Diamond Dick, Jr.'s daring drift, or, Under water through Devil's Gulch


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Diamond Dick, Jr.'s daring drift, or, Under water through Devil's Gulch

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Diamond Dick, Jr.'s daring drift, or, Under water through Devil's Gulch
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l sstted Weekly B y S ubscriPt lim $2-50 per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at New York Post Office by STREET & SMITH, 238 William St., N. Y. No.300. --------------------''---------------------e>f 'T'H E A cF,DIAMONC> Price, Five Cents. GIBBONS TURNED PA.LE .A.S HE SA. W THE KEEN FLASH OF DIAMOND DICK, JR.'S EYES REBIND THE THREATENING TUBES.

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Issutd Weekly. By Subscriptum lizso per year. Entered as Second Class J!fatter at theN. Y. Post Offiu, by STREET & William St., N. Y. Entered acc01ding to Act of Co11pess i11 the year u;oz, ill the Office of tiM LibrariatJ of Conpess, Washinl{ton, D. C. No. 300. NEW YORK, July 12, 1902. Price Five Cents. Diamond Dick, Jr.'s, Daring Drift; OR, UNDER WATER THROUGH DEVIL'S GULCH. By the author of 4 DIAMOND DICK.." CHAPTER I. A RED-HOT RUCTION. "What proof have you tbat this man is guilty?" The voice rang out dear and sharp above the babel, and there was a momentary stay of proceed ll1gs. "What pro of have we got?" repeated David Gib bons, mayor of the town of 'l'ulip, a growing towu in the footliil1s of the Sierra Madre, in o::e of the wild est parts of New Mexico. "'fhat is what I asked you, sir," and the eyes of Diamond Dick, Jr., met those of the big, burly and bewhiskered mayor fearlessly. It is night in this town of Tulip, and the scene is laid in the "Cosmopolitan" saloon. Bert:e had leaped upon a table, and every eye was centered upon him. In the midst of the throng of wild-eyed men was a prisoner, and the expressed intention of the crowd was to take him out aud lynch him. "We have got all the proof we want, that's what we have got," the mayor retorted. "\Yhar's his two pards that went out with him to search fer that ton of gold?'' ''Does he not give you his word that they were killed by the Apaches? And does not his appearance attest to the hardships he has passed through?'' "That be darned i They found the ton of gold, that's what's the matter, and this hyer hog, in order to have it all himself, has ptlt his two pards out of the way. But we'll fix hitn, you bet!'' ''You bet we will!" roared the crowd. "Hold!" The command was given in stern tones. Bertie .had whipped out his brace of guns, and now he covered the mayor with them. The murmur that ran through that crowd meant peril for Diamond Dick, Jr., bnt he never flinched. lt was like the suppresseJ roar of a lion.

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2 DIAMOND DICK, Jl{. THE BO\'Ss BEST WEEKLY. "Wull, what?" demanded the mayor, pausing and looking back. "That man shall not be hanged nn til he has had a fair trial, not if I can prevent.;, "You? Ha, ha, ha! Why, you fancy whipper snapper, you we will take you out and hang you along with him, if you ain't civil!" "That's what!" approved the crowd. ''And if you do not comply with my demand you will never pass that door a living man," B e rtie gave warning. His weapons were aimed straight at the mayor's heart, and David Gibbons turned pale as he saw the flash of the keen eyes just behind the tl11eatening tubes. "Here you are taking a man out to hang him upon a mere supposition hatched in your own b rain," Diamond Dick, Jr., continued, "without giving him half a chance to defend himself. And he is mo r e than half dead already, from hardship and expos tne." "Well, what business is that of yours, anyhow?" roared the mayor. "I reckon to opine that I am boss of these hyer diggings, not you!" "Then show yourself a man and give this poor devil a chance!" "But we have found him guilty, durn et!" "And I have heard him declare that he is innocent, and beg for his life, and a chance to defend himself and prove what he asse r ts. I happened in here just in time to hear him implore some one to interpose in his behalf, and that was where. I chipped in. I say that man has got to have a square deal or the game don't go on!" "Look hyer, who the mischief ate you, anyhow?" "Men call me Diamond Dick, Jr., where I am best known, a name that I am not ashamed of." "And you th\nk that you a r e goin' to take hold of the lines and ru t1 this hyer town to suit your ideas, do ye? We'll see about that" "For God's sake, spare that man! He 1s my b :other!" It was a woman's cry. A da r k-faced, 1 ather good-looking young woman w a s striving to push her way through the throng in the direction of whe r e the prisoner VI-as held. was clad in semi-Mexican garb, with the usual shot skitt. Her feet were encased in a pair of American-made shoes, stout and serviceable, and her legs in Indian leggings. She bo1e 1esemblauce to the pdsoner, in that both we 1 e dark, but he was so thin and gaunt that it could hardly be carried further. "How came she here?" thundered David Gibbons. "I am to beg my brother's life," the young woman cried. "They came to my cabin, where he was sick in bed, and where I was nursing him, and tore him away from me to hang him! 01!, sir!" turning to Diamond Dick, Jr., "defend him with your life, for my sake!" ''That's what I'm here for," said Bertie, as cool as ice. "He don't go up unless I first go down." "Then you'll g o down!" cried the mayor. "And you," said Bertie. Not for an instant did he remove the b e ad he had drawn upon the n1ayor's breast. "David Gibbons, spare his life," the young woman "Spare him, and I will m arry you. I will become your wife, as you have desired." "You will do that?" eagerly. "No, she never shall!" The voice was that of the pri s oner, and though weak, it rang out high and sharp in the now silent room. "For yqur sake, Henry," said the girl, in despair. ''No, not for my sake. l\1y miserable life is not worthy the sacrifice. It shall never be!" ''But your life is dear to me--" "It is mine, not yours, and I will not accept it at such a cost. No, no, let them do their worst with me; my clays are few1 anyhow; but you-never,. never marry David Gibbons!" The girl turned an appealing glance upon Diamond Dick, Jr., tears streaming from her handsome eyes. "I have only one request to make," said the prisoner, further, "then let them do their w o rst. I am innocent, but I can die but once." "What is it, brother?" cried the girl, looking again in his direction. "Diamond Dick, Jr., it is to you,"rthe prisoner addressed Bertie. "I have one dying favor to ask." "You are not dying yet," said Bertie, with eyes glued t o the man he held under cover, "but make i t if you want to, a11d if it be anything in my power I grant it.'' "It is this: Be a brother to my sister, in my stead, when I am gone. She has no one, no one, in all the world, but me--" "And me!" :;tr011g, sturdy, near a window,

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' DII\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. clos e by the table on which piamond Dick, Jr., was standing. Bertie did not dare glance in that directiou, for he knew that the removal of his fixed gaze for one instant from the enraged mayor of the town might cost the advantage he held. "Inferuio !" grated David Gibbons, as his eyes turned in that direction. "Yes, and you," the prisoner added, quickl y "Thank God you are here, to lend her protection, Elmer.'' "But what is the matter here?" demanded the man at the window. "Vott are not going to hang Henry Naylor, Dave Gibbons? Are you mad?" "That is what we are," growled the mayor. ".Vve are mad through and through, fer it is a plain case, and we are not goin' to let him live another hour. He has got to die!" "But the charge-what is the charge?" "It is m nrder "Henry Naylor a murderer! Never! Henry, wh
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4 DIJ\MOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. "'That's what, you bet!, Their victim was already dead; the impact had broken his neck. But what cared they for that? They were beside themsdves, they were drunk with desire for a life. Again the rope was adjusted, again thrown over the limb, and this time a little less force was exerted in the hanging. As the body rose and swayed in air the crack of revolvers began to punctuate the rough jests that were being uttered on every hand, and the body was riddled with bu1lets. Meanwhile, what of Diamond Dick, Jr .. and the man who had attempted to stand by him? Bertie tried to save himself as the table went down, but it was of no use, Sd quick and unexpected was the shock. Down he went, and down went the other man squarely on top of him, and, for the moment, Bertie was knocked speechless, if not indeed senseless. And no sooner down, scarcely, than a knee was on Bertie's bre
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DiAMOND JRo-rHE BOYSP BEST WEEKLY. "evolver s and Elmer Stanley spraug forward and snatched the insensible girl up in his arms. Out the rear way," Bettie directed. ''I will cover your retreat, and you will ltave a few minutes' gra ce.' "And I'll o we you an obligation I can't repay," was the response, as he took the advice and ran for the door. "Never mind about that," Bertie called after him. Stanley was out an d away, and Diamond Dick, Jr., held the mayor and the others at b n y "Curse you! but you shall answer for this!" the ma yor cried. I expec t to was the defiant returu. "Aud yo u w ill wlsh y ou had never been born!" I am takiug my chance s of that. Don't you mov e or you will be just a s badly off as if you hadn't ever been born. I don't want to spill any blood here in your camp, but if you force me to it I won't hesitate about it." And he m eant just what he s aid. He had a corner and evidently he knew how to keep it. For the time being he was boss of the situation. And there was no chauce for the same mishap occurring a se cond time. They had hurled the t able from under him before, but it would b e impossible for them to jerk the saloon from under hi s fe et. By this time the mob was heard returning from their "hanging-bee." "What is the use of your 'posin' me hyer?" asked the mayor. "Yon seen how we hanged that chap in spite of ye." "\ell, there is no use of it, 11ow," said Bertie. "I am willing to call quits, if y on are, but you don't want to think that you can dnmp me if 1 agree to a truce.'' "Then put up yer gun." "No, wait till the crowd comes in, and then you can tell them just how it is, and it will be my treat.'' "All right, I ll do that, fer you are clean beat, we banged him in spite of ye. Hyer they come, and I'll hold ye to yer word to treat ther g ang." "My word is my bond," said Bertie. "Hello!" cried the foremost o( the mob, stopping short. "What's this hyer?" mayor and I are only havi11g a little standoff," answered Diamond Dick, Jr. "He will tell you about it." "It is to be all right, now that we have got the best of the rooster and finished our job,'' said the mayor. "We are to call et off, and he is t o treat the crowd." "Hooray! Bully fer the bantam!" "Waltz right up and take your swill," said Bertie. "It is my treat, aud we are to bury the hatchet.-" There was a rousing cheer at that, the word was passed from lip to lip, as others came in, and there was a surging throng around the bar in no time. Bertie was playing a double hand, so to say. Not only was he gaining time for his friend, Stanley, in which to enable him to get safely away with the girl, but he was ingratiating himself in the favor of the rough denizens of the "burg." He had an eye out for Gibbons and the Mexican, on the sly. In a few moments he saw them together, talking earnestly, and saw that every now and again their glances shot his way. But he paid no attention to them, seemingly. He had tossed a couple of coins to the man at the bar, and the crowd w as blfsy. Presently he saw the Mexican moving his way, and Diamond Dick, Jr., rightly guessed that trouble was brewing for him. He was all alone there, so far as help was. con cerned1 and he felt of Ids guns, to ascertain that they were in proper condition for futther business, if needed. Finding that they were, and that they would Peap to his grasp as quick as a wink, if necess a ry, he struck an easy pose, and waited for Mr. Juan Domingo to come forward and declare himself. A nd the Mexicanwas coming, with au easy swing. CHAPTER III. DISPLAY OF NER VI<: AND MUSCLE. As the Mexican approached he held out his hand to Bertie. 'What!" he exclaimed, y ou do not drink anything' ? That is n o t d oing honor to yourself." "I seldom drink," said Bertie, letting the fellow take his hand, and he instantly s a w that he did not mean to let go of it immediately. "You don't drink?" shakiug the hand with undue warlllth. "Mzlagro! is it possible? But you do not

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I Dl/\MOND DICKo JR.THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. mean, senor, that you never drink. If not on your own treat, you will drink with me" "Nit! I have too much regard for sound muscle and steady nerve to tamper with such lightning or forty-rod.'' "But you are going to drink with me!" It had all taken place in less than half a minute, the Mexican evidently believed that he bad Bertie's right hand in limbo. As he spoke b e closed down even tighter ttpon that member, and with his own left hand pulled a gun from his belt, but he was not half quick enough for the man he had thought to overcome. Diamond Dick, Jr.'s hand closed upon that of the t Me xican's like an instrument of torture, so strong was his grip, and at the. same instant his left seized the left wrist of the Mexican and the pi s tol was sent flying over the head s of the crowd. The Mexican was howling with pain, for Bertie was twisting his arms without mercy, big fellow though Domingo was. "Durnation !" cried one fellow, who was j11st leav ing the bar. "What does this hyer mean?" "It means that this chap is my muttou," cried the mayor, who had by this time pushed his way to where the two stood grappled. As he spoke, he seized Bertie by the s houlder and drew a gun. Spat! Quicker than a wink, Bertie had dropped the Mexican, and his right fist took the big, burly mayor squarely in the mouth. Over went Mr. Gibbons, sliding under a table flat on his back, and the Mexican was powerless for the moment to play further his little part, owing to the pain in his arms. He was swearing in Spanish at a terrific rate. "'rhere is treachery for you, my friends," cried Bertie, appealing to the crowd. "That's what's the matter," some of those around him shouted. ' I had agreed to terms of peace, you were enjoy ing my treat; seeing that I had played a losing hand, and here your mayor a d his Mexican sneak tried to take me unawares." "We'll have none of that," several of the rough fellows called out as one man. "Mayor, we'll have none of that!' "You want to hang that fellow!" the mayor roared. "Nary hang, Gibbons. He's all right; he is the stn ff, y v u bet I" 1 "Bet yer life he is I" supported others, and Bertie saw that be ha d plenty of b a ckers n ow. He set sail accordingly. "That was hardly a fair deal, mayor," he said, "after l met you more than half way for peace, but, still, Jlll let it drop if you are willing. What do you say?" "I'll s ee you later, curs e you," Gibbons growle d s ava g ely. "All right, just as you please. And how is it with you, Domingo? I guess you thought you had got hold of a g iant electric battery, didn't you? When you tackle me you want to do it when I am asleep. See? 'fa-ta !" Bertie bad been edging toward a window, while speaking, and as he concluded he vaulted lightly out and was gone. He was under cover of the friendly shadows almost instantly. "Whew I but that was a hornet's nest," he said to himse lf. "I never thought r" would come out of that den with a whole skin, yet here I am. It is war to the teeth, now, however, and I must get on a gait and make ready for the fray." He hastened away among the darkened shanties and wickiups, wondering where he would fall in again -with Stanley. Presently he saw one shanty where there wa s a light. He went to that. Peering in through a chink, be saw the same young woman sitting on a low stool rocking herself to and fro and moaning. Stanley was not there, and, in an instant it flashed to Bertie's mind where he must be. He t a pped at the door lightly. The young woman was upon her feet instantly. "Who is there?" she asked. "It is I, your friend of the saloon," answered Bertie. "I am to open the door to you," she said. "Why are you afraid?" he inquired. "I am afraid that it may be some one trying to de ceive me." "Well, well, you are a girl of caution, an y way. Bnt where is y our friend Stanley?" ''He ha s gone to get some friends and Diamond Dick.''

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DIJ\MOND DiCK, JR.THE BuYS9 BEST WEEKLYo "' "I thought so. Well, I will go and look him up a nd then will come back with him. You will know hi s voice when he comes." ''A nd I will open the door to you, for now I recog ni z e yours." No, no, never mind, for I must go and look up your friend. He may be in need of my aid by this time, in s te a d of I in need of his. Keep your door barred till we cotne. '' "I intend to do that." And then, in lower tone, "oh, my brother, my poor brother!" Bertie pitied the girl, and resolved that he would aid h e r in wreaking a just v e ngeance upon those who had so ruthle s s ly slain her invalid brother. He was eager, too to hear the whole of that matter, for, a s yet, he had only an inkling of it. And then the mentio n of the "ton of gold," he h ad h e ard of that before. He went back the way he l1ad come, and ap proached the Cosmopolitan from another direction. 'rhe window s of the saloon were all open, and he stepped to one of these and looked in. Just as he did so, he saw Elmer Stanley and two others enter b y the front doo r and sa w Sta nley cast a s earching glance around the room. ,. Bertie stood ready to give him a sign, but before his ga z e came that way he was accosted by the may or. "Hello! hye r y e are, hey?" the mayor cried. "Yes, here I am," was Stanley's response. "Wuil, what d'y e want? Afr ye lookin' fer satisfaction?'' "I am looking. for that young man who tried to prevent your doing that murder." "Murder! You call thet 'ar a murder?" "It was nothing short of it, and a most heinous murder at that," was the fearless rejoinder. Diamond Dick, Jr., liked the sty le of Sta nley. Here was proof that he had that quality of intrepidity commonl y cleuomiuated "sand." Bertie then and there mad e up. his mind that he would pair with him for the work in hand if his offer would be accepted. "Well, you had better holcl a tongue in yer lte ad," the mayor gratt!d, "or there may be more trouble of the sam e sort, hyer, and you may be in et." l did not come in to quarrel with y ou, sir, but to look for that brave young fellow.'' "Brave? Ha, ha, ha !" "What do you mean?" "If y ou had seen ltini light through that winder over thar a spell a g o, ye wouldn't call him brave.'' "He was only one against you all." Stanley was turning to go when he caught sight of Bertie, and received a signal. Bertie disappeared from tile window at once and p : i ssed around 11ear the front and waited, and after a word or two more with Gibbons, Stanley came out and joined him, b eing joined by two others, who had just come up. G ive me your hand," Stanley cried, as he came up. ''l owe you a debt of gratitude., "And the quickes t wa y to pay it is to agree n o t to mention iL again, 1 said Bertie, as they shook hands. "I will not pro mise that. So you are Diamond Dick, Jr.?" "That is m y handie, Mr. Staniey." "I have heard of you. Let me introduce two trusted pards of mine, Mort Briscow and Zach Temple." "Plea sed to know yon, gentlemen," said Bertie, shaking hands with each in turn. So, you were out looking for me, eh? I had skedaddled to go look for you." "But you didn t rnn awa y I'll bet on that; yon are not that kind." "Not exactl y," declared Bertie. "You see I had another hook-up with the mayor and that Mexican black-and-tan of his, and after I had broken that I thought it was about time for me to dust out. But where are you going?" "To Lenora's C
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r Dlt'\MONO DICK9 JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo CHAPTER. IV. THE LEGEND OF THE 'rON OF GOLD. Arriving at destination, gave a signal kno'Ck 011 the door, and it was immediately opened to them. The girl s eyes were red with weeping, and she asked, immediately: "Did they do it, Elmer, did they--" But his look was the and he took her to hi s breast as she b11rst out sobL.ng afresh. ''There, L :1ere,, he said, soothingly, 'do not take it so hard, Lenora. ; is past all suffering no" anc1 is, perhaps, better off than any of ns here." "I know, I know,., s .e sobbed; "but to think that he was iunocent, that they came and dragged him from his sick bed, and that they-they hang

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DUJ\MOND JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 9 "There i s littl e to tell, sir. My brol!J e r left me in the c a re of au old h a lf-ca s te squ a w, who died while he w as gone, and with the men I have named set out upon his dangerous expedition. When he returned l1e came alon e and he was more dead than alive, and ne a rl y out of his 111 in d. Meantim e Da ve Gibbons had begun paying atte n t i on s t o m e a nd I w a s k eeping him at a distance the b e s t I coul d h oping t hat each c,ming da y would wi t n ess m y brother's arrival. When he did come, be had hot words with Gtbbons, and forbade him the cabin, e v e n though Gibb.,n s tried t o make peace ;vith him. I t hink my brothe r must have known some terrible se cret of hi s--" '"l'hat w ou ld account for hi s determina tion t o h a n g him, the n Berti e interrupted. "Yes I think so," a g reerl Stanley "together with his lo\'e for Mi s s Naylor, a nd his chagrin at not being able t o get the s ecret o f the monntain ca v e and tl.e ton of g o ld from Henry." "He tri e d h a rd to get that secret," the youn g w oman c ontinue d, a nd a ll the h a rd e r when it be came apparent that m y brother was n o t likely ever to ge t w ell. But Henry w ould n o t y ield, ana so Gib bons be gan t o threa t e n. The n, at l a st, he m a d e a c cus ati o n s "He threw o u t dark hints tha t u 1 y brother mus t h ave murderecl hi s t w o c om p a nion s in ord e r to have al l the wealth for him s elf, and s o wrought upon the m ind s of t h e p eo pl e th a t, fina ll y he made t h em think as he wan t e d the111 t o think, and the n came t he terribl e t r a g ed y y o n know a ll. a b o u t On ly a n h our be f ore i t happened h e w as h e re for tile l ast time, an d was for the l as t t i m e deni e d and r efused a nd h e w e n t a w ay with t errible on hiS ' "The s c oundrel!" cri ed B ertie. "He desetves the w o r st fate t h a t we can bring up on him." A ud tha t i s the fate he sha ll h ave," declare d Stanl e y "That i s m y vow," s aid L e n o r a ''But, Mis s Naylor," s a i d Berti e "you hav e not t old u s a ll. "Yes, tha t i s all sir." "How is that? Y our bruthe r must have told y on. p riv a t e ly more than he w ould tell a ny one else." O h n n w I un:le r s t aud. Yes, h e did tell me many things but I fear thev are o f little m oment, now tha t h e i s g one. O h, if he could o nl y have lived and 2'0t well--" "Since he did not, you have a duty t u perfo rm, a duty that you owe to y o ur self." "'The duty of vengeance." "More than that. The duty of claiming this gold that w a s rightfully your brother's. "His, and his c ompanious'. Henry said that if be was ever able t o g o hack aud get it, their people should have the s h are of 1t that w o nld rightfully have been theirs." "And y e t this scoundrel could say that he had murdered them." ""'Which he never did, sir. If you could have seen how he mourned for them. They had bec ome.like brothe rs, and on two o ccasions they saved m y brother' s life.'' "Well, what information did lte leave with you? S urel y he t o ld yo u the location of that wonderful cavern?" Yes, yes, h e did, he did; but, can I remember what he said ? "If he had only drawn a plan--" The girl was in stantly on per feet. ''What is it?" asked Bertie and Stanley as one, their hands dropping to their guns. "TI:e map!" "\Vhat map?" "The map he drew." "Then the re was a map?" asked Bertie. "Yes, y es, h e drew it at times, as he was able, and h e had it o n his pe rso n "'l'ilen tlJat map mus t be recovered, if not too l ate," s a i d B e rtie. I t a ke it that he had it in one o f IJis p ockets ? 'Yes y es. You see, he wonlcl not lay off his cl othes for goJ cl; he would not admit how sick he was; the map was in the inside pocket of his vest the l ast I knew o f it." "And y o u di d not think of it--" "Not till y ou said wha t you did, and reminded me of it." I will go out and find it," said Bertie, "if it haS not alrea d y fallen into the hands of Gibbons." A nd if it has," suggested Stanley. "lf it has, we mus t have it anyhow. But if he knew nothing about it' l ma y find it on the bod y. "And I am going with you," said Lenora. "You take a needless risk," said Bertie. "I will retnrn to .YOU at once." "You f orget that I have not s een my brother since -si nce it happened, and that he must be given

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10 DIJ\M O ND DICKD JRo-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. decent burial. Besides, that will be our excuse; we have come to bury him." ''Let me go in your stead," said Stanley. "Vve will bring the body here to you." "But I want to go." "Think of the sight, think of the shock it will be ,to you, Lenora.'' "Yes, yes, I think of all that, and still I say I want to go; I must go. I must see and know the worst, that my hand may not lack courage when the hour of vengeance comes. '' "Very "''ell, we will not oppose you further, we will all go together and bring the body here. They have done their worst, and can have no further 1:se for it now. We were not able tl) prevent the but you know, we did all in onrlpower. CHAPTER V. CUTTHROATS EXCHANGE' CONFIDENCES. Mt.!antime, David Gibbons had not been altogether idle. He had just entered into a private discussion with the Mexican, Juan Domingo, when Elmer Stanley entered the Cosmopolitan. After departure that discussion was resumed. "Diablo!" the Mexican. "Then you re.ally intend to lltlnt for that ton of gold?" "Really intend it? That has been my scheme all along, and I want you to go with me. What do you say to that, my gallus cavalier?" ''Por Dos! I say that I am with you, heart and soul," was the prompt response . "But we cannot go alone, us two; we must have a company, picked and trusted followers. '' "And they are to be bad, all we want of them. Juan, chat tou of gold is ours!" "Y cs, it is ours-all ours!" cried the Mexican. "You will go with me, for I may have need of one who can talk your tongue, and when we discover the treasure a quarter of it shall be yours." "Then yon will not give me half?" ''Do you demand half?'' ''Am I not to take half the toil and danger, senor?" "Well, a half, then, my dear Juan. Even that will be more than we can spend in a lifetime." '' Por Dz"os! yes '1 "And we will lose no time about it, either. '1 "When do we start?" ".lust as soon as we can make ready." "But do you know where to go? Did you get anything out of that fellow you hanged?" "No, cuss him, I didn:t. That is, not in life, but I will now. I knew what I was about, you bet." "What do you mean, senor?" "I did not pry and spy around that cabin for nothing. There are chinks in the walls, and 1 have sharp eyes and ears, Juan Domingo." "Ah-ba 1" "I saw him drawing a map-saw it not only once, but several times, and that map I am going to have. We will cut the body down as soon as we will not attract the notice--'' "You think it is oil the body?" "Yes, I have every reason to believe that it is. If not, I know where to find it.'' "Where?" "In the keeping of that wench--Ha! I must not forget her; what the map may not reveal, she cau make up to me, for the fellow must have told her many things." "But what can you do with her, Senor Gibbons?" "What can I do with her?" "Yes, for she will defy and scorn you, and now more than before:'' "What can I do with her? I will show you. I am going to have her in spite of herself!" "Well, I wish you joy of her, anyhow. If you think you can tame a she wildcat, such as she is likely to prove if you attempt it, go ahead." "I will tame her or I will kill her!" ''A mz" que m e z"mporta; or, as you say here, I don't care; go ahead, it is your own funeral." "That is my intention. But, first and foremo s t, the expadition for the ton of gold-tlJat has been planned and arranged so that failure will be next to impossible." "You have counted the risks, senor?" "Put them against the reward, if success is ours. And it ought to be easy, if that map can be got hold of." "Ah. the map. We must have that, senor." "And one other thing, Juan." "What is that?" "This fellow who chipped in here to-night-be is a bad block in our way to success, and he must be removed. Do you understand?" '' Sz, senor/ yo comprendar. ''

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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYSP BEST WEEKLYa 11 "Hang your Spanish! If you savvy say so in plain U nited States." "I understand, senor." "Good enough. He has got to be removed, I say, and that other fellow, too, either now or later on, for my happmess with the wildcat will not be assured while he is in the field." The Mexican laughed. "It is nothing to me," he said, with a sh r ug. ''But take care, for I have reason to know that fellow is no child." "The ver y reason why he must be removed. And I will not delay about making sure of him, either; I will attend to that, now, at once, bef o re we go any further." "You yours e lf, senor? Have a care!" "My men will tlo it, and there is the man I want. Ho! Cactus!'' A villain o uslooking ruffian looked around on he Rring his name called, and rose and came to where Gibbons W"<
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I 12 D I AMOND D ICK, JR.-THE BOYS9 BEST WEEKL\"., "'rhat you are to l1ave half the find?" "Yes." "I will, I promise you that. But first we must get hold of that map--Come, we will go for it now. 1 Gibbons rose and led the way out of the saloon. The Mexican fo llowed him with a troubled look on his dark face, a puzzled expression. ''Enjoyin' yerselves, aire ye, boys?" the mayor saluted, as he passed through the crowd about the bar and door. "Wull, that's right; take a drink to my health while ye are about it." He tossed a coin to the man behiud the bnr as he spoke. He \vent right out, and the Mexican joined him immediately, and they bent their steps in the direction of the tree where Henry Naylor had been hanged. As they came near, they saw shadowy forms under the tree, the tnayor clutched the arm as a measure of precaution, and they more silently .until they reached the spot. Those tinder the tree1 needless to say, were Diamond Dick, Jr., with Elmer Stanley and Lenora Naylor. They had just cut the body down, a11d Bertie was feeling in the pockets for the mnlJ. He found it, and-drew it forth, bt1t just as he rose to his feet the two men made their presence known.
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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 13 "I don' t know," I didn't s ee," said the p1ay or. Search and find her; she can't be far off.' "Let's g o to her cabin," Shouted another. "Ten to on e she has dug out fer thar, seein' b o w ther fight wur a -goin '." "Yes, that's so." And off went some more of them in that direction. "Who is this laid o11t hyer?" some one else dem a n ded, touchiug Sta nle y with his foot. "It is that fool, Elmer Stanley,'' an s wered Gibbon s with a s n a rl. "I gave him plenty of warning, and he h a d onl y himself to blame if he g o t it." ''Cas c a ras/'' shoute d Domiugo, who jus t then r a n up, having led in the pursuit afte r Diamoud Dick, Jr. for a distance. "We are balked on ever} hand Senor Gibbons." "Yes, but we will soon be on top agajn, Juan." "I dou 't know; the paper gone, and now the girl, too-Why are y ou not afte r her? "The bo y s b ave her cabin--" "To her cabin! Do ) ou not know that she was carried off while we were fighting?" ''The deuce ) 011 s ay!'' "Yes; a man came between us and carried her off just before I laid S t a ul e y out.'' "Who was it?" Carra mbal how can I tell ) on that, dark as it was?" "Which wa y did he g o ? "Tha t way." "The n why did y ou not go afte r her, i11stea d of w a sting t ime--" Zamacuc o l Was not the p aper o f more v alue than the mozu ela ? I s she worth a ton of gold?'' ''Curse yon! y ou have more thonght for that gold than for m y interes ts! Lead the wa y in the direction y ou saw her taken; others w i ll recover the paper." "Come on The .l\Ie x ican s t a rted off in has te, and Gibbons ord e red the retnain der of the men standing around to follow hi 111. :'And don't come back without her, if you value your lives!" he shouted, after them. A ll were s o on lo s t in the darkness, and the mayor s tood there alone. "Curs e him! He would have that paper f o r him self, I believe. I must be watchful of that treacherous cutthroat. Well, y ou are one out of the way an yhow," spurning Stanley with his fo u t. "You I were a fool to trust that young devil; he has played ) ou the same trick Domingo would play me." With more muttered curses he followed i11 tl1e directio n taken b y the nlen who had gone after Bertie. He had been goue perhaps a 1imite, when Elmer Stanley moaned and sat up. Domingo's bullet had had nothing to do with h is f a ll. At the motnent the Me x ican fired, Stanley had caught his toe under a projecting splinter of rock, which unquestionably saved him frori1 the bullet, for that shot was at short range. In falling his h e ad had come in violent coutact .with a stone, and he was rendered insensible. He rubbed his forehead in a daz ed manner. It was some moments befor e he could recall where he was and what had taken place. When the recollection came to him it came like a flash, and he staggered to his f eet' at firs t hardly able to stand. He looked around bewildered. All alone, the camp apparent) y asleep or deserted, he knew not how long he had been there in that condition. N ow heari11g voices in the directi on of Lenora's c a bin, and having her in mind as the first important obj ect of search, he turned that way a11d staggered forw a rd. U p the gulch, and also down, he heard the mnr mur of other voices, and it all s e rved onl y to bewilder him the more. H e had taken but a few steps whe11 he sta g g ered ag a in s t tw o m e n. They w ere coming his wa y "Stanlev !" one exclaimed. "Thank God!" the other. "'vVe thought you were dead, old ma11. ''Where-where is she!" Stanley gasped, ingly "Who ?1' Lenora. "There is bad uews for you, but brace up against it, old fello w \Ye will aid y o u to find her." "Then Gibbons--" "No, no not Gibbous, but Sierra Madre Jim." "Great heavens!" These two men were Stanley's pards, Briscow and Teml?le.

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0 14 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo wors e of the pair, if an ything,'' said Bri s cow, 'bnt don't give up to despair." "We'll have her, or we'll give our lives tryin' to get her. for ye," encouraged Temple. "Brace up against it, old man." "Thunder!" suddenl y cried Briscow, "he's shot!" "No, no, it was a fall," s J id Stanley ''I'll be a: I right pards, and then we have work to do." "Yes, you are right, we have got \\Ork to do," cried Temple, "more than ye figger on, rnebo y old man; but we mean to stand b y ye to the end. C o rne awa y to our shanty." "No, no; I must find her." "Tl1at is no use now, if Gibbons and all his gang can't find her--" "But, in the power of Sierra Madre .Tim! M y God I we must find her, I cannot rest till she is recovered out of his hands." "Corne with us, Elmer, it is the onl y thing to be done now. We know his game, and we will play to trump i1is trick before he is half done with it, y ou b et! Corne." 'rhey pulled him awa y in the direction o f their shanty, just as the baffied ma y or was returning at the head of his band of minion s 'l'hings were assuming dramatic shape there at the town of Tulip. CHAPTER VII. .BEGINS BER'riE'S DARING DRIFT. Diamond Dick, Jr.'s last shot at Dave Gibbous was n o t fired with the good intention of killing that wor thy. He might be needed later on, and so the bullet did no fatal damage. Seeing-the mob at hand, and knowing tha t cap ture would mean instant hanging, Bertie ran off in the darkness, knowing that he could be of more u s e to his friends alive than dead. He had seen the abduction of Lenora and the fall of Stanlev. The latter he believed had been killed. It was his intention to get on the trail of the man who had run off with the girl, and rescue her or give his life in her defen se. He held sacred the promise he had given Henry Naylor, and resolved that not o nly would he save Lenora, but that, if pos s ible, he would re s tore to her the ton of gold her brother bad found. With these thoughts in mind, he doubled on his trail by dodging around ,!.he first shanty he came to. 1'lms his pursuers were thrown off the track. Having turned, he sped away in. the direction the abductor of the girl had taken. Not far had he gone, yet far enough to be out of immediate earshot of Gibbons and his yelling horde, when he ran headlong into a group of three men. "Tlnmder::>tion !" cried ont! of these "Wha t have we got hyer ?'' Bertie made a move to defend himself, but in the instant and before he could recov e r from the shock, they seized him aud held him fast. "Durn me if et ain' t the very chap!'. cried another. "Not Diamond Dick, Jr.?" "The same, b y thunder!" "Cactus, ye are in luck." "Well, I should snicker if I ain't," that villain chuckled. 1'Wby, ye ding-basted diamond dude, y e couldu' t a' pleased me better if ye had willed me yer pile and kicked ther bucket!" "What do you want with me?" cried Bertie "What do we want with ye?" "Yes. Release me instantly!" "Wull, I reck o n not, my dais y We are goin' to make cold meat of ye first." "You mean to kill me?'' ''That's what we do." "What for?" "For a cool hundred; ha, ha, ha !" "And you do not mean to give me a chance for my I ife ?" "Wull, lJardly a chance, you bet. We are gain' to do ye up so brown that ye won't never croak again. Even wh i le they were s peakin g they were binding him. 'ro strnggle was useless. "But what is my death to you?" Bertie persisted. He wanted to get at the bottom of it, and learn j ust who had put them up to it. He believed that it had been Dave Gibbons, of course, since one of the f e llows had a reward of a hundred he was to get for the work. "Oh, et ain't nothin' to us," answered the Cactus. "Then can't I buy off?" asked Bertie. Wull, I opine not. If ye have got anything about ye to buy with, we will rdieve ye of that fer good luck and good measure." "You won't find anythtng on me," said Bertie. "I alwa y s cache my dough before I venture into such a den of cutthroats as this town of Tulip. You are welcome to all you get." It was a blnit, of course. But it had its effect, and they cursed their luck. 'Wull, got anything more to sa y before we gag ye ?'' demanded Cactus. "If you will spare my life, I will tell you as near as I can where my stuff is hid." Y e will do that?" ''Yes." "It is a bargain, by thunder! "We wur gain' to c11t yer throat, that I won't deny." "And what will you do if I m y word with you?" ''Durn if I know just what we will do,'' the Cac tu s had to admit. '"May be you will cut my throat all the same, and laugh at me for a fool.''

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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLYo 15 ":No we won't do that," protested the other two fell o ws. ''What proof have I that you won't do it?" W ull, ye will lJgve to take our wortl fur et, we reckon, se e in that is all we hav e got to g i ve ve." "And I suppose that is worth about a tinker's dam per volume," said Bertie, inclined to be facetious in spite of hi s peril. ' v \ e had no real desire to slit yer pnrty white throat a n y how, if we coul d find so me oth e r w ay that would at b wer the purpose jist as well. These hyer two chicke n s wur ag ainst cut tin' yer neck.'' "I appreciate their goodne ss," said Bertie. "1 ba d jus t as lief t a ke my chances som e other w ay, if il is all the same to you. Why not fling me into the creek?" "vVe thought wuss'n that," s aid assistant No. r. "How wa,; th a t ? a sk e d Bertie "An d w e re c k o n that ye w o u l d beg u s to cut yer throa t as a f ay o r in:st ea d." See h yer," s u d d e nl y inter p osed the C a ctus, "I'll give y e ye r cho i ce of them thar tw o things, on condition that ye tell us whur yer pile is at." "I'll do it," said Dia mon d Dick, Jr., promptly. "Even though ye ain t h eard what t'other fate is to be," reminded a ssistant cutthroat No. 2 "l understa n d that it is to be a chance for my life,'' sai d B e rtie. "Ha, ha! \'es, a chance-jist about one m ten million. ' ' A ll right, I accept it; I s e e that you mean business.'' "Then tell us yer secret," s a i d the Cactus. "First tell me wh a t this slim chance is t o be," said Bertie. "\\ell, it is this: This hyer crick runs down into Devil's Gulch, an l no tell:n wh u r Devil's G ulch runs, fer no man has ever explored it. No man has ever dared do et. See?'' "Yes, I begin to s ee. Go on ; I am in teres ted. But you will h a ve to be lively or somebody will happen this way aud spoil your plans, and you will not get a whack at the thousa nd or two I. have cached. Y o u s ee they are sprea ding out to l o ok for me." "That's so; come pards, let s hustle off to the crick with him before Dave kin interfere." "All right, that's sense." And away they went, silently like shadows, in the direction of the creek that d ashed along down through the gulch about an eighth of a mile below the camp's center. No more was said till they reached the creek's bank. There they stopped. "Now, then, ye want to know the rest of et?" askeo the Cactus. Y es, I am eager t o hear it all said Bertie, who had accomplished one point, that of getting out of the immediate reach of the mayor of Tulip. "If I decide to have my throat cut in preference, I will let you know." "Which I reckon ye will," said cutthroat No. r. "Well, give us yer 'tention," said the Cactus. ' \ V e ain't got no time to monkey away with ye, and it won't make a cent's worth of clifference to the cap'n an yhow." "I am all attention; go aheao." "As I told ye nobo.;y knows anything about Devil's Gulch crick," the Cactus resumed. "It goes down and down, until it takes a dive underground straight under San Juan Mountains-ther crick I mean, and that is as fur as any livin' mortal knows about it." "And you mean to send me to explore it?" ''I see you begin to git the r drift o f it," laughed the Cactus. "And a sorry drift it will be fer him," said assistant 1.'\o. 2 "Tiler darin'est drift any mortal man ev e r t ook "'l'ha t is sartiu1 a g r e ed the Cactus. "Ye see youngster, we have a b o a t hyer, and not a slouch of a b o at, either-worth mor'n yonr life and carc a ss t ogether, and et seems a dum sh ame to destroy et on your account, but you have our word. Now we will put yer into that 'ar boat, bound jist as ye are, and send ye aclrift down this hyer crick, or we'll cut yer throat and fling ye to ther fishes, jist as ye have a mind to e lect." Diamond Dick, Jr., was e ager to accept this one chauce for his life That they meant to kill him, and that they had been hired to do it, there was not the ghost of a doubt. He had to play the hand with care for the one chance in a thousa nd, as it re a lly appeared to be. "I don't know but what I'll back out, after all," he remarked. "Ha, ha, hal'' laughed the two assistants. "We thought w<:mld, by. jingo!" "Then yer won't accept et, hey?" cried the Cactus. "Wull, then, I will make short work of ye. I give ye jist ten seconds to decide!" He whipped a bowie from his bpot, as he spoke, and placed its keen edge against Diamond Dick, Jr.'s neck, and there could be no doubting that he would be as good as his word. ''Hold on," Bertie called out, "I guess I will .take the other way; I wouldn't make a pretty corpse with my throat cut." This struck t be three as being so decidedly funny that they all bad to laugh. As if good looks could make any difference to a dead man. "Well, spit out yer secret, then," cried Cactus, as soon as he recovered f om his fit of risibility. "You will keep your word with me?" Bertie asked, again. "Yes, yes, honest Injun. We'll do just what we said, fer it don't matter a darn to us which way you die. One way is sure, and other can't be any surer.''

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-j6 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. ''All right, then, it's a bargain." Bertie thereupon told piece of clever fiction respecting a place where l1e pretended to have hidden his money before venturing into Tulip, and he told it in such a way and with snch minute directions that they swallowed the pill whole without winking at it. ''Good enough!" exclaimed the Cactus. ''A blind man had orter be able to. filld that." "You will have no trouble about it," said Bertie, "if you follow my directions to the letter. Now, then, send me to my fate, since yon are determined to do it." But Mr. Cactus still that big bowie knife, as if debating within his own minJ what he would do about it. ''Durn me if I know," said he. "'!'her captain's orders were to cut yer throat." "That ain't no fair, Cactus," interposed one of his assistants. "No, et ain't," chimed in the other. "He took yer at yer word, :>!nd now ye want to keep yer with word him. We hadn't no heart fer cuttin' his throat, anyhow." "That's what we hadn't, Cactus. Be as good as yer word, and let's git the business off our hands." "And don't ye go ter balk about et, either," said No. 1, pulling a gun. "That's what's the matter," said the other, following his example. "Oh, well, it don't make a bit of difference," snarled Cactus. "He will be jist as dead one way as t'other, anyhow." "Then git yer boat while we guard him," suggested No. 1, who evidently did hot feel inclined to trust Cactus very fa: in the matter. "Vi 7e'll soon secure him in et and let him go." "Keep him kivered with yer guns," said Cactus, as he went off to get the boat. "Bet yer life we wull, and you, too," grated No. 1 uuder his breath. ''You kin thank us fer this one slim chance ye have got, youngster," he added, speaking to Bertie. "Yes, I gness you are right," Bertie agreed. "I didn't trust him much, anyhow, but I hardly thought he would go back on his word when it could make so little difference to him.'' "You don't know Cactus, you don't." "Say," Bertie whispered, "ifo you will free l!lY hands before you put me into that boat, I will give you a pointer." "What is yer pointer." "'Vill ye do it?" "We'll see. Come, be quick about et." "You are two to one against the Cactus; what is the matter with your having that pile of mine to yourselves.,. "Don't you fool yourself by thinkin' we are asleep, my young rooster, don't ye do et," said the fello w. "We have got that thought in our noddles, and we ain't goin' to take no chances by freein' your hands, either. Shut yer head, now, or it will be a bullet of either knife or boat." Bertie realized that they were three of a kind, that he had no chance at all save the one last desperate chance the boat afforde"l, and wisely he held his peace. In a few minutes more Cactus was there with the boat, and called out for his assistants to hand in the victim. They carried Bertie down the rugged way to where Cactus was holding the boat, and deposited him in the stern of the craft on his back. 'l'hat done, they stepped out and shoved the boat off, and it was soon caught by the current and carried swiftly. away. CHAPTER VIII. LENORA'S FA'fE AND STANLEY'S GRIT. When Lenora Naylor was seized, as described, and carried off, at the time of the scrimmage under the tree where her brother been banged, she made a desperate struggle. lt was altogether futile, however, for her strength was as nothing compared to that of her captor. His was quickly over her mouth. She was held as closely as if in the em brace of a bear, almost, and thus he sped away with her, swiftly, silently. Finding how useless it was to struggle, she succumbed to the inevitable, and lay passive in his arms, while her brain was busy trying to invent some scheme by which to outwit him. She lay so still that he believed that she had swooned, and he relaxed just a little the pressure with which he had first clasped her. Feeling this, and guessing his thought, she carried on the deception and Jay lifeless. She had uo idea who the man was. At first l1e ran like a deer until he was well out of reach, when he reduced his pace, and continued at a quick walk, heavily panting. Presently he came to a steep place, up which he labored with difficulty, and Lenora thought of coming suddenly to, and causing him to lose his balance and fall. The thought of a broken neck if she did, however, deterred her from making the experiment. She would wait. At last the top was reached, and the prisoner knew then where she was. There was a ledge trail just above the camp, on one side of the gulch in which the camp was situated, and she believed she had been carried to this. She was not mistaken. Iu a few moments her suspicion was confirmed by hearing the sound of stamping horses and then by the low voices of n1en.

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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 11 She was immediately seized with horror, for sh e guess ed that they intended to carry her away, another guess in which she was not mistaken as she was speedily shoW11. "Got ther gal?" one of the men whispered. "You bet I have got her," was the res ponse. "Don't s'pose I wonld come without her, do ye ?" Lenora had heard that voice before. "Wull, let me have her while ye mount, Sierra Madre Jim, and then--" At mention of tbat name Lenora uttered a screa m. No more terrible name could have been spoken, and to think that she was in the powel' of this mons ter. Sierra 1\fadre Jim was an outlaw, cutthroat-in fact, everything that was vile-a desperado without a spark of honor, one who looked upon womankind as of less value than horses. "You wench!" he cried, giving her mouth a severe cuff with his open hand. "You try that once more, and you will be sorry for it. Give me a 2ag, one of yon fellow s and be quick about it." "Spare me," Lenora pleaded, in a low tone. "Yes, I'll spare you," was the grated answer. ''You just yawp once more, and I will show you how I wlll spare ye !" "But why have you carried nie away? What do y ou intend doing with me?" "That is a fool question. Here, open your jaws. You wou't, eh !" The gag was rudely forced into l1er mouth and secured behind her head, and Lenora regretted now, when too. late, that she had allowed the mention of this man' s terrible name to betray her into screaming. Being gagged, :she w a s lifted up on one of the horses, where a man held her in front of him, and they rode away at a walk, in silence. No word was spoken until they h a d pas s e d !Jeyoud sight of the camp even by daylight. N ow, wi ldcat," said Sierra Madre Jim, then, "I will enlighten y ou a trifle regarding your fate, if you want to know it." She c ould not respond of course. "Oh, you are gagged; I forgot that ior the moment. Well, I a m g oin' after that ton of gold your brother talked s 0 mnch about after he got back, and I mean to use you to help me find it." Lenora gave a start, and would have responded had she beeu at liberty to do so. "The fact of the business is, Sierra Madre Jim went o n to say, "I know that your brother must have t o ld you all he knew about that cavern where the ton of gold is, and I know that Dave Gibbons 1 'neant to make use of : yon jist the same as I am doin' and it was only a question as to which of us would git yon b y the hind leg first. See? His rough companions, of whom there were four besides himself, laughed at his attempt to be funny. "By the way," he ordered, "take that thing out of her mouth now, Bill. She kin yawp all she wants to, and nobody will hear her.'' The gag was removed. "Now, what have ye got to say to et?" the outlaw demanded. "I don't know anything about it," the girl answered, as well as she could. "My brother had a map of the region, which he made while he was sick, but now that has fallen into the hands of Dave bons, I suppose. '' "The mischief ye say!" "'rhat is true. I was going to get it when they came and caught us under the tree and drove us offor you carried me off, rather." "Yes, rather; that's the word," the ruffian laughed. "I rather did, fer a fact!" Again his followers roared. "But can't you take us to the place without that map ?'1 the outlaw demanded. ''I do not believe that I could take you there with it, sir. What do I know about such work. I beg of you to allow me to return to the camp." "Oh, no, we ain' t lettiu' you return, not by a whole lot we ain't. But we are goin' to have that map, you can bet your life on that. Dave and his meu will soon set out, aud we'll hold 'em up for it if we can't do any better.'' They pus hed on, straight into the mountains, and little more w as said by any of the party. Meanwhile, Mort Briscow and Zach Temple had taken Elmer Stanley to their cabin, where they closed the door and proceeded first of all to look after his hurt. rrhey found merely a lump on his forehead where his head had come in contact with the stone on the gro und when h e fell. In a fe w minntes he began to feel all right again. "Mighty glad it i s 110 worse," declared Mort, with a good de a l of relief in his tone. That's so agreed Zach, for thar is hot work jist ahead fer all o f us, and there is no time to be lost gittin' at it, either." ''The fir s t thing t o be done is to recover Lenora out of that d e vil 's power,'' said Stanley. "He is off into the mountains with her by this time, but we will be hot on his t rail, you bet. It IS goin' to be a race fer that ton of gold, pard." "I care nothing for the gold," Stanley urged. "No, but the rest of 'em do, you bet. And we must make that our objective point in order to foul with 'em." "Where is my friend?" Stanley suddenly asked. "Yer friend?" "Yes, that you11g man who called himself Dianlond Dick, Jr." ''Don't know; haven't seen a thing of him. Mebby he wasn't as much a friend as you--" "I won't hear that said of him," said Stanley,

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18 DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. sternly. "He is as true as gold. No man who wasn't would l1ave done what he dic1." "Well, we hope ye ain't mistaken, that's all., "But we act. What is it you have to tell me? We must be up and at w ork!, "Well, hyer it is in a nutshell: Dave Gibbons is goin' t o set out to-night to find that cave, and Juan Domingo with him. But that ain't all of it yet. Sierra Madre Jim is goin' to balk him, and g e t there first, and I suppose that is why he has stolen the gal., "My curse upon him!. But he shall suffer for it if one hair of her head is harmed, I swear it!" "But we ought to find that new pard of yours, Stanley." he must be found. He has pledged his word that he will aid Lenora in recovering that lost for tune.,, "And we can t find him stoppin' here. Let's get ready, and set out on Dave Gibbons' trail soon as he starts Sierra Madre Jim wiii stop him s one rs, and then will be our chauce to chip in." "'l'hat is a good plan," agreed Stanley. "Make ready as soon as possible, and get the horses." And so it was that in less than an hour these three men rode silentl y out of Tulip, following the general windings, of Devil 's Gulch. Dave Gibbons and his fonr chosen comrades had preceded them, and all were h eading for the one general objective point, the secret cave where the ton of gold lay awaiting claimants. It was to be a desperate undertaking, for not only were there natural difficulties to be overcome, but the way to the treasme-trove was guarded by a band of renegade Apache Indians, at whose hands the two companions of Henry Nay lor h a d met their death. The two rival expeditions, that of Dave Gibbqns and his Mexican ally, and that of Sierra Madre Jim and his band, had not been hastily formed; they had been preparing for the expedition for days in advance. They were armed to the t eeth, and had provisions in plenty, and were well prepared to force their way into the very hear-t of the mountain wilds. Which of these would come off victors? And against them, what chance had Elmer Stanley and his two pards? CHAPTER IX. '!'HE DRIFT 'fHROUGH DEVIL1S GULCH. Diamond Dick, .T r., nerved himself for his fate. When the boat was shoved off, and when he felt the current of the creek seize upon it, he knew that his life hung by the slenderest thread. He regretted the temerity and desire for danger and adventure that had Jed him to place his head in the lion's jaws as it were, by coming alone and unaided to this town of Tulip. Diamond Dick, his father, would willingly have joined him in the task undertaken, had Bertie wired him; or his friend and pard of many an adventure, Handsome Harry, would have b een glad of the opportunity; but Bertie had taken up with the idea suddenly, and as suddenly acted upon it. And the idea? What was it? 'l'he hunting down and bringing to justice the badly wanted Edward Andrews, alias--Well, he had no end of other names. His latest offense! had been against the Government, and there was a reward of $2,000 hanging over his head. For six months the Government officials had been working hard to apprehend him. Bertie had by chance gotteu an inkling of his whereabouts, and having been idle for a time, the desire strong within him to plunge at once into something that would stir up Ills blood, and he had suc c eeded, almo s t be y ond hi ; wildest expectations. It had bee.n his intention to visit this towu of 'l'ulip, away up in the foothills of the San Juan, and there work up the clew that had by chance fallen to him; but fate had s 1 ordered things that at almost the very mo'ment of his arrival he was plunged at once into a vorte x of furious excitement, of which his present predicament had been the cul mination. No wonder that he felt some regret for his venture. But, then bow was he to kno w the thing was going to "go off, so As the water of the creek cau ght the boat in its embrace, Bertie felt it rock and turn first this way and then that, and then came a steady, gliding mo tion that was rather pleasant. Over1Jead, the sta1s winked and blinked with pe a ceful unconcern and bnt for the uncertainty of the termination of the vo y age, Diamond Dick, Jr., might have wished a continuance of the peaceful m o tion for an indefinite period. But it was soon rudely broken. Of a sudden the boat struck a rock, wa s whirled around and nearly capsized and its helpless passenger was bange d about mercilessly. "Well, the performance has commenced, it seems," said Diamond Dick, Jr., to h i mself. "Now, I wonder just how many minutes of life I have got left. I wonder whether I made a mistake in not electing to have my throat cut instead of taking this dariug The creek was a swift one, and its water was high jnst at this particular time. For a little after that first shock, the boat glided on with only a rocking and bobbing motion, as soon as the effect of the sl10ck had pa'>Sed away. Bertie was afraid that a hole had been stove in the bottom, but as no water touched him, after a consid erable lapse of time, he concluded that such had not been the case. 'l'hat, he believed, was reserved for some other oc casion.

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r DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 19 He recalled, with a feeling of horror, what Cactus a nd his pair of kindred spirits had told him about the disappearance of the creek under the mountain. If die he must, he w i shed that the end mi ght come before he reached that p oint. rrhud! swish Another blow upon a rock, a hissing of the water as the b < at swung aroun<'l a nd almost keeled over, llnd the gliding motion had "Hello!" e x claimed Bertie, instantly. "While the re is life there is hope, it is said. I have got s ome life in me yet, and here is where I pin my hope for the time. being." rrhe boat seemed to be securel y lodged. Bertie refl e cted what he had better do. And before he could do much of anyt.hing it would be necessary for him to free his hands, if pos s ible. He moved to rise to a sitting position, but the slightest motion he made caused the bottom of the boat to grate and scrape on the rock that held it, and he was afraid it would slip off again. "That won't do," he decided. "I have got to keep mighty still here, or m y bark will be off on the bounding billows again, sure p op." He was in a dilemma. If he moved he w as in danger of sending the boat 0 1 1 its journey, and if he remained inactive he likely to remain a prisoner. After due deliberation, he decided to await the coming of before doing anything. It would be a most uncomfortable night, bound and with his arms behind his back, but there was no help for it. So he settled down carefully and closed his eyes, making hims elf a s comfortable as circumstances would allow. How ILng he remained that way he ne ver knew. It was l ong enough, at all events, f o r him to fall a sleep, for he awoke with a start. His arms were tingliug sharply, for the circula tion was impeded, and as he awoke he felt the boat give a loug, rasping s ound, and in another m oment it was on its way again. Bertie was wide awake in an instant now. "Must have done it in my sleep," he sa i d to himself. "I have given a jerk or a turn, enough to start the thing, and here I am again. Well, no help for it, I a m in the h ands of fate, and no use kicking." It was the same easy, gliding, swaying motion as before, and no need to dwell upon it. Occasionally it was broken by a thump or jar, bnt it wa s on and ever ou, and finally the wall s of the gulch began to appear higher against the stars The gulch was growing deeper and darker with every passing minute. At times it w o uld be narro w a n d the boat would be carried through s o me place where the water hissed and gurgled spitefu}Jy. Finally a great, black s hadow lo::Jmed up that ca 5 t a pall of blackness over the boat and its occupant. Half the stars overhe a d were suddenly blotted out, aud the remaining half wer e rapidly disappearing. A sullen, deep-mouthed roar was heard. Diamond Dick, Jr., kne w what was comingnow. He braced himself for it as well as he could, and waited; he had no ch o ice. With his legs under the middle s eat o f the boat, and with his tied hands clutching the stern seat as he lay there on his back, he was reasonably secure. That 1s to he waS secure so long as the boat rem a ined right side up. Another moment, and all the stars were gone. A great, gaunt blackness seemed falling down upon the gorge, to blot it out forever That deep roar was growing deeper, the boat s eem ed to be gliding more swiftly as it rushed to its do o m, and then of a sudden came-the end. A great, hollow, horrible something. seemed to sw a llow the boat and its occupant at a that ro a r bec ame a sonorous rumble, such as is heard when two big shells are held over the ears, but a thousand times magnified. All around was Stygian darkness. Rertie knew full well wh a t had happened, and it is no discredit to him to say tha t a cold perspiration had broken out up o n his face. He h a d been carried under the mountains, and what f a te now a w d ited him he did not dare imagine. He simply lay there, waiting, waiting, and as he waited he made his peace with God. But the end came not. It seemed an hour; it seemed a night-ay, it s e emed a n age that he w a s borne on and on, and e ver on. At l ast the he a vy pall of gloom seemed to lift a little. Bertie thought at first that it was a trick his eyes were playi11g him, but no, it was true. The darkness was les s intense, light was permeati11g it from the shadows could now be s een rather than felt, and finally came a glorious burst of Heaven's sunlight. Never in his life before had Diamond Dick, Jr., so fully appreciaCed the beauties of old Sol. was again in a narrow gulch. High above towered great walls of rock, with here and there grim shaits and steeples of ba s alt, time worn and stately. Into th is gulch the m orning sun was just peering down, giving a touch of splendor to its corrugated walls. But tl1e creek, the boat, the constant dangersthes e were too real to admit of doubt. 'l'he creek was here more swift and turbulent than at any other point along the route, and the dangers were, of cou-r>:e, just so much increased. Now and again a grim splinter of rock would claim Bertie's attention as the boat shot past it in dangerous proximity showing him the speed at which he was being carried on into the wilderness.

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20 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. Now and then there would be a shock and a grating sound, then a thump and bump, then, perchance, a thud that would c ause the boat to veer and careen almost t o the point of overtnrning, and the helples s passenger could not but wonder that he had so long escaped disas ter. But the end came at la st. There was a great shock, the boat seemed to be lifted clear of the water for a moment, !hen it fell and turned, whirled around for a moment, struck again, capsized, tl1ere was a grat ing, rasping sound, and then the gulch seemed of a sudden to stand still while the waters rushed on their way with mad haste. CHAPTER X. THE WORK OF FIENDS. "Steady, now! Put up yer hands !1 The command was one not to be idly disregarded. Elmer Stanley and llis two pards were fairly caught in a trap, and were forced to submit. It w:1s high noon o f the day following thair de parture from the town of Tulip, and they had been pushing straight on into the mountain fastness with scarcely a stop. All three were keen-eyed men, well used to the wilds, and they had been able tu follow the tmil without a balk, thus far. The iron-shod hoofs had left their marks even on the hardest rock. 'l'he commaud quoted was by Dave Gib bons, and he stood covering the trio with a Win chester at his shonlder. Nor w a s l1e alone; behind him were his men, every one with rifle unslung and r eady for action, and the little company of three had no choic e in the matter. "Now, see wha r ye are?" cried Gibbo ns. "Men of your sense should have known better." "We cannot discount fate," said Stanley, sadly. "Neither kin ye discount m e,'' declared Gibbons, with his rough dialect prominent. D o ye know wh< lt is gain' to become of ye 11ow?" "I suppose we will be foully murdered," said Stanley. Gibbous l aughed. ''Now, ye wouldn't take us fer men of that stamp, would ye?" he asked, with a l e er. "Vve d on't in tend to do nothin' of the kind, ye resist and force us to et. '' "We are in no situation to resist," said Stanley. ''It don't look as if we wur, anyhow," added Mort Briscow. "Then ye mean to give us a show?" queried Zach 'l'em pl e. ''Yes, I am gain' to give you two a cl!ance fer yer lives," Gibbons. "And what about onr pard?" demanded Mort. "He has got to die!" This was said with fierce emphasis. "Then ye U1ight jist as well kill tts, too," said Zach. "We stick to our pard, through thick. and thin.'' "You had better thiP.k twice about that," said Gibbons. "Et ain't necessary; them's my sentiments, too," spoke up Mort. ''All we ask is that ye make short work of it," added Zacll. "We would do you bet, but the fact of the business is we want to use ye," said Gibbons. "We have got to fight Apaches before we kin colne to that 'ar cavern, and every man w ll count one." "Aud you will spnre my pards and give them a chance, if they will agree to help you fight through?" a sked Stanley. He knew there was no use asking his own life at the hands of such a man. "Yes, I will po that." "Then, b o ys, accept the chance," said Elmer, turning to his friends. "You can not help me by refusing." "But we kin die with ye," protested Bristo w. "And, by hea,ens we will!" So cried Temple, and w lth the words he jerked a gun from his belt in the face of the danger that threatened. It was a fatal move for him. Quick as a flash, b efore he could lift his ar111, Dave Gibbons d10t him through the head, and his body dropped and fell over the ledge. "Anybody e b e waut to try that game on?" G i b bons demanded, meaningl y. For God's don't throw your life away, too, Mort," cried Stanley, horrified. It can do me no goo d, and y ou have a ghost of a chance if you accept the off e r l1e makes." was pale to the lips. 'l'll e horro r of seeiug his pard shot down by his side w a s t oo much for him. merciless eyes of Dave Gibbons were on him, :111d his rifle was still covering him and S tanley, having never been remo ved from hi s shoulder. "1 reckon thar i,; no chojce about it," said Bris cow. "Yon :1re right, thar ain't," assured Gibbons. "You ride ahead hyer and jine my men, and smren der yer weapons to 'em." "There is one favor I would a.;k," spoke up Stan ley. "\\hat is et ?" "I I am to be shot,
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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 21 "Wull, I won't deny ye that priyilege, if it will be any satisfaction to ye, but be quick about et." "You \Viii allow me to dismount?" "Ye::;, durn it, dismount if ye want to, et can't make any difference, and we waht yer b oss anyhow." It was a striking scene, a terrible situation. 'l'he three men had been anfuushed oil a broad ledge high up en the side of a deep gorge. Still higher rose the walls of rock, barren and desolate, while down below rushed a mout1tain stream that p o ured its waters into a great, broad pool o.f inky black ness. Jnto this pool the body of poor 'l'emple had fallen. Stauley disnxitmted on the right-band side of his horse, nearest ti1e edge of the yawning chasm. He took a step or two forward iu the direction of Bristow, and 11o oue c duld guess the putpose he had in mind before it was reveHled by his action. Of a sudden he gave a spring, al1d dived headlong from the cliff to the frightf11l depths. Crack! Bang! The rifles spoke qttitkly, but not quickly enough, for the action had been so sudden that there was no timE! for aim. A voJlcy followed instantly after the two shots, and bullets went pingillg into the dark pool below, but they were impotent, since now the 11ian could no longer be s e e n. "Well, I be darn!" So ejaculated bave Gibbons. "Vz'ndicttt !"cried his Mexican ally. "Who would have thought it?" "Y\'ell, it makes no great difference to me, if he preferred that manner of death," said Gibbous. "He, haw, haw!" laughe d cutthroat Cactus, who was one of the baud. "He has gone to jine .Diamond Dick, Jr.!" At that they all laughed, yet man uever spoke truer words. Cactus had reported to Gibbons conceming the fate he had consigned Bertie to, and had received the mayor's approval. There was only one regret he expressed when told about it, and that was that a good boat had been sacrificed for so useless a purpose. "Yes, he will jine him in the hot place," Gibbons agreed. And then he added: "Well, no use tarry in' hyer; disarm that feller till he is needed to fight Apaches, and then I reckon he will fight fer his life and we kin trust ldm with his guns." This was accordingly d o ne, Briscow was silent, and submitted sorrowfully. It would ha ve been more than folly for him to resist; it would have been to throw his life away. He submitted without a protest, but in his heart was the resolve that Dave Gibbons should die by his hand before he was many homs older. The extra horses having been secured1 patty went on their way. "That was a good piece of business on your part, Cactus," the ringleader complimented, as they rode along, ''discovering that Stanley and his pards wur on our trail.'' Cactus g riuued. "They doti't fo0l Cactus a whole lot, now l'n1 tellin' ye," he stoutly averred. "When they do they have got to git up early, you bet." "And you still think that Sierra Madre Jim is ahead of us?'' "I am jist as sure of it as if I had seen bitn with my own eyes," was the reply. '"rhen he must have got around the Apaches by some traii that we don't know anything about." "That's what he's done, cap'n, havin' that gal with him, aud mebby the map her brother made, besides. And that ain't all, nut!Jer." "Not all?'' ''No.'' "What more?" "My private opine is that l1e is in cahoots with them 'ar same Apache devils, atid that when we fight them we will be fightin' Sierra lVIadte Jim as well, mebby as their leader." ''Thunder! I never thought of that." "Don't ye see how plain et is?" uYes, it is as plain as the nose on yer face, when ye see i t1 the captain agreed. "I tell yotl tllar is go in' to be music in the air be fore we git done with this business," Cactus further declared. "Carramba, yes!" agreed the Mexican ally. "But, with a ton of gold for our reward. Vindz'cta I we must be clemons, not men, with such a prize for the win ning." He had no intention of speaking facetiously, but to a .ttain that degree meant but a sHght remove from what they actually were at their best. They pressed forward, until presently their further advance was challenged, when the struggle began in good and deadly earnest; and the tug of war was at hand. CHAPTER XI. SIERRA MADRE JIM'S DOUBLE HAND. Sierra Madre Jim and his men, with their captive, continued pushiflg straight on into the mountains, as we left them. It was a long, weary ride for Lenora, but she bore up bravely with the hope that sooner or hlter would come the chance for !Jet to e s cape. If not, if there was no escape, then she would have it in her power to take life, and that she would do rather than live to shame and suffering. At daylight a brief halt was C < dled. A hasty breakfast was made, it. was as hastily

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22 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. eaten, and they were soon in the saddles and o n their way once more. Few men had a better knowledge of the Sierra Madre than Sierra Madre Jim. Yet even be had never penetrated to the region that was reputed to guard the cavern and the ton of gold. That region was held by a band of reuega d e Apaches, as we have elsewhere s tated, Indians who had never made peace with the Government, and could not be induced to do so. But Sierra Madre Jim had an advantage o ver David Gibbons and his ally, in tha t he the chief of this band of Apaches. He bad made his acquaintance two or three ye a rs before the time of our sto ry. Able to talk in the Apache tongue, he had made friends with him. He meant to seek him out now. Having a general idea where he would find the band encamped, he bore in tha t direction. Finally he was rewarded. He came upon the Indians in a spot in the howling wilds that w a s partl y wooded and partly fertile. At sight of the whites, the Indians made ready to attack them, but Sierra Madre Jim riding forw a rd alone, making a sign of peace, was recognized and speedily made welcome. His men remained apart until Jim had a chance to acquaint the chief with the purpose of the visit. The chief soon came forward and shook "Wha t good wind brings my white brother here?" he asked in his native language. "I l1ave come to warn my brother of d anger," said Jim, telling his lie with an air of solemn earnest. "You have been my friend; I am your friend." "Good," grunted the Apache. "And what is the danger?" u 'i ou and your tribe guard the way to the hidden place where much g o ld is," said Jim. "The way is guarded," the Indian gave assent. "Well, a band of bad white men are coming to forc e their way into that place, and I am here to lend you aid in keeping them out, if you will accept the offer.'' "Another?" asked the Indian. "No t long ago we killed two white men and sent another back to his people as a warning not to come here m o re. We must this time te a ch them a les son they will remem ber "That is w!Jat I have warned yon for," said Jim. "But, my white brother is not all unselfishnf.!ss," the wily Apache said further. "You want a r eward." "I want a favor, but I have not a s ked it first. I l1ave warned you; you have it in your power to grant my request or refuse it.'' "And if I refuse it?" "I will accept t h e refusal and go awa y ; I will prove that I am a friend whose friendship is above rewards." The Indian gave a series of grunts while he reflected upon this. "Let me hear my brother's request," he presently asked. "You know where a ewe is, and in it much gold." The Indian gave a nod in an s wer. "You will notice that I h ave with me a young woman.'' The Indian looked, and nodd e d again. "Her mind is tnrned," said Jim, touching hi s f o rehe ad. "It wa s h e r brother you sent back to hi s p e ople, of the three m e n w ho tried to penetrate to the pl a ce of treasur e ' This caused the Ind ian to give a look a nd grunt of surprise. "She loved me, bu t now is turned against me, her mind being cloud ed," the rascal continued to lie. ''The life of her bro th e r i s in for he is a pri so ner, and hi s people threaten to hang bim, thinking he found the treasure and murdered his two companion s.'' The Indi::p1 gave attention, watching tbe speaker closel y but Jim wa s equal to the scrutiny. He did not flinch. "Now to clear her brother,'' he went on "she must see this place of treasure with her own eyes, and must take back proof that h e r brother did not murder his companion s And you, chief, are fhe only man who can give h e r this proof." "And what would you?" "I would have this girl's mind restored, her brother's life saved, and my own happiness assured." Rath er a clever li e as a whole. So shall it be," s : 1 id the chief. "I will aid you if vo u w ill als o aid me." -"h1 what m anner! "Against those men who would invade my domain and wrest from me this gold of which you have heard.'' I am n10re than willing to do that, chief. I have something more at stake in that direction, as you shall hear. "Let me know everything." "1 have a rival for the ha11d of this flower of the foothills. He iJ; the leader of the band I have told you aboiit. I s eek to remov e him from my path." "Ha! I thought I should find the selfish motive a t last," saic1 the chief Sierra Madre Jim s aw that he had gone a step too far. Yet he did not show it. "May not a man have mc,re tlJan one horse?" be dem a nded. "May he not have more than one blanket? M o re th a n one gun? And yet may he not be a true and lo yal friend?" ''Then you d o not want the heap of go ld?" "Are m y shoulders s o strong that I could carry a ton? A re y oll so \\eak that I could wrest it from you1 or s o blind that you could not see me c arrying

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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 23 it? I seek nothing bnt what I have told you. Aid m e or refuse me, we are stillfriends the same." 'l'he Indian held out his hand. Your tohgue is not crooked," 'he remarked. "I will grant all you have asked of me. Now, where are thes e m en?" '"rhey entered the hills by the DeviPs Gulch." "And you came in by the high ledge trail?" ''Yes." "And where are they now?" "They are still following the gulch, the one where the swift water runs." 'It is the same one. Are they far ahead?" "Not far." "The n We can cut them off, our in the grea t g orge, and lie in ambush f o r them to approach. Ther e you can slay your rival, and I c a n d es tro y thos e who would defy me." "\'our hand on it, chief." "Here is my hand." They shook hands, and the first part of Sierra Madre's scheme h a d been perfected. It remained now to se e n whether he would be able to carry out the seC( llld pai!t, when the time came, and get away with tlJe ton of gold. The compact made, Sierra Madre Jim signaled to his men to come forward, and all were soon as friend l y as if they w e re of oue race and one language. An Indian buck came running to his chief, out of breath aud excited. He was one who had be e n sent out from the ambush t o spy upon the invade rs, and he announce d their approach. 'It is well," s a id the ci1ief, with gravity. "Onr w arrior s h a ve grown tired of waiting to drink their blood. How n ear are they?" "'rhey are only around the d ouble bend now, chief," w a s the reply. ''Good! We are r e ad y." "And w e will give them m o re tha n they have bargained for,'' Sierra Madre .Tim. "We will wipe them off the face of the earth." rrhe chief gave some has t y to his men, a nd they posted themselves at every pos sible point of advantage along the fa c e of the diffs above the trail. But about tha t time C.actus returned to his party from a little scouting excursi on. "Thunder i s ter p ay," he broke out. "In what way?" asked Dave Gibbons "Ther way is blocked." ''Blocked?'' "Yes b y about fifty 'Paches, more or less." 'Blazes! Then y e might as well throw up the sponge, I reckon, if there' s as many as that." ''Not b y a big sight, cap'n." "Then yon have got a plan?" "You bet. "What is it?" "\\'e'll sto p rii:ht h yer and l e t 'em 'tac k us. We couldu 't get a better place, and ten to one we'll drive e m off. ' "Then they are in ambush?" "Yes, at1d would a' 'et us all up ef we had got into their trap. But you take my 'vice and stop hyer, and we'll wiu ther fight." So it was arranged, and they awaited the attack. In similar manner, Siena Madre Jim and his allies awaited their coming in,o the ambush. One of tile m ost interested ones of them all was Lenora Naylor, who had a full understanding of all that was going on. Having been cared for from in fancy by a half-caste squaw, she knew more or less of the Indian tongue. As time passed, and the little band of whites did not appear, the chief sent out other scouts 'to see what w;1s the matter. When these returned they reported the situation. "That means that we have got to attack, chief," said Sierra Madre Jim. "Well, we are strong enough, if they are so few," said the chief. "We will begin it at once, and their seal p will soon be at our belts." To all of this Lenora listened, praying that chance would be given her to make her escape while the fight was going on. She cared little whither she weut, so long as she got out of the power of Sierra Madre Jim. Her h eart sank, however, when she found that she \Va s to be bonnd and left under guard while the fight wa s in progres s, and it sank more when this w a s carried out. 0ue. of Sierra Madre Jim's men and an Indian were left to that duty, and these, knowing that the prisouer w a s bound, gave more attention to the fight than to her, fe e lin g that she was secure enough and needed little watchit1g. The fight la sted two hours, at the end of which time the India ns refused to fight longer, and their chief had to draw the m off. About a round dozen of their band had been picked off, while they had not been able to kill a single m a n of the invaders, and they h a d had enuugh of it. And when the chief and Sierra l\Iadre Jim returned to the point where .lim's prisoner had b e en left, the girl was n o t there. CHAP11ER XII. 'l'HE DARING DRIFT REStlMED. Diamond Dick, Jr., finding that he was still alive, after the rough tumbling he had received, looked around him. He found himself lying upon a sloping rock, around which the wate r went surging with mad fury. A t hi s f eet lay the boat, b ottom-side up, and apparently uninjured. It was hal f out of the water and half in, and the dividing of the current around the rock kept it e ve nl y b a l ance d in its position.

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24 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS" BEST WEEKLY. He saw where the boat had tumbled over a natural dam some six feet high, which had been the cause of the turning over _and of the spilling he had got at the same Strange to say, he had fallen upon the rock high and dry out of the water. Just below him was a great black pool, where the waters went surging aroun(l.. and around iu endless motion, as if some giant hand were stirring the pool with au invisible paddle. High on every hand rose the rock walls of the gulch, and it looked to Diamond Dick, Jr., as if i1e had been at last deposited in a 1 place w l1ere l1e must slowly die of starvation, for there did not seem to be a possible avenue of escape. But there was the boat, there was the rushing stream. If he had come thus far bound and helpless, surely he would dare to venture to <:ontinue the daring drift further, once he could get free of the cords that bound him and have the use of his legs arms. But there was the sticking point. How was be to get rid of the bonds? It looked an impossible task, at first. Bertie was not the chap to say die, however. He had gotten out of many a fix before, and h e would get out of this one-somehow. When he had thought for a time, he worked his way to the edge of the rock on which he lay, and throwing his legs over a corner of it, began to move them tlp and down, bringing the cords into friction over a sharp angle. In a little while he was rewarded. The cords gave way and his feet were freed. It was little trouble, then, to get upou his feet and find a place where a similar plan could be operated for the freeing of his hands. At last he was free. "Now, this is something like it," he said to him self. 111 am glad I declined the generous offer of Mr. Cactus to cut my throat. But I am in a pretty bad fix, none the less. Ha! what is that?" He thought he heard a rifle shot. Starting and looking around, something caught his eye. It was the body of Zacb 'remple falling down the face 9f the high wall straight for the dark, surging pool. The body struck the water, disappeared, presently reappeared again, and was carried around the dark basin in the rapid current, turning this way and that. c c Who can that be, I wonder?" said Bertie, filled with horror for the moment. 1 A murder has been done, that is plain." As the body came around to where he stood, he leaned forward to get a good look at the face, if it happened for a moment to turn toward him. Nearer and nearer the body came, but it looked as if be woui.d uot be chance to see the face, but of a sudden, just as the current was bearing it past it turuecl. "My God!" cried Bertie, at the sight. "It is one of Stanley's pards, as I live!'' Eagerly he turned l1is gaze up toward the point whence it had come. He could see nothing save the bare wall of rock. From his position, not even the location of plateau trail was discernible. All the rocks wert:! seamed with the fingermarks of time, and if he saw where the plateau was it was not distinguishable from one of these. T-:Ie he.ml no voices; he could see no one. But of a sucldeu, a human form came into sight, as if the man ] ; ad been thrown out from some invisi ble crevice in the rock. Down, down, he came, arms and legs wildly spread at first, but presently drawing in until the body was as straight as an arrow, and came with similar swift ness. Then the reports of the rifles, then the volley, and Bertie heard the bullets ping into the water. This man, whoever he was, was alive. Down and down, steady and straight, and then the frightful plunge into the deep, dark pool! Bertie was keenly alive with interest now, needless to sav. He leaned over the dark water and almost breat.hlessly awaited the reappearance of the daring man. The moments seemed ho urs. Would the mari never appear? Had he been killed on some hidden rock? Perhaps the horrible vortex !Jad sucked him down into its embrace, so that there could be no breaking. Ah! l 1 p shot the head and half tht body out of t11e water, and then a battle for life. 11be man was near the rock wall, and tried franti cally to find some projection to which he could cling fast, but there was none. His back was toward Bertie. He was trying to face the current rather than swim with it. As he was carried near the rock on which Bertie was standing, Bertie saw that he must pass close to it. To think was to act with him. He threw himself down on his face, hooking his feet over a projection. Thus he waited with his head, arms aud shoulders hanging JUSt over the surface of the dark water, and in a few minutes the struggling man was near at hand. Was he within reach? Would Bertie be able to save him, after all?" Another m o v _ment would prove. It came Berti e made a sudden thrust with his arms, reach iul2. to the utmost limit at the same time.

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DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 25 His right fingers came in contact with the man's sh o ulder, slipped, but had the effect to throw the man's equilibrium in that direction. Another grab, this time with the left hand, and the fingers clutched the collar of his coat, and once a hold was bad Bertie held on like grim death and drew the man to the rock. "Diamond Dick, Jr.!" "Stanley I" That their surprise was genuine needs no attesting. After a few moments of resting, Stanley, with Bertie's aid, drew himself out upon the rock. And then there was an exchange of experiences, which needless to say, was listened to with keenest interest by each. It looked, as Stanley remarked, as if Providence was enlisted on their side in the unequal contest, and he believed that they would yet win if they perse vered. Their experiences having been related, they applied their minds to the p10blem before them. "'l'he first thing," said Bertie, "is to g e t out of here, and there is only one way." 'The boat." "Exactly. We shali have to continue this daring drift until we can find a place to land." "Ha! by the way, did you get that map all right?" "Glad you mentioned it; it had slipped my mind. Yes, I got it, and here it is. "It may be the mea us of leading us out of here, if it is a map of the region we are in. And it may lead us to the treasure." "Yon are right. Here, si t down and we will study it together." And they did. The sun was looking straight down into the gul ch, and lighted up the rock on which t h e y were stranded. Bertie spread out the map on the rock, and they lay down and began to study it with an interest such as their situation and ho p es called forth. "We are on the right tra il s aid Bertie, presentl y "See, here i s a creek flowing throu g h a deep gulch w h ich must be the verv on e w e a r e ln. And here i s a dark that ma y i;1dic a te this ver y pool. "Yes y es, I b e li e ve you are right, sa id Stanl ey, excitedly. ''I am sure of it. See, it is a place all cut up with c a n y ons and here is indicated a great circle or basin A nd the s e arrow heads, they must point the wa y to the cave. We are above that great basin, Stanley; w e mus t drift down t o it." 'It will be at the risk of our lives Diamond Dick, Jr." "It is s ure d e ath to remain here." "Well, I am with yot i." "Then Jet us rig l1t the boat and be on our wa y." This they did, and examination proved th a t the boat had sustained no disabling inJury It wa s righted, pulled over the slopiug ro c k and launched in the whirlpool, and the two daring spirits got in and pushed off, without oar or paddle with which to guide their craft. They were swif'tly carried around the basin, and at the opposite side the discovery was made that the continuation of the creek was over a natural dam where was a fall of some feet, a difficulty they would have to overcome before they could proceed. Needless to dwell upon the point; they got the boat over the dam and down the falls, and launching it again tn the water below, they were speeding on their way into an unknown region, and perhaps to an unknown fate. For an hour or longer they were borne on and on, using every effort for the preservation of their boat from accident, till at last, of a sudden, a startling command broke upon their ears: "Up with yer bands, you sons of varmints 1, At the instant their boat was in a most dangerous rapids, with dangerous rocks on every band. It was requiring their best effort to keep her from striking, and now this startling order rendered their position ten times more perilous. They glanced up, and there, partly behind a ledge of rock on their right, stood Dave Gibbons, with a rifle in one hand and a revolver in the other, and a look of ashen surprise on his countenance. Before they could return their gaze to their work and even before the m a n on the rocks could shoot at them, they ran upon one of the mentioned rocks, and as the boat struck the rock it capsized, throwing the two men into the torrent. It had all happened in a fraction of a minute, and Dave Gibbons, looking down from his place of vantage, saw nothing more of the two men, and the boat, presently dislodging, swung around with the current and was carried on its way empty. CHAPTER XIII. DISCOVERY AND DISAS'l'ER. "That was a close call, Stanley." "That' s what it w as, Diamond Dick, Jr. I don t care for another as close." And onl y for our pla ying the underwater dodge that fiend would have picked us off. We are a pair o f 1 ucky dogs." It was some tinie later, and they were standing on a shelte red shelf along the edge of the creek, trying to rep air the damages to their boat in order to resume tl'leir daring chift down the dismal canyon. They had rescued the boat, after much difficulty. While they were working and talking a sligh't so11nd caught Bertie's quick ears, and he wheeled instantly with a gun in hand. There was instantly a glad, joyous cry. It was Lenora. ''Lenora!'' "Elmer! Elmer!"

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26 Dlf\MOND DICK, JR.-TliE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. They were in s t antly in e a ch other's embrace. Questions and answers were thick and fast, and the girl told of her escape from Sierra Madre .Tim while the fight was going on, and of her snbsequent wanderings. It was a joyous meeting. But it did not stop the work in hand, which was pushed forward with all haste. At last repairs had been maqe a s well as possible, and it was decided that they should prps on their way as long as it was light enough for them to see. They entered the boat, and the flow of the creek being here less rapid and turbulent, the water being nearer a level, they proceeded without further mis haps. Just when it was getting t o o dark for them to go farther with safet y they came out into a g reat, broad basin. "This is the place," said Bertie, immed iately. "Not a d oubt of it," agreed Stanley, "and now we need only daylight to discover the cavern and the ton of gold. '' The boat was drawn out of the water, and Lenora was made as comfortable as possible in it for the night, Bertie and Stauley throwing themselves down ou the rock uear at band. On the morrow they were earl y a stir, and by that time the pangs of hunger were becoming well-nigh insufferable. Bertie proposed going out in quest of some 'thing to eat, as the first business of the clay, 'no matter what it might be, and the others to await his return. He started, crossing the ba s in in the boat, and took the first trail, rather an opening, for of trails there were none. He pre sently found himself a mile or more from his point of starting. He was on a ledge at some height about the basin, when of a sudden he heard the report of a rifle, aud a bullet whizzed pa s t his face. Almost before he could take action, auother report was heard and another bullet sped even nearer than the first, and lie started and rau along the ledge to get out of range. The ledge was narrow, and he had to hug clo s e to \the wall to keep his footing while he sought s helter from the unseen attack. Shouts told him that he was pursued, and presently a friendly niche in the wall presenting a place for him to stop and defend himself, he entered it. He had no sooner the entrance than he found he was in a cavern of considerable size, but there was no time then for him to look around. One of his pursuers was close at hand. Looking out, he saw Cactus coming toward the entrance, and with a cool aim he sent him rolling down into the narrow gorge that yawned below to receive him. This called a halt, and Diamond Dick, Jr., seized the opportnnity to snrvey the place, never dreaming for the moment he had stumbled upon the cavern that con tained tl:e ton of gol d The crevice by which he had entered was high, and admitted ample light for his purpt-se, and as Bertie looked calmly around his eyes took in the pictnre that had in all probability last been seen by Henry Naylor and his companions. There was the ton of gold, in a beautiful,,ydlow pyramid that woul d have sent the average pro spector almost insane with joy. For the moment Bertie forgot his hunger, forgot th e outlaws, and feasted his eyes upon tile store o f wealth. It contained nuggets from the si z e of a bullet to the size o f his fist, and for a full quarter of an hour Bertie reveled in the delights of imagina tion. In the f o re p a rt' of the cavern were the bones of men, together with broken implements and weapot1 s These men had no doubt died guarding the treasure their hands h a d heaped up. It must have taken them months, perhaps years, to accumulate such a store. Voices without recalled Diamond Dick, .lr., to the perils of the mom ent, and one fine nugget that must have weighed full sixty ounces, he put it in his jacket pocket and sprang to the entrance. It was the only specimen of the vast trea s ure that any human wottlrl ever carry away from that cavern, as swift-coming events proved. Dave Gibbons and his crew were on the right of the cavern, holding an earnest consultation, and Ber tie passed out by them, and started on a run down the ledge to break the news to his companions. He had not gone a great way when he was fire d upon, but holding up the big nugget he had secured he gave a yell of defiance and rau recklessly on, and he was not pursued. The sight o f tha t hacl dazzled the minds if not the e y es of the o utlaws. Thosewho had fired upon him were Sierra Mad r e Jim and his allie s a nd noting the direction fronl which he had come, and eager to find the cave, the y rushed madly along the l e dge only to come face to face with Dave Gibbons, Juan Domingo and the re s t of their crew, at the entrance to the cavern, where a hot fight was at once begun. Nor did they fight alone, for down in tile g o rge, bel1ind almost every bowlder, were the Indians who fired upo n them with their rifles, Sierra Madre Jim's J?erficly having bec ome apparent to the chief of the band, ancl he was bent upon wiping out every man of both parties. Diamond Dick, Jr., reached the bo a t in safety, and with his hat for a pad dle he quickly crossed the basin and landed at the place where Stanley and tl)e girl were awaiting him. ''Did you get grnb ?" Stanley asked. "What wa s all the firing .about?" "What was all the firing about?" "We feared y o u h a d been killed," the girl. "No, I haven t got grub yet," answered Bertie, "but I got this!" He held ttp the nugget, and exclamations of prise burst from t h e lips of his conpanions "You have fouud the cavern?" cried Stanley.

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DIAMOND DICK. JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 27 11Yes, aud we have onl y got to lie low until the outlaws a nd the Apaches fight it out, a nd then we can play our little trump and scoop the pile." "But m eantime we shall starve," reminded Len o ra. "We must t a ke our chances of that," said Bertie "Here w e are, an d we have got to fight it out. But both parties had ample p r ovisions, and we have got to outwit the Indians and sec u re some of it. And we can do i t, with s uch a prize a s a ton of g o ld at stake." "What is that?" A low, heavy, rumbling sound came to their ears. The earth seemed to tremble, and they looked at one another w i th a feeling of awe. "If it isn,t an earthquake it is first cousin to one," declared Bertie. The sound continued, growing louder and heavier each moment, until at l ast there came a heavy jolt and jar, and it was over. No more firing was heard, after that terrible sound had died away, and presentl y hunger being the pressing exigency of the moment, Bertie proposed that they shonld cro s s the basin and investigate. This they did, and Diamond Dick, Jr., conducted them cautiously up the narrow gorge in which the cavern and ton of g old had been discovered. But he soon discovered that there was now no gorge there. A land slide had filled it almost level across. It was a shock and a surprise but there was the terrible fact. A space perhaps two hundred feet wide, reaching afar up the sloj)ing mountain side, had been scooped out clean and denuded of everything mova ble, and the whole h n d been precipitated to the gorge belo w burying alike outlaws and Indians undt!! its terrible mass, and forever closing up the cave. Thousands upon thou s ands of tons of debris now blocked the way to the treasnre. While the trio stood awestruck, they heard a moan. Looking in the directi o n whence it came, they saw the head and shoulders of a man protruding from the ma E s of debris at one side. "It is Dave Gibbons!" cried Lenora. 11And I will soon cut his life short,'' cried Stanley ; but Bertie checked him. "Hold 1" he cried. "Tha t man is worth two thou sand dollars and I will give him a fate worse than your bullet. Leave him to nie." "You s ay he is worth two thousands dollars to you?" cried Stanley, his Winchester. "How can that be?" queried Lenora. "Because he is none other than Edward Andrews, the very man I came here in search of. Leave him to me, and if I am right I will see to it that he gets his just de s e rts, and thatHenry Naylor is avenged." "But," said Lenora "I had vowed that a knife i n m y hand sh uld find his heart. Think of what my brother suffered at his hands, sir." "And it is for a g reater punishment than a swift aud s udden death that his life has been s pared here," said Bertie, impressively "Leave him to me, and while you are happy you can think of l1im as wearing out his life at hard labor in prison." "Perhaps you are right," she said, finally. "And here, before we go farther," said Bertie, "I want you to accept this nugget. It is no doubt worth from thirteen to fifteen hundred dollars, and it will go tow a rd providing yot.t with a comfortable home. It is yours rather than mine, and I will accept no refusal. My own reward will be ample when I land that rascal where he belongs." It was accepted, and Bertie and Stanley then set about rescuing the helpless man from his living tomb. He was securely bound, as soon as his arms had been freed, and it was found that he had escaped without any broken bones. He was forced to tell where his horses and provisions had been left, and these were presently found. Further search likewise discovered the horses and supplies that had been brought there by Sierra Madre Jim and his men, and with all these the homeward journey was begun. Nothing more was seen of either Indians or outlaws, and it was safe to conclude that all had perished miserably under the great landslide that had taken place. Bertie and his two friends reached the town of Tulip in saf e ty, and when their story wa s told it made a sensation. The body of Henry Naylor had by that time been buried, an.d most of the men who had taken part in his hanging were sorry enough for the part they had played. There was a general exodus of undesirable characters, and Diamond Dick, Jr., was given an ovation by those citizens whose desire was to lead honest and law .-abiding lives in the future. Finally, Bertie took leave of them, taking his prisoner with him, whom he finally landed in prison, and for whose apprehension be received not only the promised reward, but great praise besides. His father heard of the matter, and wired him hearty congratu lations. THE END. Next week's issue (No . 1or) will contain "Dia mond Dick, Jr.'s Diamund Clew; or, The Duke of Pokeropolis." This is another single-handed adventure of the young sport, and it was a rouser. The Duke of Pokeropolis was certainly an interesting nobleman. Diamond Dick, Jr., was present at a "necktie party" in Pokeropolis. Perhaps you don't know wh a t a necktie party is. Sometimes they be come very exciting, according t o Bertie. You'll find a full account of one in next week's i:;sue.

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44 Gland success Big thling! ' Me litu stolee-get pliz:ee. 44 Go fishee.'t Thatts Bung Loo's programme for this summer. He's on a. vacation just now, you know. His story in Pidgin English will be a corker when he gets it finished. AU you boys are following his example, of course-only not in Pidgin English. 3J will tell you all aqout the contest. Buried by a Cougar. (By Anders 'rhorell, Mass.) It was warm and dry, and along in the middle of the afternoon I began to pine for rest and a pipe. It was all quiet and no traces of game, and so when I bad a com-fortable smoke I stretched out for a nap. It must have been an hour later that I woke up and found myself covered with two feet of leaves snug as babes in the woods. I was all tucked in that cozy that nobody else could have done it but a cougar, and most likely a female cougar at that. It occurred to me with some force that I'd been filed awax for future reference and that I hadn't waked up any too soon. It didn't soothe me to figure on that congar stowing me away as a dog hides a bone. It seemed that the best thing for me to do was to countermine that cougar's mine as it were, so I bunted up a log about my size and covered it with the leaves a nice fat bump on the ground. Then I shinned a tree dose by, assuring myself beyond any doubts or peradventures that nobody bad meddled witll the work of my repeater. The cougar came in such a short time as to show how fortunate it was that I bad waked np when I did, and with her, as I bad calculated, were a choice lot of young ones. She had le ft a dinner located and had been off to get her family. Well, that cougar circled around the pile of leaves for a matter of minutes, crouching and picking a nice, select place to spring from. When she got sat!sfied and made the leap she went through the air tremendously, throwing the leaves in a whirlwind and scratching and snarling. It was a shock when she found the log, but she didn't display any disappointment. She just took the scent and came to the foot of my tree, and looked up, really venomous. It seemt:C to her au awkward job to handle, I having my gun and the cougar had an inspiration. She went to a tree about ten feet away and started to go up. She was after that meal, and not to be discouraged by any trifles. It was her .idea to climb up above me on the other tree, and then bring me down with a flying Jeap. I didn't lose any more time with experiments or speculations, but let her have it the first time she came around the tree. The ball went througll her jaw and breast, and the varmint went to the ground. The young ones were running around, and I knocked them over, too, with the gun. Since then I haven't gone to sleep in the woods so careless and casual like. The Jolly Club. (By Ed. Bredemau, Missouri.) It was a very hot and dry afteruoon in July, about two years ago, when the Jolly Boys' Club, of which I was president, were sitting on the steps in front of our shack (our meeting place), when the question arose, ''How shall we spend the afteruoon ?'' Ope boy suggested that we play a game of ball ; another, that we tackle a bumble-bee's nest, and so on until at last one of the boy suggested that we go swimming. This subject seemed to agree with all of the. boys, and soon all of us were well on our way to our native swimming place known as ''Second Gravel.'' On reaching our destination, we found that four or five men were already in swimming. We lost no time, however, in disrobing ourselves, and were soon swimming and diving in great style. We bad been in the water about fifteen minutes, when one of the men suggested that we have a swimming match. We soon had the match made up. It was to find out which of us could swint across the stream the most times without slopping.

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DIAMOND DICK, JR ...... THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 29 All of the boys Hied, but none of them in crossing m ore than twice. As I was president, and the last one to try, I was determined to prove myself wor'tby of the office by crossing the stream thre e tin1es. I started ot1t, and had cros s ed the stream twice when I felt my strength giving out. As I turned to cross it tht! third time I could bear the burst of applause from the ones on shol'e, but somt: thing told me I could never cross that stream again. The shouts on the shore began to die out, a11d uefore I could recover t11y strength I felt myself sinking down, down, until I struck the gravel bottom, wllt:re I g ave a spring, which sent me high enough to get my l1ead out of water. I tried to yell for help, but all in vain. My mouth was full of water, and I only made a gurgling sound. I sank again a nd again. My mind w andered. I was at the verge of losing consciou s ne s s when I felt a tight grip on my arm. Luckily, one of the m e n who heard my gltrglii:tg sound dived in after me, jus t in titn e to save..rLJe from a 'Yat ery grave. From that time on I ha, e never tried to o vertax my strength il1 any way. It taught me a lesson n ever to be forgotten. The Wreck of No. 24. (By Roland Martin, W. Va.) It was one summer night, as my friend and I were on the way frolll J e fferson C ity to St. Louis to see a race. We were about half way betwe en the two citie s ,1Vh e n we felt a terrible shock. As our train was the fas t line m y friend and I w ere knocke d from otu seats, my friend's arm wa s broken and I was knocked s e n sele s s That was the last thing we kne w. When I recovered I found out there had been a collision. I leaped to my feet and that the train was on fire. I made a grah for my friend and pulled him out of the burning wreck. I l e ft m y fr iend in care of a doctor, who happened to be on the train, and then I started on a dead run f o r the next town. When I got there I ran for the station. The y sent a wreck train to h elp the wrecked ones When we g o t there the wreck was all on fire. W e s oon put it out and cleared the track, and went back. My friend' s ann was drt! sse d and we went hom e The Boy Hero. ( By Edgar S. Poore, Va.) it was 111id-aftetnoon of a bright spring day, a11d the usual crowd of sightseers were crowding the walkways, pavilions, boathouses and the lake. .. H ere and there gay partit!s of girls and boys were laughing and, talking, little dreaming of the exciting events that were sh ortly to come to pass. Out on the lake tbe frivolous crews of the light little rowboats were rocking and dipping to atld fro. Alorig the broad, graveled walkway running t:ier pentinely around the lake, walked a lithe and handsome young man of about s eventeen years, 'Q\Thile at his heels trotted a large St. Bernard dog. Suddenly there was a shriek, then another, and then several tnore in rapid succession. The voice was that of a woman, aud se e med to proceed from the other side of a small piec e of wood e d land, u car the eud of the lake, dose to the fall s At the first sc r eam, the youth turned his head in the directio n of the sound; bnt ,-,ben it was r epeated be pushed asid e the Underg rowth atld soon dashed i11to an open spac e on the banks of the lake, where stood a stnall fratne house As the yolln g i11au broke from the undergrowth he saw a ttowd of people on the banks of the stt"eaml while in their midst stood a woman, from whom proc e e d e d the shrieks he h a d hear d She was held by two men, hut was struggling t o free herself. The instan t the w o ma n saw the young man she cried : ' Oh, sir, you will do s olllething' for me! Make the m relea s e m e My boy my p oor boy is drowiling, and they will not let me go." The lad scarcely waited for these words. His first ad was to throw off b is coat; n ext t o spring to the edge of the bank. He had so atce l y fiuished these preparations wheu he saw in the water a >vhite object which he knew was the boy's and tbe n he pltlil g ed into the wild and roaring rapids jus t a b ove the lake. At first the cur rent bo r e him onwa rd like a f e a ther in the pbwer of a hurricane. Struggling amid the rocks and angty wate rs, the noble yontb wa s bonle oinvatd, eaget tQ succeed in h i s p erilous underta k ing. Now both pursuer and pursued shot to brink of the fall s An iustant they huug there. Every braiu grew dizz y at the sight. But a b urst from the spectators, when they saw the child h e ld alof t by the right atm of the youtha sl1oi1t that was sudde nly change d to a cry of horror when they both vanishe d in t o the raging waters below! Sudde nl y h e em erged from the boiling vortex below the falls. With o11e hand he held aloft the child, and with the otller he w a s making for the shore. They i'ai1, the y shouted, until they reached his side, just as he was struggling to r e ach the bank. 1'hey dre w him o u t almost exhausted. Thus did Richard Darrell, the boy hero, save life. The Half-way House. (By Fred Kanfman, New York.) About seven o'clock one evening I had half finished one of Dick' s adventures. The sun was low and I had to strain m y eyes to read. 1t was very interesting and I tried to finish another page before lighting a lamp. I happened to be alone in the house this particular night. It was dark now. After loc-king the door and striking a light 1 settled down for comfortable reading and was s oon lost to the w orld in the uovel. Suddenly I felt as though I was sinking and I seemed to be stnothered by an obn?xi?us gas I couldn't open my eyes. I see111ed to be smku:Jg down some unearthly hole, slow but ce rtain. Gradually I began to feel the pressure of another person's band; now hoti and 1t began to burn me_ I could see a httle now. was 'Q\Talking through a dark passa g e under the ground. I tumed to see who tuy companion might be. M y heart seemed to stand still. I had seen many pictures ot i111ps and devils, but .this or whatever he may

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30 DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. be called would have taken a prize at any show. He had the forked tail, he had no horns, and I remarked the lack of horns. H i s face lighted up, literally. I could feel the intense heat radiate from his awful visage. "You see he said, "I haven t attained my first degree yet. ' ''How long does it take?" I asked, becoming inter ested. 'Generally about one thousand years. I have been serving his majesty about five hundred years, and have reached my first mummydom. Do you l look like a mummy?" I looked at his fac e ''Yes,'' I said, ''your features are all concentrated, while the back of your head is like a ball. Won't y ou let my hand go? It burns.'' He glanced at me. ''If I were to release you, you would be in ashes in a second, the heat we have is different from what you have on earth." Whether he wanted to frighten me or not, it was hard to tell. "Where are your houses or towns?" I asked. "We live in provinces There are five, each under the regime of the old est Satauite. But I have forgotten to tell you where you were going. H is hi g hness of the fifth strata or province requested your pre sence, and I am guiding you to him. Here we are now," and we stopped before what seemed to be a mass of solid rock. He made a queer noise, and a door of rock two feet thick o p ened, by no apparent hand. I11side there was blue light, s oft and soothing to the e ye. I notice d some red-forked flame shoot up. This frighte ned the imp. I shrank back, but could not pull him. Physical f o rce was out of the question. I summone d my will pos er. The imp seemed to fade. Then I exerted all my force. He disappeared altogether. I seemed to be floating up ward. How far I must have gone, and with a great effort I went up faster. just then I beard a crash, aud I woke up with the bot chimney in my band and th e lamp still burning high. Was it knockout drops? I am still guessing. No ordinary derangement of the stomach would produce st1ch wouderful results. to I>eath. (By Oscar D Baldwi11, Tenn.) When tht! Thirteenth Cavalry of this State left the battlefi e ld park for Pnerto Rico, I acting as mascot, went with them. Landing in Puerto Rico six days after we left the park we camped. There we went to stay and await further orders. Well, after one month's stay food began to get scarce in the camp, so one evening three of the boys an.d myself got orders to ride to Camp Kenuie, about twenty-five mil e s away, with a message to the colonel aud to inquire if he could let us have food enough to last us till the Gov e rnment could supply us. On our way through the hills and mountains we ran across many caves filled with the bones and skeletons of solaiers, Spaniards or Americans, whichever they may be. Stopping at one of the largest ones to investigate it we found the uniforms of mauy a bra\e American soldier who probably had fallen at the hands of Spaniards. Walking back iu the cave, we stopped at a place where the cave turned p retty nearly straight down. All of a sudden out of those d e ep, dark depths carne a call for help. I stepped back a pace, and a cold chill ran clear through me. Again came the voice : "Help! help!" ''Who's there?" demanded one uf the boys. ''I am a Spanish spy ,'' answe r e d the voice. ''How c a me you in there?" a s ked the soldier. ''Drive n in here bv Americans. I b elieve I wou l d h a e l e t the m kill me rather than jump in that hole. I got in this hole b e fore I knew it," he added. "Well, we will help you out if we can." ''If y o u will do m e that favor you can kill me or do what you ple ase with me, only don't let me starve to death iu this bole." "We will do all we can," said the s oldier. "Here, kid," said be, turnin g to m e 'get those rop es tied to the lwrses." I did so. The soldiers tied them all together aud m a d e a rope about fifty yards long. Tying a large stone to the eud we began to l ower tbe rope. When it down about half way w e stopped. ''Do you feel the end of it yet?" I yelled. ''No t yet," came the a nswer. Lowering it all the way down, I yelled rga iu. We got the same answer as before. "We can do you no good," said the soldiers. 'rber& came a groan. ''I guess I will hav e to die in here," said the spy. ''I s e e 110 h elp f o r it," s a id I. "Let us go, boys," said one o f the party in a low tot1e. ''We can n ever get him out of that hole. We got out of the cave, mounted our horses and rode ou our way with s a d hearts. The message d e livered, we came back by the cave. I dismounted and walked back to the cave. I yell t d down in there, but got uo answer. A Wolf in Camp. ( By R o y A. Thomson.) \iVe had be e n in camp about a week-that is Fred ]allies Willie Little and myself. \Ve had jmt finished our supper and "'ere sitting around the c arnpfire when I heard something that sounded l i ke a dog to me about a mile away, but I did uot think anything about it theu. We went to bed about half an hour after I had b eard the dog (as I called it). I was just doziug off when I heard the same dog howl-ing, so I said: ''Fred, hear that dog ? ''That's no d og!" exclaimed Fred. ''\Veil, what is it, then?" "What is it?" ''Yes, what is it?" "Well, it is a wolf." "A wolf!" cried Willie and I both the same time. ''Say, will wolves burt anybody?" whis pered Willie, for we getting Slared now. ''Will they? Well, I guess!"

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DIAMOND DICK, JR.-THE BOYS' BEST WEEKLY. 31 The wolf was getting closer every minute and we were getting more scared every minute. W e did not have a gun with us then. All we had was a ax, h atchet and knives. It was a bot night I tell you, but we tucked our h eads under the cover and liked to smothered. Now tll e wolf was close upon the tent. We could h ear it just as plain as we cou ld bear each other talk. Splash! ''Here that, boy:=:, the wolf jumped into the branch and is coming right over," said. "Y-e-s I h-b-e-ea-r-r-d i-i t," said Willie, who was more scared than eithe r Fred or I. I was lying close to the side of the t ent. Willie was closest to the door while Fred was in the middle. Willie did n o t like the place ( close:; to the door) at all. "Roy, get the hatchet and Fred you get the ax, will you?'' aske d Willie "Get it yo urself," sa id Fred. "All right, if you won't I will." So Willie got the a x and hatcllet. He gave me the ax and Fred the hatchet and said: 'Roy, you get over here by the door and let rue get over t here; you've g o t the hatchet," whispered Willie. ''Oh, yes! I will! you just stay over there yourself." Well, the wolf was walkiug all around the tent now and I could hear him. It was getting along toward morning and the wolf was hunting his'' hole" or hiding-place for day. Anyway, he went away and, oh, how glad we w e re. we did not want any more nights with wolves, so we went home the next day. This i s a true of camping in Kansas with a wolf. A Battle With a Snake. (By To:n King, Ala.) My brother and I tho\]ght we wou!Q. like to go fishing. We slipped in the hou se and got our tackle and started out to the river about two miles from our farm. We had gone about a when something rustled in the bushes. My brother sa1d: "There is a rabbit!" We sprang in the bushes, when a big snake sprang at mY brother. I saw him in time, so I hit h i m with my rod. He fell but was up in a second and sprang at me, but I ready for him. As he sprang I knocked him down again. But he was a hard customer. My brother ran and left me to fight my battle alone. I fought about an hour when I hit the snake a blow on the b ead. He fell and when he did I beat him while he was down about five minutes, and when I saw that be was dea d I fell on top of him When I woke I was lying in my bed at home. The snake was a rattler. He was four feet five inches long. Do You Want ... , A COMPLETE FISHIN6 ASSORTMENT? Look on the Back Cover of No. 293 for a Picture and of One If you enter this contest you will have a chance for the finest and most complete assortment of Fishing Tackle ever offered. 7 COMPLETE ASSORTMENTS 7 CIVEN AWAY By winning a prize you can fit yourself out as a dealer in fishing supplies. The seven boys who send in the seven best contribu tions in this new Amateur Journa]ism CONTEST will each receive a Famous Fishing Tackle Assortment. Of course you want to own one. Then get into this contest without delay. ( 7COMPLETE OUTFITS GIVEN AWAY -7 HERE ARE FULL DIRECTIONS: Take any incident you can think of. It may be a fire, a runaway, an a.ccident, an adventure, or even a murder. It doesn't matter whether you were there or not. Write it up as as you can1 make it full of "action," and send it to us. I'he article should not be over soo words in length. Tlte Contest closes Se1>tember 1st. Send in :rour stories at once boys. All best ones will be published dunng the progress of the contest. Rementber, whether your story wins a prize or not, it stands a good chance of being pnblhhlld, together with your name. Cut out the accompanying Coupon, and send it, with your story, to the DIAMOND DrcK WEEKLY, Care of STREET & SMITH, 238 William Street, New York. No contribution with a Coupon is not enclosed will be consid ered. COUPON Diamond Dick Weekly Amateur Journalism Cont.est No.4 Name . .... ......... .............. ., ...................................... Street and Number .................................................. City or Town ......................................................... .. State ....................................................................... .. Title of Story.: ....................................................... ..

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