Chip, the girl sport, or, The golden idol of Mt. Rosa : a tale of northern Arizona


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Chip, the girl sport, or, The golden idol of Mt. Rosa : a tale of northern Arizona

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Chip, the girl sport, or, The golden idol of Mt. Rosa : a tale of northern Arizona
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llopyrlght b y Beadl e & A dams Entered at Post omc e N e w Y ork, N. Y.,aa seoond class matter. Mar. lll, 1S9t. No.27 .THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO Cle v eland, O hio Vol. III ClllOIAXON Clll1' 1!1110DE DOWN THE STREST TWIRLlllG A GOLD BEADED OA:IE IN Olf& BUD .. D C4JUl11NO A 8KALI. IW:ll&i. Uf TBS O'i'BEB.

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Copyrigh t 1879-1885, by B e adl e & Adamo E n t.ered at P o t omce, N e w Yor k N Y. as econd c la.s matter. Hu. l5, -----,THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Clev e land, Ohi o :Vol. Ill! -.&MON OBIP Sl'RODK DOWN TIO: 87RIEllT, TWJBLING A 90Lll BIUJ>lllD OAJI& Df Oii& llAlUI ..USD '"'8MINlil Ill 'l'BS a.-.

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Chip, the Girl Sport. 4.-B.Ollebud Rob., Noveb. Chip, the Girl Sport; OR, The Golden Idol of Mt. Rosa. A Tale of Nor&hern A.rlzona, BY EDWARD L. WHEELER, .A.UTJJOR OF" DEADWOOD DICK" NOVELS, "ROSE BUD ROB" NOVELS, ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. A GALA. DAY A.T BUMXER'S BEND. PERHAPS the reader of this romance will smile, when we announce the locale of the first 110ene at Bummer's Bend. That such a place exist.ed, and does yet exist. there can be no doubt, nor is there anything strange in the title, when in the catalogue of the names of Western towns, one can pick outr such suggestive titles as Cut Throat Gulch," "Bill Thompson's Mouth," and "Misery Center." Northern Arizona, the clime! Bummer's Bend the town. Nestling down at the base of a mighty mountain, among whose foot-hi.ll3 many miners had BCattered their cabins; a couple of hundred rude shanties there were, in additi41ll to a small fort, a blacksmith-shop, a few stores, dancehouses, saloons, and gambling-dons. Taken all in all, Bummer's Bend was a loui" town, and being as it were the town of the wild, sparsely inhabit.ed country in whi c h it was locat.ed, it boast.ed of a "hefty" floating population, and a fair tract of surrounding mining territory. Situat.ed on the eastern side of the mountains, near a eh(lrp bend in the towering rocky chain, it pleasa.ntly faced a long level stretch of prairie to the east and south. These prairies stretched a way, seemingly to the eutern horizon, and the only thing perceptible upon the bosom of the vast expanse, except its beautiful verdure, was the log fort and a few outbuildings, about a half a mile from the town. The fort numbered about fifty men, who were under the charge of an old army veteran, Gen eral Howard by name, perhaps more out of r.e9P00t for his past deeds of valor, than hispresent value in the field of active service, for he was now getting old, white-haired, and gouty. Why this fort, in the extreme wilderness, was a question oaly the rulers at Washington could probably answer, as the surrounding territo2: was but little settled, and the town of Bummer s Bend had been created sinoo the advent of Uncle Sam's men. The first discovery of gold in the mountains back of the present site of the t.own, had been made by the soldiers, and by lltrict orders from the commandant, had been luipt a 18Cret for a period of several years, duJin.r which time General Howard and his ... 1iad emi(jied tbemselves in a moderate ..... t But secretg, l1lm preserves, doii.'t keep long, ff not closely sealed, and this one, as uswil, flnAlly leaked out. A soldier desert.ed, and bore the news over "into Nevada, and tll.e result was an immediate stampede of miners from tl:at territory to tbl> Ariwna discovery. They came in swarms men of all classes and types, and on their finding sure signs in the mountains, pockets and gulches, the town of Bummer's B end sprung into existence, and soon grew to the size of the small city we find it at the opening of our story It was not a pretty town, for ther.e was but one street running around the base of the foot hills, and the houses not upon this thoroughfare, were strewn around among the foot-hills, and out upon the edge of tho :prairie. But despite its comparative isolation from other golden burgs, Bummer's Bend was a fast town-a sportive town-a fashionable town I A few speculators and men of leisure had brought their families with them to the little citr, of the wilderness, and they had chipped ini' and formed a little social world by them se ves, to which any one could be admitt.ed who had a fair pedigree, a gentle appearanc e and behavior, and an unlimit.ed bank account with which to furnish him or herself with fashionable raiment. Then there was another class, composed of sports who sported, sports who gambled, sports who bet and sports who did anything of a genteel" nature by which to adrl to the condition of their coffers, from picking a pocket to stopping a stage. Three classes there were, and the third class was composed of the toiling miners who drudged at the pick and shovel from sunrise to sunset, in search of golden gifts. Sports and pastimes were among the pleas ures of the classes who did not work, and one of he principal diversions was horse-racing. Just outside of the town upon the level prairie1 a mile track had been arranged, in a circle, a.nu here many an e:J:citing race occurred. High purses were lost and won, and for miles around, Bummer's Bend was not.ed as a "horsetown." At the time of which we write, at but a re cent date, the country adjacent to the wilder nllss city was infest.ed by bands of mU!ed Indians, who hunt.ed through the unsettled por tions of the territory, and, in fact, held certairi portions as their own. They were composed of remnants of tribes, Cheyennes, Sioux, Apaches, and Arapahoes predominating. These rovers were widely feared, for, although there was no declared hostility between them and the whites, many butcheries were perpetrat.ed by them, and rapine and plunder appear ed to be one of their chief objects. Few of the citizens of Bummer's Bend cared to venture alone into the depths of the mountainll, or out upon the almost boundless prairies, and miners generally-moved and worked in parties of ten or a dozen for fear of an attack, several bands of miners having been surprisd and butch ered by these Red Bedouins. One of the leading chiefs of the lndia.M WM an old battle-4Carrild warrior of the AIJM)llD

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Chip, the Girl Spqri. 8 nation, who boasted of having in his day raised over a thousand scalps and whose name was Hoko me-go-to, or the White Face, the latter afpellation having be<>n given him on account o the bleached appearance of bis countenance, which was nearly as white as a Caucasian's1 while the r emainde r of his body was lirown o.na swartliy. The White Face was much feared and bated by the miners, yet he had the freedom of the town. The reason of this was generally conceded to be be cause the people were afraid to drive him out, for he counted bis savage horde of warriors by hundreds, and did be choose, it was estimated that be could clean out the little city the wilderness without half trying. His warriors also were frequently seen in the town, their mission being to procure bad whisky in exchange for skins or gold. On several occasions old White Face had taken a part in the races, m ounted upon his j et-blac k steed, but the trotting and ruruting stock of Bummer's :Bend was c hoice, and the chief of the Bedouins of the Plains had lost bis gold. But on the opening day of our little romance, anothe r grand free-for-all race was to come off, and the news brought crowda of people flocking to Bummer's B end-miners, trappers, rtrlllans and red-skins, all came in to see the sport, for it was to be an occasion of unusual interest. Miss Evelyn Howard, the general's daughter, at the fort, was going to match her superb saddle-horse for a. thousand dollars, against the field. The Howards were acknowledged by the B e ndites, and it had long been considered that beautiful but haughty Miss Evelyn had the swiftes t racer that had ever entered Arizona. Early in the morning the town presented the appearance of a holiday, for the street was filled with people, and others were skimming over the prairie near the course in the bright sunlight of the b eautiful September day. When the overland stage came into town, drawn by it.a six prancing horses, 1t also discharged another cargo to add to the audience at the rl}-ces. Among the passengers were several strangers, amoniii whom was one who instantly attracted attention. A young woman, not over eighteen years of round and symmetrical of form, of the me dium stature of women, strikingly handsome in face and attired in male costume, from the sm;Ji knee-boots of patent leather, breeches of fine whitish woolen, vest to match, "b'ile
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Chip, the Girl Spoll:'t camped around the Bend" the half-breed replied. The American is the captain." "A band of rangers, eb1 What are they dolnf. bere1 -where are they going1" 'Don't know. Camped last night. Got good horses-pack-mules, too." "Then they are bound for the interior, !'II wap_er. How many are there of tbem1" Four-the captain, whose name isMayburn, a nigger, a Dutchman, and Chinaman." Humph a motley gang I must admit. I must loo k into this matter, directly. There may be reasons why tbel should not go further west. But, at present, Ive other business I'm to ride Evelyn's" Flying Star,'1 and I'm to show these B e ndites how to come m at the death. There's a purse ot five thousand 'llollars i n the hands of the treasurera thou sand for each entry, and if I win the race, i have half." But you will not win," Lyme said, suddenly pointing down the street, toward where the las t o f the passengers was Just disembarking from the stage. "Yonde r is a horse and ride1 who have won every running race the past down in Colorado and Dakota." Dandy Doll turned in the direction indicated by the half-breed, and saw a horse and ride r galloping ieisurely into the town, over the route thfl stage had recently come. The horse, perhaps, we.should des cribe first It was a bandsomr ammal of about the me dim:a hight, wit!; a graceful body, an arching n ec K anti c iall bead, while the limbs were clean and supple, and the mane and tail long and wavy, In color this animal was re markably like th)se known as circus horses being mainly bay color, with large white spots dotted indifferent places upon its body and limbs It was gayly caparisoned with gold-mounted saddl e and bridle, and was truly a beauty of the equine race. The ride r was fully as strikingjn appearance as the horse-a young man of medium stature, well developed in muscular formation with an independent cast of countenance, handsom e brown eyes and hair-the eyes cool and penetrating in their glance-and a mustache to match that was waxed to a point at either end. In costume he looked the sport to perfection, which be was. The patent leatherii upon bis f eet, the perfectly-fitting suit of light gray cassirneres, the boiled shirt, collarless and open at the throat, and a whitish slouch bat upon his head were bis dandified make-up. A gold chain reached around bis neck and returned to his watch-pocket; a jeweled riding-whip was held i n his fair, effeminate hand; iri a belt around his waist were a pair of heavy r evolvers, such as a borderrnan desires to use when be means business, and a silver hilted sheath dirk. Straight up the street rode the Sport, whistling a snatch from some popular opera, and from o n e side of the street to the other with the utmost u nconcern, as if h e we r e not the ob !ler?ed,of all observers. Ohl so that's the animal as i s going to beat Mlss Evelyn's racer, is it1" Guthrie demanded, In reply to t h e h a l f -breed' s l aat remark. "Bumi I dare MY you are mist&ken, Lynx. Tbe runner was never born, tbatcould pass Fly inf. Star." I hope so, boss, but reckon you're wrong, Th.et boss is a cuss, and that man in the saddl e is a second cuss." ."Bahl he is a band-box popinjay, endeavor ing to appear at bis best on coming to a new town. A week hence you'll see him using the pan and shovel for a living, no doubt. Come along. I'll speedily take the conceit out of t ba coxcomb, or my name i s not Dandy Delli" ICHAPTER II. t:INNAMON CHIP'S CHALLENGE. AND straight down the street strode the eelf appointed Mayor of Bummer's B end, with state ly tread, and the air of a person who was going to conquer a nation. A few of the idlers followed c l ose at heels1 for, having overheard bis threat, they ba
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Chip, the Girl Sp3rto Jng Into a passion. "You'd better be careful bow you wag your tongue around this town, mr. Christian friend." 'Ohl I had, eh1'' the Sport demanded, leaning 11.gainst an awning-po s t and surveying this Dandy Dell coolly, as he puffed l eisurely at a freshly-lighted ci gar. "If so, why so ? "I'll pretty quick show you, if you give me any of your sass. I'm boss of this town, if you want to know, and when I say butter is salt, it's salt, and no one durst contradic t it. I don' t allow no impudent coxcomb puppies to come to this town and lip around not for a cent." "Ohl you don' t, eh?" the Sport again replied, a sarcastic smile wreathing his lips. lf not, wh!. notl" See here! what do you mean?" Dandy Dell cried, his ragu increasing as he perceived that his blust.cr did n u' have the k ..st apparent effect upon the othe r. l : t rnther him. ''Do you want : sho t .id ta:te ou by the collar of your jacket and boot y o u or the town?" If you h uve : Ad your iife insured lately in a relinble compa:oy, it would not lie a bad idea to make the atk' ipt, being as you seem d& sirous of courting de.".th," was the calm reply. If, howeve 1 you are desirous of continuing an earthly existence here below, I should con fidingly you to endeavor to mind your own busme.o:,. Mind m y own business, will I?" the Dandy roared, fairly boiling with rage. "Not tor you, I won't, you puppy! If you want fight I'm the man for you, I am. Step out here, and I'll mop th,. stroot with you until you won't Ille worth a a pound for old bones." "Thank you for r.our kind offer, my royal duke, but a1, l haven t had my breakfast yet, I am not in a prope r condifilon for mortal comhat. If you wait till I have digested my daily bread, you may count on me. I'll be down to the races-come and see me, there, and I am yours truly." And with a cool laugh the Sport waved his hand, and entered the Girard. With an oath Guthrie was about to follow h1m, but the half-breed caught him by the arm, and pulled him back. ,, -"Stop!" he commanded, in a low tone "It won't pay you to provoke a quarrel with that fellow. He is more than your equal with any weapon you can name ... and you would surely get the worst of it. Let him go-there are other ways to dea 1 with him, most surely." "How do you mean?" the general's fiery ne}?hew demanded. Never mind, just now," the half-breed r& plied, significantly. "Wait till the races begin -then you can show him ;your heels." The dandy-bully growlingly suffered himself to be ?illed away by the half-breed, although it was much against his will. The cool stranger was the first man in the town of Bummer's Bend, who had eve r "sassed" him and lived to tell it, and he was enraged. In the meantime tbe spectators were gathered in 0rowds at tbe scene of the coming raees, and preparations were nearing completion. Carpenters bad erected a temporc1.ry ltand beside the track; also another simiiar 1tan1l upon a larger scale, for the accommodation of General Howard's party, which con sisted of the general, in person-a portly, gray baite d and bearded gentleman l'f perhaps five and sixty years, with a pleasant countenance and a g enial bearing that could but impress one in his favor; his stately daughter Evelyn, just rising one and twenty, and the acknow l edge d belle of t he t own and the town's society; Sir A s hl e y C r a wford, an English tourist, who was the gen eral's guest, and several of the toned" ladie s and gentlemen of Bummer's B e nd. Tba judges' stand contained three horse experts n a med Redney, Dobleau, and Watson. Au one o'clock the call-bell rung, the course was cl eared of i:eople, and a dozen horses gal loped down before the judges' stand, each mounted by a rider. Among the most conspic uous was Dandy Dell mounted upo n a hand s o me bay mare, whi c h was Evelyn Howard's noted racer Flying; Star. A beautiful specim e n of the equine race the bay certainly was, and fully as proud appearing as the cold baughty mistre ss who sat upon the stand with a confident smile upon her face. "Order!" yelled stalwart Joe from the judges' stand. The race to-day will oe for a purse of twelve thousand dollars, there being twelve entries. The winner will receive seven thousand dollars, the second in the race three thousand, and the third two thousand doilars. Horses entered for the race are as Flying Star1 by Miss Evelyn Howard; Nettie, Jr., by Dunn: Dalton Meteor, by Robert Chilton; Powder Face, by Wild Bill: Marion-Rocket, by Dave Morris; Lady Slipper, by Mrs. Mackey; Blue Bell, by James Thurman; Firebug, by White Face, the Apache chief; Lightfoot by old Jeff Potter; Little Lightning, by Kit Callon; Shoo Fly, by Le Vere, and Circus, by Rosebuo Rob-twelve in all. The by-laws of the course to govern the race!" "I object to thelast horsementionedl" Dandy Dell cried1 fiercely "Rosebud Rob is a foreign er1 and bis horse is a vicious animal, unfit to mmgle among good racers. I motion that be be ruled out." I Ay I rul e out the spotted animal, jud?e !" cried the clear voice of Evelyn Howard. Do not let him race. "Sorry, ma'am, but I can't oblige ye," Redney replied. Rosebud Rob planked his thousand, and I reckon he's arighttogoitfer keeps." "l object. He is not a citizen and we don't allow none but citizens to competf>I" the general's replied, angrily. "Give the man, Rosebua Rob, as you call him, back his money, and rule him out!" Excuse me, ma'am I" the strange Sport said, rising in his stirrups, and raising hl4 hat, po litely, "but I do not choose to receive the de posit back, nor to withdraw from the race. I acknowledge that I am not a citizen of your estimable town, but I trust that I shall become such, and believe I have a p :rfect right t.o race my horse, if I choo s e to risk my cash I" "Hurrah! that's ther kind o' logic fer ye!" cried a clear, coo l voice,,and into the ring rode the eccentric girl dandy, who bad lately arrived in the stage. "I say, give every bog a sup at ther swill.

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Chip, the Girl Spon. and don't give it all ter one bloated haristocratic pig. The galoot with tber spotted cayuse, bas got ,as much right ter take a hand as any one else, and here I am, Cinnamon Chip, right down from th'"e roaring regions of :Montana, w'at will bet high ther spotted nag takes ther pot!" All eyes were turned npon the strange Girl Sport, who sat coolly uP?n her horse, with her hat cocked upon one side of her bead, and a cigar between her fingers, as independent and saucy loo.king as an arab from the street.ti of the metropohs. No "slouch" of a character was she, evi dently, nor was she afraid to express her opinion of matters in the presence of any crowd. "Who are you that you lip in when you ain't concerned!" bandy D ell cried, savagely, not at all relishing the interference, for he had set his heart upon ruling Rosebud Rob out of the race. "Who am 11" Cinnamon Chip replied, saucily. "Well, sir, my royal charmer, I just gave you my handle-Cinnamon Chip, at rour 'lervice, guide, sport, hunter, trapper, mmer, and boss-jock e y, all in one, ye p ersee ve. An' I'll allow thet that 'ar Sport wi' the r waxed mustacha and the spotted boss, h es g o t a perfect right ter take a hand in this race an11'llgoany galoot ten to one thet he rakes the board, too by a large majority." The spotted horse shall not race !" Miss Howard cried, If it is allowed in the raoe, I will wit!ldraw my horse." "Can't h elp it, ma'am I" Redney r ep lied. Busine ss is bizn ess, and as we judges own this course, I opine we've the right to dg as we please. You can w your horse, but not your deposit!" "This is a shame-an outrage!" the beauty of the fort cried, h e r face very red with mortifi cation, that h e r will should be opposed. "It is too bad!" And the ladies in her box of course felt com pelled to e c hg her sentiments, e s they bel01;1ged to her set. It is precisely :i;.ight, Evelyn I" old General Howard said, in h'is blunt but honest way. You are a little too fast, my dear-this is a free-to-all ra<.'.e and the gentleman on the spotted animal has equal rights with the r
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Chip, the Girl Sport. ., He sat in his saddle, &s it rooted there, and gave his SP?tted beauty the rein without word, spur or whip. On the first quarter the spotted horse dropped behind,,. several lengths, while Dandy :Dell spurt;i ahead about the same distance, he having the inside track, and the bay mare doing ha:.dsomely. "Hurrah! the little bay is going home, triumphant!" Evelyn Howard cried, excitedly, while her friends cheered vociferously. "On on I Flying Star I Show your heels to them I" "It do look unco=ou like as if the Sport's a thousan' out," Cinnamon Chip said, turning to Captain Mayburn, who stood near by. I took more stock in thet ar' spotted cayuse than in any ther rest o' the nags, but I reckon I got fooled fer once." "By no means," Mayburn replied, with a smile. That Sport is only playing off now. When they are about far enough ahead of him, I opine you'll see gravel fly." Ha, ha I what will you bet?" Evelyn Howard cried, sarcastically, for the speakers were standing immediately in front of net stand. If you've so much confidence in the vaga bond's animal, back it up with a little of your spare cash I'll bet you a thousand dollars that F1;r.ng Star wins ftrst money." 'You'll have to excuse me, miss, for I never make it a point to bet with a woman or take an unfair advantage of the weaker sex, which I would be doing by betting with you, for I am certain that Rosebud Rob's horse will win," Mayburn said. Bab I you are a coward, that you are afraid to bet on a certainty1 then I" the belle of Bummer's Bend cried, with a perceptible angry sneer. A coward is, who coward calls, I have always heard, madam," the ranger captain rt> plied, with scorn expressed in bis tone. Then they all turned to watch the race. The main body of the horses had just pasSed the quarter-pole-Rosebud Rob was just passing it, the last of the whole lot. Evident it was that be was not trying bard to win, and sundry exclamatiOtted nag, now, will ye! I'll bet with any 9Cln that Circus comes home first!" But, just then, no one appeared posseaeed of any desire to bet against the Sport's animal, for Circus bad suddenly stretched bis neck out nearly on a level with his back, and was flying over the ground at a rate of speed simply incredible. One after another of the horses b& passed, like a flash, and be and Flying Star passed the half-mil e pole abreast. But the next instant be shot on ahead, amid deafening cheers from the majority of the spectators, for such' beautiful work had never before been performed upon the cours e at mer's Bend within the recollection of the oldest inhabitant. As be darted past Dandy Dell, Rosebud beard a spiteful crack as of a whiplash and felt a stinging sensation in bis left arm, but suppos be bad been struck by Guthrie's whip, be paitl no attention to the sting, until be beard a second crack, and a bullet whizzed unpleas-antly near bis cheek. Turning, he saw Dandy Dell just returning a pistol to bis belt, a malignant expression of hatred upon his dark, evil face. Without pausing to glance at bis wounded arm, Rosebud Rob urged on his flying animal, by an occasiona l wcrd, and amid thunders of deafening applause, be passed the judges' stand fully an eighth of a mile ahead of the field I and indisputably won the race in a fair and square manner. Cheer after cheer went up, and loudest of all were the plaudits of Cinnamon Chip, and the ranger captain, Jack :Mayburn. Evelyn Howard stood oartly leaning from her stand, with a face that was white with passion, and eyes that gleamed with terrible rage. Plain it was that the defeat of her hors e bad been to h.:r a heavy blow. l'ilor was her hitherto noted mare destined to m... any of the laurels, for Wild Bill Marion':; horw came in for second money, and White Face, the Apache, spurted ahead of Dandy Dell when within a rod of the goal, and passed the last pole in time to take last purse. "Hip! hip! hooray! Anything te beat the gineral's darter, even if it is an Apasb nigf!er !" cried Cinnamon Chip, as she her hat from her curly bead and waved it in the air. I told ye ther Sport would come tv bis oats, all hunkidori, fer I see'd it in b is optic, an' don't ye fergit it!" "It is on outrage and an indignity!" Miss Howard cried, angrily. Mr. Guthrie, send Flying Star home at once, and have him well cared for. It is the last time that 'lie shall eve.r race again." "I will take him and see to him myself, Miss Evelyn," Dandy Dell replied bowing. "It was not the fault of the horse that be did not win, and b e shall be well cared for. I will oversee it myself." Hold on, my friend, if you plea'il:.," Rosebud Rob exclaimed, riding his horse sudlR>nly across the other's path as be was about to depart. "rve got a bone to pick with a chap of about your size, if I know myself, and I opine there is no time like the present." Guthrie's face suddenly glowed with anger, but be made no attempt to draw a weapon. foir

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8 Chip, the ft.lrl Sport. he saw that the Sport's right. hand ah-eady rest ed upon a revolver-butt. "Well, what d'ye waut?" he growled, gruffly. "Sp,it it out, for I'm in a hurry!" Oh, you are, eh?" and a cynical smile lurked around Rosebud's mouth. "Perhaps if you had been in a little more of a hurry, you miJht have won the race. But that is neither here nor there. You delibrately shot at me after I had passed you out yonder, and one bullet took ef, feet in my left arm. Now, I don't allow that it hurts a man to be playful occasionally, but I do know that I don't allow a man to make me his target, and therefore I presume you know that you've to give me satisfaction!" "Satisfaction be hanged! I did not fire to hit you, but to scare your horse so that he would throw you oil'," the may_or retorted. The e:irnuse is no better than the intention, and if you are willing, we can settle the matter in short order. Either rifle, knife, pfatol or fist will suit me, and so I giYe you yoar choice." That's ther talk fer ye-thet's ther cud fer ye to chaw on, you son of a Greaser I" Cinnamon Chip shouted, in dalight. "Thet Sp:irt ain't no slouch, an' I know'd it f'rum ther minit I v.opped my eyes onter him. Jest look at him, will ye, an' ef ye don' allow he's a pa1agou o' perfection, I'll b'y ther bugjuice. I coulil hug him myself, ef et warn't unmaidenly aud unbecoming of a gal o' my good looks au' character. An! M fer thet black, swarthy; cuss w'at rid ther bay mare-as fer him, ef 'et warn't fer ther trouble o' gittin' off from my ho'lS, I'd annihilate him in two jerks of a donkey's narl'ative. Oh, ye needn't grin, you doubting pilgrims, fer I c'u'd do the leetle tran>action, wi' th<1r greatest o' ease, an' not half try. Oh! I'm a North American tearer, I am, a.n:l don't ye doubt it. Mebbe I don't look as ef I could teetotally demolish several armie3, but ef ye don't believe I can fight, just call me a son of a Sila-cook, an' see how quick I'll hump my back up, and go fer ye, tooth, ton!lne and toe-nail!" "I have no desire to fight,' Dandy D9ll grunt00., for although he was an acknowledged dead shot, he w:i3 now chary about encountering; this cool sp:irtl in mortal combat. Rather would have waited until he could get him at an unfair ad.vantage-then show his hand. "More, I won't fight. lt's against the orders of General Howard, to fight a duel in this town, and I must heed his orders." "You ar.i a coward, and bsneath the notice of a cur!" Rx>.!lbnd Rob said, contemptuously. "I will let you off, as I always pity any person who ls afrairl !" "I am not afraid, but it is a"ainst the general's orders," tha Dandy protested, very sheepish. "Wait until I catch you outsiae the town limit3, anrl you shall have all the satisfac-tion you want!" "I pray that may be very soon," was Rose burl's rejoind "Race> over!" shouted Joe Redney, from the dtand. Circus won first money, Wild Bill's nag money, and White Face third<' Tha stakes will be divided at the Girard to-night. Clear out now, one and all." '!'.ha crowd accordin 'lY began to disperse, mainly m the direction of the town, the general and his suite and an escort of soldiers being tbe only ones who went toward the fort. Rosebud Rob rode leisurely toward the whistling, and appearing perfectly undisturoea although there were i;nany who were excited and enthusiastic over the victory of his spotted racer. No horse had these Beiidites and wild, rude Arizonians ever seen that could equal the Sport's cayuse, and many admiring glances did the victorious animal receive. "I suppose he is not for sale, eh'I' Captain May burn inquired, as Rosebud Rob dismounW before the Girard, and gave Circus into charge of the hostler. "Not for all the gold in these sir," the S:i><>rt replied, with a quiet smile. The horse, I might say, is a part of my being, and to part with him, would be to lose the most valued of all my present possessions." Ii:e is indeed a noble animal, and was well ridden," Mayburn replied, as he turned away, and sauntered down the street. Rosebud Rob gazed after him, a moment, and then entered the restaurant. Here he dined, and then sauntered into the gambling apartment to look on, for, although no gamester by profession, he knew what a goOd game was, and took pleasure in wat.ching the ever-changing tide of fortune. The first person he encountered, on entering, was the Girl Guide, Cinnamon Chip-the eccen tric creature in male attire1 whose beauty of face and form attracted umversal admiration, but whom no man seemed desirous of offending In those far-away mining regi ons, s uch women as wlar the breeches," are generally set down as tough c ustomers to handl e, where they carry weapons, as did the Girl Guide. She l ooked up, and smiled in recognition as she saw Rosebud Rob1,and put o u t a hand tb;t was as fair, and as son; as velvet. "Shake, partner, for I reckon you are the very galoot I am glad to see!" she said, her eyes dancing merrily. "It just did me proud, to see you scoot away from that gineral's darter's nag, 1t did, you betl an' J opine thar wasn't many who wasn't glaa you won. "Think so? Well, I don't know, I am sure. I saw, that my cawe had a warm ad vocate in you. "You bet yer boots. Ef ever I was g lad, i t was when I see'd you beat Flyin' Star. I war ruther dubious o' you, I see'd you lagging behind, but when you spurted ahead, sez I to myself, sez I : Chip, my gal, there's a square galoot1 half man, an' t'other half distilled lightnmg, and he's ther chap fer ye to ket.ch outer for a friend, bein's you're a lone trick in this full decli;.o' aces. So I made bold to salute ye, jest now, -although never had nary an introduc !" Which was perfectly right, 1f you are in need of a right bower," Rosebud replied, shak ing her hand, and then lighting a cigar. "I'm at your disposal for any service you may re quire, from hanging a road-agent, to scalping an Apache, although I have had m o r e experience in the former tha n in the latter lin e of b usi D$$. ,, That's the talk! I kuow'd you wasn't DO

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Chip, the Girl Sport. 9 slouch, the minnit I fired a glance at ye, and I I man was he, evidently, to brook lilsult or allow reckoned a gal could trust herself with a pard any one to crowd upon him. of your caliber\.without fear of insult or assault. Not far from the Captain, the Celestial, Pig Mebbe I don't ook quite like a fu'st-class angel tail Pete, was squatted upon the grass engaged in these togs, ner my vocabulary ain't quite in braiding his cue. poli s hed as a hot-house belle's, but I calculate Next to the Chinaman, was a tall, lanky felthere's considerable respect and virtue in me, low of powerful build, who looked as lf he :yet, although others might nut think it, because might be able to handle a dozen foes with coml'm a wild oat, and as independent as a hoi. on parative ease ke, an' can take care of number one, every day H e was a plainsman, to 'the core, and boasted in the week, and twice on Sunday." not of his many deeds, but was singularly re-" A. wild oat though you may be, I believe ticent and taciturn. In face he was dark, but you are all right, and can assure you of m:y not unhandsome, with black eyes, hair and friendship to the end," Rosebud Rob said, mustache and even teeth of pearly whiteness warmly, although a sudden wavP of sadness which he showed every time he spoke oflaugh swept across his handsome face, as be thought ed, which was not often. of his loved one who r eposed down in a golden Tl is man was famil:iarlx known to the Bum gulch in the wild Black Hills-poor Baltimore mff's B e ndites as Wild Bill Marion, the Aven Bess, who :in her life and strength, ere the assesger, .from the fact that h is chief mission in life sin's hand struck her, bad been so like this Cinseemed to be the wreaking of vengeance upon namon Chip in character and spirit. "I, as whateve r Indians came in l:iis way. well as yourself, count as a stranger in this town, Years before, it was said, his wife and only and strangers often make the warmest friends. child had been massacred by the red-skins, and I supp<>56 you came here to dig for golden nughe had ever since devoted his life to destroying gets?' the red-skin savages. "Nary a time, my Rosebud! no mining on Next to the scout, seated upon a log was a my plate, if I know myself. Just wbnt burly G erman named Fritz, 1md a coal-black brought me down to Bummer's B end is at darky., Jerusale m Grundy by name, both of present a secret, which I must not betray even whom were members of Mayburn's party. to :rou." Upon the other side of the captain stood an Nor is it required that you should," RoseArizonian of powerful build+. known all bud Rob replied. My mission here is also un-through the north and west as Old .nardpan-a known to any one except myself.-HeUol I great strapping, burly individual, with a head wo1'der what's the rumpus now?" of immense proportion covered with straggling Something. evidently, for the door had sud-hair and beard; eyes iarge and bloodshot, and denly been thrown opelf, and a squad of soldiers a mouth of enormous proportions. One pec u beaded by Dandy Dell Guthrie entered the gam-liarity of his ccuntenance was its marvelous reine: saloon. semblance to that of a bullfrog, the features 1 It's you or me as is wanted, Bobbie!" Cinbeing noticeably shaped in the same manner, namon Chip announced, quickly drawing and and giving to him an odd and uncouth appear cocking h e r revolvers. "Tull your pill-boxes, ance . pard. and if they give you five wiggles of
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10 Chip, the Girl Sport. Cap, whar ye aimin' fur, wi' sech .a handful o' men, an' ther mountings an' peerairiesswarmin' wi' 'Pash a ixtures?" "That is something I don't exactly know myself," Captain Maybum replied with a musi cal laugh. "We're bound for somewhere, but just wh ere that somewhere is, I cannot say." "Great bound fer ther howlin' wilderness, an don't kno' whar ye're goin'!" "I guess that's about the size of it," May burn replied. In fact, I reckon we're on a wild-goo3e chase, unless, perchance, you can enus." Great behomaths an' mastadPns o' Holy Writ! Ef thar' s one man can onlighten ye, I'm the very roseate-tinted gourd, right up from the Milky river-ther prickly cactus fresh frum ther plains o' New Mexico-ther big-mouthed, melodious bull-frog frum ther savanna swamps uv ther Nor'west! Speel out, my Christyun friend, and ef I can't answer ye, I'll dry up, an' say quits by tho great etarnal!" "Well, sir, what brought us up into this God-forsak e n region, is substantially as follows: A short time since, an old trapper came to our camp, one night, up Utah way, where we were prospecting, and told. us a fabulous yarn about an old ruined Indian town of some extinct race, that was rich with golden treasures, and a wild rugged pile of mountainous rocks, in the center tif a haunted lake, surmounted by a temple con taining an idol or statue_ of solid gold, whose eyes were real diamonds of marvelous size, the actual worth of all of which was millions of dol lars. "A love of adventure, and a desire to see this golrl.en curiosity, led us to ol>tain the direc tions from the trapper, how to reach the desired goal, and we started. You now find us on our way, but quite as uncertain how to proceed as a man lost upon thti Staked Plain." "And a3 hig a pack o durned fules aS' evyer straddled a hoss," Old Hardpan grunwd. "Then you have heard of this ruined citadel and the golden idol!" "Great cattymounts, y es I've heerd on't, an' heerd a thousan' diff erent yarns about. it!" "But do you believe that there is any truth in the matter?" "Heaps on't, stranger. Thar ain't skeercely no doubt that such a place exist"i... fer et war dis covered by Hayden's Explorin' .lJ;xpedition sev eral years ago, but they war either out1 or driven out, nobody seems to know which, an sence then nobody can find ther place ner reach it in any shaw." "Then have been made fu reach itr' "Yes. More ner a dozen d i fferent cusses hev attempted ter reach it, but failed-leastwise they nevyer o.nteed up ag'in, an' I 'spect they got fast.ened somehow." But will not Professor Hayden, or some of his men, give a clew to this mystery-enshrouded place!" "Not by a durned sight. They're as close mouthed about et as a pack o' mules. Ask 'em about et, an' all they'll do is ter grin an' keep their jaws frum waggin'. Nothin' kin ye pump ootof tMm." "Whiah is strange,'' Captain Mayburn said. This trapper who informed us elaimed to haft visited the ruined temple, and viewed the golden idol, but before he could pocket any of the gold, he was seized by invisible hands and blindfold ed, after which he was borne through the air in some kind of conveyance, and after a long while found himself standing IIpoq the ground in an ope n prairie, unable to tell where he was or how he came there. Days of wandering failed to bring him to the 'spirit town,' as he termed it, and besieged by a superstition, he made tracks down to the South, swearing never to set foot in Arizona again." A grim expression flitted across the face of Old Hardpan bard to interpret. I've heerd orful stories about et-one about a speerit band o' Apache Injuns, headed by a specter red-skin gal, who fight in the air, an' fly about like gennywine angels, tho' they war, mOl"0 like, flyin' devils." Then you have no idea wheru to find this mysterious place!" I reckon thar's nary a mortal in these parts as kin p'int out ther route ter Mount Rosa ex cept one, onless Wild Bill Marion, thar, knows, fer he's scouted heaps further than I." "I would give a hundred s.calps to know how to reach the place," the dark-visaged avenger said, taking his pipe from his mouth long enough to speak. "Who is this exception you mentionedr' May burn asked, eagerly. "Et's a gal-a wild, devif sort o' a critter who w'ars britches, an' calls herself Cinnamon Chip." I "What! does this strange girl know the route to the ruined city?" "I reckon she do, fer her father, Old Sandy Barrett war one o' Hayden's party, ther time they found ther place, an' w'en he passed in his checks, last winter, he whispered sum secret ter the gal, an' I'll allow et was about the golden idol, fer he p'inted sou'west, a\l' got excited. I strained my old ears, but c'u'dn't beer one con sarned word about e t." This Cinnamon Chip must be enlisted in my service, then,'' Captain Jack, saidJ rising. "I will go at once to the town and nunt her up, for I want to start in the morning, if I can m any way secure h e r services." "Keerect, an' ef ye hain't no objections, I'll pedestrianize along with you, .fer 'twiit you an' me an' ther gooseberry-bush, thet l eetle town o' Bummer's Bend wouldn't be a healthy place fer ye ter strike, ef it war known ther bizness w'ich fetches ye inter Al'izona " And why not!" Mayburn exclaimed, in sur prise. "Oh! I don't 'xactly know why, but I've seen sum mighty s'spicious things sense I've been squattin' around Bummer's Bend. Thar's one thing as plain as yer nose, and that's ter ther effect th.et ef ther durned Apa.sh nigger, White Face, w ore ter get an inkling: whar you're boiind fer, ye'd hev his hull baoo at yer heels, like wassups." 1 ''Then you think W bite Fa.ca knows all a'hout the 'spirit city r I dunno; but he don't eeem delighlled ter !!e8 a.nybody steerin' any further inter ther wildeI"

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Chip, the Girl Sport. 11 "Well, come along, and we'll go to the Bendi and see what can be done with the Gir Sport, Cinnamon Clup." The advent of the squad of soldi e r s into the Girard gambling-saloon, beaded as they were by Dandy Dell, who was lieutenant of General Howard's command, in addition to his other positions, caused no little excitement. Games of all kinds were instantly suspended, and the votaries thereof, as well as the assem bled spectators, drew weapons and stood wait ing the issue. In no way or manner were the citizens of the Bend particularly fond of Uncle Sam's boys; then the fact that they were headed by the blustering bully, Dandy Dell, seemed to indica hat there was no uncertain savoring of a row. EspE'Cially did the sportive portion of the Bendites dislike Dandy Dell, because hen eve r played but to win, and many a gamester had he cleaned out. Hence the dislike. So that Cin namon Chip and Rosebud Rob were not the only ones to draw their weapons, on the defen sive. On entering, Dandy Dell took in the situation at a glance, and a dark scowl mantled bis fore head. "Well, sir, what do you want here!" de manded Colonel Dick Douglass, the bluJf and portly proprietor of the Girard, as he came in from the hotel to see what was the matter. "What do you mean by bringing those soldiers in here!" I reckon I don't have to ask leave to enter here, with the power of the United States," Guthrie replied, insolently. "I ain't going to disturb any of your possessions!" "No, I'll allow you a.in'tl" Colonel Dick re torted. "Ner ye ain't going to disturb none o' my patrons, nutherl" Kerwboop I thet's the kind o' talk ter come frum a Christyun!" cried Cinnamon Chip en thusiastically. Spit it out to the sen of a Greaser, cornel, nte frum the r e lhow, an' ef he gives y o u any o' his lip, smack him one on the mug, for m e! "What do you want here, Guthrie!" tile proprieto r demande d again. "Well, sir. it won't take long to tell ye that," the bully r ep lied. "I've cum fer that pair of precious rascals over ther&-he that calls himself Rosebud Rob, and the girl, Cinna mon Chip I" -'"But what authority have you for wanting them, sir? I gen erally protect my patrons, unless J find them crim 'nal." "I have an arrest--W. So in the gambling saloon there was a prospect of an approaching affray, for an ordinary spectat,or would have bad no doubt but that the bullying li eutenant-mayor would make a pounce upon the bold Sport with bis squad of soldiers. But cunning as the wolf was the commandant's n ep h ew ; he saw that d espite his handful of men, the odds were against him, for Rosebud Rob was a h os t in himself, and then, to all appearances, he was backed1 not only by Cinna mon Chip, but by the entire gang of gamblers assembled in the saloon. Come if I'm the stool-pigeon you're trappingafter,' RosebudRobcriedagain. "No time like the present to catch on to me, if that is your desire We'll piny snap-and-ketch-'em -I'll snap the bullets at ye, an' ye ca n ketch 'em!" "Hip! h ooray! thet's ther tune fer ye! Ef ye wanter sing sail right in, an' hum at us in short meter, an' we'll play ye a chorus. Ob1 we kin do it, and don't ye doubt it!" chimea in Chip. "Yes Guthrie, why don't you sail in!" Colonel Dick, the proprietor, demande d, triumphantly. "There's ample opportunity to show your good will, by making business for an undertaker, now." Curse the luck, how am I to enforce thw general's orders, if the citizens a ll turn against me!" the Dandy exclaimed savagely, as he glared around. "Ten ter one ain't ther ticket f e r me." "No, that's true. Unless you can have things all your own way, you crawfisbl"wasRosebud's sarc astic reminder. "You can't play that game now, however, my friend. We've got to bave a little settlement, because you fired two chunks o' l etl11 at me to-day, an' I opine ther general ain't a-going to boss this l eetle j ob, an' I opine, secondly, tbet this l eetle scrape can be settled right here, if so be the proprietor hasn't no ob jections." 'None at all," C o l onel Dick replied," pro vidin' ye'll mop up all the gore spilt an' carry out :ver own corpses, when ye git through." I'll see to that. unless I get tapped over the head," Sport replied. Come, Sir Dandy, nominate your choice of weaponr., so th/l.t we can iet to work."

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b!ii;;>. the Girl Sport. "Yes, speel out yer calibr, and jack up yer courage!" Cinnamon Chip cried, fairly dancing at the prospect of a row. "Don't git weak in ther knees, ner pale under the gills, ef ye are goiu' ter do mortal combat wi" ther Sport, fer he's condensed nitro-gly'cerino, an' ef ye go ter toolin' around, fu'st ye know he'll explode, ont an' out, an' ye'll find yerself wn thoiisand miles trum nowhere." "Shet up curse you!" Guthrie growled. "I didn't come here to fight a duel, but to obey the g eneral's orders." "Then why don't you obey 'em?" the proprie tor of the Girard demanded. Be ca use taere appears to be too heavy a hand against my deck. Pull off your pack of gamblers, and I'll soon show you bow quick I'll take the precious pair." Gentlemen," Rosebud Rob said, to those of the gamblers and spectators who nad drawn weapons, "please put up your pill boxes and carvers, and give this rooster a chance to back his crowing. I'll dare-yes, double dare him to wade in now with his whole parcel of soldiers I" And each with a pair of serviceable revolvers in hands1 th" S:port and Cinnamon Chip stood waiting ror the ISsue. But still the "mayor" hesitated. No dainty job did he esteem it to take the plucky couple, whose coolness evide n ced the fact that thef were ready and willing to fight. Youd better surrender I" he blustered, for I don't want ter hurt ye, but shell have to, unless you throw down your shootiu'-irons." "That's prec isely what we're waiting for you to do" Rosebud Rob retorted; "but there's a fair prospec t that our patience will be exba.usted." I reckon you're right. I've struck ye from tfier wrong quarter, and will pass, tll.is time," the dandy bully owned up. But, l ook out fer Irie the next time-I'll catch you on the fonl, then." And get bounced out on the first base," Cinnamon Chip rejoined as with his "guard" of soldiers Guthrie turned, and filed out of the saloon. "Ohl you are a valiant h ero, you. are, Dandy Dell, but I can lick ye qui cker than a billy goa.t can wiggle his narrative, and don't ye doubt it!" Clearly d e fAated was the general's nephew, and cursing in no elegant way, he betook him self from tbe town, and across the prairie to the fort, which consisted of a block-bollS0, and a number of smaller shanties in which the soldiers were quartered. The block-house was two and a half stories in and the whole mass of buildings ware rnc osed by a high slab fence. In the second story of the block-hollS0 were the reception-rooms and dwelling-apartments of General Hc>ward and his daughter, and they were furnished in rather elegant style for being so far from the bounds of civilization. To the parlor of the suit, Adelbert Guthrie took himself-I. on his arrival at the fort, and found Miss J!Ovelyn pacing to and fro, impatiently. "wem" she demanded, looking np, expectantly. "I couldn't fetch 'em!" h e replied, sourly. The whole of gamblers in the town drew weapons on his side." "Bahl did you not have the soldiers?" Even so, but I was outnumbered, and I did not dare to lead the gen eral's command into a battle of my own ordering." "Pooh l you are a coward, Dell Guthrie. Now if the v are still at large, what is going to be done?'' "That is for you to say. Nothing can be done with either the Sport or the girl, by attacking them openly. W e shall have to nab them un awares." Did you sen d Lynx to learn the mission of the blonde-haired stranger in this region?" I did, but h e is not r eturned." Probably be is having difficulty in finding out what'be is after. The blonde stranger is not h ere without an object, and that object is to find Mount Rosa, and the idol. There is but one person in Bummers Bend who can l ead the trail to it;. and that person is the female who calls herself vinnamou Chip I" "Ab I I see, now, then, wh;r your enmity for tho girl," Guthrie r e pli ed. 'She is a danger ous party to have around." "Very true, and she must be gotten rid of as soon as possible, although I do not know just h ow She is not alo n e dangerous because of what she knows of the Mt. Rosa business, but there is some other secret connecting her with our family. Did you not notice how the general was agitated when h e saw her, down at the r aces? He tnrned as pale as a sheet, and trem bled. I asked him what was the matter, but be refused to tell me. But, I am sure thero is some important secret that threatens me." "Ah I perhaps your position as General Howard's daughter, may be usurped-{)r, perhaps, a wife may step in ahead of you in bis affection s, Guthrie suggested, with a villainous smile. What then ma belle?'' "War I" Miss Evelyn said, with sudden fierce ness. "No woman shall step in ahead of me. Eve r since I can remember, I have been the general's daughter, and for a number of years, I have h eld the key to his money safe." You hold it, now?" "No. H e demanc)ed the key a half an h our since-a thing be has n o t done before in ten yeiu;s; and a circumstance which leads me to believe that something unusual is on foot." "If this Girl Sport sho uld step in between you and the general's 11.t'fectio n and money, where is my loose cash to come fromf' Guthrie demanded, anxiously. She shall step out faster than she. steps in, mark my word f o r it!" the J?l'Oud beauty of the fort declared, her eyes blazmg with dangerous light. "No woman shall supplant m e while the r e are ways to remove intruders I" "Royally spoken, my fair cousin; and, by the way, i s not the day growing nigh, when I am to be made the happiest of m e n, by having the lAgal right to support and protect you?" "Hal ha! You'd make a famous supportet and protector, when i>ven now you have to de pend upon me for your spare cash. I will, however, keep your case in mind, and if I de

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Chip, the Gir l Sport. 18 no t izet a better o ffer, you may be the lucky man!' "I'll plant the man that dares to make you a better off er," the villai n ous lov e r said, W:ith a grimace "Now, about the se enemies-the Sport and the girH What are you going to dol "Nothing, personally. It is you who must put the girl out of the way and give the Sport a thrashing for having the audacity to ente r the race agamst my will The spotted horse, too, must be secured, for it is a superb animal, and I would possess it at any co st." Y tiu would not dare be see n in possession of i t h ere!" "Oh, no! I t must be spirited away, until the Sport leaves. "Will you be out, to-night'!" "Certainly, unless the g e n eral detains me too late in n ursing his troublesome gout. I have one man to see, and think you know who I mean!" "White Face!" "Ye s. I want you to return to the Bend, and if you can find him, direc t him to m eet me at Black tfollow when the moon is a half-hour u p. Do you understand 'I" "Certainl y, my fair cousin. I t remains for me thenhto chastise "the Sport, and put the Girl Sport w ere the daisi e s gro w "Yes. I w ould like to know the secret be t w ee n h e r and the general,,_ but suppose it i s use l ess to try to find out. .l:Sut by all means take care that she does not g e t an intervie w with t h e blonde captain of the rangers, for if so be he is in sear c h of Mount Rosa, and finds out that the girl knows the route, he will be sure to enffag e h e r as guide." Very w e ll. As soon as it comes night, I'll go to the tow n, and do your errand.. But first of all, I must have a little money to d efray e x pense s." "I haven't a c ent, and the g e n eral has the keys to his safe. You will have to do with out. "Ah I but I won't!" Guthrie declared, bluntly. "You've either g o t to come d own to the tune of a hundred or ?r straight to the g en eral do I g o and tell nim something that will flllf.P,rise him I" No, no!" Evelyn said, quickly h e r face growin.ashe n h u oo1." not that. I have a few dollars, and you shall have that." She took a purse from her pocket, and ex tracted a r.:ill of bills, which Guthrie received with evident satisfaction. I lmew you were lying," he said, as he arose and b6wed himself out. A har d expression came upon Evelyn H oward s face after h e had Curse him I I believe h e wo ul d give m e away, b u t for my feeding him on mon ey. U g h I shudder at the thought o f t h e conse que n ces, shou l d I be exposed. And, yet, it w orks so s low-no apparen t assurity of its eve r c o nsummating t h e d esired purpose 1 would I bad employed some s urer and m ore rapi d I am playing a d espe r ate g ame, and pla"Yinl!: to win but if I f ail-but bah! I will not f all I will win, f o r t h e trai n must sooner or later reac h the magazine. Then, all m y long sc h eming will be successfully a t a n e n d, and-as for marrying Adelbert G uthrie-t he r e are surer and quicke r ways to decide for him. A s f o r the bold thing who cal1s herself Cinnamon Ch i p1 if Guthrie doe 3 not settle her haslt, I will do iti myself, and attend to the cool Sport and the blonde-haired captain, afterward I And the g eneral's daughter laughed bitterly, as she surveyed herself in a mirror. Beautiful was she but very evil at heart-a belle of the Bummer's Band's first society, and yet a very wolf -the disguise of a lamb-a woman, whose evil passion s unchecked a s the y were-might work many a person ill. A coup l e of miles north of Bummer's Ben d the prairie broke f rom its l evel couroe into a. series of undulations and h ollows, one of w h ic h was d ee p and ravinelik e with rocky w all s on either side, and a pebbly bottom ove r w h ic h water sometimes fl.owed in the wet seasons. A prairie firfl bad licked the place and smoked its s tee p walls at no distant day, and hence its appellation of Black Hollow. It was a spookerish plac e in the day to say n othing about the night; yet it was often the campingplace of b ands of vagabond Indians and horse -thie v e s, who dared not expose t heir camp-fires upon the prairies n ear the fort. About the same hour that Captain Mayburn and Old Hardpan started from their camp for the B e nd, a single horseman entered the Black: Hollow from its mouth, and rode carefully into the d ark depths The full m oo n just peeping up over the eastem horiz on, in a m easure ht the way; but the n horse see m e d famili a r with the path, and made no objecti o n to the sp< <>kis h place. The rider was closely wrapped in a blanket, but the f eathers whic h ornamented his s calp lock proclnim e d him an Indi an. And had a per son seen his face they w ould have r e cognized him as White Face the Apache. Not far into the H o llow did the chief ride be fore he drew rein and l ooked caut iously around him. Evide n tly s eeing no one h e whe eled his horse facing the direction from which he had com e and then both l:lorse and ride r r e m ained motionless, making a w eird1 uncanny spectac le, as revealed in the moon's f u ll rays. For some time all was silent, and then a h o rse's feet resounded upon the pebbly bottom and a woman rode up to where the Apache chie f was standing-not Miss Evelyn Howard, evi dently, but a strange-looking Indian maiden, whose f-eatures were darker than those of the Apache-a dusky creature with dark efes a n d hair, clad in a semi-male hunting s ui t of purest w h ite, with a white c loak around h e r shoulders, and no c o v ering to h e r head. S h e drew r ein w h e n the ho rse w a s close beside t h e Apach e, who sat stoically m his saddl e, and pee r ed inquiring l y into his f ace. 11 I s this White Face, t h e great chie f of t h e N orthern Ape.cheer' she asked, in pure Eng li sh. 11 I am White Face," was the answe r. 1 Who is the Indian maidenr' 11 I am White Fawn, the Spirit Rider o f the Flying Indians I" the maide n r e plied at which a startled yell pealed from White Face's lips.

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CbJp, the Girl Sport. CHAPTER VI. A THIEF 41 PL.A.NT. AlTEB leaving thll_camp Jack Mayburn and Old Hardpan trudg ed rapidly toward the Bend, through the early moonli ght of the e v ening. A walke r was the big Arizonian, as the cap tain soon found out, for he was often obliged to trot to catch up with him. "Yes, the t Cinnamon Cbip ar' a gal an' a _half," the gld s c out replied, in answ e r to s ome previous que stion of the captain. She 's clear condensed dynamite, mixed up wi' a little nitro glycerine, and sum giant powder.I an' when ye tech her off, she scatters things, 1 kin tell ye amazin'ly. F e r instan c e, I see'd her walk inter a saloon up in Montana, a f e w months ago1 an' salivate two toughs wi' an' ounce o' lead apie c e, all bec ause they'd bin sayin' unpretty things ag'in' her honor. Ohl she c orned them down fine, an' then she coolly turned an' mvited the r crowd ter ther same picnic, ef they war etchin' fer etarnity. " Wonderful. i have reason to believe she i s the very person I want to guide my party," Mayburn said. "Have y o u any idaa. that she will_go, Hardpan!" "Dunno 'bout that," the big Arizo nijln an swered, thoughtfully. P'r'aps ye might catch on ter h er, ef so be she a in't an' tuk the t Sport, Rosebud Rob, in fer a life partne r She war ke e pin' cluss ter him a spell ago, in town, an' I 'spect she is .struck after him." "Humph! If it comes to that I'll take 'em both along. The Sport i s no slou c h "Right ar' ye. Th e t Rosebud Bob ain't no galoot, nary a time, an' y e'll do well to r e m e mber it. hain't got quite s o much wild d e vil in him, since he Jost his gal, Bess down in the Hills, but h e's got enough bonus ftir a hull regi m e nt, now " This Bess-we.., she his daughter! "Narv a time! She war sum sech a ter as Cinnamon Chip an' I reckon she an' the Sp;ort w u'd have got j'ined, only fer her reCiint death." This Cinnamon Chip-is she of e;ood pa.rentager' W a.al, neow, I reckon, I do. Thar's 1jher old man war one o' ther best trappers on ther frontier, an' a good guid e too. Ther old woman died, /ears a.go, an' I never see'd her but I've heer it allowed thet she war a good old critter. An' when ye cum ter Chip ye'll 1lnd her squa.r' an' honorable, even if she is a leetle rough and wild." By this time they bad reached the of the town, and passing a.long down the mam street, they soon came to the gambling saloon connec t.ere inside-seated at a small deal table eng a g ed at a so c ial g a me of pok<>r. At the sight of Old Hardpan. Chip sprung to h"r f!lElt and grasped his extended horny hand, with an exclamation of joy. "Ke rwhoop I may I be everlastingly to dtmth wi' grizzly b ars e f e t ain't the snorting yowlin' hippopotamus ol tbe r Nor'west l s he cried, joyfully "Rosebud, my c h erub. l e t me interdooce y e to one o' the old blisters in Christiandom, whose handle 1 s Old Hardpan, Bed Rock, or any othe r pet attachment y o u can scare up in an old spellin'-ho o k Rosebud R o b acknowled g ed t he introduction by shaking hands, and als o nodding to May burn. "You old !'Brious, h o w d o yo do1'' Chip contmued, e ffus i vely, putting out her foot and tripping Old Hardpan into a chair. I n ever was half s o tic kled to see any one in my life hang ed e f I was Why, I could jest almost eat y e How, and whe nce, and where fore, c om eth you down into this onliealthy raw-on ? Chip, my blushin' hollyhock, I slid down on ther l o w e r jaw ov an equator!" the sc out re s po nded, with a chuc kle. "And what may be d o in', a-playin' keerds wi' anothe r pilgrim! " Ob I've doubled up wi' this R o sebud, 'c'ase he's di s till e d lightning, and thar's nary a man in t own as durst tech him. He an' I hev swored eternal constan c y an' frienqship-the t i s, ef one gits inte r a fight, t'othe r 'un pana out an' shows: his h and on the defensiv e ; an' then, ye see, Hardpan, I'm s orter mashed on ther -handsome Sport1 .an' 'sp ec t sum day ter be inwited tel' sheer nis joys an' sorrtirs." And the eccentric Girl Sport ftasbed Rosebmt Rob a quizzical glance, a smile playing about her pretty mouth. "We.al, Chip, mebbe you've struc k ther right lead, my gal, bu1' tbet ain' t naythe r beer ner thar, I opine. This yere cmnamon-haired galoot here; whose name is Cap Mayburn wants ter ye as guide ter an explorin party, an' I'll remark thet ther same capt'in is a squar' galoot, an' as good as they manyfa.cter. So e f ye can strike a bargain wi' him, kerectl" "Well. I opine we can biz!" Chip as sented, li ghting a cigarette. and thrusting her hands into her pock e ts Where d'ye pro-pose ter to; Blondy?" I am huntmg for the ruined town of some extinct Indian rac e, whic h is said to exist in this territory, and to c ontain ric h mines of gold," Mayburn replied, "and having entirely lost my bearings, I am in quest of some person who can guide me thit her. Hardpan, here, be lieved that you could do it. and I came to see ir we. could strike a bargain." "I reckon thet won't be much o' a difficulty," Chip replied, thoughtfully, "providin' ye want ter sheer eka.lly in the spoils, an' take Rosy, here, 'long with me, as we're goin' t e r hang out in partnership." "C
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Cblp, the Girl Sport. IS "Have you e v e r been to this place?" May burn asked, eagerly. "Yas, I r eckon I hev," the Girl Guide as sert.ed "It warn't more' n about a -month ago thet my anatomy war cavortin' around, up thar." An' yesaw the ruined town on the top of a mount'in w'ic h stood in ther c enter o' a lake!" Old Hardpan demanded, excit.edly. "Yes, I o pin e I did," and Chip spoke solemn ly. "I see' d all that and m ore too, but j est what, I d o n t quite know. Thar' s a mystery about the place, an' blest ef I can make head ner tail out o' et. " Did you see the golden idol!" Mayburn asked. "No. I didn't climb the r mounting, nohow. My hair stood on end, wi'out venturin' off from ther lake shore." "Did y o u see the Spirit Ride r and h e r band of Apaches! Yas, an' blazed away at 'am, but couldn't score a hit." "Now, after all that you have seen, what is your candid summary of the case! "Waal, sence ye've asked, an' y e're nParly as good-lookin', and mashable a s Rosebud beer, I'll tell you; the stories about the g old in that mount'in I calculate are true. Et has evident ly, in some r e moto age, been an Indian town. for in those long-ago days, the tribes built their homes like the wood chuck, in the ground, instead of on top of it, as is evidenced in this territory by the frequent caves in the mountains. Mount Rosa, as et ar' called, I presume contains a beep o' caves, w'ich war ther village fer an old tumble-down stone ruins of a temple o' some sort is ther only on to:p o' the r peak, now. As fer therplace bein inhab1t.ed wi'speerits, an' / bein' ha'nted wi' spooks an' h o b g oblins, hanged ef I quite know what ter say. I see'd sum things 1 enough t e r make a Napoleon an' I reckon thar' s critters hoverm' around ther place w'at ain't natteral born citizens o' this world. "My informant told me that he saw spectral Indians flying through the air overhead, and fighting e a c h..oth er, and groaning and screeching enough to scatter one's courage endways," May-. burn said. Y as, I see'd ther consarned things which had wings, an' looked as big as giants, an' they w ere cavortin' thr'u' the air in a way thet made m e shiver 'way down ter my boots, although I ll allow I ain1t w erry cowardly. But I didn't beer na groauin' n e r screechin'. But I opine thar's sum quee r things thar. " Strange inde ed!" Rosebud Rob said, "and it was for the v ery purpose of solving the mystery that I came into this country. Ready am I to tJ.ke a hand in the investigation, as I never ;;aw a ghost bigger than a man's imagination yet. Will you guide us to the haunted city, Vhip ? " I opi n e ye3 R obert, my Rosebud," the Girl Guide rPplied. W'a'rsumever ye rotate will I perrigrinate, no matter ef et be inter ther region o' the Nile, or the frozen region o' North Pole dom. An' ef ye're afther wra'!lllin' wi' ghosb! an' sfch like, set me down fer an old-!aahion sideboltl" The n I can d epend upon you both, can If" Mayburn aske d. Yes. H ow soon will you start?" "Early in the if possible. I want night to find me many mil e s on my journey, tomorrow." V e r y well, I for one will be with yon early to-m orrow, and as for Chip, she will probably be o n band, as she is the the guide to our fates and fortune s," R osebud rni'!i with a i:mil e Y es you b e t y e r boots 1;innamon Chip will be on d ec k reddy fer a ginnywine circUl!. Hardpan, you old nigbt-bloomin' serious, are we to be-favored wi' y e r company!'' "Tbet's perzactly w'at yer 'umble snrvent don't know, Chip. I don't know as tber captain kerries sech breed o' animals along wi' his show or not. My bullfrog bazzoo, bowsumever, I al low might skeer off sumo' ther "Of course I count y o u in, May burn de clared1 sla:pp,ing the upon the shoulder heartily. My expedition would not be com plete without you. I will accordingly count you all in for an early start for Mount Rosa in the morning. Thep.> accompanied by Old Hardpan, Captain .oo.ayburn took his departure and went back to bis camp around the Bend. Rosebud Rob and Cinnamon Chip then finished their game, after which they separated for the night, the girl guide going to a room she had engaged in the hotel, and Rosebud going out upon the street, and around to the stables in the rear of the hotel. It was bis custom to take a look at his horse nightly before r etiring, to see that it had been well cared for and was all safe. But to-night, as he approacbtod the stables, he thought he beard a restless movement among the animals, and a moment later he discovered that the door leading into the stables was partly ajar. "Hello! I wonder who's In there!" was his first muttered exclamation resulting from the discovery. "I don't believe it's any of the bostlersJ this time.of night. I reckon it won't do any narm to investigate, anyhow." And drawing a revoiver in either hand, he stepped into a shadow, to wait and listen, for he was satisfied some strange person was among the horses. For some time he heard the uneasy movement among the animals, as if they were afraid of som ething, and then came to the Sport's ears sounds of murmuring voices. Evidently there were two persons in the stable instead of one. With the untiring patience of a sleuth, Rose bud waited and watched, and finally was r& warded by seeing the door cautiously open. Then a man stepped out of doors and peered cautiously around. Seeing no one, evidently he addressed a few words fu some one withm the stable, and a moment later a second individual rode from the stable on a horse, and the horse none other than the Sport's own spotted animal, Circus. A whistle of amazement 01caped Roeebud's lips, but it did not happen to reach the ean ot the two hone-thieves-for he had no di111cul'*7 in recognizing them as the bully of the

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16 Ch!p. the Girl Sport. Dandy Dell, and his half-breed companion, Lynx. Evidently it "Vas their purpose t.o steal the Sport's noble rac!er, and run him off on the sly, where he could never be founrl. "I guess the course is all clear," Dandy D ell said, addressing the half-breed, as he glanced sharply around t.o see if by any chance an ob serve r was in the neighborhood. B e careful in going down the street, and if you encountE>r any sign of trouble, j es t let the b east out. Go ahead, now, and when you have corraled the animal, return here." Hold on I don t be so fast about getting off with .my horse if you please!" Rosebud Rob cried, stepping suddenly forward, and covering the two villains simultaneously with his r e volvers. I rather rec kon I'll take a hand in this little game, and turn a couple of trumps at least!'' Guthrie uttered a frightful oath. and the halfbreed whipped a pist.ol from his belt. But it was an unlu cky move f o r b{m. For a shot from the Sport's left-hand pis tol suddenly caused him t.o throw up his hands and tumble from his saddle with a fierce death-yell. "Mebbe you'd better follow his example !" Ros ebud R o b said, turning coolly to Guthrie "I can a ccommodate y o u if like and save your neck from Lynch' s n oose !" "Cuss ye, no! I'll pass !" the bully cried, and making a sudde n b ound that the Sport had not be e n l ooking for, h e c l eared the neares t fence and darted away a c r oss tbe prairie. Onee l twice thrice the S port's p is tol spok e in a deadly voi ce, and eac h time Guthrie flinched, but h e fin ally g o t out of r a nge and made for the fort at the t.op of his speed. CHAPTER VII. THE SPORT' S W ONDERFUL DREAM. THE Sport h a d scar ce l y c eased firing when Col o n e l Dic k t he proprietor of the Girard, and sever a l otb. e r s made their appearanc e upon the sc e n e H e llo!" the colone l exclaimed, seeing the Sport, the snotte d horse, and the s tiffening halfbreed "What kind of a circus are you having out h ere. Bob!" Oh, I've been trying my hand on horsethie v es R osebud replied, "whom I caue;ht in the a c t of appropriating my cayuse. The r e' s one o f the r es ults, and yonde r goes another to ward the fort at the t.op of his speed, who, if you follow him np, you'll find to be your esti-mable t.ownsmau, Dandy Dell." "The deuce you say! And the se two worthies were in the act of running off with your horse, eh?" I opine they were and as I have no mercy for a horse-thief, I just relieved the half-bree d, and-let the other cuss git away, with sev eral ounces of lead in his system." Good boy I The only fault is that you didn't drop the dandy, too." "Sorry myself that I couldn't have completed the job," Rosebud Rob returned. But, as I am going t.o take a skull down t.o the fort and back yet to-night, I may have an opportuwty "All right; and ef ye get in trouble down the r e j es t give a Comanche screec h, and ther hull town will come t.o your rescue!" bluff, big hearted C o l onel Dic k said. RosehuJ R o b sprung upon his horse, which was saddled and bridled, and dashed away out of the town a n d down t.oward the fort. Dandy Dell had by this time reached it, and was nowhere t.o be seen. On arriving at the gate, the Sport encoun tered a guard, who l e v e led bayonet, anJ d& mantled t.o know what was wanted. "You open the gat.e and g e t out of the way or I'll durned soon inform you," and Rosebud drew a r e volv er. I want to see the gene ral, and the healthiest thing you can do is to show him tome." "Can't see him," the guard replied. "He is in his r oom nursing his g out, an be dis turbed. Won't the li eutenant do!" "No, sir. t h e lieutenant w o n't do. I just saw him seve r a l be t te r than h e wanted. Open the m gates, I s a y and ta\rn me to the door of the general's r oom-I'll d o the r es t. And mind you, see that m y hors e is ready for m e whe n I come out again. A six-shooter in the hand of a cool man J S often a great induce m ent, and the guard felt that the best thing for him to do was t.o obey. So h e threw open the gates, and led the way int.o the court-yard. H e r e R ose b iJ d Rob dismounted, and they both entered the fort. A scending a fli ght of stairs, t.o the second st.ory, the guard s howed him the r oo m oc c upied by the gen eral\ and the n took his d eparture Trying the a oo r R osebud found it unlocked, anil ente red without c e r e m o n y The g e n eral was in an easy-ehair, with his corpulent limbs r esting upon anothe r chair, and was eng a ged in smokin g and reading But be l ooked up in evident great surprise as Rosebud R o b e ntered. Praysit s till and do n o t be alarmed." the Sport said, r eassuring ly, as h e c oolly helped him self t.o a seat and lit a cigar. "I just dropJ?OO in to have a little chat with you, c oucernrng your own w elfare. I perceive you are suff ering from the affli ction commonly called gout." "I am, sir, v ery true I have been annoyed and troubled with it for over three m onths." A s I s u p p osed Now, G e n eral H oward, I do n o t suppose you put any faith in dreams the r e is n o t o n e in a hundred that d oes Still, I have had a v e r y remarkablo dream concerning you, and if. r,ou will but give me your kind attentio n, I will relate it t.o you, as I believe you will be interested." Go on sir. Although the matter of dreams is the least of my troubles, I will listen t.o you." "The n I will procred. To introduce myself, my name is Robert Maplet.on, but for short, I am called Rosebud Rob. My business is t.o 'rove around, and observe things, generally, and when I can expose a crime or bring a criminal t.o justice, I generally make it a point t.o do so. A couple of nights since, while camped upon the prairie, a matter of forty miles from here, I had the very singular dream wl:> ch I am about t.o relate. In listening tA>

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Chip, the Girl Sport. I. 'I my recital, you will please bear in mind that at the time oe the dream, I had never heard.of you, and only knew this fort had existence, by hearsay. Thd first part of my dream opened in this fort, and in this very room, which, as it may seem, bad t be same app0!U ance m my dream as now. You were reclining upon yonder coucb1 reading, when a young lady entered, robed m a riding-habit, and pre sented you with a box of cigars. You accepted them, with thanks, and :th0n the lady retired to anotller room. In my dream, curiosity impelled me'1:o follow her. '' In the next room she met a man, who looked at her inquiringly. "'Ohl it's all right' the lady said, with an evil laugh; he accepted the cigars, and was hl?,hlY pleased. The case is :progressing finely.' 'The general bas no suspicion that it is not gout that i s troubling him, then!' the man asked. Certainly not. The doctor has assured him that it is gout, and be believes it, Indeed, it hll.S every resemblance 1o gout, and will continue to have, until he bas finished smoking the fourth box of cigars, when there will be a change; bis whole body will swell rapidly, and he will bloat up until there \\ill be a closinl? of tho windpipe, and be can no longer breathe! "'It is a hellish way of getting rid of a per i;on,' the man said, with a shudder. 'But safe and sure,' the young woman re plied. Once the general begins to bloat no medical power on earth can save him, as bis system will be too full of the deadly poison inhaled from the cigars. The ruan who furnished me with the poison, was a German chemist, under whose tutelage I was placed. in New Or leans.' Has the general made his "filH' the man asked eagerly. Yes, long ago, and our only hope is to keep in bis graces, so that be will not change it,' was the reply. "Then it was, General Howard, that I awoke, with the likenesses of yourself and that other man and woman engraven upon my memory. Now, sir what do you think of it!". "My <:kd, man, this is the. most astounding I ever listened to I" the general gasped, leamng forward, bis face colorless, and eyes bearing a wild, frightened expression. "Are you a human being, or are you some infernal thing in the guise of a man, come here to torture me with this frightful story!" "I have never bad reason to believe that I am other than a mortal of flesh and blood, the same as other pilgrims on this earth," Rosebud Rob replied, with a smile. "And you tell me that you dreamed what you haw just related, and that you bad never heard my name or seen me, at the time of the dream sir'!" "Exactly. After the -dream, I was so impressed with its vividness, that I inquired the way to the fort, and to-day, at the races, you may imagine my astonishment to see the tliree characters of my dream in flesh and blood, and you one of them. On hearing your name, and tlmt you were afllieted with gout, I was still further impressed, and finally, eut a short time ago, 1 resolved to pay you a visit, and here I aml'' The general leaned back in h i s chair, and breathed heavily, his eyes glaring at the Sport, in an awful manner. "I-I dare not ask you the names of this woman and man1" he gasped, trembling. "I knew no names, in my dream, but when I saw the same here at the races, I took pains to inquire. Your name, I found to be General Howard. The woman's name is lih;elyn Howard-the man is called Dandy Delli" Rose bud said, calmly. The general bowed his head and groaned a loud, at the announcement. Evidently he bad been expecting it. After i.wbile he l ooked up, a haggard expression upor. his face. "My God! it is terrible. And to you, young man, I believe I owe my life!" he said, slowly, as if in extreme agony. "Then my dream bas been an actual reality!" the Sport demanded. "Only too true, sir. The commencemen t of my gout-like affiiction dates back to a few days after my daughter presented me with a box of fine cigars which she bad purchase d in New Orleans, on her return from school. 'lhey were choice ones, and as I am a great lover of the weed, I soon had them all smok e d and request ed Evelyn to write for some mor e which she did. It was when I was midway in the first box of cigars that I felt the initial c o mmence ment of what I have suppoSd t o be g out, and what the fort surgeon has assured rue vras gout. Since then I have smoked two m ere boxes, and the gout bas increased; and now, I am oiz the fourth box, and-" "Accordingly, you are upon the verge of the gravel" Rosebud Rob declare d. "Ho w many have you smoked out of the fourth box!" "Oruy a half-dozen." "Then by stopping immedi a t e ly, there may be some hopes of your life. But, by all means, beware of what you eat, drin k or smoke here after. The lady I know nothing about, but the man, Dandy Dell, is a tbol'Ougbbred villain. Only to-night I caught him and his asrociate the half-bree d, in the act of stealing nnd running off my horse. I dropped the balf-bred on the spqt, but the Dandy got off with a few bul let-wounds." "Did the rascal come here!" In this direction sir." "Very well. I will see to his case directly. And as for you. Mr. Mapleton, if you will name a compensation for your trouble, I will gladly honor it, besides being forever indebted to you in r.,:atitude." Ha, bal you don't know me, I reckon, gen eral," the Sport replied, laughingly. "l don't. dream such dreams for money, but for the sake. of Keep your money; I don't want. it. Your gratitude will be ten times more valuable to me. And now, having done my er rand, I will go." "Not until you have promised to come again, and share the hospitality of my quarters, where you will ever be welcome," the general said,, warmly grasping Rosebud by the band. Your strange revelation caused me to regard you w

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18 Chip, the Girl Sport. a modern prophet, with the power of a true seer." I shall be happy to look in upon you again, on my return from a trip to Mount Rosa," Rob replied, cordiaHy. Anrl in the mean time, look out for this daughter and n ephew of yours, tor they certainly riean you ill. "I will do so, you may be assured," the gen eral replied And then, shaking hands aga in, R osebud Rob took bis dep a r t ure, f eeling sure t!:iat b e had made at least on e friend in Bummer's B end, in addition to saving one life. And after the Sport had gone, Gen eral H o ward sat in his chair, a stern expression upon his face. "I am in the lio-ht now," he mutt.ered, in a husky voice; but for the Sport I s hould soon b<-1 beyond human aid. Curse thee Evelyn-curse thee, Adelbert Guthrie! I am armed now, and methinks you 5hall find it out, to' your very cost!" b e shall be received with all honors. The pe.le :tace s w hom White F awn would have scalped, are those around the B end. Does the Wbit.e F a c e know! "White Face knows whe r e I" the chi e f replied. The n White F awn turned her horse, and rode rapidly out of Black H o ll o w CHAPTE R VIII. EN ROU,TE-SOHE BIG COUNTS-A CAPTURE. BEF ORE day-dawn o n the m orning the night c f whic h w e have been writing, Dandy D ell m e t Miss Evelyn Howard nearthe outskirts o f t h e town. She was mounted upon her bay mare and was enve l o ped in a rubber coat. I h a v e b ee n lookin g f o r you," the Dandy s a id, m otioning for h e r to stop. "Everything has gone conlrary and a gainst us." "Wha t do x o u mean! the general's daughter d emanded 'What ails you!"-for Guthrie's l eft arm was bandaged up, h a limped in one l eg, and w o r e anothe r bandage across bis forehead. "Oh! I've go t pretty badly bruised up, he A startled y e ll it was that pealed from the l\TO wlod "Lynx: and I attempted to capture Apac h e's lips and one fraught with terror. t he spotfo d h orse whe n R osebud Rob came sud-Evidently the White Fawn was a creature d enly upon u s with twenty or thirty men, and whom he h eld in greatest awe, for he trembled we had to fight for it. l dropped six:, right like an aspen. hand running, and the n got off with the damage Let, the White Face fear not," the maiden you see." made haste to say, on perceiving the chief' s hor"What became of L ynd" ror, "for the White Fawn comes not as a fo e but ''He dropped at fir s t fire:'' as a friend, from the Happy Hunting Grounds. "And you didn't g e t the horse!" She bas sou ght for White Face because he is a Of course not. On e man could not virry mighty chief. and bas mauy brave warriors a t w ell take it away from a sco r e. his command." "Not such a man as y o u, P.rohably, Mi53 The c h ie f brigbtene tl a little at this, although Howard replied, with a snee r. 'What else has he still the White Ride r with fear. ha:'?pened!" The White Fa has many warriors," he re' Something that will prevent your r eturn to plied . :proudly. "Wh1>t would tho S pirit Maide n the fort, I calculate," the Dandy announced. have !' "The general has got his eyes open, and don't "Muc h. White Fawn is the queen of the takeanymorestockin imported Havanas. Phantom Apac h es who h o v e r about tho ancient "The d e vil!" was the woman's ejaculation. lndiau city o f M ount R osa.. Has n o t White "Yes-the cat's entirely out o f the bag," Face heard of the place!" Guthrie replied The Sport, Rosebud Rob "Ayl White Fac e see n th!l mountain in has jus t bee n to see the g eneral, and has told Spiri>, L11.k e but the Great C ouncil Chi e f told a strange dream b e pretends to have had, the re him not to approach n ear, les t the r ocks should sult of which was that you and I were engaged sudde nly turn into a d estro yin(f army of devil.3, in trying to poison the old man by giving him who w o ul d s weep White Fac e rrom the Jandl" poisoned cigars." "White Face did w e ll to heed the advice of "And the old fool believes him?" the Great Council Chief," the maiden replied. "Of course; and the hang of it is the cursed "But White Fawn has c o m e to the White Face Sport d escrib&q, the present and future symp. in troub l e are about to invade the toms of the case exactly as you d e scribed them domains of the White F a wn, and steal thl' to m e." preciou s gold that t h e Coun c il Chief, Manitou, A l o w, fierce curse escaped the woman's lips. planrocj. the re. These s trangers are several in Her face grew stern and almost hideous in its exnumber, and their s c alps are ripe for plucking press i o n. But White Fawn's spirit warriors want no :ica.lps, "Curse them both I" she gritted between her and their thirst for blo o i i s for the time clin ched white teeth. I am foiled in the one quenched. Therefore, W h ite Fawn comes to but thev shall not cheat me in the i 3St. h 'l r Apache brother of the fles h and blood, and I'll bt'..ve old Howard's gold, even if not by acbeseeche s him to take the war-path against the tual inheritance. I'll s teal it r pale-face strangers who would commit sacrilege "Bravo! You talk like a martyr! I admire 1n the land of the White Fawn." your pluck, and if you want to go halves with White Face has heard,'' the Apache replied, me I'll be with you." "and he will d o his best t<;> please the White ,1 Of course-but not now. We must bide our Fawn. Let her point out the and my time. In the meanwhile, we must prevent the warriors shall immediately go upon the warMayburn party from reaching Mount Rosa." path against them. " How!" "It is well, and White Fawn i'lll pleased. By playing the part we so well know how to When Whit.e Face comes again to Spirit lake,_ play. We must balk and foil these curiosity.

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Ohfp, the Girl Sport. 19 tieekers at every turn. Come I There is no time Then straight up through the main street of f;o be lost." Bummer's Bend they dashed two abreast, and "Right you are, for ther. will pull up stakes at on out of the town to the northward. daylight and take the trail, having s ecured the As soon as they left the town,'Cinnamon Chip 10rvices of Cinnamon Chip and Rosebud Rob to took the lead, and they pressed on into mid-go with them." \ prairie. Curse you, DelI 'Guthrie I I ordered you not Even as a floor stretched out the vnst expanse to let the Girl Guide and Mayburn meet." of prnirie land before them, and with the bright, I know you did, fair cousin, but I was un-warm sunshine showering down, the scene was able to obey your mandate, inasmuch as the y one most beautiful. held a larger hand of cocked sixes than I did. Chip kept a short distance in advance of the But never f ear. We can make the m sick ere rest, and thus they rode on until the sun was at they're half-way to Mount Rosa. Eh, m.a belle its noonday bight, whe n a blast from Captain Evelyn!" Mayburn's bugle ordered a noonday halt. We can try-must try I" the general's daugh-This was made on mid-prairie l ong enough ter replied, with a fierce, set look in her face that for a general-feed of of horses and men. boded ill to her enemies. "How many days are we from our destina The first streak of day-dawn in the east tion, lady! Mayburn asked, as be fimsbed nib vealed an active bustle in the oomp around the bling at his dried buffalo-m eat. "This c ountry Bend, an1 by the time the sun loomed up over is so fair that I really could wish that the jour tbe horizon, like a ball of molten fire, the tents nex was a long one." bad disap}l'l8.red and the saddles were filled, and Ob I you'll g e t enough of it, before you sight pack-horses loaded with the paraphernalia. Mount Rosa," Chip reassured. "Ef ye don't, Among those in the saddles, most conspicuous set me down as a first-class beat. 'Twixt now for her bright loveliness and a queer character, an' to-morrow night tbiir'll be heaps of music was Cinnamon Chip. She seemed in her elein these 7ere lattytudes." ment, mounted upon a fine horse which Captain Mus1c1'' Mayburn bad provided for her, and her merry "Yes, music. Y e'll bwr all sorts o' tunes, laugh rung clear and musical upon the bracing sech as 'Put me in my little bed,' an' 'See't my morning air. grave's kept v,een,' ter be sung ao-Of the others mounted were Captain Mayburn, companimen-. Old Hardpani and the Dutchman, negro, China-"ApacbeT' man, and Wi d Bill Marion. "1faal, T reckon. Apash abound up on thee9 Rosebud Rob had not yet made bis appearprairies, tbicker'n fleas on a red Ebf ance, and it was for bis coming that the party Hardpan, you old blister-plaster-ain t tbet waited. so1 ; "I cannot see what detained him for my "Yes, Chip, my hollyhock; Apash ar' ex-part," Mayburn said, impatiently. "Unless he ceedin' spry up hayrabouts, durn my old frog-shows up prett;r q uick1 I sbrul start on." bazzoo, ef they ain't. Seen as menny as fifty Whar ferT Chip aemanded. tb:msan' of 'em at one time, all performin' a For Mount Rosa, and the golden idol." war-dance. "Then ye'll perrigrinate w1'out me, an' don' "Git out I Fo'suab, dat's no circumstance. ye doubt'itJ" the Girl Guide said, evidently in VVbile you'se drawin' de long bow, why not dead earnest. make a big one I" exdaimed the darky. "And why soT' "Yes; tbet's the ticket," captain Ma;tburn "Beca'se I don't make nary an yeartbly pil-cried; "let every man, woman and child do grimage, wi'out thet fragrant blossom, Rosesomething in the way of a yarn, to digest the bud Rob." meal. For instance, let's all givo :-, truthful "Pshaw! Am I to be detained, on account of of just bow many of the red Bedouins hlmt" -of the West we've slain, single-banded, in one "I re'kon ef ther old court knows her-day. I think some of the gang cnn contribute self. Cinnamon uhip am I, right up frum ther rome pretty big figures. For myself, I havo Black Hills, an' I do sw'ar an' asseverate tbet I killed and scalped six of the heathens in one day, won't budge a ha'r's-breadtb: ontil Rosebud ar' single-banded, and alone." wi' ther gang. Ef ye opine ye kin find Mount "Pshaw I dat's nuffin. I'se killed as hlgh as R osa 'thout me, jest sail right ou, an' I'll anchor, thirteen, an' it wasn't much of a day for lnJii.. t s, beer, until my pardner shows up. What d'ye neither," exclaimed the darky. sat" "Well, that is a fair dny's work, I should 'Hold I yender cums ther Sport, now I" Old say, Jerusalem. Dutch, bow mu.:ob c n you Hardpan announced, pointing toward the Bend, raise him?" where a horseman had just come into sight. Ob I I ha.ff kill so high as flfdeen in vone "Keerect! tbet's ther sweet-pertater o' my hour und dree quarters, und perried 'em all mit life, sure pop. Forward march I strike fer tber der ground I" the German replied, swellin:-; with town, an' then I'll lead of!', wi' two aC'es an' a pack o' knaves I" Cinnamon Chip shouted. Worse and worse. Hardpan, you are And accordingly the cavalcade swept awiiy biggest liar in the crowd-what can you d-0 for toward Bummer's Bend, making rather an imusT' PoB:lng gpectacle, as they spurred along over the I Ef ye want ter kbow of one solid day's level prairie. wo1k of tber great frog-faced hazzoo o' tlier They soon met Rosebud Rob, who wbeeTud his Nor'west, jest thar am I. Et's an a ctooal fact;. horse. and joined in with them. b'yees, wi'out any reriation frum tber

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20 Chip. the G1rl Sport. tooral truth, thet I h e v started sixty red heathen on their speeritual pilgrimage, in one day!" "You pass, don't. you,i. Chip?" the captain said, turnmg to the Girl 1.:tuide. "Yes-I wbn't take the cake away from Harcipan," was the laughing reply. "How about you, Rosebud?" I, too, pass; n ever indulged any higher than one," the Sport admitted. "We ll I guess Hardpan is bound to have the pan," the captain d ec ided with a smile, "unless, mayhap, Wild Bill or Pigtail Pete, h e re, ca.n do something for us. What do you say, Pete?" ''Me no killee Injun," the Celestial responded with a dubious shake of his head. Me no killee Injun-run muc hee fastee from Injun, allee samee." "We ll, w e ll, I guess it ill left to Marion to cap the climax, yet,'' Mayburn averred. Com e, Bill-tell us your best day's average. "Nol no!" the Av enger exclaimed, a gloomy expression flitting across his swarthy face I n eve r counted the number, for fear of being struck blind." A shudder see med to run through the frames of the list.eners-there was something horribl e in the m eaning of the words, and none who had ever be ard of Wild Bill Marion could doubt that h e bad killed and scalped more Indians than any other man on the boraer. A silence of several minutes was flnally broken by Captain Mayburn. You spoke Qf Apac hes, Chip," be said, turning to the Girl Guide. "When, and where do you expect we shall encounter them?" Most anywheres, 'twixt here and Mount Rosa,'' was the reply. Ef ye see 'em at all, it will be on horseback, an' about fifty milyun on 'em at that." After a supper had been prepared and dis patched, Chip said: "Mebbe y ou're boss of this expedition, cap.. t'in, but I opine ef ye don't want them yaller locks o' yourn hangin' to an Apash lance, afore mornin', ye'd better put out some pickets or guards, to prevent ther consarned Injuns frwn crawlin' over us, when we're wras'lin' wi' Mor pheus." "Yes, a guard will have to be stationed Mayburn replied-" two of them at that. I do not mean to be surprised, if I can help it." Accordingly the Dutchman and the uegro were sent on duty for the first half of the uightJ to be relieved at midnight by the scout, Wila Bill, and Rosebud Rob. The remainder of the party immediately sought rest and repose, well wrapped in their blankets. But they were not nearly asleep when there was a series of wild yells on the southern side of the matte, and a moment later, just as our party of adventurers had gained their feet. grasped their weapons, and rushed outside tne tent, the two guards made their appearance, leading two prisoners, whom they kept in abeyance by the aid of leveled cocked revolvers. "Yahl yahl we'se got de t'ief dat stole yer onions, massal" J erusale m shouted, in delight. "l'se cotched de skunk dat stole yer chi cke ns I" "Yawl yawl we half so much ash swi pii;" teefs dot stole away rmt yer sauerkraut, py sbimminy!" the Dutchman added. By j ove, they are white men, instead of Indians,'' Mayburn cried, as be stepped into the light of the camp-fire and surveyed the two prisoners. 'Where did you get these chaps boys?" "oht ve caught hime prowlin' around mitder outside off de grove, unt ve t'ink ash how ve petter capture hime, und bring him mit der camp in, youst fer de shoke of det'ing,"theGer man explained. "The n we must watch snarp, every man, and prevent a surprise, which would sure'y cripple ns,'' the captain warned. After the horses had grazed for an hour or CHAPTER IX: more, a mount was ordered, and the cavalcade NIGHT v Is IT ANT s. of adventurers was soon dashin"' away over the THE two prison ers were as nearly unlik<. as prairie, due-north, Cinnamon ri'a.i'ng in advance the eccentric pair who had captured them, as with the grace of a gazelle. far as personal appearances went. No halt was made until sunset, when the y The German's captive was an elderly man: sighted a small prairie motte, and aimed for it, with iron-gray hair and bearded face, and baa as a camping spot. the dress and bearing of a traveling clergyOn arrival, they found that the timber covman. ered less than half an acre, and was watered by His companion was a younger person, sal a little prairie stream, making it a choice spot about six-and-twenty years of age, with an e for a camp. feminate countenance, shaded darkly; black Good place for a likely place eyes, closely-cropped brown hair, and a slight fer Apash,'' Wild Bill Marion cautioned, when mustache. they had dismounted and struck camp. His dress was of stylish light diagonal clCiltb, "Yes, an' ef we don'tsee a red sun afore well fltted1 and patent-leather slippers fitted to mornin', set me down fer a candidate fer next bis small root, and a silk bat upon his bead. President," Chip asserted in all earnestness. Both men carried weapons, and the ;,Ider one To which Old Hardpan nodded bis bead, asa rough sachel. which evidently answered t.o sentingly. carry the paraphernalia of both. Indeed, it seemed a prevalent expectation "Verily, my good man, thou wilt not suffer among the adventurers that there would be ns to remain in the hands of these rough and trouble with the reds, before morning. lawless men?" the elder nrisoner said, turning to The camp was pitched in the northern edge Captain Mayburn. "We are shepherds of the 'Of the mott.e, and two tents for the Lord's flock, an' cometh into the land of the Girl Guide, and the other for the male portion Philistines to gather around us a fold." flf the company. -"I reckon, boss, ye've struck ther Wl"Ollg cii-

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Chip, the Gld Sport. 21 mat.a fer yer partickler biz I" old Hardpan a sheep ner a lamb will ye git in this kentry, onless it be a mountain billy goat, or a yowl tin' coyote. "Nary a lamb!" accorded Cinnamon Chip, leaning upon her rifle. "I opine, strangei-, ye hain't struck a werry saintly crowd." "Neverthe less we falter not, but plant our platform, and hoist the ftag of the righteous on the breeze," the elder prisoner said, solemnly. Thou art not human if thou wilt not listen to the words of tlie gosp,el." "Mebbe we ain't!' Chip replied, with a low laugh. "Eh1 Rosey-my blooming bud, what'& your inventory o' thet crowd!" I rather suspect that the elder party is a humbug I" Rosebud Rob replied, decidedly. I don't like the cut of his nib, exactly, but have seen clergyman. Say, old Rock of Ages, what's yer introducr' "Young man, thy flippant tongue betrays a calloused heart; moreover, thou art a scoffer As for my name, if that is what you ask, it is the Right Reverend Harvey Hannibal Fish, pastor of the J erusalem Orthod?x Church, at J erusalom Center, Madison county 1 Injeanna." Whew I and who is the effemmate rooster with the stove-pipe hat, and diagonals1" "That, sir, is my son, Charles Augustus Fish, prPsiding elder of the Jerusalem circuit." "Bet five t.er one he can't lick a crippled mus keeterl" Chip wagered. I say you, Charles Augustus Daisybep.u, did ye ever sculp an Apash1" The La wd forbid I" the younger Fish gasped, putting up his hands, in horror. Compare me not, strange woman, with the Philistines of the wilderness!" "Keerect! don't mix that galoot wi' our gang o' disciples!" grunted Old Hardpan. "We don't want no craw-Fish pilgrims wi' this command, nohow." Gentlemen,'' Captain Mayburn interposed, scrutinizing the new-comers with a keen gaze, your coming here is most .inopportune, as we are on the eve of an expected battle with the Apache Indians, and must use every precaution. Not knowing who you may bf!, we must bind you, and hold you as prisoners, until after the fight." -"Thou art over-wise, my friend," tbe Reverend Harvey Fish replied, piously. "Surely we, the servants of the church, would not seek to bring thee harm I" "Neither would a coyote chaw terbaccer, ef he didn't get a chance," was Hardpan's sugges tion. "Ner a Greasei: steal a horse, if he didn't know how," Chip chimed in. "You must either submit to be bound, or fiO whence you came,'' Mayburn announced. If you're clear timber, you won't sufl'er-if you turn out treacherous we'll most likely hang you to one of these trees. Boys, you may bind them, hand and foot." Ready hands were there to assist in obeying the captain's order, and i.ri a twinkling both of the stragglers were upon their backs, securely bound. Jerusalem and the Dutchman were then sent back to their posts, and Wild Bill volunteered to act as guard over the prisoners while the remainder of the party turned in for rest. And although they retired to their respectiv& tents, they were not allowed to enjoy undis turbed repose, for about midnight the German came rushing into camp, followed closely by the darky. "Gott in himmel dar vas so many ash sixteen t'ousandt Injuns out mit der prairie!" he panted gesticulating wildly. Dey vos comin' straight for dis camp, quicker ash lighdning." Y ah I yah I dere's a bull regiment of de dirty imps fo' suahl" Jerusalem averred, wildly. Wild Bill motioned for them, to be while he listened. It took but a moment for his quick sense of hearing to distinguish a dull thud upon the prairie. Stepping first to one tent then the other he shouted the single word; "Inj11ns !" in a clear ringing voice, and it had the effect to bring t he adventurers quickly to their feet. Out of the tents they came, weapons in band. "What is the matter, now!" Mayburn de manded, glanC'in\\: around. "Injunsl" Wild Bill r ep lied, laconically. "Listen, if you don't believe it." They did listen, and heard the jarring noiS& of horses' hoofs. "Indians, I guess," May burn admitted, "and unless we get to business, we're likely to be in here for some time." "What you going to dor Rosebud Rob asked. Fight. of course. You take Cinnamon Chip, Wild Bill, and the Dutchman, and I'll tale Hardpan, Jerusalem and Pigtail, and we'll go to the southern side of the motte and meet the cut-throats." If they surround us, string out your men around to the west and n4>rtb, and I'll meet[ou from the other way." I we can h elp it, not a red-iltin tnulit gain entrance to the motte !" "I reckon we can fight our share, anyhow!" the Sport replied, confidently. On course we can I" Chip assured with a flourish. "Secb lights as Wild Bill, Rob, Fritzy, beer, an' my bumble self, ain't no less'n a hull boss brigade, when ye git our mad up!" / Ye ain't no sarcumsta.nce ter tber great disaster composed o' Cap Mayburn, ther skyrocket, Jerusalem Bundy, tber crape-tmted shadder o' destruckshun, Pigtail P ete.!:\ tber roaring equinoxyull thunderstarm o' 1.;niner, an' Old Hardpan-thet's m_.ther great frogfaced prickly cactus-stalk o' ther Peruvian desert." "Forward march I" May burn ordered. Hark I don't y o u hear the devils yell! It's time we were to the front now!" A hasty departure for the southern border of the motte, was the next action of Rosebud Rob and Mayburn at the head of their respective bands. The distance was short, and they soon arrived at the edg-e of the timber, where a strange and unrelishable scene was presented to their view. 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Chlp, the Girl Sport. moon eoo.ring in the dome of the blue sky, rivaling the brightne"8 of the stars. Oat upon the prairie, about a half a mile from the motw, was along line of Indian horse m e n, just now at a standstill, the moonlight glistening upon their weapons, which consisted of rifles and lances. A great number of them there were-probably a hundred, all told, and they looked grim and fierc e they beheld the motte. What do you suppose is the cause of their halt!" Mayburn asked, stepping through be tween the trees. to where Rosebud and his party had bken a stand. .. R9.ther guess they're d ebating on the feasibility of making an attack, or else they've sent out spies, whrise return they are awaiting,'' the Sport suggested. I opine thet the last is about the fit I" Wild Bill said. "Either thay're waitin' t.er find out our forces, or are layin' sum Injun trap with which to capture us." "Mebbe my eyes ar' sharp->...st," Chip cried, suddenly. Don't ye notice two empty saddles back o' ther main body o' savages!" Sure enough, there are two empty saddles; but how do y9u account for that!" Mayburn queried. "I'll show yon/retty as soon as I find a red nigger's hea peep in out o' the grass," w .LS the reply. The hint caused the others to watch with more alertness. U spies were creeping toward the motte tl;irough the tall prairie grass, it remained for them to discover and silence them, to insure their own safety. For an hour they remained silent and watchful, and the lin e of savages maintaine d their position, as motionless and grim as though stationary monul1'ents. But suddenl y, when the watching was growing exceedingly monotonous, Cinnamon Chip raised her rifle and fired. Crack I went the weapon, and a moment later a terrific death-yell was heard, and a savage was seen to spriulJ into the air and fall back, not a hundred yards rrom the motte. Th9t's ther way ter pull their eye-teeth, I tell ye!" the girl guide ch uckled replacing a fresh <'artridge in tha magazine of her handsome Winchester "Yes, and you have set the ball a-rolling!" Rosebud R ob replied pointing toward the main body of savages. "Seel here they come, licketty scoot I" rt was even so. No sooner had the death of the spy been an nounced by his wild yell than a chorus of wilder yells arose from the throats of the baited red skins, and simultaneously they spurred their horses forward toward the motte. Wildly they rode, a full hundred, making an imposing spectacle, for with military precision they rode abreast. Look sha"??-.. now I" Rosebud Rob cried, in a llhri.11 tone. .1rire as soon as you can reach 'em1 and don't waste a bullet, or your goose is eoos:edl" Bvery member of the Sport's party grasped their rifles :fl.rmly, aDI! waited for the red Be douins to come into range. Not long were they in doing this, and then as if by agreement the eight rifles of the adventurers spoke simultaneously ma volley of death. The effect was immediately made apparent by eight riderless horses dashing ahead in advance of the main band, and by ear-splitting screeches on the part of the uninjured savages, as they came on. Again and again did the rifles speak, ten times in succession, and hardly a bullet failed to score a death or a disabling injury. Three-quarte rs, at least\ of the savage horde had wilted before the terriole fire of the plucky adventurers. The effect upon the rest can bet ter be imagined than described. Panic-stric!ren1 they whee led their horses and lashed them oacs: from the hotbed:of death un til th y were out of rifle-range. Then they halt ed for an instant to gaze back over the corpsestrewn battle-field, after which they galloped away in a due southerly course. That's the end f our from those varmints I" Old Hardpan exclauned as, with Mayburn and the others of his party he crossed over to where the Sport's party were stationed; but didn't we sock et to them, my geelorious pilgrims! Waal now I ruther r eckon we did. A st hund_i:ed f.er eight war thar, ef I ain't a liar, an' we jest annihilated 'em till thar warn't skee r cely enuff left ter make a decent shadder. Ye did yerselves hon or, but great est of all ther Romans were me, ther Great Frog Face of the North!" On returnin2; to t.be camp in the centRr of the motte, the adventurers were surprised to find that the two stragglers had in some mysterious way cut their bonds and were gone! How they had' made their es c ape, or where they bad gone, was an enigma that investiga tion failed to solve, and so they soon dro.Pped out of the minds of the party. A gt{ard was again stationed, but no renewal of the attack occurred, and the adventurers were permitted to sleep undisturbed until morn ing-al! except Cinnamon Chip. She retired to her tent, and was in a first drowse, when she was suddenly awakened by something cold touching h e r forehead. Ooening: her eyes, she beheld a man in a black C'loak and mask bending over h er, and per ceived that be held the muzzle of a cocked re volver pressed against her cheek. 'Sh I" be cautioned. in a low tone. Make the least noise and I'll blow vour brains out!" What do you want!" Chip fearlessly de manded. "I reckon you've got the wrong pig by the ear this time I" "Ohl no,'' the answered, softly. "You are Cinnamon Chip. What I want to know of you is: what was your mother's maiden name!" "I don't know." "Look out! Don't lie to me or you'll he cheat;. ing yourself. Was not her first name Maryr' "It was!" Chip replied, in astonishment. "Mary Osbornel"

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Chip, the Girl Sport. 28 "I do not know. My mother died when quite young." "Very well Keep. my visit quiet, and you will see me again. I am trying to aid you iJl rellOVering lost rights." Then turning, suddenly, the masked stranger darted from the tent. Chip sprung after but too late! He had already vanished in the aarkness. Early in the morning a mount was made, and the trail was resumed. Wild Bill remained behind at the motte promising to join the cavalcade about noon, which be did. His remaining behind was a mystery, but all suspected that bis object was to obtain and cache the scalps of the slaughtered Apaches. All day, steadily, the party rode on until, when the sun was setting, Cinnamon Chip uttered an exclamation and pointed ahead: Look I look!" she cried; yonde r is Mount Rosa, and Spirit Lake, not a mile away!" CHAPTER X. AN UNEARTHLY MYSTERY. HuRltAH hurrah I Mount Rosa I" echoed Captain Mayburn, joyfully, swinging bis hat in the air. Far ahead loomed up the long-looked-for sight, a large round mountain, hundreds of feet in bight, tapering from a monster rugged base to a narrow peak, which was obscured in a cloud of fog, and the whole rising out of a silvery body of water, to whose very edge the prairie extended. And, most remarkable of all, the prairie encircled around the lake, and stretched on in an unbroken expanse, no other mountain connecting with the natural wonde r in Spirit Lake. '' Hayr we ar' I" old Hardpan exclaimed, "wi' in earshot o' tber consarned place, an' now whar's yer speerits an' boggobbhnsl" "You'll see them soon enough!" Cinnamon Chip averred, as they rode on at a gallop toward the goal. "Y.e won't git a peep at tber consarned anymiles ontil it cums night, an' then ef yer ha'r don't stand on end, I'll buytbewet groceries fer ther crowd. Oh! ye needn't grin, an' purtend ye ain't afeard, fer ye'll see sights over vonder thet'll fairly make ye jingle!" "WA ll, that is precisely what we are after, I calculate," Mayburn protested. "The more ghosts, the merrier. Where is the best place to camf, Chip?" dunno that, until I expl
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14 Chip, the Girl Sport. and if we calcclat.e to succeed we've got to keep a stiff upper lip, and laugh at all apparent spiritual manifestat:tons." "That's the ticket exactly!" Ros ebud Rob coinc ided. "It must be a very bad ghost that frightens us away. And I opine there won't be any gho sts walking, to-night, that we can't tickl e with a good leaden pellet." "Shoot me fer a dorg's mother-in-law ef ye skeer this great frog-faced bazzoo," Hardpan grunt.od. Heer too!" Chip acco rded. "Mebbe I ain't bigger'n a pint o' hard cider, but I've got grit enufl' t.er run a st.eam-tlngine, whe n ye git my Iris h up, an' don' ye doubt it." These r emarks ended the conversation for over an hour, during which the. adventurers all watched and waited with f everish impa tience. The moon rose grandly in the starlit heavims, but soon became obscure d in a mass of clouds that rose and rapidly coverod the sky, making the night black as Egypt. "It wted. "Ye>, but the re was nothing about it that t'Je ingenuitv of m1n could not invent!" Mayburn reaqsured. "Thus far-Ah I thunder!" The latte r inelegant expression came in a startlei from the captain's lips and was echoed in similar cries by the others. N o w they ha'.! something of the ghostly order -som3thing too horrible to be anything but supernatural. In the air, not a dozen fee t fro!ll the captain, apparently, it appaared -the ghastly outline ; of a phantom face, surrounded by a halo of whitish light-a horrible haggard face with skin drawn tightly over the skull, the eyes sunke n and glaring, the mouth stretched in a h orrible grin, exposing two rows of fangs frightful to b eh old. There in m i 1-air appeared the awful thing, without vi3ible means of support-a terrible spectf Fritz, in groans of "Much-tle big spook--0h--0-oh !" gasped the Chinaman. "It's no use, boys; we've got inter a ghOl!t nest, an' we may as well say our catechisms, an' turn up our toes!" whined Old Hardpan. "Curse the thing! I'll try my hand at it!" Rosebud Rob gritted. Spook or no spook, I'll perforate it!" And raising his rifle, he fired seven shots, one aft.er the other at it, in rapid succession. And the answer-was a wild, shrill laugh, so unearthly in its t.enor as to cause the li steners to shudder. And still the terrible face remained statjonary. Evidently it was useless to at tempt to harm it by all the bullets in Christ.en dom. ."I pass!" Rosebud Rob said. ",If any of you will tell me what it is I'll give it to you." "I don't want it!" Cinnamon Chip replied. Evidently she and the Sport were the coolest of the lot. "Look! look! there it goes, by George I" May burn cried, exoitedly. And so it did. All of a sudden it began to recede and die out, until it disappeared entirely from view. The little party watched it sharply, and when it was gone\ there was a general sigh of relief. "Well, wnat do you think about ghosts nowP' Chip demanded. "Mebbe some o' you galoots kin define that example we jest see'd'I'' "It war a ghost-great yowl tin' cattymounts, yes!" Old Hardpan declared, with a knowing nod. "Durn me fer a frog-faced monkey ef et didn't stiffen my old ha'r right up on eend ter luk at ther. consarned thing. " Wby didn' t ye git up an' waltz with it, old man?" Rosebud Rob asked with a laugh. "Waltz wi' thet speerit! Hope I may nevyer pump hash ag'in ef ye ketch this old breeze waltzin' wi' enny sech consarned anymiles." was your opinion, Cap!" the Girl Guide asked turning to Mayburn. I don't lo;,ow. I reserve my decision, until we see the end of this confounded business." "And you, Wild Bill!" "I opine 'twas the devil, minus his horns!' the Avenger assumed. "Yawl vawl It vas der tuyfel!" Fritz coin cided. He vink his eye mit der Chinaman, un' say Peder, my poy, better ash how you come mit me, yust once!' Nixyl nix:yl muchee no go to debpil!" Pig tail Pet.e protested, shaking his head. China' man muchee goodee, allee sameel" "Oh,' yes! yer a double-distilled saint, you air, jest like I'm a fu'st-cla.ss beauty,'' Old Hardpan grunted. "But, I say, pilgrims, what's t;er be did! Ye don't purpose ter squat around these unearthly parts anv longer, do ye!" Certainly we do,'' Rosebud Rob assured. "We ain't going to be scared .away by one ghost, nor a dozen of 'em, but are going to fle:ht it out on this line, if it takes all wint.er. Eh, Bill!" "I opine!" the Avenger assented, curtly. "An' them as wants t;er crawfiRh, can jest git up an' huff et out of camp fer all they're worth I" Chip de clared, cioo'sivety. "No crawfish ober dis way!" the darky said. Not any for Y armany I" cried Fritz. "No muchee crawfisheel" announced Pete. Who in thup.deration wants ter crawfis h 1'

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Chip, the Girl Sport. Old Hardpin growled. "I reckon I hain't as much as sed single fish. Allowin' et be an onhealthy latitude fer saints, I ain't a-goin' ter back, not much for 'Liza Jane. Et would luk nice for me, ter squntepucker, now, wouldn't et1 I opine Old Hardpan ar' heer." Good I I admire your resolution!" Maynard was pleased to say. "Although what we have just seen was of a nature calculated to arouse a person's superstition, I guess if we git at the bottom of the mystery, we'll find that we've been humbugged by a simple trick." "Mebbe so, but bow d'yo account fer thet speerit in mid-air!"' Hardpan demanded. "I cannot account for it satisfactorily, at present, but hope to ere l o ng. Ahl look! look! we have not seen all!" The captain pointed up toward th9 peak of Mount Rosa, and all gazed in the direction indicated. The sight they saw was not calculated to tnspire the m witll fresh courage. Tn the air, about a hundred yards above the \;>eak of the mountain, phantom figures of 6.pache warriors, seemed en&'aged in conflict, as i:evealed in a hah of whitish light that sur-1rounded them an<' the top of the peak. A dozen of ti em there were flying about ;brougb the air without apparent propelling ,power. Thin shado"".1 figur es they were, armed with 1iances, which darted at each other with ap \;larent fury; the faces were those ofbrutal-look wg savages, and the bodies barren of all raiment 1,xcept the breech-cloths. Fiercely waged the contest, each one -seeming ,;o fight the other with irresistible fury. For nome ten minutes the phantom contest seemed 1i;o wage hotly, and the awe-stricken band of adventurers upon the prairie gazed in fascinated wonderment at the unearthly spectacle. Suddenly a band of white horsemen seemed .oo rise up from the top of the peak, and apP,roach the fighting phantoms with leveled rifles-a :lozen, all told, the horses superb-looking ani ,mals, and the riders h eadless bodies, arrayed in lilowing robes of purest white. A sudden dash there was, and the fighting .ipirit Apaches vanished: then the spectral horse rnen suddenly seemed to change their aim toward the watchers in the valle y below. The next instant there was a sharp rattling reP.?rt ;if several rifles, and then came the fa miliar Teutonic voice, in a despairing cry: Gott in himmel I dunder un' plitzen I I vas killed so deader as six t'ousand sardines! Helbl helb I Oh I CK>-Oh I I vas killed deader as a her ring!" head and finish the job," the Sport threatened. Hello, pilgrims-any the rest o' y,e hurt!" "I got a slight scratch on the tip of myelbow, just enough to set my crazy bone a-howling!" Mayburn replied, with a grunt. And I got pasted one right atween the eye, but my skull was fortunately so tough the t ther bullet flattened wi'out doin' any material dam age!" and Hardpan blew his nose vigorously. "Hello! Chip, how are you1 " Oh! I'm all right side up wi' care1 Rosyi an' d o n't ye d oubt it. No cabbage-lear am ter wilt at sech a :fl.re as tbet." "And you Wild Bill1" I opine I a small bite on the end o' my nose, jest enough to ruffle the skin!'' -the Avenger replied, whereupon there was a general laugh. "It ain't o' skercely "no a ccoun t though." ''.It's lucky no greater injury was done. When specters ride through the air on white horses, an' plug us wi' solid leaQ, bullets, it's about time to begin swearing," was Rosebud' s view of the case. "Yes. Tork about yer not b lievin' in .speerits an' hobgobblins, gentlemen-what in thunder d'ye say ter w'at we've jest seen!'' Hardpan de manded. "As for me, I don't know what to say," Cap tain Jack replied, dubiously. "Although I ain't no l;>'liever in spirits, ghosts, and all that fol-de" rol, I 'll 'low there's some mighty strange sights been seen here to-night. W , all undoubtedly saw the same condemned performances in midair, an' ef' they wasn't spirits, what in thunder were they?" "That's just what I'd likEI to know1 Wild Bill added. Sart'inly, humans can t float around through the air, ner bosses tread on it onless they be lighter weights than a feather, 11n\ ef they warn't humans they must have been shadders from t'other world, I opine." "That seems the onlyreasonablewayof viewing the case," Mayburn confessed. Still, I cannot bring myself to believe that there is such a thing as ghosts." "On course they war ghost. an' ef we don't make ourselves skeerce around heer, I opine our carcasses wull be food fer coyotes an' buzzards," old Hardpan put in. "When ghosts ride right tbr'u' tber arr on hossbacki an' fire of!' their guns like natteral mortals, opine we ain't got no show at all, an' bad better slide out on tber first breeze that comes along." "Not much, 'Liza Jane l We warn't brought up in tber wood to be skeart out by owls, an' I opine we adhere ter this spot!" Chip said, firmly. Wliat's a f e w ounces o' lead, compared wi' millions o' shinin' gold? Ther system thet can't stand a good-sized cannon-ball ain't fit fodder CHAPTER XI. for a decent alligator!" A HEALTHY GHOST. Gents, rm as much for investigating this "SHUT up, you fool I" Rosebud Rob command-infernal mystery as any one, but I'm a little ed, sharply. "Do you want to arouse any more afraid we've tackled a job too large for us." Jf theRe spectral devils!'' "Maybe so, but I for one am going to stay Oacb i dunder unt plitzen I I vas kill, I tell and see it out, if I lose my sca1f' Rosebud Rob you I" Fritz roared, rolling nnd kicking about o.n said. t ,he ground like a fish out of water. "I vas hit "And here tool" Chip declared. "Wharever rnit more ash sixdeen places I" ther Poseybud stays will ye find me." "That's nothing; some of the rest are hit, I I The others did not join in this determination. but don't make such a blasted fuss about Evidently they were undecided as to what tt. i::ihet up, now, or I'll whack you over the course to pursue.

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Chip. the Girl Sport. The disposition was strong on the part of all save Rosebud Rob and Cinnamon Chip to leave the vicinity ol the haunted mountain and lake forever, but their resolution to remain seemed to deter the others from breaking away. The night wore away without any fur(;her spiritllal demonstration on the part of the phan toms of the mountain, and the dawn of another day was eagerly welcomed by the little party on the shore. Breakfast was prepared from a quantity of fish that h'ld been caught from the lake, and after it was p;irtaken of, a general consultation was held in regard to what was best to do. "For my part, I'd suggest th>W;. we get ba!lk to Bu'llrn er's Bend as soon as practicable," was Captain Jack's idea. "I don't see that we are to accomplish much staying here, and as tor amusem1mt, I am satisfied with what we have recently enjoyed. of that same goes a good ways with me." The n you, too, are struck with the supersti tious fever, eh?" Rosebud asked. "No, not exactly; but I'll admit that my anti-faith has be e n a &"ood deal jarred up by what I've seen, and it is all quite beyond my oomprehension." "That may all be so, and it is liable to r e m'l.in a mystery; and I for one am going to s olve it, be it the work of a lifetime. I am not at all terrified by what I have seen, and. to root ri&"1!t into the facts of the case is my intention I" tnis was Ros ebud's decision. "Well, I suppose if you remain, we all will, and trust to luck. What do you prqpose? I'll put you in command of the future movements." ,, "I propose to make an ascent of that moun tain to-day. You all can d<" the same, but must work separate, and climl up from different This is nf ssary; to prevent a fight with our unseen fo They cannot watch us all, at once, and in thil iy we can eventual ly reiich the top of the It was so decided, and according to R0sebud Rob's orders, the party separated and assum ed: eight different starting-points for their danger ous approaching the mountain from as m'l.ny directions of the compa'lS. The Sport, Cinmvno n Chip and Old Hardpan took respe ctively the northeastern, northern and northwestern approaehes, while Mayburn had the eastern, Wlld Bill the southeastern, Fritz the Pii;tail the southwestern, and Jeru>alem the western. c "Spare no rad-skin!" the Sport ordered, as they separat9d. If we do, we may as w ell ba.noo up the fiddle." 11:Test mv iiee r perzactlyl" Old Hardpan assented;:-Wip9 out every peskv horn9 t ye meet, an' then thar'll be plenty ter stock tha r marketwi'." Rosebud Rob had taken for himself perhaps the worst route. as the watery body was wider at this point, and once across the water thi;i mount
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Chip, the Girl Sport. After Chip had.Ji.nished her lunch, they continued up the mountain. It was toilsome work, and they were often obliged to pause and rest, as instead of growing easier, the route appeared to p,:ow steeper and harder of ascent. Do yO'llunagine we'll get' anythingter repay us for our trouble1" Yes," Rosebud asserted. We will get some experienee, if nothing more, and experi ence, nowadays\ is valuable. Besides1 I opine we'll unravel tne mystery of all this funny business concerning ghosts and spirits. My candid opinion is that these spirits are the humbuggery of a party of consummate rascals who have a secret mine in this mountain and resort to this scheme to scare intrude rslllway." "But how about ther ghosts? Ye don't calkylate no humans can cavort around in ther air like thet, do ye?" No. There is something about what we saw that I can't understand. I believe, however, that we can satisfactorily solve all to our satisfaction, when we once get at it." In the mean time Captain Jack was having a little adventure all by himself. After separating from the others, h e swam the lake, and began to climb the mountain. Not more than half-way up the dizzy declivity did he get, howe.ver, when he heard a voice, and saw a woman standing a little above him, holding a revolver leveled at. him. Stop I" she said, sternly. And Jack, of course, halted. The spot upon which qe had halted, was a little plateau or ledge, surrounded on three sides by a dwarfed growth of firs. The woman with the revolver stood not over a dozen yards away. She was attired in a rich Indian costume, was slightly above the average hight of women, and remarkably pretty, although her dusky features were molded after a haughty fashion, and her eyes glittered with a fire of imperious Somewhere Captain Jack fancied he had seen this nut-brown maiden before, or some one greatly resembling her; but just where, he could not tell for the life of him. "Well, miss, I am halted!" he rnid, raising his hat, politely. "What way can I serve you?" "Best by remaining where you are for the present!" was the decided reply. "What brings the pale-face in the land of the Apache?" "Well, miss, I reckon curiosity, as much as anything." ,., But does not the pale-face know that he is in the Spirit Land where no living being is permitted to roam 'I'' "Spirits be hangeJ. I Do you call yo\lrself a spirit I" I am White Fawn, the Spirit Queen of Mount Rosal" was the reply. "Ohl you are!" Jack said, with a contemplative whistle. ,; Well, I'll allow you are about the healthiest spirit I ever encountered." What does the pale-face mean? There is sarcasm in his words. Does he doubt the words r>f White Fawn when she says she is a spirit!" "No, miss! 1 I.!lon't v1our word, in tb,e but Delleve you 611 was the i:anger s blunt declaration. You might as well try to shake this mountain with an earthquake as to. stufl' me up with any of your gas about ghg hither, he h s placed himself at the mercy de White Fawn. This is h<'r land, and she guard s it with fire and steel. No pale-face who cornea here, and is captured, ever goes away alive!" Oh I they don't eh! Well, 'tben1 according to your words, I might as well consider myself a corpse, eh I" I The pale-face adventurer's life is in White Fawn's band, and only one thing cau save it." "Well, one chance often turns the game. Speel out, if you've got any prop's." White Fawn will not kill the pale-face on one aondition-that is, that be will marry her, and with her share the secrets of Mount Rosa. She has taken a fancy to him, and would not kill him, except to guard her secrets. Will the pale-face accept the terms of the White Fawnr CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. CAPTAIN JACK gave vent to a peculiar of surprise. Here was wooing impromptu, and under very forcible circumstances. To mRITy yet awbile, was not in the but evident it was, now, that be had only t o chances-one for life and the other for death. Iu no way was death a welcome visitor but Jack was puzzled how to avoid it, excei:t by marrying the Indian queen, as she termeu her-self "I reckon, miss, that I ain't h1 the mlli'.l'imonial market," Mayburn said, by way of p.-oJong ing' the interview, in the hop ;;f seeirj!. a corner for escape. ''You woulC.0.'t want a man that'3 got a wife and fifteeJ\ children, would yooF "The White Fawn cares n< she b"'-l Eet her heart upon the pale-face adve>'\turer, and would ms.ke him her chief. Come I let him ctecide at once-promise solemnly to be ome tte husband of White Fawn, and never hP.r secrets, or the secr ets of this dV3 !" Well, I reckon it's Hobsou's cllotee, either way," Jac k replied, doggedly, an' rather than to I guess I'll take the wor-t of two evils." You will marry the White Fawn!" ."I opine yes, rather than to off this mortal coil. Go ahead with yo>
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28 Chip, the Girl Sport. "Why tbrow away my if I a m t o aecompaI).y y o u and enlist in your s erv i ce!" h o 'The pale-f ace ranger is a great shot, the White Fawn b a s h eard, and s he w o uld t h oroughly tes t his faithfuln ess befo r e trusting him with weapons in his hands,'' was t h e r e ply. Let him cas t bis weap ons d own, and White Fawn will see t h a t a r e secured to be plac ed in bis h a n ds, a t an early day. "But b o w about m y companio n s w h o came with me into the Apac h e c ountry?" Jack de manded, wanly. "The othe r pale -fac es mus t go bac k to their lodges!" the m aide n said. Th e y sha ll r eceive a message from y ou. warning the m to leave If they refuse the y shall all di e." "Keerec t ye>u hold the bigg es t number o f tricks, and 1 shall hav e to submit to your will, 1 :suppose," was the ranger's r e joind e r. Dropping his rifl e upon the plateau be n ext drew bis revolvers, and dro pped the m, but only <>ne of them reached the ground. Th e o tlle r s lipped into the wide top of his cavalry b oot l e g, and sharp thoug h were the Indian maide n's e y es she failed to notice the fac t. A clever trick it was-one that the adventurer bad performed succe s s fully se v e r a l time s befor e Next he cast away his knife and the n turned to his captor. There I my weapons are out of my roacbnow lead allead, and I will follow." "It is w e ll. L e t tile p::ile-face follow the White Fawn, and she wii. condu c t him to her lodge." Jack did follow, and the y toil e d on up the mountain-s id e Tediou s was the ascent, but the Spirit Que e n h e ld on with li ght tread, and in due time Jack Mayburn found himself upon the top of Mount R osa I Safe and unharmed, and upon the pinnacle of his aspiration. The top of the mountain was a sort of l e vel table-land, of less than an a cre in extent, and in the center stood the rums of an ancient temple. Six huge columns of carved stone towered like grim sentin e ls against the sky, the roof having partly fallen in anr of the cavem emanating apparently from a vein of natural g as. In form e r days this had no doubt been the torc h that bad supplied the fire to the internal mountain eruption. "The pale-f ac e is in the Spirit Land of the White F a wn!" the 1ndian girl said, waving her hand. H e is in the great sec':"et gold-mines ot Mount Rosa. Look at me, Captain Ma.yburndo s t think you havo ev e r seen me before'!" Jack Ma yburn did ga.ze into her fac e searoh ingly, but finally shook his head in a puzzled manner. "No, I r ec kon not. Th ere is something familiar in your face, but I ca.nnot recall the pla.ce I have lfver see n you," he r e plied. Then your m e mory must be sadly a.t fault. But, let m e tell you, you need not be ashamed of your bride1 for as aristocratic blood flows in my veins as m yours No Indian am I, nor a. spirit, as you probably ba.ve gue ssed, and when I first set my eyes on you I res o lved to possess you, for you are the only m'ln my heart ha.s ever wa.rmed toward-the only man I would marrv. Look sharp! do vou not know me? I am Evelyn Howard. the general's daughter!" We lPft Rosebud Rob a.nd Cinnamon CWp still
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Chip. the Girl Spori. 19 The ascent was tir.esome, and often they w ere obliged to pause and rest. In one of these pauses a man rame iruddenly from the bushes and confronted them. It took but a glance on the part of either of the adventurers to recognize him as General Howard, df Bummer's Bend. "Hello!" Rosebud ejaculated. "Who have we here1--&eneral Howard, as I live I" "Yes, it is I," the officer said, coming nearer. "I saw you coming up the mountain, and waited for you. What brings you here!" "Well, that's rather a difficult question to an&Wer," the Sport replied. I should define the case as a dose of curiosity, adulterated with a few grains of adventurous spirit, and a natural desire to harvest gold shekels." You think this ghost busine ss is but a blind to cover the secret of a gold-mine, tben1" 11 Well, yes. I opine that's about the size of it. What, may I ask, brings you so far from the fort'I'' 11 Several causes. I have come here in pur suit of the heartless woman fiend whom I have all along called my daughter." Rosebud gave vent to a little whistle of surprise. 11 She has come here tben'I'' "Yes I have trailed her and her confed erate, my nephew, to tbe edge of this lake, and there lost track of them. Where they have flown to is a mystery I have as yet been unable to solve." "Perhaps the y are some of the ghostly apparitions that hmnt this vicinity," the Sport sug gested. "That they are in some way connected with the mystery of this Mount Rosa, I have no doubt," the general averred. "Since I have had my eyes opened, I have learned that many days and nights when I have supposed Evelyn to be safely housed within the fort, she has been absent unknown to me. As I have traced h e r here, I have no doubt that the wayward child is into deeper villitiny than that of which she bas been detected ." II From what you say, I should infe r that she is not your own child 1" Rosebud Rob half queried. 11 No, she is not my own child, although I have reared her from early childhood as such. I adopted her from an old hunter who had more little ones than be was able to support. 'i "Then you have no child of your own, eh'I'' "Ayl I trust so, my friend, although I have no definite proof of it. Years ago, I was separ ated from my wife by foul stories that were .circulated against me by an old enemy, who bad been my rival in love affairs previous to my marriage. Unfortunately my wife believed the lies and with our child, then an infant, left my home, and I never could get certain trace of her thereafter, although there came a vague rumor once that she had married an old trap per up in the Nor'west. Of this I could not lee.rn for a certainty. and I have ever regarded my wife as dead. But a few days ago I saw a face in Bummer's Bend that was a duplicate of that of my lost wife1 and the sight of it tilled me with the belief that in it I saw the face of my child. Nor am I convinced that I am mistaken Who was the person, mal I inquire, whose appearance so impressed youi the Sport asked, with interest. 11 She IS the same young woman who is your compamon, here-Cinnamon Chip, I believe she is called," the general said, pointing to the Girl Guide. Chip gave vent to a little exclamation of surprise. You believe me you1 daughter, sir?" she ejaculated, her face flushing with pleasure. "I candidly do, althoug h you are a 1
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ao Chip, the Gtrl 8poft. mother's, when !he was a little girl of ten or twelve years. Perhaps if you knew her when she was small, you might recognize the picture." "Ah! where is the picture? I knew her from early childhood, and no doubt the picture is of m:r. poor lost wife!" the general cried excitedly. 'I have not the picture here,t but i can get it when we return to the Bend," vhip replied. "I trust and hope that it will prove the missing link. Anyhow, until the proof is established, I shall count you my father, and am sure I can fill the place of the s cheming woman who has held a false position so long, as your daughter." Considerable time had been spent in the conversation, and Rosebud Rob now suggested that it was time to move on, so the ascent of the mountain was renewed. The general was lame and illy fit to climb, but the Sport and Chip assisted him. At last the journey was finished, and they stood on the top of Mount Rosa, far, far above the level of the Arizonian plains. Not alone, however, for Old Hardpan had arrived ahead of them1 and Wild Bill Marion, Fritz, Jerusalem, ana Pigtail Pete soon made their appearance from .the mountain-side. "Now, here we are, all except Caftain May bum. What has become of him?' Rosebud asked, when all had gathered in the ruined tem-ple. Oh! he'll be alongi no doubt, directly," Wild Bill said, encouraging y. Very true, and we may as well prepare to make ourselves at home hel'e, until he comes, as there don't seem to be anything else to do." Accordingly they did prepare to make them selves at home. A meal wns made out of such edibles as had been brought along, and eaten with relish. After tliey had finished eating, and were in the midst of a consultation, all heard a footstep, and looked around to behold a man standing near one of the huge pillars, and that man none other than Dandy Dell Guthrie, the general's nephew. An exclamation of surprise burst from the lips of the adventurers, and weapons were quick ly drawn. You may as well put up your tools!" he said. I do not come as an enemy but as a friend, and as a betrayer of the secrets of this mountain. If you will listen I will briefly explain. The mountain, here, is a spent volcano. An ancient trib6 of Indians built a temple upon the top, here. A few years ago a paying gold-mine was discovered down in the bosom of the hill. For over a year this mine has been in the pos session of myself and the general's daughter, Evelyn. We \Jave hired trusty men to work it and also to work the ghost business, which I map as well tell you, has been manufactured by the aid of a cleverly contrived magic lantern and ghostly slides. All this time I have been promised that Evelyn Howard would become my wife, but to-day she bas captured your leader, Mayburn, and unless prevented, will eompel him to marry her, before the hour is over. We have had a quarrel, which has induced me to come and betray the secret of the mine, on condition that rou will permit me to 411(>my wa'.y, unmolested' "That is not for ns to say!" declared ltOl& bud Rob. General Howard is the man you have to look to for mercy." If you will go and never show your villaiD ous face in this part of the country, again, I withdraw any objections to your departure," the general said, gravely. Which I cheerfnlly promise to do,'' Guthrie answered. "Come! If you wish to save your captain from a forced marriage with a female devil, come with me, with weapons ready for fight,/ it is necessary." An turning, the dandy touched tbe pillar near which he stood, and a door flew open, re vealing that the pillar was only a wooden one, and hollow. Following, the adventurers enter ed the pillar, and descended a rugged staircase, through what had once evidently been the flue or chimney of the volcano. Soon they arrived in the great inter-mountain chamber, and just in time, for a significant scene was presented to their view. The masked miners were formed in a ci:cle1 with drawn weapons..!. and inside the ring srooa Captain Mayburn, .l!ivelyn Howard, and another masked individual, who held a small Bible. Decide!" the woman's clear voice was beard to exclaim. "You have but a minute to decide between me and death!" "I'll bet ye lie1 and leave it ter yerself I" Cin namon Chip criea, forward, with the others at her heehi. Throw up yer hands, every mother's son o1 you, or we'll fill yer carcasses so full o' electric shocks that ye'll be too paralyzed ter reach the gates o' purgatory. Duwn wi' your weepons, or ye're dead men!" The surpriSA was overwhelming, and taken at a disadvantage, the maskec:J. '!Vere wile enough to obey, and not unwillingly, eit' n A little to add in conclusion. The mystery of Mount Rosa was soh..i in the discovery of a gold-mine. The Golden Idol, on examination, proved to be a clay image, washed with gold, the total value of which would not have exceeded fifty dollars. Evelyn Howard and ber masked tools? were, by the general'R suggestion given their liberty, and at once left for parts unknown. Ditto-Dandy Dell Guthrie. The gold-mine proved to be a paying one, and the members of our adventurous party formed into a partnership, as absolut.e owners1 and pla<-'ed Wild Bill Marion as boss miner, ana Captain Mayburn as treasurer. Later Rosebud Rob, Cinnamon Chip, and the general took their departure for Bummer's Bend. Of course Chip producecl tbe likeness, and of course the general recognized it as the picture of his long-lost wife when she was a girl-and of course Chip was received as bis child. And in all probahility the general will soon be blessed with another child, in the person of Rosebud Rob, as Cinnamon Chip, or rather Eva Howard, wore an engagement ring. Up in the volcanic bowels of Old Mount Rosa, my dear reader, you will meet with a heaMIY reception if you hunt up Wild Bill Marion, 02 Hardpan, Cap. Mayburn and the rest, WbQllOr we will leave digg'mg awrny as Wf write. THE END.

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