of whom was a Mexican and the other a rancher. As Andy never took a hand in a game that bad not a limit as high as the ceiling the crowd clustered about the table where the play was going on. The Governor was an :interested spectator. He knew Andy and Andy knew the Governor. "Howdy, Gov," said Andy, scarce taking his eyes from his cards. "How are you, Andy?" returned the Governor. Liquor flowed in a stream at that particular table, for two of the players, at least, were nerving them selves for a grand stand show. The Mexican drank little and seemed to spend his time looking at Andy out from under the brim of his steeple-crowned hat. In the course of time that festive layout known as a jack-pot put itself in evidence and the cards were de alt round several times before any one was found with the nerve and cards to open it. "I'll open 'er, podner," said the rancher, finally, "for an even thousand dollars." The Mexican dropped out. "it's a bloomin' shame," growled Andy, "fer a chap to break in ahead of another like that. Had ye let 'e r come to me, I'd a socked ther jimption to it fer a couple o' thousand, anyhow. Howsumever, I'm stayin' an' I want two keerds." The r a ncher dealt Andy his cards, but stood pat himself. It looked as though Andy had drawn two threes, but whether .Qe had caught the necessary card to give him "fours" was a mystery. Whooping Andy's face was never an index of his feelings. "i reckon my hand's wuth a thousand, anyhow," said Andy, taking a roll of bills from his pocket and counting off two of the five-hundred variety. They were brand-new bills, and the Mexican's quick eye saw that they were issued by the Consoli dnted National Bank, of Galveston. "I can see double that in this hand of mine," said the rancher, putting up his collateral.


.. 18 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST 'WEEKLY. Andy studied his hand for a few moments, and then went down into his jeans again. "Thar's yer two thousand, pard, an' I'll jest give yer 11erve a shock by comin' back at ye with five thousand, cold." Five <;me thousand-dollar bills, and four five hundred-dollar bills, all brand-new and from the Galveston bank, dropped on the pile. It was now the rancher's turn to do some studying. The interest of the people aronnd the room intense. The Governor lwd caught his breath several times, and was now, figuratively speaking, "holding" it. At last the rancher drew a paper from his pocket. "Pard," said he, "I haven't enough of the long green to keep up with this interestin' game, but there's the deed to a cattle ranch in Texas, where I belong, that's worth ten thousand of any man's money. If it's I'll see yon the five thou sand an' raise ye the other five." Whooping Andy considered that his reputation was at stake. To be done up i u a pcker game bv a man from Texas was more than he could stand, but he had reached the bottom of his pile anrl he had 110 ranch to fall back on. He allowed his eyes to wander about the room. At last they fell on the Govemor and idea began to filter .through Andy's mind. "Will ye give me ten minute's time?" he "Sure," replied the Texan. Asking a friend to drop into his chair 2nd watch his hand, Whooping Andy went forward to the bar, secured a piece of paper from the barkeeper and wrote rapidly for a few minutes. Then he came back and addressed himself to the Governor. "Say, Gov, your life ain't nothin' compated to the reputation of Whoopin' Audy the boss poker player of the Southwest. You know me and you know that when I say a thing I mean it. That hand of mine can't be beat, and I ain't go in' ter lay it down jest bse I've run short of tlte ready ter back it up. You're the Governor, an' this hull dod-gasted Territory b'longs to you. Thar's a deed fer the Territory of Arizony, an' if ye don't sign it, transferrin' the property ter me, I'll send ye to a hotter pl a ce than Yuma!" As Whooping Andy spoke he toyed with the haudle of. tlie miniature cannon that d angled on his hip. Knowing it was a joke so far as the legality of the instrmi1ent was concerned, the Governor signed the paper and Andy resumed his place at the table. "Thar ye air," said Andy. "I see yer durned Texas ranch an' raise ye the Territory of Arizona." Tile Texan gave g where p;-ttrotlS of the Happy Heathen co.tld drink their potatious in private. Into one of these the successful poker player m a rle his way The Mexican who had played in the game until it had assumed too large proportions for his pocketbook, saw the door close behind Whooping Andy. He then slipped out of the building, climbed up to the. roof by means of a shed in the rear and then crawled along the roof until he reached a point directly over the room which Andy had entered. The clapboards, which were used on the roof in place of shingles were loose. One of these the 1\Iexican removed and was thus able to look iuto the room below and to hear every thiug that was said. Andy hatl met a man and the two were engaged. in a conversation. "You're too confounded reckless Andy!" said the man who was with the gambler. "How so?" "Making such a free show of those bills." caught onto them." don't know whether they did or not." "Well,' eveli if some one did, I reckon the all-star


Dlf\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY,. 19 can take a few chances when it pulls in a wad like that.'' "You want to remember one thing." "What's that?'' "Diamond Dick, Jr., is after us, and it is his boast tllat when he once strikes a trail he never Jete; up un61 he gets his man." "You handled Diamond Dick, Jr., pretty well, Porter. ' ''\Vhat I did was merely by a scratch. He's onto UH', now, and I will have l1ard trouble shaking him." "When will Tony he here?" "I shouldn't wonder if he were at the rendezvous now. After Diamond Dick, Jr., tied up on the rear of the car he saw Tony on the depot platform, thought it was me, and dropped off the train. Tony had a hard time getting away. You see, he tried to board the train again, in the dark, missed his holcl, and was thrown to the ground aud rendered uncon s cious. Some of the station men found him and carried him back to the depot. When Tony came to himself he found that he was iu the hands of his enemies, and he continued to feign unconsciousness. 'rhey carried him to a hotel, put him in a bed, and called in a doctor. Tony throttled the doctor and got away., "Good for Tou y!" "I can tell you the s1ickest thing our combination ever did." "What's that?" ''Duplicating that tattoo mark of mine on all the members. '' "Then they can't tell us dpart, hey?" when we happen to be disguised. I have been leading Diamond Dick, Jr., a merry chase my self." "So I understand." "As soon as I got out of that box in the baggage car I caught another train right back to Houston, rigged myself out as a mind reader--" "Your old game." "Yes, and before I pulled out of Ho, uston with Diamond Dick, Jr., I met Tony and brought him along. I got your telegram at Brenham.'' "You think Diamond Dick, Jr., has been sidetracked completely?". "1'here's no doubt about it." "Then all that remains for w:; to do is to go to the r endezvous and practice our little gold e xtraction business li\ ; e the good, honest people we are." Porter laughed. "That's the idea, Andy." "I don't know how the cyanide business has been getting along since I left. I imagine it's all right, however. Anything more?" "Not that I know of. Where are the vats?" "At the Bonanza Mine." "If I don't go out with you I can find the place all right, can't I?" "Without the slightest trouble.'! The men left the room below, and the Mexican slid down off the roof. "So they think Diamond Dick, Jr., has been sidetracked, do he muttered, with a low laugh. The :'Mexican'' was none other than Diamond Dick, Jr., himself! "They don't happen to know that I'm on my mett1e now, and bound to win," continued the youth; "but I'll lead them a dance they won't soon forget before I am through with them." With these half-voiced words, he turned and hurried off into the darkness. CHAPTER IX. 'I' HE CYAN IDE VA 'I'S ., When Diamond k, Jr. left the Happy Heathen he assumed his usual garments, washed the dark stain from his face, and called upon the sheriff. That worthy was in bed and soundly snoring, but it only took our hero a few moments to get him to the door of his house "What do you want?" queried the officer. "Do yon know anything about a mine in this vicinity callea the Bonanza?" "Sure thing; but you haven't slam-banged around here and got me up just to tell you about that, have yon?'' "There's something else back of it." "Do you want to buy the Bonanza?" "Why?" "Well, if yon do, just don't, that's why." "What's the matter with it?" "Worked out." "Isn't there any one working up there?" "Yep; Whooping Andy has a gang of men cyaniding the tailings from the stamp hill. You see, the mine was good while it lasted, and thousands of tons of ore went through the stamp mill. 1'he tailings are still on the dump1 and they run about seven dollars


20 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. in gold to the ton. They say Andy is making a good thing, but I doubt it. There's too much copper." "What's Whooping Andy's reputation?" "Bad." "Would you believe if I told you he was a bank robber?" ''I'd believe anything you me about Andy." "Well, Andy is badly wanted. The Bonanza Mine is nothing more or less than a rendezvous for a trio of murderous crooks. I am here for the purpose of running in the whole combination, and I want you to help me." "Is there anything in it?" "If we catch them-yes." "Do you think that you and I can do the job?" "Why not?" "Why, if they' e all like Andy it'll take a regi-ment to run 'em in." "Non sense. Will you go with me?" "When?" "Now." "To-night?" "Yes,, at once." "All right. Sam Peabody never refuse s the call qf duty, esp e cially if there's a little dinero behind the job.'' "Have yon got any horses?'' "Two. They're in the bam behind the house. Yon might be saddling em up while I s lip into my duds." "Very welL" Peabody drew back into the house and Bertie made his way to the stable. It took him but a few moments to saddle and bricile the horses, and the sheriff was ready for him when he led the animals around in front. "Got your guns?" asked Bertie. "Never travel without them." "Then let's be on the road." Without loss of time they sprang into the saddles and rode off, the sh e riff taking the lead. "We have to go through some pretty rough country," remarked Peabod y "Never mind that. I'm used to hard riding." "Glad to hear it." For ::;orne time they rode on in silence, the miles slipping rapidly out from under the fleet feet of their animals. At last they struck a rocky plateau and the clark figure of a man stepped suddenly out from behind a pile of bowlders and stood directly in the middle of the rail. "Halt!" The dark figure raised one hand warniJJgly. "Whoa!" cried Peabody. "Who the nation are yon?'' "Whooping Andy." The slieriff modified his voice very materially as he asked: ''What do yon want, Andy?'' "I want you t'o tuna back, Sam Peabody." "The duece you say! Hasn't the sheriff got a right to go anywhere he pleases in this country?" "Ordinarily, yes; but I've got an idee you're going to the Bonanza and we ain't hankerin' for your society up there." "You never hanker after my society. It isn't your "Well, we'll bite this short. You know me. Don't yon go UP. there, that's all." With these words, Whooping Andy vanished into the darkness: "What do you think of that?" said the sheriff to Bertie, in a low tone. "I don't like it." "Neither do I. "Not that I care a rap about Whooping Andy, but I am s orry they are onto our plan." "We can fool him." ''How?'' "By doubling back on the trail we have come over and going into the Bonanza by another road that 1'11 gamble Andy knows nothing about." "All right; lead on, and I'll follow." Peabody forged ahead. After proceeding something like a mile, he turned from the trail and struck off through the country, where, ev e n to Bertie's experienced eye, there wa s not even a brielle path to be seeu. Over steep hills and through dense growths of underbrush the s heriff held his wa y warning Bertie from time to time to dodge a palo christie, with its sharp thorns, or to beware of the jutting shoulders of som e rocky bowld e r in the chasm through which they happened to be riding. At last they came abruptly out upon a :flat. The moon was bright, and Diamond Dick, Jr., could see iu front of him the spectral outlines of an old stamp mill, it s tall smoke stack rising up like au ominous shadow.


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 21 l"nder the side of the stamp mill, in the center of the space covered with the white "tailings," could be seen the huge cyanide vats. Above the vats were planks along which the tailings were wheeled. "There you are," said Peabody, pulling in his horse. ''There's the old Bon:.1nza. '' "No trace the gang to be seen, is there?" "Beyond the mill, to the left, is the old boarding house. That's probably where they are. Yon see "Hist !" "vVhat's 11p ?" "Listen! Can't you hear something?" A hollow, drumming sound came from the direc-tion of the mill. "Have you any idea what that nuise is?" "Not tl1e slightest." "I'll investigate a little." "Shall I go along?'' "No; you remain here and take care of tl1e horses.'' Bertie slipped out of his saddle and slarted across the moonlit mesa. He had not proceeded far before he thonght it best to drop of1 his knees and crawl under the shadow of the low greasewood bushes that grew in scattered clumps all over the plateau. As he dre>v near the cyanide vats the clrnmming sound grew louder to l1is ears. He at last satisfied himself that it came from within one of the t.auks. He finally succeeded in locating the particular tank and made his way to the end of the plank walk that ran over tlte series. of tanks and crawled upward and along it. When over the particular vat from which the strange sounds proceeded, he halted and peered down into the darkness beneath him. At first he could see nothing, but gradually he managed to make out the fignrc or a Jllan standing against ouc of the wooden wal is. "II you are a friend," came a l10lbw voice fro111 below, ''stop give me your assistance; but if you are one of the accursed clique that profess to operate this cyanide outfit, pass on!" "I am a friend,'' said Bertie. '' \Vhat is your uame ?'' ''Diamond Dick, Jr. '' A muttered exclamation came from below. "Who are you?" inquired Bertie. "Pm the man in the linen duster-the man who to you on the Texas fle/1('. Do you remem ber?'' It was now Bertie's tum to be surprised. ''How came you ?'' "It's a long story, and if you don't help me out of this, without loss of time, Pll never be able to tell it. When the cyanide solution is turned in here that will settle me.'' ''Are you tied?'' ''Yes.'' "It's a wonder they didn't gag yuu." "So they did, but I succeeded, a moment ago, in chewing the gag in two." Crawli1ig along the plank until he reached the e

22 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. "There's quite a story behind that." "We'll hear the story later. I came out here with Mr. Peabody prepared to capture the bank thieves.'' "Whooping Andy isn't at the house. I beiieve they expect him back any minute. He will come along the trail to the right of us here. As he's the toughest .customer in the combination, it might be well for all three of us to tackle the job. I wonlcl, therefore, suggest that we wait here until we hear Andy coming.'' ''Good plan," spoke np the sheriff. "I'm agreeable," added Bertie. "While we're waiting, Carter, you might spin that yarn of yatus." "With pleasure." "First," put in Peabody, "as I happen to haven cigar apiece I move that we light up before Mr. Carter begins. '' The sheriff's cigah were duly lighted, and Carter began his story. CHAPTER X. CARTER'S S'fORY. "As soon as you left me and went upstairs, Dia mondDick,Jr.,"saidCarter, "I set about making my attempt to capture the two men who had remained below. ''I believe, now, they had an that they were followed, and that this was the reason they separated. "When I started toward them they made a break for the side of the boat. "About tbis time some negroes began playing banjos and guitars and singing on the rear deck, and the part of the craft where the two crooks and myself were was temporarily deserted. "I did not like this. "One of the men I had to deal with was Whoop ing Andy, and I thought that I might need help. "Howeyer, now that I was close on to my quarry, .I couldn't think of delaying matters, so I slipped out my revolvers and brought them to bear on each of the crooks. "'Stand where you are!' I commanded; 'just one move and I'll fill you full of holes.' "There is no doubt in my mind bnt that they were expecting this summons. "'Who are you?' growled Andy, by way of gam ing time, I suppose. 'Carter, from Galveston,' I replied. 'Well, Carter from Galveston,' weut on Andy, with one of his wicked little smiles, 'yon've got the bnlge on us, and we weaken.' "As he spoke he held out his wrists toward me. "'rhis put me in a quandary. "In order to get the irons on the men I ,was obliged to put one of my guns in my pocket, so that I could attend to the operation with my left hand. "I h a d two men to cover, bnt I resolved to take chances. "Dropping one of my )cS into my coat pocket, I developed a brace of come-alongs, and stepped up to Andy. "Placing the muzzle of my revoh't!r against Andy's breast, I looked him squarely in the eyes while I spoke to his companion. 'Tony Turner,' said I, 'if yon make a ruO\'e to escape or to lay me out, I'll pull the trigger and do up Andy.' "I thought, then, that I held the whip-hand on the situation, but it only took a couple of seconds to undeceive me. "With the quickness of lightning, Andy did something, and I have been trying ever since to think what it was. "All I know is that I suddenly found myself in the bayou. "A couple of splashes, very low, as of some persous getting carefully into the water, followed the one I made, a11d tbeu I realized that Tony and Andy had left the boat. ''Tony made clirect for shore, while Andy swam in my directio11. ''I raised myself up and tried to yell, so as to call the attention of the people on the steamer. "Before a sound could leave my lips, Andy had me about the throat. 'Curse you!' he hised; 'before I git through with ye ye'll wisl1 ye'd never been born!' "That's wha t I thought, too, for I was like a child in the big fellow's grasp. "As Andy was not able to use his hands for swimming purposes, we sank down in the waters of the bayou. "When Andy got out of breath he wou!tl relea"ie one hand to pump lJinJself up to the surface again, once more catching me ahout the lleck after l1e bad got his wind. "As I was a good swimmer, however, and u se d to holding my breath, I was hard to kill in this fashion,


DIAMOND DUCK, JR.-TiiE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 23 and .\ncly soo n got disgusted, gave me a thump on the head with his big fist, and swam away. 'The blow was a hard one, but I bore it m ncb better could have hoped. "I pretended to he stun ned, took a good breath and sank down. "Then I swam under water to tl1e bank of the bayou, and waited in the thick flags that lined the water's edge until the two crooks started off. "I then emerged from the water and followed tltem. "From their conversation, I judged that they they had done for me, and, on the whole, I was glad to have them think so. A i ter walking through the timber for a mile o.r more, the two crooks came to a halt, and I stepped out of sight behind a tree. '''Here we are,' sa id Andy, 'and that feller I bought the hoss from don't seem to he h ere.' 'There's the horse, at any rate,' replied Tony; 'we don't care anytning about the fellow that owned him.' 'Right yo11 are! If Hal Porter had been. able to get the pilot to stop under that oak we could have come ashore without wetting, and would hGve been saved this long walk.' "'\'ott don't see m to be at all anxiou s about that hor,e.' "'Neither am I; it's the saddle l'm anxious about.' "They then walked toward the horse, and Andy unscrewed the top of th'e saddle pommel. "'Keno!" he rried, exultantly, drawing out some crisp, new bank bills; 'here's the stuff!' 'And it was just as well that the man who sold you the horse didn' t anytlting about the secret of that saddle.' used thai saddle a do1-en times for the same pmpose, and it has never failed. Why, the sheriff of Doua Aua County !tas ridden on that very saddle while chasing me to get back a co 1 1ple of hundre d that I took from a jay in Las Cruces. He didn't find the stuff on me, aucl h ad to let m e go-ba, l1a, ha !" "'\Vhat are we going to do uow ?" -"'We'll ride double to the nearest railroad point. \Ve'll take the first train, and YOn can drop off at Brenham, while I go 011 and find out how things are ahead. I can get that information in Anstin. If the COfiSt, .is clear at Las Cruces, and I think it is, we'Jl go u p t_p, tl1e p.lan,t at the Bonanza. :Yline. f ;'U wire you at Brenh:1m, under the general name of Bill Doll.ar, which any of our combination assumes on a pinch.' ''l'hat will do.' "Then the crooks mounted the horse and rode off. "I was not far from the r ailroad town of Deer Park, and I made for it. got a change of clothing, and started for L as Cruces. .\s soon as I reached this section of the country I made at once for the Bonanza Mine, and laid low waiting for Andy and the rest to show np, if they were going to. "\Veil, they did show up, and caught me napping. "Some of Andy's men ran across me in the timber, and took me a prisoner, although I fought like a fiend to get away. '' \Vhen Andy came up to the mine and saw me, he was very mnch astonished, if one could judge of his feelings by the way he swore. 'Confound yon, Tom Carter!' said he, 'I thonght I had sent yon to feed the alligators in Buffalo Bayou!' 'Your intentions were good,' I replied, 'but I managed to cheat the alligators.' 'It's as broad as it is long,' l1e went on; 'we will see what luck yon have in cheating the cyanide vats.' ''He then had me bonnd in the tank as you saw me. I realized what l1is purpose was. "As soon as the cyanide solution w as turned in the poi!"onous stuff would be the death of me. "I tried to cry for help, but I had been gagged and could mal'e no sound. "Then, realizing that time was short for making an escape, I began chewiug at my gag and kicking with my heel s against the side of the hollow tank. "J nst as yo u came, Diamond Dick, Jr., I had freed myself of the gag." "You've l1acl a pretty tough experieuce," said Bertie; ".it almos t rivals mine. '1 "Quiet!" broke in the sheriff in a whisper; "here comes bis nibbs !" CHAPTER XI. BERTn:'s PRIZE KNOCKOUT. The sheriff's whispered words put each one of the little gronp on :the qu:' t;/

24 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS" BEST WEEKLY. shoes, striking against the rocks, could be distinctly heard. At Bertie's suggestion, the three watchers drew farther back into the shadow of the timber. "Now, look here, gentlemen," whispered Pea body, "that Whooping Andy isn't so high and mighty as he thinks he is. You gentlemen stand here and I' 11 just step out into the trail and arrest him." "I think we had better all fall on him at once," returned Carter. "It would be the safest plan," added Bertie. "It would be the safest bas been told around in this section by a good many people," went on the sheriff, "that Sam Peabody w a s afraid to tackle Andy face to face. I want to give all those fellows the lie. I'm not afraid of man or devil. As a personal favor, I ask you gentlemen to let me capture that fellow single-handed. You can draw a bead on him, if .you like, and be prepared to take a hand in case he proves too much for me." ''He has two pals somewhere about the place," said Carter, "and if we miss capturing him h e will give the alarm and the whole shooting match will get away from us." "Don't worry. I won't miss capturing him.'' "Very well, then; try it." By this time the horseman had come quit..: close to the three men who were waiting. As the beats of the horse's hoofs grew louder and clearer, Peabody crept forward to the edge of the trail, holding a revolver in each hand. In the moonlight he conld see that the approaching rider was indeed Whooping Andy. When Andy had come close enongh, Peabody sprang up in the trail. So abrupt and unexpected was the sheriff's appearance that the horse reared back on its haunches with a snort of fea1 and Andy gave vent to a startled exclamation. "Andy Borden,'' criecl the sheriff, sternly, ''you're n1y prisoner!" The moonlight gleamed on tlJe officer's revolvers as he gave voice to the words. Andy saw the weapons, and knew that l1e was confronted by a man who meant business. But Andy was tactful, and times out of number he had sworn that l1e would not be captured alivt>. "Well, ,poclner, this is ::;uddcn. Do I recognize thcl Carter. "Great I thougl1t y o n were in that cyanide vat.'' ''So I w uld have been hHd yuu had y nur way. Surrender, ;-\nd v B (lnlen, or, bv Heaven! I'll shu t y o u where y o u stgnd !" \\'lDr.ping Andy seemed as though nu(de of Inclia n1bber. His every m oYe w JS ma le with w-;nderfnl rapidit\", and l1e b nmded ab nt as til ugh propelled by p c w e r fttl springs. ( though the detective bad a revolver in his haud, .-\ndy reached and grappled with him bef. ,re he c .nild shcL t. Fur au imnaut the \llen struggled fiercely, and tben


DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 25 Bardon demonstrated his wonderful skill itl wrestling by tossing Carter clear over his head. The detective fell heavily on the rocks and lay where he h a d fallen, }ike a dead '1Uan. Then Bertie stepped into the path, throwing off his c oat as he did so. "Ouce m o re, Whooping Andy," said the youth, qnietly. "You're chain lightning itself, your knife play is simply superb, and at Greco-Roman you're a star of the first magnitude-but I've planted myself in your path to freedom." Whooping Andy looked our over very much as a big Brahma fighting cock would size up a ban tam. "I don't want .to hurt you, youngster. Stand aside or ye'll git smashed." "Who'll sma;sh me?" "I will!" Thud! Diamond Dick, Jr., darted forward, hi

26 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo "That's so," said the sheriff. "I had thought of that.' Whooping Andy was made secure with both wrist and ankle irons. "Now, Pegbody," said Bertie, "we'lllet you guard Andy while Carter and I go after the rest of the all star combination." "That's about all I'm good for, with this arm." Without' delay, Carter and Bertie started toward the Bonanza buildings. ''Diamond Dick, Jr.," said Carter, in a low voice, as they made their way toward the large building that had been used as a boarding honse in the days when the Bonanza had been in full blast, ''I snppose you know that there is a big reward out for these bank robbers?" "Yes." "I propose to share tha't with you." "You needn't, "said Bertie, a little sharply. "I follow this life because I like it-not for what there is in it." "You mean that I am to keep all the reward myself?" "No; you ought to give Peabody five thousand dollars of it. He's liable to have trouble with that ann." "I'll do it! But it seems to me that you ought to have--'' "Say no more aoont it. We haven't captured our men 'yet.'' "Whooping Andy was the worst of the three." "Nonsense! Whoopiug Andy is nothing more nor less than a human btllldog. Tony Turner and Hal Porter are head and shoitlrlers above him in cunning and shrewdness." "Perhaps you're right.'' "I know I am; and we may have trouble yet in running down the rest of that quartett." "I never thought we'd have such a time as the day I met you on the Texas Bt'!le and asked your assistance.'' "And I never thought I'd be put on my mettle as I have been by this set of crooks. But it's all right. I'd rather have a game of hares-allCI-houncls with a shrewd thief than with a dull one." "You're a peculiar fellow." "I love the excitement." "You seem to be always successful." "Tha.t's because I follow work for its own sake and not for the money there is to made. Let us stop here, in lhe shadow of these cyanide vats, and watc h that hot"1se for a few moments. I have a n idea." "What's that?" "Some one may come out here to see how that cyanide solution is taking effect on you." "That's more than possible." "While we are waiting, tell me about the robbery of the Consolidated National." "It was a decidedly clever piece of work." "It must have been, if this combination of crooks had anything to do with it." "You see, the Consolidated National occupies the main floor of a veyy large building. "There is a basement underneath that occupied by a cigar dealer. The brick work llpon which the bank vaults rest nms down into this basement and rests on a concrete foundation. "A week before the robbery 11ony Turner and Andy Borden came around and bonght out the cigar dealer. "The crooks sailed under assumed names, of comse. No sooner had they acquired possession of the business than they dischqrged the two cigar makers and hired two others. The two men whom they ostensibly hired were Hal Porter and Bug Wi11iams, the fellow you captured ahd jailed in Houston. "'l'he combination now had ev .erything their own way. "They were sole possessors of tile basement, and had the vaults to work on at their leisure. "They began systematically lo tunnel upward . "Day and uight they carried on their operatious. "When they reached the steel lining of the vault they sawe.d through it and stole a large amount of new banlmotes which had only just been received and signed." "It was that money, undoubtedly, that yon saw taken from tf1e pommel of Andy's saddle." "No doubt of it." saw Andy playing poker with SOllie of that money in the Happy Heathen-that's what leci me to suspect him of being one of the all-star combioation." "He used that money to gamble with?" "Yes. "No wonder he gave himself away. I cannot underst?.nd why he should do such a foolish thing." '''l1hat's why I told yon that the other three mem bers of the gaug were head and shoulders above him,


, DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 27 so far as cunning and diplomacy are concerned. Andy is nothing but a bluffer and a bruiser.'' ' Hist! here comes one of the others.'' A dark form was seen walking toward the cyanide vats. As the form approacl1ed, Bertie and the detective moved around behind the vat. The man was Tony Turner. The detective recognized him as he came closer. "How shall we go about it to nab him?" whis-pered Carter; "he'll make a desperate stand." "Leave everything to me," answered Bertie, "and I'll capture him in such a way that he won't have a chance to make a fuss or alarm the other crook who must be around here somewhere." The youth and the detective were hiding behind the vat in which the latter had been tied. At the side of the tank was a short ladder so that one could ascend and look over the top. Entirely unsuspicious of trouble, Turner mounted this ladder. He had barely reached the top of it when Diamond Dick, Jr., rushed forward and pulled it from under him. The result was that the crook was thrown to the ground with such violence as to bewilder and partially stun him. Before be had recovered himself, Bertie hacj a knee on his breast and a tight grip about his windpipe. "Something to secure this fellow with," saiil Ber-tie; "quick!" "I'm out of handcuffs., "Then find a rope." Setting the ladder against the tank once more, Carter ascended it and fished out the rope with which he had been tied. A portion of this rope was used in making Turner secure. "Now," said Bertie, after Turner had been gagged, "you watch this man and I will go and find Porter." "I can just as well go with you, if you think yon will need me." "No; you stay here. There's no telling what this fellow may try to do.'' Bertie then walked slowly toward the house. Through one of the unglazed openings that admitted light and air, there shone a light. He advanced to this opening and looked into lhe house. Porter was sitting at a table, his head lying in his arms upon it. "Asleep!" muttered Bertie; "the last of the com-bination will prove an easy capture, or I am very much mistaken." It required but a moment to open the door noise lessly and walk into the room. Porter never moved. Drawing his gnns, Bertie seated himself on the other side of the table. '' Porter '' he called. The bank robber did not move. Again the youth called his name. Still no answer. Stepping to the man's side, Bertie threw his head back. "Washer want?" hiccoughed Porter. "Cansber Ieaver feller lone-hie !-when he's all tired out?" That settled it-Porter was drunk. Had his faculties been unclouded by liquor, there is no telling how hard a task Bertie would have had in capturing him. Our hero gave a sigh of relief, for a load had been suddenly taken off his shoulders. "This man was the hardest of the combination to capture," muttered the youth; "but he came last and easiest.'' A few words more and our story is told. With the capture of Hal Porter our hero felt that his work was done. Porter was the man who had defeated and baffled him many times, and who had finally "put him on his mettle." Now that he was captured, Bertie felt that he could sever his connection with the case. 'l'hat night Andy, Turner and Porter were taken to Las. Cruces and placed in the jail for safekeeping. The Govemor of Texas finally made a request on the Govemor of New Mexico for the men, and Carter started back with them. They were ultimately tried, convicted and given long terms in the penitentiary. At the last moment Bug Williams turned State's evidence, b11t it only lightened his sentence for a year or so, as the prosecution had a strong enough case without any further evidence from one of the "combination." THE END. Next week's issue (No. 296 ) will contain, "Dia mond Dickr Jr.'s, Run of Luck; or, The Twist-Up at Terrible." Diamond Dick, Jr., did not return to Texas; he found work for himself in his own peculiar line in New Mexico. It was an interesting and peculiar affair which he was 11ext called upon to face, and the story will be told in the next issue of this library.


A hot contest and no mistake. Don't let up for a minute. Keep it humming. You all know all about it, and the prizes we are offering, of course. Just look on page 3! if you think you need to refresh your memory. An Adventure with a Bull. (By Brnce Truman, Ja. ) One bright sunny day as Jack Sewall and Walter Thompson were returning from an afternoon's fishing, in order that they might g e t home sooner, they went through a pasture owned by a farmer called Simpson. They were chatting gayly and admiring their nice string of fish when they heard a bellow of rage, and on turning they saw a mad bull coming upon them. "Simpson's mad bull," exclaimed Walter. "It i s your red necktie. Jack, take it off!" By this time the bull was upon them and by artful dodging they managed to keep out of the hull s way. ''Go for help, Jack. I ll manage the bull, exclaimed Walter. He then ran straight at the bull who stood still, p a w ing and tearing the earth. The bull was taken aback al the strange turn of affairs. Suddenly he came at \V alte r with the fury of a cyclone. Walter dodged and the bull turned and made after him asrain. Jtt s t then 'he heard a shot and the bull stumbled to the earth. Another shot and he lay dead at Walter's feet. Then Mr. Simps on and Jack hurried up and found Walter nearly faint from running. Mr. Simpson p ointed t o Walter's red handkerchief, which hung from his pocket aud f:aid: ''That's what caused most of the trouble, boy. I might have saved m y bull if it hacln't beeu for that." The Moonshiner's Daughter. ( By L. S. Cram e r, N Y ) Jeb Haskins and his son Jack and daughter Molly lived in a cabin a few miles from Covington, Kentucky. Jeb was a 'moonshiner," m aking illicit whisky, but ne s tled in the monutaius, he fan c ied he would be beyond the reach of revenue office rs. One clay a strange r was s een coming down the road and Jack and bi s father walked d o wu the road to meet him. When they came up to the stranger he asked: '1 Does J eb Haskins li\e hereabouts?" ' \Va'll, that's me and what do you want with me?'' said the old m a11. "I hav e come to arres t y o u on a charge of making ;llicit liquor," answered the revenue ofticer, for such he was, at the sallle time dev eloping a brace of ''Now, come with me." ''Not by a damned sight; you'un don't git me," and with that the old man fired at the detective, Frank Marsh. The shot grazed his temple, and stunned him, and the father and s o n carried him back the road to their hut, where they then proceeded to bind him. ' Oh! our house i s on fire! :tviy God! a man calling for help. Can it be father or Jack?" Mollie Haskins was returning from the village, where she had been to btiy some provisions when she discov ered the cabin afire. Rushing into the room which was filled with smoke, she beheld a man bound to the fireplace with a cord and an old iron chain. Taking a knife from her p ocket she had quickly cut the cords; then she uuhooked the chain. Franf.:: Marsh, the detective, and the girl groped thei r way to the door, and a minute later the hous e fell. Four y ears have and ).Jolli e Haskins is Mrs Frank Marsh. Her father i s now out o[ pri s on where he was sent soon after the detective's e s cape from the fire. There are two children born to the Marshes, and they are both contented, yet they .never forget the terrible \ime which Frank put in in the blazing house. My Experience with a Burglar. ( By Louis B Ro s s e lle, Fla.) One Saturday I thought would go and stay with my cousin. \\'ell it ha p peued that I got lost on the wa y So I \'\'as pretty well s c ared up when I there. We all retire d earl y for the night. I woke up during the night and looked at the window, which was open and much to m y surprise, I saw a mnu with a pistol pointed at my hea d I didu' t kno w what l o do, whether to shont or not. I j u s t s lipped out in the k i tch e n a nd go t a p oker and thre w it a t him. He was s o snrpris ed that h e tmne d and rau. It happened that so111e oue cam e do w n fr o m upstairs and saw the burglar running and d a rted afte r him and caught him. H e had ju s t fini s hed robbing the house next door. The y got a ll the valua bl es b a ck. The burglar wa s sente n ce d to a loug term in the State's Pris on.


I THE COWARD. He was the man who came last to ship as seaman aboard the Warrior as she lay in the harbor. A fine two masted schooner was the vessel, and Captain Scudder was properly proud of her as she lay alongside the wharf, receiving cargo and passengers. She was to sail with twenty souls upon her-seventeen men, two women, and a lady's maid. At the last moment the captain decided to augment his crew by one man more. Ere he made a move to engage one he heard a man's voice saying: ''Please tell me where the captain is?" He turned and faced the speaker, who was a tall, gaunt fellow of thirty years or thereabouts, with such diffidence of manner as required some courage in him to look the captain squarely in the when the latter gruffly said: "I'm the captain." The man stood still. in an awkward attitude, under the captain's stern gaze, as if tmable to find speech be fore so fierce a glance. He dropped his dull gray eyes to the deck and doffed his now shapeless hat, and spoke, after a gulp, in a low voice that slightly trembled: "If you please, may I work my passage out?" The captain was moved by this speech to a faint facial demonstration of arnusement. A pretty sailor this big, shame-faced man would make! The captain studied the applicant's appearance in detail. A homely fellow he was, with an unhealthy brown hue to his skin, a fore head into which some lines of sorrow had been wrought, roving eyes that met one's glance with a slightly startled look, a haggard face without whiskers, a receding chin, bent shoulders, and a graceless way of wearing his faded and frayed attire. Red hands and long wrists protruded from the two short sleeves of his worn-out blouse. "What do yon know about sailing?" asked the cap tain, in a tone of ridicule. ''Not mucb, sir. I've worked with fishermen, and I know a little about handling a smack." ''I reckon we don't need you. Ever been on a scho oner before at all?" ''Often as a passenger, sir. I know I'm not a seaman, but I'll do anything. I wan t to get back to my people." 'You look strong enough; but why do you hang your bead like that? On would thiuk you were a coward "I am," said the man, in a low voice. "What! and you admit it?" "Yes. Why not? I've fot'Tght hard against it, but I can't help it. I make up my mind to be brave enough, but when the time comes for it I'm afraid!'' 1 The captain had never such a character as this before, and he was interested. A few other loungers 011 the wharf stopped to over hear the conversation, their attention first attracted by the great height of the man. ''Afraid of what?" asked the captai11. "I dou't know. Of death, I suppose. This i s how it is. I came from home with a comrade, I go back alone. One day, when we were out in a little sloop a storm came up, and in a sudden lurch of the boat my partner was knocked overboard by the boom. In half a minute the boat was several fathoms away from him. He couldn't swim.'' "Why didn't you tbrow him a line?" asked a by stander. "Because I was afraid for my own coward's life! I didn't dare to let go the tiller for au instant, afraid of death. I felt like a man paralyzed. As the boat rose and ull on the waves I watched my friend struggle in the sea. I saw him throw up his arms; I saw his face white with terror; 1 heard him cry out, 'Save me!' and then he must have read what nas in my scared face, for he shouted, 'Coward!' and sent me a look of hate as the waters covered him up. I don't know how I made land, but I got in safe, after six hours of tossing, when the gale fell. I'd give my life, if I only could, to kuow that I wasn't a coward, but when the time comes to show it I haven't the power. You don't know the shame of it, sir; but yo u would if you could see that look on my comrade's face, and if his cry ran g in your ears day and night. Cowardice is upon me like a curse. It's the blight of my life, sir." Such evident shame and grief were upon the man's face that all wbo beard, including the captain, were moved to some pity of his state, and so much curiosity had he excited in the captain's 1 ind that be was em ployed for the voyage. When the Warrior hoisted sail an hour later she had twenty-oue souls aboard. The captain classified them thus: Seventeen men, two ladies, a maid, and a coward. 1'he Warrior had good winds at the start of her voy age. But one night a wind rose, a11d at daylight there was a heavy gale. Whitecaps danced wildly upon the waters of the sound. 'fhe perturbation of the sea was


I 30 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST Wt:EKLY. becoming frightful. The vessel was driving straight on to a rocky coast. The passengers, pale with dread of the coming catastrophe, lashed themselves to the deck or clung to the rigging. Captain Scudder shouted the warning of the doom of the Warrior above the sound sea. ''Nothing under heaven can change her course!" \{et be and his crew strove, nevertheless, to the last. Everybody on board knew that the vessel was drifting rapidly, that soon she must and be dashed to pieces. The sea swept her deck aud broke over her masts Seven men bung to the rigging for life. They looked ashore. Only one hundred and fifty yards away stood a group of islanders, as helpless to succor those in peril as the latter were save themselves. Now the pos1tion of the vessel was this. Where Sandy Point drops beneath the sea, it does not end, but it is prolonged under the water, making thus a perilous sandbar. Out upon this bar: was the Warrior. The island tide from the ea't and that from the west meet here. There is no more terrible place in a gale than that where two seas collide. The storm grew. Such was the work of wind and sea that times were when the sandbar from the shore to the vessel was swept naked. But its nudity was speedily buried under the heavier seas. Passengers and fatigued with labor and loss of sleep, assailed by a biting wind, at last succumbed to chill and numbness, aud made no more effort. '.rben arose one of their number, a tall gaunt fellow whom tbe captain bad called a coward iu harbor, and he proceeded to belabor them and to keep them active that they might not perish from the cold. ''There's hope yet!" be cried. "Keep alive, men And one after another did he awaken by rude shak ing, and warm by his rough cb_affings. Some caught th!s spirit, and by the labors of tbeu weary muscles set theu frozen blood in quicker motion. ''But what use?" cried one. ''The end must come. ''Ay, but there's one chance," shouted the coward who now loomed up large and resolute. ''Look! the sea has rolled back and left the bar uncovered. A man could run ashore on that, maybe, while the sea held back .'' Two men laughed madly. "Ay, maybe! Look now!'' said one, with savage sarcasm. The coward looked. The sea bad swelled up and hid-den the bar far beneath its foaming waters. "Yet one might try!'' cried the coward. ''Try you, then," shouted the other. Now it is hard to meet death half way. It is against man's nature to walk to destruction. Even though he know it be coming, be the hope or the cowardice to shrink from it to the last. Therefore, no sailor of them would leap into that sea or dare the_ deed suggested by the coward. ''If I succeed, will you follow at the next fall of the sea?' be asked. ''What one man can do, another can," was the reply. The coward looked ashore. Suddenly the waters rolled apart. The sandbar was naked; the man jumped from the gunwale and ran. The people on the vessel watched him with waking hope and cessation of breath. 'l'he hundreds of islanders on shore stood silent, thrilled, eager. No word was said ; only the sea spoke. The man ran shoreward, with shoulders and bead bent forward and eves set. The sea rose on both sides of him. Two hu. ge waves walled his roadway. The roadway began to narrow. A turbulent high sea move11 in pursuit, of him. He lengthened and quickened bis steps. It was a race between so small a thing as a man, and so great a thing as the storm-impelled ocean. The ocean won. With a great roar, it came down upon the man. But he would not be taken in flank, with his back to his euemy. He turned aud faced the sea He leaped into it headforemost. Afterward his body was cast upon the beach. 'rhe ocean had toyed with it and had then thrown it back to its own kind. Those on the island saw that when the man turned to meet death a smile was on his face. He had discovered that he was not afraid to die. Dead on the Post of Duty. ( By Eric Harold Palmer.) When the palatial residence of Major Wharton caught fire, the flames spread with startling rapidity. As it was early in the morning all the inmates except the servants were asleep. The servants, det11cting the smoke and hearing the ominous roar of the fire. rushed panicstricken out of the house, screaming, and managed to gasp out to a nearby policeman an exaggerated account of the circumstances. The officer hJ.Hriedl y turned in au alarm and darted toward the major's home, rapping for assistance. He rushed into the hall, but bad not gone far before he was driven back by the onrushing flame s He heard screams. With a deep sense of duty, the officer, guarding his face as well as pos s ible, rushed u p the stairs, shouting at the top of his voice. He found no one on the s econd floor, and knew that the bedroom s of the major and hi s wife and their two daughters were on the floor above. How could he reach them? He wa s surrouuded by fire and sllJoke; his uniform and face were burued; the stairs were on fire, and he did not know which way to turn. When the engines arrived the house was a mass of flame. The hose was quickly run out, and steady streams of water were soon at work. The ladders were placed and three brave firemen climbed up, to disappear on the third floor. '.rwo minutes later they returned. carrying Mrs. Wharton and her two daughters. Two climbed up again, for the purpose of saving the major. Long min utes passed, but they did not reappear. Their comrades waited anxiously, and were preparing to go to the re s cue, when the walls of the house fell with a loud crash. The next day the remains of four men were found. One was Major Wharton, two were firemen, one was a police man. The three last named had died in doing their duty. Why say more? ''Regrets and tears for some lost scene of beauty, But not for the brave, who died for their duty; For they come not back again.''


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