The boss of the camp, or, The boy who was never afraid

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The boss of the camp, or, The boy who was never afraid

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The boss of the camp, or, The boy who was never afraid
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l No. 1522 NEW YORI(, AUGUST 3, 1927 Sudc;lenly there was a sharp cracking sound, and the bridge gave way, carrying the horse and .rider with. it, down into the canyon. :.,Tbemangave one yell of despair a,she } vanished from their sight. '.J .,.; Price 8 Cents

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PLUCK AND LUCK Jssued. Weekly-Subscription price, per year; Canadian, $4.50; Foreign, $5.00 Copyright, 1927, bf Westbury Publishing Co., lac., J40 Cedar 8trect. .New York N. Y Entered ns Second Class Matter Dec. !:!, Ulll, at the Post-Uttice at New l'.o rk, N. Y., under the Act of March 3, l!lTJ No. 1522 NEW YORK, AUGUST 3, 1927 Price 8 Cents. The Boss of the Camp OR, THE BOY WHO WAS NEVER AFRAID By AN OLD SCOUT. CHAPTER !.-The Ragged Boy Who Wanted Work. The sun was just setting over the mountains of Northern New Mexico when a boy of about eighteen years, mounted upon a half-starved Indian pony, rode up t.:> the office of the North Star mine. He was tall, dark, and slightly built and his black, flashing eyes showed him to be a boy of determination; yet his appearance was anything but attractive, it must be allowed, for his clothes were mere rags, his feet bare and his hat just a bit of old felt which bore little resemblance to its former self; while, as for the horse, it had evidently seen its best days many years before the North Star Mine was opened on Badman's Creek. Its bridle was, simply a rope and the saddle an old bag, yet the boy dismounted with all the assurance of a New York stockholder come out to inspect the property, hitched his pony to a post and walked into the office with the air of a king: "Do you want to hire a boy, sir?" he asked of Mr. Martin, the superintendent, who stood writing in a big book behind the high desk. "No, I don't," he replied, shortly. "If you're a spy the quicker you get off these premises the better. Go back and tell those who sent you that Jack Martin is right and means to stay here if he has to face a hundred men.'' "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir," said the boy. "Nobody sent me here.'' "Are you sure?" "Why, I ought to be. I'm nobody, although you seem to think I'm somebody. I suppose there is nothing criminal in a poor fellow like me asking for work?" Mr. Martin laid down the revolver, and, with an anxious glance thrqugh the office window, said: "Perhaps I've made a mistake, boy. I am all alone here. There's a strike on in this mine.'' "So I heard, sir; that's why I came up to ask for work.'' "What's your name?" "Harry Holloway, sir." "Where are you from?" "Hangtown, Arizona.'' "Humph! A bad town.'' "Used to be, but it has been better of late, cnce Mr. Gibson took it in hand'" .. "That's that smart boy they've made mayoi: over there?" ''Yes, sir." "I'm told he came into town a mere tramp?" "That's right, sir; he's one of the richest mine owners in the place now, and he's a fighter, too. He's run all the bad men out of town." "I wish some one would run the bad men out of this region, then," sighed Mr. Martin. "I said we had a strike here,' but it isn't really a strike. The men simply demand protection from the toughs who have made themselves the pests of this neighborhood, and as I can't give it to them, they've all quit work and left me here alone. Boy, why did you leave Hangtown? What brings you over here?" "Oh, it's a long story, sir. My father was killed . in the mines and-and, well, he had a bad name and everybody is down on me on that account. I couldn't find anything to do there, so we just started off on the tramp, me and Bill--" "Bill? You have some one with you, then?" "Bill's my pony, sir. He's outside." "Oh!" o "I should think. if you were all alone you might find ;;ome use for me, sir. I'll do anything and you can pay me whatever you like. As to the toughs, I've been bucking up against them ever since I was born. I'm not afraid." "You are certainly a plucky fellow," said Mr. Martin, reflectively, "but it seems almost like murder to ask you -Or any one else to do wltat I have in mind." "Never mind that, sir. Just tell me what it is and I'll do it. I told you once before that I'm not afraid." "Very well. Then go to Arizona Jake's hold-out down at Wickedsburg, get in with the gang, find out what they mean to do and come back and let me know." "That's a tough commission, Mr. Martin." "Yes, tough in more senses than one. I thought you'd refuse." "Then you thought wrong, because I'm going to accept." "You'll do it!" "I'll do my best. I was only thinking about--. N "What?" "They pay." "The North Star Mine will pay you well for any work you ma,do for them, young man."

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I 2 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP "That sounds aff right, but .I've had something to do with these corporations before now. They sometimes forget." / "Well, then, how about me?" "I'll trust your word, sir. "AW right. There's your job. It's a hundred fOX:you w.hen here with any information of any value." "',l'hat goes; and in the meantime--" "In tlie meantime I stay right here. Arizona Jake has sworn to kill me and I shouldn't be at all surprised if he did it in the end, but I'm determined to die at my post. "Whereabouts in Wickedsburg is the hold-out of Arizona Jake?" "That you'll have to find out for yourself." "I'll do it. I'm ready to start right now. There's one thing l want to ask for, though." "Not money-I won t pay in advance, boy." "And I have no idea of asking it. I. have no revolver. I might need "Yoff will. Take this and here is a box of cartridges. I've got another." "Thank you, sir," r e plied Harry, putting the revolver in his pocket. "Now I'll go He hastily left the office, unhitched Bill, and, vaulting lightly into the saddle was off like a shot. Mr. Ma rtin w a tched h i m until he had turned the bluff which m arke d the entrance to Rocky Run and the n went b a ck into the office and shut the door It soon grew da1 k and the shad ows fell particularly dens e in Rocky Run, which was a long, narrow canyo n with Badman's Creek running through it and lofty prE cipices towering on either s ide Harry had never been to Wickedsburg, which fully bore out its somewhat singular name, as it was reckoned the worst town in New Mexico, and many declared that it was the wors t in the entfre far West. It was quite a sizable place, too; there was a big quartz mill located on the creek there and its main street was lined with gambling houses, dance houses, liquor and concert saloons from one end to the other. People who were in positioncto know declared that it was "a cold day" when at kast one man was not shot in Wickeds }>u;rg arid very often it was two or three, or even more On one occasion this same Arizona Jake had shot down six men in col
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. ? THE .;BQSS OE ,. to. send him I can take it, but how will you cross the break ahead?" "I'm sure' I don't know." "Is your horse a g o od one on the jump?"" "He s a splendid horse. I've seen him jump Wider spaces than that, but : r should not want::to fry it. I'm so sorry your h\>ise is dead." Harry was sorry, too. He could .have cried when he tl10ught of poor Bill, wlio had been his Compani o n for year s 'Our boy from. Hangtown was sent out for' 'bu siness and he e agerly tioned Jennie Mills as to what she kiiew about the movem ents of Ariiona Jake's gang. ., lie might as well have saved himself the 'trem ble, for her information amounted to nothing be yond the fact that an attack was contemplated upon the mine. When or how it was to be attempte d she did not know. "This won't do," said Harry; "it was very brave of you to try and gr.t "over to the mine, miss, but Mr. Martin already knows all that you can tell I'll go back to Wickedsburg with you, for I must find out more.'' "Oh, if you only would," replied Jennie. "I'm :afraid to push on now." "How far is it into town?" "Only a mile after you cross the bridge, but you needn't hope to accomplish 'anything, mister. A boy like you could never g et into Arizona Jake's hold-out--oh, no!" "Don't be so sure of that," laughed Harry; "and don't call me mister. I'm Harry Holloway. You can call me by my first name.'' "They'll kill you, Hany. They'll kill you, sure." "I'm not afraid. Something has got to be done. I've got to find out when they mean to attack the mine, and, what's more, I've got to get back and tell Mr. Martin. I wish you were nQt afraid to jump the broken bridge 1 l "I'm not, with you." ;' "That so? Then that settles it. Here we go." f Harry sprang on the horse behind the girl and 'took the bridle out of her hand. "Hold on tight, Jennie!'' he cried. "We'll either get across or we'll die together, one of 'the two." Away they flew, covering the forty 'feet or so of the trail which separated them from the open space . "Up! Up!" shouted Harry, for the critical moment had come. The horse took the break nobly and caught the rocks with his forefeet. The1e was one awful moment of suspe nse, when it seemed to Harry 'that they must surely sliJ'.l down into the ravine and then the hoDse s cramble:d to a su1e footing on the trail, away they went dashing down the .hm, with the electric lights of Wickedsburg in full view before them and the lights of the dif 'ferent mines twinkling l)n the mountain slopes on all sides "That's Wickedsburg," said Jennie, .but oh, Harry, what will become of us if Arizona Jake happens to be on the street? He knows what I went out of town for and he had jus t as soon kill us both as eat." "Would he?" .asked Harrl'.'. "Well, I'm not afraid o'f Arizona Jake or anv other man. Here 1goes for Wickedsburg and don't you forget it 'Jenilie ; before J leave town I'll have found out all I want to know, but I'm going to leave you right here.' :, i "To leave me! Why?" "Have you far to "No, not very. I turri down the first side lTIY father's" house is :right there.'" "I'll watch," said Harry, slipping off the horse. "If any one attacks you I shall be on hand.'' Jennie rode on slowly and Harry hurried along the bbardwalk pas t saloons, with their colored lfghts, pas t concert halls with their braying band. $ the screen doors; past gambling house s, where the click of the faro chip s could be di stinctly heatd and past a few stores whe r e hon e s t bu sines s was carried on, but it was getting late now and these.were closed. Jennie had jtlst: come opposit e to Mik e Cunningham's saloon--one of the most notorious in Wicked sburg-when three men came tumbling out shouting and yellin g and evidently pretty well under tne influence of Mike's whisky, which wa
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1 : ,THE BOSS. OF THE GAMP : ... i against me. Come on, now. I Jove the feller, man or boy, who dare's to stand up against Arizona Jake." . He gave the dead man a savage kick as he spoke, and, clutching Harry's arm, drew him away to the sidewalk. There was no one to inter-' fere with them. "I've got in with the very man I want to know," thought Harry; "if I work him right this may be the very. thing; at all events, I'm not afraid." Jake, avoiding Cunningham's, the way into Milligan's dance house next door. It was a rough place. At the back was a sm!lll stage whru:e cheap variety shows sometimes performed, but now there were only two men seated upon it, one hammering away for dea1 life on an old tin pan of a oiano, while the other torture
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THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 5 aside the astonished gamblers and jumped up upon one of the faro tables. This gave hill} the advantage of being able to fir1 ( down at, his enemie s and yet made him, a conspicuous mark. "Come on and take me!" he shouted, flourishing his revolver. "I come from Arizona, where bad mlln grow. I can hold my own with any man on earth. CHAPTER IV.-The Chase Up the Run. Instantly the revolvers began to crack and the glasses to fly, and before Harry realized what a storm he had started it was at its full height. Harry fired several shots and the gamblers and toughs began popping away at each other, while the bartenders sent' a shower of tumblers whirling into the room. Several fell wounded, and there might have been some killed for all Harry could tell Suddenly the boy felt a stinging sensation in the left shoulder. A bullet had just grazed him. He felt faint and sick, for he thought that he had met his death. By this time the uproar was tremendous. It was a free fight all around, and right in the midst of it some one pulled Harry off the table and hustled him into the street. Our hero's head was swimming, and it was not until he was fairly out of the place that he realized that he was in the hands of a young man but a 'little older than himself. He was comfortably dressed in the style of the country, and had a bright, intelligent face, but it needed only on e glance on Harry's p art to see that he was fres h from the East. "You are wounded!" he s aid. "You want to look out for yourself. They are after you red hot, and they mean to kill you. Come with me." "No," replied Harry, "I can't. I've got work to do. I'm not much hurt, I guess. ;.; 'You mus t come! There i sn't a minute to be lost. Ah! Here the y are now!" Two toughs burs t out of Dyb all's. The y were two of the gang who had worked their way clean through the saloon. The young man dragged Harry into the doorway alongside of Dalrymple's grocery store Fortunately the door was unfastened and r e sponded to his touch. In a second the boys were behind it, the young man supporting Harry, who began to s how signs of fainting. "Listen to me!" he whispered. "You're as good as dead if you don't give those fellows the s lip. Know who that fellow is? Well, he's Dick D o w ling, Arizona Jake's partner. He'll show you no mercy, but I think I can help you to escape." "I was thinking," gasped Harry, "that,_ if we could only get through to the alley we might capture a couple of their I don't believe they are guarding them. I know it's rather cheeky, but--" "Great Scott! Why, it's the very scheme I was about to propose," laughed the young man. "You must be a mind-reader. Come on! Come on!" They ran through the dark hall to its end, where there was a door leading out into the alley which was fastened, but they easily opened it and passed out. J,, .. t l t. I lJ : Tliey were now two doors below Dyball's and the horses were right before them. Quick as thought Harry sprang upon the back of one and the young m an lost no time in getting on another. "Let her go!" cried Harry, and away they dashed up the alley, around the corner into Main Street, and so on up the hill to Rqcky Run, when Harry pulled in and came alongside his panion. l "Can you jumP' a break of fifteen feet or so ?" J "I'm blest if I know. I'm not much on horseJ back. Why do you ask?" "We've got to do it if we go this way." "Isn't this the way to the North Star mine?" "Yes." "There used to be a bridge?" "Yes, but it's down." "You mean over Badger oonyon? I never could jump thai, break." "Yes, but your horse might. I'm sure I can make mine do it." "I couldn't. I'm afraid, and the horse would .. know it." "Then I expect we are in for it. Hark! Don't you hear them? They are after us! They'll catch us at the break-it's right ahead." The situation was getting s erious, for the ter of hoofs could be he3rd behind them, and Harry had not the least doubt thaf it meant that they were being closely followed by Arizona Jake's gang. "You must leave me," said the young man ly. "I can't make the jump! You can! Go on!" "Never!" replied Harry. "I los t my head in the gambling hou s e, and if you hadn't inter2 fered and hustled me out more than likely I would have lost my life too "I'll do whatever you say. I'm no horseback rider, and I might a s well commit suicide at onco a s to try to jump that break. Harry reined in. "Jump up here behind me, he cried. "This hors e i s a bully one. He can jump with two. Quick now! There i sn't an in stant to be lost!" I The young man obeyed. Harry looked back and saw half a dozen mounted men coming along the canyon in full purs uit. They shouted something which he could not understand, and fired, but the shots must have fallen short of the boys, for Harry could not hear the "zip" of the bullets as they dashed on. Again and again the brave boy dug his heels into his horse's flanks. "Up! Up! Up, boy! Up!" he shouted, as they flew forward. "I shall fall off!" gasped the young man. "I'm slipping now." "No, you're not! Throw your arms around me and hold on! Now shut your eyes! Here we go!" The break was right ahead now. Harry yelled like a young Indian, thus firing the horse up to the task he had to perform. The tough little mustang responded nobly, clearing the break with three feet to spare. "That's the talk!" cried Harry, and then in stead of on he whirled the mustang. around and brought him to a stand. He whipped out his revolver and fired low. .... I

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6 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP The foremost of the gang was jus t about to make the leap, but Harry's bullet put an end to all that, for it took the horse b etwee n the e yes and the animal dropped dead upo n t lie trail, throwing his rider clean _over his head. This brought all behind to a de a d _halt1 of course the mustang around onc e more Harry went dashmg up the canyon and had s oqn van jshed around a turn in _the cl i ffs. 'CHAPTER V.-The Dead Man on the _FloC:ir. "By thunder, tnat's great! You're the braves t fellow I ever struck!" gasped the young man as soon as )1.e could find spe e ch "We ll, it had to be done," replied Harry, coolly. "I don't know as I'm any braver than the next. All there is about it, I .didn't have time to be afraid." "Do you know who I am?" asked the other . "No, I'm sure I don't. I'd like to, thougn," said -Harry. . "My name is Rob Rollin s . My father is the principal owner in the North Star." 1 "Hello! You've b ee n there before, then?" "Yes, a year ago. Who are you?" ; "Oh, I'm just nobody," replied Harry. "I'm only a tramp if you have a mind .to. call me so." "But you've got a name; I s uppo se?" "Yes, and it's about all I have got. Harry Hol loway is my name. I'm suppo se d to live in Hangtown, Arizona, when I'm h.ome. 1 "What takes you to the North Star, then? I want to go there myself, but I don't--" "You don't see why I s hould Well I'll tell you, but don't think that I mean to hitch on to you, fo1 I'm not that sort of fellow at all. I just want to finish my job :>nd then I'm ready to go on the tramp again." "We'll see about that. If there i s anything I can do for you--" "That's all right. We stand even and I won't put myself under obligations to an:y man. Mr. M artin, the superintendent, sent me over t o Wickedsburg to find out when Arizona Jake's gang meant to attack the mine. I've done all I could, and I think I shall be safe in reporting that they mean to make the attack to-night. A s s oon as I've told him and got my pay, I shall go about my busines s-that's all." While they talked the boys kept the mustang at full spe e d, and it was not a great while i>efore Harry became aware that they were rapidly approaching the North Star. "Strange we don't hear anything of tho se fel lows behind u s," he remarked "It can't b e pos ;ible that they' ve give n it up and g on e b a ck." '"I'm sure I don't know," r e plied Rob; "but there's one thing that is wei ghing on my m ind." "What's that?" "I can't understand why, after A r izona Jake ahowed the gang that you were itis friend, they should attack you--that's what's puzzling me." "And do you know it has puzzl e d me a good deal, too," replied Harry. "It look s to me as though thaf gang were not pulling together quite as much as people suppos e What do you think?" "Just the same." "Another case of .our thinking alike. Jake told -\ me to wait there in the card room till he came lJ.ac;kJ and the ot!)er fE:llows tried to make disobey' hhrt. Why was that?" "Why was. it' that fellow turned on Jake and tried to klll him? It was one of his own. men, wasn't it? .'It certainly looked so. He came Qut of the gin mHl with hi111 and a s s:ion as I took a s1;and agains t Jake he jumpe d in with me. There isn't the least doubt that meant to kill him then; the other fellow to be in it, too, for a s soon as Jake 'shot the man he turned and ran away." : ''J: es; :md a s soon as you too'k a stand against them those. fellows were ready to kill you. There's something w.rong about' the politics of that gang, you may rest assured." It was impossible to describe how much Harry enjoyed this chat with hi'l new friend. ,Never. be7 :fore had he found a companjon to whom he could talk freely. No wonder then that Harry took W him. He thought as they were riding into mine yard that Rob was just the nicest he had ever met in his life. There was a light burn ing in the window of Mr. Ma,rtin's office, but as: Harry his horse toward the door it was sud denly extmguished. "That's queer!" exclaimed Rob. "Whoever was inside there must have heard us earning. I don't understand why that light was put out." "\Vhy, it can't be anybody but Mr. Martin, n less some one has joined him s ince I left," replied Harry. "He was all alone in the mine then." "Is there any way of getting in here except by Rocky Run?" "Why, certainly. You can come in by the Ari zona Trail-that's the way I came in the first place "But can you -get on to the Arizona Trail from Wickedsburg without coming through Rocky Run?" "I'm sure I don't know. I was never in Wick edsburg before to-night. I think likely enough there may be some roundabout way, though. Say, it's a little strange that Mr. Martin don't come out." Harry had been waiting to s ee if the superin tendent would not put in an appearance, fo r he felt more worried than h e cared to admit over the sudden di sappearance of the light. The big ore house and the thre e shaft houses loomed up dimly before them in the darknes s, and the profound silenc e which pervaded the place was som ewhat reassuring, for if the gang were there, Harry reasoned the y would be likely to make the ms elves heard. ''We've got to find out what this means, l'l.l:r. Rollins," said Harry, dropping off the saddl e "Well, I'm only Rob to you, Harry, and don't you forget it," was the r e p ly. "Whatever dange r there is ahead of u s we pull together. My father is the bigge s t owner in this mine, and you may rest a ssur ed we won t forget what you have. tried to do for the North Star to-night." "Thats' all right," said Harry. "Have you got a revolver?" "Yes." "Better get it out, then, and don t talk. Depend upon it, there is something wrong here, or Mr. Martin would have b ee n ou t be fore thi s." Rob drew his revolver while Harry, who already had his out, walked boldly up the steps and tried

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THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 7 the office door. It was locked, and the boy knock-away," and out he sp,rang to put his own order ed on it with the butt of his revolver. into execution, apparently. "Mr. Martin! Mr. Martin!" he shouted. "I'm Just at that moment Harry succeeded in tear back again! Open the door!" ing him self .free, but he lost his revolver in the There was no answer. Harry artd Rob stood lis-struggle one of the men having snatched it from tening breathlessly. his hands. "Let's light out!" breathed Rob. "I'm sure there "I give up, gents," he said, coolly. "You is something wrong here." have to shoot me! I'm only a poor boy!" . "Hark!" whispered Harry. "Don't you hear the There he stood with his back against the wall horses? Those fellows al' e coming at last!" and four revolvers pointed at him. "Blest if you're not right. So much the more "Four against one is long odds," he drawled. reason .why we should light out! Let's go now!" "Will you all shoot rne at once, or will you try "Not .tjll I know what's going on inside here," it one at a time?" . . 'said Harry, firinly . "If I can't'get in by.the door Plucky, ,by .. gaul!,,.Taugned one .of the men. inaybe by tl:ie window." . ,. "Say. kid, .what's your. name?'.' . He went down the steps and tried .tile sash. It. "Harry liol.loway. Wha.t's yours?" -. -1 was mirry tllrew it. ui) ai\9, peered "Don't get fresh. ,Where are you fmm?" intO' tlie offii:e: It.was-tee darkto see1md1., but "Well, I'm from Wickedsburg' just now. I as iie11r, as he .Could 'make out :t .here i::. no 'ont;! long over in -Arizona when I.am to home.'' inside. ... :.. '!Hain't""you the feller what saved_ Arizona ."This tliini:'(has 'iot. to-be .setUe4 I" lie J.ake's life in Wickedslitng to-riight? t :vaplting .in tlrrough the: windQw . <: .. :'-"I believe I am.'". : ' : .Tohis horror he came down uponthe'J>ody of. a know he is! '.fhat's boy," said a voice a:t : inan lying. stretched upon the ffoor,'but :the Window.' ._ -labdea good and hara up:ri. it, .there .. was not a Ther.e stood Dick Dowling lOoki.ng into the 6tiund. .. -' room. -:, .. "Oh, Rob! Therehas been.muroe1 "donehere!". :-"T'other. one's nobody," he added; "he's got off 'cried -Hai:ry as he.sprang aside. .. .. and we'll let him go, but;i;hat feller shot my ,. horse at Badger canyon. He came -here to warn Martin-that's him;" -CHAPTER VI...:_What Are You Going -to de with That Boy? , -What is-it?" cried Rob. "Harry, they are rig.ht upon u s! Tb.ere isn't an instant to lose!" "I've got to li.ght a match and see what's here!" gasped Harry. He did so, and to his horror saw that the man he had stepped on was Mr. Martin, lying upon his back dead, with a bullet wound in his foreheacl. Harry was so startled that he dropped the match which was immediately extinguished. "Oh Rob! It's M:r. Martin! He's been mur dered!" he cried, and thenbefore he could utter another word there came a rush behind him, a light flash ed and our boy from Ari1rnna found himself struggling in the grasp of two toughlQOking citizens, while a third turned a dark lantern u pon him, and there were others behind. "That's the boy Jake caught on to! Hold him!" the man-with the.lantern cried. "l!ang!" went Rob's revolver through the open window. , The shot flew wild, and Harry struggling to free himself, saw his friend turn and run off into the darkness as fast as his legs could carry him. At the same instant a dozen or more mounted men came dashing into the mine yard. It was useless to struggle now. The office was soon filled with the outlaws and the electric light being turned on all was as bright as day. Harry saw that the big iron door at the other end of the room had b ee n blown open, and he could see great pile of 'bags im;ide. There could be no doubt about the bags being what the outlaws were after, for their value was very great. With more courage than wisdom, Mr. Martin had remained at the mine to defend them, and the atitempt had cost him his life. "Hold on to that boy!" bawled the man with the -lantern. Then through the window he shouted: "Catch that other fellow! Don't let him get "He'.11 not warn Martin now," replied the other. "You may have a score tosettle with him, bilt I'v!l got a bigger one.'" l "That's what you have, Barney," replied Dickl, springing in by the window. "Only for him your brother would have been here now, and Jake ly ing as dead in Wickedsburg as Martin seems to be here. The boy is your game. Why don't yer db him? If he'd been the death of my brother and I was in your s hoes, he wouldn't be standing therll grinning like he is now." I "Jus t so ," replied Barney. "Every man knows his neighbor' s business better'n his own It's beL cause he was the death of my brother that I don't shoot him. How deep is the main shaft on the North Star, Dick?" 1 "Uster be three hundred and twenty-five feet yvhen I worked here,'' was the reply. "I don't know how deep it is now.'' "It's a good fifty feet more at least; that's his grave, Dick Dowling, and he's going down into i't alive." What about Harry's feelings now? Was he afraid? Perhaps. Still he did not show it. His voice did not even tremble when he spoke up and_ said:. "Say, boys, you .wouldn't kill a poor feilow like me, would you? How should I know that Arizona Jake meant to turn on his friends?" "Sound argument that, Barney," sneered Dow ling. "If you don't want to do the kid for being the death of your brother leave him to me, and I'll do him for being the death of my horse." "Open the door," said Barney, fiercely, and he sprang upon Harry and seized him by the throat. Harry kicked and did his best to defend himself, but Barney slung him around as easily as if he had been a baby. In a second he had him by the back of the neck and running him out through the door, pushed him on toward the shaft how;e, which stood over that awful hole in the ground which promised now to be Harry's grave. Where was

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I 8 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP Rob7 Harry could see nothing of him as he went flying along, almost taken off his feet by the force with which Barney pushed him over the ground. They were close to the shaft house when the dc>or was suddenly flung open and there in the full lig4t of a large lantern which swung suspended from the ceiling, stood Arizona Jake with a rifle in his hand. "Well, what are you going to do with that boy, Barney?" he asked, deliberately. "Perhaps you don't lmow that I would have had one of your brother's bullets in my brain now if it hadn't been for him!" CHAPTER VIl.-The Retreat into the Shaft. The sudden appearance of Arizona Jake at the door of the shaft house brought the toughs to a halt. His demand to kn'lw what they "were going to do with that boy?" was clear and peremptory. It was plain to Harry that the toughs were still afraid of. this man-just as plain to him as it was that Arizona Jake had in a great measure lost his influence with the gang. "Back! Back, every one of you!" said Jake, sternly. "This boy saved my life and I mean to save his. Take that-and that! There's fight left m the old man yet. Take that, too, you suckers! Now, then, bub, it's life or death. You follow me!" Jake fired three times and each shot told. Barney was one of those who went down, but the oth ers hit were n'ot so badly wounded that they could not join their comp anions in one grand rush for the shaft house door. Harry had made his rush before that. B efo1e the firing began he made a bold dash to join Jake and got there. Jake as he fired his third shot, slammed the door and held it vtith shoulder and knee. "Put up the bar, bub!" he cried. "Put up the bar! Quick, now! Quick!" There was a big bar of wood standing near, and there were sockets against the door jambs ready to receive it. Quick as thought Harry seized the bar and jammed it down into place. "We are safe for the moment," gasped Jake, who was as pale as deatb. "Now for the next move. I'm a bad man, bub, but I hope thar's some good into me. Anyhow, I'm going to save you from that thar gang if I never do nothing else in this world." "Help me, too!" spoke a frightened voice from the corner behind a barrel. "Don't think me a coward, Harry, but I couldn't face those fellowsno, I couldn't! It was no use to try." "Rob Rollins!" cried Harry, as his new found friend came out. "That's me," said Rob. "For goodness sake what are we going to do?" "Friend of yorn?" Arizona Jake whispered hoarsely to Harry. "Yes," replied Harry. "Help him as you would me. Tell me what to do and I'll do it. The bar 'Won't hol
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THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 9 It was no time for talk and there was none made. Shot after shot came whizzing down the shaft, but still the three fugitives continued, reaching the bottom after a few moments, where lfarry stood breathless, waiting for Jake to come Clown. "We are safe now," whispered the tough, hoarsely. "They can't get another ladder rigged up short of ten or fifteen minutes, and I don't be lieve they'll try it at all." "What's the matte1 with you? What makes you speak so hoarse?" demanded Harry, quickly. "Shot in the side near the heart," gasped Jake. "Say, bub, I know the way out of here, so don't worry. I guess I'm going to pass in my chips, though. Say, light up now. I feel awful "Great Scott! What if he should die now?" cried Rob. "Quick, Harry_ He has fallen against me! Do be quick!" Harry lost not an instant in lighting the lantern, but he was too late. Ariz9na Jake fell fainting against Rob, who caught him and laid him down on the slimy floor of the shaft. "Oh, Harry!" he cried, "we are in for it now. We can't get up and we don't know how to get out. We are stuck in the shaft." CHAPTER VIII.-A Golden Discovery. It was a bad situation certainly, for it would lmve been simply an impossibility to get out of the shaft without help, and that meant starving to death with a dead man for company, perhaps, for the voices above had already died away. Perhaps the toughs had gone after another ladder or perhaps they had given up the chase. As usual, Harr' y acted promptly. Seizing the lantern, he held it down over Arizona Jake so as to see the true state of affairs. "He's still breathing, Rob!" he exclaimed, "but he's almost gone, though. I didn't know that he had been hit. Here, let's raise him up. Perhaps we can stop the bleeding. Be quick!" They managed to get the tough into a sitting position and while they were at it he suddenly revived, opened hi!i eyes and scrambled to his feet, exclaiming: "Come on! Come on! I'm not gone yet. You can't do anything for me here, but you may be able to help me after we get out of the shaft." He seized the lantern, and, waving it about, threw the light into a dark, narrow opening behind them. He hurried on with feverish haste, coming to the end of the drift in a moment. Now their way was blocked by what appeared to be a solid wall of rock. "Push!" cried Jake. "Boys, you'll bury me, won't you? If you do strike it rich here, young feller, put some kind of a mark over my grave; that's all I ask now." Harry and Rob threw their whole weight against the stone and it tumbled over, disclosing a passage into the open. Pushing through they found themselves standing on the side of a steep slope looking down into a long narrow valley. They were far down in Death Valley, which lay on the other side of the mountain, upon which the North Star mine was located. It was a barren, desolate spot, where even prospectors seldom ventured. Not a blade of grass nor a tree nor any green thing grew there; hence its name. Fifty feet below them was the dry bed of an old creek, down toward which Arizona Jake pointed. "Harry," he said, faintly, "I'm dying. There's no help for me and I know it." "No, no! Don't give up," cried Harry, throwing his arm about the unfortunate fellow, who was leaning heavily against him now. "No use. I can't buck against it," gasped Jake. "Listen to me. When I worked in the North Star I was one of the few who ran this drift to its end. We didn't know we were coming into the valley, for the surveys were wrong, but we did come through the wall and we had to stop and so the drift was abandoned as you see it now and that shaft was given up. Then they went to work and opened a new one. Do you hear what I say?" "Yes," replied Harry, but it was very hard to hear him, his voice had grown so faint. "I went down into the valley afterwal'd and prospected," continued Jake. "I thought there was gold there and I hunted till I found it. That was only three weeks ago, and-say, I'm going. Hollister owns this property, boy. Buy it-big thing. See that rock dam there in the bed of the creek? Look behind it-gold-'-yes-say, I'm a goner now." These were Arizona Jake's last words. The boys laid him down on the hillside and worked over him the best they knew how for half an hour or more, but it was no use, for the man was dead. Morning dawned over Death Valley clear and cool. Not a sound was to be heard anywhere. Rob \Vas asleep, stretched upon the ground, with his head on his arm, while Harry sat beside him pondering npon the strange turn his affairs had taken. The dead body of Arizona Jake had been carried back into the drift and the big flat stone put in place in front of the opening. It was all that Harry could do for the poor fellow. "Well, I did my part, anyhow," he thought, "and I don't see why I shouldn't rest ea<>y and make all out of this secret that I can. I should like nothing better than to start a camp of my own. I'd be the boss of it, too, you bet. I'd like to see the gang that would drive me off." It seemed like building castles in the air, for even if Death Valley was full of gold there was the owner, Hollister, to deal with. Harry had not the faintest idea who this man Hollister was or where he lived, but he knew a lot about mining business. It is a common thing out in New Mexico and Arizona to start a mh1e on another man's land and take one's chances of with the owner afterward. Harry determined to try :it out here in Death Valley, if the situation seemed to warrant it. "Let me find the gold and I'll .take care of the rest," he thought. "I'll have a camp in full blast here inside of a week." It waa !!ow broad daylight and he woke up Rob,

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10 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP who sprang to his feet, declaring 'that he had not been asleep at all. "Come, that's all nonsense," laughed Harry. "You were asleep 1and snoring. It's morning now, Rob, and got to hustle." "Yes," said Rob, "first thing we must do is to find the. way out of this place." ."Not at all. Have you forgotten?" "What'" .. "What Jake told us last night before he died." $cott, Harry, you don't mean to go pros-pecting now?" "But I do, though." "It seems like robbing the dead." "Nonsense! That man saved my life, but, then, I saved his . We can't help him now, bt we can help ourselves. Come on, Rob. I'm going down to the big rock "But i s there a way out of this hole?" asked Rob, a nxiously, as they hurried d, wn the hill. "Of course there is-there must be, and we will find it-never you fear. Just think of it, if we should happen to strike it rich here we'll stal't a camp of our own." "I gue ss I've got all I can do to run the North Star," said Rob, "but I suppose my father might put up to buy the property in case we do strike anything." "Is v ottr fathe r a very rich man Rob? ' Well, he i s s uppo s ed to be so. Harry, but be tween ourselv e s, he is most awfully tied up. I've had everything I wanted ever since I wa>: bom, but from som ething rve heard lately I'm afraid if father should die I should have to hustle. Be tweenyou and I, Harry, I uon't believe there woulcl be enough to pay his debts when everything c a me to be settled up." By thistime they had reached the bottom of the hill and stood in the bed of the dry creek. Harry had never lost sight of the big rock to which Jake had directed his attention, and he now led the way toward it. There was nothing to show that the ground had ever been disturlied here, but when they went be hind the ro.ck there were:traces that some one had been recently qigging. . "Hello! A find already!" cried Harry. looking around. He knelt down and pulled out from under -'the : i;
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THE Boss OF THE c.AMP it ;:;"We'd' better fay' iiiw. . ': :;. ''. .. .','N-0t while .thern's wo1 k to do . Who's afraid?" cried Harry, dashing f prward.. . .. , He to forget tpe fact' t join the stout g entleman, w,hose Vigorous firing had caused the toughs to halt and fall back. "Thank you, young man," he called out. "My name is Hollister. I've got a thousand d ollars in gold in that wago'n . If you help me out I'll not forget you. Ah! Caught between two fires. I thought as much." "Hai:;ry! Harry!" shouted Rob '.'Her e they j:Oroe!" ". . . They were in for a fight now and no mistake. .'T.fi.e toughs had halted out of range of the revolver shots . '.'Sweep 'em down, Barney!" shouted one. '!Tb.ere's a big boodle here!" And Harry looking b a ck saw Barney with one arm in a sling, with Dick Dowling and half a dozen others, dashing up the road. '.'Stand by me, boy," cried Mr. Hollister, little guesi;;ing the excellent reasons Harry had for doing so. "You them this side and I'll ...tackle the other,'' replied Harry coolly. He threw up his revolver and fired straight at :Barney, who rode a little in advance of the rest. CHAPTER X.-Saved by The Wickedsburg Stage. --;,Upon my word, young 1!1an, y?u jus.t as though you were not one int-affa1d; exclaimed Mr. Hollister, as Ha1Ty fired .again.. "What's the use bemg afraid?" replied . ; ; ') ; . . Harry: "We wori't niake anything by that. The odds are dead against us, though.". ""Th.e11 you don't eJi:pect' to escape?." "BGng!" ... Once mo1'e h e let fly ,and this time a horse fell on the traiI, blocking the advance of the rest."" "Really, I don t s ee how we are going to," said Harry, who h a d unhorse d Barney on the. other side, .and downed another tough with a se.cond sho.t. . . Harry was quite rlght in sayjng that. there r eally was no chance, and there is har.dl:Y a doubt &hat it would have ended in the killing the whole party and the capture of the gold if at that irios t critical moment the W ickedsburg stage had not come 'rattling dowri the pas s. . Barney's gang heard it, and g a ve up the fight To Harry'9 relief he saw them turn back and go gallopmg away toward the approaching stage. They had no notion of tackling it, howcver, for the driver was a plucky man,. and always had two othe1 good fighters with him heavily armed. They turned aside into the cros s "canyon and made good their escape, while the gang on the other side, knowing that their chance was gone, hastily halted, put their wounded on the horses and beat a retreat. If any of the toughs were killed outright Harry never knew it forwhen the stage came up and halted and they. had a chance to look, there were no dead bodies to be found. There were six passengers in the stage, and of course they all sprang out as soon as they reached the wagon. Many of them were acquainted with, Mr. Holli ster, who was one of the owners of the quartz mill at Wickedsburg, and it goes without saying that they list e ned eagerly to his story of the fight . "The bravest boys in New Mexico, sir!" de clared the mill owner, patting Harry on the back. "My daughte r and I would have been killed sure, if it hadn't been for them." "Better fl'.O back to Wickedsburg, Mr. Hollister," said one. "These fellows will be laying for you. It isn't safe for you to go on alone." "Well, I don't propose to, if these woung fellows will go w ith us to Manning," replied Mr. Hollister. "My daughter is going to Frisco, an
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12 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP "It don't strike me at all," replied Harry. "What? Not enough?" exclaimed Mr. Hollister, in a tone of surprise. "For my I won't take a cent," said Harry, "and Rob feels the same way; but there is some thing else you can do for me, if you will." "All right. Anything you say goes, my boy. You've done me a big service, and I want to square accounts." "You can do that very easily, sir," replied Harry. "Give it a name," "Are you the owner of Death Valley, Mr. Hollister?" "Well, I am of part of it, and I wish I wasn't. A worthless piece of land, if ever there was one, Why do you ask?" "I want to buy in there?" "You?" "Yes." "What do you mean ? I only own on the east side of the creek line." "If you'll let me tell my story, I think I can make my meaning clear to you, sir," replied Harry. "I want to say first, however, that I haven't got a cent, and so whatever bargain we m;:,y make, it will have to be on time." "That will be all right," said Mr. Hollister, beginning to eat. "Fire away. Let's hear it all. I suspect you've made a strike down in Death Valley, young man, but you need not be afraid but what I'll use you square." "Well, we have made a find in the valley," admitted Harry, and he went on and told his story, winding up by laying a sample of the gold on the table. "This is a great piece of business!" exclaimed Mr. Hollister. "Do you mean to tell me that you foun<;l this gold in Death Valley?" "That's exactly what we did, sir. What do you think of it?" "Why it's all right. It strikes me, boys, that I'm a richer man than I thought for. Well, this is great." "Perhaps I could get my father to heln us," said Rob "I'd like to see Harry take hold there, and __ ,, "Wait a minute," broke in Mr. Hollister, "I know-your father very well, and I'm somewhat :familiar with his affairs. I don't think it will be worth while to bother him." Rob looked uneasy and said no more. "I don't want any help," said Harry; "all I .want is a chance to work. I've got a proposition to make you, Mr. Hollister. It may seem a bad one, but-" "Go on," 1'aid the mill owner. "Don't be afraid. I'm always open to propositions from a smart fellow like you." "Well, then,'' said Harry, "sell me a hundred feet along the <'reek in Death Valley on time. If I strike it rich the value of the rest of your property will be so improved that it will more than pay for the risk. If I fail you'll be no worse off than you are "I say yes to that," laughed Mr. Hollister. "How much time do you want-twenty years?" "No sir-twelve months." Hu'm! You know something about the mining business, I fancy." ''I ought to; I've been around mines all my life. What's to be the price?" "What do you say?" asked Mr. Hollister, leani!'lg back in his chair. "It's for you to say, sir. You are selling." -"Not at all. You are taking chances. I have considered the property worthless until now. Have you mining knowledge enough to decide? Wouldn't it .be better to let some practical man examine the creek ? ."If you say so, certainly." "But I don't say so on my own account. I speak solely on yours." "Then I say no I'll take my chances." "All right. Name the price you are willing to pay. I'll give you a year's time, secured by a mortgage of two-thirds the valuation. Fire away, Harry." "Twenty thousand dollars," said Harry, doubt ... fully, "Good!" exclaimed Mr. Hollister. "I like that. It's none too much, in case you succeed, and on the other hand, it is enough for you to pay, considering that you are taking biir chances. Call on me, to-morrow at the mill and I'll draw up the papers. Now then, boys, go in and win." CHAPTER Next day before dawn, Mr. Holli ster and the boys started back over the Wickedsbmg trail, reaching that town safely. Here Harry found that his fame had preceded him. Qnite a crowd came around the wagon when they alighted at the mill. "Them's the fellows!" thev cried. "There's the bov what downed the toughs!" His fame increased still more when the rumor went around from gambling house to gambling hom;e, and barroom to barroom, later in the day, that young Holloway and a tendedoot from the States had made a strike in Death Valley, and were going to start a claim. "You'll want working capital, Harry," said Mr. Hollister, next day after the papers were signed at the mill and the strin of land along the creek became the property of Harry and Rob. "I propose to make you a loan of $2,000, to be secured by your note. That will give you a good start." "With my endorsement?" asked Rob. "I don't know whether my father would like to h\lve me endorse a note." "Wait till I ask it," said Mr. Hollister. "Harry's' signature is enough. Your endorsement would lend no extra value to the paper. Read this, young man." Thus saying, Mr. H0llister took a letter off his desk which had come by the ev ening mail the day before, aud tossed it over to Rob, who turned as nale as death when he read it. "So my father has failed!" he exclaimed. "Well, well! I expected it a long time Now I've got to hustle for myself, and thats a fact.'' He got up and immediately left the mill. "That's a bad job!" crie d Harry. "What am I to do now?" "Go right ahead, just as though it had never happened,'' replied Mr. Holli ster. "Don't let any man's troubles stand in the way of your success. Now then, Harry, ycu've got a credit with me for $2.000 anrl there is no -thing in the wav of vour

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THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 13 a start. Go in and win, my boy. What I have do1\e for you is only a small ,.return for what you did for me yesterday. When do you propose to begin?" "At once," replied Harry. "I shall move up to Deatn Valley to-morrow morning. If I can onlY. get. a well man to go with' me I shall soon be in shape. Of course we've got to have water we can do anything great." "Right. There's a well man in town now. He was in here this morning. Probably you'll find hiin at the Eureka House. Now, then, I am busy for the rest of the day, but if you want to see me, don't hesitate to call. rm always ready to talk to you." Harry took the hint and got out. When he got to the Eureka House the first person he ran into was the well man, who had got wind of what was going on. "Why, I'll get water for you in Death Valley !n side of twenty-four hours after I get my m'.lchme going," he declared. "Ten dollars a foot, 1f Hc;llister is backing you. All you've got to do 1s to say the word, and I'll start right along." "Be there the first of the week, and it's a go," replied Harry. "You can find out whP.ther you want to trust me or not long before that ti.me." There was no difficulty on the score of credit with the well driver, or anyone else, however. Mr. Hollister had loolced out for that by senrling out his clerk while Harry was making ilis arrangements to let everybody in the street know what the boy proposed to do, and that he was behind the deal. The result was that as Harry went from one place to another he found everyone ready to help him. Everything was now Teady for an immediate start, but Rob could not be found, so Harry postponed opei:ations morning. }.'hat night Rob came to lus room m the hotel with a telegram in his hand. "It's all true, Harry," he said. "Father ls ruined. I've wired him, and got an answer; he says I had better st::iy out here and go to work." "I'm sorry and I'm glad," replied Harry. "We stand on an equal f.ootmg now, Rob. Pitch right in and we'll make a go of it. When shall we for the valley?" "Vvhy, I'm ready to start to-morrow morning if you are." "Let's start to-night. I've tried to keep this thing close, but Mr. Hollister wouldn't have it so, and he's publi s hed it everywhere. I suppose that's business. He wants to start a rush into the valley on the other side of creek line. It will be better for his property, no doubt, but all the Jlame I wish he had let us get to work first." "Do you think the rush will begin to-morrow morning, Harry?" "I do. That's why I say let's go out to-night." "I'm ready to go any time, replied Rob, and it was so arranged. CHAPTER XIl.-The Rush into Death Valley Begins. The boys a1rived at Death Valley just befm;e : daylight, and by the time the sun had risen were fairly established on their new clainl. Harry measured off a hundred feet. from the big boulder which marked the beginning of h!s line, got the tent up and the water batrels ih place, and then proceeded to cook breakfast, for they were both tired and hungry, and needed refreshments before they began their work. But there was something else to be done in the new caII)p. Harry felt that he had a duty to perform and he went right about it. Clinlbing the hillside, they removed the big stone and having dug a grave, : laid the body of Arizona Jake reverently in and covered him up. The body of the superintendent of the North Star had been buried by the authorities the day before. This over, they returned to the creek and went right to work. There was geld in every shovelful, but this was only surface work. The rkhness of the sand was supposed to increase as they went down. "Theres gold here, plenty of it," declared Harry, "but we can't tell a thing about it till we begin to wash." "When are you going to start in washing?" asked Rob. "You must remember this iSc.all new business to me." "Oh; in an hour or so. When we get sand enough out to make it worth whill-." "Do you expect to wash to-day, Harry?" "Well, I certainly do. I haven't the least doubt we'll get it. I wish Mr. Hollister could have kept quiet and let us alone here, but when I spoke to him about it he only laughed and said it wasn't business. You know he's interested in the big mining supply store at WiCkedsburg, Rob, and these rnshes boom the business. I tell you, Hol lister is right up to date. He wants every cent there is going, and I don't blame him for that either, but there's one thing, no matter how big the work is, I'm going to be the boss of this camp." "If you can," laughed Rob. "Wait till the gamblers and toughs get in here and we'll see whether you not." "But I will be, and don't you forget it. Know the name of this town?" "No." "Either Holloway or Rollins." "It's Holloway, then-you're bossing me, anyhow. Come, isn' t there sand enough here yet? Let's begin to wash." Har.ry made no objection, so they set up the rocker and piling the sano in, threw pails of water on it, catching the w.a.ste water as it ran out of the mouth of the roc"ker in a bucket set in a hole in the sand. It was slow work washing gold under these difficulties, but by one o'clock the sand was all washed over and the enthusiasm of the boys raised to the highest pitch. Each time the rocker was emptied of its sand there was an accumulation of tiny yellow particles in the bottom, and with each washing the amount seemed to increase. "It's enormously rich!" declared Harry. "Rob, there's no use talking, our fortunes are made." I can only help father pay his debts, I shall be satisfied," said Rob. "He said in his telegram that he expected to lose the North Star mine with the rest. Wouldn't I like to save it for him! Our line goes up against his. What a triumph it would be if we could only make one mine out of the whole thing!" "Wait," said _Harry. "Let's get out the scales and see what sort of a start we have made." Thev had collected quite a little gold dust by

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14 THE BOSS OF THE .. CAMP this time, and when Harry put it on the scales, which he had bought for the purpose, it weighed up :forty ounces, which was' an immense return for a little surface scratching. "If it keeps up like this we'll be millionaires in two y ears' time!" exclai:ned Harry. He had hardly spoken when Rob jumped up, crying: "Hello! There they are! The rush has begun!" H e pointed up t}\e valley. Sure enough, there were eight" or ten men on horse s riding in a dvance of an old wagon coming up the valley. A s Mr. Hollister had explained to Haxry, the land on the opp 9site side of creek line belong ed to various owners, most of whom were Eastern men who had nev e r se e n the property s ince the day they came into possession of it. The newcomer rode straight up to the camp and halte d "Say, my name i s Martin Dill," said the leader. "These here gents is my friends, and we wopose to locat e right here. How are you fellows making out?" "Why, we've only just begun," replied Harry, who had carefully concealed his bag of dust before the party came up. "You've done some digging, and you've done some washing. You'd better answer straight, if you don't want a muss,'' replied Dill, who was a notorious character, as Harry afterward learned. "Look here!" cried Harry, laying his hand on his rifl e ; "do y ou s e e that creek line?" "Do I see it?" growled Dill. "Well, yes, I ee it, and I don't need 110 boy s to help me see 1t, more." "Get over the other side of it then," c1ied Harry. "You are on my property." "Don't care a blame who s e property I'm on. I'm g oing to dig where I blame pleas e. Put up your rifle, or I'll give you a taste of this." Out came Dill's revolver, and Harry's rifle went to his shoulder "Get acro ss the creek!" he s toutly. "I'm r.o tenderfoot! I want you fo understand that I'm the boss of this camp, and I'm not agraid o! you or any other man alive!" CHAPTER XIII.-The Big Boom in Death Valley. "Drop that gun, M artin Dill! I'm boss of this camp, and l propose to hold my own agains t all intruders. Do you understand ? "Say, I cion't no -muss," growled Dill. "If this is your claim, why stay on it; and w e 'll locate elsewhere." "Come, that's business," replied Harry. "I want to see a big mining camp on this land, but I pro pose to be'the boss or know the reas on why." dry creek and next each man staked out clat;:. The fiTi:.t thing HaTry did was to paint le men. Show us whern your line ends and the public land begins and there we'll go." He showed Dill the old creek line and explai ned to him that it divided the public land from that of his success. He now stood at. the. head of one of the most prosperous mining camps in New Mexico, when only a few short weeks before he had entered this owned by Mr. Hollister. "You can stake out claims anywhere ove1 the line," he added, "and I wish you every success." The newcomers pitched their tents across the same town of Wickedsburg a poor boy. He was thinking of all these things and wondel'-t

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THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 15 ing how Rob was getting down at the mine, A little further on he came to the bridge, which when all at once a young girl stepped up to him, had now been restored to its original condition. saying: Here he paused, hiR attention bng with your fattier, that you could hsten to .their talk. They mean to '.I hope.'' . ;, : . Y,01;1-tO kill you if necessary. That man there is, Harry," replied the girl ear. Barney is at of it, and he is using my nestly. 1"Father doesn't work. now. He ne:ver. .. will fathel;' for a tool." It's nothing-but drinking and gambling all "But I don't understand, Jennie. What can they "the time. Oh, Hany, I am so wretched.-.! to me? What good would it do them to kill begin to tell you. But we mustn't be seen me? Bawey claims that I was the cause of his 'here: Can't. you meet me up by .the ola, .bndge at brotl)er's death, 1 know, and it may be revenge 'Oii midnight? Our bridge, you know. Don t sa no! his but--" 'Yo.II' must do it. i've got''something most. impo1. "It'isn't that!" broke in Jennie. "I don't under, tant to say.'," . . ,, $tand it _myself, _but it is something to do with "Why certainly I can, if you wish it, Jenme, your claim. These men met at our house last : replied Harry; "but tell me--" . week. They have met several times since. and "Ask me nothing-nothing now," replied the ; the talk is all about downing you. Then Barney : girl earnestly, and she turned and ,hurried through a gang of toughs together from all over the door which led up over Dyball s saloon. and they've been camping here in Little Smk. To-morrow was the day set for whatever it is they mean to do, but the horses are CHAPTER XIV.-A U s eless Warning. What in the world can Jennie mean?" thought our young miner, a s he sat at supper in thC' hotel tbat evenin_g, the thought occurred to hii:n again and agam as the hours wore on, and it made him somewhat uneasy, it mu s t be admitted. DoWJ;I in Death Valley there were n:>t more than fifty men all told upon whom Harry could count in case of an emergency. He knew that out of the hundred or more beside tholle who went to make up the camp, there were many who were very j e alous of his success, and who altogether resent_ ed his title to be called the "boss of the camp." "Perhaps it's a plot to down me," he thought, and the reflection made him so uneasy that he went out and visited one gambling. saloon after another, watching the games but not taking any part in them, for although -our hero was by no means perfect, gambling was not once of his vices. He had dozens of invitations to drink and as many more to play, but he declined them all, and growing tired of it, went back to the hotel, and at last walked out to the bridge where the memorable fight with the toughs had taken place, which, it will be remembered, was but a short distance out of town. "I wonder what on earth Jennie can want," he kept saying to himself as he walked along under the cliffs. "It must be something mighty important, or she would not have been so &erious about it.,. ail gone, and there is no one here, so I think they must have changed their plans and started off tonight. Come this way, Harry, and I'll show you where they were." Then Harry learned something about the can yort that he had never known before, for Jennie led the way around the point of rocks and showed him a narrow opening in the towering wall hardly big enough for a motmted man to pass through. Lighting the lantern now, she hurried on, com ing out in a moment into a small sink, or what would have been a cave if it hitd a roof. The stars were shining abo1 them the Tocks were all around them, and there on the ground were the remains of a fire and traces of hors es. Harry now questioned Jennie more closely, but did not succeed in learning anything definite of the nature of the plot against his camp. "'Vell, I'm ever and ever so much obliged to you for what you tried to do for me," Harry said, as he parted with the brave girl at her own door. "Keep your eyes and ears open, Jtnnie, and if you hear or see anything that you think I ought to know, don't {ail to let me hear from you. I shall not forget the interest you have shown in me." Then it was "good night,'' and Harry hurriedly saddled his horse and started for Holloway. He was heavily armed and ready for an emergency. Not one boy in ten thousand would have ventured to ride over that lonely trail in the dead of night knowing what he kn. e'v, hut HHrry was not afraid. At a little before five o'clock he rode Ull to his shanty and Rob spraug out ui. his iJunk to op
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16 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP "Any news?" asked Harry. "No, nothing that I know of," was the reply. "What on earth brought you over the trail in the night? Has anything gone wrong?" Harry told his story while putting his horse up, and Rob was as much mystifiPd as he was. But there was no explanation of the mystery that day or next. The boys worked on stea-dily. They now had half a dozen men employed sinking a shaft on the line of their claim, from which Harry proposed to run drifts right and left, thinking t.hat they could easily get the underlying gold deposit by that method. Harry was in the shaft almost all the time during working hours, for there was more or less gold showing, and he preferred to keep an eye on it. He was busy at his work on the afternoon of the third day following his return from Wickedsburg, w hen Rob's voice was suddenly heard calling: "Oh, Harry! I wish you'd come up! There's a man here who wants to see you, and I can't make out what he is after." him by the ankles and pulled his legsfromunder him, tumbling the man over backward. "Help here, boys! Help!" he shouted, throwing himself upon the man, jamming his knee into "the pit of the fellow's stomach and winding him in short order. The two miners ran to his assistance. Rob, who ha:d received nothing worse than a flesh wound, was on his feet in an instant, and at Harry's side. "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" panted the tough. "You ought to be shot!" cried narry. "I'll settle you later, though. Tie him up, boys! Tie him in the hut! Get the fellows out of the shaft! Follow me across the creek. This is a raid to clean us out, but I'll show them that I'm boss of the camp." He sprang into the hut, seized his rifle and vaulted upon the sti:anger's horse. "Stay where you are, RobJ" he shouted. "You're in no shape to follow me!" and off he dashed across the creek. Harry got into the tub, gave the signal and was hoisted up. A big, heavily bearded fellow, who had riddeIJ. up on horseback, stood leaning against the There was lively business going on over there. Fully fifty m!rnnted men were dashing along the street, firing into the stores and shouting like mad. Looking up the valley, Harry could see as many more tearing down toward the camp. post. r "Howdy," he said, gruffly. "Are you Harry Holloway, the fellow they call the boss of this yer camp?" "I am. What do you want?" Harey replied, eyeing the stranger with a good deal of suspicion. At the same time he saw a great number of mounted men riding into the camp. They were strangers, every one of them, and an ill-looking lot besides. "This is a strike!" flashed across Harry's mind instantly. "What do you want?" he repeated, for the big man stood staring without saying a word. "You!" cried the fellow, suddenly dealing Harry a stunning blow between the eyes which sent him tumbling back upon the sand like a log. It was a bold move, for there stood Rob and. two workmen right in front of him. The other four men were down in the shaft. "Whoever raises a hand to interfere with me dies!" shouted the stranger, whipping out a revolver and firing at Rob, who fell wounded in the shoulder. The two men ducked and ran for their lives. Evidently the shot was a signal, for at the same instant firing began across the c1eek. CHAPTER Raid on the Camp. Harry was not knocked out by any means. He simply lost his footing and fell. All in an instant he realized his dangt>r, and to remain boss of the camp he must show himself master of the situation then. If tlie boy had been a fool he would have jumped up and tackled his burly antagonist, but being nothing of the sort, Harry lay perfectly still and waited for the man's next move. The fellow stepped up and was in the act of bending down over Harry when our hero, who had a pair of arms as strong as iron, suddenly seized It was a well-organized raid, made with the deliberate intention of capturing the camp, .and running off all the gold to be got atJ Harry saw this at a glance, and realized that he was powerless to stop it as matters stood. Harry turned his horse back across the creek and sprnng from the saddle at the door of the hut where Rob and the six men stood staring over at the camp in silent dismay. "it's up with us, boss," said Sam Pendergast, one of the miners. "We'd better light out." "Not while I'm boss -of the camp do I give up," answered Harry between his set teeth. "Get out the horses, boys! We'll make a move. Of course we've got to light out now, but these fellows will see me back again, don't you fear." Not a moment was lost in saddling the horses. Rob did his share, for he was not much hu1t. By this time the toughs had swept from one end of Main Street to the other. They had been joined by fully fifty of the miners, and now the boys could see them looking across the creek. "Here they come!" cried Rob. "That's what!s the matter," replied Harry, calmly. "Mount." All sprang into. the saddle. "Let her go! Follow me, boys!" was the next order. Off they dashed up the valley. A shower of shcts flew after them. Twenty or more men started in pursuit, some jumping theil" horses over the creek, others riding back above the wells where the bed was dry, with the evident intention of heading Harry's party off. Meanwhile the hundred or more miners and store-keeoers, gamblers and idlers who had fled from the -camp were gathering at the foot of the hills which shut in the valley on the other side. "There are our friends. We must join them, if we die for it!" cried Harry, turning his horse abruptly toward the dry bed of the upper creek. "Vie can never get there alive," gasped Rob. 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THE. BOSS OF THK CAMP 17 dergast. "Do you mean to ride right into the teeth of the enemy and let them have it antheir own way?" "Save your powder till it can be of some use," replied Harry coolly. He dashed on, followed closely by his little band. On came the toughs behind them. "Head them off, boys!!' shouted Barney who 'Was in the lead, calling to the party coming up the creek. "That chap ahead is the one we want. Shoot him down!" "Halt!" cried Harry, suddenly reining in. Every horse came to a standstill. "Fire!" shouted Harry, throwing up his rifle. It was eight against at least thirty; but not .one hesitated. Eight rifles spoke then, and eight shots went flying at the enemy, now not more than a dozen yards away. CHAPTER XVI.-Knocked Out. "Fire! Wipe 'em out! Now is our time, boys! Don't let one of them escape!" Encouraging his little band, Harry blazed away at the party which was trying to head him off, and then suddenly swinging around, turne d his rifle back toward Barney and his gang, and gave them a dose, too. Rob fought bravely, firing first forward and then back with a steady hand, and each one of the men who had accompanied the bOys displayed an equal amount of courage, b11t there was something more than courage needed here. "It's no use, boss!" cried Sam Pendergast. "They are too many for us. We've got to light out or be wiped out, one of the two." "Not on your life! I'll never give up!" cried Harry firing still. At the same moment a shot from Barney's rifl e took the brave boy in the left sho ulder. Harry reeled and fell over alongside his horse, who frightened by feeling the boy's body come against him, started off at a furious pace, and flew up the valley like the wind. At the same instant Rob's horse was shot dead under him, and the next the boy knew he was rolling in the sand. It was all up now. Pendergast and his companions threw up their hands and surrendered. The last Rob saw of Harry he was still hanging over alongside his horse, dashing up the valley. On he dashed to the mouth of the valley, where the trail divides, one branch going to Wickedsburg and the other to Manning by the way of the North Star mine Harry held on for dear life. He could he:;r the shouts of his pursuers behind him, and he expected nothing else than to be overtaken and shot, when the horse suddenly turned off into the side trail leading up to the mine. He was now out of sight of his pursuers, and they for some reason thought he had gone ahead, on the Manning trail, while actually he was being hurried on toward the North Star. His strength was fast failing. Once more he made an effort to pull himself up into saddle, and then his strength left him and he fainted and fell to the trail while the horse continued his wild dash toward the mine. Meanwhile, Rob had escaped also, for the toughs flying past him, and headed by Barney, rode over to the hill where the fugitives had gathered. He peered out from behind the mesquite bushes and could see that Barney and his men had dismounted and were having some sort of pow wow. Afterward he learned what it all meant. "Now, gentlemen," said Barney, on that oc casion, "I'm a peaceable man, and I don't want no muss. Return to your shanties and get back to work. The mine over the other side of the creek which was opened by that there young Holloway belongs to me and six other gents. We hold the papers to prove our claim, and we are going to work it, and won't stand no interference from no man. That's all. I don't want to interfere with no man's business, but I want eve1y one here to understand that our claim against that there mine is a good one. From this time forward I'm the boss of this yer camp Barney had been working the matter up for some weeks, and now having reached a point in the proceedings where he deemed it safe to make a move, he had boldly run Harry and Rob off their claim and taken possession. Barney exhibited certain formidable-looking legal and they yjelded. All hands returned to their work, and that night was one of riot and confusion. Before midnight there were three shooting scrapes, and in one of them six men were shot dead. At half-past one Bentzeman's saloon was set on fire by a tough who threw a lighted lamp at another in a quarrel over cards, and was burned to the ground, taking the Golden Eagle restaurant and three miners' huts with it. Altogether it was a dreadful night, and one which the miners long remembered. There were who heartily wished the boy boss of the camp back again, for many such nights now'followed. Startling news reached the c amp. Mr. Hollister had fallen dead in his office the day before the raid, and his affairs were found to be in hopeless confusion. Barney and his associates filed their claims and organized under the name of the Death Valley Minin.gCompany. As many as sixty small claims were staked out on the east side of the and given to Barney's friends, most of whom started right in to dig for gold. So the days wore on, and a week passed. Nothing was heard of the boys, and Barney, who ran things with a high hand, came to be generally acknowledged as the boss of the camp, CHAPTER XVII.-One Week Later. The last thing Harry remembered was when h& felt everything slipping away from him and knew that he could no longer hold on to the horse. The next he knew he was lying on a heap of straw in a small room, feeling as weak as a baby and with no disposition to exert himself in the least.

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18 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP It was quite dark in the room, but Harry could "I'll go, too," said Harry, starting to get up. see that it was just a rough affair made of old "Don't think of it!" exclaimed Rob. boards with light streaming in through the "If you insist on trying it I shall stay. here and cracks here and there. hold you down in the straw," actded Jennie, em-He lay still.for a while, pondering, the recoUecphatically. "Now" do be good, Harry. This is a tion of all that had occurred coming back to him. very important matter, and it concerns Rob more The next he knew he was waking up again an. d than it does you." there was Jennie Mills seated by his side; he "All right," said Harry, quietly. "You two go could see her face plainly in the light thrown by on. I'll behave." a reflecting lantern which hung suspended from a They were gone in a moment. beam overhead. Harry li,st.ened . He could hear voices talking "Why, Jennie! What brought you here!". he in the distance outsiiie the. tool house. exclaimed, sitting up. ""What bas been the matter ."What does it all mean?" he "thought. "Welf, : with me? Where am I ? Oh/I feel so stranger l've heard "enough to ,set my. head spinning, .but. "Hush!" breathed Jennie. "Don't talk so loud. to satisfy me; I want to know all." come! They ar:e goin'g to work Sudgenly the.re a shout outside. I Oh, I do wli;h Rob was here!" . . .. : J. ;A spy!"'some one cried: . Jennie -much excited :as Harry was : .. Then a rifffi was fired-and Harry: could hear puzzled. Oimher-0 began eager questio!ls persons running past the tool house. but .before Jennie had ; tfme -to answer, quick ."l'i:n not going to stand.this, not if .I know it,. footsteps -were heard outside and Rob -burst into he thought. :_ the room. ,Hewa,s dressed all buthis shoes, andthese lay "They are all here again, .near the st"i"aw. --. . "Shall 1--oh, Harry! You've come to yourself at .. Yt!"ith. a to :get on. last!" and bfien se1zmg fos hat which. hung on a nail Rob dropped on his knees beside the straw and his he staggered toward. the door. : almost cried for joy. It was the first time in the boy's life that he -"Why, it'& a whole week!" he exclaimed. "We had ever been really afraid. ; ".gave you up one time, Jennie and I. There she ij;, It seemed to him as if the floor was falling Uarry. There's the brave girl who saved your away from under his feet. -life!" "Brace up, Holloway,'' he muttered, clutching It appeared .th;it Jennie, hearing pf the at thepartition for support. started for the camp to warn the boys, but misIn a moment he was himself again, and opening sing her way, had got on to the North Star trail. the door, he staggered down the stairs. She discovereJ her blunder and was just turnThere was another door here, and Harry opened ing off to go to DE:ath Valley, when Harry's hori;e it and peered out into the darkness. came dashing past her, and a little later she came He had barely time to clo s e it again to avoid upon our hero lying on the ground, being discove"red. bleeding from a wound in the left &houlder, and Four men were coming toward the tool house. severely bruised about the 1!ead by his fall.. "I am sure I saw some one shinning around It was she who extracted the bullet with no the corner of the shaft house," he heard one say, better surgical implement than a penknife. "but I must have been mistaken. Now, then, boys, It was Jennie who got the poor boy unas isted I'm prepared to give the secret away. The North onto her horse and brought him to the North Star Star mine is played out, they say. It's going to and aetually managed to get him up into the loft be sold next week at auction, on account of above the tool house. man Rollin s creditors. Ha! ha! If they knew Then Rob came and lent a helping hand. For a what 1 know they'd never s ell it. Say, there's a week poor Harry lay raving with fever nursed by million dollar s in sight in the west drift. I know thes e two devoted friends. it, 'cau s e I covered it up mys elf. Come on, now. There was no doctor in Wickedsburg nor in Rollins wouldn't answer my letters and wouldn't "Manning, so they had to do the best they could listen to me. Neither would old Hollister. I called themselve s on him the day before he died, and tried to make Fortunately, there was plenty of provisions in him understand, but you fellows shall--" the storehouse at. the mine, so tliere was no The voice died away in the distance, while Hartrouble on that score, and now Harry had been ry, trembling from head to foot with excitement nursed back to life again and here he was listen-and weakness, opened the door and stole out. fng to the story of Barney's doings in Death "Jennie. is right. This is Rob's business," he Valley. muttered. "Well, if I can't be boss of the camp While Rob was explaining Jennie left the room, I can save the North Star from these sharks, and. and when she returned she could scarcely wait to I'll do it, too." hear Harry's thankful words for what she had done. "We can't talk now," she whispered. "Listen, Harry. My father is here with some of the worst toughs belonging to Barney's gang. Since you "have bnen sick they have been nere twice before, and yet they have never found out that we were hiding in this room. Can you stay alone, Harry? Rob and I have got to watch them. Don't ask me to tell you now what it is all about. You have done altogether too much talking as it ii;. We won't be gone very long." CHAPTER XVIII.-Strange Discoveries in the Drift . It was now quite dark, and Harry was just able to see the men enter the shaft house, where he had met Arizona Jake when he made the stand against Barney and his gang. "The west drift! The west drift!" he kept say ing to himself. "That must be the drift that leads out into Death Valley. I only wish I cold get

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THE B9ss O:f THE CAMP 19 over the hill and find out what they mean to do." He staggered on, hardly knowing what he intended to do himself, and what he did d o was to. run right into Rob and Jennie, who came out from behind the shaft house where they had been hiding as they saw him approach. !'Harry, what fo the world! Didn't you prom ise?" whispered Rob. !'Couldn't do it,'' .answered Harry. "I must be in it-no., use talking. Say, I've heard enough to tell me what those fellows who have just gone down the shaft are driving at. Jennie--Rob-clo you know?" uThat man who did the talking was my father." replied Jennie. "Yes, I know. He made a big discovery in one Of the drifts and it turned his head. He has never been the same man since." "Who are the 'others?" asked Harry, instinc tively taking the lead in the affair now. "'I don't know," replied Jennie. "They are Strangers in Wickedsburg; One is a Santa Fe lawyer, I believe; the others belong to Barney's g.ang. There's going to be an auction here next week, and I think they have some idea of buying the mine. They are desperate enough, anyhow. Did you hear them fire at Rob? They came near discovering us. I'm sure 1 don't know what to do." "Well, I dr,, then," said Harry, promptly. "Rob, your father's interests are involved here. We want to know ali about this secret. What's to hinder us from going into the drift and finding it out?" "You can't do anything, Harry. It is as much as your life is. worth. What you want to do is to get well, and then we'll make a move on our old camp in Death Valley. I want to see you the boss there again." "And I propose to be, and don't you forget it, Rob; but that's not to-night's work. l'm getting 1 stronger every moment. Have you a horse here?" "Yes, two of them. The one you rode that night, and Jennie's. They are around on the Death Valley trail, hidden among some rocks." "Then I'll ride around on the other side of the mountain and go into the drift," said Harry, em phatically. "It won't take us twenty minutes to get there, once we are on the horses. Who's with me? Jim going if I have to go alone." There was no such thing as stopping him. Rob and Jennie just had to yield. Rob and Harry rode one and Jennie the other. Harry was behind holding on to Rob, and he really managed much better than might have been expected. They rode around to the other side of the hill, and came oot in full sight of the camp. "There it is!" cried Harry, looking down at the twinkling lights. "Never mind! I've got it in for that fellow Barney. He's having his day now, but my turn will come again. I'll be boss of that camp yet." They rode on in silence, and were soon almost up to foe big stone which closed in the end of .the west drift of the North Star. Here they dismounted and hurried to the spot. Rob and Jennie cautiously removed the stone and then drew hastily back, half expecting to get a shot. A rush of foul air came out of the drift. Peering in, they could see a dim light ahead, but they could not hear a sound "Strange!" murmured Harry. "There's the lights; they must be there." "Let's creep ahead and see how the land lays,." answered Rob. He had scarcely spoken when a huge piece of rock was heard falling in the drift. "A cave-in!" said Harrv. "Come on! That mea:Q.s mischie:I'. I wonder--" He did not finish his" but with something like ,his old energy hurried into the drift. Rob and J erinie follov;e
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'20 THE BOSS OF THE CAMP buy it in at the auction and save it from the sharks who would rob him. Can we do that if we expose our hand 7" Jennie came bravely to the front then. "No, you mustn't," she said. "These bodies must be left just as they are until after the sale." "It isn't neces sary," replied Harry. "What I propose is this: There are plenty of greenhorns passing through Manning all the time, men who don_'t know gold in the rock when they see it. You and Jennie go over there, Rob, and hire three or four of them; bring them here and we'll remnve the bodies and keep the men by us until after the sale." "But you can't go, Harry, and we can't leave you alone." "You must leave me alone. I'm all right. I say go.'' "But the money to pay them? We haven't a cent.'' "Leave that to me. I have a friend here in the mountains. Never you fear." As soon as they had departed the boy did the most sensible thing he could have done under the circumstances. Banishing all thought Qf fear, he lay down just inside the mouth of the drift and slept until morning, waking up greatly refreshed and almost like his old self again. After bathing his face in a stream of water which trickled down from the rocks inside the drift, Harry went out into the open and took a long look down into Death Valley There did not seem to very much work going on down there in the camp. "And to think that I have been driven out of my own camp, the camp that I made and built up," thought the boy, bitterly. "It's a shame! It's all I can do to stand it! I won't stand it. I'm going down there. I'll show them that I'm llot afraid. Come what will, I'll be boss of that camp yet." He wondered if there had been any :removal .of gold from his mine yet. If not, there might still be time to save what he had worked so hard for. "I'm going to do it now!" he exclaimed at las t. .. Rob and Jennie can ha1.dly be back b e fore t o morrow. If they could return to find me boss ()f the camp it would be a big thing.'' He hastily scrawled a note to Rob on a leaf ()f his memorandum book, tore it out and put it on the rocks just inside the drift with a stone upon it, placed in such a way that it would sure-ly be seen. Then he put the big stone in place and started down the hill toward the camp. The first claim that he struck was one which nad been taken up by a man named Jerry Brown, who was digging iri a trench which he was running dow-dlfo the creek. "Good-morning, Jerry," said our hero, cheer fully. Jerry looked up, dropped his pick and sprang cmt of the trench. "Why blame it all, it's the little boss!" he eried. ''.Good heavens, where did you drop from? How did you dare to come here? That fellow Barney has sworn to do you up at sight. If you go up into the camp you are as good as dead.'' "Am I?" replied Harry. "Well, I'm riot afraid.'' "You have a right to be, then, but I'll be hanged if I believe you are. Boss, I admire your nerve." "Loo\c here, Jerry,'' replied Harry, sitting on the sand; "you have called me boss two or three times now. Do you admit that I am still boss of this camp?" " Indeed '.I do! Who is if you hain't? I wish to goodnes s you was back here among u s now." "And I intend to come back, Jerry. Will you help me?" "You bet I v..ill." "Yet you held back when the fight was on the other day." "I've changed rr.y mind since then, bos s, and so has lots more of the fellows. Barney has been running things with a high hand. It's nothing but drinking and and shooting scrapes from morning till mght." "Where's Barney now?" "Likely he and Mart Dill are playing poker in Sam Pitman's saloon; they most always are." "How about my mine; are they working it?" "Pretending to; they don't do much, though." "Has any of the gold been moved into Wickeds. burg?" "Not on your life. They've got your big wagon packed full of it, but they don't dare to strike Wickedsburg yet a while. I think they are waiting to see if you'll turn up again. Too bad about Hollister. If he'd a lived he'd have put the kibosh on these fellows sure." "Then he's really dead?" sighed Harry. "Oh, yes, he's dead fast enough, but the mill is nmning just the same. Where have you been, boss? What are you going to do about it all, anyhow? Count upon me to help you any way I can." "ls that a go, Jerry?" "It i s boss." "Shake on it, then. They s hook hands and Jerry Brown was not at all the sort of fellow to go back on a man after that. "Tell me," said H arry, "do you think that if I was to rid e into camp the boys would rally around m e?" "Do I think so? I know so!" cried Jerry. "There w ould b e t he greates t getting up y ou ever seen. But 'tain't no use, boss; you'd never reach the other en
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.;: THE BOSS OF THE CAMP 21' lie was glad, however, that he was alone. Rob was a .poor fighter at the best and Harry felt that he had far rather go into the battle with the foughs single-handed, but he could not help feelln11: sorry for Rob's situation in case he should be killed. "He'll.just have to get out.of the country. He cart never put the mine deal through himself,' he thought. "Perhaps it was rather shabby. for me to start in on this thing until he came back but I am started now for better or for wors e, so here H e vaulted into the s addle and rode lloldly out in plain sight -of the camp. As h e da shed along over the s and toward the next claim, which was about a n ei ghth of a mile distant, Harry felt perfectly w e ll and r eady for any exertion, whi ch only goe s to show what determina tion ca 1 do. "Hey, Bill Are you with m e or again s t me?" shouted Harry, as he das hed up to th!' shanty. "With you every time, boss! cried a big, bearded man who came running out. "Follow me, then!" Bill leaped upon his horse, w hich stood ready saddled at the door and on they dashed to the next claim There was no response here. Evidently Jerry had failed with this man. There were two other shanties before they reached the beginning of the street, which ran along the line of the creek. Harry got three recruits out of these and hi s old friend Sam Pendergast proved to be one of them. They had their horses all ready, but Harry did not wait for them to mount. "Back me up, b'oys!" he cried. "I'm going to make my dash now." "Hold up! Let's all go together, bo ss!" said Sam. "By gum, unless we cover you there isn't qne chance in a hundred that you can go through it alive." "Come on!" cried Harry. "This is a lone hand, boys, and I'm going-to win the g.ame. Never you fear!" Then followed that famous dash, which for many a lon g day the miners of Death Valley did not forget. "I'm bos s of this camp. Who's with me? Wno's against me?" shouted Harry, as he spurred his horse along the street. Hi s friends were ready for him. Jerry Brown had don e his work well. Men came flocking out of the stores s aloons and gambling rooms a s Harry went flying by shouting: "Arm you r s e l v es! Stand by m e I D o wn with the toughs L et's run them out of c a m p "Thre e che e r s for the boss!" the y s h oute d. "Hoo ray for Harry Holl oway! Thre e ch ffers for the bo ss of the camp!" But this w a s only part of the fun. The fir ing began instantly. The men who c a m e tumbling ouf upon the stree t were not a ll friends o f t he boss by any means. A dozen revo lvers w e r e aimed at the brave b o y and a s m a n y s hots flew past hi s h e ad, but Harry reserve d his fir e fo r closer quarte rs. On h e flew, l eaving b ehind hiui a trail of friends and foe s struggling for. mastery. A s the toughs appeared the y were fired at and they in turn fired back at their Shots and wild shouts rang out the whol e len gth of the street, hut the worst was y et t o come, for :'' Pitman's saloon was right ahead now and Harry knew what he had to expect Out Barney, Martin Dill and half a dozen of their followers, alarmed by the outcry. "Burning blue blazes! It's that young devil again!" bawled Barney. "Is he mad or what's the matter with him?" .He ran out into the middle of the road, and, raising his rifle, fired at Harry as he came dashing on, followed by a howiing mob of miners, all ready and willing to back the brave boy up in the struggle which they knew mus t come. The shot was a miss. Instantly Barney fired another. "Hooray for Harry Holloway!" bawled the miners. "Bang! Bang!" Harry's revolver had spoken. Barney gave a sharp cry, dropped his rifle and fell wounded in the road. CHAPTER XXI-Trouble on the Trail. "Bang! Bang Bang!" The Boss of the Camp was out for businessthat was certain. Harry Holloway was the boy to make the feathers fly once he got started, and he was right in it now. Martin Dill got it in the arm and fell back. Bill Pachei picked up a shot in the hip and Charley Jacques and Ed Ramsey each got one in the s ide. Serious business this proved to be for some of them, but strange to say no one was killed. Then the crowd of miner& closed around the toughs and the big fight was soon over. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em! Shoot 'em as they run!" yelled one and another, for the toughs were in full retreat. But Harry had had enough. He made a most plcky fight and he had won. "No more, boys. Stop firing, now!" he shouted. "Let them go and if they ever return to this camp I'll not be the one to stand between them and the fate they s o ;richly deserve." -Some were inclined not to listen, but Jerry Thomas, Sam Pendergast and others joined in with Harry and order was soon res.tored. The last they saw of the toughs they were retreating up the valley, plodding over the sand on foot, for there had been no time to get their horse s Even Barney had disappeared. A s he was not se en to leave with the others, it was suppo s ed that he sneake d away s omewhere, and no particular effort w a s made to look for him, for our hero, mounting the steps of Pitman's s a loon, was making a speech and all hands wante d to llear him. Every one wanted to shake h a nd s a nd almo s t all got the chance. Then it w ound up by H arry s t anding treat all around, although he drank nothin g him self. "By gum, it's a big triumph for you, bo ss but you d eserve d it," rem arke d Sam Pendergast, com ing over to the Holloway & Rollins mine across the cre ek l a t e r in the mo rning "You deserve it, though. There isn' t on e in a thousand who would have dar ed to do wha t you done. Say, what's on the program next?" There was the gold pacl}ed in the big wagon all ready for transportation to the mill al Wickedsburg a s s oon as Barney felt it safe t< mo v e it. The n ext thing on the p'f"lgram con-

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22 seque'ritly was to gef.it over there. as soon ble, and, although he hated to leave the camp so soon after his triumph, Harry. started. that very afternoon, accompanied by Sam Pendergast and a : dozen men. The run over the. .mountain was made. in safety and about eight o'clock that evening the heavily lo a ded team drew up before the door of the Wicked sburg mill without. any adven being met with on the way. Here Harry learned the particulars of Mr. Hollister's sudden death from Superintendent Bras ier. ;. "Did he say anything about me?" he asked. uNot a word," was the reply. "He fell at his
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THE BOSS. OF THE CAMP 23 part of the far West can, for there are neither lakes nor rivers to learn in. If Bad'man's Creek had been as low as it usuaily was his brains would have been dashed out in an instant, but fortunately there had been consider able rain back among the mountains of late and the creek was swollen to unusual proportions. The force of the current sent Harry's head under and he rose again, spluttering and gasping, to find himself entangled in the branches of a dead palm tree, which was being swept down the stream. This saved his life. "By thunder, that's a close call!" gasped Harry. "Wonder how it all happened. Did I roll over or was I thrown over? I can't tell." He could not decide until he thought of the mill certificate. When he felt for it and found it missing he guessed the truth. "This is more of Barney's work," he muttered. "Well, I might have known it. Perhaps I was a fool to let those fellows off so easy. Never mind. My. turn will come again and then-hello! I'm all right now." The tree swung around and lodged for the instant between two big rocks. Harry gave one spring, landing on the rock on the right, while the tree, instantly dislodging itself, was swept away. "Help! Help! Help!" At the same moment a cry was heard in the distance. It came again and again as Harry ran along the narrow bank. "There's some one in trouble down there!" he thought. "Who can it be? Who in the wmJd can be stuck here on Badman's Creek this time of night?" Stumbling over the rocks, sometimes half in the warer, where the rocks came right down to the stream, he ran on until in a few moments he came to a point where the creek widened 0ut. There, standing upon a boulder in the middle of the stream, was a man bareheaded apd drenched with water. "Hello! Who are you? How did you come there?" Harry called out. "Ah! Help at last!" cried the man. "Get me off of this if you can! My horse been swept away and I'm almost dead." "Can't you swim?"called Harry. "Not a stroke." "Neither can I, but I think I can fix you out. all right if you'll do just. as I say. Jump in. !fhe current will carry you near shore and I can grab you theh." . "Then for heaven sake Jet's try it," replied ,the man "My name's Rollins. I'm from Chicago. I started' to ride. from Manning to the North Star. mine. Somehow I managed to miss my way and here I am stuck in this hole." "Rob's father!" cried Harry. "Well, this is more than strange." CHAPTER XXIll.-The Vigilantes Have Their Revenge. Rob and Jennie returned to the North Star. a little before midnight and they returned: alofle. They had been entirely unsuccessful in their mission While at another time they would no J ,. q' f-ll ;j l l \ ). doubt have been able tQ engage., a dozen men i{ "they wanted that many, as. lucJC would have it they could not get one. After waiting around Manning several hours they started off just before the evening train came in and made the best of their way back to the mine, only to find the drift closed and Harry missing. "Where can he be?" exclaimed Rob. "I might have known it: Barney's gang have been here and carried him off, like as not. I had no business to leave him alone." "Don't you think," said Jennie, "that we had better take away the stone and see if he's not in the drift. Of. course I don't suppose he would ever stay there, but--" "But it"s impossible!" broke in Rob. "The stone could never be put in place like that from the inside, but all"the same I'll pull it away and make sure." "No, you won't, young feller! You'll leave it right where it is!" said a deep voice behind him. "'Tain't no use for you to kick the stone; your pardner's dead and you are going to die too." Rob faced around and saw a may, with his left arm in a sling standing behind him. There were six others close beside him, too, all armed with rifles. Seen there in the moonlight, they looked grim and determined, and as Rob recognized Barney as the leader, his heart sank. "Dead!" he cried. "Who killed him? You?" "N<>ne of your danged biz! Is that Dan Mills' darter you've got there with you?" "Yes, I'm Dan Mills' daughter, and Dan Mills' daughter can fight!" cried Jennie, whipping out her revolver and firing straight at Barney's head. The shot was a miss and Jennie did not have the chance to try it again. Instantly the men spr,ang upon them. Rob tried to draw, but the revolver was dashed out of his hand, and, before he knew it, he was sprawling on thE; sand. "We've got this time!" cried Barney. "Hold the girl, some of you. I'll deal with this fellow right here." It was a bad outlook for Rob as he stood there a : _llrisoner among toughs after they dragged : Jennie away. _ . Barney stood facing him, revolver in hand. "What do you know about this place?", he df:_manded. What's this stone-that_ you were gomg to take away?" . '."I -.don't. know what yo_u mean?" i:;eplied Rob, sturdily." "Oh yes, you do," sneered Barney. "There's something quee-r .about the North Star mine. I'm on to it. There's an opening here somewhere what leads into one 9fthe drifts. I heard Dan Mills about it down to Wickedsburg. You know where it is and you'll or--" .. "Or what?" asked Rob, as he paused. "Or die!" "You'll never get anything out of me," replied Rob. "What do you know about Harry Holloway? you killed him?" "Yes, we have and we propose to serve you the same unless you tell the secret of the North Star mine." . : "Don't.! Qh; don't do it, Barney!" cried Jennie. -. "I'll tell." 0You shall not!" Rob cried "I don't believe that Harry i"' dli>:ad,. '.n

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'24 THE BOSS Of THE CAMP "Throw up your rifles, boys! Make ready to. fire!" said Barney. "I'm going to do this fellow. Dan Mill.3' daughter will tell us all we want to know." Instantly six rifles were levelled at poor Rob. Jennie screamed an:! fell to the ground in a dead faint. "Fire! cried Barney. Bang) Bang! Bang! No six rifles but as many as twenty-six spoke then, the shots coming from the top of the bluff above, upon which stood the buildings of the North Star mine. With a sharp cry Barney fell dead. Four of his men shared his fate, while the remaining two took to their heels and ran like mad down the hill toward Death Valley cafhp. "Three cheers for the vigilantes!" rang out overhead. "That settles the murder of the Boss of our Camp!" 1 Rob, at whom never a i;hot had been fired by the toughs, sprang away from the wall, and look ing up, saw a great crowd of men on top of the bluff. "There's one. Kill him!" shouted Sam Pitman, turning his rifle on the boy. "Stop! Don't fire!" Rob fairly yelled. "I'm Rob Rollins. Tell me, is it true that Harry Hol1oway is dead?" CHAPTER XXIV.-Conclusion. "Yes, I guess it is true, fast enough, and more's the pity, for the boss was a brave one," continued Sam. "You see, we struck two of them fellers thar in the mine office. They told us how it happened. The boss went over to Wickedsburg with his gold and they laid for him on the way back. Caught him with a rope and chucked him into Badman's Creek. Blame shame, just as we thought we'd got him back again down thar in the camp." It was a sad day for every one. They buried their victims and started to return to their work. Rob and Jennie did not know what to do, and very likely would have gone with them, but just before the start was made a large company of came riding into the mine yard on horses. It was the day of the auction,, althought Rob did not know it. An hour was spent in examining the property and there were more arriv-al s as the time sped on. When at last Mr. Blake, the auctioneer took his stand at the door of the shaft-house there were as many as forty men assembled. "Now then, gentlemen, we are about to offer this valuable mining property for sale to the highest bidder!" began Mr. Blake. "Terms, onethird cash down and balance on approved notes. This is the North Star. The famous North Star, etc." Mr. Blake launched out jnto a long description of the property and the bidding began. The North Star had :i. bad name and nobody wanted it. The crowd of miners had come there because they wanted to buy the property cheap. Bidding rose slowly up to $50,000. Then it was a fight between a Mr. Quimby, of Tucson, a:nd .Lawyer Nugent, of Manning, repre senting nobody knew who. "Fifty-one thousand!" cried Quimby. "Make it fifty-one!" responded Nugent. "Fifty-one two ," added Quimby, and so it kept on rising a hundred dollar,,; at a time up to fj.fty five thousand, when ail at once two mounted men came dashing into the yard. "Sixty thousand!" cried the foremost, catching Quimby's last bid. "Harry!" gasped Rob. "Oh, J ennie! Look there! Harry and my frther! Hooray! Hooray!" Rob could not helo it. He was so overjoyerl that he called right out in meeting and in spite of everybody forced his way through the cr0wd to where the newcomers had halted. But before he got there the fate of the North Star had been decided. Quimby dropped out at sixty thousand, Nugent fell at seventy, at which sum the mine was knock ed down to Harry Holloway, amid wild cheers from the Death Valley contingent, who, entirely unable to restrain themselves, kept shouting "Hooray for the Boss of the Camp!" It was not until it was all over that Rob and Jennie managed to force their way to Harry's side. It was a joyful meeting. "The bravest boy I ever saw, Rob!" declared Mr. Rollins. "I lost my way and came near losin g my life, too. It was Harry Holloway who saved it and now he has saved my mine and my fortune into the bargain, if what he tells me is true." The gold he had taken to the mill footed up more than so he had enough to meet the obligations and enough to spare. Those who had come to the sale expecting to bU)' a cheap mine went away disappointed, and Mr. Rollins, who represented his creditors, took posse s sion of the property. Holloway & Rollins were the owners of the North Star now and they decided to put Rollins, Sr., in charge. . One year later Holloway & Rollins were worth millions; two millions would not have bought the North Star and their Death Valley claim was averaging ten thousand dollars a month. Mr. Rollins paid his creditors in full and still remains at the mine with his son and daughter-inlaw, for it was Rob who married Jennie and not Harry, a s some expected would be the case. No; our hero is still a single man, as well as a very rich one. 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PLUCK AND LUCK 25 AL, THE ATHLETE, THE CHAMPION OF THE CLUB By R. T. BENNETT (A Serial Stoey) CHAPTER XXII. The Champion of the Club. Most of the Peerless boys stood near. Nixon now addressed them as follows: "Boys, you can consider the elub in session. I now call for the expulsion of Horace Hackett as an unfit member. All those in favor of kicking him out in disgrace can signify the same by say-ing 'Ayel'" "Aye!" roared every member, angrily. "Motion is carried! Hackett, you are no longer a member of the Peerless Athletic Club. Get off of these grounds. If you don't hurry about it we wi.l] run you out of the place-do you understand?" His face burning with shame and mortification, the guilty young rascal hung his head and slouched away, followed by the jeers and taunts of every one, for the whole crowd looked upon him with contempt. In the meantime Bud had recovered, and had gone 'to the dressing-room, accompanied by Al and Jennie, to attend to his injuries. Shortly after Nixon came in and stated what they had done to Hackett, apologized for the sad affair, and asked Bud if he could participate in any more events. "Certainly," said Bud. "Come ahead; I am all right now." Bud returned to the track with Nixon, a;nd a tremendous cheer greeted young Harlow when he made his appearance before the people. He bowed and s miled, and when the noise and excitement subsided the .athletic games went on again. A running long dive on the ground was the next event, and half a dozen boys from each club lined up as participants. The/ ran for a distance of fifty yards to the end o a plank, and dove forward, landing upon big pads which were stretched out to receive them on their hands and knees. The event was won by a Peerless boy, with a record of 10 feet. A tug-of-war and some bar-chinning followed this, leaving the two clubs tied up to the last and d e ciding event. This was a match between Al and Nixon, and everybody was on the alert for this event between the captains of the two clubs. It was to be the las t and deciding contest. Just then the two runners appeared on the cinder track. Al wore a blue running suit, while Nixon was dad in white. The two boys were pretty evenly matched in size, strength and skill, and a murmur of admiration escaped many people when they saw what fine muscular figures they had After some talk with the refel'ee the contestants \vent to the scratch and bent over on their hands. -Crack!'went the starter's pistol. The runners were off like greyhounds. Up to the first quarter they ran side by side. Then a wild yell escaped the spectators as Nixon forged ahead. Al was watching him closely, but there was the shadow of a smile hovering around the corners of his as he saw that the Peerless boy was now stiammg every muscle to distance him "He is using up his reserve force too early in the game," he thought, grimly. By the time they reac:hed the half Nixon was 'five feet in advance of Al, -and still seemed to be gaining. "Hit it up, Nixon!" wildly yelled one of the Roxbury rooters. "Run away from him, Joe!" added another "You've got Adams skinned to death at the go off!" howled a third. The Midwood contingent in the meantime was shouting advice to Al, the boy paid no attention to what they said. At the three-quarters Nixon was ten feet in the lead, and to the onlookers it seemed as if Al was hopelessly beaten. J3ut just then the Midwood boy came up with a tremendous rush, and, reaching Nixon when within. five yar?s of the he suddenly shot past him and hit the tape six feet in the lead. "Hurrah for Alles> Adams, the champion of the club!" yelled Marsh, wildly. And the response came from everybody in tho grandstand. CHAPTER XXIII. Capturing the Crooks. Several days later Al went to court to appear against the tramps, whose trial was set for that date, and a sensation was created when it was dis covered that the hoboes were mi s sing. Their bail bonds were forfeited, of course, and the lawyer who had put up the security was mulcted in the amount of his bond. He took his los s coolly enough, for the fact was he had not lost anything by thf' operation, as Drew had really put up the mon ey. It was a prearranged plot to get the tramps out of the way so they could not appear in court and expose Drew. When Al left the courtroom som e one touched him on the arm, and he found Fox, the detective, beside him. "The trial turned out just exactly as I sup. posed it would," said the officer, a s he walked alon .e: beside the boy. "Drew was oehind that bail bond, of course, and he is mighty wil.Jing to lose the amount to keep Scotty where we cannot ques tion him as to who hired him to abduct the Harlow boy. If he imagines that the disappearance of the hoboes is going to save him he is very much mistaken." "Why, are you going to hunt for the tramps?" "I haven't got to hunt!" confided the officer with a chuckle. "I've got Scotty located already, boy, and I simply mean to pick up the gentleman

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26 PLUCK AND LUCK and produce him in court. I am cured of my woid ter be here wid de s cads. An it's mighty sprained ankle now." lucky fer youse dat yer did!" Al's eye s sparkled with pleasure. "Are you prepared to skip to Canada?" "Bully for you!" he could not help exclaiming. "Bet yer life. Got the dough with yer?" "I am going after Scotty to-night," said the "Yes," assented the mill-owner, with a nod, as detective. he pulled a big wad of yellow-backs out of his "Is he hidden far from Midwood, Mr. Fox?" pocket and handed it over. "Here you are." "Within a mile of the place." "By jingo, I wish I could go with you!" The tramp greedily clutched the money and "And so you can, if you wish. But there may hastily counted it. be a fight, and I would not care to have you get "Correct,., was his verdict at last. into trouble.'' "You are satisfied, _; "Oh, I'll run chances on that!" answered the "Puffeckly," assented the hobo. "I'm off now!" young athlete, quietly. . -."Jfold on; roareda voice in the open "Then meet me in.front of the drug store to-wmc.ow. night at eight." . r -With -cries 'Qf. :ilarin the"" tW0: : "Thank you for the privjlege,-sir." wheeJed .arqu d, andthe:te was Detective Tlien A.l went Home. .. aiming"il revolver at them, a idang' erotis look-0n }>romptly !it -eight o!efock the boy WilS in front hts,face as he added: .-1 of the drug store; and Mr. Fox joined him and "I've got you both Aead to rights! Jf. you dpil't said'; . . .: .. instaii.tly liotd up your hands ab'ove yo'ur heads '!;Ready, Al?", : . I'll __ drop you with a bullet?"." ., :.... -"Lead the way," answered the boy. .. Foran there was. a !feep silence. "Our' route iS toward Digman's tavern.': ; The tra. mp anii emplo 'xer had as "Is that wherethe, hobo is hidden?" -as death, . "Yes. He. is there. by appointment.", : Th!m Scotty bur5ct forth ,into a torrent of ter"\vith whom?". . abuse against the swearing that "William Drew." he nad been made the victim of a trap. "How did you find that out?" !'You wait!" he. howled. "When I'm lugged up "By watching Drew." before the judge I'm. a-goin' ter give yer clean "That's rather indefinite, .sir." away, yer blamed ole sneak!" 1 it's easily explained. I saw an office boy of 'Drew's mail a letter in the lamp-post box, ad. "I had nothing to do with this!". protested di;:essed to a party named Scott, .in New York . I Drew hoarsely. "For heayen's. sake, don't give waited for the postman who collected the, mail and me away and I'll pay you $10,000 inore!" convip.ced him that I mailed that letter by mis take, and got him to open the box and give it to me. At my hotel I ;steamed open the envelope and read these words: Digman's Tavern, at nine o'clock Wednesday night, in disguise. You can then get to Canada with your pals. Your bail bonds were forfeited; and that will be -the end of that matter, as long as you keep out of sight. Look out for Fox. He is watching, and suspects me. W. D "What a give-away!" laug\ied Al. It was ohly a mile walk down the dusty country road to Digman's tavern, and it proved to be a little old-fashioned building, standing lonely and solitary beside the road. The detective and the young athlete stole around to the rear of the tavern and peered into the windows. In a small room behind the bar they caught sight of William Drew, who was pacing nervously 11p and down the room. "There's the rogue!" Al said. "Hush!" breathed the detective. "Don't utter a word!" They the man for ten minutes. The clock in the barroom struck nine A moment later the door opened and a man strode into the room, who had a clean-shaven face, bushy eyebrows, and who was clad in a rather stylish suit of clothes. It was hal"d to believe that this individual was Scotty, the tramp, and yet such proved to be the fact, as they quickly found out. "Hello, Drew, ole feller!" was the greeting he gave the mill-owner, in rough tones, as he adv.anl' t .he l'OOm "l see.s oat. Vet' ken' Vet' Late one afternoon, some time after the afore..: going events took place, Al went down to the gym, where he found all the boys of the Mid-' wood Junior Atheletic Club practicing their usual exercises He. a words with the boys, ari.d1 donnmg his boatmg costume, he entered a beauti ful cedar skiff his father had given him and rowed out on the Red River against a pretty strong current. Pretty soon he arrived near a beautiful estate, the grounds of which, covered with big trees, ran down to the river bank. A girlish voice on shore suddenly sung out: "Boat ahoy!" Al glanced over his shoulder and saw .Jennie Harlow, clad in a white dress and hat, with a blue parasol over her shoulder, standing among the trees, laughing and waving her handkerchief to him. "Ahoy, the girl!" ''Luff up there and take me aboard!" she cried, mischievously. "Ay, ay, ma'am!" replied Al, with a grin, and he rowed to the shore. "Going to give me a boat ride?'1 she asked, pertly. "Nothing would please me mere," replied Al, standing up and aiding her to embark. "To tell you the candid truth, I rowed up this way in the hope of ,seeing you in the yard.'' (To be conti71ued)

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PLUCK AND LUCK 27 PLUCK AND LUCK NEW YORK, AUGUST 3, 1927 TERMS TO SUBSCRIBERS HOW TO SEND MONEY-At our risk aengh bank. Among Eldredge's curios is the first incande scent lamp made by Thomas A. Edi s o n and a }1arnme r f r om the boyhood hom e of Abraham Lin coln. CITY WOMEN BUY HOMES Many salaried wom e n in New Yo1k are putting the i r s aving s into little place::; in the country, from t en i o 200 miles outsid three years to c onverting the house into a home was offered ten times what she had paid for it. MOTOR DEATH TOLL INCREASED 7 PER CE;NT. Deaths from automobile accidents in the large cities of the country are inoreasing, says the partment of Commerce, which announc e d recently that accidents were respon s ible for 529' fatalities in seventy-seven cities during the four weeks end ed May 21, as compared to 493 during the same period last 'year. The total for the year ended May 21 was 6,938, as compared to 6,348 for the previous .. year, with respective death rates for 100,000 population of 21.9 and 20.4 an increase during the single year of 7 per cent. . For the four weeks just passed, '!leventy-five of the seventy-seven cities reported 519 fatalities, but only 450 of .these occurred wthin city limits. ln this period New York leads in the number of fatl'llitie'!l with eighty-two. Chicago is second with fifty and Detroit third with twenty-nine. For the anm.1al period New York also leads with 1,112 fatalities,. Chicago havinR" 709 and Detroit '.380. LAUGHS "The world owes me a living," it does, my boy, but you'll have to Iiustle like blnzes to collect it." Fair customer-I tell ypu that I wear a No. 2. madam, this shoe that you just took cff is a No. 4 Fair customer-Yes, I know but it has stretched horribly.. / "Your daughter plays some very robust nieces." "She's got a beau in the parlor," grow1ed pa, "and that loud music is to drown the sound of her mother washing the dishes." "That's a pretty speedy car of yours, isn't it?" "You bet your life it is! I've only had that car six months and I've paid out more maney in fines than the car cost me origin'ally." "My son," said the father impress iv e ly, "sup pose I should be taken away suddenly, what would become of you?" "\Vhy," said the son, irreverently, "I'd stay here. The que s tion i s what would become of you?" A who lives ahngside of a cemetery wa11 asked if it was not an unpleasant locati G n. "No" said he; "I neve1 resided in all my life with a of neighbo1 s that minded their own bu s ines s so steadily a s they do." Peddloer-I have a mo s t valuable book tC' sell madam;. it tell s one h o w to do anyth in g Lady (sarcastically)-Doe s it t e ll on e h o w to ooet r i d o:t a pestering peddler? P e ddle r ( p r ompfJy)-Oh yes, madam. Buy something from him "Mother, if a poor, hungr y little. boy was to come to the. back d o o r a n d ask f o r so m et hing to eat, would you give him that piec e o f p i e that was left over from dinner?" "Ye s, Willi e I think J should." "Well, just wait a minute till I ru11 around to the back door.''

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28 PLUCK AND LUCK One Stormy : Night When the village of Frankfort was still an out3f-town suburb of Philadelphia I paid a visit to the former place in of a hotel burglar whom I had followed from New York City. Mose Randall was the man's real name, but he was also known by several aliases in different cities. Feeling that I was on the track of my man, I resolved to put up at the tavern for the night and sally out in the morning in search of him. The rascal had just robbed a jewelry store on Broadway, and he had shot the proprietor, who had interrupted him in his w<>rk. The wounded man lived long enough to give us a fair description of his murderer, who wore a red flannel shirt and a slouched hat, and who spoke in very squeaking tones. As it was announced in the papen; that the jeweler was found dead in his store, the murderer was not aware that the detectives had a descrip tion of. him. While sitting in the barroom, listening to the wild sto1m without, the cry "Fire! Fire!" burst on my ears. Two men in theroom, who were members of a local fire company, instantly rushed out in the storm. Being a fireman myself at the time, the magic words. aroused me to action, and out I rushed with them .A,way toward Germantown a bright light appeared in the sky; and one of the firemen sung out: -"I'll bet a dollar it's the strange widow's house is going." I think so, too, Bill," responded the other man. "Here comes the engine. Rattle her along lively, fellows!" I seized the rope of the fire-engine with the men, and we were soon rattling along toward the fire with some dozen others. As we neared the house on fire one of the men from the tavern cried: "I knew it was the strange widow's house, and we can't save a timber of it, fellers!" Yet the firemen set about the work, while one of them cried out: "Where's the young widow and her child? By jiminy, Ned, tb.ey must be in the house yet." At that moment a terrified face appeared at a third-story window and a squeaking voice cried out to us: "Fellers, I'm -i goner if you don't get a ladder up to me." I recognized tl)Ja face and the voice on the in stant, for Mose f andall was the man m the burning house. And it looked a.J if the rascal was not to grace the gallows, as his rescue appeared to be impos: sible. "How did Mose Randall happen to be in the burning building ? Who is this strange widow they speak about?" Moving around to the back of the house alone, I happened to glance along the lawn, when a fiyfog figure attracted 'my attention. There was a rivid flash of lightninl!: at the moment. and I could plainly see a female form running along by a rustic seat near an old, withered oak tree. The woman was making away from the public road, and she was running toward Germantown, but not in a direct path. I made after her 01!-S ff.1st as I could, but without uttering a single cry to attrac"t the attentiqh of the firemen. I was close on her before she heard my footsteps, and she hastened on the faster, as she cried: "Mercy, mercy! Has the wretch ascaped after all? Oh, how can I save my dear child?" "Don't be alarmed, madam," I cried, "for I will not injure you or your child." As I spoke, I took the child from the woman's arms, pressed her hand, and we turned to retrace our steps. "For goodness sake, don't go near that houi;;e," she gasped, as an expression of horror swept over her face. "Did you see him? Were you at the fire?" "Who are you speaking about? Calm yourself, and lean on my arm. We will not go near the house. Yes; I saw a m an at the window on the top floor." "Did you know him?" "I did. It was a man I was looking for at the time." "What for?" "To arrest him for burglaryrand murder." "Burglary and murder! Oh, why didn't I know that this evening! Was it a crime to kill such a wretch?" "That depends on circumstances. No one killed Mose Randall, however. He perished in the flames." We reached the tavern at Frankfort as soon as possible, and I procured a warm parlor on the first floor for the woman and her child. Jane Vane was born and brought up in a Connecticut village, and her parents were struggling people. At the age of eighteen she went to live in Brookl y n, where she had relatives, who promised to assjst her. Very soon after the young woman became acquainted with a clever young policeman, named John Powers, and they were soon manied. Just one year after their marriage John Powers was shot and killed by a burglar whom he was trying to arrest, and the murderer was never caught. The young widow became housekeeper for an old widower in Harlem, who soon commenced to make love to her. Among the guests at the old fellow's house was a man in the prime of life who hailer! from Philadelphia. This man pretended to be a person of means, and when he fell in love with Jane and offered to marry her she consented. By the merest acci?ent she discovered that he was a professional burglar, and she then became thoroughly disgusted -with him and insisted on leaving him. Then Mose Randall swore that he would kill her little son if she put on any airs with him. Soon after the exposure the gang of burglars, of which Mose Randall was second in command, hired the old house and property near Frankfort. and Jane was placed there with her sou -1d n:

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PLUCK AND LUCK 29She was ; compelled to announce that she was a widow .of some means desiring a quiet home; and her only companions were an old colored man and his wife, who were the sworn servants of the burglars. Jane was not .long in the place before she dis covered that the old widower of Harlem was the leader. of the burglars, and she soon met him there also. The old rascal commenced to make love to her at once telling her that her marriage with Mose Randall was a mock affair, and offering to make her his real w if!! and se t her up in a good home in N e w York City or B r ooklyn The n the young woman became furious, and she threatened to leave the wretch at once "You can go if you like," was the rep!), "but you must leave the boy after you. If you attempt to betray us he will die as sure as fate." The poor creature was subdued again, as she could not be a r the thought of being separated from her boy. Jane was brooding over her miserable position, whe n she gained strength of mind to attempt an escap e with her boy, saying to herself: "Why can I not go down to the city and then go on to the West? I can hide there somewhere. I cannot s tand this miserable life any longer." Acting on the impulse, the young woman packed a: few thiytgs in a caTpet-bag, secured some money and jewels and hastened down to take the stage at the villE'.ge. It was a vain hope. She was g etting out of the stage with her boy, when a rough hand grabbed her arm and a, squeaking voice whispered into her ear: "You can't escape while I live. If you attempt to get away again I will take that brat from you and keep him where you'll never find him. I am a hunted man at present and I must remain here under cover for some time. See that you make it as pleasant for me as possible." "How will I make away with the infamous wretch?" she asked herself. "I will l
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BO PLUCK AND LUCK i .. I i TIMELY TOPICS HOW FINLAND FIGHTS FIRE Strict :c9nstrilction regulations have fire in Finland,. accorc;iing to a recent issue of Pubhc Safety, offici a l organ of the National Safety Council. In a country where a great deal of timber is used in the con struction of a majority of the buildings the:re has been no great conflagration in half a century. Even fire s t hat spread to neighboring house s are very rare ; the last fire of this type took place about ten years ago, when four hous es were d estroyed. No wooden roofs are allow e d, and wooden build ings are limite d to one story in the smaller towns e.nd to two in the larger. A space of eighteen feet is reguired between wooden structures, and window s are not allowed to face a neighboring house. It is necessary that the floor s stairs and staircases of stone structures be made nreprMf. ln addition to these and other such r egulations, the Fire Department service is said to be orgaile d d own Narragansett Bay recently provisioned for a pos s ibl e thre e month.':! at sea. With Ho ahna at the h e lm, the little s c4oo'ner was towed down the Providence Rive r and as .sool} as the wind filled her sails s h e was cast a d-rift by the tug. The lone m arine r exp ec t s to take the northern route home, a voyag e that will compel him to tra vel more than 4,000 mil es H e plans to sleep days ancj. take the helm at night s o that h is ship will not be run dciwn by tr-ans-Atlantic liners. Fear is felt along the waterfront that Hoahna never arrive at his de stination, a s the ship, which he bought as an abandoned hulk foi: $75 and refitted, it> 'regarded as 'too sma11 to weather storms. '' -. Hoahna is carrying thirteeh barrels. of watei for ballast, jus t to show the superstftfous ing men that there is nothing alarming in the mysterious number.1

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PLUCK AND LUCK Bl ITEMS OF INTEREST POISON IVY RELIEVED BY SIMPLE COM-WHALE'BACK TURNS .PIRATE POUND According to James F. of the. Uniteo States Department of :Agriculture, victims poison ivy will find quick relief' in a 5 per cent. solution of potassium permanganate, whirh can be made up by any druggist. The soh1tion be swabbed on the poisoned places with a hit of absorbent cotton or a soft cloth. The permanganate leaves a btown stain, which can be removed by washing with a 1 per cent. solution of oxalic acid, a 1 per cent. solution of sodium bisulphite-or even with plain soap and water. If the skin has been very much broken by scratching or otherwise and is raw, the oxalic acid will cause a temporary stinging; in this case soap and water are preferable for rem0ving stains. If the skin is very tenner the of potassium permanganate may be diluted with wa" ter before using. The' steamer. Turner, one of a fleet of stodgy whalebacks built at Superior, Wis., about thirty five years ago, and a familiar craft plying the Gr_eat Lakes form-any years, has become a pirate sh1p of 1927. The old whaleback,.which at various carried the 1'1.ames of Trnder, Bh1e Hill, Pres1dente Estrada, Yuma and Cabrera, was intercP.pted by New York coa!'t guardsmen as i.:lroad trains, or airplanes; _or of explaining after the event the astral reasons that caused it to happen. Serious consideration is given to the matter by M. Scriabine in the Revue d'Astrologie in which he lays down the rules upon which horoscopes are to be cast. It is necessary to know the exact time of the birth of a person whose fate is to be read in the stars. But what is the date of the nativity of a boat, a flying machine or a railroad train? Clearly en ough, we are told, that of a vessel is the moment in which it is launched, and that of an air craft when it first rii::es from the ea.,.th. That of a railroad train is less easy to determine, since the lj.nd the cars may have been built a"ld put into use at different times; so as a compromise the time when the. train sets out from the station ou any given run must be taken as that of its nativity. : On such a basis M, Scriabine undertakes. to termine and describe t'he a11tral cau;:es of various .recent railway accidents, ca.sting .horoscopes wiih a formidable array of malign aspects. For example: "Jupiter squared Saturn"; "Jupiter op posed Neptune"; conjunction with Ura nus squared Jupiter and pasi
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