Rolly Rock, or, Chasing the mountain bandits

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No. 1506 NEW YORK, APRIL 1?, 1927 'I'be batry hermit darted out of the bushes, and before the boy could divine his pur pose, he si>rang forward and picked up the weapons t he tiandit had dropped. 'The mountain maniac'." Terrill growled. Price 8 Cents


PLUCK AND LUCK llleued Weekly-Subscription price, $4.00 per year; Canadia n, $4 .50; Foreign, $5.00. Copyright, 1927, 1>7 Westbury .Publishing C o ., Inc., 140 C edar Street. New York, N. Y. Entered as Second Class Matter Dec. 8, 1911, at the J>ost-Utti c e a t N e w York, N Y unde r the Act ot March 3, 18W No. 1506 NEW YORK, APRIL 13, 1927 Price 8 Cents. .ROLLY ROCK OR, CHASING THE MOUNTAIN BANDITS By RICHARD R. MONTGOMERY CHAPTER I.-The Mountain Coach. "Well, what do ye say? Shall I drive on, or -will ye go back to. the Blue Globe?" A heavy old coach had stopped lon_g after dark in the dismal Giacomo Pass of the Rocky Mountains. The inmates of the stage had been dis cussing the propriety and safety of going further that night, and had ordered the driver to hold up. Climbing down .from his elevated position, he went to the door of the vehicle. Presently the question came rather impatiently, as we have given it above. "Go ahead, I say," came an answer in a boyish voice. "Hold, man!" came a sterner tone. "Will I hold, what is it?" the driver returned, smiling. "Why, this matter is not to be left to the recklessness of a beardless youth. If there's danger ahead, we'd better go back to the little tucked-up inn." "l'se awful skeered myself, but J'se 'bout as feared goin' back to the hotel as goin' ahead." There was only one more passenger to speak. The fine musical voice of a girl came to the driver's ears. "At the Blue Globe they-that is, the landlord -told me that but -few people were molested by the bandits." "An' it's a fact," the lord of the reins answered. "But all passengers are not 'worthy the attention of the road-agents," the gruff. man put in. "As y e don't agree, s'posin' we put it to vote," the driver sugges t e d. "All who want to proceed say go, and all who don't say no." "Gv !" came promptly from the youth. "Dat's as easy for me as de odder," the African responded. "You lmow we are in a hurry, father; I think we had better continue." After the girl had spoken the man at the door said abruptly: "It's a vote." The gruff voice was not heard. A negative would be of no u s e with thre e against him. The doors of the vehicle went together with a bang. A few seconds later a scrambling was heard over the wheel and the stage moved on again. Two of the passengers, as before hinted, were father and daughter. A well-dressed gentleman of fifty was the parent, while the daughter was a girl of not more than seventeen years. This couple had started by stage from Gladbast to go to Exton ville, and were the only occupants of the moun tain stage up to an hour or two before. The stage arrived at the Blue Globe with these two, and left with the addition of the youth and darky. Night fall had come when the stage reached the mountain inn. The two last passengers were evidently entire strangers to each other, and neither was known to the gentleman and his daughter. A of road-agents were known to have their stronghold in the mountains somewhere near thct Giacomo Pass, it was believed, for along its wind ing course many robberies had been committed. After the decision to make the venture, the old gentleman quized the darky closely. He directed his queries to the African bcause he was less reti cent than the boy, and appeared to be better posted as to the pass and its besetting dangers. "Dey has done a heap of robibri', dat's sartin," the negro said. "But dey don't 'tempt to take de hide off all de people." "Do they murder for money?" the girl asked. "Certainly, Madaline, they are a .set of regular cut-throats," the father put in before the African had a chance to answer. "Dat's whah ye's mistaken, sir. Capen 'Zolo don't hab to kill nobody if dey don't try to kill him; ef dey gibs up what dey's got, why, dats' de end ob de whole business." The youth, who sat in the corner, moved about restlessly, and his blue eyes were set fiercely upon the negro. One or two incoherent words fell from his lips, but no one gathered their meaning. Madaline noticed that every time the moonlight fell upon the bright. "fOUthful face the lad was watching the African in his every motion. She became interes ted. Colonel Wallace, her father, on the other hand, grew more and more nervous. He wore a heavy gold watch and chain worth sev eral hundred dollars, and besides had other valu able s amounting to as much more. Himself and daughte r were armed with revolvers, but the colo nel would he.sitate about using his weapon if an emergency came. He generally watched for the best chance out, and did not allow himself to get hot-headed enough to hazard his life. The con'ler-


2 ROLLY ROCK { sation lagged after a time, and the quartette lapsed into entire silence. Another half hour passed and the road became more uneven. The coach of a suJuen stopped. -There came a rap u-pon the little window b:v-th-e driver's seat, and voice followed: b1 "We are now at Fazelo's Pit." 'f.' "In it?" the colonel interrogated. Jf"Just the. edge of it.'I r ."All right, go on." l. The last was from the, youth. He had not spoken before for a long time "I dont' like dis heah 'business so well as de ,ridin'. what I'se 'cu stomed to," the darky said. as the vehicle started on. "What is that?". Colonel Wallace asked disin-terestedly. ''Takin' de sheen across de mountains." "\Vho se sheep?" "Fo r different gemmen." "Ranchmen ?" Dem's it; an' eber:v sheep lmowed me jis' as w ell as ef cte:v had he e n a flock of children.'' The black peered from the window again. Half a minute passed, when he turned to the colonel and resumed: "Yes, sah, dem sheep all knowed me. I'se got a little thing heah what';} call a sheep to me if a mile away. I jis' put it up to my mouf in di s way, and blow.'' "Drop it!" The words came with n fierceness that made the negro start. The muzzl e of a revolver was held by the boy close to the ebony face. "You breathe into that, y o u black imp, and I'll scatter your brains all over the coach!" "What, how, what?'; It was the colonel t.his time. Madaline drew back into the corner of the coach, but not a sound escaped her lips. The black lowered the whistle as if in obedience. At the same instant a shrill, sharp whistle sounded out through the dismal gorge. With it the ringing report of a revolver. The youth fired directly upon the negro. He had looked for what came. While presenting a revolver with his right hand the second was J:eady in the l eft .for u se There came a plunge and a howl of pain, the door flew open and the black rolled out. As the large, doubled-up body left the vehicle it received a second bullet from the youth's weapon. "The bandits will be upon us! They will answer that signal at once. Quick! to the rocks!" The coach had stopped. Throwing the opposite door open from where the darky had gone out, the boy led t.he wav to t .he bank. After going one hundred feet the lad stopped and whispered: "Keep ahead, be silent, and don't stop until you reach a place of safety." "But you?" .Madaline asked. "I am going back.'' "The negro was one of the bandits hey?" the colonel asked. "Yes, and as white as you and I when the burnt cork is off.'' "How'd you know it?" "I watched him. I came because he did." Madaline began to speak again, but the youth was not there to listen. A little belt of moonlight revealed a figure gliding back toward the wagon road. where the old vehicle stood undisturbed. CHAPTER 11.-Hot Pursuit. Not man:v minutes after the mountain coach had left the Blue Globe there was another arriva1 at. the inn. A hard-!ooking customer he was, too. At the tavern door he hesitated a moment, then the heavy planks back and stepped abruptly m. The Blu e Globe stood on a foothill, and so clo s P chcl the wagon road run to it that the wheels of the coaches, as they arrived, rubbed the stepst<.me. The structure was low. The building contamed four r ooms The barroom was in front, the kitchen and dining-room, as one, at the back, an. d two bedrooms at the side The loft was only for storage. Although many firmly b::lieved that the landlord, Chester Ream, familiarly known as 1'Chet," in leagJe with the yet no one haa ever been robbed at the Blu e Globe. "How are you, Chet?" That was the salutation given by the toughlook i ng: custome r who entered the tavern. "Well':;; ever,'? was the laconic reply. "Stage in and gone, hey?" "Not !ong gone, Bruce." "War Tiger hyar, an' ready?" "Cc u r s e he was." "As a nigger?" AuothPr nod. "How many of the hull?" "Two." "Me n?" "One man an' a gal." "\Vh ew, Chet, easy 'nough!" "There was another what I forgot, but he wail empty, only a boy like." "'Com e with stage?" 'No; left hyar with Tiger." "How'd he come?" "On a ho ss. "Well, what in thunder did he take ihe stage fer, when he had a hoss to ride?" "Said the beast had giv' out." "Tell me, Ch et, had the boy blue eyes?" "Can't say for certain, but he's fine-lookin'. I noticed the gal had mighty fine brown eyes." "How was the lad dressed?" "Common like." "Pistols?" "Didn't see none." "Did ye see a little scar jist underneath his chin?" "I swar, Bruce, I did notice that.'' The visitor eame to his feet instanter. "That boy is Rolly Rock!" The innkeeper brought his great hard fist down upon the bar with l oud thuds. "Rollv Rock!" he ec hoed. "By thunder, I wish I'd known 1t." "Whar's his hoss?" Ream wagged his head toward the s table. The two men went out together. When the stable door was opened the moonlight fell upon a sleek lo oking !!"elding that was as black as a raven's wing. The animal was quietly munching his provender. "That ho ss ain't tired out no more than me.'' "He don't look like it; that's a fact." "Rolly Rock wanted ter be with the stage folks, that's the hull business out." ;'Looks that way, Bruce." "I've a notion to take that boss an' foller the stage. That's the idea-"


ROLLY. ROCK 8 "What foller fur?" "'To look after Tiger." "If ye take the ho s s ye mus t steal him, ye know." "I see." "The integrity of the Blue Globe mus t be kept up, Bruce." The confederates exchanged winks The landlord made' his wav back to the inn. Bruce proceeded to saddle the boy' s horse, and Ream did not glance back. A f e w minutes later there was the sound of a horse's feet upon the rocky road' that pass ed the Blue Globe. CHAPTER UL-Snared at Las t. After Colonel Wallace and his daughter had been left by the boy, they crept on up among the rocks. The y were mystified as to what had. place. Particularlv they both query!ng .m their minds as to the obJect the youth had m aiding them. Thev found at length a place where they felt that they could tarry for a time in safety. The spot could be ieached but by one source, and, if defen s e s hould be neces sary, the wsition was as good a one as could be found. In less than half an hour after they had found their adopted retreat, there came a strange sound to their ears. There was .a faint rattle and clatter of horses' feet uoon the rocky rod. The :n,ois e came from the direction of Blue Globe inn. It grew louder -and iouder until it was directly beneath them. There came up, mingled with the steel elater upon the rocks, the hum of human voices. The flying steed di :l. not check his pace at the coach. Directly past the scene of the tJ;i.e animal flew, and on down through Fazelo s Pit. As the sound had come, it receded: fainter and fainter it grew, until it was enitrely lost in t.l!-e distance. The couple looked at each other m blank amazement. Words were useless. They knew it, for neither had any idea what had taken place. Let us see what Rolly Rock lmev: about it Well covered bv the shadows and foliage of the shrubs that fringed the. craggY: rocks, youth descended the slope until he a pomt near the vehicl e He saw, or tho1;1ght he saw, on the opposite side of the coach movmg form_s. For some minutes he stood and watched and listened, but heard nothing more. The coach s tood exactly where it had been left, but horses and driver were gone. boy crept still closer, with the stillne s s of a cat. he came to the second halt he made another di s covery. The bandit with;ned face gone also. This confirmed the that he had s een human forms ab out the vehicle. . "That man neve r got away by means of his strength, I know that, for I know how I shot, Rolly soliloquized. A few minutes passed and Rally Rock started from his po8iiion right suddenly. He heard a sound that elicited his close attention. A horse was coming at a lively gait down the winding, stonv road of the gulch. "That's the dash of Jet's feet or I'm a stick," the lad exclaimed, half aloud. The sounds came nearer and nearer. Rolly Rocle could not stand idly waiting:. He hastened up the road seve1a1 rods. The pathway here w a s narrow, walls of rock being on either hand. The youth hastily climbed up the left-hand side, and m a f e w s econd s stood where the coming steed mu s t pass b e n eath him. Not long had he to wait. A broad b elt of moonlight revealed what he had not b efo1e been a ssured of. Jet was ridden by one of Fazelo's men. The boy shook his head at the discovery, and drew a knife with a long, slender blade from beneath his coat. He crept out to the margin and seated himself upon the very edge of the rock. Rolly R ot;k h a d to droi;i down upon and rider and, if possible, f<1 gam posse:>sion of J11s p e t i.>teed. The horse drew rapidly near. The black form was now discernible in the deep shadow. He had entered the narrow pass. Rally nerved himself for the downward fling. The moment came for action. When the hors e's head was nearly ben eath him, the boy loosened his hold and shot downw a rd. Instead of alighting behind the rider, he alighted in front of him. He struck astride the animal's shoulders and dashed the bridle reins out of the bandit's hands Bruce was astonished, as one naturally would be, and in stinctively he grasped the object before him in his great muscular arms. Rolly was pinioned and helples s The knif,e fell from his grasp. Jet was frightened nearly out of his senses, and unrestrained bv the reins h e plunged away with a fury that only despera tion could oroduce. This was the sound that startled Colon e l Wallace _and Madaline, as they sat in their hiding place, and this was the sound that they listened to until it died away in the far di s tance. Colonel Wallace consulted his heavy gold watch frequently, and, when midnight had passed, began to grow a little impatient. In answer to hi s complaints Madaline replied: "The young man told us to go to the coach after a while, if it got chilly up here." "The coach mav not be there." "He said the bandits would not take it, a:nd they certainly will not sit and watch it. The idea of going down to the stage pleased the colonel. He hud not noticed the words of Rolly Rock as closelv as had his daughter. The two moved slowly downward. They had now COm(! within sigr..t of the rusty old vehicle. It stood there grim and lone, in the pale moonlight. After watching the spot for a little time the couple ad vanced. The colonel opened the coach door cautiously, a revolver held in his right hand. The olrl stage p r oved to be empty. The two valises had not be e n di sturbed. They felt assured of safety and entered. The coach doors were closed. Each took a broa:l, well-cushioned seat for a res ting-place, and, being weary, soon fell into s ound sl e ep. An hour or two pass ed without interruption. At l ength Madaline was awakened. She c ould not t e ll what di sturbed her, but her eyes flew open as a peculiar s ound fell upon her ear. The girl r 2 ached over and grasped her father's hand. The colonel insatntly arose to a sitting posture. "Someone has come!" Madaline whispered. "The boy?" "I do not know. I heard a grating sound on the door and the tread o:P feet." "The driver, perhaps." The two listened. The noise was now at the


ROLLY ROCK front of the coach. Colonel Wallace gazed out of the litpe window at the driver's seat. "Sc,.ieone is hitching on the horses, Madaline." "Good! it's the driver returned." "He's multiplied rapidly if that's the case. 'Dhere are half a dozen." l""The bandits, then?" i 'Must be." us escape; they don't know we are here." Madaline caught the iron handle, but it did not yield to her strength. The colonel tried both sides. b,'We are prisoners as sure as fate," he ex claimed, in an excited tone. He was right. The doors were securely fastened on the outside. Half a minute more and the coach started with reckless speed down into Fazelo's Pit. CHAPTER IV.-The Bandit's Home. 'Nes tled in the mountains, a good half-score of miles fro m Fazelo's Pit, is Extonville. There are hardly enough houses in the place to denominate it a town. What buildings there are, however, represent a moderate degree of wealth. One house in the central part of the mountain hamlet is different from all the others, as well as more costly. It is built entirely of cobble-head stone s averaging about the size of a cocoanut, thoroughly cemented together . The owner and occupanc at the same time of which we write was Fernando Ii.award. He was said to be a ,speculator_ and very wealthy. -. Mrs. Howard was the most beautiful woman in the hamlet. She was not more than twenty-two. years of age, and had been married less than a year. Fernando brought her there one day when returning from an Eastern trip. No one knew who she was before marriage, or where she came from. Fernando was a widower when the union vjas made. He was at least a man of forty, yet his proud face would not place his years at more than thirty or thirty-five. A boy was the .fruit the first marriage. He was a youth of uncommon fine development and intelligence, a favorite at Extonville, as well as the prideof the new wife. Twenty-four hours before the events transpired which were narrated in the foregoing chapters, Mrs. Howard held a private interview with her son. When they were alone in the little parlor the lady said: "Rolly, it seems imperative that you go to Gjacomo Pass again." "I am ready to do your bidding, mother." "I always am assured of that in advance, Rolly, but the mission is a hazardous one." "Why?" '"Before you have gone to make discoveries to gratify my curno sity; this time it is to protect my friends." "Your friends?" "More than friends, Rolly. My father and sister, Madaline, are coming here, and they will have to pass through Fazelo's Pit." "And you are afraid that father--" "Sh-! Rolly, don't allow your tongue to get the better of you. It is the bandits I fear." "I will be guarded, mother." "My father, Colonel Wallace, has the air of wealth about him, and an effort to disguf se the peculiarity would be a failure. He is just such a party as the bandit spies are on the alert for, and they will be sure to rob him." Rolly smiled. "But when Fazelo finds who the intended victim is wifl he nQt allow your fatl!er and sister to pass unmolested?" "The bandit chief may not see them at all, and. I hope to heaven he may not, for death will be certain to one or both. ''He hates them, then?" "With a hatred that calls for the blood of the heart, Rolly." "Hates your sister Madaline, as well as the colbnel ?" "None the l ess so." "Why both so bitterly?" "Because of his wicked, revengeful nature." "He has been opposed some time by them?" "I will tell you, Rolly. I had resolved not to trouble your brain with the affair, but now you had better know. "Both father and Madaline read Fernando Howard better than myself. They saw in him an undercurrent if villainy that I could not and would not recognize. "Fifty thousand had been settled upon me when I became of age, and I did not know that it was my fortune your father loved instead of myself. It proved to be so. "My father warned me, and drove Fernando from his house, and after our marriage took full control of the fifty thousand again, leaving me as poor as a peasant girl." "How could your_ father take your own from you, and you of age?" the boy put in. Simply because no papers had been made; he gave me the amount of money, which I placed back in his hands for safekeeping. He holds it' for me, but says not a dollar of it shall I have so long as I am the wife of Fernando Howard." "Does he know that that man and Captain Fazelo are one and the same?" such idea at all." The interview continued for an hour. Mother and son entered fully into each other's confidence. The next afternoon Jet, a pet horse belonging to Rolly, was taken from the barn at the rear of the stone house, and the boy rode away down the mountain path toward Fazelo's Pit. Rolly had never met his grandfather, Colonel Wallace, or Miss Madaline. But as soon as the overland coach drew up in front of Chester Ream's little wayside inn, the boy knew he had struck the right party. He had never been at Blue Globe before, so he took no precautions against being recog nized. Some of the bandits had met him on for mer occasions, and had every reason to remember him. Rolly, in self-defense, had killed two men and wounded a third. Traps that had been set for him had been sprung without capturing the game. Once when meeting a bandit he had given his name as Rolly Rock, and not long after that it became a terror in the mountain gorge among the bandits. The boy had made his visits to the pass to discover what he could concerning his father. After becoming satisfied who Fazelo was, lie wished to ferret out the bandit's retreat and break up the gang. Fazelo once caught a glimpse of the boy's face, and he believed the little thun-.


ROLLY ROCK derbolt to be his own son. The captain became anxious. "If Rolly knew his identity, would n.ot his wife know it also?" That was the question the. chief asked himself, and he also gave an affirmative answer. The concern of Fazelo respecting the boy terror was mistaken by the bandits as a dread of the little fellow, and the commander's fear did not stimulate the men to any considerable extent, as may be imagined. The captain gave strict orders not to kill Rolly Rock under any circumstances, but to take the boy alive and hold him until he (the captain) could see the lad. Every man resolved to make the effort, but the vow was qualified by certain other resolutions not to run too much risk. Thus matters stood on the night when the two travele1s were driven into Fazelo's Pit, close ly locked within the lumbel'ing old coach, and at the time when Rolly Rock, clasped in the arms of the strong bandit on the back of Jet, plunged down into the dark a.nd winding-gorge. CHAPTER V.-In a Bad Fix. Rolly was never more astonished in his life than when he found what a situation he had put himself into. Bruce had him sure. The boy's arms were pinioned at his side. He was com pletely helpless. Jet was frenzied and uncon trolled. He plunged with maddened fury down through the rough. and darkened gorge. At fi.rst the bandit was fearfully startled. The landmg of the lad upon the horse's shoulders and neck nearly took his breath away. As soon as he could gather his thoughts he came to the conclu sion that it was Rolly Rock he had intuitively thrown his arms around, for no other human being would attempt such a thing for the mere pos session of a horse. "I have you now, you young fiend!" the bandit growled soon after they had on the mad ride. "See to it that you keep me," Rolly answered, with a low laugh. Bruce thought of the thousand dollars' rewa;rd. He had a notion to slide from the horse and risk the physiclj.l injury. The boy, of course, would be taken with him. The reins could not be ob tained without loosening his hold of the boy. Such a thing would never do. He concluded. to try a deceptio;n d 0 dge. The position was growmg more and more alarming. . "Can yer stop that infernal hoss, me lad?" "Yes," was the cool answer. "I'll let ye go if ye'll stop ther blasted critter." "But I shan't let you go if Jet does stop." "What .yesay, shan't let me go? Why, blast yer eyes, ye hain't got me, but 1'.ve got you." . With the boy's last remark there came a sud den explosion. Following the explosion a howl of pain from -Bruce, foll

ROLLY ROCK CHAPTER VI.-A Sudden Interruption. j The driver of the.stage coach, when the whistle of Tiger rang out, followed by the pistol shot, brought the horses to a stop instantly. He knew very well what that signal meant. L eaping from the seat he detached the horses at once. They were led away with as little noise as . 1.&The lord of the lines had scarcely reached a t point fifty feet distant when a dozendusky ol'iject s appeared in the vicinity of the abandoned vehicle. 'l'hey were a little cautious, not knowing what had occasioned the firing. The advance was soon made, however, and whispered curses were uttered at finding the stage empty. The next moment they were repeated with increased emphasis at finding the body of Tiger. Fou1 men caught him up and bore the fellow away. There was no use looking for the escaped travelers in the darkness. So the 1eader thought. Accordingly, a watch was placed over the vehicle. One-half of the party went away with the mimic negro, while the others, save the coach-guard, were detailed to hunt up the horses which had suddenly dirnppeared. In less than three minutes after the appearance of the road-agents at the coach, not one was to be seen in the vicinity, and the place was as silent as if not a human being was near. Four men made it their business to look after the horses Jack Runnels, the driver, separated the apimals as soon as he had got safely away. J11ck succeeded in evading the road-agents, for a tjme. At length he reached as high an altitude as the horses could go . Hitching them, he moved back down the path, so as to guard the animals in case they were trailed to their present position. Hearing nothing of the bandits he descended further. The second time he paused his ear had been arrested by a strange sound. It was that of the runniug horse which Bruce and Rolly Rock bestrode. Jack strained his eyes in wqnder. He had a glimpse of a flying object beneath him, and that was all. It passed away, and not long after that silence prevailed. Moving on down, he beheld the old coach standing as he had left it'. As he neared the vehicle he was startled by a low whisper. "Who's there?" Jack asked in a low tone. "ComEl here," was the reply, in an audible whisper. -"Are you Mr. Wallace?" "Yes." "Come out, then; it's all right." "Who are you?" "Jack, the driver." "Come nearer so that we can see you," was the request from the shadow. "Come yourself; if you're Colonel Wallace, your daughter is with you. A silence for a moment followed. Just as he was about to repeat his request, a step close at hand startled him. Jack turned suddenly. Two stout men seized him, one on either side, and a gag was instantly thrust into his mouth. He was disarmed in a trice and his hands lashed together. "Now, my da1ling, lead us to the hosses," a gruff voice said in his ear. Jack shook his head. hey? Well, we'll see." Just then two other men appeared. Jack knew very well what material he had to butt against. He concluded to take no more chances. The horses were not .his, he was only employed as a driver, and he thought more of his life than the stage company's property. The worst feature of the affair was to be obliged to submit to the demands of a murderous posse of outlaws. A bit of large cord, with a noose at one end, was slipped over Jack's hands, and the spokesman, hoiding the other end wound about his hand, motioned the driver to lead the way. Jack obeyed p1omptly. He led them up the mountainside to where the horses were tied. The bandits chuckled over their success. Jack was helpless, and he made no effort to escape. "Now that you have shown us the critters we want, ye can take it easy. We will leave ye hyar, an' pay ye a visit ag'in in the mornin'." Jack was placed in a sitting position, with his back against a small sapling. His hands were then loo sened, carried back and around the sapling and lashed together again. This pinned him to the sp(Jt The horses were led away. Jack was left in a painful situation. Then. animals were led only part way down, one of the guards of the stage met the two men. ''Hist!" he exclaimed. "The old man and the gal have gone inter the wagon." .'Ll,lcky, by Jupiter." After a short consultation it was decided to allow the couple time to get to sleep, then to lock them in and take them away. The men managed the locking of the coa<;h doors and taking the vehicle away, as the rea(ier knows. It was trundled down through the same dark and winding way that Jet had passed over a. few hours before. At length the vehicle was brought to a standstill. There was a hum of additional voices. Colonel Wall ace and Madaline felt that the tragic moment had come. There was a grating at the stage door. The fastenings had been removed. The girl caught the arm of her father, and drew close to him in breathless suspense. The big door was dashed suddenly back. The bright glow of a lantern suddenly illuminated the interior of the vehicle, and at the same time revealed a brace of heavy revalers in the hands of a masked man. "Fire and fury, it's the old man himself!" he hissed. The words were not uttered loud enough for any one to understand them. He hesitated a litt!E: at the recognition. The unexpected meeting was a surprise, but nothing compared with what followed. Just as he began to give orders to his men there came an explosion. A shriek of mortal agony followed. The outlaw who oc cupied the driver's seat swayed a moment, then rolled from his position over the front wheel to the rock road in the throes of death. CHAPTER VIL-Uneven Chances. Rolly Rock never found a position in which he was too much alarmed to act. This was, haps, the tightest fix her had ever been in. Scau-cely had the glow of the lantern swept ac1oss hil


ROLLY ROCK 1 body before his left hand held his revolver. The weapon was leveled instantaneously. A loud report rang out. With the detonation came a crash and a howl of rage. The bull's-eye had been shattered and the light extinguished. The bearer of the lantern was wounded also. The action of the men was checked for half a minute. "Why don't you shoot the fiend?" the injured bandit exclaimed, with a -terrible oath closing the sentence. "Perforate him!" yelled another, at the same time firing his pistol at the spot where they had seen. the enemy. Half a score of shots almost instantly followed. The bandits expected to hear the body of the intended victim some tumbling down. As soon as Rolly had fired he swung himself to the left and caught a drooping vine that the light had reve aled an instant before. It proved strong enough to hold his weight. It would not do to arop downwarn, so he began the work of climb ing up. The great wall was uneven and afforded him, foothold. Two minutes after the volley had been fired Rolly was ten feet above his first resting-. place. Meantime the outlaws -were active. Matches were plenty and a little fire soon kindled. While this was bein g done the greater number of the party stood with revolvers in hand to act if any indications came from above pomting out the locality of the escaped unknown. Their purpose was net robbery of course. One of their men had fallen at the hand of some one and that individual must suffer the c o nse quences. Vengeance was the cry. "Hurry up the fire," was the command as S()(\n as the d17 substancl) began to burn. "Keep out of the put in .the "that cuss up thar w ill pepper ye 1f ye don t "Let him jerk his popgun on c e and we'll riddle him!" exclaimerl another. Just then :l figur e moved up to the blaz e It was one of the highwaymen. He had a bleed ing hand down to the light. There was a frightful wound at the bas e of the lhumb. He was the one who had carried the bull's-eye lantern. "A hard ;me, Dave." The wounded man turned to his pal. "I'll have the life of the man who did that, if I follow him around the w orld. Scarcely had the words fallen fz:om his lips Dave sank down sen s el e ss, with a m o an. No pistol rang out this time. There had come a thud, and the man sank lifeless to the earth. A stone, that would weigh five of six pounds, rolled to the feet of the man who stood beside the lantern-bearer. The fragment of rock h a d come with terrific force from some point above. The vanquished Dave was instantly s eized upon by his friends and dragged more tha n carried out into the darlrness. The light that they had started had proved to be a damage instead of a benefit. Not a man approached it again. Instead of that, substances were thrown from a distance to crus h it out. Soon the pit was dark again. "What fools we be!" a ruffian growled "What's the matter now?" came the return. "Torches, them's what we want. A dozen an' every man flamin' one." In five minutes' time the flaming brands were in preparation. Dry, woody substances, anything that would burn, was collected. The improvised torches were not durable, but might answer the purpose. Soon all was ready-ten flaming fagots were in hand. The party started for the base of the wall they wished to illuminate. r But a few ste ps had been taken when came an expression of alarm. All stopped in stanter. One of the men had stopped and was bending over the body of Bruce. He took the card that had been pinned to the bandit's coat and. held it up between thumb and finger. "Rolly Rock!" he cried. "It is that wildcat who has done all tihs !" The name went the rounds. A consultation was held. Different methods of action were suggested. It was not believed that the boy could escape. They felt certain that the only way to leave the' rock wpuld be by descent. While the bandits had been busy with their planning below, RollY. Rock had not been idle in his efforts to escape. He worked his -way upward a Jlittle, and to tho right considerably. CHAPTER VIII.-Making A Stand. Inch by inch the boy felt his way. As before, his moving to the right had bettered his chances, so it did this time. Rolly could hear the hum of gruff voices below. Evidently the road-agents were disappointed. The looked-for descent did not take place. Rolly heard his name repeated. He heard oaths follow the mention of it. This stimulated him to renewed effort, but at the same time extreme caution was continuously exercised. After making the first ten feet the dangerous point was passed. Still more sloping and rough the great wall became. Clambering nimbly upward, Rolly reached the top. He was out of peril. now. "Let the outlaws watch me," he said, smiling. "I will appear to them again from a quarter they little suspect." Passing ever the ridge that lay at his left ll.e hoped to ht able to go down to the narrow cdt again, but met with a The wall there was almost perpendicular. He was in the moonlight and saw nothing but obstacles before him. Hours of time were consumed before he reached the gorge where the coach stood. A long journey had to be made in a roundabout course. The first thing that attracted Rolly's attention when reaching the wood was the hum of human v oices. He drew stealthily near. The bandits had Jae\<:, the driver, and were forcing him to tell where. the h orsei;; were secrete d. The force was too great for Rolly to attack. He concluded to keep himself on the alert and strike at the most favorable time. The boy followed the party to where the animals were secured, and as soon as the road-agents had left Jack, Rolly advanced, telling quickly who he was. With one stroke of the boy's knife the cords were cut which held the driver to the tree. Jack was upon his feet in short order. He pulled the gag out of his mouth and then caught his de liverer by the hand and shook it vigorously. "You are a brick, boy. I thought I was in for it,


8 ROLLY ROCK "It did look that way,'' Rolly answered, "but now you are out of it, sure, let us follow the outlaws, who have gone below. Those fellows need watching." Runnels did not hesitate to act. They were aoon near where the bandits had stopped with the horses. The two watchers lapsed into silence. They heard the news that Colonel Wallace and l'ladaline had entered the coach. Rolly's first thought was to steal around to the coach and get across the stage to the side of Jack. Just then there came the trampling of horses' feet in advance of them. Rolly thought of Jet, who had escaped. But there were beatings of the hoofs of more than one animal. Suddenly the vehicle was stopped. Then a voice cried out: "Stand or we fire!" It was the voice of a woman. CHAPTER IX.-The Bandit's Wife. them out again. The second, that it would not be a safe thing to undertake. The coach stood in the strong light of the moon. "We will watch and wait,'' the boy said, in a The day at Extonville wore away slowly. Mrs. whisper to his companion. Howai;-d was anxious regarding her father and An hour passed and action began. sister. She was also anxious about Rolly. When "They have locked the doors and hitched on darkness came Mrs. Howard began looking for the the horses,'' the youth remarked, arising to his stage. Nine o'clock came and still not coach from feet. 1'They will go into Fazelo's Pit; let us be Gladbast. moving." As she sat by the window looking out upon Without waiting for reply, Rolly started across the mountain road, revealed by a reflecting Ianthe foothill to reach the road in advance of the tern at the corner of the Extonville House, a stage. At length he halted and diew into a servant, the only one employed in the family, ennlche in the wall. tered the room. "It will not be safe to go further now; just "Julia,'' the lady said, "that stage has not come ahead are half a score of the bandits on the yet." alert." "And is it late?" "How do you know?" Jack asked. "It's as "I suppose not, but to-night I am especially in-dark as Tophet here. I can't see 'em." terested and anxiOU$, you know." "They are there, watching for me, but never "It's a dangerous trip for one with money, Mrs. :m.lnd, here comes the coach." Howard." The mountain-wagon came trundling along, "Rolly has gone, as you know, to aid the pas-four men following in the wake. The party in sengcrs. I have implicit confidence in the boy's the pit had been reinforced by two ir.ore, Fa.zelo ability." and his body companions, and they stood -ready "Well you might, Mrs. Howard; he is a singu-to make an attack upon the passengers. Action, lar combination of the lion and the lamb." was prompt. The captain met with an astonish-For an hour the two tal, ked and .Prophesied ment, as the reader knows. Jack fired the shot concerning the s11fety of the expected party, at the driver and did fatal work. At length both started to their feet and sprang He insisted on doing so, as the outlaw was to the window, There was a clatter of iron shoes occupying a position that belong to himself iI),diupon the road. As they peered out a black steed vidually. By agreement, Jack leaped to the seat at a brisk trot came around the corner inn toward so suddenly vacated, and, gathering up the lines, the cobble-stone house. It was Jet, and riderless. started the horses away at a dead run. The "Something has befallen Rolly," Mrs. Howard vehicle was scarcely under way before a second said, with an effort. ferm leaped from the side of the roadway upon "I fear it is so," the servant answered sym-the trunk-rack at the rear of the coach. pathetically. It was Rolly Rock. Jack knew the road over A lantern was lighted and the two women went wJiich he was moving very well, but that knowlout. The hope that had been built up was sud edge was not very assuring. He was obliged to denly banished. Jet was. covered with foam, hold the horses in-indeed, to bring them down to dried in places to a crust. a slow trot. The outlaws soon regained their "The horse has had a long and terrible race,". senses. The coach had not gone far before the Julia said, as soon as she turned the lantern captain commanded pursuit. To a man they upon the steed. started on a dead run. The bull's eyes which "He never would exercise himself like that Fazelo's right-hand man carried a'fforded them a without fright," the mistress added. "Rolly did means of security. He was at the front, and the. not turn Jet loose." lantern's glow showed them where to stop and In a fever of excitement Mrs. Howard had enabled them to .avoid side projections. the weary horse stabled. Visions of the most Rolly saw. the light flash here .and there. terrible nature arose before her mind, and when an instant it appeared and then was lost agam. she returned to the house she could do naught He knew very well that the road-agents would but walk the floor and peer from the windows at soon overtake the stage. A few raps on the rear every turn about the room. Hour after hour glass of the vehicle brought out the voice of the wore away, and still the lady had not quieted colonel. her mind. Julia remained with her. They con"Who's there?" he asked; anxiously. tinued thelr speculations concerning the fate of w allace knew some change had taken place. the travelers, but no course of reasoning brought Rolly told who he was. Then the voice of Madaline any comfort. was heard. Mingled with her own were the com"I'm going to the pit!" the mistress suddenly pliments of the Colonel. The youth did not stop explained, an hour after midnight. to listen to these. Springing to the top, he crept "And what can you do


ROLLY ROCK 9 "I can find out what the matter-what has be come of father and Madaline." "Light the lantern again, Julia," she adde d, so hurriedly that the girl did not notice her agitation. While the maid was preparing the light the mistress w ent to a cupboard and to o k there-'from a brace of revolvers. "Are there any more pistols, Mrs. Howard'?" "Tw.o are enough-why?" "I am going with you." "I had w i shed it, but would not suggest such a trip, for ycm are not interested as I am." "I am interested in you enough not to allow you to go alone.'' There were no more revolvers, but the lady gave Julia one of the brace. There was a mate to Jet in the barn. Rolly's horse had rested an.l eaten his mess, and was in renewed condi tion. The two animals w.ere saddled in short order, and the two females rode out of Extonville without disturbing any one of the villagers. They talked to encourage each other as a boy whistles to keep his courage up. After fhe first half hour progress was very slow. At times they could i:;carcely tell whether they were in the right path or not. For miles not a sound or sight was to indicate the prese nce of a human being. The first observation that they made that gave evi dence of having reached the pit was the blow, or rather, tht: sudden appearance and disappearance of a small light. Intuitively the two drew in thefr horF e s to a standstill. Both of the eoues trians saw the light at the same instant, for -both were on the alert and all their senses were keyed up to the Hghest pitch. They were very n ear the coach when the steeds were stopped. Mrs Howard believed she had met the bandits, with the stage under their cont r ol. Hardly knowing what she did, her revolver was drawn and she cried cut.: "Stand or w e fire!" Jack lifted his revolv e r a s the words Tang out, and Rolly forced it dow n. He Tecognized the voice. "Mother!" the b o y exclaimed, in quick reply. "Rolly, are you safe--are the others safe?" came t; i him, anxiously. "All here and unharmed so far, but the bandits are clo s e upon u s." "Is the captain with them?" "He leads the gang." A few whispered words to Julia and Mrs. Howard rode past the coach alone and stationed Jet in the cente r of the wagon path. Just then the bandits came up. "Ho! what have w e h e r e?" one of the outlaws asked, as he caught sight of the horse. "One you must not attempt to pass!" came the stern r e p ly. "'Vhew! a woman!" put in the lantern-bearer casting a flash o f light acros s the flowing ski rts of the ride r. The m e n d i d n o t heed t h e hors ewoman. The y pressed on towar d the coach. Rolly told the drivel' not to offer any resistance and, s winging himself down, he told Col o nel Walla ce the same. The bandits surrounde d the s t a ge in obedience to the command of Fazelo. The captain had heard the words from the horsewoman and, going to the light-bearer, he took the lantern and turned it upon the face of the nder. He started as if touched by a brand of fire . A low whistle fell from his lips, and every man came to him instanter. The light was turned away f:r;om the lady. Fazelo left the spot, followed by his gang. All wond e red, but none questioned. The footsteps of the retreating men soon died away in the distance. The carriage party was left to its friends. When Colonel Wallace and Madaline learned who had so suddenly appeared to save them, and who the boy defender was, their astonishment and delight were beyond description When the sun rose and shone upon Extonville, the next morning, the whole stage party save Jack, the driver, were safely ensconced at the cobble-stone house ol Ferna ndo Howard. CHAPTER X.-New Plans. Were this entirely a story of fiction we would doubtless describe the retreat of the bandits as a golden realm of the mountains, but due respect for the truth compels the denial of any such place in the Giacomo Pass. There was no cave to go to. To be sure a spot had been found for the deposit of certain treasures, but the bandits were -men having other avocation_s, to all appearances, and residing in different places Captain Fazelo and one other had homes at Extonville. Five claimed to be explorers, and boarded at the Blue Gl9be, -and this inn was more properly the headquarters of the road-agents than any other place. Of course, Faze lo learned that Rolly was there that very night. He was aware of the way Tiger was thwarted, of the shooting of Bruce, of the death of Dave, the lantern-bearer, at the rock, and then of the death-wound the volunteer driver had received. Four men had fallen at this visit of the little terror, and a dozen men had not been able to capture him. S omething mus t be done to prevent Rolly Rock coming here again. Thus the bandit chief reflected and reso lved. In a little cut through the mountains that led off from the dark part of the wagon road, denominated Fazelo's Pit, was a peculiar spot. It was e x ceedingly romantic. Rocks were broken down and piled up in pro fusion, and at one side of the great heap there was an immense shelf of stone, which gave shelter to many square yards below. The p1ace, by the addition of a little manual labcrr, was converted into a sort of temporary retreat for the bandits. Here they could sit in comparative comfort, even if the weather was inclement, and await the coming of their victim s .' To this spot the defeated T i g e r and no less fortunate Bruce were taken. Dave and the bandit driver were buried with but little c e remony. The first two were not and yet they were but little better off. Tiger had r e c e iv ed two bullets in the shoulder and chest, while Bruce had one in the hip and another which fractured one of the floating ribs. Captain Fazelo looked at the wounded men a while in silence the morning after leaving the coach;so suddenly. "'This will never do," he said to himself at length. "That boy must be taken East. I must go home and send-him to New York to be edu cated." Then the thought came to him of Colonel Wal-


10 ROLLY ROCK lace and Madaline being there: The bandit chief paced up and down the rocky retreat in an agitated manner. Plans slowly developed, and then he called his men together for a conference. "These two men," h e said, pointing to Bruce and Tiger. "must go to the Blue Globe to-day. They are honest men, of course, and were wounded in attempting to protect some passengers who were attacked by robbers. They will die in such a place as this. "I must leave the pass for a few days, but before I go there is a nic e-paying job for you to do. My hou se must be entered at night, the old man p_ut out of the way, the money secured and the girl kidnapped. "The gal brought hyar?" one ai

ROLLY ROQK 11 sponge and laid it upon the still, while lips, where it would be likely to remain for a long time. The small craft was then pushed out into the current, and watched in the moonlight until it had passed beyond human view. All were now ready to depart. Taking turns at c arrying the pre cious treasure, the road-agents wended their w a y back to Fazelo's Pit. The bandit chief was highly delighte d with what had been accomplished Col o nel Wallace was out of the way. M adaline was where she could not influence his wife; the fifty thousand in gold was secured. N o w he w ould pay Extonville a visit, hear the news of the robbery with astonishment, and set to work to detect the villains-that is, profess to. Rolly he would send East to be educated, ahd then his work would be carried on without the annoyances of the past. He was told how the old man was set afloat. Death would be a certainty in the mountain stream, even if the anesthetic did not do the fatal work. The bandit w ho had gone with. the girl to the Crows had1not yet come back. Night came and pass ed, and still no return. Fazelo gre w impatient. It would not take more than twelve hours to go and come. It could not be that the outlaw had become enamoured at Madaline and tie d with her as his own captive. Fazelo had too much confidence in the man to be lieve this, and yet the thought came to him more than once. Too impatient to endure the thing longer, he sent two trustworthy men to the Indian town to see what had become of the absent Terrill. Double the time passed fol" his messengers to do his errand, and they were still absent. "Something seem s to have gone wTong," he said to Che ster Ream. "Three men have gone to the Crow camp and not one returned." "Perhaps the Injuns went fer 'em," the landlord answered. "Leather Tongue would not allow such a thing; he is a friend of mine.'1 "Treacherous cusses, cap, they be, sartin." After all, what had he to worry about? .Fazelo determined to go to Extonville at once. He must see how the land lay 'there Dressed in the garb of a business man, he took a good horse from the inn stable and departed. Arriving at his own house, he gently rapped at the door, instead of entering abruptly. Itwas promptly opened by Julia. "Oh, Mr. Howar d have you heard the news?" the girl exclaimed, in an excited way, as soon as the man crosse d the thres hold "Yes, I heard s o m ething of your trouble at the tavern in the mountains where we stopped. It is bad, Julia.'' "Terrible!" Fazelo passe d into the parlor. He was about to a s k for his wife when he heard footsteps in the back hall. Faze lo started forward to greet her, then, with an exclamation of astonishment, started back. It was Madaline who faced him. "You here? Why, how-I do not understand this." "It is plain enough. I came by stage from Gladbast." "But my wife, Belle, where is she?" "We do not know." "Has she gone?"' "Been gone a week. She was kidnapped by night. "Perdition!" the man fairly yelled. "The in-fernal stupid fools! Who did it?" "We know not." "What else did the villains do?" "The y father away, too, using chloro form plentifully . We awoke in the morning to a sad surprise, and to find the house full of a sickening fume." ::what was the object, Miss Wallace?" It could not be for the sole purpose of rob bery, for they could have taken the gold as well 'without." "Then your father was robbed?" "No, not he. His money is all in a New York draft; they carried away your own money, Mr. Howard." Here was_ the second thunderbolt for the bandit. The bandit. rubbed hi.s forehead vigorously. 'He had beaten himself. His money had been divided among the mountain thieves, and he need not look for an return. Belle, instead of Madaline was taken away by Terrill, and that man was to be fotind. "Where is the boy, Rolly?" he asked after a few brisk passages across the room. "He has been four days absent.' "Where gon e ?" "To the mountains." "How did he go?" "On the back of Jet; the burglars took away Tom.'' Here was another poser. Fernando _Howat.a was nonplussed. Not one thing that he had d(\ signed had. bee:q_ carried. out, save the putting of Colonel Wallace out of the way. Unceremoniously he quitted the house and the town. CHAPTER XII.-The Hairy Hermit. 3 { Never in the cours e .of human events was a b<>J more astonis h e d than Rolly Howard on awaking that eventful morning and finding the house bur. glarized and his mother and grandfather missing. He could come to but one conclusion and that was that the bandits were at the of tile deed. After a short conference with Madaline Rolly decided to take to the mountains in quest of the a b sent ones. "You may pack a good supply of he said to Julia, "for I may be absent severilt days.'' 1While the maid did as bidden, Rolly put Jet in rig for u&e.. He was glad that the thieves had taken the mate of his favorite instead of Jet The bandit had t aken the hors e nearest the door: The sun was not far JlP when the young mountain terror was dashing at a high rat'e of speed down the rocky road which ran through Giacomo Pass Six or more miles had been passed when Jet drawn in and brought to a standstill. A peculiar object for such a place had met the boy's eye. Something white was fluttering upon a bush half a dozen rods to the right. Guiding Jet to the spot where the white object was located he grasped it in his hand. It proved to be a iinen handkerchief with lace edge. In one corner were raised letters of white silk forming the word Belle.


12 ROLLY ROCK "Mother has passed this way as sure as fate," the youth exclaimed aloud. Dismounting he found the marks of a horse's foot plainly visible. His conjectures were all set adrift. Why should the bandit's wife be taken into the valley? He did not stop long to late upon the matter. His mission was to find her, and no odds which way duty led him he was ready to go. Rolly pressed on as fast as Jet could travel. Another surprise, and one more startling, awaited the boy. Two or more miles into the valley had been traversed when a cry, scarcely human in sound, fell upon Rolly's ears. The boy drew refo. The voice had come from a point close at.hand. The next moment there emerged from a cluster of bushes a strange human object. A man robed in thin furs from head to foot. He was of middle age. The thin skins of which his garment were made was as spotted as Joseph of old. The face was pale and sad, or rather o.f a yel lowish hue, with a woe-begone look. As he iifted llis large, gray eyes to Rolly the boy could not repress an exclamation of pity. He had never in ' all his life seen an object like that before. "He has come!" the man in fur said, a change coming over his face. 1Who has come?" Rolly asked. ''My father. He told me to wait for him. I waited a long time, but he came." "Do you live in the mountains?" the boy asked. "Yes, I have been living here waiting for him te come back." "Your father left you here and went away?"'" "Yes." "And has returned?" "'Yes." Rolly thought the man looked as though he had been hidden from civilization for ten years. '!Where is your home?" he asked. "It is a long way off." "And -where is.your father?" '}He is there." "Have you seen a horse pass this way, ridden by a lady?" Rolly asked. 'tA horse has passed this way, but it was dark then, and my eyes are not cat's eyes." "You could not see who rode it?" "You are a true prophet." "Well, that is all." "Roll on, Philander. I like to see you roll." With another laugh the boy Jet for-ward. "Stay a bit," the crazy man exclaimed, holding up his hand; "we have not had a formal intro duction. We may meet again; the chain of forthcoming events may fling us together, as it were, and it is best that we know of whom we think in coming reverses." l'My name is Rolly Howard," the boy said, prdmp_tly. "I live at Extonville." "Just so. My name is Marks Black. Two clips with the pen and you have it-Marks Black, see?You'll never forget that, will you, tadpole?" "Certainly not; no boy ever forgets his black marks." "Shake!" The crazy fellow extended his hand as he spoke lhe word, and Rolly shook it vigorously. "There are redskins in the valley below, my boy and they admire a good horse." Black spoke seriously. "I am aware of it." "Were it not for my old father I'd go with you. I must hurry back to him." "Good-bye!" "Stay, Philander, be not hasty; there is time for m_arching after I tell you that there are outlaws rn the mountains \\.:_ho admire a good horse, also." "I have met them." "And -still live?" "You can see." "It is well. They have caused me many--" Marks Black stopped abruptly. He had glanced down the shrub-covered valley and seen what Rolly could not from his elevated p

ROLLY ROCK 13 "Then consider it tipped, for you will obey or die!" There was a strange hollownes s in the boy' s voice that made the bandit quail. Should he t e ll how Fazelo had order him to take the hors e and carry off the girl he would reveal the fact that Captain F a z e lo and Fernando Howard were one and the same. That would never do. "Drop that revolver!" Terrill hesitated. Rolly's weaPQn was pus hed forward a few inches. He repeated the words, and the heavy pistol o_f the bandit dropped to the sod. "Now the other!" "That is all." "Drop the other or I fire!" With a curse, Terrill drew the second sevenchamber pistol and let it fall to the earth. "Your knife!" That followed the two other weapons. It was the purpose of the. boy to make the outlaw tell, now that he was disarmed, where he had taken Mrs. Howard. Just as he was about to move Jet forward there came a sudden change over the aspect of affairs. The hairy hermit darted out of the bushes and before the boy could divine his purpose he sprang forward and picked up the weaponsthat the bandit had dropped. ."The mountain maniac!" Terrill growled. A chuckling laugh was the only answer. Marks Black set the hammer of one of the re-. volvers, and leveled it upon the outlaw. the fiend!" Terrill cried to Rolly. "He will take my life!" "My father has come back," the insane man said, slowly. "Your band did not kill .him all; but you tried to, and now I am gomg to kill you!" Terrill feared the lunatic would do as he had promised, and he ground his heels into the sides of the horse he rode and bade him go. He was not quick enough. A pistol shot rang out and the bandit reeled-in the saddle and then plunged to the earth. Rolly sat mute. He did not act, for he had no sympathy for the abducto r of hi s mother. He was scarcely prepared for what followed. A new light came into the eyes of the maniac. A new strength appeared to c ome to his muscles. With a cry and a bound h e landed squarely upon the horse's back and wheeling the steed dashed away down the valle y. It was a stran'ge sight, that hairy object of many colors upon the chestnut ho1'Se, his long hair streaming back in the wind. Turning his head as he sta1ted, the cr-azy fellow cried out: "Father came back las t night. I am a chi eftain now Come on, tadpole there is glory ahead!" Rolly dismounted and bent over the rostrate the horse. He lifted his bridle to start, whe n a groan fromTerrill caused him to d elay. "That fiend has given me a clincher," the wounded man said. Rolly disomunte!f and bent ove r the prostrate form. The boy could see at a glance that fatal work had been done. "I am don e for, lad, don't you know it?" Rolly knelt down upon tlte surf and lifted the sufferer's head as gently as a woman could have done. "Yes, you are done with this world, my man, all done, save a little time for making amends for a bad life." "Are you preaching about my soul?" "I can do nothing for your soul; youmust appeal to a higher power, but you can make amends to me by telling what you have done with my mother." "Your mother, lad? Was that woman your mother?" "She is my father's wife." "And who is your father?" "Fernando Howard." ''The-" "The bandit chief." "Fire and fury, boy! that is the reason he forbade any of us killing you; he knows you are after the band of road-agents." "I did not know that he had detected my identity." "He has, certain, but what do you want to kill us fellers for?" "I 9.o not wish to kill anyone, butI hav.e sworn to break up Fazelo's gang, and I shall do it." The man gasped for breath, and a strange pallor overspread his face. "Tell me quickly," Rolly said, "where is my mother and the old man, her father? What have you done with them?" Terrill made a struggle and answered faintly-: "The old man is dead; his bedy was put into a little boat and sent down the river." "And my mother?"-"She is dead; the Crow chief--" The .sentence was never finished. Terrill dropped back, and after a little labored breathing, expired. Rolly burst a profusion "Will this work of destruction end?" 'he cried aloud. '" Jet stood beside his master and looked down upon the mortal remains of the outlaw as if sympathy. Rolly arose to his feet after the fii'st outbreak had subs ided, and cast about him as'if uncertain what further to do. "I must give this man burial," he muttered, "and then determined how to act." Close beside him was a soft sand slope. Getting a thin piece of slate stone a foot or more square he made an excavation, and covered the body of Terrill as best he could. Rolly's mind was soon made up. Mounting Jet, he pressed "cm t : ) the s outhward. That was the direction in which the Indian village lay, and that was the di-rection the carzy man had taken. An hour's bri::;k ride revealed nothing. An other half hour passed, and Rolly saw a sight that made him pull Jet in suddenly. Half a dozen fullfiedged Crow Indians were coming down a narrow pathway directly toward him. Rolly backed his horse as quickly as possible into a little growth' of shrubbery. He bent down close to the animal's mane. As soon as Jet was at the best point that could, under the circumstances, be obtained, the boy slid from his position to the ground. "Down, old fellow!" Rolly said, in a low tone of voice. The steed promtply obeyed. Lowering himself upon his knees, Jet sank to the earth and stretched himself out fiat. The Ci:ows passed on. For-


14 ROLLY ROCK tunately, their path did not lead them over the spot where the hoofs of Jet had made imprintse in the soil. Rolly elevated 'his head as they passed on and peered through the bushes. He watched them until a goodly distance away. Until, indeed, he felt the1e was no further danger from. that source. In watching the Indians the boy had crept some little distance from Jet. He now crawled back to the animal, who lay flat upon its side. F'or a qua1ter of an hour master and beast lay there in concealment after Rolly had left the post Of observation. By that ti,me the boy thought the Crows would be too far away to 7et sight of them, even if mounted. CHAPTER XIV.-In A Mastiff's Jaws. .Rolly mounted his horse and rode on, changing his course to the east. At the foot of the mountain range ran a stream. For two rpiles at least the horse waded in the water. The rider kept a sharp lookout for the Indians. At length he es pied the encampment. It was far distant, but the noonday sun sh011e down upon the white tufas, giving them a picturesque appearance. Selecting the most favorable point for making an exit, Rolly rode out of the stream and made his way into a dense growth of small trees. Ensconced here we will leave our hero and look after other characters. Mrs. Howard, in a semi-conscious condition, was borne away from her home. When she finally awoke her eyes opened upon a group of dusky faces. Gradually she came back to realizatidn. She comprehended what had taken place, and then fainted dead away. She was believed tO be dead. While she lay in_ the swoon Terrill left. When she came out of this the strength that she possessed was not manifested. She lay passive. Leather Tongue did not distmb her or allow any one else to. Night fell at last. Mrs. Howard felt assured that she would not be closelv watched. She was considered helpless, "very sick," as the medicine man had termed it. She had a spacious wigwam and a young squaw as an attendant. The Indian girl sat by her most of the time and made no attempt to arouse her charge. The evening deepened into night, and a lonely n:ig-ht it was. Both stars and moon shone down through the clear ether. It was so light that the lady's heart sank within her, for she had determined upon an attempt to escape. Why was she there? She asked herself the question over and over again, but could find no answer. The young squaw became weary in watching the almost lifeless charge, and she sank down upon her robP. and passed off into dreamland. Mrs. Howard's mind was wonderfully active. She resolved to creep from the lodge and leave t.he encampmel).t. Alt.Qough sbe had not testedher strength under the excitement she believed herself in full possession of her wonted muscular vigor. She lifted herself upon her elbow, then to a sitting posture. Action was stayed for half a minute to listen. Not a sound came, save the nassal respirations of the Indian girl. She was about to move again when she left a thrill sweep through her frame that almost be numbed her. "Mother!" The name was spoken in a soft whisper. She knew the voice, and the. fl.ash of mingled hope and joy was like the glow of sunlight. "Rolly!" The answer was low and tremulous. Just then there came to both the ears of mother and son a rapid beating upon the earth, a muffled growl, and to the boy's eyes a flying object. The next moment Rolly lay upon his back. A bury mastiff had his jaws set upon the collar of the youth, with the grip of iron. Mrs. Haward heard the contact and the growl, and she mistrusted what had taken place. The dog and its victim wer.e close at the .side .of the lodge. "Are you hurt, Rolly ?" "Not at all, but I am helpless unless I use my revolver." "That will not do; it will arouse the camp." .. "Can you get me a knife, mother?" "I have none, but perhaps the young squaw has one. I will see." Although the occasion was one of no little excitement, yet the conversation was carried or. in low whispers. The guard, or rather attendant, had not been .iwakened. The mastiff made but little noise. His first hold was not loosened. He made the boy a sure prisoner and held on. If Rolly attempted to move the great dog ut tered a warning growl, which the boy fully under stood. Our hero, had some doubts as to his ability to overcome the brute, even if he had a knife, for the mastiff was a quick as lightning in his motions. Not a moment was the bandit's wife inactive. She crept to the side oi the Indian girl and silently. began a search. The lady's hand glided all about, but no knife was there. She crept back and reported her ill success. "Then we must do the next best thing," Rally answered. "What is that?" "Use the revolver and trust to flight." "But the noise." "Of course it will arouse the sleeping Crows, but we must trust to luck for escape." "Have you a plan, Rally?" "Yes." "I will f9llow it." "Well, then, leave the lodge and go due east. Twenty rods beyond the limits of the encampment you will ftnd Jet. He is in the shadow of a large rock, tied to a small evergreen that grows from a fissure in the great stone." "Yes." "Well, mount him and ride to the north. Let the polar star be the guide." "Yes, but you?" "When you have been gone long enough to haw


ROLLY ROCK 15 mounted the horse I will shoot the dog and run, like a white-head, to the north. We can both escape upc:i the back of Jet." Mrs. Howard acted at once. She glided out of the wigwam, and after an affectionate glance at the boy, flitted away to the eastward. Rolly was more anxious for his mother than himself. He listened to her retreating footsteps and watched her as long as possible. \Vhen he had begun to hope she was beyond danger of discovery he thought a s tifled cry came to his ear, then he heard, or imagined he heard a gruff voice. The boy turned his ear that he might gather every sound, but the smothered breathing of mastiff made him uncertain as to what he did hear. iram afar. Nothing more was heard from the eastward, and Rolly hoped that the sounds had been imaginary. He measured the time as well as he could fo r his mother to reach Jet. "I must get out of this," he said to himself. "Matters can't be made worse. If the dog holds me I will be captured sure. If I kill the brute I stand a chance of getting out." : Rolly drew his revolver and cocked it. CHAPTER XV.-A Strange Deliverance. The boy a moment before pressing the trigger. Nerving himself for rapid action, he put the muzzle of the revolver clo se to the head of the brute and fired As he expected, the mastiff relinquish ed his hold and dropped like a stone to the earth. Rolly jumped to his feet. He cast about him for points of the compas s and then pluged off toward the north. He passed the limits of the encampment, meeting no one. .. The Indian village, or the part of 1t m i;lose proximity to the t e pee s where the firing had faken place, was aroused. Rolly glanced back and saw moving objects and heard shouts of one to another. The boy stopped at length and listened. Then he called out. No sound of a horse's feet came to him and no reply to his call. He wandered about for a little time in suspense, then the remembrance of the s tifled cry. came to him. If his mothe r had not e s caped, Jet would be where he le:t't him. The quickest way to determine the matter was to go to that spot. A lively run for a few minutes took him to the rock. Rolly was gratified to find the horse missing. "She must have been here,'' he said to him se lf. "No one else could have taken him ." Rolly regretted the lo s s of time required to reach the place. He started back again. As he did so the barking of dogs attracted his attention. The animals were at about the plac1......,-vhere he expected to have met his mother. Rolly bounded on ior a short distance and then he came to an abrupt standstill. The dogs were coming directly toward him. They came at a rapid rate of speed. "The brutes are on my track,'' the be>y exclaimed, in surprise; "they have been sent out by the Crows." Retrel't was useless. It would only be changing location without gaining an advant,age. He determined .to make a stand. Both revolvers were drawn, one in each hand. Roliy was thoroughly drilled in the use of the weapons. He could handle them right and left with wonderful rapidity and precision. The an:mals came up like a whirlwind. There were four of them. A bloodhound led the pack. That long-eared brute was followed by three white Indian dogs. Rolly stood lightly on his feet. His right hand w}ls extended, while the left was fixed across his breast. He wavered not an inch. As the hound landed near his feet, the boy's revolver rang out on the night air, and the hound sank to the sod without a whimper. A bullet had been sent directly through the animal's brain. r The close proximity had given certain aim. This lucky shot brought with it a certain degree of relief. The most courageous brute was out of the way. The qthers, however, were more noisy. l Rolly did not dread their .fangs, but their short, yelping barks would guide the Crows to the spot{. The followers of the hound slackened speed a s they drew near the game, and turned tail at the pi stol-shot ; They so on rallied and came on again. ( The barking was increa sed double-fold. Rolly was perplexed. H e could not ge a shot at the cowardly whelps, and had no means of driving them away. r They darted about the boy at a safe distance. One or two shots were expended upon the dogs without much expectation of injuring any of them, and ttiey proved harmless to the canines. They would retreat whenever Rolly rushed at them, but snap, growl and bark with increased vehemence. While chasing one, the other two would whip around into the rear and pursue. Rolly was never in a position in his life where he felt himself so completely baffled as then. Couragf' :!Tfd ingenuity did not avail. While at first he was glad he had not fierce, savage brutes to contend with, now he wished he had. While c0ntending with these animals the boy was not entirely ab s orbed in the task before him. He kept mi eye out {or the redskins. They were expected and they came. In a broad b elt of moonlight that streamed down across the valley from between a couple of high mountain peaks, Rolly saw at least twenty armed Crow Indians coming toward him on a dead run. "Worse and worse," the little hero exclaimed, a


16 ROLLY ROCK look of perplexity sweeping over his handsome face. If he could but get the dogs close enough to kill them it would not be a difficult matter to get away from the redskins in the darkness. Rolly retreated. He ran to the south; and, as he had expected, the whelps followed, yelping as if they were con-querors of the field. One ventured near and lost its life by the act. The other two kept a safe distance behind, but still followed. Thfi boy soon found himself near the rock where Jet had been left before he entered the encampment. The Indians were coming rapidly. The y reached the spot where the dead hound lay and stopped for a moment. Then -they halted again where the white dog had falle n. Wild whoops arose, mingled with the barking of the two whelps left. Although they had no idea whom they were pursuing, they knew him to be an enemy. He had invaded their amp, helped the palefaced lady from her loage, killed their good watch-dog, and had slain their noted terailer and one of their wigwam pets. This was enough to raise the indignation of the redmen to murderous intent. Rolly took to the rock, for he knew of nothing better to do. He had no such wall here as a Fazelo's Pit, but he could prevent the Indians surrounding him. The extreme height of the rock was not more than ten feet, so no point upon it would screen him from the nemy's bullets. He crawled up its uneven surface to near the top and turned to defend himself. With his back against the.gray stone, he held a revolver in each hand. The Crows ran up to the rock and halted. Their eagle eyes soon detected the fugitive. A dozen or more guns were elevated. Rolly expected that the end had come. T aking quick aim, he had begun pressing the trigger, when the cry came: "Hold!'? One of the Crows could speak English. It was Leather Tongue, the chief Every gun was lowered at the gesture of the sachem. ''.Come down." The order w a s given to Rolly. "No, thank you," -was the cool reply. "Come down," was r e pe a ted. "I shall not, as your captivet "Then you will die where you are!" "So will you!" Rolly cried, firing at the chief with the words.I The grea t Leather Tongue went down with a groan of di stress Flames of fire seemed to burs t out from the boy's two hands and a confusion followed bellow. Braves staggered and fell, and upon yell rang out upon the night air. -........ Roll y emptied his revolvers, but while he had lessened the force agrt'inst him, he had not driven the foe away. He was now at the mercy of the remaining force. They were armed with loaded guns, eager for vengeance, and the little defender in a helpless condition. He saw the state of affairs, but knew not how to better it. One half minute and he would be throu11:h with his work and his body lying a riddled piece of humanity at the base of the great stone. This picture swept through his mind like a flash of light. The Crows lifted their guns again, this time for certain work. At the instant they did so a screach broke upon their ears more terrific than the screech of a 'panther They stopped to glance to the left. A horse was coming close upon them with the fury of the t empest. It was the fur-covered maniac upon a coal-black steed. He swept up close to the rock and halted just an instant. Rolly dropped from his perch behind the man and the free-limbed horse swept on again. It all came about so suddenly that it bewil-dered the boy not a little. It was Jet that the maniac had come upon. How came he by the horse? What had become of Mrs. Howard? These were questions that staggered Rolly Rock as he swept on in the wild ride. CHAPTER XVI-Hung the Wrists. The Crows were so astonished at the sudden appearance of the mad rider that they stood like statuary during the few seconds of time required to stop and be off again. They soon came to a realizing sense of what had taken place, and sent leaden missiles after the running horse, but they did no harm. The boy had done destructive work. Three were dead. Sev eral were seriously injured. Leather tongue was still alive, but he had an wound in the che s t. Preparations were s oon made for conveying the unfortunate brave s to the encampment. The dead dogs were taken there, too, and buri ed with a s much r egret and c eremony as the brothe r warriors Leather Tongue retained his r e ason perfectly He was taken to a large white lodge in the ea;;tern portion of the e nc a mpment. It was hi s individu a l wigwam. The news o f hi s injury had preced e d the wound ed s achem, and peculiar demon strations of grief we1e made a s they bor e him in. A soft cot of s kin s w a s pre pared for the chief upon the right a s they entered t h e t epee. Upon the l eft sat two squaws and between them a white lady who was no o t h e r than Mrs. Howard. When she had left the lodge that night to find Jet h e r hopes of escape were high. The y were soon das hed to the earth. As she reached the margin of the encampment a tall form suddenly darted up behind her and a pair of strong arms were wrapped about her figure.


" RQLLY ROCK 17 A sti1led cry broke from her, then a heavy hand pressed upon her lips and she was carried helpless into the lodge. It was Leather Tongue who had di s covel"ed and captured the woman. The outbreak followed. Leaving the captive with two Indian women, who he knew would keep the paleface, the chief went out in pursuit of the interloper. When he came back, in the helpless condition, Mrs. Howard understood very well who had done the work. She was anxious to know whether or not Rolly had escaped. The chief turned to his captive and spoke: "An enemy came to my camp; his face was white, he set you free and killed my braves." Mrs. Howard coughed at the words. ', Perhaps she could learn of the fate of Rolly. "Are you sure he was a r e al enemy?" the lady asked. "None but an enemy comes at night to kill." "Did he harm any one until he was pursued?" "A dog was slain." "Did the paleface escape?" Mrs. Howard showed a great degree of anxiety as she asked the question-more than she intend-ed. Leather Tongue eyed her closely. "He escaped," the chief said, slowly. "My runners could not keep pace with a wild hare." An exclamation of joy burst from the woman's lips. She could not repress it. The chief kept his deep-set black eyes upon her. "He was a great friend to the paleface woman?" The words came slow and measured. "More than a friend, great chief; he was my son." "He. invaded our camp." "For his mother's safety. You are trying to deprive me of my liberty. I was stolen from my home an_ d brought here a prisoner. You hold me as a captive. Suppose, great chief, your squaw was carried off by an enemy and held by the whites, would not you go throug h fire and blood, even into death, to bring her back again? I never harmed one of your p e ople or yourself, and yet you dep r ive me of m y liberty. Why i s it?" "You reas on well,'' the sachem replie d, ."but your story may not' be true; i t was a paleface girl to be brou ght, not a m other." The truth flashe d upon h e r like a thunderbolt. She h a d not found a satisfactory solution before. It was a ll pl a in now, and h e r husband w a s at the bottom of it all She had be e n carried off in p l a c e o f Madaline by mi s t a k e Leather Tongue noted the change that came ov e r his captive. "You kno w the grea t chi e f o f the mountain robb e r s ? The assertion was in the n ature o f a n interrogation. "I kno w him." "He i s a friend of yours ? "He save d my life once. "And y ou are willing to serve him for it?" "I am." "That robber chief is my husband." "When the morning sun comes up you shall go free, and shall have a horse to ride and two braves to guard you." All the delight and thankfulness the lady felt could not be expressed in words. Leather Tongue's wound had been dressed and he became quiet. Just as gray light of morning showed itself, Howard was awakened by a strange, gurg ling sound. The two squaws were asleep. The chief was breathing with difficulty. The lady crept to the sufferer's side. There was crimson upon his lips, which showed internal hemorrhage. She knew not what to do. In her pocket was a small bottle of ammonia and, it forth, she applied it to the redman's nostrils. . It did no good, further than par tially sat1sfymg a desire to do something. Just as she was about adininestering the volatile alkali the squaws awoke. The-y saw the captive with the vial at the chief's face, and took -the act of humanity as one of mischief. They leaped upon the innocent woman, like a brace of tigers, and thrust her back to the side of the lodge. Her hands and feet were quickly lashed with strong cords. Mrs. Howard cried out to the chief, but her words fell upon ears that heard not. Leather Tongue had ceased to breathe. 'fhe encampment was soon aroused. The s achem's lodge was surrounded and loud lamentations were heard. The squaws told what they had seen, and the cry went out that the palefaced captive had charmed the life out of his body. They seized upon the helple s s, frightened woman and dragged her from the wigwam. A dozen rods and they reached a spote where a pole reached across the space intervening between a couple of saplings The pole lay in crotche s of the two small trees, some eight feet from the ground. Unbinding the victim's hands, they tied a cord around each wrist and threw these over the bar above Then they were dra wn t ight, s o tight as to stretch the sha pel y arms upward to their full extent, and then the bod y until the toes touched tha earth., Thus she :vas l eft to suffer untold agonie s. CHAPTER XVII.-The B andit M essen g ers. Cling i n g to the h airy obj ect in front of him, Roll y rod e in s ilenc e until be y ond gunshot from the pl ace w h e r e the astoni s hed Cro w s had been left. He s oon di s covere d a s we have sai d that he w a s upon the back of Jet, hi s own pet steed. Th e b ullet s from the enemy whis tled past them a s the y sp ed on, and the supple horse renewed his effort. "How came you by this horse?" Rolly ventured to ask, after a while. "My father has come back, you middy. He told


e 18 ROLLY ROCK. me to see you out of your trouble. a good rider, see!" The crazy man dug his heels into Jet's sides and yelled like an enraged panther. The horse leaped ahead, but a word from Rolly brought him so quickly down to a standstill that both of the riders c:,ame near going over his head. Marks Black tried to urge him on again, but the low voice of the boy kept hlin from moving a step. Jet stood stolid in his tracks. "Tell me how you got possession of this horse, and how you happened to come to me at the moment of extreme peril, and I will bid Jet. go on," the boy said. "I am as one crying in the wilderness. I pick up a horse whereyer l get a chance. Don't bother :me, Philander, let us march." . "Then you found the horse hitched by the rock, did you not, Mr. Black?" -"That's good, tadpole, call me Mr. Black; Hoy.r am I, Mr. Black? But darn the stupid horse, all the same. He's a balky cuss. I am sorry l: took him at all. Hark! I hear the angels coming, hear their whoops and hear their drumming; fearless ,Egyptian mummy, why sit ye idly waiting?" "What became of th. e ll!-PY wheIJ. you took this horse from her?" he asked, hoping to draw the fellow out in that direction. "You young, too tender, to love; my b.uckleberry, the goddess has flown. She flitted away like a frightened bird on the wings of the tempest." Throwing one leg over the horse's neck, he dropped lightly to the earth and darted away, without adding another word. Rolly watched until Black had disappeared. He was again in possession of Jet, but what was he to do? Rolly let Jet take his own course, and the horse walked on, deliberately towards the pass. At length the spot was reached whe!'e Big Foot ha full view and dropped prone upon the earth. Seth uttered a chuckle of satis faction. "Down, Jake!" The two men fell fiat upon the earth. "Now the ball is open, the dance willl begin," Seth continued, as he peered through the shrubs, his face close to the ground. The dance did begin. A volley followed the revolver shot. The Crows were watching closely, and they sent leaden missiles whistling through the leaves at the spot where the smoke had arisen. The bullets went too high to do harm. "Yell!" cried Seth. Both men howled as if in mortal agony. Only a cry or two was uttered, and then all became silent. The Indians were in doubt. They did not dash on pell-mell, but became a little careless. Two of them exposed their persons and were quickly punished for so doing. Three Crows had fallen and only two remained. These two return ed the shots. Their aim was accurate. Jake fell dead. Seth was wounded in the arm. His revol ver fell from his grasp, but he caught it up again and retreated. The brace of reds saw hii? move ments, and with a yell of riumph followed. Seth turned, and with his left hand emptied four cham bers of his weapon. He had the satisfaction of seeing one of his pursurers quiver aI}d sink to the sod. Again the sides were even. Seth against a single Crow. Somehow each got the impression that the other was attempting to get away by ascending the mountainside, and so each worked his way carefully upward. They reached the rocks without exchange of shots. Rolly occupied a position where he could wit ness nearly all that was taking place. He understood how the game had gone thus far, and h_ia interest deepened. He was the friend of party. Nearer and nearer they came togethljr,


ROLLY ROCK 19 and yet unseen by each other. There was an abrupt turn, and the two figures came upright. The bandit, Seth, and the Crow were facing eh other. A rifle flew to the front and a revolver was thurst forth. Two explosions as one sounded out over the mountai'n crags Two forms swayed an instant and then toppled ovei into open space and went whirling downwa r d. There were sickening thuds upon the base below and Rolly knew that not one was left of the contending parties to "'"sell the tale of destruction. CHAPTER XIX.-Dre,ad Uncertainties. After the Indians had finished their diabolical work of tying their captive up by tne wrists the most of those who had congi-ega.ed at the spot went back to the tepee wn words added new anxiety to the party of twelve. The third spot was pointed out. It was where Big Foot lay. When the runner came back .and told what he had seen, a howl Of rage arose. The tracks of the horse were there. Every brave drew a wea_Pon and gleamed upon Rolly. CHAPTER XX.-A Deadly Eneiny. The Crows turned upon the boy, who faced them as stolid as a stone. '.!'he firmness and de termined look of Rolly no doubt had a good deal to do with the conclusion. Rolly waved his hand again toward the Indian village. The braves bowed their acceptance of his terms. He would go to the village, but not as their prisoner. S9 by ge sticulations it was agreed. The runner, with a glow of enthusiasm in his black, deep-set eyes, looked toward Jet. He ex changed a few words with the twelve, and then proceeded to mount. Rolly was to walk. That was the way the Indians decided it. A smile flitted over the boy's face. The young Crow leaped upon Jet's back, and the n ext moment he lay sprawling ten feet from the trained horse. The Crows were amused. Not another Indian tried to mount Jet. So Rolly was allowed to ride his horse to the Indian encampment, which was reached in due time: Rolly allowed Jet to be lariated witn tne mustangs just outside the village, but he resoived to keep his eye upon animal whenever Split Ear was around. Somehow he could not rid himself of the idea that the athlete meant him mischief. He was not mistaken, as time proved. One fortunate thing for Rolly occurred the afternoon that he reached the Crow encampment. A halfbreed came ip from the south, and this fellow could speak tolerable Englis h, and made a pretty fair interpreter. Rolly formed the acquaintance of the halfbreed as soon as possible after his arrival-. He did not venture far at first. To tell who he was or to be anxious about the woman captive w ould lead to the suspicion that he was the camp interloper who did so much harm. Rolly learned that the bandit chief was a great friend of the


20 ROLLY ROCK Crow sachem, and he at once grasped at the fact to turn it to his own benefit. Throug)J. the halfbreed, whose name in English was F'ancy John, the boy told the n rave next m power to Leather Tongue that he was the son of the mountain robber captain, and had come on an errand pe!'taining to tne welfare of the outlaw. The cnief answered that the bandit was no friend of his; that Leather Tongue had been favored by him, and was, when allve, willing to return the favor, but he haa no reason to befriend him or his boy more than other whites. settled over the Crow camp, and Rolly was given quarters where he promised. to remain and make no attempt to. leave Rolly lay in his lodge a few hours, and then determined to go and take a look at Jet. 1Ie hardly believed that the horse would be disturbed, yet the boy could not rest until he had seen the noble fellow and been assured he was safe. 'The camp was quiet and Rolly met no one. He had been gone but .a. few minutes.. when a fonn ca.mec stealthily to the wigwam just vacated. Dropping upon all-fours,the figure crept cautiously around to the ent:rance..and, after listening-a:moment, entered; It was not. the figure of the athlete, but. that of the runner, at whose breast Rolly had leveled his revolver. Finding the lodge empty, the young Indian drew himself into as close a sittingposition as he could -occupy at the side of the wigwam, determined to await the arrival of the white boy. He had in his hand a large hunting-knife. He had shown less hatred than Split Ear, but his revengeful nature burned within him until he was goaded to a cowardly act. Half an hour passed, and then he drew clo ser down, for a step was heard from the outside. The interloper kept himself in position for instantaneous action. The figure that had come hesitated at the passway. The crouching Crow feared he had been seen, but he kept his position. Dis1:overed or not, he would drive his blade through the heart of the paleface who had forced him to yield to his demands at the muzzle of a revolver. The white boy came fa cautiously. He acted, at all events, as if he believed some one was there. As a cat watches a mouse, SO the revengeful savage watched the slow approach of. the white enemy. Nearer and nearer he came, until within reach of the well-nerved arm. Gathering all his strength, the young Crow sprang upon the figure with a muffled growl. His arm came down with all its power, and the sharp blade cut its way, like a flash, through the human flesh it met. A cry of pain followed. Two cries broke the stillness of the night. The s econd blade descended at the same instant as the fist. The assass in was stabbed as terribly as the one he had ass ulted. There was a shock to both. They shrank :from each other at fir st, then came together again in mortal combat. The lodge was dark and the figures could only be outlined, but -they slashed away with all their strength,_ each trying to shield himself, and at the same time to make a quick fatal end to the foe. Knife met knife; arm struck and warded off the fatal steel; blood flowed freely from occasional murderous slashings, and' ever and anon the growls of enraged men c.ould have been hen.rd for some distance away. They clinched at last and held each other too tightly to do much furtller harm. Then came a struggle for the mastery. It was the de sire of each to disarm his opponent. They fell toward the opening and rolled out into the glow of the moonlight, closely knotted together. .liy that time a score of .had been ai:oused and were congregating at the point of disturb ance. The combatants lay struggling. They were face to face, expending all of their wasting strength in the struggle for the mastery. All at once their heads. flew apart, eyes met eyes, their hands relinquished their holds and the combatants sat upright. Exclamations of surprise burst from. the lips of each at the same moment. Neither one looked upon the white boy. The runner had been struggling with Split Ear, who had visited the lodge for the same murderous work as the first. Rolly was there to witness the separation, and Fancy John learned from him the probable reason for the bloody contest. He had seen both the Crows enter his tepee and believed he understood what they were there for. Another night passed. and early in the day Fancy John came to him with the news. that both of the, would-be. avengers were dead. Furtheron in. the day the halfbreed. came .again with news that chilled the little hero with horror. CHAPTER XXL-Strange Old Man. When the bandit captain left his .house at Extonville he was in no agreeable frame of mind. "Every one. has turned against me," the. ovtlaw muttered, gritting his teeth. Thus Fazelo talked to himself as he dashed away into Giacomo Pass: He would go to the mountain inn. first. Applying the spurs vigorously, he dashed down through the shadowed pass, on through the pit, then out into the E?imlight up the winding valley to the unpretentious taverrr. Chester Ream, the landlord, met the captain at the door. "Has Terrill come?" Fazelo looked anxious as he spoke. "No. "Seth or Jake?" "N-0 "Heavens and earth! what's up?" "Run on ter that cat of a boy, I reckon." Rolly was one the trail of his mother, sure. Fazelo believed the landlord's solution of the matter correct. Before he had time to thip.k over the matte:r very much the landlord started toward the stable and motioned the bandit to follow. Fazelo knew that Ream had something to tell him, and he followed promptly. Dismounting, he led the horse to the barn. "What is it, Chet?" "There's an old man in the house. : The captain started perceptibly. His thoughts at once flew to Colonel Wallace. "But the old fellow is dead," came the consoling suggestion, "It can't be he." "Who is he?'" Fazelo asked, trying to show no concern. "Blamed ef I know; he's an' old snoozer, and. a doctor, too; he's done a good thing fer Tiger an' Bruce, but says their cases are bad." "He's not the same old man who left here in the stage with Tiger and Rolly Rock, then?" "Not a bit on't. That. old duffer was a big; pompous old cuss; this hyar feller is as thin as a shingle, an' older by twep.ty years, but11he's lightenin' in the medicine businessY


ROLLY ROCK 21 "How came he to see the boys?" "He writ his name down as Dr. Bleeker, er somethin' of that sort, an' I said to him, 'Be you a doctor?' an' he said, 'l be,' so, as the boys was sufferin' like blazes, I thought I'd better have the old herrin' look 'em over a bit." "Did he pry into our affairs at all?" "Not a mite, cap, but somehow I got the idea the old herrin' ain't on any business hyer but ter see what's goin' on. He said maybe he'd stay a week, an' maybe he'd stay but a day or two; he'd see." Che.ster Ream came out to the stable door, then, where the bandit captain stood. The horse had been cared for, and the two men went into the house. The barroom was empty. The old man who had been the subject of conversation 'was in the back room with the wounded men. Presently he came out .. Ream had not overdrawn the matter at all. The two men nodded as their eyes met. The landlord watched them closely, but dis covered nothing peculiar in the action of either. The fact was Fazelo did not believe he had even seen that face before, and to all appearances the old man had never met the bandit before. The white-haired physician stopped to talk but a min-te, and passed out of doors. As soon as his footsteps had died away Ream asked: "Well, what think ye, cap'n ?" see nothing out of the way. He is a stranger, and doubtless has business here. that is entirely his own affair. I doubt his having any money." "Maybe not, but I'm blamed ef I don't think he'll need watchin'." .''Well, watch him, then. As for me, I'm going to the Crow encampment." "To see the woman?" "I want you to get my gold out of the cellar and -put it into .shape ior carry upon the stage . Pack the two boxes hidden in the wall, northeast corner, in a trunk. Make the rest of the filling of any light material. I am going East with -.hat I .have secured, and shall return with my property in different shape, and then see what is to be done. You have got enough, Chet, to re on, and have been wishing for months to get out of this unlawful business of borrowing by compulsion, and at the mouth of a revolver." "y er mighty right, cap, got enough of it. I hev grown awful sick on it in the last few days." "Where is your money; Chet?" "Mine's in the southeast corner, a-hind stones of the wall, and Tige's, Bruce's and the :fellers' what's dead is altogether in the southwest corner, and the other trinklets undivided am in the northwest corner." The two men in conference had not closely watched for the return of the old doctor. Neither one knew that a pair of sharp, black eyes were watching them. or that a pair of acute ears were gathering in all that they said, and yet such was the case. The old cloctor had their secret, and he was fully resolved to make use of it. CHAPTER XXII.-Cleaned Out. When Fazelo went out to the stable to get his horse, he noticed the old doctor coming from the rear of the as if he had been for a tramp along the base of the mountain. The bandit soon appeared, mqi.mted, and as he rode past the tavern both Ream and the physician stood in the door. .a wave of the hand, Fazelo galloped away. Mighty fine man that,'' the host remarked, turning to the old guest. Jhe:;e was J?O response. Hes a busmess man, a good one; I know him fer he's stopped with me many a time" the lord continued. No reply to this. "What do ye think of him, doctor, anyhow?" Chester Ream acted and the tone of his voice indicated that he was a little vexed. "He is a to me," the guest returned. "I do not form opmions readily. I can tell better after further acquaintance." This satisfied the host to some extent-not entirely. _"He is rich, they say," Ream continued. .-"Did he get it honestly?" came the quick return. The innkeeper cringed a 1ittle. He turned upon the old man, savagely, but did give to the words which came up to his hps. A pair of ebony-black eyes met his own with a steadfast gaze. "Of course he got it honestly. How did ye suppose he got his money?" _"I have no opinion to offer. I simply asked the question." "Ye tell all ye think. If ye 'didn't think somethm ye wouldn't ask the question. "Mr. Ream, I don't mistrust that man any more than I do yourself. Why should I?" Very wisely the inkeeper cut short the conversation by going away from the door. He determined not to say more to the old fellow at present but to watch him, and if he proved to be a spy or detective to take means to rid the place of him forever. Ream t9ok the first opportunity he could get to talk with Bruce and Tiger. He told them that he believed the doctor was a wolf iri shee_p's clothing, but neither of the wounded men1 had seen anything to awaken their suspi ciops. By nightfall the Blue Globe was pe-culiarly quiet. The two sick men were restless, the landlord was gloomy and the white-haired medical man reticent. Dinner had been late on account of the travelers stopping, and supper was equally so. It was almost bedtime before the table was spread. The do!!tor was_ allowed full sway in the kitchen, for it was necessary for 'him to have the stove for preparing warm drinks and surface applications for his patients. While the hostess was spreading the table the old man quickly lifted the lid of the teapot and dropped into the vessel a little substance whicH he had between thumb and finger, and then dropped the lid again. He worked away at his poultices as if unmindful of anything going on around him. ordered, when supper was ready, that the two wounded men have a cup of tea with some plain toast. Half an hour after the evening meal had been finished the doctor found the matron of the inn fast asleep in her chair by the stove1 and a minute later he found Chester Ream with his head on his arms at the low counter in the barroom, unconscious of He shook the landlord vigorously, but he was as limp and


I 22 ROLLY ROCK senseless as a bag of jelly. Tiger and Bruce were, for the time being, out of their sufferings. ''Now for work," the old man said to himself, as he picked up a candle and started for the cellar. A rude ladder led 1nto the windowless apartment below, which had nothing unnatural in appearance. The sides were stoned up, but no mor tar had been used. The old man was not long in finding a spot where the stones could be removed and a passway made into a second apartment much larger, but windowless also. The investigator elevated his candle and looked about the room. There' were several chairs, a table, two or three cots upon the floor, while upon the wall there hung numerous suits of clothes. One to enter the place would not suspect that it was a secret den for road-agents, for nothing brilliant or costly-was displayed. As men congregated ther e only to secrete their treasure, it was not made a stronghold. One minute of time was sufficient to satisfy the curiosity of the doctor. Setting down his candle, he went firi::t to the northeast corner to look for the captain's money. The keystone was soon found and, after removing that, others came -0ut easily. Two iron boxes, sbc: or eight inches square, were taken out. They were exceedingly heavy. The old man careft!Uy replaced the stones and then went to the southwest corner. From this another iron box was taken. Each cotner was visited, and each turned out its deposit to the old man. Five boxes in all, and alI heavy. Further search was made, but t11e work was fruitless. The treasures were carried into the main cellar and the stone wall built uf as it had been found. Box by box the store o wealth was carried from the little tavern and away. With the last box was carried a coil of wire which was found hanging in the kitchen. Bands of wire were wrapped around each casket of gold, and then by a rod SOJe ten foot long lowered to the bed of the stream and the end of the wire secured below the surface of the water. Thus each box was buried, and so securely that no one would find it. The work completed, the old man went back to the tavern, carefully dressed the wounds of the two bandits, wrote a line and placed it near the sleeping landlord, and took his departure. Not until near morning did the inn-keeper awake. Goin"' back to the barroom, his eyes fell upon the ;ote left for him to read. He caught up the scrap of paper, gazed upon it for a moment, and then dropped it, with a curse, and rushed for the cellar. The note read : "CHESTER REAM: "Your game is up! The ill-gotten gains of yourself as well as those of Captain Fa:zelo, are gone. The' sub-cellar was poor security. Your only means of escaping death by hanging is flight. I, as a victim of the mountam bandits, have suffered and shall show no mercy. "DR. ROGER BLEEKER." When Chester Ream came up from the cellar he was as pale as a ghost, and the candle shook from the trembling'Jof his handCHAPTER XXIII.-Father and Son. It was almost nightfall when Fancy John found Rolly down on the flat where the horses were corral ed. "There has a white man come," John said; "he is the mountain king." "He is my father." "So you told me before. Don't you want to see him?" "Not at present. What has he come for?" "He is looking for a white woman." Rolly brightened. Here was his chance. "What has become of her?" Rolly asked anxi-ously. "She was carried away." "By whom?" "A wild rider-a man all covered with hair, like a bear." The boy started, an expression of deep anxiety sweel>ing over his face. "Why did not the Crows stop him. He i.s a madman." "He came as the whirlwind and swept her away. The braves followed, many of them, upon their mustangs, and brought back you." While they were talking Rolly looked up toward the encampment and saw the tall figure of a white man approaching. "Mr father is c'oming, John. Leave me, please; I wisli to him alone. Rolly watched the man as he advanced. As he drew near a smile lit up his face. He extended his hand, exclaiming: "Rolly, my boy, I am glad to see you!" "We meet under painful circumstances," the lad returned, eyeing the bandit closely. The man winced at the way the boy spoke. "You are here in quest of your mother, Rolly?" "I am." "Yes, Rolly, she must be found." "What think you of the bandits who kidltapped her?" the boy asked, gazing squarely into the face of the man before him. "They are desperate fellows. They took all my money, as well as my wife. They must be pun ished." The troubled man paced the turf for a minute, and then coming back to the starting point he said, hoarsely: "I am no longer an outlaw. Rolly Rock has done his work. My men have fallen, nearly all of them, in the past three days. What have escaped bullets have deserted me and gone. I stand to-day alone, penitent, because I am weak. Will you join me in the search for your mother, my wife?" "I shall search for her, surely. You can do the same. 'Ve will go together or separately, as you choose." "We will go tegether, then." "As say." They left the Crow encampment without an7 objections being raised by the Indians. The horsemen rode up the valley for several mites:. Night. set in about them. Finally they turtled


ROLLY ROCK 23 iuto a narrow cut. Rolly believed that the wild Marks Black had taken to that cover after vanquising the bandit Terrill and .seizing upon the horse and weapons. It wa.S a gloomy place. Fazelo, brave man as he was, hesitated. Perhaps it was a premonition. Cert.a.inly, had he known what was before him, he would have wheeled his horse and sped from the place. CHAPTER XXIV.-Exchange of Shots. The man's position was an unpleasant one. He was the leader of a gang of outlaws, and his son an enemy, and a dre{J.ded one, too, of these desperadoes. The boy could but look upon his father as a man unworthy of the name, and there was an absence of that filial affection which should bind those together holding that relationship. Rolly had seen but very little of his father. The horsemen could see what was before them now and mark out a safe path. For some time after the moon came out the two rode on, every moment on the alert. Of a sudden both horses were brought to a standastill. A wild, weird cry broke out on the stillness of the gorge. Rolly had heard it once before. "It is the lunatic," he said, turning to the bandit . Scarcely were the last words before a human figure was visible in the moonlight. "The tadpole is abroad to-night." The words were followed by a clillcklmg laugh. "I have come to make you a visit, Mr. Black. Shall we go to your house?" Rolly returned, calmly, and in his most persuasi:ve voice. "Certainly my humble abode is not far away. My father h'as come, as I -knew he would, so I am happy once again-as happy as a June bug on a sweet-potato vine. Come!" The crazy man turned and led way down tlie narrow gulch. Just at that time he had reached a narrow pass upon a shelf of rock some ten or twelve feet above the river. He stopped here and. turned to the followers. The moon upon the bandit's face. Black gazed upon it for a moment, and then gave a cry of the most startling nature. he, the demon of the pass!" the madman cried. "He is the one who kept my father away from me so long, and now he shall die!" Then followed a mocking, demoniac laugh. Scarcely had the dismal sounds died away when there came the sharp report of a . Mar.ks Black had fired full upon the band;t ch1eftam. The man sat motionless for a second or two, and then whipped out a rev0lver and returned the shot. The madman sa"nk to the rock, to the very edge, and in a struggle to regain his feet lost nis balance and fell, headforemost, over the verge of the stone base b e low. Fazelo saw him disappear. He turned quickly to Rolly and exclaimed, in a hoarse whisper: "My boy, I am done for." Rolly had scarcely time to comprehend what had taken place when a voice fell upon his ear. It was not the voice of either of the wounded men. An old man stood upon the rock just where Marks Black had fired. The voice and figure were bo\h familiar to the boy. "Grandfather!" "Rolly, bless my eyes, what is the trouble?" -It was Colonel Wallace who had appeared. The bov explair.ed in a few words, and added: -"But I thought you dead!" "Not by a long shot; but is your father badly hurt?" "I fear so; he said a moment ago he was done for." "Let us see Colonel Wallace went to the bandit's side and fond the man apparently insensible. "We had better go to the grotto," the old man said. "I tliink I can support the--the-Mr. How. ard in his position as he is conveyed." The colonel led the way, walking close be5ide the horse and holding firmly upon the wounded man. One minute's time was sufficient to reach the grotto. Here another surprise was in store for the boy. Mrs. Howard came forward and greeted him affectionately. She did not know what had taken place, but she had heard the voice of the boy, and she thought of nothing else. The lady was startled when the fi:tcts were related to her, She shuddered, and then, composing herself, said: "Let Fernando be brought in." The helpless bandit was taken down and car ried into the little retreat. It was a rocky recess some ten feet deep, the front being walled up by stones. Fazelo was laid down upon a bed of dried leaves and grass and a light procured. A little animal oil in a clam shell, with a cotton string for a wick, served for a lamp. The bandit's wound was in the breast, and a serious one. "Do you think he will live?" Mrs. Howard asked. "I don't believe he can, but we will do all that can be done to save him." That dutv was soon performed, and the colonel turned to Rolly and said: "We muat lcok after Black. He has done much for us, and may need our attention." The boy thought there was no donbt about it. After the two had left the grotto, Rolly asked: "How in the name of all that's wonderful came you here, grandfather?" "Come by boat. I was chloroformed and set adrift by t:he robbers-at least by some one. I was partially conscious. I knew something of what was taking nlace, but had not physical force to resifit. I floated down here in a semi conscious condition, and just at davn1 was discovered by the crazy fellow, who called me his fa ther and took me in and cared for me most kindly. But here we are. See this. The man is insensible or dead." They took the body up, for it was not heavy, and carried it to the grotto. Daylight came, and with it a revival in the condition of Fazelo. He opened his E:yes and gazed about him. He s e emed to realize what had taken place/. A -hand w::ts held out to his wife, who was kneeling by his sid e She took it tenderly, s aying: "Yc u are bC'tter, Fernando?" "The wretch has killed me, Belle. That maniac has sent a bullet so near my heart that I srall never recover. Why should he have done it,'' "Because you made him what he is." The words came in a strange male voice All eyes were turned to the door of the grotto, where they fell upon the erect form of a white-haired old man.


24 ROLLY ROCK CHAPTER XXV.-The Wind-up. The man who spoke was Dr. Bleeker. He had entered unobserved, as the atte:ition of every one at that moment was directed t oward the w ounded bandit. The old physician then hastened to examine the wounds of the m a dman. A strange, gurgling sound coming from Captain Fazelo at: tracted the wife's attention. Rising quickly, she s tepped to the side of the newcomer and, touching him gently on the ,arm, asked: "Are you a physician?" The old man bowed. "My husband, I fear, is dying; will you see?" Doctor Bleeker went at once to the bandit. Fazelo was breathing with difficulty, but he spoke: "Who are you?" he asked. "I am Roger Bleeker, of New York." "Why are you here?" "I am, or was, in quest of my son, whose reason you dethroned months ago. My son and myself came on the stage from Sacramento with a large amount of gold early in the spring. While in the pass we were robbed by yourself and murderous gang. My son resisted, and was hit a 'heavy blciw upon the head. He fell from the coach and I thought him dead. I started to fol low when the driver put whip to the horses1 and' we flew on. The next morning I returned to the pit, but there was no trace of my I gave him up for dead. A m51nth ago I of a madman in the mountams, and, hopmg It might be Marks, I came, and I find him at the door of death. It was you who struck him at the coach for I saw your face, and his death now will be upon your soul." Fazelo listened to the words, but made no Teply. He had bra ced himself for the minute, and a react.ion came. "My gold is at the Blue Globe-Ream will tell you where," the dying man said to his wife, and after a few a-asps for breath he expired. The doctor 0 turned his attention again to the wounded maniac. About the hour of dawn Marks opened his eyes for the first time since his injury. He gazed for a little time at the doctor, and then exclaimed: "Father, what has ha_ppened ?" . "His reason is returmng," the physician said. The man did n o t recognize any one present but hii> father, and all w a s as a dream when his ex ploits were related by the boy. Rolly asked the doctor how it c a me that the son' s name was Black. "It is not the old man r eplied. "But he ca'll e d himself Marks Bl a ck." "A freak of his insanity. I rem ember now that when a youth he used to say his name was Bl a ck, fer the r e a s on that black was ble aker tha n b r o wn or any other color; therefore if bla c k w a s bleaker, his name was as muc h Black a s Bl e ek er. It was s imply so me of his b o y is h nons e n s e Early t h a t m orni n g Roll y mounted J e t and went to Extonvill e A v e hicle was brought as n ear the grotto a s possible, and the w ounded man by means of a litter c arried. to it and the n t o th. e mountain vill a ge. The remams of the dead bandit was also c arri ed there for burial. Mr. Howard e njoined upon the doctor the necessity of keeping her secret, and it was The report went out that Mr. Howard was lulled by the bandits and another member of the party badly injured. Ten days passed and Marks Blecker, under the care of his efficient father, was able to start upon the eastward journey. He was fully rational, and laughed over what he had done when his pranks were related by Rolly and Colonel Wallace The maniac, believing the old man taken from the river to be his father, was ever obedient. The crazy fellow told something to the colonel of the white boy he met, and the white lady among the Crows, and the old gentlemen sent him out to find them, wtth m(St fortunate results. As the mission of Colonel Wallace and Madaline to Extonville had been to try and persuade the wife of Fernando Howard to leave the place and her depraved husband, their work had not been in vain. The whole party arranged to go together. The cobble-stone house was sold and a large coach purchased that would carry the whole company. Julia, the maid of Mrs. Howard, refused to al' company the party, for what reason the lady did not know, until Jack Runnels, the stage-driver, put in an appearance and claimed her. When they drew up in front of the Blue Globe no one came out to receive them. The door was locked and the inn deserted. The two aged men and Rolly went down to the stream, and Dr. Bleeker very soon fished up tne wirtcs, and a few minutes later the five boxes were pulled upon the bank. At Gladbast the truv<.!lers learned that a week before Chester Ream, with his wife and two sick men, had passed that point, headJ d for M' At Gladbast Colonel Wallace sr.on adjusted his affairs, and the party moved eastward, until a railroad line was reached, 1 which gave conveyance to the Atlantic Coast. Jet, of course, was shipped and kept by Rolly as long as the horse lived. The fancy that Madaline took to the brave boy on the night of her trouble grew into deep love and was fully returned. Five years after reaching the great ci t y she became Mrs. Rolly Howard, wlic was then treasurer and a heavy stockholder in the bank of which Colonel Wallace was presi dent. Mrs. Howard married again, and happily. She was then in full possession of her fifty thou sand. M arks Black remaine d s ane and became once more an effici ent aid in his father's importing husiJLes s. The old gentleman gave up the practice of medicine. Next week's issue will c ontain "HIS LAST CHANCE; OR, UNCLE DICK'S FORTUNE." Be A Detective Make Secret Investigations Earn Big Money. Work home or travel. Fascinating work. Excellent opportu nity. Experience unnecessary. Partio ulars free. Write: GEORGE R. WAGNER Det e etive Training Depwrtment 2190 Broadway, New York


PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER II. A Challenge. "Those brutes!" panted the boy, glaring at the tramps. "Harmless as pttens!" assured Adams. "They are our prisoners." "Gee I Did you feHows capture them?" "Yes. What were they doing with you?" "Beating me because I attempted to run away from them.'" "Then you are not with them because you wish to be?" "No, indeed. I was stolen by Scotty.'' He pointed at the tramp Al had captured, and that ugly-looking customer scowled, and with the, scrubby bristles on his bloated face fairly standing on end, he roared at the boy: "You dare ter sav a word and I'll kill yer!" His words made the little chap shiver and draw closer to Al; but he .had some courage now, and he went on bravely: "Yes, he stole me from old Mrs. Drew, inNew York, and said he was going to make me help him in his thieving games as he went from town to town with the gang he traveled with. My name fs Bud Roy. What's yours?" "Oh, he did, did he?" asked Al, and he told Bud his name. "Yes; and when I refused to do as he asked me to he gave me the worst beatings I ever had. My body is all covered with black-and-blue marks from the lickings hC' gave me.'' A shout from Ed Turner interrupted him, and as Al whirled around to see what occasioned it, he &aw another tramp had sneaked out of the bushes, cut the bonds of two of his friends, and the three had started off on a dead run for the river. "After them!" cried Al, excitedly. And he led the chase, followed by his three friends. Desperation lent speed to the flying tramps, and they reached the water's side far in advance of the boys and leaped into a boat. By the time the young athletes reached the river bank the trio of hobos were far from the shore. There were plenty of goocis ized stones on the shore, and when the boys sent a shower of them fiying after the boat the tramps pulled at the oars with such strength that they quickly got out of range. "Can't do any more here," said Al. "Let's go back to the other two and take them to the Widwood police station.'' And back they went. But when they; reached the tramps' camp the two remaining men were gone, and the boy they had saved was seen running up the road as fast as he could go. "We are cheated out of our prisoners," Mid Al. "But the boy will be safe enough now, a:fld when we catch up with him we can see what is to be done with him. Hello! What's thatr--a carriage coming?" The pounding of horses' hoofs was heard, and a moment afterward a very pretty pony and phaeton came around the bend in the road. It was being driven by a very handsome young ;; "irl in stylish clothing, and her coachman held one end of a halter-rope over the rear of the carriage, while the other rope was tied around the neck of one of the tramps who had escaped! The villain was running as fast as he could go to keep up with the speed of the pony, for if he had not done so he would have been choked. The plump cheeks of the girl were flushed, and her dark blue eyes were sparkling with excitement as she reined in close to the boys. "Jennie Harlow!" Al exclaimed in pleased tones. "Hello, Al I I've caught one of them for you, with the aid of Patrick!" laughed thelittle beauty. "It wouldn't do to let them all get away, you know. Sorry we couldn't get the other one, too; but he waded into the river and was picked up by his friends in a rowboat." "What did you know about the affair, "Saw the whole thing," she answered. "We were behind the bend when you boys attacked the rogues. I must say I admired the fearless way you went to that iittle fellow's aid. But you should have left a guard over the two men who remained. No sooner were yor backs turned when the pair got up and ran away with their hands tied behind their backs.'' "And you chased them with your horse?" "I hated to see you cheated out of the chance to put them in jail, so we went off after them. Patrick raught this one when he stumbled and fell. Then he harnessed him behind the phaeton as you see him now." "Good for you, Patrick!" "Who was the little boy?" "A stolen child named Bud Roy." "Kidnapped by the tramps?" "So he said. There he is up the road waiting for us." "Take him home with me in the carriage and see if I can get papa interested in him. He seems to be in need of friends jus t now. Patrick can take the prisoner to jail." "It is awfully good of you, Jennie," said Al, soberly. A silvery peal of laughter escaped her pretty mouth, and she n:idded to the boys and drove toward the little stranger, while the coachman led the tramp away by the' rope, which was still around hi s neck. The four bo y s gazed after her and saw her take the boy into the carriag e and head for the town. "Al, that's a worth having," said Nick with a g1in. "Hadn't we bette1 finish our run?" hinted Al. "All ready!" announced Fred as he started off at a brisk trot. There was not much talking while the boys were nmning, as it used up their breath, so they reached the two-mile oak, which was their mark, am!, turning it, they started on the return. Nothing was ;.:een of Jennie, the tramps, or their protege along the road; but when they reached the. club-house there were half a dozen of


26 PLUCK AND LUCK the Midwood Juniors ip bathing trunks swimming off the float. Every one greeted Al and his pack with a yell. "Something doing," commented the young captain, as all the boys in the water came a shore and began beckoning excitedly to them. "No wonder," chuckled Nick. "There's Jim Drew at the gym." He referred to a dudish ooy of s eventeen, with red hair and a pug nose, who stood regarding them with a sneel'ing smile. "Hello, Adams!" said he, as the captain of the Midwoods walked up to him. "I've been waiting for you for some time." "Oh, have you?" coolly asked Al. "What a pity you were put to so much trouble, Drew. Really, I am sorry for you! What do you want of me?" The young snob got red in the face and snapped in surly tones: . "I've brought you a challenge.". "Indeed! Who .from-the Mercury boys?" ... "From the Mercury Athletic Club!" st. itfly cor. rected Drew. "Hand it' over." . Drew took an, envelope from his i}ocket and gave it to. Al, and he tore it open. All the boys crow;ded around as he read alo .ud: "To the Midwood Junior Athletic Club: "You are hereby challenged to meet .the Mercury Athletic Club in a game of base-ball, to be played on the South Common at 2 p. m. on Saturday, July 3. The trophy will be one-half of the gate receipts. An immediate reply is desired. "Mercury Athletic Club. "Per T. Knox, Secretary." There was a deep silence for an instant after Al finished reading this announcement, and then the boys let out a yell, and every one of them began to shout to their captain to accept the challenge. "Well?" demanded Drew at last, impatiently. "Yon can see for yourself what the club thinks about it as a body," answered Al, smilingly. "But I shall call a meeting to di s cu s s your bid to play agains t us, and I am pretty confident that it will be accepted." "All right," was the reply. "We shall be ready for you." When he was gone the angry boys hooted after him and if he heard a small fraction of the bitte:i7 remarks they made.agains t hi s club he would have realiz e d what a hornets nest he had stirred up. A me eting was at once called in the club-house, the challenge was unanimou sly accepted, and the secretary of the club wrote to the Mercury Athletic Club that they would play them on the date specified. This done, the y returned to th11 float, and as Al and hi s pack of runners had put on bathing costumes, they were soon in the river with the rest and were enjo )'ing a g ood, cool swim. Half an hour later all hand s went to their several home s for their breakfas t s feeling a s strong and healthy a s their athletic training in the open air could make them. The r e wa s a surpris e in store for Al when he reached hi s home, for hi s mother hande d him a letter which she had brought from the po s t-office. When he opened it and glanced at the signature he was amazed to see that it was s i g n ed b y G eorge Harlow, the rich banker. CHAPTER UL-Accused of a Crime. "My son," said the widow, her kind, motherly face wearing an anxious expres sion as she sat down to the breakfast table wi1;h Al, "that letter <;eems to have made you feel .very uneasy." "It has puzzled me, admitted the boy. "It's from Mr. Harlow."' "Do you mind telling me what it contains?" "I have no objection at all, mother. Here it is-read it." He handed it to her, and she read the following lines: "Mr. Albert call at my: house this evel}ing at eight o'clock. I wish to see you on important business, regarding a robbery. It is a matter which you may be familiar.. If so, you can come prepared to tell. me all you know about it. "Yours .truly, . "George Harlow." Mrs. Adams laid do"Wn the letter, and_ a worried e11;pression on her face s}le glanced fixedly at her boy and asked in nervous tones: "Do you know anything about this robbery?" i "Not the thing," was Al's emphatic reply. "Is the letter a joke ? "George Harlow is one of the most serious men I ever met." "There is something mysterious in this allusion. It looks like a hint that you had better make a confession of guilt to him." "I am at a loss to understand it!" declared the boy. "But I sha11 call on the old gentleman at the. hour he named and find out what he means. ( never knew before that h e was robbed." They fini s hed their breakfast in silence, and after the young athlete had done several errands for hi s mother he went out. He had an engagement on the diamond near the club-house with the: nine who were to play the Mercury team to coach them that morning. They were all on hand by ten o'clock, and proved to be a fine lot of fellows, all about Al's age. In addition to Marsh, Abby and Turner, there were Joe Winters Dick Nel s on, Harry Chase, Ben Rich and Sam Burt. They v.-er. e all good ballplayers, but Al had been studying their way of working, and had decided to change their positions on the diamond. And he now told them so. "I intend to keep my place in the box," he said to the boy s "and Nick shall continue to catch. But the rest of you will have to take your positions in the following ord er: Abby, fir s t base; Turner, s econd, and Winte r s on third. Nelson will go to right fie ld, Cha s e to left, Rich, short-stop, and Burt to c enter field." "What's the object o f the change?" asked Win ters "It i s done b ecaus e I have seen that y ou could' play thos e po s ition s better than y;ou coul d the po sition s y ou held before." (To be continued.) ;


PLUCK AND LUCK 27 PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, APRIL 13_, 1927 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBE:RS Single C opies ....... .......... . Postage J!'ree 8 c ents One Copy T h1ee Month s . . . . $1. 00 pne Copy Si x M onths........... :.!.00 '"On e Copy One Year........ ...... 4.00 C anada, $4. 50 ; F o r e i g n $5. 00 HOW TO SEND l\IONEY-At our risk send P. O. Mon e y Order, Chec k o r Regi s t e r e d L etter; r emittance s in any other way a r e a t your r i s k W e a c c ept Pos t a g e Stamps the sam e cas h. Whe n sending silver wra p the Coin in a separate piece o f pap e r t o avorn cutting the enve lope. Write your n a m e and address plainly. .Address l ette r s to -WESTBURY PUBLISHING CO., Inc. 140 Cedar Street, New York City. l"KED ){NIGHT, Pres. and Treas. B. W MARR, Vice-Pres. and Sec. INTERESTING AkTlCLES BARBER USES VIOLIN A Brixton barber in England has hit upon the novel id e a o f entertaining his patrons, and more -especially his patroness e s with violin solos wlnle their hair is being dress ed. The process of bobbin g or is a and t e dious one for the woman m the chair, and barbe r s are sometime s at their wits' end to know how to keep up an interesting fl.ow of chatter. LEGLESS VENDOR LIVES IN HOTEL When Roller Skate Pete was reluctant to shake the dust of Lancaster, Pa., police started an investigation. They found Pete had come to town in a large automobile and that he had quarte.ced his wife in a downtown hotel before starting to sell pencils on the streets The man obtained his nickname from the fact that he travels about on roller skates attached to the stubs of what were his legs. Police say the man's wife was fashionably dres sed and appeared 19e ll supplied with money. DEVOID OF BEAUTY SHOPS A village of Samsons a n d Delilahs, in a broadly figu1ative way, is Arlington, Ill., a community of 700 population, for the town boasts net barber. Main street is as devoid of beauty shops as it is of barber pole s and haircutting i s reduced to a manual art of self-impo sition unleEs the flappers and the sheiks want to go s omeplace else. Even an itinerant barber, like the old-fashioned umbrella mender, would find hospitality in Arlington, thinks Jame s Farmer, a barber of La Salle. ECLIPSES OF SUN AND MOON OCCURRING IN 1927 Three eclipses of the sun and two eclipses of the ntoon are listed in the calendar for 1927. The first of these occurr,;d on Jan. 3 and was called the annular eclipse of the sun. The second eclipse will be that of the moon. It will occur on June 15 and the totality belt will be visible in parts of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, on the continents of North and South America and in Australia. An 1!clip s e o f the sun that will attract great att ention will take place on June 29. The. line ot totality will pass frdm the Atlantic across the Iris h S e a, North Wales England from the Dee to the Tees, the North Sea, part of Scandinavia, the Arctic, northeast of Siberia, Bering Sea and the Aleutian I s lands . The s e cond total eclipse of the moon is due on D ec. 8 and its totality belt will be vi s ible in the Pacific Oc e an, Aus t r alia, the Indian Ocean, Asia, Africa, eastern part of Europe and the northern part of N.orth America. The las t eclip s e of the year will be a partial eclipse of the sun on Dec. 24. This will be visible onl y in the Southern Pacific Ocean, the Indiall Ocean and in the Anarctic region s LAUGHS HISTORICAL RESEARCH "Things have come to a pretty pass," said Leonidas at Thermopylae.-Yale Record. WANT AD Wanted-Sorority girl with wooden leg to stir home brew.-N. Y. Medley. AN I 0. U. .An I. 0. U. is another one of those paper waiU., -M. I: T. Voo Doo. THREE TIMES AND OUT "I can't marry that woman." "Why not?" "I've divorced her three times now."-Cornell Widow. NOT THAT "Are you a student?" "No; I just go to college here."-Lafayette Lyre. AFTER EFFECTS "Hello!" "I beg your pardon! You've made a mistake. "Aren't you the little girl I kissed at the party last night?" "Must have been sister. She's sick."-Princetou Tiger. ROUND NUMBERS "I kill e d forty-nine birds yesterday. "Why didn't you kill one more and make it a round fifty?" "Well, forty-nine is aro und fifty, isn't it?" -Vanderbilt Masquerader. WRONG NUMBER Visitor i Can you tell me if Bill Jones is up in his room? Frosh: Sorry, there's nobody horn\ on the top floor! Visitor: Oh, excuse me. I'll ask someone else. -Columbia Jester.


28 PLUCK AND LUCK The Boy Government Scout "Look out!" "Wah Ho! Wah Ho! Wah Ho!" Jack Dean dodged down behind the rock&just in time, as his comrade, Old Montana, the veteran scout, caught him by the arm, an'd uttered the words of warning. There sounded the chorus of wild Sioux war'Whoops. A shower of bullets whistled about the rocks "We have got to look sharp, boyee, or we'll lose our hair," continued old Montana. Jack Dean was a mere boy not more than eighteen. But he already filled a position of responsibility and trust, for he was one of General Miles' scouts. The Messiah craze among the Sioux was at its height. The ba-nd of Sitting Bull was encamped near the Lands. of Dakota.,.. and while scouting along the confines of those strange, wild, and al most inac. cessible wastes, seeking for the camv of the great Indian chief, upon whom they had received government orders to spy, Jack and Oid Montana detected. Then began the .race -for life. Sitting Bull's band ran the two scouts to the defile mentioned. But the bz:ave. fellows were well mounted, and they had pressed on until, as th0eir horses were giving ont, Old Montana led the way to their pres-ent hiding-place. ; They. had placed their horses behind the ledges that sheltered them. The scouts had plenty of ammunition, and. they were armed with repeating Remingtons, revolvers and hunting-knives. Light was approaching. If the besieged scouts could ofil.y beat off the savages until darkness fell, there was still a chance they might,elude, the enemy. A terrible yell from a redskin echoed through the defile, as Old Montana worked the trigger .of his rifle, and the loud, crashing detonations rang out, like a report from a batttry of many guns. A tall Sioux, who was at the head of the two score savages, who charging up the defile on their ponies at full speed, tumbled from his steed, and in less time than it takes to record it, four others of the howling red fiends fell. : Old Montana emptied his rifle. Leaping back as he discharged the last bullet from his Remington, Old Montana cried out: "Now, then, boyee ; T-hrow yer lead like lightning and make every bullet tell!" Jack Dean leaped to the old scout's place. While the latter reloaded, Jack opened fire on the foe. The lad was a dead shot, and there was not a single tremor in his arms as he held the leveled rifle. His eyes flashed. His fine handsome face was all aglow, with the light of a brave spirit. The pandemonium of battle was terrible. Nothing more frightful than an Indian battle can be imagined. 1 Still the painted demons, some of whom were clad in white, blood-stained ghost-dance shirts, came on. But as Jack discharged his last shot there was a halt. A tall warrior, wearing the full eagle feathered headckess of a great chief, suddenly appeared in the r".ar of .the charging band, and himself on his white mustang, whose sleek sides were streaked with red and yellow paint, he waved his crimson blanket. "Sitting Bull!" cried Jack. "Ye:i, boyee! As shure as shootin', that's old Bull himself!" replied Old Montana. He had given the blanket "signal." It meant "fall The Sioux wheeled their ponies, and r.couching over the necks of the sturdy animals, sent them flying back to meet the great chief. Jack uttered a joyful cry. Old Montana looked absolutely amazed, and he e;aid, hastily: "This yere beats me! What made old Sitting Bull call on his bloodhounds, when, if they had Kept on in the face of our bullets, they would have made sure of us?" "Well, he's a respite.. That's the main thing. Now if. we could only get. our horsesup the ledges, behind these .rocks . Since the animals have. had a short rest, we. might give the reds an other race," said Jack. "That's so.". "Hello! There comes old Sitting Bull now!" "Yes. He's riding right toward us." "And he's waving a white ghost shirt." "That's a fact. It's the 'peace signal.' The next moment the guttural tones of the great leader of the Sioux ghost-dancers reached the brave scouts, who were hemmed in there in the terrible "Bad Lands.'' "Wah! Chief wants to have a talk with the Sitting Bull, in good English. All right, InJun, go ahead! We .are a-listenin' to ye," Old Montana shouted back. "The redmen have caught the palefaces in a trap, and they will take their scalps unless if they have Red Fawn, the chief's dau'gh ter, they will send her back to the chief unharmed," continued Sitting Bull. "What does he mean? We have made no cap tive!" said Jack in a whispe1. "That's so. An' we haven't even seen an In jun gal since the ghost-dancers discovered us near their camp an' chased us here," responded old Montana. "Come, come!" cried Sitting Bull. "Let the palefaces speak, and answer the chief!" "Waal, redskin," shouted O,ld Montana, "sup pose we send ye back the gal all right, what will ye do then?" "Then the chief will leave the pale faces to go in peace,'' responded Sitting Bull at once. ) "By mighty, boyee! I wish we did hev a holt of Red Fawn. But-Great Scott! What's that?" Just then a fragment of rock from the lofty ledges above, and directly in the rear of the position occupied by the two scouts, dropped at old Montana's feet. He caught up the rock. About it a piece of bleached deerskin was wrapped. The scout unfolded the deerskin. "Whew! what's this?" he exclaimed. 1 "Writing-writing, as I live!" exclaimed Jack, looking over his shoulder. "Yes. Read it, boyee.'' Jack immediately read the following message, 'I


PLUCK AND LUCK which was written on the deerskin in a neat, girl ish hand: "I am a prisoner .seeking to escape from the Sioux. MYRA MORTON." -Just then Old Montana glanced up at the tall ledge from whence 'the message had dropped. "Hello! Look there, qoyee!" Jack glanced up at the ledge. Then he, too, saw what the veteran had first discovered. Upon the top of the ledge stood a beautiful girl, evidently a real Indian maid, for her face was copper color, she had long black hah: and midnight eyes, and she was dress ed in the and bearded costume of a Sioux princess. "Red Fawn, I'll swar! She looks just as Rodger said that Injun gal did. An' she is. an Injun gal, dead sure. Maybe this 'ere Mary Morton, that.. writ ther note, got the Injun gal to go up thar. an' throw it down to us," said Old Montana. "That may be, and yet--" A wild cry from the ledge .cut short what Jack was about to say further. The scouts beheld two huge warriors suddenly spring into view on the ledge beside the girl. They at once shouted to Sitting Bull in the In dian tongue, but neither Old Montana nor Jack understood just what they said. The great chief set up an exultant yell. It was taken up and echoed by his braves, and Jack and Old Montana glanced apprehensively at the hostile band. An instant\later, when they again glanced up at the ledge. the Indian girl and the two warriors bad vanis hed. And the two scouts had no time to reflect upon the mystery. On came the red :fiends again in a mad charge. Deadly and fierce :was the conflict that ensued. But the Sioux charged desperately, and they rode over the barrier behind which the devoted scouts Hand to hand Jack and his old pard fought them, for they could not retreat further. Jack and Old Montana were quickly overpow ered. Then, while they yelled and danced about them, the red fiends bound them hand and foot, and mounting them on their own horses, marched them awav to the ghost-dancers' camp. When Sitting Bull's stronghold, near the Bad Lands, was reached; Jack and the old scout were marched to a large teepee,. and thrus t into the shelter. But, as they entered the lodge, they both caught a glimpse of the same beautiful Indian maid they had seen on the ledge, as she disappeared in Sit ting Bull's own gaudily painted lodge of deer skin. "That's Red Fawn, sure enough," whispered Jack. "No doubt of lhat," assented Old Montana. Meanwhile, Sitting Bull stalked into the pris on lodge with two braves, and Old Montana wa.s con ducted into another lodge, while Jack was bound ereet to one of the lodge poles where he remained. He heard the redskins say at sunrise he and Old Montana were to be burned at the stake. But half an hour later the two guards at the door of his teepee came inside, accompanied by the beautiful, mysterious Indian princess Jack had seen on the ledge. The girl carried two skin bottles, such as the Indians make, and three wooden cups. "Let the braves drink of the strong water that will make their hearts glad, here where none of the other warriors can see them. Red Fawn will give them the fire-water which she took from the great chief's lodge if they will let her give the captives a drink, too," said the maid. Eager for the liquor, the guards grunted out an assent, and Red Fawn gave them one of the skin jugs and two of the wooden cups. While the reds kins drank, Red Fawn placed herself before Jack, shielding him partially from the view of the guards, who at first glanced at her keenly, and gave the captive a drink. Then she stood talking in whispered tones, while (he braves continued to drink, and presently re laxed their vigilance. Quick as a fl.ash Red Fawn drew a knife and severed Jack'.s bonds. But he remained standing, as if still bound. The guards presently reeled out of the teepee, and Red Fawn went with them. While the two warriors stood unsteadily at the door, on guar. d, Red Fawn glided away. Jack waited half an hour. Then he crept to the back of the lodge, and lift ing the deerskin, cr-ept under it, and stole away under cover of the darkness. He got safely clear of J;he camp. Then he hastened to a tall, dead tree. There he found Old Montana in waiting. The old scout, too, had been set free by the In dian girl. They hastened away. At some little distance they found the If\dians' ponies, picketed. Having picked out two fine animals, they mount ed them and rode away undetected through the night. Mutual explanations were made. The scouts rode on. Near midnight they met a band of Indian policemen, -from the Stand ing Rock agency, who were in advance of a company of cavalrymen. Indian 'fJOlicemen were -under orders to -en ter the camp of the ghost-dancers and arrest Sitting Bull. Jack and Old Montana returned there with them. All the world knows that Sitting Bull was ar1 ested, and afterward shot dead in the fight that ensued when the ghost-dancers tried to rescue him. During the battle Jack and Old Montana suece e ded in carrying. Red Fawn safely out of the power of the Indians The y took her to Standing Rock agency, and later on she was returned to her home in North D a kota. She w a s not an Indian, but a white gi rl-Myra Morton. But before s he parted with the boy government scout, s he promis e d at r.o di;;tant day to become his bride. So the young coupl e that had been partners in peril are de s tined to be partners for life. AS LONG AS USUAL Roommate-How long are you going to be in that bathtub? Ditto-Oh, about five feet nine.-B!ack & Blue Jay.


30 PLUCK AND LUCK CURRENT NEWS 1913 FLIVVER STILL RUNNING C. Pearl, curator of the Firelands Museum, is !'eceiving wide publicity these days because he js driving a 1913 fiivver with. oil lights fore and aft and most of the other accessories which came with the machine. UNDERGROUND ROADS IN PARIS Underground passages for automobiles at the principal street intersections are to be con, structed this year. m Paris to relieve traffic con gestion. The SY.Stem will be extended if the idea works. RIVER BED UNCOVERED :Buried beneath an overtop of adobe and clay hardpan, an ancient river bed, presumably that through which the Sacramento river at one time flowed, has been discovered by County Engineer H. H. Hume. The discovery has been called to the attention of the GeographicalDepartment of the University of California and a study of the course of the ancient river is expected. $15 FOR IDENTITY CARD All Americans going to France and all who reside there even a few months yearly may be justly confused regarding the ritual of identity cards, due to recent numerous conflicting rulings handed down by the French government, but final instructions have now been given by the Ministry of the Interior. These are intended to clear up once and for all the many "musts" and "don'ts" which have been tossed about on the perplexing subject. In the first place, the validity of an identity card has definitelv been set for one year from the date of entry into France. Identity cards are obligatory for all foreigners whose sojourn exceeds two months. The fee for the issue or renewal of the identity card is 375 francs, or $15. It is reduced to 40 francs for parents of French children, students, authors, journalists, scientists and certain salaried workers. A special privilege is extended to foreigners who served in the French army or Foreign Legion, and they receive cards free of charge. WOMAN H&n-dling a pistol with dexterity, a well dressed y:oung wuroan held up two stores and a restaurant in St. Louis recently and escaped with $134. In each instance the woman entered as a customer and covered her victims. Then a young man came in and took the cash from the registers under ht'lr directions. She wore different hats and indii.:ated a desire for cigarettes. At the butcher shop of .Edward Grosscupp the woman asked for pork chops, drew her pistol and told him to "lie down." Then she called to her confederate, who took $2 from Grosscupp's pocket and $2 from the cash register. "We'll need some pork chops, too," the woman auggested. So her assistant lifted a heavy rack of pork valued $10, and they departed in the automob1le. NOW THAT IT'S SPRING, WE HAD A MILD,.. WINTER Predictio?s of goose-bone prophets last fall for a severe wmter were far afield in the view of the :Veather Bureau, which says the winter now clos ing was !Jne of the mildest of a long mild series. The wmter of 1917-18 was severe practically everywhere east of the Rocky Mountains but si:i;ice that time the winters have been mild. In :i.11 parts of the country this winter was warmer than normal except in local areas in the Northwest, the bureau says. It was especially warm in the South, and fruit trees throughout t.he Central and Southern States have been prematurely advanced so that they face the danger of a late frost. PARLORS FOR DOGS A new form of business has sprung up in London as a result of the steady increase in the number of dog lovers in the city. Dogs "iiow their own chiropodists, hairdressers, manicunsts and barbers. A beauty parlor recently opened in London exclusively to the pampered pets of so ciety. There are toilet articles, perfumes oils shaipoos and soaps for every kind of dog' the tiny Pekingese to mastiffs and St. Bernards. The place looks like an ordinary barber shop except that there are tables instead of chairs and dog soap used instead of shaving soap There the canme customer can get a trim shingle, a and a shave and about 'tne same cost as his master would pay in his own shop. Conspicuous in the shop are supplies of dQg' biscuits with which the dogs are packed during the process of being beautified. While his hair is being cut the animal is allowed to munch contentedly on a choice bit of buscuit. The dogs' coats are firs.t trimmed, then shampooed and bather. Electric driers .are used to prevent resulting colds. Then, if necessary, the customer has his nails cut and teeth cleaned by a new process. The combings from the dogs' are proving a valuable by-product of the shop. Two chow dogs provided by this means a vest for their master and a scarf for their mistress. An old English sheep dog furnished sufficient hair when woven to make several yards of cloth. The shop, which was at first opened more or less as an experiment, has proved to be a howling success, the line of waiting customers growing longer and longer each day. The managers find that dog are willin_g to pay compar&.' tively high rates to have their pets properly trimmed and washed, and, so convenient is the practice of sending the animals to a regulal'" sh?P that they-have made standing weekl.}' ftP 'Qomtments.


PLUCK AND LUCK 31, T .IMEL Y UP-TO-DATE ROADS Part of the task of modernizlng roads is being through the construction of a series of very expensive arterial highways which will finally serve to drive new .:Ways of entry into the city. The old lances are not always widened in the country, but where they are not the plan is to build parallel roads wherever rights of way can be obtained. JUMP QUICK IN BERLIN Since the establishment of a light control sys tem on a number of the city's principal streets in Berlin, Germany, pedestrians are learning the signal changes to green, the line of motor vehicies plunges forward apparently regardless of any pedestrian who mav be on the roadway. As a 'result the lively jumping of foot travelers is getting to be one of the sights of the town. NEW SAFETY SLOGANS During a recent educational accident prevention campaign in a Massachusetts county school children submitted 1,556 safety slogans. The following were among the best offered: "Don't try to show your speed; show your in telligence." _"Look ahead; never mind the girl." "Drive with care; other lives amount to just as much ai; yours." "Protect pedestrians; don't abolish them." LONG HAIR ONCE MORE Long hair for co-eds is gaining in popularity at the Unive"rsity of Kansas. Beginning a few weeks .ago when a few of the elite of the campus. decided to be "different," long hair movement is growin!!." steadily. Fashion dictators on the hill predict that b")r Spring bobhed hair will be almost as scarce as long hair was a fe.w weeks ago. A check of 200 representative women of the campus shows 151 letting their hair grow. HIGHWAY SYSTEM OF THE UNITED STATES The Bureau of Public Roads of the Department of J\ griculture has completed the work of mapping the United States system of highways, consisting of 80,000 miles of the most important roads in the country. The system selected embraces ten main transcontinental routes, desig nated by numbers which are multiplers of 10, while the importo.nt north and south routes are numbered 1, 11, 21, 31, etc. The rflute-numbering system which has. been decided upon will be of great assistance to tourists. BOBBED HAIR TOO EXPENSIVE Two hundred working girls and matrons are up in arms in Tannrode, Thuringia, over an attempt to introduce the bobbed head forcibly. At the electric works a bulletin unexpectedly appeared that the women must have their hair bobbed or run, the risk of being fired. TOPICS The women pointed out that they_ are earning but 4 to 5 cents an hour, which means a weekly of about $2. They figure the cost of maintammg the bob. at 37 cents a week, or almost 20 per cent. of their wages MORE PAY FOR WAITERS Waiters. in Berlin are demanding more pay. The has presented demands for 15 per cent. tips instead of the prevailing 10 per cent which is automatically added on to the bill in all restaurants and coffee houses. The bmden, it is proposed, shall be b?rne by The waiters also want an ei,ght-hour day mstead of. the prevailing 8 1-2 hours1 and 15 per cent. increase in wages for overtime. PROTECT CITY'S BUILDINGS Builders who in the middle ages planned and erected the wonderful buildings that ornament the old German citie:;; were remarkable craftsmen, they could not foresee the traffic of the twentieth century. And the city fathers of Rotbenburg-on-theTauber m Nuremburg now face the problem of how '. to p;rotect the city's historic buildings from damare from automobile traffic in the narrow streets. SIXTY SECONDS IN A MINUTE How many seconds make a minute? Everybody the answer-sixty. But why? We can. blan;e it on the Babylonians. In the system of notation two stood out-the decimal, whicJ1 counted_ by .te"!ls, and the sexagesimal, which counted .by sixties. Tpe choice of sixty as a unit of notation was accident, either. There is no number which has so many divisors as sixty .. It may be divided by one, two, three, four, five, six and ten. The the sun's daily journey mto tw1mty-four pepods. Each period or hour was subdivided into sixty minutes, and each minute into sixty seconds. The whole course of the sun .during the twenty-four parasangs, or 720 stadia, or 360 degrees. The system was handed on to Greek, and thus it was carried down the middle ages. When the French revolutionized the system of measures, coins and dates, durmg the revolution, they refrained from interfering with the sexagesimal system of time. Gradually, for purposes of standardization the system originating in Babylon spread all the world-wherever the sun rose and set an hour was sixty minutes, a. minute was sixty seconds. When .the. Babylqnian.s wez:e on the. standardization of time m their empire, their astronomers compared the apparent progress made by. the sun one hour at the time of the epmox to the progress made by a O'Ood walker during the same time. Both a para sang, or 3.88 miles, in the same time.


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