Hustling Bob, or, The smartest boy in town

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Hustling Bob, or, The smartest boy in town

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Hustling Bob, or, The smartest boy in town
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No. 1514 NEW YORK, .JlJNE 8. 1927 Price 8 Cents

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PLUCK AND .LUCK l11sued Weekly-Snbscrlptlon price, per year; Canadian, $4.50; Foreign, Copyright, 1927, DJ Westbury l:'ubllshlng Co Inc. 140 Cedar Stree t, New York, N Y Entered as Second ()lass Matter Dec. 8, 1911, at the Post-UtHce at N e w :Xo rk, N. Y under the Act ot March 3, 1879 No. 1514 NEW YORK, JUNE 8, 1927 Price 8 Cents. HUSTLING BOB OR, THE SMARTEST BOY IN TOWN By RICHARD R. MONTGOMERY CHAPTER !.-The Boy Who Wanted to Work. "That boy is a hustler, whoever he is," marked Squire Evans, as he stood looking out of the window of his law office one bright Sep tember morning. "I don't care who h,e is or where he came from, he's certainly a hustler and it's a great pity we haven't more like him in town." "Which boy do you mean?" asked the Hon. James S. Wendell, looking down -into the street over the lawyer's shoulder. "That one there-the fellow who is sweeping off the sidewalk for Black, the butcher," replied the squire, pointing down at a ragged boy of some nineteen years who was working an old broom vigorously a little farther down the block. "That fellow? Why, he looks like a tramp!" "I understand he is a tra mp. He came into town here about a week ago, nobody knows where from, I believe." "I've no use for tramps," replied the Hon. James, coldly. "Nor have I, as a rule; but I say again that boy is a hustler. If he lives he'll make his mark." "He certainly s eem s to be making a good deal of dust down there. I s he working f.or Black, do you know?" "He's working for anybody who will give him a job," replied the lawyer, "and whatever he puts his hand to he seems to do with the same energy that you see him displaying with that broom." "By Jove, I wis h he'd put in a couple of days for me, then, and finish painting the front of my barn," said Mr. Wendell. "Those lazy beg gars of Dalman's have been on a strike for eight hours for the past three weeks, meanwhile my barn stands half-painted and looks like distress. I'm expecting Senator Wright on from Washing ton to pay me a visit at the end of this week I'm really ashamed of the looks of my place as it is. Wonder if he can paint?" "Well, now, I guess he can," laughed Mr. Evans. "I wanted the floor of my back office painted and Dalman couldn't do it on account of the strike. It was fini s hed day before yester day, though. How do you think it looks?" "Why, it looks first-rate," said Mr. Wendell, surveying the floor. "Is that the boy's work?" "It is. I don't know as he'd dare to tackle barn, on of the strike." "Strike be 1blowedl" cried the Congressman. "Six journeymen painters in town and I with a job for which I stand ready to pay double the price to have finished and can't get it done. I'm going to give the boy a chance." "If he tackles it, he'll finish it, Wendell," said the squire; "that boy Bob is a hustler and no mistake." Now. Squire Evans was not the only man in Brookville who had come to the same conclusion about this boy. Who he was or where he came from nobody seemed to know, but one thing everybody admitted and that was that the boy was a hustler. Nearly every tradesman in the street had tried him at odd jobs and in every instance he had worked as though he loved work. Squire Evans was not the only one who had become in terested in the boy. When the Hon. James S. Wendell went down stairs out of Squire Evans's office he fully in tended to go straight up to Bob and have a talk with him, but one of his old friends met him at the door and took him into the bank, and after that other business took his attention and he forgot all about it until just before noon he ran into Bob, who was walking rapidly up Main street. "Hold on, young man, you are driving ahead as though you were going somewhere!" exclaimed .the magnate of Brookville, laying his hand on the boy's arm. "So I am, sir. I'm for a job." "Hello I Why, you are hustling along as though you had some special job in your mind's eye. Is that so?" "No, sir. I can't strike anything more to dG here in town, s o I'm going over to Dalton to try my luck there." "Going to walk it?" "Why, yes, sir. The only horse I own is shank's mare." "Yes? You were working her for all she was worth when I stopped you. Do you know me, boy?" "You are Mr. Wendell, I believe." "That's who I am, and they tell me you ara Bob somebody. What's the other name?" "Somers, s ir. Bob Somers. If you have any thing to do--:" "Perhaps I havei perhaps I have. I live in the big house o:n the nill; there's a barn up there

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2 HUSTLING BOB half-painted. Want to finish the job, Mr. Hus-tling Bob?" Now the Hon. James had a very pleasant way about him, and when he gave Bob this nickname, which afterward stuck close to him, there was nothing offensive about it; and Bob, who was not at all thin-skfo.ried; tooldt rust as it was meant. "That's strike business, sir," he said. "I suppose the painters here in town would go for me if I was to tackle that job." "That's your lookout, young man. Dalman is paying three and a half a day for ten hours work and these fellows are on strike for eight hours. I want the job finished and I'll pay fifty cents an hour to you -or any one else who will take hold. The paints are mine, and so are the brus hes and the ladders. They are all on the ground, so if you want to jump right in and earn my money, all you've got to do is to say the word." "I'll do it,'' said Bob, after a moment's thought. "I'm not a painter. I don't belong to their union. I don't s e e why I should say no and turn good work away." "Spoken like a man!" cried Mr. Wendell. "I admire a hustler. I've nothing to do with Dalman's quarrels. I want my barn painted and if you'll paint it for me, you won't be sorry, that's all." And Bob did hustle. All that afternoon he slapped the paint on Mr. Wendell's barn and he did it pretty smoothly, too. At six o'clock Mr. Wendell came out with his daughter, Nellie, to have a look at the work and pronounced it an right. "Where are you stopping, my boy?" he asked. "Well, sir, I'm not stopping anywhere in particular," he replied . "Where are you from, anyway?" Bob looked troubled. "I don't want to talk about myself, sir, if you please," he said quietly. "I-er--" "You would be obliged to me if I'd mind my own business," laughed the Congressman. "Well, there'll be supper for you to eat in the kitchen by and by and breakfast tomorrow morning and there's the hay to sleep on until the job is done." "Oh, can't we give the young man a room, father?" exclaimed Miss Nellie; "it seems just dreadful to h a ve to sleep in the barn." "No, miss, I do not care f6r a room,'' replied Bob, promptly. "I don't want to trouble any one. I can take care of myself. "Independent. Well, I like that,'' said Mr. Wendell, as he strolled on into the garden with his daughter. He was right. Bob was independent. He slept that night in the freight yard at Burling Junction, two miles out of Brookville, where he had been sleeping every night. since he came to town. It was not until ten o'clock next morning that Dalman's striking painters got onto the fact that Congres sman Wen dell'& barn was being painted by a tramp. At half-past eleven, whil e Bob was working on the scaffold, he suddenly h eard a gruff voice sing out: "Hey, there, you young s cab! Come down!" Bob turned his eyes toward the g r ound and saw a stout man with a ftorid face and a good deal of watch-chain looking up at him. "Were you speaking.to me?" he asked! dipi;>ing his brush into the pamt potand keepmg right onjwitp,,the,,.,"'Qrj.< ..,_1 H' ,_ i .... l;: "Who else?" snarled the man, who, by the way, Bob coula not remember to have seen around1, < town before. "Come down out of that now, be1 fore I bring you down-no talk!" "Who are you?" demanded Bob twisting his brush so as to send a shower -0f paint down,. t< which sent the fellow jumping back to save his shiny tall hat. "Don't you try that again, you young cub!" he roared. "Who be I? Why, I'm Pete Pryer, walking delegate of the Dalton Painters' Union. You want to quit this here job, or we'll make it hot for you-understand?" "No," replied Bob, "I don't understand. I don't know you and I don't want to. I'm hustling for work. Mr. Wendell hired me to paint this barn and Pm going to do it in spite of you or any other man." "You are, hey? We'll see about that. We'll lay you out for thi.s!" Pete Pryer roared, shaking his fist at Bob, who said no more, but just kept on painting as though nothing had occurred. "Are you coming down?" s houted the walking d elegate, afte r waiting a while for Bob to speak. "Yes,'' replied our young hustler, coolly, "I'm .i coming down when I finish my job." "You're coming down now!" roared the delegate, seizing the rope which controllea the movements of the ladder. "Let that rope alone!" shouted Bob, standing up on the scaffold. "Let it alone, I say!" Just then Miss Nellie Wendell turned into the grounds on her wheel and came riding rapidly toward the barn. "Come down, you young scab, or I'll bring you down!" snarled Mr. Pete Pryer, unfastening the rope. Now, the fellow was half drunk, or he would surely have known better, for the instant he untied the rope one end of the scaffold dropped Bob seized the supporting rope on the other side 0 and held on for dear life. Down flew th.e paint s pot, turning its contents on the shiny plug hat :.t of Mr. Pete Pryer, who, with a fierce imprecation, jumped backward, too late to save himself from the shower of paint, but jus t in time to back into Miss Nellie Wendell's bicycle. There was a full-fledged colli s ion all in an instant. Nellie saw what was coming and jumped just in time to save herself, but the walking delegate, with his ruined tile flying off his head, fell sprawling in the path. CHAPTER II.-The Cry in the Night. "13last you! What did you run me down for? I'll make you sweat for this, even if you are Jim W e ndell s daughter." Pete Pryer was mad-real mad. He was also about half d r unk, and, being an ugly fellow at all times he m a de a rus h a t the Congressman's daughter, stamped on the fallen whe e l and would surely have struck the frightened girl if he had b e en given the chance. But he wasn't. Hustling Bob was there, a nd Bob, whe n h e was aroused, w a s a ho s t in h i m self H e saw what was coming before it came and swung down to the ground as quick as a flash. i "That's yours you brute!" shouted Bob, striking out with his right an, i taking Pete Pryer un 1 D own delegfite : a

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I HUSTLING BOB. 3 \ time, falling on his ruined hat and crushing it out of all sha.P'e, beside smearing his coat all over with paint. "Oh I Oh!" screamed Nellie. "Don't get into a fight. He'll hurt you! Don't run any risk on my account!" "Leave him to me!" blazed Bob, seizing Pete Pryer by the coat collar and jerking him to his feet. What the end of it might have been it is hard to say if the coachman, who was at the other end of the yard, had not jumpe d in to help He saw what had happened and liuietly unloosed a fierce watch dog, which now came rushing upon the scene barking furiously. That was the time when Mr. Pete Pryer did not stand on the order of his going, but just went, and 'that a s fast as his legs could carry lum. "Are you hurt, miss ?" asked Bob respectfully. "Not in the least, thanks to you," rep_lied Nellie; ''but, oh, my poor wheel! That brute has ruined it, I am afraid. Who was he? What brought him in here?" "He came here to stop me from wo rking on the barn," replied Bob. "Your father will understand about it when I tell him. Don't worry about your wheel. Just leave it here and I'll fix it after I am through my work." Bob was as good as his word. In spite of the interruption by Mr. Pete Pryer, he finished his job on the barn that evening shortly after six. Then he took the damaged wheel around to Mr. Wen dell's little workshop, in the rear of the barn, and tinkered away on it until nine o'clock. When at last he stood it up iri the shed, where it belonged, it was as good as new; the most expert wheel re paire:i; could not deny that it _was in .every way a good JOb. There was a party m the big hous e that eveninl!: and Bob made no attempt to see anyone. 1 He could see the ladies dancing as he passed out of the grounds; he paused for a moment to listen to the music and then, with a sigh, passed through the gate. "No matter,". he muttered. "All that sort of thing belongs to the past. I'm here to hustle, not for pleasure. I'm glad I've done up at that house. I don't want to go there any more." Next day Bob struck a job down in the freight yard helping to unload a car and to cart the goods up to a small factory at the.other end of town, the re!!:'Ular drive being sick. He did not see any thlng of Mr. Wendell until the following Wednes day, when he met him on _the strl!et. As for the stnking painters and their walkmg delegate, Bob saw n o thinQ: more of and the incident was pretty w e ll fo rgotten until Mr. Wendell brought it to mind again by warmly congratu-lating him on the courage he had shown. "And, by the way, Bob, what do I owe you?" asked the Congres sman, pulling out his pocket book. "You shouldn't have gone off without your money the way you did." "That's all right, sir," replied Bob; then he named the sum and got it, and was jus t starting to go when Mr. Wendell a sked him what he was driving at just then. "Hustling, sir; hustling, as u sual," replied Bob. "All is fish that comes to my net." If Mr. Wendell had only known it, Bob's hustling propensities were to do som ething for him before many hours has passed. It began to rain that afternoon and Bob was obligerl to leave off weeding a garden 'for 'a 1ady on Cross1 Street, whiCh was the only job he could find to do -; day. He bought a small loaf of bread at the baker's and a bit of cheese and a little smoked beef of the grocer, and, wrapping it all in a paper, walked through rain to Burling Junction, where he proceeded to eat hi s dinner in a broken.e down freight car. This was Bob's hou se. The yardmast e r knew i t and not only allowed him to c stay there but pro vided him with a padlock to i keep the tramps out. There was nobody about the freight yard that night except the track1 walker. After he had eaten his supper, or dinner, whichever you like to call it, Bob WP.nt up in the rl tower house and stayed a while talking with Jim fl Ettinger, the tower man, with whom he had be# acquainted and who liked to have him come f 0 "I don't feel at all well tonight, Bob," said Et-{i tinger, as he unlocked the block to let in the east,i bound express. "My head aches terribly, and I've got such a queer feeling about the eyes; why, l !, can hardly see what I'm doing." 'j "Perhaps you've got the grip," said Bob symr: pathe tically. "No, I don't think it is that," replietl the towel J man. "I'm afraid it's something more serious." r "Why don't you go and see a doctor when you get off?" "Perhaps I will tomorrow. You see, I don't get off until one o'clock. My pa1tner comes up on .. < 32-what's Dalton calling? Another wild-cat r t.rain, I'll bet. Yes, that makes the second tonight. Can't have the block now, though. Yes, it can, too. There goes Rushmore; the block is all clear." I While talking, Jim Ettinger was working the tele_graph key with one hand and holding on to one of his shifting levers with the other. He now 1; pulled the lever down as far as it v.rould go and the signal on the pole dropped. "Now she's open, I suppose," remarked Bob. "Now the block is clear," Ettinger, and. c for fully the tenth time he exp)ained to Bob ihe working of the huge iron levers which controlled 't' the movements of the trains by that wonderful 1, safety block system, now in use by almost "every c railroad in the land. Bob listened arid in a mo1 ment an engine drawing one gayly painted car went flying by. ;'.i. "What's that?" asked Bob. b "Give it up," replied the tower man. "It may be the president of the road for all I know." A He then called Dalton on the wire and closed 1 the block again. Then he leaned his head on his hands and groaned. fl Bob stayed until after eleven, letting the tower man catch a cat-nap twice, waking him the in, stant the call came on the telegraph instrument. It was raining harder than ever when Bob left c at last and went down to his freight car, where the soft side of a plank was his bed. Bob just pulled off his dampcoat, rolled it up for a pillow and flung himself down on the floor. How long he had slept he had no idea, when .,, suddenly he was awakened by a fearful thunder : clap. The noise was deafening. It brought Bob to his feet, and as he sprang up he thought he heard his own name shouted in his ear. "Bob! Bob! Bob!" Was he dreaming? Suddenly the whole interior of the car was lit up by a most vivid '., lightning flash : Before the crash ''Came.l.l.and 'it f.l,

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HUSTLING BOB was only an instant-the. cry in the night was repeated: "Bob! Bob! Bob!" CHAPTER 111.-"Stop that Train." Bob hustled out of the freight car in a hurry, stopping no longpr than to turn the key in the padlock. As h e leaped down to the ground he glanced up at the tower and saw Ettinger waving his hand violently out of the window, at the same time shouting something which Bob could not understand. lie started on the run for the tower only to find himself up to his knees in water before he had gone three yards. Bob rushed in through the water and was almost at the door of the tower house when he heard a sound which made his blood run cold. "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" It was a wild, unearthly cry. Twice it was re7 peated and then all at once a shot rang out upon the night and before Bob could take another step a tall man with long hair hanging down over his shoulders sprang out from the shadow of the tower h o use with a smoking revolver in his hand. "Keep back!" he shouted. "Keep back! I'm the president of this -railroad. No trespassing allowed here!" "Slug him, Bob! Slug him! He's as crazy as a bug!" shouted Jim Ettinger from the tower. "He's fired three shots at me!" "Yes, and there goes another!" yelled the lunatic, firing point blank at Bob. Luckily the shot flew wide of the mark. Bob did not wait for another, you may be very certain. He made a rush for the lunatic, who yelled loud enough to wake the dead, and, turning, darted away through the water like a deer, disappearing among the thick bushes farther along the bank. "Come up, Bob! Come up!" shouted Ettinger. "I've opened _the door; for heaven's sake come quick, I believe I'm dying!" The law should be that two men must be statidned in every tower, but it is not so. If Ettinger was really dying who was to look out for the block there at that lonely junction, where there was not a house? Clearly there was nobody under the circum stances, but our Hustling Bob, who flung open the door, which was controlled by a wire in the tower, and rushed up the dark stairs. EV'idently Ettinger had pulled the wire, for the door opened at the first touch. "Hoo--hoo! Hoo--hoo! Hoo--hoo!" the lunatic was heard yelling in the distance. Then there was a heavy fall overboard. Bob threw up the trapdoor at the head of the steep stairs and stood petrified with horror at the sight which met his gaze. Ettinger lay face down upon the floor and motionless. "Mr. Ettinger! Mr. Ettinger!" cried Bob, bending down ancl turning the tower man over on his back. The man's face was fiery r ed and his half open eyes were fixed and glossy. Bob was no fool. He saw that it was a case of apoplexy or something like it. Suddenly the telegraph began clicking. It was either Dalton or Rushmore calling' "If I could only answer and let them th6ught Bob. But this was a peg beyond him, for, with all his hustling propensities, Bob did not understand telegraphy. He glanced -at the rack of levers; two were down, the block was open. Looking out of the window he saw that it was an up-train that was due. "Well, I can close the block after it passes," thought Bob, "and I'll kick up such a row with that telegraph key that the fellows in the Rushmore tower will guess that something is wrong down here." The thought had scarcely crossed his mind when he heard a team come dashing furiously across the bridge. "Hello, up in the tower, hello!" shouted a man, looking out from behind the curtains of a buggy. It was Mr. Wendell. Bob recognized his voice, although he could not see his face. "Hello!" he shouted. "For heaven's sake come up here, the tower man is dead!" "Can't!" cried Wendell, evidently not recognizing Bob. "Didyou see a team go by here a few minutes ago?" -No team had passed that way that Bob knew anything about and he said so. Instantly Mr. Wen dell drew in his head and the buggy went dashing on across the track, passed up the hill and disappeared around the bend in the road. "Hoo--hoo Hoo--hoo Hoo--hoo !" One more the cry of the lunatic was heard down the line of the swollen creek. Bob had no time to think about it, however, for a distant whistle warned him that the approaching train was already half way through the block and must soon go thundering by. "I'd better stop it," he thought. "If Rushmore don't get the signal there's no telling what may happen." He seized the red flag and ran to the window. He was just about to unroll his flag when another most vivid flash of lightning came. Bob gave a cry of horror, and, making one spring for the trapdoor, went rushing down the dark stairs. What had he discovered? Let us follow him and see. For all he knew Bob hustled up the tracks toward the sharp curve around which the train mu 3 t soon appear. A pile o6 ties! Yes, there it was, directly across the track. He ran like mad. Not even stopping to go around the ties, he sprang upon them, wild with anxiety, for now the broad band of light from the loco motive still hidden around the curve was thrown full upon him. "They can see me better on top of the ties," thought the boy, and although the engine was :.'till invid. ble, he began to wave his flag wildly. He was prepared to jump for his life, but as the engine swung around the curve, lighting up the track as bright as day, Bob's hair fairly stood on end with horror, for the re, lying on the track jus t in front of the pile of ties on the side to w a r d the approaching train, lay a young girl bound hand and foot. Her face was turned upward, her eyes were closed, to all appearances she was dead. "Ne llie Wen dell!" gasped Bob. "Hoo--hoo I Hoo--hoo Hoo--hoo !" yelled the voice of the lunatic in the distance. "Stop! Stop the train!" shouted Bob. wildlt

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HUSTLING BOB 5 waving his flag in the full glare of the engine' s light. CHAPTER IV.-Bob Saves Nellie's Life. The whi stle shrieked, the engineer's head came out of the cab window; he saw his danger and reversed the brakes. He saw the boy leap from the ties upon the track, throwing down his red flag as he went.. If the engineer had been a cowand he w ould in all probability h a v e s e e n n o m ore, for he would have jumped from the cab to his death. But the good man was not a coward. He stuck to his cab and the fireman did the sqm e B oth saw Bob raise up with the girl in his arms; saw him leap from the track and go tumbling over the bank of the swollen creek, which ran close to the railroad here. An instant later the train went -Crashing against the ties, but thanks to "Bob's hustling, not hard enough to do any serious damage; the ties were pushed aside and even the engine held the rails. Right under the tower house the train stopped; the passengers were pretty well shaken up, but that was the worst of it. All was excitement. The conductor and brakemen were off the,.train in a moment. Sev eral passengers followed them to see what it was all about, but there were plenty in the sleeper s who never even knew that anything serious h a d happened. Poor Ettinger-was found dead in the tower. 1fhe engine e r told his story and every one was asking: "What became of the boy and the girl?" and it is this question that we must proceed to ans wer, leaving the train and the train people to t a ke care of thems elve s When Bob made that wild jump with pretty Nellie Wendell in his arins he overdid the thing, for he jumped too far and went over the bank into the creek. Contact with the water r e vived the fainting girl and she began to scream and struggle. Poor Bob did his best, but it was an awful struggle on his part, too, and his nerves could have stood up agains t it if the girl h a d not been bound as she w as. "Ke ep quiet! Oh, k e ep quiet!" p leaded Bob holding her head above water as b es t he could and swimming with hi s legs : alone. He was trying to make the bank, which was only a f e w feet away, but the current was so swift that it kept throwing them back to the middle of the creek and the el)d was that Bob managed to land on a small islet about a quarter of a mile below the tower house. Bob caught at the trunk of a small tree and managed to hold on and then, with a great effort, pushed Nellie forwa:rd on to solid ground, coming a shore after h e r and s inK:ing down by her side all out of breath. "Bo b Somers, i s it you?" gas ped the girl. "Oh, this will kill me! I shall never get out of this alive!" "Yes, you will, yes you will," said Bob. "Now, keep cool and it will be all right. Give me just a mom ant to pull myself together! There, I'm better already! Now I'll set you free!" Out came Bob's knife and Nellie' s bond s were c;ut. Scarcely a word was spoken. The poor girl seemed very weak, and in a moment she fainted away altogether. Once more Bob thought she was dead, and his heart sank, but still he kept on bustling, for that was way.. O;ie mil}ute to think and then came action. Paying no attention to the shouts and cries over at the junction, Bob dove into the swollen creek and struck out boldly for the shore. His sharp eyes had spied a small beat drawn up under the s helving bank, which here was a great deal higher than it was near the tower house. Free to swim now, he had no difficulty in reaching the bank and to come back in the boat and convey Nellie Wendell over to the shore. It was hustle, hustle, hustle with this enterprising hero of ours, and he never stopped hustlinguntil up on the turnpike which ran along the other s ide of the track. Right ahead was a Htt!e shanty used by the railroad men as a tool house. Bob broke open the door without cerem o ny, and, placing Nellie in the solitary chair which the place contained, proceeded to light a greasy lamp before he would let her say a word. "May I talk now?" she asked when Bob had lighted the lamp. "Of course you may," Bob. /'W.e are all right now. The only thing is to let you rest a moment and then to get you home." "Oh, Bob, you have saved me from a hortible death!" cried Nellie, seiz ing his hand. "You have saved my life twice! Of course you want to know how I came there on the track. You have a right to know, Bob. I can't tell you and-and--oh, it's too dreadful to think about! Oh, take me home! Take me h o me! Don't let me g et out of y our sight until-Bob! Bob! Oh, don't leave me sol" It was only mor e of Bob's hustling. He went dashing out of the tool house shouting, "Hey! H e y! for a was coming rapidly towaru them along the ro ad. Bob heard the buggy coming _and thought at once that it might be Mr. Wendell back again, and so it was. The Con gressman saw Bob run out into the road and, of course, the horse was reined in at once. "What i s it?" cried Mr. Wendell. "That you, Bob?" "Yes sin your daughter is here in the tool house!" replied Bob; but he was wrong, for she wasn't. Nellie heard her father's voice and cam e running out to meet him. It was a most affecting scene when the Con gressman closed his arms about her. "Oh, Nellie! Nellie!" he cried, and then Bob instead of waiting to be thanke d and rewarded a s anothe r boy would have don e quickly s tepped back into the tool house, blew out the lamp, pulled the door to and ran down the bank to -the boat. "Where i s that boy?" demanded Mr. Wendell of his coachman a few moments later. But it was a qu e stion to which h e rece ived no answer, for Bob had disappeared. CHAPTER V.-Bob Goes into Busine ss Of course all Brookville was talking about the affair at the junction next day. There had not been such excitement in town for many years: Bob went back to the town house and reported his part in the affair to the yardmaster, who, among a number of other railroad men, was on hand at the tower then. The train had gone on its way and Bob found he was quite a hero, for the engineer had told of what he saw. Every,bt.dJ;

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6 HUSTLING BOB wanted to talk about the affair at the junction 1 and Bob had hard work to get away from them. It was a great relief to him when he found a woman on Cross Street who wanted a ton of coal put into her cellar. He pulled off his coat and went to work and was just about half through when a pair of spanking grays drawing ? a handsome carriage came dashing around the 0 corner. 0 "I'm in for it, now," thought Bob, for he saw that it was Mr. Wendell's team and there was the Congressman himself sitting in the back seat. -< The drew .up at the curb and Mr. Wendell hailed the boy. "Come and get in here, > Bob!" he said. "Take a ride with me. I want to talk to you 'l "I'm afraid you'll have to talk here, sir. I've h got this coal to get in. I can't leave." t "Pshaw! Jump in. I won't keep you long." ., "Can't do it, Mr. Wendell. This lady wants b her coal in the cellar, besides I make it a point fl never to leave a job till it's finished. You v10uldn't want me to leave a job ofyours." 'l "By Jove! you're right," said Mr. Wendell, al though he looked a little annoyed, to .o. "Come, I like that," he added. "It does me good to see a hustler once in a while, but all the same, i. my boy, I've got to talk to you if you can spare ll minute from your work." It was impossible to refuse him now, and Bob > ;tepped over to the carriage. "Don't thank me for what I did last night, sir," he said. "I don't => like to be thanked. I only hope that Miss Nellie is not any the worse for what she went through 1 with. It was a lucky thing that you came along !Just as you did." "It was a luckything for my poor daughter that you were on hand to save her life," said Mr. Wendell. "Now, Bob, y.ou have kept quiet about this affair. In spite of what you say I j must thank you most heartily for the noble part 'i you have played. Have no fear of being ar ,f rested. The president of the railroad is one of . my most intimate friends and I have written him . a letter explaining the affair. It will not be 'necessary for.tyou to say a word." "I certainly shan't, sir." 1 "That's right, but it does not settle the business. You have a right to know how my daugh1 ter came to be on the railroad track. If you c insist upon an explanation I--" 1 "Hold on!" exclaimed Bob. "I don't want to I know. Please don't tell me. I've got all I can do 1 to attend to my own business, Mr. Wendell. I haven't the least desire to know yours." "Thank you, Bob,'' rerlied the big man of Brookville, quietly. "You re a gentleman. Take this and understand that it does not begin to l express the gratitude which Mrs. Wendell and I feel toward you. Come and see us any time. Our house is always open to you and-what! You won't take it? Boy,. you must! It would 'break Nellie's heart if you refused. Drive on, James. See you later, Bob." Away went the carriage, leaving Bob standing in the street holding a sealed envelope in his hand. He never opened it until he had finished putting in the coal. When his work was all done he went around into the alley and broke the seal. There was a check for $1,'000 in the envelope, drawn to the order of Robert Somers-that was all! Now Bob was proud, but he was also very poor. Should he accept the gift or reject it? "I'll accept it as a loan," he resolved, "but I'll pay.it back just as soon as I'm able. Now, that's settled and I must hustle about and see what I can do with this money. Brookville is as good a place as any other and I'm going to stay right here and let these people see what a hustler can do. I've got capital to work with now and if I don't double it inside of six months I miss my guess." Now, that was Bob's resolve, but for several weeks n:> one knew anything about it, for he kept right on working about town in the old way. The only difference he made was in leaving the freight car and \liring a cheap room with a widow lady who took boarders down near the station. The $1,000 check went into the Brookville bank and during those weeks Bob saw nothing of the Wendells, for they left town two days after the affair at the junction. So matters went on and Hustling Bob's popularity inc:reased daily in Brook ville until one afternoon everybody was surprised by seeing a handsome wagon drawn by tw.o fine hor;;es come dashing up to the depot driven by no less a person than Hustling ;Bob. It was open at the end and had two long cushioned seats capable of holding six people each running along the sides. It was gaily painted and the lettering on either side read: BROOKVILLE AND DALTON "Well, well, well!" exclaimed Squire. Evans, who got off the up train, which had just come in. "This is what Brookville has needed for years I Who owns the team, Bob?" "I do, sir," replied Bob, quietly. "It's all mine." "Where did you buy it?" "Oh, I picked it up in Albany and had it painted over. It's not' new, but it will do very well to 1 un people over to Dalton in, I think. "Jndeed it will! There's money in the business, too. So that's what took you down to Albany a while ago, is it? We were afraid here in town that you'd left us for good." "Not yet. You can't shake me so easily, sir,'' laughed Bob, and he was just going to say more when a drummer with two enormous grips came out of the station. "I want to get ove! to Dalton in time to catch the night train for Ogdi!nsburg," he called. "Can you tell me, young man, where I can get a team?" "Right here, sir," replied Bob, in his cool way. "When do you go over?" "Now; there's hardly time to catch the train, as it is, but I guess we can make it by driving fast." "You're the style of hustler for my money," said the drummer, throwing his bags into the "stage," as Bob came to call his new vehicle later on. "Make that. train -and I'll pay you double fare, whatever that may be." "Right you are. You shall get the train," cried Bob. "All aboard for Dayton!" CHAPTER VI.-The Crazy Man in the Stage. Bob made Dalton station in ample time for the train-indeed, there was ten minutes to spare. "How much do I owe you?" asked the drummer,

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HUSTLING BOB 7 J -who had shown himself a remarkable pleasant fellow during the lonely ride through the woods. "One cent, sir,'' replied Bob._ jumping down t o < help the drummer with the grips. I "Nonsense, boy! What;s you! fare?" "One cent from you. Im gomg to keep 1t for luck. This is my first trip and you are my fir s t passenger. If it wasn't that it'.s against my principles to do business for nothmg, I wouldn t take anything at all." "I'd rather give you a dollar, my boy," said the drummer. "No, sir." "But--" "Just oblige me by letting me have my own way," laughed Bob, and the mer gave him a cent and a cigar, saym.g, You 11 hear from me again if I ever come "this way." Bob expected to hear from more than one drummer and he was not mistaken by any means. It took about two weeks for people to find out that the new way of getting into Albany existed. In the early morning_ Bob carried over a lot of commuters, who could m that way catch ex.press instead of taking the way tram1 and he had them back again at mght, of At noon the stage was genel:"ally well patromzed by ladies who wanted to go mto Albany for an .afternoon shopping, tl!-ey had been able to "do before without makmg a day of it. As a rule they came back on the Dalton eX}>ress, so Rob got them both ways, too. At the end of a fortnight Bob found himself making about tpree dollars a day above expenses. It was a red let:ter day for Beb, for when he went over to ,meet the train which reached Dalton at three o clock who should step off the cars but Miss Wen dell, escorted by a dudish young gentleman, who carried a new dreo;;s suit case and a bundle of golf sticks and canes. "Heah, you fellah! Are you the stage driver?" he called out to Bob, who sat m his place on the box. "All aboard for Brookville!" cried Bob, raising his hat to Nellie, but paying no attention to the young dude. "Why Bob I Is it really you? Pm delighted to see exclaimed the Congressman's ter, coming right up to the stage and holdmg up her hand. "It's no one else," replied Bob, blushing as he pressed that dainty little hand. "I hope you are quite well, Miss Wen dell. Have you any bag-fage? If you want to go over to Brookville "Why of course, I want to go over to Brook ville and I am just as well as can be," broke in Nellie. "We heard there was a new stage from Dalton so we came out on this train, but my baggage has been checked right through. Mr. Somers, let me introduce Mr. Percy St. George. Percy, this is Bob Somers I've told you so much about." Nellie had climbed into the stage, refusing the assistance of Mr. Percy St. George, and she began rattling away to Bob, who took the dress suit case and golf sticks and put them on the little platform in front of his own seat without a word. They were just about to start when a shabbily dressed man, wearing a slouch hat drawn over his eyes stepped from 'the smoking car and Climbed into the stage. "Brookville, sir?" demanded Bob, for the man had not uttered a word. "Yes," he growled, seating himself opposite to Nellie and Mr. Percy St. George. He was a strange-lo@king person altogether and kept his head bent down so that nobody could see his face. As Bob took up the reins and drove away a strange silence seemed to come over Nellie Wendell all at once. If Bob had not been attending to his horses he would have no-ticed that the girl's face was deathly pale. Mr. Percy St. George was too obtuse to notice the change which had suddenly come over his comitanion, however, and kept rattling away about happenings at_ Bar Bob _ did not like it. He did not like the man and he did not like his talk nor did he like to start a conversa tion with Miss N ell ie himself. The stage rolled out of town and was soon jn the woods and stilJ Percy St. kept rattling on until all at once Bob was startled by that well-rememberer cry: "Hoo-hoo Hoo-hoo !" "Bob! Bob! Save me!" shrieked before he could even tt\rn h.is head. There was stranger standing up in thf! stage with a revolver in each hand. One ltas pointed at Mr. Percy.St. George, who was in t}\e act of jumping out behind, and the other aimed directly at Bob's head. "He's mad! He's raving mad!" screamed Nellie. "Look out, Bob!" "I own this stage! Get out of here, all but you, Nellie!" yelled .the lunatic, firing point blank at Bob. CHAPTER VIL-Bob Saves Nellie's Life Again. The time had come when Hustling Bob was to i:ave Nellie Wendell's life a second time, and it was inost fortunate for the Congressman's daugh ter that she had some one near who was read-, and able to render her the assistance of which she stood so much in need. "I'll kill you now, Nell!" yelled the lunatic, flourishing his revolver. "Say your prayers; you1 time has come!" It was a wonder that his time did not come then and there, for Hustling Bob dropped thE reins and made one leap over the seat, caught the crazy fellow by the. throat with one hand and seized the revolver with the other. Nellie screamed and fell back upon the seat. "Don't hurt him, Bob I Don't hurt him! He is my brother!" she cried. Mr. Percy St. George meanwhile had jumped out of the stage and was yelling "Help! Help!!" in the road, just as though that would do any / good. In the struggle the revolver was discharged and the report so frightened the horses that they went dashing off on a mad run, throwing Bob ancl.the lunatic out backward into the road. It was a perfect wonder they were not killed1 but in some way they managed to fall so thal neither of them was hurt a bit. Bob wrenched the revolver away and staggered to his feet. The lunatic spranJ? up, and yelling wildly, made on1 dash for the woods and disappeared among the trees.

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8 HUSTLING BOB "Help I Help I The horses are running away I "Still, I bear no malice and am willing to for.Help, Mr. Dwiver, or Miss Wendell will be killed!" give you." bawled Percy St. George, running up to Bob and "Don't talk to me!" snapped Nellie. "You are catching his arm. my father's guest, not mine. If you want to "Oh, go to thundert you idiot!". cried Bob, pullcome to our house I haven't a word to say." Ing himself away anu o:ff he dashed in pursuit of Bob thought to himself that if he had been in the but without the slightest chance of the shoes of Mr. Percy St. George he should want overtaking it, which he certainly never would to crawl away somewhere and hide himself, but have done if it had not been for a ragged! bare-the dude was evidently not so sensitive, for he footed bo7, who sprang out of the wooas and remained in the stage and Bob drove them both planted himself in the road. directly in front of up to Mr. Wendell's big house. . the frightened horses. Bob could not see just The last he saw of them Nellie was walking how he did it, but next he knew the stage was at up the graveled path with Mr. Percy St. George a standstill, with the boy holding the horses, trotting after her, carrying his dress suit case waiting for him to ('Orne up. Nellie Wendell sat and golf sticks, looking more like an obedient etill, pale and trembling, but otherwise perfectly little dog than a man. Thus what have eool. proved a very serious adventure ended m "Thank you a thousand times, Bob," she a trivial manner. Bob pumped on the box and leaning out of the stage as Bob came hurrymg drove around to the stable, taking the boy with up. "You have saved my life again and I shan't him. :forget it, .b?t please say nothing about "Well, what's your name, young fellow?" he this to a hvmg soul. asked, as they rode along. The last words were spoken in a whisper, and "Charley King, sir," replied the boy. Bob answered in the same tone: "Don't sir me. I'm not much older than you "It is forgotten already, Miss Wendell, but you are. How old are 7ou, anyhow?" had better see -to it that your friend back there "I'm sixteen," said Charley, who was evidently holds his tongue." a little afraid of Bob. "He's a wretched coward and I want nothing "Sixte.en and a! tramp already?" mtrre to do with him," replied Nellie, blushing. "Well, that's what I am, but it ain't my fault." "Give that boy this money. He is entitled to it "Yes it is. Why don't you hustle? There's no for what he had done." need of any one being a tramp who is willing to She slipped a five dollar bill into Bob's hand work." and he sprang into the stage, calling: "I'm sure 1'!11 willing to work, sir-I me,an "Come up here, bub! We are ever so much mister .. I hain t got no nor mother. Ive obliged. It was downright brave for you to stop kicked about evei; I can the horses the way you did. If you are I ve always been workmg till about six weeks over to Brookville you may as'tVell ride as walk. ago, when I ran away from Homer, ove: to The boy scrambled up beside Bob and his face He 'l?eat me and kicked me I JUst beamed all over when he got the five dollar bill. couldn t it, so I took to the road. "Is all this for me?" he exclaimed. "I don't Bob said no more till they reached the stable, think I am entitled to tt. What I did was just and then he told Charley to. put thi t ll and stood by and watched him while he did it. :no ng a a ,, The little fellow showed that he was all right "It's the who gives it to you, n?t with horses, for he handled the team as well as replied Bob. You can thank her for it. Im Bob could have done it himself. ever so much obliged to you 'just the same. "Thank vou Charley said Bob after he was "Don't wait for that fellow: Drive on, B
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HUSTLING BOB 9 "Always glad to get a word of advice from you, Mr. Evans,'' he said, in his cheery way. f didn't know you wanted to speak to me or I wouldn't have tried to smother you with dust." "That's all right, Bob. What about that boy?" "I picked him up on the Dalton road, sir: He's onlx; a tramp. Why do you ask?" Because I heard you tell him to come back again after he had eaten his supper. Any no tion of hiring him to work for you, Bob?" "Well, I had, sir. He seems to be handy with horses, and--" "Do you need a helper?" "Well, not exactly. "I thought not. You are entirely able to run the stage alone?" "Certainly I am, sir, but--" "Hold on. I want to get at the bottom of this business. Why do you think of engaging help which you don't need?" "Why, it's just like this, Mr. Evans: no man ever got rich yet working with his own two hands. My idea is that if you want to get ahead in the world you have got to profit by the labor of others. If I can break that boy in to drive the Dalton stage satisfactorily to my customers for a price which I can afford to p a y him, it will leave me just so much time to do s omething else." That night Bob tool): little Charley King to his own room and had a long talk with the b o y. He found him bright and intelligent and very grateful for the kindness Bob seemed disposed to show "Why, certainly I'll driv e the stage,'' h e s aid. "I'll like nothing bett e r If you'll give me the chance I promis e you I'll do my best every time. "I'll give you three dollars a week and your board to make the morning trip,'' said Bob. "The afternoon trip I'll make myself for the present, but you will have to take care of the horses when I come in." Charley jumped at the offer and the matter was so arranged. The fall drifted by and the winter passed and still Bob and Charley drove the stage together, and a very good thing Bob made of it, too. Owing to the windings of the deep ravine which the railroad followed, it was quite a long ride from Dalton to Brookville, but Bob, by following the road which led down into the ravine and then striking across the tracks at Monsey, was able to reduce the distance nearly a third, and he ordinarily arrived at Brookville depot but little behind the express train, which he went to Dalton to meet. Du ring the winter the Wendells w ent to Washington and Bob saw nothing of Nellie, the great house on the hill close.d. Nor did he see much of Squire Evans, either, and we may add right here that the squire never alluded to the interview in the stable yard until long after the opening o.f the spring. did Bob improve the spare time which he gamed by Charley King to drive for him? Why, by hustlmg, of course. Could Bob Somers do anything else? The first thing he did was to buy another team of horses-there was still money enough left in the bank for that, and, with these, he started a teaming business which proved im mensely profitable before the winter was out, for Bob was now a general favorite among the tradesmen on Main street and soon secured all their business, for the only other man in town who did teaming was a miserable drunken fellow, who was always getting into trouble. It was no trick at all to get the busine s s away from such a man as Sam Carter, and along about the fir s t of March he gav e it up, s old his horses to Bob and went off to Albany. Then Bob got the mill busi ness, too, and found himself clearing about $12 a day on trucks and stage over and above all his expen s es, including his own board and Char ley King's. So much for hustling. It was now a little Jes than a year since Bob Somers walked into Brook ville an unknown tramp. Some might say it was luck, but it i s not so. If Bob -had not been a. hustler he would not have stayed a week in Brookville, and if he had kept right on tramping where would have been his luck? So things went on until one day in May, as Bob was returning from the station with a load of stuff for the mill, Squire Evans put his head out the window of his office and shouted: "He y, Bob! I want to see you when you ve got time." "All right, sir,'' shouted Bob. "I'll be through in about an hour." \ "Come up to the office, then," returned the squire, clo sing the window. "I wonder what he w ants no w ?" thought Bob, but he-Oid not find out that day, for when he called at the office he found a note from Squire Evans stating that he was very sorry, but he had been unexpectedly called to Rushmore and that Bob was to call in the fir s t thing next morning, which you may be very sure he did. As he was hurrying up the stairs he was startled by hear ins:r loud words on the floor above. ''You're, a fraud!" a voice shouted. "You're a blamed fraud! You will rob me of my rights, will you? I'll show you--" "Help! Murder!" came the cry in Squire Evans' voice. It was enough to start Bob hustling. With one bound he gained the hallway above and burst in at the squire's door. CHAPTER IX.-Is This Trouble For Bob? The sight which met Bob Somers' gaze when he went bursting into Squire Evans' office was a startling one, it must be allowed. The squire lay stretched upon the floor, holding at arm's length a young man whom Bob knew very well by sight. The lawyer had managed to catch him by both wrists, and it was well that he did so, for the fel low held a long-bladed wicked-looking knife in his hand and was trying the best he knew to get an opportunity t6 strike. Here was a good time for hustling, and Bob hustled for all he was worth. With one quick leap forward he sprang upon the fellow's back and pulled him over upon the floor, at the same time wrenching the knife from his grasp and giv. ing it a toss over into the corner. The man was up like a shot, and, with a savage oath, made a rush for Bob. This meant fight, but Bob. was ready for him, for he hauled off and dealt a i:.tinger between the eyes, which sent him reeling back against the wall, jumping on him like lightning then and catching him by both arms. It would have to be a good man who would get away with Bob when he got such a hold as that. "Call help, squire!" cried Hob. "I can hold

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10 HUSTLING BOB him. Send for the constable. This fellow must be taken in." "No; throw him out, Bob. He's drunk. He don't know what he is about." "Oh, come, if you say that I can throw him out, all right," chuckled Bob, and before the fel low knew where he was at Bob whirled him around and kicked him through the door Of course he didn't take it quietly; of course he said things and tried to do things, and then he got another taste of Bobs foot and went tumbling head over heels downstairs. "Come up here again and I'll give you another dose, Wehrle!" shouted Bob, and then, before he could say another word, Squire Evans caught him by the shoulder, pulled him into the office and locked the door. "That's enough, Bob," he said, very quietly, considering the circum!'ult and we'll discuss the next move." "I'll do it!" cried Bob, fired with enthusiasm,' but I must see the quarry first. I must look into the thing a bit." "Certainly. Take your time. I can have the, sale postponed for a week. Go down to the bank now." Bob opened the door and, forgetting all about -Wehrle, ran downstairs with such haste that he nearly knocked over a tall man who was walking along the street. "Oh, I beg your pardon!" exclaimed Bob, and then he si:>rang back with a quick gasp. He was not quick enough, however. The tall man reached out and seized him by the collar. "Ha! I've got you at last, Bob Richards!" he exclaimed "Well, well, this is luck!" CHAPTER X.-Bob's Narrow Escape. Poor Rob stood like one paralyzed in the grasp of the tall man. His face was as white as a sheet, l his voice as he responded was thick and hui:.ky. 1' That ne was terribly frightened we do not pre-tend to deny. "For hea_ven's sake, Mr. Conners, up on mel'l

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HUSTLING BOB 11 he whispered. "I am living quietly here. I'm do / ing nobody any harm. Have s ome mercy and let nte go." The man Connors gave a wicked leer and let go Bob's arm. "Don't you try to run,'' he hisse d. "Yo u stand 'Where you are, or I'll shout right out and l e t every one know what you have been and what you are now." Bob leaned back against the building and made no attempt to move. "What do you want of me?" he demande d. "Do you mean to take me back to Janesburg? You have no right to. It is out of the State." "Haven't I?" sneered the other. "Well, I've got extradition papers signed. by the Gove r no r in my pocket, all right, and a warumt,. of c ourse. I guess I can take you out of the State all right. You seem to forget that I am an officer, but I'll tell you one thing, Bob; I didn't come to Brookville expecting to s ee you." "Well!" "Cool as ever. Well, I did see you going into that building and I saw you again when you threw that fellow out. He has told me C'f the bald game you have been playing here, and-well, I may as well come to the point. There i sn't any money in my dragging you back to Janesburg. I'm to be bought ofl'.." "What's y<>ur price?" a sked Bob, in a husky voice. "Five hundred dollars." "Good heavens, Connors! What are you thinking about?" "Bleeding you, my boy. That's what's weighing heavily on my mind just now. You'll pay all right." ''Never! I am innocent. Still, I can't prove it, and I am as weak as the next one. I'll pay you a hundred dollar.> to go about your business and let me alone." It was weak of Bob, but we all have our weakness, and we propose to describe our hero just as he actually was. -Connors gave a chuckling laugh. "A hundred dollars won't do, my boy," he said. "Not by a jugful. I've named my price." "I can't pay it, and I won't." "Then I can take you back to Janesburg and I will.'' "Never, at that rate. I'll fight first. I've got friends in this town who will stand by me. I'll appeal to them." "Try it! try it!': cried Connors, angrily. "How long do you suppose they'll stand by you when before the justice of the peace. I'll drag you before the justice of the peace. I'll s ee the sheriff and fix the thing with him in three minutes. Make terms with me now, or I'll grab you where you stand and holler right out he1e in the street." How can we describe the thoughts which chased each other through the brain of Bob Somers then. Be longed to turn on his tormentor. His_ fingers fairly itched to "lay him out" then and there, as he could easily have done if he chose. Is it necessary to say that he didn't dare? Hardly. Bob was thoroughly frightened now. "I shall have to give up all idea of buying the quarry," he thought. "I shall have to pay him what he seeks; there is no other Then he turned on Connors and said in that ume husky voice: I give you .thll i!Ve, h:wiqryd dol lars? What guarantee can you give me that you will go about your bus iness and leave me alone, and that I shan't be bothered with you again?" "I'll give you my word as a gentleman.'' "You're not a g entleman, and I wouldn't take your word under oath." -"You are complimentary.'' "I'm giving it to y ou s t raight, C onnors: You've got me in a tight box I'll admit, but I don't want to get into a wor se o ne. I'd rather abandon all I've e:ot and run away." "Providing y o u can get the chance, and that's jm1t what you can't get. Y es or no? I'm going to bring thi s bus in ess to a head right now." Crow d ed t o :th e wall, s o to speak, poo r Bob was just about to yield whe n all at once who should he see coming toward him down the street but Mr. Wen dell Like a fla s h the Congressman's last word s to him came into his r.tind: "If eve r yc.u are in tro uble, Bob, come to me.'' Bob knew of no wors e trouble that it was pos sible for him to get into than he was in now. "I'll do it!" h e d e termined, and he suddenly broke away from Conoors and rushed up to Mr. Wendell. "Why, B ob! I'm glad to see you!" cried the Congres sman. "How are you? How have you been? But what on earth ails you? Why, you are as p a le as a ghost." "I'm in trouble, l\'Ir. Wendell," began Bob. "I want your help. I--" He kne w that Conn ors was close behind him, and his h eart sank as he felt the fellow's grasp upon his arm. "Hold on, there!" cried Connors, roug hly, his red face all the redder with haste and excitement. "I don't knovi who you are, mister, but I've got something to say about this here boy!" "Let go of me!" flllShed Bob, pulling away. "Mr. Wendell, I--" "Hold up!" snarled Connors. "Listen to me first off, boss. This boy is a--" He got no furthel'. Suddenly, without an instant's w arning, he gave a sharp cry and fell all in' a heap to the sidewalk. "Bob! What is this?" cried the Congressman, and immediately a crowd began to gather about them. "I don't know!" gas ped Bob. "Oh, Mr. Wendell, stand by me. I'm in deep trouble. This man--" "Will trouble you no more!" broke in Mr. Wen dell. "It's a case of heart disease, if I know any-thing; the man is dead." Dead. If a hundred-ton weight had suddenly been taken off hi.s head Bob could i;carcely have felt more relieved, for Connors lay stretched upoJl the sidewalk, and never moved CHAPT]i.:R XI.-"l'm Trying Live It Down.'' "Who is he, Bob?" It was Squire Evans who put the question, for it happened that the squire was coroner at Brook ville, and also justice of the peace. The man who had tried to blackmail Bob was really dead, and the body lay stretched out upon the lounge in the rear of Brynton's drug store. The doctor had ex amined it and pronounced the cause of death an old heart trouble. The crawd which had thronged intR Jirllg stoi;e 4a4 tj}eir

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12 HUSTLING BOB and gone away, and now Dr. Phelps, Squire Evans, Mr. Wendell and Bob stood there alone in the little room, as Mr. Brynton had gone to wait on a customer outside. Bob was cool enough now, and quite ready for the question which he knew was bound to come. "His name is Connors," he replied. "He is a Pi11kerton detective, and his home, I b elieve is in Pittsburg, Pa. That is all I know about the man." Squire Evans wrote down the name and Dr. Phelps did the same. "You didn't get to the bank yet, I suppose?" asked the lawyer, turning to Bob. "No, sir. I was on my way there when this man stopped me. I'll go now jus t as soon as I've said a word to Mr. Wendell. I'll be back in the office in a little while.'' Squire Evans then withdrew and Dr. Phelps went with him. As soon as they had depafted Mr. Wendell, who had been singularly quiet through it all, turned to Bob. "Well, my boy!" he said, placing his hand on Bob's shoulder, "and what have you got to say to me now?" "Nothing," replied Bob. "I thought so. The danger departed with that man's life.1 "Temporarily, at least, sh," replied Bob, wearily. "It will strike me again, though. I can't escape it. I think I had better leave tcwn." "Bob!" "Sir.'' "Answer me truly, for I am your friend. You have put me under the deepest obligations to you, and I don't forget. Have you committed any crime?" "No, sir! As heaven hear.:; me, I have not.'' "That settles it,'' said Mr. Wendell. "I shouldn't think of asking one question after that. Step outside here. You don't want anything further to do with this man, :(_presume?" "Indeed I don't, sir. He was my most bitter enemy." "That's enough. The words you spoke to me in your excitement will never pass my lips. I am glad for your sake that things turned out as they did.'' Bob followed Mr. Wendell out into the drug store then. He was pretty well shaken up and his only idea was to get away. This, however, was not to be. Mr. Wendell immediately began questioning him about his affairs1 and he did it in such a nice way that Bob coula not help telling him all about the quarry. "It's a good thing," said the Congressman. "I advise you to go into it. How much money do you want?" "How much should you think I needed, sir?" asked Bob. "Oh, about two thou3and dollar s," replied Mr. Wendell, careles s ly. "Oh, no, sir. I've got five hundred. All I need is five hundred more.'' "Never a s k a man's advice unless you intend to follow it, Bob. Now, look here; you can't run that quarry on wind. You've got to start right ln order to come out right, and to do the last 7ou have got to have working capital. A thou aanii dollars is little enough." "But I don't want to run in debt to any such amount, sir." "Then don't go into the thing at all. Many a good enterprise which ought to have proved a success has turned out a dire failure for want of sufficient capital. That's my experience; but you can do just as you. please." "But who would lend me any such a mount? I was going to the bank to try and raise five hundred on my note, when this happened, but--" "But you needn't go now. You don't have to. I'll lend you the money on your note, Bob." "Oh, I couldn't take it, sir. I couldn't think of anything of the sort." "But you must. J. insist on it, or better still, I'll endorse your paper, and take a second mortgage on the quarry to secure me. That will be a strictly business transaction. Come, we'll go right into the bank and settle it now, and I want you to that I consider it a perfectly safe invesment." Bob was quite overcome. "Perhaps you would think differently if y<>n knew what that man in there knew," he faintly said. "Stop!" cried the Congressman. "I know one thing, Bob; yes, two!" "Yes, sir?" t "First, I know that you are a hustler; second, I know that I have your word for it that you havd committed no crime. and third-yes, there's another, Bob, I know that I am under obligations to you, that--" "Stop, Mr. Wendell. Don't say any more." "I'll stop on one condition only, Bob, and that is that you come right along with me to the bank. I'm in a hurry, and I must settle this matter up before I attend to anything else." It was a strange turn of affairs, certainlv. In side of an hour from the time when Detective Connors caught hold of Bob's arm and the boy thought it was all up with him, he found himself in position to launch out as one of the business men of Brookville. But for all that it was some time before Bob got over his scare and recovered his usual 11:ood spirits. Two or three pleasant interviews with Nellie Wendell may have helped. Bob met the girl on the street, and once he drove her to Dalton. Each time Nellie renewed her invitation for Bob to call on her, but our young hustler, was proud and he only thanked Nellie and turned it off. The body of Detective Connors was claimed by his relatives in Pittsburg, and taken away. It cannot be denied that Bob breathed more freely when he saw the box put on board the cars, and for days he lived in a state of anxiety end eyed every stranger who got off the train. Mr. Wendell noticed this, and s poke of it. "Don't worry now, Bob," he said one day at the station. "If trouble strikes you, rerr.ember, I am behind you. Whatever this business i s, live it down, I say! Live it down.'' "I'm trying to live it down, sir," repliP.d Bob, his eyes filling with tears. Th.a kind-hearted Congressman took the boy's hand and shuok it heartily. If he th0ught he was going to get Bob's confidence then he was mistaken, for the boy simply said: "Thank you," and then jumped on his truck and drove away.

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HUSTLING BOB 13 CHAPTER XII.-Bob's New Business Takes a Start. Bob now found himself in a position to do just as he pleased about the quarry, but he would not hear of buying the property until he was all ready to act, so Squire Evans had the sale postponed two weeks, pending which the quarry was closed, for young Wehrle went out of town on the day of his a ssault upon Squire Evans and had not shown himself since. Bob's first act was to take a run out to the quarry and look over the plant. Of course, he was no _judge of bitild ing-stone, but he was pleased with the appearance of things, and Mr. Mcintyre, th_e assured him that the supply of gramte was mexhaustible, and of a very superior quality. "I don't know about your buying it," he said, "but I know I'd buy this quarry mi?hty quick if I could find anybody to back me up,' There was a substantial house on the ground for the accommodation of the quarrymen, which went with the plant, but this was all that did go with it beside the land, except the stationary en gine and the big crane for hoisting stone. Within three days parties came up from Albany and took possession of the horses, trucks and tools which ha
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.. 14 HUSTLING BOB quarry. There.'s no one up there, but Mr. Mc-Intyre, the foreman." "You know nothing about the business I'm told "That so." "And you have no capital to run it with. You have just.bought the qu arry on spec?" "That isn't so." "I was told it was.',_ "You 'yrre told wrong. I have all the money I need and can get as much more as I want.'' "That so?" "Yes." "I was told differently.'' "Excuse m e Mr. Flynn, but if you d on't want to come dow n to busine ss I've: got some thing else to do," replied Bob. "I've got to hustle and I've no time to talk.'' "That's a ll right, my boy. C o me over to the hotel and have a drink; we can' t talk bm.iness here at the station.'' "No; I don't drink. This business can be settled in two minutes; the que stion is, do you want to buy stone, if s o how much .and what price a r e you willing to pay.'' "Well, I want enough to fill the sp e cifications on the building business; a s for prices I don't make them for the peopl e I buy goods of. That's for you to do "You're r ight. You want an estimate for the stone the sp e cifications call for.'' "That's it." "You shall have it." "When?" "When do you want it?" "By Saturday.'' "All right. I'll see that you get it that day. Where can I get the plans and specifications of this building?" "Why, I've got them here," replied Flynn, pointing to a roll of paper which he carried in his hand, ''but if you will allow me, I'd like to say a word." "Fire away. I'm riot stopping you.'' "I was going to propose to put men on at the quarry for you and get out the stone on _my own account, paying you a lump sum .as profit. Would you entertain any such proposition as that?" "I might." "It would be quicker for me and easier for you. You see, I'm a stonecutter by trade. I know about the business." 1 "Don't you want to see the stone first?" "No; I've used it before many times. It was put in the specifications at my request. If I can't come to terms with you, I shall have the specifications changed so that some kind can be used." "There will be no necessity for that. You can come to terms with me. Where is your office?" "No. 188 River street, Troy.'' "All right. I'll call on you at noon Saturday and give you price and a time limit for the delivery of the stone. You can then make me an ofier to get the stone out yourself and I shajl be prepared to agree on one proposition on the other. There's no need for any delay.'' "That's business!" exclaimed the contractor. "Here are the plans and specifications. There's nothing to hinder me from getting the next train back.. - "Nothing whatever," replied Bob. Accepting the roll from Mr. Flynn, he shook hands and hurried away. Now, although Bob had put on a bold front, he was somewhat doubtful about being able to carry out his agreement with Mr. Flynn. The bus iness was entirely new to him. When he got to his room, spread the plans out .on the table and read the specifications, he found that he could not make head nor tail of them, for all this he was prepared. He accordingly rolled up the plans and drove out to the quarry. The only persort there was Mr. Mcintyre, who resided with his family in a small cottage near by. Bob showed him the 11lans and t o ld the whole story. "Can you help m e, Mr. Mcintyre?" he asked. "Not in the least," was the r e ply. "I'm a practical stonecutter, but I don't know anything about building. You had better let this slide or take up offer. He's a square man, i+s far as I know." "I shall do nothing of the sort," replied Bo&, promptly. "Mr. Mcintyre, how many tons of stone do these plans call for? At least you ca tell m e that." "Certainly I can't. I don't understand .Plan' ; as I told you." "Then you can' t help me?" "Not at all." "All right. Good-day, said Bob, rolling u p the plans." "What are you going to do?" asked the fore-man. .J "Hustle and find some one who can," replied Bob, and three minutes later he was on the way to the station, where he caught the train for Albany, at which place he arrived in time insert an advertisement in all the morning papers, which read as follows: ,, "WANTED-A competent man to estimate oh stone work for builders. First-class men only need apply to R. S., City Hotel, before 10 a. m. Next brought several letters, but only, one applicant, a tall, thin man of about thirty, whose face wore a confident air and he gave the name of Mabie. Bob questioned him and found that he had been in charge of a large quarry in Massachusetts for a number of years and had lost his place on account of the failure of company. He offered as references his former .employers and several .Boston architects. "Call at two o'clock and I'll give you an al) swer ," said Bob, without. disclosing any portion of his business. Mr. Mabie asked a few general questions and withdrew, but when he came again at two o'clock Bob engaged him as manager of the quarry, for the replies to the telegrams which he had sent to Mr. Mabie's refer ences spoke of him in the highest terms. They returned to Brookville to gether and the following morning Bob .drove Mr. Mabie out to the quarry, where the plans and specifications of the big building were gone over carefully. Mr. Mabie proved himself perfectly competent to make the estimate and had it ready the following morning. "I can get everything in running order hei:e in a week's time he declared. "There's a good three thousand dollars' profit in that. contract at

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HUSTLING BOB 15 our figures. Still, if Flynn offers you more I'd accept it and we will start right in and open up Ill new ledge. You've got a good tbing h e re, Mr. Somers. There is no reason on earth why you shouldn't make money. Even if you lose this eontract don't worry. There are plenty of others to be had." '"' This was Friday, and next morning Bob started for Troy by the first train, leaving Mr. 'Mabie toget things in shape at the quarry. The train had sca1 cely started when a well-dressed ian, whom Bob had noticed as a stranger at the station, left his seat and came over and sat down alongside of him. "Excuse me," he said, "but your name is Somers, I believe." CHAP.TER XIV.-Captured at Last. Bob's heart sank as he looked at the stranger. The recollection of those mysterious events in his J?ast life came to his mind with a rush. "Here's another detective," he thought. "I pught to have taken Squire Evans' advice. Sooner or later I've got to face the music and that means jail for a time, at least, but I would have liked to .get the quarry running first Such were Bob's thoughts, but he concealed his agitation as best he could and replied, in a steady voice: "Yes, sir, that's my name." "So I thought," said the stranger. "My name is Travis. I came to town last night, too late .to call on you, and when I did call this morning I was told that you were off for Albany so as I wanted to see you I thought I'd come aiong, for there could be no better place to talk than on the train." "Yes, but what did you want to talk about?" asked Bob. "I haven't the pleasure of your ac auaintance, and--" "No, just so," broke in Mr. Travis, "but I'll oon introduce myself. I'm a builder in New York. I hear that you've purchased the quarry Wehrle used to have up at Broookville. ls that a fact?" "Oh, yes!" replied Bob, greatly relieved. "If you want any stone I'm your man." "That's just what I do want. I'm figuring on a new hospital which is to be built in New York and your stone has been highly recommended to me. Are you in running order yet?" "Shall be in a week." "That's plenty of time. I shan't have to put my figures in to the architect for at least a fort hlght and then, of course, I may not get the job." "If you'll let me see your plans and specifications I'll give you a figure." "Today? They are at my hotel in Albany." "I should want the plans at least twenty-four hours." "I see. You are not practical at the business." "That's so, but I have a man at the quarry who is." "Well, you can have the plans and mail them to me in New York, or still better, I'll call at the auarry on Wednesday next and get your estimate. iid like to have a look at the stone.I' "You will find your estimate all ready if you Will do that," said Bob. "It will be the be s t way. lshould like to have my Mr. Mabie talk to you. 'I j I )r n I'm perfectly willing to admit that I don't know anything about the stone business, but I'm open for contracts and I don t intend to let gras s grow under my feet." "Yes, I've heard you were a hustler," said Mr. Travis s milingly, and then they b egan to talk about general matters As the train rolled on Bob fouhd Mr. Travis a most genial companion. The boy was so re li e ved to find that he was not a detective that he opened up to this stranger as he seldom did to any one Mr. Travis, on his part, met him more than halfway. He seemed to be wonderfully well informed, and, according to his own account, had traveled pretty much all over the world. He was full of anecdotes of his travels, and Bob grew so interested in listening to them that they were in Albany almost before he knew it. "We'll take a hack and go right around to my hotel and get the plans," he said. "It won't take long." "I'm due in Troy at noon," replied Bob. "I had rather call when I come back." "Pshaw! Why, you've got two hours yet. Here, driver! Bring your hack this way. The man addressed sprang upon his box and drew up alongside of them, but Bob still hesj. tated. "Where are you stopping?" he asked. "At the Hudson House." "Don't know it. Where is that?" "Oh, it's up Broadway a piece--not very far. Come, jump in. I've got to go to Schenectady this afternoon and I c an't meet you, anyhow." Bob yielded and follow e d Mr. Travis into the hack. The ride occup i ed about ten minutes, and when they left the hac)< Bob was anything but pleased with the appear ances of the hotel. To be sure, there was a big sign reading "Hudson House" over the window s but it was easy to see that the place was nothing but a low-class saloon for all that. "Come i ight up to my room," said Mr. Travis. "The f e llow who runs this place is an old friend of mine; that's why I s top here." Bob had gone too far to back out now, and he unhesitatingly followed his new acquaintance up stairs and into a dirty, ill-furnis hed room on the second floor in the r ear. Not until Mr. Travis suddenly slammed the door and turned the key in the lock did the boy suspect the truth. "You're my pris oner, Bob Richards!" exclaimed the suppos ed builder, whipping out a pair of handcuffs "You're wanted in Janesburg, Fenn sylvania, and I'm the m a n who is going to take you there!" Bob turned a s pale as death and made one rush for the window, which stood open. It was no use. Out went Mr. Travis' foot and down went Bob fiat on the floor. The neX:t he knew the hand cuff s w ere snapped about his wrists. CHAPTER Unexpected Happens. Helped to his feet by Mr. Travis, B'ob dropped into a chair and stared at his captor with white face and trembling lips. "Well !I' said Travis smiling all over. "I've got there, it seems. Been looking for you a long while, my boy There, there, don't feel so cut up about it? Try a cigar? I'll put it in our _...._

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16 HUSTLING BOB mouth and hold the match. What? Don't smoke? \-V"eH, I do. then, let's be sociable for we uon t get a train on the D. & H. till o'clock. J.' m no brute1 Bob. I want to .make things as comfortable tor you as I can.'' While he thus rattied on Bob never spoke a word. Here was another detective, of course. It was hardly likely that this man would drop dead to accommodate him, as Detective Connors had done. "W:ho are you?" asked Bob, as the man lighted his cigar and leaned back in a chair. ''Pinkerton detective,'' smiled Travis. "Why do you want me?" "Oh, I guess you know well enough.'' "Why do you call me Richal'ds when my ,.name is S omers?" "I gues s you know that, too. Don't try to bluff, my boy." "Look here," said Bob, "I'll admit here, where there are no witnesses, that my name is Richards and that I am probably the boy you want. Can this thing b e s ettled up?" "'Vith me?" "Yes." "No, sir.'' "I'm glad to her. r you say so.'' "Gl u d '!" "Yes." "Then you don't want to bribe me?" "No. I am prepared to go to Janesburg and face the mus ic. I am innoc ent of any crime." "Oh, certainly-of course.'' ''I am, although you may not believe it. I'll go to Janesburg, but I want to ask a favor of you first.'' "Name it, my boy. If i t can be granted it will be.'' "Take off these handcuffs and take me to Troy. I've got an important business engagement there at twelve o'clock. After I've kept the appointment I'll go with you." "I'd like to do it, Bob.'' "Do it. I'll pay you well.'' "Oh, you can't bribe me.'' "I'm not trying to bribe you-this is business.'' "But if you should change your mind and try to escape?" "I shan't.'' "What will you give?" "All the money I have about me. Come!' "How much is that?" "Two hJnd .nd and fifty dollars.'' The
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HUSTLING BOB 17. CHAPTER XVI.-A Midnight Visitor. Bob Somers was hustling in more senses than one. He was hustling to make a name and a place for himself in Brookville, and he was in a fair way to do it; he was als o hustling all he knew to keep out of the penitentiary, and that was the truth. But what crime had Bob committed? None-absolutely none! It is time for us to come out boldly and a ssert our hero's inno cence. As to what the ooy was accused of we must let that develop as our story goes on. That memorable day in Troy Bob sat there in the Man sion House for an hour, expecting every moment to be arrested and not daring to show himself on the street. It was an awful situation. He realized now what a mistake he had made in paying Detective Travis money. If he ever had to stand up before a judge and jury this would not help him a bit if it came to be known. The day wore on and no one appeared to arrest the young contractor. At last Bob ventured to leave the hotel. He made :rro effort to find out what had become of Travis, but went straight to the depot and took the train for Albany. No one interfering with him, he caught the last train for Brookville and slept in his own bed that night. The next day Bob did w\lat he should have done long before, went straight to his good friend, Squire Evans, and, under the seal of confidence, related the story of liis past. "Is it possible that you are the notorious Bob Richards?" exclaimed the lawyer. "You amaze me I I can scarcely believe it now I" "Mr. Evans, do you believe me when I declare before heaven as I hope for a hereafter that I am innocent of this crime!" cried Bob, impres sively. "If you do, I'll fight this; fight it out and hustle right ahead. If you cannot believe me, no one can, and I'll give up, turn the quarry over to you and let you settle with my creditors and Brookville will never see me again." The squire thought for a few moments and then arose and took the boy's hand. "Bob, I believe you," he said; appearances are mo s t awfully against you, but I believ;e that you are innoc ent and I want you to understand that I should not say so unless I mean it. Can I say -any more?" "No, sir; I suppose not. But you can advise me what to do, Mr. Evans. I've worked hard to build a place for myself here in Brookville, but I'm only a boy after all." "That's so, and you are deserving of great credit," replied the squire. "Do you know anything about the Janesburg bu si ne s s tha t you haven't told me?" "Nothing whatever." "You have no idea who s tole the money?" "No more than you know, sir. "And yet those bills were found in your pocket?" "I" know it. I have no idea how they came there." "You would find it very hard to make a jury believe this, my boy. I'm sure I don't know what you can do unless the money could be recovered, and I that's impossible after all this lapse of tune." "Then if I'm caught---" "You'li have to face the music, Bob. I'll act as your lawyer, cheerfully, but I cannot encour age you to believe that I can get you free." "What would you do if you were in my place, Mr. Evans?" "Well," said the lawyer, after a few moment.II' thought, "I think, under the circumstances, I should turn the quarry over to some responsible person, Mr. Wendell, for instance, or myself, and let your man Mabie run it, and then--" "And then go to State'& prison and do my :fiv years and pick up the business when the time is up," broke in Bob. "That's it," said the squire. "It would be all over then." "It's either that or drop everything and run away, I suppose." "You have said it." "Well," said Bob, "I'll think about it. Mean .. while, I'm going to take chances and stay right here waiting till they strike again." "Which they will do, you may be sure. You have had two stran?,ely narrow escapes. You can't expect another.' "I do exl!ect it. I must expect it. I am in nocent !" cried Bob, and then his feelings over coming him, he hurriedly left the office and ft was several days before Squire Evans saw him again. Fortune favored Bob, as it alwas favors the honest, the upright and the industrious. A yea1' passed and the expected blow did not come. In Bob's interest Squire Evans looked up the case of Detective Travis and found that the unfor tunate man had sustained a serious brain injurJ and was in an asylum, quite out of his mind. At the end of the year the quarry had been almost paid for and was employing over sixty men. Bob now lived in a little house which he had built for himself at the foot of the hill, near the work, and Mabie lived with him. Charley King remained in town, B'ob having sold out the stage line to him, to be paid for on instalments. Charley had made two payments already and was doing verJ well. Such was the state of affairs when, at twelve o'clock one dark, stormy night late in the month of October, Bob got another scare. Mabie had gone to New York on bus iness for the quarry and Bob, who had been figuring a set of plans in his little office, was just about to blow out his light and go up to his hou s e, when he heard a horse coming up the Brookville road at tremen dous s peed. Bob sprang to his feet, his heart b eating wildly. Something s eemed to tell him that trouble was in the wind. "The y are after me," he thought. "Shall I wake up the men in the boarding-house? EverJ one of them would fight for me to the last gasp or shall I light out and w ait till it blows I could take to the wood s on the hill and the1. could neve r find me." He se i zed his hat, flung open the door an4 starte d but stopped again b efore he had a doz e n yards N o!" h e exclaimed, "I won't do it! I am in noc ent I s aid I w o uld stand and face the usio the n ext time and s o I will.' H e s tood there i n the darkness li stening to the howling of the wind and the rapid footfalls of the horse. "There's only one, anyway," he muttered. "Pel" haps it's Mabie back again-but no; that's im .. possible! Who can it be'l"

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18 HUSTLING BOB He was not left long in doubt, for a few sec onds later the horse came dashing into the yard. ;-, "Why, it's !I woman!' gasped Bob. "It's Nellie Wendell. What can have brought her here at 'this time of night?" CHAPTER XVII.-Chasing the Madman. Bob was at the horse's si de in an instant. "Why, Miss Nellie! What in the world brought )'OU away 'up here at the quarry on a night like this?" he cried. "Trouble, Bob!" gasped Nellie. "Oh, I'm all out of breath. Don't stop to talk to me. You must fly! They are after you, Bob. You saved my life and I want to save yours. Mount this horse and leave me. Go now!" The. brave little girl sprang from her horse and threw the bridle to Bob. 1 "Quick, Bob!" she cried. "Why do you de -lay? I know all, but I will never believe you guilty. Ney.er, never, never! Oht Bob1 I'm in trouble myself. Deep trouble, out-out, oh, Bob!" It was a trying moment for Bob, for at .this point Nellie began sobbing convulsively, saying again and again, "Go! go!" . i. "No," said Bob, stoutly. "No, I'm not going. I don't know how much you know ab.out my af but I tell you this much, I am innocent of any crime and I am not going to run away again." "But they'll take you to prison, Bob. They came to father tonight to inquire about you. It a sheriff from Pennsylvania and three detec I was in the next room and I heard all. They. know who you are and they .are going to !!arrest you. You see, the sheriff is an old ac 'quaintance of father's. _He used to live in Janes burg years ago and that is why this man came to him for information." "And did your father give me away, Nellie? But, no, he could not have done that, for he knew nothing." "He told them nothing, Bob, but it was not necessary. They know all about you. There was a detective who went crazy, it seems, but i s sane now and he told them that he arrested you a year ago." "I see I see! And so you came to warn me, Well, I shall never forget it. Let me 'tell you--" r '".l'ell me nothing, Bob. I'm the last one who nought to judge you. Oh, we are in such trouble r ourselves. Such trouble, Bob!" 0 "I must go now if you put it that way," said lEob, firmly. "Get inside the office, Nellie. You -will be safer there." Without further hesitation Bob hurried off to "ward the house, where Edward Wendell now ,fstood like a statue, looking down at them. He was tall and terribly emaciated, hi s clothe s were rags and his feet bare. He wore an cld battered high hat upon his head. All this Bob "saw as he drew nearer. It is useless to pretend that the boy was not afraid; his heart beat wildly. He expected every instant to be shot. "Good-evening, sir!" he called out. "How are you? I want to have a word with you." "Words! Words! Words! What are words?" broke out the madman, throwing up his hands . ; and snapping his fingers. "I came down from the planet Jupiter to act, not to talk. Revenge is what I want and revenge I mean to have. To the winds with words! Proof! Let them be blown away!" He folded his arms and stood facing Bob, who, to tell the truth, did not know what to do. "Oh, you don't understand me," he said. "I'm from the planet Jupiter, too. If you'll just come into my house a minute I'll tell you something that you ought to know." "Were you sent down for that purpose?" asked the madman, striding close to Bob. "Yes." "Did the mighty Jupiter him self send you? Old Jove, the King of the Universe?, Was it he?" "Yes. Come in, won't you?" "Not while that she fiend who calls herself my sister stands there glaring at me. Tell her to be gone." Nellie had not obeyed and gone into the office, as Bob had requested, and now, in an unlucky moment, the boy turned and called to her to do so. Instantly the madman sprang .upon him from behind and d1;alt him a fearful blow in the back of the head.. Bob fell, like a log. "Too-hoo! Too-hool Too-hoo!" shouted Wen dell. "I've got you now, Nell," and he made a wild rush for the poor girl, who stood as if paralyzed. An instant later and he had her in his arms, lifting her into the saddle as easily as if she had been a baby. Then the madman sprang up behind he.r and went dashing off up the hill towa1 d the woods, almost riding over Bob, who, scrambling to his feet, tried to seize the horse by the bridle as they fled past. CHAPTER XVIII.-Bob Saves Nellie' s Life Again. It was destined to be a memorable night for Hustling Bob. He was to do some of the "tallest" hustling he had ever done in his life before it was over. So far the fun had begun. "Save me, Bob! Save me!" shrieked Nellie, as the horse dashed up the side of the hill. Bob was dazed. Whether to try to follow on foot or to saddle his horse he hardly knew for the moment Collecting his wits the best he could, he decided upon the latter course, and ran to the barn behind the house. He had scarcely got the door open before he knew that there was more trouble in store for him, for he could hear the clatter'of many horses coming up the road. "That's the sheriff," he thought. "Well, I've got to run away now. The matter has been d'e- cided for me. I fancy I shall give me the greatest old chase he ever had yet." He flung the saddle upon the horse's back and had him bridled and outside in an instant. "There he is!" sh\uted one, throwing the light of a powe rful dark lantern upon Bob. "That's the boy. Surrender, Bob Richards! It's all the same to me whether I take you dead or alive!" "You'll have to come and take me if you want me, Mr. Mason!' shouted Bob, defiantly. "I've got other work to do just now." "Fire!" yelled the sheriff, and the bullets went whirling toward the brave boy, who low .in. the sa?dli; .11-nd wel!t up the, hil l ;

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HUSTLING BOB 19 It was a miss all around. So :was the second volley and so was the third, and then Bob had the woods to cover him. "Too-hoo! Too-hoot Too-ho!" came the cry 'of the madman in the distance. Bob turned his horse in the direction of the sound. He could hear the sheriff and his men crashing among the bushes after a moment and this, strange to say, gave the boy some encouragement, for he knew the woods well and they did not. An uglier place to hunt down a man in the darkness could scarcely have been found. Elsewhere the hill would have been called a mountain. It was about 800 feet high, steep and rocky, abounding in precipices and deep ravines on the other side. Bob would have liked no better fun tlmn to have devoted himself to dodging the sheriff, but he had othe1 work to do and he would have run right into Mr. Mason's artl)s if the cry of the madman, repeated at short intervals, had taken him that way. Bob followed the cry and at length had the satisfaction of feeling that he was gaining upon it. "Shall I shoot him?" thought Bob. "No, I cant do that. I might hit Nellie, and, besides, to kill him would be terrible. What shall I do?" Just then the cry came again, this time off on his left and sounding so close that it seemed not more than a dozen yards away. Bob's heart almost stood still "She's lost!" he gasped, for he knew that a ravine a hundred feet deep lay in that direction. He turned his horse right into the and dashed on a few yards, coming out upon the bare ledge which overhung the ravine. It was just as he expected. There stood the horse, riderless, and there at the edge of the precipice was the madman, with his sister flung over his shoulder like a sack of meal, her head hanging down behind. "This ends it!" Bob heard him shout. "I'll have my revenge now. I'll take you back to Jupiter with me, Nell. See, I can fly! I'm going up n ow." "Hold on!" shouted Bob, springing from the saddle. "Hold on, Mr. Wendell! I want to go, too." It was a happy thought. Not a doubt but the madman would have leaped over the precipice if Bob had not interfered, but as it was he paused and looked back. "Oh, it's you, is it?" he -said. "I thought I killed you. Ha! ha! ha!" "You can't kill me," said Bob, very quietly, all the while advancing. "Don't rou know that the inhabitants of Jupiter never die?" "That's so. Do you really come from that mighty planet?" "Certainly I do. How else could I.. speak the language as I am doing now?" "You are right, there. When did you come down?" "Last week. I'll go back with you now, but say, you can't take that girl. She'll weigh you down so that we won't be able to fly." "Do you 'think so?" "I'm sure of it. I can take her, though." "You? Why you more than me? She is my sister. I have a right to take her, you have none." Bob was close up to him now and he saw that Nellie was entirely unconscious The madman stood on the very edge of the precipice. Poor Bob trembled so. that he could hardly speak, but he pulled himself together and, holding out his arms, said, commandingly: "Give me the girL I can take her. I possess a magic talisman which will make her weight just nothing at all." "You do?" asked the madman. "You really do?" "I do. Give me the girl, now!" "Take beit, then. Come on!" yelled Wendell1 and, throwing Nellie into Bob's outstretched arms, he gave one spring over the edge of the precipice and was gone. CHAPTER XIX.-Dodging the Sheriff. If our friend Hustling Bob had not been a boJ who always had his wits about him, it might have gone hard with both Nellie Wendell and himse11 that night. Certain it was that Bob had saved Nellie's life again, but the question now was he could save himself from the sherifl'1 for at that most critical moment when he stood there at the edge of the precipice supP1'rting the fainti:c.g girl in his arms, he heard the horses of the pursuing party comirig up behind him. The sheriff was on his trail. A moment more might seal his fate and send him to State's prison for a long term of years. Surely now was the time to hustle if Bob ever meant to hustle again. He gave one worrified look over the precipice and then taking up the unconscious girl, hurried along the edge, making as little noise as possible. It was hard work-all that Bob's strength was equal to -and in a very few mqpients he realized that he could go no farther. -"Hey, fellers! Here are the horses!" some one shouted behind him. "This is all right. They can't be far away from here." "Which way did they go-right or left?" called another voice in answer, which Bob recognized as belonging to Sheriff Mason. It was a voice which he had only too good reason to know. "Most likely to the right," was the answer. found themselves cut off and had to abandon the horses. We've got to leave ours here, too. We'll break our necks if we don't." There was considerable noise then. Bob made up his mind that the sheriff's posse were dis mounting. Then there was a crashing among the bushes. It was a moment of intense anxiety. Bob could not tell whether they were coming to the left where he was or going in the oppositn direction, but as the sounds soon died away he knew that he was safe for the moment in the hiding-place which he had hastily chosen between two big boulders, where he had laid Nellie Wen dell down. "Bob! Is it you, Bob?" asked Nellie, in a faint voice, as Bob bent over her in the darkness, wondering if she would e'ilj!r speak again. "It is I, Nellie! I'm nght here." "Oh, Bob, where is he? What has Don't let him get me! It is terrible! Why does he hate me when he used to love me so?" "Hush!" said Bob. "Try and be quiet. He is gone, I don't know where. He won't come back again."' "Bob, you haven't killed him?" cried Nellie, suddenly sitting bolt upright. "No, no! I haven't laid a :finger on him."

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20 HUSTLING BOB "Oh, I could never endure it if you had harmed him," moaned Nellie, covering her face with her hands and weeping bitterly. It was a trying moment, but Bob felt he had no time to waste. At any time the sheriff' might return. That he would find out his mistake sooner or later and come back again, Bob felt perfectly sure. "Nellie!" he whispered. "Listen to me. I am here to help you tonight. Try to help me by beas quiet as you can. 'I'm going to, Bob! I'm calm now. There, see, I've stopped. I'll not give way again." "Thank you," said B o b. "Now listen. The sheriff is close to us. If I'm taken there i s n'l telling what may happen to you. I must not be taken, and yet I cannot and will not de sert you. That's the situation, Nellie. You see the fix I am in." "I understand," said Nellie. "I'll be quiet." "If they ftnd us I'm lost," breathed Bob; "but Jill fight to the last. They've got to catch me before they can take me back to Janesburg, that's one thing sure." CHAPTER XX.-Bob Tells His Story. "They are not anywhere around here. We've niade a mistake. We'd better go back." After li stening to all sorts of talk, and s ome of it not very complimentary to himself, Bob heard this remark which gave him new life. The sheriff andhis posse had made a pretty thorough search along the top of the bluff, too, but after all they missed their game, and this in spite of the fact that one of the men actually fla s hed a lantern in between the boulders. Why they were not discovered then Bob could not understand, but they were not, and afte r a little the men passed them by a second time on their return, and som ething was said ab out giving it up and going down the mountain afte theii: waited until thei r footsteps died away m the dis tance before he dared to make a move. "Thev s e em to be gon e now," breathed N e llie, ''and, oh, I am s o glad!" "Don't say a word." a n s wered Bob. "If it. hadn't b een for you I never could have stood it. I am innocent of any crime, and yet here I am hunted like a rat; it's terrible I s'pose I've got to stand it, though. .; "What is it, Bob? What does it all mean?" asked Nellie. "Te11 me. I don't know that I can help you, but perhaps father can. It's just dreadful to have a thing like this hanging over your head." "It's wors e than you know, Nellie; but I cant talk about it now. I've got to tell you that you ought to know. Don t give way; I --I-oh;-I don't kno w how tosay it!" "Speak out, Bob! Don't be afraid. I am goto be calm now. Poor Ed is dead!" "You have guess ed it, Nellie. I'Jll afraid it is true." . There was a long silence, and then N elhe said, in a low voice: "How did it happeni Bob?" She had taken it far more quiet y than Bob anticipated, and this was a great relief. He began and told the story in as few words as pos, i;ible. 1... this is the end," breathed Nellie. ". Well, well! All this happened and I knew nothing about it. I was terribly frightened, Bob, and I suppose I must have fainted. Poor Ed I His troubles are over, and for his sake I am glad." "We can't be sure," said Bob; "don't you think we ought to get down under the bluff ana s ee what has become of him?" "We certainly ought. We'll go now. I only hope he was killed outright. If he is there with, his legs or arms broke n, I--" Nellie's voice choked. The thought was too much for her. Bob said a few encouraging words as he lighted the lantern. "Will you lead the way?" he asked. "I haven't the leas t idea where to go Nellie took the lantern and started along the edge of the bluff. Soon they reached a point where the rocks began to descend and a little farther on they came to the base of the precipice and turned. A solid wall of rock towered above them now. They were upon a broad shelf bare of trees, the wind sweeping about them fiercely. If it had been daylight they could have seen the town of Brookville lying at their feet, and.even dark as it was Bob recognized the spot. "Oh, this is what we see as we ride out of the quarry!" he exclaimed. "This is where the old house is, 'Robinson's Roost,' I believe they call it, isn't it so?" "Yes," replied Nellie. "The house is off there. You could see it plain enough if it was daylight. Hurry Bob! We want to get under the place where my poor brother jumped." A streak of rain struck their faces then. The storm was coming at last. In a moment it was coming down good and hard and they hunied on' until Bob was sure they had pas sed the place, but no trace of the lunatic was found. "Can it be possible that he e s caped'?" said Nellie. "He has done such desperate things We must have gone away past the place." "We have," said Bob. this woul d not do. You are getting all wet. vv here is the cave you spoke of? The best thing we can do is to get into i t and wait till it lets up a bit. I don't like to have you expo s ed to the storm." ;'It's right here som ewhere," replied Nellie, .flashing her l antern about. Y e s, h ere it is; well, we will stop for a little while anyhow. The sher iff may come back again and if h e doe s it will be a good place to hide." This was Nellie's idea, but Bob thought differ ently, a s lf;he y turned in unde r the rock s for the cave was nothing but a shallow opening in the towering wall, running in the bluff, not over six feet. "There's more of it," explained Nellie. "You can crawl through a hole at the end and come into a larger cave . We may as well sit down here on stones. Perhaps we shall hear Ed call." But they heard nothing but the patter of the rain as they waited. It was a poor time for talk, and for a long while Nellie sat in s ilence. "Now, Bob," she said at last, "I've got something to say to you. I don't want to force you to speak, but I think you ought to. I have risked my li:fe trying to help you tonight, and I think I have a right to know what all this means." Bob caught his breath, but for a moment not speak.

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HUSTLING BOB 21 lWell, never mind, if you don't wish to," said NE>llie. "I won't insist, but--" "Stop I I'll tell,' said Bob. "What's troubling me, Nellie, is that you may think the less of me. You say your folks used to live in Jan es burg, Pennsylvania. Probably you have heard a good deal about the place, even if you don't remember living there. Did you ever happen to hear of the robbery at the bank three years ago, when a hundred thousand dollars in bill s were taken in broad daylight, and the cashier, Mr. Brown, found uncon s cious on the floor behind his desk, shot throug h the back?" "Yes; I've heard of it," said Nellie, in a low voice. "I remember father coming home and telling us all about it. A boy named Richards was arreste d. He was the messenger in the bank. The robbe1y took place at noon, when the bookkeeper had gone to dinner, and there "'.a s :f!O one but Richards and Mr. Brown, the cashier, m the bank at the time." "" "That was it:"' "Surely, Bob, that terrible crime can have nothing to do with you?" : "It has all to do with me,'' r e plied the boy -sadly. "I am Bob Richards. I was arrested and charged with the robbery, and the assault. I was put in jail, and fay there waiting trial for. months Mr. Brown recovered, but his mind never could have been quite right, for he that I was in the bank and must have come up behind and shot him, while the truth is, he himself sent me into the yard behind the building to feed his horse, which he kept under a little shed there. You see, he lived out of town, and always rode in and out to business on a saddle horse. The first l knew I heard the sliot, and when I ran in there he was on the floor alone with the revolver lying beside him. Like a fool I took up the revolver and there they caught me with it in my hand. Oh, it was a terrible thing, N I You have no idea wnat I suffered! But I am in nocent. I have no more idea who shot him or who took the money than you have. And that's the truth." "I believe it. I know it," said a voice behind the boy, and it was not Nellie Wendell's voice, but a man's! "Who spoke?" cried Bob, springing up. "There's someone in the cave!" CHAPTER XX!.-The Lunatic's Confes s ion. "Oh, Bob, what can it mean?,. gasped Nellie. "Who said that ? "Just what I propose to find out,'' replied Bob, seizing the lantern and hurrying back into the cave. He could see no one, To all appearanc e h e and N e lli e w ere a lon e "Hello!" cried B o b "Who are you? Where are y ou? S peak?" Not a w o r d-not a sound came in ans w e r to this appeal. There was a low op ening at the end of the cave l eading in under the rock s and Bob s t oop e d d ow n and tried t o s ee beyond it by flashing the l antern in. "That's the way to the other cave,'' whispered Nellie, coming up behind him. "Bob, there must be somebody there." "There must! You heard the voice, Nellie?'r "As plan as I hear you speak now." "Then this myster,v mus t be solved. "Do you mind staying alone Here in the dark?" "Go, Bob! If it will help you, go; but, oh, do be cai:eful !" "Hello, ins ide there! Hello I" cried Bob, thrust ing his head into the hole. He distinctly heard a deep groan then, and that was enough to send him forward. He had to crawl on hi s hands and knees, but the distance was not great into the other cave. "Well!" Nellie heard him exclaim. "Oh, Nellie! Come in here! It's your brother!" he immediately called out. "Come right along! He cannot harm you n ow!" It was a terrible shock for the poor girl, but she bore it nobly. When she came into the inner cave Bob was bending over Edward Wendell, who lay unconscious and breathing heavily. "Oh, Bob! What shall we do?" gasped Nellie. "Is he dead? Is he dying? Why don't he sp eak?" "Hush! hush!" whispered B o b. "He is coming to himself. For my sake, as well as his, be calm." The lunatic opened his eyes and stared at them both. '"Nelli" he exclaimed. "You here? And this boy? Oh, where am I? What has happened? Ah, I remember I I heard you talking of the rob bery. It has come home to me at last. I knew it would." "He is sane I" whispered Bob. "The fall has restored his reason, but his leg is broken and so is his arm, and I'm afraid he is injured internally. Speak to him, Nellie. I'll stand back. Speak t<> him now." Nellie kneeled at the side of the sufferer. "Ed, do you know me?" she asked. "My sister! Yes, Nell. Wher e have I be 2n? What does it all mean? Oh, I'm dying! That boy -where is he? There's something I must !jay be-fore I go." "Bo b, come here!" said Nellie firmly : "Ed, look at him! Do y.ou know who he is?" "Yes," was the faint reply. "I know you a :e Bob Richards, of Jan es burg Young man, I am the' cause of all your trouble. It w a s I who sneaked into the bank, -shot Mr. Brown and stole the money. I've been a bad one, but there is some excuse for me. I think I must have been crazy when I did that. Have I been crazy? They told me I was. Is it true?" "Yes Ed,'' replied N el.lie. "Keep quiet; try anr{ think. What did vou do w :th the mone y ? Did you spend it? Tell me, and we will help you if we can." "No, no I didn't s end it," replied the lunatic, in a confu s ed way. His reas on se em e d to be coming back t o him, but hi s mind was anything but clear ye t "I didn't s pend it," h e repe a t ed. "I b rought it up here a nd h i d it. Let m e s e e where did I h i de it? Why, it was up the big chimney in Ro bins on's Ro os t Bob g a v e a joyful cry. "The n I'm s ave d!" h e excl a imed "Oh, if the sheriff was only here now!" "The sheriff! Y e s h e s after m e I mus t get out!" scre am e d the lunatic, and he made on e des perate e ffort t o rise, gave a cry of agony 'and fell back dead, to all appearances, at B ob's feet. 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22 HUSTLING BOB excited, and no wonder. It took time to bring her to the ccinclusion .which Bob had arrived at. At last she .admitted that her brother must be dead. "We mustn't stay here, she. said then. "We must think of YoU now. I:f the money is reallv in Robinson's Roost, let us go there right away. CHAPTER X:XII.-Robinson's Roost Robinson's Roost had an evil name, if ever a house had. It had been built many years before bv a farmer who thought he could make money on the upland farm which lav behind it. Here. b.e lived alone with a hired man for a long, time, going to Brookville to buy supplies from time to time, until one day it was noticed that inany weekS had elapsed since "old man Robinson" had been down the hill. This set people to talking, and at last they went up to the house to look for him, finding the body of the old man qn the kitchen. floor with a bullet in his back. Who killed him or how he met his death was never known, but it was certainly a case of murder. No money was found' in the house, nor was the hired man ever seen again, and it was generally be lieved that he had shot the old farmer and stol e n his cash. These were the facts and s ince then rumor had it that Robinson's Roost was haunted, and that old Robinson's ghost walked about the deserted rooms at night. Bob had often heard strange tales of mysterious lights seen at the win de>Ws late at night, but he never was able to find a man who had actually seen old Robinson's ghost. "Were you ever inside the old ranch?" he asked Nellie, as they walked along. 1 "Oh, yes, several times," was -the reply. "We used to have picnics up here some years ago." "Certainly. If we keep on as we are going we shall come to it in a moment. It -stands right at the edge of another precipice, and there is a road leading dawn off the hill just beyond it. Were you never there?" "Never," replied Bob. "I've had all I could do without going pleasuring. TJle sheriff don't seem to have' come this way, Nellie. I guess we are safe on that score.'' "Yes, and there's the Roost. A dismal-looking place, is it not?" "It is. Hark! Didn't you hear voices?" "No, it is only .the wind.'' "It seemed to me that I heard someone calling, but probably I was mistaken. Well, here we are, sure enough. Oh, Nellie, it s eem s too gooil to be true! If w e can only find that mon e y and restore it to the bank I shall be the happiest fellow on earth. I tell you, it is an awful thing to be con stantly hunted as I have been thes e last few years." "I can imagine it, Bob I have felt much the same way. We neve r knew when my brother was going to appear, and when I think of that d readful night wh e n he dragged me out of my room and me to the railroad track-oh, Bob, if it hadn't been for you that night, jus t think what my fate would have been!" "We won't think of it, Nellie. We will look forward, not back. Here we are. Upon my word, I don't wonde1 people feel afraid of this house. l &a:w such a It was dismal-looking and no mistake. Planted Up there il). the hillside, almost at the edge of the precipice, the very situation of the old farm house made it lonely beyond all description .. What it might have been in the days of old Robinson seen ,in the bright sunlight, was one thing what it was now on that dark, stormy night, quite another. The windows were all broken, the roof had. partly tumbled in, rank weed grew thick in the little garden, and the whole place bore an air of ruin and desolation. It was no wonder that simple-minded people were afraid of Robinson's RQOs t and talked of ghosts. "Dear me!" exclaimed Nellie, drawin_gback. "I .don't like the idea of going in there, Bob." "Don't go, then," said Bob. "I'll-go i t "But I don't want vou to go--I-oh, Bob! Bob I Look u'p there!" She seized Bob's arm and pointed up to the win dows in the second story. A light flashed behind them, passing from window to window. Bob though he could see the figure of a tall man behind it. Suddenly there was a resounding crash inside the house, as though the whole crazy structure was falling, and a wild cry rang out upon the night. Instantly the light vanished and all was still. CHAPTER XXIII.-Bob Faces the Sheriff at Last. "Oh, Bohl Come away! Come away quick!" cried Nellie, clutching our hero's arm. A fierce .ll'IJSt of wind swept over the old house. It :tocked and trembled. Bricks and beams were heard falling above, but Bob could not move the obstruction, and in a moment he appeared in the open again. "I can't do it, Nellie!" he exclaimed; "but I heard someone calling up there; we must go for help.'' "Help! Help!" It seemed to be the echo of the brave boy's words borne upon the wind. The crv came from the upper story of the Roost, and Bob could no longer doubt that a human being was imprisoned there. "I'll get to him!" he cried. "Wait her e, Nellie. and don't you be afraid.' He flung aside his coat and hat and ran to the big oak tree, "shinnin'" up the trunk until he reached the crotch, and then on to a long limb which extended out over the ruined roof of the Roost. Neilie watched him breathlessly as he seized the limb with both hands and letting himself drop, began slowly working his way out to the roof. "Oh, Bob! Do be careful!" cried Nellie, when all at once she was startled by hearing a rush of feet behind her and sev eral men came dashing into the yard. "Why, there's the boy now!" shouted one. "See him there on that limb! And, by Jove, here'a Wendell's daughter! I knew it was she who gave u s away. Whe r e's the s heriff? Can he be inside the house?" Someone s eized Nelli e, but the man who had spoken ran forward and throwing up his rifle took aim at Bob. "Drop!" he shouted. "Drop, or I'll fire! 1' don't make no difference to me, Bob Richards; l i t : v

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HUSTLING BOB 23 By this time Bob was hanging over the fai len roof. Alarmed bv Nellie's scream, he looked back and saw what had happened. "Come and take me, if you want me!" he shouted, "but don't you harm that lady. Your business is not with her!" "Bang!" went the rifle. 'fhe shot whizzed pas t Bob's head as he let go his hold and went flying down into the upper story Of the through the fallen roof. He landed upon a mass of rubbish and sprang to his feet. The lantern whi ch he had tied about his waist had bern extinguished by the fall, but he hastened to strike a matc h and light it again, listening a s he d : d so to the shouts outside. "Upstairs there with you, boys! We must take him dead or alive! ' "No, no! The old s h ebang i s doomed! See her roc k S he s go in ;; t.:i c ollap<;e alt:ig e t her." "No, she hain't! G e t in there Get in!" "Get in yourself, and take the ris k I don't. "You're cowards every one of you! I'll go my-self if n o one else will go!'.' Such were the cri es whi ch B Jb was li stening t o now. Suddenlv the r e came a n ,ther right be si de him. "Help me! H elp m e I'm being crus hed to death!" If this was a ghost h e ce rtainly had a gQod strong voice. Bob flash e d the lantern about and saw that the big chimney h a d fallen down to the floor level, having l os t the supp r.t t o f tie roo f. With it had come the partitio n whi ch bl o cked the stairway, and under the mas s of bricks B o b could see a man's head and shoulders p rojecting. It was Sheriff Mas on, of Janesburg, and h e recognized B o b, with a startled cry. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me, B o b Richards!" he yelled, a s the bov rushed forward. "I'll let UJ? on you if you only set m e free!" CHAPTER XXIV.-Co nclu s ion. "Don't b e a fool, Mr. Mas on! Am I murderer ? You know better. Stop that noise. I'll h e lp you if I can.' This was Bob all over. He could not pass his worst enemy by in trouble. He set down the lantern and began hustling with the bricks, taking care tci throw them on top of the fallen partition agains t which the sheriff's right-hand man, John Ashley, was pounding for all he was worth. "Bob, I'm a goner," groaned the sheriff. "I came in here to look for you while the boy s went on farther. Oh, I wish I hadn't now." "Brace up till J get these bricks off of you," replied Bob. "I'll have you out of here all right. Good heavens! What's this?" There among the bricks B o b had suddenly come upon an old leather grip all c r u s hed ant of shape, which seem e d to be well s tuffed with something. It had evid ently com e down with the chimney, and underneath it, as Bob pulled it up, lay a new cash-box which was plainly marked with Mr. Wendell's name. "It's the money! It's the -money belonging to the Janesburg bank, and Mr. Wendell's money, too I" shouted Bob. "It's all true, jus t as he said it. I am saved!" He had forced open the grip, and turned it toward the lantern now. It was stuffed full of green packages of greenbacks. Just as the luna-;J tic had taken them from the bank and them in the fallen chimney there they were now. n "What is it?" cried the sheriff, forgetting his fear ii:i his amazement. "Did you hide the bank money here, Bob?" "I! Never! The thief hid it, and I can prove 1 who he was Sheriff, you have no use for me, 1 now." "Don't leave me! Don't leave me, Bob! This old Roost is going to fall!" yelled the sheriff, as Bob seized the cash-box and the bag and hurried to the hole in the roof. He had no notion of doing so. Tossing the l box and grip out through the hole, they fell at the feet of John A s hley, who had given it up and' came outside again. Then Bob returned to his work and toss ed the bricks aside with a will, ex' plaining the situation to the astonished sheriff as he worked. "Grea t h e aven s Why, it' s a bag full of greenback s!" cried John A s hley, as the' bundles of bills came tumbling about his head. "Get a rope or something!" yelled Bob. "The sheriff is up here! Get a rope so that I may lower him down!" He had Mr. Mason free now, but the m&n was J so b a dly bruis ed that he could scarcely stand. (' "Bob, I'm glad of it!" he said. "You're a good fell ow-a noble fellow. I never could quite beJ Jieve you guilty. I'm your friend from this night i on." "We want to get out of here quick!" cried Bob, a s a gust of wind struck the old house, causing it to rock worse than ever. "We can't wait for help. The old thing i s going to fall!" He rushed to the window and kicked out the sash. "Drop-out of there!" he cried. "Do it now." "I can't; it will kill me. My. ankle' is sprained," was the reply. "Here, l et yourself down and hold on to my hands I can lower you so near the ground that you can't come to any harm," persisted Bob, and that w a s exactly what he did. Bracing his legs agains t the window he helped the sheriff out ahd lowered him as far as he could "There you go!" he s houted, and a s the sheriff dropped a great cry went up from those outside, for at the same instant a loud noise was 'heard and without other warning the old house went do w n all in a heap, carrying the brave boy with it, while the men shouted and Nellie screamed and the wind howled over the hill louder than e v er. It look e d to be the end of our hero then, but no one could say that Bob had not hustled to the last. * * "What's this I h ear about Bob Somers, Wendell?" dem ande d Squire Evans, me eting the Con gressman on the street n ext morning as the Hon. James S. sprang out of his carriage in front of the bank. "I don t kn o w what you have heard about him, Squire," was the r e ply. "Yo u don 't?" "No." "Why, I heard he was killed las t night up at Robinson's Roo s t by that Pennsylvania sheriff and--" "And as the-beginning' of y-0ur news is a lie-tht t '\

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I 24 HUSTLING BOB end is probably equally false," interrupted Mr. Wendell. "Bob is now in my house pretty badly bruised, but no more dead than I am. He's a noble fellow, and he has suffered a lot and I'm going to stand by him. Instead of the sheriff ikilling him, he saved the sheriff's life, and what's xnore, has made a friend of him. There's a whqle lot more to it, Squire, but I can't tell it now. My son Edward is dead. You remember him? Yes? :Well, I'll tell you the rest some other time." Up at Mr. Wendell's house there was sadness rand there was also rejoicing. Bob lay in one TO<>m and the corpse of Edward Wendell lay in another. It was the sheriff and his posse who took hold and rescued Bob from the ruins of Rob ins0n's Roost, and when Mr. Wendell came with his carriage at daylight it was the sheriff and iris men who helped him to carry the body of his wayward son from the cave. Two days later there was a funeral at the Wendell mansion, to which none but the family came. One year later there was a wedding, to which all Brookville was invited. Mr. Robert Richards was the groom, Miss Nellie Wendell the bride, and no such swell affair was ever seen in Brookville before. And why not? Our Hustling Bob was now one of the most successful business men in town, and the Hon. James S., whose fottune was saved by the recovery of his cash-box, was soon ablt: tu make good his losses and was as well as ever at the end of thoe twelve months. Immediately after !his recovery Bob went to Janesburg to face his . accusers. Nellie and her father accompanied him, for it was thought neces sary that the brave girl should appear as a witness to her brother's dying words. But this was unnecessary. Bob found no accusers in J anesburg. Sheriff Mason had settled' all that, and the stolen cas h was already secure in the vaults of the bank. Instead of find ing trouble to face in his native town, Hustling Bob found himself the hero of the hour, and he deserved it all. Indeed, the townspeople would have given him a public reception, but Bob would not listen to this, and he hurried away on Nellie's account. The stone business boomed that year as it never had before, and with Mabie's earnest help Bob was able to pay all his debts and his wedding day found him owing no man anything but love. Charley King stood up with him and he was happily, married to the girl of his choice. Since then Bob has grown rich and is today one of the foremost men in town. Now, just suppose for argument's sake that Bob, when he broke jail and ran away in Janesburg, had given up in despair and laid down under his trouble s as many another might have done, where would he have come out? No doubt h e would have gone to the bad altogether, and--b;;t what right have we to suppos e anything of the sort? With our hero !>UCh a thing was impos s ible. He was Hustling Bob. Next week s issue will contain "JACK JOR DAN OF NEW YORK; OR, A NERVY YOUNG AMERICAN." JEALOUSY UNKNOWN WHERE THERE'S WORK In the African jungle polygamy is favored by native women. Each new wife proportionately J'.ft(iuces the burden of the others, Dri Fowzer, American globe trotter, attended a pa aver at which an only wife, through her brother, petitioned the chief of the tribe to com pel her husband to take on more wives Her jog was too much for one woman, she said. There the women do all the work. FULL N. Y. CAVALRY BRIGADE PROPOSED Plans are being made to so increase the cavalry units of the New York National Guard that there will be a full cavalry brigade, and the One Hundred and Second Cavalry Regiment of New Jersey can be detached from the New York units. Major-General William N. Haskl!ll now has sufficient men and funds to organize an additional full regiment of cavalry in this State and it will be done if the War Department approves. There is now one full regiment, the One Hundred and First Cavalry, commanded by Colonel James R, Howlett, of Brooklyn. LOS ANGELES WILL HA VE RADIO WEATHER MAP RECORDING SET As a result of the successful transmission of weather maps to the U. S. S. Kittery, government officials state that receiving apparatus for record-ing weather maps will be installed at the various air ports under government supervision. It is said the United States Navy field at Lakehurst, N. J., will be the first so equipped. It is also believed map receiving sets will be installed in the giant dirigible Los Angeles. Official opinion is that if the Shenandoah could have had the advantage of such equipment it might have received warning of the approaching storm and averted the disaster. Thus far the transmission of weather maps has been declared highly successful. The maps are being transmit!; regularly to the U. S. S. Kittery from N AA, the naval station at Arlington, Va., and on short waves from the laboratory of C. Francis Jenkins, the inventor of the system. The results from N AA, which transmits the weather reports on 8,300 meters, are not received as well as t]:J.o.se from the short wave apparatus on 50 and 24 meters of Jenkins. The experimenters announce that the entire map is not transmitted, but before the ship leaves port it is supplied with a map showing the coast line, the eastern part of the United States and the islands in the South Atlantic Ocean It is said this makes necessary only the transmision of the barometric pressure and the wind velocity. Be A Detective Make Secret Investigations Earn Big Money. Work home or trneL Fascinating work. Excellent opportu nity. Experience unneceasary. Parti ulars free. Write: GEORGE R. WAGNER Detective Training Departmeni 2190 Broadway, New York

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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, OR, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Story) CHAPTER XI-(Continued) He bounded too high in the air and landed at twenty-two feet and six inches from the take-off. 'l'hat brought a hopeful look to Nick's face, and he exclaimed: "I'll beat that or break a leg!" He started, and swiftly increasing speed until he reached the mark;-he sprang in the air, launch ing himself forward with the s_Peed of a gun-shot. His body did not rise very high, but it made a curve in the air, and his heels shot forward to the full length of his legs. Whump he landed, an:i the tape was run out. "Twenty-three feet, two inches I" shouted the announcer. "Thunder!" ejaculated Al, in delight and amazement. "Nick, old fellow, you're a wonder!" and he fairly hugged his smiling chum, while the crowd cheered. "There's going to be some records smashed before the day is over," predicted Marsh. "Our fellows are out for war, and no mistake." Hope and Clark slunk away with expressions of rage and chagrin on their faces, for there were no second or third man prizes. Drew met them, and they held a whispered con ference. '"l'hey are making us look like thirty cents!" Hope growled. "Well, they won't keep it up long!" hissed Drew. "How can we stop them?" asked Clark sulkily. "I've already attended to that." "How could you, Jim?" "Filled the water-cooler in the locker room with a .drug, and I've seen some of them drinking it already. It's a tasteless drug, and will get in its fine work after about fifteen minutes." With grins of expectation on their faces, the three young rascals moved away, to watch and wait for their rivals to succumb to the drug. "Adams and Drew ready for the pole vault!" warned the announcer. Drew grinned and said to his friends. "Now watch him break his neck, boys. I've cut his pole." Ignorant of his danger, Al got ready for the J>ole vault. CHAPTER XII. In the Water. A contest between the two captains of the clubs aroused the greatest interest among the 1pectators, more especially as everyone knew that there was a most bitter rivalry between them. Al walked over to the hurdle, near which a small group of the athletes had gathered, and Barry said to him: '.'There are to be two trials, Adams." "What's the record vault?" "Eleven feet, ten and a half inches." "Going to toss for first man at the pole?" de manded Drew. "It's customary for the visiting team to have first chance," said one of the judges. "I suppose that gives Adams the first vault." "That's so," assented the mill-owner's son, with. a wicked grin. He expected to see Al fall and break his neck, and he then could make any kind of vault and win the contest. The two pole s were lying on the ground near the boys, Al's having blue ribbon tied to the end, and Drew's having a red one. Drew had reversed the ribbons to deceive Al. Nick picked up one of the poles and handed it to Al, saying: "Here's your stick. Do your pretties t, now!" "Can I set the cross-bar at any height I think I can clear?" asked Al, a s he faced the judges. "Certainly." "Then put it at 11 feet 1l inches ." "Why," gasped Barry, "that's above the amateur record, Al!" "I know it," was the calm r e p ly. "If you can go over it Drew will have to beat it, or be beaten." "That's exactly what I am aiming at." Drew said nothing, for he never expected to see Al make the vault. The stick was set, and everyone got out of the way. Adams drew back to a fair distance and dashed forward. Thump! went the end of his pole into the ground close to the cross-bar, and up in tl:e air ., rose the young athlete, soaring higher and higher every moment, until at length his body was almost up to the bar. Then out shot his legs, and with a sudden downward pressure on the pole he bent his extremities at a sharp angle. For an instant his feet hovered above the bar, and everyone in the audience glared at him with bated breath. Drew was lookingfor the pole to snap under his weight, and expected to s ee Al fall. But no! His feet went over the bar cleanly. He let go the pole, and it fell away in one di rection, while Adams shot off in the other. He went clear over th_e bar and began to fall on the other side. In a moment more Al landed upon his feet, and a tremendous cheer burst from the audience, accompanied by a loud clapping of hands. Drew was frantic over the failure of his plot. He was scowling when Clark handed him the other pole, and said : "Your turn next." "I thought you cut Adams' pole so it would 1 break,'' Hope. "So I did; bUt I guess I didn't cut through it enough." "Next man up!" exclaimed Barry, interrupting them just then. -"Can you get over the bar at 11feet11 inchcs7" asked Hope anxiously. "If he did I can!" was the savage reply. And Drew went to the mark, nerved himsel.I for the ordeal and started.

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' 26 PLUCK AND LUCK Along he came with a rush, and planting the end of his pole on the ground, he rose in the air. But there sounded an ominous snap! His pole broke in two, and he fell with a crash to the ground. A shout went up from the audience, and they rose in their seats, while those near Drew ran to pick him up. He was stunned, and they c11-rried him to the dressing-room, where a physician attended him. He soon recovered, badly bruised and considera-bly shaken up. Hope and Clark were with him, and he groaned: "I'm knocked out for the day." "Can't you enter any more of the contests?" asked Clark in dismay. "Not one. I ain't able. I'm sore all over." "What caused your pole to break?". "Did you examine it?" "Yes. It looked as if it had been cut half in two and--" "And 'what?" "It had a blue ribbon on it." "Good heavens! I've fallen into my own trap. By mistake Marsh gave my pole to Adams, and I got hold of his without noticing it." "Then we can't put up any kick, or we will be found out,'' said Hope. The three conspirators soon left the room and went out in the leld, Drew limping between his two cronies to a seat near some of his friends. The running hop-step-and-jump between .Toe Winters, of the J-qniors, and Bowera, of the Mercurys, had been won by the former, who scored 39 feet against Bowers' 38 feet 9 inches. Al was delighted, for all his men thus far had been straining every effort to defeat their rivals, and were doing ever so much better than the most hopeful of them expected. "The next event is a swimming contest between Adams, of the Midwoods, and Howard, of the Mercurys !" shouted the announcer. "The first event will be a 50-yard dash straight away, the next a swim on the baik against time, and the last will be swimming under water." The Red River flowed through one end of the grounds, and the two boys were quickly clad in swimminR" trunks and at the float. The audience could see them from the stand easily. A number of them went down to the float, how ever, an. d watched the two well-built boys crouch, ready to dive the moment the starter's pistol rang out for the 50-yar
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, PLUCK AND LUCK 2'1 PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, JUNE 8, 1927 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS Single Copies ................. Postage .lfree 8 centa One Copy Thrt!e Months . . " p .oo One Copy Six Months........... " 2 oo On1: Copy Une Year. .. .. .. . .. .. s, and Treas. R. \V. MARR, Vlce-Prea. and Sec, INTERESTING ARTICLES KING DISLIKES ANY "BOB" Shingled tails and shingled heads are in the same class with King George. He doesn't like horses with bobbed tails any better than he likes f'hort-haired women, and he has been very frank in saying so at recent horse shows. SMILE OF U. S. ACTRESS INSURED FOR $250,000 A $250,000 smile adorns the face of Fay Marbe, an American actress now playing in London. In what is believed to be the first transaction of its kind, the actress has insured her smile for this amount with a British company. The policy provides that the insuraJ;lce shall be collectible if at any time within the next ten years her smile loses its charm because of accident or illnes s. The amount of the premium was not dis closed. DUCHESS VIEWS HABITS OF EAGLES FROM PLANE "The way of an eagle" has recently been investigated first hand by the Duche s s of Bedford who hi>s been utilizing a light airplane to fly over the Spanish mountains studying birds and their habits. Altltough cases are frequently recorded of eagles attacking planes the titled naturalis t carried out her experiments without any alarming incidents. FREE SUN BATH ALLOWED BY PER MEABLE CLOTHING Sunlight treatment will be presently available, not only artificially and inexpensively, but will be free for all if the claim put forth by Professor A. M. Low proves justified. This British .:;cientist claims to have devised a method by which c1othing without change of appearance or durability becomes permeable to ultra violet rays. Clothe s from the treated material would mean health for all men and women, the scientists de clares. His claimed discovery of a free sun bath treatment while you walk was made by chance in the coun:p ot' 11.n Y-rav exoeriment LONDON BANK TREASURES OLD TYPE POUND NOTES Many London banks po ss ess collections of old banknotes, practically valueless as exchange, but much sought after by collectors. The finest examples of old English notes are to be seen at the Institute of Bankers, in Bishops London, which contains thousands of notes issued during the last two centuries. In this collection are examples from the origi nal Bank of England and issues, a Bank of Scotland note dated 1731 for Scots ( sterling), a note for 13 pence Irish (1 shilling sterling), which was issued in 1804 by a Cork grocer, Dennis O'Flynn, and a note issued by the Cor poration of Liverpool in 1794. Other curiosities are notes for 5 shillingi:; and 2 shillings and 6 pence issued by the Birmingham poorhouse ahd others, issued by a Wednesbury manufacturer, redeemable in pounds of rod iron. LAUGHS TRY AND DO IT! When in Rome, do as Mussolini t!oes.-Lafa yette Lyre. COULDN'T BE A CRAZE Winks--''Your friend Jones is one of the finest pianists I ever heard. Why don't he go on the stage?'" Minks-"W-ouldn't pay. His name is too easy to pronounce." 1 A DELIGHTFUL EFFECT Artist-"Those evergreen on the north side of your house have a delightful effect." Farmer-"! should say they had. Them treea keep off the wind and save 'bout eight dollars' worth o' firewood every winter." BOUDOIR GENERALSHIP Jane-"That Mr. Shallopate is at the door. Shall I tell him you are engaged?" Miss Pinkle-''Show him into the parlor, Jane." "Yes'm." "And, Jane, after he lays his box of candy on the mantel, tell him I am out." HE PAST ED HER ONE "My hu sband examined many diamonds before buying this one for me, and he says it's the flower of them all." "You mean flour." "It's paste." -Cincinnati Cynic. SPLITTING UP THE FAMILY "They say Professor Rhetoric's children speak perfect English." "Absolutely. They're all chips off the old in finitive." -Nebraska Awgwan. NOT SUFFICIENT FUND Monty: Did you hear how a child of six brok the bank last night? Carlo: No. How? Monty: Pounded it with a hammer tilJ all th pennies fell out. -:-Vassar Vagabond.

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28 PLUCK LUCK The Story of an Ambuscade Were you ever in a fight with Apache Indians? I was in one, and do not in the slightest degree crave for a repetition of the experience. It took place in August, 1881, when Nana with his band of Mescalero Apaches were and desolating Grant, Dona and Socorro counties in New Mexico. Before this event the people had enjoyed a few months respite from the ravages of the old chief Victorio, whom the alleged bad faith of the gov ernment had driven on the war-path. For two years and a half Victorio had set Colo nel Hatch and his colored Ninth cavalry at de fiance, and civilization and progress were arrested by the scalping knife of the savage chief. In that period four hundred m en, women and children were tortured, outraged and murdered with that fiendish cruelty which stamps the Apacheas the most ruthiess and merciless of American Indians. In an evil day for hims elf, but a happy one for New Mexico, Victorio ventured to cross the Mex ican border into the State of Chihuahua. This Mexican State had no maudlin sympathy for incarnate fiends such as the Apaches. It puts a price upon an Indian's scalp same as upon that of a wolf, and sufficiently large to 11rge its soldiers to the greates t activity. It was to the Mexicans unde r General Luis Ter rassas that the Territory of New Mexico owed lts temporary relief from the raids of the Apaches He surprised Victorio and hi s band in the Cos tillos Mountains about eighty-five miles south we s t of El Paso, killed most of the braves, in cluding Victorio, and took forty-four squaws and children prisoners. Unfortunately, Nana, Victorio's lieutenant, and about twenty braves made their escape. They were joined by a number of renegades from the Mescal e ro Apache and, w ith the advent of the rainy season, which in July and ends with September, another Indian war was inaugurate d Nana was a younger and mor e active man than Victorio, and the rapidity of his mo v em ents para lyzed the troops A spl e ndid Indian, he s tood five f eet and eight inches in height, well s et, wiry, and noted in the tribe as a very fleet runner. He could out-travel a horse, and ke e p it for days together. Bis daring raids in two months established a reign of terror thr ough rout New Mexico. The trains on the Sou thern Pacific were guard ed by troops, stages ceased to run, freighting was stopped, and towns we r e as thoroughly cut off from supplies a s though the y were undergoing a regular s iege. For week s in Silver City, the seat of Grant County, the bakers baked bread but once a week, and the common necessities of life reached famine prices. Such was the state of affairs when, on the eve ning of August 18, the little command of twenty men from the Ninth Cavalry, with whjch I had Dffered to serve as a volunteer, rode into the mining camp of Lake Valley to rest for a few hours before taking up the trail of the wily Nana. Lieutenant George W. Smith, a veteran of the civil war, and as gallant a soldier as ever drew saber, was in command. There was a very bad feeling existing at the time between the citizens and the troops. The latter were denounced as worse than u s e less, as not caring to fight the Indians, and as hav ing well earned the sobriquet of "Buffalo" sol diers, which old Victorio had bestowed upon them in deriison of their futile attempts to vanquish him. Among the men a.round Lake Valley who shared this sentiment to an absurd degree was George Daly, superintendent of the Lake Valley mine'S, an old Californian and Colorado miner, and a man of the most desperate courage. During the at Lake Valley Daly taunted Lieutenant Smith for not pressing the Apaches strongly. explained that he had but twenty men, while the Indians had fully three times that num ber, but he added that if Daly was so anxious to show what he was made of he could raise a party of citizr ;ns and come along himself. Daly accepted the challenge, and in a few hours collected and armed some _twenty citizens, mostly mmers, to accompany Lieutenant .Smith's cemmand. Daly's men were not very well mounted, and were mainly armed with the old Winchester rifle, which only about three hundred yards. The soldiers were armed with the regulation Springfield carbine. It was not until the morning-of the 19th at about one o'clock, that the command Jeft Lake Valley, citizens and soldiery We had information that the Indians were camped at Borendo Springs, and we hoped to come up with them before daylight. About nine miles south we came upon the place where the Indians had camped for the night and the trail at once grew hot. Everything showed that they had only just "struck" camp, and as the "sign" was plenty we had no trouble in "lighting it" a lmost at a gal lop. It led on t.o the the Gaballon Canyon on the west slope of the Mimbres Mountains and about eight miles southwest of the ranch of a stockman named Brockman. Very soon after we entered the canyon the ad vance guard of fiv e men fell back and reported Indians ahead about a half mile off. Lieutenant Smith ordered the guard to move on a short distance in ad\lance, but they were evidently getting demoralized in the face of the enemy, and we had gone but a little war when they again halted and waited for the mam bo.dy to come up. The sergeant in charge said that h e wanted flankers to support him, and clearly did not re gard with pleasure the post of honor he occupied. The lieutenant ordered him to again advance about four hundred yards, but the guard had not gone ten yards when fire was opened on the party from both sides of the canyon. The Indians were in ambush all around u s Not a single Apache could be seen. but ever

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PLUCK AND LUCK 29 cactus bu s h and every boulder seemed to vomit forth fire. Men dropped on every side before the unseen enemy. At the first volley poor Smith was shot through the lower part of the body and fell from his horse. "Rel p me on my horse!" he cried to the first sergeant. The latter ran to his a s si stance and placed him in his saddle. "Dismount, boys, and take to the rocks for your live s!" was his next command. It was immediately obeyed. Every rock that a man could get cover behind was occupied as fast as the men could hurl them selves from their saddles. H01ses and everything besides arms were aban doned. A I clambered behind the shelter of a huge boulder on the south side of the canyon where the fire seemed weakest I glanced below and saw Lieu tenant Smith and Daly, side by side, make a dash down the canyon, as though to fight their way through the howlingApaches, whose wild, umphant cries of "Hi Kil Yo!" now filled the air. -They had both stood by the challenge made at Lake Valley, and had died as only brave men can die. Two soldiers and one citien while making for cover were shot dead in their tracks. Two citizens escaped on horseback and brought the news of the disaster to Lake Valley. The Indians now had it all their own way. Havinl.\' SE\cured the government horses and the ammunition and arms of those they made lively efforts to dislodge those living from the cover of the rocks. The slightest exposure brought a leaden mes senger; yet we were compelled to expose: our selves in order to watch that the red devils did 11ot steal upon us unawares. I had lost my canteen, and from ten o'clock in the morning until four in the afternoon, had to endure the most agonizing thirst under a lurid and semi-tropical sky, a fate I shared in common with nearly all of my companions. It was not until after Jour o'clock that the In dians left, just as reinforcements could be seen in the far di s tance. The most horrible incident of the fight was to be compelled to witness the mutilation of our dead comrade s .. .... .. BANK NOTES The Bank of England note is about five by eight inches in dimen s ion, and is printed in black ink, on Irish linen, water-lined paper, Jl!ain white, and with ragged edge s The notes of the Banque d e France a r e made of white water-lined paper, p1inted in blue and black with numerou s mytholog i cal and allegorical pictures and runningin denomination from the twenty-franc note t o the one-thousand franc. South Ameriq.n currency, in most countrie s, is about the s iz e and general appearance of United States bill s except that cinnamon, brown, and state blue are the prevailing colors, and the Span ish and Portuguese are the prevailing languag2 s engraved on the face. The German cu r r ency is rather artis tic. Th
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so PLUCK AND LUCK ITEMS OF. INTEREST WINDSHIELD WIPER CARE NECESSARY One reason why a windshield wiper becomes defective is due to small particles of tar sticking on the windshield and unless they are removed before the wiper is set in motion they wear tiny holes in the edge of the wiper, allowing rivulets of rainwater to remain on the windshield with each stroke. Car owners are advised to exercise care in removing such particles before operat ing the wiper. PARIS DOG DOCTOR USES VIOLET RAYS Violet r,ays and electric dryers are installed in a luxurious dog and cat hospital opened for the pets of the rich in Paris, France. 'l'he hospital has an operating room, bathroom, consulting room, private quarters for the animals whose owners can afford them and a "charity ward" for the less aristocratic pets of the poor. "Autographed" photographs of expensive patients hapg on the office wall. HAMMOCKS USED TO SA VE ROOM The hammock is being discovered in France. Relief for crowded city apartments is seen in the hammock as a bed. City authorities are consid ering their use in public institutions. Serious periodicals propose the general use of the hafmock in modest homes and apartments, where each new baby means, eventually, another bed, less room to move about and heavy expense. SING SING PRISONERS SLEEP ON FLOOR NOW Some Sing Sing guests had to sleep on the tloor, according to prison attaches yesterday, because the count of prisoners reached 1,638, which breaks all previous records for fifteen years. Those put upon the floor were, however, supplied with mat tresses and bedding. The crowded conditions are due largely to the "tightening up" in the matter of allowing prisoners paroles. The prison population at Sing Sing is about two hundred more than in any of the other three prisons of the .State. "JIXIES," TWO-SEATER TA:XICABS, TO CAUSE FARE CUT IN LONDON The long-promised two-seater taxicabs which, for an initial fare of 18 cents instead of the 25 .:ents which is now the standard, at last has reached the stage of final tests and will soon ap pear in the streets of London. These vehicles will be termed "Jixies as "Jix" is the nickname given to Sh William Joynson-Hicks, the Home Secre tary, under whose plan these cabs were duced. An interesting point in this connection is that London is the only European city where taxicabs are not permitted by law to have electric starters, as Scotland Yard considers the danger of mischievous boys accidentally starting the motors is too great. PAYING $277,000,000 LOANS ON 102,709 HOMES "Those comfortable, well-meaning individuals and their socialistic imitators who seek solve by doing th.ings for the people directly or out of public treasury might find somethmg worth thmkmg about in the annual re of the Superintendent of Banks relating to savmgs and loan associations under the State Banking Department," said Charles O'Connor Hennessy, :1'resident of Franklin Society for Home-Bu1ldmg and Savmgs, the other day. "These associations with over 504,000 members by mutual co-operation in prudent accumulation and. investment of savings are very effectively solvmg the problem for a vast number of families without making any fuss about it. "This report shows that in January 102,709 families were paying off home mortgage debts to these associations, aggregating $277,000,000. These funds came from systematic savings of 401,299 non-borrowing members." GOOD APPEARANCE SELLS AMERICAN CARS ABROAD American cars are being sold in Germany through the appeal of their attractive appearance. This is sufficiently strong to overcome the 60 to 80 per cent. import duty, says A. C. Tessen who has been placed in charge of Berlin sales fo; the General Motors Export Co. Real leather upholstery, nickel trim, quality fabrics in closed cars, the attention to finish and appointments and four-wheel brakes are called the selling points of American cars. "In 1924," says Tessen, "the American aut:G-. motive imports int:Q Germany constituted 18.8 per cent. of the total German auto registration. The first months of this year showed :American imports had increased to 70 per cent. of the total registration." Tessen, who assumes his General Motors duties on July l, has been representative of the Ford Motor Co. in Copenhagen for some time. Before entering the a utomobile field he was_ general sales representative for the Sheffield (England) industries and represented German shipbuilding firms. DECORATION OF HOME NEEDS CORRECT' LIGHTING FIXTURES Proper and sufficient illumination is necessary in the home, and it is dependent upon three fac tors, the number and location of the outlets, the number of lights in each fixture, and the size and power of the lamps. With the moderate cost of electricity, few homes are ill lighted in thes e days. But there is another phase wh:ch has not ie ceived sufficient attention. That is the importance of suitable lighting fix in the decorative scheme of the home. A very beautiful fixture may be unattractive, if placed in an atmosphere to which it is unsuited. Fixtures run in types as much as furniture. For instance, fixtures for the Colonial home should be finished in antique silver, dull gold, pewter or brass. Early English houses need antique silver, English brass or bronze. The most appropriate finish for the Italian or Spanish home is gold, touched with colors and softened with antique. Another point to be remembered is that the fixtures roust be effective in daylight, and not' t.. merely when they are illuminatecL t

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PLUCK AND LUCK 31:!. I TIMELY BRICK CONSTRUC'l'ION DURABLE The man who builds a common brick house pays in advance just a little more for a home that lasts longer and is by the very nature of its construction immuned from fire danger NIAM-NIAM ENTERS DOG SHOWS Njam-niam dogs, the latest thing in society pets, come from the Sudan .. The London Kenni;l Club has given the Niam-mam unusual recogni tion by declaring it a pure bre ed. The newcomer to British dog shows has a short coat of yellow hair, point e d ears a curly tail and stands about fifteen inches high. HEART OF LATE EMPEROR KARL MAY BECOME ROYALIST SHRINE Ex-Empre s s Zita of Hungary is considering a plan to s end the heart of the late Emperor to Stuplweisenburp: for burial near the graves of Hungary's fir s t kings. . It is intended to make the tomb contammg Karl's heart a legitimi s t Mecca where tho se who still hail the boy Archduke Otto as king may offer prayers for his early return to the thr o:ie. CAMELS, REINDEER, IlOTH BRING FURS Cam e ls, reindeer teams and airplanes are :tJusy collecting furs from the far r e aches of Russia to deck American dowagers and flappers. A way down south in Russian Turkmeista:u, where the sands are hot and the railways few and far between, camels-the ships of the desertbring their cargoes of silvery "baby lamb" furs to the market. Persian Jamb skins-the c rinkly black Astrakhan-also start on the journey to America on the swaying camels. AGED DANCERS SHORTE"-r LIFE, IS DOCTOR S VIEW The views of Englis h doctor a t Monte Carlo. are causing many elderly dance love r s on the Riviera to stop or pause in their revelry. This doctor says that the present craze for dancing is tafing five years from the lives of per sons ove1; sixty who indulge, and that scores of deaths in the British and American colonies in France are traceable to the fad. "Dancing harms no one," he says, "but the harmful part is that the man or woman over sixty usually insists on a youthful dancing partner. BIRDS ATTACK LIGHTHOUSE CREW, EXTINGUISH BEACON Keepers Saddleback Light, on a pile of rocks out in the Atlantic six miles from Vinalhave n, Me., are unable to account for two recent attacks by seabirds during storms. Hundreds of birds took part in the attacks, and dozens of elder ducks, commonly called sea ducks, dashe:l themselves against the friendly beacon and were killed. In the first attack a drake weighing ten pounds broke one of the lenses and put out the light. Disregarding their own safety, the kee.pers work ed 1uriously through the storm to rePji-Ir the dam. TOPICS age. Birds struck all around them. An assistant was knocked down by a big drake as he stz pped into the gallery with a flashlight. Another bird broke a plate-glass window and fluttered to the floor and died of its wounds. NO MORE WILL IRISH BACHELORS GAZE ON LINGERIE MANNEQUINS Bachelors in Enniskillen, Ireland, have been robbed of one of their favorite pastimes-tliat of attending mannequin parades. There has been ,no explanation of the ruling . The news has been whispered about, however, that in view or the fact that married men are permitted to attend the latest fashions in chic iin g-erie are to be displaye d, as well as the newest street creations. Lingerie should not interest bachelor s a\'Cr the shopkeepel'S. The mannequins most of whom are from Dub lin and London, are peeved at the decree of the store managers. If married m e n are allowed to see the parades, declare the mannequins, single men should be equally honored. "All men took a like to us," ventured Mrs. Vera Hutchins, in charge of the mannequin employment agency of County Fermanagh, "and we con t end that it is really taking a shingle off the roof of our livelihood, as bachelors as well as m e n with life mates are interested in smart dress-and a great many of them have no intentions of remaining bachelors always." The married' men are allowed to attend the shows-only on condition that their wives bring them. STRIPES ADD DISTINCTION AND BEAUTY TO PLAIN WALL INTERIORS In many a modern home the one-tone finish gives a background of simplicity and beauty. But to that finish is often added one touch-striping. And that one touch supplies a decorative ,note which makes the room distinctly different from the usual one-tone finish without the striping lines Obtaining the most effective results with sbipes depends upon the choice of color for them and the entire wall. If you use paint made of white-le?.d and flatting oil, your color selection need be limited only by your desires. Striping consists of a narrow banding line or lines applied directly to the side wall. It outlines all window frames, door frames and other interior trim and parallels the wood trim and the ceiling line, the distance away depending on the width of the stripe. Choice of color for the striping is important. A color very close to that of the wall color will result in a subduing effect On the othe r hand, an L.1tensely contrasting c olor will add snap and brilliance. There is practically no end to the number cf shades and tints you can obtain with this all lead, all-color paint mixed and tinted for the job. That is why this combination of white lead and flatting oil is used so frequently in producing striping and many other beautiful and distinctive wall finishes. . ., 'f

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