Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The picked party


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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The picked party

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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The picked party
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Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton) 1854 or 5-1885
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3opy rlght 1878-1884. by & Artarns at Po t Office New) ork, N. Y ., as econd class ma1te r M a r 18!11t No. 17 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Cleveland Ohio Vol. II "OBI &i>i.Bll am-LUFF DIS YAR cmLE GO ll'RE E, MISTER ROAD--AGENT, FOR I'SE INNOCENT AS DB UT'l'LB L6K.8 W10T DB GOOD BOOK TELLS r .6.8011'1'

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:::\'"o. 1 7 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Cleveland, Ohio "oat SPARE ME-LUFF DJS YAR CHILE GO FREE, MISTER ROAI>--A.GENT FOR 11SE INNOCENT ASX* L.ITI'LE LAMB W'OT DE GOOD BOOK TELU' ABOUT."

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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. Deadwood Dick of Deadwood ; OR, THE P ICKED PARTY. BY EDWARD L. WHEEL.ER, 4lJI'HOR 01' "DEA.DWOO D DICK" NOVELS, "ROSEBUD ROB" NOVELS, ETC. CHAPTER I. THE NEW HA.M f,ET. Ohl bres di 5 var niggn r, if h e "boe r go east. An1 l ea b 1 lis tau i ob d e Fo' in d e m )1nt, ing3 am a mighty b g fdast, To the of fo mlet wit b de brain oa." THE s m wa> j"Jsb ki ing the m )Untai::i topa that fro.va o l d )1vn upo n Billy-Goat G ul c h, au I In the a f-:>resaid mighty se..1m in t!Je face o e mighty n1t u re, t h e shalow3 o f a warm June nio-ht w e re gath enng rapic ll y 1fa3 :iirls bad nnstl y hus h e d f h oir songs an::I flown to tt 1 e il' n9sts iu the dism'il, lonely pinclS, anJ ouly tf-_., tuneful twang of a w all-playeu banjJ anu, d tba bro.Jdiug qutet, save i t the shrill, croikiu; > rea:n s of a c r o;v p e r c h e I upon th3 to::i <>f a d e d pine, whic h n se fro n tb.e n e 'l.rly p 3 r p ffi) U Utain-side tha t re treatei iu the fr-:>m the gul c h b ot tom. The ma:1ipulat01 of the banjo was seatei U;J on a fallen lo;, t l 1cit its length a c r i>s the gulch, en.'.\' in pickiu.; the strings of a banl;oms instru'l1 a u t anri evi a whJl h e was a marvel of oddity in p ers'Jn 1 1 appearance What loe was doing in the wili fastnesse> of Billy-Gottt Gul c h, with i ts volume of recorded dark d eed;, was not at prasent appa r ent, as h e appeared solely on e liciting m 3 lody fro m his b..1n jo, and k eel)ing an eye u pon the croa:--"Oh I yer ain't goin', i s yer' the b anjoist g r ow l ed. "Well bress me if you ain't a s cheeky as re solitary solitude s be a fine plarc for un appreciated genius to r e h earse. before sailin' forth o n de tidE>ob pub hc conclP-mnation. Ah I but w on't dis yer c bile paralyze e m, J es wait till Edwin B ooth Snowbank, d e cullud trag'diam, d e buf;. tab on de metreopolitan stage as Hamlet. dg so lemuch olly Dame! Ahal To be, or not t..- b e I dat's de questi o n b efore dis yar court ; be, ob com Fool! see ye n o t de stain o'r> my dr l It means blood gor e coagulaoted crimson-de dewurop;; ob life flowing from -::::v n o ble v e ins .Ava st, yo11 son-of a-s e a-cook I Guff me room wbarin to wield my Tol ed) Luff me carve my fo es wid dia yar n oble toothpick, for I a:n Ham! Pt, d0 Princ e ob Denmark an' S e b11 en-up-Hamlet, de noblest ob all d e Sibel'iau;;-H.imlet, a badchilP, wi:l a t e m:xi r like unto a bufll e r pull o n de war path I Cl'ar d e track, y o u Dams h traitor s or dis yar chila will ki -yarve you wid his stillctter, wid which he's drawn de huma n gore ob seven thousand nobl e humans!" The irrepressibl e son of F.tbiopfa bad dropped bis banjo and drawn from bis boot-leg a n im mense butcher-knife whic h he "'aved tragicall y to and fro, as he struc k an att,itude more notable for its grace than hi;; would-bo Shakes p earean Dar I" be cried, with a df'fiant nod t bis audience in the troo-top, as h e resheath e d the tremendous bntcher-knifo in !::.is boot-leg. "W'at ye t'ink ob yer e c hil e s a -gom' ter fro' a stone Probably, si n ca tbe days of creation no s u c h stritigbt froo yott s, an n o mistake. mus i c b a d aroused the echoes iu tbcso lonely ':'i.lp hnWC \'er did not appe'1.r to hear fas n psses o;>r nuaer0tanr l the addr ess of his sable compan"'Spect I'd better move o n the 1iftrky so lil io::> below-or if b e did, made no move. oquized, as be continued to agitate the ban.lo,

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Deaewood Dick ot Deadwood. a D e Siberian shades ab Ethiopia am enwellop fD' dis yar universe in a mantle. ob eclipse, an' dey say it ain't healthy for unprotect.ed Hambletonian voyagers in dese l onely abscesses ob nature. Wonder bow fur it am to Skeleton Bend?-dat's de objective p'int de cnnnel ad vised dis nig ge r to storm. Guess mebbe dar won't be mucll ob a house for Hamlet hyar, to night, an' so dis solemncbolly Dane must necessarily perigrinate henceforward in quest of graft. Wonder what's become ob de cunnel! Las' dis cbile see'd ob him he was a-skinnin' out ob Soid City, wid old Nance Yuba arter him wid de cowhide in ber grasp. Wonderful how d e ole gal pursues him. 'Spect she"ll cotch de cunnel, sometime, b?,"meby-gollyl den ye'll see de fur fly I Guess I 11 walk." And, rising from his seat on the log, the colored tragedian shouldered hfa banjo, and was about to set out on his journey down the gulch, when he was restrruned from so doing, by the heavy gripe of a hand upon his shoulder With a yell of terror tbe darky tw11 ed to find himse l f iu tbe presence of a man-a strau ger, too, a cocked re,yolver in whose right hand was leveled at the son of the South. This stranger was of medium hight, but rather heavy built1 and clad in a sportish outfi t consisting of corauroy pantsh vest and coat, white flann e l shirt op e n at t e throat, slouch bat, and top boots, with a belt around his waist stuck full of weapons. His face was masked, and the bla ck mustache that adorned his upper lip was of tremendous size and tbe ends waxed to a point. A coarse laugh escaped from bis lip s as he n oted tbe undiso-uised terror of tbe darky. For was alarmed, beyond peradventure. He trembled from top to toe, and his eyes rolled in their s oc kets in a most comical manner. "Obi de geod Lord brPss dis chile, soul an' lDody I" he ejaculated. "Ob I spare me-luff dis -yar cbile go fre e Mister Road-agent, for I'se mnocent as de little lamb w'ot de good book tells ye about." "Shut up, you fool," the stranger replied, sternly. "Kee p your port-bole closed till you're told to speak, if you don't wanter swim Jordan without notice. What are you doing in this wild spot, you infernal coon?" "Ohl beg parding, sah! l'se bound for de settlement ob Skeleton Bend. 'Spects I better be goin', too, if you's nG objections." "But I have, so don't be in a hurry. W t at are you going to Skeleton Bend for1" "To meet de cunnel, sah." "The cunnel. Who in thunder's b e?' Why de cunnel is de cunnel, on course Conne l Yankee Doodl e Yuba." "Ha! ha! Colonel Yankee Doodle eh1 Fine handle, that, I'm cussed ef it run't. w har is this Yuba from?'' "Yuba Dam, sah!" "What! you infernal black rascal!'' "Yuba Dam, sab t" Curse m e, if I don't like your impudence, you black-and-tan; but, tbet little game won't work with me. Come down now, and tell me "'1llUthis Yankee Doodle Yuba comes from, or J'll put a bead through your eye." Zactl y sah. I done j es told yo u eab, suah's dis chile is a modern Hamlet-de cu n nel is Cunue l Yankee Doodle Yuba, from Y uba Dam, Yuba township, State ob California, an' dis yar nigge r is ready to sw'ar to dem yar facts, by de p 'int ob dis little Toledo blade-dis yar infantum razzor !" And o u t from his boot-fog the tragedian drew the tremendous b u tcher-knife, and flourished it promiscuous l y "Obi I see the p'int now,'' the road-agent said, facetiously. "Yuba, from Y uba Dam yes yes, I see. Hal bal ha! By the way, coony, just dispense with that toy you have there by returning it to yoi:r boot leg Th& magnetic i nfl u ence of the blade might draw the bullet from my gun, and there'd be a dead nigge r about your size, here." Snowbank instantly obeyed. "Now, then what are you to this Yankee Dood l e Yubat'I the road .. agent demanded. "Ob I bress you, l'se nuffin' to him no r e la tion at ali. l'se simply his body-s ervant-his national guard, yo u see. Wby, Jordy cbile, l'se no common nigger, you better believe l'se Ed win Booth Snowbank, de cullud tragedia n, frum Fifth Avenue New York, wbar l'se bin para lyzin' de denizens with 'Hamlet.' Suah, sab, dey say 1'50 de comin' Shakespearean promul gator ob de p e riod, fo' a fac', an' it was by de skin ob my teeth dat dis yar chile escaped de public demand fo' his 'Hamlet,' an' cum West on a Pullman hand-car, to r ecooperate an' re hearse, au' at de same time accept a position ob trus t wid de cunnel." "vVell, there's one thing certain,'' the roadagent said, gruffiy. "'Zactly, sah-dere's a heap ob certainties about dis yar cullud pillar ob Shakespeare But w'ot certam thing did you have ref'rance to, most amiable dukeI" "The certain thing is that you are a brainless idiot, or a lunatic!" the road-agent replied with a chuckle. "The best thing you can do is to go start a graveyard, by planting yourself." "Gw'off!" Snowbank cried, indignantly. "You's de wu stes t p,usson I ebber see, 'pon my honor. You'se got bout as much 'preciation fo de fin e arts as a mule. Go 'long, now, an' don't tTouole dis distingui s hed Shakespearean scho llar no more, or I ki'yarve ycu wid my raz. zor." "Undoubtedly, if you get a chance. You say you are going to Skel eto n Bend!" "Dat's my projective p'int, sah !" "Aud you say you are going to meet this man, Yuba, there?" 'Spect 1 is." "What takes you to Skeleton B e nd?" "Bress you, chile, he's goin' to start a church an' preach to de s inners ober dar." Well, I'm cussed ef he won't hev worthy subjects fer converts," the road-agent said, with a hoarse laugh. "But, ta-ta, nigge r I I haven't got time to entertain you longer, but will see you later. Am goin' over on the Cat-Gut to hang a pilgrim, yet, to-night, an' must be jog gin'. Ef any one asks after the health o' Cap Cutthroat, over at the Bend, give them my re spects, an' tell 'em I'm well. Tral la! Jal n@Wi skip the gutter I

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Deadwood. Dick ot Deadwood. Then, with a wild laugh road-sgency turn ed and Rtrode away up the gu)ch. E. B. Snowbank gazed after him a second, in sublim e disgust; then turning, he made tracks in the oru>osite direction1 as rapidly as the length and strength of his pedal extremities 1 would permit. Two miles down Billy-Goat Gulch, from where Snowban1' encounte r ed Cutthroat, lay tbe town or mining cam'l of some notoriety, called Skele ton Ben:i. About a milCl above where tha above meeting had or in all about thre.i miles up Billy-Goat Gulch, from th9 B e n ; l, a deep, nar row ravine strnck oft' through the depths of the mountains. It wa.; a dark, lon eso me place, even in day time, but at night there were few menhfamiliar witb the surrounding country, w o could have been hire:i to penetrate the dark recesse s and follow tbe ravine to it.a inter-mountain end. This plac e had been chris tened the Cat-Gut, because once upon a time a vagabond mine r with a passion for scraping the bow, bad en tered the uninviting place on a prospectinq:_!;our, and hitd n eve r been known to return. .tlen c e the name. After leaving tbe darky Captain Cutthroat strode rapidly through Billy .Goat Gulch, until he came to the Cat-Gut, into which narrow seam he turned aud hurried on. For perhaps the di stan!::e of two mil e s Cut throat followed the gulch, at last arriving at a little camp, where wa3 a small tent, and a ing fire A c ouplo of m e n were seated beside the fire, engaged in smoking their evening pipes-rough ly drtiss e d, long-bearded pilgrill13, with faces masked like Cutthroat's. They nodded to him, as he paused before the camp-fire, and continued to pufi' at their pipes, without speaking. "Well," Cutthroat growled, after several minutes of silence. "What's the wordt Have the boys r eturned from the Bend1" "No, Cap. Guess n ;t-leasthow, they ain't show'd up in camp," the stouter of the twain repli ed. 'Spect m abbe theyve foun1 a bottle of whisky somewhere a long the route, and stopped to pay their respects." "Curse them, they'd better attend to my busi ness first! Ahl hoof-strokes. Here they come, now." He wa s not wrong. Tb a footfalls of severa l horses sounded at no great di stance, and were evidently approaching, comint>; down tbe gu l ch. In the course of ten minutes four masked armed horsemen rode in upon the scene, accom panie d by a fifth party, also mounted, but bound upo n his horae. A youn g man he was, of some two or three and twenty years, attired in the rough garb of tha mouataiu miner-all effeminate fellow in appearance, with his beardless face and fine-cut feature3, wbo loq!red as if he were better fitted for a parlor than the mines. A gltHm of exultation shot from Captain Cut tlll'Oat's eye, as he beheld him. CHAPTER II. A RUFFIAN AT HOME-NEW 11 PILGRIMS" AT SKELETON BEND. "Ho! ho! so it's you, i8 it1" the outlaw chief criedJ striding nearer, and surveying the cap turea miner with a malicious showing of his teeth. -"Yes, it's me," was the prompt response, "but I am at a los s, sir, to account for my seizure and bringing to this wild spot. I cannot under stand it!" "Oh! you can't! Well, I shall b e v to enlight eu you, I s ee S pose you know who I am!'' "No more, sir, th1tn that your brutal com panions here gave me to understand that when I saw som e such a pilgrim as you it would be Cap Cutthroat, the outlaw," the mine r answered undauntedly. ;, Humph! ye3 I'm Cutthroat," the ruffian replied,-" Calvin Cutthroat, the l eade r of these fine specimens of humanity, known as the Pick ed Party. Cuss it, you don't betray much emo tion at the fact." "I am not in the habit of getting frighten at scarecrows," was the retort. "So, say wha you have to say, mister road-robber, and let m return to the Bend." "Oh! no Mr. Fred Flash-that ain"t my gam at all. I shouldn't hev hed the boys invite yo to the hospitalities of our camp ef I was to le ye go back. No, no, my gay young head of family, you're booked for a season h e re, 'to d tigh5rope performances, and you have got hang ter yer contract." "Again I fail to comprehend your meaning. Surely you do not wisb to imply tha t it is yo inte ntion to do me harm!" R ec kon them's my precise calculations, Fr Fl'.1.Sh, ef this old coon knows herself, an' ruthe r think she do," was the grufi' assuran "Oh! y e needn't ba surprised, fer thet's an ol story to the Picked Party. Many's the w'ot's bin took by surprise. b eer m the Cat-ttu an' tramped away to glory_. Yas, we've tuk notion inter our heads, Flash, that you wil make a fine subject for a lynch pic-nic-a so of neck-tie party, and so I had the boys draf you. You, of course, maybave some obj tions, but we propose to overrule them. There' a heap of influence, you know, in a piece o hemn" miner, though not of a cowardly mak turned pale-more from indignation than act alarm, although be well kn e w that Cutthroa and bis g &ng had no enviable reputation. Tbrough the country around Skele Bend, they bad spread a rei g n of terror by the bold crimes and fearless depredations, until price had been set upon their heads, whi amounted to no small fortune. A brave miner and citizen was Fred Flaa and although young in years, he was gifted wit a keen business tact and was one of the firn an most popular citizens at the Bend. And one of the most surprising things had troubled him was this startling move on part of Cap Cutthroat. "In the name of Heaven, man, what have ever done, that sho uld cause this enmity on y p,
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Deadwood Dick of Dead wood. I do not SeE> what r.oason you have !or wishing to ngme.'' 'Ohl I dare say not. There's a good inany things in this world that a person can't see But I can easily set your mind at r es t on this par ticular score. You see in the natural course of human evt>uts, there are a class of men who prosper, and, again, another class who do not prosper. You, by some providential chance, are one of the prosperous mortals. You own the Clipper lod e over at the Bend1 which, when not half developed, is worth its m1llions. You own that mine, and have refused fifty princely offers for it. Yet I, for one, have sworn to possess it, and also your wife Fanny Flash. She is just to my liking, and I'm going to marry h e r and manage the mine, after I've started you off on your last pilgrimage." "Villain-ruftlanl" Fred Flash gasped in genuine hoITor. "Surely the Lord will not let you proceed in your brutal purpose." "He won't, eh? Waal, now, don't you fool yourself! lilebbe I know about that better nor you do. Guess tho old gent won't stick his jaw m my pie. Anyhow, et wo:::i't come to no good, fer you aire either agoin' to cum to terms, or aire goin' to h:tng, one or t'othe r. Then, '.lftcr you've been disposed of, I'll go au' take pos s es1>ion of the wielder." "A.hi will r.ou?" Fred Flash returned with a qui e t smile. I rather predic.:t stormy weather before you accomplish that pretty little under taking. When you take Fanny Flash for a fool you've r eckon e d wrongly." "Ohl ye can't tell me nuthin' about her," Cutthroat cried sneeringly "I know the little woman like a book, an' she knows m' -tbarfore we know Pach otilcr, ye see It's all a ]Jut-up job betwe.:!n us about giving you this golden op portunity. She's as deep in the plot as I am; anyhow, she wants to l ink her fate with mine, aud proposed the hempen necktie as the r eme di.U agent. Only so that you are out of the way and she can marry me-that will suit the Flashing Fanny to a capital T. Of course you can not have been blind to the fact that the artless Fanny was a widder when you enwred into a matrimonial a lli a n ce with her. She married Tim Trevelyn, of the B ern i, an' arter Tim "woke up one mornin' a corpuss, they called Miss Fanny the Widder. No one eve r suspected that Trevelyn did not die of the heart diseas.?, as was reported, but you, possibly, may imagine that there was considerable steel io the disease, or else a bit of do14-button. Ha! ha!" Fred Flash grew a shade pulPT, as he li ste n Pd. "You lie, you ruffian," be c ried, sternly. "Your efforts to in still poison into my mind are unavailing. Fanny Flash, of Skeletcll Bend, is my wife, and bas ever been faithful to me. All :you might say in contradiction, would n eve r change my opinion. As to your marrying her, I have no fears whatever, for she would scorn to wipe her on you, and, moreover, she is perfectly al>le to take care of herself. As to getting poss ess ion of the mine, you will find it more of an undertaking than you imagine. That is all I have to say. If you have deter mined tc bane: me, it is in your power so to dol l!ll I am your prisoner, and unable to defena fu.ysel! "Hal ha! bow closely a person can arrive at the truth of n thing when he's forced to," Cutthroat chuckled, maliciously. "But, ho d up, my dear Flash. Don't consign yourself to eter nity until you hear the terms I have to propose. First, however, it may he advisable to be o n the safe side Boys, lead hi s horse b e neath the outstretebing limb of yonder pine, and fasten a necktie about our friend's windpipe, and also up to the limb, so that he will have no show foi' esC'ape." The order was executed without delay, and the n Cutthroat continued: "Now, my dear Flash I'll tell you whnt lib eral terms I have to propose-just bE><:ause, you kuow, I have regarded you as an honest and upright man. Either you must sign ove1 to me the sole right and title to the Clipper Min e, and promise to at once and forever quit this part of the country, leaving ma'm'selle Fanny behind you, or you must-hang/ Take your choice; you have five minutes to decide in, sir." And toe chief drew forth his watch and noted the hour and minute. "Stop! you can put up your watch I" Fred Flush cried. I !::ad decided long ere you con clud.ld your munifi<'ent offer i" "Ab! you will accept, then?" "No I a thousand times nol Were I so great a coward and villain as to yield ta that pro posal, I Lope God might strilrn away my life on the insta.nt, and save you the trouble. Fooll ruffian! brute! take advantage of the power you bold over me, ,!IUd bang me, il you choose, for no earthly persuasion-no "artbly torture, could ever change my decision I" ,; Then, curse you, you shall have the full benefi1 of the fate you have consigned yourself tol" vutthroat cried, savagel y "We' ll see which is the easies t route to leave the country by, the public highway o r the e levated system. Boys, unbind him from the saddle, and when I say the word, lead the horse away!" The ready hands of two of the Picked Party executed the order; a third masked; member seized the horse that had borne young Flash to the Cat-Gut by the bits, ready to do the chief's bidding. "One!" Cutthroat cried, with a borrihle leer. "Say yer prayers as yer gc up, friend Flash. Haven't time to do it now. Two-here you go, now. Thiee!" The instant the word "tbreP" was uttered, the road-agent led tbe horse from under the doomed miner, and be dropped-into air, the rope about hi s neck preventing bis touC'hi.ng the gl'ound A few struggles, and all was over. Life l ess the body swung to and fro, beneath the l y nching tree of the Picked Party. And they-after drinking l ouir draughts from a jug of liquor that was produced, mounted their h orses end spurred away through the course of the Cat-Gut, as if pursued by a hun dre d haunting demons. On the following day the tri-weekly stage, or 1.bearse," as it was more frequently denominatoo tore dcwn into the mining-camp o f Skeleton Bend, with its fractious six-in-hand, and the vet eran of the line, Grasshopper Joe, standing up

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Deadwood Dick or Deadwood. right upon the seat, holding or rather guiding th" rushing animals with his right hand, while with his lett1 or "handy" member, he flourished a short wnip-stalk in such a manner that the long, braided buckskin lash tickled the ears of the leaders, spitefully. Down grade, out of Billy-Goat Gulch, and across Dead Man's Flats into the thriving little mining town did the stage whirl, with noisy rumble, to come to a dead halt before the principal tavern, while Grasshopper cut a pigeon's wing on top of the stage, and his voice howled forth in stentorian accents: "Hyar we be-Skeleton Bend! Pile out, pll!P:ims-ten minutes fer supper, an' fifteen fer whisky. N ext statio n is Puke Center!" And the p a s se n gers did pile out with a will-a full score in nurp.ber, repres"nting every phase of character usually found in mini ng-towns, from the stogy-booted miner to the portly specu .lator, dandified sport, or card-sbarp. At stage-time Skeleton always presented a festive appearance, for it was the unfailing custom of the larger class of the inhabitants to gather at or in the n e ighborhood of the tavern\ to watch Grasshopper Joe fetch the hearse into town, a-booming. Then, in .iddition to tlie fact that the "hearse" always brought a large tri weekly mail, there was generally several ar rivals of parties who had come to take a look at the" city," with a view to adopting it as a permanent abiding-place. The Bend was quite a village of shanties and tents scatfore d about .on the lev e l Sttndy fiats of the valley pock e t, some uf wh ich b oasted pre tentiously of size and more than usually good finish, for those regions. To be sure there was but cne street, 11nd th:i.t was only so called from the fact that the width of a couple of wagon-tracks had been left, and rows of shanties built on either side. Along this street were located the business places of the town, consisting of tbe tavern which bore the peculiar title of the Bung-Hole,,\ a combined grocery, drug, dry-goods and hardware store, and post-Office; a Chinese gaming den; a blacksmithy; two more saloons and gaming-houses; a boarding-house; a strong cabin, \lSed for a justice's offi c e and jail; a Jew clothing or Cheap J obn establishment; McKoot' s Gold Exchange Bank-all of the above b eing interspe rsed with shanties and shaft houses-for despite Dead Man's Flats being a ric h placer field, shaft ing had proven tbat the further down into the earth the mining was carried, the richer were the returns. It was just about an hour before sunset when the hearse arrived iu Skeleton Beud, and the labors of the day bad be e u mostly suspended, while the labore r s gathered at the "Bung-Hole" to see who aud wh a t w e r e the arrivals. Out of the wbole load of passengers, there were only four persons that attracterl more than ordinary notice-for the greater share of them wer_ y rough and grufl'y mfoers. First among these might have been mentioned the tall, l ean party, with iron-gray hair and mutton-chop whiskers, whose attire declared hl.m to be a person of some wealth, if not im PQgbance. His features were rather emaciated and fu\"rowed, and wore a deathly pallor, with the ex ception of bis nose, which possessed a roseate tinge, the color commencing at the roota and deepening the nearer it approached to the end. His eyes, too, were fiery, and wore a cynical ex pression that was not pleasant to see. His attire consisted of a suit of spotless white duck, with a white silk hat to match, a" Viled" shirt, sporting an immaculate collar, tie, and a. blazing diamond pin; and patent-leather shoes. A gold-headed cane in handt a pair of gold rimmed glasses bridged upon nis nose only added the appearance of a. nabob. The second attractive party was a younger man, dressed in the same style, less the hat, shoes, cane and glasses-the hat he wore being one of the jaunty slouch order, the boots the pre\Tailing style of top-boots worn by bordermen, while neither cane he carried nor he wore. A belt about bi. waist contamed a single revolver, to warn observers that he was not unarmed. In face he was a handsome man, with a handsome cut of features, long wavy hair, a pointed mustache, aud eyes that were dark and of a fascinating, magnetic power. Of the two, he naturally attracted the most attention. Third amop_g the party was a iong -geared specimen of Yankeedom, if ever there was one -a gaunt, hungry-looking individual, with a countenance of the typical "Our Uncle Sam," into which the concentrat.ed essence of the raw country greenhorn Wfl.S expressed. His hair was Jong and shaggy; and of a flaxen color, and a very thin goatee or the same l\ue ornamented his chin. In the way of attire, he wore a pair of striped breeches, by several inches too short in ths legs, as they came above his shoe-tops; a red velvet vest across which was strung an enor mous watch-chain of pure brass; a calico open at the throat--a swallow-tailed coat of the most antique pattern, buttoned tightly aroun d his waist, and gave him an even "skinnier" ap pearance. His head was crowned by what had once, evidently, been a respectable-looking plug" hat, but was now riddled with bullet holes, and had the appearance of total collapse. A belt about the waist of this party contained a pair of horse-pistols of the largest size and caliber. The fourth party referrer to kept_ close in the wake of thA third man. and was no less a person than the colored tragedian, Edwin Booth Snow bank, banjo and all. And the worthy tragedian was the first of t h e human.family, of his particular color, who had ever visltOO the Bend-consequently there was a. decided sensation as he stflpped from the stage, and murmurs of surprise from the crowd. CHAPTER III. DICK OF DEADWOOD PUTS IN AN APPEARANCE. IT so .happened that Skeleton Bend was a s well supplied with that class of humanity known as "toughs and tigers," as any other mining town of it;i size in the State or territories, and of this same fact the town at large was proud, for the majority of the inhabitants belonged tG that same type.

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Deadwood Dick ot Deadwood. '1 The flower of the :fierce and lawless flock answered to the title of "Graveya-rd George," from the fact \bat he bad been the fu-st to furnish a subject for the cemetery at the Bend. He was fat squatty and greasy, in appearance, and bjs clotbes were even greasier and more slouchy than bis person A villainous, hangdog look was a habitual exp ression of his fiery countenance, and h e possessed the head, the massive j aws, the fists, and the muscles of a prize.fighter. Ever around and ready to engage in a row, was this und ertaker" of the Bena, as he bad been facetiously nnmcd, and no sooner did be set eyes upon the dusky form of Edwin Booth Snowbank, than he spa t upon his bands, appreciatively, and cut a pigeon's wing, in the street. "Yip hip! burrool" 11e roared budly as he intercepte d and stood precisely in front o f the tragedian "Lookee byar, boy.:ii what d'ye call this beer m ovin' panorama o' .u;gypt! T e ll me what it is, an' I ll se ll ye a half-interest.'" "Why, Graveyard, that's a nigger-a r eg'lar sorgum-m o la sses 'coon from Georgia, I tell yet" one of the miners declared, wherP.8.t the miners all laughed "Yas, cu ss me ef it ain't a rei;; Jar size blackan'-tan-a thoroughbred black walnut,'' the ruf fian cried, half-squatting, with bis hands upon }lis knees and leering up into !:luowbank's face, "He llo I I say, you thundercloud, wbar'd ye spring froml-wbat'Jl you take f e r your com plexi onl-whar'd ) e b'y the ulster!" "Jes' you gi t out ob dis yar chile's way, or I'll awful quick show you," Ned asserted pomp ous ly. "Don' ye go ter nosin' 'bout me, you whitA! nigg er, or I'll paralyze y o u in two wigr;les ob a Jam's tooth. Ob I l's a bad nigger to RJ1,t1;hing wid, sah l I carry's a toothpick, I .i0e6." And from out of thll sleeve cf his duster a comm on-sized carving-knife slipped into the traged:11D's banli, and be made a sweep at the bully of the Bend. But a sudden backward m o \ ement of that individm .. \, which precipitatearnest. This littL1 '"\Ct was a guarantee that there would be a scene right there and then, and some of the bystanders applauded Graveyare! George arose tc his feet with an oath, his fa<'.e flaming with rage. "See byar, you black imp of Satan, did you intend. to cut m e then!" h e roared, but keeping out of range of the knife. Hope me die e f a em wa'n't dis yer cbile'G perzact cal c ulations," Ned declared, imp,ortant Jy. I tole you to gwuff me, you didn t gwufi' --.;o I rP,ach for you with my still ett.e r. That's dt: kind ob a two-legged ba'rpin I is. Carve you ebbery time you cum near me. 'Spect you doo't know ml', eh?" "No, you. Infernal nigger, ner I don't keer ter form yer ae>'!naintance; I allus selects my company-any fl the h'yees 'll tell ye that." "Den J1ll ti:ll y o u plain
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8 Deadwood Dick 0 Deadwood. you into eternity l" he cried, cocking the weapoWl. Stop l shoot that colore1 man, and you die!" cried a stern, ringing voi ce None of the B enders was it who thus ordered, for none were there among the m who cared to provoke the wrath of the bully undertake r of the town. The speaker had stepped forward and placed the muzzle of a r evo lver against the sine of Georg e's b ead in a very peremptory manner. And this man was the sportive individual, in white duck attire, s louch bat and top-boots, wbo had arrived on the stage-the handsome, c00l appearing chap, the glance of whose eye was a sufficient g n arantee that he was a man of steel, in every sense of the word. "Who a1e you?" Graveyard George growled, fully realizing his peril and the fact that it be hoov ed him not to be to0 demonstrative. "What the devil are you stickin' your nose inter my biz'ness fer?" "I'll blamed quick show you if you exhibit any more of your braggadocio about h e r e,'' the sport replied. If it's my name you want, I am D eadwood Dick, at your serl'ice-Deadwood Dick, of Deadwood-Doadwood Dick, the combined road-agent, dead-shot, card-sharp, speculator. miner, sport, detective, gentleman, loafer and thoroughbred. That is about as good an illustration of who and what I am, as I am able to giy:e you. Whe n I strike a town like this, where one particular rough of your type of character pretends to make a specialty of bully ism, I generally interfe re, and either conquer the aforesaid bully, or quarter him up into r egu lar size and plant him." Calm and unexcited was the man of note, while speaking; and h e was a center of many glances; for even to Skeleton Bend had the fame of notorious Richard of Deadwood penetrated-brave, bold, gentlemanly Ned Harris, so many of whose years had been character ized by ad ventu res of a wild and exciting nature. Hard it was to strike any minin g-tow n or camp, where there was not some person who knew him, or, mayhap, took sides against him. None was there now, however, who seemed particularly desirous of tackling him, save it the ruffian, and even his insolence moderated when he learned in whose power be was. "Put up your tool, an' cry quits, au' I will,'' he growled. "I ain't anxious to peg off, yet by a long shot; so you put up your tools, an' l'il close up." "Yas, you better. Ohl you sucker-you clam-ch ewer! jes' wait till I get you outside, some dark night. Won't I slit you wid my raz zor, thought Waal, I reckon I'll jest amputate you, suah!" And then, remembering that there was pro priety in making himself scarce while Graveyard was in durance, the darky hurriedly re sheathed his knives in his bootleg, and vanished into the "Howtel." Deadwood Dick the n put up his revolver, and Graveyard George walked a way down the street without a wqrd. "Waal, durn me, ef that ain't the first time I ever see"d the undertaker thoroughly subdued," (>lie bystander exclaimed, in surprise. "Don't ye fool yersilf," a raw-boned Irishman vouchsafed. "Graveyard George is no brat to be pacifi e d so easy. He's gone out to cogitate as to how is the best way to go at it, to put a dam. per on the chimney of this sport." "All right, gentlemen; if b e comes back in search of me, oblige me by informing him he will find me in the hotel, here," Dick said, com posedly. The n, tipping his bat gracefully, he turned and entered the great barn-like shant:r, which bore the appellation of the" Bung-Hol e.' The interior was scarcely more inviting tha11 the exterior-but then the tastes of the Benderll did not ruu to fine buildings or fine dress. There was a bar across one end of the apart meu t, and this and a few broken chairs and benches constituted the main part of the furni ture visible, unl ess it was the glasses and decanters upon tile s h e lv es back of the counter. The barkeeper, a huge red-whi skered fellow, was slinging out the drinks rapi
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Deadwood Dick or Deadwood. 9 If the New Yorker "took to" this idea, he did not make it manifest, but threw down a ten dollar note upon the bar. "There. Apply that on my board," he said, briefly "Now, I want to trouble you by mak in?. a few brief inquiries." 'Go ahead, Yorky; ef ye ax nothing personal, ye'll find me a regular town Directory." It is well. I will pay you well for yolir information, if it proves valuable to me. What I understand is, that there is a young miner in this town by the name of Fred Flash!" "W aal, I s'p<>c t not," Roxy replied, wiping an imaginary tear from his left eye. Poor Flash is dead-crossed over the range, you see. Some o' the boys found him up in the Cat-Gut, hangin' to ther limb of a tree this mornin' 'arly, whar he'd bin slung up by sum unknown enemy. An' his widder, Miss Fanny, she be down at her shanty nearly distracted." "Ah! poor child. How opportune that I have arrived at such a sad period as I may be able to offer consolation!" the man from New York said with manifest solemnity. But there was something unpleasant in his tone, and a glitter to his eye that did not escape the attent10nofDeaciwoodDick, whL>was loungiL.g near by; nor of Roxy, who was1ean inf. upon the bar. 'Dunno 'bout your consolin' her," he said, with a queer smile. I tell ye, my nabob, ye don't want tar go tar moukeyin' around Capt'in Fanny, as the boys call h er, onless you've got a license, for she's a nice little gaJ, an_ thar ain't none o' the r boys but what'll stand by her." "A fig for that," the nabob said, snapping his fingers contemptuously. "W ealtn is omnipotent, and if I choose, I can buy the whole town, girl and all." And with this declaration he sauntered away. As soon as he had left the bar, Dick stepped up and examined the registe r. "Honorable Ira Maxfield, of N. Y., eh!" he commented, addressing Roxy. "A very hightoned scoundrPl-not!" "That's it, precisely," the barkeeper replied, with a nod. "I allus hln read a feller when I set my peepers on him, an' I booked that rooster fer a reg'far villainous skinflint, you bet! Wonder what be wants of the Flashes!" "Probably has some speculative scheme afoot," Dick replied. 1'Vho are the Flashes you men tion?" "Well, Fred Flash w'ot got hung, was one o' the whites t an' pilgrims in camp. He cum beer an' bought up a claim that no one else would have, an' went to diggin' on it all by hisself. About two weeks after be arrived. be married Captain Fanny, an' good-l uck seemed to cum o' this, fer shortly after be struck rich sand, an' the Clipper Mine war a success. Since then Frnd an' Fanny has lived together, ap parently happy, an' the Clipper hP-s bin rollin' out the rock an' sand be11utiful, till she stands wu'th half a million to-day, at least calkylation. Fred had refused big offers fer it, an' some think bet's the r reaso'l why they fonbd him wi' bis eek in a noosP "Humph. Did they bring bis body here?" "No. The boss buried it, as the wild a nimal s d it. "Nobody is suspected of the job, then1'' "No, I reckon not, though it's mighty like l y Cap Cutthroat and some of his outlaws had a fiuer in the pie. Goin' to register!" Well I tbink I will. Didn't intend to s top over, b u t betwixt you and me, I opine the New Yorker has a villainous game afoot, and I'm going to take the liberty of watching it." He took a pen, and wrote in a graceful busi ness band" Deadwood Dick, of Deadwood, D. T Red Roxy gave vent to an exclamation, a s he saw the signature. "What I you the famous outlaw!" "No! I am a free man. Once I paid the penalty of a road-agent by hangiug, and no man can rightfully molest me. Still, might is right here in the mines, and I am molested, whether I travel as citizen or outlawopenly or in dis guise. Therefore, I have decided to not attempt disguising my identity. To you I am Dead wood Dick, the ex-road-agent-to the world I am the same. I earned my freedom from the v engeance of the law by hanging; I mean to kee p it, if I have to fight all my life. If any one dares attempt to disturb me, he is the man I shall at once freeze to, and one of us will en courage the grave-digger's business." Red Roxy brought bis band down on the conn ter with a tremendous thump. "Bully fer you!" he said, with enthusia!Slll. "You've got timber, you have, and can count on mine veriest friendship." "And mine too, for verily Daniel was good to the lions, nnd with the will of the Almighty, they cbew13th him not. But thunder! how Dan must hev felt! Ayl verily be must have trembled. But, my beloved brother, cannot I beg your attention for a moment! Deadwood Dick turned to behold in the speaker the long-geared Yankee who had ar rived on that evening's stage. CHAPTER IV-. l\IAXFIELD-YUBA. "WrLJL, old pilfim, if you've got an:ything particular to say, it's your pnvilege to do so," Dick replied, smiling. "Thanks, my brother. S"ureJy I 11ave seen thy benign and reverend countenance somewhere in my pilgrimage, but my mind forsaketh me as to the exact time and place Allow m e to introduce myselfj sir-the Right Reverend Col. Yank Yuba, ate of Yuba Dam, also n minister of the church of Israel. My bro. ther, I was once an arrant sinner like yourself, but I inspired with holy thoughts, and pulled at once out ef my old sphere, to take up my c lerical duties as a shepherd of some enjng flock. By thunder, pard, I had to pull, for Nance-that's my wife;-she gave me a cussed cowhiding, sech as no cow could stand. But, excuse my digression from the road of righteousness, for sometimes I get teetotally off the track. I have come here, dear brother, to es tablish a church-also an insurance agency . I represent the National Company of Kalamazoo -assets, twenty billion; liabilities, ten dollars. Reliab l e, safe, cheap. Let me insure your life sir, and then induce yo u to join the church o f Isr ael a n d become one of the Emanu el's band

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J.O Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. "Guess not. Don't want to cheat you, Yuba, because you see I am liable to go up in a cloud of smoke 'most any time, bein's its known around town who I am." "That's all the more reason why thou shouldst take out a policy, dear beloved brother, and make thy pea ce at once For ten dollars will I insure thy life in the sum of ten thousand dol lars, and for ten dollars more l'll l!lake you one of the pillars of my church of Zion-yes, I will, b y thunder and ligbtnin,51" Both Dick and Roxy, the bartender, laughed, not so much at the words of the stranger, but because the y thought him c1aZEl'l, or "off." And then, his appearance was enough to arouse a smile from a stoic. I'm a tea rd you won't abide long in Skeleton B end, pilgrim, ef the m's your politics Ther b'yees don't go a cent on doctrines, and it wasn't over a month ago they tucked a minister about your size, away in under a pine log, over yon der on the flats. "You don't say!" Yuba gaspe:i in evident horror. What a heathenish set of people for a poor disciple to tackle! But, then. they ain't no ci rcumstance to my old woman, Nanc e, w'ot I left down at Yuba Dam-no, sir-eel Why, pilgrims, ef ye could once see thet woman git on one o' her tantrums, ye'd say she was worse'n any two-legged wild-cat w'ot ever lived. Mad I why cuss my eyes-I m ean bless my eyes, if she isn't unduly violent. Ahl here comes my body-servant, Sir E. B. Snowbank. Ahl Edwin, my dear colored brother, is it you1 I was just telling the gentlemen, how I, a meek, docile man-a son of Israel, am afllicted with a virago wife-ah! um! such is fate I" The darky, who had approached, nodded his h ead. "Bress dis chile'3 soul an' body. ef he'd iike to b e in your boots. Ruther would I be Hamlet a thousand times an' allus hab my Toledo blade with me-my razzor-my noble Siberian toothpick. Why, sah, if dat old daisy ebber catches you, Yankee Doodle Yuba, you'se a dead nigger, jes' as sure's you'se born." "Alas! it's all the same old story," the co lo nel s'ghed, putting on such a doleful expression, that D eadwood Dick laughed, outright. "The same sad sacrificial stol'y, gents. She has sculp ed me, she h11,s choked yes, sl:ie has even paral yzed ::ne, and yet I live to tell the story. Verily my will to b e a 11;reat and good man is strong. but when old Nance Yuba rises uucbristianlike before my gf\ze, I feel a blame d sight more like CU5sin' than I do like prayiu'. "Hope me die ef y e won't feel de most like prayin', ef dat yar Nance ebber learns you'se hyar," the tragedian grinned. "'Spect she'll go you till dar won't be de side nb a shadde r 1eft ob you. T ell you what, M arse Yank, you b atter li e low, arr' put an additional thousand insurance on y e r life in my name, fer she b e a-skirmishin' along on de war patL 'twixt b ee r an' Yuba Dam, a l oolrin' fer you, wid dat yar bull-bide whip." "Then, verily I must rli e and it may as well b3 here as elsewh erP. Gentlemen-noble disciples of Emanuel's army, I leave you now for a time. 1t mav be soon that I will see you-it may iJe never, aiasl n-evert" And pretending to wipe a tear from bis eyes, Yank away, c l osely followed by the negro. Shortly after, Deadwood Dick sought the room that had been assigned him, and turned in for the night, bis mind busy with thoughts con cerning those who arrived on the stage, that and all of whom were destined te play parts m another wild western drama, in so many of which he had previously been cast as a characte r But, suspicious of villainy, be was determined to stay and see the thing through, if i-t cost him his life. Capt'n-Miss-or Mrs. Fannie Flash stood by the tabl e in the kitchen of her little shanty, o n the following morning, makin11; a very pretty pictLre as, with her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, she washed and wiped what few dishes were u sed in a meal for oue person, and that person herself. A petite little ladv was the" Captain," as she was called, at the Bend1 with a graceful little form which seemed all life and animation when it moved.. I n fa9e she was fresh and pretty with merry,' expressive eyes of brown, that seemingly had the power of p enetrating where soever they were directed; a pleasant, tempting mouth, and generally perfect cas t of features, while a wealth of soft brown hair hung belo\\ her waist. She was attired in a dainty pink wrapper0 just short enough before to reveal a daintie1 pair of slippered feet, and wore '10 jewelry or other adornment. SuPh was Captain Fanny. who, though still young in years1 had beeIJ twice married and twice divorced oy deathfor she wii.s not yet twenty. At the Bend she was considered a dangeromi woman-women envied her, wome n shunnedl her-not becau se she was not respectable or well behaved\ was this, but because she was an enigma-tnat was the whole RD.Swer to tha thing, She was fearless-perfectly able and disposed. to go and come when and where it pleased h e r fancy, and eve r on guard to take care of her self. She had shot, but not killed, several of tho town roughs, for hinting darkly against her character. She had once rescued a horse-thief from the jail, and set him at liberty t because she took a notion-and tbeu defied tne whole town. For all, she was quiet, unobtrusive, fascinating. The fact that she was fascinating was why men avoided h er. S aid they who knew, she had tbe power of charming any one whomsoeve r it pl e ased h er; once she cast her mysterious fas cinating influ ence around a man, he must be a brute who r:ould withstand her. There were trace s of tears about her eyes; which betrayed that she bad been weeping, this morning, which not have b ee n wondered Rt taking into consideration the death of poor Flash, so recently. She had finish e d washin'2'. the last plate when a footstep caused h e r to l ook around, and sh e beheld a man standing in the doorway of her little kitchen-an utter stranger to her. The man was the Honorable Ira Maxfield from New York, scrupulously c lad in nobby at<

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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. 11 _....,_.... *'9, and look1ng the picture of a vain, puroo p r oud a.ristocrat. "Ahl good morning, my noble lady," he saitl, doffing bis hat, politely. "It gives me pleasure to know you-for I believe I am adjressing the .i:harming Mrs. Flash, relict of the late lamented Frederic Flash." Sir! I do not know you," Fanny replied, coldly "Your presence is au intrusion." "Ahl right my dear girl-quite right; but it won't be, you know who I am. Allow me to introduce myself to yon-the Honorable Ira Maxfield from New York. Perhaps your late lamented husband may have mentioned me, as I am his step-father, by marriage." "Yon step-father!" Fanny ejaculated, distrustfully. "I do not believe it, sir. He n e ver told me he had a step-father!" "Ohl I do not doubt that. Such a queer, re tentive fellow the dear boy was-he never con fided anything of account, even when younger. How well I sbould have liked to have seen the :p<>?r fellow, before his sudden death. But, then, 1t is opportune that I have aITi ved so soon after your husband's demise, to take control of his business-most opportune, indood." The "Captain" looked ast-0nished. "I don't understand you?" sbe ventured, interrogatively. "In what respect will you take charge of my husband's business?" "As sole and absol ute master!" the New Yorker replied, coolly. "You see, my igam i s t as well as a murderer end being such, have no c laim on the Clipper Mine, which accordingly descends to the next nearest heir-myself! Hal ha! yo u see I am bound to win anyhow; if not one way, then in some other. I hold you at my me r cy, but as you will hereafter see, I am inclined to be merciful." C u rses on such mercy as a villain of your stamp would offer!" Fanny cried, fierce l y "May Rea ven protect me, for I never beard of such an out-and-out devilish schemer in all my life before." "Ohl I am a great villain, no doubt, hut I al ways win, I assure you. Nor will it avail you to scorn my mercy, for you will either have to accept it, and my terms, or go out to the gallows yo u are supposed to have sent yo u r husba n d to. Listen : I am rich, good-looking and a pleasant, kindly C"Ompanion, when not r1iled. I h a ve come here to speculate, and intend soon t.o own the town, literally. I am a single man, my wife having died, about a month ago leaving me free to again seek a companion. You are young and comely, and suit my fancy, to a T. Become ::1y wife, then, and I will make you a great lady-gratify your every whim and desire -hush these slanders against you and give yo u money without stint. Refuse, and I will reverse the order of things-that is to say, I'll establish myself as proprietor of the Clipper Mine-I'll denonce you as the murderer of Fred Flash-I'll use everr effort against yon-I'll proclaim you a bigamist and a vile-" "Stop!" Captain Fanny fairly screamed, with a suddenness that caused the New Yorker t.o leap out of his tracks. "Take back what yo u were about to say then yo u villain, or, God giving me strength I will horsewhip you for the insu lt." "Insult/ Bahl don' t try tra g edy. You a.re

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.18 Deadwood Dick o f Deadwooa. lllOnl fttt.ed for low comedy. Ha! ha! do you !lee the point?" and Maxfield laughed, villainously. "Oh! I am not afraid of the chastisement, and will retract nothing. You are a murderess a bigamist, and a low thing. Now then, Miss Pert, horsewhip me if you dare-if you dare, mindyou." "Well, I dare, and I'll bet you'll find it out," the girlis h widow cned, and with the words she seized a long snaky-appearing bull-whip, which had been sec reted behind a chimney board. Maxfield uttered au oath, for s eeing n o whip until n ow. he had supposed her to be ''gassing" about it; but just abou'; now he began to r ealize his mistake, for, ere h e co uld dodge, Fanny gave him a cut about his rather superannuated legs, which elicited a howl of pain. I'll teach you how to fool around m e you villain," she cried, earnestly. "Take that! and that!" And the stinging cuts she administered with the bull-whip-showed she was no novice in its use. "Curse you! Stop! Stop!" Maxfield cried, in pain and r age. What do you mean in thus striking a gentlema n 1" "I'll show yon wbat I m ean-!" Fanny r e p1ied, resolutely, striking him a blow in the face-that raised a welt. "You'll find that you can't in sult the girls and womeq h e r e in the mines impunity, as you can the city p e ople. Get out -be gone! I'll cut you to pieces, if you don't go you vile whelp!" Maxfield evidently thoroughly b e lieved this, and backed quickly out of tbe hous e into the street-the n turned and ran hastily toward the Bung-Ho l e which was some hundred rods acress the valley from Flash's shanty. H e cal culated flight wa; this time the better part of valor; and would put a n end to the mu.tter. Bu.t in even this he was mistaken; for, in r;tead of stoppi n g .hE'r c b afltisP.m ent, confin ing it to th3 privacy of h e r own shanty, Cap tain Fanny h
! You have taken all the skin off my lowe r limbs." "Yes, and I ll take and skin you alive, too, if you Jon't take back those unmanly things you said of me a bit ago!" Fanny cried "Ah! lady, has this man been mole sting you?" Dead wood Dick said, stepping forth from the crowd. '.' Yes. the villain! He came her e with the intention of driving me from the Clipper M1ne, claiming to be my husband's step-father. When he found that I wouldn't drive worth a cent, he commenced to abuse me by threatening me calling me a murde ress, a low, vile woman, and so forth. Having no d e fense except self-de fense, I took the matter into my own hands and horsewhipped him. The n ext time h e dares to show his face upon the street, I'll repeat the operation!" "Oh! will you1 will you? Maxfield fairly yelled, so intense was his anger. "Ohl you girl, I'll 'tend to your case. I'll teach you to strike a gentleman, I will. Whip ms again, will you! 0o-h I you J ezebel!" And he shook hfs clinched fist at h e r threateningly. "Miss, you n eed h ave no further fear 0 1 trouble from this scoundrel, as I will attend tc. your wants in tbe way of answering insults. It' you will lend m e your whip, I guarantee to give the metropolitan sneak a second thrashing on the spot. "Oh! you will, will you!" M axfield roared, walking out upon the street. "You dare to call m e a sneak, sir, and a scoundrel. Oh! but you shall a.iswer for this insult-answer in the way g e ntl,.n1en settle such matters, too. You must tight m e sir. Do you hear me-fight me !" Of course I hear, and I never refuse to ac c ep t a challe nge! Dead wood Dic k replied grace fully. "You having preferred the challenge, it b eco m es my pleasure to the weapons. Gents. i s n o t this so!" And Dic k addressed the crowd generallf." Ayl" came the r espo n sive shout. 'Who challenges doesn't c h oose " Then I would respectfully name the weaponsi for this occasion to be unhealthy hen fruit-that; is rotten eggs!" Dick said with a broad grin. CHAPTERV. TRE LOUDES T DUEL ON RECORD. THE crowd uttered a ringing shoat of ap prova l. Already they wera in strong admiration and with the coo l gent fro m Deadwood, w ho was a lways ready to side with the w eaker party if that party was in tbe right. And then, t h e idea of a rotten -Bgg duel was s o extrem ely nove l and s uggestive of a laugh1 that the proposition was h a iled with genera! approbation. "The1;' s ther ticket! E ggs f e r weapons-who has got any genuine smel1ers!" a mine r cried eagerl y "Eggs! eggs! who's got any ancient Bill Murphy has got fifteen d ozen!" a towns. man announce d I'll go fetch e m! And away toward the grocery store the man dashed, in quest of the heI\. fruit. St.op I stop I I protest against this outrage!" M a xfi e ld cried, in horror. I am a gentleman -no t a ruffian to fight with things of a dis g ustin g and off e n s ive nature E ither you must u se the regula r dueling weapon s or I will not e n gage-. '' !We'll see about that, you villain, Captain Fanny cried1 as she s e ized a pair of r evolvers fro m Di ck's n elt, and cocking the m, h eld the m level e d at Maxfield's h ead. "This gentleman was kind enough t o i nterfere in my behalf, and

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Deadwood Dick or Deadwood. 13 JOU challenged h i m, which1 by the r egular duelinsure the purtection of this pretty gali::vhiJe the In g code gave him the ehmce of weapons to be great Deadwood Dick pastes New x orky all used. Now you would like to back out, like the ovtir with rare old perfume. coward you are, but you can't come it! You've Am! promptly beside Captain Fanny the in got to do just as the gentleman here, wi sbes or surance man planted himself, a huge pair of reJ'Ou'll get twelve bullets lodged in your thick volv ers in his grasp. Akull That's jus t what kind of a hair-pin I run Edwin Booth Snowbank stood not far away, -and my name is Mrs. Fanny Flash-othe rwise bis eyes rolling comically, and a broad grin upon Captain Fanny I" his face. Deadwood Dick gave a start, for until now he Hope me die ef dis yar nigge r wouldn't like had been ignorant of whose cause he was es-to see> de old woman sail in on de lan'scape, DOusing. jes about now! Go 'way off, chile. How she "Yeshmy nobby pilgrim, the lady spmks the would s'prise dat dar Yuba! Bet youh life dat truth," e said, addressing Maxfield. "You've she'd paralyze him-she'd skin 'im alive." made your b ed and you've got to lay in it"Take your place thirty paces away down in you've got to talrn a dose of eggs, or a dose of the center of the street, Ira Maxfield," Fanny cold le a d, just whichever suits your fancy the ordered "Obey, or I'll lame you I" most." Maxfield did obey, and paced off the distance "Eggs! e ggs them's the terms!" shouted the down the street. crowd. "Eithe r the New York chap has got to He was no fool, this New York sharper, but fight with eggs, or up he goes to the limb of a on the contrary was keen as glass, and under tree. H ee r cums Pottsy, now, with the eggs." stood full as well when he was at a disadvan-The miue r was seen hurrying up the street, tage as when he bad gained a point or two, with a upon his shoulder, which was Deadwood Dick also took his position, and filled with eg;gs. the n the miner, Potts, counted out the eggs in No h e n frUit cf local manufacture were these two equal piles, and carried Maxfield s share to for not a hen or chick was there known to him in the basket. exist within fifty miles of the camp. The eggs "Now, then1 gentlemen, before this sanguin had to be shipped ID from Denver and whe n ary strife beg1Ds, let me implore you to cast they came to hand two-thirds of them were your thoughts from things earth]}:, and seek sadly affected, to say the l east. your Master to forgive you I" cried ...,olonel Yuba The crowd cheered vociferously, and Honora-ID a loud voice. "It's a matter of unc ertaintl ble Mr. Maxfield looked very crestfallen, as in which clime you are going to land, and its Potts came up and deposited his unsavory burwell to be prepared, cu&s my eyes e f it ain't! den in the street. So, ef either o' you pilgrims don't know how to "Are these warranted unsound, pardner1" pray, I am prepared to do jobs of that kind wit\Dick asked, as the mine r deposited the eggs. promptness and dispatch, and on reasonablP "Waal, I'll allow-phew! smell of em, ef ye charges the price depending s o m ewhat upon don't believe it," was the reply "Murphy bas the length of the prayers and its eloquence. bin cultin' out them ar' beauties f e r a year For instance, I can do a regular bona-fide, first past, an' can vouch fer their all bein' gay and class offering of half an hour's duration for ten festive." dollars, in advance-dog cheap, bet yer life! "Good! Now, gents, this New York scoundrel The regular price is twenty-five but where two who sails under the name of the Honorable Ira birds can be hit with one stone, i always make bas been guilty of insulting a lady, a discount. Think o! it-when in all your Jives and the lady, as I hear, one of your respected did you have so profitable a job done you, at so townswomen. Therefore I have taken it upon cheap a Then, too, Jet me insure your myself to espouse her cause by offering to Jives in the sum of ten thousand dollars-anothhorsewhip him. He fires up and chall e nges me er small item of ten dollars cost to you. Verily, to meet bim in a duel, all of which I accept, and gents, it will pay you to let me do something for name eggs as the proper weapons, desiring to you." thoroughly instruct yond e r scoundrel in the "Better tackle the New Yorker. He w1ll ways of wisdom without rE>sorting to the oldne e d consolation before he swallows all this hen time instrument. of defense med by our forefruit," Deadwood Dick suggested, with a ligb1. fathers. The turns are that the parties of this laugh. duel shall takE' their places in the r,enter of the "Ah! yes! exactly. My dear beloved brother, street h ere, twenty paces apart, and each hav-somewhere upon the tablets of the church of Ing an equal number of eggs, will pelt each Israe l bave I seen your name enshrined," Yuba. other until the eggs are exhausted, or one or U1e cried, advancing toward the capitalist. Let other cdes 'enough!' Anrl the first one who me the n do something for you, ere you arearanre. "r ma minis te1 of the gospe l, anrl yon j es come right straight foremost ba .. t<, for verily I m11y hA of some comfort, to bim that 'i: sw'ar to r.oorlne ss ef you ebher gits any dat shAll bE> stric1'Pn. in his c1Prnrtin!!-" momen ts. on1PletLe spl::itte r P
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Deadwood Dick of -dwoec1. "I'd advise that the whole crowd rettre to the sides of the street, and give us the center1 Dick said, for eggs are difficult things oo throw, and some one standing near might get an egg intended for the sharp, yonder. Get ready, Y orky, and when you hear three counted, let 'em slide!" Maxfi e ld nodded. He was pale with rage, and had already armed himself witb a handful of the fruit, ready for use. Dick did the same. "Now, then, all is ready," he said. "Colonel Yuba, will you count one, twoi three1" "Will I? Waal, I opine will!" the man from Yuba Dam replied. Verily he has no heart who can r e fuse to accommodate." All became silence. The crowd had retreated to the side of the street, as much as possible, to get out of reach of the eggs. The very fact that they were pronounced '' unwe ll," was enough to cause every party except those concerned in the duel, to beat a hasty retreat out of range of the afore said weapons. Colonel Yuba pulled off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, unloosened his belt a notch-the n cried: ''Onef,Twol THREE!" It the signal for the beginning of the novel duel. No sooner was t.be word "three" fairly out of the minister's mouth, than D e adwood Di ck dextrously burled one of the eggs at the New Yorker; the latter was scarctl!y an instant later in following suit. Smash! Dick's missile struck the Honor able Ira square between the eyes, and the U'lsavory contents were scattered liberally over his coun tenance. By dint of expert dodging, Dick of D eadwood escaped the egg hurled at him, and it pass e d on, and spent its force against the side of Grave yard George's head. Roars and shrieks of laughter escaped the crowd of spectators. Such sport as this bad n e'er before been wit nessed in the town of Skelet o n Bend, and its ludicrous character ''tickled" every oue, down to the oldest inhabitant. "Time!" s houted Yuba, fairly d ancing with delight. "Verily, the brethren do finely. Give the Yorker a chance to wipe off his bazzoo, you Richard of Deadwood-then proc eed with your funeral." "How do yo u like it, New York1" Fanny Flash called out, triumphantly. "Getting your pay in advance, ain't you?" "Curses on you!" the capitalist shouted, sav agely. "You shall pay for this! For every egg that strikes me, I'll cut short one year of your miserable existence-mark that!" "Oh! you will, eh?" Dick cried. "I have ap pointed myself guardian of the lady, sir, for a time, and any gnulges you have against her, you can settle with me. Ready, now." The next instant Maxfield got an old residenter" fair in his mouth, which he had opened to hurl back some reply, and the crowd fairly the trembfu with their shl'ieki of laughter and derision. BN!lll de life of dis yar child, If dis de wu'st eggsageration ob de true instinks ob low comedy dat I ebber saw. How old Shakespee r would sigh to see his noble ideas ob dueling thus ly discomflooberated I Verily, there is nebber a hope for Hamlet in dis yar town-but, ohl goodness! dar is a big openin' hyar for Doell Banclis, Berry Mitchel and Count Johannes!" Maxfield spat the filthy mess from his mouth, amid frightful curses; then, seeming stung to desperate madness, be seized a handful of the sickl_y smelling eggs, and commenced to hurl them with all the rapidity he could muster. Not to be beaten at bis own game, Dick fol lowed bis opponent's example to the letter, and the way the eggs flew through the air was live ly, to say the lea s t. And two things there were, most wonderful to relate-one was, that never an egg left tbg ba'lds of the ex-road-agent but what bit the capitalist-the other was, that burl bis missiles as dextrously as was in his power, Maxfield could not succeed in bitting his man, for, with all the triumphant and agile moves of a profes sional base-ballist, did Deadwood's dashing r& presentative dodge the eggs, until every egg of either party was exhausted without bis getting a flizzard." But, in the appearance of Maxfield, there was a change indeed. From head to foot was be stuccoed the loathsome substance of the a more horrible plight for a man to be in w1L a thing to imagi n e "Guess you won't want any more omelet, will you?" interrogated. "On cours e he won't!" Yub!I. asseverated, grancliloquently. "A man w'ot's afeard to inure, orter he pasted all over jest as thet ornery skunk. Ef be bad cum up lik e a man, he'd had paj"for all this." "I'll have my pay, yet!" Maxfi eld groaned, as he staggered away. All rjgbtl When y9u want it. just walk right up to the captain's office and settle," Dick sent back. The crowd began to disperse. 'l'h e battle was apparently at an end for the time being-anrl then, there was another and more powerful inducement to cause the spectators to seek another locality. And no one with half a nose could reasonabl)I ask why, for cl1e sickening smell created by "he breaking of the eggs was lib erally distributed about the place where the duel had occurred. And such a rare old had nrwer struck the town since the earliest recollection of the oldest inhabitant. "Come! this is not a good place for a lady," Dick said, approaching Fanny. "Allow me to see you to :vour home." She readily accepued, at the same time giving him a glance of warmest admiration as she took bis arm and they walked away. The crowd paused to stare, for, undisputedly, they made a fine appearance. This man from Deadwood was the ideal of gallantry and grace when be chose to "put on the lugs." Dick accompanied the "widder" as far as her shanty, and was about to leave her, when she interrupted him:

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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. lf "You must not go yeti" she said. "Come fntD the house. I woula like to speak with you." Of course he obeyed. It would have been a breach of etiquette to have r efused-and then-Somehow the bright eyes that gazed so fearlessly and winningly into bis own, bad the effect to inspire him with admiration for their fair owner. Within the shanty, they both became seated Captain Fanny in the doorway, and Dick in the center of tbe apartment. "Now I will tell you what I want," the widow said, thoughtfully. "I wish to be advised what to do." "Ab! you flatter me. You can perhaps find a better advise r than I." "Nol not if I wr.s to sear c h the m.,Jing country over. You am keen of perception, coo l, brave, and above all, intelligent. All this I have studied out, in what little I have seen of you. Any one could safely take your opinion, and abide by it." "I thank you fo r your good opinion of me, Mrs. Flash. If there is anything I can do for you. you need not hesitate to command me." "And you need not fear that I am so bashful a s not to do so," she r eplied, archly. "What I wished to say was, that I want to enlist you in my service as an adviser and defender. This man, Maxfield, has come here with the apparent intention to c heat me out of the mining interests that reverted to me at the death of my poor ill-fated husband. Perhaps he can do so, but he shall not sucC'eed without a struggle on my part. If you will listen I will relate to you the precise substance of the interview to-day, which resulted in my taking to weaoons defen sive." Dick acknowledged his readiness w give audience, and accordingly the pretty widow related all that transpired in the interview, as accur'ltely thoug h she bad made a memoran-dum of the / Dick beard h e r through, his brows darkening at the recital. I had no idea that tho fellow was half as bad a villain as that," he was fain to confess, "or I'd have neverJet him off with a simple in of eggs. He evidently has bad this little thing a ll planned out some time, and by Jove l it looks JUSt as if he might have been concerned in the untimely lynching of your hus band." "Indeed, it does seem strange that he should happen here unintentionally, so soon after my husband's death,'' Fanny replied. "Ah, sir! matters look darker now to me than they eve r did before." "Take courage, and do not despair, my dear lady. If this New Yorker doubl e discounts me, h e will have his bands full. I'm a sort of a guardian angel, you see, and I make it my bus i n ess to fight on the side of the weak and unprotected." "But you have not yet told me your name; which, indeed, is scarcely strange, as we have had no introduction." "My name is a notorious one was the reply. "One you may have heard before-Deadwood Dick, of Deadwood." "What? the great outlaw1'1 ''Not an outlaw now, though once I was," ti. young man r e plied. "Then I have beard of you. Do you remem ber of being captured one night by Indians, several years ago, and left bound and helpless o n the prairie, while a great sea of fire swept adown the plains toward you?" I do not thmk I eve r forgot a thing that happened to me, from infancy, up. But why do lou ask!" Because, when the flames were n o t a mile off two riders dashed up, set you free, and the n swept o n. You hurled your thanks after them, and plunged away to escape the fire." And my r esc u ers were-" "My bus.band and myself. I thought I r ecog nized your f eatures when I first saw you to-day, for I remembered the wild, hanc\some expr essio n upon your face on that particular night; it impressed me with a feeling of admiration, oven though l l oved only my husband." "Then I must doubly thank you n ow, for which I had no time to do then," Dick said, warmly. "I would be more than an ingrate, not to offe r you all the assistance in my power. As you say, there is a dark outlook-one which seems to point to the fact that Maxfield may possibly win, as he has money to purchase friends and influence. But, I have a little o f the filthy lucre myself, and I can make it warm for bim. But, how is it about this first hus band of yours! Do you beli eve what Maxfield said, in regard to bis being alive?" "Ob, sir! I scarcely know whether to believe it or not. If h e still lives, the n there must be such a thing as r e'turning to !ifA after death, for he died-everybody knows that, here in the B e nd. God forbid, if it is true that he has come back!" "Ahl then you were not on pleasant terms?" "No. He was ugly-brutal and unmanly. H e often used to beat me, at no provocation at all, and I never knew a peaceful hour while I was married to him: for he seemed to take an unholy delight in tormenting m e and devising the most exqui site torture for my accommoda tion. You cannot wonder, then, that I felt re lieved wh<>n be died." "No. But this fellow may pos sibly be alive, whic h would be a bad thing in the start, as you would not be l egally Mrs. Flash, and that fact would make it impossible to hold the mines on heir ti tie." They conversed a while l onger, after which Dick took bis departure and went back to the "Bung-Hole." Within the bar-room of that theater of Bao chus, a scene was already drawn. CHAPTER VI. NANCE ON A. PRANCE AND CA.PTA.IN FANNY'S DEFIANCE. THE sceuA in question was rather an amusing one; indeed, when they did have a scene, at the Bend, it was generally of an amusing nature. The bar-room was well filled with pilgrims C>f the various types of c haracter that made up the camp's population, from the genteel citwln or

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i6 Deadwood Dick of Dead wood. sharp, down to the veriest bullwhacker and ruffian. Crouching in ono corner was the combined minister and insurance man, Colonel Yuba, while in front of bim stood a brawny, rawboned woman, witb sharp, angular features, and mussy hair, a qua e r-looking party, with a posi tively ugly expres sion of countenance, a red nose, an'.i toothless woman whose at tire comisted of a pau of stogy shoes upon un stockinged feet, bloomers that rea<>hed to the ankle s, a flaring red petticoat and green waist, and a corn-colored skyscrap3r bonnet upon her head, gayly ornamented with loud iibbons and rosettes. And this party stood in a tr,,,;ic attitude b() fore the cowering colonel, with at) umbrella, or rather the literal skelet.Jn of one-upraisel threateningly in her grasp. "Oh! I've got you you skunk!" she vocifer ated, fero;:iously. "Ye needn't stand tha ra a winkin' an' a -b iinkin' like as ef ye was afeard o' bein' skun alive. Ynu know what t a r expect, don't ye, you infarnal d esate ful old sun-of-a gun. Ohl you viper! you critt3r--shall I pe e l the hide ofl"m you, right heer afore this crowd of gawpin' galoots1 Shall I disse c t you, I say, treacherous lizzard'l-you l ying ras<',ally s ca;:>e grace-you miserable apology of a humin "Nol no! don't yo'.! tach mer Yub!l. crie:i pleadingly. "Don't you hit me, you old virag J Gentlemen, I appeal to you to take off this vicious old termagant--re scue a poor pillar of the church of Israel from the clutches of a modern Philistine!" "What! what! call me a virag;o and a term'l gant, will you!" the w::>m'ln fairly shiiekei, hitting Yuh1 a whack on the head w1Gh he um brella. "Ohl Yank Yuba, I'll teacn you th'Ol.t I'm your master, and that ye can't run over un. Ohl you son-of-a-gun! jest wait till I get you back to Yuba, Dam-wan't I tau your p elt fer you1 won't I make you dance though! Au' yo needn't appeal ter the crowd, neither-'twou't do no goodi.. fer I'm old Nance Yuba from Yuba Dam, a n 1 can lick any pilgrim in the room, every day in the week, ef 1 am ola and hanj This assertion elicited a loud laugh fro:n the Altogether Skeleton Ben:i w a s blmBoming out into a first-class repositC>ry for qneer characters. "Oh! you n ae:ln't laff!" announce::! Edwin B:ioth Snowbank, from his perch on tf)p of a barrel, where h9 was the scene, hu!?;A ly. "Dat old rat-eater m eans bizu e ss, you bet, now, an', l:iress you, she's as she looks, all de time. Yas.i sah! An' w'eu she let's inte r Yankee Doodle x uba, why, youh jes' orter see ile fur flJ; I Oh I I tells youh she's a bad plum, is dat yer Nance!" "Ned! Nedi verily I do helieve thou art for saking thy master and the church of Israeli" the colonel groaned, keeping a watchful eye upon the umbrella in the grasp of his confronter. After a.11 the holy teaching I have given you, canst thou see me suffer insult and abuse!" "'Spect, Mass'r Yank, I kin watch de ole tenpin lam it to you wid more genume composed11ess, lian dough she was raisin' dis yar chile l" Ned replied, with a grin. "You see dar's a pile of differunce, too-you'se bin dar afore, an' has got a heap of knowlyedge about how it works, while dis yar chile i s merely a novic e 'Spect a feller kin hab religyum, too, ef he don't mix up in quarre ls wid de common white trash, an' git his skull dislocated; by golly yes! Feel mighty bad for you, Mass'r Yuba, but I can't help it 'deed I can't. Ef dis yar pusson was to attoinpt your rescu e dar'd be trouble, for suah, and jes' as like as not dar'd be gore spilt-gore! bloo. 'Oh! she's a reg'lar ole wildcat, suah's you lib, I tole you." This ended the sport, and the crowd having become thirsty adjourned to the to lubricate, much to the satisfaction of R e d Roxy, who registered a silent vow never to turn away a queer character who had any evidence of fun in him, for it was always after having a little amusement that the "boys" bec11me thirsty, and walked up to the "captain's office." Three days passed, at Skeleton Bendwarm.

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Deaawood Dick of Deadwood. n 1runny day:;, when the sky was a deep blue, and small town are certain to be aware of other Jld Sol's warm glances were counteracted by a people's business better than their own, and, pleasant breeze wbich blew down the valley, of course there were remarks-not a few, but 1icr oss t he sandy flats. many. The miners toiled away in their usual routine And as might ha>Ve been expected, they were of labor-some in the golden sands upon the of no complim entary nature. llats; others in t he depths of underground Dick mentione d, or rather hinted at the fact B1im" ', to which numerous shafts and slopes l e d to Captain FannY., but her lip only curled in I be seorn. t ho above mention e d days Deadwood "Let them talk," she said, angrily. "TalkDic k lom1G;ed about the camp, visited the mines ing n ever killed a person yet. It i s none of Hml took matters easy, at the same time keep-tbei r business if all the gentlemen in the town ing a thorough outlook fo r hi s surroundings and came to see me. I defy those who would slan maintaining a close watrh of the m o v e m ents of dcr m e and consider them beneath my noti"e. two m e n, namely-Honorable Ira Ma.,'Cfield of If y o u are seen to call on me, it is my business New York, aud the ruffian, Graveyard George. to r eceive or dismiss you." B oth had very much quieted down, neither That ended the matter, so far as Dick was noticing the young ex-chief. concerned. He knew there was utterly no t:Jtill it d id not escape the unde rstanding of r easo n for remark, as his visits were purely of Deadwood D: ck, that there was an undercurrent a bus in ess nature; and as long as there was no gradually working against him-as i t were, unobjJction on the part of of the" widder," it was dermining him of what litt le founuation b e had proper for him to use and c onsult his own con by his cooln e ss and boldness earned. ven\ence 1 Of course be knew tha t M axfield and tho About noon of the third day the lively mule-drfrer ere at work. The New Yorker scene last r'ecorded, Dick chanced to be passing bad m oney, and he was s0cretly up the the Flash shanty, whe n he saw Fanny standing rough s of t be tom1 b y the J :beral u se of it. in the doorway, motioning him to approach. Graveyard George, t oo had a d ea l of infl.uShe was looking more charming than ever, ence among the average citizens, and it became attired in a pretty pink mull dress and her hair ap_Parent that he Wl)S u s ing it in turning the braide d in two strands, schoo l-girl fashion, rmn ds of such people against this citizen from down her back. Pead wood. "Come in," she said, as Dick approached, "I Dick was too keen not to notice the covert have cooked a nice little dinne r expressly for ;;cowls that the bolder of the roughs l eve led at ourse lves, and you must dine with me." him n o r h o w they gathered in groups, and "Do you think it would be best!" Dick asked, nodded, l ooked grim, and sometimes pointed toa little doubtfully-" especially since there is ward him. talk!" A sto:m was brewing, whic h sooner or later Then;)ust as be spoke came the thought what was d esti ned to buryt upon him i n its full force would valamity say, were she to see him dining was a s good as an indorsed fact, and he with another woman, and that woman pro bad firmly concluded that he did not care how nounced a dangerous one-for a few kindly-dis soon it came, for he was r esolve d if it came posed miners bad aheady hinted to him the fact to a pitched battle, to make a hole in the popu-of Fanny's conquest power. lation of Ske l eton B end, which would forever "Best, of course it will be best," Fanny said. attar be a warning to the citizens never to tackle "If I want you to dine with me is it anybody's a from Deadwood. bus iness! I should say not. Besides, I have H e called occasionally upon the" widder," as d ec ided yon are the man to superintend the she had b ee n rechris t ened, and r eported such Clipper Mine." news as he deemed advisahle, or might be of inAccordin&lY Dick yielded, although it was terest to h er. secretly witn reluctance. The furtbe r their a cquaintance progressed A pleasant dinner, and a good one, it proved the more Dick was forced to a ckno wledg e a to be. kindling admfration for h er, for she had many The Captain was an excell ent cook, and then noWe trait5 of character; and the n, the same she was a fascinating conversationalist, two fascination-the literal spell of enchantment v ery valuable r equisitions to a pleasant meal. that had attacked many a pilgrim who had When they had finished, she said: formed h e r was gradually gain"Here is a paper which I have drawn up. ing a bold upon him. Not that h e bad forgot-and want you to post up at the entrance to the ten or ceased to l ove the girl who bad been Clipper shaft. It will give those who r ead it to faitbful to him so l ong-Calamity Jane, whom understand that you have a perfect right to visit he had l eft up at L e adville, while b e came on me." into the Ske l etofi Bend districts, bent on findin g Dick received the paper with some curiosity, and purchasing a mining -property on which to and glanced it over. make a home for him self and her. The contents occupied a page of foolscap, and No: be bad not ceased to think of her lovingly was pen-printed, as follows: -but then u NOTICE H e could not help admiring this fascinating '"" : Fanny Flash. That was the whole sum total of .o WaoM IT MAY CoNCERN-Notlce1sbQr& t"e I by dulv gweu, that T, Fanny Flash, SOLE PRO :r . PRIETRESS of the Clipper Mine, have this day ap The townspeople were v ery cogmzant of his pointed Deadwood Dkk of Deadwood my llOle visits to the Flash shanty, as the people of every agent, and superintendent of my business' lntereltia.

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ti Deadwood Dick ot Deadwood. As a llrm, w e will contract to furnish readyma de ooftlns for tl.oose who mind our business better than they do their own Signed: "FANNY F L ASH, The' Widder. " There! post that in a conspicuous place, and consider yourself engaged in my employ at a salary of two hundred d ollars a month," the young woman said. CHA:e:l'ER VII. CUTTHROAT REAPPEARS. THAT evening tbe tri-wee k!y stage rolled along across D ea d Man's Flat, into the town, lade n down, as usual, with passengers of every nationality, nearly, and all types of character were represented in the crowd of both sexes that dis embarked from the old "hearse," but, that was not a remarkable coincidence, for hardly two of a kind was there to be found among all of the inhabitants of Skeleton Bend. Among those arrivina-, tbe goo:lly share were miners-rough, uncouth fellows. all ready and equipped for working in the mines; but then, there were also the u sual sprinkling of women and a few wel!-dresse:l m en-the$ latter might <1afely be classed either speculators, sharps, or sports. Among the m .was a dark-browed f e llow, with eyes to match, swarthy complexion, and a long, black mustache-thick-set and villainous looking in the extreme, and well provide d with belt weapons. He l eft the hearse" and entered the hotel, with a swagger, and approaching tbe bar, or dered whisky, which the obliging Red Roxy set forth. It so chanced that the Honorable Ira Maxfield had stepped up "to lubricate bis throttle valves" at this same juncture, aud in raising the glasses to their lips, the two men turned nearly facing each other, and eyes met. The result was simultaneous-the glasses dropped from their hands to the floor, and ex clamatious of incredulity escaped the stranger and tbe capitalist. "Weil, by thunder! How are you, old man1" the former cried, putting out his hand. I hadn't the least idea. your old shell was held to gether by earthly ties." "But you now realize your mistake," Max field replied, with a chuckle "But, Milton, my son, you are looking well and hearty. Getting rich. I dare say!" Devilish rich I" the other replied, sarcastic ally. "Haven't put by a thousand since I came West. All I could get went for sundries. Have a bonanza laid out now, however, which prom ises large returns." "Ab! is that so? I am glad to hear it. Let's take something at our leisure:" They retired to a table in a deserted part of the room and became seated, after which Max field ordered a bottle of wine and cigars. "Now tell me of your good fortm.e," he said, eagerly. "It pleases me to know that you have some fair prospects." The pleasure thereat being hightened by the nope that you may be able to get a smell," Milton replied, sarcastically. Don't. mind telling f OU. however, that I'm figuring after a oortain little stake known as the Clipper mine-with a widow at the end of it." "The devil I Why, l'm working to gain pos session of that same property I" the New Yocker decl9 red, excitedly. l::"o I heard, and that's perzactlv what induceo. me to meander down this the other retorted, gruffly. "You've got to drop your as pirations m favor of me." "Get out!" the capitalist cried. "Don't I al ready own the mine? Fred Flas h was my step son, and having 110 other heir the mine descenda to me." "Humph! we'll see about that. I'd awfully hate to carve my own father, who gave me such a good start in the world a f ew years since, on the tOe of his boot; but, business is business, and I must have a piece out of the mine, or bang goes your shanty into teetotal collapse That's jus t the kind of a hair-fastene r I am I" "But, my d ea r boy, listE>n to r eason-," the New Yorke r said, persuasively "Right is right, and cash makes right. Let m e induce you to withdraw your claim in favor of mine; money is no object to me-the mine is, for witb it I intend to rake in the widow Betwixt you and me, too, it was through my clever planning that Flash got his head into the noose. N o t a word of this outside, now, for it would gr against me, and if the widow should ever get note of it, all" of love's young dream would vanish." Milt Maxfield laughed loudly. "You cussed old whelp!" he said, coolly. "I'll be sho t if you ain't the cheekiest dad a fel ler ever had. Seems to me your cheek petrifies more and more, the olJer you g row. That's pretty good of you-that pun about lov e 'a young dream-ha! ha! R eminds me of elysium dreamlets and rotten Hal. ha! I beard about your getting mucilated by that pilgrim Dick, of D eadwood Guess there' s not much hope for you as far as the widow is concerned,: and as for your putting Flas h out of time, l happen to know that's a lie because I was the Judge Lynch that officiated on that little occa sion myself!" "What! what! You tell m e this'!" "I have that honor. No offense because you wanted to steal a little of another man's thun d er, however; but, you see, I happened to have the ventilator key to that little lie." "Well, let that r. ass, then," Maxfield said rather sh0'pishly. 'Now, you say you intend to have a piece out of this Clipper Mine, e h?" "Mos t assuredly, yes ., I shouldn't hev went to any trouble had I not an object in view. I intend to have J.t big piece, too." "Humph! That's easy enough to say, but., in the next place, how are you going to ge it 1 Oh I I'm going to marry the widder, to start with, and get possession of the property ward." "Ohl you are! Maybe you'll get her, and then, again, maybe y o u won't. She gave me a public cowhiding, and then got a young ruffian to paste me over with rotten eggs, all because J propos ed to her." Milt Maxfield laughed uproariously. "I should have liked to witness that
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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. 11 rtus," !m said. "No wonder, you old fool, that llhe mittened yo u You've neither yonth, fasci11atioll, por beauty, like your dutiful son." "But I have the rocks," the elder Maxfield "'bu ckled "the greenbacks-the glittering co ins. Hal ha! Youth and beauty pales before s u c h opposition-ehY But, come-come! Fill up j"Our g lass. We cannot afford to be at swords' points, and must amicably arrange thls matter." They tossed of!' a couple of glasses of wine piece, and then lit cigars. "Now, then, to business," the capitalist re1JUmed. "What kind of occupation have you been in since rou've been sojourning h ere in the h ills my son?' "Well, various styles, and patterns dark, I should say," was the answer. "Sometimes a miner, sometimes gambling, sometimes disinflat ing highway conveyances and footsor e pilgrims. Under thls latter professional calling, I have been successful in achieving some fame under the handle of Captain Cutthroat." Ah I a road-agent, eh I Th en, you are in l eague with the fellow they call D eadwood Dick. eh!" "i opine not. I run my own 1>hop. Beside s, this Deadwood Dick a deserter of the profession and betow an h o n es t road agent's notic e." "Hal ha! pretty good. Now, my boy, I see that you are not at all troubled with scruples, and so I am going to talk turkey to you. Which would you rather have as a choice-the wielder :>r the mine?" of 'em Captain Cutthroat replied, 11ententiously.
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Deaawood Dick of prlnoe to bo 1eft unmolest.ed, for soon Into the saloon the ruffian, Graveyard George came tumbling, "half seas over," and evidently ripe for a quarrel. Dick being the first be came ro, was of course the first to catch bis attention, and he stopped directly in front. Hillo !" he grunrod with a savage le er. "So et's you, is it! Tbo't I told you ter git out o' hvar towu." "Oh! did y o u!" Dick replied, carelesslf "If you did, I really must have forgotten it.' / "Well, ye know it now, durn yer picture; so git!" "What for! I'm very comfortable, here." "Yas-I see you aire. But it ain't comfort able fer me to see ye around this hyar town, an' so I want ye to climb out. I'm boss o' ther camp, an' my.name is Graveyard George, 'cause I killed the first pilgrim ter dedicate ther new cemetery, down yonder on Dead Man's Flats, an' when I order 'em, they got to pass or I turn a trump. So git, now, for I mean business." If that's the case, you and I may as well settle," and Di ck arose to his feet. A miner stoo:i n ea r and he addressed him: Who is t he chief magistrate, or who has the governing power in this town?'' John Schmidt has,'' was the reply leastwise h e is justice, mayor, 'chief of regulation, an' common council, all in one. That's him-the pussy Dutchman." Dick caught Schmidt's eye, and motioned him to approach, which he did. "Vel, vat you vaut?" he queritld, surveying the man from D e adwood, critically. "I want to know if yo\1' have a hearse and coffin near at h and!" the replied. "Yas, I dink so,'' S chmidt answered. "Vot for'P' "Because if you have, you'd either b etter be getting them in r ead iness, or else put this man, Graveyard George, out of my reach1 for if he doesn't proceed immediately to mina his bus i ness, I shall give the town of Skeleton Bend a chance to put on CHAPTER VITI. A STREET SPECTACLE. GRA\fEYARD GEORGE s e emed rather dazed at the utterance, but Schmidt chuckled good naturedly. Dot B all right," he declared. Er dot feller don'd ..-as let you somevat a good d eal alone, yust you spli t him vid a cleaver.'' "Mmd-I warn you, if you do not remove hnn, I'll kill him,'' Dick said. "His life will be on your head, not mine, as I gave you notice to t9.ke hini away." "I don'd vas dake any of dot description,'' the worthy Schmidt s'l.id, making a wry face as he waddled toward the bar. I dake noddinks btrt lager." "On oourse he don't!" Gravel.ard bellowed, looking eminently ferocious,-' ner tbar ain't ary a galoot in this hyar camp as ain't afraid o' ther Undertaker." You lie there," Dick of Deadwood retorrod. "I am not afraid of a dozen of your precise t1haracter and patt,ern. If you doubt it, and think it worth while to buck against me in yolll" Insolent fashion1.just waltz out here fnllo the air, and we will start a meat market wit.bi:>u delay!" And, following his words, which w ere audib in every part of the room, the man from Dead wood marche d out of the "Bung-Hole" saloo into the middle of the street. With a fierce curse, Graveyard George follow ed; then the crowd came also. Search the whole mining country over, and i is doubtful if more than twenty men out o every hundred, would not rather go without good square meal, than mis s a good street fighfl or quarrel. D*dwood Dick took his position in the middle of the street1 just opposite the door to the saloon -Gra veyara George took his pose further down. Evidently he was determined not to get too near, until he was sure of what the result was to b e In five minutes the street was black with people, who flocked around, forming a sort of rinF, around the two men. Gentlemen!" now cried Diclr, in ringing tones, I came to this town to l:riind my own business, but I find that I am to have assistance. The loafer yonder with a cemetery bitched to his name, has ordered me out of the pl ace and I refuse to go, whereat b e shows fight. I request ed your town mao-istrate to interfe re, and cor rect the chap's behavior1 whereat h e r efuses. I engage in a quarrel with the aforesai d loafer, I shall kill him. The r efo re, if any of you ar inrorested in hi s welfare, please remove hi while he yet gripes his wind. If you fail comply with this reasonable request, I shall make an example of him for others to profit by. I am not disposed to pick a quarr e l with bim o with any one except on provocation-but I neve was known to be drummed out of a town, excep in return I acknowledged the fav o r in a wa peculiar to myself. Furthermore, my beare there has come to my notice the fact that an little respect f o r my individual self that I ma have created among you, is being undPrmin I understand it all, and know to whom thecau can justly be assigned-the snob and scoundre whom I egged, being the man; his loose cas being th will of no more trouble-or shall I enlist in the littl service?" "Mebbe you'd betror try it," Gravey George growled. Ef et be a dooel ye want all you've got 1;er do is nominate your weapo I roll yer." The crowd was silent. Evidently nobO
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Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. bands," be said coolly turning to th!) Un ker. "We will decide this thing in a rough d tumble scuftl.e, and the one who gets bis eek broke can consider himself the vanquished. t ready!" and he emphasized his declaration y throwing off bis bat, coat and vest, and tanding in bis shirt e.nd lower garments. In this much, he pleased the crowd, for in no t of the world is a resolute mau admired as ucb as iu the West. Graveyard George a minute, bis ight hand lurking in the neighborhood of his istol-belt in a way that seemed to indicate bat he bad much rather settle the difference at safe distance from the bard fists of the exoad-agent. "Come I come!" a voice cried, and the lanky gure of Col. Yank Yuba pushed forward, closely followed by his ebony companion. No fiunky business hyar, feller-citiz e ns. Ef thet ar' Graveyard chap ain't a-goin' tcr do tber fair wiggle in thls beer leetl e shake, he can't show no band at all, by thunder! I'm a disciple uv ther Church of Israel, an' hev converted sum thirty or more of the Yuba Damites, but, cus s m;r boots with all my r e ligi o us principles, ef I will stand meekly by an' see shennanigun practiced-no sir-ee I'll spill blood first I" "Ayl blood! gore/-co11gulated crimson I" Edwin Booth Snowbank cried, tragically; "we must diffuse its deep-hued currents rather than that Hamlet, the noblest of all de Siberians, shall not be met with fair play! Plenipotentate dis yar chile's perluvial system, ef dem ain't de prime facts before dis yar court!" "Come! pull off yer duds, an' perigrinate right up ter tbet man from Deadwood, ef ye've got a smidge of heeroic marrer in yer back bone!" Yuba continue d, addressing the ruffian. "None o' yer fe elin' fer yer weapons, fer, ter pull one o' 'em will be tber means o' yer slippin' yer wind. Yes, sir-ee, my man-Yuba am I, 9f Yuba D a m an' a minister of the Gospel, whose bizness it is ter inspire pious thoughts inter my flock o' two-legged Jambs-but, by the thunderin' blazes! ef you don't come to time without enny o' yer slippery hoots, cuss my old blind rnu ie' s l eft bind paw ef J don't bury reli gion in -tbcr innermcst corner o my reverend stockin', an' fill yer carcass so full o' preJ>ared '{llumba ;:o that ye'll fetch double yer w::>rth for sodderin' block." And to b>tck bis assert1vn, the reverend Colo nel whipped out a pair of navy revolvers, the equals of which in siz e and uninviting aspect had never been seen at the Bend. During all the talk Deadwood._Dick had stood witb folded arms calmly awaiting the issue, as unconcerned as though the crowd were his warmest friends, and bis opponant a mere child with whom to contend. "Yas, git down ter biz, you white pussons, or dis yar chile w ill afflict you with a recitation ob Hamlet, in de Shakespearean tongue. Yas, sah. l'se a bad man when I orate. I gets en fired wid de spirit ob 'tbusiasm. I raises my voice to secb a wextent dat de ben'Y earf trembles wid de power ob my inspired eloquentious ness. Sometimes dis yar great tragedian bah been known to draw this yer large Toleder blade, in a moment ob enthusiousness, an' wade right into de populace, in quest ob gore intent, in de belief dat he was de ole mun Hamlet his self, in quest ob scallups-for suah, sah I So you better commence dis yar funeral at once, chil'ren, before I am tempted to spout a wbirlpoolisb torrent ob burnin' Shakespearean !aver at ye." "Yes, if the loafer has any intention of meet ing me, he had better jerk off his raiment, and come at me, before I die of ennui!" Dick an nounced, laughing. "No weapons except our natural ones; the scrimmage to be rough-andtumble, and the intention mutually to make the opponent's heels break bis neck." Graveyard George was loth to take a band in such a scramble with a man of Deadwood Dick's physical possibilities, and probably would have flunked,' bad not he feared to inh erit the con tents of Yuba's tremendous revolvers. He was at heart an arrant coward. and to "take water" now he rightly believed would be disastrous, and be therefore began t-0 prepare for the fight, by stripping to the waist, and re moving his rough feet covering. Dic k also r e moved bis boots, but not his socks. Then the two men face deach other, the Un d!'rtake r savage in aspect, the ex-road-egent, composed and defiant. "That's the sermon fer ye?" Yuba of Yuba Dam cried, delightedly. "You both look like a reg'Jar pair o' Philadelphia smashers-praised he the chmch of Israel! Thar was my old dad, Bill Yuba, used to be a bruiser, until he got a b elt in the stummick what forever collapsed his balloon. Git ter work, now, boyees, fer tber crowd ar' anxiously awaitin', an' so am II Verily, my fodd e r receptacle feels as if the good church of Israe l bad been on a long fast, and joy shall be mine when I can once more buy the staff of this life, wherewith to satisfy the cravings of a voracious appetite. But, until some pilgrim passes in bis checks, and gives me a chance to make a few last md remarks over his inanimate mud, am I destined not to bear the jingle of loose coin in my pocket, or experience the gratifying effects of a good square meal in the interior gentleman. Verily the ser vants of the good cause deserve such spiritual consolation as they get, as an off-set agaili!lf such material consolation as they do not get. "Bress youh life, Marse Yankee Do o dle, ef dem ain't one ob de trufefullest truefs w'ot you's expelled from your maxim-trap in Eeven ages ob cats!" E. B. Snowbank cried. in seeming sober earnestneS.q. "De scarcety ob chuck hab bin so skeerce since I took you inter my e mploy, dat de enammul bab actually worn oJl"m dis yar tragedian's teeth fo' want of vitular gravy tat.ion-fact." Further remarks were then and there for the instant suspended, for the two men now began to approach each other with a panther-like mo tion, when suddenly with a bowl of rage Grave yard George bounded toward his enemy, like au mfuriated beast bent on the instant destruction of its prey. But in this instance the prey was too game to be destroyed so easily. A light bound aside, and Dick saw bis antagonist lunge forward with outstretched arms; then turning as quick as a flash, be caught the ruffian by the throat and

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Deadwood Dick or Dea.dwood. left leg and with a strength only credit,ed to a Samson, raised the burly body high above his head npon his hands, and held it there a mo ment, I The next instant he hurled the man to the ground with all bis strength, and the wretch muck with a dull, sickening thud. The blood gushed from his mouth, nose and ears.i. the fall had deprived him of bis senses. TberP, I" Dead wood Dick cried, glancing sternly arouud. his face slightly pale "now, who is next on the list1 Speak up, liveiy, for I want to settle any outstanding grudges there may be against me, while I've got my hand in. I gave this town an illustration of my metal not long ago, by rotten-egging a New York blackleg, and to-day I've had to give one of your fellows a lesson, consisting mainly of the fact that I'm the kind of a hairpin that always runs my own machine, and don't let out the job to a second party. Consequently, if there's any one anxious to test my capacity for fun, now's just the time to enter for the next race." Some of the crowd titt;ered--others looked menacingly angry. Graveyard George had not budged an inch, and it looked as if he had participated in his last combat. Why don't you. try to get in your work, now, Milt,_ my boy1'' the elder Maxfield whispered to Cuttnroat, near whom he stood. "There's a splendid opportunity for you to step in and kill him, and establish yourself as bully of the town-while at the same time you will be aiding our little scheme.'" "Too splendid, entirely," the outlaw replied. "I am not fond of tackling small-sized earthquakes. I've a better idea of getting rid of the fellow. The ruffian yonder probably will not live, if he is not already dead. We will take charge of his carcass-or I will, and after he is dead we will have that sport arrest;ed." To which proposition the elder Maxfield chuckled, ..,,illainously. "G:JOd thought-good thought," he said, rub bing bis hands "You are a chip.from the parent block, milt." "Come!" Daadwood Dick again cried, inquiringly gazing around-" is there no one else's neck I can break1 You have forced me to shut off the wind of one tough. by cleiiring him out, and now I'd just as lief clear out the rest of the same class of characters. while I am at it. Don't all speak at once! Come out and see me one by one, an1 without bragging l'llagree t::> furnish Skeleton Bend with a better swept street than it ever bad before. And that's tbe style of a hairpin I am!" And a hairpin, you, that ary lady in any fu'st-class town might hke to wear-cuss m;r boots ef be ain't! But, gentlemen, let thy clerical servant humbly beseech you to pan out at once, if you are going to accommodate Richard of Deadwood, for verily I am getting anxious to examine the purse of yonder recumbent indivi dll&l, to ascertain if the state of his finances be snfllciently large to 'expedite me in makin' a few professional remarks over his inanimate mud-and I will be very reasonable,_ arre.nglng the length of my essay according to tne length of laia purse." And the "preacher" from Yuba Dain, plaol!il bis hand upon his stoma.ch in a. mou.rntttl way, which made the crowd laugh. But, although requested, no man stepped forth to accommodate Deadwood's tive citizen. Too suggestive an illustration h.id he made with the undertaker for any person to Cl'ave like treatment. Seeing that he was not likely to be pitched onto singly, Dick resumed his wearing apparel and left the crowd, going straight to the shanty of Fanny Flash. He had that day made arrangements to board there, it being handy to the Clipper Mine, of which he bad taken charge as superintendent; but be lodged in the shanty that covered the mouth of the shaft. The charming little widow was busied with her household duties, and so Dick amused him self by glancini\' over a newspaper. The crowd d1Sp0rsed from the street, but he did not notice what had been done with Grave. yard George. He was well satisfied in bis own mind that he had not killed the ruffian, and therefore was but little concerned about it. Darkness had pretty well enveloped the mining-camp, and the stores and saloons were lighting up. Fanny came in from the kitchen, bearing a lighted Jami>, which she deposited upon the table where Dick was reading. "You were in trouble to-night again, I see, Mr. Harris," she said pleasantly, stauding just back <>f his chair. "I was afraid you would get hurt, and was nervous as a kitten, till I saw you throw the ruffian. Did you hurt him1" "I imagine I jarred him a little, but am not sure," Dick said with his usual smile. "I guess he'll recover-a wiser man, I hope." "You are VAry brave," the widow said, admiringly. It is a wonder some pretty girl has not fallen in love with and married youor maybe you have a love'!'' I am so fortunate as tO possess the afl'ections of such a desirable being, and am proud to acknowledge an earnest return of that affection," Dick replied. And, too, I have been married several times, but Fate has as many times de prived me of the companion of my choice. Do you not think that a girl who could remain faithful to a man even though he marry and marry again, is worth prizing'!'' "Ay-
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Deadwood Dick or Deadwood. 23 ll;l&llt in words, and as be did so, he caught a glimpse of something that caused him to utter afaintc17. In turnmg around toward the widow be faced a window which OPEJlled out into a vacant space beside the cabin. His eyes happened to fall upon the window and closely pressed against the window-pan e, he saw the unmistakable print of a human face and wildly staring eyes. With the same instant the face tlisappeared from view. Seizing bis hat, and rising from his chair, he leaped through the open door of the shanty to the street, and dashed around the building to the vacant lot. But no person could he see anywhere in that direction, in the dim gloaming of the evening. If any one had been at the side window to the shanty, that person bad taken good care to get quickly from view in some mysterious way. When Dick returned to the shanty, bis face wore a sober expression. You were inconsiderate and rash in acting as you did, Mrs. Flash," he said, gravely. "At that moment a woman was gazing in upan the scene through that side window yonder. "Pshaw! that's nothing. Two men were standing on the opposite side of the street, gaz ing in through the open doors. That's why I kissed you-I wanted to give them a little illus tration of my independence and my defiance." But the act, if seen, will not add to your good reputation." "Ba.hi The y always suspected me, uniustly, b ecause I was of a fearless disposition. I cannot change their opinion-do not care to gratify them enough. Who was the woman you say 'Was gazing in at the window?" That woman was the only one now living whom I love-the only one who is ever liable to become my wife," Dick answered. "She has followed me here for some reason-and she has caught me in a very delicate position, as you are aware. Her namea or the cognomen she always goes under, is' alamity Jane.'" CHAPTER IX. A LITTLE GAME THAT WORKED, AND so it was. Dick had recognized hllr face in an instant as that of the famous Girl Sport, and hence bis speedy exit from the shanty. But as he could not find ber, it at once occurred to him that she bad seen the kissing act, and, filled with indignation and jealousy, bad taken her flight-no one need guess where, for there were thousands of bicling-places in and about the prosperous to'Y"ll of Skeleton Bend. Indeed, the a c t of the widow was such as might make any betrothed woman jealous1 and for the life of him Dick could see no way or getting out of the very position the widow bad, by one intentionally !}armless move, placed him in. He saw that she was sorry, and did not chide her, but soon after left the shanty, and directed his footsteps toward the shanty at the mouth of the Clipper shaft. It was but a rude, barn-like slab shanty; still Dick had rigged up the interior with a cot-bed and a couple of chairs, and it offered a dry shelter to lodge under and, moreoTer, the sin gle door could be lock;d on the inside. Arriving at the shanty, he entered, and lighted a lantern which was suspended from the rafters by a string; then sat down on the foot of bis bed, and gazed thoughtfully down into t h e depths of the shaft, the round uncovered curb of which occupied the bette? portion of the center of the shanty. "That was Calamity," he muttered, "and she saw the widow me. Curse the luck! will she want any better proof of my faithless ness to her? No! this will be too great a blow to her\ and her proud spirit will not stand it. I fear tnat I have looked upon her face for the last time." He pas."8d a sleepless night, his thoughts con stantly with her whom the indiscreet act of thEt widow had undoubtedly offended. Early in the morning be arose, and went U the Flash shanty for his breakfast, which wa in waiting. "Have you seen your lady-Jove, yet1" Fanny asked, as she poured out the coffee. I am so sorry, now, that I did such a rash thing, last> evening, as it may cause her many pangs of jealousy." "No, I have not seen her, and naturally infe:r that I am not liable to, after what she saw last. night," Dick replied. "She wouldn't need many such illustrations to satisfy her of my disloyal ty." "It is really too bad; I wouldn't have done it for the world, only I saw the man who claims to be poor Fred's step-father, standing across the street in company with another man, and knew they were trying to pry into my busrness, and I wanted to show them that I did not care a whit for their opinion," the widow declared. "But, take courage, Mr. Harris. As I have been the doer of wrong, I will be the undoer. I will hunt up this Calamity Jane, as you call her\ and explain everything to her satisfaction, so tnat she can have not the least doubt of your affection for her." I'm afraid you'll find that a difficult task accomplish," Dick replied. Calamity is per haps the queerest character to tame or coax, that you could find in all the Western mining country." After finishing the morning repast be went back to the mine and set the men to work; then again left the mine1 and strolled about the town, in hopes of catcning a glimpse of Calam ity,or of learning something of her where-abouts. But sne was nowhere to be seen-nowhere to be found, evidently, for nobody appeared to know anything about such a person. In a'! probability she had left the town as quietly Ill! she came. Skeleton Bend was a lively place during the day, as well as the night, and was, then, made still livelier by the peregrinations of the man Yuba Dam and his eccentric negro servant, bunted and pursued by the vengeful Mrs. Yuba, wbo always turned up just in time to miss catching the frisky minister. And the way in which she promised to deal with the aforesaid Yank if she succeeded in capturing him, catered strongiy to the risibili ties of the citizens.

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... Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. It was a long, anxious, unsatisfactory day to got that opinion of yourself, you are liable te Deadwood Dick, and be was glad when it came have to change it. I am not the kind of a man night, for after partaking of his supper, he went to stand long on words. You see, I want pas.. directly to his rude lodgings in the shaft-house. session of this Clipper Mine, and I'm going to To his surprise, on arriving there, he beheld have it, and may possibly add in the widow. the lantern lit, and a man half r ec lining on the With you in the way, I might experience di.ffi oot bed, engaged in smoking a pipe-a masked culty, and have therefore concluded to set you man t;oo, attired in rough garments1 top boots1 aside. The terms of your c hoice are simple and a slouch. hat pulled down over his foreheact either yo u can take your l eave betwixt now to meet mask. and to-morrow night, or your earthly career And this individual nodded, as Dick paused will come to a sudden termmation." and surveyed him sharply. I'll run all risks in that respect," Dick re"Good-evening," h e said, not offering to vap,lied, a pair of revolvers from his belt. cate his positio n, and bis tone as free and easy 'An
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Deadwood Dick or Deadwood. eakin'est thing thet ever I see'd!" cried a voice, and Colonel Yank Yub1,1. pushed forward upon the scene. "What's ther feller done, ennyhow'I'' None of your business, you long-geared Yank!" the elder Maxfi eld retorted. "You n eed not stick your nose in this business, or you may get it punc hed! "Blessed oo Israel! who'll punch it, my very interesting friend-youl'" "N-n-o-that is, I never engage in fisti cuffs, or soil my hands on persons of your ilk!" Aha Ira ::\Iaxfi eld-that's pretty good of youa pretty good li e, I mean. Verily t were 1 not au advocate of pe ace, I'd knocli: your smeller so much out of shape that folks would take it for a smashed bullfrog. And as for your never soiling yer hands, people out East know better than that!" Maxfield turned gray with rage, but did not retort. I again ask to know the reason why I am taken a prisoner?" Dick askeQ. "I am not aware of any reason that should warrant this indignity." "But yon don't vas bappen to know some n ings aboud eberytinks," the B end's magistrate, John Schmidt, responded, swelling with importance. "You vas pen guilty off some murder, in der se ckont unt a baff degree, und you must pay d e r penalty mit d e r law. "What! I guilty of murder? In what way, pray! Who have I kill ed? "You vas gone proke d e r n ec k mit one of der mosd r espected citizens, an' dot ish so, unt now you must gifi' your neck ter pay for jt. Der man, hish name was Graveyards." Ob I the ruffian, eh 1 I do not believe that he is dead!" "Vat! Vat I you vas douo der word off der Schmidt families!" the Teuton cried, in a rage. "Py sbiminy I vas sentence you to pe shot, six sefen, or sa times!" ,/Yes, my dear friend from Deadwood, we have to make t i.e sad announcement that Grave yard George passed in his checks at a cabin up in tbe mountains, but an hour ago." Maxfield, Sr. said, with sarcastic delight. "Of course, his demise resulted from the injuries be r eceived at your hands, and you are r espo nsibl e There fore, your arrest. Boys, you may take bim to the jail. Mr. Schmidt, when do you think will be a prope r time to try this criminal for his d eed!" I dink ve gif him a trial shust at dark, ven de poys dey vas readty for to hear unt listen to de case!" the dignitary replied. And so it was arranged. Deadwood Dick was borne off to the town iail-for such an establishment the Bend did !lave, being a st1'ong cabin purposely built to "jug" unruly pilgrims in The door was made of sheet iron, and the windows were heavily barred with upright strips of iron. Many worse guarded jails might be found in larger than Skel eton Bend Dick noted its strength as he was borne into it between four men. The n ews before n i g h t had s p r ead throug h -out the town, concerning the arrest of Deadwood Dick, and elicited m uch att.entton. Peopl e gathered in groups, o u t of doors and in doors, to disc u ss matters. Some o f the miners heard of the arrest and quit their wo r k to join in the van. Opinions were var io us-as various as were the types and character of people. Some said i t was wrong to arrest Deadwood Dick ,for ridding the p lace of a man who was feared and detested; others held the ex-roadagent answerable for the death of the ruffian; others still do ubted if the Undertaker was even dead. Nobody appeared to know what had become of the ruffian and onl y t he word of Maxfieldand his son, who had given out his name as Bill Bart lett, and a mine: named Green, was given to vouch for the bully's death. The general opinion seemed, divided as to the right of punishing the cool stranger from Deadwood. Still, money was secretly at work, and a man with even ordinary p e rceptions could have seen that Maxfield's money, which was being circulated free ly, was gaining him popularity; so that it was evident, that while there might be a few in favor of giving Dick his liberty, the ma jority would side with the Maxfields. Fanny Flash heard of the arrest and set her little foot down upon her kitchen floor most em phatically. He shall not be hanged," she said. ''I'll see to it myse l f." She put on her jockey hat, and set forth into the street. On her way to the store, that morning, she had noted the fact that curtains were up to the windows of a shanty, at the upper end of the street, which had not been tenanted for several months. Straight to this shanty she no'V directed her footsteps, the resolute expression of her pretty mouth enhancing her beauty. On reaching the shanty, she knocked promptly upon the door-then waited for an answer. "I may be mistaken," she murmured, "but I do not believe I am." No answer came-no stir audible within. She knocked again-this time louder. There came a sound, then, of something that sounded like :::, moan. A frightened expression swe:-:it over Fanny's face. Maybe-maybe-" She did not finish the sentence, dreading the omen of the words. I will see ," she said. "Pel:'haps I can burst the door open." She stepped off, g11thered her full force, and hurle d herself ai!ain8t it heavily, and-with a crack the insid e fastenings e:a v e way, and the door swung hack into the room, l ea ving the way clear to enter til e shamy. CHAPTER X. CALAMITY JANE HEHSELF AGAIN. AND shEI did c,,nter. There was one room, and this was wholl y unfurnished, and musty-smelling in the ex treme.

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28 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood. Upon the floor lay a woman, stretched out at full length, with her face downward and pillow ed in her folded arms. Not a stir she made as Fanny entered, except by a quivering sob. Qui ckly th3 widow closed the door behind h e r, and glide1l forward to knee l b eside the r e cumbent for1n, and by the united of her arms, rai sed the woman to a half-sitting p0S1ti on. The wildly be'tutiful fare that met h e r gflze wa$ stained with and the e y es were filled with tbe11, p1-,.>vin; that this pretty, welldressed girl bad a s<>rrow. "There! don't cry,'' Fanny said, pillowing h e r head a"ainst h e r breast. "I wouldn t if I were you. Yon have a mistake in supposing him faithless to you. "What do you m)an?" the weeping girl de mandeJ, pushing her off, and arisin;; to h e r feet. "Wbat do youAh!" She uttered a gasp sh) looked fairly into the widow's face and back. "You! ?J?u!" she "Yes, I!" Fanuy said, frankly. "Please do not conlem:i uatil you know all. Are y ou Deadwood Dick's promised wife-the girl, Ca lamity Jane of wbo:n h e speaks so fondly?" The light in Calamity's eyes lessened a trifle of its sternness. "Yes I am Calamity," she r e plied coldly. "Once 1 was the betrothed of Deadwood Dick." "Until you saw another woman kiss him, and grew wild with jealousy," Fanny suggested merrily. "Really, you a r e right, I supp.)se, but vou do Dead wood Dick a wrong in believing llim faithless I am the one who is to blame. D o you want m e to prove it?" "I am not at all rarticular," the Girl Sport replied, frigidl y scarcely see how yo'u can exonerate Mr. Harris s uffici ently to satisfy my opinion." She bad wiped the tears from her eyes1 now, and faced the pretty widow, more cal m rn de meanor, and looking gravel y handsome. "But, I can, though," Fanny said. "Now, just you come right down to my shanty, and if I cannot satisfy you in every particular, I'll take a ) l and shoot m vself." "Thank you-you n 1ed not go to that trou ble1 '' Cttlamity said. I do not care t o go th9re-" For fear you will m9et D eadwoo:I Dick," Fanny interrupted; "but vou n ee::! not foar that. H e is in jaLI i. n-i not like l y to get out." Calamity started, whitening. 11 You are lyin!l:?" she said1 incredulously. "No, I am not," Fanny "Sit down, and let m e tell you all She found a box and they sat down upon it, side by s i de -Fanny then related all that had any particular b e1ring how she had lost her husband-how Maxflelrl had villainously besether-how Deadwood Dick had generou ly come to h e r rescue and protection, and in fact, everything, including the kissing affair, which she explained in the way she had done t o Dick. She also narrated how Dick bad hee n arrested and thrown i n durance, at the instigation of Ira M:ix:field, and the uninviting prospect there was iu lilioce for him. "And, now, are you not satisfied!" the little widow asked as she wound up the narration. I have no_ t decided. Perhaps you are telling the truth. ani in that case, Dick is not to blame. I will, how<:>ver, conqn<:>r the foolish ness I have so recently been guilty of, and try to secure Deadwood Dick's r e l ease You may go, n ow ; I will see you again." l?anny impulsive l y threw her arms about the girl's n ec k and kiss ed her; then turnad and left the shanty. After she had gone, Calamity stood sevPrRl minutes, with h e r eyes riveted upon the tloor, wrapt in d eep tho ught. "Either I have be e n unjust, or else I am 2' fool by listening to tttat woman," she said. "Lo>ving Deadwood Dick as I do,J wondPr that I can believe h e r after what I saw. Still, I will try them It wilt not take Jong for my sharp eyes to tell whether he is true, or faith l ess. Hal ha! nr>. Sharp eyes are mine. But I must not tarry h ere. I will assume my old time costume and take a hand. These dresse s seem odd e nough to me, and l would rather go to my old style. Still, if I ever marry, I shall do so as a woman-not as a tomboy. She had cheered up visibly since Fanny's narration, although a pitiful expression yet haunted her eyes and mouth, betokening how deeply she had taken the blow. She was preparing to l eave the shanty when a form dar kenad the doorway, and Captain Cuir throat d offed his hat pleasantly. 11 Ah! excuse me, Mrs. Flash, but I have just come from the jail, and Dead wood Dick re quested me to say to you that you must not be downhearted, as be has strong hopes of soo n be ing r eunited with you a free man I" he said bowing: low. 'Sir I" Ca lamity exclaimed stepping back, a paler shade to ber face: "you are mistakeu, 1 am not Mrs Flash, but Calamity Jane." "Ahl I beg parJon for the intrusion, then," Cutthroat apologized gallantly. I was told Mrs. Flash came here a few moments ago, and took you for her. But stop! Deadwood Dick mentioned you, I think-let me see? What was it h" said?-oh! I have it, now. He asked me if I had heard of any woman in the place, called Calamity Jane." 11 H e did?" Y es, and seemed pleased whe n I told him no. Excuse me. lady-you have grown pale! Gan it b e poss i ble that-that-wby, hang it, that-you have any love for this tricky Dead wood pilgrim?" "Any loi;e I"' Calamity gasped in a chokhtg voiC'e, as she stagger e d bflcl{ against the wall, her face deathly pale. "N-nol no lo1!e. God help me-no love." "Your words belie you," Cutthroat said in a kindly tone; "and your only too apparent anguish at heart arouses my sincere pity. Tell me, miss, were you ever betrothed to this man?" "I was, yes," was the faint replv, "until I
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Deadwood Dick Deadwood. 2? a:id as his destined hangman, I shall take delight in knowing that I am avenging the wrongs ofso fBir a lady when I seud him off." A sudden change of expression swept over Calamity's face. and she eyed the man sharply, a color livening her c heek. "You will hang him1" she interrogated. "You bet I will do that same." "And I bet you wou't!" Calamity retorted. See here! Do you know what I thiuk, sir! "No; I haven't the slijl:htest idea, my dear )adv." 'rl'll tell you," Calamity said, coolly. "You have a grudge against Dick, and in some way learned of my jealousy of tile widow Flas ll. So you came here, hoping to turn me against them. Bah I you villain-you have signally failed. Yonder is the door; make use of it by taking your departure. "But, listen. You misconstrue my purpos<'," Cutthroat replied, affably Iudced it is of no interest to me, anything concerning you-only I sort of took pity on you. ;Another lie, which will avail you nothing," Calamity answered, coldly. "You cannot deceive me, so yo\J. need not try. The sooner you take your leave the less will be the liability of your gettine: hurt." "Ha! baP' laughed. "I like to bear you talk, and cotild listen to sueh lulling cooing all day long, did not call me el
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88 Deadwood Dic k of Deadwood. knife quickly and dexterously, he b-cought its keen edge with wonderful accuracy down beside Cutthroat's b,ead completely shaving hisleftear Qfl' close to the side of the face I "Stan' ofl'l D on' you disturb dis cbile auy more or h e'll out you d eep ," Ned cried. "I'se .a bad Senator from Kalamazoo, I tole ye, an' I'll ki-yarve you wid ruy razzor if ye don' lufl' 1ue be!" But he had no need to tender the admonition, for Cutthroat had withdrawn from the battle as suddenly as h e had entered it, and with his hand dasped to the earle s s portion of his head, from which the blood was oozing copio u sly, he prance d about the room at a tremendous and not particularly graceful h op, skip and jump. "Ow! ow! ow!" he roared. "You have killed ma! I am dying! help! help!" "I gLBSS you won't parish entirely,'' C:ilamity said, with her old hard sort of hugh. "Ho re! tile door is open. Take a scoot now, an j ton the boys you rapresent thP0omplimentsof Calamity Jltne.', On an Cutthroat m'l.de not an inst:tnt's delay in advantaile of it, au l away down the street h e gallopea at full tm, howling at e''ery b ound. Straight to the Bung-Hole establishmen t the stric ken man w ent, and between cur.;es anl groans related the kind ot' treatment he ha'i re<:!eived at the hands of Calamity Jane's d efend e r. the n eg ro. This added another bubble to the day's excitement which fairly boiled in the mining-camp, to use a figurative expression. Calamity Jane made her tha t night, just before the time for the trial of Deadwood Dick began-walked into the BungHole, twiJling a cane in her right hand, and sporting a small cigar between her teeth. Sbe was attired in her famous sporting attire, and in her belt a p:tir of six-shooters. Cutthroat had gone to bed, bnt the elder Maxfi eld was about, and no sooner did he spy the Girl Sport, than h e steppiid up to her, importantly. "Just you look here, my girl in m a le attire!" he said, layiug a detaining band on her shoul
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D ead wood Dick Deac11"6.od. band iq alivP., I will surrender all claim to the Clipper Mine, and move out bag and baggage. But, until you do prove that to my satisfaction, I won't vamoose---nor would I take your words on oath." "Vot? you don\] vns fake dot wordt off der Shustice oil' der Peace?'' Schmixfield and his son, and a miner took seats as directed. "Now, if there pe any p ersons vot knows somedings apoud dis matter in favor off der pris oner, let d e m sdep forward." In answer to this call, there were six persons who came forward, i.e.: The two Yuhas, now loC'ked arms; the ShakespParean disciple, Snow bank! the widow, Fanny Flash, Calamity Jane, and the red-whiskered miner once before alluded to. The.eves of Deadwood Dick and Calamity met in a glai1ce that none but themse lves, perhaps, could have interprPted; then the voice of the great Schmidt was beard Let der first barty off der hrosecution rim mit bis feet nnt ooen de case!" be c : ried in the voice of a Stent01:. "Waiter, e1n lager, sir!" The lage r was fortbcornmg from the portals of the Bung-Hole in short order; to dispatch it was the matter of half a jiffy with the portly Schmidt. Ira Max fie Id arose from his seat and too If off bis hat in deference to the judge. "If you please, your honor, I would like to offer that the prisoner at the bar is guilty of tbe crime of It is well known to you all bow be publicly engaged in a quarrel with one of your r especte d townsmen, and cast h i m upon the earth with all his strength. I took pity on the chap, and with Mr. Rlink, one of my witnesses here, carried him to Slink's cabin in the mountains, where be bas since 0t people, and now that he bas added crime to bis dark and evil list, does it not b,. hoove us, as a people, to see that he receives "> / I I

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ao Dea.d,...ood Dick of Deadwood. merit.ad punlshment1 I leave it to you, most noble judge, to decide, knowing well your honorable and just nature." "Yahl you vas right. Waiter, ein. lager. Next witness, take der stand." Slink was the man to rise this time, and tes tified that h e had been with Graveyard George at the time or his death, and had given him a decent burial. vutthroat the n arose and confirmed the re port, anrl. prayed the court to pass a severe sen tence upon the prisoner. "Yah I dot pe shu,;t vot I do, mit der greatest ob bjeasure," S chmidt assured. "Ash der sbudge and der shury ov diMh hyar court, I do hereby sentence Daadwood Dick to be shot mit der heart vid rifles, sefen times, at sunrise, to-mor row." "Rut, bold on here, old beer-keg!" Calamity Jane cried; "that ain't a-goin ter work in this hyar court. I've got proof that Deadwood Dick is not guilty Rf what you say." "You batr proof otr dot?'' "Bat your sweet life, I have! Graveyard George ain't dead at all, but is over in the edge or the woods yonder, dead drunk from the effects of a bottle of old re(l-eye-rampage he's been gazzling. Tbis little plot of the old black snake from New York IS purely out of revenge Zul dllSire to get D ead wood Dick out of the Wat,!" It's a lie! it's a lie!" Ira Maxfield cried, in a rage. "See beer, just. you look out!" Calamity cried. Better you l et up on calling me a liar, if you don't want me to boot you clear out of town. Your race is up, anyhow, and the quieter you keep, the better it's going with you!" "Yes, Ira Maxfield, the race of yourself and vour son i s up, emphatically," Colonel Yank 'Yuba cried, sternly, and the next moment there was a titbleau. Both Yuba, Nance and Snowbank bad sprung forward, and before any one was aware of their purpose, had securely handcuffed the two Maxfields. "SdotJI sdop! Vot for you dakes dem two men bnsoners?" John S chmidt roared, pounding his table authoritatively. "Vot for you comes into my court, unt makes dish disturbances." / "In tile name of the law," Yuba r eplied coolly, having dropped all his former pious dJm0lor. "I will introduce myself to you, its Yankee K een, detective of Chicago, and I have in my possession papers authorizing _me to arrest one Ira Maxfi e ld, formerly of New York, wherever I might find him, on the the c)largeof murdering bis second wife some months ago. My two companions here, are also prominel}.t members of the detective profession." "Let me see dot order," Schmidt commanded. "I gan d e ll so ." "'\.Vho vas you, dot you kno'7 so ma:ny dingt ash dot?" Schmidt demanded. "I'll show you who," was the reply, and off came the red and hair, and a smooth. faced, brown-bairoo young man stood 1'0o vealed. The crowd gave vert to a shout of astonish ment and Fanny Flash sprung to her feet, witJt a joyful cry, and was dasped in the strangec'11 embrace. "Fred Flash I" Schmidt e.iaculated. "Yes, Fred Flashh" tho young man replied. "You may wonder OW I C'&.'aped being bung, and s;i I'll set your mi'lda at ease. I war captured by some of this ruffian Cutthroat's men, and spirited away to a place known as the Cat-Gut. Here I was strung up by Cut throat's orders, and left to make the best of my situation, while my executioners rode away. Fortunately for me, the noose was not placed properly about my neck, and I did not but hungby the neck for several hours, enduring excruciating torture, till this young lady, Cala.mity Jane, came along and rescued me. Resolved to have revenge upon my execution ers, I decided not to be alive to the world, and so got some parties to give out of my death and burial. In the mean time, I traced out Cutthroat, and found him to be the sou of Ira Maxfi e ld, who bad come here to tne mines to get bold of mv mine if villainy and scheming could accomplish that object, and l earned tbat the two were in league; so I lay low until some such a chance as the present arrived, giving me an opportunity to put in a word." The crowd gave a cheer; Maxfield and Cut throa t were the picture of sublime rage. V ell, it vas all yust like a Sund'y school novel," Schmidt averred, "und I git so dry ash a fis h, efery dime I hear of such dings; so I vill close dish hyar court, py sending der brisoners back mit d e r sbail." "But hold on I you have not given Deadwood Dick his libertv?" Calamity cried, anxiously. "Und vot isb more, I don'd vas got some in dendions otr dot same kind," the judge r e plied. "Deadtwood Dick hatr long been knowed undt feared ash an outlaw ot der deepest dye st utr, unt now vot ve cotch him v e sbood him yust like a dog, und dot vill end all furde r dispute in der matter. I leaf dot to der crowd, if dot don' vas der pest bolicy." There was a second of silence; then came a great shout of approval, that seemed to issue from the whole assemblage, and fairly made the earth tre mble. It told the story straight enough, tbat the maj1rity ruled, and that one man virtually con trolled the majority. "Dot settles him I" S chmidt said. "Poys, dake dot brisoner pack mit der shail, unt loolt him up. In der mornin' he shall pass in hi& checks!"

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Deadwood Dicli ot Deadwood. aia C1"0l'O'd cheered again, a.Jld Dick was hus tlll!:l o ff to jail. did not put his prisoners in the prison but as soon as the stage came put them aboard o f it, and with them and his two associate de t.ectives was borne away, Eastward bound. Calamity, at Fanny's urgent request, accompanied the F lash es to their shanty, where a literal council of war was inaugurated, to de cide what was do be done in behalf of Deadwood Dick . If you can d ev ise any means to effect his rascue, we will t ende r you all the assistance in our power," Fanny said. Don't fear that he will be shot, as long as I -m around. I have alreadv d e vised a plan. Can vou bake bread? was Calamity's query. ''Well, if I pride myself on one acco mplish ,nent more than another, it is on my breadanaking," Fanny responded e nthusiastically. Then you mix the stuff for a loaf about as hig as a and I'll show you bow I um going to get Deadwood Dick out of prison," Calamity said. While Fanny hastened to obey the Girl Sport tJrocured a small steel saw, a screw-driver, and u revolver from among some effects she had hrougbt to the shanty in a sachel. As soon as Fanny had the dough properly .aixed, the revolver, a knife and the saw and ecrew-driver were wrappe d into a compact bundle, and the dough covered over and around It, in loaf-shape, and put into the oven to lightly bake it. "You are a genius," Fanny said. I admire vour pluck and n erve." As soon as the bread was browned, Calamity vut it into a basket, and added a knife, some l>utter, a piece of cake, and some cold meat. Theu, with the basket on h e r arm, tho faithful ;irl made h e r way to the j a il whe n it was dark, 1ck-up, with a gun upon his sho uld er, and he uttered a savag e growl as be b e held Calamity. "Well, what do you want?'!. he d eman ded, r,ruffiy, unsbouldering his gun, and holding it fo readiness. Get out of this, or I'll plug J70U." "B"ltter you try it, if you think b est!" Ca Jamity 'etorted, independently. "Bet a c oo ki e I'll show you a tric k you never saw before. 1 only come to give the prisoner some victuals60, what you blowing about?" "He don't want no victuals!" "I know better!" Calamity replied. "He hasn't bad anything to ea t since be was first :ooped up in h ere Don t you like grub?" W aal, I opine!" was the la<'.oni0 response. "Of cours e you do!" Calamity agreed, "and does every other pilgrim, so b0 half-way fair, now and hand this chuck to Dick of Dead wood." "You're tryin'to smuggle in some tools to him," was the next objection. "Get out!" the girl laughed. "I wouldn't be as suspicious as you for a good deal. Here take 5be basket an' examine it, and th.in give :it to him .-ourself." The ruffian laid down hi' rifte, took the bask6' and went through its contents, carefully. "Don't see nothin' wrong," be finally said. Guess ther.a won't be no harm. Tell you what 1'11 do, gal; it's a very hot night, and I'm as dry as a fish; so jestJou go get me a we
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