Young Wild West in Deadwood, or, The Terror of Taper Top


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Young Wild West in Deadwood, or, The Terror of Taper Top

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Young Wild West in Deadwood, or, The Terror of Taper Top
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Wild then caught the villain by the throat and pushed him back on the table. The Mexican seized a hammer and rushed up behind the boy. Just then Cheyenne Charlie, revolver in hand, opened t p. e fioor ..___..__.a-.1. ........

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WILD WEST WEEKLY A Magazine Containing Stories Sketches Etc., of Western Lif e Issued Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per year. Application made fo1 Second Class entry at the New York, N. Y., Post Office. Ente,.ed according to Act of Congress, in the yea1 1903, in the oJ}ice of the Libiarian of Congress, Washington, D. C., by Frank 7'ousey, 24 Union Squaie, !iew York. I No. 26. NEW YORK, APRIL 17, 1903. Price o Cents. \_ Young Wild West in Deadwood; OR, THE TERROR OF TAPER TOP. B y AN O L D SCO U T CHAPTER I. A THOUSAND DOLLARS REW ARD. It was a hazy afternoon in August, 1877. The long canyon that led through the middle range of the Black Hills was certainly anything but a pleasant place to ride in on such a hot and close day, when not a breath of air was stirring: Yet a party of five horsemen might have been seen riding slowly along and taking things comparatively easy. But this particular five were well used to all sorts of weather. The party consisted of Young Wild West, well known as the Prince of the Saddle and champion rifle shot of the West, his three partners, Jim Dart, Jack Robedee the fa mous scout, Cheyenne Charlie, and Lively Rick from Devil Creek, a warm friend of the The riders looked very neat in their suits of buckskin, corduroy, brightly colored and silks Neither of them wore a coat, as it was altogether t.oo warm for such an article. Young Wild West made the most imposing picture of the lot. Mounted on the splendid sorrel that had carried him safely through so many tight places during his encounters with Indians and villainous white men, and wearing a blue silk shirt that was loosened at the throat, buckskin knee breeches trimmed with red fringe, and slate colored som-brero that was turned up on qne side, with his long chestnut hair falling over his shoulders, he was certainly l:roud to please the eye 0 any admirer of neatness and good looks. About his waist was the usual belt worn by the men of that region in those times, with its holsters for revolyers and the hunting knife stuck in it, and over his shoulder was slung a repeating rifle of the latest pattern of. the times. His companions were similarly attired, with the excep tion that they were more partial to red and brown, and their shirts were of those colors. Our friends were on their way from the hustling town of Weston to what was then known as the bad and wicked town of Deadwood. Young Wild West had a business deal on hand with a man in Deadwood, which if it could be brought about the way he wanted it, would put a few thousand dollars in his pocket. He had simply spoken of taking a ride over to the chief town of the Hills, as it was called, and his partners and Lively Rick wanted to come right away. Rick had been a very successful miner at Devil Creek, and nothing suited him better than to go out on a trip with Young Wild West. There was always plenty of fun and excitement on the trips they made, and that was just what the man from Devil Creek enjoyed. The four partners of Weston had such able and trusted men in their employ that they could go and come at leisure, and their interests in the Wild West Mining and Improve-

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. ment Company, a well-paying institution, were looked after by the president of the concern, old Dove-Eye Dave, the pioneer resident of Weston. "This here canyon are what I call a putty long slit in ther mountain to ride through," observed Lively Rick, as he wiped the perspiration from his brow with a big b:in dana handkerchief. "I reckon we oughtcr reach ther end of it putty soon." "It is about three miles longer, I should judge," replied Young Wild West. "Then we have seven miles of a pretty good road to get into Deadwood; we; will take it a little easy till we reach the good road; then we can hurry the horses a little." "\rlmt did Jou say ther feller's name is that wanted to sec you RO bad?'' asked Jack Robedee. "Mel Martin, I believe is the name he goes by. I have never met him, but my informant say& he is a. rather peculiar sort of a man; makes his money by gambling and all Rorts of crooked deals." "And yet you arc going to do business with him?" said Rick. "Of course," spoke up Jim Dart. "You don't suppose he could get the best of Wild, do you?" "Well, I reckon not Wild, what is ther business you are going to do with ther feller, anyway, if I may ask ther question?" "Well, I don't mind telling you. You know that strip of land that runs alongside the stream that takes under ground a mile or two from o'!ir quadruple claim in Weston ?" "Yes." "Well, I understand that this man, Mel Martin, has bought it from the three miners who gave it up and our town for Deadwood. I would have bought the piece had I known they wanted to sell it so cheap. One of the stagecoach drivers heard me say so, and he told Mel Martin, who at once sent word for me to come over and see him, as he did not intend to work the property, and that we might be able to fix up a good deal. That is why I wanted to come to Deadwood principally." "An' you wanted to see ther town, generally," Cheyenne Charlie, stroking his black beard and smiling just as though he was sure he knew what he was talking about. "That's right, Charlie!" exclaimed Wild. "You hit the nail right on tho head. The truth of the matter is that I felt as though I would like to stay in Deadwood a couple of days, or perhaps a week. It is a very tough place, they say, and I want to see if they would allow the privilege of the town, so long as I behaved myself and paid strict attention to my own business." "I see," remarked Rick. "You want a little more excitement than kin be found in Weston about now. You want to tame things over there a little." "No; I don't propose to try and tame anybody, unless they go to piling it on me. That is not my idea of going to Deadwood at all. I want to buy that strip of Ian of Mel Martin, if I can, and then I want to see why Deadwood is called such a bad town. That about covers it, I guess." This seemed to satisfy all hands, so Cheyenne Charlie changed the subject by remarking that it must be close to the mouth of the canyon where the stagecoach line from Baldtown to Deadwood ran through. "I guess you are right," Young Wild West answered. "I hearn tell that there's lots of hold-ups on that route," the scout went on to say. "I suppose so. Tliere is considerable travel over the line, and that gives the road agents a chance to get in their work occasionally." It was about four in the afternoon when they reached the end of the canyon. They were riding out on to the broad, level tract that the stagecoach line ran over when a big placard suddenly caught Wild's eye. It was lacked to the trunk of a big tree and looked as though it had recently been placed there. "Hello!" he cried, "I guess we will see what that reads." On the placard was the following: $1,000 REW ARD 'The above reward will be paid for Tim Talbot, dead or alive! Description: medium sized man with heavy blonde mustache and goatee; usually wears a jaunty velvet riding suit. The man who calls himself the Terror of Taper Top is the fellow we want. "JOHN BARCLAY, "Sheriff Pennington Co. "That looks business-like, I must say," ob&erved Jim Dart. "It might be that we might have a chance to earn that reward; eh, Wild?" "Well, such a thing could happen," was the retort. "Ta per Top, it says. I wonder where that is?" "That little peak over there looks as though it might be Taper Top," spoke up Lively Rick, pointing off to the left about two miles from where they had halted. "Jove I guess you are right exclaimed Cheyenne Charlie. "That tapers up to a point as nice as though it were made by hand. An' as it is a very wild-lookin' place around it, I wouldn't be surprised if that was where Tim Talbot, the Terror of Taper Top, hangs out. But I s'pose we'll learn all about it after we git to Deadwood." "Taper Top, hey?" Robedee. "I never heard of such a place afore. Well, I, for one, am goin' to be on ther lookout for this Tim Talbot. He must be a regular terror, or a reward wouldn't be offered for him, dead or alive." "It won't be long before some one will claim the re\vard," said Young Wild West, as he led the way from the tree "That placard has not been up very long, by the looks of it. There will be lots of fellows trying to earn that thousand dollars, I have no doubt." The five had not ridden over two hundred yards from the tree when they suddenly heard a shrill blast from a whistle

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YOUNG WILD wEST IN DEADWOOD. The souncl came from bchincl them, and they immedi ately turned ancl looked for the person who had made it. "Whoa, Spitfire!" criecl Young Wild West, as he saw a daper-looking hor s eman, who was attired in a fancy riding suit of velvet looking at the placard. "Great Scott, boys!" he added; "if that isn't Tim Tal bot, the man who i s wanted by the s heriff, I am much mis taken!" "As sure as you l i vc, it is exclaimed Jack. "See he's got a big blonde mustache and a goatee!" This was indeed the truth. Our friend s were just about to turn their ste eds as if by mutual cons ent whe n a number of mounted men ap peared around a bend and rode up to the tree where the rider sat so jauntily o hi s s teed. At that moment a bur s t of laughter came from the horsemen, nnd the n turning to hi s companions, Wild said: "Come, boys we will go back and see what they are so hilarious over." On a quick trot Wild West rode back to the tree, the others following him closely. "Gentlemen," said he, a s the men sat in the saddle gazing at them, some of them s till laughing and others with an insolent stare; "gentlemen, is that the way to Deadwood?" "Yes," was the quick answer from the fancy dressed fellow. "Is that where you arc bound?" "That is where we are bound,'' r e plied our hero. "Well, I am glad you came back and asked us the way. Probably you don't know the rules." "Rules?" "Yes; I guess you haven t bee n to Deadwood lately." "Well, none of u s have; that i s a fact." Wild was watching eve ry move of the fellow, and he was ready for anything just the n. "I thought so,'' and the man broke into a smile, showing a set of even teeth and bringing out the lines of his really handsome face to good advantage "Well, gents, I'll tell you the rules, then. Eve ry stranger who passes this way to Deadwood ha s to pay a toll. You will, therefore, hand over what money and valuables you have about you! I never--" That was as far as he got. He had drawn his revolver as quick as a fl.ash, evidently with the intent of covering th e boy, but before he could get it to a level, he found himself looking straight into the muzzle of Wild's shooter. And that was not all, either. The other four also had their revolvers leveled at him, just as though they had ridden back for the very purpose of making him their prisoner. "I guess we won't pay any toll to-day, Mr.' Terror of Ta per Top," Young Wild West remarked, in his easy-going style. "If you or one of your men so much as make a move to shoot y0u will fall from that horse a corpse!" "Who in thunder are you, anyway?" the man managed to blurt out. "I am Young Wild West. I take it that you are Tim 'ralbot; am I right?" "Yes; you are right," was the rather defiant answer, as he looked around to see what his men were doing. But they were all sitting very quietly on their horses. Not one of them had ventured to even put his hand on his revolver, either. They sat there, the picture of astonishment. "Seeing that you were going to take toll from us, Tim Talbot," resumed our hero, calmly, "I guess we will take you to Deadwood with us and divide that thousand dollars among us. Your men can go on about their business, but you will go with us!" "I-I--" and the surprised villain's face turned red from rage and astonishment. "Now don't go to getting excited," interrupted Wild. "You would rather have us take you alive than dead, I pre s ume. Just tell your men to ride on, and impress it on their minds that if they go to playing any tricks on us that you will die! I mean what I say, sir!" There was an awful lot of meaning in those few words of the dashing young Prince of the Saddle, and for the first time in all his vicious career as a gentleman of the road Tim Talbot felt that he had met more than his match. Mechanically he opened his lips. "Boys, ride on. I'll meet you later." That was all he said, but after a slight hesitation on the part of some of them, the men obeyed. There were just ten of them, and they felt rather humili ated at being compelled to give in to just half their number. But they rode off and did not look behind them till they had disappeared behind the bend they had showed up from. "Now, then, we will proceed to Deadwood." As Wild said this he moved his horse a little closer and took charge of Tim Talbot's two re,volvers and the knife that protruded from the leather case fastened to his belt. At this Robedee seized the bridle of the horse, which was a handsome black, and then with Charlie and Jim keeping a watch in the direction of where the band of ten had last been seen, they started on a gallop from the spot, Lively Rick fetching the outlaw's horse a smart crack on the rump to start him off. It had all happened so suddenly that even Wild was surprised at what they had done. But he knew it was going to be a difficult task to get the prisoner to Deadwood. Those ten men were not apt to be of the sort who would remain idle while their leader was being taken off to the s heriff by such a small party as that. And they were not going to allow it, either, for our friends had not gone more than twenty yards with their prisoner before there was a loud whoop, and then the out laws appeared riding toward them with the speed of tl1e wind. Of course this diverted the attention of the five from the prisoner f6r an instant, and Tim Ta.lbot took advantage of

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. it, showing that he was watchful and cool, even if he had allowed a boy to get the drop on him. He jabbed the rowels deep into his horse's flanks and let out a yell of defiance that echoed from the surrounding hills. The black steed leaped forward, almost dragging Jack Robcdee from the saddle and making him let go his grasp on the bridle rein. Like a shot the animal wheeled around and leaped to ward the party of men coming to their leader's rescue. Lively Rick raised his revolver to fire at him, but in a ringing voice Young Wild West cried out: "Don't! If we can't take the 'rerror of Taper Top alive, we won't take him at all!" CHAPTER II. TI11f TAJ,BOT AND UIS OUTLAW BAND. It was a remarkably swift horse that Tim Talbot rode, and when he heard Ytmng Wild West call out to his com panions not to shoot, he felt that he was safe. Our five friends did not offer to pursue him. Wild knew it would be useless to think of recapturing him now. for it was quite likely that the outlaws would fight to the death to save him. And that meant that there would be more than one to bite the dust. As soon as the handsome captain of the rascally band reached the men, who had spread out in a sort of semi-circle across the road, he cried out in a ringing tone: "About face! Young Wild West would not allow me to be shot at, so I will not allow him to be pursued!" Then, turning in the saddle, he added: "We are even up, my dashing boy with the long hair. For the present we will call it quits; but when we meet again, look out!" "You are the one who wantR to look out," came the laughing retort from Young Wild West. "If you call this a game of quits, you can do so; but if I wanted that thou dollars reward very bad, you can bet I would have had it as soon as we get to the sheriff's office in Deadwood." The Terror of Taper Top made no reply. With the band of ten following him closely, he galloped on up the road, past the tree that contained the placard, and on toward the tapering little peak that reared itseH from a regular jungle. He did not say a word until a mile had been covered. Then turning to the man who was evidently his lieuten ant, he 0bservcc1: "They haven't been fools enough to follow us, have they? Len?" "No, cap. I guess they kept right on .for Deadwood,'' was the reply. "Did you ever sec anything as quick as that fellow who said he was Young Wild West?" ''I must admit that he beats anything I ever met," ac knowledged the captain. "He had his revolver on you afore any of us knew it; an' yet, when you was talkin' to him he did not have his hand near his belt. I rather opine that he is a feller that we want to be careful of! An' he's only a boy, too." Tltis remark seemed to express the opinjons of the ma jority of the men. But there were two or three of them who would not allow themselves to believe that the boy was anything more than an upstart, and that it was all by luck that he had got his revolver leveled -before Captain Tim had been able to cover him. One of these was a Mexican named Valdez, and it is safe to say that he was the worst man in the gang. As treacherous as a snake and as heartless as a hyena, this man was a dangerous fellow. He was powerful, too, and his wickedness knew no clld. But there was thing about him that kept him down to his level. He was a coward. He would not stand and fight against odds, like hiB handsome captain would. No Valdez liked to fight, but he al ways wanted to have advantage before he did much of it. Then he would show just how savage and heartless he could be. But he was a valuable adjunct to the band of for when any sneaking work was needed to be done the Mex-. ican was just the man to do it. That made him quite a favorite with Tim Talbot. "Me fix da Young Wild West," he said to the captain, as they rode along. "Me stick da knife in his back!" "I guess you can dQ that if any one can, Valdez,'' the reply. "But I want to meet him once more just to see if it was really luck that he had to-day. If I fail, then you can fix him, because I will feel quite sure that Young Wild West is a dangerorn:1 young fellow." "All right,_ Capda Tim," and the swarthy scoundrel seemed to be satisfied. About a mile and a half from the tree containing the placard the eleven outlaws swerved from the road and took to a dry watercourse. The bed of this ran over a solid rock for perhaps two or three feet, and there was nothing on it but gravel and small stones. That made it so the villains could leave the road and not leave a trail behind them. In the wet season, when there was water in the brook, they took to the water and followed its course till they reached the path in the dense thicket that took them to their headquarters at Taper Top, as the little cone of earth and rock was called. The thicket was one of thorns and briars, and the path through it had been cut by 'l'im Talbot and his men when they chose the place for a headquarters a few months before the opening of our story. They worked four solid nights to make the path, and after they got it to the foot of the little peak they felt that they were more than paid for their trouble, for they found a cave right in the base of the tapering mass of rock

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/ YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 5 and earth that only needed a few days' work to make it all they could wish for as a rendezvous. The band of eleven outlaws rode in single file over the zigzag path through the mazes of the thicket until they were within a few yards of the base of cone. 'I'hen a deep gully loomed up before them. But the Terror of Taper Top simply turned his horse sharply to the right, and then down he went over an incline of about forty degrees to the bottom of the gully. The horses did not seem to be the least disturbed in making this quick descent. On the contrary, they ap peared to be glad to get there, which was easily explained, since they had not been fed since the early morning. Once in the gully-like place the animals were relieved I of their trappings and turned loose to go where they liked. But they were limited to a certain scope, since a hundred yards to the the gully narrowed into a fissure that was not wide enough for a man to squeeze through, let alone a horse. And to the left, right near the spot where they had come clown in the gully several large trees had been felled across it and cut into suitable length s to make a regular bar ricade. Directly beneath the mass of rock that tapered upward was a slanting wall of rock which really formed part of its base, and in this was an irregular shaped opening which led into a cave of good dimensions. 'J'his was the headquarters of Tim 'J'albot and his band A man appeared at the entrance of the cave as the horsemen rode down into the gully, and he at once saluted them in a semi-military style. When the villains went away a man was always left to watch the place. And this one man had it in his power to blow a hundred men into the air, for under t1ie path ten feet from the eclge of the steep bank of the gully a mine of powder was laid with a fuse leading into the cave. This had been arranged by the Terror so that it could be set off in case they were ever pursued to the place by their enemies. They could rid themselves of a numb e r of men in short order, and then the survivors could be easily slain or put to flight. "Now, for dinner!" cried Captain Tim. "The ride from Baldtown has made me. hungry; and that is no wonder, since I have tasted nothing since breakfast. Hurry up, you fellows who are going to do the cooking! You know what we have got ahead of us to-night." "That's right, cap," answered -QDC of the men, as he ran to the little brook a few feet distant and proceeded to wash his face and hand s "We are all hungry, I guess, an' we'll soon fill in on bear meat, wenison an' coffee, along with some hot corn cakes. It won't take more'n half an hour, either." Two more of the men followed his example by going to the brook. The three made up the cooks of the gang, and they certainly understood their business sufficiently to suit their leader, who was rather particular about his grub, espec ially as to the clean part of tho business. It was cool and refreshing in the cave. There was a rift in the rear end at the top, and this made a circulation of air through it. Tim Talbot threw himself upon a pile of skins, and accepting the cigarette Valdez, the Mexican, rolled and offered him, ho light ed it and smoked while he awaited the meal that was being prepared. In a sort of natural fireplace a fire had been started, and in a few minutes the odor of the coffee and the sizzling meat filled the air. It was scarce ly more than half an hour when the chief cook announced that the captain's dinner was ready. He got up and seated himself at the rough table near the entrance to the retreat and proceeded to make a hearty The others sat down as fast as the victuals were cooked and placed on the table. Enough for the whole lot could not be cooked at one time. After the meal had been washed down by a copiom draught of red wine from a cask that was storrcl in a Eeclucl ed corner of the cave, Tim ralbot took another cigarette from the Mexican, and then threw himseli on the pile of skins again to fake it easy for awhile. But somehow he could not keep the thoughts of Young Vi'ild West out of his mind. He had never met such a quick and easy-going fellow in his life, and he "Was forced to think that he had been badly beaten at his own game when he demanded toll of the party of five. "I wonder who he is, and where he hails from?" he asked himself. "They were a fine-looking lot of men with him, too, and they all looked as though they could handle them selves if it became necessary. well, after we make this haul to-night I will arrange to go over to Deadwood and see if I can't meet this Young Wild West,, if he is st ill there. And if he has taken leave of the town, so much the better for him, and-so much the better for me." The latter thought came into the man's mind unbidden, and uttering an oath, which he quickly changed into a laugh, he got up. One of the men was telling the guard of their meeting with the five fancy dresed horsemen, and when Captain Tim heard the guard remark that he knew Young Wild West he pricked up his ears. "You know him?" queried the fellow who was telling the story. "Yes; I seen him lots of times over in Weston," was the reply. Talbot now stepped up. "Did I hear you say that you were acquain1;ed with Young Wild West?" he asked. "Yes, cap," was the reply. '"rhat is, I ain't so much acquainted with him as to be a friend, or anything like that but I've seen him lots of times. He is one of ther quic1
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YOUXG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. shots that ever lived, I've heard, an' I've seen him do a lit tle of it myself." "You said he belongs in Weston, didn't you?" "Yes; ther town was named after him, they say. He is ther boss of ther town, loo, an' it is run about ther way him an' his friend s wants it to be. Thcr old man who acts as a sort of mayor cloes jest what Young Wild West says every time, and if there is any crooked game goin' on it w.ill be all up with ther ones what s runnin' it in no time." "Then perhap s it was not s o much luck that he got the best of me thi s aft e rnoon, after all," mused the Terror of Taper Top, half aloud. I reckon if he got ther bes t of you, cap, it wasn't luck; it is his way," said the guard. "Well, I will meet him again, and then we will see \1hcther it was luck or not," and with that the leader of the band of villains .sought the pile of skins once more and was soon taking a nap. It was about dusk when Talbot was awakened by hi s lieutenant. "Come, cap; it is time we was thinkin' abo ut goin out Then he gave the word and rode up the short ascent to 1.he path through the thicket. It lacked but a few minutes to eight when the party of outlaws reached the tree that had the placard nailed to it. They promptly diverged from the road and drew up be hind a fringe of trees that skirted the road on the side opposite to the staring offer of a thousand dollars reward. As dark as it was, the Terror o.f Taper Top could see the white cardboard that the words putting a price upon his life w e re printed on, and it nettled him. At first he was going to ride over and tear it from the tree. But he was struck by a second thought, and feeling in his pock e ts, he found a note-book. He tore a leaf from this, and then quickly wrote on it with a pencil : "Compliments of Tim Talbot. When you catch him, be sure you have got the right man. "THE TERROR OF TAPER TOP." on the business trip, you know. Ther s tagecoach is due at The reckless outlaw captain could not see to do this very ther corner at eight, an' we ain't got s o very much time to well, but he was an excellent penman, and he knew he git there." could write in the darkness well enough to be understood. "That's so, by Jove! What made me sl eep so long, I "I want to pin a paper to the notice of reward they have wonder? I was dreaming of that fellow, Young Wild West, got on t.ree," he said to one of the men. "I will ride too. I just had him where I wanted him when you aroused out and pm it to the placard, and then I guess I will stay me." right there und e r the tree till the stagecoach comes along. "Well, I. hope you do git him where you want him When I halt it you fellows dash out and attend to your putty soon," w11s the rejoinder. "But let's hurry a little. busine ss. You had better move ahead a trifle, so you can I'm anxious to see ther fun. Jest think of it! A millionaire head them off, in case the driver attempts to push ahead." an' a young married couple are among our victims to"All right, cap," replied Len, the lieutenant. "We'll night!" do what you say, because we know you always knows what "That's right. But I guess the millionaire will be the you're talkin' about." one we will look after particularly. It isn't likely the The Terror, as he took such great pride in calling him young married couple will have much coin with them. I self, rode over to the tree, putting on his jauntiest air as he understand the groom is a young fellow who belongs in did so. Deadwood. He went to St. Louis after his bride, and unless It made no differrncc> whether any one saw him or not; he had a big pile when he went, he won't have much now." that was his way, and he could not help it. "I guess you've got that right. But it'll be fun, jest ther He had just finished pinning the paper to the placard same, to hear the frightened bride scream when we hold when the rumbling of wheels was heard in the distance. 'em up." The stagecoach was coming. "It be a good fun to shoot the husband. Me do it!" re marked Valdez, the Mexican. "Valdez is always looking for blood," laughed Talbot. "Some of these days some ?nc will draw his blood, and then he will get his punishment "Captain Tim he a no look for blood?" remarked the Mexican, questioningly. "No; I look for gold. But i.f it is necessary to get the gold by drawing blood, I don't object to doing it." There was no more said on the subject just then. The men were too anxious to mount and get away to do much talking. The man who was to remain on guard brought the cap tain's handsome black to him, and after buckling the girths to his full satisfaction, Tim Talbot vaulted into the saddle. CHAPTER III. THE MEETING WITH MEL 1\URTIN. Young Wild West and his four friends rode right on for Deadwood. Their with the Terror of Taper Top had been sufficient to liven them up a little on their journey over from Wes ton. In spite of the fact that the notorious man with a price on his head had escaped from them, Wild felt satisfied at the way he had beaten him at his own game. "I don't know as I care to make myself notorious in

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. r/ Deadwood on my arrival there," he said to his companions. "If we had held onto our prisoner and got him there we would have created more excitement than a little; and we would have made enemies oi all the bad men in town.'' "I thought perhaps you meant to let the fellow go, any how," spoke up Jim Dart. "No; I didn't intend to let him go, but I did have an idea that would not be able to hold him very long. It was a desperate Jot he had behind him; what did happen was something like what I expected would. I didn't think, however, that Jack would let go of the horse the way he did." "I didn't, either," replied Robedee, not the least bit abashed by the remark. "It happened so quick that I didn't have time to think. I reckon if I had held onto the horse I would have been yanked out of ther saddle." "And then the villains might have opened :fire on us. If they had I guess we could have held our own with them, though some of us might have got hurt." "Let ther measly coyote go,'' observed Lively Rick. "I reckon you learned him a lesson, Wild. 'Tain't likely he'll bother you ag'in." ''Don't figure on anything like that," said Cheyenne Chac1ie. "In my opinion, lher best thing we could do was to take ther blonde sport into Deadwood with us, dead or alive." Charlie always believed in making sure work of all the ".bad men" he came in contact with. At an easy pace they continued on their way, and soon the outskirts of the town came in sight. Men could be seen working on their claims in almost every direction. Deadwood was a town that sprang up in a few days, and it was now at its height, as far as a big mining camp went. And it was growing into a city, at the same time. Being right in the heart of a rich mining and cattle-rais ing section, it was bound to advance rapidly. A big smelting works had just been established there and there was a newspaper published in town. Some good, substantial buildings were being erected, too, ancl it so happened that Young Wild West had come over just in time to see the big change that was taking place. But in i;pite of the change, the people were not growing any better there. There being plenty of money in Deadwood in those days, it was natural that crooks and thieves of all sorts would drift there. Our friends had not brought a great amount of money with them, but they had enough to pay their expenses for a few days, for all that. If Wild made the deal with Mel Martin, he meant to draw on the bank at Weston for the money. Though he had lost a hundred thousand through a mis take a few days before, he had raked up enough to buy the property, providing that too muc!h was not asked for it, oi stocks enough to enable him to get almost as much as a million, ii he wanted it. He had i'teadily refused to borrow any from his partners, saying that when he made a mistake he was willing to pay for it, and that as long as he did not need the money, he \rnuld not borrow it. When they got upon the main street our friends rode along until they came to a hotel that looked as though i t would suit them to stop at. Then they at once dismounted, and tying their horses, went inside. "Hello, Young Wild West You are certainly good for sore eyes!'' cried a man, rushing toward our hero with out stretched hand. It was Easy Edward, a miner who had called himself the KingPin o:f' the Saddle. He had been in Weston for several days a few months before, ancl was a very warm friend of Young Wild West. "Why, how are you, Easy?" and our hero shook hanJs with him in a way that showed he was really glad to meet him. And so he was; for he now had some one to show him about the town. Easy Edward had been drinking quite freely, but he was none the less delighted to meet the Young Prince of the Sacldle and his companions, and he acted as though he waf.i going to their arms off he would let up. There was quite a crowcl in i.he place at the time, and naturally Wild and his friends were the center of all eyes just then. About half of those in the barroom had heard of Young Wild West, and that made them more interested than they would haw:: been from the mere fact of his being a stran ger in town. The men in the place were of a very rough element, for the most part, but they seemed to be on very friendly terms with Easy Edward, so our friends thought of their appearance. "Gents!" cried Easy, taking off his hat and pulling Wild to the center of the room, "I want to introduce you to thcr whitest young feller that ever lived. He's jest ther bo s horseman of this part oi thcr country, an' he kin hit a sil ver three-cent piece at :five hundred yards. There might be some good horsemen an' good rifle shots among yer, but you can't hold a candle to Young Wild West! I know what I'm talkin' about, gents, an' that's why I said it." "If that's the case, come an' have a drink, young feller!" and before Wilcl could divine his intention, a big, burly fel low had caught him by the shoulder and pulled him to the bar with a jerk. Though our hero did not like this kind of treatment, he dicl not say anything, but took it good-naturedly, since the fellow seemed to be a friend to Easy Edward. "Set ont ther best whiskey in ther house roared the course. man, bringing his fist down upon the bar with a bang that And if he did not have the ready cash, he had lands and made the glasses dance "N othin' is too good for Young

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8 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. Wilcl West. Easy Edward never recommends any one un less he means it." "Say, nfcl !" exclaimed Easy, catching the man by the sleeve, "our young friend don't drink anything strong, an' though I ain't that way mys elf, I give him credit for it. I calculate he'll take a Rmoke or some ginger pop, or some thin' lik e that with you." "An' I calculnte that he ll take whiskey!" was the reply "If he'i:: what you say he is, he'll drink whiskey with Mel lliartin when he's a s ked." "Bo this is the man I came over to see, is it?" thought Wild. "Well, I ,ppose I will have to go a little easy with him." The big man still had his hand upon the boy's shoulder, and when he strove to step back he tightened his grip and brought him up to the bar again. "Pour out your drink, Young Wild West," he shouted, as though he was talking to a deaf person. "We'll have a drink, an' then I want to talk business with you. I expected you over, un' I'm mighty glad to hear Easy Edward speak of you so highly. That makes me believe that we will have no trouble in makin' a deal on ther property I've got in W Cf'ton. Come, now l Pour out a stiff horn. You've got to drink with Martin, or lose his friendship." i. See here, Mr. Martin!" and Wild threw the man's band from his shoulder and stepped back a pace. "I have never S\rnllowcd a gla s s of whiskey in my life, and I am not going to do it now. I appreciate your good intention s and I do not want lo lose your friendship, but I can't drink whiskey, no matter what happens. I will take a cigar and smoke to your health." "Do you mean what you say, boy?" roared the man, his face flm;hing with anger. "Do you mean that you wo1ft take a drink of whi skey with me?" "I certainly do," was the reply, in a voice that was full of firmness. The angry expression gradually r e laxed into a smile. "You remind me of a preacher I fell afoul of a few years ago," Mel Martin said. "He refused to drink liquor with me, an' do you know what I done?" "I am sure I do not, Mr. Martin." Eaf'y Edward had stepped bac k out of the way. There was a quiet smile on his face. He knew what was coming. So did Cheyenne Charlie and the rest. But those who had f:>een in the place when they entered did not. They only knew that they were looking at as cool a young fellow a s the y had ever set eyes upon. They liked the boy for f'peaking as he had, and there were tho s e among them who would not hesitate to take his part if Mel Martin went too far with him. But they little thought that he wanted no one to take his part. He could do that himself. "Well, if you don't know what I done to ther preacher," cried l\lartin, "I'll tell ycr. I made him drink!" "I don't doubt it. But I might as well tell you that, in my opinion, it was no credit to you to do such a thing. You don't intend to make me drink, do you?" "That's jest what I do." As the man said this he looked just the least bit surprised. He could not quite understand what the coolness Wild was displaying meant. "Well, then, before we go any further, let me tell you that several men-some of them as big as you are-have tried to make me drink liquor when I didn't want to drink it; and none of them made me do it, either. Now, arc you willing to let it drop and have a nice smoke with me?" "Let it drop!" gasped Martin. "Well, I guess not'. You are goin' to drink with me, I say Here, put this inlo you, an' hurry up about it. I mean business now!" He thrust out a glass half filled with liquor as he said this and reached for Wild's shoulder agai:rt. "I mean business, too, Mr. Martin!" and then Young Wild West knocked the glass from his hand, and catching the big man on his hip, sent him sprawling on the floor. "Whew!" "Gee-whizz !" "Whai do you think of that?" The miners in the barroom were amazed. They could not believe their senses. Big Mel Martin, who was said to be one of the strongest men in Deadwood, had been thrown sprawling on the floor by a mere boy And a glass of whiskey knocked from his hand, too! That offense alone would have been sufficient to cause Martin to let fly with his revolver. The big man got upon his feet very quickly for one of his weight. He had his hand on his rtlvolver to draw it before he had quite straightened up. "Take your hand away from there, Mr. Martin. If you don't we will never be able to make a deal about the piece of property. Do as I Ray!" emphasizing the words. Martin was in a passion when he started to get up. His face was distorted with rage. And so it was till he made a move to draw his shooter. When the stirring command rang in his ears and he saw himself covered by the revolver of Young Wild West, his changed. Once more he looked amazed. "Wh-a-a-a-at I" he stammered. much," answered Wild. "I simply told you that you were not going to make me drink whiskey. You said you were, and I didn't drink it! That's all!" "Hooray for Young Wild West!" yelled Easy Edward, unable to hold in any longer. Almost every man in the place joined in the cheering, and the noise made the rafters 0 the building fairly ring. :Mel Martin picked up his hat from the :floor, and then without saying a word to olllY one, left the bar, going out into the street. "He's sore-awful sore, but he'll come around all right,"

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 9 observed the man behind the bar. "Mel won't bear you any I the young Prince of the Saddle. "If Mel Martin is a savi grudge for what yer done, Young Wild West. When he ple of ther bad men in Deadwood, I reckon we won't havt> gits sober an' thinks it over he ll feel mighty ashamed of a hard time of it while we stop here. Why, I didn't even himself 'cause you handled him ther way you did afore a git a chance to draw my gun, or even say a. word." crowd. But he won't bear you any grudge. I knows him "I am sorry I had any trouble with Martin," our hero too well for that." remarked, a few minutes later. "I have an idea that he "That's right, Bob!" exclaimed Easy Edward. "I know will have a grudge against me, in spite of what Easy Ed nlel Martin well enough for that, too. But I know Young ward said. It strikes me that he is that kind of a man." Wild \Yes t a great deol better, an' ther minute Mel grabbed "Me, too," echoed the five companions, in a breath. him by ther shoulder an' yanked him up to ther bar I The y were all pretty good judges of human nature, and knowed there was goin' to be trouble, an' that M e l was ther they could generally size up a man for what he was. one who was goin' to git ther worst of it. Set em up for And they were all about right, as far as Mel Martin went, al, hands! It's too bad Mel got mad an' went out." as the sequel will prove. All this while .Jim Dart, Cheyenne Charlie, Jack Robe dee. and Lively Rick had not said a word. But the men in the barroom had taken notice that they kept just as cool as their young leader did. "I'll bet that if any one had inte rfered they'd have cleaned ther place in no time," one of them, who had been favorably struck by our hero s action, r e marked to the fellow next to him. "I reckon so. I wouldn t want to be the one to try it," was the rejoinder. "That Young Wild West are what I calls a hurricane on wheels I" Wild took a. soft drink when Easy Edward treatf : d the crowd, no one making the least objection to his doing so, and then he called for the cigar s and invited ever y one to smoke. There were one or two there who never smoked a cigar, but they did not refuse them. It was just possible that the dashing boy might insist on them smoking, they thought. But Young Wild West was not that kind of a fellow They could take what i.hey liked. "Now," \lbserved our hero, when eve rybody was smoking as though their very lives depended upon it, "Mr. Land lord, can we get accommodations here for a few days?" "Yes, sirree !"was the reply. "You kin git ther best ther house affords." "'rhank you! Kindly have our horses cared for at once, then." The proprietoi: got a hustle on him, and in five minutes the five horses were comfortably located in the stalls in the commodious stable in the rear of the building. Then two large rooms, each containing two full-sized beds, on the second floor front, were turned over i.o them. "I guess this will do!" remarked Jack Robe dee. "This hotel seems to be on a little higher scale than Brown's Ga-zoo over in Wes ton." "Yes; everything is on a more improved scale, except the people. I did have an idea that Weston was going to beat Deadwood all hollow, but this town lies right in the center of the richest part of the country, and that is what gives it the advantage," Wild answered, as he went to the wash stand and proceeded to get rid of the dust and travel stains. "It's called a bad town, but I reckon it ain't so very bad, after all," said Charlie, as he followed the example set by ---:-..-CHAPTER IV. THE TERROR OF TAPER TOP SHOWS HOW POLITE HE CAN BE. There w e re seven passengers in the stagecoach that left Baldtown for Deadwood at eleven o'clock on the day our friends arrived at the town that had the reputation of be ing so "bad." They consisted of a young married couple, a wealthy mine owner, who had been on a trip Bast, and four tender feet fresh from the paving blocks of the cities on their way to the heart of the Black Hills. The young married couple were a comely looking pair. They were Mr. and Mrs. Charles Peterson, and one of them had never visited the Wild West before. That one was the bride. She had always lived in the city of St. Louis, and so had the groom until about a year \ before. He had journeyed to the gold regions, promising that when he struck it rich he would come back and wed her. Peterson had kept his word. He had been very successful as a miner, and when he thought h e could keep a wife in r:.uch luxury as that portion of the country provided, he wrote his promised bride to get ready to be married and come West with him as soon as the ceremony could be performed. And the girl, loyal and true to him, immediately wrote back for him to "come on." Peterson's interests in Deadwood were worth too much to leave there, and as he had become used to the ways of the country and the people in it, he was satisfied to remain there permanently. And the bride was willing to go there and share his lot with him. The wealthy mine owner was a very stout man of middle age. He had been a poor man once upon a time, but his good fortune had given him the opinion that he was several pegs above the common run of people, and he had a way of ignor ing every one he came in contact with, uniess he was pretty sure that they were worth as much as he was. And so it was when the got into the stage.

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I YO"GXG \YILD WEST IX DK\.DWOOD. The mine owner, who was really not much bctler fixed cooin' an' makin' a fool out of yourself with your young than managed to find the most comfortable seat, bride, I guess." and then he proceeded to act the part of the hog, taking This retort caused another smile to pass around, and no part whatever in the conversation that sprang up. Peterson, thinking he was the butt or it, sprang over and One of the tenderfeet was a chum of Peterson, named gave the old man's nose a twist. Aleck Cole. "Now, if you don't shut up I'll throw you out!" he said. Ile was a New Yorker, anc1 he had met his friend in St. The strangers expected there would be a fight in the vehiLouis for the purpose of coming to Deadwood with him to cle then, but there was not. better his fortunes. The starch had been completely taken from the mine The other three "greenies," as the driver had called them owner, and he did not offer to ret:ent the insult to his red when he was talking to the guard who went along to protipped proboscis. tect the outfit from road agents and bad Indians, were He turned pale, however, and then evidently thinking strangers. that the young miner would keep his word, he settled back But they seemed to be pleasant and affable fellows, and in his seat, and had nothing further to say. very anxious to get to the end of their journey. Nor did he pay any further attention to the rest of the They had already ridden ninety miles in stage()oaches to passengers :for the next few hours to come. Balqtown, and now they had but thirty miles to go. Meanwhile the stagecoach rattled along, sometimes at a The journey had been very tiresome to them, as it had snail's pace as they were ascending some hill, and then been to the bride of Peterson, but as nothing had happened again with a rattle and bang down some deep descent. to disturb them on the way, they were as light-hearted as Several times the passengers were pitched from their ever. seats, and once when the old man went flat on his stomach, When they had gone about five miles, the mine owner, who was becoming more cross as the journey proceeded, called out to the driver and asked him why he did not whip up the horses a little. "Ther road is too rough to go any faster," was the reply. "Jest keep your shirt on, mister, an' we'll git to Deadw6ocl on time." "How dare you talk to me that way?" cried the crabbed man, acting as though he was not used to hearing such lan guage, and making a miserable failure of the acting at the same time. "You shet up!" was the calm ret.:)ft, and then the rest of the smiled. This made the old fellow madder than ever. "What are you looking at?" he demanded, :fiercely, pick ing out Aleck Cole, the tenderfoot, as the one to vent his feelings upon. "I beg your pardon, my clear sir," was the reply. "I guess this is a public conveyance, and if a person feels like laughing, they have a perfect right to do so." "But you was laughin' at me." The mine owner had dropped his pompous way of speak ing in his anger, thus showing what he was-a lucky miner with a swelled head. "Well, if I was laughing at you I could not help it. I won't do it again, unless you make me. There! Does that suit you for an apology?" "Suit me! Why, I'll fill you full of lead for that in sult!" He made a move as though he was going to draw a re volver, and then Peterson spoke up. "Stop that, old man !" he cried. "If you go to do any shooting here, I'll take a hand." "You mind your own business," was the snappy re joinder. "You've got all you kin attend to with billin' an' Peterson helped him.up, with the remark: "There you are, sir. I hope you ain't hurt." But he did not even thank him, though his face did relax into just the vestige of a pleasant look. When darkness overtook them, the outfit was in the wild est section of the country that the tenderfeet and the bride had yet passed through. The driver halted the tired horses at the foot of a steep hill to give them a blow, and the guard got down from the top of the vehicle, and opening the door, said: "W'hen we git to ther top of ther hill you folks wants to hold on tight. We've got a mighty rough road down ther mountain for about three miles, an' then we'll have plain sailin' all ther way into Deadwood." Every one thanked him for his information except the mine owner. He was too grouty to thank any one, let alone the com mon guard of an old tumble-down stagecoach. He was right on his dignity again. Peterson had traveled the road on more than one occ11sion and he knew all about the rough descent, but he was not of the sort to Jc the guard's warning go by unnoticed. In a few minutes the horses started, and the tediou, as cent was soon made. "Now comes the rocky road to Dublin," Tenderfoot Cole remarked as the outfit started down the hill with a bump and a jar that made them think they were surely going over. Rattle, clatter, bump! Down they went, six of the passengers laughing merrily, and the seventh scowling as though it was all the fault of the driver, and i.hat he was doing it on purpose. But as much as the others were laughing, they were glad wlrnn the foot of the long hill was reached. The plain sailing into Deadwood had now begun, and the old man settled into an easy position with a grunt of ap proval.

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. There was yet ten miles to be covered, but as the way was comparatively smooth, it would not take them so very long. Just about three miles had been made when the stage coach came to a stop with such a jar that Tenderfoot Cole went flying into the lap of the grouty mine owner. But before the old man could expostulate the sharp re port of a revolver rang out, followed by the command: "The first one who moves hand or foot will die l The Terror of Taper Top demands his toll!" "Lord save us groaned the old fellow, seizing Peterson by the arm. "Don't let me get robbed, young fellow I I'll make it all right with you." But Peterson had too much to attend to just then to pay any attention to him. His young wife was so badly frightened that she was on the verge of hysterics. The young miner knew just what had happened. He hac1 heard of the terror of Taper Top, and he knew the stagecoach had been held up by him. He also felt thankful that it had happened coming back, for if he had been robbed on his way to St. Louis he would have lost a big sum of money. Now he had little left of what he had taken with him. Aleck Cole had drawn his revolver, ready to make a fight for it. "Do,1't !" his friend said. "If you shot one of the vil lains we would all get riddled. Let them take what you have got; that is the best way." Just then both doors of the coach were opened and a number of revolvers were thrust inside. "Hands up!" said a voice. Every one obeyed the command but the young woman, and she had fainted and could not. "That's sensible, I do declare!" exclaimed the Terror, as he flashed a bull's-eye lantern in front of him and showed his blond mustache and goatee to the passep.gers. "You can put your hands down now," he added. "Just use them to hand over what valuables you have got, and be sure that you don't miss any. Hurry a little, please. We can't tarry here all night, you know. Ah! thank you, young fellow," as Cole handed over his pocket-book and watch and chain. "Small favors thankfully received," as Peterson passed over his rather lean purse and was in the act of re moving the ring from the finger of his unconscious wife. "Never mind that! You are a newly wed couple, I can see that. Let the woman keep her wedding ring, but give me everything else you have." "I am much obliged to you for that," retorted Peterson, who was the coolest of all the passengers. "Here is every thing we have between us, save the clothes we have." "I was once on a wedding trip myself," resumed the blond villain, as he took the articles. "I know how it feels to bo held 11p by gentlemen of the road, for I experienced it once before I went into the business. I don't know but you can have these earrings back. I can't say that I have any use for them, and they are not worth a great deal, any how." 'l'he young miner accepted tho trinkets as coolly as though ho was merely enjoying the joke, ancl Tim Talbot smiled and tipped his hat to the unconscious bride. Then he turned his attention to the other three tender feet. "Hand over the toll, please, gentlemen," he went on, blandly. ''I know it is rather hard, but it must be done, you know. This is a very dangerous business, and we have to get paid well when we work. There is a price on my head now, and if I get caught I will surely be hung. I don't believe there is any one here who would like to see me dance on nothing with a rope around my neck, even if the toll I demand is somewhat exorbitant. 'Pon my soul! I do think you are the most civil and obliging lot of people I have met in some time. You needn't mind it so much, though, gentlemen. There is plenty of gold to be dug out of the Black Hills yet, and there is no doubt that you will get your full share of it, if you only work. Thank you! Thank you Thank you There was only one passenger left who had not been re lieved of his belongings, and that was the millionaire. The polite scoundrel had sized him up when he first looked in through the door of the vehicle, and as he had known what passengers were booked to come from Bald town, he !eft him to the last. He was quite sure that the main part of the haul would be made 1rom him, as he had learned that he always car ried a pile of money with him. And this was indeed a fact, for the grouty old man would not trust his money in a bank when he was away, save that which was in the form of securities. He had something like ten thousand dollars in his clothes at that very minute, and as frightened as ho was, he did not want to give it up to save his life. There was a broad smile on the face of the highwayman as he turned to the grouty man. "Please be so kind and obliging as to hand over your mite," he observed, holding the lantern so its rays flashed full upon the countenance of the victim. The scoundrel had changed his revolver to the same hand chat held the lantern, but his weapon was not needed to keep the passengers in submission, since the men standing on either side of the vehicle hacl them all covered. "I haven't got over twenty dollars with me," gasped the grouty mine owner, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. "Well, hand that over, then." With an unmistakable sigh of relief, he did so. "You are sure this is all you have with :you?" "Yes; that is every Cnt. I don't know what I will do when I get to Deadwood." "My fat friend, it strikes me that you are telling an un truth. Just search your clothes and see if you can't find a fat wallet somewhere. Come! hurry up. It would be rath er unpleasant for us if the sheriff and a crowd of his clepn ties were to appear just now. Our time is limited. What I Not going to look for the wallet ? Well, then, I will do il: for you." ...

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12 YOLXG WILD WEST IX DEADWOOD. With a quick move Tim Talbot seized the man by the lapel of his coat and pulled rum headforemost out of the coach. The victim landed on the ground upon all fours, and before he could get righted up the deft ngers of the polite outlaw captain had ripped open his vest and taken the wal let that was stowed in the inside pocket. Then the grouty old man received a good kick that sent him rolling to the side of the road. "That is for lying," remarked Talbot, with a laugh. "Now, then, I guess the stagecoach can proceed. We won't bot.her you any further, gentlemen. Pleasant dreams to the bride and groom. May they live a very happy life, indeed, and always remember the night that Tim Talbot, the Terror of Taper Top, paid his respects to them. I wish you all a pleasant good--" "Hold on, cap!" interrupted Valdez, the "I want to a stick my lmife in the a man who was a just mar ried. He leave it nice a widow then." "Never mind that. He is too civil fellow to be bothered with any .l'urther. We will let them go on to Dead wooa. and they will think all the more of us for it." "But I want to have some fun," insisted the heartless brute. He had his long-bladed knife in his hand, ar;:l sc.>eme
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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 13 "Next!" called out one oI the barbers, as he .finished the customer in the chair. "Go ahead, Wild,'' said Jim, so our hero got up and took the chair as soon as 01e other customer got out 'of it. Before Wild was finished Jim and Jack were in the other two chairs. When our hero got out and paid the 'barber a door at the side of room opened and Mel Martin thrust his head in the room. "Hello, Young Wild West!" he observed with a show of o;urprise. "I did not expect to see you so soon this morning. Well, I may as well tell you right here before every one, that I made a fool of myself yesterday and I am sorry for it. I am not the man to hold a grudge, and if I had not been drinking too much yesterday when you was introduced at the hotel, I shouldn't have acted like I did. I was coming over to the hotel o see you about the property over in Wes ton; but since you are 11.ere we can attend to the business right now. Step in here; this is an adjunct to the barber shop, and you can buy both whiskey and cigars here. I want you to have a good cigar with me before we get down to business." "All right, Mr. Martin," replied our hero. "I suppose we can fix up the business now as well as any other time. We can have a talk over it, an)'way." He did not hesitate to step into the adjoining room with 1 the man, though he had a slight suspicion that he did not feel as friendly as he made out to. But Young Wild West knew no fear. If Mel Martin attempted anything that was at all treach erous he would be apt to find that he had made a mistake. It was not a very large room that they stepped into. There was a bar in one end of it, and sca.ttered about were some chairs and a couple of tables. "Let us have a couple of your best cigars," said Martin to the man behind the bar, who was the only one there when they entered As Wild followed him to the bar a door that was almost behind opened noiselessly and a man wearing a heavy red beard slid into the room. Our hero was not aware of his presence until the new comer sprang upon him and grabbed his revolvers from his belt Mel Martin whipped out his shooter as quick as a flash and in a whisper exclaimed : "Make a single cry, Young Wild West, and you will die. I brought you in here to do business with you, and I want to do it to my own satisfaction. Hold up your hands!" At that instant another man entered the rotm. He was unquestionably a Mexican, and he had a bandage over one of his eyes. The boy saw that he was in for it, so instead of raising his hands, he dealt Martin a blow with his fist between the eyes that sent him fl.at upon his back on the floor. The red-whiskered fellow ru<:hed upon him then, and the scoundrel with the bandage over his eye moved toward the end of the bar. "You may as \Yell give in, young fellow!" exclaimed the red-bearded man. "We are bound to have you." Wild then caught the villain by the throat and pushed him on the table The Mexican seized a hammer and rushed upon the boy. Just then Cheyenne Charlie, revolver m hand, opened the door. "Drop that hammer, you yaller-skinned coyote!" cried the scout. "Wild, I reckon I come jest in time, didn t I?" "Yes, Charlie," panted our hero, who had now worked one of his hands to the throat of the scoundrel he wa8 holding on the table, and was gripping on it so tightly that he was choking him. "Call the others in! I guess we had better make examples of these fellows." "Jim Jack! Lively! Come in here!" shouted Chey enne The three burst in through the doorway in double-quick time, and just as they did so half a dozen villainous-look ing men came in through the other door. Young \Vild West let go his hold upon the man he had been holding down and seized the revolvers that were in his belt. "Back, you hounds!" he cried, in a ringing voice "I came in this room to do business with Mel Martin, and I am going to do it. The man who interferes will die!" Seizing the opportunity before him, 1.hc fellow Wild had had released his grip upon slipped from the table and made a b9lt for the door that opened into the street. As he did so the red beard fell from his face, and then our friends saw that he was no other than Tim Talbot, 1.he Terror of Taper Top. Wild was as much surprised as any of them when he saw this. He did not act as quickly as he would have otherwise done. 'I'he result of it was that Talbot got out on the street and reached his horse, which was tied in front of the place. He mounted and darted off just as our hero reached the door. Two or three teams happened be in range at the time, so he did not fire at the escaping villain. If it had not been for the fact that they were right in thr heart of a hustling town he would have taken his chances on winging the desperate highwayman Meanwhile the rest of the scoundrels had got out of the room with the single exception of Mel Martin. Jack Robedee had seized him as he attempted to get up, having heard Wild say that he wanted to do business with him, and that he meant to do it. Charlie and the others could easily haYc dropped some of the villains, but as they did not offer to draw their revol \ ers when they saw Talbot make his escape to the street they let them alone. 'I'he man behind the bar was trembling in his boots 11hen Young Wild West came back into the 'room. "What docs all this mean, gentlemen?" he asked, f:p<'ak ing in a frightened way.

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14 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. "I rather think you know all about it," replied our hero, as he motioned Martin to sit clown at the table. "Upon my honor I do not!" cried the man. "I run a re spectable place, though it is small, and I'm tryin' my besl to make an honest livin'. When :Mr. Martin brought you in here I did not know there was any one in the back yard. The men must have went through the lane that leads to the. barn. I am telling you the truth, sir. Wild looked hard at the follow and made up his mind that he was honest "Perhaps you are telling the truth," he said. 'I hope you are for your own good. But, Mr. Martin," and he turned to the villain who had so nearly played a successful game on him. "See here I" exclaimed Martin, looking about him in a hopeless way; "if I tell you all about it will you believe me?" "I can't say that I will. To be plain with you, I think you are a sneaking viDain, and that you would as leave cut a throat a8 eat. If you have anything to say, you can say it., though." "I can get some of the best citizens in town to testify to my general character," retorted the big man, wincing at Wild's words. "Perhapc; you can. What you might call the best citi zeni> might be the worst. The Terror 0 Taper Top is not a good citizen, is he?" "I did not know he was here." ''Perhaps you did not. Well, go ahead, i! you have got anything to say, and say it quickly." "Well, I come to ther conclusion that I'd try an' work about double what ther property was worth out of you." l\fartin was now speaking in the style oi the general run of the inhabitants again. "You meant to scare me into paying you double what it was worth, did you?" "That's it exactly. I met the gang of men who rushed in here down on ther corner. Some of 'cm I knew by sight an' ther re. t I had never seen afore. I told them that Young Wild West was in the1 barber shop an' that I wanted to scare him into makin' a bargain with me. I told three of 'em to go through ther lane an' come around to ther back door of this place, an' when I got you in here they was to come in an' bold revolvers at your bead while I struck ther bargJin with you." "That sotmds quite plausible, too But you are not such a fool as to think anything like that would work on me, especially after our meeting yesterday afternoon, are you?" .,. o, I ain't now, but I was a little while ago." "Well, if that was your scheme, it didn't work. And any other scheme you might have been trying to work failed, too. Now, Mr. Martin, do you know what I want you to clo ?" "Tell me an' I'll do it." The man's tone nothing if not humble now. "I want you to go to the mayor, the cashier of the bank, and four other prominent citizens of Dendwood nnd get them to recommend you as being an honest, law-abiding citizen. Can you do it?" "Yes, 1 kin do that eai
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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 15 ru1c1 her earrings. Two of the men who were in the coach were here this morning, and they told me all about it. One of them is a regular customer at the shop here. Uc is Charle8 Peteri>on, wl10 went to St. Louis to get married. He was in the coach with his wife and a friend who met him and came out here with him. There were four more passen gers, and one of theni was a rich old fellow who owns several mines in the Hills. The Terror treated them all quite de cent but the old fellow, who lied about what money he lwd. He pulled him out into the road and made the driver come on to town with the horses on a hot gallop. The guard was shot at the first go-off, but he was the only one, a s not another shot was fired." Young wild West was much interested in the recital of this adventure. He began to think that Tim 'I'albot was one of the daring scoundrels he had ever meL The man must certainly possess great nerve to venlurc, into town after making a hold-up the night before. He resolved right then ancl there 1.o help the sheriff up the outlaw gang and bring the Terror of Taper Top to justice. CHAPTER IV. WILD MAKES THE DEAL WITH MARTIN. Our friends left the barber shop and took a walk around town. They cut it short, however, as it hacl begun to rain pn:tty hard, and they did not feel in the humor to get soakeil to the skin. They hired a rig to take them back to the hotel, and a they were being driven past one of the most gaudy looking saloonE: in foe tcwn, Jim called our hero's attention to a man who was just about to enter the place. It was the Mexican who had been in the act of striking Young Wild West on the head with a hammer when Charlie entered the room in time to nip him in the bud. They could tell him by the bandage over his eye, if by no other way. "Ah!" <>xclaimed Wild, "it now strikes me that I noticed that same fellow with the outlaws He has been wounded since that time, and that is why he carries the bandage. .I wonder what kind of a reputation that place has got? I will have to find out, for I would not be surprised if ii is a hangout for the Terror of Taper Top." A rather elaborate sign over the door bore the inscription: JOHNNY'S JOIN'!'. There was also a Chinese sign on the building, too, and this made our hero think it was a rather tough place. "We must not fail to drop in there before we leave Dead wood." he remarked. "There's opium smokers there, I'll bet!" said Livel.v Rick. "I was in a place like that in Denver when I was out there. It had a Chinese sign on it that looked just like this one." ''Did yer try any of ther opium smokin' when you was in it?" Jack a1:1ked. "Yes; I thought I'd take in everything there was in town, so I bought a pipe, as they called it. It was ther worst dose I ever got, I think, for when I woke up I'd been robbed of everything I had 'cept my clothes. I was lucky enough to strike a feller I knowed, after I got out, an' he give me a job to earn money enough to git out of the town. That was my first opium smokin', an' you kin bet it will be my last, too." "They say that when you git to sleep from the stuff it makes } OU dream that angels are flying around you an' pellin' you with red roses an' cologne," spoke up Charlie. "I guess J didn't git ther right kind of a dose, then, for about all I dreamed about was that ther old boy was chasin' me with a red-hot pitchfork, an' when I woke up my head felt a8 though it was jammed into an ore-crusher, while my fe t felt as though some one was stickin' ten thousand nee dles in 'em. Don't talk opium to me! It may be all right for some feller what has lo t all ther nerves he ever had an' is all ther time wishin' he was dead; but for a sound person of common sense! Well, I reckon he'd be a fool to try it, knowin' as much as I do about it." ''I don't think any of us want to try it," said Wild. "But I do think all of us would like to pay a visit to J olmny's Joint. I want to go there just to see if I am not right when I think it is a sort of headquarters for Tim 'ralbot when he is in Deadwood." "And we will go there, by all means," observed Jim. When they got back to the hotel they were surprised to find Mel 1\Iartin waiting there. The two hours was not yet up, but he had not been idle, and. getting there ahead of time, he had sat down to wait. "I am here, Young Wild West," he said, as our hero walked up to him. "I've been to see the people you spoke about, an' I have got the seven recommendations Sure enough, he did have that number, and they were fI:om the mayor, cashier of the bank_ and four other mc>n who were supposed to live in Deadwood. Wild read them over and found that they all spoke well of the man. Then he took them to the proprietor of the hotel and asked him if he could identify the signatures. Four of them he could readily enough, but the rest he said he had not seen enough times to tell whether they were genuine or not. "From what you know 0 Mel Martin, he bears a pretty fair character, then?" our hero questioned. "Yes; outside of his bein' a gambler, an' somewhat 0 a speculator, I never heard anythin' ag'in him," was the re ply. "Well, I guess I will do business with him, then." "Did you make him git these signers before you would do business with him?" queried the landlord in surprise "I felt it necessary, so I did. You see, he tried a trick on me this morning that might have resulted in me being put

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16 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. out of the way," and then Wild told hi1n what had happened in the room adjoining the barber shop. "Well, I swan! I never thought he would do anytb_ing like that. You kin bet that he did not mean to kill you. He might have been gain' to scare you into givin' a good price for the property. 'Tain't likely he !mowed that it was Tim Talbot he was gittin' to help him. Well, that beats me! I never heard anything like it before!" Young Wild West went back to Martin and told him to come to a private room with them. He wanted his companions present to witness whatever verbal agreement they could come to. "I'm glad you're satisfied, Young Wild West," remarked the big man, as he took a seat. "I have done somethin' for you that I wouldn't have done for a regiment of soldiers before I met you. I never wanted to clear myself so much in my life as I did this morning when that thing happened in that barroom. You see, I had done such things before in makin' deals, an' I never thought but that it was all right. If you kin scare a feller into makin' a deal it is a deal, you know." "Tt is taking a mean, cowardly advantage, you mean." "Well, I reckon it i s Now, what will you give me for the property that lies next to your piece in Weston?" "What do yori ask for it?" "I've never been there even to look at it, so I don't know how much it is worth. I only know wh
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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEAH\YOOD. 17 him that he would send word to the bank and have it ar ranged for him to cash it in. And the big man did not doubt the word of Young Wild West. He had reason to believe in him pretty well. It was noon when Martin walked into the restaurant, and the tables were pretty well filled up with gamblers, sporting miners, cowboys, and here anc1 there a tenderfoot fresh from the East. Martin looked around and presently saw a table that was being used by three men. One of them was a stout, elderly man with a very pompous air, and the other two were bearded fellows wearing very sporty clothes. There was just one vacant chair, and the big man thought that particular place was as good as any -0 the rest. So he sat down and gave his order to the waiter. All there of the men were strangers to him, and Martin was always on the lookout to make the acquaintance of strangers. He had often led himself in the way of making money by striking up a quick friendship. U he once got his man into a game o.f draw poker he was all right, for Mel Martin came out ahead in that gallle nine times out of ten. "Nasty day, he observed, looking at all three with one sweeping glance. "Yes," answered two of the men, the third not taking the trouble to answer. "A rainy clay always makes me feel went on the big man. Then looking straight at the stout man, he added: "What's the matter, my friend? You appear down hearted." "I guess you'd feel downhearted, t.oo, if yon was robbed of every cent you had," was the reply, in a growling "I reckon I would. When was you robbed?" "Last night, when the stagecoach was held up about seven miles out of town. scoundrels were not satisfied with taking my money and watch and chain, but they pulled me out of the coach and made me foot it for the whole seven miles to here." "How is it that you are able to buy your dinner if you were robbed of every cent you had last night?" asked the man sitting opposite to Martin, becoming very much inier estecl, it seemed. "Ofi, my credit is good at almost any bank, I guess," was the boasting rejoinder. "I soon got fixed up when I got to this town. JHy name is Dolliver-Dan Dolliver, and I am interested in a few mines within a scope of two hundred mileR or so." ''Why, do you mean to tell ine that you are Dan Dolliver, the millionaire mine owner?" cried the man who had asked the rather impudent question. "That's who I am, sir," and the old fellow swelled ont his chest with a great show of pride. "Put her there, Mr. Dolliver. I am more than pleased to have the pleasure of meeting you," and Dolliver, who was really the grouty old man Tim Talbot had treateu so harshly in the hold-up the night before, had his hand in the grip of the stranger and being wrung in a hearty fashion before he was aware of it. "I guess I ain't going to get much of a show,'' thought .Martin. "But I am going to have a try at it, anyhow." ''My name is Mel Martin," he exclaimed, seizing the fat man's hand the instant the other let go. "I am a well known citizen around these diggin's. If I can be of any as sistance to you, either financially or otherwise, Mr. Dolliver, ] will be only too happy to oblige you." "Thank you,'' answered Dolliver, thawing out wonder fully. "f am glad to meet you, gentlemen, I assure )OU." He was speaking the best he knew how now, and was putting on all the digniiy he could command, at the sinne time. "My name is Webster,'' rcm'nrked the fellow who had wrung his hand so heartily. "I am a stranger here in town, but I gue s I will make out all right, since I ne\'<'r had a quarrel with a person in all my life." "And my name is Quirk,'' spoke up the remaining man at the table, just as the waiter c-ame with the order that had been given at the table by the four. "What do you say if have a nice quart bottle of champagne, gentlemen? It will serve to wash the dinner down better. I, too, am a stranger in these parts, an' I'd like to get acquainted with some good people." All three were perectl'y willing to do this, and they told him so. The wine was promptly ordered, and as they drank it they became more friendly. Martin was a little puzzled. He felt certain that the two men were trying to work the same game he was trying for. He also knew they were i11 disguise, since his sharp eyes had detected the beards they had on as being false. Who were they ? That was the question that puzzled him. "They are regular Deadwood crooks, I'll bet!" he thought. "But I can't seem to locate them. Well, I'll work the thing out, anyway, an' if they are after anything worse than gettin' the old fool into a game of poker, I'll look out far his interests, that's all." Having come to this conclusion, Mel Martin proceeded to enjoy the meal, making himself as agreeable as he could. CHAPTER VII. THE OF DRAW POKER. The dinner in the restaurant of Johnny's Joint was pro louged into a rather lengthy affair. The four men at ihe table not only enjoyed one brJttlc of champagne, but before they were ready to get up they had disposed of at least half a dozen. And by that time they were all feeling as though they had known each other for years.

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18 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. It was a game that was being played with two men on one side and one on the other. And Dolliver, the egotistical mine owner, who had been robbed the night before, was the game sought after. One by one the guests -0f the restaurant went out, and :finally the four were the only ones remaining. But they were good customers, and they were waited upon with the utmost politeness and prompt attention. So well did Martin and the other men work their game that finally Dolliver gave a yawn and proposed that they play a friendly game of cards. Webster, as he called him self, demurred a little, and :Martin hesitated. But they both consented to pJay, with the proviso that the stakes were to be small. The other man said he dicl not know much about cards, but he would take a hand, just so he would not break up the party. As they got up to go to the room where they were to play, Webster managed to get alongside of Martin and whisper in his ear: "I know you, Martin, but you don't know me. We will pick the old fool and divide the proceeds between the three of us." The big man nodded in the affirmative, though he did not know whether he would do it that way or not. He was now more puzzled than ever to find out who the two disguised men were. He had made up his mind only an hour or two before to lead a better life, but the temptation to gamble was too gre-at for him, and he had even gone so far as to enter a con spiracy to rob an unsuspecting fellow creature. But Mel l\fartin did not know Dolliver. Neither did the other two men. That is, as far as his gambling propensities were con cerned. 'I'hey were to learn something about him, though, they got through with him. The four managed to get a nice quiet corner where they could have things pretty much to themselves. There were three other tables in the room, but none of them were being used when they sat down. The cards were brought and the game commenced. It was for very light stakes at :first, and the four seemed to be really enjoying the game. The man named Quirk was the lucky man at the end of half an hour. He had won something like a hundred dollars, an
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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 19 during the journey from Baldtown, and he spoke to the young man. "How are you, young fellow?" he observed. "I ree you are alive, after what happepned last night." "Oh, yes," replied Peterson, moving his chair closer to the table. "I got off a little luckier than you did." "I know you did. I will get square on the Terror of Taper Top for the way he used me, see if I don't. As soon as I see the sheriff I am going to add another thousand dollars to the reward for the scoundrel, dead or alive. That ought to induce somebody to go the whole length to get him." "Yes; that ought to be quite an inducement; but I hear the reward has already been doubled by the county officials." "Is that so?" Martin asked, who knew Peterson qui le well. "Yes. Well, gentlemen, since we are all here together, I wonk1 like to introduce you to some friends of mine. This is Young Wild West, the Prince oi the Saddle, dead-shot nnd town boomer. o doubt you have all heard of him, if you haven't met hirn." "I am glad to say that I am a friend of his," retorted Martin, with just the least show of pride. i
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-r-20 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. Jim Darl was not a bit rnrprir;rd when he heard his chum say this. Like Wild, he Jrnd his suspicions about the two bearded men, and he knew that the Prince of the Saddle was going to take a hand in the game for a purpose. The four promptly made room for him around the table and Wild moved his chair up. The men were not playing with chipR, but using the money itself. "I like a five or six-handed game better, anyway," re marked Webster. "Won't one of the other gentlemen come in the game?" "That's so!" exclaimed J\farlin and Quirk in a breath. "I'm satisfied," said Dolliver, with an ugly grunt. Wild looked at Charlie. That look meant that he could take a hand if he desired. Our hero had very little money, and did not intend to play long. What he wanted to do was to get into an argument with the man called Webster. He was the one he had picked out as being the clever villain in the game. "I'll take a hand, if there ain't any objections," said Cheyenne Charlie. No one had, so room was made for him. Charlie got in between Quirk and Webster. That made Webster sit almost opposite to Wild. They cut for deal, after first agreeing on the ante, and it fell to the lot of Charlie to deal the cards. Though he did not follow up the game, on the advice of Young Wild West, the scout was a good hand at the busi ness. And what Wild did not know about the cards was hardly worth knowing, though he never gambled for the purpose of winning another person's money. He only did it when he had an objeet in view. When the cards were dealt around, Dolliver bet ten dol lars. Wild raised it a like amount, and then Webster went him ten better, Martin meeting it. Charlie and Quirk stayed out. There was no heavy betting, each evidently having a rather slim hand after they drew their cards. Dolliver raked in the pot, giving a satisfied grunt as he did so. It continued in about this way until Webster got the deal. Webster hacl laid down a "blind" of ten dollars, and when the cards were dealt everybody met it. The game was now getting decidedly interesting. Several patrons of the place had entered meanwhile and when it became noised about that YonngWild West, the boss of Weston, was playing in a game o.f draw poker, the interest )ecame great. Men were standing around the table three and four deep. Young Wilcl West was as cool as though he was simply playing a game of dominoes with his friends. Webster held the pack in his hands and dealt out what the players called for. "How many?" he asked Wild, when it came to him. "Five," was the reply> and he threw his hand in with the discards. The dealer looked just p bit uneasy as he handed over the cards drew three and Charlie one. 'rhen Webste1 looked at his own hand, and discarding three, took that number from the pack. Dolliver had failed to better his hand, so he simply bet the regular ante. Wild met the bet, as did Quirk and Cheyenne Charlie. Then what happened no one expected to see. Webster met the bet and made the call. It had been a very tame affair, after all. It so happened that Charlie held the best hand, and he raked in the pot. "I would like to ask you something?" spoke up Webster, looking hard at Wild. "What did you draw five cards for?" "To keep you from getting four aces," was the calm reply. "I laid down three kings and a pair of queens in or der to draw the whole five." "That means that I was cheating ? "Exactly." "Well, I wasn't." "What did you question me as ro why I drew five cards .for, then?" "Just because I fe1t like doing so." "And I answered you just because I felt like doing so." "You did, eh?" "Yes. Now, I will tell you why you asked the question. You were so surprised at my discarding the three kings and the pair of queens that you could not k12ep from asking m You knew just the hand you dealt me, and if I had stood pat, you woul1d have drawn three aces, which, with the one you have in that" hand, would have given you four.'' "You lie, if you say I knew what you had in your hand!" Wild's eyes twinkled dangerouEly, but he remained cool. "Don't say anything you will be sorry for, my friend," he retorted. "I will bet you that you have an ace in the hand you just laid down, and that if I had stood pat, you would have got the three that got divided between my friend and your friend." "And I'll bet that you are a lying young hound!" He drew a revolver as he made this bold remark. Then something happened that almost took the breath from the lookers-on. Young Wild West knocked the weapon from the man's hand, and then, as quick as a fl.ash, seized the beard and tore it from the man's face. "Aha! I am glad to meet you, Tim Talbot!" cried Young Wild West, covering the man with the muzzle of his revolver. "You could not hold your temper, and that has made you lose the game. Hands up, please, or you will die right in that chair!" The friend of the villain was in the act of drawing his j I

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YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. 21 shooter when he suddenly found the muzzle of Charlie's County, an' whrn 1 talk I always mean somethin' An' right under his nose. when I shoot I shoot to kill!" "It ain't no use in raisin' a rumpus, stranger," the scout remarked.. "You had better take it easy." "Furies!" cried Talbot, when he found that his iJentity had been disclosed. "You will never take me, Young Wild West!" As the words left his lips he threw up both feet and kicked the table over. Our hero had not expected this movement, and he was forced over backward with the overturned table on top of him. The Terror of Taper Top blew a shrill whistle and then everything was in an uproar. Several shots were fired, but the villain seemed to bear a charmed life, and in a twinkling he had worked his way out of the room. CHAPTER VIII. WILD A.ND THE SHERIFF. When Young Wild West got upon his feet t1iere was a free fight in progress. That was sufficient to prove that there were severa l of Tim Talbot's friends in the room. The shots that had been fired had done little damage, since they had been aimed in the air more for the purpose of creating a coniusion and allowing the outlaw leader to escape. "Stop your wrangling, and get away from that door!" cried our hero, a revolver showing in either hand. "If you are not mighty careful, I will begin to shoot directly, and when I shoot some one always gets Iturt. Stand aside, now I am going after the Terror o.f Taper Top!" As if by magic, the crowd drew back and allowed the dashing young dead-shot to pass. rrhe overturning o.f the table had interfered with Chey enne Charlie, too; but not enough to cause him to lose sight of the man he had covered. He still kept him right where he wanted him, and Jim and the rest were keeping an eye on the men in the room to see that they did not interfere. As Vi'ild reached the door he met half a dozen men push ing their way in. "I'm ther sheriff!" cried their leader, a tall, raw-boned fellow. "Ther fust man what interferes with me in ther course of my duty will either be arrested or die with his boots on!" "Are you looking for Tim Talbot?" asked Young Wild West. "That's jest ther crooked coyote we're lookin' for," was the answer. "1 got wind a little while ago that he was in town, an' that bein' ther case, I knowed he must be here, a_s everything drops into Johnny's .Joint, from a million aire pork-raiser to a Snake lnjun with ther leprosy! Clear thc1 track! I'm Strawberry Bill, ther sheriff of Pennington "Tim Talbot went out of this door less than a minute be .fore you came in," said 'Yild, sizing up the man and coming to thr quick conclusion that he wai:;'a man who would go through fire and water .for thr man he wanted. "If that is so, sonny, he didn't go out on ther street." "Then he i8 in the building yet," retorteu Wild, not noticing the appellation of "sonny" just then. 1 Here's one of his parcls," spoke up Charlie. "Good enough! One of my deputies will 'tent! to him. Zeke, jest nail onto him, will yer ?" "Like a lizard clingin' to a stone wall I will!" replied the deputy, showing a pair of handcuffs. "Hold out ycr hands, you varmint!" 'l'here was nothing for the villain to do but to obey, aud as the steel bracelets clicked on his wrists, Cheyenne Charlie the false beard and tore it from his face, disclosing the foatures of Len, the lirutenant of the outlaw band. "Ah!" exclaimed the sheriff, "I know you, old feller. So you are traveling around in disguise nowadays, arc you? Jumping Jehosaphat But this is a haul, ain't it! Now for thrr main guy in ther case." "Perhaps the proprietor of the place could give some information concerning him,'' suggested our hero. "That's right. Where's Johnny? Come here, Johnny ,Jumper! We all know that you're crooked, an' that you run a crooked joint. Trot out here, now, or ther minions of ther law will have ycr in their clutches afore you kin say Jack Robinson." "Who says I may know something about Tim Talbot?" demanded a short little fellow with a badly scarred face and a big diamond in his shirt front, as he pushed his way in front of Wild. "I said you might know something about where he is," was the quick retort, for Wild knew only too well that the man wa,; addressing him personally. "Then I say you arc badly mistaken, you brat of an up start boy!'' and the irate proprietor stnick a savage blow right at our l1ero's face. But the blow was nimbly and the next instant Young Wild West hacl the diminutive Johnny Jumper in a vise-like grip. Before any one knew what he was up to, he lifted him bodily and flung him half-way across the room. J olmny struck the floor with a bang and bounded to his feet as though he was made of rubber. Then he drew a revolver, and was in the act of firing a shot at Wild when Lively Rick knocked the weapon from his hand. "Whoopee!" yelled the man from Devil Creek, acting as though he had ju1't awakened to what was going on, and then picking him up, he tossed him over to Charlie, who caught him as though he was a bag or rags and bumped him upon the floor, head down. 'The sudden appearance of the little p-roprielor had caused our friends to look on the humorous side of the affair, and

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22 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD they were now in for fun, forgetful of the .fact that Tim Talbot might even then be m;1king his escape. We say our friends, but we must omit one from those who was looking for the fun that could be got out of the thing. That was Wild. Just now he was about as anxious as the sheriff to catch the Terror of Taper Top. He pushed his way into the hall and .found the outside door guarded by a man with a big navy revolver. "I'm a deputy," be s!lid. "You can't pass out of here till the sheriff says so." 'l'hat was enough to convince our hero that, unless he had made his exit by some other door, Tim Talbot was still in the house. "All right," he replied, and back he went into the gam bling room, from which he could hear roars of laughter coming. 'l'he proprietor of Johnny's Joint was in a great rage. Ile had managed to get into a corner of the room behind a table, and he was trying in vain to make himself heard, his .face bursting from his violent anger. Some of the men started into singing and dancing and throwing the tables and chairs over. 'l'he sheriff was looking around as though he did not know whether to laugh or g:t mad. Finally he found his tongue, and bawled out above the din : "Stop your humbug, won "t yer? I'm after Tim Talbot, an' I want him real bad! Shct up your tomfoolery, now, an' let me 'tend to my business I" Then he pushed his way over to where the little pr?prie tor was wildly dancing behind the table. "Johnny," said he, thrusting the long barrel of bis shooter right under the man's no e, "stop that, an' let's talk business. Stop it, or my finger might press ther trigger of my gun by mistake." This had a wonderful effect on Johnny. He calmed down as i:f by magic. The crowd ceased their noisy clamor, too, and the tiheriff was able to make himself heard quite easily. ''Johnny, where's ther sncakin' coyote called Tim Talbot?" he demanded, sternly. "I don't know, Bill," was the reply. "Yer don't know?" "No." "Well, he's $Omewhere in this shanty, an' I'm gain' i.o find him. If you say he ain't here, an' he is here I'm goin' to take you to ther lock-up as an accomplice of his'n. Do you hear what I say?" "J don't know where he is," was the reply. "Don't you know him when you see him?" "Johnny Jumper, I bet you're tellin' me a lie, an' if I find that yer have, look out :for me!" "I am tellin' you no lie. I ain't i:;'posed to know every body what comes in my place, am I?" "Well, no; but this is thcr headquarters oi Tim 'I' al bot when he's in Deadwood. I found that out in ther inwcstigations I've been makin' ther past week. Now, then, I want you to take us all through your blamed old joint. Do you understand what I say?" "Of course I do. Why didn't you talk that way when you came in. If Talbot was here, he's had lots of chances to git away while all this has been going on. But no! You had to listen to that boy with ther long hair, who thinks l:e's flO smart. That feller will wish he never come in here before I git through with him. I wouldn't be surprised if he be longs to ther band of Talbot, an' they jest put up this job to hurt my place." "Young Wild West ain't of ther sort to belong to a gang of thieves, my little sawed-off :m' hammered-down stump!" spoke up Jack Robedee. "It are a. good deal more likely that you belong to ther gang what hangs out around Taper 'fop. I'll bet you ten dollars you do, anyhow." "I'll take that bet!" snapped the little man, and he promptly pulled out the money. Jack was not going to back out now. He was quite sure he had hit t.he nail on the head, and it shuck him that he would haYe a chance to prove his asser tion before very long. 'l'hen a thorough search of the premises was made with the result that the Terror of Taper Top was not them. "Never mincl," observed Young Wild West, when they came back and stood in the bar of the place. "I will take it upon myself to .find Tim 'l'albot, and if I don't produce him, alive or dead, inside of thirty-six hours, my name is not Young Wild West." "You talk putty loud for a boy, sonny," remarke
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YO UNG WILD \VEST IN DEADWOOD. delighted in seeing him get hauled from behind his breast works, where he had a way of lording it over them as he saw :fit. Strawberry Bill extricated himsC'lf from the wreck of the broken and overhuned bottles and got upon his feet with no little difficulty, since he had been wedged in between two casks. "Roarin' catamounts Who fired me over here like that, anyhow?" "I did. Come around here and I will do it again, if you want to see how it was done," calmly retorted Young Wild West. ''All right, sonny I'm your huckleberry I wouldn't think of pourin' lead into you for doin' that, 'cause it are about ther greatest thing I ever had did to me. I'm goin' to buckle into you now, though, an' if your wishbone don't crack afore I git through with you, I'll cat a huffier bull, hair, hide an' all." "And if you don't call me mister after I get through with you, I will eat you after you have eaten the buU !" re marked Wild, who was now just in the humor to give the sheriff all that belonged to him, and a trifle more. Around the bar Strawberry Bill rus hed like a the men getting back out of the way to give him plenty of room. The young miner, Peterson, felt much alarmed for the safety of the dashing young fellow he had l earned to think so much of during his short acquaintance with him. He made up his mind right then and there if the sheriff hurt him, he would hurt the sheriff. "Clear ther track!" roared Strawberry Bill, and then he made a dive for Wild. But his grasping finger clutched nothing but the empty air; lie had the boy by fully two foet. Ancl before he could recover himself, hp felt a pair of
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24 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADWOOD. they might as well earn their money. You kin come back at ten o'clock, or you kin fetch up here at five in ther mornin'. It will be all ther same, as far as my accommodations for man an' beast are concerned." Wild had got it in his head that he must catch the Terror of raper Top, just to let the citizens of Deadwood know what he was made of. Another thing, he wanted to show the sheriff how to run the office he had been elected to fill. It was five o'clock when the five sat down to supper. It had stopped raining by this time, but the sky was still cloudy and overcast. Our hero had it in his head that Tim Talbot would wait till darkness set in be.fore he started for his retreat. He was pretty certain that he had not le.ft Deadwood, and that he was hidden somewhere in J olmny's Joint while the search wa going on for him. There coulcl have easily have been a secret room or L\\'O in the house. Wild had experiPnced quite considerable of secret rooms while in Cheyenne a few weeks before. It was still very cloudy when the five mounted their horses and started out to hunt up the Terror, though they felt pretty sur::? that the rain was over. "We will ride out in the direction o.f Taper Top," said Wild. "When we get to the tree with the placard on it we will hide behind the .fringe o.f high bushes there ancl wait for some one to come along. It is quite probable that Talbot will be disguised if he does come along, so we will have to keep a sharp watch." "I seen a sign out jest before we come in this afternoon with a reward of two thousand on it," remarked Jack. "Yes; that is what the sheriff said. But the mere offer of a reward won't catch the scoundrel, unless it is a large one. He has too many friends in this place for that." "That's jest what makes him so bold an' darin'," Chey oone Charlie said. "That Johnny Jumper is one o.f his friends, jest as sure as you live," remarked Rick. "Nothin' could make me think any different from that. Ain't he a little feller? I don't believe he is five feet tall, an' yet he acts as though he were over six, an' more than that. My! But when you picked him up and throwed him across the room I thought I'd have a fit from laughin', Wild." "He is like the majority of little men-very hot-tem pered and impulsive. I believe he would have shot me i.f you hadn't stopped him, Rick." 1 "Oh, I was watchin' him. I've learned how to watch suc.h coyotes as he is since I've been travclin' with you You have learned me a whole lot, an' that's why I never git caught nappin' any more." Tho five rode on till they came to the big tree that was at the point where the trail started for Weston and the other towns south of Deadwood. It was beginningto get dark now, but not too dark for them to notice that another placard had been put up over the first one they had seen. The sheriff had sent a man there 1.hat afternoon to put it up, and he had taken the piece of paper Tim Talbot had scribbled upon from the first one. Our friends rode around, and were soon halted in the very place the villains had laid in wait for the stagecoach the night before. Of course they were not really aware that they were on the same spot, but could easily judge that it was suitable for just such work. "We must wait here awhile, so we may just as well dis mount," observed our hero, setting the example. The lior,;es were allowed to graze, while their owners uhout talkiug in low tones. Half an hour passed. They were beginning to think that no one was coming a long at nll. The stagecoach from Baldtown was due at eight o'clock, or thereabouts, but that was some little time off yet. Ten minutes more flitted by and they suddenly heard the sounds of approaching hoofs. Owing to i:he sky being cloudy, it was now as dark as a pocket and i.f they wanted to catch a glimpse of whoever it might be coming they must get out on the road. "Mount and ride out!" exclaimed Wild. "Be ready with your shooters, too, for there is no telling what will hap pen. If it is Tim Talbot I want to try to take him alive, if l possibly can." Wild led the way out upon the highway just as two horse men showed up in the darkness. Though they said not a word to them, the two riders reined in their steeds at once. "Ilello !" said a voice, which was unmistakably that of the Terror of Taper Top. The heart of Young Wild West gave a bound. He felt that he was going to make good what he had said in much shorter time than he had thought. "Hello!" our hero answered, disguising his voice. "How many are there of you?" went on the captain, thinking surely the horsemen were members of his band, as he had told them to meet him somewhere on the road after darkness had set in. "Five." "Where are the rest?" "They didn't come." Wild was now close enough to the two men to see that one of them had a bandage over his eye. "Ah he thought; "that is the Mexican who was going to hit me on the head with a hammer. Well, he must go back to Deadwood with us, too." Just then the clatter ofhorses' hoofs came to their ears. Horsemen were approaching from the direction of Taper Top. Young Wild West thought it'high time to act. "Tim Talbot," said he, in his natural voice, up your hands. You are my prisoner!" At the same instant he reached over and seized the man by the collar and tQrust his revolver under his nose.

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YOUXG WILD WES'I' IN DEADWOOD. 25 Charlie and Jack had worked around on either side of the other fellow, and they grasped his arms the moment Wild spoke. The Terror of Taper Top was one of the quickest men to think and act that Young Wild West had ever met, and though he was expecting something of the kind from him, our hero was not prepared for what he did do. Instead of tln owing up his hands, the villain deliberately dropped down and rolled from his horse. At the Rame instant he sounded a whistle that his men were familiar with, and which told them that there was danger. Though taken by surprise, Wild recovered himself in stantly. He could have shot the Terror as he rolled over and over toward the side of the road, but he did not do so. He had it in his head that he to take hinl alive, and he was going to try his best to do so. But rather than see him get away he wou. shoot. The galloping horsemen: were now within fifty yards of our friends, and they realized that they would have to do something at once. "Get over under the tree--quick !" exclaimed the young Prince of the Saddle. His companions obeyed him with remarkable quickness, taking the captured Mexican and his horse with them. Just as they had placed the big tree between the road and themselves, the band of desperadoes Talbot had ex pected to meet came to a halt. "Fire on them!" cried the Terror, who was now in the bushes at the roadside. "Fire on them! They are behind the big tree "Don't a fire!" the captured Mexican screamed. "They have a got me!" The men did not obey the captain's command. They evidently did not want to shoot one of their col leagues. "Fire! I sav !" cried Talbot. "Don't mind what Valdez As if he had not thought of this before, the captain of the outlaws did fire. His bullet hit the tree. Lively Rick answered the shot, firing at the flash. /But he missed, for there was a dcrisi ve laugh, showing that Talbot had found a good position. "Don't shoot! Dont shoot!" the Mexican kept crying. "You a kill me if you do!" And the men did not shoot, causing their leader to fly into more of a rage than ever. "You a let me go," said the Mexican in a whisper to Wild. "I kill Captain Tim. He knock a my eye last night; now he a want me a shot. Let me a go an' 1 a kill him!" This was said in a tone that was full of vindictiveness and hate, and it is quite likely that the villain meant what he said. But Wild was not going to let him go just then. He had found that it was a good deal safer to keep him right where he was. As bad as the Terror's followers were, they did not want to run the risk of shooting one of their own men. Our friends were in a position where they could see witli out being seen The instant the villains fired at them they could fire a volley that would certainly lessen their number by half. And then it would be quite an easy thing to pick off one or two of the others before they could get to cover Lively Rick now sent another bullet where he thought Talbot might be. Wild did not attempt to stop him, knowing that it was hardly probable that he would "hit tim, and thinking it would be apt to hurry matters along a little. Again a derisive laugh rang out, and then once more Tal bot called upon his men to fire at our friends. This time they obeyed, or rather they fired above heads of our friends and their captive. But it was a very bad move for some of them. Cr-r-a-a-ack the says. It is Young Wild West and his gang who are after Five rifles belched forth streams of fire, the report sound-us. If the Mexican gets shot we can spare him. It is your ing as though it came from a cannon. business to put Young Wild Weet out of the way as soon Five of the outlaws went down, the riderless horses jump-as possible. He has sworn to hand me over to the sheriff!" ing about in wild confusion. "That is right!" called out our hero. "We are going to The rest turned to go back the way they had come, but take the Terror of Taper Top to the sheriff! If you men once more those five rifles sounded and down went two fire at us you will be apt to kill one of your number, and we more. will be liable to drop some of you at the same time. I have As the second volley was fired, the Mexican, who had not my rifle leveled now, and if I can't drop two or three of you been bound, slid from the back of his horse. and before Jack in as many seconds, I don't know what I am talking about. could catch 11im, he started acroEs the road. The question now is: are you going to let us take Tim TalRobedee grabbed his revolver, but Wild restrained him. hot a prisoner, or are you going to fight it out?" "Wait!" he whispered; "he is not trying to escape. He "Fight it out!" almost screamed Talbot from his hiding is after his captain." place in the bushes. This was indeed the case. 'rhe wretch was afraid to crawl over to where his men The ::Jiexican plunged right into the bushes where he had halted, for fear he would get a bullet from one of the had heard the voice of Talbot. five. Ile dill not utter a word. "A 11 right, then You fire the first shot." Talhot heard the crashing in the bushes, and thinking hf.>

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26 YOUNG WILD WEbT IN DEADWOOD. was going to be captured, he got up and ran with the speed of lhe deer. As Lively Rick caught sight of his form flitting through the darkness ht. was going to fire. Young Wild West stopped him. "'The Mcxiran is after him," he s.aid. "Lit him catch him. It may save us a whole lot of trouble. We will f:im ply follow them and be there at the finish." ''And you won't get him alive, after all, it is not likely," spoke up Jim. "You can't tell about that," was the rejoinder. "Ju,..t take it a little eas:y and wait." As the five rode cut from beneath the tree and rode in the cirection the outlaws had taken, the moon suddenly poppl'd into view from behind a cloud. The wedher had cleared at last, ancl it seemed t-hat Lu na had shown her face ju t for the purpose of lighting the way for those interested in the exciting drama that was being enacted. CHAPTER X. CONCLUSION. Tim Talbot ran with the speed of a deer, and after came the revengeful Mexican. But Valdez was not as fleet of foot a& his captain, and when he saw that he was losing ground he drew his revolver and :fired a shot. Then Talbot wheeled and fired two at him. Neither of the bullets took effect, however, and the race was kept up. I Again and again the Mexican fired. As he did not slacken his speed he could not aim straight, and the result was that he simply wasled the shots. Valdez only had one revolver, but the captain had a brace of them. The Mexican knew this, but he did not profit by the knowledge. He kept on firing, and at the last shot he hit Talbot's right arm. The fleeing villain dropped the weapon he held in that hand and drew the other with his left. He would have turned before this and fought it out with the Mexican had he not seen the five horsemen riding along at a gait just sufficient to keep up with them. He knew if he dropped the Mexican he would only be shot, or fall into the hands of Young Wild West. 'rhe few survivors of his once jnvincible band were riding as fnst as they could for the retreat at the foot of Taper Top. Tim 'ralbot never realized until that moment how frail and weak he was, after all. When he had plenty of friends around he felt equal to .fighting a whole regiment, but when he was alone it was en tirely different. At that very moment he felt that he was no longer the Terror of Taper Top. But he meant to reach his snug retreat if possible, though it was really a forlorn hope without a horse. .Loud und deep were the maledictions the villain uttered as he turned to shoot at his avenging pursuer. up ll"l'nt his remaining revolver, and its spiteful crack sounded. But a mocking laugh was all the result he obtained. At that instant the Mexican came upon the revolver he had caused the captain to drop. Wilh a jubilant cry, he paused long enough to pick it up. 'l'a]bot Im.cl only fired three times at him, and that meant that there were three chambers loaded. The cruel Mexican felt lhat those three loaded chambers might be the means of satisfying his revenge, after all. With a spurt he bounded after his man, gaining a few feet at 1 he start. Then he fired again. 11hc Lullet must have whizzed past the head of Talbot dangprously close, for he ducked, and then turned to fire another shot. Crack! 'Ihe shot was aimed pretty straight this time, for it grazed the bandage the pursuer had around his head and caui;ed it to and come off. But ii did not check his speed a particle. The man had been transformed into a demon from the fact that his captain had ordered him to be fired upon by his companions. Re no longer was a coward. He fired again, this time striking the heel of Talbot's boot and causing him to stagger. Valdez thought he had surely wounded him, but when he struck out with renewed speed he found out differently. "Stop and fight it out, Tim Talbot!" he shouted. The captain did stop much sooner than his pursuer ex p1'cted. Uc dropped to the ground in time to escape the bullet that was Eent aftei: him, and then taking deliberate aim, he fired. The Mexican threw up his arms and fell! Talbot's bullet had found :i.ts billet. Our frirncls reined in their steeds just as a riderless horso went dashing past them. It was a coal-black animal, and was none other than the one Talbot always rode. The scoundrel saw the horse at aboni. the same time Wild and the others dicl. Straight toward him the horse ran. "Don't fire at him!" cried our hero. "I am bound to take him alive now, anyway. Let him mount the horse, anrl then I will show him ho\\' quickly Spitfire can catch him." In spite of th e fact that his right arm was wounded, Tal bot mounted thP horse with amazing quickness as it came to a stop at a word of command from him Then he rode up the road toward Taper Top with the speed of the wind. "Now, Spitfire, do your best!" exclaimed Young Wild West. The noble sorrel leaped forward li"ke a shot from a gun.

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YO"CXG WILD WEST IN DEAD OD. 27 Spitfire knew just what was expected 0 him, it seemed, and he began rapidly to gain on the black. Wild was now certain 0 catching the scoundrel. Ii such a thing was that he could not overtake him he would drop him with a shot :from his rifle. Wild's four friends thundered after him. They could not keep up with the sorrel stallion, but they wanted to be as close as possible when the finish came. Tim Talbot had just about covered a mile when he found that Young Wild West was within a few feet of him. He had dropped his revolver in getting upon the horse's back in such a hurry, and he now had nothing to defend himself with but his hunting knife. But the villain drew this, plucky to the last. "You will never take me, Young Wild West!" he called out defiantly. "Oh, yes, I will," was the calm rejoincler. "You may as well give up, for you have played your last card and lost!" At that instant Wild caused the sorrel to make an extra spurt, and he waR at the villain:'s side in an instant. With the butt of his revolver he struck the knife from the man's hand, and then seized the bridle rein of the black. "Whoa!" he cried. The horse slackened pace. but did not stop. Spitfire came right down to a trot, though, ancl Wild had to either Jet go the bridle rein or be dragged from the sad dle. He let go. "All right!" he exclaimed. "You can go a little farther, Tim Talbot. I'll see how this will fix you." He quickly seized the coiled lariat that was hanging to the pommel of his saddle, and pointing Spitfire off to the right, he began swinging it in the air. The next minute it shot from his hand. The lasso made many curves, which could be seen in the bright moonlight, anJ. then settled about both the rider ancl the neck. 0 the horse. Then the sorrel braced himself; there was a quick tug and over went the black on top of the 'ferror of Taper Top. "That was as neat as I ever seen done," said Cheyenne Charlie from behind, "You nailed him ther first shot, Wild." "Yes; I fetched him!" was the reply. "And I caught him alive, too." Before either the horse or the rider could get upon their feet Wild had dismounted and was on the spot. He caught the horse by the head and helped the animal up. Talbot remained sitting upon the ground. "Get up and get into the saddle!" his young captor com manded. "No; I won't," was the answer. "You can shoot me, but I won't do it. You are not going to take me to the sheriff alive "I am!" "You won't "We will see about that. Come here, boys, and put him <. on the horse. And when you get him there, tie him so he can't fall off." "We'll do that all right," Jack Robedee answered. And they did do it in less than five minutes. Tim Talbot fought fiercely, but there was no use in his doing it; the result was the same. "Now, I guess we will go back to Deadwood and see Strawberry Bill, the sheriff, cat that buffalo bull," saitl Wild, smiling as he thought of the surprise the sheriff would show when he saw them come in with the prisoner. "And claim the two thousand dollars reward, too," adcled Jim. "Certainly. We will divide it among the five of us. It belongs to us, and we may as well have it." "It don't belong to us; it belongs to you," corrected Charlie. "You was ther one what caught ther Terror of TapPr Top." "Yes; but you fellows were with me when I caught him. You know my rules well enough to make no further objec tions to what I say." That settled it. They did know his rules. He always made it a point to divide equally with those who were with him when they struck a rich find. And Tim Talbot, the Terror of Taper Top, was certainly a rich find. Wild felt quite sure that the survivors of the band would not attempt to rescue their captain, even if they were within hearing distance. "Vi7 e will take him into Deadwood right away," he said. "When we notify the sheriff that we have got him '1'e can tell him to attend to the burial of ilie fellows who went under." "That's it!" cried all hands, and away they went back to Deadwood at an easy canter. It was only a little past eight o'clock when Young Wild West rode into town with his prisoner. One of the first men our friends met was Peterson. He had his tenderfoot friend with him, and when they saw the rather handsome face of the helpless captain in the light of an oil lamp they gave a cheer. They recognized the face only too well. But how different was the expression on it from the time they 1:1aw it when he robbed them! The smiling, sarcastic look was gone-gone forever, too Tim Talbot's days were numbrred-aye, his hours! "Three cheers for Young Wil
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28 YOUNG WILD WEST IN DEADW OOD. prisoner and the smiling faces of Young Wild West and his friende. "And you will eat ther buffalo bull now, I suppose," observed Wild. "Great snakes How did you do i1 ?" "It was easy enough. You people don't know how to go at it to catch highwaymen here in Dead wood. You place too confidence in the saloon-keepers and the hangers on of such places. A highwayman could not operate suc cessfully without having friends in the town nearest to him. I made up my mind that 'Talbot was in Johnny's Joint all the time we were searching the place, and I took it that as soon as darkness came he would light out for his retreat at Taper Top. I was exactly right in my thinking, awl here he is." "So he sure enough! Well, when you bring the huf fier around I'll try to eat it. But say! Did yer run afoul of any uf ther rest of ther gang ?" Y cs; we struck the whole band." An' where are they now?" "About seven of them arc waiting for the undertaker clown by the big tree, and the rest got away, because we let them." "Do you mean that, Young "'ild West?" word of it. I suppose you will attend to the lrnrfa.l of the dead villains ?" Then the sheriff told them that he had been down to the scene of the fight, and that the slain outlaws were buried. "We found ther way to git to Taper Top, too," he added. "An' just when we was within a couple of hundred ya rds of it a big explosion went off, an' ther whole thing tumb l ed down! It was a wonderful sight, I kin tell you." "The surviving outlaws must have touched off a keg of powder when they saw you coming," Wild remarked "Yes; it must have been that way." The next day Young Wild West and his four friends started -for Weston. Wild's trip to Deadwood had been very satisfactory, since he harl purchased the property at a lower figure than he expected to pay for it, and had ridden the town of the Ter ror of Taper Top at the same time. THE END. Read "YOUNG WILD WEST'S CLOSE CALL; OR, THE RAIDERS OF RAWHIDE RIDGE," which will be the next number (27) of "Wild West Weekly." SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of tl).is weekly "Certainly. Oon:e right in the office and git your reare always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any ward." Wild waited until ho saw that Talbot was placed under lock and key, and then he went to the office. The two thousand dollars 1ras paid over to him, and then in the presence of the crowd Wild divided it among his four compnnions. Thci:. cheer went up and our friends had to force their wny thro11gh the crowd in onler to get back lo the hotel. The next day they went over to Peterson's and took ner with him, as they had promised. They found his bride to be a. pleasant little lady, ancl when Wild invited them to come over..to Weston ancl see the women folks over there, they promised that they would at no distant day. There wa no excitement during that day other than the talk of the capture of the famous 'l'im Talbot Tohnny's Joint had closed the night before for some rea son, and its proprietor was nowhere to be found in town. That evening when they were on their way back from Peterson's, our friencls met the sheriff and Mel Martin. : M:artin shook hands warmly with Wild and said: "I am never going to play cards again as long as I live, Young Wild West. I made up my mind to that yesterday when the rumpus took place in Johnny's Joint. I'm gain' to try and be something like you in ther future-honest in all things." "I hope you stick to that," was our hero's reply. "I will make inquiries about you in a month from now, and find o u t whether you do or "I hope you will." newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, you will receive the copies you order by return mail. HAPPY DAYS.'' The Best Illustrated Weekly Story Paper Published. ISSUED FR.IDA YS 16 PAGES Erice 5 Ce:n."ts. Out. To=day Out To=-day! Sawdust Oave; O R THE BOY WHO JOINED A CIRCUS. By Sf{E A Begins in No. 446 of "HAPPY DAYS", Issued April 17. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address oo receipt of price, 5 cents a copy, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York.

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IIow He llelped a l<'riend. 185 Fred Fearnot in Jlic\V :Mexico; or, Saved by Terry Olcott. 186 Fred Fearnot in Arkausas; or, 'l'he Queerest of All Adve.ntures 187 Fred Fearnot in 111ontana; or, The Dispute at Rocky Hill. UHi Fred Fearoot ln Debate; or, The Warmest Member of the Houee. 137 Fred Fearnot's Great Plea; or, His Defence of the "Moneylee1 188 Fred Fearnot and the l\Iay o r ; or, 'l'he Trouble at Snapr Shoals. Man." 138 Fred Fearnot at Princeton ; or, The Battle or the Champions. 139 Fred Fearnot's Circus; or, High Old Time at New Era. 140 Fred Fearnot's Camp Hunt; or, The White Deer of the Adlron do.eke. 189 Fred Fcarnot's Rig Hunt; or, Camping on the Columbia Rivet lDO Fred Fenrnot's Hard Experience; or, Roughing it at Red Gui\ 1!)1 Fred Fee.mot Stranded; or, How Terry Olcott Lost the lll2 Fred Fcarnot in the l\Iountains; or, lleld at Bay by Daudltt 1()3 l'red Fcarnot's Ternble llisk ; or, .reny Olcott's Reckless '\i 141 Fred Fee.root and Ells Gulde; or, The Myste1y of the Mountain. 142 Fred F'earnot's County i r o.(r; or, The Battle or the l'akirs. 194 ] 43 Fred Fearnot a Prisoner; or, Capt urea at Avon. 195 144 Fred Fearnot and the Senator; or, nreaking up a Scheme. 1!.l6 145 1''1ed Fearnot and the Baron; or, Calling Down a Nobleman. rn7 146 Fred Fearnot and the Brokers; or, Ten Days In Wall Street. 147 Fred Fearnot's Little Scrap; or, The Fellow Who Wouldn't Stay Whipped. 148 Fred l<'earnot's Greatest Danger; or, Ten Days with the Moon shiners. 149 Fred Fearnot and the Kidnappers; or, .rralllng a Stolen Child. 202 150 Fred Fearnot' s Quick Work; or, 'l'he Hold Up at Eagle Pass. 151 Fred Fearnot at Sliver Gulch; or, Defying a Ring. 203 152 Fred Fearnot on the Border; or, Pulllshlng the Mexl&.n Hor1e Stealers. 204 153 Fred Fearnot's Charmed Life; or. Running the Gauntlet. 205 Hi4 Fred Fearnot Lost; or, Missing for Thirty Days. 155 Fred Fearnot's Rescue; or. The Mrxican Pocahontas. 156 Fred irearnot and the "White Caps"; or, A Queer Turning the 'l'ables. 157 Fred Fearnat and tbe Medium; or, Having Fun with the "Spirits." 158 Fred Fee.root and the "Mean Man" ; or, The Worst He Ever 206 207 20'< 209 Struck. 159 Fred Fearoot's Gratitude; or, Up a Plucky Boy. 210 160 Fred Fee.root Fined; or The Judges Mistake. 211 161 Fred Fearnot's Comic Opera; or, The Fun that Raised the 212 Funds. 213 162 Fred Fearnot and the Anarchists ; or, The Burning Flag. 163 Fred Feo.rnot's Lecture Tour; or Going it Alone. of the Red 214 215 216 tu re. Fred Fearnot's Last Card; or, TJ,le Game that Saved His Life. Fred Fearnot and the 1'1ofcssor; or, The l\lan '\ho Knew it Fred Fearuot's Big Scoop; or, Beating a Thousand Ri\als. Fred Fear.wt and the Raiders; or. F:ghting for His Helt. Fred Fearnot's Great rnsk; or. One Chance in a 'l' h ousand. Fcarnot as a Sleuth ; or, Running Down a Slick Villain. Fred Feurnot's New Deal; or, Working for a Banker. Fred Fearnot in Dakota; or. 'l'he Little Combination Ranch. Fred Fearnot and the Road Agents; or, Terry Olcott's C Nu-, Fred Fearnot and the Amazon; or, The Wild Woman of Pio.Ins. Fred Fearnot's Training School ; or, Ilow to Make a Living. Fred Fearnot and the Stranger ; or, 'l'he Long Man who Rho rt. Fred Fe:i.rnot and the Old Trapper; or, Searching for a L( Cavern. Fred l!'cnrnot In Colorado; or, Running a Sheep Ranch. Fred Feo.rnot at the Uall ; or, The Girl in the Green Mask. .b'red Fearoot and the Duellist; or, The l\ian Who Wante Fight. Fred Fearnot on the Stump; or, Backing an Old Veteran. Fred l!'earnot's New Trouble; or, Up Against a Monopoly. Fred Fearnot as Marshal ; or, Commanding the Peace. Fred Fearnot and "Wally" ; or, The Good Natured Bull Badger. Fred Feamot and the Miners; or, The Trouble At Copperto Fred Fee.mot and the "Blind Tigers" ; or, ore Ways Than O Fred Fearnot and the Hindoo; or, The Wonderful Juggler Coppertown. 164 Fred Fearnot's "New Wild West'1 ; or, Astonishing the Old East 105 Fred Fearnot In Russia ; or, Banished by the Czar. 166 Fred Fearnot in .rurkey; or, Defying the Sultan. l 67 Fred Fearnot In Vienna; or, 'l'he Trouble on the Danube. 168 Fred Feo.rnot and the Kaiser; or, In the Royal Palace at Berlin. 169 Fred l!'eo.rnot In Ireland; or, Watched by the Constabulary. 170 Fred Fearnot Homeward Bound ; or, Shadowed by Scotland 217 Fred Fearnot Snow Bound; or, Fun with Pericles Smith. 218 F1ed Fearnot's Great Fire Fight; or, Rescuing a Prairie Sch 219 Fred Fee.mot In New Orleans; or, .Up Against the Mafia. 220 !<'red Feamot f;ld the Haunted I;Jouse; ar, Unraveling a G Mystery. Yard. 221 171 Fred Fee.root's Justice ; or, The Champion of the School Marm. 172 Fred Fearnot and the Gypsies ; or, The Mystery of a Stolen 222 Child. 223 173 Fred l<'earnot's Silent Hunt; or, Catching the "Green Goods" Men. 174 Fred Fearnot's Big Day; or, Harvard and Yale at New Era. 175 Fred Fearnot and "The Doctor"; or, The Indian Medicine Fakir. 176 Fred Fearnot and the Lynchers; or, Saving a Girl Horse Thief. 224 225 226 Fred Feamot on the Mississippi ; or, The Blackleg's Murd Plot. Fred Feamot's Wolf or, A Battle for Life in the Fred Fee.mot and the Greaser" ; or, The Fight to Death Lariats. Fred Feamot in Mexico; or, Fighting the Revolutionists. Fred Feamot's Daring Bluft'; or, The Nerve that Saved His Fred Feamot and the Grave Digger; or, The Mystery of a tery. Fred Feamot's Wall Street.,.Deal; or, Between the Bulls a Bears. 177 Fred Fearnot's Wonderful Feat; or, The Taming of Black Beauty. 227 178 Fred Fearnot's Great Struggle; or, Downing a Senator. 179 Fred Fearoot's Jubilee; or, New Rro.'s Greatest Day. 228 Fred Fearnot and "Mr: Jones"; or, The Insurance M 180 Fred Fearnot and Samso11 ; or, "Who Runs This Town?" Trouble. For Sale by All Newsdealers, or will be Sent to Any Address on Receipt of Price, 5 Cents per Copy, by l'BANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 14 Union Square, New Yo IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS i of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out an in t'....d following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you turn mail. POS'rAGE STAMPS 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . ........... ... ........ 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