Deadwood Dick's doom, or, Calamity Jane's last adventure : a tale of Death Notch

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Deadwood Dick's doom, or, Calamity Jane's last adventure : a tale of Death Notch

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Deadwood Dick's doom, or, Calamity Jane's last adventure : a tale of Death Notch
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t .,. ght IRSl-ISS7. by Beadle & Adams. Entlred at Post omce. N e w York, N. Y., as second class matter. Mar 15, 1899 No.39 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO Cle veland, Ohio VOI.III

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:op1right 188l 18S7, 1ty 0.: A lftt .ms. E11terer! a t Office, New Y ork, N Y as second matte r. :ruar 15, lSOt No.39 ----c---THE ARTHU;-WESTBROOK co. '. Cleveland, Ohio Vol. III BOW DIL\DWQOD Ill"& .... 20 TlUI

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Deadwood Dick' Doom. Deadwood Dick' s Doom; OR, Calam it y J a ne's L a st Ad"\"enture. A TALE Of' D EATH NOTCH. BY EDN ARD L. WHEELER, AUl'HOR OF" DEA.!hvOOD DICK" NOVELS, "ROSEBUD ROB '1 NOVELS, "WILD FRANK,'' ETC. ETC., ETC -ei CHAPTER I. TOO LAT E FOR THE STAGE. DEA.TIT Norcs:l Did y m eve r hear of a m')re uninviting name lior a pla e, d iar If S >, you could not well tin l a harrier holti whern dwelt humanity than D..iat'l .Not 3b, along the who l e golden slope of tile West. It was said that nobol.v but rascals and r ougb..; could exisb rn that 10ue miuiug-camp, 'vhi c h wa:i by the facb t hat it was seld o m tha weekly sbage brougM any one there, wh" had coma to settle. E 1en t .he Grivernment offi c ial:!, co?;nizant or the lawle.m1ess within the boraers of D eith Not0h, h e >itated to interfere, becau;e of tha desp erate character of tbe residen ts-119.rde ;t of the hard. Tha to,vn by in a s ort or mountain-surrounded ba; iu, on tJ.e r oute from Pioc he, Nevada, to Hele r l'l, llfontana, and h :l.'1 formerly been anIn dian cam,J, u:itl a well-h d ) ed" but notorious young name d Piute Dave had come along and driven t 1 a red3 away, as he was able to do, h:i.vill6 a b :ddn6 of some forby ruffians of hi3 o-.vn stamp. The r :Je in ; b:.1t a eo'1lp1rative handful of the redi, ba:l be J n S Jattere1, when Piute D a ve anJ his wen t to prospecting, and in a short tim) disco vera : l pay ing-dirt. SinJe thra was a re1son for this-areason both and striking. When ha1 been driven forth, their chi f R e d had decla r ed vengeance up)n tile pale ft1.ce intruders, and cursed t he town, vo iving; to kill off every p!!.le-face who sho tld ente r it, and to mark each death by a notc h uoon the conncil-p'llA. This p'lle was a tall young pine thl\t grew 1ust a-; the e1g;e of the town, and around wbich it had baen the custom of the tribe to hold conncil. Nor h-i t h e council tree, bea ring the f.illowmg message : B a wa no I R e d is not y e t eone the way of his forefa: but lives to wrea.1< vcnge:i.nco upon the own of v eath Nocb. J n th, interva l of silence we has only been 1ecruitinghis fury. ''RED HATCHET.'' With the name," Death Notnh," Piute Dave seemed strangely impressed, and at once ordered that the town of Golden E a gle be henceforth known as Death Notch Death Notch g lorieJ iu one important factthat it was the mill way
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Deadwood Dick' Doom. Miss Virgie Verner, of New York." Then Poke r Jack escorted the m to a suite of rudely-furnis h ed room s1 upstairs, just ov e r the l arge bar a n d gambling-roo m If you w o uld b e s o kind, w e would pre f e r our meal s sent to our room s," Miss V erne r said. '"As you lik e miss Have y o u any bag g a!?e1" My will bo along on the frei ghtwao-on sir" Tb.er{ Poke r Jack bowed himself out. Afte r h e hart gone the girl called in the d arky fro m t h e ad j oinin g room. "Nie," s h e said," we shall have trouble in this plac e m>irk my w o rd. All are m e n h e r e and the m os t evil, r e pulsive-lookin g l o t I eve r came a c ro;;s." "'Spec t y o u 'se right, Mi ss Virgie but y ouh jes b et y ouh life d e y d oesn't want to c o m e foolin' around d is cbil e o r l'll carve e m-cut e m up, bad! I'so sum an' a half, whe n l 'se mad! "But, allowin g that w e are both brave what could w e do around her. No, no I Siska not like it. She must return She was at a glance an Indian, but lighter to the wigwam of her fathe r compl e xioned tha the average of. her naMon, O h don't be in a hurry. I'll give you a Joi

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Deadwood Dick' s Doom. IS .,f gold rings and other trinkets if you will go mice is very disagreeable to this young with me-and plenty of money." lady. "No, no!" the girl repeared, impatiently. "Yes, I'll go, but r emember, you sball yet "Siska not like pale-face-no go with pale-face. repent your insult to me I" Carner replied Let tbe Indian girl l oose so that sbe can return fiercely. to her father's lodge." "For fear I may forget the admonition1 per: "Wen, then you must give me a kiss, my bird haps I'd best write it down in my diary,' wa! of tbe wilderness, and you can go." the sport's parting shot, as the stranger turned "No, no! Siska not kiss pale-face,'' she an-and stalked down tl:11> gulch. swered, struggling to release herself. "PaleWhen he b11.d,gone from view, Dick turned to face bad man, and Red Hatchet be angry at tbe Indian girl, who stood a few paces away, him." regarding him with swprise in her big black ' Tbat don't matter to me. A kiss I'm going eyes. to have Defo r e you go, or my name's not Carrol "There, miss, I've banished the snake, and Carner. So pucker up those pretty lips, my you need have no fear of his harming you," hebe?,uty, and submit to the inevitable." said, gallantly. "Luck always lets me bappen No, no I Hell'-help !" she screamed, strug-along to lay out s u c h reptiles as he." gling so violently that he found it impossible to "Pale-face brave very good, and Siska is accomplish bis design. grateful to him for driving off tbe bad pale Curse you! you are a s strong as a young face," tbe !f!rl replied, her eyes lighting up, wonbear," h e gritted, savagely. derfully. 'Red Hatchet be >ery glad, when "Aba! I have you now, though, and now for Siska tells him." m:r. kiss!" "Ahl so you are the daughter of tbe stem-' Not by a jugful, stranger I" a stern voice handed chief, Red Hatchet, are you1" cried, accompanied by rapidly approaching foot"I am. What does Deaawood Dick know of steps, and the next instant Carrol Carner found Red Hatchet?" himself lying at full length upon the ground, "Ohl So you infer that I am Deadwood while over him stood a handsome fellow in Dick, eh? Y o u are sharp! I beard tbe history sportish .dress-valiant Deadwood Dick. of Red Hatchet and Death Notch, before I came "Ha! ha!" he laughed, sarcasti cally-" what this way. I allow Death Notch is a pretty tough a figure you cut now, don't you, my presuming town." pilgrim! You reckoned you had this little girl "Its lodges are filled with bad men, and Red dead to rights, didn't you, you infernal skunk, Hatchet bas placed a curse upon their beads, because sbe was alone and unprotected1 But, and all who enter the town to stay. Swely you you see, all signs fail, when t h e wind blows me are not going there?" down!" Well, I reckon so. Thought I'd drop down "Tbe devil take you," Carrol Carner cried, that way, see if any one was in trouble, and if arising to a sitting posture and ruhbing his cheek so, h elp 'em out." where the imprint of Deadwood Dick's knuckles "Then, l e t Siska give you a token, tO''alweys -were yPt t,o be seen. "Wbo are you, that you shield you from the vengeance of Red Hatchet have this audacity?" or bis agents," and sbe took a large tin st,ar from "A cuss from Custer-a bulldog from B ozeh e r pocket, with a ribbor: attached .to it, and man-a diabolical d evil from Deadwood,'' Dick pinned it to Dick's vest; then, turning, she waved replied, dryly. I don' t car any visiting cards bE;r hand at him, and darted into the fprest with with me, as I generally have a shtriff or mar-the speed of a young antelope. shal after me who caJTies them and posts 'em up in every convenient place, viz.:-' Five Hundred D ollars reward for tbe capture of the notorious outlaw, Deadwood Dick. dead or alive.' Seen any of them gentle little reminders up in this section?" "If I had, I should use my own judii:rnentr about the information to yO'U," Car rol growled, arising to a standing position. "I want to know what business y o u had to strike me!'' The business of being a consolidat,ed protective association for tbe protection of widders aud orphans an' weak humans generally. I found you, au unscrupulous knave, attempting to kiss this girl against ber will, and I very naturally lost control of my pugilistic members to that ex tent that you immediately let her alone and set down." "You shall answer for the insult, sir. I am going to Death Notch. If vou take p ains to come there also, I'll punish you severely." "Karect!" Deadwood Dick assented, with a taunting bow. "You may look for ree to night, Senator. Be kind enough to pedestrianize hence most precipitately, now, will you, as your pres Far up the mountain-side, not noticeable from Death Notch, yet from wbi>re tbe town was plainly visible, n e5tlingin the besin, was a great projecting creg, the top of which wes a plateau us level as a floor. From th3 outer edg-e of the crag to tbe yawning abyss among tbemountains was a s he e r descent of mayhap five hundred feet. Death Notch was not at the foot of the mountain from which the crag projected, a low range of hills intervening-. Lut "as plainly visible from the :r.Jatl'au with the naked eye, be ing n o t over a mlle distant en a teelin e. Seated upon a camp-stoo l on this plateau, on the afternoon of the day "'hich orens our s tory engaged in a sttl'vey of the town through a powerful field-glass, was a.l'f old Indian of bent form and wrinkled features-the wreck of a once great warrior, now almost in bis second child boC'd from old age. This was the father of the girl SiskaRed Hatchet. For hours be bad sat there and studied the town th!"ough his glass, tbe varying expressions of his countenance, and the glitter of his darlf,

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8 Deadwood Dlck's Doem. baleful eyes that a revengeful spirit yet rankled in bis breast. "The stage brings two new-com ers, he mut t;ered, in good English, proving that he was not untutored, like many of his race. "One is a young pale-face squaw-the other a son of the South. I wonder what brings them? It cannot be that they kn0w of the curse that rests upon the place and all who enter it." Then for a long: time the outcast chief was si lent, but watc hful, until a man sauntered along down the street whom he recognized through the glass, though to the naked eye the man lookecl but a pigmy from the cliff. "Tha6 is Piute Dave-devil pale-face!" the chief gritted. fi e r ce ly. Red Hatchet hates him more than all the rest, aud yet he lives and en joys Red Hatchet's possessio::is, heedl ess of warn ings of de!!.th and destruc tion. He knows Red Hatchet is too old and feeble to take the war path-therefore h e defies me. But he shall die -they all shall die, for Red Hatchet has sworn to a1d new notc h e s to the council-pole-records of the d eath of those who drove him and his trihe forth from Saquoy, even if he bas to hire it d me. Ohl bow Red Hatchet hates yonder settlement of pale-faces I" "And why this hatred, red-man7 Why this desire to exterminate the !JOOple in loude r toyvn'I'' a voice asked, so near to the ol chief, that he tu,rned with a startled growl, and be held-Not what might have been correctly termed a man, but more appropriately a human wild beast, for it hart all the appearance of a wild animal, with the dwarfed shape of man. The face was entirely covered with hair the bead was hat.J;iss, the dwarfed, bump-backed figure was clad"in dirty garments; the nails up on the fln:rera were long and like the talons of some wild bird. In the eye there burnt a wild unnatural fire, ani the hair upo n the head stood in all directions, making the bead appear double its real siz9. Red H1J.trhe t gave vent to a startled grunt at sight of this stran!!"e being; indeed, who would n't, for it was not an ohject calculated to inspire any one with the bravest feelings. "Ugh! d ebbil!" the chief uttererl, for that was the nearest thing he could compare the in truder to. Yes, devil I" the hairy being replied-" Old Scavengar, the devil-avenger-the devil dwarf. But, the red chief n ee d not fear. Scavenger harms none but the treacherous whites-those of his own blorid and color. The red chief also hates the pale-faces?" U g b yes-bate 'em because they drove the red-man fron: his village yonder." "I understand-I understand," Old Scaven ger assented. They have wronged me, too. and I madly hate 'em all. I have registered an oath to spare none-to cut out thA hearts of every white devil I meet. Ha! ha! they thought whe n they all united to strike me a Iast blow, that it would kill me, but it only hardened my heart against 'em. Did the Red Harobet ever see the heart of a pale-face'!'' And as he spoke the Demon Dwarf drew from bis hunting sa.ck a bloody withered pieee of human flesh-a human heart, indeed-and held it aloft with a demoniac peal of !aught.er. "That is the heart of the false woman who wedded me for my gold, and deserted me and my kit, when she had secured it. Oho! but I hunted her down to death, though, and after they had buried her, thinking to cheat me out of my vene;eance, I dug her up and secured my trophy. Hal ha! the Dwarf's enough for 'emtbe Dwarf's enough for 'em I" Red Hatchet's eyes sparkled with enthusi a m. Dwarf big heap brave," he said. "Red Hat!.'het once great brave, but bis limbs no longer strong for war-path. He can only meditate upon his enemies, instead of perform infi 1t." 'Red Hatchet liliould g e t Old Scavenger to strike for him. When h" strikes be strikes to avenge." "Roo Hatchet has no gold, or he would read ily par. the Dwarf Avenger to add notches to his council-pole in yonder town." Hal ha! itisnotmoneyiwant. Ihavegold in plenty. But I saw a jewel belonging to Red Hatchet that I would wade throug h fire or blood to possess-ay l I'd depopulate y:mder town until not a pale-face dog remained to usurp Red Hatchet's rignts !" : If the Devil Dwarf will do this, Red Hatchet will give him his daughter-if it is to her the pale-face refers." "To her and none othllr. Swear to the girl to me to do with as I please, and I will agree that for every person now in yonder town, s death notch shall be made." Red Hatchet agrees. When he can count the death notches of all his sworn enemies, and is free to go bac k to his once pretty village, be will deliver Siska to the Devil Dwarf to do with as he pleases-" Then call the girl. We will tap a vein :'.n her arm, and seal this compact with a draught of her blood!" the ave"ager said. And an hour later the act was carriElll out to the letter. Death Notch was doomed! CHAPTER ill. THE STRANGERS SING. HANK SHAKESPEARE was one of the ruling spirits of Death Notch, inasmuch as he was too bully over all, and always ripe for a quarrel or a spree. One by one he had worsted each of the resi dents of the town, down to the captain, Piute Dave, in a fair and square fight, and that fact had by no means lessened his esteem of his own prowess, so that he was never backward about waltzing right into a quarrel. His word, next to that of Piute Dave was regarded as Jaw, and the majority of the roughs would have followed him in case of a split rather than the captain, who was of enn a worse dispositio:i than his bull-dog compan ion, for he was ever too ready to draw a wea pon a.nd shoot down a fellow at little or no of fense. Therefore when Shakespeare proposed to have a concert from the newly-arrived songsters, no one offered demur thereat, because t.o arouse ti-

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Dea.dwood Dick'& Doom. ire ot the burly bull whacker, was to give the aire ell on the squi mve ter beer ye vocalize, an' si nal for a fight, from t be word go." app'inted me as a delegate t.er represent 'em an' I ,.. 9Tberefore aft.er supper, a gi:.ng b eaded by the say ef ye don't waltze down an' sing fer 'em, I festive Shakespeare, who bad imbibed more am ter shoot ye on ther spot. Ye perseeve we're "bootlegs" than was !!:ood for accurat.e l ocomoold business, we daisies o' Death Notch i when a tinn, made a precipitate descent into the Poker mule balky we aUu8 drap him w1'out any HoUBil, an<\ ordered up tLe drinks, while the prelim ary parley; tbarfore, we ab.ow thet ef poet wit_. his" smile" in hand, mounted the ye edify us wi' a few songs, an' the rngger, too, deal table neare<>t tbe bar, and addressed the yer safety will be an assured fact, an' ef ye uncouth assemblage around him: d on't, we'll hev terspeek fer a parson ter preech "Feller-citizens! Noble representatives of yer funeral sermon, t.er-morrer." the moral town o' Death Notch! It becomes "Ob! Nie, what shall we do!" Miss Verner my duty ter rise in front o' ye like a bellowin' said. turning to the darky, pale and trembling. buff'ler bull ter make an announcement. Ay, "What shall we do!" my n oble guzzlers, I've a preat bit o' news fer 'Spec's de bestest t'ing we can do is to gub ye. We're on tber evo o a great event. We 'em some music, rather dan git de top of our have in our midst a human phenomenon-as heads blowed off. Bress dis yar chile ef he's Shakespeare, Sr., sed: gwiLe to when _de banj_ o wi!l A. maiden fair wi' voice likfl a dream-er b1m out. .J e s you git youh gittar, Miss V1rg1e1 She sings an' she plays-s' e'sareg'larsc'reamer.' an' I'se a raccoon if we can't stir 'em up." ye long-eared pilgrims, yer 'umble sar"Perhaps you are right, I wish we vint has jest made the diskivery that Sara had never come here!". the girl sa1d, as she pro Bernhardt Nillson the famous singer is hyer in cured a handsome gmtar from her trunk1 and Death who bas appeared afore all theD: she and the darky, who was armed with_ a ther crowned h eads o' Europe an' Ethiopia. '!1anJo1 followed the bulwhacker down the stairs "An' what d'ye think, my noble council-mto toe crowded b a r-room._ men and tax-payers1 What d'ye surmise tbis A loud cheer greeted their advent, from the distinguished singist perposes t.er do! Why! ruffian assemblagel among whom were many of thunderatiou sirs! she calculates ter give our tbe most bold ana lawless desperadoes on the critical Death Notch tber death shake bordPr-men who bad waded in crime and rufan' not open her vocal bugle short o' Hell-e !ler'. fianis;m all their and bad lost ell se?se of Now, then, my prickly pears o' ther desert, I man!mess. or feeling, further than for their own rise to promulgate tber extemporaneous auesgrat1ficat1on. tion-aire we ter be snubbed like this! Aire "Hyar's tber stage, mum!" Shakespeare said, we to be cheated out o' heerin ther singist indicating the bar counter. Shall I help ye vocalize in our own aristocratic sphere! I say . no!-in. clarion notes I scream nayl Sum im-. not trouble Y?urself,'' Virgie re mortal poet in past ages hez sed \ """1TY skien piled, steppmg upon a cbair1 thence upon a tificallytable, and then to the bar, where three chairs had been placed. It pleases mortal man ter f east--Musick alone t e r soothe tber savage bt,..st;' en' byar's ther very beast as requires music t.er nnnoint ther ragged vdcanic edge o' bis errupt.ed buzzom. What d'ye Raloots shall we invite ther favor us w1 some o' her fu'st class tunes1 A cheer was the answer. The idea was favored by all that rough assem blage. -Then will I fotcb forth ther great warbler from her conservatory I" the bull whacker cried, and leaping from the table, and drawing a pair of revolvers, be left the room. Up the stairs two steps at a time, he went and e t the door of Miss Verner's room, p aremptorlly. The young woman opened it in great surprise, her face pa.ling as sho saw the great gaunt bullwhacker. "'Scuse me, mum," be said, "but ye see ther b'.vees bev fouud out tbet ye're a singist, an' they allow tbet the r likeli es t tJiing ye kin do ter come down an' fer 'em. They're dead l'el." : :iusic, an' tho, they re 1uthe'.r a rogh lotJ el' ye sing yer purtiest, an' ther nigger too, 1 opine you'll be ell right." Oh! sir, you must excuse me, 'Virgie cried, ..:.Jtress. I cannot sing, 00-llight-reelly I ca:-:not." "But ya mum. Ye r. how ther boys Nicodemus followed, and likewise the bull whacker, Shakespeare, wbo bad evidently as sumed the se lf-appoin ted position of master of ceremonies, for be arose when the two were seat.eel., and glanced bis audience over, with an important "ahem I" as if to call atten tion to the fact that he was the central figure of the forthcoming entertainment. "Feller-cit.erzensi" be began, this is an awe inspiring and sub ime occasion, when with swelling bosom of pride. I am enabled to pre sent f01 your approval tber stars of two coun tries, Europe and Africa, consolerdated inter one stupendous aggravation. Et does me proud, my noble pack o' guzzlers, ter represent this great phalanx o' talent, and in commemoration o' this great occasion my poetical brain hath conceived a versical offering, which I beg leave ter precipitate at ye, as a prelude o' tber cat wauling immediately ter foller. Et is entitled Tber B'iled Shirt,' an' was founded on true in'1erdents." Then clearing bis throat, the bullwbacker laid one hand dramatically across bis breast and began "Et war six years SJ!"O ter-day When Deadwnod, furst tbar struck, A. tender-fut from Jarsey Cit', TogJ!"ed out in spotless duck. Ob l ye ':iet be war a gallus pill! Pllt ov money, run a-m.uck I

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a Dea.dwoot:. Dfcas Doom. ae waltzed inter ther Flush,. ker-slap Ther Flusa war squar fer deal, Tho' thar war sum who sed that Pete War up ter sundry steal._... But I could never quite believe! Thet Pete would stoop ter 'fee Down by their board ther 'tender' sat; I see'd 'twer desprit in his eye, As on hi snow-flake kids he spat An' sed-' Wi' me it's rocks or---
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Deadwood Dick's Doom. 8 ward from the vicinity of a temporary be.r, where he had been imbibing numerou s "boot l egs.'' Thet war splendiferons, old ga11 thet war-a reg'lar old hymm right frum Hruifax, barlroth I, Bulldog Benjamtn. ther majestic mastiff o' Death Notch. Sweeter by far than ary essence o' eslysi u m war thet old song about m;r old mother. I can now see her s'scchin' fer her inebriate son, along ther shady banks o' ther Mississippi, you bet, an' ef evyer I did a noble act in my life I'm goin' ter kiss yer fer remindilil1 ther Bulldog of his old ma.m -bow! wow! wow! barketh I!" And the ruffian bounded nimbl y upon the bar. Virgie sprung to b e r feet with a cry of horror, but before the wretch could lay a hand upon her there was the sharp crack of a revolver, and he fell, bleeding, at her feet. CHAPTER IV. DEADWOOD DICK'S DOOM. IT had taken less time to end the life of the ruffian than it has to r elate the occurrence, for the bullet entering his heart, he had expired al most as soon as he dropped. For a moment afterward you could have heard a pin drop in the great bar-room of tbe Poker House, so great was the intensity of the silence caused by the -shooting. Then came words to the hearing of all-words in a strange, shrill voic e whose significance was plain to all within the room, except Virgie and Nick: "Oho! Death Notch 47, and still the spirit of H.ed Hatchet caJJs for vengeance. Piute Dave shall count seventy, and Deadwood Dick five more Hal ha!" Then there was a strange. wild peal of laughter-without the tavern, that chilled the blood of every one who heard it, so fearfully tive of a demon's triumph it was. Not a man within the tavern made a move to discover the author of the laugh-infernal and of Bulldog Ben's d eath. Even Piute Dave's swarthy visage assumed a grayish allor as he heard the words of the avenger, and he moved not from his tracks. Shakespeare, the poetical bullwhacker, was the coolest man in the. house, and that among men who were habitually hard-hearted and possessed of a sort of brute courage on such occasions. .,, "Pop goes the r weasel, an' thar'll be another notch on the council-pole I" he observed, dragging the body of Bulldog Ben upon his shoulder and dumping it in an obscure corner of the \ room. Bulldog's gone on his last long canine cir cuit, an' I allow I'll hev ter compose a doggeral on his kerflumex, or an epidemic for his tomb stone. How'd this be, fer instance: Poor llulldog Ben he barked, and tben He jumped the bar, accordin'; '! 'bar waz a sh ot-Ben tu'k ther pot, And anteed over Jordan.'" But the poet did not get an encore on t his eff u sion inasmuch his auditors were in no humor for anyth;ng but strong prose "Enough of this nnnsense," Piute Dave said, I striding forward Don't you see that you are all offe ring your se l ves as targets fo r this secre1: avenger, whoever he may be! I'll take c harge of the girl myself, an' ye can do as ye want w i t h the nigger. Come, young woman-there's room fer a p urty one us you at my 1U1.' you're mine." Oh, no, no I I cannot will no t go with you!" Virgie cried, dinging to iu tears and despair. let u s a l one, sir! We are two strangers to all you, and all we ask is to leave this place unmolested." Can't help that, girl. Piute Dave don't often take a second l ook at a gal, but when be does, he invariably bas beri ef he wants her. So you might as well tumb e down from that bar and waltz along wi' me at once, fer I allow I'm boss of this town-an' things hes allus got ter go to suit my notion I" "But jes' youh l ook a-yar now, sah I" cried Nic odemus, drawing himself to full bight and striking a dramatic pose, with uplifted arm. "Youb surel y forget de culimnating fact ii.re ye goin'ter somersault down from that bar, or shall I c.ome an help ye!" Oh, spare me-!lIJare me, sir! Oh, my God! is there no one here to help me!" the i:.oor gii:l sobbed. "Nary a durned galoot, my gall" Piute Dave declared, with a triumphant chuckle As I allowed, before, I'm boss o' this bur g, an' thar's not a man hyar as durst lift a h&nd to help ye, when I'm around. " You lie, you brute I and if you but lay a hand on that girl l'll bore a hole in your thick skull!" a voice suddenly cried. The owner of the vqce was Deadwood Dick! While Piute Dave was speaking, he had q u ietly slipped into the room, and now stood mount-ed uon a chair, but a few paces in the former'& rear, with a pair of cocked 32's in his grasp. Piute Dave wheeled with a frightful oath, as he heard the words, with his hands upon th& butts of his own revolvers, but he desi s ted from drawing thenrwhen he saw that his new oppo nent had the drop. "Who are you!" he demanded, savagely, "and what d'ye mean by meddling in my busi ness!" "I mean that if you offer that girl the least molestation, I'll make you up into a perforated porous plaste r quicker than a D utchman can say beer!" the sportive Dick annou nced, with the utmost-ass urance and sangfroid ','A s t o my dramatis-personre. you may r e cogn ize mA by the gentle and psalm-l ike title of Richard Harris, or Edward Harris, o r Dead woorl Dick, or any other name you like-D ead wood Dick being m y titul a r a ppurtenance,

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10 Deadwood Dicks Doom. when I'm wanted by the sherifl', and so-forth and so-forth.'' "You Deadwood Dick?" Piute Dave exclaimed, in surpnse; and he was not the only oue to whom tho noted title was apparently familiar. "Yes, I am Deadwood Dick, the celebrated cuss from Custer diabolical devil-maycare devotee of road-agency, from Deadwoodthe bunted hurricane, Harris, just as you see me. And according to a reoont act of Congress, if you or any other two-legged individual at tempts to yonder gitl, whoever she may be, I'll agree to furnish him witha free passover Jordan by the most direct ethereal line. I mean business, so Jet some pilgrim o! enterprising dis position open the market. Young lady, you may descend from the bar, and go to your room, or I'll agree to take care of any num ber of these cusses who may attempt tJ prevent you!" 11 Go at your peril, girl!" Piute Dave growled, in a rage, watching a chance to draw a weapon. 11 Curses on you, boys, why don't you pull yer tools, and kill this devil's donkey?" "Reckon we kuow our biz, ho s," the bullwbacker, Shakespeare, declared, knowingly. "We allow our pelt is wu'th jest as much per c-wt. as yourn, au' we ain't in noways dispo;ed ter venture a cruise in unknown regions, jest on account o' one ghal. As Brother Byron uster friend here, Piute David. What's the expense Davi<.11" "Your life!" the captain cried, his rage in no wise diminished. "I'll cut your heart out." "Ohl now, really, David, you would not r& hearse the tragedy of David and Goliah, would you? Yon wouldn't amputate my pulsometer would you, just to satisfy your revengeful spirit?" "Yes, curse you! But give me advantage of the' drop' you've got, and I'll show you what kind of a man Pmte Dave is "Iudeedl I am to infer, then, that you ar& something like a concentrated volcano, done up in a dynamite torpedo, and when you're touched off you scatter death and destruction in the forty directions of a blizzard! I had no idea you were so ferocious, or I should have fainted, hours ago. Tell you what I'll do, though, David. If your thermometer indicat;es that your steam has attained such momentum that there is danger of your exploding, I'll give you a chance to work off a little of your superfluous wrath. You all" pear to be a pretty muscular chap and I flatter myself I have sufficient for usual cases of emer gency. Therefore, we will cle.ar the cent.er of the room; you take a position at one end-I at the other. Then we will each start for each other, weaponless, and have a rough and tumble scufHe for the mast;ery-the winner to take the position as boss of the town-the loser to be given one hour to leave it, never to return, ex-' Hang 00 ter terra flrmer cept under penalty of death by shooting, at Tho' lncumber'd bad wil tax, sight. Now, then, how does that strike ypu1" say: Et's cool an' very comfertab l e "I'll accept the propJ sitiou," Piute Dave said, As compared wi' Halerfax; with a horrid laugh. "It won't take me long to An' tho' at ev'ry turn break your neck." Wi' mother-n.Jaws an' maids, "Well, for your sake, I hope not," Dick r&Ye'll find et enough sight better to ted "th "F. b I .. Than a good warm berth in Hades.'" r WT a sm1 e. irst, owever, wanv to know that there will be no mterfereuce from "You're cowardl. v dogs, every one o' you! the crowd-" Will you let one man bluff ye, when thar's "I'll 'tend ter thet, young feller," Shakes forty o' ye to his one? Look, the girl is going peare declared. "I'll see thet everything g0011 to escape! A hun
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Dea.dwood Dick' Doom, 11 Correct I Let's adjourn to the field of ac tion," Deadwood Dick said. "I came here expecting to run into difficulty, and I'm not the chap to turn tail and back out because of a slight unpleasantness. By the way, if any of you know any thing favorable of this loo.fer I'd suggest that now will be a good time to recall them before we plant him; after he is de"Ld and gone you'll not care to re member him." Pinte Dave made a move to draw a weapon, but saw that Deadwood's dauntless representative was still on guard, and so desisted. "Com ... no funny business now," Dick ordered, "but lead the way if you want to furnish me a sepulcher of quicksand. I'm anxious to know who is going to draw the prize in this lottery." Piute Dave led the way from the tavern. Deadwood Dick went next; then the bullwhacker poet and his uncouth associates brought up the rear, in single file. A strange-looking procession they made as they tbus marched down the street, under the light of a soaring full moon. Virgie Verner saw them from the window of he.r room, and wondered what was going to hap-pen. "They are going to hang the brave fellow who came to my rescue!" she gasped, in horror. God forbid!" Down the street to the western terminus of the town Piute Dave piloted the way, and they soon came to a dark-looking verdureless spot that every experienced eye knew to be a quicksand pocket that it was sure and inevitable death to toucb. This was the place of struggle. Deadwood Dick threw ojl' bis jacket to one side, and deposited his weapon upon it. Piute Dave gave his revolvers to the bullwhacker, but did not remove his coat, evidently not deeming it necessary. The two men then walked ten paces in oppo site directions, turned, and at the word "Go!" given by one .of the bystanders, rushed to meet each other. It was not until they were within arm's reach, t.hat Deadwood Dick discovered that the ruffi a n had a small dagger in his grasp. Too late! They clinched and struggled, and the blade entered Dick's left arm rendering it perfectly powerless. With the advantage thus gained, it was quick work for Piute Dave to raise his adversary and hurl him forward into the mire of the ibottomless bed of quicksand! Then, with victorious shouts, the rough crowd strode away. and Deadwood Dick sunk gradually into the yielding sand, to his horrible 1!.oom. CHAPTER V. $500 REWARD; AND" CAL.AMITY" ON DECK. ON returning to the Poker House from their moonlight excursion to the remarkable duel, these .wild men of Death Notch fonnd that they had another stranger, still, in their mldst the individual once before desclibed as Carrol Carner. He had ridden into the place, registered and put up at the Poker, and was just engaged in tacking up a vlacard against the wall, as the crowd swarmed in, headed by victorioi:s Piute Dave1 and his right-hand man, the bullwhac1rer. Poker Jack's face bore rather a disappointed expression, when he saw that Piute had come back in place of Deadwood Dick. He had hoped and expected it would be the other way, for though there was no declare4i warfare between tbem, they bated each other cordially, and calculated that the Ql1ickest man at pulling a pop" would eventually be the deat)l of the other. Which one it re111ained to be told. The man, Carner, went on tacking up bis placard, and when be had finished, stepped back to inspect his work. The placard was a press-printed poster, in big type, and bore the following announcement: "$500 .REW.ARD! "The above reward will be paid tor the capture and deliv e ry to tbe undersigned. of a wandering girl calling hersell Virginia Verner, but wh'>se real name is Myrtle Morris. She is nccompnni e d by a negro companion, and is want. d fo1 the crime of murder. "0..
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Deadwood Dick's Doom. "Who is there1'' Virgie asked, from within, in a tone whose accents betokened alarm. "'Sh I I am a strangei tj) you, but if you value your p e rsonal safety, open the door!" the villain answered in a feigned voice; the n, as he heard her unlock the door, he chuckled to himself to see how cleverly he had suJceeded, until-The door partly opened and hA f ound Virgie standing in the aperture with a cocked revolver in her hand. "I thought it was you," she said with more composure than she had yet manifested. Now that you are here, you villam, wbat do you waut!" "You're devilish independent, all at once!" Piute Dave said, in surprise. "Because I've got the drop on you!" Virgie 1etorted. I find that he's best who gets aim first, in this delectable country, and according Jy, I'm ready for you, sly as you were. What dorou waut, I say!" I waut to come in. I've important news for you. There's a man down-stairs who wants ye, at about five dollars a pound!" Virgie gave a gasp, and her face turned pale. "Who!" she demand e d, though she could have told withoutaskin"" "Le t me come in, if you want to know," Piuta Dave said, grimly. "AwlJile ago ye spurned the friend ship of youn truly; now, mebbet with a wolf howling upon yer scent, ye'Jl be glaa ter accept of it." "Between the bite of a wolf and a rattle snake I h!l.ve no choice!" Virgie retorted, d e cisive ly, "and the refore, if Y"U have anything to co:n !lunicate, you can do it from where you are, or not at all." you! Then you prefer surrendering to the m'.l.n down-stairs, rather than accept of my nrote c ti()n, eh! "I sh-ill not surrender, nor acc ep t yonr prot.ection !" r espon ded. "If I am attack I shall till I see _!;here is no hope, and then kill rny,elf !" "Pooh! words are cheap! Listen, and I'll tell yon what is the most likely thing fer ye to do, as things na.,w stand. This enemy o' yonrn, who calls himself Carrol Carner, don't know, yet, thet you're beer, an' ther boys knows their biz, an' won't give it away, as as I say nay. Now, j as t you marry me, an' I'll go down an' slit yonr enemy's weazand, an' that'll put an end ter the matter. See?" "I comprehend your m'lgnanimous offer, but emphatically decline. When in need of a hus band, I shall sele c t a man -not a wolf in the guise of a man. You may inform Cn.rrol Car ner of my presence here, if you like, and tell him, th'lt. I have been taking daily practice with the revo lver, lately, and I shall take advantage of the first opportunity to blow bis brains ont. Go, now, or I'll open up practice on you. Go! I <>ay; I me1n biz!" And jndging by the fla sh of her eyes, cluded she was m dead earnest, and took as few isteps as posSible to carry him out of range of her weapon Baffted and savage, he d escended the stairs to the street, to cool oil' his passion-and consider. Villain that he was he had set his heart oa capturing tbe girl and making her his wife, and the failure just now but strengthened his determinati()n. Carrol Carner, although he failed to obtain any information from Piute Dave concerning the object of his search, was in no wise discour aged, and made it his business, during the even ing, to "pump" nearly all tihe roughs iu the saloon who, taking the cue from Dave, all denied any knowledge of.the girl. This very unanimity strengthened his suspicions. "Excuse me, ple'lse, if I r efuse to believe, yon," he said, coolly. "So J?Ositive has been the declaration that the girl is not here, that I am sure sbe is here. I demand to see your reg. ister. When I registered to-rdght, I neglected to look it ove r to see if there had been any previous arrivals." "I refuse to let yon see the register," Poker Jack replied an ugly flash in his eyes as he went on: "Ph own np that the girl is here, and when you attempt to take 'er away, you're a dead man-yon, or any othe r two-legged cuss in the town. I've been watcbin' tbE> way things aire shain' ter-night, an' I allow that the gal is pnre, anl good, an' tho' I ain't any thin?,: to brag on about bein' a saint, I allow thar s enough man left in me ter shove for'a'd a six, ef ary galoot tries any gum games about tiiat gal. An' my name's Poker Ja0k, from Pioche." And the landlord of the Poker House brought his fist hard, on the bar. That night, when Death Notch slumbered, a horseman rode stealthily into the town. His form was well wrapped in a long black cloak, a wide-rimmed black hat was slouched down over his forehead to the eyes, which were covered with the exception of a pair of peep-boles, by a black mask. which was in turn met by an imme nse black beard that touched to the man's waist, all giving him a dark and sinister appearance. That his mission was a secret one, was evident, for his animal' s hoofs were carefully muffled, and made little or no noise as tbey struck the hardpan bottoJll of tbe gulch. The strange dark man rode slowly along until he came opposite the Poker &ouse, when he reined his horse close np to the front of the ,building and baited. Rising in the stirrups, and thence to his horse's back, he was able to climb n pon tbe cap of the front door frame, which he aPccrdingly did, and then crept into the open window, which le'1 into the upp('lr hall. Pausing a few moments and listening intent ly, he st.ale from one door to another along the hall, and repeated the precaution of listening, nor did he conclude until be had visited every door th:!t opener! oil' from the hall. Then he came hack to the door of the apart ment occupied by Virgie, and softly turned the knob. The door being lockeo., refused to open, at which he did not appear to be much surprised for he drew a long slender pair of nippers ;J

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Deadwood Dick's Doom. ti from his pocket and quickly had the door unlocked and open. Then, stealing softly into the room, be closed it behind him as qui e t l y as l!.e had opened it. House, and slipping from the saddle, sh" brode into the bar-room, and took a glance the The n ext m orning wjl e n P o k<'r Jac k t oo k tha meals Ufl"St.airs for M i ss Virg i e Verne r before crowd the rein The woman w a s the notoriou s r ec kl ess waif of the rocky W estern countryCalamity Jane. any c u stome r s wer e a L o u t the establis hm e n t to CHAPTER VI. watch h im b e found the door wid e ope n and A VERY SINGULAR PERFORMANCE. Miss V erne r go ne. l<'Ew there w e r e in Death N otch who bad not N o t a lit.ti e surprised b e o pened the c ommunih eard of the n o t-0rio u s girl, a nd s e veral among eating door f t h e d arky's apartment, and found the lot had seen, and now recogn i z e d h er, Poker the g ent of oolor lying upon his b ed b ound J ac k a mong the r est,.for Pok e r had form erly hand and foo t and gagged, with a quilt thrown thrived in D e adwood, before taking in Pioche ov e r his head to shut out any 5ouud forward <>a gerly for th e oppointed inter est" d in h e r welfarP it s h a ll not b e sa id tha t time t o co me wh e n Rho s hould g o t) cla im the P o k e r Jack l eft h P r to tbe merc y o' two worse l ov e A nrl protec tion of the only m a n shp, bad ever brnt"R t h 1 n himeplf. i Tbe t day n or rather a gi rl. dre Rsed "T h elien' a word that y o u she in male att11'6. d rew Min hefore t ,he Poker s aid in r e pl y t o P i ute' s brag. "But if I learn

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Bead.wood Dick' s Doom. that what you have said is true, l ook out for you rself, for, girl though I am, I'll make you pay a bitter penalty for your deed." Then she turned and left Poker House, a feeling of sadness stealing over her. She soon b y inquiry learned the loc ation of the fatal quicksand, and the incidents of the strange struggle between Piute Dave and Deadwood Dick; then, leaving her horse to graze, she wal)j:ed out to the place where the pool of stagnant water covered the treacherous bogmire of death. "Ohl Dick! Dick!" she moanedh knee lin g upon the ground, and peering into t e as if to penetrata into the untold depth; I cannot-will not believe that you have met your death in this awful place Somebody, perhaps, may have come along and r esc ued you, at the last moment. God knows I wish I could credit that supposition. Dead-you dead, my brave, true friend1 Nol no! no! I will never believe it-never, until when my own life shall have ebbed outt and I find that my search for you has been fruitless." Tears were strange things in the eyes of Calamity Jane; it was more in her nature to laugh at trouble than cry; but, now, everything was changed. She bad never quite given up the hope that Dick would1 some distant day, r ecog nize her devotion to nim, and take her as a wife. When be had told h e r to come to Death Notch to become his wife, all the bitterness of her strange life had seemingly m elted into glorious sunsbme, and she was happy. Little wonder, then, that bitter grief now re turned to torture her, whon they told her that the "famous bravo-knight had met so terrible a fate, after so many years of safe passage through constant peril. For an h ou r she knelt by th'3 dark pool. H e r tears were now dried, and a deadly glitter in her eyes while a stern expression mantled her features. "No! I will not be rash enough to kill my self," she murmured, rising to her feet, "but will live on-live to hope that he is not deadlive to wreak vengeance on those who as a people, aimed to tread upon and crush him, be cause-because be was Deadwood Dick!" "Ha! ha! ho! hoi" a voice laughed just b e hind her, and she wheeled to behold dwarf avenger, Old Scavenger, standin g near. Dick bad des cribed him to he!', and therefore she bad no difficulty in recognizing him-for surely there were no two p e rsons in the West whom nature had wade so liideous. "Ho! ho!" the dwarf chu ckled, when she turned to gaze at him. "So you came to l ook for the devilish road-agent in that pool, eh? Y 011 don't find him, thogh-neithe r do I H o h o! no; h e cheated me out of my sweetest morsel of ven"'eance, curse him!" "Howsor' Calamity asked, in surprise. "Was not Dead wood Dick a friend to you and your daughter, S cavengerP' "Nol no! He was a traitor-a d evilis h traitor-the murderer of my child, and when I found that, pinned to h e r dress as she lay in death where he left her, I pronounced bis doom, and that of every other white traitor. D'ye S0Q tbat!'' And be held up the note that he bad found on Kentucky Kit's body. (See HALF-DIME LIBRARY No. 201). Calamity took it from his hands, and read it_ carefully. This is n o t Dead wood Dick's wrhing, nor bi." sig:riature, old man sho said decidedly. It is a forgery, trumped up to throw the suspicion on Deadwoo
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Deadwoo d Dick's Doom. rimmed black bat slouched down over his forehead, completely hid his features fro_m view, he was a dark and rather sinister individual to behold-the same strange person who had ridden so mysteriously into Death Notch the night previous. Nearer and nearer Old Scavenger ap proached, flourishing his knife, and making strange contortions, but not an inch did the Black Unknown move, further than to raise bis black gloved hand, and point one finger at the Dwarf. Had the stranger shown fight, there would have undoubtedly been an immediate struggle, but his queer action seemed to puzzle the crazed crenture, and be came to n halt, a dozen yards awi>y, seeming undecided whether to advance further toward the cloaked customer or not. Calamity had halted on the other side of him, not a little surprised and curious. he Black Unknown now turned toward her, and motioned her with bis outstretched band to approach. The gil 1 keeping her weapon ready for instant use. when within a few feet of him he motioned her to stop. Then turning to the Dwarf, he motioned him to pass by on the lefv hand side of the gulch. At first Scavenger maae no move to obey, but when the stranger stamped bis foot imperative ly, the girl's pursuer did as be had been motioned to do, nor paused until he stood where Calamity had first halted. Now turning to Calamity, the dark stranger t><>inted toward tb9 Death'Notch, and said, in a deep tone of voice, the simple word: ''Go!" k ereo t I" the Girl Sport replied, with a laugh. I'm much obliged to you, and don't need a second invitation." And she went down the gulch, wondering who was this bla c k individual with the voice like a roll of midsummer thunder. She looked around just b efore a slight bend that would hid" them from Vle w, and saw that both the Illack Unknown and the Dwarf yet retained their same relative position., except that the arm of the Unknown was leveled at \,he Avenger commandmgly. As she looked, too, she saw the hand and arm fall to tlte Unknown's while Scavenger staggered back, turned and ned up the gulch at the top of his speed. Calamity went back to the town, and regis tered at tbe Poker House, and was assigned the ro@m from which Virgie Verner had been abducted. "Jack," she said to Poker Jack, who had shown her to it-" Jack, you were a hard fel low when I used to see you up in Deadwood, and, judging by your surroundings, I don't allow you're much saintlier now. But thet won't hinder you from answering me a ques tion." "Certainly not, Calamity. Ask anything-you choose." "Well, I want to know whether or not you really believe that Deadwood Dick sunk in that qliicksand !" "Why, I haven't any reason to believe that be did not. Piute Dave threw bim in, they say, and then he and the cum back here an' left the poor cuss to sink. May the Almighty inflict some terrible pen alty upon them if this ts true! But, try though I do to become resigned to this conclusion, I do not believe that Deadwood Dick lies at the bottom of tbat bed of quicksand I" Toward dusk that evening a woman on horseback, attended by two mounted scouts, rode into D<>ath Notch, and dismounted before the Poker House. Sbe was an elderly lady, say of or sixty, well dressed, and yet one whose face spoke of a life that had not been all sunshine. On dismounting she immediately entered the bar-room, and after a searching glnnce around, approached Carrol Carner, who was engaged in playing .. game of cards with a miner. Carner arose, with a flushed face, as he her npproacb, as if it was bis intention to attempt .to escape, but he caught the gleam of rnmething concealed in the woman's hand as it bung by her side, and desisted from any such action. I expected to find you, if I persevered," the woman said, with sarcasm, as he arose and tipped his hat. "Please order a private apart ment where I can see you and talk business." CHAPTER VII. A VILLAIN UNMASKED. CARNER seemed to deem it advisable to hu mor her, for he immediately led the way up stairs to his own apartment, and when there handed her a chair. Be be said, curtly. "Your visit is unexpected to me. Why do you omne here?" To effect a settlement with you, villain that you are, if such a thing is possible," the woman retorted, bitterly. "Carrol Carner, have you not one spark of tendern?.SS or mercy in your cruel heart?" "Not that I am aware of,'' the man replied, seating himself, with bis heels elevated upon a table and lighting a cigar. "I nev9r was overburdened with a reproving conscience, and when it is likely to interfere with any of my plans I do away with it entirely. If you come here thinking tbat wholesale tears and supplica tions for mercy will move me, you've greatly missed your reckoning." "Carrol Carner, take care!" "Bahl don't be so foolish as to threaten me, old woman I You can't do anything with me." I can. I can have you atrested for a biga mist!" Humph I How are you to -prove it? How think yoa a court would decide it? They would pronounce me an adventurer, reprimand me, perhaps, and there the matter would end. Why, I <:annot see that there's any great cause for trouble! It's a simple little story. I, Carrol Carner1 an adventurer, go down to California for a little recreation, and meet and marry the step-daughter of a rich speculator known as Morris. Both the girl'o mother and st-ip-father approve of the match, when I accommodate them with a little ready-made information that I am a popular mine-owner in the Nor'west--

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19 J>e..clwood Dick Doom.. and the wedding goes off as merry as a mar riage bell should go. Next in order develops a little item of family news that Morris bas a deal of property and a n e qutll number of debts, and in orde r to save h is property he must deed it to some on e and the r eby d efraud his cre ditors of all th.at b a o w es In this extre mity, M orris pro poses to de ed m e two-thirds of all his property, and his ste p-daugh te r tbe other third, all of whi c h is d one, l ega ll y, and thus things stand wh e n comes tbe n ews from Utab tbat Carrol Carne r i s o. Morm o n, and has no less than ei ght fair and buxo m wiv es to wh o se loving company he is res pe c tfully invited back "Tbe r J is a smalls iz e d tornado in the Morris camp the n and Carner is commanded to clear out, but fir s t deed back the property. Tb.is he kindly r e fuses t o do; and about th.is time two other sens a tion s aris e New s com"'s t hat Myrtle hi s wire, has inherited an immens e fo rtune by d eath of a relative-next, Carro l C arne r, in comp any witl:I a pair of neighbor s find s Myrtle kneeling ov e r the lif e less bod y of h e r step-fath e r, with. a bloody knif e in her grasp. What do you suppo se is the res u lt1 I suppose you are full well aware Caught in the a c t as it were and realizing tbe co nsequ e nces, Myrtle fled, not only from the scen e of h e r strange crime, but from California, accompani e d by a family servant. Smarting under tbe, blow of di s h onor she had put upon my fair name and reputa,tion I vowed to hunt her d own and hand h e r ov e r t o tbe l aw!" Villain I mon s t er!" Mrs Morris gasped, who had been li ste ning with bl a n c hed fac e and flashing eyes. Y onr villainy is Without parallel. You know my p o or child n e ve r committed that murder. Y o u know m::ire about how Mr. Morris died than sh e " That you will find it a har d thing to prove Carner repl ied, coolly "It's easier to surmise a t hing tlfan to prove it. I can prove that I found the girl in a s uspi c iously murde rous posi tion, with a bloo dy knife in h e r grasp, and that is all-suffi c i ent in the eyes of the law. When I succeed in capturing her, the law "Vill take her." "\lVhatl what is this-bave you not found her yet? the moth e r demanded, excitedly "Ye;;-on but she has give n me ; the slip b o>.h times," tbe scoundrel declared composedly I found h e r at firot, fulfilling _an in a Leadville theater as Virgie V erner, ':"he r e h e r musical tog atbe1 w1tb those of the negro, had se c ured h e r a situation. me, however, b efore I b a d ferreted. h e r ou t and fl.eel. I was soon upon h e r trail, how e v e r and f o llowed her here to this beautiful bnrg. She was here wh. en I came, but during last night was lr;dnapped from her room, and the darky left ht.bind, bound hand and foot." "And you were the kidnapper!" Mrs. Morris asserted. 11 Carrol Carner, for God's sake-for t h e h o p e of the. hereafter, tell me where is my child1 11 D ead I hopet" the Mormon, said, decided ly, "but even that 1 s a del usio n I know nothing m or e than I have tol d yo u I did not aeduc t lier I d o not know w h ere s h e i s." "You are lying t.o me!" Have it that way if you c h oose. I w ould it were so myself." "Why have you thus turned against her you villain, after you married h er-deceiv;J h e r and w rouged her?" "Because-we ll, for sev eral reasons. One in particular-I don t any m o re wivesi ha Ting a pretty good stock up at S alt Lake. only m arried the girl in t he fir s t place because I found lif e rathP r m on oto n o us in California. S ec ondly1 I ind tbat with your d e mise and her delnise, tnere are no more immediate heirs extant, and I would com e in and inh erit the last third of your property, and h e r r ecent inhe r itance too. Consequently, yo11 see it is on l y natural that the law s hould d ea l prom p t ly-with h er, whil e as for you-oh, well. it wo u ldn' t puzzle on e muc h to get rid of yon I" Exasperating in the extre m e was the man's composur e and sang froid a s he s poke; it but gave evide nc e of his d epravity It i s as I supp o sed," s h e said risin g "You are di s po sed to win your li t tl e game n o Uia.tter what the nsk. Y o u will find, b owe v e r, that a mother's l ovt> for h e r c hild i s an insurmountabl e barrie r to battle witi.t." "Hal ha! the n y o u will show your teeth, eh1 he said, with a light laug h "Ayl and you sh a ll f ee l their bite if yo11 furthe r attempt to harm on e hair of her head who i s dearer to m e than life." Then s h e swept haughtily from the room. "Humph! matters are g etting a little more busin esslike," the M ormon muttered. 11 If 1 mi stake not I couldn't have chosen a b etter locai tion to terminate the business." Back from the plateau which 1'.'ad heen tl.s scene of the strange compa c t aetwee n RAd H atchet and Old S cave ng er, stocd a goodly sized, log cabin, surrounded by a fringe of pme trees whose foliag e rear.bed to the ground So admirably arrang ed was this natural screen, it was onl y on clo se approach that the cabin cottld b e seen About the same h our that Carrol Carne r and Mrs. Morris w ere h olding an interview, a s c Pne was o ccurring in"the m o unt.a.in cabin, whic h ha& a hearirn tupou our romance. R ed sat befor e a fire on the hearth eng-aged in s m oking hi s pipe whil e b e watched the H a m es loop upwa .rd, ann at the same time listen e d to the words of Old who sto o d t o oHe side l eaning upon a rude s taff. Doe<; Rer Hatchet not r e m e m be r what he promised? tb e dwarf d e manded angrilv a mad fire burning in hi s terribl e e yes Have ye for gottAn that ye gave her t.o m e?' Red Hatche t gave no t bis child t.o the Dwarf D e vil to butcher!" t h e chief r e plied, in a stern t o n e ; "not till Scavenge r ha s compl eted the destru c tion of the pale-fac es town, shall he lay hand upon S i ska, and the n it shall not be to harm her. Siska has b ec ome the wife of Devil-Dwarf, bu he must not harm he r." B ab I I want no t a wife-I want vengeanc e!" the Avenge r r eplied, with a wiM laugh T o-day has passed w i t hout my add ing a death notch to the r ecord. Every time I fail to secure a victim, I will cut off a finge r

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Deadw D i ck' Doom. or too, so that they'll not have it to say I failed to have vengPance. Siska shall f urnish me that tror Y"" No! noi" Red Hatchet gaspeJ-" yon shall not do this, I will not it." 'I'hllll d oes not R e d Hatchet respect the vow he sealed wi ch a draught of ulood, that Si> k a should belong to me, to do with as I pleas e d? If he does not, I will kill him, and the n t'lrture the girl!" the maniac hissed ven oi>10u;ly. 1 will not be cheated of veu" The old chiE>f bowed his head in his hands, for a few momants. Then be said : Red Hatehet is chief of a great tribe, and his word is good, whenever he gives it. The Devil-Dwarf sllall have one of the fingers of Siska." He aro e and hobbled to the door of the eabin, which stood open, and taking a whistle from his pocket, lJlew a shrill blast upon it. A mom ent later Siska came bounding merrily through the trees into the cabin, her dusky face flushed, from her mountain ramble. She g:ew pale as she sa,w the Dwarf, and turned to her father. ''What is it Red Hatchet wantsl" she asked, laying a hand upon his arm. The chief gazed at her a moment irresolutely, then his face hardened, as h e led h e r to a seat. ''Siska is a brave girl. Does she remember who it wqs th!lt drove h e r people from Sequoy, and kill ed her brothers and mother?" "'1.'he pale-faces, father, who have ever been the ene mies o f the red race. But, why does Red Hatchet ask1 " Does Siska remember being told that Scav enger, the Dwarf, had eonsented to fight the pal&-fa ces for Red Hatchet, and that Siska was to be hM Did not Siska consent to this'!'' [ consented, because I knew it was Red Hatchet's wish." "True. Red Hatchet promised .vou to Scav enger, and n ow he asks for one of Siska's fingers because he has not hew successful in killing a pale face. What bas Siska to sayl Will she refuse the sacrifice, or will she fulfill Red Hatchet's word of honor to the Dwarf I" A horrified shudctar traversed the India n girl's frame, as she listened, and fixed her gaze the hor1ible hairy visage of the Avenger. Can R ed Hatchet ask Siska to do tbisl" she demanded, turning her reproachful eyes upon his stern unpitying face. ''It p::tins R e d Hatchet to ask for this sacri fice, and yet Siska knows that be has always kept bis promi ses a g good as the gold in these mountains. And, then, the Devil-Dwarf is carrying out the vengeance upo n the pale-faces, which Red Hatchet's old age will not allow him t.o do." And if you refuse, I'll kill your father and torture you, afterward," Scavenger said, with a diabolical grin. "Ohl father, I cannot I" Siska cried, covering her eyes with her hands to shut out sight of the crazy cut-throat. I'd rather you would take your tomahawk, and kill me, yourself I" "Wanghl Siska is but a squaw, now-not like her brave self. Lay one fing e r upan the table in scorn, as becomes a fearless Indian girl, and tell yonder bloodthirsty pale-face devil to cut it off. Red Hatchet bas spoken!" And this time the tones of the old warrior were proud and filled with stern rebuke. Fired by his coldness, Siska advanced to a rude table near by, and laying her left fore fing e r upon the board, she turned fiercely to Scavenger, her eyes flashing fir e, and said: "There! monster, take your c
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.. Deadwood Dick's Doom; With this parting inj unction, the man of mys ter y t u ooed, and strode from the cabin, out into the early gloaming of the night. Calamity Jane had overheard the conver sation between Mrs. Mrn,.is and Carrol Car ner, for it so cbanced that her room ad joined that of the Mormon SC'hemer, and there being only a thin board partition, every word that had been spoken came distinctly to her. I will with this woman against the Mormon villaio," she said, "and I allow he'll find his hands full S h e went down-stairs into the bar-room, to see if the C alifornia lady was there, but found that she was n o t. There was a big crowd of the miners and roughs present, however, among whom was Piute Dave, and the bullwhacker potit Shakespeare The latte r bad evidently been indulging in a number of" bootlegs," for he was cater mg to the tastes of tbe crowd by some very qu'ler antics in the terpsichorean line. "Dance?" he roared, with an extra shutfte; "why, galoots, nevyer see'd yer uncle wiggle his number thirteen. I'm a reg'lar old ballet, when I g e t a goin'1 on single bizness, an' wbeu ye guv me a feminme gal o' good luks, why, old Chesterfi eld was nowhar wi' his ideers o' exquisut Jes t ter show ye, f e r ins tances, my f est ive royal old kids, hyar'>S tiler Calam from Calamityville ; she won't mind tryin' a mazzur-key wi' me, I know." And he waltzed toward where Calamity had paused, bent on forcing her into a dance with him: But, just before he r eached her, his eyes became glued upo n a little instrument she held in her grasp, whic h mildly trouble, did h e advance So he halted. "Why don't you come on?'' Calamity a > ked, dryly. "Surely you are not afraid of such a little tool as this?" great Jerusalem, you'd let me have, ri-?ht iu the buzzom-I see'd et in yer eye." 'Well, I allow you're a purty fair guesser for I shall shoot you, k e rslap, if yoir lay one o\ yer greasy paws on met" "But you'd git yanked fer that." "Not v:-h ile I kin handle a 'six '!" "Then ye calkylate you're a shootist, do ye, right from Shootin'ville?" I do, that same. I presume I am mo s t gene rally able to look out for number one." "But r,e can't shoot-no siree, bobtail hossl Thar ain t no mortal thet kin shoot, compared wi' yer uncle ther playful poet o' ther plains. Why, w'u'd you believe etJ gal, I'm tber furst patentee o' revolvyers, am 1, an' .[ kin outshoot ary pilgrim from Carver, down lO the days o' Davy Crockett." I'll bet ye can't," Calamity retorted. She saw that to gain the arlmiration and respect of these rude men she must surprise them by some extraordinary proceedingi..!.nd there is no accomplishment that tickles a western man so much .1!.5 an exhibition o! perfect marksmanship. In this Calamity was not to be despised, for she had handled weapons too many years not to be well acquainted with their'use. I'll bet you can't knock the neck olf a bottle, thirty yards off." "Oh! Danyel in the lior.s' den! what n ess. Why, gal, "For shutin' cluss I'm notedI'm tber 'ristocratic, bloatedT her purty sugar-coa te d Pop-gun pull e r o th e r West. "Why1 I kin t o ss a likker glass inter ther air1 an' plunk a hoel through the bottom afore ei; cums down." "You can't do it," Calamity dec l ared! J>ulling out h'!r purse, "and I'll bet just a go d eagle ag'in' it. The n, I'll turn around and bet that if you can do thet, I can take a revolver and put the bullet down the tube o' a narrow necked bottle, while it is in tbe air." A cheer of enthusiasm came from -the crowd at this assertion of the Girl Sport, wbile the poet looked rather nonpl used, as he surveyed his op ponPnt "Well, dog my cats, ef ye kin do thet thar's a heap more narve in ye the n ye Juk fer. I'll jest bet ye a squar' fifty gold-bar tbe t ye km't do not Inn' o the kind." "Taken1 first dose. Put up yer collateral. Poke r Jacll: will bold the stakes." The bullwbackei:,o-was in earnest, and put up his "three ouncer" in Jack's hands, forthwith, while Calamity handed him five eagles, and the bet was made. "Now then go ahead and prove yer brag," Shakespeare cried with a ip-in, "an' when I git yer fifty, c uss my golden slippers ef I don't troot ther boyees ter tbe r b es t ther house affords! Ohl I'm a lib eral cuss ''So I p e rceive, and when you win a wage1 on my shootin', you'll need to bet tho other way!" Calamity laughed. "Yo u pilgrims git to either side now, o.nd leave the cPnter of the room clear for its whole length, so that nobody shall git burt--it 'll'ould be a great pity to harm so respectable an a ssemblage. I could JJever forgive myself were I to kill half a dozen of you. Now, then, JOU bullwhacker, procure an empty bottle, and stand half-way down the room, to the rigbt side, and when I give the word, toss the bottle up into the air, the neck toward me. I will take my position at the uppe r end of the room here, and if.you toss the bottle as I order, I'll to put a bullet down the neck so that it will come out the bottom. Get ready now!" Her orders were promptly obeyed. The crowd moved to one side, and she and Shake speare took their respective positi o ns. Gentlemen, you want ter peel yer eyes now," the bullwbacker said, fe eling considera ble uneasiness as to the result of bis wager. 'A gal o' starling qualities this gal Ca.lam, may be, but et won't do nary harm ter watch her very clo!l
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Be&dwood Dicks Doom. 19 The host of the Poker Houso assented, and ac-demanded, turning fiercely upon him, for from cording to direction s, effect ually blindfolded the his voice she knew he was the same man who left eye of the eccenti;c girl dare devil. was dealing so villainously with Mrs. Morri&. "Now, then-one--two-three!" she cried "I have this to say," be replied, with a tri-cocking and raising her r evolve r before she bad umphant smile-" that while all other eyes were uttered "three." turned upon the bottle, mine were upon you, The instant she uttered the momentous word, and I saw you fire two revolve rs, instead of one;, the bullwhacker tossed a long-necked bottle into one was leveled at the dead man here, the other the air, as directed, with a kit yil" The next at the bottle, and both exploded simultaneously, instant there was a loud report-a smashing of making one report." glass-a yell of human pain. ''My God! what a lie I'' Calamity Jane gasped; Down to the floor fell the b ottle with the bot-then-" Back! back, you devils--" as the crowd tom knocked out; down to the floor fell Piute rushed at h e r and she open"i rapid fire upon Dave, grasping at his side, from which a stream them with two r evo lvers, resolved to sell her life of blood was oozing. dyeing the floor. and liberty dearly. Calamity bad won h e r wager! But they were a hundred to one-what could And Piute Dave bad lost bis life. be the result1 Had one bullet done it am They had secured her in the hard, unyielding That was a question unanswerable by any grasp of a dozen pairs of hands, in almost a mopresent, as all eyes had been riveted upon the ment, but not until her unerring aim had sent bottle a 5 it whirled through the air. four strong men upon their backs, and several It bad all occurred in an instant, and brought others wounded. toeveryone-evenCalamity, who heard "Out with her! String h e r up!" roared the the fall. Bullwhacker Poet, who bad been one of those to "I am killed-the cursed girl in bref'cbes did sustain a scratch in the face. itl" Piute Dave gasped! blood spurting from bis "Yes give the murderous hussy a rope I" cried mouth, as h e spoke. Kill her, some one-cut Carrol Carner; "she deserved it long ago I" her heart out!" "Hold I Pl).use before you do thls outrage I" "Back!"' Calamity cried, tearing the handker-a d eep, stern voice cried, and there entered the ..:h:ief from before her P.yes, and leveling her rer com the same strange, black-bearded stranger cocked weapon at the crowd. "This is a li e I I whom we have knoVl'"D as the Unknown. did not shoot that man. Look at 1iie bottle-He bad no weapons in band to stay the mob there is a bole through itl You will at once see that had Calamity Jane in their power; it was that If,ould not have done both jobs with one the commanding tone of voice, and his dark, bullet. forbidding appearance that caused the rude "You lie-you lie! Piute Dave yelled, raising crowd to pause and await an explantion of his frantically upon bis elbow, and to advent. draw his revolver, but the exertion was more "Stop!" be r epeated "This girl belongs to than be was capable of, and be drnpped back me to kill. I have a mortgage upon the life you upon tbe floor--
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80 Des.dwood Dick' Doom. door1 high. Then pace oil' twenty steps, and .l6aQ off,'' the stranger commanded. Shakespeare followed the instruotions promptly, and the n, armed with his allowance of. knive s, took his pos iti o n lt was now to hp a test of skill for tbe life of Ua'.!l.mity Jane who was still held a prison er. "No r need you," the Unknown replied grimly, lor e ven i f the girl e scapes your v engeance she i s n o t through with m e I fancy. Hal ha! no!" In what way have I y our enmity? Calamity r ep li ed more surpris ed t ba n e v e r for sh e had be li e v ed sh e woul d g ain h e r liberty at the hands o f the strange d ark indi vidual whose CHAPrER IX. voi ce was lik e the sull e n gro wl of thunde r. THE UNKNOWN WINS-AND LOSES. "Tha t remain s to b e told," h e r eplie d. "Suf fr was t b e Bl a c k Unkno wn who gave the fle e to say tha t I h old a m ortg age y our word' go, anr! the bullwha ck e r hurled his knife life, whi c h I s h a ll foreclo se. lf I do n twin, you directly toward c h a lk mark upon the door. are still the pris on e r o f tlilese g ents you see Hurle d it w e ll, too, f o r it struck within a around you Go a head t sir bullwhack er-you coupl e of inc h es of the hastily-prepared bull's-have y e t two kni ve s to tnrow l ey e "An' hyar tbe y go J es t feast y e r eye s on A cbe3r w ent up from the crowd who had the r Sha k espearean wind-up o' this e x citing hitherto had n o p artic ul a r amount of fattb in dramyer the bull whacker's aim, and it tickled the poet Whiz! away sped the fif t h knife from the hugely, for h e e x ecute d a groresque breakdown poet' s hand, and buried its k ee n point d ee p in the in ce leb r a tion s of bis fir s t goo d throw. d oo r a half a foot from the bull 's eye Ho I h o who sayetb tbe t ther great Peru" Bah I tbe t don't look as if y o u w e r e going to vian Poet ain' t on his muscle ? be roared, wit h win!" Carro l Carne r growled. "Y<'u ll l ose the a broad grin. Did ye see how purty tbe t nogirl, y o u fool, and cheat us out o f our v e n ble bl a d e w ent quivering c luss ter the eye of the geancel" bum Thi s time I'll put out the bovine s s i ght "Ef h e l o ses her, et' s bis l oose pilgrim I" one entirely, you bet!" of the miner::; said, "an' ef Black Beard wins h e r But h e didn't. fair, h e shall h e v h e r 'ca'se we're square, we The knife w ent further from the aire--eh! ain't that so, boys ? than the first one. The men of Death Notch gave a nod of as"Ker.whoop! I got nervous thet time, an' put sent. ou too much elbow," he cried, a little chagrine d. Carrol Carner rose up. He had hoped to find "Knife-throwin' is about as uncertain a s life, I no mutiny among the men so that Calamity tell ye. A fellar, can't tell when h e' s g o in' tar would n o t be given to-the unknown, an) make a miss-go!" circumstances The next throw was more successful, for the Whiz! Shakespeare 's last knife hurtled knife went quivering into the ceuter of the through the ail', lj.nd entered the bull's eve precisel y. m aking jus t half of it's allotted number which "Thar! feast y e r eyes on that,. will y e an' had entered the circl e tremble in yer boot s !" the bull wh acke r s h o u ted "Very good, indeed," the Unknown said, turning to the Unknown. "Oh, !'tn a c olt, I "but I think I can put the whol e six i n .the ciram!-l'm a snortin', cavortin' war-boss, right cl e Pull out your knives and I will try, at from tber histrioni c battle-field o' Waterloo l east." where water was first invented. H e r e g oes Shakespeare obeyed, not nearly so well-pleased ag'ln fer anotbe r as h e might h a v e been. And, sure enougb1 he did s ucceed in putting "I orter 'a' put 'em all hum, myself" he said the blade-point of his fourth knife in the circle "but every time I'd git jist ready to let fiy, som;, close beside its predec e ssor consarned line o' poetry would pop inter ml nod Another round of applause came from the die, an' discombobberate my aim. Hyar s ont'I frie nds of the bull whacker. that popped in jus t as I heaved the last knife: "I gue ss t h a t surprise s our black-bearded Mary had a littl e lamb; friend!" Carro l C arner ejaculated, sarcastic -At h e r e t u ster kick, ally. She pull e d the woo l all oil' its back "Not n early so much as an early death will An' made a f e ather tick.'" you, sir?" the Unknown retorted. "In-"We ll please don't give us any more of the d ee d, I am ple ase d to see your man exhibit so same styie, or it may injure my aim a l s o," the much s kill in the u se of the knife, and presume Unknown added, satirically, a s h e eq uipped him he will win. s elf wi t h his knives pre p arato r y t o the test. "You may hope so for your own good vou "Watch me now, to see tha t I do i t fairly." Mormon d e vil!" Cal amity cried turnini-he r He tbPn burled one of the b o wi e s toward the eyes upon the Salt ruffian "for door. Thud I it entered the circ l e exactly in tbe if I get free, you can bet I'll make mince nieat of c e nter. tbe bl a d e passin g throug h t h e door up to you." tbe hilt, illustr a ting, strikingly, with what force This, too, elicited quite a cheer for the Mor-tbe had h?.f'n thrown. mon was no favorite among the roughs, tlespite "Pull that knife out; I want to put anot h e r in h1s effort to himself in their confi-the same place,'' h e s a id, wi t h a fa.in t sm il e denoe. It was don e and b e was g ood as hi s w ordthe audience was getting very I he hurled another knife into thP sam e s pot. enuhus1astic. On e aft. e r a n otbe r pnl!Pd out. And one "I have no fear of serious consequences I after anothe r h e bnried in t'ie sam e h o !". until Ca.mer responded with provoKing composure. he had not on} exhausted his own hulf d o zen

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Deadwood Dick's Doom. 21 b n t had also buried the poet's kniveR there, too, I witllout making a m.iscalculation in bis aim! When he he .d fini shed he turned to the specta tors. with a bit of triumph gleaming in bis eyes "Have I won, gentlemen?" h e demanded, with aemile. The c h ee r that fo!lowed spoke b etter than words of their decision. "On course you've gone an' won, an' I be dratted ef ye didn't do e t fair an' squar', an' ; her gal is yourn, d eclaretb I, William Henry l:lhakespeare, mayor o' this hyar town o' Death Notch. Give u s yer 'and, you galoot!-ye r 'and, guv'uor. your 'and, ter squeeze j es t fer good luck!" "No, I thank you! I do not care to shake the hand of a greater rogu e than myself, the Unknow n r ep li e d, dryly. 'fhen be turned to Calamity: "Girl, I have won you fairly, and now you are doubly mine. But I do not want you just yet, and so will give you your liberty for a few days, well knowing that you will not dare to run away. Gents give her her liberty, and see that she is offered no molestation until I get ready to claim m y revenge. H a! hat it shall be sweet revenge-the revenge of years' maturing!" Then, with a grim laugh, the dark stranger wrappl'd bis cloak c loser about him, and stalked from the tavern. One or two o f the miners went to the d oo r after him, and saw him stride swiftly away up one of the gloomy g ulche s which centered into the basin lik e the spokl's of a wh ee l to the hub. Calamity was then released, but Carne r had t -ake n the precaution to escape to his room to save trouble Just outside of the basin, in the moonlight that streamed. into the gulch, the Unknown came unex pectedly upon a woman who was lleated upon a fallen tree, and engaged in a good old-fashionE'd cry. Tb e n ew-fashioned cry of to-day is a combina tion of sighs and sn uffles; co n seq u ently it occur red to t h e Unknown tha t this woman's hearty out-and-out cry might safely be pronounced. old fa shio n ed. He wa s co n s id erably s urprised at his dis cove-.nd he sitated about disturbing h er. But, ,-,,solved to learn her trouble, he finally stepped forward and touched her upon the shoulder. ExcuRe ml), madam, but i s your trouble of a nature that needs assistance from a strong and willin g hand of one whose whole life has been one of trouble?" Mrs. M orris-for it was she-looked up with a start. "Who are you sir?" she demanded in alarm, for his dark and forl:lidcling appearance did not favorably impress her. "One who is a gentleman, and a friend to the oppressed, ma'am, e'en tho' dark aspect. Coming accidentally upon you, anri ncting your evident grief, I was prompted to aslr !f a strong hand could be of a."Sistance in alleviating the trouble. No offense, I trust?'' "Not necessarily, if you are sincere in what I you say," Mrs. M)rris repliedi a little more as sured I am in deep troub " and fear I can obtain n o r flicf I have lost my only daughter, and cannot find her. I tracked her to this bad1 wicked town t>f Death Notch, but only to fiua that she bad suddenly
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Deadwood Dick's Doom.. bis banjo in bis bands, as if preparatory to play he was stone dead! "By Heaven! there's bad work here!" the Unknown cried, bounding forward into the hut. He came out, an instant later, but unaccom panied. "Your daughter is gone, madam I" he said. Some human demon has been here and killed the darky, and carried her ofl', as she is not in t he hut. I believe the cursed crazy Dwarf is the a uthor of this outrage I" CHAPTER X A THWARTED DESIGN. Poon Mrs Morris again burst into tears on learning her daughter'3 fate from the Unknown's lips . "Ohl what shall I do-what can I d0 toward rescuing my po o r child!" she cried, nearly frantic with her loss. You can do literally nothing, my dear madam, at present," the Unknown answered. "It will a strong, shrewd man to )?ick the cuiprit s trail and discover his hidingplace "But, it may not have been it!.is :\)warf you SPeak of, who has done this tiJrrible work. Jilight not Carrol Carner have discovered this p l ace, and carried oil' poor Myrtle, after killing Nick!" "I judge not. Come! I will show you the way back to the town." "What! not without my making an attempt t.o discover my poor lost child 1" "Humph! you'd have poor success, as I be for e intimated. The best thing for you is to returil to town and get accommodations at the tavern. All that can be done toward finding and rescuing your daughter I will attend to in person, with as much interest as tho.ugh she were my own child." ,....... .. Obi thank you, sir, thank you! You are a good and noble man!" The Unknown laughed, darkly. "Far from that, I am afraid,'' be said wfth a grim smile. Still I am 11ot so bad a man as I might be, you see. Come! let us go." They accordinii;ly left thE' solitary camp and walked back t-0 Death Notch, through the moon light. The Unknown accompanied Mrs Morris nearly to the tavern and then took leave of her, promising that he would devote his earnest efl'orts to the recovery of her daughter. Mrs. Morris then returned to the hotel, and to her room, which she had engaged earlier in the evening It was a severe blow, this second disappearance of Myrtle, to the poor mother, whose expectancy had been so wrought up by the words of the Unknown, concerning 'her safety. The following day was a gloomy one. The sky was black with omino u s banks of clouds, and a steady unceasing rain poured down, from early dawn till dark. Yet within the cabin of the old chief, Red Hatchet, a cheery fire burned upon the hearth, aml_ the c hief and his dau ght.er sat before it, tbe former seeking solace from bis pipe, and the latter engaged on SOllle fancy bead-work . It is a wild day," the chief grunted g l oom. ily; "such a day it was that Red Hatchet was driven from his town, and all his braves The causes the blood to boil m Red Hatchet's vems, and his spirit thirsts for revenge the pal e-face usurpers, more than ever b e fore!" "Then why does not Red Hatchet go forward and claim bis property? Was it not deeded to him by the Government, in exchange for J.and11 in the Colorado valley, which tbe Government wanted, because of their golden valu.i!" "True! who speaks?" and the dd warrior turned about in surprise, for it was not Siska who had spoken. A young Indian, in full paint and regalia of a. war-chief, stood upon the threshold-a strong, stalwart brave of straight build, and great mus cular.beauty, but whose every feature and styl e of dress proclaimed him to be of a differen t race of red-men than Red Hatchet, who was of a. tribe fast becoming extinct-the Pawnees. The stranger was further from the south and bis features Indicated him to be an Apache. "Who is the brave whose face is covered with war-paint!" Red Hatchet repeated, rising to his feet. Dancing P l ume is no common brave but a. great chief of the Apache nation," was the haughty reply "He comS from the arid lands of Arizona into the north, with his band of braves, to seek a home in the laud of game and gold, and also a wife for bis wigwam. He bears of the wrongs that the pale-faces h!t.ve in flicted upon Red Hatchet, and comes to ofl'er consolation "The Apache and the Pawnees bave ever been enemies; why does Dancing Plume then come and seek couciliation with Red Hat.cbetl" Because Red Hatchet is alone and unprotec ted; because his spirit cries for revenge upon the pale-face usurpers of his rigbts;and Dancing Plume can avenge the Pawnee's wrongs. His warriors are all young, brave and strong; they would call it but a play-spell, to clear away the pale-faces." "Your words sound well, but :rl.ed Hatchet is not blinrl. Tbe Apache bad an object in thus comine; to the aid of a foe of his race. " Which Dancing Plume does not deny. Red Hatchet has a pretty daughter, whose bettuty and goodness, is known widely. Dancing Plume needs a princess for his wigwam Red Hatchet is getting o l d and needs some one to bunt bis game. Dancing Plume would take tbe Pawnee maiden as bis wife, win back the town of Se cjuoy, and with RedHatchetdweiltberreinpeace and prosperity." Red Hatche t was few moments; then he turned to Siska. "What does my child say to the proposition of the Apache chief'!'' he asked, his eyes gleam ing at the satisfaction afforded him by the younger chief's prospectus Siska has notbinr: to saei" It was Red Hatchet who gave her t-0 the Dwarf; it is for him to say w hetber hA will break his treaty witb the Dwarf, and give Siska. to Dauctng Plume," w a s the repl y.

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Deadwood Dick's Doom. 23. "Ah! then unothcr claims the Pawnee maid-tender with a. grateful sigh, at the same time en the A]Jathe said. planking a ten-peak!" "Take tber saw-buck, pard-take et freely "Red H a t c het agrees, but Dancing Plume fer I should h e v given yer a twenty ef thar bed must settle the difl'er Pnce with his rival I" only been j es t one good hornets' :aest in et." "W agb Dancing Plume courts battle I W by Then, wiping his mouth, he turne d gravely to should b e fear a paleface dog. when from boy-survey the crowd which the pouring rain bad hood he bas led at the b ea d of bis tribe! The driven into the hous e tomahawk shall be dug up; Dancing Plume will It was a motley ass(mblage of rough-shod hugo for his braves, and ere another sunrise aft.er manity, evil, sinister, and not pleasant to con the morrow, the war-whoop of the Apache shall template. echo throug h these valleys 8J1n. mountains. For several moments he surveved them, as it Dancing. Plume bas said it, and he never lies I" making an inventory of their different natures j Then, kissing his hand to Siska, he turned and then he mounted a table, cleared his throat, ana left the cabin, with a firm, stat.ely stride. struck an attitude, as if about to d elive r a stump A bad outlook was there for the town of oration. Death Notch-a worse fate was promised tLose "Gents-pilgrims-galoots in general I want who had driven the Pawnees from their village, t e r ask ye, do I luk like a cuss who would tell a which an unscrupulous Indian agent bad illegallie1" he hegan, in oratorical tones. "Do I luk ary l y assigned to them I a bit less than a second George Washington 1" ---A silence among the crowa was his answer. CaJTol Carner prided himself on being a vil-They had not yet got an inkling of wh.at be w a s 19in, and be had often said it, that tbe man who driving at, and !?referred to keep mum. could conceive more efficient and novel schemes "Brethren,'' tne brick-bearded bullwhacker of rascality than h e was hard to find. continued, after a pause "et doeth me dolorous The foll owing day-the Eame tha t witness'ed to not.e the t ye hev yet r ece ived no inspiration Dancing Plume's visit to Red Hatchet-in the from the hones t reflection of my countenance. bight of the storm, the Mormon left foe town, But sech is fate. Bear et in mind ever hence, carrying with him in a bundle a few articles beauties benign, th1:t a man who kin juggle which he calculated he would need. down a quarto' Death Notch petroleum wi'ou t No one paid any attention to his departure ary a bumbl ebee in et, is an honest man. More e:xcept Calamity Jane, and she conc l uded that over, f e ller-citiz e ns, never l oo k adversely upon he had decided to quit the p lace before any one o' yer sex Lecau se he is ban'sum'. Et a.ire a trou ble occurred. phenomena pecooliartew the male race o' whites. About the middle of the afternoon a I was once jest as humbly as ary galoot present, rode into the settlement, through the pourmg but alas! I've bed trouble, b'yees-dire tro ub l e, rain, on the back of a scrawny l ooking mul e and my benign and saintly r esignation ter ther and dismounting in front of the Poker House inevitable h es added luster and glorious angelic entered the bar-roo m beauty to my phys iognomy, d espite alldforts of He was a medium sized man with bushy red mine to tho contrary. But I'm no saint, pil-beard and hair, and decidedly seedy-looking. grims; not a golden ha'r ner ther sprout u v a He'd not recently vi sited a c lothier, evidently, wing is thar about me. No sir-eel I'm a warfor hi s low e r limbs were clad in dirty, patched rior. I am-o n ther war-path, y earnin' fer gore! overalls, thrust into tbe tops of a stogy pair of She ll I tellyou why, my disciples! Ayl I will, boots. '!'be trowsers were in turn met by fl tho et shall wring t Pars from this heart o' mine greasy red shirt, open at the throat, with acas large as waterme lons. companiment of a bC'ltful of revolvers a t the "Ter begin wi', picteryerself a pleasant home waist, and a s lou c h hat crammed down onto of e well-ter-do merchant-who never took ove r the head, until it almost hid from view the seven drinks a day-in which a wife and a eyes. sunny-haired child .. Ther devil comes inter t b e t And dripping with the rain through which he hou se in ther figger of a m a n. His oily tongu e had co P, this sandy-comp lexioned gent walked I t empts tber vdfe; s h e attempts ter flee with her into the bar-room and up to the bar, and gasped tempter, but her child c lings ter h e r skirts a n out "whisky,'' in a wheezy tone, as if h e bad begs h P r not ter go. In a passion the woman not lubricated his internal machiilery very resmites h e r own flesh an' blood to the floor, and ccntly. fiies with tber d evi l The child is found by ther Nor did hE> begin to stop at a mere g lass for no fond father, in a dyin!?, coudishun, an' with her socner bad Poker Jack set the bottle upon the departin' breath, arsforvengeance. Years counter, than he grabbed it up and allowed the pass, but at last 1t draweth near. P a rds, hyar rontents to gurgle down his throat! before ye stands thet merchant; do ye wonde r When h e bad draine d it to the last drop, be be yearns fer bug-juice ter satiate his thirst fe r returned t h e empty bottle to the astonished barrevenger'

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Deadwood Dick'}! Doom. "Go'r a'mi@ty, no!" declared Shakespeare. B 'ilin' full cl'ar t.er my larynx would I be, ef I'll been thru sach trouble." "On course ye would, an' ef I war t.er assert t.er ve thet, after years of search I've trailed my faithless wife hyar t.er this very house, you'd all be willin' t.er l end a h e lpin' hand t.er boost her up t.er a limb o' ther furst convenient tree, wouldn' ti-ye!" "Ef evyer fabled monster Did perch upon e r roost-Then tber v e ry pilgrims W'at'll l eud our hands-to boost!" quoth the poet, with a caper. "Forlordy'ssake, man, ef thar's ary show fer a. neck-tie party, issue yer invitations to u s ter oncet." "Then know thet til e r murderess is in this hyar hou se, in the g uis9 of a MrB. Morris, an' I her desarted hu sband seek reveao-e," the stran ger cried, fie rcely. "Hurrah! leVs give her the rooe wi'out parley." 1 Don't!" a voice c ri ed, 0 don't dare to disturb that innocent woman. See! this man is an im postor!" and while speaking, Calamity Jan a bounded forward from the hall where s h e bad been li stening, and tore a false beard from the "honest" man's face. And there, exposed to the gaze of those he bad cleverly deceived stood Carro} ?arner, the Mormon! CHAPTER XI. THE POET PLOTS. FOR a moment after bis strange unmasking, Carrel Carner stood confront ing the G'irl Sport, almost speechless with rage; then h e drew a knife and rushed fiercely at her, but stoppad when he perceived that she h eld a cocked'' SIX" in hand. "Slack up yer lok ermotive ef ye please!'' she ordered. pere mptorily, "or I shall perforate you. Don't '3pect I see'd you leave the tavern, did ye, and that I tumbled tar yer l eet l e gama the minute I see'd you!" "Everlasting curses seize you!" tbe bafHed schemer hissed. If you put up that pistol I'll kill you!" "It would be rather 'kind of me to give you that advantage, but I can't hardly see tiler (><>inti" Calamity returne d, drily. And, l al low theti fer yer own p e rsonal soin g, concluded that the girl, Virgie Verner -or more correctly Myrtle Morris-was of more pecunfary value than ordinary g irls, for the rea son that sha was wanted by two parties-first by Carrol Carner, who had offered five hundred dollars. i;eward for her, and seco ndl y by Mrs. Morris. How much co uld be extorted from hffi. the bn ll whacker had no idea, but he bad con ce ived the notion that she would be glad to pay still more handsomely. In the second place, he bad formed another idea that he co uld find tbe gi rl. He bad twice gotten a glimpse of Old Scavenger, the Mad Dwarf-he had seen the t.er ribl e face of the Avenger at the tavern window the night of Piut.e D ave's death, and knew the Dwarf had been the one who had fired the fatal bullet simultaneous with the report of Calamity Jane's weapon. Something argued to him that Virgie was in Scavenger's power. Thus conc ludin g the poet formed a det.ermi nation to obtain possession of tbe girl himself, if possible, and surrender her to the one who would pav the most for her. On the day following, which was a pleasant, sunny one, he l ef t the town, and spent hi s time in the mountains and forests that surrounded Death Notch on everv hand. His object in this was to obtain a glimpse of the Dwarf. One g limpse was all he wanted-he co uld then strike the maniac's trail and follow it, no matte r where it led-for not many years before the bull whacker bad been a scou t upon the plains, and bad acquired great skill in and following i;rails "But I protest! Gentle1J1en, I aopeal to you for protection I" the .scoundre l cried, turning to the r o u gh-shod audience he bad been ad dressin!!;. "WiU you see me thus bulldozed by tbis7oung tigress in breeches ? allow hev ter fight yer own battle, pilgrim," l)OOtical Shakespeare asserted, with a broad grin. "Ye war superfine at pullin' sheepskm ov e r our eyes, an' we .opinA ye'll hev ter res t on ye1' own oars-you bet! Ef tbe gal sez git, I allow thet is about the healthiest tbing you kin do." u Ter solve this hyar enigma Mu.::t his contig1 me, Then may Satan all unrig me An' b'arn an' wiMcats m e "Yes, you bet, and you'll need to be expe di tious in order to get out of range of my pop-gun Ef I do not find tb e r pigmyt" he s aid, smiting his brow. It was w e ll alon11; in the day ere he caught i.. glimpse of Old Scavenger, descending a moun tain path. The Dwarf had a haunch of a r& cently killed deer upon his shoulder and 'Wll.f evidently making for his camp.

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Deadwood Dick's Doom. 15 N o llElfJller did he spy him than the poet secreted hilllll0lf hastily in a clump of chaparral, and waited to learn which cou r se the maniac would take aft.er reaching the gul c h 4 Ohl now l,ve struck a lead; His trail I'll quickly read; I'll n ext tbing git him treed, Au' l'raltz ofl' wi' ther gal-indeed!'' was the poeti<;al thought of the nullwhacker. Scavenger continued to descend the rugged path, until be r eac h ed the gulch bottom, when he paused and glared around him, ab .if to assure himself that no one was in the vicinity. His eyes gleamed with a wild, unnatural fire, and altogether h e was a horrible object to see. That he was utterly insane no oe co uld doubt, who beheld him. After a moment's survey of hi s s urroundings, he turned and strode up the western course of the gulch, which led into the heart of the wooded mountains. Allowing him to get fairly out of sight, the bullwhacker then emerged from concealment, and took up the trail and followed it step for step. Ef I shouldn't find thor gal, I'll be madder'n ther hornet who out o' spite bit off his own ear," he soliloquize]. "I allow, however, thet I'm on ther right trail." The Dwarf led him a long walk ere the desti nation came into view, and caution required the trailer to stop. The Avenger's camp was in the gulch b ottom in a little forest glade. A rude camp-lodge of boughs had been constructed for shelter. Near this, upon a Jog, sat non e other than Virgie Ver.uer--or Myrtle Morris; the Mormon's bride and victim. She was not free howev er. A strong small chain was l ocked about h e r waist, and fastened to the strong limb of a tree over nead which s h aded the spot where she sat. From his position, which was severa l rods distant from the camp, Shakespeare could nt'lt hear anything tbat was said by either the fair prisoner or her captor, but he saw the Dwarf shake his fist at the former, as he laid down his haunc h of meat. The cussed leetle skunk is ugly ter her, I opine1 the poet grunted disapprovingly. "Won der et I hadn't better pop him over and d\lne with iM Guess, however, et would be b est ter tackle him when he's asleep, and secure him in the real flesh an' blood. Ef I war ter put 'im in a cage, I expect I could hire him out ter Barnum as a curiosity." It was getting dark, and not being particularly desirous of shedding human blood, the poet decided to p ostpone action until the Dwarf slept. In the mean time, Scavenge r built a fire, and slicinooff some meat from the haunch with his keen 'knife, spitted it upo n a sti ck, and procoo scream, as she comprehend ed bis purpose. "Ob! surely-surely you will not harm me, s ir? Only promise rae that you won't! What have I ever done that .rou should wish to kill me1" "Nothing! nothing at all! but I have sworn to kill every white hellion I could get a hold of, and I shall fulfill my 08.th. To-morrow, just at sunrise, you shall die, and there will be another JIOtch upon Red Hatchet's tally-pole, put there by me. Hal ha! hat" And he laughed like a demon incarnate, as he was. Poor Myrtle! What else could sh:, do more appropriate than indulge in a good hearty cry'l-whicb she did. It did not affect the Avenger, however for he ate ravenously of raw meat, after which be smok ed his pipe, and rolled himself up in his blanket n ear the fire, preparatory to going to sleAp. Myrtle's chain was of considerable length, so that she could enter the hut and recline upon a bed of boughs which had been provided for her. Outside the camp, the bullwhacker poet waited impatiently for the midnight hour to arrive, having decided that it would be his best time to act. It came, at last, and he stole stealthily forward, with cat-like tread, into thA glade, a cocked r evolver in bis hand r eady for use in case nec essity compe lled him to fight for his prize. He soon reached the Dwarf's side without arousing him. 'I'hen, armed with a rope be the, unsuspecting Avenger, and se cured nis b ands in almost a twinkling; tl!cn hi s feet; so that ScaYenger was utteny powerl0$S to mov e by tbe time h e had fully awakenrd to a sen s e o f what was goino;: on. Curse" on yon!" he ga s ped, st.rugii:ling to get free. "Who r>re you1-wbut cio you meanl what d'ye want?" "My namP is Willi9.m Henry ShakespeaM, ther poet o' the1 1V Pst, aJJ' philosophical protec tor of tlie wimmen's rights,'' the hullwhac:ker declared. "I'm goiu' ter bin d ye ter a tree fer wolf-fodder-then waltz off wi' yer captive!" Aud he was as good as his word. SecurciY binding the Dwarf to a tree, he then tent, bound Myrtle hand a n d foot, a n d thNw

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l b Deadwood Dick' s Doom. ing her over his should er, strode away out of the glade, followed by terrible cwses from the lips of Old Scavenger. CH.d.PTE a. XII. OLD SCA "EN GER'S S CALP. NOT Joo"' after tlae d ap aLur e of the bull whacke1, O'Id Scsw euger uad quiteexhaustedhis voeabulary of epithats, at1d rclapsad iuto a more quiet stat, e Cursa tha bull wh!l c k er," be hissed he has ro:xieJ me of my and tied me here at thd m ercy of the wild o r any passerby whn might be of to torment me. Ho! who here!" In the early m?onlight, he saw a man enter glad3 and directly toward him. Neara r h e and the Avenge r w:ts wild evest for a moment, and then shook his head, douotingly. The Indian is too skilled with the knife for the pale-face to hope to win. Therefo re-I'll skip!" And. even as he.s!XJke, h e d odged to one s ide, ana r::m for dear life. nut iu this h e had. cou nted without bi s host. His first leap bad n :it taken hir::i so far that he could miss a tarrible bl.i1v in the bac k fro m Dancing Plumt>'s kmfe-a l,Jow that promised t o weaken him bevonl9ei t'l take advantage of the in every conspi c u o u s place; and, what was opportunity thus afforded to come to a settle-m ore, they w ere tbe proclamations of two m en t. I separate parties, each hu ving a difi' e r ent subjec t Wagb I wil.at i s the little poodl e pale fa ce to unfold to the gaping assemblage that swarm doing, in this shape?" h e d emanded pausing beeel forth to read them. fore tba Avenger, and surveymg him, sternly. First and most important to the ave rage "Why is he bound to a tree?" citizen, was a poster concerning themselves, (
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Deadwood Dick's Doom. expenses ot keepin' an' tranapertation l'oggoned gud barg'ln. "Purtv as a new wax 6.gger; J eo. like a angel-but leetle bigger; Swe t es blazes-bet yer life-Chance fer pilgrims ter i;it a wife. A big attendance is desired. ll. Auctioneer." This create more or a sensation than Dancing Plume's proclamation. Calamity read it and at once communic,ated the news to Mrs. Morris. Et's yonr bo ss cbance to git back yer gal I'' she said. '.l'he one who bid3 the most gets Bnt, I can do notbing. I have but a hundred dollars with me, and it is more than probable that some ruffian would bid above that sum, to get my poor child in his power," Mrs. Morris answered, in deep distress. "Oh! dear, wbat can I do1" "Well, we'll see," Calamity said, meditatively. "Tbere's allus more tban one way out of tbe woods, ad we'll work it, somehow. I don't hap pen to be over-flush with 'bits. myself, or I might add a little to your pile. I'll go out and skinnisb, and see what I can find, for we must be prepared to bid smart, to-morrow." Sbe went down-stairs, and for a wonder found Poker Jack the only inmate of th.i bar-room. He was seated tipped back in an easy-chair, en1'!8;g in reading, but looked up with a nob bad forsaken the camp for the scene of Shakespeare's auction. Picture Rock was a high mass of rocks depns ited in the gulch, a few hundred rods h?yond the town. The sides were alm9st perpendicular, vp and down rendering it impossible to reach the top of pile except by use of a rude stone staircase which Indians of past ages had hewn I out, and th0SP. were so arranged that a person I at the top could easily def end himself from the 1 attack of a small regiment. The sides of these rocks were covered by gro tesque pictures of Indians, animals and reptiles, which l1ad been chiseled there by rude imd sav age sculptors. Upon the top of the rock two bkcks of stor:e answered the purpose of chairs, eud en tl:c.;;ethe poet and bis J;riscner were seatecl. Pcor Myitl e's face was kar-te.iued c.nd wore a sorrowrul expressio n, l1ut it lighted up and gave a cry of joy wl.c11 sLe rnw tlJe familiar face of her rr .other. "Oh, memma-mammal" she cried, putting forth her "save rr:e!" Y cs, my child!" Mrs hlorris cried, tears standing in her eyes. "Have courage, dearest!" When be that his audience bad gained about as large proportions as it was likely to, the bullwhacker erosc, a pair o f r ecke d revol vers iu his hands. F e ller -citerzens !" l:e cried, Pt does m e proud ter see ye all h e re. I kr;ew you'd cum, l:.ecause ye all w11nter bid fer my pri>'P-. She's mine; I captured her, an' I'm goin' ter Sf'll 'e r fer ther highest market pricP, an' I ll tbcr furs t oLe who tries to take her, afore I'm paid. Now, bow much do I bear fu ther gal-how much fer h er, jest us is? Recoliect-terms ar' cash. on de livery o' goods." "Two bits!" cried a miner. "Fifty dollars!" cried another "One hundred I" shouted still another. "Tbat's et! keep the ball in m0tion, boys I" the poet cried, with enthusiasm. "Put all th& vallue on her ye can, 1er ye know I allus invite tber crowd to drink when tber state o' my finanCPS will admit!" "I'll give a hundred morel" Poker Jack said, coolly. "Two-two hundred dollars I bave-whc,"11: make it three?" "Five hundred-I'll give five hundred!" a. voice cried-the voice of Carrol CaJner, but just" where he stood among the crowd no one could see I'll make it a thousand !" Poker Jack cried.. "I'm going to have the girl, ger;tlemen; so the< rest of you might as wen give up." Twelve hundre of Carro l Carner again cried, encl this time Calamity was on the ..,-atch, and saw whence the voice emanated. The M ormon was rigged out with long black beard end hair, and accoutere d with miner's habiliment., and was also armed with a pick, shov el and pan. "If I k ee p my word, I'll have to go over and plug bim." she mu sed "I'll wait and 800, first, bow this turns out." "I'll raise it to fifteen hundred!" P o!te:. Jack promptly, "and I've got the ducats to pay it!" '' Look! l ook!" some one shouted and all eyeir were turnerl down the gulch. Corning toward t h em, mounted upon a flying h orse, was the Unknown, yelling end wavinirhis hat e bove hi" head Behmd him, not hardly out of rifle l"!l.tJge,

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