-A-00MPtETE. "Bind the impudent barbarian!" cried Princess Zandra. "Send them both to be slaves in my mines!" Jack fought desperately, but a trip from behind sent him sprawling, and the first assailant piled upon him. That dream of wealth vanished! \
WIDE A WAKE WEEKLY A CO}f'PLETE STORY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekly-By Subscription $2.50 per year. Entered according to A.ct of Cong1ess, in the year 1906, in the office OT the Librarian of Oongreu, Washington, D. C., by Franl Tousev, Publisher, 24 U11io11 Square, New York. No. 14 NEW YORK, JULY 20, 1906. PRICE 5 CENTS. OUT FOR GOLD O R The Boy Who Knew the Difference By TOM DAWSON CHAPTER I. THE BLEAK LA.ND OF PRO'MISE. "Shall we try it now, Jack?" Hartley took a long, intent look at the irowning, rock bound, desolate coast. It was in the tropical seas, about degrees south latitude and somewhere near thirty west longitude. Yet the big island at which both boys peered, and which was some three miles distant, showed few signs of vegeta tion. There was little hope of being able to sustain life long on that island. 1 "It seems a Jack Hartley responded, dispirit edly. "But this old bark will pound to pieces on this ledge." cc And we're hundreds of miles from Rio Grande di Sul, lhe nearest province in. Brazil." cc Can we ever take a small boat in through all those reefs?" Neither of the boys left alone on this shattered, doomed old bark, the Benjamin W. Allen, could see anything very rosy in the picture, no matter from what side it was viewed. "The sea is still running pretty roughly," muttered Jack. cc Shall we stay on the bark, then? How much longer will it hold together, anyway?" "At the rate she's pounding on the reef under us, she'll go to pieces any seaond." "Oh, dear!" moaned Bob Brewster. "If ever I get out of this, and go to sea again, I don't believe it'll be under a drunken skippe r with a drunken crew." "It isn't the time to talk about the way we'll ship next time," smiled Hartley, drearily. "The only conundrum for us now is whether we can reach the shore alive." "Then you think it's best to make the try?" "It's the only thing we can do," Jack vented, anxiously. "Then we'll try?" "Sure thing." "How soon?" 1 "Why,"' Jack answered, looking at his ship's mate, "we might as well risk ourselves now, in a sound small boat, as to stay on a wrecked, broken-up bark that's pounding and grinding itself to pieces on the rocks." As Jack spoke he looked around at the few preparations they had been able to make. There was a cask of ship's water, a case of tinned bacon, some harq tack and pilot bread, and a few other food sup plies, all in their wooden packing cases. There, too, were a pair of rifles, rumll'.}aged up from the cabin of the late captain. For Captain Bostwick was no more. These two boys, despised members of the bark's late company, had seen the captain, the two mates, the cook and the crew of nine men go down before their eyes the night before: And that without being able to move a hand in behalf of the perishing mates. Captain John Bostwick, of this now destroyed bark, was a hard-drinking skipper. Unable to get any ship worth the while, he had de..
OUT FOR GOLD. scended to the command of this weather-beaten bark, the Allen. His mates and the crew as bad as himself, the bark had had a hazardous voyage south from York, bound for Callao, Peru. Of the boys Bob, from a natural love of sea -life, had shipped as a green hand before the mast Jack Hartley, a year older than sixteen-year -old Bob, had run off to sea to leave. behind a life that he wanted to forget. Of that, more later on. 'rhe afternoon before, in growing rough weather, they had first sighted this island, uninhabited, Bostwick had declared, and s urrounded by treacherous reefs. Yet the skipper had chosen to make merry and had ordered up the grog. He and the crew, believing in their luck, had sam pled the grog all too freely Then, two hours before dark, the Allen had ploughed into windy weather. Within an hour it had turned out a fullsize d gale Partially sobered by his craft' s danger, Bostwick had endeavored to sheEll' off from the bleak island, now under the lee bow. But the fore-topmast went, and afte r it the mizzen topmast. The wreckage and the un steadiness of the crew brought about pandemonium on the ship's deck. ,, Th e n, at the height of the brutish confusion, the Allen had st rnck and had driven 1lard and fast on the r eef In their first despair skipper, mates and crew had again had r ecourse to the barrel of rum. Thep., fearing that the bark could not la s t the hour out, Bostwick had ordered away the long boat With this smaller craft jammin g under the lee r ai l, Bostwick had managed to get his crew into the boat. "Come on, boys!" he roared. But Jack Hartley, cabin boy, and Bob Br e w s t e r, green hand, looked at the ra gin g sea and then at the drunken ship's company .. "If I've got to go to the everlasting, I'm hanged if it' ll be in s uch drunken, beastly company as that," growled Bob. "Shake!" cried Jack, gripping the other's hand warmly. "And I choose to stay h ere and die with you rather than go with s uch a crew." "Last call, boys!" b e llowed the ski pp e r. "We stay aboard, sir Jack a n swere d back over the booming of gale and running sea. "Shove off!" ordered Bostwick, with a coarse, brutish oath So the long boat had surged away, leaving the two boys on the deck of the old, doomed craft And there they had remained through tM rough night, praying, hoping-guessing, despairing. And morning had found them st ill there. As a sort of a miracle the Allen had held together thro ugh the long night. When day broke the sea was running less heavily, but with a l ong, steady swell that still looked dangerous to these young landlubbers As they gazed out over the still troublous waters' not a sig n could they see of the long-boat that they had seen capsize within a hundred fathoms of the wreck. Nor was there the sign of a floating body "Well," caUed Jack, in a voice whose tone did not run high with hope, "do you say that we lower the cutter?" "Lower away," agreed Bob, also without enthusiasm Stationing themselves by the davits, the youngsters swung them outward '1.1herc was a whirr of block and tackle, then the cutter lay in the water on the lee. Bob clambc1'cd down into t1rn boat. "I think we can handle h e r long enough to get away from the old tub, anyway," be calied up. "Can you pass down the water a nd things?" Nodding, our hero tug ged at the cask, letting it down over the side in a rope sling. "Safe!" tallied Brewster. "Now, the other things Item after item Jack Hartley let down. And now, all in readiness, he let himself down last of all. "I.Jct go the tackle, and shove off," commanded Bob, taking just now by virtu e of his former position before the ma s t, Jack having b een "only the cabin b oy." '1.'he tackle s lipped, they s hot out the oars, a pair apiece, and let the cutter drift away from the hulk's side. ".r ow, give way," ordered Bob, a t the bow oars, as he gl anced ahead over his shoulder. "The wind's offshore, s o if w e row just hard enough for headway we don't need tl1 get stuck hard and fast on a reef." "Easy goes," Jack nodded. Thou g h the waves had abated greatly since the ending of the gale, it was s till no easy task to handle the boat in that sea. .) Fortunate ly, the boat was of such light draft that they could see, by the dashing of the spray, just where the reefs tuck up enough to endanger them. I Yet, with the utmo st care, three times did they get their sma ll boat on a r eef Each time, with the utmost of care, they got off again. Nearly two hour s of the harde st, mos t cautious kind of work-and, at last, 'in side the line of r eefs they ran. "Easy water now all the way to the beach," cheered Bob Brewster. So it proved. The boat grated up on a sandy beach. "Safe, in the bleakest part of the world," qheered Jack, as he bounded ashore, stretching his tired muscles as he glared at the steel?, rock-bound lines of hills ahead "I wonder if there are any trees at all outside of the dozen stunted ones in sight.?" queried Bob. "It won't take u s lon g to burn them up for firewood." "Cheer up," g rimaced our hero. "From the looks of
OUT FOR GOLD. ihe place we won't find anything to cook when om few tins are emptied." "Oh, there must be fish out there in the water," urged Jack. "I've got tackle in the boat, and seeds that we can plant vegetables with." "If we can find any water fresh enough to water a gar den with," hinted Brewster. "Oh, we mustn't begin to knock this island at the first look," objected Hartley. "Within a couple of hours we may be very well contented with our lot." "I hope so," muttered Bob, doubtingly. "Bear a hand, then, and we'll beach the boat." "Then--?" hesitated Bob. "Breakfast I" "Spoken like a man after my own heart." A long tug and a hard one, after which the cutter lay high and dry on the beach. Then did the provisions and water come into demand. Breakfast over, Jack picked up one of the rifles and a box of cartridges. "Going to tote a gun?" demanded Bob. "We sure won't ned any police protection on this big old granite pile." "You can never tell," smiled Jack. "Besides, there may be something as big as lion s or tigers somewhere up among those rocks." "Going to tramp way up over those hills?" sighed Bob, as he picked up the other rifle. "Sure. If we intend to stake out a claim to this island, we might as well know what it's good for. Come along." Almost from beach the slope upwards began. Though there was some breeze down at the water's edge, this failed them before they had tramped a quarter of a mile inland. "Whew!" muttered Brewster, mopping his stream ing face. "Now I know what trolley cars are for." There was something of a path up the hillside, so they kept to it. "HeTio !" muttered Jack, pointing to a soft piece of ground just ahead. "There are folks living here. See that print of a bare foot?" "That's what it is," muttered Bob, in astonishment "Where on earth can they be, and what do they live on?" "On shipwrecked people, perhaps," Jack retorted, grim ly. "Keep your eyes open, and your gun handy. Here, you'd better let me go ahead. Keep thirty or forty feet behind me. Then, if we run into anything, we'll be spread out enough to fight a bit." But suidenly Jack Hal'tley forgot all about this very wise caution. ; Dropping bis gun in his he pounced upon a piece of black, crumbly earth as big as his first. "Ob, Bob, for the love of wealth-quick!" he cried, turning upon his comrade to di splay a face that glowed with intense excitement "This is mica schist, Bob," Hartley explained, as he swiftly crumbled the blackish earth between bis hands and held the mass out for Brewster to look at. "Good to eat?" asked Bob, dully. "Good to eat, you big glutton! No; but enough of this oirty stuff will buy you all the good things that the earth produces!" "What did you say it was?" queried Brewster. "Mike, or--" "Mica schist, you blockhead! And rich at that! See these little yellow particles running through the stuff?" Bob took a good look, and at last it dawned upon him. "9old ?" he asked, eagerly. "Just that!" Jack emphasized. "The richest kind, too! Stuff just as good as this would tote out sixty dollars to the ton!" "How do you know?" asked Bob, suddenly. "How do I know?" Jack asked, almost savagely. "If there's one thing on earth that I do 1mow, it's gold!" "I've heard about a fake gold that they call 'fool's gold' is another name for it," said Bob, slowly. "We're fools to expect anything really good on this bleak hillside." "Pyrites? Huh!" growled Jack, almost savagely. "Don't you suppose r know the d1fference ?" "Why, my father used to be a metallurgist," returned Hartley, quickly. "I've worked in his laboratory with him mouth after month." "A metal-what?" "A metallurgist, a man who assays ores to get the gold out of 'em Bob, I tell you, I've learned to know the dif ference between gold and fake gold. This is the real thing-and rich!" "Where did your father follow that trade? How did come to it from him?" Bob asked, trying to grasp something of his comrade's unknown past history. But Jack squared his jaw. "Another time, perhaps; not now," be replied, shortly. "The only thing of interest, Bob, is that we've found a big gold claim on this bare old rock." "And the footprints show that other people own the claims." "That's so," our hero admitted, his face clouding. Then he looked more hopeful again. "No matter, Bob. We may find a bit here for our s'elves. Now, we certainly will go forward. Think of it, Bob-rich, perhaps, within six months!" Bob had caught the fever of the thing by this time. Forgetting their earlier caution, the two boys tramped a lon g side by side until they reached the top of the slope "J erushy gasped Bob. Jack, in his amazement, did not attempt to speak at first. For down the other side of the slope, over a broad, green plain, they found themselves gazing upon a beauti ful stretch of country hemmed in by the hills Great stately groves, planted fields, bearing richly Not less than three villages, of pretty, well-built little houses of one and two stories. Near the central village a structure rose that must be a temple of some kind.
4 OUT FOR GOLD. In the nearer fields they gazed upon dark-skinned, al most naked human beings at work. "And this big old rock i s charted as an uninhabited island!" flared Hartley. "It looks pretty near like paradise down in those pretty towns and fields!" breathed Bob. For a few moments more they stood in silent contem plation of the scene of beauty. Then, warned by the voices of someone approaching, they took quick, easy grip of their rifles. Around an edge of stone came five dark-skinned men. Four of these, who carried spears, were all but nude. But he who appeared to be their leader was robed in a single long garment of pure white. Over this robe the leader wore ornaments of pure yellow metal. Even the four who wore only breech-clouts and a band around the forehead were not lacking in sma ller orna ments of that yellow metal. "Gold! 'l'he real thing! And see how common it is here!" breathed Jack Hartley, joyfully. In that instant the five on-comers caught s ight of the two boys standing almost in their path. In a twinkling the natives had stopped and darted backward. Then they halted, g l aring with no favor at the young Americans. But Bob Brew s ter, unable to take his gaze from those golden ornaments, gasped : "Say, Jack, we're going to like this land all right I" \ CHAPTER IL THE DREAM OF WEALTH. After that first start the man in white, who appeared to be aboui thirty years old, advanced slowly, hi s face showing that he was afraid. He eyed the boys carefully, halting about twenty feet away from them. "What do you do here?" he inquired in fair Spanish. To Bob's surprise, Jack answered in the same tongue: "We are travelers. Shipwrecked, we have come to ex plore the island." "Who sent you?' queried the native, s uspiciously. "Sent us?" Jack repeated. "No one. It is accident that we are here. Our ship lies wrecked off the eoast." "But someone sent you?" persisted the native. "No one," Jack insisted. "We do not like strangers. here," went on the native, suspiciously. "Oh, you'll get used to us,"' smi led Jack. "We know how to make ourselves liked." "if o; we shal l not like you. You come of a cruel people." "Maybe you take us for Spaniards," protested Jack. S'Spaniards ?" "Yes; the people whose language you aTe speaking." "Is it not the language of all who come from the world beyond this island ?" "Say!" uttered Jack, earnestly. "You've got a lot to learn." The native in the white robe drew himself up with ex treme dignity. "I? Much to learn? I am Hakka, the high priest, when he is not present." "Oh, you're someone, when someone else isn't?" quizzed Hartley. "I am Kalo, and the Deputy of Hakka, the reverend high priest of our people," came the answer, still with cold dignity. "Glad to know you, Kalo--0r Hakka," Jack replied, amiably. "You have not told me the truth yet. Who sent you here?" "I have told you that no one sent me," Jack retorted. "I cannot believe it." "You're out of .luck, then," came, impatiently, from Hartley. "You are evil, for you bring the lightning with you," persisted. Kalo, suspiciously. "The lightning? Oh, you mean these things?" smiled Jack, lifting hi s rifle. In a twinkling Kalo drew back, trembling. The four natives behind him threw themselves on the ground, moaning. "Say," smiled Jack, looking aside at his chum, "this i s going to be easy These people know guns-and they're afraid." / "Those s pear s would give me a nervou s attack," Bob declared. "That is, if I were s urrounded by a howling lot of these dark-skinned rascal s." "I'm going to find out jus t how much they know about firearm s," ventured Hartle y "Go slow!" begged Bob. "I don't want to be punched full of holes by the puncture-makers that they carry." But ,Tack, wholly disregarding the advice, rai sed his rifle. In another instant Kalo had thrown himself forward on his face, as abjectly as his followers had already done. "Point not the lightning at me," he begged. "Oh, all right, then," Hartley agreed. "Get up and answer questions." Meekly enough, now, Kalo obeyed. "Who taught you to respect these lightning macliines ?" Jack demanded. "Strangers who were here long ago," Ka.lo slowly. "Then you have not often seen these lightning-mak ers ?" "Not often, thanks to our gods." "You need not fear me," Jack went on, coolly now.
OUT FOR GOLD. "If you obey, we shall not harm you. But you must obey our orders." "What do you want?" Kala asked, doubtfully. "How many people live on this island?" "About eight thousand." "You mine that precious yellow metal here?" Kala's eyes glittered with sudden rage." "Ah! You came here for our gold? I knew it!" "Answer my question!" insisted Jack, throwing some sternness into his tone. "You mine gold here?" "It is so." "And much of it?" "Enough to make our ornaments and our im ages." "Images, eh?" smiled Jack. "We'll have a look at those." Kala's face, dark as it was, almost white "You dare. not," he cried. "It would be profanation of crnr temple. Even though we do not lik e your lightning, our people would rise and die b efo re you in battle if you dared enter our temple!" "That's a good thing to know," Jack muttered unde r his breath. "We won't press the temple busine;;;; any. If these people ever rose against u s, they'd soon find out for themselves how long two rifle s could stand before eight thousand spears." But aloud our hero asked: "You have some kind of government here?" "All worship the divine princess, Zendra, here--even the strangers who come at times." "Is Zendra alive?" "You must call her the princess!" warned Kala, with another swift fl.ash in hi.s dark eyes. "The Princess Zendra live s, then?" "She has always lived, and alw ays will," Ka.lo r ep lied, coldly. \ "What kind of a fairy yarn i s that?" demanded Bob when our hero had translated for him "Kala, you mus t take u s to y our prince ss," Jack de clared. The young priest drew back with a startled air. "No strangers from the outs ide world have ever seen Princess Zendra. None ever shall!" "Is that the Princess Z endra's rule?" Jack queried. "It has always been her divine command," replied Kala, q uiveringly. "She'll change it now, I hope," Jack replied, coolly. "We feel that we must see her. Lead the way, and we will follow But Kala, without budging, glared hotly at the boys "Will you rouse all our people to battle with you hopeless though that battle may be?" "I don't care," Jack replied, indifferently. "Let your people rise and 'rush into destruction against the lightning, if they want." Kala was trembling now. "Ifll be a good point to clinch, at once," Jack muttered to himself He had grow.n s uddenly daring upon realizing in what great awe these natives stood of the mysterious rifles. "I've a me ssag e for your princess," Hartley went on coolly "Tell her that we desire to see her; that we intend no harm to her people unless they bring it upon themselves. Tell your princess that we can explain oi.;.r errand only to her. That she must see us, or else the lightning will destroy not only the people but the islancl as well." Now Jack stopped, almost out of breath. But he was watching Kala narrowly. "If the fellow swallows that, the game can be played up to the limit," our hero murmured to himself. Kala no longer seemed built on doubting lines. "I will take your message to the Princess Z endra," he replied, stiffly "Yet, until s he h as given her royal de cision, you must wait here." "Guess again," snapped Hartley. '"rhe princess must see us, or she shall have no people left to reign over. And we must travel in sta te. You have some way of carrying people of high rank?" "We have litters, though they are seldom used." -"Send for two litters," Jack commanded. "Send one of these men with you." "I will go myself," proposed Kala, with some eagerness "Forge t that," counselled Hartley. "You will stay here and go in with us. Send one of your men on the errand." "It will do little good," persisted Kala. "I must go, or the order will not be obeyed." "If you try to sti r away from here the lightning will ge t you, Kala!" Jack almost roar ed. "Send one of your men, as I told you-and send him quick-on your life!" Hartley raised hi s rifle a s if about to aim From hi s knees the deputy hi g h priest called the order back in a tongue that neither boy could understand. Yet it was a low, soft, mu sica l speec h. Two of the natives instantly turned backward, trem bling as if they feared to be shot in the back. "You may sit down, Kala, if you want permitted Jack. "Stranger, I tremble for you when the Princess Zendr a hears your words." "Do all your trembling in your own back yard," Jack ordered, sternly "And until the litters come hold your tongue!" Kala's eyes flashed, but it was plain that he felt the need for obeying As the deputy high priest seated himself on the ground, Jack followed his example. Bob, too, sea ted himself under the shade qf a low tree. Both youngsters kept their rifles ready for instant use. 1It was a useless precaution, though. Plainly the natives stood in the greatest awe of the lightning-makers
OUT FO:f\ GOLD. As they sat there Hartley repeat e d his conversation Between the poles, except at the ends, was w9ven a J with Kalo, giving it to Bob in Engli sh. matting of gras s e s-light yet strong. "It's going to be a rich country, and an easy one, old At a sign from Hartley, the bearers moved Bob's litter fellow," Jack wound up. alongside his own. "What do you mean to do? Force the people to give "I hope this is the very best style of litter on the up their gold?" island," smiled Jack. Jack Hartley's eyes flashed with something very close "Why?" Bob asked, dubiously. to real ange;r. "Because there's going to be trouble if I find out that "Bob Brewster, what has made you think that I'm a these people send a second class man-hack to tote us on. pirate?" Bob sighed. He was sure that he saw big trouble ahead. "Then how do you expect to get any of the gold??' Kala's litter passed on ahead as the bearers started. "Mine for it, the way these people do. Why not? It A little way down the road a dozen spearmen fell in looks like a f:!ure thing that these hills are fuller of gold ahead of the litters, while a score more brought up the than these people will ever need When there's so much rear. lying around loose why shouldn't we help ourselves to some Even in the first quarter of a mile of that winding of it? But we are not going to rob the people of what descent the road grew broader and better. they've worked for, and we're not going to force anyone Then, down on the level of the great, broad valley, the to do unpaid labor." road became fine indeed ay ou'll get into a heap of trouble playing this game?" Now they traveled along, the bearers going always at a predicted Bob Brewster. trot, through groves of trees that bore luscious fruits and "Good heavens, man Isn't it worth a little trouble to past the rich planted fields. up a fortune? Why, Bob, from the stuff I've seen as "I don't see anyone working in these fields now," ob-we came along, these hills are full of the easiest kind of served Bob, curiously. gold to get at. We'll put our pile by and wait until we "Small wonder," Jack smiled back at him. "They've can signal some passing ship." heard of the coming of the lightning-makers." "I hope it turns out right," sighed the other boy. "They've skedaddled?" "Oh, it will," Jack declared', confidently. "Whenever "Played twenty-three!" you're in doubt, just watch me." "I wonder if we'll find the town ahead as barP, of peoThey had fully an hour to wait, which they did lazily, ple ?" speculated Brewster, rising on 11is elbow to look passing no word with the silent, brooding Kalo in the ahead at the village of white s tone and plaster houses that meantime. was now in sight. Then the sound of trotting feet came to the ears of the In the yards surrounding the larger houses cool foun-boys. tains were playing. Around that same edge of rock came the Ftter-bearers, But no one was in sight. four to a litter. Then down a street lined with buildings that plainly Though they came at a trot, these men approached, contained stores they passed. plainly in fear. But still not a glimpse of a human being anywhere, exAt Kalo's command they halted. cept for the little procession itself. "An escort of spearmen is below," he said, briefly, to "A lightning-rod agent could do a rush business here," the boys. Jack ehuckled to his mate. "You see how we've got the "Very good," nodded Jack. "They know about the natives scared!" lightning in case they're inclined to turn tricky?" "Or else they're busy springing an ambush for us," "You are now under the hos pitality of the princess," uttered Bob, doubtingly. "Hartley, I don't like the looks Kalo replied in an offended tone. "No harm can be of it when a town closes up by way of wel
OUT FOR GOLD. 7 Just down the street from the temple, before a low white wall with an arched gateway in the center, stood fully a hundred spearmen, each clad only in his breech clout, the band around hi's forehead, and in each case a few gold ornaments. And now Kalo raised a cry, at sound oi which au but the six spearmen nearest the gate threw themselves down on their faces "That's doing it well," observed Hartley, calmly "I hope their present notion of us last s," murmured Bob. In a twinkling the spearmen were on their feE>J,; once more They drew up in lines on either side of the street as the trotting litter-bearers came to a halt "Be pleased to descend from your litters, excellencies," desired Kalo, using that title for the first time, as he ap proached the boys, whose bearers had just "Be good enough to wait while I inquire if Princess Zendra be ready to receive you." All the spearmen except those closest to the gate stood with bowed heads as Kalo passed between them. "That gives one some idea of the fellow's rank here," though Jack. "Stand close, and keep your eye on things," whispered Bob, uneasily. "These brown pirates would be glad of a chance to j ump us." "Now, I don't believe they dare to," Hartley answered. "But I'm going to keep my eyes peeled just the same." Kalo had disappeared past the gate, a swinging one that closed after him. Barely three minutes was he gone when he reappeared. "The Princess Zendra is ready to see the lightning makers,'' he announced With a nod Jack followed, after a whispered caution to Bob to keep a few feet to the rear and to be watchful. But none else passed the swinging gates with them. On the other side of the high wall the boys found them selves in a large outdoor enclosed space-a park, and a beautiful one of some five or six acres in extent. Here and there, among the groves and flower-beds, and behind grassy lawns on which fountains played, were various picturesque lj.ttle buildings, all of the same white plaster and stone material of which all the buildings in this valley were constructed Kalo, without looking back, l ed the way to a pi cturesqu& pa.villion near the edge of the park. The entrance was through an arched gateway, and here no mattinged gate shut out the view inside. "Pass in," requested Kalo, stepping aside. "'Ware treachery!" whispered Bob, sharply, hoarsely. Jack Hartley strode in through the. gateway with confi dent tread. There was a good deal of swagger in his gait, for now, if ever, he believed, he must put his most daring foot forward. Then, all of a sudden, inside, the boy came to his senses. He stopped, all of the brag gone out of his deineanor. Click! came his heels together, as he straightened up. Then, shifting his rifle to his l eft hand, his right sought his hat, which he lifted and bowed as low as he could CHAPTER III; TWO BOYS WAKE UP. Jack Hartley stood in the presence of royalty, and he knew it! Had she not been the1 Princess Zendra by rank, the American boy would still have been prepared to worship. There were walls only to this apartment Overhead the sky showed At the further end of the apartment was a curtain But in sight there only a large table, covered with some tapestry of woven grass, and beside it a seat Only that one seat in the room, and now, as the two intruders entered, a beautiful vision of womanhood rose as if from a throne. At her side stood a bloodhound of rare breed. The animal gazed at the armed boys suspiciously. Not less suspicious was Princess Zendra's own reg a rd. Yet in her face there was not one sign of :kar. Her age? Kalo had told them that she lived forever. Jack, in that first moment of astonishment, could not have guessed whether this royal young woman was sixteen or thirt y years of age. All our hero saw was her amazing beauty, her queenly carriage, her commanding, undaunted air Beautiful, indeed, she was, and with a figure that would have set a sculptor mad. Her garment, a simp le one of white, spotless in its purity, her feet were un shod her arms bare to the shou l ders In her hand as she rose she carried a light rod. If there 'was no fear, neither was there menace in Zendra's eyes as she looked at the boys. But Jack Hartley, utterly abashed and conquered, would have surrendered his very rifle in that moment of daze had he been commanded to do it. "She wins," was the boy's first startled thought "We'll give up our lightning makers and swim away from the island if s h e asks it." Bob Brewster was hardly less impressed. It was Princess Zendra who first broke the s ilence. "You have demanded to see me?" she asked, in a voice that thrilled Hartley and set bis pulses to throbbing. She spoke in Spanish, as Kalo hac1 done, and our hero answered her in the same tongue : "Yes, Princess Zendra." She looked him over again, with a slight fl.ash in her eyes. "How much tribute do you demand?" she aske d."
8 OUT FOR GOLD. "Tribute?" Jack repeated, wonderingly. "Yes. Surel y you understand the word?" There was frigid impatience in her voice. "We c1o not under stand the word when it is applied to the Princess Zendra and her people/' Jack answered in a low voice. "Then why this insolence? Why the threat to destroy my people if I did not grant you audience at once?" She looked at him with cold curiosity as she finished. Jack's voice was very low, almost tremulous, as he answered: "That was before we had seen the Princess Zendra." The girl's face flushed angrily at his words. And now Jack Hartley for the .first time, that though her cheeks were browned s omewhat by the sun that shone clown over the i s l and, yet this royal young c rea ture was unmistakably a white woman. Her features were distinctly diff erent from those of her subjects. "Do not carry your inso l ence further," she cried, angrily. "But I assure the Princess Z e nclra that I intended no insolence whatever," Jack replied, trying to make his tone as sweet as honey. For, coming to himself, he had formed a s udden, daring resolve. The dream of wealth to be obtained here on the island had swiftly revived. Yet with it came another determination, vastly more important. He would win this young princess herself, even though he had to take hi s place as prince-consort and r emain here all the re s t of his days. Beyond a doubt some of this purpose was conveyed by the ardent look that he flashed upon this beautiful crea ture. "You are tiring me," cried Zendra, impati ently and warningly. "Name the tribute, and have done. After that Hakka shall deal with you. Hakka, come here!" 'l'he curtain moved asd.e. Into the apartment stepped a brown-skinned m a n like Kalo in color, and robed i:r, the same fashion, except that garb and ornaments betokened a still higher rank. "Hakka, the high priest flashed through Jack's mind. "Probably the prime mini ste r of thi.; queer little govern ment, too." Hakka, as he neared the princess, threw himself to his knees, then struck his forehead three times against the ground. After which he rose standing respectfully by. But his burning black eyes remained turned on the features of Jack Hartley. "Hakka," ;;aid the princess, "deal with these barbari ans. I cannot endure them." "Barbarians? Endure?" Jack felt hot :flashes mount-. ing to his face. "I beg that the Princes s Zenclra will not go away," he pleaded. "I have much to say to her." The princess, in the act of turning, wheeled again to regard the young speaker "What can you lrnve to say to me, since Hakka can ar range for the tribute?" she asked, contem13tuous ly. "You speak of tribute again," Jack answered. "We came to seek non e." "What, then?" "I am sorry if the Princess Zendra believes us to be rob bers," Jack went on in his sweetest voice and fixing his bright eyes on the royal girl's face. "What, then, if you are not thieves?" questioned the girl, wonderingly. "Princess, we beg only that we may remain here with you and your people, to serve your interests and guard you against danger." "Danger?" repeated Zendra, in a mazement. "Danger -from my people?" "From anyone," replied Jack, promptly and boldly, as he held his iifle forward. "You will remember that we make lightning, and that we would be valuable guards between you and any danger that threatens you." "And you do not seek gold ?" she demanded, unbelievingly. "Absolutely none, princess." A puzzled but softe r look came into the royal girl's face. A moment of si l ence, then she turned and seate d herself. "What say you of this, Hakka?" she questioned, turning tQ the high priest. "I am amazed," answered Hakka. "I almost doubt." "Then forget your doubt Jack urged, warmly. "We seek nothing but to serve the Princess Zendra." "Now, what on earth is the game he's hitting at?" won dered Bob Brewster, who had remained silent throughout. A different light came into Hakka's eyes as his gaze met the puzzled look of his royal mistress. Then, swiftly, the priest turned to the boys. "If you really would serve the princess," he requested, "tell us how it is that you make the lightning strike?" "Why, that's easy enough," began our hero, promptly. He reached into a pocket for a cartridge. Then sober second thought came to him just in the nick of time. "It's easy enough," Jack a dded, glibly, "when you've been born to the art. But you have to qe born to it." The crafty look in the high priest's eyes was followed by one of disappointment. "Will you let me examine your lightning-maker?" was Hakka's next question. Like a flash Jack wheeled back toward Bob. In that swift instant our hero extracted the one cartridge that was in the magazine of his rifle. As he wheeled about again Hartley handed the rifle to the high priest. But Bob Brewster, warned by his mate's action, stood alertly on g uard.
OUT FOR GOLD. ============================== "It is an odd-looking instrument," said the high priest, "To serve," replied the girl, slowly, "you must obey. slowly. "I would like to see it used." Will you do that?" "That shall be done at any time when we are outside "Why not?" of here," Hartley promised, rashly. "Show me a bird at "That is not the way to reply. Will you obey me?" any time and I will show you how swiftly and certainly "Try us," begged Jack. the lightning strikes." "Then give up your lightning-makers." "Oh, the blooring idiot!" groaned Bob, inwardly. "@heese !" grunted Bob, sharply. "He'll be sure to miss, and then it will be hey-day with "Anything but that, princess," Jack pleaded. "You us all right! The chump!" do not understand, or you would not ask that." For Jack had spoken in English, and now Hakka looked "I understand too well!" Zendra returned, stiffiy. "You at him in bewilderment., will not serve roe." "Won't you trust us-trust to our friendliness-to our Not so the princess. regarded the boy with a start of surprise devotion to you ?" Hartley pleaded. "No! Go!" "Then you speak tha.t strange tongue, too?" she cried. 'rhere was sudden anger in her eyes as she pointed to"Many languages," Jack lied, recklessly. Now Hakka, :finding them speaking in a tongue that he ward the gate could not follow, broke in sharply in bis own nati.ve dia"But--" he started to protest. lect. "Go!" Now her voice was almost harsh with anger. Princess Zendra :flushed, then bowed her head meekly you are unjust-" h "You are insolent, wretch! Go!" as t ough taking a merited scolding. Flushing, Jack bowed, turned and started toward the But the sight of her humiliation sent the hot blood u coursing through Jack's v(,lins. gate. Something in his bearing, however, caused Bob to mut Does your adviser dare to threaten to scold you, prin-ter uneasily to himself: cess ?" the boy asked. "If he does, tell him that I can "Hartley's mad clean through! He'll raise Hob when make the lightning strike him at any instant." he gets out." "Oh, no, no, no!" she cried, quickly. "You do not Through the gate side by side marched the boys. understand. His person is as sacred as my own. He is Then, like a fl.ash, something happened. the high priest of my people!" Natives concealed on either side of that gate leaped at Hakka, though he could not understand a word of this them. passage in English, must have guessed its purport, for Twist wrench! The young Americans were minus Bob Brewster, watching him, saw a look that made him their lightning-makers. mutter warningly: Moreover, they were struggling in the grasp of husky "Get your gun back, Jack! Don't trust him! He's N. G." men. Bob was fairly rushed off his feet past the gate. "Bind the impudent barbarians!" cried Princess ZenThat last sentence caused the princess to turn wdnderdra, gliding to the gateway, her bloodhound at her side. ing eyca at Bob, who, in slang, had gone beyond her depth "Send them both to be slaves in my mines." in English. Jack fought desperately, but a trip from behind sent "We'll bottle his nibs later," advised Bob. "Play a low him sprawling, and the first assailant piled upon him. hand just now." That dream of wealth vanished. Again Princess Zandra failed to comprehend slang. Gone, too, was the hope of a lucky love I "M.ay we speak with you alone, princess?" J aclt asked, still in English. "Why not with my minister here?" "I have that to say which even he mu s t not hear. It CHAPTER IV. ooncerns your own welfare. You need have no fear of being alone with us. We shall worship you as your own HAKKA PLAYS HIS GAME. people do." And Jack looked at her so honestly that Princess Zen-Ping! pang! click-clack! Chug! chug! dra, without :flushing, turned and spoke to Hakka in his Jack Hartley and his chum had found out where the own dialect. natives of this island got their gold. Scowling a bit, the high prie s t knelt and struck his The American boys were helping to get that gold, but head three times against the floor. Then, rising, he went not under conditions that promised any increase in their out through the gate by whic h the boys entered own fortunes. "Now," began Jack, "I hope the Princess Zendra unFor three weeks now they had toiled in one of the mines derstands that the most we wish is to serve her faithfully. up on one of the hillsides overlooking the valley. Do we ask too much?" They were at work now, as they had been every day
10 OU1' FOR GOLD. dpring the past three weeks, hard at work with a dozen native slaves. The gang toiled under the watchful eyes of four spear men-big, muscular fellows who delighted in cruelty to the slaves at the slightest provocation. Crude, old-fashiorn:!d tools these Wahititans worked with. l In the time that passed these American youngsters had gained a very idea of the native dialect rrhey had learned that the natives called their rock bound island Wahitite They had learned that the claim that the princess lived forever was not strict ly true. Instead, Princess Zendra had descended from a long line of heavenly ancestor s All of the princesses of Wa hitite had been white-skinned, so the native legends ran : The white skin \YaS proof that "the princess came direct from heaven to rule But a white skin was also subject to other beliefs. The devils of these Wahititans were also white -skinned. "And, talking of devils," sighed Bob Brewster, drearily, "these people believe we're it!" Certainly the two American boys had been treated with a peculiar showing of hate from the first. No sooner had they been held and bound than the peo pl'e flocked from everywhere to have a look at the "light ning makers," who were always classed as "devils." Hakka, who had planned the treachery against them, h ad been the first to kick them after their dreaded tools of lightning had been taken from them. As they were dragged through the town by all but naked native soldiers, men, women and children called out curses after them, and threw decayed fruit and stones at them 'Then up to this bare spot on the hill side they bad been dra gged. Here a tunnel had been slowly dug in under the ground. It was now so far in that the slaves, toiling for ore, were forced to work by the light of torches. Long i:inplernents they had, much like mauls, but with sharp pieces of stone made fast at the lower ends. -vVith these stone heads the slaves picked and worked away, loosening ore. When enough had been loosened they l aid aside their picks and packed the ore to mouth of the tunne l i n woven baskets. From there other s laves packed the ore down into the valley to a point where the Wahitite smelting works were located. How the smelting of the ore was done the boys did not yet know. Probably the method was as crude and simple as the manner in which tl1e ore was gotten out of the earth. Pink! pank They toiled on at the head of the gang of s laves, slowly digging into the earth and increasing the l ength of the tunnel. As they worked, however, the slaves were allowed to talk. It was for this reason that the boys had had a chance to learn the Wahititan dialect. They u sed this tongue now-..for practice, except when they talked of their own affairs. Bob now spoke in English: old fellow, this life is beginning to wear me out "Me, too," nodded Hartley, as he toiled on, not daring to rest for a moment under the watchful gaze of the spearmen "Is this thing going to la st fur life?" "So I judge. Only the worst criminals on the island are made slaves One fellow told me yesterday that a s lave is never released from the mines, until--" "Until--" persisted Brewster "Not until death releases him!" "Say," gasped Brewster, a line of pallor showing under the dirt that streaked his face. In his consternation he stopped work Jab! The sharp prick of a spear -point made him wince and hurry to resume hi s work "Do you think that's straight?" Bob demanded. "I think it is," Jack sighed. "Hang that miserable wench of a so-called princess, then!" uttered Brewster, with all.his heart. "Don't say that!" begged Jack, gently. "Why not?" "She did right, according to her own way 0 seeing things." "She did, eh? Sending us up here to work our lives out at the rate 0 twe lve hours a day? Worked with a slave gang, housed with a s lav e ga. ng, never allowed to go a hundred feet past the mouth of this tunnel? So sore ere1y night that we can hardly bear to lie down for the pain it gives us? Did right, did she!" cried Brewster, warmly "Well, we made her think we bossed a scheme by which .we could wipe the island off the map if we to." "You made her believe that?" Brewster rejoined. sighed Hartley. "I did I was an idiot It was a ;heer case of gett i:ig fresh and being paid hard for it. And I dragged you into my scrape Bob, poor old fellow." "I didn't mean to say that," cried Bob, penitently "No, no-it wasn't all your fault Not by a jugful! I helped We're both paying up for the bluff we tried to run." ,11 "! we're here for life," groaned Jack, desperately, "then I hope the life will be a short one." "It can't be too short," Bob promptly agreed "You're wanted, you two white devile," an noun ced a spearman coming up through the tunnel. "Us?" asked Jack. "Yes. Drop your tools and come." \Vontlering, almost daring to hope for something cheer -
OUT FOR GOLD. 11 ing, the boys dropped their picks and followed the spear man At the mouth of the t unnel, Jack Hartley, blinking in the sunlight, experienced a thrill of surprise There stood Hakka, as cold and stately as ever, a little apart from the twenty spearmen and the litter-bearers who had accompanied him. But most surprising of all was the fact that the high priest carried, gingerly, one of the rifles taken from the boys three weeks before. "Follow me," called Hakka, striding forward and pass ing on up the hill road. Jack and Bob followed in wonder. Hakka did not trouble to look behind him. He feared no violence. 1 these boys attempted to jump upon him they would fall into the hands of the spearmen, who would cut them to pieces. Out of ear shot of his followers H;kka halted, wheeling about. "Well," he observed, looking at the boys keenly, malici ously, "the mine does not seem to agree with you." "Did you think it would?" Jack demanded, with a tinge of sarcasm "Would you like to leave the mine?" queried the high priest. "Of course," Jack returned promptly. "Would you earn your liberty?" "How?" "Show me how this wicked toy is used to make light ning," hinted Hakka, holding up the rifle. "Would you fool with that which must bring destruc tion upon you?" Jack asked, keenly. Hakka looked at him sharply. "Teach me, and I can use it as well as anyone," re turned the high priest. "Am I not sacred? Cannot I use anything that mere men may use?" "You wish to use it in the service of Princess Zendra?" queried Hartley "Even so. "Then have us released, restore the lightning makers to us, and we will use them in the prineess's service better than anyone else can ever learn to do," our hero prom ised, eagerly But Hakka laughed scornfully "I am not a fool," he replied "Tell him," warned Bob, in a low voice in English, "and his nibs would practice on us first of all." "Like his nibs, I'm not a fool," Jack sent back. "Will you show me?" asked Hakka "It would never do, Hakka. You were not born to use the lightning-maker, and you would s urely destroy your self at the first attempt." "You lie!" said the high priest, bluntly Then, drawing from a pouch under his robe one of the rifle cartridges, he held it up before the boy. "Do you open the lightning-maker here at the back, and slip this little round object in?" he questioned, lock ing searchingly at Jack's face But our hero was on his guard. He betrayed nothing by his looks. "Whatever way you attempt it, Hakka, you will des tr o y yourself. I cannot show you, for you were not born to the art. But you will destroy yourself, I tell you. And there is one way you can use the lightning maker that will de stroy the very island and cause it to sink in the sea." "Another lie!" thundered Hakka, angrily. "For the last time, will you show me how this curious tool is used?" "Then, for the last time, Hakka, I answer you that I dare not." "Dare not?" insisted the high priest "Dare not," Hartley replied, firmly "For we do not want to sink to death along with the island." "You speak nothing but lies!" roared the high priest. "But I shall find a way to bring the truth from you. To the spearmen waiting below he signalled, and they came up on the run. "To the town with these liars!" called the high priest. "They shall learn to speak the truth after they have passed through the torment 9f the molten gold P' "Torment!" Both boys thrilled at the grim word. But Hakka had strode angrily away, bearing the rifle with him. Hemmed in by the spearmen, the wretched white slaves were ordered to march. There could be no choice but to obey. Hakka and a few of his spearmen went on ahead at a swifter pace, while Jack and Bob were allowed to go at a lesser pace. No mercy was this, however, as they found out when they descended the road into the valley. Again the Wahititan people turned out by hundreds, warned by runners of what was coming in the way of a public spectacle. These people-men, women and children-strode along close to the spearmen, shouting revilings and hurling peb bles and ol)l fruit at the boys. in for something tough!" groaned Bob. "Whatever the torment of the molt.en gold means," Jack replied, heartsick at the realization of his helpless ness. Bob turned to his chum in sudden horror "Jack, old fellow, do you think they mean to dip l:s in the stuff, or pour it on our flesh?" "That's what it sounds like!" Jack uttered, grimly. "Oh, it'll be something good and ripe, all right, w;'..h Hakka at tbe bottom of it!" faltered Brewster. Just before the temple was reached the crowd fell back, a::. if afraid to follow further. But under the great arched gateway of the temple the boys were by their spearmen-captors. Across an inner court they were marched and up to the c1oorless opening of a room under the wall.
OUT FOR GOLD. ''In there with you!" ordered the leader of the spear mcn. Rather than be jabbed by the sharp points of the wea pons the wretched white slaves obeyed at once. They found themselves in a high-ceilinged, cell-like room some twelve feet square. Out in the courtyard beyond the spearmen threw them selves upon the ground. It was quite needless to say that1the boys could not hope to rush out past these armed guards. Jack shot a desperate look at the window. The sight of it almost broke his heart. It was but a narrow slit in the solid stone wall, an open ing some six inches wide and three feet high. "Nothing but a fairy could slip through that," he ut t e red, dispiritedly to Brewster . "And, even if we got through," moaned Bob, "what would be the good? We can't get off the island." \Nhatever torment might be ahead of them, Hakka ap peared to be in no hurry about it. ".i\Iaybe the game won't be played to-day," Bob suggested, hopefully. "I'm afraid -it will," Jack sighed. '.'The n what on earth are tl;i.ey waiting for?" "They must be melting the gold." CHAPTER V. ERMA, 'TWIXT LOVE AND LOYALTY. "Bob's girl!" Jack thought grimly. 1 "A lot of use she's been able to be to him, poor little thing!" But Bob, in this moment, was thinking only of the pleasui:e of looking into a pair of eyes of which he had grown mighty fond. Erma was one of the maids who attended Princess Zendra. By a strange contrast, the girl's father was one of the life prisoners out at the mine. He had slain a man in tempet", and not even daugh ter's faithful service to the fair ruler of Wahitite had sufficed to earn the old man a pardon for his crime. But Erma was allowed to visit her father, and this sha had done often, her time for the visit being during the noon-day meal of the slave mines on the ground just out side the tunnel. So it had happened that Erma and Brewster had met. They had exchanged glances, and, by degrees, the glances had become longer and fuller of meaning. No word of love had passed between the young pair, so strangely and hopelessly parted. Erma, i::nable to her father's pardon, would be still less able to secure the pardon of such a cordially hated slave as Bob. So their acquaintance had hardly extended beyond looks, save that Erma had often slipped to Bob some dainty bit of food or lu scious article of fruit. But Bob had been happy in the thought of Erma-as happy, that is, as one can be who is doomed to life servi Erma' s red from weeping, told the story now bet ter than words could have done. Two suspense-laden hours went by. "No one can see me from here," she whispered. "I Out in the courtyard the spearmen, still seated, were could not keep from coming. I knew you would like to playing some sort of a game with dice made from the have one more look at me-the last!" bones of birds. "The last look?" echoed Bob. "What do you mean?" The boys had not attempted to escape. "Do you not know what the torment of gold is?" What would be the use? "Nol What, Erma?" Even if they succeeded in getting beyond the temple "Oh, I shudder to tell you. I cannot !" gate, they would surely be caught and brought back. "But we must know," insisted Bob. Jack had stretched himself out on the floor, trying his ".r o, no; I cannot tell you!" best to sleep as a means of forgetting the miseries in store "Then you refuse me?" for him. Bob's look was so hurt that the tears came a.fresh to the Just within the last moment Hartley had succeeded by falling off into a light doze. Bob, on the other hand, unable even to bear the thought of lying down, leaned miserably against the wall. "Hist!" Bob started in an instant. girl's eyes. "Oh, try to cause Hakka to relent, if you can," she sobbed. "The torment of gold-that means when one's eyes ar':) sealed up forever by the flow of the hot metal into them!" To be blinded Then, choking back a cry of. joy, he stole on tiptoe That thought struck instant, dumb, unutterable horror across the cell to the little slit-like window. to the hearts and brains of both boys. "Erma!" he breathed. That same signal aroused Jack out of his lig\lt sleep. "Oh, I should not have told you," faltered the girl, painfully brokenly. As our hero opened his eyes and sat up, he caught sight of a worried brown little face that was very pretty. "I'm glad you did," answered Bob, faintly. "Now, at least we know what's ahead of us." "Take your last look at my face, if it has pleased you,"
OUT FOR GOLD. urged the girl. "After another hour you will not be able to see my face again." "Oh, you dear girl I" cried Bob, breaking down. "Then you have loved me-as I have loved you?" Erma held her head up proudly. "Yes. Why should I be ashamed to declare it? Yes. I have loved you, though they have tried to tell me that you are a white devil." Bob could not kiss that pretty brown face so close to his. The slit-like window was not wide enough. But he did manage to reach out with his hand and to give Erma's hand a mighty squeeze. "Erma," broke in Jack, suddenly, "have you seen our lightning-makers lately?" ''I saw them both just before I started to come here," the girl answered, looking at him affrightedly. "Where?" "In the room of the princess, at the park. Hekka had taken one, but he brought it back just before I left." "And they're both there now?" breathed Jack, eagerly. "Both.'1 "And any of those little round things a.bout the length of my finger ?" This was the nearest description our hero could give of cartridges that the girl would understand. "Yes," she replied, slowly. "Two boxes of them." "Erma.," throbbed Jack, "do you love my friend enough to cast your lot with him? Will you share his dangers along with his love?" "If I could," falterE(fl the girl. "Erma, you can. And you can save us both from the torment of the molten gold! Bring us the lightning makers You can slip them under your robe, and none will be the wiser And be sure to bring the two boxes of the little round things!" "But that would be betraying my princess," faltered the girl. "Never! Not for a moment!" thrilled Jack Hartley. "We will never do harm to the princess." "If I could believe you!"
14 OUT FOR GOLD. "It's all over," groaned Brewster. ".All but the blinding," sighed Jack. "T.h.at infernal Hakka!" "We ll take it gamely, anyway, Bob--we've got to!" "Oh, if I only had something to fit these to!" gasped Brewster. Plunging a hand into a pocket he drew forth three short cartridges. "Revolver cartridges? Thirty-eights?" throbbed Jack Hartley. "Bob-oh, glory!" It was Jack's own turn to go to hi s pocket. Now, before his chum's excited eyes, he flourish(ld a short, bulldog revolver. "Where on earth did you get that?" trembled Bob. "I've had it ever since w e came ashore." "You didn't tell me." "It didn't seem worth while, since we had 'lo ammunition-or, at least, I thought we hadn't. But now!" With trembling fingers Jack had load ed the weapon with the three cartridges. .All of a sudden the glow died out of Bob's eyes. "They won't d.o u s any good," he muttered. "We can't scare a small nation with three cart ridges. We can down the first three men-if we don't miss any. Then the mob'll jump us and find out there isn't any more light. ning left. What's the use?" "Oh, I don't expect to escape, or to assert our mastery over the island 's inhabitants," repli e d Jack, very slowly and very solemnly. "What on earth are you going to do with the gun, then?" "Bob, sooner than be tormented and blinded, I'm going -well, I'm going to blow the top of my own head off. And I ll shoot you first, if you want, old fellow!" Jack's voice trembl e d over this last part of the proposi tion. "Shoot me?" quivered Bob, his eyes brightening. "I guess you can-every time-sooner than let me get under that gold torment!" "You want me to do it, then-at the la st moment?" quavered Hartley. "I beg you to do it, old fellow .And now I'm not afraid of their old torment! But be s ure you make a good job of it!" "Yes," Jack promised, weakly. "But that third bullet?" "That," Hartley rejoined, "is for whatever native is nearest to us at the moment. In the excitement that will follow the shooting of a nativ e there'll be time enough for me to do the real double job." Jack's voice was steadier now. He was ready for the final act in their lives. Both he and Bob regarded their own shooting as the easiest way out of their troubles "Come," called one of the spearmen, looking in through the doorway. \ Jack, with the revolver safely tucked away of sight, marched out first. Right behind him came Bob Brewster. Both boys were holding their heads high. They faced their fate with confidence and courage. Smiles passed between the spearmen, who thought they knew what was ahead of the youngsters. Betwe e n the two files of s pearmen they filed out through ihe main gateway of the temple and turned down the broad st r eet to the right. Bang! That unexpected sound caused both boys to jump nearly a foot high. Crack! "Now, what on earth is that?" pulsed Bob. But the light of understanding was gleaming in Jack's eyes. "Hakka--" he began excitedly. "Oh, lardy! Then that scoundrel has lea rned how to use the guns?" "That's it! He's been pJetty well on to the idea for some days." "Then we're fakirs now with our lightning," grunted Bob, grimly. "Jack, you'll have to s hoot fast when the time comes. The crowd won't stand any bluffs after Hakka has told 'em a thing or two. While these words were being exchanged their guards had marched the boys down to the wide pla za, or public squa re. Undoubtedly two thou san d people had turned out. It was a silent throng that awaited the destined victims. On one s ide of the plaza were ranged the men, in their breech-clouts, head-bands and golden ornaments. Across the square were the wome1i' in their short white skirts, and the naked children. Over the whole throng was an air of oppressive silence. Fully a hundred spearmen were drawn up in the plaza. But it was a sma ll table-like affair in the center of the plaza that held the hortified gaze of the doomed boys. On this glowed a charcoal fire-over it an i ron pot from which dense steam came up This was the molten gold. Close to the table stood a man with a crude bellows, patiently fanning the flame Not many inches away from the fire rested an iron ladle with which the cruel work was to be done. "E;eep your nerve, and shoot stra.ight !" throbbed Bob, a s he and his chum were halted a dozen feet away from the pot of molten metal. "My nerve's all right!" came the crisp answer The crowd, after its fir st stare at the boys, grew l ist less. Plainly all was not yet r eady for the torment. "Waiting for the executioner, eh?" asked Bob, in an undertone. "Must be," Jack answered, one hand ready to snatch his revolver at the right instant. "Wonder if Hakka does the job himself?" "I hope so," gritted Jack, vengefully. "That will give me a chance to use the first bullet on him Whew Wouldn't that be great?"
OUT FOR GOLD. From up the street came a blast from the conch shell And Jack darting in, got it and raised it. Almost at the muzzles 0 the rifles that the boys leveled A moment later the first of a squad of spearmen came were the spearmen into sight. One 0 these follows raised his spear, intent on running "Gracious!" quivered Jack, l ooking with all his eyes. Jack through For, behind the first files 0 s,rearmen appeared Haldrn Crack! It was the last of that spea rman. Bob shot and Ka la, followed by subordinate priests from the temple. another at arm's length. But the amazing sight was Hakka, with a' rifle held There was no missing at such range. j auntily over his shou l der, and Kalo with the other. "Kill them! Kill them! They have profaned Hakka On the high priest's crafty ace there was a look 0 and Kalo They must die!" exultation as he strode into the plaza Plainly the fight 0 the mob was up, regardless 0 conThe spearmen filed aside, permitting Hakka and Kala sequences to approach within twenty-:fi ve yards 0 the doomed boys. "Shall we fall back, firing?" quavered Bob. "Whee! Don't the scoundrel feel great now?" choked "Not on your life! Stand your ground! The second Bob. you retreat you'll be run over! Stand, and kill every "My children," cried Hakka, raising his voice, "have no thing in front 0 you!" more ear 0 any w11ite devils. I have learned how they Cr-r r-rack Both rifles rang out until the magazines make the lightning. I can make it myself. I will show were exhausted you. For, in stead 0 the torment 0 gold, I sha ll destroy Half a score 0 Wahitite men lay on the ground d ead both 0 these young white devils with their own li ghtor wounded. ning l" It was savage work, but it was being done in selKalo had ranged himsei close to Hakka, holding the defense. other rifle. And .now the crowd foll back just a bit, awed, but not Now, with all eyes upon him, Hakka raised the rifle, with all the fight gone aiming straight at Jack's breast. The leaders among those spearme n wanted to take Crack! J aqk Hartley had gotten the drop. He had c0unSBl with each other and plan a new sty l e 0 attack. 1fir ed first Swift as thought the boys jammed in fresh cart ridges From the amazed Hakka came a yell 0 pain from the boxes that Hakka 'and Kala had dropped in their The rifle fell from his hands, while he shook aloft his wild flight from the scene of carnage 1 right hand, from wl1ich the thumb had been shot clean off. "They've got us, easy as winking, if their nerv e holds For just a moment the populace stood awed with horror. out,'' whispered Brewster. Then a loud, desperate cry went swiftly up: 1 "Their nen:e will hold out," Jack predicted "We've "Kill the white devils who have profaned the sacred hit their religion at last, and any people on earth will ,body of our high priest! Else our island will be destroy fight like fury for their religion. They'll get us, but we'll ed Kill! Tear the white youths to pieces!" have the fun of going down gamely How many cart Hardly a twinkling l Then the frantic crowd, the spear ridges do you think you have left?" men leading them, rushed in to 0destroy the Americans. "Must be fifty, without looking to count." CHAPTER VII. AT THE MERCY OF FANATICS "Get those guns, Bob !" But Jack had spoken too late to be heard His chum was aheady darting forward lik e mad. Jack followed, covering Brewster's advance with the revolver ready. Crack! A spearman who made a lunge at Bob went down,' breathing his la st That gave Bob breathing time. He snatched up the rifle dropped by the high priest Crack! Jack's la st shot sped at Kalo, who had raised the other .rifle to shoot our hero. T.he right arm of the deputy high priest hung helpless, the r ifle slipping to the ground. "About the same here. Bob, sta nd with your back to mine, so we can look both ways. "What do you think their scheme will be?" "I know what mine would be, if I was ori the other side," Jack replied. "I'd put men up on those bui ldings uYer there to hurl spears. Those fellows can throw them far enough "That's what they'll do,'' chattered Bob. "Can't w e get out of this ?" "Into that mob beyond?" Jack demanded, scornfull y Blocking both of the approaches to the plaza stood the unarmed part 0 the mob. These, with the men in front, but with the women press ing closely behind, called clamorously to the spea rmen to wind up the "white devils." "If we try to go through them," Jack argued, "we'll get at too close quarters. They'll turn on u s and drag us down. "Then we'll stay here and hope for lu ck?" asked Bob. "That, and kill anything that gets too near for our
16 OU'l' FOR GOLD. comfort. There! What did I t\)11 you? There goes Zendra halted, hardly arm's length away from our hero. about half of the spearmen, and the crowd is letting them "You have been bold," she saia:, coldly. through. They ll go around to the other side of the build"So should all men be when they are threatened with ings. We'll soon be dodging scores of spears from the torment or qeath," Jack answered coldly. roof-tops." "You have slain my people,'' she went on, reproach" Good-by, then," said Bob, coolly, "if we don't have fully. another chance to talk in this world!" "We're even, then," Jack retorted. "They were doing Jack's hand sought that of his chum. their best to kill us." They gave each other a silent pressure as they stood "But you have defied me, their ruler!" there back to back. "How? In wishing to live?" Crack! Jack was busy. He had fired at the first spearZendra bit her lip, flushing a trifle, then scowling. man to show himself on a roof opposite. But Jack, though the desire to take her in his arms was It was a good aim. The fellow dropped. stronger than any other feeling, determined that the only "That may keep 'em lying low for a while," chuckled safe way would be to make himself master of the situaHartley, grimly. "Not for long, though." tion and to remain so. But now a new clamor arose out among the unarmed "Princess Zendra," he went on, :firmly, "you have now members of the mob. to choose between two courses. One is that you decide to The blasts of cqnchshell horns were heard, and then be my enemy. Then we shall destTOy your people. Wa-the crowd parted-sullenly but respectfully. hitite shall be no more. Into the plaza, on her royal litter, rode the Princess "The other course is to make yourself our friend. If Zenclra, half-sitting, half-kneeling. you do that you must be our loyal friend at all times-in Behind her litter came a few score of spearmen everything. Then will we be your staunch friends and "Cease, my !" shouted the princess in the native servants at every moment of the day. Then we will serve dialect. you in everything and defend you against all dangers. We Then to the boys, in English, she added the command: must be either friends or enemies. Which shall it be?" "Throw down your strange weapons, you barbarians!" "You may come to my park with me," Zendra replied, "Nit!" growled Bob. slowly, after thinking. ''You shall go there in safety. That was the way Jack himself felt about it, but our You have my promise of that! Then we shall consult : cro, merely lowering the muzzle of bis rifle, called out: I with Hakka and with Kalo and decide what shall be "The Princess Zendra can approach in safety. We wish clone." . to talk with her before we destroy all her people. We "That won't do!" Hartley clicked, promptly. "We shall not harm her, nor shall we harm her people, if they know already just what kind of a friend Hakka is likely them selves come to their senses.'? to be. We don't trust him. We will have nothing to do More than a score of the spearmen on the roof-tops had with him." :raised themselves, standing in plain view "But I must consult with Hakka," persisted Zendra, But they no longer held their spears, for which reason firmly. "He is the high priest and my adviser. I can the boys made no move to fire upon them. take no important step without him." "Throw down your weapons, you barbarians!" com"Then the office of high priest and adviser is abolished mantled Zendra. from this instant dared Jack. Jack eyed her, speaking with a big tinge of irony: Zendra stared at him in amazement. "When we have learned to have a better idea of your "What mean you?" she almost faltered. people, princess, we $hall be glad to obey. But not now, "We have our lightning-making tools once more, prinwhen you have so many ugly spearmen about." cess. If you hold Hakka between you and me I will com"Let me down," Zendra commanded her litter-bearers. mand this strange weapon, and Hakka, wherever he be, They sank to their knees. F rom the courtiers standing shall drop dead on the instant. And thereafter whoever the princess Erma came gliding forward to help takes up the office of the high priest shall drop dead at her royal mist ress to the ground. t.he instant that he becomes high priest!" "Come, my good Erma," smiled Zendra, "we will show Princess Zendra heard, gasping incredulously. my people that we do not fear the white devils." "You have not s uch power!" she called, doubtingly. "But let no one else dare come near or attempt to raise "Put me to the test, then," begged Jack. "S,ay the a weapon," Jack called out, warningly. word, and I promise you that, no matter how fast your Straight onward came Zendra, looking fearlessly a t the messenger runs, he shall find Hakka dead when he reaches two young Americans. him. Also Kalo Now, do you dare me?" Erma, on the other hand, flushing and paling in turn, As Jack sprung this prodigious bit of bluff he rested seemed reluctant to advance. one finger lightly on the of his rifle. "Surely, Erma, after what you have told me, you need "I am awaiting your coi;nmand," he said, quietly. not fear," chaffed the smiling princess. Princess Zendra was :fighting a battle within herself.
OUT FOR GOLD. Jack HarLley eyed her searchingly. Bob, with his back/ Then to Jack she added: to that of his chum, could merely guess what was happen"You need have no fear now. You are safe anywhere, ing. even without your terrible weapons." "It is almost the last chance, princess," Jack insisted, "But we don t part with the guns just the same," utpresently. "Is it so hard to choose between having us for tered Bob under his breath. friends or for enemies? Or have you some secret grudge "Now," continued the princess, "I shall send for litter against Hakka and Kalo, and do you wish them destroyed bearers and you sha ll ride behind my litter to my park. at once? If sci, your people must be destroyed with them." There we will provide a house for you." Princess Zendra caught her breath in a choking gasp. "Thank you, but I don't care for a litter," Bob replied, "Come Choose The time has come," our hero inafter a short, sidelong glance at Erma. eisted, warningly. "It ia needless, princess, since we have so short a disAgain the princess caught her breath. tance to go," Jack added. "Be my friends," she pleaded, faintly. To our hero's astoundment Zendra replied: "To be that, princess, we must also be your advisers in "Then I shall dismiss my own litter. Until my people many things. To Hakka and Kalo confide the religion understand better, it is saer that I walk with you." of your people, if you wish, but in the affairs of governNow, all in a twinkling, things had changed. ment we must be the advisers if we are to be your friends. Spearmen formed for the royal escort. Do you still wish us as friends?" Jack walked at Zendra's side, Bob just behind them "Yes, since I must." with Erma. "Then, princess, be good enough to raise your voice, Yet both boys kept their rifles in readiness as a guard and tell your people waiting yonder that we are your against treachery. friends and advisers, and that we must be respected, even But the people, by their profoundly respectful greetobeyed, as such ." ings to their young sovereign as she passed slowl.Y down The royal girl's eyes :fl.ashed. the street, proved also that their anger against the AmeriShe seemed on the point 0 mutiny, because 0 Hart-cans had been s ubdued. ley 's firm tone. So the foremost of the spearmen lined up on either side "Tell your people," he commanded: '"M:y patience is of the main gate to the royal park as Zendra her suite going fast. And you will never regret having us for your passed through into the park. friends and loyal servants." Calling one of her servitors, she bade him conduct the Once more Zendra fought the struggle within herself. boys to a low' white building that stood not far from the Then her voice rose, faltering a trifle at first, yet gai ncenter of the park. ing in strength and sweetness as she went on: It was a one-story, one-roomed affair, the room being "My people, these are no white devils, but powerful same twenty by thirty feet inside. friends." Here there were table s and seats and couches made of "No, no!" came a sullen, beast-like growl from the wo1rn grasses. mob. lt 11aa a cool, sweet, wholesome-looking residence. "I say that they are our cried Zendra, halfj,s the iwo boys passed inside their guide stepped back. angrily. "Who dares dispute me?" "S11y," uttered Jack, after closing the door, "this place No words came from the mob now, only sullen mutteri s all right." ings. "But look at the narrow slits for windows." "They are my. friends, as well as the friends 0 my peo"All the better," Hartley replied. "We could defend ple," the princess resumed. "They promise to defend us this place lik e a fort, if we had to. It gives me more against all harm, and you have seen that they are powerrespect for Princess Zendra' s honesty of intention. I ful to do it. These strangers come not as robbers, but as 1 believe she thought of our defense when she gave us this friends. I command you to respect as my friends dwelling." and advisers. Whoever strikes at either of these st rangers "Why, after shutting that wooden door, and bolting it, kills his sovereign. I have spoken !" we could safely go to s leep at the same time," Bob went There was a short, stupefied pal1se. on as he explored. "Any one trying to force a way in here Then slowly, sullenly; a few scores of the people sank would wake us up with the noise he made." down to their knees. "I've already told you," emphasized Jack, "that I think As Zendra stood looking out firmly, proudly over the the princess means to use us squarely. She meant to in assembled multitude, others and yet others sank to their the first place, too, I believe, but Hakka overran her in knees. tentions. Now she has seen what happened to that scoun Before a minute had passed even the spearmen were on drel, and she's come over to our side once more." their knees, the heads of their weapons turned to the There was a tap, and servants entered with water, a ground. species of vegetable soup, and long white robes. "It is well!" cried Zendra. "You are still my people!" "Whee! Don't those things look good?" gasped Hart-
18 FOR GOLD: l ey, rapturously. "Bob, it's a month since we've liad a bath or a change of clothing." They made up for it then and there. Then, an hour later, clean and well ga rbed in the clean, sweet gowns of the W ahitite gentlemen, the boys sallied forth. Yet they car ri ed their rifle s and had a supply of cartridges in pouches under their clothing. Some of the members of the Princess Zendra' s house hold were walking in the park or resting on the cool grass. The princess was not in sight but Erma, from a dis tant corner of the park, came hastening toward Bob They greeted each other, and then Brewster proposed that they s troll to gether. "Don't ge t too far away from me, Bob," warned Hartley, in a low tone. "Remember that we're hanging on h ere by our teeth." So Bob was cautious, even though he did get just far enough away for Erma and himself to carry on their own conversation without others to hear "Am I to lose a faithfu l maid, that your friend may have a S\Veet wi:fe ?" sounded a laughing voice b ehind our hero. Turning with ''a start, Jack beheld the princess, "Bob is lucky;'' he murmur ed. "I wish that I might succeed as well in my own love affairs." "Ah! Then you hav e been lookin g at another of my m aids?" demanded Z en dra, lau ghing ly. "At on e of your maid.s ?" Jack r epeated "No!" Then, thou gh not meaning to, our hero looked at the princess so pointedly that she colored, then grew white as marble "After all," she said, coldly, "your love affairs are not my concern." It was all the stab Jack Hartley needed to bring him to his sen ses. "You h ave not heard how I happened in the squa re i n time to save you," she went on, coolly, a moment la ter. "No, princes s Unless you came to see the torment, or the execution "It was becaus e Erma, fearing she had played me false, confessed what she had tried to do. Then I went to the ,, square out 0 curiosity," Zendra announced, in a matter of -iact way. Her every tone and look made the boy realize that she >vas princess, and that h e, at best, was but l ittle better than common clay. Then, as he looked at Bob and Erma, talking and laugh ing happily, the boy sighed again He turned to speak to Princess Zendra She had gone. CHAPTER VIII. BOSS OF THE SITUATION. Yet, in a ll except his love affairs, Jack Hartley, as the weeks sped by, had hi s own way. Hakka, whose wounded hand had healed, remained as high priest, but ceased to be the genera l adviser. I Hakka took the change badly, as did Kalo, who also was now over his wound. But Jack's position had grown more solid every day Always re s pectful to the Princess Zendra, arid making no further open attempt to win lrnr affet:tion, he had suc ceeded in greatly plea s ing her with his advice in other re spects In the first place he had taken an active interes t in the crude native methods of extracting the gold from tlie ore. As the people used much gold in their own adornment and in the deco.rating of their temples, the reduction in the amount of l abor earned for the boys many friends among ihe gold-workers. Then, too, our hero had succeeded in persuading Prin cE:ss Zendra to make the penalt ies of the law l ess severe among the minor ofl'enders. Erma's father had been pardoned The people of Wahitite soon l earne d that many of their new advantages came through the new adviser of the princess. Jack and Bob went up swiftly in popular liking. The people even became more devoted to their fair young sovereign, if that were possible. Only the followers of Hakka, who now numbered but a fow scores of men, now hated the young Americans Hakka's h ate amounted to but little.' He was still supreme in the crude religion of these peo ple, though in the other afl'airs of the i s land he had little to say Best of all, it no longer was necessary for the boys to carry their rifles about with them Even Hakka was now convinced that only one who had been born to the art could handle the lightning-makers with safety So, with the rifles and ammunition safe ly loc ked away, Jack and Bob went where they pleased, unharmed and not afraid Yet J ack, who had found some more revolver cartridges among his r;i:ffects first brought from the hark, always car ried a l oaded revolver simply as a wise precaution. "You' re boss of the situation now, if you're ever going to be," Bob said to our hero, as they sat on the grass in the park one clay. o ,w, why don't you go in and make ihe three-,base run for the princess her self." "The fence is up," smi led Jack. sad ly. "Then pull it down." "How easy that sounds." "You can do it." "Haven't I tried?" "Have you?" d eman ded Bob, looking curiou s ly a t his ch um. "How harc1 ?" "Oh, as hard as ever I knew how," Hartley sighed, wretchedly. "But, though I'm accepted freely as a good adviser, Fm common clay, and Zendra is a princess de scended from heaven."
OUT FOR GOLD 19 "Rot I She's too bright a girl to believe anything like that. "At least she has to keep her people believing i t. That's where she gets her power over them "Then you' ll have to be a young white deity, too," Bob p e r sisted "Do you think I'm goin g t o fool Z end r a with that?" s m iled J bitterly "Say, if you could on l y fool the people themselves, you might not have as hard a task with the princess." "Bob, the plain truth is, she doesn't care a whiff about me I'm a convenience, that's all." "How do you know?" The right fellow or Zendra hasn't arrived yet." "An d you never will arrive," blurted Bob, "unless you wake u p and force her to see that the right fe llow has ar rived and can't be stayed off." J ack smiled again. "There she is now," whispered Bob, looking i n the direction of the princess's own residence. "She's walk in g alone, too, for a wonder. Now, sail in and win Y o u 've got to if you care or the girl. Remember, she's o n ly a human being. Now hustle in and win!" J ack turned, casting a longing look in the direction of the fair young ruler of Wahitite. "Go in and win!" egged Bob, "Ha n g it, I 'll sai l in even if it's to my death," vented Jack. He rose, straightening ou t. "Watch your eyes," whispered Bob, regarding his chum a n xiously "Soften up a bit Those eyes are too full of purpose just no:v. You'll warn the girl and give her a chance to fight back. There, that's better-that look Now! Skip!" Z endra stood l ooking down at some flowers in an oval bed as J ack gained her side under the shade of a great t ree "You are looking at me ver y closely," said the royal girl a s Jack gained her side Yes, princess "Why?" I was wondering "Are you going to tell me what about?" "There is a question I would like to ask you about your self, princess, if you won't be offended," J.ack began, lamely. How can I tell until you ask?" she smiled back a t h im T hus encouraged, our hero asked : "Pri ncess, all your people are brown, whi l e your own ski n is white May I ask how that happens?" You should ask the priests," she smiled, meani n g ly. "The y would tell me that you came direct from the h eavens." "And w o u ld you d are dispute it?" she demanded, smi l ing, but with a warning look But Jack h ad now gone so fa r that he was prepa r ed t o plunge bold l y i n "Princess, a white daughter must be born of while parents Your mother must have been white "All of our sovereigns have been white skinned,". the girl answered, coolly "Then your father, too, must have been white skinned .And you speak English a language unknown even to JI akka So your father must have been eithe r an Ameri can or an Eng l ishman." "I have never heard of such people," Zandra replied. "Do they live on islands of their own like this?" "The Americans and the English are great n ations, numbering millions of people. I am one of the Ameri cans Your island would )Je lost in one small corn er o f my great country Do you rem-ember your father?" "I never saw him," Z endra replied, with a s li gh t shud der "But your mother, the n must have l earne d my guage from your father "So she told me," Z endra assented. "Zendra," cried the boy, forgetting himself and the girl's title, "your sovereigns of this have n e v e r mated with the natives, but always with a white m an. Thus you have kept the strain of white blGod purq Whe r e these white men came froni I do not know. T.hey must hnve been shipwrecked here, like myself "Why do you speak of youroolf ?" she asked, coolly. "Zendra, I can't keep back the worus an instant l o nger even though the look in your eyes lcills me. You must mate with a white man one of these days I am w hi te Rkinned-and I love you, Zcndra Can you n ot love me e]Jough to take me as your husband?" The whole matter was out now. Jack could" n o t take back what he had said, nor would he ever agai n cea s e in his efforts to win this gii'l-never, at l east, unless she chose and wedded some one else in hi.s p lace. But the princess hacl drawn back, her face ver y pale. She eyed him angrily, witheringly. "You are more insolent than I had s u ppose d s h e observed, freezingly "Is it impudent, then, for an honest youn g ma n to t ell a girl that he loves her -that he hungers for h e r a s hi s wife?" demanded Hartley He spoke in a low tone, but at white hea t. "It is insolence for you to dare to think weddin g me," she retorted, stabbing l y "Then I am impudent," cried Jack,, boldly, "and I shall always be so u ntil you no longer t hink of it in t hat light." "Stop at once!" she commanded, h a u g htily. "I cannot." "You niust." "Zendra, having spoken, I shall never be still again on this subject. I shall speak of it at every chance "You dare defy me?" "I dare love you," he cried, hotly. "Then obey me." "Love does not obey," retorted the boy. "It mas t e r s."
20 OU'l' FOR GOLD. I Zendra bit her lip, remaining si lent. A few quick splashes in water, and he sli.c'ped into his But they were looking searchingly into each other's robe. eyes now. The Princess Zendra stood some twenty feet from the Poor Jack! In her hostile eyes he read no hope that door when he opened it. the answer could ever be different. The first look was enough to tell him that she was in "YOU cannot do without me," he went on, briskly. real trouble. "Then you threaten to withdraw your help from me?" "What is wrong?" he asked, softly, going up to her "I? Threaten you, Zendra What nonsense !" side \ "Yet you speak as i I might have to get on without "Our enemies have come back," she answered tremuyou." lously. "You can't, and I never will. You will need me more "Enemies? Come back?" he repeated, opening his eyes and more, and the day will come soon, i not now, when wide. you will :find that you need me as your husband." "True, you have not heard before 0 our enemies. Yet, "It is impossible," replied the girl, firmly. "In this, have you never wondered how we learned to dread the i in nothing else, you must obey me." lightning-makers?" "Haven't I told you that love can't obey? That love "Oh! Then you hre sometimes annoyed by armed must always master? Zendra, my love must master you thieves, after the gold that this island produces?" as it has mastered me!" "Once a year they come," replied Zendra. "Speak 0 this no more : or I s hall leave you. I shall I "White men?" avoid you." 1 "They are not like my people, and yet they are not as "Having spokeJ!, I won't speak again just now of my white-skinned as yourself," Zendra answered. "They are, love," Jackagreed, though without weakening. perhaps, about as brown as Erma." Zendra quickly hanged the subject. "What do they call themselves?" Jack did not attempt to get l:Jack to it at this time. But "Their leader names himself Alvarez." he had broken the ice or good. Zendra should be his, if "Spaniards, eh?" clicked Jack. "And where do they it took him years to win her. come from?" "Well?" asked Bob later. "I've made the start," Jack smiled, sadly. "How far did you get?" "As far as the refusal, and a little pa st it." "Any sign of winning?" "Every sig n but one point s the other way." "From somewhere out 'in the world beyond. They come, perhaps tw enty in number. Each a light ning-maker like yours. But on their vessei they have other larger and different lightning-maker s With the larger ones they can even hurl a bolt from their ship into thi s town. They did it once years ago, when my people tried to fight them back." "And what is that one sign?" "My resolution never to accept anything but ning." "Cannon. And robber s," thought Jack. "Pirates, a winthen. Whew What a rich harvest they must have been "Did the princess forbid you to speak to her 0 love ngain ?" "She did just that. But I warned her that I should r eap ing from these people." "We call such people pirates out in the world beyond,'' Jack hurried on. "You have always paid their demands?" "We hav e paid them much tribute in gold once a year. speak of it often until she changed her mind." ".And she didn't try to push you off the earth?" "Not quite as bad as that." And sometimes they have carried some 0 our maidens away with them, too. But now they send word that we !" uttered Bob. "Then things are go'ing well enough for a starter. But don't let the iron get cold!" "Trust me. I won't!" Bob was the first to awake, with a start, the next morning. Some one was liammering at the door 0 their house. Yet it was not a heavy blow that was being struck. "Who's there?" hailed Brewster while Jack awoke and sat up on his couch. "The Princess Zendra. Make haste. I need you." "Your chance, olcl fellow," throbbed Bob, wheeling around. "Hustle. The princes s needs you. Don't keep her waiting. Let her see how useful and prompt you can be when she's troubled." But ,Tack cl id not need the advice. must give them ten times as much gold as we did last year." "The cheeky thieves!" uttered Jack, indignantly. "But where are they now?" "At the western beach, where you came ashore. They are bringing ashore two of the bigger lightning-makers," confessed Zendra, tremblingly. "We mu s t give them all the gold they demand, and at once, or they threaten to destroy us all." "By bombardment," explained Jack to Bob, who bad come up and was listening. "Then, princess, these pirates have not yet left the beach?" "An hour ago, when my messengers saw them last, they had not left the beach." "Princess, will your peo_ple follow me in battle against these pirates?" Jack demanded, looking bard at her
OUT FOR GOLD. "But the lightning!" she faltered. "That will destroy them." "It will not be as bad if I am leading them," Jack re plied, coolly. "True, some of your people may perish in the battle, but not all. And we shall wipe out these pirates forever. They will never leave the island alive, and so they will never annoy you again." "Can this be done?" asked the princess, eagerly. "If your spearmen will be brave, and follow where they are led. If they dare to fight on to the death this island will never be troubled again." "But the lightning?" "That will not be as dangerous, since we know how to fight the lightning. Zendra, it all depends upon the bravery and obedience of your spearmen. If they will obey me to the death--" "They will when they have my command," she pledged, eagerly. "How many spearmen have you?" "In all, eight hundred." "And about two hundred of these can be summoned within the next ten minutes?" "Even so." "Then, Zendra, listen, for now I must take command and give even you my instructiGns. Get all your spear men together as quickly as possible. The first two hun dred I will lead up into the hills after you have exhorted them to stand by me in battle Bob, you will wait here and hurry up with the rest of the spearmen as soon as they are mustered. Zendra, give your orders as quickly as you can." The princess clapped her hands. Attendants who had waited beyond the nearby bushes hastened up. To them Zendra gave her orders. Almost at once messengers were scurrying in every direction. Not more than ten minutes later fully two hundred of the men of this little island's army were gathered before the gate of the park. To them Zendra made her appeal, urging them to follow their American lead e rs even into the jaws of certain death. "Do that," Jack shouted aloud, "and, even though some of your number perish, the strangers shall be slain and your island, your sovereign and your families shall be safe after this. Will you follow me-to the death-for your prillcess ? "For the Princess Zendra-yes !" came back the strong shout. '"rhen forward-now I" Jack, with his rifle and revolver, placed himself at their head, sending out a half-dozen of the :fleetest, however, to hasten on ahead and to make sure that the approach of the pass through the crest of the hill was still open. Just one farewell wave of his hand Jack Hartley sent back to the troubled royal girl. Then, all soldier, he thought no more of the girl, but of her business that he had gone forth on. By hurrying his ID;en most of the time at a trot Jack, within forty-five minutes, was at the crest. His own men could still command the pass, for down on the distant beach the presumed Spaniards were just starting inland. Twenty-three men Jack counted. From the shoulder o f each one :flashed the sun's rays on steel rifle barrels. But what took his eye first was the fact that they dragged after them two small cannon, mounted on wheels. "They'll be here in a little more than half an hour," throbbed the boy. "Oh, if I can only depend on these spearmen, we'll wipe that scoundrelly crew off of the earth!" Out beyond the approaching force his gaze had already taken in a trim-looking little schooner that lay at anchor fully three miles out. "Can you see any one on the decks of cr4t ?" he demanded of one of his keen-eyed . : P "No one," replied the man_, after a long look. ,. "It'll be the grandest kind of luck if welve caught the whole outfit ashore!" throbbed the boy, other wild plans :flashing into his head. But now he must busy himself with meeting the oncoming Spaniards, if such they were. "Men," he shouted, "you have heard what your princess commanded. I 'am going to hide you up on these rocks that look down over the pass. Once hidden, not a man of you must rise until the order is given. When you get that order then leap down into the pass and use your spears on those of the enemy nearest to you. Make sure that everyone of them is killed. Now I will lead you to your places among the rocks. Make sure that you do not show yourselves until the command comes." In ten minutes the spearmen, all of them plainly nervous, had been well hidden. Just around the turn of the pass Jack had stationed the last thirty of his men to dispatch any of the enemy who might fight their way through the pass. His preparations made, Jack gazed back into the valley. Down in the main town he saw the rest of the spearmen gathering, preparatory to being marched up here by Bob. Into Jack's face as he watched the small column below -watched them from a spot of concealment that he had found-there came a grim, almost terrible look. "It was a man with Spanish blood in his veins who robbed and murdered my father," he gritted. "That man, Gonzales, whom I followed for six weeks, only to lose all trail of him! That scoundrel with whom I shall always have the debt of blood until I have paid it! If these are really Spaniards that are coming now it will make the battle a sweeter one to me!"
OUT FOR GOLD. CHAPTER IX. THE REAL "DEVILS" COME. From where he lay, concealed among the rocks at the very beginning of the pass, Jack Hartley watched the slow approach of the pirates. He knew, from his own messengers, that Bob had just started with the hundreds more of reinfor c ing spear:men. "H the native s ever h e ar tho s e cannon go off at clos e quarters, it will be all up for u s," the boy. So the time passed in anxiou s doubt until the invaders, moving slowly but steadil y had gotten the head of their little column within three hundred yards of the beginning of the ambushed pass. "Para!" bellowed their leader, holding up hi s hand s 'Para?' That's Spanish for 'halt,' muttered Jack. "So they're going to send men ahead to explore the pass? That'll make my plan a harder one." Then suddenly Jack Hartley received sucli a shock that he to his feet. For five men had come forward to reconnoiter the our l}ero knew their leader. "Gonzales!" he throbbed turning almost sick with hate and purpose. "My fath e r 's slayer! So we shall meetnow !" In a flash Jack's rifle came forward until it rested ready for instl:!nt use. He had forgotten e v erything in that mad instant ex cept the chance to wipe out his debt to the scoundrel who was fast approaching hii. "They're pirates, sure enough, when that fellow Gon zales is among them," uttered the boy, savagely. "How can it chance that he has turned up here, of all strange corners of the earth? And yet it is not strange-for Gon zales is always to be found where gold may be had through crime." "Cautiously, in the pass, my good fellows," Jack heard Gonzales say to the m e n with him. Gonzales him s elf carried in his right hand a revolver ready for instant use. Nearer to the edge of the rock Hartley crept, his eyes shining strangely, his rifle clutched more firmly than ever. It was an impulse to take vengeance into his own hands, an impulse of which he would b e a s hamed later on But now as he watched and as Gonzales came closer and closer, Jack waited like the cat ready to spring. At last! Gonzales was within fifteen feet of him, and not more than a dozen feet below the ledge on which our hero crouched. Suddenly, like a flash, Hartley sprang up to his knees, the rifle raised. Crack But J at!)k's well aimed bullet went wild. For just at that moment his feet slipped from under him. Betrayed by crumbling rock at the e'dge of the ledge, Jack fairly slipped and could not recover himself. Down the rocky slope he slid, dropping his rifle in his frantic efforts to save himself. The Spaniards at that useless shot had started back, on the defensive. But now the voice of Gonzales rang out mockingly: "Well, my good fellows, why do you fl.inch at the sight of one enemy who ha s lost his gun." Pounce on him, and we shall get u s eful information from him." Ere Jack, half-dazed, could leap up and recover h;.s rifle, two of the enemy were upon him. Above, on the ledge, all was still among the spearmen. Jac k wonder e d for an in s tant if they had lost their n e rve and decamped. "Yank him to hi s feet," commanded Gonzales, peering forward. Then the two as Jack was hauled up got a fair look at each other. Now Gonzales s tarted back in earnest, his face growing livid. "Hartley!" h e ,choked. "As you see/' quavered Jack'. "Ba c k with him, m y good fellows, or we shall find that pass our grave!" uttered the wretch, himself turning to run. "Wheneve r a Gonzales and a Hartley meet there mus t be danger." Back to the m a in column ran Gonzales, in advance of the four who dragged Jack along with them. H ea,.ring the s ingle rifl e s hot, those behind with the main column had already dragged the cannon forward into plaqe. "The day's los t to us!" gritted Jack, despairingly. "And I'm certainly los t to at the same time!" "What a stroke!" yelled Gonzales, sneeringly, as Jack's e:aptors dra gge d him up before the cannon. "To save m y own life, and to have my enemy's life delivered into m y hand s." "Then you know him, Gonzales?" demanded the leader of the pirates. "Know him?" repeated Gonzales with a harsh laugh. "As I knew his father before him-to slay him!" CHAPTER X. JACK PAYS HIS RED SCORE. As the ruffian uttered his veiled threat he drew from inside his shirt a bri g ht-bladed poignard. "You are the serpent that I must behead before I am stung," his sed the fellow. As he leaped forward at the boy the two men who were still holding him let go. Flop Springing a s ide, Jack also darted back, all but turnin g a some rsault in his effort to avoid that steel point.
OUT FOR GOLD. 23 "Catch him! Dont let him g e t away!" screamed Gon zale s Crack! Jack's revolver came into sight. Gonzales dropped right there in his tracks, wounded through the right chest. The n a few shots rang out as Jack, zig-zagging, made his >vay s wiftly back to the pass. "Corne on, my spearmen !" be shouted. "Now rush in and s ave your piincess Charge!" Bravely the almost naked brown men re s ponded. Down the s lope s they s lid into the pa s s Recovering from their first stup,or, the pirates fired desp erately. Y e t in firing rapidly they fired reckl e s s ly. Fifty s p earme n Jac k at their h e ad, s warm e d out of that pass, charging straight upon the pirates' guns Boom l went one of the cannon. But the natives had swiftly d e ployed into a thin skir-mis h line a s they ran. Not one of them was injured b y the c annon's disch arge Here and th ere one of the m dropp e d b efo r e a r ifle s hot. "Charge! Wipe the s coundrel s out!" Jac k s h o uted. Bullets zipped by hi s own ear s bu't he escap e d unscathed Now the s pearmen, nearly all of whom had gott e n into action, were engaged hand-to-hand with th e pira tes. A great war-yell, and Bob 's r e inforcem ents b egan to swarm through the pass and out upon the plain b e yond. It was s oon over. Several of the pirate s lo sing heart, started to rus h ba c k to the b e a c h. But these Wahititans b etter runners tha n their e n e mies, quickly overhaul e d and dispatched the fugitives. Here and there a cry for mercy was heard. Jack, already sick of the carnage, tried to hold his now mad spearmen in. He tried to compel the m to take prisoners. "No one will e\' e r know now. These men kn e w of the i sland and its gold They banded together and came here o nce a y ear for gold. During the year they spent their s t e aling s on riotou s living. Then they came back to plun der these poor natives further. That much we mm guess. I doubt if we shall ever know more "Thes e men don't all seem like Spaniards," hinted Bre wst e r. "No; I've noticed that. They're like all pirates-tho scum swee pings of many different nations. But, Bob, do y ou see that schooner?" -"Ca n I tak e my eye s off of it?" demand e d Brewster. G athe r tw enty m e n or so, take both rifles and some from these pirate s and go alongside. I b e lieve the schoou ne r i s d eser t e d But, in an y c ase, s eize her Bob with a whoop, darte d off to corral enou g h o,f Ls m e n "Bette r take a hundre d men with you, come to think or it," y e ll e d Jac k after him "We can spare them 1as 1Yc!l not. A s w ell a s not, certa.inly, since now there w e r e n o e n e mies on s hore left to fight. The W ahititans were plundering the 1cldthing of t f' rr pua es But Jac k saw sternly to it that all of the firearms of the pir a t es wer e gathered and stacked together "Yo u m e n know bette.r than to trifle with the lightnin g m a k e r s," h e hinted, grimly, to the spearmen. 'rhat was suffic i ent to keep them from s howing any curi ove r the fir e arms. Si t tin g do\\"n in the s h a de, Hartley watched the prog of B o b s colum n t o w a rds the b e ach. The n h e saw Bob enter one of the boats with a few of his m e n. "Blazes!" u t t e r e d Jack, di sg u s tedly "I ought to have g one alon g I for g ot that these p e ople of Wahitite don't know how to row a boat Bob will have to do the whole But the natives were past s uch control. They bu t chered, job of rowing." wherever they found a foe, fighting or not. In ten minutes the la s t of the pirates had be e n slain. Jack and Bob, wandering over the scene on which they did not command ior the time being, came upon the body of Gonzales, thrust through more than a score of times by spear-thru s ts. "I'm glad I didn't kill him now," s huddered Jack. "It was left for others to do that for me But I'm glad he's dead, anyway." "Who was he?" Bob demanded. "My father's partner in a smelting laboratory down in Arizona. My father would ha1 e bee n ri c h but for the stealings of this scoundr e l. And when my fathe r tried to force an accounting Gonzales murdered him. For weeks I tried hard to track Gonzales clown, but he got away from .me. To-day I had the vengeance madnes s come over me again for a while. But the shot from my weapon that struck him was fired in self-defen s e I'm glad of that." "How came he with this crew r" Y e t, a s h e watched, our hero saw that Brewster had thou ght of a better s cheme. The :flas h of the sun on six oars showed that Bob was g ivin g a l ess on in rowing. "The y re apt pupil s, too these bi g brown men," Jack crie d admirin g l y "Jupiter, the y ll b e oar s men soon." Now one of the long-boats started for the schoone r. It was a long row, with these green oarsmen It was two hours before our hero behe l d the littl e craft alongside the schooner '.f'he n s lowly something white fluttered up to the schoon e r 's for e top "0. K.," clicked Jack. "Bob will stay there until h() get s further orders So I may as well lead these people 1 b ac k to town The rifle s and the captu r ed ammunition were carried, and the cannon dragged. The spearmen performed this part of the work reluctantly Evidently they still dreaded to handle the lightning.
OUT FOR GOLD. And well enough they might, or some twenty 0 their number had gone down in death before the bullets 0 the pirates. Some forty more were wounded. At the rear 0 Jack's column the dead and wounded were brought along. But all 0 W ahitite that had not been on the expedition was gathered on the plain below. This our hero saw the instant that he crossed the hill ridge and gazed down into the valley. Two litter-bearers were already hastening up the inner slope. The bearers and an escort were under one of Zendra's chiefs, a white-haired old man named Wanda. Down on his knees, and then knocking his :forehead thrice against the ground, went the old chief as he neared marching Jack Hartley. "The princess sends her tenderest greeting to her best warrior,'' cried Wanda. "I wish she really meant that," throbbed the boy, his pulses quickening or a moment. "But, pshaw! she showed me yesterday where I stand." "But the other great warrior?" demanded Wanda, rais ing his eyes. "Can he have been slain by the white dev ils?" "He has gone down and seized their ship, Wanda. We have slain the last of the enemy." "So the messengers of the princess saw," replied Wanda. "Shall I wait here for your brother? For one litter is for you and the other for your brother." "He may not be on shore to-day," Jack replied. "It can do no good to wait. Later I will send out a messenger to him." "Be pleased, then, to enter your litter, oh favorite 0 the princess." "If this fellow knew more about the truth," thought Jack, bitterly, as he placed himself on the litter, "he'd make me a happier fellow. Oh, Zendra, Zendra! May you never know what it is to want a mate and not to win that mate!" The column-the "army" as Hartley called it grimly to himself-was now in motion aga'in. The people on the plain below were coming forward to meet the victors. Men blew loudly on conch-shell horns. The women waved garlands of flowers, while the children sang, ran and capered. At the head 0 the multitude was Zendra's litter, and on it the beautiful young sovereign herself. Behind came the litters of Hakka, of Kalo and 0 a few of the sovereign's elder advisers. "Hail to him who saved Wahitite!" roared the men. "Hail to him who saved the princess and her people!" called the women in shrill gladness. One hundred maidens, richly garlanded in :flowers, came gliding past the princess's litter as it neared the head 0 the column. "Halt!" called back Hartley. His long line 0 victors stood still in their: tracks. Zendra's litter stopped within twenty : feet 0 our hero. Hakka, Kalo and the others descended. Then Hakka assisted Zendra down to the ground. Singing, the garlanded dancing maidens surrounded the little group, the people of Wahitite crowding as closely a8 they could. The spearmen, having dropped out of the ranks, were now mingling with the crowd. "Princess, your enemies of old will never bother you again," Jack announced, lifting his cap and bowing low. Zendra took his hand. "You have been a brave warrior," she said; sweetly. "Your deed shall never be forgotten. You may salute me." Still retaining his hand within her own soft one, Ze:r:idra turned her cheek to him. The meaning of the gesture was unmistakable. "To kiss 11er !" throbbed Jack. But still the princess presented only her cheek. He could not reach her lips without forcing her to turn her. head. "Your lips?" he whispered, daringly. "My cheek!" So Jack kissed her softly on the right cheek. Nor did the onlookers seem surprised by what they be held. It was merely a mark 0 favor that the sovereign some, times granted to those who had won her especial favor. The dancing maidens had paused, for a few moments, both in their singing and in their movements. But now they resumed both, circling close. "Look well upon these maidens," urged Zendra, in a low, cool voice. "Any one that pleases your eye you may take to wife." But Jack Hartley did not turn his head. "There is but one woman on earth that I want for a wife," he whispered. "And she is not in Wahitite ?" asked Zendra, half rnockingly. "She is still holding my hand." Like a flash, Zendra dropped the hand, recoiling with a slight :flush. "Warrior, you may disperse your men, after having or dered some to take in to town the spoils of war," she commanded. She was the princess once more. Jack, however much of a favorite bis deeds had made him, was still her in ferior. As Jack turned away with a sharp pain in his heart, he caught the wicked gaze of Hakka. That worthy was staring meaningly at the boy. Now quickly Hakka spoke to his litter-bearers. They knelt. "Help me, good Kalo," cried Hakka,
OUT FOR GOLD. 25 A s Kala gave h i s arm the hi g h prie s t of the s e people ste pp e d upon his li t ter. S t ill s tandin g hi s litter was raised to the s houlders of the b e ar e r s L "He ar m e !" roar e d Hakka. In an in stant e very eye was turned m his direction. Princess Z e ndra paled slightly. She looked at him, her lip s firml y pr e ssed together. "My c hildr e n," went on Hakka, in a deep voice that carried through th e gre at crowd, "to-day we have witnessed man y t hing s and have gained new knowledge. But mos t important of all, we have learned that our own brave s pearmen can face the lightning-mak e r s of the white devils. "True, we have lo s t a few warrior s but we have also destroyed the men b e hind the lightning-makers. "My children, we no longer fea r the strangers who carry the strange tools for making lightning. Never again will we obey s uch men, but des troy them. From your gods I bring this command : 'Kill all strangers who dare to do the work of the god s in m a king lightning. Kill them and thu s win the favor of the gods!" "Hakka!" cried Prince s s Zendra, her lips white and trembling. "Princes s," replied the priest of the s e idolaters, solemn ly, "at this moment even Zendra must li s ten and speak not. The gods of our ance s tor s s peak through me, 'Kiil all stranger s who make lightning.' "Hakka," cried the princes s her voice shaking, "stop!" "Not until I h ave s e e n the will of our gods obeyed," replied the old 'man, s t e rnly. to the n e ar e s t s p e armen he shouted : "Seize thi s impudent s tranger who ha s kissed the cheek of your prin c ess." Instantl y th e r e was a ru s h forward. Jack was apart from his rifl e His hand slipped in under his robe "to r e ach for his pistol. "But whom s h a ll I kill?" he falt e red. "Not Hakka, for I have !earned that he i s not a bad man, but only one who ha s been brought up to hate s trangers." Seiz e d b y a pair of hand s at hi s left side, Jack was about to draw hi s weapon in one last des perate effort to defend him s elf. "Stop Back, all of you cried Zendra's angry voice. The s pearm e n fe ll back a s tep or two. Zendra's face was white, h e r lips trembling. "Princess," roared Hakka, not interfere with the will of. our gods Let the s tranger be des troyed." "Stop! Back all of you, until your princess has been beard," in s i s t e d Zendra, "Whatever the gods command, I have a right to be heard as well as Hakka. Listen to me, my people." Once more Zendra had caught one of Jack's hands within her own. Now she threw her head back proudly, her eyes flashing as she declared: "EYc n the gods cannot unsay our ancient law that upon '"horn your 1ve ds, hi s body and lif e s hall b e sacred. My p eople I take this y oung s tranger a s my husband-as the fit mate of y our princess. Respect him, obey him. On your knee s before Zendra' s mate!" The effe ct was ele ctri c al. Zendra had, indeed, pro claimed the law of Wahitite. A s fa s t a s the news traveled thro ugh the crowd the peopl e fell on their ; knee s tho s e who had the room even hitting th e ir forehead s thre e times. Kala eve n, was in the front ranks of the kneeling. Only the high pr ies t remain ed, s tanding on his litter. "Hakka," cried Z e ndra, s t e rnly, "do you dare insult my fre e a nd preciou s choice?" The old man murmured some thin g but Kala ros e and went toward him, helping him to the ground. Stepping forward, a s though in a daze, Hakka slowly sank to hi s knees, striking hi s forehead thric e to the soil. "My eyes open!" whisp e red Zendra, joyously, in Hartley's ear. "You spoke truly. Love masi.e r s Oh, my love-my precious love!" Then, to the still kneelip.g high priest, the girl cried : "Make ba s te to yourA e et, oh, good Hakka 'To your litter, thou s ervant of the gods. And I bid your men bear you straightway to the temple, that I may take this choice of my heart as my husband!" CHAPTER XI. A TOUGH END TO A HONEYMQON. "I haven t waked l\lp yet," s igh e d Jack, joyously. It was the twenty-ninth day after hi s s udden wedding to Zendra in the temple. Ever s ince then they had dwelt at the park. The honeymoon had been one of the rares t happines3 .And on th e day aft e r the royal wedding Bob and E r m a had been w edded. Jack Hartley did not become, by virtue of his m:::r riage, the ruler of Wahitite. Zendra was s till the sove reign, but Jack was accor.Jc-: the highest honor by all, even by Hakka. "I don't want to wake up," Brewster retorted, in an swer to Jack's speech "Nor I. I am a s happy as I can ever be." "What about the United States?" asked Bob, suddenly. "I don't even care much about going there-not for a long time, anyway." "Just to think, old chap," Bob rambled on, "that we can have all the gold we want now, and that we can't spend a nickel's worth." "I have followed my father's advice partly, anyway, Bob," smiled our hero. "What was his advice?" "Well, dad was a lonely old man. I don't remember my mother at all. The first thail I remember of life was
26 OU'l' FOR GOLD. that dad and I were wandering about from point to point through west-mostly in Arizona and New Mexico. "Dad was an expert assayer. The gold and silver min ers had much for him to do. As dad and I were chums, I grew up in the laboratory with him. "His great dream was to be wealthy-to own a great heap of real gold of his own. For he used to say to me: 'Jack, get out for the gold. Get all you can together. Gold is the only kind of power that never fails you, never tricks you. So get out for the gold. And I've trained you, Jack, so that you'll know the difference." "Well, you've sure got the gold," mused Bob, "even if you can't spend it." "But I didn't get power through gold," laughed Jack. "My gold came through my power as Zendra's husband." "Seems to me she has been moping a bit the last few days," uttered Bob, stubbornly. Jack winced. "You're right there, old fellow. She has been sad about something. And I can't find out what it is, either. Every time I.ask her she turns away her head and looks as if she were going to cry. I haven't been unkind to her, old chap." "Of course you haven't," Bob agreed, quickly. "You wouldn't know how." "Here comes Zendra now," Jack murmured, tenderly. "Scoot, old chap!" Obediently Bob rose and strolled away. As Zendra reached his side Jack bent over and kiss ed her. "I have been waiting and hoping you would come," he said. "And I have feared to come," she answered, with a half-sobbing catch in her throat. "What's that, Zendra ?" the young man asked, quickly. He forced her to look up into his eyes. Her own were suddenly wet with brimming tears. "What on earth is the matter?" Jack gasped "Zendra, come aside with me." Taking her arm through his, he led the way to the little house i.n which he and Bob had once lived. It had been unoccupied ever since the boys married. But now Jack pushed the door open and stood aside for Zendra to enter. He followed her, pushing the door shut. "Now, dear one," he began softly. 1 But Zendra threw herself on her knees, her falling hair touching the floor. "Not that," cried Jack, hastily. He raised her, clasping her. But she would not raise her face for the kiss. "Wait until you have heard," she moaned. "Then you will hate me. And, while you hate, I shall beg you to de stroy me." "What on earth are you talking about, child?" "Jack," she sobbed, "do you remember telling me once that love didn't obey, but mastered?" "Do I?" murmured Hartley, dreamily. "Don:'t I? And love did master, didn t it, dear one?" "Too well," she shuddered. "Riddles again,'' cried Hartley, impatiently, though he ached to get at the cause of his young bride's grief. For Zendru was shaking as if swayed by the storm. "Listen to me. Drink in every word-and under stand," Zendra went on, still without raising her face. "Had love obeyed, I would have wedded when first you asked it. But I dared not. I was strong, then, and made my love obey my reason." "Then you loved me before that day you wedded me?" Jack throbbed. "A long time before. But reason was strong, and I would not wed you. Then came the awful temptation, when I saw you about to be destroyed. Love mastered then, and my reason fell." "Zendra, dear one," cried Hartley in sudden alarm, "you don't mean to tell me that you have learned to re gret our wedding?" "Only for your dear sake," she choked. "Zendra, stop talking in riddles. Tell me quickly what you mean!" "Let me out of your arms, then," she pleaded. Like one in a dream Hartley let her1 go. Zendra took two or three steps backward, and now she raised her eyes, looking straigllt into his. "Jack," she murmured, heart-brokenly, "you did not know, and could not lmow, the law of our people. It would been shameful death for whoever had told you. But there is a cruel law that relates to whoever among the white men shall wed the princess of Wahitite." Jack stared "The law orders,'' she went on, chokingly, and her tears coming fast, "that on the thirtieth day 4lfter the wedding the white husband of the princess shall be" put to death before the temple." Again Zendra sank to her her falling hair touch ing the floor. For a few moments Jack looked at her speechlessly. Then in two swift steps he was at her side, raising his bride firmly in his arms and holding her tight to him. "You will be lonely, child, when I am gone," he said, gently, sadly. Zendra raised her eyes to look at him searchingly. "And is that all you feel, Jack? You do not hate me?" "How can I? You have given me thirty days of happiness." He bent and kissed her, not once, but many times. "Do not think that I could blame you, child. You did all that was in your power. I cannot forget that at least you saved my life for a month, and that in the meantime you have made me happier than I ever dared to dream. And so, if this be the law of your people, and you are powerless to avert it--" "I am-quite," she sobbed. "It is the law given us by
OUT FOR GOLD. our gods, whom you do not worship. Though the prin cess, I cannot save you from Hakka." "Hakka?" demanded the boy. "Hakka again!" "Do not blame him. He is a good man, but bound by the will 0 the gods, as all on Wahitite are." "Then let us be happy up to the last moment, dear one," Jack begged, her once more. "Zendra, let me carry with me to the last moment the remembrance only 0 your smiles. I must not see a tear-not one:--dur ing the last ew hours." He tried to lead her to the door, but she .hung back. "Jack," she went on, in a dreary voice, "I want you to understand that I have done all in my power to keep this doom from you." "Don't I know that, dear girl, without asking you?" he glowed back at her. "In that first desperate moment, when lov e rul e d and I chose you or my mate," she continued, "l did not stop to think beyond the moment. But eve r s ince, kn01ring our law, and how unchangeable it i s I still tried-oh, how I tried !-to persuade Hakka and Kalo that the gods would not be angry i you lived. But Hakka, though h e dislike s you no longer, insists that the law 0 the gods cannot be changed. Kalo, who would serve me i he could, is 0 the same opinion. And so, Jack, dearest, I cannot save you I" "Brush those tears back," he cried, warningly. "Re member, smiles-not tears I" "I must you or a few moments," she pleaded. As Zendra went heavily away, her head bowed, Jack watched her in an agony of pain. He closed his eyes as he stood ther e thinking. Not a sing l e hope of espape did he see True, he and Bob could still get at :firearms and ammu nition. But, thanks to Hakka, these people 0 Wahitite no longer eared guns or pistols as things belonging to the infernal regions. The spearmen would now, bravely enough, face a few firearms and rush in to will at the expense 0 losing a ew of their number. "Jack!" called Bob, in a tone of tremendous excite ment :from another part of the park. Then, seeing our hero, he rushed breathlessly up, his ace as pallid as it could be. "What on earth does this all mean, J aek, old fellow?" Brewster demanded, gaspingly. "Hakka has all the spear men 0 the nation posted around the park, and no one can go in or out. And Erma has fainted. What on earth does it mean, I say?" CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION, Four young racked by agony, had gathered in the former lodgings 0 the boys. "There is not a bit of hope now," Zendra announced, despairingly. "The spearmen being posted, Hi:ikka may, at any moment, send in men to confine you between three walls and to keep strict guard over you until the hour for the sacrifice comes." Brewster knew quite well that he would fall with Jack, that the two deaths would be within an hour of each other Yet in this crisis Bob was not thinking of himself more than of his chum. They had reached the island together; they would leave it together-"by the sky route," Bob grimly observed. "Zendra, is there any way of getting from here?" Jack quivered. "If there were--" "Is there?" persisted Hartley. "Zendra, your husband is asking you that question. If you know, answer me." "There i s a passage, built ago, that leads from my own lodging s--" "Where?" flas hed Jack. "I do not know. I have never been through it. It may bl! closed now for all I know." "\Ye'll be up and doing," cried Jack, leaping up, his eyes blazing. "You will try to leave me?" she cried, her lips tremb ling. "Not by a jugful!" Hartley blurted, honestly. "If you can't get &way I won't go, either." "You would take me/" murmured Erma in Bob 's ear. "Take you?" snorted that sudden ly eage r young man. "I'm just like Jack-I wouldn"t go without!" "Take u s to thi s passa.ge, Zendra, as quickly as you can," Jack urged. "We hav e n t any time to lose in our present business." "Follow me," she cried, rising. But Jack drew her arm through his and led the way at her side, Bob and Erma following. "Walk slowly," whispered Jack. "Don't let anyone see any excitement." They were soon in Zendra's own lodgings, which Jack had flhared with her for that one happy month of wedded life. "Zendra," whispered Jack, bringing her to him so that his lips were against her ear, "you have a few men here whom you can trust absolutely? They will obey without asking questions? Say, Tako, :Manga, Tero and Bala?" "I can trust them-yes, dear one. Thlly would be torn to pieces before they would betray me." "Then call them quietly. We sha ll need them. And give orgers that we in here are not to be disturbed or two hours." Quickly enough the our wondering male servitors came in. "Zendra, tell these men to pack all the gold they can in baskets and pouches-all they can possibly (!arry I" So the four men servitors gathered up all the gold they could carry. "Now, the passage, Zendra !" throbbed Jack.
28 OUT FOR GOLD. "It is under my couch, the door; it has always been theret whispered the princess. In a jiffy they had the couch shifted. The door opened, the passage lay before them. Down a long flight of steps they went, Jack and Bob carrying lighted torches. It was not rapid traveling down in that stuffy under ground passage. So it was an hour ere they again stepped into the light in a cleft of rock well up on the hillside. Yet on they toiled, until within less than half a mile of the beach. "Gracious!" gasped Jack, as he turned for one look backward at the hill. "Hakka has missed us and guessed! Look at 'em!" Out of the mouth of the pass spearmen were swarming by scores. Now all of the eight fugitives made frantic haste. Jack did not want the burdens dropped, but even burdens seem light when one must carry them and yet escape pursuing death. They reached the beach only a few hundred yards ahead of the foremost spearmen. "Drop the bundles in-that's right," urged Jack as he darted up to one of the boats left behind by the pirates. "Now, girls, quickly! And you men, get in there! Bob, get an oar and shove off!" Jack himself stood up in the boat. Revolver drawn, he watched as Brewster got the little raft afloat, and a few, yards from shore. Then half a dozen of the best runners among the spear men Teached the beacl\ Crack! Jack zipped the sand up just in front of their feet. It was enough to make these spearmen hesitate. Dropping down, Jack, too, seized an oar. The floating boat swung around. They started on the dangerous, reef-infested three miles of water to the schooner. As they looked back the fugitives saw more spearmen coming up, and with them the litters of Hakka and Kalo. "They're coming off after us," Jack snorted, as he saw natives tumble thickly into the two boats left behind. "There's old Hakka coming along to b'Oss the job!" Our fugitives reached the trim little schooner some two hundred fathoms ahead of the foremost pursuing boat, in which sat old Hakka, stiff and gloomy. "Tumble aboard lively, all of you," ordered Jack. No sooner had he and Bob gotten their brides aboard than the two young Americans raced to one of the pair of six-pound guns that were in place on the deck. In a jiffy the gun that eovered the shore was loaded. And now Hakka's rowers were bringing him slowly alongside. "Come aboard, good Hakka," Jack invited. He helped Hakka up over the side. But in another twinkling Zendra's four faithful men servitors had seized the priest. They bound him, despite his rage and cries, to the mainmast. Then, smiling, our hero stepped to the six-p ounder, sighted and fired. A shell struck and exploded on the beach, but not close enough to injure any of the hundreds of spearmen who stood there. "As for you men in the boat,'! ordered Jack, looking down at Hakka's crew, "go back to your people. Tell them that we have Hakka and the princess. Tell the chiefs who are left that all night the gold must keep coming to this craft, and that not until we have got enough shall Zendra and Hakka be free to do as they wish. If the gold does not come, and freely, tell your chiefs that what happened just now on the beach will happen also in the valley, and that your towns will be destroyed." The threat worked. All night and into the next morp. ing boats continued to put off with treasure. "We haven't any more than rightfully belongs to you, have we, dear one?" Jack whispered. "All the gold belongs to the sovereign,'' Zendra whis pered back. this is mine, and is not the fifteenth part of the gold that is stored on W ahitite." So Hakka was sent safely a s hore, and slowly sail was hoisted and the schooner stood westward for Southern Brazil. Four days later the adventurers reached the mainland. From there the safe' journey to New York, with millions in gold shipped, was merely a question of time. No one has ever been able quite to figure where such young men as Jack Hartley and Bob Brewster acquired such wealth as they surely possess. Nor can their best friends guess where they secured such charming young wives. Erma is often supposed to be a Cuban. The four Wahititans, who still serve the young people faithfully, are beli,eved to have come from somewhere in the West Indies. But the best news of all for Jack and Bob is that their young wives now love life in the United States. Incidentally, these charming girls from Wahitite have gained some new ideas about the value of gold. THE END. "THE BOY WHO BALKED; OR, BOB BRISBANE'S BIG KICK," is the title of a great story by Frank Irving. It will be published complete in No. 15 of "The Wide Awake Library," out next week. It is a rousing story that will appeal to every reader who has ever been in a place where he has simply had to make "a big kick." How Bob Brisbane made' his kick is splendidly told. Don't miss the great number next week. SPECIAL NOTICE: All back numbers of this weekly are always in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, send the price in money or postage stamps by mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE, NEW YORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail.
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Fred Fearnot and the Indian Gulde; or, Tbe Abduction or a Beau tiful Girl. 379 Fred Fearnot and the Diamond Queen; or, Helpi ng the Treasury 380 Fred Fearnot and the White Maski; or, Chasing the Chicago Stranglers. 381 Fred Fearnot at Sandy-Licks; or, Taming a "Bad" Man. 382 ,Fred Fearnot and the Drunkard's Son; or, A Hot Fight A&aln1t Rum. 383 Fred Fearnot and the Snake-Charmer; or, Out With the Clrcul Fakirs. 384 Fred Fearnot's Pony Express; or, A Rough Ride In Texas. 385 Fred .b'earnot Held Back ; or, The Time Terry Failed Him. 386 Fred Fearnot and the Tough Trio; or, Keeping the Peace at Gold Bar. 387 Fred .b'earnot and "Nobody's Boy"; or, Helping Along an Orphan. 388 Fred Fearnot's Promise; or, Helping a Drunkard's Boy. 389 Fred Fearnot and the Hunted Man; or, Solving a Queer Mystery. 390 Fred Fearnot and the Girl of Gold ; or, The Female "Wizard" of Wall Street. 391 Fred Fearno!t and Uncle Josh ; or, Saving the Qld Homestead. 392 Fred Fearnot and "Long Luke" ; or, The Toughest Man In Texae. 393 Fred Fearnot on the Diamond; or, Playing Pennant Ball. 394 Fred Fearn'Ot and the Silver Syndicate; or, Beating the Wall Street Sharks. 395 Fred Fearnot's Conquering Stroke ; or, Winning the Sliver Scull1. 396 Fred Fearnot's Summer Camp; or, Hunting In the North Woods. 397 Fred ,fearnot'a .or, ?laying_ ln th11 I&u;ue. 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Everything I .! COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR ENCYCLOPEDIA! These Books Tell You Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in clear type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that an_,Y child can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classified and see if you want to know anything about the subjec\9 mention ed. THESEJ BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE), TEN cmNTS EACH, OI-t ANY 'l'HREEJ BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY. Address FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N.Y. MESMERISM. No. 81. HOW TO MESMERIZE.-Containing the most ap proved methods of mesmerism ; also how to cure all kinds of diseases by animal magnetism, or, magnetic healing. By Prof. Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S., author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No. 82. HOW TO DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most approved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning. Also explaining phrenology, and the k ey for telling character by the bumps on the head. BJ Leo Hugo Koch, A. C. S. Fully illustrated. HYPNOTISM. No. 83. HOW TO HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and instructive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also explaining the most approved niethous whi c h are emplo yed by the leading hypnotists of the world. By Leo Hugo Koch, A.C.S. SPORTING. No. 21. HOW TO HUNT AND FISH.-The most complete hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full instructions about guns, 'bunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with descriptions of game and figh. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully illustmted. Every boy should know 'how to row and sail a boat. Full instL"Uctions are given in this little book, together with in structions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boating. No. 47. HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSEJ.A complete treatise <>n the horse. Describing the most useful horses for business, the best horses for the road; also valuable r ecipes for diseases pecaliar to the horse. No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A bandy book for boys, containing full directions for constructing canoes and the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. By C. Stansfield Hicks. FORTUNE TELLING. No. 1. NAPOLEON'S ORACULUl\f AND DREAM BOOK. Containing the great oracle of human destiny; also the true mean ing of almost any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious games of cards. A complete bo ok No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAM:S.-Everybody dreams, from the little child to the aged man and woman This little book gives the explanation to all kinds of dreams, together with lucky and unlucky days, and "Napoleon's Oraculum," the book of fate. No. 28. HOW TO TELL FORTUNES.-Everyone is desirous of knowing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or misery, wealt'h or pov erty. You can tell by a glance at this littl e book. Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell the fortune of your friends. No. 76. HOW TO 'rELL FORTUNES BY THE Containing rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the hand, or the secret of palmistry. Also the secr e t of telling future events by aid of moles, marks, scars, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6. HOW TO BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full in struction for the use of dumb bells, clubs, parallel bars, horizontal bars and various other methods of developing a good, h ealthy muscle; containing over s ixty illustrations. Every hoy ca n bc<'ome strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this little book. Ko. 10. IIOW TO BOX.-Tbe art of self-defense made easy. Co:-itaining ov e r thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the differ ent positions of a good boxer. Every boy should obtain one of these useful and instructive books, as it will teach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25. IIOW TO BECOMEl A GYMNAST.-Containing full instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. bmbracing thirty-five illustrations. By Professor W. Macdonald. A hnndy and useful book. No. 34. HOW ro FENCE.-Containing full instruction for fen cing and the use of the broadsworJ; also instruction in archery. De scribed with twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best positions in fencing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH CARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing e::o:planations of tbe general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to c:i:-: bis former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. No. 43. HOW TO BECOl\IE A MAGICIAN.-Containing the c;if magical illusions ever placed before the pubhc. Also tricks with cards. incantations, etc. No. 68. HOW TO DO CHEl\fICAL TRICKS.-Containing over one hundre d highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. llandsomelv illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW 'l'O DO SLE.IGHT OF HAND.-Containing over of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also oontainmg the secret of second sight. l<'ully illustrated. By A. Anderson . No .. 70. HOW ';1'0 l'IIAKE MAGIC TOYS.-Contafuing full directions for makmg !liagic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By A. Anderson. Fully illust,at ed. No. 73 .. HOW: TO J?O TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious tricks with figures and the magic of numbers. By A. Anderson. ll'ully illustrated. .No. 7.5. HO\y TO A CONJUROR. -Containing tricks with Dommos, Dice, Cups anJ Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing thirty-six illastrations. By A. Anderson. No. 78. HOW TO DO THE BLACK ART.-Containing a complete desc!"iption of the mysteries of Magic and Sleight of Hand together with many wonderful experiments. By A. .Anderson: Illustrated. MECHANICAL. No. 29. HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every boy )'now bow .originated. This book explains them all, example!'. Ill electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumat,1cs, mechamcs, etc. The most instl'Uctive book published. No. 5f?. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.-Containing full mstruct10ns how to proceed in order to become a locomotive engineer; also directions for building a model locomotive; together with a full description of everything an engineer should know. No. 57. now TO l'IIAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMEN'l'S.-Full directions how to makE'. a B.anjo, Violin, Zither, 1Eolian Harp, Xylo phone and othe r musical mstruments; together with a brief de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in anciait or modern times Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its history and invention. Also full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomely illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO llIECHANICAL TRICKS.-Containing complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING.' No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.-A most com plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them, giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LET'l'ERS TO LADIES.-GiviI1g complete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE) LETTEJRS.-A wonderful little book, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land should have this book. No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing lette rs on almost any subject; also rules for punctuation and composition, with specimen letters.
I THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S J OKE B OOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the m?s t famous end men No amateur minstrels is complete without t h is wonderful little book. No. 42. THEl BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKElR a varied of :;tump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes Just the thing for home amuse ment and amateur shows No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE .AND JOKllJ new a?d very instructive. Every obtam this as 1t contams full instructions for or gamzmg an amateur mmstrel troupe. No. 65 MULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original j oke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conund=ums, etc., of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit1 humorist, and practical joker of the day Every boy who can enJOY a good substantial joke should obtain a copy immediately. No. 79. HOW TO BECOl\IE AN ACTOR.-Containing com p lete instructions how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter S cen i c Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat est jokes, anecdotes and funny l3tories of this world-renowned and e ve r popular German comedian Sixty-four pages; handsome colo r ed c o ve r containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 1 6 H O W TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full instructions foL constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at h ome. The most complete book of the kind ever pub li s hed No. 30. HOW TO COOK.-One of the most instructive books o n C111oking ever published It contains recipes for cooking meats !ish, game, and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular ('l)Oks. No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.-It contains information for ;e r y body, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to "-.. 1 k') almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments, b ;'.!.c:.cts, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching bi r ds E LECTRICAL. :ro. 46. H O W T O MAKE AND USEl ELECTRICITY.-A de ; r':'.ion of the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism; ,-;-:'.l ie r with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries, r By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty ili .. ,rations. _:o. 64. HOW T O MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.Con ( .. :1 i ng full uirections for making electrical machines, induction rni!3, dynamc.. and many nov e l toys to be worked by electricity. J '.:,R. A. R B<,nnett. Fully illustrated. So. 67 HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.-Containing a h:;1 collection of instructive and highly amusing electrical t r icks, with illustrations. By A Anderson. N o. 3 1 HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing foul" teen illustrations, giving the d ifferent p ositions r e quisite t o become a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. A l s o conta ining g em s from aJl the popular of pros e and poet r y arrange d in the man simple and manner possib le. No. 49 .. HOW TO DEBATE.-Giving rules for conducting a .. bates, outlmes for. qu.estions for discussio n, and the bell s o u r ces for procurmg m format10 n on t he questions given. SOCIETY. No. 3 HOW T O FLIRT.'.rhe arts and w ile s of flirtation art fully by this little book Besides t h e vario u s me t hods of har.dkerch1ef, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation i t con tains a full list of the language and sentiment of flowers i1 in_teresting to everybody, both o l d and young. Yo u cannot be h appy without one. No. 4. HOW TO DANCE is t h e title of a n ew and handsome little b o ok just issued by Tousey. It contain s fu ll instruc tions in the art of danci_ng, t:tiqnette in ball-r o om and at parti es, how to dr<'ss, and full directions for calli n g o lf i n all popular squar e dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A comp l ete guide to l ov e, courtEhip and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules a n d etiq uette to be observed, with many curious and i nteresting t hings not g e n t::rally knowu. No 1 i. HOW '.fO DRESS.-Containing full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and a broad, g i ving the selections of colors, material, and how to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of the brightest and most valuable little books ever give n to t h e world Eve rybody wishes to know how to become beautiful both mal e and female. '.rhe secret is simple, and almost costles s Read t his book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated an4 containing full instructions for the management and tra ining of the canary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Hands om e ly illys trate d. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hint1 on how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and b i rds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. B y J. Harrington Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-& valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountinc and preserving birds, animals and insects No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giv ing com plete information as to the manner and method of raising, k ee ping, taming, bre eding, and managing all kinds of pets; a l so giving full instructions for making cag es, etc. Fully explained by twe nty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete bo o k of the kind ever published: MISCELLANEOUS. No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIElNTIST.-'A useful and iU structive book, giving a complete treatise on chemist r y ; also ex periments in acoustics, me c hanics, mathematics, chemist r y and di-E NTE RTA 1 NM ENT rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas b a lloons. Thie : ;o 9. HOW TO BECO;\IE A VENTRILOQUIST.-By Harry book cannot be equa l ed. The secret given away. Elvery boy reading No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.-A comp l e t e hand-b ook for tl1i: ; book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multi-making all kinds of candy. ... e tc_ etc. :i de s every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW .ro BECOME A l 'I AU'l'J:1.0R.-Contain ing full :.: t and create any amount of fun for himsel[ and friends. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of wor ds and the g reatest book <'Ver published. and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscri pt. A l so containing r o 20 HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and genera l c o m ve ry va luable little book just published. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successful author. B y Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic rec itations, etc., .suitable Hiland. parlor or drawing-room 'entertainment. It contains more the No. 38. HOW T9 .BECOME YOUR O"V_VN won money than any hook published. derful book, contammg u s efu l and practical mformation m the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAMElS.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments com mon to e very book, cont11ining the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. Abounding in useful and effective recipes fo r gen eral c ombackgammon. croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUl\IS.-Containing all No. 55 HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COIN S .-Con the lea'.ding conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information r egarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW TO PLAY C .!RDS.-A comp l ete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DE'l'ECTIVEl.-By Old Kmg Brady, book g iving the rules and J\. ')rections for playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detective I n which he lays dow n s om e valuable bage, Casino, Forty-Five, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sensible ru l es for beginners, and also r e lates some adventures Auct i on Pitch, All Fours, and niany other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66 HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three bun-No. GO. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAP H ElR .-Containdred interesting puzzles and conundrums, with key t o same. A. ing useful information regarding the Camera and how to wo r k it; compl ete book Fully illustrated. By A Anderson. also how to make Photographi c Magic Lantern S li des and other Transparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W. Abney. ETIQUETTE. No 1 3. HOW T O DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It i s a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know all about. There's happiness in it. No. 33. HOW TO VE.-Containing the rules and etiquette of good soc i ety and the easiest and most approved methods of ap p earing to good advantage at parties, balls, the theatr e chur ch, and in the drawingr oom. DECLAMATION. No. 27. HOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF. RECITATIONS. -Contai ning t h e most pop u la r se l ections in use, comp r isi n g D u tch dial ec t F r e n c h 1'!ial ect, Yankee and Irish d i a lect pieces, together No. 62 HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY CADET.-Containing full explanations how to gain a dmittance, course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Officer s, Post Guard, Police Regulations, Fire D.e12artment, and all a boy s h ould know to be a Cadet. Ccmpiled and written by L u Senare ns author of "Ho. w to Become a Naval Cadet." No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL A DET.-Comple t e in structions of how to gain admission to t h e Annapo li s N a v al Academy. 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Fame and Fortune Weekly $TORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A NEW ONE ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY PRICE 5 CENTS A OOPY This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage or passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, and show h o w a boy of pluck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of this series contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine for .the home, although each number is replete with ex citing adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists. and every effort is constantly being zade to make it the be l t weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance: or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake-view. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, The Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or, The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start in Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. H A Gold Brick; or, The .Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Feathered His Nest 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Mon ey; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to 'the Good; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them All. 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; o;, The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure of Co cos Island. f 32 Adrift on the World; or, Working His Way to Fortune. 33 Playing to Win; or, The Foxiest Boy in Wall Street. 34 Tatters; or, A Boy from the Slums. 35 A Young Monte Cristo; or, The Richest Boy in the World. 36 Won by Pluck; or, The Boys Who Ran a Railroad. 37 Beating the Brokers; or, The Boy Who "Couldn't be Done." 38 A Rolling Stone; or, The Brightest Boy on Record. 39 Never Say Die; or, The Young Surveyor of Happy Valley 40 Almost a Man; or, Winning His Way to the Top. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT A N Y BACK ot oul' Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill it! the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we will send them to you by re-turn mall. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY J FTIANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. ....................... .190 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find ...... cents for which please send me: .copies of WORK AND WIN, Nos .............................................................. " THE WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, N0s ....................... ........................... : " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos .......... ............................................. " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, Nos ..................... ............................... " PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos ............................................................ " SECRET SERVICE, NOS ........ " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos .............................................. .. " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos ......................................................... Nnme .......................... Street and No ................ Town .......... State .............
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