Frank Merriwell's treasure guard; or, The defenders of the pay train

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Frank Merriwell's treasure guard; or, The defenders of the pay train

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Frank Merriwell's treasure guard; or, The defenders of the pay train
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Tip Top Weekly
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Standish, Burt L. 1866-1945
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CAUTION! All readers of the renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed the market under catch names very similar to Frank Merriwell, and Intended to deceive. Issued Weekly By subscription $2.JojJer year. Entered as S eco11d-ciass Ma t ter at tire N. Y. Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, 79-89 S ev enth Ave., N Y. No. 5 .07 NEW YORK, DECEMBER 30, 1905. Price, Five Cents Frank held the throttle wide open as they swept round a sharp curve at hair-lifting speed. Suddenly they came in full view of the besieged pay car. c

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2 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Pedro shrugged his graceful shoulders. "Most men find one whom they can always trust," he answered. Again the gambler smiled, as he bolstered himself with cus-hions, seeming in no haste to taste the food that had been brought him. "Do you think so, lad?" he murmured. "Most youths have the same fancy. It's too bad to undeceive them, but time does it for all. The hour will come when your eyes will be opened and you'll trust no longer. Do you know what they think of doing with me, Pedro?" "They take you away in the morning, chief. You have made much trouble for these railroad men, and Senor Merriwell proposes to deliver you over to them." "How much were you paid by this Merriwell for the assistance you rendered him?" Pedro looked confused. "'What assistance, chief?" he asked, with a pre tense of innocence. "There, there, boy! Don't try that witfi me! I tell you I like you still, although you made one serjous mistake. I know you aided Merri well and Gallup to escape from my clutches. I know why you did so. Conchita was behind it all. You are in love with her, boy. But, mark what I have said, sometime the scales will fall from your eyes." A flush of anger mantled the young Mexican's cheeks. "Beware, sefior," he said warmly. "Have a care that you say nothing bad of Conchita in my presence." ?tockton took a long, lazy pull at the cigarette. "Conchita is very beautiful," he said. '"Her eyes. are bewitching, and they've worked their spell on my lad. I can't at it. Ah, such eyes as your sefioriats have! No wonder they so easily deceive you poor, trusting chaps. You're a handsome boy, Pedro; but have you ever noticed how your girls take a fancy to the young Americans who come clown here? Occasionally_ they capture one of them. Teresa, Conchita's cousin, is rriarried to Gallup. They seem very devoted. Conchita has seen this, and who can s;y that: deep clown in her heart, she has not had a longing t6 win the affec;.tions of some other American? Now, hold on, Pedro, lad! I Don't get excited. Have you ever noticed what a feally fine s pecimen of manhood this Merriwell is? Sbrely you must confess that he is a handsome fellow. Do you think Conchita is blind to that fact?" "Caramba!" snarled Pedr::c suddenly flashing forth a dagger, and taking a long step that brought him poised above the recumbent figure of the prisoner. Stockton did not move as much as a finger. He. lay there undisturbed, his steely eyes looking straight into the angry orbs of the man with the knife. After a moment he spoke calmly, without the slightest flutter in his voice. "If you do it, you'll be sorry, Pedro. I'm your best friend. Yes, boy, even though you've been de luded into betraying me, I'm still your friend." "You've cast a on my Conchita!" hissed Pedro. "Oh, no, lad; you're mistaken. I'in trying to open your eyes. How can you blame the girl if she admires Merriwell ?" # "It's a lie!" "You think so now, but consider the matter. Her brother was one of Mendez's men, and, therefore, trusted by me Until we brought those two Ameri cans to the old ranoh, and Conchita saw them prisoners in our hands, she was ever loyal and true. What wrought the wonderful change in her ?-for I know she was mainly instrumental in aiding them to escape. The change came swiftly, suddenly, and without warning. She risked everything to set them free.. She urged you by the love you professed for her to aid her, and you to her entreaties. Think it over, Pedro. Wha,,was the cause?" "5he is Teresa's cousin, Teresa is the wife of Gallup." "Quite true; yet I'm sure it was not for Gallup's sake that she induced you to betray Gallup was in no particular danger. I 11ad never threatened him with anything more than captivity for a time. Wh n I had completed my plans and operations I meant to set him free. Conchita knew this. Is it natural that she should risk her own life and yours in an effort to free him at once? "On the other hand, she knew Merriwell was in great danger. She was present when Merriwell and I played cards, the stake being his life. He won, and therefore I spared him forthe time. Still, it is likely Conchita believed the respite temporary, and fancied I would put him out of the way later. Knowing and fearing this, she aided him to slip through my fingers. "As further proof of what I you must re member that her brother was one of us. In betraying me, she likewise betrayed her own brother. She came here to Don Juan Espinazo's home, and here she saw Merriwell gather a band of men to return for the pur pose of attac,
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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 3 great. She knew he might be slain. I believe he escaped during the battle, but certainly he can give 0no thanks for his escape his sister." The young Mexican was all aqu_iver now, and his face betrayed the fact that he was torn and tortured by doubt. "Pedro, my lad," continued the prisoner, "not for the world would I deceive you. I'm sorry for you. The men who once trusted you now know of your treachery and there is no doubt that they have regis tered a vow to kill you. From this time onward you'll live in constant peril. Some day, some night, some fatal moment one of those men will strike, and your life will end like that"-the gambler snapped his fin gers as he spoke. All the cglor was gone from the listener's face, and he shrugged his shoulders with a shivering movement as Stockton's fingers cracked. "It was all for my Conchita!" he muttered hoarsely. "Poor lad, poor, deluded boy! Pedro, I alone can save you from your fate. \Vere I to go to your comrades, and tell them you had aided me to escape, tell them you had been led into your action through mis take, tell them your heart was still loyal and faithful, they would believe me, and you would be spared." "But you can't do that," said Pedro; "you're a prisoner, and Sefior Merriwell will deliver you over to the railroad builders." "If he has his way, he will. This man has de ceived Conchita, Pedro. Why, lad, he's married. She doesn't know it. You see, if he had told her, he could not have led her into planning for'his escape. \Vhat do you think of this fine American who has deceived Y
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4 TIP TOP WEEKLY. CHAPTER IL A STRANGER IN QUIJANO. In the purple dusk of twilight a man came riding along the old post-road from the east, and entered Quijano, a little town of a dozen adobe huts and one American saloon. Quijano had prospects. The surveyed line of the Cen t ral Sonora touched it, and it was believed that the c o ming of the railroad would quicken this sleepina 1 0 ittle hamlet into life. Hence the American saloon. Rube Smith, the enterprising proprietor, fancied he saw an opportunity to m ake good money in Quijano while the railroad was pushing past, and possibly after that. Smith had leased a square ;dobe building, brought a stock of liquors into the t o wn, and opened up his bar. He called the place the "Gray Dove." In front of the Gray Dove the horseman dismounted, signaling to a barefooted Mexican boy, who G.ame for ward languidly, a sleepy look in his limpid eyes. Here, boy," said the man, "take care of my horse. I see there are sheds yonder. Have the beast watered and fed. Here's something for you." He pressed a piece of money into the h<\,nd of the sleepy lad, who s uddenly awoke, as he saw this token of the stranger's generosity. "S,i, s e nor, si, si!" he cried, eagerly, in a soft v oice. "I will see that the horse has the very good care senor." The man brushed his soft, blond mustache, shook some of the dust from his shoulders, and sauntered int o the saloon. "Howdy, partner," greeted Rube Smith, surveying the with interest. "I reck o n you're Yank, and you're the I've seen in a week. Make yer self ter hum. I'll have these dratted lights lit in a minute." "Don't hasten on my account," said the stranger, as he glanced around the place, and then leaned an elb o w on the bar. In one corner, on a rough bench, was huddled a qu e er figure, wrapped in an old red blanket. This bla nket hid its owner to the eyebrows. Above that point there was a crown of long, straight black hair, from which a ragged feather upreared itself. "I see you have a lodger," observed the newcomer, with a light laugh. '.'Do you permit that?" "Oh, everything goes, partner, when a man spends his money with me. That old Injun came hoofin' it in here two hours ago, purty nigh petered. He's all u s ed u p with th e rheumat iz, besides being de e f and half blind. I didn't reckon. he'd have the price of a snifter about him, but I'll be dinged if he didn't buy drinks in rapid concussion, and he stowed the whole-of them away under his belt." "No wonder he'; sleeping," smiled the man at the bar. "When you get around to it, I think I'll follow his example, and have a drink myself." Having lighted two suspended oil lamps, Smith hastened round behind the bar, ready to serve the cus tomer. "What'll you have, sir?". he asked. "Well, I don't suppose it makes much difference. If I call for rum, whisky, brandy, or any old thing of that sort, I suppose I'll be served out of one bottle. "Not on yer life!" rather indignantly denied the proprietor of the Gray Dove. "I've got all the dif ferent brands of stuff you name, and I can give you what you want, if you don't git too proud and per ticeler. Ain't gut no Mumm's Extra Dry, nor nothin' like hat." "Well, give me best whisky." "Here she am," said Smith, as he placed a bottle and glasses on the bar. "You're Yank, so pour your own drink. It wouldn't do with these greasers. I do the pouring myself, and they git jest ';Vhat they pay for, not a dinged bit more. Why, if I should let them do the pouring, they'd drink brimmers every go." "That's the way with greasers," nodded the stranger, as he poured a medium drink. "Have one with me, sir?" "Scuse me," said Smith; "I never tech the stuff." "Indeed, that's remarkable. Do you mean to say that you don't drink anything?" "Nothing stronger than coffee. Never monkey with bug-juic I've had my turn at that; and quit it long ago. It disagrees with me most remarkaple. If I tale a nip, I want two more, and, when I get two more, I am inclined to drink up all there is. Found I couldn't indulge at all, and so I says to myself: 'Rube, you derned old fool, you've got to let it alone.' Since then I've never wet my tongue with it." "A most surprising case of determination and self tontrol. It's strange that a man with such an appe tite can handle the stuff as you do, and not break over. It's a genuine pleasure to find a place like this down in this God-forsaken country. Here's to your very good health, sir." "Drink hearty said Smith, as the customer lifted the glass, and quaffed its contents at a swallo w I

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 5 ''Didn't expect to find an American doing business in this place," s aid the stranger. "I s'pose not. But I kinder figured out that there'd be something in it when the railroad come along. That's what brought me here." "Have you heard anything new about the railroad lately?" "Oh, they're having a tough old time laying the rails. There's lots of trouble, and they say the grad ing is purty nigh at a standstill. A card-sharp from the States is making most of the trouble, according to the report. He's running a game, and selling booze to the greaser laborers. He stands in with a lawless greaser by the name of ;Mendez, who has a bunch of followers. That is, he did stand in with this But there's been reports to-day of a big fight, and I hear Mendez was cut up for planting. They don't seem to know jest what has become of Stockton, which was the name of the card-sharp I mentioned. It's kinder cal lated that the railroad people ketched Stockton foul, and there's an idee that they'll hang him to a tree somewhere." "This is all very interesting information," mur mured the man of the blond mustache, smiling the least bit, and showing the tips of white, pointed teeth. "Ev:idently bit off more than he could chew." "They say he met his master in a young feller who has a mine over in the mountains. Um, let vie see, what's his name ?-er-er-Merrifield? Merriweather? Merriwell ?-that's it!" . "It's plain you've heard a lot of interes ing gossip recently. Who brought all this information into town?" "'Sh! 'Tween you and me, I reckon it was some of the greasers who was concerned in the affair. I understand their gibberish some, and I caught enough to know that they had escaped by the skin of their teeth." "Are they around town now?" "Why, I judge so. They're-why, here's one of the gents now." A slender, picturesque young man came sauntering into the saloon. He was a Mexican, and his attire was of the style affected by the gentlemen of the country outside the large cities. He stopped in his tracks, and his jaw dropped a bit as he saw the man at the bar. This man lifted his right hand, as if to stroke his mustache with an habit ual movement, but quickly pressed his fingers to his lips in a signal that the Mexican could not fail to understand. "Hey, Tony I" called Rube Smith; "here's a gent what's askin' some questions about the railroad affairs : Mebbe you can tell him more than I ken." "It will be my pleasure to do so," murmured Tony. "What is it you wish to kriow, sefior ?" "Have a drink with me, Tony?" invited the man at the bar. "My name is Thompson "You are very kind, Sefior Thompson. I shall be honored, sefior." "Do you mind, proprietor," said the American, "if we sit yonder at tHat table? I don't think we'll dis your sleeping lodger. The seven drinks he stowed away will keep h .im quiet for awhile." "Sit right down at the table, gents, and I'll serve yer," said Smith. "Whisky for me," said the American. "I presume Tony will take mescal. Am I rigbt Tony?" "Quite right, Sefior Thompson," bowed the yonng Mexican. Toge ther they' sat down at the table, and between them a few whispered words passed while the pro prietor was bringing the drinks. "Good boy, T any!" said the American. "You caught on promP.tly, and did your part." "But I came very near betraying you, Senor Stock ton," admitted Tony. "It was the most wonderful surprise, for I feared you had been slain." "Oh, far from that," was the retort. "I'm very much alive, as the railroad people are due to learn." CHAPTER III. THE INDIAN AW AKES. The drinks being served, Stocktdn and Tony sat there at the table, chatting in low, murmuring tones They lighted their cigarettes, and smoked as they talked. Once the Mexican turned, and surveyed the sleeping Indian with a slight touch of uneasiness. "Never mind him," said the gatnbler. "The boss of the place says he has seven drinks in him, and he's dead to the world Besides that, he's deaf and half blind." "Then it is all right, sefior," murmured Tony. "I do not 'Yish to be incautious, for lack of caution has cost many a man dear." "Quite right, my boy," agreed the gambler. "It cost us dear not so long ago. Had we taken th e alarm when that cursed girl helped those two fellows to 1 escape, we'd not have remained at the aid ranch until Merriwell returned with a bunch of men, and cleaned us out. That was a big mistake on our part."

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6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. "It was an error most grave," said Tony. "We know it now. It cost Senor Mendez his life, for Maro, his enemy, killed him in the courtyard." "I'm very sorry," declared Stockton. "Mendez was a good man, and he could be relied on. How many of the boys escaped?" "Oh, a few got away unharmed, sefior. They have sworn to be avenged. They wait the day when they shall find Pedro, the traitor." "Pedro, the fool!" sneered Stockton. "Why, I pulled the wool over his eyes easily. He's a simple chap to deceive. Only for Pedro, I might still be in the hands of Merriwell. They had me at old Espinazo's ranch, and Pedro was my guard and at tendant. He brought me my food. I stqdied out a plan, and it worked handsomely with him. I con vinced him that his sweetheart had fallen in love with this Merriwell, and was ready to betray him, even as she was led to betray us. He believed me. On top of this, I made him understand his danger from the boys who had escaped being slain by Mara's gang. I suggested that I was the only one who could inter cede for him. I likewise promised him money, and hinted that the only way in which he could right him self was him to forget to lock my door. He for got." "And you escaped alone, sefior?" "Sure. I let no grass grow under my feet. I sneaked out of that room, found a saddle and bridle, caught a horse, and got away. It was none too soon, ehher; -for, ere I was beyond hearing, I heard indica tions at the ranch that my escape had been discovered. For two nights and two days I've been busy dodging trailers. Merriwell followed me, and he's worse than a redskin on the trail. I resorted to all sorts of tricks to baffle him, but he seemed to see through them all, until to-day. At last I must have thrown him off the track. Either that, or he gave up in disgust. When satisfied that I had tricked him, I headed for this place, hoping I might find some of the boys here." "Fortune was with you, sefior. Now what is it that you will do?" "I propose to make it hotter than ever for the rail road people, but I shall give the greater part of my attention to this Merriwell. No man ever bothered me as this fellow has and escaped me. We shall meet again, and next time I shall be complete master of the situation, and retain my mastery, too.t' "I have no doubt that it is so, senor. But the band is scattered. YOU will need assistance." "I shall need all the assistance I can get, and the boys must be brought together. We must find new recruits. I shall look for your aid, Tony. I think I can depend on you." "You can, sefior, in truth." "I'm certain you're an honest fellow, Tony, and you shall be well paid if stick by me. In the first place, I need some money. Have you a:ny about you ?" "No much, sefior-not more than a hundred dollars." Stockton shrugged his "A hundred isn't much good," he said. "But you know where the loot from the pay-train is hidden," whispered the Mexican, his eyes glittering. Stockton surveyed his companion a moment in si lence. "Yes, I know," he nodded. "It's not such a great distance from this town, either. I've got the most of it there Of course, I had to pay the boys, as I agreed, but the bulk of that money is safely stored away. might go after it, and get what I want, but I'd run the risk of being followed, and I prefer to keep away for the present. I need a fresh outfit. I want an extra horse. These things cost money, and therefore I must have money right away. I wonder if there are any in town, Tony? If I could run against one or two, I might make a raise. In the meantime, I wish to borrow half of your hundred. You ki;iow you can trust me, and I promise to pay it back doubled and redoubled." Immediately Tony brought forth a purse that jingled with a clinking, musical sound. This he opened, taking from it several gold pieces and some silver, which he pushed toward Stockton. "Thanks, my boy," said the gambler, as he accepted the coins, and slipped them into his pocket. "This will be quite enough for me to begin operations with, in case I'm able to find the victim. I worrder if they play here?" "Si, seffor," nodded Tony. "They play at this table and the table yonder. I have seen them. Later in the evening there will be visitors, many of them. They will gather here." "And I may find the sucker I seek among them," muttered the gambler. "In the meantime, Tony, by way of preparation, you and I might play here at the table. Then, if the right suckei: comes along, it will be easy to rope him in. Whatever we win or lose between us while playing shall be divided." "To me it is agreeable," promptly declared the Mexi can, for well knew Stockton's at cards. The proprietor was called, and the gambler politely:

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 7 made known their wants, and asked for a pack of cards. Smith informed him that he would charge each player a certain sum for the privilege of using the table, and Stockton paid in advance for them ,both. They began playing two-handed draw-poker, mean while continuing their conversation, in which Merriwell and the railroad troubles were frequently men tioned. After a time two or three customers came drifting in, and drank at the bar. They also regaried the card-players with passing interest. Finally the sleeping India._ grunted, and stirred. "Old Seven Drinks is waking up," smiled Stockton. "It's about time." The edge of the blanket was lowered a little, and a pair of piercing, beady eyes gazed at them from be neath shaggy overhanging eyebrows. "Come, come, chief," said Stockton, "it's time for another drink." With much grunting and apparent difficulty, the old IndiantJ>lowly and stiffly sat up. His face was wrin kled and weatherworn. From his appearance one might have fancied him nearing the century mark in years. "Ugh!" he grunted. "What white man say 'bout um drink? White man heap much polite." "vVell, evidently you heard that quick enough, even if you are somewhat deaf," said Stockton, with a seized his glass with a hand that shook so that there was danger of spilling the liqujd. "Heap much how!" he grunted, as he took t drink at a swallow. After this, with apparent deep interest, the old man sat and watched them play. "Much good game!" he gruntoo. "Heap lot of fun. In jun him learn it some. Mebbe he play?" "It takes money to play this game," said Stockton. "You don't look like a millionaire." "Injun him got some money," was the prompt re tort. "Mebbe he try um game." He fumbled beneath his bla!1ket, and unhoGked his belt. Opening the belt, he poured forth several pieces of gold in a little heap on the table. Stockton leaned forward, and stared at the money . l m astoms 1ment. "Well, wouldn't that jar you!" he laughed. "I thought the old boy was busted, and here he is loaded with coin." "Money um good," obs.erved the Indian. "Mebbe you let um re6skin play cards, uh?" "Sure," said the gambler. "Sit riglit up, Seven Drinks, and get into the game. We'll teach you how it's done." CHAPTER IV. "HEAP GOOD GAME." smile 1 Among the who wandered into the sa oon was "Sometime I hear heap sudden," was the answer. h a tall, handsome, finely formed Mexican, wit a spnn" Sometime can't hear none." cl 1 kling of gra;i in his hair and mustache. He ha t 1e "Y6 u don't seem to be bind, either." d d air of a hidalgo. His buckskin j a cket was a orne "Ugh! Eyesight he trouble In jun much. One day with silver buttons, and his buckskin breeches were eyesight reach long way off. Next day mebbe no can slashed along the outer seams. About his waist was see at all. In jun heap blowed out. He got rust in a fine red silk sash, and silver spurs jingled at his him hinges. Hear um squeak." heels. The old rekskin moved his legs, and cocked one ear With others this drew near the card-table, and in a listening attitude, as if he actually expected to watched the game with a potite air of interest. h ea r his j o ints creak. Stockton observed him, and nodded in a friendly ''"Well, you're pretty ;ill in, aren't you, manner. Drinks?" chuckled Stockton. "Perhaps you'd like to sit in with us, senor ? he "What you say? You give um In jun seven drinks suggested. "I don't happen to know your name, b u t .,. more? Ugh! Have um brought quick!' In jun he you l o ok like a gentleman, and Y'e are playing to amuse take um." ourselves and pass the time." "\Vell, your nerve is all right, if your hinges are "The Senor American is very kind," bowed the rusty," said the gambler. "I rather like nerve, so one invited. "My name is Gonzalez. Unfortunately, I'll blow you a drink. I don't suppose you have I have seldom played the game you are playing. I will the price about you. Bring' another round, proprietor, watch it. Perhaps I may learn something." and add a geezer for the lnjun." "Our friend, Seven Drinks, doesn t seem to be very When the drinks were brought, the old redskin familiar with the g a m e!" lauglfeJ the g a m bler; "but

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8 TIP TOP WEEKLY. he's doing his best to catch on. You'll find out how it goes, Seven Drinks, old boy!" "Ug Heap good game," said the Indian, who had been permitted to win the first pot and rake in a small amount of money. "Much easy to learn." Stockton winked at Tony, who lifted a hand to his mouth to hide a smil e They had baited the redskin with that first pot, meaning to clean him out in the end. It was now the old man's deal. He_ fumbled over the cards, and made a mistake at the start by giving Stockton three. "Holdo-on," said the gambler, "that isn't right. One at a time, Seven Drin,ks, old boy, and you must let Tony cut the cards." "Injui he much forgetful. He no seem to remem ber." The old fellow gathered up the cards, shuffled them again, and permitted Tony to cut. When he had dealt off four to each one he stopped. "Keep on," said Stockton. "There's another one due us." "One-um, two-um, three-um, four-um," counted the redskin, fumbling with his cards. :'oh, must have five-um, uh ?" Slowly he tossed off another card to each one, and they picked up their hands. The cards in the In dian's fingers were quivering, although he seemed to make an effort to hold thenr still. "It's like taking money from the b y," said Stock ton, speaking in Spanish, to Tony. "It is, indeed, sefior," answered Tony, in the same language. It was the Mexican's bet, and he started it with a dollar, for he had discovered kings and trays in his hand. The Indian pawed his hand over until the others grew impatient. Finally he said, "Make um two dol lar," and pushed two silver dollars into the pile. Stockton glanced at Tony, who nodded a bit. Then the gambler pushed out two dollars, and added a fivedollar gold piece as a raise. Tony made good, and raised another five. "Heap much bet," said the Indian. "How much um cost now?'' "Ten doliars more," said Stockton. With apparent reluctance, the Indian added a ten dollar gold piece to the collection. "He won't stand another raise," thought Stockton. "We better let it go as it is." Then he a dded the five due from him, and called for three cards, holding up a pair of seven-spots. with some satisfaction, he saw he had secured another seven spot when the cards were dealt him. Tony took one, and failed to better his hand. "How many are you going to have?" asked Stock ton, as the Indian placed the pack on the table. "No want any," was the answer. "Hand it heap good." "What!" cried the gambler, in surprise. "You haven't made any mistake, have you?" "No, no. Hand heap good." "You're sure you're not bluffing?" "What um be to bluff?" "You're not ttying to fool us?" "Injun him never fool. Him mean business." "Well, wouldn't that cramp you!" laughed the gambler. "I'll have to leave it to you, Tony. I'm going to lay my hand." Tony bet five, and immediately the old Indian made good that five, and ten. Tony glared at the redskin, and then threw down his hand, face upward, exposing his two pairs. "It is the luck of the fool who knows nothing of the game," he said angrily. "What have you got?" "You call um me?" "No, I don't call, but I would like to see your cards. Of course you don't have to show them, if you don't want to." "Um don't mind 'bout that. Much good hand. Like to show um." ------Then, having raked in the pot, tlie old redskin lay down a deuce and a five-spot of hearts, a jack of dia monds, a queen of spades; and an ace of clubs. "Heap fine he said. A mild bt1rst of laughter rose from the spectators when they saw that hand. As for Stockton, he simply sat back on his chair, and whistled. Tony swore roundly in Spanish. "I thought you didn't know how to bluff, 016 Seven Drinks !" cried the gambler. "No know nothin' 'bout um bluff,'' protested the winner. "HeaP. good hand." "Well, that's the limit!" said Stockton. "I don't think we know how to play this game, Tony. We'll have to take lessons of our redskin friend." To himself Stockton was saying: "That will cost the old fool his pile before I'm done with him." The game continued with varying fortunes for some time . Finally, however. the Indian began to lose, a n d

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 9 it was not long before his small winnings had vanished "Ain t got no more. Injun have to call um you. and som, e of his own money with them. What you got good?" "Bimeby," he said, "Injun he get 'nother good "I've got the pot," smiled Stockton. "Here are hand. Then he win um money all back." four aces, old Seven Drinks. You can't beat that." At length, on Stockton's deal, the redskin seemed.. But when he made a move to pull in the money, the to get what he desired, for when he was raised on redskin promptly called for him to wait. his opening, he promptly came back with another raise. "Um four aces pretty fine, pretty fine," grunted the Now Stockton had learned the run of the cards, old fellow. "Mebbe you like to see what Injun he and had dealt to su'it himself. He had given Tony got?" three ten-spots, but had tossed four kings to the In"You can't beat four aces, old man!" cried Stockton. dian. In his own hand on the deal he took three "Mebbe no beat um," ,.,as the answer, "but make aces. um go some Y ou..like um looks of these?" There was considerable raising before the draw, the One by one he exposed to view the five, six, seven, Indian coming back each time, until both Stockton and and nine-spot of diamonds! Tony seemed satisfied to quit. He had a straight flush, which was a higher hand "How many cards?" asked the gambler, as he picked than aces. up the pack and began fingering them with those supple digits. Tony called for two, and one of the two tossed him was a ten-spot, giving him four in all. The Indian asked for one card. "Perhaps he thinks he'll get another king," thought the gambler, laughing inwardly. When Stockton dealt to himself he deftly slipped an other: ace from the bottom of the pack, thus making four aces in his hand. Following this draw, the Indian again started the betting by pushing a ten-dollar golq piece into the pile. Stockton raised him twenty. Tony made it forty. The Indiaii fumbled with his belt, and emptied its remaining contents on the table. "I make um if a hundred," he said In the meantime Stockton had se: n another of his friends in the room, and this man he now called. "Manuel," he said, "I want to borrow some money. How much have you that you can spare?" "I have this," answered the man addressed, pro ducing a purse. Stockton quietly opened up his hand, and exposed the four aces to Manuel. Then he took the purse, and prepared for business. Tony was quickly frozen out of the game, as he did not possess enough money to stay. He believed, how eve, that Stockton had the winning hand, and there fore he lay down his four ten-spots without a sigh of regret. The betting between the gambler and the old Indian was most exciting . Finally the redskin pushed the last dollar into the pile, saying: CHAPTER V. THE MYSTERIOUS MEXICAN. For a moment Tom the card-sharp, seemed paralyzed with astonishment. He leaned forward, and stared wonderingly at the cards placed on the table by the old Indian. "Heap much fine," said the redskin, as he reached out with both hands to scrape in the money. :With a snarl, Stockton checked him. "Hold on!" cried the card-sharp. "How did you get those cards1 you old reprobate?" "How?" grunted the withered aborigine. "Much easy. You deal um "I never dealt you those cards," declared the man, who was known throughout ti1at region as The Wolf. "I'm not a fool, and I never helped anybody beat me at my own game "There um cards," persisted the Indian. "Every body see um. Money mine. You give um cards to me. They win." "There's something crooked about this!" grated Stockton. "I tell you I'm not a fool, and you didn't win fairly. Wait a minute. Hey! what's this?" He had leaned, with a sudden movement, in the In dian's direction, seized the blanket, and thrown it open with a shake. From beneath the blanket dropped a number of cards. "Pick them up, Manuel-pick them up!" cried Stock ton. "Let's see what they are!" The Mexican thus called on quickly gathered the cards from the floor, and spread them on the table, exposing to view four kings. "I knew it!" laughed the gambler triumphantly "I

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IO TIP TOP WEEKLY. knew what the old fool had He had the straight fiush hand hidden under his blanket, and he swapped hands. I hold four aces, and the pot is mine. I'm going to take it." "You no take it!' came in a low, fierce tone from the Indian, as he again made a move to rake in the money . Quick as a flash, Stockton snapped forth a pistol, and covered the redskin. "I'm not only going to take that pot," he said, "but I'm going to blow a hole through you, you old sinner! It's the law of the game in this country, if a man is caught cheating. I have the right to shoot you be cause I caught you." At this moment something touched Stockton's head, just behind his ear. It was the muzzle of an. ivory handled revolver, gripped in the fingers of Gonzalez, the Mexican, who had softly changed his positior:i. until he was directly behind the gambler. "If I were in your place, senor," purred the soft voice of the man with the ivory-handled weapon, "I wouldn't shoot. If you do, I shall blow the top of your head off." Stockton hissed forth an exclamation of anger and dismay. "What do you mean by chipping into this game, you fool?" he palpitated. Stockton had seated himself with his back toward the wall. There was barely sufficient ro o m between him ahd the wall for Gonzalez to stand there with comfort. Tl;iis brought the man facing the entire room, and no person c?uld make a move he did not observe. "Senor Gambler," said the,hidalgo, in the same soft, dulcet tone, "you have been caught in your own trap. This you know very well. You talk of cheating, senor -you! Why, you cheated when you dealt the cards, and you know it." "It's a lie!" cried Stockton. "It is the truth, senor. I saw you. How did you know so well what cards the Indian should hold? How did you know so well that you had him beaten?" "A rrian can bet his life on four aces any day." "Ah, but you knew he had four kings. You have said as much. You gave him those four kings, to lead him to bet, in order that you might rob him. of his money with the four aces that you had dealt your self." "Prove it!" "I watched, you senor, and I saw everything. I saw you gi v e y o urs elf one ace from the bot tom of the pack. You did the trick deftly, but my eyes were not de ceived." "It's a lie I" again snarled Stockton. "You know it is the truth, senor. When one rascal tries to cheat another, no one weeps if he is defeated. Put up that pistol, senor, or I shall shoot you through the head. Don'.t move- on, the gambler finally returning in search of Gonzalez, whose life he swore he would have. But the Mexican who had interfered had improved the opportunity to depart. Rube Smith informed Stockton that Gonzalez had sauntered out by the front door shortly after they rushed away in pursuit of the redskin. Evidently Gonzalez knew his danger in. Quijano, for he soon left the town, and struck away into a little valley, wh e re there were many shadows and the silence of the night seemed unbroken, save by his own foot-

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. falls. He had proceeded nearly a mile, when sud denly he halted, for directly in his path, not fifteen feet away, stood a silent figure. It was an old Indian, with his arms folded and his red blanket draped around him in a distinctively dignified manner. For fully a minute the two men stood there in silence, regarding each other. The redskin was the first to speak. "How how!" he grunted, in a friendly manner. "Heap glad to see greaser man gent." "Muchas graci a s," softly murmured the Mexican. "Ugh!" came from the Indian. "No understand greaser talk. Heap talk much fine United State.' Um no stop in town. Um git out much quick." "I did not think it would be safe for me to linger there," said the Mexican. "Greaser man gent him heap good feller. Joe make much money, but mebbe he no get it if you not help him." "I doubt much if you would. In fact, I think you would have been slain." "Joe him heap grateful. Now we go sit down, count money, divvy." The Mexican smilingly lifted one hand. '\ "No, no,'! he protested. "I couldn't think of it." "Got to think," harshly declared the Indian. "Joe. him on the level. He know him friend. He divvy." "By your own cleverness you defeated the gambler. I have no claim to that money." Still the obstinate redskin insisted on dividing. Finally, with a laugh, the Mexican said: "There is a b e tter way to settle it. Neither of us cares again to appear in Quijano to-night. Together e will seek some secluded spot, make there our camp, and by the firelight I will play poker with you for that money." "How you do um that if we no divide?" the Indian. "We will divide," nodded the Mexican. "We'll separate your winnings into two equal amounts, and play until one or the other of us wins the whole of it.'; "Much good. Heap fine came from the redskin. "Come. Injun he know where safe place am." The old man turned, and his moccasined feet made not the slightest sound as he glided away. Vvith almost equal silence, the Mexican followed. The pace set by the Indian was a swift one, despite his compl aint that his joints were rusty and his limbs weary. It took a good man to follow him without pan ring. They entered a dark strip of chaparral, through which the redskin seemed to find a natural path, and finally, in a little opening in the heart of the thicket, they came to a halt. "Joe him got horse and gun pretty near," said the Indian. "Him look out for um. Mebbe greaser gent he wait here." The Mexican laughed: "I have likewise a horse near," he said. "I will look after my animal at the same time. We can return to this spot, and meet here." "Much good," said the redskin, as he vanished into the shadows. Five minutes later old Joe came into a small, timber surrounded valley, where he had picketed his horse. As he forth into the valley, where the white moonlight lay softly, he halted suddenly, for before him were two horses. Not Ol,'.l.ly that, but 'standing silently beside one of them was a man. That man was Gonzalez, the Mexican! CHAPTER VI. IN THE CHAPARRAL. The old redskin uttered a grunt of mingled astonish ment and chagrin. To him it was not a little sur prising, for a brief time past he had left Gonzalez in the chaparral, and supposed the man was waiting there. In some manner the Mexican had reached the valley ahead of him. "How you git here s<;> quick?" demanded the In dian, with an intonation of wondering resentment. Gonzalez laughed softly. "We both started to look after our horses," he said. "Mine was here, and therefore I came to this spot." "Git here heap quick. No understand it." The old redskin's suspicions were aroused. How ever, he said no more, but gave his attention to liis animal. Pulling the picket-pin, he led the animal to a spot where a tiny spring oozed.from the ground. Here the horse drank, after whicli its master led it away, and picketed it in a fresh spot. This example was followed in the same silent man ner by Gonzalez. The Indian felt around in a place of concealment, and brought forth a rifle with a wonderfully long barrel. "Ugh!" he grunted. "Gun him all right. Now

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12 TIP TOP WEEKLY. come, greaser man gent, we go back tq play um poker. "What was his name?" murmured Gonzalez inquirMebbe you show lnjun the way?" ingly. The crafty old fellow was wondering if Gonzalez "Joe he call him Strong Heart. Other white man could return to the little opening in the chaparral. they call him Frank Merriwell. Oh, him much fine, Without a word, the Mexican led the way, and much honest, much square, like a brick. Old Joe his companion noted, with mingled surprise and admihear him be down in Mexico land somewhere. Old ration, that he slipped swiftly and silently through the Joe him very old. Him not _live much longer. Him thicket, taking the most direct course to the opening, die soon, go off to happy hunting-ground. Him which they soon reached. bad rheumatism. Him wind no good now. Him legs "Now, greaser man gent, him set down, make himvery weak. Him say to himself: 'Joe, soon you die, self easy. Joe him build fire. Nobody see firelight and no see Strong Heart some more.' Then him think Heap good place." what long distance it be down to Mexico land. Him The Mexican reclined at ease on the ground, while count money. Heap much to pay for car ride. Him the Indian g<)thered dry branches, piled them in a say to himself: 'Joe, mebbe In jun have chance to play heap, and started a little fire. When this was comcard, make some more money.' Then him start for pleted the redskin filled and lighted a black pipe, at Mexico land, and here him be. He buy horse. He which he puffed with every sign of intense satisfaction. ride out where Strong Heart help men build railroad For fully five minutes he smoked, occasionally per-He come to Quijano. Feel muoh tired. Drink um mitting his keen eyes to survey his companion. Fisome whisky to keep um from git sick. Him sleep naIIy he grunted again, and drew a pack of cards some. While him sleep, he hear two bad men talk. from beneath his blanket. It make old Joe feel queer. Um bad man talk o f "Most ready to play?" he asked. Strong Heart. They hate him much. That make old "All ready," murmured the Mexican. Joe him blood git warm. He feel much stronger. He Joe spread the blanket out, and they sat down, crosssay to himself mebbe he can help Strong Heart someleggecl, upon it. Then the Indian brought forth all how. Bad men play cards for money. Joe him make the money he had won in the Gray. Dove, and tossed believe up, and w a tch um play. Then him git it jingling in a little heap upon the blanket. into game. He know one bad man much stick. He "Greaser man gent help count," invited the redsee when bad man handle cards heap slippery. J o e skin. not all fool he look. He make um believe him ea s y Gonzalez made a gentle gesture. mark. B.imeby he kn o w"tad man deal him four kin gs "I prefer that you should count it," he said. to skin him He picked c a rds five-um six-um se ven-um, eight-um, nine-um all same kind, and hid e u m Without fur t her words, the old Ihdian began diwidunder blanket. When he git four king he say : 'Now ing the money by placing a piece of a certain denomiin one pile and another piece of equ al val1,le in slippery card man have four aces.' Then he put four king under blanket, and take out straight flush. H eap a different pile. In this manner he soon had the money good trick. Slippery card much upset over when separated into two heaps. him find it out. Mebbe him shoot old Joe but greaser "You take um that," he said. man gent no kt him. Joe never forget-never! Now "Gracias," said the Mexican. we play." As the redskin fumbled with the cards, he muttered: "N. ever meet any greaser man so heap much square. Joe he know many things. He not know this thing." "Is it possible you think only people of your own race to be honest?" questioned the Mexican. "Most white men heapcrooked. One time Joe he know white man who be honest. Joe no could think so. Take much time to think so. First him hate white man a lot. Him want to kill white man two, three time. Now him heart glad he didn't. Now him proud to know that white man." CHAPTER VIL BY THE FIRELIGHT. The game began. In the Indian s eyes there was an expression that bespoke his deep pfoas ure in it. H e was one who to o k delight in gambling When the first hand was dealt off he paused and looked at his companion doubtingly. Apparently h e was somewhat conscience-stricken, for he said: "Mebbe greaser man not know g a me well?" "Do not worry about that," murmured Gonzalez. "I have played it some."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 13 "Heap crooked game," warned the redskin. "Miin him best at fooling, him win everything." "As the Americans say, I will take my chances." (')Vhen old Joe him win money this way, it belong to him. He no divide some more." "It is well. If you win, I shall not expect you to divide." For ten or fifteen minutes they played on with vary ing fortunes, neither seeming to obtain much ad vantage. Finally the Indian bet, and Gonzalez stayed m. The Mexican took two cards, while the redskin drew one. Following this, the betting was quite lively for a few moments, each one raising the other with an air of confidence. At last the Indian tossed a twenty dollar gold piece into the pot, as a raise. "Heap good hand," ne grunted. The Mexican, looked his cards over with an ex pression of doubt. "I thought it possible you might be bluffing," he murn;ured. "Now I am confident that you have me be. aten. I shall lay '111Y cards down, as I have only three five-spots." The Indian raked in the money. "Much easy," he half chuckled. "Joe him have four flush. He no git card he wanted." Saying this, he exposed four diamonds and a club. The Mexican had put down the winning hand, but had lost the pot to the redskin, who had bluffed him out. The grin that contorted the wrinkled face of the old man gave him a hideous appearance, and in his eyes there was an unholy light of glee. "Heap good game!" 11e observed. Gonzalez seemed chagrined and disappointed. A few moments later the Mexican secured a good hand, and came near getting even on it. "Very good game," he smiled. The Indian paused to toss more fuel on the fire, after which the playing resumed. Again it happened th a t both players seemed to get good cards. This took place on the redskin's deal. The betting grew fiercer and fierc e r, and continued until every cent of the mon e y that had been divided w a s heaped in one pile on the blanket. "We wi-11 show the cards down now," said the Mexican "Mebbe greaser man want to bet some more?" sug gested the Indian. "I'm quite satisfied as it is. What do you hold?" "Heap good hand." The old redskin displayed another straight flush, the four, five, six, seven, and eight-spot of spades. "Indeed, it is a good hand,'' smiled Gonzalez; "but \ I think I have a better one." The Indian seemed turned to stone when o after another, his opponent displayed the ten-spot, jack, queen, ki,ng, and ace of hearts It was a royal flush, the strongest hand that could be held. For fully two minutes the redskin sat and stared at those cards. "Heap fine!" he finally said. "Greaser man gent him great player. y.rhere other hand?" With a little shake, Gonzalez fluttered five cards from his sleeve. "Here they are, sefior," he murmured. "Now, if you please, we'll look at those you have behind your back." Slowly the Indian reached round behind him, and brought into view five cards, which he dropped, face upward, on the blanket. In those five cards there was one pair of ten-spots. I "It seems that I bad you defeated, anyhow," smiled Gonzalez, as he spread out the cards removed from his sleeve, and exposed a p,air of jacks. grunted the Indian, and made no other comment. His pipe had been smoked out. Turning towa"1 the fire, he slowly filled and relighted it. A long time he smoked and meditated. "Heap clever,'' he finally observed. "Greaser man gent him play nice game. Joe him very much tired. Him take walk to rest." Then he rose to his feet, and slipped away into the chaparral. While the Indian was gone a change came over the Mexican, who ftnally lay down, with his back to the fire. The redskin returned as quietly as he departed, and once more seated himself by the blaze To his sur prise, he saw all the money lying pile as it had been left, in the middle of the old red blanket. "Greaser man heap careless," he finally muttered. "flim be r9bbed sometime. A strange thought flitted throu g h the Indian's brain, and his eyes glowed greedily. To all appearances, the Mexican was sound asleep, and it would be a simple matter to gather up that money take the blanket, ...and depart. It must be confessed that the redskin's fingers actually itched for the little heap of gold and silver that glawed and gleamed dully in the firelight. Once

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TIP TOP WEEKLY he made a move as if to stiffly, and cried loudly: "Git up, greaser Bad to leave it like that. to steal.:.' touch it but drew back Take your money quick Mebbe somebody he want The Mexicap stirred, and yawned. He sat up, and turned his face toward the firelight. His mustache was gone, and a most remarkable change had come over his features. As the old Indian saw him now, he gave a great start of unspeakable astonishment. For a few mo ments he stared in silence, and then once more that grin wreathed his wrinkled1 face. "Ha, ha!" he chuckled. "Old Joe think it much funny greaser man be so slick. You fool Crowfoot a heap, Strong Heart. Comrade!" With this cry, he leaped to his feet, and the young man, who had cast aside his disguise, rose also. A moment later Frank Merri well was clasped in the arms of the old redskin. CHAPTER VIII. THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP. The joy of old Joe Crowroot could not be ex pressed in words. "How you fool In jun so well?" he cried. "Him n know you. Oh, him eyes very bad, very bad. Him gittin' old. Him die soon." "Come off!" laughed Merry. "You're growing younger every day. That gag fl.bout getting old and being used up doesn't go with me." "Crowfoot he think it much strange greaser man should help him in saloon. No understand that. Now he understand it plenty. You beat crowfoot. Money all belong to you." "I wouldn't touch it under any consideration," de clared Merry. "Why not?" "I don't supp e I can make you understand, but I never take money obtained in such a manner. I don't play cards for money. It is against my principles." "Um principles no good !" sneered Joe. "What do with money, throw um it away?" "It belongs to you. You must take it I don't need the money, Crowfoot. I have enough of my own. You know I've tried to pension you more than once." "What um pension mean?" "'Why, I've tried lo make you fake an allowance." "No git onto allowance." "I mean that I 'wanted you to accept money from me .at intervals right along. It is your just due, for you have befriended me many a time." "No earn money that way," muttered Joe. "Heap 'gainst my principles." "Well, it's plain we can't agree on principles," smiled Merriwell. "If you would accept my offer, you'd hav e nothing to worry about, for you could take care of yourself in your old age." "vVhen old Joe him can't take care of umself, him die quick. Him not much good, nohow. Nobody miss him." "It's nit true, Crowfoot, and you know it. You know I would miss you, and you know my brother, Dick, would miss you. If there are no others in the world, we two are your stanch friends." It was remarkable to note how the old redskin's face softe ned, and a genuinely tender light crept into his dark eyes. "Heap fine! heap fine!" he repeated over and over. "Strong Heart, that would keep old Joe alive. Him not much good, but him think he got two good friend s When him all alone by himself he sit and think Qf Injun Heart, 'way off in the white boys' school. He think of s trong Heart, most fine, grand man. When him most ready to die, he say: 'Joe, you live longer mebbe, you see Injun Heart, mebbe you see Strong Heart.'" No wonder .Frank Merriwell again seized that dusky hand, and gave it a warm pressure. "Crowfoot," he said, "I "believe you'll live to be a hundred and fifty years old." "Mebbe so. No can tell. Now we squat. vVe sit on ground, and hold powwow. You tell um Crowfoot everything. It make him heart glad to listen. You tell him how fine boy Dick git along." "Oh, he's getting along all right, Joe." "Him gq,. back to school?" "Yes." "Him git there all right. I see him when he come from over big pond. We talk much. Him tell me all about boy Arlington, a-0d how bad boy Arling ton drive um Dick out of school. Joe I;ie want to go take um bad boy scalp. Dick say no, no. He say they hang old Joe. Old Joe say no matter, for him no good any more." As they sat there, Merriwell told the old Indian how his brother had returned to Fardale, and been reinstated with honor in the school, while Chester Arlington had been expelled. This seemed to give the redskin some satisfaction, although he muttered re peatedly that Chester had not been punished enough

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TiP TOP WEEKLY. I.) "Mebbe Injun Heart him come to Mexico land so0n ?" questioned Crowfoot. "I hardly think so," answered Frank, "He won't have an opportunity before another summer, and I may not be here then. By that time I hope to have all the trouble settled, and see the railroad built." "You have much trouble? Tell um Joe 'bout that." So Frank explained the situation to the Indian, who nodded and muttered at intervals. "Gambler man him heap bad," commented Crowfoot. "You have pistol behind him ear. Why you no shoot him then ?" "That would have been mur. der, Joe. I don't be lieve in. such methods of defeating an enemy." "Give um gambler man same chance, he shoot you." "Perhaps that's true, but' it wouldn't justify my act if I did such a thing." "Huh! More principles!" sneered Crowfoot. ."Joe he no see it that way. When enemy try to kill him he fix enemy heap quick. Mebbe he have bimeby .at gambler man. If him do, gambler man bother Strong Heart no more." "You'd better loose heap good to have. They make um man's heart strong and warm." In this manner they talked on for a long time, but finally, having reP.lenished the fire, they lay down to sleep there in the center of the chaparral, wh ich broke tQ.e cool night wind, and kept it from them. _. When Merry was fast asleep, Crowfoot rose, without as much as a rustle, took his old blanket, and gently spread it over the young man's shoulders. Having done this, he lay down without such shelter, and composed himself to slumber. IX. THE TRAITOR. Seven mounted men, together with nine unburdened pack-mules, left the town of Quijano, bound for the wild country to the northeast. Six of the men were Mexicans. The seventh was Tom Stockton, the'am bler. All were heavily armed. Evidently it was an expedition of some importance, and the manner and bearing of the little band seemed to indicate that danger was not wholly unanticipated. Throughout the entire day they pushed on, halting only once for a brief rest while they ate, near a small, sickly stream that ooze from the sands in one spot and again into the sands not forty i;ods away. As night approached they came to the hills, which rose with almost startling abruptness from the broken and uneven table-land.' An hour later they made camp,

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16 TIP TOP WEEKLY. with the ragged hills and dark ravines on every side of them. 1 Two fires gleamed, while the eoffee-pots boiled, and the Mexicans sat about, conversing in murmuring topes, smoking their cigarettes. Tom Stockton lighted a cigarette, and stood where he could scan the faces of his companions. One at a time, he looked them all over, and the expression on his own countenance became one of doubt and uncer tainty. Truly, they were a treacherous, untrustworthy-ap pearing set of rascals. "Tony!" called the gambler, in a low tone. "Yes, senor," answered one of the men, rising im mediately and approaohing him. Stockton drew the fellow aside until they were be yond earshot of the others, and stood there_ in the darkness, just beyond reach of the firelight. "Tony," said The Wolf, "I have been looking that gang over. Are you certain that every man of them may be trusted? You know tJl\em better than I do." "They' know you, Senor Stockton," answered the Mexican, "and they are confident you will keep your promise to reward them liberally and generously for the work. I think you may trust them, but it's well enough to watch them." "When they realize the amount of money they will have in their clutches to-morrow," said the American, "it is likely to arouse their covetousness. Our nine mules will be heavily loaded." "Even so, senor. .We m.ust then watch them all the closer." "I am in favor of getting the treasure out of the cave before morning, and starting early." "I fear it can't be done, senor." "Why not?" "You know the stoFy of the cave. It is haunted: That's why the treasure has been safe there, for other's have suspected where it was hidden." "Do you believe in ghosts, Tony?" "Si, si, senor! I fear greatly the restless spirits of the dead. Long years an old man lived in that cave. He died, and since then his spirit has haunted the place: It is bad enough to go there by day. Our comrades would not venture thither at night. Indeed, when morning comes I think you and I will have to drag the treasure forth from the cave, for I doubt if any of the others will enter it." Stockton shrugged his shoulders. "Only fools believe in gho,sts," he said: "but, as the safety of the treasure may have depended on such a fool belief, I am satisfied. We will wait until morn ing. Tony, I rely on you. While we are moving the money, you and I will watch the rest of this party, and watch them closely." "And I am to be paid well for this, Senor Stockton?" "You shall not regret your faithfulness to me, my fine fellow. Depend on that." They sauntered back to the fires, where the coffee was now prepared and the men were ready to eat. Sitting on the ground, they ate and drank and chatted with the others. \Vhen 'hunger was satisfied, cigar ettes were again rolled and lighted. Sddenly, out of the darkness, came a cal) that made those seven men start as if touohed with electricity. Their hands seized their ready weapons. "H ala, comrados !" cried a voice. "Be not dis turbed; it is I, your friend." There was the click of a horse's hoof striking a stone, and a moment later they beheld the hazy out lines of a man and horse, the former leading the latter, as both drew near. "Who is it?" they asked one Stockton's face was dark and grim as his fingers gripped the butt of a pistol and he waited. The stranger came boldly into the firelight, and he, too, was a MeXican. With no little surprise, Stbckon recognized him. "Hang me if it isn't Pedro!" he muttered. "What in blazes is he doiIJg here ?" "Greetings, Senor Stockton," called the newcomer. "I have overtaken you at last. Long have I followed your trail." "How do you happen to be here, Pedro?" demanded the Mexican. "I have wished much to join you again, Senor Chief," was the answer. It is possible Pedro""noted with some uneasiness that several of the men were regarding him in anything but a friendly manner. He hastened to greet these men, speaking to each and all by name, and expressing his pleasure at again beholding them. They muttered among themselves, and failed to re spond to his greetings. "I am hungry, comrades," said Pedro. "Eat," invited Stockton. "One of the boys will take of your horse." A man silently rose from the ground, took the bridle from Pedto's hand, and led the horse away. Pedro seated hM11self, and was soon eating and drinking in a indicated his hunger. Still, he was not

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. wholly at his ease, and his restless eyes roved from face to face. He saw those men smoking in silence and gazing grimly at the blazing fagots. Stockton drew near, and flung himself on his side and elbow, with a blanket spread beneath him. "How did you find me, Pedro?" he asked. "I reached Quijano afth you had departed. When they told me how many men were with you, and that you had taken pac;k-mules, I knew it must be you were coming thither, and, as soon as possible, I rode to join you here." "Then you did not follow our trail all the way from Quijano?" "It was not necessary. I knew where to find you if I arrived in time, for the haunted cave is near." Stockton frowned. This fellow was one who knew the location of the cave and suspected that the treasure stolen from the pay train was hidden there. "I have not forgotten your promises to me, Senor Chief," reminded Pedro, "and I'm sure you have not forgotten how much I did for you. That act came near costing me dearly." "How so?" "When you had escaped I told Conchita it was I who set you free. I told her why I did so. I accused her of her treachery, and mocked her for her folly in caring for the American, who was already married, and. who was her." "What did she say to that?" "You should have seen her, sefior Oh, she was furious indeed! She was most beautiful in her wrath. Again and again she called me a fool. She informed me that already she knew the American to be married, for he had told -1her so." "Is that right?" asked Stockton indifferently. "Si, senor, it -is the truth. Still, my rage against the American did not abate, and I swore to kill him. I sought the opportunity, but, when I tried to my steel in1his body, he caught me by the wrist, and dis armed me. We struggled, but his strength was won derful. I was like a child in his hands. Then came Conc}lita, who told him J had aided you to escape, and I was thrown a prisoner into the room from which you fled. I thought they would take my life, for the anger of the America1; was terrible o behold. In that room I waited until they should come to destroy me. They did not come, for Conchita came first. She stole there secretly, and unlocked the door. She put her arms about me, and swore she loved me. Then she told me where already she had hidden a saddled horse which would take me a\vay to safety Thus I escaped, sefior, and now I am here with you." "You're bold, Pedro." "Why, sefior ?" Stockton glanced at the rest of the band. "You have ventured among the comrades you be trayed." "But I have your promise, chief. You swore to shielp me from their wrath." "Such a promise is easy to &'ive when one makes it to s!ve his own neck," muttered the gambler. Pedro now seemed most uneasy and apprehensive, and he continued to watch the men about him. Never theless, he did not hear the returning footsteps of the ;;.one who had taken the horse away. This m9-n came up bel;ind Pedro, and suddenly sprang upon his shoul ders, flinging him up on his back. In a twinkling the others were up and at the fellow who had betrayed them. He struggled desperately, but they soon sub dued him, and bound him securely, in spite of his pro tests and his appeals to Stockton. Through it all the gambler remained in the same reclining attftude, resting on his elbow, as he deliber ately rolled and lighted a fresh cigarette. z'Yout promise, Sefior Chief-your promise!" re minded Pedro, his voice shaking with fear. "Let's see what the boys think about it," said Stock ton coolly. Then Tony stood .up in the firelight. "There is but one fate foi: a traitor!" he cried. "This man betrayed us to our enemies. 'fhrough his action many of our comrades were slain. Their blood calls to us for vengeance !" "It was a mistake!" panted Pedro. "I have re pented, and I am sorry." "That is not enough," said Tony harshly. "Re pentance canqot atone for those who were slain." The others muttered hoarsely and ominously. Pedro's face was ghastly pale in the flickering fire light. Again he appealed to Stockton. "Will you go back on your word of honor, Sefior Chief?" he quavered. "No, no, you can't do that!" "A pledge to a traitor is worthless," said Stockton relentlessly. "You betrayed us once. How can we trust you again? You might do it another time. Vvho knows? Even now you may be here for that pur pose." "No, no!" protested the wretched prisoner. "I swear by the saints!" "'Who can believe you? Perchance you have lied about wha t happened after my escape. Perchance you

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1 18 TIP TOP WEEKLY. made a compact with Merriwell if he would not punish :v-ou, agreeing to aid him against us. No, Pedro, I shall not interfere. Your fate lies in the hands of your com rades." Then the Mexicans drew together, and muttered among themselves, while Pedro watched with sinking heart, hoping against hope. He saw them gather a little bunch of twigs, which were broken into various lengths. One man held these twigs in his hands, with the ends protruding, a9d the others drew from them, each taking a twig. When all had drawn, the twigs were measured, and immedfately two stepped apart from the others. One of these touched Pedro on the shoulder. "Come," he said. When the wretch refused to stir and lifted his voice in wild entreaties, they seized him, and dragged him to his feet. The two men who had thus been chosen by lot for the black task graspe d him, one on either side, and dragged him away into the darkness, while the others looked on silently, and Stockton calmly smoked his cigarette. CHAPTER X. IN THE HAUNTED CAVE. On the brink of a black chasm, the depths of which lay hidden in the darkness, the three men halted. "This is the place," said of them. "No, whimpered the terrified captive. "Spare me, comrades-spare me!" "It cannqt be," was the grim retort. "See, Pedro, it is dark down there. How far it is to the bottom we do not know. It will be easy for you to spring from the brink. When the bottom is reached, all will be ended." But the captive struggled and held back. "Then one of us must do the work!" muttered one of his companions. "Take your knife, Marti11.ez. It is you!" "I give you the honor, Miguel," said Martinez. "I shall do it. I have slept with Pedro's blanket cover ing me." "Then I must strike!" grated Miguel, as he pro duced the weapon. The captive fell on his knees at the very brink of the black gorge, whimpering piteously for his life. This was too much for Martinez, who whir led sud denly and fled into the darkness. Not so Miguel. He stood close to the victim and lifted the blade. At this moment something through the air, and struck Miguel, who flung up his hands with a chok ing, smothered cry, reeled backward, and went whirling into the black void of the gorge. Thus sayed at the moment he believed he was whis pering his last prayer to the holy saints, Pedro re mained on his knees like one turned to stone. His staring eyes beheld a shape coming through the gloom, followed closely by another. In a moment two men had reached him, one of whom paused and peered into the black depths of the gorge, while he muttered in disappointment: "Much fool to fall! Heap good knife gone with him." The speaker was an Indian, but his companion was a white man; and.. the white man touched. Pedro on the shoulder, as he spoke in a low tone. "That was a close call for you, my boy. You'll have to thank old Joe Crowfoot for your life. When sou get a chance, you better pay him for the good knife he lost." Pedro recognized the voice with a sensation of as tonishment that was mingled with both doubt and joy. "It is Senor' Merri well!" he huskily exclaimed. "Yes, Pedro," was the answer, in Frank Merriw'ell's voice, "it is I. You're a rascal, Pedro but we didn t fancy seeing you murdered in such a manner. I was inclined to shoot, but Crowfoot knew a better way, and the knife he hurled at your would-be executioner flew as straight as a buJlet." Pedro groveled at the young American's feet, and tried to kiss his hands. "You have saved me, senor!" he panted. "I swear by all the saints I'll not forget it! Those men I have called comrades doomed me to death, a?d I'll not forget that, either !" "Stand up," said Merry, as he aided the weak and shaking wretch to rise. "Let me see 1f I can't free your hands." When Pedro was liberated he would have embraced Frank Merriwell, but the American sternly held him off. "It's taking chances to trust you, my boy,'' said Frank; "but 'r'm going to give you one more show. It ever a man needed friends, you do, for you know what your fate be if you again fall into the hands of your late companions." "I sworn by the saints," said Pedro. "Again I will swear on the crucifix as I kiss it. You shall see that Pedro can keep an oath." "Heap better git a move on,'' muttered old Joe.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. "Mebbe somebody come back to find how job am done." "That's right," agreed Merriwell. "Come on, Pedro, and we'll get away from here." The terrible experiences through which the Mexican had passed made him stumble and reel like a drunken man as he followed his rescuers. The old Indian moved with the silence of tl:re wind, and the feet ot Merriwell made scarcely more noise. Finally they halted in the seclusion of a dark valley, and there Merdwell told Pedro how lite and Crowfoot had followed the trail of Stockton and his compan ions to that wild spot in the hills. As a trailer, the equal of old Joe did not live "We know Stockton has come here for the purpose of moving the treasure he stole from the pay train," said Merriwell. "It is our hope to take that treasure from him." "But you are only two, sefior," reminded the Mexi can. "There are seven of them." "Only six," said Frank. "One of them has met hjs j ust deserts. You forget that there are three of us, for we count on you now, Pedro." "Still it is three against six, and the six are led by that terrible man who is called The Wolf." "Even .The Wolf is not invincible. The trea sure----" "Hush, sefior !" breathed Pedro. "1 know where it is." "You exclaimed Merry eagerly; "you know where that treasure is concealed? "Si, senor." "Then you must lead us to it. By Jove if we can reach it first, we may fool Stockton!" "But how can you move 1t? It is heavy." "That's a problem for us, .Joe," said Frank. "Can we solve it?" For a few moments the old Indian seemed to medi tate. Finally he gave a .grunt and observed: "Bad men have heap g ood horses and mules. V./e take um." "That's a clever idea," nodded Merriwell. "But first let's find the treasure. I want to know where it is. I want to put my hands on it." "Not to-night! not to-night!" palpitated Pedro. "It is in the Haunted Cave. That cave is guarded by a spirit." "Show me the cave," came grimly from Merry's lips, "and a hundred spirits will not keep me from the treasure !" Pedro told him the story of the cave, and why it was shunned by those who knew of its existence. "All the better bpportunity for us to work to-night," said Frank. "It's hardly probable that Stockton can induce those men to approach the spot. Take us there, Pedro, at once. Remember your oath. Remember we saved your life. If you have an atom of courage, you should face this spook now." Pedro straightened up and flung back his shoulders. "C aramba It shall be done he cried, in a low tone. "Come with me." His knowledge of the locality proved accurate, for in something more than half-an-hour the three were standing before the mouth of the cavern, which was hidden by a rank growth of bushes. Parting these, Pedro showed them the lpw, dark opening to the cave, although his blood wa.s chilled by fear as he did so. "The treasure must be in there," he said. "I am sure it is." "Then we'll go in ," declared Merry. "No, no," protested Pedro, "not I Never!" "Yes, you will," said Frank, who even then did not care to leave the man alone Crowfoot told them to remain where they were, and slipped away into the gloom of the night. He was gone nearly twenty minutes, but when he returned he had two resiRous sticks of wood, which might serve them as torches. The torohes were lighted, and they prepared to enter the haunted cave. "I will go ahead," said Merri well. "You follow me, Pedro. Old Joe will bring up the rear." "I can't! I can't!" palpitated the Mexican. Frank turned and held his torch so the light fell fully on his own face, and that of Pedro. He looked straight into the Mexican's eyes as he said: "You will. Come." Crouching 10\y, he slowly entered the mouth of the cave, and, despite the fact that he was shaking in every limb, the Mexican followed. After them both came Crowfoot, with a torch in one hand and his long rifle in the other. Having proceeded a short distance, Frank found that the passage grew higher, and he was able to stand erect. It was a dry cave, although the air within it was chilled and caused Pedro's teeth to chatter. The passage wound to the right and then to the left, finally leading them into a small chamber; and there, on the ground at one side, was a pile of small leather sacks, stuffed to bursting. Without a Merriwell sprang forward touched them with his hand. He laughed at the feel of them. Turning, he thrust the torch into Pedro's shaking fingers, after which he lifted one of the sacks. It was very heavy, and Merriwell knew beyond question that they had found the stolen treasure. "If you had this money, Crowfoot," he smiled, "you could play poker with it to your heads content." "Heap much," said old Joe. "Um sure it money, Frank?" ''We'll make sure in a moment, said Merry, as he

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. examined the fastening of a sack. "Now, I don't think we need to, for they are all locked. It is best not to open them. Put your hand here, Crowfoot. You can feel the coin." The old Indian's eyes gleamed as he felt of the leather sacks. "Much money, much money," he said. "Injun not know there was so much anywhere." "Fortune is with us thus far," murmured Merriwell. "Now if it stays by u .s, and we can get out those horses and mules, we'll do our best to pack this money to the nearest railroad point. It's a job-a dangerous job. We'll have a lot of wolves howling on our trail." Of a sud'den Crowfoot gave a hiss and cocked his ear to listen. Neither Frank nor Pedro had heard a sus picious but after a few moments both fancied they could detect the faint murmur of voices. "Somebody come!" whispered Crowfoot. "Put out torches !" "The ghoef!" breathed Pedro, his teeth chattering more than ever. "Keep still, man," commanded Merry. ''It's ten chances to one that Stockton has come to investigate. If he finds.you and gets his hands on you, you know what your fate will be. Your safety depends on your silence. Out with the torches, Crowfoot!" A moment later the cave was plunged in darkness, and they crouched there, whiffing the smoke of the ex tinguished torches. CHAPTER XI. IN THE SILENT NIGHT. I The sound of. voices became more and more distinct. Listening intently, Merriwell decided that there were two men who had entered the cave, and one of these he knew was Stockton. The other must be a Mexican. "We have to shoot um," whispered Crowfoot. "Perhaps not," breathed Merriwell. "I'm going to try to frighten them. No matter what you hear, Pedro, hold your tongue and don't betray us." Ahe ad of them there was a gleam of light. Frank believed the moment to try his plan had come. A strange, hollow, awesome groan sounded through the oblong chamber and seemed to echo in the passage. Immediately one of the two men approaching uttered an exclamation in Spanish, and the sound of his voice told that he was stricken with terror. The other must have been surprised, but he swore softly in English. The awesome groan was repeated. Following this a ghostly voice was heard to utter these words in Spanish : ''Who comes here to disturb my rest ? Beware, lest the wrath of the dead fall upon you 1 : Out in the passage there was a second cry, and the sound of hastily retreating footsteps. Plainly Stock ton's Mexican comrade had fled, and soon the fading torchlight told that the gambler was following bjm. "Holy saints! what was it?'' whispered Pedro. "The voice was in the air! It was the spirit who spoke!" "Rats!" chuckled Frank Merriwell. "I'm not a spirit yet. I did the talking, and I think it curled their hair a little. I don't believe Stockton will be able to keep his friend anywhere in this vicinity. Let' s creep out, without lighting our torches, and see if they are gone." In truth, that awesome voice had filled Stockton's companion with the greatest terror. The gambler had succeeded in inducing Tony to accompany him to the cave, but when Tony fled, he turned and followed. Outside the caveril he overtook the Mexican, who seized him with quivering hands, as he gasped: "For the love of Senor Chief, let's get away from here! I told you that the place was guarded by the dead." Now, for all of his boasted nerve, Tom Stockton was not wholly without superstition, and he had felt his own blood turn icy cold in his veins. "All right, Tony," he said. "I don't believe there's anything to run. from, but you've lost your courage, and we'll go." "You heard it, chief, did you not?" questioned Tony. "Heard what?" "Heard the voice." "Oh, I heard something, but I believe it was the wind." "The wind, wind in the cave? How could that be?" "Didn't you ever hear of moaning caves, Tony?'' "Never, sefior." "There are such places. They are freaks of nature. Usually they have two openings, one by which the wind enters and the other by which it is drawn forth, ma kin g a groaning s o und. " Talk not to me of such things, Sefior Chief. It was not the sound we heard On rejoining their comrades, they found the men greatly perplexed for Miguel had not returned. This gave Stockton a feeling o f uneasiness, and he bade them search for him. Nevertheless, searching was vain, and they found no trace of the missing man who had been left to dispose of the trait or. Ere sleepin g Stockton himself walked down int o the little holl o w where the horse s and pack-animal s were picketed AIJ were grazing quietly, and the gam bler returned to the camp. With the fir s t su g gestion of day, Stockton rose and woke the others. "Start up the fire boys he said. "Look after the animals, and we 'll make ready for business. We must get a start as s o on as possible." While two of them built a fire, others lazily proceeded down into the valley to attend to the horses and mules. In a few moments thes{f men came rushing back, uttering cries of consternation. "What the devil is the ma t ter?" demanded Stockton, as he met them. What's this racket all about?'' "The horses, chief-the horses!"

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TlP TOP WEEKLY. 21 "Well, what about them?" "They are gone !" "Gone?" "Si, sefior." "Impossible!" "They are gone ad likewise the mules. There's not ci creature left." Stockto!l dashed down into the valley to satisfy himself. He found the men had spoken the truth. Not a beast was left. More than that, further investigation showed that half their outfits had been removed from beneath their very noses in camp. \VhJle they slept, these things had been taken a'Way.. It was the work of some one cleYer indeed. The rage of Stockton was unspeakable. He raved at them for a pack of sleepy fools, while they listened in sullen, discomfited silence. "It was the work of those.dogs, Miguel and Pedro!" cried the gambler. "They were friends once Miguel betrayed us and set Pedro free. Together they have stolen our animals, and the missing portion of the outfit." "It must be the truth, Sefior Chief," agreed Tony. "There is no other explanation of it." "A curse upon those treacherous whelps!" agreed Stockton. "When I find them, I'll snuff them both like that!" he snapped his fingers twice. But now another fear assailed him. "They knew of the haunted cave-at least, Pedro did. Perhaps those fools have tried to carry off some of the treasure. Come, boys, we must investigate." They followed him as he rushed away toward the cave. .On reaching the m o uth of the cayern, he paused only to light a torch. Although he appealed to Tony, the Mexican held back, and he was con:pelled to enter the ca v ern alone. A few minutes later he forth, his face wearing a terrible expression of fury. "What is it, chief?" asked Tony, awestruck by the look on the man's countenance. "I've been robbed !" answered Stockton harshly. "There's not a dollar of the treasure left in this cave!" CHAPTER XII. AT THE HEAD OF CONSTRUCTION. Two hundred men, Irishmen, negroes and Italians, were at work at the head of construction on the Cen tral Sonora Railroad. One mile back along the line was the big dining tent and the sleeping tents. Barney Mulloy, in overalls and flannel shirt, the lat ter open at the throaj, stood, his hands on his hips and a frown on his ho ne st face, wat chin g the men who were taking o Jers from the c o nstruction boss. Another man, with th e map of the Emer ald Isle on his face, approached Barney. "I say, Mulloy," he called, "where the divvil do you s'pose the construction train is?" Barney shook his head. "Hanged av. I know, Casey," he confessed, in his rich brogue. "Oi were thinking av thot meself." "We're after putting down the last rails, Barney, and the ties are all down. Av that train don't come in soon, there 'll be no more work th' day.1' "There do be something wrong, Casey," said Mul loy. "The train, wid a load of ties and rails, should av been here foive h<; mr ago." "Roight ye are, me bhoy. Phwat do ye think th' matther can be?" "More throuble wid the strikers, Oi fancy." "Perhaps The Wolf is behind it." "Mebbe so," nodded Mulloy. "Frank Merriwell had thot gint nicely thrapped, but The Wolf were slippery an' he escaped At least, that's phwat Gallup reported. Frank shtarted out on the trail of th' baste, an' Oi fhought he moight make it so warm for Mishter Stock ton thot nivver a bit of toime would Stockton have to bother us." "Gallup hasn't returned?" "No, Ephy wint away in search av Frank, and niv ver an oye have Oi put on him since. It's oneasy Oi am, Casey. Oi feel Oi'm not doing me juty. Oi'd loike to be wid Frankie -ahuntin' The Wolf." "Yer business is here, Mulloy, me son," said Casey ''You'd better lave thot other job to some one else. There'll be other throubles beside thim made by The Wolf av the company don't pay off the min soon. The strikers have made this crew oneasy, for they've been afther telling the boys th,ot nivver a cent av money will they git for their work." "Thot's4all rot, Casey. Mr. Scott has sint for the coin, and ivery mon of the sthrikers will be paid the minute it gits here." "It takes time to bring it, Mulloy. Mr. Scott were lucky when he got out av Mesquite with a whole skin. Do you know where he is now?" "Hush, Casey! He's in Espita. He's afther laying low there and giving orders. The grasers haven't lo cated him agin." "Shure if they do, he'll never be able to hold them off. There's O'Brien signaling to me. The tast rail is down. We'll have to knock off." "All roight," nodded Barney. "We'll knock off and go back to the tints to wait for the train." Ten minutes later the crew shouldered their tools and lined out jaggedly as they trudged down the tracks to ward the tents. There was some muttering among them as they spoke of the troubles the railroad was having, and discussed the assertion of the strikers that no money was forthcoming to pay for labor. Mulloy was in their midst, and he heard some of this talk. "Be afther up on thot, ye spalpanes !" he cried sharply. "lvery m o n of ye will be paid what he ea rns Oi give ye me word of honor for it." "What-a you know-a about that?" demanded an

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22 TIP TOP WEEKLY. Italian. "How you can-a say so, when you not-a see da monr' "I know the min behind the job," retorted Mulloy. "Av they wisht, they could buy the whole av Mexico." "Dat all-a right, all-a right," jabbered the Italian. "We like-a to see da mon." "No back talk, ye tarrier !" exclaimed the young Irishman, quickly, stepping nearer to the grumbler. "Oi don't like it, and Oi won't have it." The expression on his face silenced the man. Arriving at the tents, the laborei:s scattered them selves about, lighting their pipes and producing cards: Mulloy and Casey held a consultation. While they were talking, Barney suddenly lifted his hand to his eyebrows, shading his eyes from the sun light, as he gazed away across the broken plain. "There do be some one coming," he observed. "It's a gint on horseback." "Oi can't see him," said Casey, squinting hard in an effort to see the approaching man. "Yer eyes aren't as good as mine," chuckled Mulloy. "Where are me field-glasses? Oi d like to take a look at him." Mulloy hurried into one of the tents and came forth with a fine pair oI field-glasses, which he adjusted and leveled on the.horseman, who was now a small, dark speck in the distance, occasionally appearing plainly, and then disappearing from view as he descended into a hollow. a time Barney muttered : "It's not a Mexican. Oi know the way the grasers ride. This chap is awkward in the saddle." Five minutes later he cried: "Oi do belave on me soul thot it's Gallu I" Gallup it proved to be, Ephraim rode up on a weary horse, both man and beast being covered with dust. "Haow are ye, Barney?" he called. "Haow's things going?" "Bad, Ephy, bad, me bhoy," answered Mulloy. "Is it news yez bring us? Oi hope i't's good news." Gallup awkwardly swung out of the saddle, seeming stiff and sore. "Dinged if it's much news," he added, with a doleful intonation. "Yez didn't find no trace av Frankie?" "Waal, I followed him into a measly little place called Quijano. That is, I kinder reckoned he went there, but, arter I reached Quijano, I couldn't find a blessed soul who had seen nothin' of him. All the same, Stock ton had been in that town, where he picked up a lot of horses and pack-mules and started out with six men. Where he was baound for nobody knowed. \\That's the matter here, anyhaow? Why ain't the men to work?" Mulloy explained. And Gallup looked far from pleased when he found that labor had ceased because the construction-train had not arrived with ties and rails. "Ye might be keepin' the men gradin'," he said. "Av ye'll take a look at the line of dirrut that we've struck out at the head av the rails, ye'JJ see why we knocked off." "Waal, mebbe it won't do no hurt to let 'em rest some," said Gallup. "I'm hungry enough to eat a baked booth eel." Together he and Mulloy entered the dining tent, where Galiup's hunger was finally appeased. The sun was fast sinking toward the western hori zon when Casey came rushing into the tent and an nounced that other horsemen were approaching. "I can't make aout how many there are:" he said, "but it looks like there might be fifteen or twenty av them." Mulloy and Gallup quickly followed him from the tent. He pointed toward the northeast, where they plainly saw moving figures and a light cloud of dust. "They're afther hurrying some!" muttered Mulloy, as he trained the field-glasses in that direction. "How many av them are there?" inquired Casey. Mulloy did not reply at once, but, after a few mo ments, he announced : "Oi can't make aout more .than three riders, but, on me soul, there are a dozen bastes. It looks like a pack train. Av Oi m not mistaken, they av a lot of loaded mules strung out in a line, and they're hurrying as hard as they can, at thot." "Mebbe they're enemies," suggested Gallup. "They may make trouble for us, Barney. Where are your shooting-irons? Ain't ye got none?" "Shure we have. The whole outfit is packed in the cook's tint, where he kapes watch av them. We didn't think it good judgmint to Jet the ti-Jin have weapons." "Can't ye trust none of them r' "Oi s'pose there might be twinty or thirty good, honest Irishmen in the bunch." "Then, by gum, you'd better arm them Irishmen and make ready for a fuss." This struck both Mulloy and Casey as a wise sug gestion, and they lost no time in hurrying among the laborers, picking out such men as they believed trust worthy. These were mostly Irishmen, but among them were two or three Italians and one negro. Having singled out these men, they led them to the cook's tent and armed them with rifles and revolvers. This done, Mulloy again made haste to bring his field-glasses to bear on the approaching strangers. Almost immediately he gave a sharp cry. "Oi understand why they're in such a divvil of a hurry," he declared. "They're pursued! Oi see six min coming afther them!" By this time the men of the railroad were able to ob serve with the naked eye what was taking place. They saw the burdened pack-mules driven onward by three men, who s e behavior indicated that they were doing their best to escape from the pursqing horsemen. Mulloy's blood began to grow 'i'arm in his veins. "Begorra it's a fight we'll have av Oi'm not mis taken!" he cried. "Look, Gallup, did yez see thot? One of thim horsemin fired on the gints wid the pa<;kmules."

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 23 Ephraim had plainly seen the puff of smoke which indicated that one of tli.e pursuers had fired a shot. These pursuers rapidly drew nearer to the fugitives, in spite of the efforts of the latter to drive the bur dened pack-animals fast enough to prevent such a thing. Finally there were several puffs of smoke, and to the ears of the watching railroad builders came the faint, far-away cracking of rifles. "The spalpanes who are doing the shooting are grasers as shure as ye live, bhoys !" shouted Mulloy "They re bandits, and Oi 'll stake me loife" on it! Come on, Casey! Cqme on, Gallup! It's up to us. We must trot aout there and take a hand in the scrim mage." "This is the gol-dingedest country for fighting I ever see," grumbled Ephraim. "If it keeps up, I bet a Hubbard squash I'll get a lead pill between my ribs. Dinged if I don t eenmost wish I was ter hum on the farm !P In spite of his words, Gallup was with the foremost of the armed men who trotted from the tents to take part in the encounter. One of the fugitives was a picturesque figure, riding a black horse and sitting like a Centaur in the saddle. Behind him flapped a red blanket, which seemed at tached to his shoulders. "It's a graser, an American and an Injun !" mut tered Mulloy. Even as Barney spoke, the man of the red blanket reined his horse about, lifted his rifle, and fired. "Hooroo !" shouted Mulloy, jumping into the air as he ran. "That gint can shoot some Did yez see how neat he picked one av the grasers out av the saddle?" Having fired the shot that tumbled one of the pur suers to the dust, the owner of the red blanket whirled in behind his companions, seeming to hold himself read y to repeat his act if the enemy pressed too close. That shot caused the pursuers to falter, but evidently they were urged on by their leader, who had seen the armed laborers rushing forth rom the tents. Five pursuers remained, and they were incited to a reckle ss charge by their leader. This time the man of the red blanket was not alone when he turned to fire. Another of the three fugitives turned also, and their weapons spouted smoke. Two horses went down. The third fugitive rode along among the mules, be laborin g them with a whip and yelling at them to force them into greater speed "Holy Saint Pathrick Oi think thot will sthop the grasers for awhoile !" cried Mulloy. Stop them it did. In spite of all their leader could do, they refused a charge in the face of such unerring shooting. In disgu st, the leader stopped his horse and emptied a pistol after the fugtives. Then turned back, and rode away behind the retreating Mexicans, who had picked up their two unhorsed comrades. A few minutes later the arme'd laborers reached the fugitives. Both Mulloy and Gallup rushed straight toward one of them, whom they recognized, for all of the dust and grime which covered him from head to heels. "Frankie, be bhoy, it's tickled ter death Oi am to se e yez !" cried Barney. "Yes, gol-ding your pate! where have yeou been?" spluttered Gallup. Frank Merriwell leaped out of' the saddle and shook hands with them, laughing with relief and satisfac tion. "As you see," he said, "we've been having a warm time with The Wolf." "And phwat have yez on your mules?" questioned Barney. "Hush!" murmured Frank, bending toward the young Irishman. "Those mules are loaded with money." "The divvil ye say!" "It's the treasure stolen from the pay train," ex plained Merriwell. "With the aid of Crowfoot and that Mexican, I found out where it was hidden in a ca ve, secured the mules and part of the horses belong ing to Stockton's crowd, and here we are. Had we been able to get hold of all of the horses, we'd have had no trouble. Two of them got away, and Stockton must have recovered the animals. They enabled him to ride to some ranch and secure others for his gang. Then they took up our trail, and you saw the finish." Mulloy was filled with astonishment and admiration over Frank's success in recovering the stolen treasure. "Phwat are you going to do wid it, Merry?" he in quired, in a guarded tone. "I'm going to pay off the laborers, and break the strike on this road," was the answer. CHAPTER XIII. FRANK DELIVERS THE MONEY. The sacks of coin were placed in the cook's tent that night, and guarded by the armed men chosen by Mulloy and Casey. All through the night Merri well sat with a rifle across his knees and the treasure before him, never once closing his eyes in sleep. Wrapped in his old blanket, Crowfoot slept near by, having complained that he. was "much old" and "heap tired." At intervals, however, the aged Indian softly opened one eye and rolled it around inquiringly, follow ing whioh, he seemed to slumber again. Merriwell knew that -at the slightest indication of trouble old Joe would be wide-awake and ready to do his part in de fense of the treasure. Evidently Stockton knew better than to attempt an attack, so the night passed without incident. Mulloy came peering into the tent with the first suggesti o n of daylight. "It's a nighthawk ye are, Frankie," he declared. ''Oi

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' 24 TIP T O P \VEEKL Y. wanted t o s p e ll y ez, but ye wouldn t hear to it. Ye mu s t be completely done up .. O h, I thi nk I'm good for another night of it, if nece ss a ry," was the answer. "Still I'm willing to catch a few winks now, if you'll take my place until bre akfa st." Frank dropped off to sleep the moment he rolled h i mself i n a blanket, and he did not open his eyes until Barne y shook him and announced that breakfast was ready Old J oe sat guard by the treasure while Merry and t he others ate in the dining tent with the laborers. Mulloy had explained the situation to Frank, telling how the men waited in vain on the previous day for a c onstruction-train "We'll take possession of the first train that comes i n, said Frank, "and move the money out of these p a r ts." "Phwat if no train comes?" questioned Barney. "Then we 'll have to move the stuff on these pack mules; and I want every trusty man you have as a treasure guard. I shall want them just the same in case a train does come. You are to select the men Barney, but you are to inform them that I'm their leader and they must take orders from me." "Oi'll do that same, Frankie. Lave it to me." "When you have them picked out I wish you would call them apart by themselves and let me talk to them." Thirty minutes later Merriwell was surveying a @and of rough-looking fellmYs chosen by Mulloy "Men," said Frank, "I want you for a special duty. There may be danger co11nected with it. Mulloy tells me he thinks you trustworthy to the last man. You are all armed. To begin with, I'm going to tell you what I want of you, so you 'll understand your duty. Those sacks in the cook's tent contain the money stolen from the pay train some time ago I have been fortu nate enough to regain possession of it. That money is due the laborers who are now on strike. I propose to s e e that every man is paid off at the earliest pos s ible moment. To do this, I must take this money back to Mesquite or some other town where the payment can be made. It must be properly guarded, and you are the men c hosen to act as over it. If a train comes in, we'll put it aboard and take it to Mesquite or Espita to-day. Every man who accompanies me as one of the guard shall be palid fifty dollars for his service. I give you my pledge to see that you receive this promised sum. If there are any among you who do not care to take part in this business let them withdraw now." Not a man moved "Begorra, ye may depind on the whole av us!" cried an I rishman. "Dat's right boss," grinned the negro. "If dere's any fightin', yo' bet we'll make it good and warm. Yah yah yah !" "Dat all-a righta," c hattered an Italian. "Fifty do!' good-a da mon'. \Ve like-a it." Frank smil e d with satisfaction It's sett l ed, then," he said. "We'll wait until noon for a train. If none comes, we'll start out with the mules this afternoon The sun had climbed well into the eastern sky when, far away, they detected a hazy line of smoke. A little later the whistle of a locomotive was heard, and soon the train came into view. \Vhen train arrived, however, there was no lit tle surprise to note that it was made up of a locomo tive and two box cars. It was not a construction train, and the men listened eagerly for an explanation from the engineer. The engineer and fireman seemed the only men with the train. The former was a thin, shifty eyed fellow by the name of Bronson. "Where are our rails and ties, Bronson?" demanded Mulloy, the moment the engine came to a full stop. The engineer stood on the step 0f the cab as he an swered. "I don't believe you'll get any more ties and rails for awhile," he said, with a grin. "The strikers have seized them and placed armed guards over them. We can't move anything." "Then phwat are ye doing here wid this sort av a train?" warmly questioned Barney. "Well, some of us kinder reckoned you people would be ready to quit work. We're here to take you away." "Is thot so?" cried the young Irishman. "Well, be gorra, we're going to stay here and finish this job!" "Oh, do as you like about that," said Bronson with an insolent air. "I'm going back in thirty minutes. I stay here just long enough to shift the engine to the other end of these cars." Having made this statement, Bronson stepped back into the cab, while the fireman climbed over the c o al to the rear end of the tender, where he crouched over the coupling that connected the cars with the engine The engineer called to one of the laborers, who sprang into the gap. "Harris," he said, "I want you to throw that switch for me. I'm gG>ing to run the engine onto the spur and let the cars go past on the main line. You know how to handle a switch." "I should say I did," nodded Harris. "All right, come ahead and attend to it." Harris leaped off and trotted down to the switch. In the meantime, Merriwell was holding a consultation with Mulloy. The engineer gave a clang at the bell and began backing up. He backed some distance and stopped. A. moment later he came on again, and, as soon as the train received sufficient impetus, he applied the locomo tive brake, which permitted the fireman to pull the coupling-pin. Then the engine shot ahead onto the short spur track, which had been opened by Harris. Immediately Harris closed the switch, and the two cars ran past on the main line, the fireman having climbed the iron ladder of one of them that he might put on the brake. The locomotive backed off the switch and ran down to couple onto the cars.

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 25 By this time Merriwell was ready, and he onto the locomotive to speak to Bronson. "We ha.ve some stuff to be moved,' he said. "A part of the men will accompany us. Stop opposite the tents." "AH right, sir," said Bronson, "just as you say." When the train came to a stand near the tents, tne men chosen as the treasure guard appeared, two at a time, ca,rrying the leather sacks of money. These sacks were loaded into one of the two cars. When this work was completed, Ephraim Gallup re mained on the car. He was armed with a rifle and a brace of heavy revolvers. "Close the door, Frankie," he said. "I'll fasten her on the inside, and Heaven have mercy on anybody who tries to git in until.I hear you say open it!" The door was closed and fastened. Then the men chosen to guard the treasure climbed into the other car, which was next to the locomotive. Frank swung up the steps into the engine. "Bronson,'' he said, "we have a valuable load. Do you know where Watson Scott citn be found?'' "Yes, sir; I understand he is in Espita." "Then through to Espita we go. Don't stop for anything or anybody until we reach there. If we land safely in Espita, you shall have a hundred dollars and your fireman fifty." "All right," said Bronsort; "I'll land you there, you bet!" Merriwell sprang off and entered the car with the pther armed men. Leaning from the OP.en side door, he \va ved his hand. "All right, engineer," he called. Bronson gave a pull at the whistle cord, and the whistle of the locomotive shrieked. The fireman clanged the bell, and the train began to move. "Begorra, here we go!" chuckled Mulloy. "This is Frank Merriwell's pay train. Oi'm bettin' me loife that yez settle the throuble on this road to-day, Merry, me bhoy." The road-bed was rough and unsettled, and the cars rocked and reeled over the rails when Bronson opened the throttle wide and obtained good headway. Twenty miles were covered in a trifle more than thirty minutes, which was astonishing time, considering the roughness of the road. Suddenly it seemed to Frank that the train gave a slight jump and shot onward with increased speed. "Something's wrong!" he muttered. A moment later he was at the open side door of the box car. Leaning out, he looked back, and a cry came from his lips, for he saw that the rear car was no longer attached to the train. Climbing the ladder to the top of the car was a man, and this man he recognized as the fireman from the locomotive. "Treachery!" grated Merriwell. Immediately he turned toward the locomotive. Bronson, the engineer, was leaning from the c a b win-dow . "Sfop !" shouted Frank. "Stop this train!" The engineer glanced back at him, and laughed de fiantly. 'Tin bound for Espita !" he shouted. ''You told me not to stop for anything or anybody." Jerking a pistol from its holster, Frank continued t o lean out of the open door, while he leveled the weapon at the engineer. "Stop, or I fire!" rang out his threat. "Fire away!" flung back Bronson. "You couldn't hit me in an hour!" Nevertheless, he promptly withdrew from the win dow. "Phwat is it, Frank?" palpitated Mulloy. Merriw.ell explained the situation, and his words cre ated great excitement in the car "They've cut the pay-car loose,'' he said. "You all know what that means. They'll break it open and plunder it. Gallup will be murdered!" "Well, av this ain't the divvil's own scrape!" mut tered Mulloy. "Phwat are we going to do, Merry, me bhoy ?" "We've got to stq>p that infernal, treacherous en gineer!" "Will yez tell us how it can be done?" Minutes were precious now, and Frank knew it. The engineer was driving the locomotive at the highest possible speed, regardless of all peril. There's only one way," Merry finally decided. "Somebody must get onto that engine and stop it." "How can it be done?" questioned Barney. "I'll try it," said Merry. "Get hold of me, two or three of you, and give me a lift. I'm going to try to climb onto the top of this car." They followed his directions, two of them lifting him, while others held them to keep them from being jostled out of the open door. He clutched the edge of the roof, and they pushed him higher and higher in an effort to accomplish the task. The roof, however, 'was smooth and slightly sloping, an9 he could obtain no hold for his hands. The engineer discovered what was taki11g place. "Get down!" he yelled furiously. "If you don't, I'll drill you !" A moment later a bullet whistled past Merriwell's head. Merry was n t greatly disturbed, for he realized t}:lat it would be more by accident 'that anything else if Bronson succeeded in hitting him under such circum stances. Finally he managed to pull one of his feet free from the men who were lifting him and drew a knee up over the edge of the car. They gave him a last boost, and he was upon the car. In the meantime, Bronson had emptied his revolver, and he saw that Merriwell was determined to succeed. This being the case, he closed the throttle and applied the brakes. The train slowed down. Bronson swung down the steps and made a leap to the ground. He went sprawling, leaving the engine to reel onwa rd over the rails

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z6 TIP TOP WEEKLY. A moment later Merriwell reached the window of the cab, kicked it open, and crept in. The train came to a stop near one of the little box like stations where there was a siding. The moment it stopped, the armed men leaped from the car. "Phwat are we going to do now?" cried Casey. "The car with the money must be eight or tin miles back." "Pull that coupling-pin, Mulloy," directed Frank. "We're going to drop this box car. Open the switch for me and let me run through." Barney stood on the engine steps until 'the siding was reached. He had a supply of keys, and one of these opened the lock. Frank sent the engine onto the siding, Mulloy swinging up to the step as it reached him. At the other end of the siding, Mulloy sprang down, and once more applied himself to the switch, after which Merry ran out onto the main line. The armed guard was on hand. "Are yez going to hook onto the car?" asked Barney. "We can't stop for the car," said Merry. "Let every man possible get aboard the tender. Come on, Mulloy; I want you to shovel coal for me." "Oi'm your fireman, Merry," said the Irish lad, as he rolled up his sleeves. As swiftly as he dared, Frank pulled open the throttle, and the engine gathered speed with each pass ing second. Away they hummed over the rails the armed men fingering their weapons and seeming ready for anything that might take place. Only a few minutes were required in that run but to frank those minutes seemed hours. He held the throttle wide open as they swept round a sharp curve at hair-lifting speed. Suddenly they came into full view of the pay-car. A shout went up from the men on the locomotive. A dozen men were around car, seeking to open the door with sledges and axes. Two or three were firing at the car, with the evident intention of intimi' dating the lone guard of the treasure who was inside. A short distance away other men were guarding a number of horses. This indicated that the attempted robbery had been well planned. While Frank Merriwell guarded the treasure through the night, The Wolf had been at work. "Ready, ye tarriers !" shouted Mulloy, as he caught a glimpse of what was taking place. The robbe;s seemed bewildered at the sight of the returning locomotive. They ceased their assault upon the car, and gave every evidence of confusion. A tall, blond-mustached man sought to urge them on, but the appearance of those armed men packed on the tender of the locomotive proved too much for the rascals, and they rpade a rush for their horses. Even before the engine came to a full stop, those men were in the saddle and taking flight. The treasure guard uttered a yell, and fired a scat tering volley after them . Frank sprang down, and rushed to the side of the pay-car. "Gallup!" he called. "Are you
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Owing to the number of letters received, the editors of Tip Top cannot undertake to secure their publication under six weeks. Those who contribute to this department must not expect to see them before that time. I have read the TIP ToP for a long time, though not steadily. I think it is the rea l book for young and o ld as well. I have read most other kinds of the five-cent books, but the T1P ToP i> ahead of them all. I say, let Burt L. put the characters just as he sees fit, a nd not have so many expressions of opinion on the subject. I hope Dick and Brad will soon come back to Fardale and make old Chet Arlington's wool fly if he is still at Fardale. I ju st finished r eading No. 492, and agree with Richard C. Daily. Please send me your catalogue as soon as possible. If any one can read the numbers where Frank wa s up in the mountains guarding his mines and dodging bad men, and then not like the TIP ToP, I think he is a poor judge of reading mat ter. I would like 'to ge t all of the back numbers of the T1P ToP, but that would be impossible, so r shall buy as many of the ten-cent books as I can. I would like to have some o f the readers write to me, and will try to answer all their l etters. Hoping this letter misses the waste-basket, and with three cheers and a tiger for Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith and the TIP ToP, I remain, a true Tip Topper, EUGENE HILLS. Clovis, Cal. The golden West sends out a s-reat number of appreciative letters from our yo ung friends, a nd h ere is one from the C a li fornia country so famous for its fine raisins. After having read most of the TIP ToPs, I have come to the conclusion that they are fit for a king to read. Burt L. Standish is the greatest tory-w rit e r living. His char acter of Dick Me rriw ell is unsurpassed by any other character in print. In fact, his s tori es are wQnderfully portrayed, ,.his description of Dick's friends and enemies is perfect, and all his names fit his characte r s well. The publishers should feel proud of such a book. If I now was to stop reading TIP ToP I am .. ure that I should be troubled with insomnia and heartache. My favorites are Frank and Buck, and Dick and Brad. I hope that Dick reaches Fardal e right soon and plays football. I have two more wishes coming: T hat the TIP ToP will never stop 1:/eing published, and that other, that Dick will reach Fardale and oust Arlington I would like to get the-TIP TOP, from No. I up, to save. If I can, please let me know and I will order them. If you cannot supply the first few I wish you would let me know the numbers you can supply. Well, as I am taking up too much space in your va luabl e Applause column, I will close, with c h eers for Burt L. Standish and TIP ToP I remain, FRED F. PARSONS. Cleburne, Tex. TIP ToP is not only fit to be read by a king, but is r ead by several thousand kings every week. What greater king can r ead the TIP ToP WEEKLY than "Young America"? Our future gov erno rs, Presidents, captains of irldustry and other great men read TIP ToP. These are the king s who now are the readers of the ever-popular library. You can get any issue of TIP ToP beginning with No. 3I2. I have been a constant reader of your wonderful weekly for years, an d must say words are inadequate to expres s my thanks for the great and only TIP ToP WEEKLY, the best weekly of .its kind publi s hed in the world. The T1P Top has been a blessing to me in more than one way. I had formed a habit of smoking "coffin tacks." But since using your wonderful remedy, which can be found in TIP ToP WEEKLY, will-power, s tick-to it-ivene ss and other qualities too numerous to mention, I have been cured. T1P ToP reader, be a man, mouse or a long-tailed rat. 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I will now clos e hoping this lett e r won't find tha t waste-basket. Wishing every one connected with dear old TIP ToP a long and happy life, respectfully, J. ( PoP .) H. Birmingham, Ala. You are a faithful worker and have succeeded admirably in convincing ot h ers that TIP ToP is the only library for them to read. Having a good subject to talk about, we do not he sitate to s ay that your own eloquence have helped a whole lot. \Ve are pleased to add you r name to the Roll of Honor. Having been a reader of TIP ToP for about eight years, I think it about time I was writing a little for the Applause column.

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28 TIP TOP WEEK LY. I like Frank and his crowd the best, and would like to he a r more about them 1 like Dick and his friends all right, but havirrg read more about Frank, I c a nn o t h e lp b e i ng a l i ttle p a r tial to him. I am getting a collecti o n of po s t-cards, and w ould like to exchang e with all TIP ToP readers. Hop ing to s e e th i s in print soon, I w ill close, with luck to Burt L. Sta nd is h a nd Street & Smith. Yours, FRED F. BLAKE. ISI2 East Tenth Street, Kansas City, Mo. Your name will be put on the Roll of Honor as a reward for having read TIP ToP so long You can look upon yourself as one of the "veterans" among TIP TOP readers I have been a pleased reader of your "king of weeklie s for a long time I think it the be s t boy s paper publi s hed. I like the Merriwe!ls and all their friend s Chester Arlington h as some good points and I am sorry he has been e xpell e d fro m school. I think Rob Rioden a snob He ought to be kicked out of Fardale. I think it would be nice to print the n a mes of the b ack nu ma her s There are quite a fe w I wo uld like but do n o t kno w t h e numbers of them. I would like to correspond with some of the readers of TIP ToP. I have a fine collection of s ouv enir p os t-cards, and if a n y o f the readers will send me s ome, I will gladly send them ot h e r s in return. Can send interesting ones of Massachu s ett s sc en e r y o r of our fishe ries. Wishing good luck to Burt L. Standish, Street & Smith ot her Tip Toppers I remain RuFus E. THOMA S 3 Maple Street, Glouces ter, Mass A catalogue of all the back numbers of TIP ToP now in print will be mailed to you in a few days. H a ving this you will b e abl e to pick out what old stories y ou ca r e to read which you failed to get at the time they w e re fir s t published. A little over four years ago a friend asked me to read o ne c o py of TIP ToP. I did so, a nd fr o m that time un ti l n ow h ave n e v e r missed one s ingle copy, but up until n ow h a ve b e en one of the "silent admir e rs," as this is my fir st l et t e r to the Ap plause. I admire, yes, I love the characters in TIP ToP as much a s if I were personally acquainted with each one. I h a ve foJlowed Dick and Bra d through all their troubles, tri a ls a nd vict o r ie s and it doesn't seem as if I am reading of them but am actu a lly with them. The masterly manner in which Burt L. Standis h portrays these ch:i.racters is something wond e rful. The p lo t and action of these stories, together wi t h their path os a nd hum o r, all go to show the wonderful abillty of our de a r autho r T he stories of Frank and his crowd are grand, inc o mp a r a bl e exce pt with Dick and hi s followers. I follow both c rowd s with t h e utmost interest, but it seems as if the storie are b etter sin c e Dick and Brad are nearing Fardale once a g ain. I have used a good deal of your space th a t i s if thi s mi ss es the dreadful waste-basket, so w on't imp o se o n your ki ndn ess my firs t time. Give Brad, "that ma g nificent son o f tne Lone Sta r State," the best of his feJlow Texan. With be s t w i s h e s for Street & Smith and our able author, Burt L Standi s h I remain a true Tip Topper, RoY R. BALL. Texarkana, Tex. A remarkable letter, which shows that the writer ha s the power of expre s sing his thoughts gracefull y and n eatly. App a r e n t ly you have been a close student of Mr. Standi s h' s s t y le during the last four years. We enjoy reading this your first letter to us and hope that you will favor us with a second some time in the fy.ture ,, I have read the TIP ToP from No. I to date, and I think it i s the best story paper that is on the market. I think if you wo uld start a correspondence club, or a po s t-card e xc h a nge it w o uld be a good thing. I would like to exchang e po s tc ard s with any one who wishes to exchat;tge. All cards answered promptly. Yours, Tuos. L. BLACKBUIIN. I68g Perrysville Avenue, Allegheny, Pa. Your idea is a good one but most readers would prefer t o write direct to each other. We publish your addre s s so that others can communicate with you a t once. Having read TIP ToP for qu ite a while, but never having given my opinion in Applau s e I th o ug ht I w o uld do so now. In the firs t place, I think TIP ToP is a model weekly b o th for m o r a l and amusing quali ties, and all is due to Burt L Standish. H o ping to se e thi s in App la u se I now, with three ch eers for T I P ToP Frank, Dick and Burt L., D S B Watkins, N Y. You have di s covered s ome of the reason s why TrP T o P is a model boy's paper and Wf! compliment you on your di sce rn ment. If you take the M e r r iwells as your own models y o u will make n o m is t a ke. Not h av in g see n a ny l e tters fro m thi s t ow n I t hou ght I uld write This i s my fir s t l ette r TIP ToP to r mer And Mr. Rup ert Chi c k er ing and h is ge ntl e men comrades yo u speak of a r e n o goo d I nev er did like t o r ead a bout th em. I a m g l a d M r Standi s h has cut t h e m l o ut. Well, I will t ell wh o my favorite i s-Fra nk. H odg e is all 0 K. I l i k e t o se e a n y o n e with goo d n e r ve, an d h e has p leqt y of that. Dick i s all right, a n d what i s wrong with Bra d B., he i s a littl e gassy; b u t he is t h e r e w ith th e g r a p s w hen h e i s nt>eded. I lik e C a p n Wil ey all ri g ht a nd o ld J oe Crowfoot. I wo uld l ike t o hea r some m o r e -0f h i m W ell, 1 will close Best wishes t o a ll true TIP To P r ea d e r s a n d Burt L. S., P u rcell I. T J. ALLE N W e w o uld lik e t o ge t m o r e l ette r s fr om you r part of t he cc untry, so t h a t Ind i a n Terri to ry w ill n o t be n eg l ecte d jus t because the readers of TIP Top d own there h av e been too bus y read i n g about the Merri w ell s to h a v e time to write about t h e m Not h aving see n any l e t ters o f A ppl a u se fr o m thi s c ity, I thou g h t I would wri te you a few l ines. I h ave be'en r ea din g the TIP ToP o nl y l a t e ly, t o my regret h av i ng only b o u g h t a few c o pi es. Whe n I read it t h e first t i me, I th o u ght it th e most idea l pu b lic a ti o n that I e ver he a rd o f If s o m e of t h e re ade r s wou l d l i k e t o fro m No. I, I h ave Nos. I 8 3 479 a n d 4&'l which I cou l d give in ret urn. I a l so h ave so m e o f th e books whic h I wo u ld like to t r a d e in fo r bac k numbers. H op in g to hea r fr o m some reade r s of t h e b est p a p e r eve r p ubl i s h ed, I w i ll close, wit h best w i shes t o Bu r t L. a nd S & S. I r e m a in , I4 Butl e r Build i ng D et r o i t M ich R. ENGLISH. W e ha ve h ad a numb er o f l ett er s from your ci t y but your no t having seen the m i s ac counted fo r by the fact that y o u ha ve b eg un t o read T I P Top only lat e ly H av in g w rit te n t o the Ap p lause c 9 lumn once, a nd fa ilin g to see m y letter i n print, will w ri te aga in, h op in g t o see t hi s o n e in print. Burt L. Sta ndish is i n di s put a b ly o n e o f th e grea t es t writ e r s th e worl d h as eve r pro d u c ed. He i s e x c e lled by none a nd his e qu a l s a r e ew. T h e TIP ToP i s un do u bte d ly th e b e s t r eading ... printe d in A m erica. I t well d eserves its na me; c e r t ainly i s o n top. I h av e bee n r eading it onl y a short w hile, bu t w i ll c ontin u e to r ea d i t as long a s I can r ea d I 1 i ke all of the c h a r act ers, wit h the .exception of a f ew. With three c hee r s for Burt L. Sta ndi s h a nd Street & Sm it h I r e m a in Cou s hatta L a A B o Y FROM THE PELICA N STATE. The m ore yo u read TIP ToP the m o r e y o u will e n j oy it. It i s a co nstant sou r c e o f wo n de r an d de l ight, e ve r fresh and charm in g like the fir s t ro s e s of the seas on. I read quit e a number of yo ur TIP T o P WEEKLIES, a nd I li ke th e m all, espec ially th e b aseball a n d foo tb all s t ories It is ri ghtly n a med ; it cert a inl y t ip t op. I li ke B r a d Bu c khart, D i ck, Cap'n Wiley, H al Darrell D ave Flint,' T u b bs and Bruce Browni ng. I think June i s t h e girl for Dick. I am anxio u s to know if Di c k ge t s b ac k to Fard a l e all ri g ht. Hopin g to see this in the Appl a u se co lum n I w ill close, with three c heer s fo r Burt L. Standi s h a nd Street & Smi th. Send m e your Center v ille, Ma s s F11En L. WEST. A catalogue will be m a iled you at once. O f c o ur se i t l oo k s r a th e r st r an g e t o he a r o f a c o l ored boy g i v i ng Applau s e t o t h e Trr ToP as J h ave neve r seen any rnl ore d b oy s n a m e on th e R oll o f Hon or. I h ave bee n read i ng

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28 TIP TOP WEEKLY. I like Freded. I like Cap'n Wiley all right, and old Joe Crowfoot. I would like to hear some more -0 him Well, l will close. Best wishes to all true TrP ToP readers and Burt L. S., Purcell, I. T. J. ALLEN. vVe would like to get more le !ters from your part of the ccuntry, so that Indian Territory will not be neglected just because the readers of TIP ToP down there have been too busy reading about the Merriwells to have time to write about them. Not having seen any letters of Applause from this city, I thought I would write you a few lines. I have blen reading the TIP ToP only lately, to my regret, having only bought a few copies. When I read it the first time, I thought it the most ideal A little over four years ago a friend asked me to read one publication that I ever heard of. If some of the readers would copy of TIP ToP. I did so, and from that time until now have like to tra.de from No. I, I have Nos. I83, 479 and 488 which never missed one single copy, but up until now have been one I could give in return. I also have some of the books which of the "silent admirers," as this is my first letter to the ApI would like to trade in for back numbers. Hoping to hear plause. from some readers of the best paper ever published, I will close, I admire, yes, I love the characters in TIP ToP as much as if with best wishes to Burt L. and S. & S. I remain, I were personally acquainted with each one. I have followed I4 Butler Building, Detroit, Mich. R. ENGLis.H. Dick and Brad through all their troubles, trials and victories, and it doesn't seem as if I am reading of them, but am actually We have had a number of letters from your city, but your not with them. The masterly manner in which Burt L. Standish h a ving seen them is accounted for by the fact that you have portrays these characters is something wonderful. The plot and begun to read TIP ToP only lately. action of these stories, together with their pathos and humor, all go to show the wonderful ability of our dear author. The stories of Frank and his crow d are grand, incomparable-except with Dick and his followers. I follow both crowds with the utmost interest, but it seems as if the are better since Dick and Brad arc nearing Fardalc once again. I have used a good deal of your space, that is, if this misses the dreadful waste-basket, so won't impose on your kindness my first time. Give Brad, "that magnificent son of the Lone Star State," the best re!ards of his fellow Texan. With best wishes for Street & Smith and our able author, Burt L. Standish, I remain, a true Tip Topper, RoY R. BALL. Texarkana, Tex. A remarkable letter, which shows that the writer has the power of expressing his thoughts gracefully and neatly Apparently you have been a close student of Mr. Standish's style during the last four years. We enjoy reading this your first letter to us, and hope that you will favor us with a second some time in the future. / I have read the TIP ToP from No. I to date, and I think it is the best story-paper that is on the market. I think if you would start a correspondence club, or a post-card exchange, it would be a good thing. I would like to exchange post-cards with any one who wishes to exchattge. All cards answered promptly. Yours, THos. L. BLACKBU:ttN. I68g Perrysville A venue, Allegheny, Pa. Your idea is a good one, but most readers would prefer to write direct to each other. We publish your address so that others can communicate with you at once. Having written to the Applause c9lumn once, and failing to see my letter in print, will write again, hoping to see this one in print. Burt L. Standish is indisputably one of the greate s t writers the world has ever produced. He is excelled by none and his equals are ew. The TIP ToP is undoubtedly the best reading printed in America. It well deserves its name; cer tainly is on top. I have been reading it only a short while, but will continue to read it as long as I can read. I 1ike all of the character s wit h the e x ception of a few. With three cheers for Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith, I remain, Coushatta, La. A Boy FROM THE PELICAN STATE. The more you read TIP ToP the more you will enjoy it. It is a constant source of wonder and delight, ever fresh and charming, like the first roses of the season. I read quite a number of your TIP ToP WEEKLIES, and I like them all, especially the baseball and football storie s It is rightly named; it is certainly tiptop. I like Brad Buckhart Dick, Cap'n Wiley, Hal Darrell, Dave Flint,' Tubbs and Bruce Brown ing, I think June is the girl for Dick. I am anxious to know if Dick gets J:>ack to Fardale all right. Hoping to see thi s in the Applause column, I will close, with three cheers for Burt L. Standish and Street & Smith. Send me your catalogue. Centerville, Mass. FitED L. WEST. A catalogue will be mailed you at once. Of course it looks rather strange to hear 'of a colored boy giving Applau s e to the TrP ToP a s J have never seen any co l ored boy's name on the R oll of Honor. I have been reading

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TIP TOP WEEKLY. 29 your book for three years, and rather read it than any other book in America. I have taken a great interest in TIP ToP, and have started over thirty other boys reading it. As for Dick and Brad, I will never forget them, and long for the day when they get back to Fardale. I opine .there will be some thing deing with Mr. Chet Arlington when the unbranded maverick of the Pecos reaches Fardale. I would like to hear more from Hammerwell, at Maplewood, and Cap'n Wiley. Hoping this will not reach the waste-basket, I am, TIP ToP crank, CLARENCE WHITE. Greenville, Miss. P. S.-I am visiting Denver, but read TiP TOP all the same. There is always "something doing" in these stories. The interest never has a chance to flag. That is one of the reasons why TIP Top has held its popularity for ten years. TIP ToP is right. All other weeklies are away below it. I have one fault to find with TIP ToP: Dick has things too much his own way. His character is fine, though. I have read every TIP ToP up to date. There are a number of young fellows in the neighborhood, and having had some talk about .the king of weeklies, I soon convinced them it was the best. Having saved all the books from No. I to date, I started a TIP ToP club and donated my books. We have a membership of seventeen now, and meet every Friday. There are new members coming in all the time. Hoping ToP will continue for another ten years, and wishing Burt L. and Street & Smith good luck, I close with, yours forever, Chicago, Ill. RoY H. WILSON. What pleasant times you must have when the club assembles to discuss TIP ToP affairs. It must be1Iike one large family living in very happy relations. And you certainly have a good library in the early volumes of TIP May the club pros per and continue to add new members. As I belong to the "Noble Order of the American Federation of Loafers," more commonly called hoboes, and as I have never seen a letter from one of my fellow members in your famous TIP ToP WEEKLY, I shall write a few words of thanks for the pleasure your great stories have given me. I have read them while seated on box cars and around camp-fires in thirty-eight out of the forty-five States. Many are the rainy days I passed away while in Georgia last winter seated in a box car reading TrP TOP WEEKLIES and eating chicken. No matter where I am I am always able to mooch the price of a TIP ToP, though I have sometimes felt the loving embrace of "John Law," and my subscription to TIP ToP stopped for a period of thirty days or more. As this is my first letter, I will close. My praise for TIP ToP is so great that if I were to write it I would have to have a blank book as big as a box car. With thanl\:s to B. L. S. and S. & S., I am, MASSACHUSETTS JESS. Long Meadows, Mass. Our merry "knight of the road" is one of those happy-go lucky souls who takes life ea sy, apparently on the plan that the world owes him a living. But for all your good nature, don't you find, after all, that jt is pretty hard to collect the imaginary debt from the world? While we are glad you like TIP ToP and enjoy reading, we respectfully suggest, for your own good, that you "brace up," become a man and engage in some honest employment. There is a joy in earning one's own living and being independent which has a much more wholesome effect on the character than the supposed freedom of a tramp's life. Try it; and then let the TIP ToP readers if you don't enjoy r eading your favorite weekly when it has been bought with five cents you have earned yourself instead of a nickel "mooched" from some good-natured pedestrian. You cannot be one of the old-time readers of TIP ToP, for if you were you would have profited by the manly, self-respecting lives of our heroes. But it's not too late; tum over a new leaf now. As one of the veteran readers of TIP ToP, and one of its most loyal followers and admirers, I again add my testimony to that of hundreds of other Tip Toppers. Mr. Standish cer tainly understands human nature in a remarkable degree to per- mit of such vividn e s s in character description. The power ex ists in but few to depict feelings and sentiments as that which he is able. He appeals to the American youth as, 1 believe, few writers of to-day are capable of doing. He reaches them in the true way by raising an e x ample for them as a guide to true manhood. If all boy readers of the weekly would accept Frank Merriwell as a model, the coming generation would be com posed of better men. The thought has only very recently been forced upon me, by personal experience, that example is th e surest way of uplifting humanity. Human nature is hard to drive and hard to coax, but it can be led. A:nd a boy addicted to bad habits will yield every one of them by following a good example, when it would be an impossibility to change him by any amount of pleading. There is one good thing which we cannot have too much of, and that is-good men and good citizens, and I, though a girl, can only thank the author we all admire when I realize the noble purpose of his life in giving us worthy examples toward the betterment and advancement of the American youth. I wish every reader of TIP ToP might have had the pleasure of reading a personal write-up of Mr. Standi sh, which occupied about a column and a half in the Kansas City, Mo., Star and was printed about a year ago. It would have given all a better idea pf the life and work of Mr .. Standish, and would have given renewed interest in him-a closer, personal interest. I am making a collection of souvenir postals-scenic viewcards-and will be grateful for air which readers will send me; and I promise to exchange. I am very anxious for foreign ones, also: If I have not written too long a letter, I'd be very glad to have this printed, on account of the request for postals; 1104 f'yler Street, Topeka, Kan. EDITH RooT. A well-written Jetter is this. The sentiments are pleasing and expressed in a graceful manner. There is no doubt that the will receive a number of postal cards in exchange from readers all over the world. We hope that your album will soon be filled with a choice collection. Such a stanch admirer of the characters of TIP ToP, who is keenly alive to the good influence Frank's and Dick's conduct is having on the lives of our boy readers, deserves to be treated right royally by all Tip Toppers who agree with her. As I have seen no letter from here, I decided to express a ew opinions, hoping they will not find the waste-basket. I have just finished reading No. 492, and was as glad to hear from old Joe as Dick was to see him. In last week's Applause was a letter written by three Canadians. It is my opinion that they are of the same charaater as Heck Marsh, Chet, Clint Shaw and their crowd. Dear, noble Brad, how anyone can say anything against him is a puzzle to me. How many times he has shown himself to be, what any young man should be proud to be, brave, manly, noble. How I envy Nadia; but she is a fine girl and deserves such a lover. After Dick and Brad have gone through what they have, faced the dangers they have! faced, they deserve a great deal of praise. In the late Applause, I quite agree with Wm. Nash; he expresses my opinions right to the dot. I like all the characters but Chet and his gang, because Chet was (o persistent in his efforts to down Dick. They call it staying power, while I think it only goes to show him in his true character; he is nothing but a braggart. I hate him, but, although he has tried many ways, he could not, nor has not yet successfully, downed Dick. How I wish Brad could get at him, or that old J_oe would "scalp _him." Will _co: respond with anyone who wishes me to. Hopmg to see this m print, I remain, A ,GIRL ADM.BER. Colfax, Ia. You express your likes and dislikes about the various char acters so that there is no misunderstanding as to your sentiments. Being a constant reader of your excellent weekly, I take great pleasure in asking if it is possible for you to send me a com plete catalogue of the TIP ToP WEEKL1". It is just the TIP ToP numbers and names that I want. Of course if you haven't .got it, would you kindly send me the most complete catalogue you have, and I will be, a sincere friend, C. B. HOLLAND. Dallas Road, Victoria, B. C. We will mail you a catalogue of our publica t:;ns.

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ANP PROF. FouRMEN: I am 17 years old. My measurements are: Height, S feet 7 in.ches; weight, 124 pounds; neck, 14 inches; chest, nor'!1al, 33. mches; expanded, 36 inches; forearm 9Y, m ches; wn.sts, 7 mches; re ach, 69 inches; thighs, 170 inches; calves, 12 mches; ankle, 8 inches. What are my weak points, and how can I develop them? A CALIFORNIA BoY. Los Angeles, Cal. Exercise to take on more weight, as you lack a few pounds. PROF. FouRMEN.: Having read TIP ToP for a number of years, I now take the liberty to ask you a few questions. My age is 16 yea r s 3 months. The following measurements were taken stripped: normal, 32 inches; deflated, i9Y, inches; in flated, 3S mches; across 18 inches; neck, 13 inches; around s houlders, inches; around hips, 32)1.4 inches; fore arms, mches; wnsts, 6% inches; waist, 28 inches; thighs, r8Y, mches; calves, mches; ankles, 9 inches; height, in sto ckmg feet, S feet 3)1.:i weight, in street clothes, ro8 pounds; biceps, norm a l 8)1, mches; expanded, inches r. H o w are my mea su rements, and what are my weak a nd strong po ints? 2. What should I take to make my weak points stronger? 3. Do you think I could become an all-round athlete? 4. What p ound dumb-bells should I" u s e? s. I am playing football thi s fall and would like to weigh about one' hun d red and fifteen pounds. Do you think that would be too much,. and. shou ld I do to gain the r e qui.red weight? Hop m g this will miss the dreaded "wastebasket,'' I remain, a reader of T1r Tor, "HALF-BACK." Bfodford City Va. You could weigh twenty pounds more to good advantage. Eat fat-producing food to gain the necessary increase in your build. Potatoes, beef, oatmeal, brown bread and plenty of fruit and vegetables shollld be eaten in well-mixed proportions. There is no reason why you couldn't become an all-around athlete if you work faithfully with that end in view. Take a gene rat course in a well-equipped gymnasium, and after you find that there is one form of exercise you excel in, concentrate every effort upon that one thing. A two-pound dumb-bell is heavy enough for you to use. PROF. FouRMEN: As I am a reader of TrP Top I take the liberty of askin.g you a few qu.estions. Age, IS weight, r2s pounds; height, S feet 60 mches; neck, II 0 inches chest, normal, 32 inches; expanded, 34 inches; waist, 30 inches' calves, 13 inches; shoulders, 18 inches; thighs, 19 inches. r. H ow are my meas'i{ements? 2. What are my weak points, and how can I enlarge them? 3. How does my height and weight compare? Am I too light? 4. How do I compare with the average boy of the same height and weight? 5. Is my che st large enough? Hoping to see thi s ih an early TIP Tor, as it is my first letter, I remain, yours truly, J. B. H. Pine Bluff, Ark. You are underwei&"ht and your chest development could an inch larger. You compare favorably with others of the same age, how.ever. PROF. FouRMEN: I would like to ask you a few questions. I am 14 years old; s feet r inch taIJ; weight, 105 pounds; across shoulders, 13 inches; chest, 30 inches; expanded, 320 inches; right biceps, normal, 8Y, inches; contracted, ro0 inches; left, Rormal, 70 inches; contracted, 90 inches; thighs, r80 inches; arm, length 240 inches; right forearm, 90 inches; left, 9 inches. r. How are these measurements? 2. Which is the best exercise, footbalJ or baseball? I play end on a football team and pitch on a basebalJ team. I neither smoke cigarettes or drink coffee. I play tennis pretty much and also swim a great deal. I belong to a gymnasium and military company. Yours respectfully, r A TIP TOPPER Now AND FOREVER. Davenport, Ia. You are very well bui!l for a boy of your age. Both games are good, but in footba.11 the muscles of the body are exercised a great deal more than in baseball. PROF. FouRMEN : Having read TrP Top for some time, I nat urally became interested in your athletic questions and answers columns, and would like to get a few pointers. I am 16 years 7 months old and weigh 140 pounds. I have not done any proper training for more than
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THE FA VO RITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRA,RIES TIP TOP WEEKLY Frank and Dick Merriwell are two brothers whose adventures in college and on the athletic field are of intense interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting sport. Buffalo Bill Stories Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting adventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and please you. All-Sports Library All sports that boys are intere sted in, are carefully dealt with in the All-Sports Library. The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. Brave and Bold Every boy who prefers variety in his reading matter, ought to l1 be a reader of Brave and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' stories. Every mlEia..:::::::::J tale is complete in itself. Diamond. Dick Weekly rlfilli\r.Jruw.@ The demand for &tori. es ..... of Western adventure ts adm 1rably filled by this library. Every up-to-date boy ought to read just Jr.,, ;.,. ;c how law and order are estabJ Iished and maint-ained on our f, 11\. : Western plains by Diamond Dick, .;..i_'J. Bertie, and Handsome Harry. Nick Carter Weekly We know, boys, that there is no need of introciucing to you Nicholas Carter, the greatest n '--Y'j sleuth that ever lived. Every ri L number containing the advenl r,;; rrr'r (J tu re s of Nick Carter has a peculiar, j delightful, power of fascina, tton. Paul Jones Weekly Do not think for a second, boys that these stories are a lot of musty history, just sugarcoated They are all new tales of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boys of your own age took part. Rough Rider Weekly ____ _, Ted Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he resolves to use his authority and rid his ranch of some very tough bullies. He does it in such a slick way that everyone calls him "King of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. Boy Library The adventures of a poor waif whose name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his trials without imbibing some of that resource and courage that makes the character of this homeless boy stand out so prominently.

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' I t . I i CAUTIUN! All readers of the Renowned Tip Top stories should beware of base Imitations, placed upon the market under catch names very similar to Frank Merrlwell, and Intended to deceive. 463-Frank Merriwell Blizzard Bound; or, After Big Gaine in the Rockies. 464-Frank Merriwell Captured; or, Trouble in the Black Timbers. 465-Dick Merriwell m Damascus; or, The Sword of the Sheik. 466-Dick Merri well on the Desert; or, Cap tives of the Bedouins. 467-Dick Merri well m Egypt; or, The En counter on the Nile. 468---Frank Merriwell's Fingers; or, The Man Who Came Back. 469--Frank Merriwell s Retaliation; or, The Clash in California. 470--Frank Merriwell in 'Frisco; or, The "Go" at the Golden Gate. 471-Frank Merriwell's "Dope Ball" ; or The Wizard Twirler of Leland Stanford. 472-Frank Merriwell s Handicap ; or, Hastings, The Hurdler from Humboldt. 473-Frank Merriwell's Red Challengers; or, The Hot Game with the Nebraska Indians. 474-Frank Merriwell's Fencing; or, For Sport or For Blood. 475-Frank Merriwell's Bicker; or, Playing Baseball for a Fortune. 476-Frank Merriwell's Endurance; or, The Cross-Country Champions of America. 477-Frank Merriwell in Form; or, Wolfers, the Wonder from Wisconsin. 478-Frank Merriwell's Method; or, The Secret of Becoming a Champion. 479-Frank Merriwell's Level Best; or, Cutting the Corners with a New Curve. 48o-Frank Merriwell's Lacrosse Team ; or, The Great Hustle with Johns Hopkins. 481-Frank Merriwell's Great Day; or, The Crowning Triumph of His Career. 482-Dick Merriwell in Japan; or, Judo Art Against JiuJitsu. 483-Dick Merriwell on the Rubber ; or, Playing Baseball in the Flowery Kingdom. 484-Dick Merriwell's Cleverness; or, Showing the Japs the American Game. 485-Dick Merriwell in Manila; or, Papinta, the Pride of the Philippines. 486---Dick Merri well Marooned; or, The Queen of Fire Island. 487-Dick Merriwell's Comrade; or, The Treasure of the Island. 488-Dick Merriwell, Gap-Stopper ; or, A Sur prise for the Surprisers. 489-Dick Merriwell's Sacrifice Hit; or, Win ning by a Hair's Breadth. 490-Dick Merriwell's Support; or, Backed Up When Getting His Bumps. 491-Dick Merriwell's Stroke; or, Swimming for His Life. 492-Dick Merriwell Shadowed ; or, The Search for the Lost Professor. 493-Dick Merriwell's Drive; or, Evening Up with His Enemy. 494-Dick Merriwell's Return; or, The Reap pearance at Fardale. 495-Dick Merriwell's Restoration; or, Whip ping the Team into Shape. 496-Dick Merriwell's Value; or, The Success of Square Sport. 497-Dick Merriwell's "Dukes"; or, His Fight with Himself. 498--Dick Merriwell's Drop-Kick; or, Chester Arlington's Team of Tigers. 499-Dick Merriwell's Defeat; or, How Arling ton Won the Second Game. 500--Dick Merriwell's Chance; or, Taming the Tigers of Fairport. 501-Dick Merriwell's Stride; or, The Finish of the Cross Country Run. 502-Dick Merriwell s Wing-Shift; or, The Great Thanksgiving Day Game. 503-Dick Merriwell's Skates; or, Playing Ice Hockey for Every Point. 504-Dick Merriwell's Four Fists; or, The Cham pion of the Chanson. 505-Dick Me v riwell's Dashing Game; or, The Fast Five from Fairport. Back numbers ma7 be had f'rom all ne"Wsdealera or will be sent, postpaid, 1t7 the .publihrs upon receipt of' price =======3 C E N T-S====== STREET tD. SMlTH PUBLISHEl\.S NEW.TOR.it , I 1


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