Jesse James' legacy; or, The border cyclone

Jesse James' legacy; or, The border cyclone

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Jesse James' legacy; or, The border cyclone
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Jesse James Stories
Lawson, W. B.
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i'tllo'U u IV9' e ., ... l< r 1 Duer 72000 New & Ole.' Books libraries in Stock, Exchangeable, & Washin ttln Sts. 45 S. HALSTED ST. Chic I Iss11ed TVeck/y By Subscrij>tio1t $2.JO per year. Entered as Second Class Matter at tile N. r Post Office, by STREET & SMITH, :us iVzlllimt St., N. Y. Entered acc o rdingto Act of Congress in tire year 1qo 1 i11 tile Office of lite Librarian of Congress TYasllington D. C. No. 2. NEW YORK, May 18, 1901. Price Five Cents. JESSE JllfllES' ItEGllGY; OR, By \11. B. LAWSON. CHAPTER 1. THE B.\.-oIT's CO!I "?.Iack. come h ere!" The speaker was Jesse James, and his strongly marked face \Yas grave a s the words left hi s lips. The time was Sunday the 26th of :\larch. just eight davs before an event that led to tbe belief that at la:.;t the n oted bandit and train robber had been clo ne for. This was a mistake. but Jesse James the belief and lai d low. The place, Jesse James' house in St. J o seph, Missouri. The man to whom the request wa s made left his seat by the window of tbe front apartment, where h e had been sitting in a brown study. and came over to the fireplace before which Jesse was standing. He was tall and well made. and had a face that was both handsome and prepossessing i;1 spite of the lipes of dis sipation about the month and under the eyes And yet his countenance belied his character, for he was one of the m ost conscienceless villains that had ever curs ed th e South west with his p rese n ce Core\' :\[ack, or Iron Mack, as h e was better known, b ot h 01; account of his mu scular devel opment and bi s fierce, unbend!;1g will, could s mile the frank, open s 1T:ilc of a guileless and h onest young man, and yet do cruel murder hilc yet the lips \\'Cre curved in seeming gayety and good humor. A consummate actor as \rell as a r e n1or se less villain, he was the most f ea red b y the officers and the p eo p le generally o f all th e later memb e rs of Jesse Jc:.rnes reckle ss band of despcrz.cloes 'Mac k, my b o y," s aid the robber chief, when the young man had forward and bent his dark eyes question ingly tii_'Oil the other's fa.ce, "I ha,e a commission to give you to fill in case I am not a ble to. I have a mrnt that I'm going to have a tight squeeze before long." ''Pshaw!" returned Iron Mack, in the soft, sympathetic voice that he kn ew so well how to u se when occasion


, mo. 2 THE JESSE Jf\MES S T OR I E S. required, "you ;uc for t\\enty years yet. You're well, hearty, and you haven't lost your grip by a large m:i.jority. Presentiments be blowecl Your stomach's out of order, Tess and that's what ails you, and nothing else." "Xo,'' -said1 Jesse "it's not my s tomach, .Mack, that' s given me the idea I've had a warning that one of my men is going to betray me .. ''Take a thimbleful of old rye and you'll change your tun e." Iron Mack looked at the glum-visaged outlaw with an amused smile. "I tell you what, J ss," he said, after a pause, "you're rnPting from ina.ction, and your mind will go to pieces soon if you d on't get in and do some work of the old kind. \\'hat's the matter with the raid you'd planned on the bank at Platte City?'' "We will talk of that after the middle of April. If I am aliv e by the fifteenth the raid goes." "All right. Suit yourself." Jess e James gazed thoughtfully into the hre for awhile, :::.ncl his e xpression was hard and stern when he again up. .. :.'. iack, he said, with fi'erce earnestness, "if I did not t:i:1l; a h ea p of you, I wouldn't ask you to do this for me.'' \ :frcting to humor the noted outlaw's mood, the young 11:::.:1 asked, quickly: "What do you want me to do?" "T \1ant you to find a certain man and cu.this heart out f c: me-that is, if I'm not able to attend to it." Je ss e James' countenance expressed such unrelenting frrocity as he said this that Iron Mack, callous and ca se h a rdened as he was, shuddered and turned s lightly pale. "\Vho is the man?" he queried, with assum ed coolness 'Perry Bowdeen." "Never heard of him." "He was once a member of this band." "That was before my time, then." ''Yes; and he only remained with us for a few monthsl ong enough," added Jesse James, with savage emphasis, "to show his traitorous designs and at the same time serve me the most contemptible low down trick that one man can play upon another.., "What was it?" "Don't get impatient"-for Iron Mack wa now exhib i ting the keenest interest in the recital-"and I will get to i t soon enough. First let me tell you wihat be did to the band." ''Betrayed ye>u all to the officers, likely." "That's 1what the skw1k did, Mack, and if it hadn't been for Jim Cummings' cool nerve, Perry Bowdeen \Yould got away with bis trick and I might be dead now." .. ft doesn't matter what Jim did," the outlaw chief went ... on, "but the measures 11e too( preve1ifod Bow'cleen fro delivering me and Frank and Polk Wells over to ti sheriff of Liberty County. On the day the racket can off, where do you think the traitor was?" "\Vith the officers, of course." "Not he, the coward!" Jesse James grated his teeth at the recollection of h enemy's actions "He was twenty miles away \rorking hi s dirty gan on me, Mack. And now I ll let you know just the kil of a man Perry Bo\\'deen is, so that yo u won't have ar compunction in doing him up when you meet him "When he joined the band he pretended to think I w the greatest man in America. He didn't grovel and b clown before me, nor do t he soft s lobber act, for I \\ ou have tumbled to such games as these too quick; bttl worke d his points in a n eat, easy, insinuating way ti d ece iv ed everybody but Jim Cummings. Jim warned 1 to lo o k out for Bowdeen, that he was a nake and wot play me a me a n trick when th proper time came, I \\o uld not list e n to him, and stuck up for Bowdeen the la s t. J csse James sighed deeply over th e remembranc e of I mistake "But wiser and better men than I have been gulle be continued, with a weak attempt at a smile "and may be that the rascal's smoot hne ss and cunning v prove more than a match for y our shrewdness and dct mination.' 'TJJ b e t my life he \\'on 't fool n :c, once I g e t to him and know him for man who pulled the \\'Ool o your eyes,'' exclaim e d Iron c onfidently. I hope he won't,'' sai d J esse James, earnestly, "for n e ver be satisfied until he has received bis deserts. "After h e had won his way into my confidence," outlaw resumed, "I told him all about my private affa and his sympathy with my mother's troubles made cottou to him more t h an ever Curse my blindnes raged the o utla w chief as he walk e d from the fireplac the window and back again. "Tthirty years of act fighting, scheming life, \\'ith the fi'nest opportunities in \l'Orld to study human nature, and then allow mysel be clowned at last by a snipe that is young enough be my son. Tt gravels me lik e t he old scratch to thin it, Mack. His companion tried to a consoling reply, failed. "The day befor e the officers made the raid accordin bi s directions," continued Jesse James, "Perry BO'\v went to a little town t\Yenty miles distant to see a whom I had introduc e d to him. That girl wa my W the daughte r of a man who had once befriended me \rho had died of consumption when she was fourt


THE JESSE J J\.MES STORI ES. 3 w::.s now sixtee'n, as pret'ty as a picture, and as inno cent and trustful as a dove. What do you think the vil1<'-in did?" "I can't guess." "In the first place, he put a forged letter iuto her bands." "Whose writing was forged?" "?vfine." "Ah! I begin to see." "Xo you don't, Macie The letter instructed her to leave the good woman with wh o m she was living as companion and start immediately for 't. Joseph with the bearer. Alice Lepugh obeyed without one that a dastardly trick was be ing played upon her. "It was night when s.he started in a buggy with Perry Bowdeen OYer the lonely road that led to St. J oseph. L t was daylight when they founcl her lying by the roadside, dishonored and dead." A choki1 "' in t he outlaw:; throat made him ease speaking. J ron Mack pressed his hand compa ssio nately. "You want me to find and kill this man, you said?" was his quiet remark. ":r'e ." "I'll do it. and if you get after him,, too, one of us ught to nail him." 'Thank ycu .. ''I'll do it.'' pursued Iro n :\Iack. with a fierce gleam in 1is dark eyes, ''if I have to hunt him from l\Iissouri to China." Jesse ] am es regarde d his companion in wonder and adniration. "I knew I could depend on you. 1Vlack," he said, with eep earnestness: "but T did not count on your accepting he task so quickly eagerly." ' Alice Lepugh was my cousin ., "vVhat !" "She was my cousin, I never knew \\ho.t became of 1er after her father died. I \1as in : \ rizona at the time, .ml I suppose I migbt have learned th:lt you had taken harge of her if I had taken Lhc trouble to inquire." Jesse James smiled \dh satisfact ion. ":\o need to make you to a\'enge m y wrongs .ow ... he said. "Perhaps not: but. .. \ \ith a cold, mt.ciless expression n his ltanclsomc face, and a quic1 harclcninz of h is vo : ce, 1'11 S\\ear anyhow. Listen!" He caught Jesse _fon1es ha;1ds, and as he held them .ercely in his O\n1, said in a low, h!ssing "If I fail lo hunt him, or t o take his lifr \\hen I get im into my po\\e;. then I hop e I may die in a pot of oiling o il, that Perry BmYdeen may chuck me in, nd that he may secure a cool place within sight of shcol, where he may gleefully watcli lhe devil \rhile he roasts my soul." :t\ ot a word1 was spoke n after this for some minutes Then Iron J:VIack sa i d, slow ly: "I haven't asked you for Perry Bowdeen s description yet. Perhaps you had better give it to me now." "Yes, yes, I came near forgetting that, for like as not he goes by another name at the present time. He is a stoutish fellow, not so tall as you are, i\Iack, and yet he is above the average height-about nve feet ei:;ht, I should ay." ''\Vhat about his complexion?" "Jt is light, and his hair and must ache are sndy-c o lored. '' "Eyes?'' ''Brown, or hazel." "Nose?'' "Ordinary: neithe1: Roman nor Grecian." "Any distinguishing marks?" "Yes, a long. flat scar under the right ear, extending half-\ray clown the jaw. "Good. There's no chance of my letting a man go by who wears that mark." "As for other--" The sentence was not finished, for at that moment the door of the cottage opened and Bob Ford entered. Iron l-Iack turned to greet him with a flushed face, but he soon calmed down when he saw by the expression of F o rd s face that the latter had not overheard \Yhat had been 'said in the room. On the 4th of April Mack was in Kansas City. The mornings papers' scareheads announced that Jesse J arnes had fallen before Bob Ford's traitorous pistol never to rise again. Doth he and, for that matter, practically every o n e in Missouri, believed the report, yet Jesse James, at that moment, lay alive and but slightly wounded in one of his haunts near Kansas City. Bob Ford had indeed attempted the omla w 's life, and through a curious mistake one cf Jesse's companions had been mistaken for himself and when the body was buried a tombstone was actually erected bearing Jesse James' name on it. The celeb rated outlaw, h o w ever, took advantage of his supposed death to remain in hiding long cno:.:gh to perfect some of his most daring schemes "The Fords will be after me next," Mack said to hirn "and as they have the whole force of the Govern ment at their back, it will be good pc.licy on my part to skip out of thi s part of the country for a while." He icst no time in putting this design into execution, and was a passenger on the night express bound for La\Y r e nce. Bet\Yeen LamYcod and Fall Leaf the train sud denly came to a standstill, and the sound of pistol shot.'


THE JESSE JAMES S TORIESs.: '' iLlicut, ann ounced to the passengers that something out oi the ordina;y was taking place. Iron Mack instantly divined that a gang of train rob bers were at wok. \tVhile he 'ns debating what course it would be best for him to pursue, a masked man entered the car with a pist ol in each hand. "Gf't in that corner. all of you"-pointing-"quick, or there '11 b e a bloody picnic here," he shouted, in a hoarse, comrn2.ncling voice. There were ab o ut a dozen passengers, all males, in the car, and the command was immediately obeyed by every one except Jesse Jam es' follower an

THE J/\M E S s h o t," he said, complacently, "I \\ould be a dead man now. As it was, I was turned partially sidewise, so that the bullet struck the bone and glanced off." When the blood had been washed off, Iron Mack saw that the robber was a yo ung man of abo u t his own age, with dark hair, like his own, and eyes of a brownish hue. \ i\Tithont understanding why he did so, Mack glanced at the man's cheeks, holding the lantern so that he could see every portion of the white skin from neck to temples plain l y Smooth and clean, without any sign of a scar any where. "And why should I expect to find a scar?" he said to himself in disgust, as he put the lantern down "The man is not a blonde-he's dark, like myself. And, besides, the scoundrel who \fi ronged both Jesse James and myself is probably a detective. while this fellow is on the turf and a thoroughbred besides." 'You look at me as if you thought you had seen me before some\\' here, .. remarked the. tranger, with a curious smile. Iron :\Jack nodded his head. ';Being in the same line of business, il 1Yas not strange that I houlcl hope to find an old acquaintance in you," he said, promptly. "I am a Georgian," said the other. ' This is my first ob in Kansas." "\i\That is your name?" ; Caxton Bent." "Rube Burrows' nephew?'' "That's \\hat." Iron Mack rose up and put out his hand. hake, pa1tner, for I'm proud to meet you Hand met hand in a hearty clasp 0-IAPTER II. IRO:-\ rrnST '.110\'C. later the t\1 outla\\ S found themselves in mction City. 'Let's go on to Denver and blo1\ a fe11 thousanu," sll,g'sted Caxton Bent. Iron l\[a c k hook his head. "\i\!ait till we corJ"al a hundred thousand ap i ece. and en we'll whirl in and give Loi;idon and Paris a rattle." 'And :Monte Carlo?'' "Of course." 'How are "e to swipe the boodle? T\,enty thousand hand and eighty to get .. "There ate lots of ways. Did you eYer hear of Gib st. the safe burglar?" '>Io, but I have seen and talked \\ ith Spike Hennes-Iron ::\fack turned up his nose '"Henne s sey is a back number," he said, with contempt. "His style of cracking safes is the old pi o neer "ork-all nighl one. Drill a hole in the lock, th e n blow it off with a charge of powder or a dynamite bomb. Too much \\ork, too much poise, and a ltogether tco risky We have improved on Hennessey sinc e he quit the business and went on the stage. have adopted Gib Yost's inven tion, and, as a consequence, have never failed: to call the turn when rigged up ready for work." "The best way to tackle a bank is to rush in in broad daylight and terrorize the officials in Jesse J a.mes' sty l e." ''Yes," returned Iron Mack, approvingly, "that's a good way, and I think we'll try .it, after we have given Gib Yost's invention a rattle. By the way did yo u know Jesse?'' "Never saw him in my life." "It's a pity." "' Caxton Bent replied with a s n eer: "I don t think so." "No? And why not?" The great l\Iissouri outlaw's former comp a nio n lo o k e d at the nephew of Rube Burrows rather coldly: ''Because he was overrated. Frank is a better man than Jesse was, and you a re worth the pai r of them and Jim Cummings thrown in." Iron Mack s frown disappeared. He could not withstand his companion's c ompl iment upon his prowe s s and daring. Dut pre sently his face grew dark again. The thought of the promise he had made to Jesse Jame s had suddenly obtruded itself. ''J reckon 1 won't go to Europe for a while," he slowly remarked, "unless,., he addoo, "I happen to come across rny man by the time I have p'Ut my clamhooks o n the hnnclred thousand." ''Your man? \i\!hat are you talking about?" Caxton Bent's dark countenance expressed the most inten e curiosity. Iron ::\1ack did not ans\\'er at once, for he was debating in his miad wheth e r or not he s hould make a confiJant of this partner of two days. "lf you are afraid to trust me," the man from Georgia curtly continued, "I think \Ye had better sep:i.rate at once." I will trust yon," :Mack said. And then on the im pul s e of tfl1e moment and there appearing to be no good reason why he should not unbosom himself to the man who was probably des tined to be his associate in crime for many months. perhaps years, Iron ::\fack told the sad and terrible story of pretty Alice Lepugh 's murder. Caxton Bent turned his face away when the narrator came lo the closing episode. '.


i(. \ THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. "I hope you will find the man who killed her," he aid, in a bw voice. "I will find him," was the fierce respon se. "I feel it in my bones." .. You've got his description, I suppose ." ''Yes and I'd know him anywhere by the scar under his right ear." At the words Caxton Bent put up his hand to the part of the face indicated by the other. The next instant he dropped his hand and burst into a laugh. "You spoke so fiercely," he explained, "and looked at me so queerly, that for the moment I thought I must have th e scar on my face." "It's lucky you haven't," growled Iron Mack. ''Y cs, I think so. But Jet's change the subject. You \\'ere talking about a bank job and Gib Yost." "Yes, so I was." ''What is Yost's trick?" "It's nothing more nor less than a pocket safe-borer. AU the tools for a first-cla ss job are in this little joker of Yost's, and can be carried in a pocket handkerchief." "T'hat's out of sight, sure." "You bet." "What are its features?" "The principal one is a steel l oop, shaped like a freight car coupling, but smaller. This hooks over the handle wh i ch turns the bolts when the combination leaves them free to be drawn." "That's great." "\Vhat's to come is greater. Through tl1e upper half of the loop i s thrust a steel bar, ending in a block of steel, containing the drill. The sleeve of the drill is a reverse scr e1c,-, so arranged that when the p to turn the drill is i.lpplied a tremendous pressure is exerted on the point." .. I s ec, I see," exclaimed Caxton Bent, as he ru bbed his band s in pleaEed appreciation. "The turning crank of the drill," pursued Iron Mack, ''i s pa ratus can be taken apart and \Happed in a handker cl: ... "Lo w much

THE ,.EE.SSE JA 1ES STORIES. "Bcn11se h:-:s as cunniq;-a weasel and knows how to si.:ccc>ssfully cover his tr2cb. "'Arn I not cunning myself?" i c :,ing at her \Yi th fiver." "You may depend on me to hold up my end of the string, :i\ lack," replied Bent, with a smile. Standing on a sidetrack, opposite the end of the platform, was an empty boxcar. The door was partly open, and when Iron Mack saw it, a look of fierc.e pleasure came into his eyes. "Let's go in there," he suggested, pointing at the door. Perry Bov.deen stared hard at the outlaw. "Go in there!" he repeated, in cold surprise. "For ,-.hat reason? Can't we talk here ;without being ob served? Besides, we have so little to say that it would be hardly worth while to seek a more retired or comfortable spot than this." "Do you know much about this man whom you aro seeking?" asked Iron :Mack, gravely. I require enlightenment on some points, I will admit. But--" The outlaw interrup'ted him by a quick wave of the hand. 'It is on these points, as well as on the matter of his pi:esent \\"hereabouts, that I desire to speak with you," he said, "and the story, I assure. you1 is not a short one." Perry Bowdeen looked from Iron Mack to the station building. i11 front of which his sweetheart, Mona Caine. and Caxton Ben} were stil l standing, the one lookin; do\\ n the platform in their direction, the other staring at a large advertisement posteir tacked up on one side of the ticket windO\\'. "How l o;1g \\"ill it take you, do you think, to :::::: \rbat knO\\" about Caxton Bent?" Tron "?\[ack started violently. He was quite unprepared for the t the man Perry Bo\Ydeen ,,as seeking \\' a the f Rube Burrows, tlw noted Sonthern utlaw. In as .'uming to lrnO\r important conc::rni<';;; Bowdeen':; quarry. ::\iack had but made a hold and dar;ti:; move for the purpo.>e of enii sling J : ,. :. decn 's and drawinghim to some conven ient SJYJ t \\'here he m;Rlit quickly a11d successfully carry ont the murderou s promis-:: h e had made to Jesse James. He had not the slightest idea as to the identity of t:1?' man Bowdeen \YaS seeking \ Yhen he spoke to the lai' .:::. on their arrival at Bellfield. Mona Caine's lover did not no ice Iron start o'.f surprise, for as soon as he had spoken Caxton T.c:r.U name, he turned his eyes toward the tid:et-office The young lady was a strong attraction to foe marr


JESSE Jl\MES STORIES. the gray -eyei Eei.VY f)ear'll, a.n(1:, considering her beauty and fascinating ways, it was ism.all wonder that Bowdeen turned frequently to gaze at her. Just now she was en1pged in a singular occupation. She 'was beckoning to him vigorously, and at the same time emphasizing her des-ire to have him come to her by nodding her head and compressing her pretty lips. Bawdeen laughingly shook his head, and then gave his attention to Iron Mack, who had quickly recovered 1 his composure, and was now speaking. "Fifteen minutes, perhaps ten, if I am not interrupted too many times, will give ample time for the story," he said. "And you prefer fue foxcar for tl:ie telling of it?" "Yes." Perry Bowdeen gaye Iron Mack a singular' iook. TI1e outlaw interpreted it to mean that he himself might turn out to he Caxton Bent, or one nearly related or intimately associated 1 w1th that personage. To make sure on this point, he said, quickly: "Have you ever seen Bent?" "No. "But you have his description, doubtless." "It is not worth much, for I have been told that he is a man of many disguises.:' Iron Mack breathed easier. If he could get Perry Bowdeen into the boxcar, all would go well with his wicked plan. But before he executed it he made up his mind to find out why Bowdeen was pursuing Rube Burrows' nephew. Mack knew little concerning Bent, and it was therefore to his interest to ascertain all that could be learned concerning him before they entered upon their important bank work at Bellfield "I will do as you sugges t," said Bowde en, finally, "though I don't see the necessity of it." Mona Caine, twenty paces away. turned pale when s he saw her lover follow Iron Mack into the boxcar. She was about to walk down the platfonn and interrupt the conversati o n betwe e n Bowdeen and the handso m e bu,t evil-e y ed man, ,whom she distrusted, wh e n Caxton Bent stepped in front of her, \Yi th an express i o n o f earnest rem o nstran ce o n his fa ce. "I w o ul.tform, becl oned to Caxto n Bent and disappearnd . have t o make an other change in our disguises, _panted Bent, wh e n he had c o me up to his villainous con


'r." F:.S. J'HE JESSE JJ\MES STORIE""',: 9 raCle in the bu s hes "if we expect to go on with the Bellfield job. well, w e' re fixed to do it, ain t we?" grunted Iron Mack as he inc re ase d his p a ce "Wait till we get to that bend yo nder, where the riv .er cuts into the bank and mak es a dee p co v e and we'll do the trick in great shape An h o ur lat e r, a s tw o dirty-face d and rag ged-whiskered tramps were e n tering th e littl e town of B e llfield they met t h e cons ta ble of th e place and a p oss e of citizens, all a rm e d and with th e i r fac es cov e r e d w ith dust and per spirati on. The t alle r o f t h e t r amps ventured this question, as he came up to t he c o n stab le: ""Who yer been l oo kin f e r, cull y ?" "'f.wo murde r e r s grunted the officer, with scarcely a glanc e a t his i nte rl oc u to r. 'B e t a cart w h ee l I s een em." "\A/ here?" T h e c o n s t a bl e w as all exci t ement in an in s tant. D o wn in th e r bush by th e ri ve r. I was snoozin'm e' n my p a rd, I me ans-and th e r t w o blok e s wak e d me up by runn in plumb a g in me '''I t's lu cky yo u a in t a c op,' s ays o n e of 'e m, when I r i z u p fro m m e e l egant co u c h o f l eaves, 'e r yo u might get a h ead pu t on te r ye r .' \i\Tith t h at h e s kip s off.' "Desc ribe the m ," sa id t h e co nsta b le, eager ly. The tramp gave a cor r ect desc ri ptio n of I ro n M a c k and C axton Ben t a s t hey ap peare d at the raihvay s tati o n "They"re t he coo n s," c ri e d o n e of the posse, "sure a s g uns " Yes, s a i d th e l e ad e r th e description fits 'em to a

, L) .i. JESSE J}\MES 5TOR2ES . .., 'If you '11 promise to let my past ltfe alone, I'll sit c'.ov;n,"' Bent responded, in a grumbling voice. oromise never to refer to the subject again, unless fo1cf that it concerns me directly.'' '"How can it?" } ron Mack shrugged his shoulders. Eent resumed h is seat, and then more whisky was o:dered. It v;as not long befor e the good fellowship was re stored, though Mack had secretly made up his mind to the relationship existing between :Miss Caine and R11be Burro\ys' nephew, as well as the cause of Perry pursuit of Bent, before his association with tile bttcr came to an end. That night they made a careful in pection of the ex of the bank they intended to operate on, Gib Yost rash1on. I: occupied a small one-story wooden building on a corner. Hack of it was a yard used for the storage of large :::.g, icultural implements by a firm doing business further c!c '' n the street. Ircn :\lack came to the conclusion that it would be a easy matter to effect an entrance into the vanl. t-;ent thought the iron shutters prove a hin cir::-.r:ce. '"\Vait till rnu see me at work w i th Yost"s anparatus, and .ron 'll sc,: that door open inside of five rriinutes,'' was the confident answer of Jesse Jam s' representative. The other bank was in another street, and occupied the lower storeroom of a brick building in the mi. '"l ha(! the 1:an:c before, but l never knew um to-day that the owner oi it i';as Iron I The che;;k of the bold representative of Je:se Jame flushed with plea sure ").[aybe the nam 's an ins;gnifi.cant one,'" he said. wi affected indifference. >;o. it isnt. Jt lits you lik e a dot. I'm pro:.1 to be the palli>er of the Border Cyclone ., rnox ,\I.\CK 0 THE RAMPAGE. Tro; 1 l\Iack seized the opportunity offered to sa, quickly: '"lf vou trust me, tel! me what you refused to tell me short (ime ago-all you kno1r about Perry Bowdeen. an all h e knows about vou." Caxton Bent pressed his lip s, and bent his eyes to th floor. Suddenly he looked up and said, with decision: 'I will." '"Good. Kow vou talk to suit me." "DO\Hleen was lmnting me to obtain a reward," he gan. You had committed a robbery, or something of th sort. lhen ?" Yes." .. A private affair." Iron :\Tack said this with a smile that was hal f mali cious. Dent answered, with a serious face: "Yes. The facts are these: I stood up a man on night in l\facon, Georgia, and relieved him of twent) thousand dollars in notes. victim was an old codger and he \ras the father of Mona Caine." 'Ah! .. ''That's where the private part comes in ; see?" 'In a measure. Go o n. ''I did not know :.\1fiss Caine, 2.nd she had never clapped eyes on me. But the old man knew me. and he called out my name lone! enough fo1 a policeman to hear when I was transfening the notes to my pocket. ''The nrxt morning he fell in an apoplectic fit, and I read in tl1e papers the next Jay that he died several hours afterward \Yithout having ret:overecl consciousness. T got away with the boodle easy enough, but I knevv it wotild be bad policy for me to remain in the South after the robl.;ery, for the Government offered a big reward for my head; and, before two days had passed, I learned that Perry Bo>niee11, a detective, and Caine s lover, had registered a solemn oath to obtain the reward, and punish me, or have me punished, for the of old man Caine." Bent lighted a fresh cigar,, and then proceecPcl: "Yon are probably what my hold on 1fon:i. Caine is. for I remarked a short time ago that I would have no fear of prosecution for my offense if I could once prccure an interview with her." '"\es. yes," said Iron quickly. ''2',[y hold consists of th;s: 1 am her "\\'h:::t !" ----


THE JESSE JA.MES STORIES. 11 "Sllrprises you, eh?" said Caxton Bent, coolly. It does, for a fact." ''It will surprise her when s he hears of it. You see, my mother was nev e r married to Ca:ne, and I was born a year before he led. s m o th e r to the 2.ltar. Rube Burrows' people brought me up, and I did not know who se child I was until I reached the a!!e of manhood." "But why did you rob your father? \Vouldn't he have given you money of his o\vn accord?" "No," wrathfully. "He was an old skinfli11t. and l\fa con was a big winner 'When h e turned up his toes. I had no affection for him and when h e offe r ed me five hundred dollars the only time I called on him, and said that would have to suffice, a11cl that his daughter was th e heiress to all his money, I made up my mind to get m y share by force An cl I did," concluded Caxton Bent, grimly. "Had Perry Bow\'ith him to make sure." Reining up hi animal in front of the farmer, Iron i\fack called out in a high, shrill voice, more like a woman's than a man's: "Say, old beeswax, what's the time of the day with you?'' The faprncr frowned at this rude familiaritY. but his looks s howed that h e had 110 suspicioh that the qu es tioner was the dre aded Colorado outlaw of days gone by. "It's about noon," he s aid, grnffiy, and then turned his


u.. THE JESSE JA.MES STORIES. head away from the pair an:aid Caxton Bent, as Mona Caine came galloping up. \ She was opposite to him-he was still on horsebackand wcmld have passed had he not caught her horse by the bridle and brought the animal to a standstill. "Have no fears," he said, in his politest manner, "for I mean you no harm." --she did not recognize for ne spol

T H E JES.SE JAMES S T O R IES. r: The and high, and she was fran tically endeavoring to tear one of the pickets loose, when Bent leaped from his saddle and caught her by the a rm. As he held her tightly, Iron Mack rode up. "Take her over to the house," he said, in a thick voice, and with a drunken leer, "and g i ve her the best room i n it." Caxton Bent could not te ll by the expression of his artner's face whether he was joking or in earnest. \Vhile he stared at Mack blankly, the latter went on: "Come up where I did my work. and I'll show you ho\\ to get to the h o u e without breaking down a fence He turned his horse's head and rode back lo the scene f the murder. Caxton Bent was about to use force to i n duce his half-ister to accompiny him, \Yhen l\Iona surprised him by aying. quietly: 'You won't have to drag m e np there; I will go peace bly." 'To the house, also?" Yes." Tot quite understanding the situation. Bent le:ay to my beaut:. Trot on head, then, and we"!] follow with our horses." Mona Caine kept a fc\Y rods in achance of the aws as the \\ av to the house was taken. '"Diel yon notice the name on the gate when I opened t ?" asked Iron : Mack, when they were half way to their estination. "Ye -'Paul Arnwav.'" "Same name on envelope. isn 'l it?'" holding up he article in front of Dent's e,cs ''Yes. Where did you get it; "On the b oclv of the farmer back there." Bent's countenance, which, ever since they had left the oad, had worn an unco;1ifortable expression, instantly hanged when his partner answered his bs: que,;tion. 'Ah, I see.'' he said. in a tone of relief and leasure," '"why you suggested that 1 shou l d take the irl to the house." "'Great scheme, isn't it?" chuckled Iron l\fack. 'House elongs to a farme r who is dead. N' o one he r e but the ousekeeper." How do you know that?" looking at Jesse James' epresentative admiringl y. 'Found it out from the letter in the enevelope. See?" "-Yes." They were now i n sight of the house, a srtlall build i ng, with a \.vide veranda in front. On the ve randa sat a middle-aged, homely-faced woman in a rocking-chair, knitting. Mona uttered a cry of delight when her eyes fell u p o n the woman s face. Iron Mack chuckled. Caxton Bent showed surprise and vexation. 'You see now." whispered the former, "why Miss Caine was so willing to go to the house." .. Because she knows th e housekeeper?" "Yes." "That would be a poor reas o n. for if she knows the housekeeper she must know the farmer, and the fact of his death at vour hands ,,ould have dissuaded her from going to the h ouse." "You presume too much, Benty, my boy," returned Mack, with a grin, ''I know she had no acquaintance with tne farmer when she passed us. for she gave him one g l ance and neither spoke nor bowed. He was a stranger to her. Dut she knows t h e old woman there''-the two were conversing like old friends on the verancla-'and that goes to show that she met her somewhere else." .. \\That"s your programme"" .. To shut the girl up h ere until we get through with our work in this part of the State.'' "\i\1 e '11 have to shut up the old woman, too." r expect ., They were close to the veranda. Anticipating no \\arlik e demonstration on the part of Farmer Arnway's housekee per, the two outlaws were almo s t stupefied with amazement when the woman rose up suddenly and p o inted a pistol at lron Mack's h ead. "'I am Miss Caine's friend. she said, in a quick, firm tone ... and t his is my property. The man who steps up011 thi s \'eranda gets a lmilet in his skull.'" '"Your .. gasped :\lack. "Where, then, does the farmer get off:" "":\Ir. rnwa,?" "Yes." "He ha s not been the owner for several days. I bought the pl<>.ce of him la s t Saturday." There was a pause. ";\re vou alone here? .. Caxton Bent asked "That's none of your business ... ''\Vhich mean s that yon are," c r ied Ir-011 Ma'Ck, in s.wage glee. ..And r;ow to open the campaign. Take that." He flung liis pistol at her head. The movement distracted 4_er aim, and the bullet meant for the recklc s outla ''" 's heart whizzed harmlessly b y his fron :\.lack saw h e r fall. and, leaping from his saddle. flunghimself upon her, leaving his partne r to l ook fo;-::\Iom Caine The latter was borne struggling into t h e hou se Jesse James' remorseless representative came in \rl.::.,' Caxton Dent wa s tying Mona's w ri sts. '"The Yixen outside won't bother us any mo re," h e sa id, gri mly. "Has she croaked?" Yes.'" :.Jona Caine burst into tears. "Y Gu needn't cry," remarked Iron ':\Iack, i n what


THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. r;1cant to be a soothing voice, though it was as ho::rsc a3 .a crov\r's, "for I didn't mean to kill her. The sh:>rp end of the pistol struck her behind the ear and did the bt;. incss I only desired to stun her." You will be hanged for this," she said slowly, as her weeping suddenly ceased. "Wrong," replied Iron Mack, coolly. "I s ay you will." "I say I won't. And I ought to know, for if I am ever st:-ctch ed it will be for something else." l\Iona, now angry with herself for having spoken to hi m at all, bit her lips and looked sorrnwfully at the wal!. She was taken to the dead woman's bedroom, and Iron Mack, who was an expert at rope-tying, fastened her se curely to one of the posts of the heavy oaken bedstead. The poor girl could not have cried out in her distress, had she been so minded, for the brute had gagged as well as bound her. After assuring themselves that there was no one a,bout the premises, the partners in crime disposed of the body of the faithful housekeeper by dumping it into an old well back of the barn, and then mounting their horses, rode rapidly back to the road. "How do yo u feel?" asked Iron Mack, with a sharp l oo k at his companion, face was sober, and whose brows were wrinkled. As though I wanted to lick somebody," was the snap pish answer. "Let's ride into Flint's Bottom and par. alyze the inhabitants." 'Are you in earnest?" "Try me and see." "Want to imitate the deeds of Jesse James(" "No"-with an oath-"I want to show myself worthy the friendship of the Border Cyclone." "Then come on The two reckless outlaws put spurs to their horses and rode like the wind into the peaceable village. Down the main street they galloped, discharging their pistols right and l eft, and causing the terror-stricken inhabitants who were out of doors to fly to shelter. At the first saloon they stopped and made the frightened proprietor bring them out two bottles of whisky. Iron Mack took one and Caxton Bent the other, and after they had each drank long and deeply, Irori Mack called out hoarsely for the liquor di spenser to stand aside. He lost no time in doing so, and then, to hi s consternation, they forced their animals to enter the saloon Three men were playing pin pool at a billiard table at the rear end of the room. Dismounting fro:n his horse, Iron Mack se ized a cue, and, advancing to the table, announced his intention of playing, single-hand e d, against the trio. But each of the three shrank back into a corner and refused to p lay. ''Get up here," y elled the drunken desperado, "and give 1he bans a shake in the box. I'm talking, do you mind, and \Vhat I say goes." As he spoke. he deliberately reloaded his revolvers, and : h.:'n as neither of the three pool players moved, he fired 1 t>cklessly in their direction. The bt:llet cut a lock off the temple of the middle man. \\'ifrt :ell of affright he snatched up his cue and r:rn; to t> e table. "I'll play! I'll play!" he gasped, "only don't s again "Come up here, yo u two," ordered Iron Mack, wit bestowing a look on the man who had weakened, "or Before he could finish the sentence the men were a table. They were farm laborers, and large, able-bodied either of them, apparently, was more than a m p h ysically, for the fierce-eyed outlaw who opposed t And yet they were so cowed by his manner that one of them had the least idea of forcibly resisting outrageous demands. As they stood leaning tremblingly on their cues, waiting for the next demonstration, four men entered saloon and walked up to the counter. Iron Mack saw them, and turning to Caxton Bent, s hoarsely: "Here, partner. you keep an eye on t'hese players w I monkey with that quartette yonder." "All right." \ Vith a wild yell, Mack charged on the new-com two of whom were business men of the place. Pointing to the wall on the other side of the room f1 the counter, he shouted: "Over there, quic k, the whole four of you Drawing a bead on them with his revolver, them obey his commands. "Nmv line up, and ttlon' t huddle." The four men "lined up." "Eyes front!" yelled the desp e rado, and each n gazed at Iron Mack appealingly. Just then thete came an unexpec ted diversion. A tall, heavily built man appeared in the doorway. He was dressed like a hunter and in his hand wa rifie. Takin g in the situation at a glance, he raised his r and fired. Iron Mack, whose eye s were on the quartette in Ir of him. knew nothing of the stranger's appea rance. a his death would have assuredly occur r ed then and the if Caxton Bent had not uttered a warning cry just as man wit h the riAe w2.s about to press the trigger. .Iron Mack clucked his hea d and the bullet pass harmlessl y over it. Before the riAc could speak a second time. the neph of Rube Burrows had sent a bullet from his pi to! into t stranger's heart. The latter fe ll acro ss the doorway and did not move. One look at the resnlt of hi s work and Caxton Be threw his hat o n th e floor and uttered a whoop that \V heard blo cks away. He had been holding the bridle of Iron Mack's hor bnt up on the fall of the rifleman, he tlropped his ha The whoop caused the horse to rear and plunge affright. Iron Mack, standing back of the anitnal, was ma aware of its movements when a plunge came that se him sprawling to the floor. The moment their ferocious enemy fell, the four m lined up against the wall r ecovered courage. Simultaneously they sprang forward and threw the selves upon the prostrate Cyclone.


THE JESSE JAMES STORI ES CHAPTER YII. CAXTON BENT'S DECEPTfON. If the four citizens of Flint's Bottom ex.pected an easy Yicto r y over the man o n the floor, they were soon made to feel that th ey had erred se riously in their calculations. Iron Mack had not been injured b y the fall, and when h e saw th e quartette move toward him with the intention o{ taking him a t a disadvantage he acted w ith b o ld de cision Lying on the flat of his back, h e hegan firing shot shot without taking the trouble to note wl1etLer the bul lets took effect or not; and it was onlv ,,hen the la st cartridge in his r evo l ve r had been exploded that he arose to a sittin g position and l oo k ed about him. Two of the m e n lay. dead on the floor, one was on his knees \\'ith a wounded leg, while the fourth had r eturned to his position against the wall and now had hi s hands rai sed high in air, and a mos t terrified look on his face Iron Mack's h o r se i12.d got over it s fright, and its bridle was again in Caxton Bent's hand. "\Vant any help?" called out Rube Burrows' nephew, when the shooting had come to an encl. "l\o," returned Jron Mack, gri mly, as he r e loaded hi s r evo lv er. "I can IP'.lnage my encl of the string alone." Rising to his feet, he looked about for the barkeeper. That individual had disappeared. The Border Cyclon e found him cowericg behind the bar. .. Fill up that bottle, you cur?" thundered Iron Mack, "and be sure to put the be t whisky yo u \ c got in i t ... "Ye-es. sir." Having exec uted the order, the barkecpc1: handed the oot.tJe to the reckle ss outlaw. "Take a drink ycn:sclf. fost." \Vhy-why-_,. stuttered the smprised man "I don't--" "Yes. y o u du. Take a ]J;g-swig-, quick or 1.'ll perforate yonr li,:cr. Thc-whis:;y r:;a_,. be poisoned, and I want to trv 1t on vou fin:t. The barkcerc: tock the L o ttie and a fe\v swal l m :s. l rnn ,.,:'tched him intent] v 'That's all right, .. he remarked," after a few moments, ":rnd !!OW drink 111\ self.' IJaying satisfi('d his i111mediatc cra\iiig:. he put the bottle in his po"ket. and wa s auont to walk over to the billiard-tabie. "hen he noticed that there wa., a large group of people at the door. Thev were citizens of tbe Bottoms, who had been at tracted t o the salocn by the shooting. "Come in, .. ,clkd lrm1 Mack, :.,nd take a drink \Yi th r.1e. Ko one entered. The request was repeated. ''Than], vou, .. saicl a boy at the o utskirts of the crowd, "but when we drink 11e cl1oose our ow n time.'' "Give 'em a rattle!" Caxton Bent roared out, and hi s wn pistol cracked a s spoke. Xo damage was done, but the crowd scattered imme iately. These were a young man who w as \\"alking :.:lo:1g llle sidewalk with hi s girl. They ''"ere ;:pproaching the salocn. ant; \\"e:c :10 attentio n to the wild-looking !Ten in their front. A :;hout from C axton Bent made the:n look uo in alann. G ring that h e ife r O\'er here," he co;Prn::t n (led \Yi th a flouri s h of his revo lve r, "l;eforc l take a at ycm ear." The young man, who was a cmwtry dt:cle. s!:.-::i.::k hack against the fence, near which he had been \\"aiking but the girl, who was small, bla ck-eye d and \":ell-formed, ::.teppeci forward promptly. .. What do you want?" she asl.:ecl, ..::: rle;; s ly. 1 \ kiss, my pretty one.,. The girl's eyes flashed w ith anger '"Coward!" she muttered, but loud eno;1gh for :C t o hear. With a savage imprecati on, he sprang from his saclcAle a n d appr oached her. \Vhen within a yc:rd of her, out came a litt le pocket pistol-a derringer-and Bent. l ooking dO'.vn the :;:li rel, read instant dea th printed at the end in large letters. He st:-.rtecl and put his hand backward. Don't." said the g irl. quickly, but coolly. Caxton Bent a1IO\\ed hi s band to fall to hi s side. Iron i\1ack, looking on at the spectacle, burst into a jeering laugh .. Ain't she spunky," he said, with a se ri es of winks at th e courageous gi rl. "Ought to belong to us instead of us . Tlle girl, without taking her eyes from Caxton Bent's face o rdered him to remount his h orse and ride on. ''Better mind her. old boy," advised the Border Cyclone, , ith a chuckle, "for she means business, yo u bet." .. \Vb don "t you se nd an ou n ce of lead into her?" growle(\ Rube Burrows nephew. '"You can help me otit of this if you bave a mind to." '"I don t \\"ant to help you out. The g irl' s a dai sy Gnt if I "ere in your place I'd get that kiss." "Yon would. eh?'' '' Ye.>.'' ''Then tah my place.'' vVith these words, Caxton Bent r emounte d his animal. Iron .i\lack was on the g-r.ound the next moment. The girl turned the muzzl e of her derringer in his di r ection and warned him not to come nearer, or she would fire. Iror! lack. with a smile on hi s face, advanced. Her face pal ed s!iglit1y at the reckless daring of the de sperado He was withiu reaching distance, and one hand was outstretch e d t o take her by the arm. w h en the derringer cracked 8ut the bullet meant to reach his h eart became fl;i.t tened against a coat of mail. Iron Mack kne w what he was abont \\'hen ;, agrec-! tl take Caxton Bent's place. The girl was in hi s arms in anothe r instanL He kissed her 01:1ce, twice, thrice, and the n rudely her from him. Iron i\Iack lo oke d about the sa lo o n for a moment. then ounted hi s hor e and rode out, followed b y his pa.rtner. They reached the street to see but two persons. Remounting hi s horse he said, harshly, to Bent:


16 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. "That's the first action I've done to-day that I am ashamed of.", The girl, crouching upon the sidewalk, with her face buried in her hands, was sobbing bitterly. She looked up as the outlaws were about to away. I shall meet you again some day." she said, slowly, to Iron Mack, "and then I may be able to pay you back for this insult." The abashed outlaw did not answer her, but rode furiously away, followed by his partner. When they had gone, the girl, declining the further es cort of the young man who had disp la yed the white feather, walked rapidly down the street with bent head, nor stopped until she came to the gate which had the name, ''Paul Arnway," painted on it. Not ten steps away lay the body of Iron Mack's victim. All unconscious of the ghastly spectacle \rhich the shallow hole concealed, the girl opened the gate and walked swiftly toward the house. No one answered the knock at the door. Surprised at the absence of the housekeeper, who had invited her to come to the place that afternoon, the girl stood irresolutely on the veranda for several minutes. "Mrs. Damoniwould not have gone away without send ing me word," she said to herself, "for she is very particular about making and keeping appointments. Perhaps she is ill." The girl shook the door with a violence that threatened to wrench it from its hinges. After this demonstration she thought she heard a faint moaning sound from within. "She i s ill," was the girl's instant deci s ion, "and she is locked in. Strange, indeed." She did not hesitate an instant as to her course. Procuring an ax from the shed, she beat down tlie door and effected an entrance. In th e b edroom she found, not Mrs. Damon, but Mona Caine. vVhen she had rel e ased that young lady she interrupted Mona's ftow of thanks by saying, anxiously: "I am Carrie Hames, Farmer Arnway's niece. and I came here to see my old friend, Mrs. Damon. Where is she?'' "I do not know, but I f e a r s he has met with foul play." Carrie Hames' face paled. "I-I suppose yonr story w ii: matters," she said. hurriedly, as sank into hair. .. To some extent. ves. Niona then told, in as few words as possib l e, what had occurred. Carrie Hames believ e d, when the story was ended, that .l\lrs. Damon had been murdered. After an hour's search the body of the housekeeper was found in the old well. "Uncle ought to have been here at the time these horri ble m e n arrived." said Carrie, as they were walking clown the path toward the gate, for the purpose of notifying the village authorities 'He left the Bottoms about an hour b e fore I did, and said he wa s going to the old house to see Mrs. Damon about the purchase of the growing grai;1. He sold the place to her a few days ago, you must understan9. and now he wanted to make a bargain with her about the grain. I would have gone with him if I hadnt been busy." A dark suspicion made l\Iona say, quick!y: "\Vill you describe your uncle's appearance?" Carrie Haimes did so. Mona uttered a cry of h orrer. ''He was murdered. too," she said, in ::i low vo!ce. < by the same monster who killed Mrs. Damon." vVhen Carrie Harnes had recovered from the sho ck duced by Mona's startling inte lligence, she said, in a c hard voice: "If the law does not overtake and punish I will." "I am glad you -exempt my half-brother vengeance." said Mona, gratefully. "The murderer was the othe r man, and he it was, al who insulted me in town," was Lbe quick rejoinder. Blood is thicker than water, and though Caxt.ion B had shown himself to be a scoundrel of the deepest cl. yet Mona Caine could not bring herself to a s sist just in overtaking and punishing him. After the girls had passed out of the gate they m:icl search for tl1e boclv of Farmer Arnwav. TL was net l onf' l;efore thev found it. Before dark two victims of l ron Mack' s murdero arm were lying in the rn.orgue at F l in t 's Bottoms, and t local o fficers were sc ouring t h e c ountry in all dir tions in search of the outb ws. Carrie Hames \\ as a school-teacher, and resided 111 modest rnttaoe with her widowed mother. Her schoof" wa s now enjoying a week s vacation. Mona Caine passed the night with her, and in the p vac y o f the school-teacher' s sleeping apartments th exchare ed mm1 y confidence s . said she had known l\Irs. Damon, the de housekeeper, in Macon, Georgia, and that they had corr spondecl for several years. I came :North m o nth, to visit an aunt few miles from Bellfield," sh e said, "l resolved not tor turn home until I had s een :\Irs. Damon. She was great friend of P erry Bowcleens father." Jt was shortly after this that Mona began to speak her half-brother. ''l never knew until I met hiu this afternoon," sl said, "that he bore any relati onship to n !e." "Ha

JES'.:JE JA.MES !7 Bowdeen 's r.:ime for fiv c thousand do l lars, went to Mis souri and joine d Jesse James' ganeof outlaws. "The mere act of j oining was as nothing compared \\';th the a c t of which acco;rmanied it. I don't like to y hars h things of my half-biother, but I can't help it. when I think of wha t he has done.'' .. e;e r mind the rest," said Carrie Hames, qnickly. "Ko. I must tell you all, now that I have commenced. :i\lv half-brother joined the outlaw band, not as Caxton Dent, but ns Pese:itcd himself to be the noted Georgia de tective. and s:: tid he was tired of chasing down thieves for rewards which were never paid, arid desired to become a thief himself. ln a week every newspaper in the \i\T est had published paragraphs stating that Perry Bowdeen had bec ome a member of Jesse J arnes band. ":\"aturally. l\Ir. Bowdeen was very angry,'' continued 111ona, "when he read these reports. He did his best to have the m corrected, but the news, once spread broadcast. was hard to follow up and deny. rdy only hope of righting myself before the world in proper shape,' said he to me, 'is to run this miscreant down, and put him back in prison. where he belongs.' "It was not long afler this that Caxton Bent betrayed Jesse Jam es, as he had bdrayecl others who had placed confidence in his word. Coming to Macon in disguise, he robbed my father, and was the cause of the latter's death." Much m@re was said on this and other subjects before sleep came to tlie eyelids of Mona and Carrie. And while they slumbered one of the most daring robberies in the criminal annals of Kansas was being perpetrated at Bellfield. CHAPTER VIII. A PECULIAR BANK ROBilERY. The two outlaws did not return to Bellfield on horse-back. \ The veMure would hardly have proven a safe one after the trag;c occurrences at Flint's Bottoms. When within a mile or so of Bellfield they met a er's boy who agreed for a dollar to return the two horses t o the stable at which they had been hired. \Vhen the boy with his charges had disappeared view tf1ey hurried to some thick woods, a short distance 'I.way in the deep recesses of which they remained until after dark. Jron Mack wa s the first to emerge into the road again. He was no longer the commercial traveler, but a black faceu s0n of Africa, in a coarse 'woolen shirt and jumper. The articles had been stolen from a cabin in the w-0ods, the owner of w hich chanced to be absent. Fifteen minutes afterward Caxton Bent came out of the bushes. He had found a pair of scissors in the cabin, and a hair ut and the substituti@n of a -short, grayish beard for the ne formerly worn, had so changed his appearance that o citizen of Flint's Bottoms would ever have taken him for one of the pair -0f desperadoes who had that afternoon errorized the town and helped to kill several of its in-abitants. Sl:Jortly after mi

to THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. .) "I may as well confess fHat I have," replied the cashier, kiss her. But," smacking his lips in pleased recollec lmmhly. of what had occurred, ''I kissed her,. all the same ... President suspected something, and so took the com-He ceased speaking just in time to receive a sa\ bination out of your hands, eh?" blow on the mouth from the fist of the man whose "That's it, sir." ings he had been trifling wi th. "And so you were trying to fix the books when we Caxton Bent pulled his pistol and would have sh

THE JESSE JAMES STORIE5. 19 who had accompr.ni_c" him_:a airector and two officers-'and asked them to step outside fo r a little while When they reached the sidewalk, and closed the front door after them, Iron Mack opened the office door. The president, a slight man of small stature, \\"a seized by the throat and flung quickly to the ftocr. In a twinkling he was bow1d and gagged. After his pockets ha

20 THE JESSE JAMES STO RIES. ,.,...., "' cashier remarked, when h

. 1"HE JESSE JAMES Remounting tlieir norses, tlle outlaws rode into Flint 's o ttoms, meeting no one at that early hour, until they to a saloon which was just opei;ing for the da);'s usmess. Iron l\.Iack ordered drinks quietly, paid for them, and en asked the barkeeper where Miss Hames live d. Disguised as a negro, he felt called upon to use the egro dialect. "We's bin out sarchin' fo' de evil pusso ns w'at killed Iistah Amway, sah," he explained, "and my pardnah, ah, says dat ef he cud see Miss Carrie a minute, dat cud git mo' p'ints dan w'at we s got now." Having rec eived the desired information, they left the oon and rode toward the cottage where Carrie Hames d her mother resided. It was not yet six o'clock, and yet Carrie and Mona re up and in the garden. The terrible events of the preceding day had rendered restl ess, and they had risen at dawn. Caxton Bent did not dare trust his disgui se before the arp eyes of his half-sister, so he remained out of sight ile Iron Mack, as the n egro, rode up to the front ce Carrie Hames saw him and came forward without hes tion. 'Is y o Miss Hames?" he asked, as he took off his hat bowed. 'Yes." 'Den dis bill y dux mus' b'e fo' yo' eyes." e handed her the note written by John Stelly, the hier. Strange!" she said to herse lf, as s he read. ''"Why ldn "t he hav e come himself?" he false darkv answered the question by saying, pectfo II y : "He done say to me dat he can't collect some money t a man up dar bv the farm owes him, and' com' up h too, kase he ain' got de time." \Vhere was he when he gave you the note?" Bellfield." Did he recei ve the te legram this morning or last 1t?"' It cum fru las night, so he to le me, l\Iiss Hames, kin' hich led to the hollow. The distan ce to be trave r se d was n ot quite a mile. Iron Mack went ah e ad, while behind them, at a discreet distance, rode Caxton Bent. The hollow was reached in good time. It was withiu a few rods of the gate b eh ind whi c h lay the dead bod y of the office r slain with Iron Mack's knife. Surprised to find that her lover was not there, Carrie Hames turned her black eyes on the false negro in puzzled inquiry. "He done say yo' was to wait fo him said the latter, in a matter-of-fac t voice. The next moment Caxton Bent rode down the incline toward them. Mona Caine gave him one glance and then utterd a cry of alarm. V ve have be en deceived," she s aid, as she clutched her companion by the arm and moved away from the disguised outlaw who had brought them t o the spot. "That man on horseback is my half-brother." "And I am hi s partner," said Iron l\[a ck, coolly, in his natural voice. Carrie Hames was as brave a girl as ever lived, but at the announcement that the man w ith the black face who stood before her was the fiend who had committed the two murders of the day b efore, she turned pale as death. But Caine met the dreaded outlaw's wicked gaze without fear. "And you arc the man," she said, boldly, "who stabbed Pern Bowdeen and left him for dead at the B e llfield station?"' "I am the man," he quietly returne d. His pistol was out as he spoke, and he had her covered. Caxton Bent occupied a similar relation to Carrie Hames. "Why cli

22 THf)Jtt:S5E JAMES listen, to her. Come let's: shut their mouths and get away from here .'' Mona Caine turned on him with eyes that expresseJ both scorn and hate. "He shall hear the truth," she c ri ed, "'even though you are my half-brothe r Bnt the next instant a thought of what h er r eve l a t ion would bring about caused h e r eyes to fall and her sl i ght frame to tremb le violently. If she informed Iron Mack that hi s present partne r in crime was the villain who had wronged J esse J arnes, then her half-brother's death would immediately follow She had no thought of this awful consequence when she first re so lved to undeceiv e the man who hacl stabbed her lover. But Miss Hames had no such scruoles. Carried away b y her desire to punish one or both of the -villains, she cried out on the impulse of the moment: "The man who played the part of Perry Bowdeen, who stole an honest man's name in order t o commit a dastardly crime, is there." She p o inted her finger at Caxton Bent, who threw up his pistol hand a t the moment of denunciation and turned the muzzle in Iron Mack's direction. In tha t instant of excitement and peri l he forgot that his partner wore a coat of mail. The Border Cyclone l ooked at Bent with eyes of cold contempt and defianc e, and on that moment .th e sca r which had been painted out for the hundredth time that very morning, shone red and accusing upon hi s face. "You cur!" he hissed. "You spawn of the devil's mistress ; yo u traitor and thief, take that!" Two s hots rang out simultaneously. \Vhen the reports di ed away, Iron Mack sat e:ect on his h o r se as before. But Caxton Bent was on the ground with blood ooz ing from a ghastly wound in the head. As Mona Ca ine bent over him, s huclderingl y, I ron J\Iack spoke these words, quickly, to Carrie Hames: "'I had intended to ao yo u a terrible harm when I lured you to this place, but the service yo u have r endered me hy unmasking the skunk who lies there as good as cleacl, :nakes m e your deb tor forever and a clay. Good-by and good I nclc., :tv. He turned his h orse s h ead and was soo n gallo ping in the direction of Bellfield. whit:.e met seve r a l people on the way, some on foot, and stalls. on horseback, but no one recog-nized the Border Cy"\.V e": the man with the black face. field on t forc he came in sight of Bellfield he cro sse d a therefore -t_ge which spanned a narrow creek. other's f;r 0pntecl from his h orse .at this point, and, after T o the fiemnimal to a fence, went under the bridge. horses to their ing-the black from his face with his hancl a peg. ection of his he threw the .latter Eac h wa s an e!d donned a reel wig and false whiskers much at h ome barencl came forth in his shirt-sleeves and It was close up o r {l. of the farmhouse tr1mtes after ten o'clock when he rode way. of Bellfielcl. Their surpr i se an .cl nk the danng r obbery of the found that Mona Cair committed were a large number of A. look at the piece "ctors ha

THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. 23 And you want me to take you in as a partner in this k robbery business, eh?" I would much rather rob than be robbed." How does that proposition strike you, young man?" rrogated Iron Mack of the cashier. I am powerless in the matter. \Vhatever is done will vi th nw protest." A.11 right, then," sai d the reckless outlaw, loudly, "the nership s a whack. But, fir st, let's shake on the ar ement. '' he big ex-convict put out his coarse, heavy hand with rity. was grasped by Iron 1Jack with a pressure that made scow wince. hen, to the latter's utter surprise and dismay, Iron k swung him ltrouncl with one hand, 'Yhile with the r. \Vhich held the pistol, he struck the man who had d his father and robbed his mother several heavy, derous blows on the head. he ex-convict dropped to the floor in an insensible i t ion. fter giving the body several vicious kicks, the Border one turned to the trembling cashier and sai d, with a ed smile: o you want to take up your father's fight?" h, no. He's a wretch, and deserves all he has got." Vhat did you pay him just before I came in?" ; i ve tho usand dollars-money he deposited \\'hen he to prison." hat's all he 's got in the world, I reckon?" t is." 'hat did yo u pay him in, gold or notes?" 'otes." 'ood." n :V[ack stooped down, found the unconscious man's etbook, opened and loo! ed it over quickly, and then t it into his bosom. Near the door were a lar gfl num;:x:r O.i who scat tered like s he ep hen the \rounded desperado app eard before them He looked up and down the street until the sign cf a physician and caught h:s eye "I'll do it," he said, h oa rsely to himself, "even ii I turn up my toe s when the j ob is clone." Rushing up the sta ir s of the building in which the surgeon's office was locat ed, he entered the room without knocking. A serious-faced young man sat at ;,i. table reading a book. Iron Mack pointed a pistol at his head, and said, in quick, stern tones: "Three que st ions anuld be seen. rushed out into the rnrridor d, made a motion to draw his pistol. and ran plump against the sheriff the county, who haci ck! went Iron Mack's revolver, and Stayler uttered just come ut> the

""'., ..._ .. _. TliE JESSE JA.ME S STORiES: th: ;,rnrf'.erer of Alice Lepugh, Jesse James' ward, bad ir.flictcd a mortal wound. In this respect he was in error, for it had not been or d2.inrcl that Caxton Bent should die SIQ soon. The hullet bad indeed entered the skull, above the right eye, but had passed out again, after taking a curious cour se, and, luckily for the victim, wit:hout injuring the brnin. l\lona Caine's' first thought, after she saw that he was alive, though unconscious, was to save him from arrest. Carrie Hames promised to assist her in this undertak ing. "I know what I'll say to the first person who sees him," said l\1fona, after her brows had been wrinkled for some time in troubled thought. "I will say that he was shot dow11 by that terrible man whom the officers are searching for, because he is a detective. He was one, you know, or claimed to be," she added, half apologetically, "when he Jesse James." "That will do," assented her friend, quickly. "It will deceive everybody but the parties who saw the two men in town," Mona continued "and there will be no difficulty in making them thin!; that my half-brnther is another person than the comrade of your uncle's mur dere-. if only we can get his coat off and hide it, together with his hat and this false bear d The latter article had fallen off wi: en Bent fell from his horse. His face was now destitute of a hairy appendage. and as he lay in the dust with his eyes closed, and his cheeks pale and drawn, a marked resemblance to the countenance of his half-sister could be seen. After th e wound in the head had been bandaged, Mona, assisted by Carrie removed Bent's coat. Making a bundle of the coat, hat and beard, they found a goccl hiding-place in the hollow of a tree that stood near the fdcr. They ju s t disposed of this incriminating evide:1ce against the nephew of Rube Burrows, when a number of citizens came up, some of whom they had talked with aft e r Mona's escape from the farmhouse. "\Vhere are tJhe deputy sheriff and men?" queried o:ie of them. after a quick ?"lance at the insensib l e outlaw. "I don't know replied Carrie Hamer. "\Vhat"s hap p ened?" asbcl another citizen. 'J1o na told h rrs t o ry, anC:. so artfully tha t her hearers '"ere led to bel:cve that her half-brother had been at tacked by two men instead of one. "They're tihe rascals the deputy was after," exclaimed he first speaker. "He told us he was going up to the house that Farmer Arnway used to live in, because one of you girls had hinted at the possibility of the murderers corning back to see if Miss Caine was where they had left her." A peddler's wagon appeared when ,;1e man ceased speaking, and Mona induced the driver to convey the wounded rlesoerado to the Bottoms. After she. !;ad left him in the care of a doctor, s1he went to the house of ?11rs. Hames. There !':lie found a stranger in earnest con.versation with Carrie. He was -the Bellfielcl horse owner who had sold t,\o of 1iis animals to Iron :.\fack. In search of the horse ridden by Caxton Bent, and whicil1 Iron Mack had assured him \Vas now in l\ Harnes charge, he had come to the Botton:s, intendin fulfill his agreement with the purchaser by keeping animal until called for. But when l\.fiss Hames informed him 'that the h had galloped on after his rider had been S'hot, and that !)he man who had paid him the two hundred doll was a robber and a murderer, he determined to return Bellficlcl immediately and hunt Irnn Mack up. "I don't want 1his dirty money," he said, with ho indignation, "and I'll give it back to him and help to s him to the gallows besides." The horse owner 'had come to the Bottoms in a driv cart. l\fona Caine sat beside him on the return journey. They reaohed the alley where Iron Mack bad left horse he 1had bought just as the .Border Cyclone was le ing the office of the surgeon who !:ad dressed his wou Suclclenly, a cry arose behind them lliat the man w had robbed the bank was upstairs in t11e tallest buildi of,.the b'.ock. "'That"s man," 1'1ona's companion said, grim "and if he is upstairs, 1 am going to prevent 'his esca by way of this alley." Urged by a desire to assisf the horse owner 111 praiseworthy undertabng, and utterly regardless of clanger, the courageous girl was out of the cart in a vance of her companion, and had reached the stain\' door before he was half-way clown the alley. Iron Mack bestowed but one look upon the girl. He could thrust 'her out of his way, he thought, as would a fly. The real dange; lay beyond her in the crowd whi now fi'llecl up the moulh of the alley. While he stood in an a! ti tu de of irresolution, the hor owner called out in a loud, indignant voice: "Come here, you thief, and taken the stolen mon which you gave me." Iron Mack strode quickly to foe daring ma.n's side a coolly held out his hand. The crowd rern.ained stationary, not a member of having courage to advance nearer to the man of blood. The horse owner, whose honest indiguation had for ti time got the better of his prudence, put his hand in h vest pocket and drew out the notes w l hich Iron Mack ha given him a few hours before. The outlaw took the money without a wo.rcl. He did not feel like using his tongue, anyway. on a count of his broken jaw and the bandages tightly presse against it. But a look in his bloodshot eyes when the financi transaction was consummated made .the horse O\\ne shiver with fear. Raising his pistol, he pointed it at the man's head, an a murder would have been committed then and there i Mona Caine had not approached the Borcer Cyclone fron behind and canght his arm just as he was about to pul the trigger. The movement destroyed his aim, and the bullet cu the empty air. The brave and daring conduct cf the girl infused som spirit into the men 11p the A number of them clas hed do".-:! upon Iron Mack. som with and some with g-uns, a.nd began firing a


THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. moment ''"he 1 the desperate outlaw in an excess of t:tal funstruck Mena Caine full in the face and sent r reeling 'backw:ird. A bullet from a rev o lver struck him in the shoulder -t as he vias in act of mounting the horse whose rchase moue had been retun:ecl to him. 'Blaze away: curse y ou!" spo ke the gleaming. defiant s for the lips could not utter a word; and ck! gun and rev o lv e r, some of the leaden bal!s iking his p e rson, passing harmlessly over his cl. -:Iis coat of mail saved hi life. -fad i t not t een for the o teel plate acro s s his breast, a mterp?..rt o f the one } :Ese James wore, he would !en in t he alle y n e ver t o rise again. \s it was he ui-Red his horse forn-ard and dashed reck 'h t owa;d th e 0crowd of his enemies, still huddled at alley s m c nth. here was not a s ingle s hot left in his revolvers, but he \';avcd the m wildly. the men of Bel!field scattered, -ing two of their nun:ber to opp o se the oncoming of terrible dc3perado. 'hese two w e re c f'.icer the one a deputy s heriff. the er a St. L o ui s cktective named Fairbanks, who was ting h:s '"g e d mother in the little Kansas town. ron Mack tried to ride t hem dO\rn, but they held t heir und. ai1d two sharp reports rang out when the horse withi1i a few p:ices of where t.hey stood. he Border Cyclone reeled in his saddle and his revoldropped fr o m his hands and fell to .the !Sround. Aha we have him now!" shouted Fairbanks, and n g ing forward, he caughit the wounded terror about waist and jerked him from his seat. o n 11a c k c o uld make but feeble resistance, for he was mdecl in the n e ck, and in both shoulders, while the dages put on by the surgeon had been shot and blood \Yas o ozing from the reopened wound 111 the e was handcuffed and c o nvevecl on a stretcher to the n jail amid the wildest exci'tement, the whole tG>wn ii1;g a pre cession behind. hreats to l vnch him were freelv made, but no one 1ed bold encnwh to take the init(aitive in the matter. ,,.o days later"'iie was remov e d to the county jail to it an e}:aminatio11 for murder. T hen the discovery of his many bloody deeds was e, the people arose in their might and attacked the ut the s heriff h::id foreseen this action, and bad taken sures accordingly. hen the jail door was broken clown the m o b found Iron Mack was not an inmate of the instilutioa n hour before the attack he had bee n secretly placed covered carriage at the back entrance and driven Iv to Oskaicosa. the s eat of Jefferson County. f.ter r emaining here for a fortnight. at th2 end of h time his \\"Otmcls had healed so that he was able lk about. a requisition arrived from SprinS("fielcl. Mo., 1cr for his transfe r to the jail at t'hat place to anto a charge of murder c o mmi t ted one year before, 1 he was a member of Jesse J arnes' hand. 1e B order Cyclone smi l ed \\hen the :'.\fisrnuri officer ed \vit h the papers for the transfer, and the smile broader when, in answer to a question, the informed him that the party wlio IJ-iaa up tlie Mis somi affair as instrumental in procuring the requi sition, was the redoubable Frank James. "He says yo u went back on Jesse, and that he'll take pleasure in seeing yo u from the gallows.". ""Where is Frank?" quened the Border Cyclone, with a grin of enjoyment. "In the hills, hiding." "How, then, could he work against me, as you say he did?'' "He has friends everywhere, even among 1the detec tives. But he got a relative, an honest young fellow of Independence, to act for him." "Relative' s name Joyce?" J "Yes." Iron Mack asked no more questions hut his heart wa'S light whe n the officer left to arrange for ithe jo}.trney, to Springfi e ld. CHAPTER XII. J ESSE JAMES TAKES A HAND. Lynford Joyce, of Independence, Missouri, was not a 1 relative of Frank James, as the officer had informed Iron Mack, though he had enjoyed that reputatien years. To look into his smooth-shaven, guileless face and li sten to his soft, deprecatory speech, one would taken him to be a worthy exponent of every moral qu ali fication. As a matter of fact, he was morally rotten to the core, but so sh r ewd l y ha d he worked his points that very few of the good people of Inde pend ence suspected that he was anything but the honest law-respecting and mildclispositioned young man he appeared to For more than ten yea rs he had been the confid entia l agent of the James boys, and the failure of the detec tives to surround and car.ture the dread out l aws was clue, to Joyce's secret arrangements and cun n ing devices. His ostensib l e business was that of a cattle buyer and therefore his frequent absences from h mue did not occa sion anv susp i cion of wro n gdoing. "J ess'e and Frank are distantly related to me, he had said more than o nc e to the officers of Independence, "but J rlo not bear them anv love on that account. They arc c r iminals of the deepest dye, and deserve the halter." Severa l ti mes he had ca!lecl at the office of the chief of police and exh ibi ted letters from Fra;1k or Jesse James which appea red to give a clew to their where abouts. But '' henever an expedition was sent out on the stren gth of th e information contained in the s e no trace of the out l aw s could be discovered The l etters it i s almost needless to add. had been writ ten at Lynford Joyc e s instig-ation in orc.ler to strengthe n his reputati o n as a h;::ter of crime. Two days after the arrival o f Iron >..Iac k a t lh e Oska loosa jail. Joyce received the following letter from lhe hand of a trusted negro me ssenger: CAMP SA"!'TSFM'TIOX. 1Ionday. Mv DEAR LvN: I hav e jus t le arned tha t an old comrade and friend, Corev Mac k w ho !rs be e n w ell named the Border Cyclone, !:as.been jugged ;n Kans as for trying to correct some


/ 26 THE J E SSE JJ\MES STORIES. of the evils of over-popula t ion. He mus0t be restored to liberty at whatever cost or risk. I haYe thought the matter over care fully, and haw come to the conclmiion that the trick can be s u c cessfully worked if Mack can be trans ferred from the jail at Oskaloosa to the jail at Spriniifield. There is one sure way to accomplish this and that is working a formal killing on him. Yon remember the raid at Richlnnd, don t you? Well, Mack laid out a cotton pianter name d Houston on that oscasion, and the Grand Jury o f Greene County brought i11 a true bill for murder again s t him. That was about a year ago If he were to be tried for the crin1e to-day he might get off, for some of the witnesses are dead and others have left the State. But that consideration cuts no figure in my scheme. Let us get him to Springfield and he'll stand some chance of breathing the pure air again. \'I hat you must do is this: Go to the prosecuting attorney or one of the judges ahd represent yourself to be a friend of Houston, the dead planter; or better still, say that I have put you on to the busines s becau se I want to satisfy a personal grudge. You can forge a letter from me to show the law peo ple, and no one will ever tumble to the little joker which it will contain. You may expect to hear from me again in a few days. FR.\NK. Joyce acted accerding to instructions. He saw the prosecuting attorney, and that official who was well acquainted with the particulars of the Richland murder, took it upon himself to see the Governor and secure the requisition papers. On alighting at the depot at Springfield, Iron Macl5 saw Lynford Joyce standing by the side of the chief of police. Glances of understanding were exchanged, and when the Border Cyclope was assisted into the police wagon Lynford Joyce managed to place in his hand a paper rolled into the shape of a bullet, without being per ceive@ by any of the officers present. The paper was a note of instn1clions. and when he was alone in his cell fron l\fack read it many times b e o:e destroying it. \Vhen they bring you before the judge." the note r an. "ask for time to plead and state that you have no lawyer. The court will not appoint one, for when you get through with your speech James Philkins will and offer to act for vou. He is a new-comer, but a sma1ter lawyer can t be foundin Mi souri. And he is a thoroughbred I know him anrl i t's all fixed as to what he' s to do. The first thing wilt be to obtain a ch ange of quarters for you. He has a pt1ll in the right place. and will get you where I want yon to be in order th at I m::iy succe5sfolly carry out my plan." The programme as above outlined \\'as carried out, and three davs after the Border Cvclone"s arrival at the Springfield ]ail he occup ied a ce ll in the main tank, where the of the prisoners were confined. The next day the prison 's force was swelled by the arrival of a tongh-looking yonng man. who had been sentenced to t11irly da ys' confinement for a disturbance of the peace. His name was J ,anty Murdock, and he was in the employ of Frank Jame agent, Lynfonl Joyce. The les ser offenders were allowed the rnn of the corridor, but Tro n ::\fack and a score of others, burglars, highwaymen. counterfeiters, etc., were locked up in the cells of a big cage \\hich occupied the center of the tank. A week passed, and Lanty lVIurclock was a trustv. He had obtained t he mnfidcnce of tht! -Jailer by as suming to be delighted with that official's methods, anql by offering to play spy on those of the prisoners who 1nre suspected of a daily infringement of some of the rules. In his new role, Murdock was permitted to ope door of the cage, and one cloudy afternoon in M felt that the time for decisive action had arrived. "You may clean up in the corridor around the Lanty," said the jailer, when the trusty had app before him in his office and asked for something to Murdock had been expecting this commission o eral days, and he could sca11cely conceal his joy took the keys and went into the tank to perfor task. But few of the prisoners charged with minor off could be depended upon in the jail-break which ::\Iu intended to inaugurate. But while they might not join with him in his da ous enterprise, they were not likely to interfere it was being carried out. The trusty had sounded a boy of sixteen named S hill, who was in for petty larceny, and found him w and eager to assist. To this boy was assigned the part of calling i jailer at the proper m oment. It was while the misdemeanor prisoners were pl cards in a corner. where thev were not within sig the door of the cage, that called young s hill 1:0 him. "Go for the jailer, quick." be whispered., "Tell Iron Mack has fallen in a fit." The boy ran to fue door opening into the office rapped fou r time s \Vhen the rloor 1ras opened, he d elivered his me. in an agitated voice. The jailer spoke a few words to his assistant, the guard on clut y at the jail besides himself, and the1 hastily to the cage. the .door of which was open. As h e stepped into the corridor. Lanty Murdo;:k, \\ as 1raiting for him, struck him a powerful blow 01 head with a mop-handle, and followed it with a s th3.t scnl the jailer sprawling upon the floor. The next moment l\fordock slipped the great which opened the door to the cells, and the dozen oners. headed bv Iron ::\fack. rushed out. The jailer \\as pummeled until bis head was a ma blood and bruises, and then bo1111d and gagged. fh tides for the latter operation heing furnished by treacherous trusty. Into the office the escaped pri soners next ru. :\forelock opening the do o r with the jailer's key. The guard "as felled by one blow from Iron M powerful fist. and while he \ms being helrl dov:n or floor by voungStonehill and Pat Croak. a highway ber ho had been a waiting sentence, Mack and "!\Iur tore a wa,the teleohone from the wall of the office, h open a drawer he l d half a dozen revolvers, se box es of cartridges and a supply of knives, and ru s hed out into the lo\\n. \Vithin a block of the jail they scattered, Iron strikingout for the woods sooth of town, with L Mnrdock for a companion. Half an hour after the escape of the priso ners, tw five determined o fficers were iu imrsuit. Iron Mack had fully recovered from his 1vot111ds, was in prime fighting condition at the time of the break! When the hvo escapes had about a mile int o


THE JES SE JAMES STORIE S 2 7 eels. thev sat down on t:1e trn:1k of a fallen tree to rest a few minutes. Night was approaching, and under cover of the darkss they hoped to reach a point on the river where ank James or Lynford Joyce \\ ou ld be found waiting them. "I reckon we've distanced th e coppe;s." said ;\Iurdock, he bit off a chew tobacco from a long, black plug. "I think so." "Pretty daring snoozers are. too I know 'em all cept one. and they say-the other coppers do-that he chain lignt11ing on stilts. .. Is he a member of the regular force?" ''l\o: he is a private detccti,e." ''\Vhat makes yon think he has turned out in the purit ?" asked Iron .\lack, with some interest. 'Because I heard him say to the jailer yesterday that 'cl jump for joy w hen he saw you dangling at the end a rope." "\Vhat's his name?" de111a!1ded the Border Cyclone, a murderous light came into dark eyes. "Black." "NeYer heard of a detective of that narr:c." "He's from Illinois, he says. I piped his conversation th the jailer. It \\ as mosth about vou .'' he say \Yhy he haled ;11e ?" "Yes." ''\\-ell, \\ bt wa;_; his reaso;1 ? ' "He aid you lud killed a relative of hi s in I-ansas." "\\'bat wa3 the name of this relatiYe? Did he give ., ''l\"o.'' ''\\'hat kind of a !ooki1 g man i s this fellow Dlack ?" "He is not as tall as you are, bn t he is as stout as an ox. is hair is light, anCl he vvears n eithe r mnstache nor ard." "Anv scars on his face?" ' Xo:" ''I didn't know but it might be Caxton Dent's ghost,'' 1arked Iron Mack. Lantv \1urclock had heard the story of the Border -clone's Kansas experiences. and of the shooting of be Bnrrows' nephew, and knew th:it believed s fom1er partner to be de:icl. On the dav that Iron was arr ested in Bellfield. report had reached to\rn tl'at Mona C?.ine's halfother, who was. st::itecl to be a noted Georgia detective, cl died from the effects of the w ound inflicted by m1er Arnway's murderer. This report, sent out by an officer from Flint's Botms, came to Iron .1\'lack's ears in course of time, and s not contradicted while lie remained in After fifteen minutes' rest on' the fal l en tree, the two gitives arose to their feet and started forward again. They had gone but a short distance when a loud shout hind them announced that they had been discovered. Turning his head quickly, Iron saw that h i s rsuers consisted of but two men. One of them, the foremost. he instantly recognized. It was Perry Bowdeen, the detective. CIIAPTER XIII. A Kr:w SCHE}.1E OF ROBB(RY. "Yon tackle the other fellow and I'll attend to that tall detective," said the Border Cyclone, hurriedly, to hii companion. "All right." Disdaining to seek the shelter of a tree, Iron Mack stepped out in full view of his pursuer s and the ])all \\ it h a pistol s hot. A few moments later two of the fo u r combatants lay dead on the ground. One was the companion of Perry Bowdeen; the other was Lanty :Murdock. Iron Mack and the detective stood erect and unharmed. The result seemed to vex them bot h, for each had prided himself on being an excellent pistol shot. \ Vhi l e in the act of retreating-all the charges i n their revolvers had been discharged-Iron Mack called out: "Say, Bowdeen, let's settle this little affair of ours with knives." "And give you a chance to search for my heart again? Not much." "I took you for another man then. "I am not an expert with a knife." '"What is your favorite weapon?" with a snee r 'The !:;Cythe or cannon?" "I might ask you the same q uestion "Then I'd say fists!" ; "\i\That !" ...., "Fists. If YOU are not a coward, tnrow down your pistols _and kn{fe and meet me man to man. If you can best me there'll be nothing to prevent your taking me to camp. See?'' "T s ec that you are making a very silly proposition." "Am I? If you'd let that mug of yours come in contact \\ it h this right duke of mine a few times you would think there was considerable sense in the offer Perrv Bo\\'deen 's handsome face flushed. He prided him self on his fistic abilities, and to be thus tauntec 1 by the desperado was more than he could stand. 'Tve no business to accept such an offer." he said, coolly. "but you are such a picturesque brute that I don't kncm but what I wiil indulge you. It may prove the easiest \\'ay of all.., he added, "to effect your capture, for when I knci:k you out I've got you." Iron Niack's iace beC1.rned with fierce pleasure. He cast clown his pistols and knife instantly. Perry Bowdeen followed suit. Next th e two adversaries took off their coats and vests and rolled up their sleeves. As they faced each other. ready for the encounter, it \\'as hard to say who was the better favored, -physically. Tt can be put clown for a fact. however, that two finer specimens of muscular rnanhcod could not be found in the 'vVest. Iron Mack had landed one blow on the detective s cheek and the latter was watching for an opening for his left, when there came a sharp detonation from one side. and Perry Bowcleen pressed his hand to his heart and fell s lowly to the ground. The Border Cyclone stood looking at the fallen man .;th eyes of amazement, when the pistol of the assassin __ ___._ j


i. THE JESSE JAM .ES STORIES. cra,::J.: cd again and a Lullet drew blood from the side of Iron i\ lack's neck. The s hots had Leen fired from a clnmp of bushes, and before the s moke of the second one had cleared away, Iron illack ,as dashing toward the spot with one of his revolvers, which h e had snatched up, in his hand. The crackling of dry t\Yig-s before Iron Mack reached the bushes told him that the unseen marksman was retreating. "Coward!" yeile d the reckless and infuriated outlaw, "why don't show yourself and--" "How can I if I am a coward?" answered a voice, -whic h sou nd e d strangely familiar. The Border Cyclone blazed away in the direction o.f the voi ce, and the shot was returned. l'\o damage was done by either. Through the bushes Tron i\fack madly plunged, but it was n o t until he had gone half a mil e that he ca1.Jght a glimpse of his co\\ardly foe. It was in th e early eve nin g, about half an hour after sunse t and coming upon a lon g open space by the bank of a small ri ve r, the outlaw saw hi s enemy jump into a boat and push off into the stream. He had no hat on, and his face, in the distance, bore a striking re s emblan ce to that of Caxton Bent. "Pshaw! that can't be," muttered Iron Mack, as he ran forward to the bank, "for the hound who murdered A.lice Lepugh i s dead." He emptied his r evo lver al the fleeing assassin, but of the s hots took effect. The firing was not returned, as the boatman n eede d hands to manage his craft, for the stream was swol 0n and had a swiftly-running current, caused by heavy rains whiclt had rec e ntl y fallen. Tron l\[ack picked up th e fugitive' s hat on the shore of the ri,er. ] -1c l ooke d at it ith the k eenes t intere st. 'Bent used to \\ ea r such a hat," h e sa id to him s elf, with a pu;;z led expression on h is dak face, "but thi s can't be his, for he is planted under six feet of Kansas earth. :\"o it belongs lo another fello1Y, and here i s his name 01! t\1is fancy hat ba11ri inside-' Preston Black.'" The b o at had reached the other sho re and the assassin, now far out of range, shnnt;:d these \YOrds across the waler: ''I'll get to your rnllar yet, if you arc the Bord e r Cyclone." J ron :'.\Jack. for ans1..-e r. kic ked foeh :lt into the stream. ThC'n he ran 1Yith all his i11ight in the direction of a bridge, about half a mile below \\'hen he reached it. darkness had in and he that it \\'1'111

THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. 29 xplain; I don't quite understand. r ell, then, said Joyce, ''here's the layout; t11c clmrc11 e of the oldest in America, and was founded by the ciscan Fathers over a hundred years ago." t possesses a treasure, does it?" should say it does. You mus t understand, Mack, a few years ago there was a big excitement over the l\Iexico diamond diggings." remember all about it. The diggings petered out." o they did, for the r easo n that the diamonds had nearly exhausted years before. The richest gems een found by the Pueblo Indians and given or sold e priests of the old mission church. our years ago, Jc sc and I met a drunken Spaniard s Vegas. It was while Frank and Jesse were givl:e Mexicans a rattle across the b order. The Spa!1-)i"US the most int:::lligent cuss I ever m et. He was a 1 and Greek scholar and what h e didn't know about r.v and rnathe:1!atics and philosophy and hygiene all suc h trnck as that wasn't worth the troubl e of 1g ont, if you listen to my gei1tlc .. 'hat was his business?" e ,-as a co:1fidcnce operator and sneakth:ef, but ad been a priest, and for years had officiated in a :dinatc capacity at the oid mission church near Al erque." begin to see, Joyce." e \Yas fired oul of the c hu rch for drunkenness and r al ity, :incl after drifting about the Territory for a or more. sett le d do\\'n in Las Vegas, where I found \ \ e became ve r y intimate, for I was resting on ::trs. [ had made a big stake at a railroad and I found L:is \'egas a goocl place for biowing Paolo Gucsta amused and interested me, and I stal-ed him one night in order that he might give Faro a rattle he opened his heart and told me all lhe diamond treasure at the old mission church. e vault under the altar. precious stones valued at a million dollars are hidden." e Border Cyclone whistled. hat is a prize worth going after, surely, he said. ou bet your surcingle it is. 'When Frank and Jesse back from ::i.rexico I told them what l had learned the disgraced priest, am! asked t hem t o stand in me in making a raid on the clrnrch. \ii/h at do you Frank refused point-blank to go into the affa ir, 1e finally won Jesse over to his way of thinking. ad too much respect for religion to cut up such er!" n Mack laughed scornfully at the idea. bout that time," Joyce continued, "I found it exnt to get out of New Mexico, and I haven't been smce. But many a night I have lain awake think-ing of the diamonds, and now that I am foot-Ioose, and Missouri and Kansas are too hot to hold m e, I thinf I'll go to 'Albuquerque." "I'll go with you," said Iron Mruc;k, impulsively, "if you have no objection."' "\iVill you?" exclaimed Joyce, joyously. "Then we'll make the riffle a s sure as guns." "And I know what course to take to bring us rapidly over the border into the Indian Territory," resumed Irq_n "We'll start to-night, then." "Of course." As the two men moved away a stout figure .crept fro behind a tree and cautiously followed them. It was Preston Black, the detective from Illinois. "I could have shot you down easily, Iron Mack," he muttered under his breath, as he moved along, "but your talk of this treasure has induced me to let you live a little vvhile longer. You are bound for New Mexico, are you? So am I. You expect to become possessor of the diamond s, do you? So do I, and I'll play my last card with you when my hands clo se over the CHAPTER XIV. PReP.\RTNC A TR.\P FOR 'THE CYC>LONJt. A month after the events recorded in the last chapter Perry Bowdeen received a \Vekome letter from his sweetheart, Mona Caine. He had narrowly ercaped death for the second time, the bullet fired from Caxton Bent's pistol having entered his side b e l ow the heart If it h ad not struck a rib and deflected, so the doctors said, his career would probably have ended within twenty-four hours after the infliction of the wound. Preferring not to alarm Mona, he had not written to her of his condition, and had also taken pains to keep his name out of the papers. As he was not knO\rn in Spr i ngfie ld to any one except the chief of police and one of his dete ctives, the latter arrangement had not been difficult to make. Among other things, s aid in her letter: "Caxton Bent left here a week ago, as well as e\er. He pror:1i sed me faithfully no t to molest you, and to leave the United States and. go to l\Iexico, never to r et urn. "There is a that he will keep his promi se regarding his de!)arture from thi s country, for he has formed a strong friendship for John Stelly. the kte cashier of the Bellfield b;ink and Carrie Hames' former lover. This unfortunate man was found haif dead in the bank vault on the forenoon of the capture of that terrible man, Corey Mack. His four companions in confinement were in the same condition. That Stelly was not prosecuted for misappropriating the bank funds was due to the solicitation of Carrie Hames, who is a dear friend of the president's wife. But Carrie will n o t carry out her promise to marr Stelly. though he believes that she will relent when he cotr from :Mexico \\'ith a fortune h ones tly made. "Caxton Bent says he has had enough of an evil life swears that henceforth he will work for the law inst'


TwiE J ES3E JAMES STOR i ES. against it The peopl2 here l oo k upon him as a detective and b y his smooth talk he h as d ece iv e d eve rybody in r e :ard to hi s real characte r but hi s half-sister, your humble servant, and Ca rri-c Hames. "Carrie refuse-to say whether she approves of the Mexican trip or not. bttt I know b y her looks that she fears that n o good wil l come from J o hn Stelly's assoc i .... ion with th e m an who Was formerl y the partner of the Border Cyclone. But as sh e i s n o t at present o n speaking terms with the ex-cashi e r her views in ti1e matter a r e n o t known to him. I\Io na concluded with an injunction for Bowdeen to look out for Caxton Bent, who, s he declared, was not to b e trusted, in spite of hi s protestations of reform. The detective laid the lett er down and took up an other which liad come by the same post. It was rktt ed Santa Fe, June 25, and was from a Springfield detectiYe w h o h ad b een o n e of the pursuing party 011 the clay of the jail-break. He had been the first to find Perry Bowdeen l y ing sen seless in the ,,oods. and when about to start, two days la ter, for the Indian Territory, to co ntinue the purs u it of Iron Mack, who had bee n seen w ith a companio n making his way toward Honey Creek. h e had promi sed to write or teleg raph to hi s wo und ed fri end the clay that he struck th e out l aw s trail. \i\iriting from Santa Fe a month after hi s d epa rture, he said: "I have to-day got my fint ne.s of the escape .cl murderer. I was in a saloon frequented by and roughs. when who should come in but Preston Elacl; the IlEnois detective. I had neYer been introduced t o h im, and I felt sure when h e lo oked ?.t me that he did not re cognize n:e as any one he had see n before. "My fir st i mpulse was to make my:oelf known; my second, which I followed. was to say nothing and watch him. The fact i s I had never iik ed h:s look s nor his st.y!c, and J'll bet I'll find something crooked about him before I'm clone w i t h h im. "After looking about the salonn a s if in search of some one, Black cs9ied a little half-breed sitti n g in a corner playing solitaire. "He we n t over to him quickly and they h ad an animated con versation in Spanish. I can speak the language l ike a n ative, and I was nea r enough to catch nearly all that was sai,d. "It see m s th a t Black is here on tbe same errand as mysel(, and I heard the Mexican tell him, in a nswer to a questio n, that he h a d located I ron Mack at. Albuqt:.e r que. Hooray I 'vVhen I h eard that I left the :-al oon and went 1o my room. where I now am. After I post thi s letter I shall take the local t r ain for Larny. which l ea,es i;-i half an honr. and there catch the dom1 express o f Atchi so n road for A lbuqu e rqu e Before dJrk I expect to be in the same town with my quarry, and i f I don't catch or kill him, then I'll q uit the detecti,e husini:-ss and try wood-sawing or sew er-digging. You n eed not frar that I am going to :ake any great ri s ks, {,1 r I am not. l\Iack does not kn.ow n1e. and I am going t o take him hy smprise. I'll h ave 1 he local rolice to help me out, o f cou r se. Expect to h ea r good n ews, therefore. inside of th ree clays. Yours hopefully. "FITZPATR!C!:. '' Poor fe!lo y He never w ro'.e to Dowdeen again, and Mona Caine s lover waited a ,,eek after the re::eipt of th e l;efore he learr;ed what lnd been the result of :ck's v:.:;it to Albuqnrqne. The \\'ires told the sto ry, and \Yhat : f lj thy sa id \V2.S 2.S "Las t n :gbt et a c:-.icaP at the old tO\Yn. ConPecos, a'5isted by a Missouri detective named Fitzpatrick ;rnd a posse, attempted to arrest two men s u spected of being concerned in several murder s in Kansas and 1lissouri. men resisted arrest, shot out the lights. and in the dar mad e their escape. Fitzpatrick was' killed and one of the p wa s seriously wounded. The next train for the southwest deen as a pas senger. He arrived at A lbuquerque in evening, and a supper was closeted with the mars hal of the place more than an hour. 1 "If we can find the Illinois detective," the mars said, at the conclusio n of a long statement of the mur at the danc e house, and the fruitle ss pursuit that 1 afterward followed, "we may strike our men. "Wh y do you think so?" asked Bo,ydeen. B eca u se the fellow h as acted in such a way as lead me to believe that h e does not desire to arrest I Mack. \!\Thy. n o t two days ago, a Mexican came from Altameda who sa id he saw this Preston Black w hi s eye at the ke yho l e of the front door of an ad that held the Borde r Cyclone and his partner. You m know that the J'viexic an, who i s a stool of mine and c b e trusted, lo cated Iron l\fack a nd the young fellow w has be e n with him eve r since h e entered the Territo at the adobe early in the evening. While h e was watc in g the door from behind a huge cactus he saw the 11 n ois detective steal up from the road where h e had 1 his horse ti ed to a mesquite bu sh "The Mexican kn ew him b y sight and r ep utati on, a1 he expect e d after the fellow had l ooked through the J.;:e hol e a while, to see him dash in or else attempt to dra Iron l\1ack out. "Bllt he did nothing of the kind. After stayin g at tl door for ten minutes, he stole a\\ ay noi eless ly, r rnotlnted his horse, and rode away. ''I s aw him the next morning, a f ew minu tes after m i n t e rvi ew with the Mexican. an d asked him why he ha not gone back to the adobe b efore this and arreste the murc!e:-er. His r e ply amazed me. '\:Vhat a dob e h e asked, with the most in noce n t air ima g inable. v Vhe I inform ed him of wliat the Mexican had seen and kne\\ he declared, with an oath, that the Mexican lied; that h had never b ee n t o Altameda, and had no id e a wh e r e Iro 1\facJ..: \\';:: s "\Vell, I went out to th e adobe, of course, and withon anv los s of tirr:e. No outlaw w as the re, and I could n o find any one who had seen any persons answering to th de scrip. ti o n s o f th e Border Cyclone and his partner abou the place." Have you seen Preston Biack s ince yesterday morn ing ?" asked Bowdeen. "No: I put the Mexican on hi s trail and ma.1 get wor from him an v mi nu te." But it was not until next rnornm g that the marshal's spy reported at the office of his employer


\fHE J ESSE JA.ME S STORI ES .. S1 y Bowdeen was there, and h i s face brightened the Mexican said he had found a man at a casa road to New Albuquerque who could probably imp ortant information conc erning both Presack and the Border Cyclone. is not able to come to t:.ot.:cin," said the Mexican, !lent Englis h, "for he has b ee n in a fight and h as brok e n." marshal and Eo\Yde e R proc u red saddle hors es ,ith the spy as a guide went out to the adobe 1g where the injured man was staying. e of the surprise of "'.\fona Caine s l ove r when he the suffere r to be John Stelly, the ex-cashier of !Ifie] rl ha uk. leg h ad bee11 atte;1cled by an Indian doc tor and 3 r esting comfo:tably on a pile of blank e t s with a sa ck filled \Yitii straw for a pillow when t he de ann be saw Bowe way of the tra n sgressor is hard," he :: t Caxton 0 ,, he in ;\('w i \ lC':-jco ?" was l ast night." Y l:lot.vdeen s 11aDc!so:11e face darkened. u h;;,,d a quarrel with b im, did he a sl:cd, y. .lid ... here did it t;:kc place?-'' this adobe. as he stay ing h e re too?., s.'' ex-cci.o:hic; then satisfied the detcttive s e:i.ger cuniy the following statement: e came to New Mexico together, but 1\ hen we got \ egas he robbed me of all my money and dis ed. I was drunk at the time." continued Stelly, is eyes on the floo r "and he liarl a l o n g gt;ar on 1e;1 I came t o my senses But I found out whic h on he had taken and I follo w ed him to New A lbu-1e. ncountered him one ni ght in a gambling joint. s one of the players, and was a heavy winner. h e n h e saw me h e smiled and h e ld up a roll of I wait e d and said n othi n g. J\ fter a while he in his checks and came over to me. was drunk, myself,' h e said, in his easy wa y 'or I never would have treated you so shamefu ll y. Here, take this wad and forgive me.' "I was foo l enough to accept the money-the sum was mor e than he had stolen from me-and to le t things go on a s before. We took rooms at this casa, and I had no occasion to find fault with him until last night, when he ca me in drunk and said I had betrayed him. "I asked him what he meant, and he said I had in-., formed th e officers that he was not Preston Black, the Illinoi s detective, but the former partner of Iron Mack, th e bandit and murderer. I gave him the l ie, and then he pitched into me." Stelly pause d to utter a deep sigh. The announcement that Preston Black was Caxton B en t did not s urpri se Bowdeen, for he suspected the two were one and th e same person ever since he had read Mona Caine s l ette r. Tl:e mars hal, wh ose face wore a puzzled expressfon, wa s speedily e nli g h tene d as to the character and mi s deed! of Rub e Burrows nephew. "But I can't understand, sai d the Albuquerque officer, "why Bent has spared Iron Mack's life. He hates him with deadly h ate, evidently, and he came down here to find him. Yet, when he locates him he does nothing either in the way of bringing Mack to justice or of aveng i ng his private wrongs. ''His conduct i s strange." "];. think I can exp lain it remarked the ex cashier. ''He knows what brought lron Mack to New Mexico, and he is waiting to have his enemy do a certain littl e j ob before he strikes to kill." \V hat is the j ob?" asked Perry Bowdeen, eagerly, ''Do you kn ow?" "Yes. Bent told me all about it three day s ago. We vvere sitting in the casa alone, drinking aguardiente, and he grew quite confidential. Iron Mack and his partner intend to rob the old mission church, five miles from l :e, c ." "Rob a Spani s h church! What i s there in one of these wrecks to t emp t the cupidity of such a m a n as Iron Mack?" exclaime d the maishal, in a stoni shment. "Ther e a re dia monds galore," said St elly, quietly. T h en he told th em what Bent had learned from listen in g to t h e conversation between Lynford Joyce and Iron NJack or: the r ive r bank the ni gh t oi the latter's escape fro.m t h e Sp ringfield jail. Perry .Cowdeen's face wore a l ook of deep satisfaction when S t e lly had concluded. 'Do know 't'he' nafoe of 11ack"s partner?" he a sked. "Yes. His nam e is J oyce, and for v ears h e has been "'ft.{! J tl: c confidential a ge nt of the .I ames bo ys ." "I kno\Y him, and h e has played a: very slick game in1 d eed." I


32 THE JESSE .. JAVii:.S STOR IES., Stelly i:lid noi: t

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