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Jesse James' exploits
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Entered as Second Class Matter at /\'e w Y ork P us t Office by STREET & SMITH, :u,{! W illiam St., N. Y. No. 31. Price, Five Cents. "BANG!" A VOLLXY FROM A HALF-DOZEN BUSINESS-LIKE SHOOTING IRONS FOLLO\"".'ED THE ORDER.-(CBAPTER CXXIX.)

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-Afte5 -.:.: ... A weetu.Y DfALlftG WITH THE' DETEUIOn Of CRIPJE fl .rmmi Wultly. By Su/Jscr ip!U.n la.JtJ fJer yea r E tere d as Second Class Matier <11 tlu N. Y Post 0.#1&,, lljl 8TREJ:T ct: SMITH Wu/Ulm St., N. Y. Entere d accordinr to Act of Conzre s s i n the y ear roar, in 1114 Office Ille Li/Jrorilln of DJngress, Wosmnpo,., .D. C. No. 3f. NEW YORK Dec ember 7, 1901. Price Five Cents. Jesse James' Exploits . ,, By W. B. LAWSON. CHAPTER CXXI X I A R ICH PRIZE. "Aim low boy s! 'vV e don't want to kill the l unkheads! One! two three Fire l Cra ck Bang! A volley from half-a dozen busine s slike shootin g irons foll o wed t he ord e r a n d the n a man wea r i n g a black m ask ove r h is fac e dropped from the back o f a handsome Ara bi a n thoroughbred, a n d dashed like a c y clone through a clump of bushes. "Once more! Let 'em have it bo ys!" h e shot\ted as h e emerg ed into a clearin g on the other side of the bushes and found himself almost on top of a mule te a m surrounded by a crowd of badly-injured guaids men. The scene was not an unusual one in t h e an n als of history. M u le t eams laden wit h precious metals from t h e various mines in the West were frequently h e l d up' by bandits in this wa y and in a second the armed m e n who were guarding the treasure we r e on t he de fe nsive. Curs e s roll e d out plentifully after the first surpris e ; then shri e ks and groa ns showed that the volley had been eff e ctive. The crashin g o f the bandit throug-h the bu s hes and a sec ond v olle y following ca u se d utte r consternation in t h e ranks of the gua rdsmen The da ri n g hillside ruffian, or "road agent, as they were usually called, v\: as b efore them, giving orders to his men with a veteran's co o lness Once more the band of ambushed men snapped the t r ig gers of t h eir weapons, and a h ow l of terror from t h e b ewilde re d men followed "It's robbers boys! There' s a n army of em be hi nd the bushes!" s hou t ed s o me one. Then he happened to catch s i ght of t he m asked man who ha
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2 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. :is a bullet whistled past his ear, he raised his weapo n and emptied it at short range. . Four men out of the six who remained standing after the second volley from the bushes, dropped in their tracks beside the mule team. when his weapons were empty the fellow, who was none other than Jesse James, the terror of the whole country, fairly leaped over the fallen guards and planted his fists under the ears of the last protectors of the mule team. A crash in the bushes followed, and five members of the famous James gang of bandits reined up in the path, Frank James, the of Jesse, leading the thoroughbred by the bridle. "Leave them just as they are, boys! I've got no grudge against the fools, ordered Jesse James, as he picked up one of the long whips. "Get ahead there, Frank, and see if the way is clear! We'll drive this gold to 'Frisco ourselves, or as near there as is safe -which will be to my cave, I reckon!" "Better change togs with these fellows then, Jesse!" suggested Frank Jam es. "There' s a dozen mule team at a walk riding backward, s o as to watch the vanquished guard as long as possible. "Reckon thar ain't none of 'em bad off! V\'" e winged 'em an' thet thar' s all! I low they'll fincl jt a long ways back to Car son City l aughed one of the bandits, heartlessly. "Jess is er thoroughbred an' no mistake! l reckon now he's made ther haul of his life," remarked a red-whiskered fellow who carried a \ V inch este r on his shoulder. The men glanced at the team ahead, and then, as the group of injured men was hidden by a bend in the road, they all swung gracefully around in their saddles. "It's nuggets and gold dust mostiy, I reckon," said Coyote Bill one of the outlaw' s best men. "It's consigned ter w ashington by ther \,\/ells Fargo from 'Fris co I 'l o w it'll make er shorter journey th;rn thet.thar Sn akes l kin feel ther stuff in my pocket already! I hope Jess don't come ter no grief pardn ers !" "Bah! what kin happen, I'd like ter know! Yer of the rascals . so we'll have our pick of garments!"' er croaker from way back, Bill! I reckon now we "A good idea!" laughed the outlavv, stooping and jerking a coat from the back of one of the injured men. "You'll pay up for this, you cur!" snarled the man. "The governor is hot on your heels, Jesse J a mes In spite of my wound, I'll live to see you in prison!" "Ha! ha! ha! That's a sight no man will ever see!" roared the outlaw, as he completed his change of costume. "I reckon I ought to close your mouth, my friend, but, as I've got what I want, I'll spare you this time! By-by! Hope you get back to Carson all right. The walking is good. Well, boys a good morning's work, I'm thinking!" He cracked the whip as he spoke and the mules started on slowly. The five members of his g-ang had followed his example and exchanged clothes with the injured guards, and they had also robbed them of their weapons and ammunition. Getting back into their saddles, they followed the won t see hide nor hair of nuthin on two legs 'twixt here and Placerville, an' ef ther sheriff of Eldorado don't get arter us thar's er clean sweep ter Sacramento." "J ess'll steer clear of Sacramento, I reckon! Thar' s them thar thet's got their eyes peeled fer :i feller erbout his size chuckled Coyote Bill, as he took a chew of tobacco. "Jess'll dodge Sacramento, all right! He warn' t born y e sterday, I reckon!" "Hi, there! Get a move on, Donk Perkins!" called out Jesse Jam es, at tbat minute. "Get aboard of the cart there and do the clrivin', while I take a canter ahead and look over the country. He tossed the whip across the loaded cart as he spoke, and, giving the bridle of his horse to a companion, Donk Perkins, the red-whiskered bandit, leaped aboard of the mule team. "Now, fellows, keep your eyes peeled!" com, manded Jesse Jam es, sternly. "There don't look to

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THE JESSE JJ\MES STORIES.. 3 be any trouble ahead, but you can't always tell, and I've been in this biz long enough not to be caught napping!" "I reckon you're right, as usual, cap'n !" muttered Donk Perkins; "tho' I 'low thar ain't likely ter be nothin' in this hyar section but rocks an' bushes Goshermighty this hyar cart bumps round like a cork on ther ocean! Reckon I'll never be in shape erg' in ter set er saddle!" Jesse Jam es touched his magnificent horse and galloped ahead, leaving the driver of the mule team still growling his dissatisfaction. Before them towered the peaks of the mountain range just over the Nevada border, and the outlaw was anxious to get into California before the sheriff of Dayton County should hear of his exploit and get after him with a posse. "After 'laying' for this haul for a week it won't do to let it slip through our fingers," he said to his brother, in passing. "Once over the border, I'll feel safer! The fellows back yonder can't communicate with any one for two days at least!" "Then we have nothing to fear," broke in Frank, spurring his own magnificent animal to keep pace with his brother. "I'm not so sure! Look out, there!" yelled the outlaw king as he nearly jerked his horse to its haunches, and then pointed straight before them to a clump of bushes. "Hello! A dead man, as true as bullets! gasped Frank Jam es, in surprise. "And a stranger in this section, mark my words!" cried Jesse James, as he sat erect and swept a glance over the bushes. "I'm not so sure about his being dead ," he con tinued, after a minute; "lqok at his fingers, Frank! The grip on that pop ain't natural!" I 'll look out for that!" said Frank James, drawing a pistol from his belt and putting his finger on the trigger. Jesse James dropped from his saddle and advanced rapidly toward the man, who lay face down under the 1 bunch of birches. I "Looks like a tenderfoot, don't he, Jess? What the deuce is he doing out here?" began Frank, as Jesse rolled the fellow over. A volley of curses from the outlaw followed the question. Then Jesse James deliberately fired three shots into the prostrate body. "Curse the whelP. He was dead, all right!" he said. Then, shifting his weapon to his left hand, he began to search the dead man's pockets. "Who the devil is he, Jess?" asked Frank, coming nearer. Jesse Jam es held up a package of papers, shaking them as a terrier would shake a rat, before he replied: "He was our enemy, Frankl Curse hifn he was in luck to die before I saw him! Now, where the deuce d'.d he get that document?" was the furious answer. "He's a Pinkerton detective!" remarked Frank James, g:ravely. He turned his horse's head as he spoke, and started back to warn the others. "Hold on, there!" yelled Jesse James; "come and take a look at him, Frank! This paper shows that he's a sleuth, but I can't quite make out his fea tures!" He jerked the dead man to a sitting posture as ,h
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r 4 THE JESSE Jf\MES STORIES. never thought of the fellow ' went on Jesse, re flectively. The mttle team was up with them now, and the rest of the gang took a look at the body, Coyote Bill making an important dis covery. "Them togs was brought from east of ther Rock ies, cap'n," he said, decidedly. "I low ther chap was held up an' murdered by detectives an ther curs hev played ther same trick a s we did! My advice right hyar is ter keep yer e y e peeled fer one er ther Jam es gang! \1Ve'll meet him somewhere s 'twixt hyar an' th er border!" Jesse James ground his teeth, bttt he took the ad vice, and remounting his horse he cocked both pis tols. '"vVe'll be ready for him I reckon,' he growled as the cavalcade moved on. Detectives were Jesse James natural enemies and he took pleasure in killing them. a brave Pinkerton man had found death at his hands and all becau s e they had tried to do their country a ser v ice. Jesse Jam es was the terror of the whole civilized world, and his evil deeds were so numerous that the government had offered a reward for his head. It meant ten thousand dollars to his captor, whether he was caught dead or living. This thought was in the outlaw's mind as he rode on ahead of the mule team, for, now that he had just stolen such a large sum, he was more dangerous than ever. "They're after us, Frank," he said. "The whelps are after my life and yours! Bring the boys in a group here. I want them to renew their oath of al legiance! They must swear that, once in the James gang, they will always be true to it! They must swear to protect my life with their own. Aye! they must swear unswerving loyalty to me, their leader!" This bombastic demand was greeted in silence; but, as the men advanced at 1Frank's gesture, there were furtive glances cast at each other. Then Coyote Bill astonished the rest somewhat by; throwing away his quid of tobacco and remarking, dryly: "You'll find us loyal an' true jest so long's yer squar' with us, cap'n, I reckon. Ther first sign 0' trickery in ther divvy will make us yer enemies, Jess an art-er thet thar I reckon I w 'ouldn't give much fer er outlaw's honor!" CHAPTER CXXX. S URROUNDED--A SURPIHSE-THE MYSTJ!RIOUS GIRL. Jesse James was a little staggered by these words, but he tried not to show it. It vvas his way to assume indifference whenever threats against his safety were uttered. "Who says .I'm not square on the divvy?" he asked, as he faced his men, with one finger on the hammer of his weapon. "Vve ain't sayin' yer ain t been squar' with us, Jess," s aid Coyote Bitl grimly. "I've got all that was comin ter me an' so hev ther others, bttt thet thar ain't sayin we ain t heerd things an' things, an' them weirds of mine is intended fer 1 er warnin "Then, by thunder! I'll teach you a lesson right here!" roared the outlaw "I'll show you how Jesse Jam es treats mutinies among his followers! You're looking for trouble, Bill W2.tson, and by the etarnals you shall have it!" The outlaw dropped from his horse as he spoke and strode towards Coyote Bill with his pistol elevated and ready to be discharged at any second. "Hold on, Jess! You can't afford to have a row at this stage of the game!" began Frank Jam es, who was far more peaceable than his brother. Coyote Bill had been indulging in the contents of his pocktlt flask pretty freely during the morning, and he was in a mood to resent his leader's arbitrari-ness. As he, too, slid from his saddle, there was an omi nous silei1ce, for Jesse James had not given him an opportunity to draw a weapon.

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THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. "You're a fool Bill," remarkea Donk Perkins, who had brought the mules to a standstill. 1 reckon Bill is drunk, Jess! Yer mout make some allowance," suggested Hank Watson, who was acting as rear guard for the treasure wagon. Coyote Bill had squared himself in the middle of the road just ahead of the leaders, and now turned his head, with a scornful gesture. "Reckon I kin erbout take keer of myself. Don't yer go ter botherin' erbout me, pardners !" he said, grimly. Then he faced Jes se James a g ain in a determined manner. A t this e x citing moment the bushes twenty feet from the roadway were parted a little and two pairs of eyes looked on at the scene with great interest. "One! two! three! Let her go, Star! You shoot the rear mules and I'll kill the leaders! The words were whi spen; d softly by one of the men lurking in the bu s hes and at the same instant, four reports sounded almost simultaneously. The four mules dropped dead in their tracks, and as the gang of outlaws raised their re v olvers to an swer the volley, four more s h o t s were fired at them from another direction. Then there came a yell that resembled an Indian war whoop and the bushes on both s ides of the road seemed to tremble with excitement. A score or more of men, wearing feathers in their hair and gaudy blankets around their shoulders, sprang up like magic. Crack! Crack! Crack! Their re v ol v ers spoke promptly, and four of the outlaw hors e s dropped
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6 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. semi-circle around him, while the outlaws moved nearer to the cart that held the treasure. "On your mother's grave, men! did any one of you turn a pistol on yonder mules? asked Price, sol emnly A s low sh aking of heads followed, and the men folded their brawny arms reverently across their bosoms. Jes se James studied the painted faces, and an uglier fro w n deepened upon his forehead. "Then we have other enemies near! Search the bushes Bill Watson!" he ordered, angrily "Bring out the serpents, you whelp, or your head ':Vill pay the forfeit! You're a snake in the grass yourself, so you should trace your kind easily!" Coyote Bill s red face grew gray with rage, but he turned obediently and darted into the bushes. At a look from his brother, Frank Jam es had lined the balance of the men up between the mule cart and the bo g us red men, and they now stood, each with his hand on the butt of a revolver. "I was sure I saw tracks back yonder, Jess," went on Bill Price, who had just treated himself to a drink from his fla s k and put it back in his pocket. Jess e James drew out his own black bottle and swallowed a mouthful of whisky returning the flask to his pocket without extending it to his rivals. The men on both sides looked on solemnly at this ominous sign, for the absence of conviviality showed the presence of suspicion. A yell from Coyote Bill came in time to relieve the depres s ion, and then the fellow shouted a warning to Jess e from the bushes. "There's tracks, all right, cap'n Two men with cowhides on have just crossed beyond the bunch of alders and made for the brook yonder. Hello! here' s a knife ther rascal has dropped! Shall I bring it to yer, Jesse, or go on arter ther skulkers?" "Bring me the knife I" roared the outlaw, without moving. Coyote Bill came back through the bushes and handed him the knife, and, as Jesse Jam es took it in his hand, his bronzed face grew purple. For just a second he forgot his dangerous position and burst out into invecti v es against the inoffensivelooking implement. "That's the property of Will Star, a Pinkerton man!" he roared. "I've seen the thing before a dozen times, I might say. That means that the ras cal is on my track! He shot the mules, and then skulked into the bushes and he 'll be back before long with the sheriff most !" "Then you' d better be moving, Jesse!" said Bill Price, with a peculiar ring in his voice. "How the devil can I, when the mules are dead?" -<" asked the outlaw, excitedly. "Hitch the men into the gearing and let 'em drag it, suggested Price, cooll y "It's the only way it can be done, and we 'll make it right on the divvy!" Jes se James ground his teeth s av a g ely, but he saw not other way to save the treasure. He did not dare to send a man on the track of the detectives for fear of treachery in the Price gang finding him short-handed. I'll accept that proposition on one condition1 Bill Price," he said after a minute. "Disarm the men, ever y mother's.son of them! You and I will keep a pop in one and the rest of the weapons shall lie on top of the nuggets where they can be got at handy, if there's need to use 'em!" Agreed!" said Price, promptly, as he proceeded to disarm his men and take pos s ession of the horse that Frank James had been riding. Jesse James winked at Frank, and his brother understood at once what was wanted. As he made a show at disarming the others and laying his own weapons also upon the bags of nuggets, he quietly slipped a loaded we apon into his outside pocket. What Jess e James saw, his brother did not notice -that one of Price's men did the same thing. Then the men hitched to the wagon, and the strange cavalcade started. Jesse James and Bill Price on ahead, each carrying a cocked revolver, and each eyeing the other furtively for any sign of treachery.

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THE JESSE Jf\MES STORIESo 7 The two outlaws had met before and bore each other no ill-feeling, but both knew the other well enough not to be over trustful. \t\Tith such a prize between them the question, of hono,r would hardly be considered. One knew as well as the other that in the end one would come off victorious. which it would be under the circumstances, neither could tell but each thought that he held the winning hand when he secreted the extra pistol. "Once over the border, the s tuff will be pretty safe, I reckon, Jess, remarked Price, pleasantly, "and we 'll J;>e in California by midnight, if the men don't gi v e out! There's bad going on the other side of the hills--" "I ain t going that wa y Bill spoke up Jes se James, promptly . ''I've changed my mind since I met you, pardner There' s a place just beyond the Roarir1g Gulch that'll do to stop in over night! It'il suit you I reckon, if yon' re so for a divvy! "I ain t iii no hurry, Jess!" remarked Price, with l I ) a sidelong look. I 'low though, it woul the deuce are you?" began Price, as they reached her. Jesse Jam es cut short his remarks by lifting his '!'ide -brimmed hat gracefully and .the young girl as though she were the Queen of 'v\ihat can I do for you, lost, strayed or stolen? Y.ou have and both I and my men will obey yolf! :;;,."<:;:'' './" The grandiloquent words of the ouliaw so aston ished the yoi.mg girl that she promptly turned her back on the others and stood staring up at him. He took a quick look at his men as he spoke, and seeing that Frank had one hand trust carelessly into his coat pocket, the outlaw slid from his horse and strode up to the girl. "Who are you and where did you come from?" he began. "Don't be afraid! There ain't one in the bunch that wouid dare raise a finger to harm I you !" The young girl, whose face had been half-con cealed by a big handkerchief, knotted loosely under her chin, pushed the golden locks from her forehead and looked at him shyly. "\Vho are you, sir?" she asked, after a minute's scrutiny of his face.

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8 THE JESSJ:: JAMES STORIES. The answer came promptly and in a tone of pride. "I am J csse James, the outla>v-the enemy of all men and the friend of all women!" This answe1 was exactly what the ybung woman wanted, and a shrewd look crept into her blue eyes, as she answered: "Then, Jesse Jam es, you mus t take me back to my friends! They are resting in the Black Ravine yon der. I was stolen irom them early this morning by a . b f b ,,, fiend that I now believe to e one o your num er. "A likely story, when we've just come from the other direction!" growled one of the men. "I reckon it was Snipe \Vilson, ther corpse, back yonder," said Coyote Bill. "He'd steal er gal as quick as he would a bag o' nuggets-!'' "Who stole you? Describe him," Jesse said, 1 "A man with a black face and cruel eyes! He wore a white sombrero and carried a Winchester! I was saved from him by a stray shot from some where, I know not where, and I have walked thus far, hopi_ng to find my way back to the wagon!" The men looked at each other, and then Frank Jam es made a brief summary. "The fellow back there under the trees must have stole her and the detectives shot him. Now, then, make her account for the fellow's clothes, and tell where the horse wei1t to! Her story sounds fishy, Jesse, in spite of her looking so innocent." Jesse James scrutinized the girl's face while his brother was talking, but her expression was as in noce n t as any baby's. "We had just dismounted under the trees andand the brute was trying to kiss me," murmured the girl, faintly. "When the shot came the horse bolted and I ran as fast as I could! I did not look me, so I knew not what happened!" There was another keen glance passed between the outlaws, and then Price gave vent to an opinion. "The girl may be speaking truth, and she may be lyin', J.ess The best way is to send her where she wants to go, with one of the boys to escort her! If he don't come back it won't be much loss, and if he does join us again, so much the better!" "It will be one of your men, of course, seeing you ar. e nine to six," answered the outlaw, shrewdly. Price bit his lips, and the men laughed again; the11 Frank James discovered a solution to the problem. "S'pose we take her along to the gully! v.,r e can settle about the swag and 'tend to her afterward. The ravine aint' more than nine miles from the gully." "A good scheme, Frank! Here, Bill vVatson, take the gal with you I'' ordered Jesse James, promptly. "Oh, no! Never!" gasped the girl, as she took a look at Coyote Bill's features. "I am afraid of him, sir !" "You'll have to take her with you, Jess!" chuckle
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THE JESSE JAMES STORIESo 9' rigged themselves up in the harness and. started the vehicle moving. Frank James and Arapahoe Joe, one of Price's men, brought up the rear, each carrying, unknown to the other, a hidden revolver. "Now, then, Jesse James, your day has come!" whispered the young girl to herself, as she glanced over the heads of the human brutes before her to the "That's right, par9, but s pose we'd be fired on from ther bresh? We' cl be er lot er easy targets fer skulkers, I'm thinkin' "Thet thar's what the cap'ns air ahead fer," said Arapahoe Joe, sullenly. "Let ther guns alone boys! They'll only make trouble! Ef ther gal dares ter lay er finger on e>ne on 'em I'll bl o w her ter blazes!" The half-breed excited as he spoke, and drew dashing outlaw. the hidden revolver from his pocket. Her eyes glistened as she ran her eagle glance Crack! over the weapons and selected a fine Colt revolver, with every chamber loaded, as the one to use in an emergency. The two outlaws had galloped on, and were out of sight of the party almost before she had made her selection, and with the instinct of she glanced back over her shoulder. Frank Jam es had his eyes riveted upon her face, and for just a second he startled her. He was so much like his brother that she knew him instantly. "He shall die; too," she thought, as her lids wavered a little. "Oh, I am glad I am the wife of a brave _.detective! It is my duty to kill these fiends, and I shall do my duty!" Her feelings overpowered her to such an extent that she leaned forward a little and a sudden jolt .:::>f the cart brought her fingers to the butt of the handsome weapon. "Touch it at your peril, miss!" warned Frank James, sharply. The others turned and looked at him with grins on their faces, and one of them called out across the wagon: "I reckon we d cash in all fired swift, ef ther gal knew her power Jess an' Bill air a brace of fools between you an' me, pardners What's ter hinder us I'd like ter know from gettin' hold of them weapons .?" "What's the use in it, men! We're peaceable,
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10 THE JESSE Jf\M ES STORIES. Jesse Jam es and Bill Price came galloping back at that minute, both with smiles npon their faces, that <;hanged to wonder hen they sa\v what hail happened. At the Yery first shot Jesse had taken it for granted that Frank was monarch of all he surveyed, while Bill Price snpposecl Arapahoe Joe was in the same position. They were both dnmbfounded to find Frank James and a half-breed in a desperate hand-to-hand encounter, and the young girl holding the balance of the cutthroats at ba)r with a Colt re volver. "Treachery, by the eternal!" howled Price, as he saw that his men had gotten the worst of it. "By thunder! That gal is plucky! Thinks she's got to fight, and don't know friends from enemies!'' was the outlaw's first thought. Then, as quick as a flash, he raised his pistol and a bullet struck his rival's wrist just as he was pulling the trigger of his weapon. Another shot followed, and Price was left as good as armless; then J essc I James took careful aim at his brother's opponent. The half-breed went clown in a heap, and Jesse James was once more in possession of the treasure. His only antagonist now was the girl with the flashing eyes, who had by this time become calm enough to relish her position. "Now, Jesse James, you have to deal with me!" she called out, coolly. "First, give those men what aid you can! This is the time for humanity, and not for more bullets !" The great outlaw glanced at the determined face, and, once more raising his hat, he lifted nis weapon. "You shall give the orders, and my men shall obey them, blue eyes," he said, gallantly, "but let me warn you not to touch the hammer of your weapon! Such a move on would make me forget that you are a woman, and I'd be forced to send you to the happy hunting ground!" The words were said pleasantly, but a cruel look accompanied them, and the young girl felt the rapidly oozing from her finger tips. Not 'Ile of the other ruffians had impressed her with such power, but she rea.lized that now she was under the eye of a master. If she had dared to disobey him her strength would not have permitted it, and, while he still smiled so cruelly upon her, the weapon dropped from her fingers. Five minutes later the two horses had been fas tened into the cart, and the James gang, armed and jubilant. \\"aS once more journeying across the mountains. The last glimpse of the spot upon which the tragedy had occurred showed Bill Price arid his men shaking their fists after the victorious outlaw, as they bent over each other, applying rude bandages. to their injuries. The young girl sat in a disconsolate heap upon the bags of gold, and, as she was jolted along, the tears crept from under her lashes. \Vith all her golden opportunity, she had not suc ceeded in killing Jesse Jam es, but this was not the most serious of her troubles. She was the wife of Will Star, the Pinkerton detective,. who had sworn to kill Jesse James, and her appearance in the road was part of a clever ruse to lead the outlaw gang in another direction. :Mrs. Star had no fear that Jesse James would harm her, but her husband had laid a trap for the outlaw in the ravine, and he was still headed for the gully. It was the thought that she had not been able to, accomplish anything that had overcome the little woman. Long before Jesse James led the little party into the gully, she had regained her composure and de cided to pit her wits against those of the famous bandit. She had taken the vow to kill this man, and she would not give up without another effort. There was no possibility of getting her hands upon another weapon now, for the men watched her every movement. Jesse James led his party to a small house, built of solid stone, which was so surrounded with bushes

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THE.JESSE JAMES STORIES. 11 th a t the men could not drag the cart within a hundred yards of it. Taking the fir s t bag of gold upon the saddle be fore him, Jesse Jam es ordered his men to follow, and in ten minutes the bags were deposited under the floor of the stone house. Then the outlaw came back to where he had left Mrs. Star, still seated upon the cart. "What are you going to do with me, Jess e James?" a sked the little woman, bravely. The ou t l aw s lipped from his saddle and threw the bridle o ver hi s arm; then took a quick look back o ver his shoulder to s ee if any of his men were watch ing him. Frank Jam es was comin g toward them, but that did not matter. "Ha I Ha! Getting fri ghtened, aren't you, little woman?" laughed the outlaw, gaily. "Well, I may as well be honest with you! I'm going to put my arm around you first, and then I am going to kiss you I" CHAPTER CXXXII. THE OLD STONE HOUSE. "For shame Jess-! Let the girl alone!" called Frank James, as Mrs. Star uttered a cry of horror. "Shut your mouth, will you!" grow l e d Jesse J a m e s gl a ncing back o ver his shoulder. Insta ntl y a s mall plump hand g a v e him a stin g in g blow u p on the cheek, and M rs. Star sprang to her feet w ith her e yes s p a rklin g B y Jove! The g irl i s a be auty l a u g h e d t h e out l a w w h o d id not in the l eas t mind the sla p "Don' t yo u d a re t o touc h me, you m ons t e r! I am a m a rri ed wom a n and m y husband w ill kill you!" blurte d out t he in d i g n ant w o m a n, im p ulsiv e ly. Jess e James stared a t h e r for a minute and as s he w a t c h e d his face detecti ve' s wi f e saw alm os t in"By the eternal I I know her now, Frank!" he snapped after a minute; then he threw back his head in a burs t of hilarious laughter. Frank James hurried up to them, and stared into her face and a minute later the rest of the gang surrounded them. "Take a good look at her, men!" thundered Jesse Jan'les, pointing his revolver at the frightened woman. "Her face is familiar! See if you can place it! A brief silence followed, and then Coyote Bill made an announcement. "I reckon yer ri ght, J ess I I've seen her afore! 'Pears ter me she crossed our p ath way back in Col orado." "Later'n thet thar, pardner I I've seen the gal sence we come ter Nevada," said Donk Perkins, de cidedly. Jesse Jam es helped himself to another swallow pf whisk y before he delivered his opinion. When he fin a lly spoke poor Mrs. Star had all she could do to keep from fainting. "The gal is the wife of one of them Pinkerton sleuths, he said firmly, so that proves that the whelps are hot .on my trail! Bring the gal inside, Frank, and you Bill Watson, drag in the wagon! Forewarned is forearmed, you know, this gal is a warnin g, I t a ke it!" The outlaw cocked his revolver, as he spoke, and then g l a nced c a r e fully o ve r the bushes, as though he e x p e ct e d to see a de te cti v e p o p up any minute. The n w a l king b a ck wa r ds, he m a de his way to the house, w hile the men ptHled the empty cart across the bu shes a nd hid it in the r ea r of the low stone bu i ldin g. Fra nk led Mrs Sta r into the h o u se. Mrs. Sam uels, J esse J ames' moth er, w a s there, and in a few moments t he w h ole gan g h a d gath e red in side. As it prove d the y wer e n one too s o on. Sudden l y a ch o rus of sho u ts fr o m o u tsi de c a m e t o st a ntl y tha t s he h a d arouse d hi s su s picions. them She bit h e r lip s a nd c o l o r ed wil:h c hagrin ancl "\rV hoop Hello. i n side, th e re y ell ed s o m e o n e ev ery change in her express ion see m e d t o incr e ase at the d oo r ; then ca m e a l o u d knoc k i n g wit h a r e vol -the outlaw s a nger. v e r butt o n th e heavy pane ls.

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/ 12. THE JESSE Jl\MES STORIES. Jesse Jam es made a sign to his mother to answer the question. The aged woman moved across the room, and stood be s ide the door as she answered: "Who are you, stranger, and what do you want?" The answer made Jesse James open his eyes a bit wider, while Mrs. Star held her breath and clasped her hands together. "We won't harm er hair of yer .hea. d, madam! V./e's jest er party bound fer Austin from near Frisco, an' we\e hed ther misfortune tei" Jose one of our number!"' Mrs. Stat got her breath and opened her lips to call out, wlien Jesse James promptly clapped his ha11d 9ver her mouth. "\Vho's yer lost, and how ? ' asked Mrs. Samuels, who had not heard their prisoner's story. Mrs. Star's heart seemed to stop beating, when her own husband replied in a husky voice: "Vve've lost er gal, madam! She went berryin' in ther hills, an' thet thar's ther last \ve 'v e seen of her!" "How many are there of you?" a s ked Mrs. Sam uel's through the door. "Three men an' two women all told-the gal thet's missin would ml\ke ther number even!" "Let 'em in, mother!" said Frank Jam es, straightening up suddenly. ''That's the same story the gal told, and I belie v e it's the truth!" Jesse James whipped a big handkerchief from his pocket, and tied it over Mrs. Star's mouth Frank was speaking; then. securing another, he bound her ha11ds together. "Now, then, I'm ready for 'em!" he growled, as he cocked two pistols and stood with one in each hand facing the door. Without a word: the res t of the gang formed a half-circle around him, while Mrs. Samuels removed the bar and uttered a word of welcome. "I reckon you can come in, strangers, if you like!" she said quickly. "The gal is here all right, and I 'low she'll be glad to see you!" CHAPTER CXXXIII. THE PRAIRIE SCHOONER. Mrs. Star exerted all her strength to free her mouth from the gag. It was of no avail. Jesse James had bound it too tightly for her to move it an atom. It was horrible to be obliged to s ee those she loved shot clown 'in cold blood, without being .able to give. them a word of warning. As the door swung open her eyes were riveted upon .it with an awful fascination But, to her surprise, the who stood before the door was not her husband. Neither did he belong to the party to which she a nd her husband had referred, but was unmistakably a stranger in t hat sect ion "Sb you've found the gal hev ye? Waal, thet thar's good news," he began, when his e y e fell upon Jess e James, and his group of marksmen. There wa s a moment's pause, as the stranger stared i11credulously; then he threw his head back, and burst into a roar of laughter. By snakes! Ef it ain t Jesse James himself! Snakes an' crocodile s! I 'low I ne ver expected ter hev sech an honor! I reckoil now, you'll lower them guns a leetle pard, when I tell ye my name! v\Thy, I'm ther only man twixt hyar an' ther Pacific thet's got a11ythi11g about him wuth stealin' It was the bandit's turn to stare, but he did not take the stranger's advice to lower his weapon. "Yott' cl be s t "speak your name before you come in then, stranger," he said, glumly. I don't know your face, and neither i s your voice just familiar! "I'll leave my shootin' hardware outside. Reckon; now that thar'IJ be erbout ter yer likin', Jess," remarked the stranger, as by a quick motion, he unbuckled his belt and allowed it and two pistols to drop to the ground. Jesse Jam es lowered hi s weapon a trifle and gave a low order to his men; then he ros e from his chair and held out his hand to the stranger. "You're welcome, stranger, particularly if its true

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THE JESSE Jf\MES STORIES you 've got that about you that's worth stealing! Now where did the rest of your party go to?" The stranger jerked hi s slouch I n t off with one hand while he made a gesture over his shoulder with the other. "They're yonder-ther whole bunch on ; em Jess!" he said, cheerfull y "Ther di sappearance of ther gal in broad daylight ha s u i 1manned 'em er leetle Hello! What ther de vil is ther meanin' of this? v Vhat hev yer got the leetle one gagg ed fer, yer scoundrel?" He had just caught s i ght o f Mrs. Star, who was staring at hi!11 o v e r the bi g banclana, but J essc James walke
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14 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. through his clothing, inflicting a flesh wound in the neck where it joins the shoulder. "Ther Honorable Conway Tupham !" finished the wounded man, coolly. "Ther richest man, by er long shot, thet's ter be found in Californy !" "Why the deuce didn't you say so, and not be so long about it," snarled Jesse James, who was a little upset over this information. "I reckon you were killing time. If I'd known who you was--" "Ha,w Haw! You'd hev treated me better, I reckon! Waal, now yer know what kind of a bird has fell inter your bag, p'raps you'll do me ther favor ter be a leetle more civil." He walked to the door as he spoke and took a look at the prairie schooner, finding no one in sight, and all quiet under the canvas. "Queer ther bunch don't come in ter see ther gal," he muttered, apparently to himself. "I 'low they've guessed who yef be, Jess, an' ther news has skeered 'em! Twouldn't be ther case if ther gal's husband was with us! He's been searchin' ther hills steady-ever sence we lost her this mornin' !" Mrs. Star opened her eyes at this, for she had heard her husband's voice distinctly, but she breathed a sigh of relief, for she knew the lie was intended for her own and her husband's protection. Jesse James was leaningin the doorway now, staring hard at the prairie wagon, but his men were pressing the triggers of their weapons as vigilantly as ever. Not a movement of the "Honorable Conway Tup ham" escaped them, and she did not dare to question him by so much as an arching of the eyebrows. This friend in need was a total stranger to her. No doubt he had overhauled her party during the forenoon and learned the ruse to lead Jesse Jam es into a trap, which, because of Bill Price, had proven unsuccessful. She stared at him curiously, as he chatted amiably with the men, and even tried to make friends with the grim old woman. Suddenly the strange man made a gesture that struck her as being familiar, and a moment later she experienced a revelation. The man who had ventured so bold_ ly into this outlaw den was not Conway Tupham at all. He was another Pinkerton detectiv e' by the name of Frank Wallace. After that the poor girl's heart bea. t so hard .that she could hardly breathe, she :was so fe
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. THE JESSE JAMES STORlt:S. 15 The outlaw knew of nothing that could fall with that_peculiar sound except a lifeless human body. Before he could even yell a warning a whip was cracked Qver the heads of the mules and the white canvas wagon top moved away the. bushes. A low laugh from his guest brought the outlaw co his s.enses. He turned and saw Tupham standing directly be fore the three armed men, pointing down at something that lay on the stone floor of the shanty. "Quick! Seize him, men! Bind him hand and foot, and the girl, too!" he began. "It's a trick to reduce my and it's succeeding too well for my pleasure! The rascals have killed Frank or Pete! They've left the body in the bunch of mesquite yonder I" There was a shriek, and Mrs. Samuels dashed from the house, stopping long enough to pick up one of Tupham's pistols, which still lay where he had dropped them. Donk Perkins made an attempt to seize Tupham, but the latter sprang back Jike lightning. Tossing another nugget, worth fully a thousand dollars, to Jesse Jam es, he put his back against the wall and glared at them savagely. Instantly three weapons were leveled at his heart, and three pairs of eyes were turned upon the outlaw king for an order to commit murder. If Jesse James had so much as winked, a brave life would have gone out in a second, but the bandit was feeling the gold in his hand, a cruel smile crept slowly over his features. "Hold! Don't harm him, men! Nuggets like these don't grow on every tree!" "Ifhe is the man he says he is, the rascal's worth k119wing We'll leave him here with the gal, while we go after the wagon. Mother can look after the two of 'em! There ain't a shooting iron in the house, so there'll be no danger for her!" He stepped out of the house as he spoke, and two of his men followed him. Donk Perkins went out back. and in a second returned with the thorough re
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16 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. denly. and Mrs. Samuels came out, taking pains to close and bolt the door behind her. "She won't do it again, Jess!" she said, grimly. "Now, give me my orders and be off, my son! Every minute that you waste may be fatal to your brother!" The outlaw bent his lips to her ear a minute; then left the house, the ol d woman being for the time sole jailor of three prisoners, as well as the custodian of fifty thousand dollar$. Neither the detective nor Mrs. Star knew what had been done with the money, and they saw at once that there was little chance for them to locate it, for Mrs. Samuels' first command was that they should not move a muscle: Arn.led with two she seated herself upon a stool, after seeing that the door was securely barred against intruders. Jesse Jam es ordered his three men to secrete themselves in the bushes near the house to await his return. They were not allowed to enter the house for obvious reasons. Jesse was afraid of their turning traitor and stealing the bags of gold-they might even be tempted to murder his old mother. As he galloped away on the back of his thoroughbred, his keen eyes caught one glimpse oi the whitetopped wagon. A minute later it disappeared over the brow of a hill, and when the outlaw reached the hill it had van ished completely. Before him swept a range of low, sparsely-wooded hills, and a wagon of that size could hardly disappear for more than five minutes, He waited twice that time, with his brow growing darker and darker; then, following the line of brpken bushes, which had been made by the passing of the clumsy vehicle, he dashed ahead in the hope of overtaking f#em. Only one thought was in this strange man's mind at this time. He was determined to save his brother. After that had been accomplished he would turn his attention to an even pleasanter task-that of wreaking his revenge upon the men he called "sleuthhounds." Meanwhile, something had happened in the old stone house that would have made him even more furious if he had known it. For once in her life, Mrs. Samuels had been out witted. The detective tricked her into a moment of unguardedness, and, while Jesse was planning how to wreak his revenge upon his enemies both his mother and his ill-gotten gold were in the "sleuth hounds' hands. CHAPTER CXXXIV. JESSE JAMES' TRICKS. 1A sharp dash over the hills followed; then Jesse James reined up with a fierce exclamation. He was on the top of a steep decline, and below him, not a hundred yards away, was the wreck of a canvas-topped prairie wagon. "Deserted the old caboose and bolted! Exactly what I thought!" grumbled the outlaw, riding close to the ruins. Hoof beats to the left told him in which direction the party had gone, but the shrewd outlaw paused to consider the situation before he followed. Jesse was still clad in the garments which he had stolen from one of the injured guards that morning, and, as he sat his horse in the middle of the path, some one hailed him from a distance of several rods across the hills. Looking sharply, he discovered two men, mounted upon handsome horses, who seemed to be scanning the surrounding country. "The sheriff, by the eternal!" he muttered under his breath. "He's out looking for the mule team!" The men had spurred their horses toward him, and were waving their hats in a friendly manner, and the outlaw was not slow in grasping the situa tion. "They think I'm one of those link-heads that was

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THE JESSE JJ\MES STORIES. 17 sent with the yaller from the Comstock, I reckon," he s aid aloud. "What' s the matter with my keep ing up the bluff and lowing I'm one of 'em? That' s Comstock?" asked the sheriff's companion, sud denl y The outlaw did not so much as falter, as he an-my play at the present minute, I reckon sw e red the question. As the sheriff yelled again the outlaw promptly "I'm Hank Wilkins's brother! Hank's ther cap'n to o k off his h a t and swung it around his head. "Hi, there! Hello, sheriff! I reckon, now, yer ther man I want ter see!" h e bellowed. "Hev ye got er drop of licker in yer pocket? I'v e hed er thump on ther head thet makes me feel like er sick co yote!" "\\That's up pardner? \h/hat yer
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18 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. about it! Now, hands up and not a move or I' 11 blow the pair of you to blazes !" The order came so suddenly that both men were caught napping, and two pairs of arms were lifted heavenward. Jesse James debated for just a second, and gave a second order: "Loosen your belt and drop it, Jim Snyder, but don't lay a finger on that other weapon! It's the only chance you've. got for saving your life! I'm Jesse Jam es himself, so I reckon you'll think best not to rile me !" A look of fear stole across Jim Snyder's face, and he promptly lowered one hand and did as he was di rected. This left only one armed man, and he was practically helpless but Jesse Jam es put one pistol ,back in his belt, and then leaned forward in his sad dle. The next second the official v .. as relieved of his weapons, and the daring outlaw was master of the situation. "Now, gentlemen, as I seem to hold the winning hand, you'll do as I say or it wiJl be the worse for you," began the outlaw in a cruel voice. "It's true, I stole that load of yaller this morning, but I've had the devil's own time keeping the stuff in my posses sion." Now, I propose to fix you so you won't meddle with my arrangements, and so I'm obliged to corral your horses! You see, I must get over the border before the sheriff gets after me! Ha! ha! That's a joke! Hope you appreciate it, Jim Snyder!" "I reckon I do, Jess," said the man, slowly. "I suppose you've got it all planned what yer gain' ter do with ther sheriff!" I reckon I have, Jim Snyder! And the first thing is to overhaul the gypsies that have just vacated the schooner yonder! You lead the way and I'll follow gentlemen! That may not be just to your liking, but it's the way I do business pardners !" The two men growled. curses under. their breath, but there was nothing to do but obey, and, as they headed their horses toward the Dead Cedar section, Jesse James gave one swift glance over the 1<1.ud scape. The spot where he was at present was a trifle too open for what he intended to do, but at the first deep cut between the hills, '.1e gave a grunt of satisfactioi1. Drawing the second revolver again, he brought his hors e to a stop, allowing the bridle to dangle from the neck of the faithful animal. "Halt! Get down, Jim Snyder!" he ordered. Snyder dropped from hi s saddle as though he had been shot, and faced the outlaw promptly. "Tie your horse to yonder tree and come back!" ordered Jesse James again. Snyder complied as meekly as a school boy. Now, then, you do the same, sheriff!" commanded the outlaw, sternly. "It wont come easy for you to take orders, I reckon, but it'll come a hanged sight ea s ier than having you head shot off, pardner !" "Jess James, this hyar proceedin' is contrary ter all laws of squar' dealin' !" began the sheriff, angrily. "Arguin' wont make me do any different! Better take what comes and be thankful, sheriff! I have no notion of killin' you if you don't kick over the traces !" "But I'm the sheriff of this hyar county, Jess!" protested the heart-broken official. "Ha! Ha! And I'm Jesse James, the outlaw! Reckon you don't know me, sheriff! Jesse James don' t knuckle to any man, you ought to know by this time! You're one of my sworn enemies, Dick Webster, and. you're getting off lucky. I'll just ask yo u to tie the sheriff to one of them birches with this lariat, Jim Snyder! There! Now, I reckon I'll have to tie you myself! I've got to go on about m y business, gentlemen, and you can see for yourselves that I don't want any company!"' The outlaw dropped from his saddl e a s he spoke, his weapon still cocked in his hand; and stood over Jim Snyder, while he his friend hand and foot with the lariat.

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THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. 19 Then, with a sudden swing of his iron arm, Jesse James laid Snyder out at full length on the ground, after which it was easy work to bind his hands and feet with handkerchiefs. Five minutes later Jesse James was galloping back to the stone house, with his two extra horses. His object was to get help before he went on after his brother. Once in sight of the stone house the outlaw antici pated an end tQ his troubles; still as he neared the f spot he was with unaccountable forebodings. Halting at t(e edge of the fringe of bushes which hid the stone shanty from the trail, he put his fingers to his lips and gave three shrill whistles. There was no reply, and the outlaw's face dark ened. He whistled again, but with the same result. Either the men were not there or they had misunderstood his signals. Making his way through the bushes with a cocked revolver in his hand, he stumbled upon the dead body of Pete Wilcox, lying just where it had fallen. This sight aroused all of the bad blood in his veins, but when his horse shied at a second body only a few feet further on the outiaw's blood was seething like a cauldron. Dropping from his horse, he examined the dead man. It was Donk Perkins. There were two bullet holes in his breast and one in his temple. "That means there's danger near," muttered the outlaw, anxiously. "Curse the sleuths! They' ve tricked me by not going on with the schooner!" He sprang back into his saddle, and once more put his fingers to his lips, and a peculiar birdlike trill resulted. "If mother's alive, she'll answer," he thought, with a curious sinking at his heart. A moment later the signal was repeated by some one in the shanty. It was a muffled sound, and sug-he moved slowly toward the door, which was closed as he had left it. He saw no trace of either Coyote Bill or Hickory Dennis his other two men, and this fact increased his suspicions of treache1y among his own numbers. What had occurred could not be guessed, so he grasped the latch of the door and shook it. To his amazement, it opened readily, and showed him a perfectly empty room. Neither his prisoners or his guests were visible, and for once the bold outlaw was in danger of losing his nerve completely. CXXXV. AMONG THE OUTLAWS. There were only two rooms in the stone house, but J es se James would not leave his horses to ex amine the sec-0nd one. Springinti fl Jtck into the saddle, he made a dash through it\.'" mshes, leaving his mother to whatever fate had l. t -iallen her. He had almost reached the trail when a revolver cracked and the bridle strap in his hand was cut by a bullet. This made the outlaw desperate. He wheeled in his saddle, letting go his hold on the second strap, and was just in time to see Coyote Bill's head disappear behind a tree trunk. "They've turned on me, curse them !" roared the outlaw, as he sent a bullet crashing into the tree. Crack! Crack! Two more rifles spoke from opposite directions, and "Jesse James, thinking that his men had joined forces with the detectives, put spurs to his horse and disappeared like a cyclone. "Scared him off, by thunder, an' corralled their. gested stifl}ng and suffocation. horses 1" yelled vVatson, as he made a dash for one For just a second the daring outlaw remained unof the animals. "I reckon it's safe to look eround, decided. Then his love for his mother returned, and Hicko:y, now thet Jess has been hyar Ef thar,

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2() THE JESSE JJ\Mt$ STORIES, was arty more sleuths erbottt, ther cap'n would hev other rascal is safe! Davis will look out for Frank heerd from 'em !" "I ;low he got i11side/' remarked Hickory Dennis, as he leaped into the saddle of the secGnd horse. "Now, the questiori is ; shall we hev a try fer thet thar gold?" "Nbt on yer life! Ther old woman's in thar, an' I'd as soon face er panther!" "I retko1i. they've killed her! We heerd shots in side!'' "Thet thar makes it wt1ss I It me::i.ns thar's ei1emies in yonder! Thar's ther Hon'rable Cgnway Tupham, ef thet thar's what he calls himself--" "I 'low he's er sleuth, Bill!" "My openyun egz'actly Thet thar makes two of ther rascals not countin' ther gal!" "Fifty thousand won Id be er good haul! I hate ter leave it behind me!" "So do I. S'pose we hev er look inter ther place! Keep yer eye peeled, Hickory!" The two approached the house, each carrying :i. cocked revolver, and keeping one eye behind them for fear of Jess returnii1g. Pusl-iing open the door, Hickory Dennis took a step into the ioom. The next second he received a blow on the head fr6m some one who was crouching behind the door, and fell sprawling across the stone floor. llis companion bolted like a shot and got away safely, with Frank \iV allace doing his best to pepper him with bullets. "One's a plenty, Frank! Let the other rascal go!" called \\Till Star, as he came out of the room, with his wife behind him. w allace barred the door, while Star relieved Hickory Dennis of his belt and revolvers. "I fancy the game is in our hands just at. present," went on Star, who was a handsome young fellow; with eyes as sharp as an eagle's. "It is until Jess comes back," was the other detective's answer. "It was dead easy to trick the o ld lady and get possession of the shanty, but with Jess outside, we can still expect trouble! I'm glad the James, I reckon!" Hickory Dennis \vas scrambling to his feet; wl}e11 he saw Star's weapon aimed at his heart, and he sat down upon the floor again, staring blankly at his captors. V/allace laughed, anti at that minute another figure emerged from the inner room, and Mrs. Star went at once and put her ar111 arolmd he1. It -vvas a11other young woman, possibly seventeen yeats of age, whose faee was quite as beautiful as Mrs. Star's, only that now het eyes were red with weeping. "How wil1 I ever thank yott for rescuing me?" she began, with het eyes upott Frank Wallate's face. "I had given up until I heard his outside here! Oh we must leave this place at once bdote that ruffian returns to mm'der tis!" "Is our prisoi1er sate?" asked Star, goirtg to the door, and glancing in. A harsh laugh ffbh1 tli.e otlt laws old mother answered hirh. She was sitting upon a stool, with het strong hands bound together. "It seems a pity to keep her tied, doesn't it?" asked Mrs. Star, as she moved close to her husband. This l eft the young girl alone, and Wallace shifted his weapon to his left hand and put his right arm around her. "Tell me how you came here, little one," he said, in a low voice. "You certainly do not belong in an outlaw's family!" "I do not, indeed!" was the answer, as the young girl's eyes filled with tears. "I was lnrred here by a monster whom I know now to be Jesse James! He told me I wo uld find a fortune in California, where he is going with all the money he has stolen! He promised me his mother's protection, and I accepted and came! Now, I know it was all clone in the hope of getting a iansom I am the only daughter of a St. Louis merchant!" Frank \Vallace jumped as though he had been shot.

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THE JESSE JAMES 21 "Is your father's name Bogart, and is he the head f the firm of Bogart & Day?" he asked. The girl nodded her head, and her eyes were nv ted upon his face. She felt sure that she was about to hear some ood news of her father. "Poor child!" said the detective, finally; "so that Apparently nothing could save them except the presence of Mrs. Samt1els. "Bring her out here, Frank! I want to be sure of her!" said Star, who was watching Hickory Den111s. \Vallace went inside for the old woman, and Hick ory Dennis made a quick movement with his foot. as what became of you, was it? The papers reStar had glanced at his wife for a secoucl, and on rted that you had ran away with a gambler, and looking back he saw what had happened. One oi ur father has sworn: that he will never forgive ti !" The young girl burst into tears. "Don't cry, little ot1e," said \tVallace. "You are t the first girl who has been a trifle foolish! We ve saved you from Jesse James, and I shall take u back to your father." "Now, then, I guess, I've got this fellow trained, ' !cl Star, after a short conversation with Hickory. e says the gold is hidden under this floor, and if '11 divide it in three parts he'll help us save it! re's a chance for two detectives to prove their ttle !" 'It's tempting, old man, but I'm not a robber !" laughed Wallace. "Glad to know where the odle is so we can notify the sheriff!" 'Hark t He's coming back!" cried Mrs. Star at t minute. he sound of horse's hoofs could be heard oute; then came a peculiar birdlike whistle. It was antly answered by Mrs. Samuels, and both of detectives held their breath to l isten. They're in there, Jess!" they heard some one call hoarsely. ''They put er bullet inter Dank, all t, an' they've trapped Hickory in ther shanty! use ter try ter fire ther house now, is thar ?" No; besides, my is in there!" came thlO' er in the outlaw's voice. "\!\Tait, Bill! I know 'ck or two about that old pile of stones, tho'! I'll the roof on their heads as soon as I've rescued he detectives stared at each other, while the two g \vomen turned pale. hey were caught like rats 111 a trap. I the biggest stones in the floor had moved a little. It was in jnst the position to show him that it was swung on a pivot. "Hold on, there! v..re don't want any disappearing acts!" \Yarned the detective, coolly. "vVhen we want that boodle we'll know where to find it!" Mrs. Samuels came out just then, and gave a quick glance around, her eyes meeting those of Hickory Dennis for just a second. In an instant the old creature made a pretense of stumbling. As she fell she struck Star's arm, sending his weapon spinning. The detective made a grab for it, while Wall ace darted toward Mrs. Samuels, and Hickory Dennis dropped like a stone down through what was now a wide opening. "Quick! After him, Wallace! Pepper the ras cal!" yelled Star, as he fired a shot downward, just as the heavy stone was closing. "Thunder! The game is up! The fellow will get out!" cried Star, alarmed. Mrs. Samuels gave vent to a harsh, cackling laugh, as slie recovered her bat ance with surprising alacrity. "Look out for her, Star! She's planning to do that very same trick said vVallace, frowning. "It's safer in the cellar than it is here, I reckon: so if she goes down we must all be ready to follow her!" He kicked the stol1e as he spoke, and instantly it moved a little. Then came the crack of a revolver sop1ewhere be low them. "Hark! They've met, and don't' know eac h other!" whispered Star.

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22 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. Even Mrs. Samuels seemed concerned, and bent her stately head to listen. "Hello! What ther devil ails yer, Bill?" asked Hickory Dennis in a smothered, husky voice. "Ain' t bad enough ter be hyar without yer pepperin' me, pardner? Cuss ther sleuths! They've hed me bagged! I 'lowed I'd never gi t clear on 'em!" "How many air there, pard ?" "Two men an' two women! Thet thar's countin' ther gal Jess stole back in St. Louis." "Howerbout ther old woman?" "She's tied hand an' foot by now, I reckon! What's Jess up ter, pard? I 'lowed he;d murdered ye by this time." ./ "I reckon he thinks 'twas ther sleuths that stole ther horses, cuss him! He ain't said a word sence I met him sneakin' back thro' ther bushes! Ther cap'n is all upset over ther old wornan up yonder!" "What's yer orders hyar, then, Bill?" "Ter stick my head up thro' ther hole an' git er bullet in it," answered the outlaw, with a chuckle. "Jess i s gin' ter storm th er chimney, while I blaze from the cellar! Ef thet thar don' t fetch ther ras cals, down comes ther shanty f I reckon he' d see his smashed as fl.at as er flounder if--" Mrs. S a muel s had h eard enough, and gave a shriek of terror. "Never! N e ver! My son would never do that!" Her agonized cry was cut short by a crash, and an a v alanche of stones was hurled down the widemouthed chimn e y "The rascal mean s bus i ne s s! We've got to g e t out of here!" c ried vVallace, as h e noticed that the walls were shaking. "The place is older tha n the hill s and will fa!] like a card hous e muttered Sta r. V./ e mus t think fast, old man! l v V e 'v e got to save the ladi e s!" "I won't go a step without you darling," said Mrs. Star, promptly. "And I won't g o w ith out him!" cri e d Luc ie Bogart, sh y ly, as she glanced at Frank Walla ce. .The detective put arm around. h e r, and kissed her gently, just as another shower of stones came rattling down the chimney. "Hush!" whispered Star, as a shrill whistle sounded on the roof. The others waited in breathless silence, with their eyes fixed upon Mrs. Samuels. "She understands the signal! Why the deuce, didn't she answer?" whispered Star, after a min: ute. Once more the whistle sounded, but still there was no reply; then Mrs. Samuels defied their weapons by moving across the stone floor, and, bending low over the gaping hole. "Quick! Answer him, Bilf \Vatson, or my life will be on your hands!" she called. I out shrilly. "You know the signal well enough[ Jess wants to know if you have saved his mother!" h There was still no reply, and the old woman's fac1 l grew ashen. Then she puckered up her lips and tried to imitat1 the whistle, but the breath would not come she wai too near paralyzed with horror. "Our doom is sealed! We must bolt for it or bi crushed under the stones!" cried Star, as he glanceh up and saw the roof of the old house beginning ti tumble. "We must save her, too, Will! I can't see h
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I I ,, I ) THE JESSE dJ\MES STORIES. 23 'My Goel! The shanty is clown! There's noth. left but a heap of stones!" he cried, excitedly .'And is fighting his own men! They were ting with a s pecie bag-! Thank Heaven, that '.es l!S our chance to get away! There are three I ses yonder! After them, \Vallace !" he shots were up, but the cloud of dust und the ruins kept them from seeing the combatfor more than a brief second. tar made a leap toward the nearest horse, bttt ; cl that he had been tethered too securely for him ntie easily,. so he secured the second and hurried to the ladies. 'allace was there before him, and in a second were in the saddles. 1e last they heard was a shrill yell from uels warning Jess of their departure. CHAPTER CXXXVI. THE BATTLE AT THE RUINS, Mrs. en the two detectives returned to the heap of which they did two days later, the y had Law Davis, a third detective, and the sheriff of n County with them. Davis had landed Frank safely in jail, and then visited the sheriff's of ; nding that this i "mportant official had been g since morning. hour later he arrived at his office in Orrville, : i is thrilling story of his encounter with Jess e upon his lips. e had managed to free himself from his bonds, k hich he liberated his man, and the two had rought into Orrville by a band of prospec [ ho happened to pass oYer the trail to Dead told his story of entrapping Frank James, merely a demonstration of the quickest the trigger; then the two men set ont with <1 1 o l,0ok for Jesse and the treasure. : le from the sheriff's office they encountered I ci Wallace, with the ladies before them on I the saddle, and, leaving the fair ones safely ho .used at Orrville, they we;it back to the ruins "Keep yer eyes peeled, men!" murmured the sheriff, who felt pretty well acquainted with J essc Jam es' tricks. "Ef thar' s a bag of gold left yonder under thet thar pile of stones, I 'low J ess'll be sum mers about hyar er lookin' arter it!" reined his horse around the pile and gave a shout of surprise. ''It's Bill \Vatson. Dead as a doornail!" he cried, after a glimps(' at a dead body wedged in be tween two stones. "An' thar's er bag of the yaller at his feet! I 'low Jess shot him called another of the posse . "Caught him plumb in the act, no doubt! They were planning to steal the gold all right, and evidently Jess guessed it," added Star, with some satis faction; "I fancy we owe those fellows our lives, in a way! If they hadn't been treacherous to Jess we wouldn't have gotfen away so easily. The bullets that were meant for us had to go in their direction." "It's ther only bag in sight," muttered the sheriff, as he searched the ruins; "I 'low now it holds erbout five thousand wuth o' dust. Reckon, as ther sheriff of this hyar county, I'd better put it on their sad dle!" He glanced around at his party, who were all be hind him, and for just a second nobody answered. Then a voice from the opposite side of the ruins came over to them all like the blast of a bugle. ''I reckon you'll keep your hands off of that bag, Sheriff Webster!" Like magic a dozen horsemen emerged from the fringe of trees behind the pile of stones and lined themselves up as if for battle. "It's Jesse James!" cried Star, who had recog nized the voice instantly; "make ready, men! Don' t let one the evils escape you!" The two parties were nearly even there being one more in the sheriff's posse than in the outlaw gang, and for a moment they glanced at each other I

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24 THE JESSE STORIES. \ I through th e crevices between the stones C': the pile between them. It was to be a singular battle, and en .. y one knew it. Jesse James wa s fighting for revenge rather than the bag of gold dust, while the detectives were trying to kill the outlaw to satisfy the government. Almost involuntarily eac h rider drew closer be hind the stones, which only rose high enough to "Once more!" l "Fire!" Star roared the second order, and his men re sponded, but the response from the other side was extraordinarily feeble. "They're weakening! At 'em again, boys!" yelVed \Vallace, excitedly. The uninjured members of the posse raised their weapons to their shoulders, but not a hammer fell. protect the horses. Every ma-n among the outlaws Instead there came a flash, and the man-had his hand upon his pistol, every member of the sheriff's posse was in the same position. Honors and favors alike were even. It would be a fair fight, and a survival of the fittest. The moment of .angry glaring passed, and then Jesse James issued an order. It was intended for his enemies, as well as for his followers. "Let it be a square and fair fight, pardners I'm the captain on this side, and my men will obey my strous pile of stones flew in all directions. "Treachery! Shoot ther knave! Jesse James ha3 tricked us!" yelled the sheriff, as his horse dropped under him. Star landed on a clump of bushes forty feet away, but he was on his feet in a second, racing straight toward the scattered posse, "Once more, boys! Let 'em have one more!" he cried at the top of his voice; then, catching sight of Jesse James through the smoke and dust, he emptied orders! Now, then, let me see who is to have the his weapon at the outlaw. honor of opposing me !" The outlaw's old air of bravado had returned to him, and instantly Star urged his horse in front of the bandit king, and answered him fearlessly. "I will command this side, Jesse Jam es You After that a sickening pain overtook him, and the brave fellow dropped on the ground. The last sound in his ears was the crack of his own weapon. Two hours later the brave fellow awoke to conknow me, I reckon I am Will Star, a Pinkerton sciousness, with the sheriff and his tvvo chums bend-detective, who has sworn to kill you!" ing over him, and Davis promptly told him the re" Ha! Ha! Yes, I know you! A plucky fellow, sult of the contest. . tut a foolish one! This is your la s t day and hour "V\T e're not in it Star! Jess had the devil on his o n the track of Jesse James Are you ready? One, side! He's gone sco t free and taken the last bag Two!" with him!" r a i sed his weapon as he spoke, and the brave "An' we've lost four men; curse ther rascal!'' detective did like w ise; then both pronounced the growled the s heriff. ''Snakes an' crocodiles! I next number together. "Three!" "Fire!" A volley followed that echoea to the mountains. hope ther sinner has m a de tracks onter D ayton County! I 'low, now, fer cussedne s s Jess Jam es will n eve r be e qua lled! " \ V e kill e d three of his men, that's all," said Wal, I

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I THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. 25 lace, dubiously, "but some of 'cm were badly bat tere d by the stones, and we winged nearly all of l th nt.' l 'Then, he's escaped us! We've had all our trot.hie for nothing," began Star, faintly. Wallace nodded his head, but Davis looked up from. a bullet hole in his hand and said nervily: "We'll bag him next time, old man! Never. say die! He's got to die some time, you know, and it may be our luck to kill him! I reckon the thing to do now is to rest a little." His advice was taken, and the party wended its way back to Oreville, after burying their friends in the cellar of the stone house, which had been swept almos t clean by the force of the explosion. Jesse Jam e s was not heard of again for some time, and, although several posses were sent out, the outlaw's whereabouts was not di s covered. He had succeeded in getting away with the fifty thousand dollars. Wallace kept his word later, and took Lucie back to her father, and, as she was deeply repentant, she was finally forgiven. She did not marry her rescuer, though, until two years later, her parents upon her finishing '\ her education. The story of her abduction by Jesse James created a nine clays' wonder, and added another black mark to the famous bandit's reputation. The injured guards were picked up and taken back to Carson City in time to save all their lives, but the Price gang vanished as if by magic. An hour after their scrimmage with Jesse James they had buried their dead in the bushes, and then crept away to their haunts in the mountains. Besides antagonizing all Nevada by his evil deeds, Jesse had made another enemy. Neither Bill Price nor his men would ever forget the debt they owed him. Some time in the future they intended to cancel it, but if Jesse had heard their threats, he would probably have shrugged his shoulders. The famous outlaw's faith in his own ability was as great as it was justifiable. TO BE CONTINUED. EDITORIAL. Our readers have noticed that from No. 2t we have used the same general title for this series, which will be continued for abOut thirteen issues. when a new title will be used for another series of "Jesse James" stories equally absorbing; and this plan will be continued inddinitely. We believe our readers will welcome this change as an improvement, since we can thus avoid any duplicates in titles or the use of any title 1'earing a similarity to others. Of course each issue will be numbered differently in rotation, as heretofore, and also bear upon its cover a different picture illustratingsome important incident in the story which clearly distinguishes one issue from another. The stories are really issued in the same manner as heretofore, except that one title is used for a number of them. BOOKS ON STENOGRAPHY, TYPEWRITING AND REPORTING In reaponse to very many requeets for books 011 the Jjects or stcnoJ?raphy, tr11 fHfTJtinJ:, reporting. etc .. we ha.\n made an arriu1gement \\'itil a. largo publishing honsc \Vhert1by we are enable<\ to oner the tollowi;: bo1ikR to the re111lers ot this wo"lcly at reiuarkahly c!Hap 0 'l'hoe wlblng to take II p the st. Udy or Steuoirrnphy' 01' who deiro :11ltli tl0111tl boolth, Phrnso Book (old oilitio11] ............................ oloth, Pllouoi:raphlc JJtc .timmry and l'hmse Book [revl>,ed and cousolidatotl] ....................... cloth, Bnslnea< Lett.era, No. 1. ....................... paper, Plain 'l'allc ............................................. paper, W:Lril' Dictn.tor ....................................... cloth, Berm.ml Cnmpl>ell'e 8tenograpl!er'a Dictation ant! Form Book ...... ................................ cloth, PhMH>i;mphv; What. It la a11d What It J>oc e ....... paper, Remin,l!ton 'f>pewritnr Les&o11a ... ... ... p11p6r, Lo11:!l' "Y'e Cnl!g-rrtph Le&f!Oll!L ............ . tJ3pCr, J.oni;ler's Smith fntrnctor ... paper, Loni.rley'R National 'J1.rpew1iter fn;.;.tr1tctor .......... 11n.pcr. J,on;:le)'a YMt 'J'y t'ewritor lpstruttor ............. paper, 8c1e11tllk Typnwnter InBt l'IHtor ...... Jlf!.p&r. l''nller' 'l'onc h Writ.nr-Rhi ft key e 1.. :'4' ; -r . Thi.se hooks will be sent to any atldres, potpald on receipt of prlee. .Addres n.11 orclers to ,, : STREET a. SMITH, 238 William Street, New York City.

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' ,. I !\LL l\BOl\RD FOR TttE NEW CONTEST!\ l I THE DEED. 5 Of fAMOU5 t Boys, the PRIZE CllAR.ACTER. CONTEST has just ended. Its su c ce s s has been simply great. The entries have poured in upon us by the hundreds. And they're s tilt c oming. The entry list swelled up to mapy thousands. There were but twenty-two prizes, s o ever ybody could not win one. Would I you like to know who won the priz e s ? WATClf T/1/S SPACE FOR TlfE WINNERS' NAMES. They will all be published here just as soon a s the judges can examine the stories. This will neces.I sarily take two or three weeks. So successful was that Contest that the new one will be conducted on the same lines. VALUABLE PRIZES FOR THE BEST ARTICLES ABOUT FAMOUS MEN I >-............................................................ ,,.. .............. ._ ........................................ ....,. HERE IS THE PLAN: Look up what interesting facts you can about any famous American-living or dead. Chose anybody you please---:Washington or Lincoln Paul Revere or General Grant, "Bob" Evans or Admiral Sampson, or anybody e lse you want to write about. Then sit down and write an artic.le about him. Tell all about him the brav e de e d s he did, or the famous words he uttered etc All of the best articles will be publi s hed during the progress of the contest in a special department of the Jesse .lames Weekly. No contribution mus t be longer than 500 words. RE:tv.:rEMBER: Whether your contribution wins a prize or not it stands a good ch a nce of being published together with the name of th e writer. To become a contestant for the prizes you must cut out the Character Contest Coupon, printed herew' ith. Fill it out properly and send it to Jesse James Weekly, care of Street & Smith, 238 William Street, New York City, together with your article No contribution will be consid e red th a t d o es not have thi s coupon accompanying it THIS CONTEST CLOSES FEBRUARY 1, 1902. HERE ARE THE PRIZES:. TWO FIR.ST2CLASS CAMERAS. FIVE MA.OIC LANTERN OUTFITS. FIVE PEARLlfANDLED KNIVES. TEN COMPLETE SETS OF PUZZLES. The two who send u s the mos t interesting ancl be s t writte n a r ticle s will each receive a fir st-class Camera, complete with a chromatic l e n s and loaded vith six exposures each. Ab solutely ready for use. For square pi ctures 3 1-2 x 3 1-2 inches ; capacit y exposure s without reloadinr; si:r.c of c.!nruera 4 1-2 x 4 1-2 x 4 inches; w eight, 15 ounces' ; well made, covered with gmin leather and handsomely finished. The fiv e who send u s the next bes t articles will each recei,e a "Sterling" Magic Lantern Outfit, together with 7 2 admission tickets and a large s h o w bill. Each lnnt er'1 1 s 10 inches high, 4 inches in diameter, with a I 1-2 inch piano-complex condensing lens aml a 3-4inch double com ple x objective lens Use s kerosene oil only. 'rhe fiv e who send u s the next best. 1H'ticles will each re ceive a H andsome P earl-Handled Knife. Thes e knive s have e a c h fou1 bla d e s of the bes t Englis h steel, hardened and t empered. The handle is pearl, the lining brass and the bol sters G erma n silver. F o r ten next bes t flescriptions, ten sets of the lates t and m os t entertaining Puzzles and Noveltie s on the numbering three pn;r.zlcs e ach, inclu
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) t 1 ABOUT FAMOUS MEN. Boys, do you see the announcement of the new Contest on the opposite page ? It's going to be a rattler like the one that has just . Everybody is to have another try at the valuable pnzes offered. Don't miss this opportunity, but send in your article at once. . Following are s ome of the best articles recerved during the week. Read them, and then send in your own! The Life of John Paul Jones. (By Edward W. Everson Providence, R. I.) One of the most famous naval commanders of the United States was Paul Jones. Paul Jones was born in Kirbean, England, July 6, 1747 He was the' son of a gardener named John Paul, but after being engaged as a sailor in the slave trade, he settled in Virginia, taking the name of Jones. He became an earnest advocate of the cause of the American colon.ies; and when Congress, in 177 5, fitted out a naval force, he offered bis s e r v ices. He was given command of a ship of eighteen guus, and s ailing to the British coast, he performed some most daring exploits, challenging Englan. d 'sright to call her self "Mistress of the Seas." When in 1777 the Stars and Stripes were adopted as the national banner he was the first to give the new flag to the breeze on board his vessel the Ranger. The newly adopted flag was made au object of terror on the English and Scottish coast by the fearless com mander. His most famous engagement wa s fo-::ight off Flambo r ough Head. The result of this most desperate and bloody encounter was the captur. e of two British men of war. For this victory Congress voted him a gold medal. He died in Paris, July 18, 1792, after doiug good service as much friendliness, and made feasts for his party that consumed several days. Then a time was appointed for trading; aud all the Indians, far aud near, were summoned to attend upon the important. transaction. On the morning agreed upon, Smith took a dozen or fifteen men with h im, and went from the boats to the village. It was entirel y deserted. '!'here was nothiug left, either within or without the settlement. This greatly sur prised Captain Smith, who expected to find the place alive with prep arations for busin ess But s o o n Opechan canough came in sight, accompanied by a few warriors. He brought little or no provisions with him, and his men were ...,: ell armed with bow s and arroyvs. This look:ed like anything but a disposition for p e aceful trade, and Smith at once opened on the chieftain in words that had no very honeyed accent. "You have deceived us," sai d he, in effect, "and the love y ou have prof es s e d is nothing but baseness and fal se hood. Last y ear you fil)ed onr boats; now you are willing to let u s starve. You know that we are in want, and I know that you have a plenty. In some way or other, I must have a part of wh a t you hav e got. Y'Ou are a king, and I expect you to keep your word faith fully. Here are my articles of trade; let me your grab in exchange for 'J rear admiral of the Black Sea uuder the Russia11 flag iu the war against 'rurkey. The Indian w a s at onc e whipped into compliance with Smith's demand, and gave up what corn he could then command, at fair rates of compensp,tion. Next day it was promised there shonld be larger supplies on hand. So the next day Smith was punctual to the hour ap pointe d. He saw at first only a few baskets of corn but no one who looked like the Indian king. Presentl y however the latter made his app e arance. He was very stiff in his manner, and showed little feeling in his ex pressions of friendship and kindness. He kept telling, too, how much trouble it h a d given him to collect wh a t grain he had. But while he was speaking the hut was surrounded by a large crowd of Indians, numbering five hundred and over! He was a brave and courageous man. Captain John Smith's Bravery. (By Walter Clark, Chicago, Ill.) I am going to write of an adventure Captain John Smith had with the Indians in Virg inia. He was out with a party of friends once visiting the different Indian tribes. Passing along fr pi t nother, Smith found himself at the residence of his old acquaintance, Ope chancanough. This chieftain was generally called the \ rotlie'r of Powhatan. He received the 'captain with .. All the rest of the party were frightened .. pescription. But Smith remained surprisingly

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28 THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. and calm. He delivered to his handful of foilowers an off-hand speech, that was a very model of bravery and courage, and told them to look to him and to their own valor for a safe de! i verance. Opechanca11ough stood by,. not a little terrifi e d at the shape matters appeared to be taking. Smith turned shortly rottnd upon him, and spoke th us: '' Opecha11ca11oug.11, I see your plan to murder me ; but I fear it not. As yet, your men and mine have done no harm, bttt by ottr direction. Take1 theref.ore, your we apo11s. Yott see mine. My body shall be as naked as yours. The i sland in .your river shall be a fit place, if you contented. There let u s two fight it out, and the sttni,or shall be lord and master over all our men. Let your m e n bring, each of the m a basket of corn, agains t all of which I will stake the valtte in copper, and the conqueror shall take the whole.'' It is 11ot not to b e concluded that a person, who would stealthily take advantage of another to murder him, wonld haye the manly courage to accept so eq nal a challeuge as that. The Itidian chieftain did 1 :ot. Vet he was q11ite unwilling that Smith should thi11k him bis enemy, am! se em eel httrt that he should entertain such a cruel s11spicion To try and set the matter at rest, therefore, he asked Captain Smith tO g,o into a hut, close by, with hirn, saying that he had there a 11 al11able present for hitn. Smith's ey e s were opeu wicle euo11gh, and he refused to go. He s:iw the many sa,ages that were lyi11g in wait, with their drawn bows, for llis destructiot1, am! felt sure that lie had alread)' penetrated to the very heart of his danger. The Indian would uot listen to his proposal that the o thers of his company :should go for the preseut", insisting that 110 oue but their leader would satisfy him. The action of John Smith was immediate and d ec isiYe. Seiziug the rascally savage by the long scalp lock that crowned his head, he puiled him forth like a timid sheep from the mids t of his warriors, helpless and unresisting, and presented a pistol to his naked breast, prepared to p11t a hasty terrniuntion to his existence. So suddeuly was the thing clone that the whole crowd of Indians were struck dumb with astonishment. The result of this bold act was seen e\erywhere in a moment. All came obediently to the commanding hand of our hero, and threw their weapons away witho11t a further thought of fear or of defense. 'l'he chieftain himself gave in his adherence to the power of his conqueror, and that, too, without reservation or auy splitting of words. And, with his hn11d still tightly grasping the hair of his giant enemy, Smith turned round aud made a very pointed speech to the crowds of redski11s that looked on with such a strange confusion of emo tions. Amoug the rnany otlier things whkh he took occasion to speak about, he remarked to them, '' Yot promised to freight my ship ere I departed; and so yot shall, or I will load her with your dead carcasses!" That was the last of the attempt to kill Smith, and h went back to the settlements in saft> -General U. S. Grant. (By Charles Rosenbaum, New York City.) People think of Lincoln as the savior of the Union, but they forget to think of Grant as the savior of America. It will take centuries before the Republic of America will learn to honor him for the good he did for them. If there had not been a General Grant it is likely tbat there would be 110 States, no Mexico, no rep11b lics in Central America, and no repnblics in South America. If a prophet had said to Mrs. Graut, ''Your son shall be a great soldier; your son shall rescue the American republics from European 'nations; your son shall travel around the world and be receiv .ecl like a king; your son shall be the eighteenth President of the United States," he would have been called a raving madman. But such is the case, the world knows it. When the war began, Grant was a colonel. He was 111ade general. His great career really began when he was made a general. At the battle of Petersburg while the cannons were playing, he seated himself behind a bush and began writing telegrams to his officers. That goes to show how little he feared danger. Grant and the Siege of Vicksburg. ( By Jesse J. Barmore, Verona, .N. J.) I think that Graut was one of the best, noblest and bravest g.enerals America has ever had. Grant was born at Point Pleasant, a small village on the Ohio River. His father was a tanner and wanted his son to follow that trade, but he said that he would until he became of age, but not another day. When he wanted to go to scliool his father obtained a nomination to the military academy at West Point, where he studied so hard that out of a class of eightyuine only thirty-nine were graduated, and he was twenty-first. Grant joined the army in i845 at the time of the Mexican war, but as h e saw that he could uot be ad yance d he gave 11p and retired to his home. After lea,ing the army he went in business with his b11t while in busiuess .he heard of the bon.ibardn1e11t of Fort Sumter and that Lincoln wauted voltm teers. He set out to drill a company at Galena, and was

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THE JESSE JAMES STORIES. 29 elected captain, but as another m a n wanted it he would not take it. When Grant first wrote letters to the army be was at first not admitted, but after a while he was sent for and as he could answer all the questions asked he was given the place as adjutant general. When Grant found how Vicksburg was fortified he sent word to the general-in-chief asking if he might attack Vicksburg, and word was sent back to attack it and capture it if possible. He got the largest army to gether that he could and proceeded to bombard it'. Con stantly and earnestly supported by Sherman, he battered against this strong fortress for six months, but without success. With the written protest of four of his ablest generals in !tis pocket, Grant moved his army to a point four miles below Grand Gulf, fought several battles on his way and came to the rear of Vicksburg . Following up his regular siege operations, Grant exercised his will against those tremendous defenses and Vicksburg fell. The news of the surrender was spread all over the loyal nation with that of the great victory of Gettysburg. The news of the victorious general was again upon the li.ps o{ all' the people. Grant became the idol of the loyal nation, he bore his honors meekly. Grant was asked to write a history of his military life, but at first he refused to do it, but later on he wrote it, and four days after it was completed he died at Mt. McGregor, and was buried at Riverside Park, New York, where a large tomb has been erected to his memory. Arnold, the Traitor. (By Lloyd Cramer, Jr., New York City.) A traitor is one who betrays his country or cause, for the sake of gain of money, or rank, and such was Benedict Arnold. He was living in Philadelphia, while recovering from the wounds he received before Quebec a11d Saratoga. .. There he married a Tory lad y and lived away beyond his means. The Pennsylvania authorities complained of his con duct to Congress, and they sentenced him to be reprimanded by General Washington. Washington performed this task a s gently as possible, remembering Arnold's past services and bravery, but Arnold's pride was hurt, and he resolved to betray his country. Obtaining command of West Point, he at once entered in correspondence with the British general, Clinton at New York. This was in August, 1780. Major John Andre was the one who carried Arnold's correspondence to Clinton. Andre was a British officer, and a noble one at that. When all correspondence was finished Andre went up the Hudson, in the gunboat Vulture on September 22, Arnold meeti n g him at Haverstraw. Here they made the fiual agreements for the surrender of West Point to the British. Meanwhile the Vulture had dropped down the river by an accident, and so Andre (or John Anderson, for that was the nom de plume he went und 'er) had to cross the river and continue down on that side. On the outskirts of Tarrytown, as he was riding along, three men jumped out of some shrubbery and grasped his horse's bridle. They searched him and found the plaris of surrender in his boot. Then .he wanted to bribe them, but the true patriots could not be bought. Arnold escaped and received ,000 and a colonel's commis sion in the British army: Andre was tried and convicted of being a spy and as such was hanged at Tappan, on the morning of October 2, r780. The patriots Paulding, Van Wart aud Williams received a silver medal and $200 a year for life. Arnold, after the war fled to England and died in dis grace. The Hero of Shiloh. (By Marvin C Brownson, Idaho Springs, Col.) Conspicuous among the heroes of Shiloh's bitterlycontested field was Brigadier-General Thomas W. Sweeney, whose coolness, bravery and marvelous escapes were the talk of the whole army. This officer, who had lost one arm in Mexico, received a minie bullet in the remaining arm, and another in his foot, while his horse feH, pierced by no less than seven bullets. Almost fainting from loss of blood he was lifted upon another horse, and remained on the field all day. During the prog ress of the battle, General Sweeney was at one time unable to determine whether a battery, whose men were dressed in blue, were Union or Confederate. Leaving his command, he rode a t an easy gallop straight at the battery in question, and when within a hundred yards he s aw that it was manned by Confeder ates. Wheeling his hors e in a half circle, Sweeney rode back at the same easy pace Not a single shot was fired at him during this performauce, so much was the respect of the Confederates excited by the daring act. Watch for announcement of prize winners in recent co. ntest. Their names will appear in No. 33.

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Hunting and Trapping Department. This department is brimful of information and ideas of interest to the young trapper and hunter. Write us if you have any questions to ask concerning these subjects, and they will be answered in a special column. Address all communications to the "Hunting and Trapping Department." How to Skin, Stuff and Mount a Squirrel. Many of our young trappers are undoubtedly catching animals that they would like to mount, and for these reasons we are going to tell them how to do it. Althq,ugh the foll ow in g directions apply p articularly to the mounting of squirrels, still the same instructi ons apply in the main to any othe r anim a l. The young taxidermist requires very few tools, and, with an ordinary sharp penknife and a p air of s cissors it is pos s ible to accomplish the skinning jus t a s well a s if a ten dollar set of to o ls were u se d. Before attempting to skin a squirrel or any other small anim a l the youn g tax idermi s t mus t first of all make a note of the me asurements of the animal. The reason for this i s b eca u se the skin may be stretche d or drawn out of shape in the skinning proc e ss and when the stuffing is commen c ed the s tuffer will fail to remember the former appearanc e of the animal, and probably make a hash of the w hole thing. As so o n a s the animal h as be e n mea s ured and the measurements noted do w n on a p i ece of paper for future reference, the body s h o uld be plac e d on its back upo n a clean board with the h e ad turned toward y ou Then a slight inci s ion s hould be mad e between the forele g s with the point of the knife, the cut bein g c ontinued in a straight line close to the vent. Be very care ful, especially when cutting near the ribs tha t the knife do es not enter too d e ep a nd cau se the b ow e ls to protrude. When the cut has be e n completed proce e d to s ep arate the skin on e a ch side, b e in g care ful n o t to stretc h it. Sprinkle plenty of meal or plast er o f Pari s on the fles h and insid e the skin as you go a lon g, to ab s o r b a n y moi s ture. Whe n y ou hav e skinned as much a s p oss ible o f the body, proceed to skin the he a d Cut the ears close t o the skull. Not far from the ears a re the ey e s, and here c o n siderable care must be exercis ed or the whole s kin will be spoiled Make very tiny cuts until the skin be co m es almost transparent, and the e y e c a n be disc erned beneath. Cut this skin carefully through. Cut throug h the cartilage of the nos e to the bone, and skin that and the lips. The cuts here must be exceed ingly minute, an d the lips must be skinned to their very ed ges. Near the upper li p s, seve ral small oval objects will b e met with. These are the r .oots of the wh i skers, and care must be taken not to cut these through or the hairs will fall out, and they are most difficult to replace. Before remov ing any of the flesh on the skull, take some more exact mea surements of its size and shape in sev e r a l plac e s or, b etter s till, draw a rough diag ram, showing the swelling of the ch eck, etc. Then remove the flesh including, of cours e the tongue and e y es. When this outside flesh has been removed, cut out the top of the palate with the knife, and take out the brains. R e member the cl eaner the skull, the better will the stuffed animal look when complded. The ne x t thing is to skin the which must be cut a t the jo ints fir s t. No diffi culty will be met with in skinning these until the feet are reached and as there is no fles h round the toes, these not be touched. When the forel e g s have been skinned, remove all the fles h round the bone s with the knife and dress with tiv e This pre s ervative mus t also be applied all over the skin, skull, etc. It can either be purchased at a naturalist' s store in small tins, or be made up ac cording to the following di e ction s : Di s solve t e n ounces of finely-cut white so a p in warm water, add on e o unce of pota s h ; thicken with pipeclay,; h ea t and stir 'Yell and w h e n coolin g, add ten ounces o f a r s enic. As this preparati on is a d eadly pois o n o f cours e the utmos t care must be e x erci s e d i n the u s e of it. The bac k le gs mu s t ne x t b e s k i nned and d r e s s e d w ith p r e se r vative, and tben the tail. There i s no nee d to cut t he s k in o f the t a il. n ca n b e skinne d b y h o ldi n g oue end firml y, an d pushing the skin off as on e w ould a g lo ve. The sk in i s now almos t read y to be stuff e d, with the e xcep tion of cl eaning off it all the superfluous scraps of fat a nd meat. Having completed the skinning process, the skin must

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THE JESSE Jt\MES STORIES. 81. be turned into its right position by putting the leg hones and skull b a ck, and the places where the flesh formerly was replaced hy tow, monlded into the exact shape and si z e of the flesh taken away. The skull must be carefull y treated. First fill i11 the open spaces in it with tow, which is kept in place with wires Then make s ome plaster of Paris, and qnickly cover the head with this, and mould it into the prope r shape ( accordin g to the measurem ents you made) with an ordi11:1ry ki,ife. Sollle pntty ma y then be put into the ''poc k e t s'' of the lips a11d round the nose, and then, as s oo: 1 a s the plaster is set the whole nn1st be forced back into the skin. The fals e eyes, which may be pur chased for a trifle from any naturalist, may then be fixed i11 upon a fonnd a tion of putty. The \my to ins e rt th e eye ir'J first of all to put a small piece of putty into each eyehole and then fix in the arti ficial eye, which should not be so large as the real on e 'I'hen, wb e n the eyes are fixed, gently pull the lids into position. Do not make the e ye s too stariug. Before the skull of the squirrel is finally returned to the head, the wires round which the tow stuffing is to be plac e d should be prepared Six wires will be required-four for the limbs, one long one for the body, aud a thin one for the tail. that wires are stout enough, and sharpen one end of the body and leg wires and both ends of the tail wire, to a fine point. This may be done with a fine file When this has been done take the body v.;ire and a short distance from the blunt end start winding the tow round to form the artificial body. Continue this wrapping until the false body assumes the exact appearance of the real body. Having finished the body wire, take one of the hindleg wires and force the sharp end through the bottom of the foot of the squirrel, and then guide the wire up the leg, keeping the ':Vire at the back of the bones, afterwards wrapping both bones and wire round with tow until the leg assumes a natural appearance. Treat the other hind leg in the same manner, and then the two front legs. The next thing to do is to place the false body in the skin, the sharpened end of the body being forced up into the center of the skull. Push the sharp ends of each of the four leg wires clean up through the artificial body; then bend them over into the form of a hook and pull each one down sharply until the hooked ends fasten themselves tigh,tly into the false body. Next the tail wire must be forced through the rear of the animals' oody into the tail, and passed up through the tail, into which a little tow may previously be put if nece ssary. The sharpened end must be bent over into a hook, and fastened into the false body in the same manner as the legs The taxidermist must next obtain a couple of artificial eyes and fix them in, if be has not done so before. Then, before the body is finally sewn up it must be gone over carefully, and in any part where insufficient tow ha s been placed small .quantities may be pushed in by llleans of a stuffing iron or a piece of wood. 1'he whole body must be gone over in this manner, each part being shaped and curved until the body of the animal looks exactly the same as it did when alive. Then the legs must be bent into their proper positions, all the projecting ends of wires, except those protruding from the bottom of the feet, cut off or turned up, and the skin sewed neatly up so that the stitches will not show when the animal is mounted. 'fhe finished specimen may then be mounted on a suitable ptdestal-a branch of a tree will do excellently. There are several methods of fixing a specimen to a pedestal; one is to bend the ends of the wires from the hind feet round the pedestal and fix them. Another way is to bore two boles in the pedestal, push the two wires through this, and clinch them on the other side. After smoothing the fur down, and putting the speci men into shape, it is then completed. If the young taxidermist wishes to place his work in a glass case, he can easily make one for himself by procuring a box of the requisite size, taking off the lid, lin ing the inside with colored paper, or some other suitable material, and fixing the specimen in this. Then a couple of beadings may be nailed on the front, and a sheet of glass puttied in, the whole of the exterior of the box being then covered with enamel or paint. A small brass plate with a hole in it nailed on the back of the ca!.'e will enable it to be hung up on a wall How to Keep and Breed Fancy Mice. We have told our young trappers how to trap mice. Now we are going to tell them how to keep them. You may be surprised when we tell you that some fancy mice are worth as much as $5 each. Yet this is so, although it is only a very special one, such as a "lilac" or blue fawn, that will fetch this price. Novices should commence with one or two of the ordinary common white variety, and these can be obtained at prices rang ing from about ten cents to a quarter each. No hard-and-fast rule can be laid down as to the shape and size of a cage. This may be left to the choice of the fancier. Plenty of room for the tiny creatures to run about and warmth are the two essentials to be especially considered in the cage. A cage which has a large playground as well as a sleeping compartment, will make an excellent home for three or four mice. lt is easily constructed from an ordinary box, such as any or

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32 THE JESSE Jl\MES STORIES. confectioner will give you for the asking. First of all, the lid and one of the smaller sides must be removed, and then a piece of wood about half the width of this 1maller side must be nailed or glued on inside the box near the top. Then a slightly narrower piece of wood of the same length must be nailed or glued to the bottom piece, the ledge which will be left on the bottom piece being provided so that the mice can run along it and thus descend the ladders into the playground. Next, the top of the box which was removed previously must be split into halves lengthwise, and refixed with a pair of brass hinges, and then one of the halves nJUst be nailed down. In the front part of this small compartment two or three round holes must be burnt or cut, so that the mice can enter the sleeping compartment. The two small ladders communicating with the sleep ing compartment and playground c a n easily be contrived out of strips of wood and fixed one each side of the box. Fancy mice should be fed about twice a day-morning and evening. In the morning a little bread sopped in milk may be given, and in the evening a few oats, mixed now and again with a little canary seed. A little boiled rice, a few crumbs, and some small pieces of cooked p otato lllay also be given now and again as a challge. Never gi\'e them rnent or cheese. Mice should uot be paired under four months old. The doe goes with yonllg twelve : lays, and when th e young are born they are quite bald and helpless. A day or two after birth the litter should be examined, and the irnrplus young-the weaker ones-should be destroyed, so as to iusure the remainder growing up healthy aud strong. For about three we e k s after the youug are born, while the doe is suckling them, she should be provided with extra sop, and after that time the young should be placed in a separate cage-the doe haviug a few weeks' rest. It is the ambition of every yonng mouse fancier to possess a "blue," which is really not a blue color, but a pecnliar shade of g rJ.y. Other fancy mice may be either bl;1ck-a11d-tans, tortoiseshells, tricolors, black-and-white, whire, with pink or black eyes, or blue fayrn, the latter fJeing very rare. T!ie rarer the color of course the more valuable the mice. A fancy monse should be of a good size and a nice shape: the ftlr should be smooth and the markings even. Ordiuary house mice, if caught very young, may be tamed, and the ''shrew'' mouse makes an excellent pet, causing much amusement to its owner by its squirrellike antics in eating. Fancy mice can be trained to perform numberless little tricks. They can be taught to race after one another, to drag miniature carriages, run up sticks, and jump from the tops through small open or paper-covered hoops, and chase each other backward and forward across a table in and out of hole s made in wrinkled paper. The Platform Snare. This odd invention will be found to work capitally as a game trap, and the only extra requisite necessary con-t sists of a slab or light board about seven inches wide, and a foot in length. Having selected the spot for the trap, proceed to cut a stiff switch about five feet in leugth, and having sharpened the larger end to a nice point, insert it firmly into the ground in a slanting direction. Next bend down the tip of the sapling, and rest ing one end of the board on the ground, catch the tip of the switch against the other end. A -little experimenting will soon determine the right place for the board, after which two pegs should be driven in the ground at its edge to hold it against the pressure on the opposite end. This being done fasten a wire noose to the tip of the switch, after which the pen is the only thing required. This should be built of simple little twigs arranged around three sides of the board, leaving the front end open. To set the snare, lower the switch, and raising the bo a rd slightly at the back end, catch the tip of the springer behind it, afterward arranging the noose over the platform, and scattering the bait inside. If the trap bas been constrncted properly and set'' fine" it will take but a very slight weight on the platform to lower it from its bearing, the weight of an ordinary bird being sufficie11t, and the springer thus released will fly forward either catching its victim by the or legs, as the case may be. It may sometimes be found necessary to cut a slight notch in the end of the springer to receive the board, but in every case it should be tried several times in order to be sure that it works sensitively. CORRESPONDENCE. A B., Danvers, Mass.-A formula for bird lime was published in No. 27. J. F., Denison, Tex.-We will probably publish a picture of the trap you refer to before long. EXCHANGE COLUMN. ( Notic<).-Thi s column is free to all our reade1s. We cannot be responsible for trans rtctions mnde through notices in this c olumn. All offers must be strictly exchange offers, and no "for advertisements, or exchanges of firearms, explo si-vcs, or dangerous or worthless articles will be printed. Ad dress all communicat ions for this column to "Exchange Colmnn.") Josep h Gonzalez, care of A Lopez & Bro., Cigar Factory. 2IRt street, Tampa, Fin., will give one 5 cent boys' weekly for every 5 Pan American stumps sent to him, or two 5 cent boys' weeklies for every five Pan American stamps amounting to over 2 cents each. He will also give one cloth-bound Henty boo k for every 100 Pan American stamps sent to him. All let ters answered. Send for list of books. 'l'he R. V Perine Exchange Bureau, No 7997 Jeanette St., New Orleans, La., has volumes of b oyR' papers, about one thousand 5 and 10 cent libraries and novels to exchange. Especially wants copies of the Shield Weekly and a few numbers of the Diamond Dick, Jr., Weekly and the Nick Carter Weekly and anv 11umbers of the old Diamond Dick, Medal IO cents and New.York Five Cent libraries. Send full list and re ceive ours.

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JESSE J!MES STORIES WE were the first pub-lishers in the world to print the famous sto ries of the James Boys, written by that remark able man, W. B. Lawson, whose name is a watch word with our boys. We have had many imitators, Jesse James. and in order that no one shall be deceived in accepting the spurious for the real, we are now publishing the best stories of the James Boys, by Mr. Lawson, in a New Library entitled" The Jesse James Storie:?,'' one of our big five-cent weeklies, and a sure winner with the boys. A number of issues have already and these which follow will be _equally good; in fact, the best of their kind inthe world. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. BUFF !LO BILL 'STORIES The only publication authorized by the Hon. Wm. r; Cody (Buffalo Bill). Buffalo Bill. WE were the publishers of the first story ever written of the famous and world-renowned Buffalo Bill, the great hero. whose life has been one succession of excit ing and thrilling inci-dents combined with great successes and accomplishments, all of which will be told in a series of grand stories which we are now placing before the American Boys. The popularity they have already obtained shows what the boys want, and is very gratifying to the_ publishers. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. NICK C!RTER STORIES THE best known detec tive in the world is Nirk Carter. Stories by this noted sleuth are is sued regularly in Carter Weekly" (price five cents), and all bis Nick Carter. work is written for us. It may interest the patrons and readers of the Nick Carter Series of Detective Stories to know that these famous stories will soon be produced upon the stage under unusually elaborate circumstances. Arrangements have just been completed between the publishers and Manager F. C. Whitney, to present the entire set of Nick Carter stories in dramatic form. The first play of the series will be brought out next fall. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, NEW Y6RK. DIAMOND DICK STORIES THE celebrated Dia mond Dick stories can only be found in "Diamond Dick, Jr., the .Boys' Best Weekly." Diamond Dick. Diamond Dick and his son Bertie are the most unique and fascinating heroes of Western romance. The scenes, and many of the incidents, in these exciting stories are taken from reai life. :i Diamond Dick stories are conceded to be the best stories of the West, and are all . copyrighted by us. The weekly is the same size and price as this publication, with hand some illuminated cover. Price, five cents. STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York.


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