Under the vendetta's steel, or, A Yankee boy in Corsica

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WIDE A WAKE WEEil Y A COft['PLETE ST01lY EVERY WEEK. Issued Weekit1 -B11 Subscription $2.50 p e r y ear. Entere d accord ing to .d.ct of C ong ress, in the year 1906, in the offic e of tho Librarian of Oongreaa, Washington, D. C., by Frank Touaey, Publiaher, 24 Union Square, New Y ork. N o 2 1. NEW YORK SEPTEMBER 7 1 906 PRICE 5 CENTS. Under the Vendetta's Steel OR, A Yankee Boy 10 Corsica By LIEUT J J BARR Y. CHAPTER I. D AVE SEES THE STEEL FLASH. "Oh, our peopl e are v e r y good, a nd very peaceful," urged youn g Sig n o r C arol i, e arnestly Th e b est b e haved on earth, declar e d the Count deE Moran i "Then tho s e s tories of t h eir vend ettas and their blood feasts ?" aske d Dave G r a h a m slowly and pau sed. "Th o s e bel onged to the p ast," sai d Car o li q ui ckly. "And t hey do n o t h a pp e n in the s e days?" per s i s ted the Ame r ic an boy. T he Count d el' Mora ni s hrug ged hi s s hould e rs. "Oh, of cour se," h e r e plied with a s mile, "now and the n someon e becomes care less." "Car e l ess? r e p e a te d Dave. "What do you m e an, Coun t ? "Oh, I d o not know tha t I c an explain r e pli e d the C ount, wit h a noth e r pecul i ar s mile. But, to b e sure, our peopl e have a lways quick t empe r s "And whe n those t empe r s a r e ril ed--" s ugge s ted Dave, but again p a used. "Why, then, o f course," smil ed the C oun t, "someon e may b e hurt. " Bu t n ot b a dly," inte rposed C aroli e arne stly "Nor do these q u arre l s h appe n oft e n." "Tha t is wh a t you h a v e been telling me all a l ong, C a r o li, m;y dear fellow," cried Dave. "Yo u've been try-J LJ N 7 1?4


,... Iv UNDER THE VENDETT A'S S T EEL. S t ill he is abl e to send you abroad to travel-and spend "I did," whispered the Corsican. mon ey?" "Why?" "This trip costs but a few hundred dollars," replied the "I feared you might become too talkative with the boy, carelessly. Count." "A few hundred of you r Amer i can dollars? But that "Isn't he all right?" asked Dave, in surprise. is a few thousand francs here in Corsica, and is a l most "Oh, yes," returned Caroli, quickly, ".,ri t h a swift look wealth over his shoulder. "Is it?" asked Dave, opening his eyes in honest sur "Then why shouldn't I talk with him?" prise. '' "But not, perhaps, about money matters," s u gges ted The Count, l i ghting a cigarette, rose with a bow, exCaroli, quietly cused hims e lf and strolled slowly away along the veranda "Why, I didn't, my dear Caroli." of the little inn perched up on the hillside above the tiny "The Count asked you if your father. was rich." l ittle port of Barria "And I replied that he was n t Not more than thi rty, the Count was a goo d d ea l of a "Yet you gave an idea. that your father must have a dandy good deal of money." Scrupulous l y dressed in the best Italia n fashion, h e had "That's dad' s bus iness, anyway. But I don't believe my the genera l air of prosperity father i s overburdened with money Further up o n the hillside, a mile away from the inn, "The Count now thinks differently." was the Count's estate a few acre s of vineyard, many "Well, what diff e r e nce would it make, anyway?" chal acres of past ure, and the almost crumbling r emains of a lenged Dave, eyeing hi s gloomy faced fri e nd keenly. gray stone castle that was more than six hundred years "Do not walk in the mountains, s ignor," replied Caroli, o l d quietly "Ancl very likely we s h a ll be doing well to leave Eve r ythi n g a b o u t B arria was tiny except the great Barria to morrow." mountain s that stre t c h ed away to the of this hi ll y "Leave Barria?" cried Dave. "Why, it's the prettie s t littl e port town pla .ce I've seen The port town its elf was tiny, containi n g no t more than "Who talk s of le a ving Barria?" broke in the smooth, eight hundred souls. lau g hin g voice of the Count del' l\'Iorani, b e hind them The fort, at the harbor's mouth, was also tiny, conCaroli started, paling a bit und e r hi s olive s kin tai ni ng on l y some thirty French s oldiers and two officers But Dave, not seeing that, replied: The inn stood in grounds by itself, well up on the hill"Why, Caroli is trying to make me laugh He warns side and looking down over the town. me agai n s t walking in the mountain s and urges me to It was an o l d fashioned inn, n early a s old as the Morani leave Barria." c astle itself "wh y? demanded Morani, turning sharp eyes towa r d Once a week a little steamer from France and Italy hi s cou ntryman. s t opped at Barria "Oh, 1-I was je s ting, as my young Amerioan frien d T here were no rai l road s Barria, hemmed in by the sus pected," repli e d Caroli, s hruggin g hi s s hou l ders, tho u gh hill s and mountains, seem e d shut off from the world exhis voice was a bit un s teady. cept for that little weekly s t e amer. l hope s i gno r," r e plied the Count to our hero's re But Dave, who had arrived thi s ni ght with bi s ne\\ mark, "that you will n ot think of leavin g Barria jus t yet friend, Caroli, 1ras delighted with the old-fa s hion e d air of In fact, I h ave had i t in my mind to ask you to try the the little Corsican town ancl it s people dulness of a few days of life at my miserable little o l d O ur hero had met Miclrnel Caroli, a nntive of Ajac cio, cast l e ." the capita l of the island, two week s before "Why, that would be downright jolly," replied Dave, Caroli, who came of goocl fami l y ancl was well educated, eage rly, but Caroli s huddered slightly seemed to be a mighty good :fellow 0: twenty -two or three "And we might," hinted the Count, "try a forty-eight Dave had propos e d that they trav e l togethe r through hour s huntin g trip back in the mountain s with one of Corsica, and Caro l i had accepted. my men for g uide." Dave was paying the bills, but he would hav e grea tl y As he spoke the Count r este d his flas hing gaze on o ffended Caroli had he offere d to pay the y oung Cors ican Caroli a n ything for acting a s guide and counsellor. "More and more fun around Barria!" D a v e cried. Now, as soon as the Count del' Morani had gone out of: "The n you will accept mr poor hospitality, s i g nor?" earshot, Dave turned to his friend. asked the Count, with grave politeness 'l'hey were sitting at a tabl e out on the broad por c h "Dave, on the point of s::iying "yes," received such R looki ng down over the few twinkling lights of the town kick und e r the table that he winccrl. an d the h arbo r "I-I shall be d e li ghted, Count, ::is soon as I have time "Caro l i, I t houg h t you kicked me un der the tab le?" I to mak e m y plans." h inted the boy, in a low tone. "And p e rhaps .Sig nor Caroli 11ill hono r us, too, with his


UNDER THE VENDE'l'TA'S STEEL. 8 presence?" suggested the Count, flashing another sharp l ook at Dave's friend "It will be a great honor," stammered Caroli The Count, with a graceful bow, resurnecl his stroll. "We leave Barria by the steamer in the morning," whispered Caroli, swiftly. "Do not say so, though, to anyone." "Well, you are a fellow of mysteries," gasped young Graham. "What on earth are we running away from?" "Perhaps from the banditti," was the Corsican's low1 answer. "Bandits?" gasped Dave. "Say, do you really mean, then, that there are such people around here?" "I fear may be," said Caroli, soberly "Oho! 'l'hen you admit, at last, that all romance is not dead in Corsica? And you think I'd leave, now that you've told me this, Caroli?" Caroli was about to reply, but Count del' Marani was again coming their way. "I'm just finding, Count,'' cried Dave, gaily, "that there is some romance left in Corsica My good friend here tells that there are at least brigands left on the island "It is sometimes said that that is so," replied Morani, easily "Still we seldom hear of them, and never see them. Signor Caroli is perhaps giving our island an undeservedly hard name." Again Caroli paled slightly under hi s olive skin. Ite seemed uneasy, now, in the presence of the court. But at Hus moment all three quickly turned their heads, as a clear, sweet voice cried out: "Ah, Count! You are punctual. That is delightful of you!" Dave was looking, with all his eyes, at the wonderfully pretty face of a girl of his own age, se:venteen, who had j ust step1Jed out on the porch, followed by an elderly woman. Both were plainly either English or American-proba bly the latter. four pure white horses. On the box were driver and foot man in the picturesque costumes of Corsica. Behind the carriage, on coal black h o rses) rode four grim, silent, armed men, each carrying a short c ar b i n e and wearing at his sash a short sword and a revolve r. "Oh, Count, how splendid!" cried the girl, clapp ing h e r hands in glee as the porch lights fell across this pic turesque scene "Why, the whole looks like a gli m pse from a picture that is three hundred years o l d "You like it?" smiled the Count, bowing ag ain, as he halted with the ladies at the edge of the porc h "It's splendid," glowed the girl. "But why t hese a rmed men, Count, when you have been assu r i n g me that the re is no violence, nowadays, in Corsica?" "Ah, it is just an old custom with o u r nobl e families, signorina,'' the Count assu red her "We a lways lik e to travel with our armed reta i ne rs, as t h e C or s i c an noble s of old did." "And there is no danger of briga n ds?" i nsiste d the girl. "Absolutely none, signorina," the Count assu red h e r. "I'm afraid I'm disappointed, the n," s h e pouted. "That gii;l's American all the way thro u gh D ave whispered, glowingly, to his friend "Do all Americans love danger?" ask e d Caro l i, with a shrug of his shou l ders "All Americans like new exper i ences. The Count del' Jv!orani had assi ste d the l adies i n t o hi s carriage. Seating himself on the front seat, :facing them t h e Count gave the signal that caused carriage and escor t to turn and disappear slowly into the darkness Now out came the bustling Bussoli, the l andlo rd short, very stout and wonderfully talkative "Why, gentlemen, you are drinking n o wine !" he cried, reproaclifully "I don't use the stu ff," Dave returne d li g htly. "Bu t serve my friend, Caroli, if he w ill have w ine." The Corsican shook his hea-d. "You have American ladies he r e Bussoli ?" Dave asked. The girl was dressed nearly all in white, with a Spanish "Ah, yes, two." mantilla of white lace resting over her head and falling "What are their names?" over her shoulders. "The elder is a Mrs Nor t on. The other is her nie ce, She was almost dark endugh to have been Italian her -Miss Phrebe Fair, signor self, had it not been for the brilliantly white skin that "They have been here l o n g ?" gleamed beneath her thick black hair. "Two weeks, sig n or." "Good evening, signora and signorina," replied the "They are acquainted w ith the C ount I s ee." Count, bending low first to the elderly woman and then to "Ah, very much so," rep l ied B ussoli with a wink I the girl. "And now we shall have our drive?" think the ladies will stay here, and that the y oun g e r one He had turned away wholly from Dave and Caroli as will become a Countess. The Count's fam il y i s hig hly he addressed the ladies. noble, you know. And the girl is very rich." "We did not see your carriage, Count," repliell the girl, "They're engaged, then?" Dave a sked. "or we would have come down sooner." "Betrothed, you mean, signor? O h, dea r no! Bu t "But it is here-close at band!" cried the Count, plac : they soon must be, for his excellency, the Count, h a s been ing a silver whistle between his lips. : his money so fast to snare this ric h beauty that He blew a sharp blast, then offered either arm to the I he must soon win her or be a ruined man B ut, o h dear! l a d ies and led them to the edge of the porch JI am talking much too fast. The Count woul d be angry." Out of the darkness came an open carriage, d rawn by "I shan't tell him t ha t you said a n yt h ing," our her9


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. promised. "So the young lady likes the idea of becoming Off a little way rolled the carriage. The mounted ari;ned a Countess, apparently?" men rode a few yards away from the porch, then reined But Signor Bussoli, certain that he had talked as he up, sitting in saddle and smoking cigarettes. usua-lly did, more than he ought to, grunted out a reply A few minutes passed by. Then, out of the shadows and hastened away. under the great trees that lined the driveway, came Miss "You do not know your young countrywoman?" asked Fair's ,cold but protesting voice: Caroli. -"Not another word, Count, if you please!" "No, but I'd lik e to," Dave answered, honestly. "Lord, J "But, signorina--" argued the voice of the Count. wouldn't I like to be her brother! Wouldn't I give her a "Not a nother word, sir, was what I asked of you!" ialkin.g to?. The of a. sweet, healthy, big-hearted I There was the sound of quick steps. Out of .dark A.mencan throwmg her hf: on a fellow who can \ ness came the girl, her head high up, her step if not give her nothmg but a cheap title? Beside her hurried the Count del' Moram, almost '.'Do not the Count that y"ou have said such a I trotting in order to keep up with her. as urged Ca.rob. ,, 1 Dave had sprung to his feet as soon as he heard the Why, Id like to say it to him myself contesting voices. "Don't," counselled Michael Caroli, crisp ly. I "Sit down again!" whispered Caroli, anxiously. Count, as you have seen, has too many armed men m his 1 But Dave gave no sign of having heard. employ." Running up the steps to the porch, the girl placed her "Too many J?en for what?" l hand on the other woman's a.rm. m! dear young American, if you offended I "Let us go to our rooms, aunt," she said, coldly, though Count, might be awkward to meet some of the Counts : earnestly. "Good night-and good-by, !" ,, . I As the girl and her aunt stepped through the doorway Whf t do you mean r blurted Dave, wheelmg on his Morani sprang after them. friend. "Wouldn't the Count be man enough to do his own fighting?" "If he had to," responded Caroli. "But it is a way with our nobles when they have quari;els with--Par don me, Signor Graham, but remember that the Count Yet, quick as he was, Dave Graham was quicker. Our hero stood with his back to the door, slipping in there so swif tly and adroitly that the Count almost bump ed into him. "You're in my way, sir!" cried the Count, haughtily "That's to be regretted," Dave admitted, coolly. "Out of the way, boy!" Dave was about to reply, though not to budge, when the door moved violently behind him. del' Morani is noble, and that you are not. He would-1 pardon me, won't you, signor ?-regard you as an inferior, and if he became angered he might have one or two of his commoners do the fighting with you. It would be a fighting, too, my dear Signor Graham, in which you would not have much chance." To avoid being knocked down, Dave stepped to one side. 1 "And a black leg who'd do a thing like tl1at would imag I Out burst a man. At the prst look one would know him ine himself my superior?" blazed Dave. "Bosh! In my I to be an American. He was about twenty-five years of country we call a man a sneak who can't do all his own I age, slender, yet strongly-built and broad-shouldered, and fighting." six in his stockings. He looked to be a typical young Caroli shrugged his shoulders, looking hopelessly at I Amen can college man. this strenuous young American who wouldn't understand "Hm I reckon Miss Phrebe has a brother!" thrilled that things might be different in this little island of Cor1 Dave. "He looks able to hold the job, too!" sica, to the south of Italy. I Dave backed slowly away a few yards. Corsica is largely Italian in its population, though the young having come through the door and i s land is owned by France. I the halted before the latter, "Oh come let us take a walk my dear Caroli laucrhed lookmg down at him with cold eyes. ' ' b Dave, a minute later. "Count," he began, slowly, but with steam in his voice, "In the town, then," urged Caroli. "Not towards the "I have just heard a few words from my cousin that sound mountains." strange She informs me that you proposed a walk "Oh, towards the town, then," agreed Dave through the hotel grounds, and that you proposed mar-Two hours later, or towards ten o'clock, they stro lled 1 riage to her." back to the porch of the inn. I "That is not a sin, is it, signor?" cried the Count, his It was deserted at first, but soon came the roll of wheels. face white with passion, or some other emotion. Up rolled the Count's carriage, followed by the armed 11 "No," replied Miss Fair's cousin, slowly. "A man does escort. honor to a woman when he informs her that he desires But the footman helped out only the elderly woman. her, of all women, for his wife." t She, however, stood on the porch as if awaiting her j "Well, signor, I have done your cousin that honor, eompanions. then," replied the Count del' Morani, more easily.


( ,,. UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "She has thanked you for the honor, and has told you I "The foolish Americans!" that it cannot be," was the young man's steady answer. I Caroli, with a hand under his Corsican coat, moved "But that is not the end of it!" cried the Count, eag-. swiftly yet half-reluctantly close to our hero. erly. Out in the driveway beyond the mounted armed men of "You are mistaken there. It is the end . the Count leaped from their saddles and came running "But she must listen to me again!" close to the porch. "She will not, sir." Phc:ebe's cousin had not stirred after delivering that "She must." knock-down blow. "Count, bear in mind that 'must' is a word that I.allow "Count," he remarked, coolly, "if you feel angered by no man to use toward my cousin. You cannot see her the blow, you will understand that John Norton is always again. She does not wish it. If you are a gentleman, you at your service in the matter of satisfaction." will accept this as the last word." Morani had been chokingly trying to recover his breath. "Not see her again? Not spe ak?" blazed the Count, He glared hotly at Dave, who still held out the pieces furiously. "I tell you, signor, she shall not leave Barria of the broken stiletto, then wheeled snarlingly on young until I have plead my cause again!" Norton. "What do you mean, sir?" demanded the young man, "Signor," glared Morani, "you are ignorant and in need coldly. 1 of a lesson. My bravos, did you see this common fellow's "Anything that you please," cried Marani, defiantly. insult to your master? Take him and cudgel him well!" "Count, you are a blackguard!" "Get out of here as quickly as you can!" whispereu Morani's face went deathly white as he backed away a Caroli in our hero's ear. step. Dave shrugged his shoulders impatiently, but did not "What do you mean, you-you con;imoner?" demanded stir from the spot that he occupied close to Norton. the Corsican noble. That latter uttered a contemptuous snort. "I mean that you are not to annoy my cousin any fur"Are these fellows going to cudgel me, Marani?" he ther; that if you do, I shall feel tempte d to pick you up demanded, coolly, as the men started to ascend tlfo steps and wring your neck! Is that plain enough?" questioned to the porch. the young American, coolly. . "They will rebuke your insolence!" glared the Count. D.ave Graham, as lookm?' on at the. picture, "Stop where you are, fellows, and listen!" called Norsaw Moram s nght hand creep stealthily under ton, coldly. "The first one of you who steps on this his coat-tail. I porch, I'll snatch him up and break his back!" In the next twinkling, our hero saw the flash of steel. Norton stepped forward as he spoke. Marani held a stiletto behind his back, a fact of which "Hurrah Good old 8tuff !" glowed Dave, as he stepped the tall young man was ignorant. The Corsican seemed forward at Norton's side . to be gathering himself like an American wildcat about Michael Caroli, with a groan, followed them about half to spring. Flash! Dave Graham's bound carried him just behind Marani. Dave's quick grip and twist secured the stiletto. The next bound carried our hero away and over close to th,e railing of the porch. Phc:ebe Fair's cousin saw that act, saw the glimpse of steel in young Graham's hands and understood. Smash The tall young America'1's fist landed on Mo-rani's face, knocking the nobleman down. Dave jabbed the point of the stiletto into the hard wood of the railing. With a wrench Graham broke the blade in two. Then, as Marani, white and still with passion, leaped to his feet, our hero, holding out the two pieces of the stiletto, broke in coolly: "Count, allow me to return your knife!" CHAPTER II. IN THE THICK OF A CORSICAN FIGHT. In a twinkling there was commotion of the hottest kind. Bussoli, the with a shriekl bounded out of sight, yelling : way. "Now, then, who's going to be the first to try to cudgel me?" demanded John Norton, eyeing the four armed retainers steadily. "Jack, Jack! What does this mean?" cried an alarmed voice from the doorway. "Up to your room, Phc:ebe !''. called her cousin, quickly. "But, Jack--" to your room, ehild, or you'll get sadly in the way!" The door closed. "Count," mocked Norton, "your fellows do not seem very keen to cudgel me." With \ an oath, Marani leaped over the rail to the ground, darting in among his men. "This means trouble--quick !" muttered Dave, his eyes kindling at the prospect of fight. ou're American?" asked Norton, in a swift under tone. "Yes, and I'll fight like one if a row starts." "Back to the house, both of JOU!" urged Caroli, who was gamely sticking to his young American friend, though


6 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. he knew better than either of them what was soon to happen. But Norton, with the pluck of his six feet, snorted con temptuously. "Now, then, my bravos!" cried the Count, suddenly. There was a sudden sound behind our friends, then the flash of steel in the air close to them. "We forgot the ra seals on the carriage box cried Caroli as, knife in hand, he wheeled and crouched low to defend himself against the driver and footman. Both of these worthies were crouching in for the spring. Morani himself had a knife bnoo more, secured from one of his men. .All five of these men now leaped up the steps. It was seven to three-and only one of the three armed. "You know what to do, my bravos!" quivered MQfani, himself keeping back out of the reach of John Norton's huge fist. Chk .A yell that made Dave, somehow, feel sick. The first sound was that of the blade of Caroli, sinking into the side of the footman. But, as that fellow staggered back and went down, the driver closed in on Caroli, stabbing him under the shoul der. "Dospetto I'll fight better than two dead men yet!" snarled Ca.roli as he struck for the nimble driver and missed him. Crash The first one of the bravos to get within reach of John Norton was caught by the point of that athlete's boot in his abdomen. The winded wretch fairly flew through the air, landing out in the driveway. Cluck! Dave had dodged a thrust made at him by one of the bravos and landed on the fellow's jugular, sending him in a backward somersault down the steps. "Back, my bravos-back all of you!" panted the Count. "Take to your guns!" Other figures were moving out there on the edge of the darkness. "They've got help coming!" warned Caroli. "Back to thQ house-that's the safest place!" "That's right," clicked Dave. "Norton, we don't stand any show out here in the open without guns." "I've got revolvers up in my room," whispered the big .American. "Then up there, without a second's loss of time," urged Dave. Crack! There were flashes out of the But John Norton, who had twitched at the sound of the volley, now threw up his hands, as if about to fall. "They've hit you, Norton?" breathed Dave, leaping to his fellow-American's side. "Yes-but not much, after all, I guess I" Dave caught the big fellow. "Back! Let me get you through the doorway!" urged Dave. "Caroli, open the door." "Get them all together as they go through the doorway, my bravos!" roared the Count's voice. "Make it a blood feast !" From out of the darkness came a series of almost blind ing :fl.ashes Bullets sputtered and hissed about that doorway, as the three sought to get through. Somehow, two of them got through-Norton and our hero. Norton sank weakly up against the post at the foot of the stairs, but Dave, thrusting open the door again, called: "Caroli No answer. "Caroli, my dear fellow!" .Again no answer. "Caroli, my dear fellow, are you hurt?" Though the showing of his head was the signal for another little tornado of bullets, Dave Graham. took the risk of peering out through the doorway. 1 He couldn't see Caroli, and drew back just as something hot stung him at the top of his left shoulder. Clang! Dave shot" the great bolt into place. "Norton," he begged, "lead the way up to your rooms, like lightning. We've got the safety of two American women on our hands now!" "Right, old chap!" gritted Norton. "Oh, I'm strong enough. Nothing ails me. Follow me!" With his hand on the balluster rail Norton led the way rather quickly up the stairs, our hero following right at the big fellow's heels. Pha>be Fair, her face deathly white, anguish showing in her eyes, met them at the head of the stairs. "Oh, Jack, they've hurt you!" she cried, tremulously. "Not as much as I'm going to hurt someone else!" gritted the big fellow. "Another American to stand by us in our trouble?" cried Phcebe, looking at Dave. "Yes," replied the boy. "Hurry to your room. Norton and I will get the weapons and join you." They had halted at the door of Norton's room. Down below came the hammering of men trying to Half a dozen bullets sped past the Americans. "I'm hit again," cried Caroli, faintly. I force the stout porch door in. "I know where the pistols are!" cried Phcebe, leaping "Then into the house with you, old begged Dave. fellow," in ahead of them both. "Here you are." Caroli moved to the door, opening it. Dave, with no notion of bolting until his wounded .friend had gotten safely inside, stood his ground. She came darting back to the door, bearing a dress-suit case. "Our rooms are be;t for defense!" '!!he panted, pointing down the corridor.


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. '1 Norton was reeling again. Dave threw one arm about Bnssoli, who sat in a chair under the watchful eyes of the big fellow to steady him. Jack Norton. Mrs. Norton's startled face showed in the doorway to But just then a head showed at the bead of the stairs, which the girl had pointed close to the floor But John's mother drew back quickly as she saw them. Just inside the doorway John's mother caught him her self. "Oh, my son, you're not badly hurt?" she cried, anx -. 1 lOUS y "Get those pistols out in a flash. We're going to need 'em!" directed Dave, as he heard the heavy pounding on the door below. Then that door came down with a crash, but not before Dave had snatched two loaded revolvers from the case "Up and drive them out of their trap, my bravos!" sounded the hoarse voice of the Count del Marani. CHAP T ER III. I THE FAIR FACE THAT WAS BRIGHT IN DANGER. Crack! Dave Graham had been waiting for that. He fired, and like a the head was drawn back. "Are you there, Marani?" called the buy. No answer came from the stairs. "Because, if you are," defied Dave, "I might as well tell you that you're wasting your time trying to pick up two Americans who know their way in any part of the world." From the stairs came a snar l that was not in words. "You coward!" taunted Dave "You talked so loudly of being a gentleman, and now you're really making war on women!" "Good!" growled Jack Norton. Crack Dave had fired again, at another peeping head from the top of the stairway. "You'll want cart ri dges soon," whispered a steady voice at our hero's side. "I'll place some in your hand and drop others in your coat pocket." Dave felt her soft fingers touch hi s with a thrill Then Down the corr idor came a panting figure, as if fleeing he felt the metal touch of cartridges being pressed into before the coming bravos. his hand. "Bussoli !" challenged Dave, aiming both revolvers from Cartridges, here, meant a manly game He stiffened the doorway. His courage would have been doubled had that been "Diavolo Don't stop me!" gasped the fear-stricken needed. landlord. Crack As our hero fired the third shot at a showing "In here with you," rang the American boy's deter head he felt half a box. oi cartridges dropping into his coat minded voice, "or I empty both guns into you!" pocket There was only a second in which to decide. He turned swiftly to s mile at the gir l. Bussoli's wide open eyes studied those of the boy all in She smiled back at him. ln the hour of deadly danger a flash; then the landlord bolted into the room. her fair face was bright with the grit of the true American But there were great tears of fear in his dull eyes. girl. "Diavolo You have 'ragged me into a death-trap!" "Get back, please," he whispered. "I'm afraid you may hP squeaked. get hit." "It'll be death, all right, if you don't serve us all the "I' m standing by, in cas e you get hit," she murmured way through !" warned the American boy. in his ear. "If you have that misfortune I shall take your "Let me have one of those pistols," ordered John Norplace Poor old Jack isn't steady enough for much." ton, staggering forward :rnd steadying himself at the wall. Crack! Dave had fired for another head that showed "Oh, my son!" cried Mrs Norton. .close to the barrel of a carbine "I'm all right, mother-will be in a minute," came the "Why, you're wounded, too!" cried the girl, in alarm weak but cheery voice of the big fellow. as she espied the blood spots at the top of his left s houlDave, without turning from the doorway, passed back der. one of the pistols, 'vhich Norton eagerly took. I "If I was, I've forgotten it," whispered back Dave "Watch the }andlord, among other people," Dave hinted. Graham, without once taking his eyes away from the top As for our hero, he was still standi11g at the doorway, of the stairs one revolver trained down the corridor toward the head of "But it must be very painful," m:ged the girl, anx the stairs. iously Down that way everything was quiet now. "Not a bit, I assure you, Miss Fair. I'm not thinking "They heard me hold up Bussoli," quivered Dave, "and of it, but of my poor friend, Caroli." they know there's danger in the air. We can look out for "Your friend?" tricks!" "A splendid Corsican chap .who was traveling with me. Dave stood there, while those back of him in the room He stuck to us splendidly, too, though he was wounded were silent, save for the hoarse panting of the terrified I But in getting through the door he failed to follow us. I


8 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. I got that little sting on the shoulder from trying to But outside from the grounds now came a hail m out to see Caroli poor fellow voice. Crack! "Bussoli, where are you? An s wer, knave!" If Morani's bravos wanted to know whether the corridor 1 "Answer, if you want," nodded our hero over his shoul"as still being guarded, they found out that it was. cler. Not once did a head show at tlie head of the stairs but 1 "Most excellent Count," quavered the landlord, "I am it got an instant, answering shot. a prisoner in the room with these infernal Americans!" "D t t h 1 ?" k d D J ",1 pr1soner ?. o you wan o e p. as e ave, m a w 11sper. ,1_ "Of course I do," cried the girl, reproachfully. "EYert so, your excellency!" shook the scared, fat little "Then go and help your cousin to one of the "im1ows. rnan. "I swear it!" He can sit there and keep watch outside. I'm afraid those I "Then you are in a death -trap with your American rascals may use a ladder to a window and sneak in on u s : friends!" called the Count's voice. "Bussoli, Pietri is Like a flash Phoobe was away. She whispered to Jack here "itl1 his men, and he will smoke you all out. Pietri, Norton then anxiously watched the big fellow as she if the knave of a landlord knows your voice." guided 'his steps across the room. "Are you there, Bussoli ?" roared a heavy, bull-like Sinking to his knees beside a window sill, yet with his body shielded by the wall, Norton could easily keep that position as long as his senses remained "But put out the lights, Phoobe, before we open a win dow," whispered her cousin. 'rhe girl hesitated, then darted across the room on tip toe to ask Dave if she should do this. "Yes," nodded our hero. Crack! In a twinkling he "broke" his revolver slip ping in cartridges at lightning speed "But, with the light s out, how can we watch this horrid Corsica n, Bussoli ?" "There'll be a light in the corridor, st ill," Dave 's whis per answered "Stand so that Bussoli i s between you and the light, and you can see :what he does." The lights were quickly out, all save a lamp that glowed clown the corridor, midway between Dave's post and the head of the s tairs. Crack! That was Graham's pistol, aimed at a showi ng head Bang That 'was. the loud report of a carbine from the of the stairs. The Corsican bullet struck the corridor wall not far vojce. \.t that sound the fat little landlord fairly rolled out of his chair, kicking over the floor in his fright. "That's him-Pietri !" shrieked the little landlord, frothing at the mouth in his terror. "That's Pietri, the blackest of the Corsican bandits. Pietri, the Knight of Darkness, himself!" CHAPTER IV. CETRI SENDS THE KILLING ORDER. "Get up on your chair, fellow!" ordered John Norton, s ternly. But Bussoli, stopping his rolling, now lay s very still on the floor save for his shaking. ''Pietri, the Knight of Darkness!" he sobbed, misera bly, in his fright. "Then1 indeed, we are all doomed. Oh, you infernal Americans, you will understand now what you have done to me an honest and innocent man! You have condemned me along \vith yourselves. Piet:ri Even the hand of heaven is withdrawn from us now." "Mis s Fair," called our hero, softly. from where the lamp burned "Yes." "They're trying to shoot the light out, so they can "'V ould you mind getting something hard-something sneak down on us in the dark," throbbed Dave inwardly, hard-and hit.ting that miserable landlord over the head with a swift rush of alarm. "And, by the Great Dewey, j if h e opens his mouth again?" they'll land that trick sooner or later!" ; "I'll do it," replied the girl, vimfully "Silence, now, So far our hero, revolting at the thought of killing a : Bussoli, you weak-hearted rascal!" rnan until it became necessary, now tried his best to hit Crack! That the enemy had not left the head of the the next head that showed. stairs was proved by the appearance of another head. "It's a plain case of our lives or theirs," groaned the A yell followed our hero's shot. boy. "Whatever happens, Morani shan't get at these wo"I must look out that I'm no.t tricked," pondered the men!" boy. "They may provoke me into firing a lot of times and Crack! One of the Morani crowd, growing bolder, exyelling each time making me think I'd hit a bunch of 'em. posed hi s head, one shoulder and carbine in his effort Then they could keep quiet for a longwhile and trick us to get a shot at the wall-lamp down the corridor. into the notion that we'd settled them all, and try to sneak Crack! "Diavolo !" out that way. That would be a fine trap to step into!" "I hit him, all right!" clicked the boy. "As good luck Crack! John Norton had fired from the window at last. next time! Wh:y, if nothing better offers, we may succeed I "Are they creeping forward out there?" called Dan', in shooting up the whole dastardly gang." softly.


TINDER THE VENDETTA' S STEEL. 9 "One fell9w was wriggling this way over the grou nd, and I fired, driving him back," murmured Norton "Pietri will set fire to my inn, and burn us all out!" quavered Bussoli 's broken voice. Crack Phcebe had struck the era ven over the head "It was Caroli, wounded, who worked his way to the fort and assured me that American citizens were being attacked by bandits," replied the French captain "But that fellow, Caroli, had the impudence to tell me that the Count del' Morani led the banaits." with something back there in the dark. But Bussoli 's direful words had, nevertheless, struck terror to all four of these staunch American hearts "Caroli spoke the truth!" protested Dave. "He certainly did," came weakly from John Norton. "Are you all crazy?" demanded Captain Bernadi.,.e, Morani had spoke n of "smoking out." looking suspicious l y around him. "The Count i s one of there was .nothin g to the bandits from I our nobility--,..-a gentleman!" fire to the mn and anyone who I "He led to-night," Dave declared, stubbo rnl y tned to rush out from the blazrng bmldmg. "Monsieur," replied the captain, gravely, "we will not "Lord, there's something going on over yonder!" quiv; discuss it further." ered Norton's low voice, as he peered anxiously out Dave after a swift look at the Frenchman felt certain through the win _dow. "A lot figures scurrying. And that officer really doubted the charge. now oth e rs commg forward. I ve got to try a s hot at "You have been imposed upon. You are over-excited," that, whatever it is!" declared the French captain coolly Crack! The fl.ash and the r eport of Norton's pistol was "Perhaps you doubt," Dave, "that there have fol},owed by an : . been any bandits about." Stop that, you imb ecile Stop that, m the name of "Oh I think there have been bandits here though it is "h F h G t ,,, I ' t e 'renc overnrnen a lonotime s ince they have troubl e d us aro und Barria "The Fre n c h Government!" quaver e d Dave, joyously. answ:ied Bernadine. "Certainly I heard shots up he;e "Can it be that h e lp has come from the fort?" : while I listened to the tale of Si g nor Caroli." "Who are you?" cha ll e ng ed J ohn orton I "Did you encounter any of the bandits?" demanded our "Captain Bernadine, of the French A rmy, with a cle: h ero. tachment of infantry," came the prompt a n swer. "Are you the Americans?" "Yes, yes!" "The n stop your firing while I march my men nearer." "Watch out for tricks, Norton," warned Dave. "You can bet I'm watching, lad!" Nor did our h e ro once relax his watchfulness along that Captain Bernadine turned a broadly smiling face to the American boy. "Meet them?" h e chuckled. "Little danger of that. You may be sure that the rascal s had scouts down towards the fort. When I s tarted with m y detachment the scouts brought word on the wing, and the bandits have fled, as u s u a l. The y are safe in the deep forests by this time." corridor. "01 "t' 11 ht ,, all d N t 1 t 1 t "I "But Caroli?" urged Dave. "Is he badly hurt?" i i s a ng c e I or on joyous y, a as I ' The Frenchman shrugged his should e rs can see the French umforms." A minute later they heard the steady tread of infantry "Not so badly, my surgeon tells me, but that Signor : Caroli will be walking his wa_v in a few days. on the porch. "Your surgeon ?" asked Mrs. Norton, moving quickly Then a voice called up the sta irs: "I am Captain Bernadin e I am coming upstairs. forward. "Can you bring him, s ir, to attend my son?" Don t fire." j "W11y, mother,'' protested the athlete, "I don't n eed a But Dave held his revolver in r e adin e s s until he behe ld surg eon." \ first the baggy uniform of tbe French infantry, and then But, even as he s poke, John Norton fell over on the the short stou t littl e officer who was inside the uniform. floor un conscious. ' "Corne on, sir," b egged our overjoyed hero, lower i ng With an exclamation Captain B er nadine ran to the his weapon. young man 's s ide and b ent over him . Phcebe Fair flew to provicle lights in the room J "It i s 1 a bad wound in th e c h est," murmured the Dave saluted as the officer passed throuo-h the doorway Frenchman. "But I do not think it will prove really dan-o I and followed him in. gerous." "So you hav e actually met the bandits, a lmost under "You can get your s urgeon though?" insisted Mrs. my official nose?" demanded the Frenchman. Norton, who was on her knee s at the other side of her son. "Bandits?" echoed Dave. "Oh, yes, and had a sample "I will send one of my rpe n for the surge on at once," 0 your Corsican nobility t oo!" promised the Frenchman, rising. "Our nobility?" demand ed Captain B ernadi ne. "Have Going to the door, he called loudly. You too had a touch of the s un-strok e that soure d the From below a voice answered in French. ' wit s of that-fellow Caroli?" "You, Bussoli ?" demanded Captain Bernadine, after "(\uoli ?" echoed Dave joyously. "Then you have seen calling out hi s order "What hav e .mu to say, Mon s ieur him?" Landlord? Do you know who the bandits


10 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "On my soul, I do not!" quavered the landlord, stand ing on his feet but still shaking badly. "What have you to say, Bussoli, as to the Count del' .Marani? Diel you see or hear him here?" "Not since be returned from taking the ladies on a drive, captain," protested Bussoli. "'l'hen, of course, the Count had nothing to do with any attack here?" persisted the captain "Assuredly not, captain," lied the fat little landlord, glibly. "As I thought," nodded the Frenchman "But tell me, Bussoli, have you really any idea who did lead the ban dits?" "Not an idea, captain," cried the landlord. "You-you liar gasped Dave, glaring witheringly at the little knave But. Bussoli, w ith the captain beh ind him, was now "If you cannot show me proper respect in my own inn you may leave it," he declared, pompously. "Oh, we'll leave it all right by the l steamer in the morn ing, I reckon,'' huffed Dave. "That is, if poor Norton is in fit shape to be moved aboard the steamer." "My surgeon will see to it that he is, I imagine," sug gested Captain Bernadine. "As soon as my surgeon comes I will take my leave of the ladies and march my men back to the fort." "What's that, sir?" uttered Dave, aghast. "What on earth was that proposition, captain? Did I hear you rightly?" "I am about to march my men back," the Frenchman answered, a bit stiffly. "And leave us to the mercy of the bandits?" "They have been scattered.:' 1 "They can return when you leave." "I do not think they will." "Pardon me, captain, but have you any right, sir, to think like that? What would your government be able to Ray to the United States Government if you withdraw, leaving us without protection, and the bandits sneaked back in here and wound us up? What answer could your government make to ours?" "But I cannot keep my men up all night," argued Ber nadine "Even soldiers must have their sleep." "Then you will allow us to sleep to-night within the fort?" "We have no accommodations there for ladies," replied the officer. "Then can you see that we are taken out to the steam ship to-night?" "No one is allowed aboard that vessel until two hours after daybreak." "Then, captain," protested Dave, strongly, "surely you do not mean to leave helpless American women exposed to any attaok: that the bandits may see fit to return and make." "Oh, I see," sighed Bernadine, "that I shall have to leave a sergeant and some men here to guard the inn." The surgeon, a thin, nervous, active but very polite little man of forty, was soon at the inn. He declared that John Norton, who had been revived to consciousness, had an excellent chance to recover. The surgeon volunteered to remain through the night, and declared that he could put his patient coinfortably aboard. the steamship in the morning. Caroli was in the hospital at the fort, where he would remain until the steamer sailed. "So everything is attended to now," smiled Dave. "But pardon, monsieur, you yourself are wounded," re marked the surgeon, glancing at the boy's shoulder. "Oh, if mine was the worst there was here," laughed Dave, "we wouldn't have spoiled your night's rest by send ing for you. Neverthe less, the llttle surgeon insisted on washing and binding Dave's "scratch," as our hero contemptuously de scribed it. "Let me help you on with that coat," begged Phrebe, as Dave turned away fron1 the care of the surgeon 'rhen, after having helped him on with the garment, the girl took his right hand between both her hands and look ed earnestly into his eyes "Are you aware, fellow-American," she asked, "that we haven't thanked you yet? That we don't even know your name?" "But that is easily remedied," laughed Dave, and he introduced himself. "It was a splendid, noble thing, the way you defended us," cried Mrs. Norton, leaving her son, who lay on a sofa now, and crossing the room to rest a hand on our hero's shoulder. "I will take my leave now, ladies," announced the cap tain, bowing. "But I will leave my sergeant and some of my soldiers. Have no fear. You will be wholly safe through the night." Dave soon excused himself and \vent down to the porch. He knew that Mrs. Norton and Phrebe would want to be alone with Jack Norton, and also that the ladies would need some rest before they went aboard the French steam er in the morning. "I shall see you called in time," Dave promised. "In a. few hours we shall be away from Barria forever." Our hero went down on the porch. Here, besides the sergeant, he found eight soldiers, a guard that ought to be sufficient, especially as the two Frenchmen on sentry duty appeared to ?e wholly on the alert Dave did not feel like going to his room. The night being warm and balmy, he seated himself in a great chair on the "Will you have the extreme kindness to see that I am called just at daylight?" he asked of the sergeant. Receiving that fellow's prompt promise, our hero leaned back in a big chair, closed his eyes, and at last fell asleep.


I UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. 11 He awoke once in the night, but found the French guard s till alert, so closed his eyes and went off once more to sleep. "Monsieur, daylight will be here in a few minutes," s ounded the voice of the sergeant in his ear as that officer shook the boy's s ound shoulder Dave awoke promptly, got up, stretched and rubbed his eyes. Then be took a few turns about the porch, but halted suddenly in consternation. Enough daylight had come to see things distinctly, even at a distance. "Sergeant cried our hero, excitedly, seizing the fellow's arm and pointing. "Well, monsieur?" "Look at the harbor .!" "Well? I see it, monsieur." "But the steamer I" "What-" "There's no steame r in the harbor I" panted our hero. "Surely enough, you are right, monsieur!" muttered the sergeant, rubbing his eyes, then looking again "That steamship sai led in the night I" "And there. won't be another for a week?" "Surely not, monsieur!" Dave's h ead began to swim. "Pardon, signor," broke in Bussoli's sha king voice. "But I have just come across a letter that is addressed to you. I have thought that--" But DaYe Graham, breaking in short on the rascally landlord, snatched the paper from the other's hands. It was a note signed by the single name of Pietri-a nolc cf w arni ng that the American party must perish. DaYc rend but haltingly in Italian, yet he made out the gist of i he note. Then he passed it to the sergeant. "l\Ierciful heaven!" crossing himself, after a look at the uole. "From all that we have heard hereabouts of Pietri, I am very thankful that that note is not addressed to me." CHAPTER V. AtL FOR THE LOVE OF FIGHT. "Then, monsieur--" "When my friends go, I will stay behind," promised Dave Graham. "And you will help me." "I will help you to run down this Pietri." "Ah, but that is magnificent!" cried Captain Berna dine. "I am extremely anxious to capture this daring rascal. It will mean my promotign, for one thing." "And I'll take as much pleasure out of his capture as you will," Dave remarked. "Why, may I ask, monsieur?" demanded the captain. "Why?" repeated Dave. "Why, simply because the fellow thought he could drive me away from Barria by threat s I'm too much of an American to run away from the man who threatens me. Let the women get safely away from the danger of harm, a11d let them get poor old wounded Jack Norton away with them, and then, captain, I shall be glad to work with you day and night to run Pietri down and finish him. And I'm sorry we can t run down the Count de!' Morani with him!" Captain Bernadine shrugged his shoulders "So, monsieur, you have not yet got over the notion about the Count's part in that attack?" It was Dave 's turn to shrug his own shoulders. Good fellow though Captain Bernadine was, that officer could not possibly be made to believe that a nobleman had taken active part with brigands. It was five days now since the attack. In that time Caroli had recovered enough to be about. John Norton was still in bed, though able to be up a little while each day. It was likely to be some weeks, though, ere this strap ping American athlete could hope to be himself again. But when the steamer came in two or three days later he would at least be well enough to be taken aboard to sail for France. It was his first duty to get his aunt and his pretty cousin away from danger. Count Marani had even had the impudence to try to c(an on the Americans, but they had refused point-blank to see him. A sergeant and a guard were all the time at the inn, though there appeared to be no need of their being there. And every day Captain Bernadine called. He spoke gravely to the ladies, then devoted himself to a chat with Dave. Truth to tell, this middle-aged captain had taken a great liking to this bright American boy. Dave Teminded him much of his own adventurous youth, when, as a dashing sub-lieutenant of cavalry in Algiers, the captain had had all manner of daring adven tures with the tribesmen and bandits of that country. "Your friend Caroli, does not go about much now," ob-served the captain, presently. "I don't see as much of him as I did," Dave admitted. "Is he showing the white feather?" half-jeered the captain. "I don't believe that," Dave replied, warmly. "Italian though he is, and afraid as hd is with reason -0f these bandits, he stuck to us like a man the night of the attaek. Why, through his serving us, he is now under the ban of the vendetta." "So are you," smiled the captain. "But my case is different. I almost courted tlie anger of the bandits." "You stood by your friends. That is just what Caroli did." f "But these fellow-Americans were not my friends at


12 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. that time. I stood by my own country-people. Caroli has Dave looked at the fellow coolly. risked all in standing by a friend from another country." "Count," he asked, "have you any objection to my call"How long since your have seen Caroli?" ing a couple of tho s e soldiers yonder, that they may "Why, now I think of it, not since breakfast this mornwhat you have to say to me?" ing. And I was wishing he had been here to hear that But Marani s hrugged his s houlder s with equal coolness. ballad singer who was around early this forenoon." "Those soldiers, signor, should make you think how "Oh, that half-witted singer? The ragged fellow, with important my friendship i s hereabouts. But for me those a voice like an angel's? He was down at the fort. Well, soldiers would not be necessary." my brave American, I must leave you, for the afternoon "You bore me, Count," protested the boy, coldly, hiding is nearly spent." a yawn behind his hand. Bernadine arose and went off down the path toward the Morani's eyes flashed at that intentional insult. village. "Oh, very well, since you will not have my proffered By the time that he was safely away Phcebe, a vision in friendship--" white, came out upon the porch. "You'll take it elsewhere?" cried Dave, with sudden, "I was waiting until I saw the captain go," she smiled. mock enthusiasm. Now, that'll be fine! Gootl-by, "He is such a prosy fellow." Count "Isn't that ungrate.ful," asked Dave, "when these1 solMarani looked as if about to talk, but choked, changed diers are here through the captain's friendliness?" his mind, then walked noisily back to his horse. 'Mount" Oh," yes, oi course," she nodded. "I didn't mean to ing, he rode away. say anything slighting of your friend, the captain, Mr. It was dull after that, with only the sergeant to talk to, Graham." for ever since that memorable night of the attack Bussoli "Don't turn around," advised Dave, in a low voiee. had kept out of the boy's way. "There's Marani, waiting to catch our eyes, so he can raise But there was more life again when the evening meal his hat." was served. The Count, gotten up as usual-that is to say, as a That took place in one of Mrs. Norton's rooms, Dave dandy-was even then riding past the gate at the end of being always an invited guest at dinner. the drive. Jack Norton, lying on a sofa, had his meal with them. As he sat on his horse just then he presented a figure But Dave, who always knew better than to intrude, and an air of dash that was likely to captivate many a girl. withdrew soon after the meal. But Dave, shrugging his shoulders, turned them on the It was seven o'clock. Unless Phcebe came downstairs young nobleman. there were three long hours to be spent on the porch, with Phcebe did not turn around at all, so that the Count only the sergeant to talk to, until bed-time. seemed likely to have his ride by the inn for nothing. "Where can Caroli be? Has he skipped? Or been "Just rise and step into the house," counselled Dave, in caught? I don t blame him for doing the first thing, but the same low voice. I hope the second hasn t happened to him." "ls that the Count's horse I hear?" murmured Phcebe, For Dave had not been wholly truthful in saying that risi ng. he did not know where Caroli was. "Yes." In fact, our hero had paid Caroli twenty dollars in good Without a word, the girl rose and gliaed inside the inn. American money to undertake a desperate piece of work. But Dave kept his seat on the porch chair until Marani, As twenty dollars in our money is a large sum in Corriding up to the porch, sprang from saddle, tied his horse, sica, Caroli had eagerly undertaken the task. then came jauntily, cheekily up on to the porch. I He had been, in fact, the half-witted singer of ballads, "The day's best wishes to you, signor," saluted the who, after singing in Barria, and taking up what small Count, impudently, though bowing politely. coin he could, had started over the mountains as if to go "My best wish," quoth Dave, without turning around, to the next town. "is to be alone." Dave had begun to be worried. He was pacing the "Ah You do not care to see me?" porch, a little after eight in the evening, when Caroli "I shall be a little better pleased if I never see you arrived, still disguised. again, Count." But Dave paid no heed ail' his friend loitered around. "Ah! You Americans do not forget, do you?" As quickly as he could, though, Caroli slipped into the "Some things we do not, Count." inn and presently came out in his oorn garb and looking Marani stepped around so that he could chain Dave's once more like himself. gaze. "Since you remember so well, my friend," he cried in a low voice, though warningly, "why do you not also re member that I am powerful here, and that it is yet two or three days before there will b e a steamer here?" "Well?" whispered Dave, as the Corsican slipped into a chair beside him. "I have seen Pietri," whispered Caroli, hoarsely. "Good enough! In camp?" "No, but close to that camp, I believe."


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL: 13 "Te ll me a ll about it," Dave begged. l"So was I. Nothing else that we can do can make Pietri "There is but little to tell," Caroli answered, slowly. hate us any more than he does now." ''About four miles from here, up in the mountains, I fell "Pietri is a terrible fellow," whispered Caroli, "but he in with two fellows who lQoked like laborers. But they is not the real bandit." paid me a few copper coins to sing for them. While I was "Do you mean that he is an agent?" singing Pietri came along. Then others joined. I was "His is the a.rm that strikes," whispered Caroli, ner-paicl a couple of francs, and so continued to sing until vously, "but I am certain that he is only the arm for-" dark. Then they left me, one or two at a time." The poor Corsican hesitated, as if it were deadly to "That must have been near their camp J then," Dave speak the name even when backed by soldiers. concluded, quickly. "And now, to see the good captain at "You mean that Marani is the real bandit? The real the fort to-night." thief? The real man of vengeance?" persisted Dave. "Pardon, gentlemen," broke in one of the soldiers, ap "I have said enough," replied Caroli, shrugging his proaching; "but in the road, at the gate, I found this note, shoulders. "So have J.OU, my very dear friend." addressed to Signor Caroli." "Hush! We are within a quarter of a mile of where I Caroli quickly broke the seal of the envelope. met Pietri yesterday. See! There's a distant village." As he read his face turned to a sickly green. His fin"And you meet him again," growled a low voice from gers trembled as he passed our hero a paper on which was the very bush at their side. written: A figure flew through the air as a rocket falls. The "Pietri knows what you have been doing, and now he dislikes you more than ever!" bearded man ll!.nded at their feet, his arm uplifted, the Corsican steel fl.ashing as it drove straight for Caroli's breast. "Did you see the fellow who There was not even time for Dave Graham's Corl5ican dropped this note?" de-friend to dodge back out of death's way. mantled Dave, quickly. "No, sir," replied the soldier. "Have you seen anyone loitering about?" "No, sir." "Then who has passed?" "Only the usual teamsters, mule-drivers and laborers," replied the soldier. OHAPTER VI. TWO CAN PLAY AT DISGUISES. Dave rose quickly. But Dave, at whom the blow was not driven, had caught "Sergeant," he asked, "will you be good enough to sight of the flying figure just an instant before Caroli .had. order one of your soldiers to follow us down to the fort?" Cr-r-r-rack It was Dove's fist that landed, crushingly, "At once, by the captain's orders," came the quick reply. on the enemy's jaw. Dave and Caroli made their quickest way down to the Corsican treachery was no match for Dave Graham's little fort at the harbor's edge. Yankee football grit. "Oh, you will be the death of my poor legs!" groaned "Why, it's Pietri, the Knight of Darkness himself!" Captain Bernadine when he had heard what Dave wanted. shuddered Caroli, reeling back upon the soldiers. "But is your promotion dear at the cost of sore feet?" "I'll pound the heart out of him !" gritted Dave. c1emanded the American boy. Our hero butted forward, head down, instantly aftP.r "Naturally not," laughed the captain. "And it must landing with his fist. be as you say-the must be made at two in the mornThe boy's head struck the foe amidships, while he was ing. It shall be done!" still staggering from the work of the fist. * * * * That sent the wretch reeling. At six o'clock the next morning Bernadine, a sergeant As the fellow fell the young Yankee fell with him, gi;ipand twenty soldiers left the fort, taking an unfrequented ping hard at the wrist of the hand which had held the path toward the mountains. knife. They were well up in the hills when day broke. That knife now lay on the ground a yard or two away. Caroli was l e ading the way, but Dave, unwilling to see Whack! whack! The boy's fist rose and fell with hamhis friend alone at the post of danger, walked beside him. mer-like force. Back of them ; almost in single file, came the officer and In five seconds as many blows had been rained down on his men. ,the bandit's face. "Of course if Pietri's note meant anything, it means One eye was closed, Pietri's nose was bleeding and two that I was suspected, and had been followed back to where or his front teeth were loose. I removed my disguise," Caroli whispered. "And now I "If you are the dog Pietri, surrender!" gruffly comE>hall not be safe anywhere in Corsica while Pietri lives." mantled Captain Bernadine, running up and presenting "You were marked for teath before," smiled back Dave. the point of 11is sword at the bandit's breast.


I 14 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "Oh, he'll surrender all right, when I get through with was simple, with the way in which you g.rappled with him, him!" gritted the American boy. my American." Whack! whack whack! "It wasn't hard to grapple with him," our hero laughed. H e had caught the Corsican foul from the start, and he "That's what we le arn in the American game of football." was following up his advantage on a dazed wretch. "Football! If I were npt too old I would learn it." "That's for Miss Fair, this for her aunt," cried the boy, "You'd make a winner, even now, captain," smiled pummelling. "And thi s big one for Jack Norton, the Dave. athlete. Here's one for Caroli-and now for myself!" BElrnadine lau ghed, not having any idea how his short, With that Dave let go his hold at the bandit's wrist,: fat figure would look on the gridiron of the great Americlutching with both hands at Pietri's throat. I can game. "Captain," called Dave, without lookin g up, and while Bang! gun, discharged at their rear, was. the still pummelling, "why don't you throw your men out mstant alarm that made Dave Graham wheel hke a around us? Do you want to be surprised by a r escue flash and go sprmtmg back. party?" The first squad of the main was dashing into the Thus aroused, Bernadine quickly, sharply posted his brush, two or three of the men finng recklessly a s they went. men. Dave followed them. Captain Bernadine came panting "Now, call two of your men here to tie the wretch," up by the time that both squads of the main guard had Dave hinted, halting at last. met in the half-jungle before the deep forest. It was time he halted-time for Pietri, anyway. There stood the sergeant, his face the picture of woe, That bandit's face looked more like a piece of raw meat wringing his hands, while his comrades clustered around. than it did like anything human. Dave, first on the scene and grim l y und ersta nding it "We can hardl y punish the knave, now, by executing all, said nothing-nothing, at least, above bis breath. him," declared Captain Bernadine, as he looked on at the "We ll blunderbuss?" roared the captain. "What ha ye tying "He has had worse punishment from this JOUng you done?" fiend of an American." "I'm the son of misfortune," wailed the sergeant, a "I'1v sorry I didn't give the fellow more," grumbled man of thirty .Dave. "But what would have been the u se? He was get"If h 't h ht t b t d D t b' lf . ,, e am e oug o e, grun e ave o 1mse tmg ,too groggy to know JUSt what he was gettmg. i "What happened, blockhead?" demanded the captain, ."I never saw a man punished worse," agreed the cap-i angrily. tam. J "The prisoner got away." "Well, sir, your promotion should be won now," mut"That much I can see for myself, blockhead," retorted tered Dave, looking into the Frenchman's eyes. "You B e rnadine, more angrily. -"But how? He was tied, and have only to get your man safely back to Barria." you were supposed to have sharp eyes." "Even that is attended with its muttered "But a comrade of the fellow's darted out of a bush, Bernadine, gravely. tripped me, and-whisk !-they were both out of sight!" "That i s your business. I won' t advise you." "How soon did you fire your first shot?" B e rnadine quickly made his disposition of his men. "As soon as I could get on my feet." Four were sent ahead. "And you me'n at the rear of the sergeant?" demai+ded Four more WtJi'e sent to the rear to guard that end of Captain Bernadine, searching out the men with his eyes, the column. I "could you not run up in time to overtake the prisoner The main body consisted of twelve soldiers. when you saw whai was being done?" But these were divided into two squads of six each, one "But we did not see, captain," answered one of the squad a hundred yards ahead of the prisoner, and the men promptly. "A turn in the road shut out our view. other the same distance behind him. We ra.n like the mischief as soon as we heard the shot Bernadine, Caroli and our hero trudged along between But Pietri was out of sight by then." the advance guard and the first squad of the main body. "What do you think of s uch blockheads?" growled the if your prison er tries to escape, kill him captain, turning to hero. "And I see my promotion before you do anything else," rang the captain's voice, gone!" sharply "If anyone tries to rescue him again, kill!" "You'd better look at your sergeant's back, then," mur"Yes, my captain." mined Dave, in a voice so low that only the captain heard "Be alert, sergeant." "What mean you?" "To the death, my captain!" "Surely the sergeant has not thought to brush his For a mile and a half the little column marched 1 clothes," replied the American boy. "Look for the dust out molestation. or the dirt on his clothes, where he fell when he W!rS "It was easier than I had dared to dream," Bernadine I tripped confessed at last. "Pietri all but arrested himself. It "I hain't thought of that."


Ur DER THE VEN D E TTA'S) S TEEL. 1 5 Crafti l y the captain moved around his sergeant. His walk of inspection brought him back to our hero "I hadn't thought of that before," replied Bernadine, in English, a tongue that none of the soldiers understood. "There's not a bit of dust' or dirt on the fellow's uniform "He must have brushed it off, then, i n going through the bushes. But there is another test." "What?" "Ask your sergeant to take you back to the exact spot where Pietri escaped?" "I don't see what is in your mind, M. Graham, but whatever it is the fellow might take us back to the wrong spot." "Then the men who "ere behind him can prove him a lia r," shot Dave, qnickl) "Sergeant," said the captain, smldenly, "take us back to tl1e spot where Pietri l eft yon-the exact spot, mind, as can be proved by your comrades." "Surely, captain," whincJ i he sergeant, his face paling, "you do not suspect--" "Take me back to the spot-the real spot!" thundered Bernadine. In silence the sergeant led the way "Here is the exact spot, my captain," announced the $Crgeant at last. Bernadine stood l ooking a ll about him Our hero did the same "You said that Pietri's comrade leaped upon you from a bush," hinted Dave at last \ r ell, that was the truth," declared the sergeant "From which bush did he leap?" ""\Yhy, this one right here," .declared the sergeant, pointing to a large clump at his left Dave stepped cautiously up to the bush, peering at the gro u nd inside the clump "You say, sergeant," questioned our hero, "that the accomplice leaped out upon you from this bush?" "That I' would swear to!" cried the fellow, with energy. "It is strange," murmured Dave, "that a fellow crouching in this clump made no prints with his feet With an oath Captain Bernadine was at our hero's side "You are right," he cried, suspiciously "There are no marks of feet here." The sergeant's face had grown much paler He trem bl ed, and something seemed choke in his throat. "But these seem to be you r p r ints, sergeant," went on Dave, exploring close to the path. "Here is w h ere you sprang into the bushes as you fired "Yes," admitted the sergeant. "There is no use in looking on this side of the road any further, then," murm u red Dave in the captai n's ea r They crossed the road to the other side, pee r ing i n carefu ll y among the bushes "Now, here's what must have been the print of P ietri's o wn foot, as he started on the r u n through the bus h Dave s u ggested, call i ng the capta i n to h i s side and pointing t o the gro u nd. "You see the way it points, captain. ,. S u ppose we go a littl e w ay in that directi on? Ah! See this !" Dave stooped, b u t was q u ick l y up w ith a tang l e d mass of cut rope in his hand. "Onl y t hir ty feet o r so fro m t h e r oa d, c ried the boy, triumphant ly, "and yet we mu s t b e lieve that Pietri and bis comrade halted whi l e t h e othe r fe llo w cut the bond s from Pietri's arms "That is absurd!" tremb l ed Capt a i n B e rnadine. "Captain, it not be as well to have a look a.t y our Rergeant's knife?" The French officer turned as soon as l).e heard the word Striding back to the road, wher e t h e p a llid s ergeant trembling u nde r a tree, the c aptain requested, quietly : "Sergean t you r k n ife Le t me see it. "Bu t, my captain--" "Your knife, ser geant!" Trembling worse tha n eve r the serge an t thrus t his hand into a trousers pocket, bri n ging for th a clas p knife. Bernadine snatched it from him, ha ul i n g t he b lade open. "'J'wo or three l ittle shr eds of rope fibre still stic kin g to the blade," anno u nced the captai n q u ietly but danger ously. "Fellow, you are a far g r eater b lockh e ad than I had supposed Sergeant, hand your g un t o a comrade." "But, my captain--" bega n the f e llow, h o ar s ely. "Your gun to a comrade, sergea n t So Blouet an d Cassignac, the blockhead of a sergea n t is y o u r prison e r See to it that he does not escape, as P iet r i d id." Trern bling so that he could b u t bare l y stand, the ser geant needed he l p from his gua rds in ord e r to walk a l ong "And I was on the poin t of believing the s coundrel!" exploded Captain Bernadine. "Ah my you n g American you are truly cleve r, a n d I am but an o ld ass to o stupid to merit the promotio n t hat now I assur e dl y s hall not get." "You're not going to try to find Pietri now?" Dave asked, in a of deep disappoi n t m ent. Bernadine shr u gged his sho ulder s "What would be the use?" he asked, dull y These Corsicans are true foxes. Now t hat Pietri ha s had ten minutes the start of us, a yea r 's purs uit w ould not br i ng us to him. No ; our last chance o f findin g him is gone. Fo r m, my men, and we w ill go back to t own to l e t th e s ill y girls l augh at us. And a ll beca use one of your number was a knave, false to his cou ntry ancl to hi s comrad es!" "But how, do you figure, did P ietri ever pe r s uade the sergeant to help him?" Dave quer i ed, as he trudg ed along once more between B ernadine a n d Caroli "Are you no t cleve r e n o u g h to guess that, my Ameri can?" "Perhaps I coul d g uess, b u t you m i g h t do it bett e r, cap tain. Was your ser geant scar ed by a threat that the b a nd woul d assassi n a t e h i m ? Or did h e f}Ccept Pietri's of some great reward to b paid to him?"


18 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "I cannot guess," replied Bernadine, whose face now expressed nothing but int' ense despair. And so the column returned to town, stumped, minus the prisoner that had been. "I'm thankful, at least," Dave said, at parting with the Qaptain, "that we found your rascally sergeant out." "Why?" "Because at times the fellow has been in command of the guard at the inn. Suppose he had sold us out to Pietri? I shudder to think of it!" "That would not have been so easy," replied the cap tain. "The fellow's comrades are a loyal lot. 'l'hey would have blocked his game." "But I shall feel safer now, captain, when the steamer sails with the ladies. I shall stick to them to defend them day and night now. Not until they are safe out of the island of Corsica shall I have any heart for following you on the trail of Pietri." "We are not likely that soon to have fresh track of the scoundrel, Bernadine answered, gloomily. "Pie tri is sometimes caught, but never held. He has friends everywhere in this district.'' Dave's first move, on reaching the inn, was to find out that Phcebe and her aunt were still safe. Then he told them, briefly, what had happened. "And now I must go to breakfast," he declared. "Won't you have your breakfast in this room, Mr. Graham?" asked Mrs. Norton. "To tell the truth," Dave confessed, "I shall be better iile ased to if I may invite Caroli here, too." "By all means invite him," assented Mrs. Norton. "But why better pleased to be here?" "Because I do not dare to have you ladies out of my sight until I see you off on the steamer," our hero an swered. "And then you will be going with us?" suggested Phcebe, smilingly. But Dave shook his head. ."Not going with us?" cried the girl. "Miss Fair, as soon as that steamer has passed out of the harbor I shall spend all my time and thought in help ing the French captain to run down the rascal who has 11poiled your visit here." "By Jove, I'd like to remain to help you!" cried Jack Norton, with enthusiasm. "You couldn't be of any use for weeks, old fellow," Dave answered. "I suppose not," sighed Norton, ruefully. "But, by ginger, 'you won't have Pietri run down in weeks, either Tell you what, Dave, as soon as I'm fit to stand up and tramp around a bit, I'll come back here and help you." "John," cried Mrs. Norton, protestingly. "I mean it, mother. Do you think I'd let one American stand all alone in a fight of this kind? And when his part in the fight came through his standing by us?" "Good for you, Jack," cried Phcebe:, running over and .lr.itising her big eousin. Dave and Caroli had breakfast together in that room. Later the ladies excused themselves to dress. Caroli, wishing to smoke a cigarette, adjourned to the porch, where Dave followed them. They were the only occupants of the porch. As they sat there that dull, hot morning, all that hap pened at first to attract their attention, was the driving into the inn yard of a peddler of vegetables. As he drove around to the rear Dave noted only that the driver had a canvas tarpaulin thrown over his stock. Out at the rear of the inn Bussoli's voice could be heard a;; he haggled with the peddler. After some fifteen minutes the peddler drove away again. The sergeant now in charge of the little guard at the inn sat out under a tree, drowsily smoking a cigarette. One soldier paced the driveway as a sentry. The other soldiers were drowsing under a tree not far from the sergeant. It was a drowsy morning altogether. Caroli, having fin ished three cigarettes, lay back in his chair, his eyes closed. Dave caught himself nodding. He awoke with a start, looking at his watch. "Why, Phcebe ought to be down," he muttered. He waited fifteen minutes more, then went up and tapped on Mrs. Norton's door. "Come in," called Jack. "I-I came to see where Miss Fair was," hesitated Dave. "Why, isn't she down with you?" demanded Mrs. Nor ton, quickly. me?" gasped Dave. "I haven't seen her!" "Why, Bussoli came here and said--" "Did that rascal take her away?" demanded Dave, turn-ing white. "Certainly he did." "The scoundrel!'' Dave stopped to say no more, but darted through the corridor and down the stairs. On the porch the first one he met was Bussoli. Dave's swift, vengeful fist knocked the landlord down-and out, too! "Sentry!" called Dave, sharply. "Did the young lady leave the grounds?" "No, sir," came the soldier's quick answer. "Miss Fair, Miss Fair!" called the boy, running around the porch. There was no answer. Dave Graham knew now that his worst fears had been realized. "Caroli, wake up; wake up, man!" screamed the boy, shaking his Corsican friend. "Two can play at disguises! That vegetable peddler! He was never here before! They have overpowered Miss Fair and have taken her away under that canvas tarpaulin I"


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "Yes, if her spirit gets free play," Dave hinted. "But 'CHAPTER iVII. what will happen if she finds herself, month after month, still a hopeless prisoner somewhere in these great moun"THA.'.1.1 1SN'T THE WAY A YANKEE FIGHTS!" tains? Suppose the Count shows lier that the only way to get back into the world is as his Countess? What His face wholly white, Dave stood in Mrs. Norton's then?" room, telling Phcebe's ,aunt and cousin what had hap"But all this is suggesting nothing," wailed Mrs. Norpened. ton. "We are not taking a single step ." "Get to Captain Bernadine as quickly as you can!" There came a knock at the door. implored Jack Norton. "The card of the Count del' Morani," Dave announced. "I suppose it must be reported to the captain," said "Not in to the Count, now or at any other time," said Dave, moodily. "But little good that will do." \Jack, quickly, without even looking at his mother. "The military is our only hope," cried Mrs. Norton. "You heard!" said Dave, crisply, handing the card back "Then the hope is small," declared Dave, wretchedly. I tv the servant, and closing the door in the fellow's face. "But the quicker you get the military out--" began "Was that advisable?" asked Mrs. Nort on, looking at Norton. our hero as soon as they heard the serva nt's departing "It will be half an hour at the eaxliest before Bernasteps. dine can have a column of men started," groaned Dave. "Yes," nodded our hero. "The only thing that can be "By this time the wagon is already well away from Barria, done. We must have no part with the Count." and Pl1cebe is being taken-somewhere-through the al-Another knock. It was Caroli's . most trackless forest by that human fox, Pietri." "I went for the good captain," announced the Corsican, "That infernal wretch, Bussoli," raged Jack Norton. as our hero opened the door to him. "He is here-below." "Whatever else happens, he mustn't escape punishment." "Will you be good enough to ask him to come up?" "I knocked him down and out," Dave stated. "And Dave asked. I've placed him under arrest. The soldiers are holding "That's the first right move," approved Jack as Caroli him until they hear from their captain." started below. Norton, realizing now the uselessness of rushing the Captain Bernadine looked troubled i11deed as he entered military out on a trail that had already grown cold, was the room. in a little calmer frame of mind. "This is terrible news," he cr ied. "Terrible! It will "Have you any plan at all, Dave?" he asked. get me in great trouble with my government. But I have "Not yet." at least some good news for you?" "They won't kill the poor child, will they?" sobbed "What?" cried our hero, eagerly. Mrs. Norton. "The Count del' Morani--" "Are they holding her for ransom, do you think?" ques"Has just been hanged, or had an apoplectie stroke?" tioned J aek Norton. mocked young Graham. "I can only say I don't know to both your questions," "No. His excell e ncy, the Count, has offered to go with Dave shivered. "But if any harm happens to Phcebe Fair, our searching expedition, and he will add some of his own one thing is as certain as that the sky hangs over u s." men to mine to serve as trailers." "What?" breathed Jack. To his great astonishment, Captain Bernadille looked "I'll find the way to kill the Count del' at three blank faces. "Is his hand in this?" cried Jack Norton, hoarsely. "Captain," $11id our hero, grimly, "it is difficult for us "Unless I've been fooled," Dave gritted, vengefully, to be pleased by anything that the Count does." "Morani is the real head of the band. It's the means by "But the Count is our only hope," cried the Frenchwhich he supports his rank." man, warmly. "I'll pay any money to get the child back!" sobbed "Then we're without hope," sig hed Dave. "But tell us, Mrs. Norton. captain, you have decided to push a column of men o u t "That wcruldn't bring her back," negatived Dave. into the mountains?" "What do you mean?" demanded Jack, his face paling "At once! I hastened here as fast as I could run, but another shade my men must be in the road without by this time. And "The Count wanted to marry Phcebe. He still does. the Counts starts with us. He has sent a messenger to Bussoli once let out that the Count had spent nearly all order some of his men to join the column." of his money in the effort to fascinate Phcebe Fair. Now, "Then the Count must go?" if the Count wants to marry Phcebe, do you think he'd "Yes," answered Bernadine, rather stiffly. consider a ransom as against getting her fortune itself?" He himself regarded the Count del' Morani as a gen But you forget that Phcebe has spirit," cried Jack, tleman. He could not understand wl1y these Americans warmly. "I firmly believe the girl would die sooner than should persist in a different view. marry the fellow." "I start at once," added Bernadine.


18 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. "Yours truly, then," sighed Dave. He shook hands with Mrs. Norton and her son, added a few words of encouragement that he himself did not feel and followed the Frenchman down the stairs. * * * * It was dusk, and some thirty men, having eaten, were preparing to go into camp for the night. Count Marani had been joined, as planned, by four of his own woodsmen. 'Dave and Caroli were also present. As for the rest, they were Captain Bernadine, two ser geants, three corporals and a detail of infantry soldiers. All th_ e rest of that day until now they had followed blindly on a trail the worth of which they knew nothing. Captain Bernadine had followed the trail of that sham vegetable wagon as far as that had been possible. That trail had led :up into the mountains, but there had been lost. night I shall conclude that you know we're a good ways from your henchman, Pietri. But as the dark came on, and figures about the camp became dim, it looked plain that the Count didn't intend to court sleep. "I'll keep an eye on you," murmured the boy. He strolled away from the Count, passing in and out among the sleeping figures. Then, by a roundabout way, our hero found his path back to a point from which he could watch the glowing end of del' Moran.i's cigar A slight sound beside our hero made him turn like a flash. There, his eyes glaring, his breath coming quickly but silently, crouched one of the Count's own men. '11he fellow was in the act of raising his knife to strike. Flop Young Graham was down in a second, gripping hard at both the wretch's ankles. From that point the Count del' Morani had undertaken Bump! Dave pitched him over backward with jarring tu pilot the column. force. Then, ere the Corsican knew what had happened, '110 his own great astonishment, the Count found that Dave was a-top of him, twisting his wrist until that knife Bernadine placed more confidence in our hero's opinions. was secured For that astute Frenchman remembered how cleverly "What is happening?" sharply demanded the corporal our hero had trapped the treacherous sergeant who had o:f the guard, running up. aided Pietri in escaping. "Call your captain," desired Dave. "No; don't leave So, though the Count advised and Dave li stened, our here. Pass the word for your captain." liero always took the view exactly opposite to that of Quickly, on hearing his name, Bernadine came to the Morani, and Bernadine had felt urged to follow the Amer-Rpot. But Morani was there first. ican advice in preference to the Corsican. "What's .this?" cried Bernadine, in amazement IT'wo or three time s Morani had endeavored to talk with "You see," remarked Dave, quietly, "it was necessary our hero. to defend myself." But each time Dave, with a cold stare, had turned away "Co1mt," cried the captain, turning upon the cool Mofrom his enemy. rani, "you have been deceived in at least one of your men. To Caroli the Count paid no heed whatever, for which "If a true charge has been made,'' returned Morani, our hero's poor friend did not know whether to be pleased shrugging his shoulders. "You should at least make sure Ot' alarmed. of that much, captain." "Well, we are not doing much," sighed Bernadine, de-It was a deliberate attempt to force young Graham into jectedly, as he spread his blanket on the ground and a dispute, a quarrel, but Dave was too much on his guard. seated hiinself on it. He did not answer, but continued to sit astride of the "I didn't think we would," Dave responded. "This Corsican whom he had disarmed. going out with a detachment of soldiers is like tying a bell "011, I do not doubt M. Graham's word, since he would around a cat's neck before i.t goes after mice." have no occasion to deceive me,'' rejoined Bernadine. "But how else could we find 'em?" queried the puzzled "Corporal, you will place this fellow in irons, and see that captain. he is kept a strict prisoner. Count, I suppose that will I'd give the world now for a dozen good American not offend you?" cowboys and a pair of the real redskin scouts," muttered "Oh, no, if you believe him guilty,'' replied Morani, Dave. "They'd go into the brush, and come out with sulkily, as he shrugged his shoulders and turned away Pietri's scalp." Soon quiet came down over the camp again. BernaCaroli accepted one of the captain's cigarettes, lit it dine was trying to get to sleep, while Caroli had lain himan

UNDER THE STEEh 11 "Captain," whispered the boy, darting back to where peared-smaller, as i:f it came from the end of a lighted Bernadin e lay, "Count del' Marani ha s l eft the cam p." cigarette "He ha s done no harm, then," murmured the captain, "This game of the :fireflies is getting mighty interestindi:ffer e ntly. 1 ing," quivered the young8ter, again moving softly ahead, "Then, s ir, with your permi ssio n, I will l eave camp, I but more out on the flank. too." The Count's light now moved swift ly down toward the "You reall y want to l eave camp?" asked the captain, gro und, as if its holder had made a low bow. op eni n g his eyes. In the n ext instant the light beyond the Count did the "Assuredly I do." "Oh, well, there can be no objection, if you take all the Now, Marani, with his cigar in hi s mouth, moved jauntrisk." ily forward. "I do." He halted half a dozen feet away from a alert, "Corporal," murmured the captain, "say to the sentry hawk -eyed man who held a carbine at "ready." that Mr. Graham ha s permit;sinn to ,learn camp." In that intense darkness Dave Graham, however, was A m oment later DaYe was Rtoaling softly along through close also. the dark in the direction tlrnt lie hnd Hern Morani take. "You are close to us, Count," whispered the fellow with Our hero had often playccl "Jnrlian s and \Vhitet;" when I the carbine. a small boy. I "Ave Maria, yeR. But that is not my fault," murmured That practice in woodcraft and stealthy trailing now I .Morani. ." I did my best to get the troops :further away. stood him in good stead I But that fool o:f a Bernadine is going too much by what But two hundred feet a1rny from camp, our hero roundthe American boy says So I have come to give Pietri ed a bush, th e n crouched, halting. warning." . "Just to make sure that one of the Count's good :fellows [ "He already knows where the troops are," replied the i s n t trailing me in turn," uttered the boy, grimly. "These sentry of the bandits fellows have a mania for trying to run a knife through "He does? And he has not moved :further away," cried the middle of a fellow's back. 'rhat isn't the way a the Count, in a low tone. "But, then, Pietri is a fox, who Yankee fights, but sometimes he know s enough to make cannot be caught! Well, I will go forward and see your sure that the other :fellow isn't :fighting that way either." chief." No one coming along on the trai l, ou r hero soon rose "And the lady?" asked the sentry. and darted a h ead agai n. With a shrug the Count clel' Marani pa sse d the man. Making no noise himself as he moved swiftly a lon g, our "The lady? Phrebe I'll be doing too!" hero's ears were.alert :for the :faintest noise from anyone quivered our hero. else. He heard it at la st, a little way ahead. "Now, to see if it's our Count," muttered the boy. CHAPTER VIII. The g lowin g encl of a cigar first caught Graham's s earch-ing gaze IN PIETRI'S LAIR. Whoever it was ahead, after smoking for a moment or two, the smoker removed the cigar from his mouth, turnOn the point o:f stealing forward, Dave halted, throbing it in a smal l circle at his right side bing. "A silent pass-word of some sort," thrilled "Shall I go back and get Bernadine and the soldiers?" the s py. "Then the Count-for it's he-expects to meet he asked himself. "Yet what would be the use? That someone, and fo signalli ng." heavy-footed French infantry would do nothi11g but make After that our hero went with greater care than ever such a racket that the :foxes would stea l away." shiv ered the boy. "That may not be a pass-1 Only a moment did Dave hesitate. word-that oirc ling o:f the cigar. It may be a signal-the Then, gliding backward a few yards, he turned and Count' s order to the beholder to find out whether he i s went forward in the direction taken by Marani. being followed." "That little :fellow ma y be a scout, rather than a senThe circling li ght, in itself, made the trailing so easy try," nrnrmurccl the boy, thoughtfully. "In any case I thtit Dave was able to :follow more on the flank, instead o:f will do better to :follow until I have :found jus t where the directly beh i nd his quarry. camp is. And Phccbe Ob, if only I could find her and "Eh? Something doing?" quivered the boy, stopping get her out of gang's hand s !" quickly at l ast The chase Jed through the forest :for at lea s t two liunTbe lighted end of the Count' t cigar had stopped cir drecl yards :further. clin g, glowing steadily at one point. BLlt l'lf omni, as if :feelin g that he was inside his own But not more than thirty vards ahead of the Count, 1 Jines, anrl wholl y safe, had thrown off all pretence at again s t a background of deep forest, another light ap1 cautious prcgress.


20 UNDER ']2HE VENDETTA'S STEEL. B:e strolled along slowly, somewhat noisily, but every !pointment, saw Marani step in through the passageway in now and then circling with the light at the end of his the wall, after which the sentry stepped back into his cigar. pl ace. 'We are well met, my master!" "Something may happen, anyway," quavered Dave. Marani had been stopped by a man who moved out "At least, I've ;;one too far to turn back until I've tried from behind a tree. to do something." The voice, low as it was, Dave knew to be Pietri's. Five minutes went by. Dave, watching, without daring And in another instant our hero had the best possible to move nearer to the camp, was consumed by anx1ety. confirmation of this, for he heard Morani's voice reply: Next, he had something else to worry about. A man "My good Pietri, are you not careless, when you. know passed so close that Dave feared to be caught before he the troops to be so close?" could rise and run. "But you, Count, must have known you would find me But the man went on, out into the open, over to the here, or you would not have ventured on leaving the camp sentry at the pass. of the soldiers." "Pietri again," noted the boy. "I feared I would :find you here," Marani answered. "Paoli," spoke Pietri, "I am going to sleep out in the "You are so fond of taking desperate chances." woods. The fox never sleeps in a trap, you know. Fol"What chance?" demanded Pietri. "You know well low me, and I will show you where I shall rest, that you where my camp is, and you know whether or not it would may know where I am to be found if wanted. It is but a need a regiment of soldiers to drive us out of it." minute's step from here." "True. Well, I will go on. But our young lady from Shouldering his carbine, Paoli stepped off briskly beAmerica, my good Pietri ?" hind the taller chief. "Sheds crying her eyes ou_t for you, I assure your excelDave heard them go past him. He waited for no more. lency," cried Pietri, mockingly. Risen, crouching, he looked off over his shoulder, then "I will take your word for that," laughed the Count darted forward like a mouse rushing to cover. del' Marani. "No, I will go and see her. She has not He was in the pass in a twinkling. rt:tired 'yet?" For some hundred feet, with a few turnings, this natu-"If she has she is easily roused," replied Pietri, with ral pass led through the wall. an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "Success to your And now, almost before he had time to realize it, our excellency's wooing." hero stumbled upon the actual camp of Pietri. Listening, Dave gripped his hands tightly, a hot flush In here, sheltered by the towering walls of rock, was a of wrath coming to his face and brow. little grove of perhaps an acre in extent. I Through the trees went Count and pursuer. Dave was Groups of low trees, clumps of bushes, Dave out moving with throbbing care now, for be as cautious as he by the aid of the few lights that burned here. would, there was danger at any instant of running on to For, .rnltered as they were, these men of Pietri's felt the point of a gun. safe in having lights, even with the soldier enemies a Save for a rather dull pen-knife, the American was not scant half-mile away. armed, for he had in his haste forgotten to bring hisLying on the ground, as far back as he could in the weapons from camp. darkness of the pass, his head close to the ground and his Now Dave and the man was following came to the whole body close to one of the walls, bave felt that he edge of the forest. had a fair chance of peering in without being detected. Just beyond a natural wall of rock loomed steeply up. There were fourteen men of the band in sight. Of So steep was the barrier, so regular its form, that at those that our hero counted a half dozen were on the first glance in the dark it looked like a fort raised by the ground, as if asleep. hands of men. Three men, squatted in a group under the light of a Marani was headed toward a cleft in the rock. torch, were slrnking dice. An armed man stood here, wide awake and alert. In another group five more, with wine bottles between "Good evening, Count." them, were quietly playing a game of cards. "Good evening, Paoli. You will step aside, for I am Off in another corner of the grove Dave just made out going into the camp." the fl.utter of a white dress-that which Phrebe had worn "Truly," nodded the fellow, stepping out of the cleft. the time of her swift abduction. This passage through the great wall was not more than The girl was moving, as if in agitation, near a tree. For three feet wide at the opening. a moment all but her head and shoulders disappeared be" Crackey !" mutteTed Dave. "It doesn't look as if I hind a clump of bushes. would go further-unless I can at least kill that sentry The figure of a man 'was near her, almost motionless. without noise, which is plainly impossible." "That must be Marani," quavered. the spy. Crouching fiat on the ground, his head hidden behind "You are brave to insult a helpless woman," the trunk of a tree, Dave, his heart sinking with disapcame in Phrebe's low, contemptuous voice.


J UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. Morani 's s neering laugh an s w e red, as he stood, motionless, before the girl. ".A thou s and dollar s if I had it here, for one punch at your face, Count!" throbbed the raging boy. With a grunt, one of th e dice-thrower s stood up to blow out the torch under whi c h he and hi s mates had been playing their game The fellow s s tretched them s elve s out for a night's sleep. This having been the light nearer the pas s Dave now found him s elf more in the s hadow than ever. "Thank h eaven!" our hero qui v ered, gratefully. "I believe I can wriggl e m y way in now. Count Morani was s till gloating over the girl 's helpless indignation. ".Am I s o vile then?" he s ne e red. "You must realize, girl, that I can keep you a prisoner h e re in the forests for year s to come. What You would nqt wed me to escape this sort of a life ?" "Wed ypu ?" demand e d Phc:ebe, her eyes lighting up with a fresh acce s s of c ontempt. "It will not be neces s ary Soon e r or later I shall :find s omething with which to kill myself. "But that would be a s hame," c ried the Count, in real or pretend e d alarm. "Signorina, you think it is only your money that I want. True, with most women, that would be s ufficient. But you-I want you, now, a thousand times more than I do your money I am not easily charmed by women. I hav e met man y of them. But you-you are beautiful! You madden m e !" "Even more than my .American dollar s ?" jeered the girl. "A pest on your many, m a n y dollars, I had almost s aid," c ried the Count d el' Morani. "Eve n w e re I to learn that you had los t all your fortune you s hould still be my pri sone r until we have brought the prie s t and suit able witnesses out h e re into the fore s t. For my Countess you s hall be, s ignorina "My 'y es will b e n eede d b e fore the nrie s t will it not?" the girl demanded, coldly. "Truly. "The n that yes' stands between you and your Countess, you--" "Do not insult m e," begged the Count, almo s t humbl y "So y ou are trying the softer mood?" jeered the des perate girl in a hard voice "It will work no better than threats of force." "Then perhap s I s hall try actual force," cried Morani, i n a low, inte nse tone. He took a s wift s tep toward her. The girl c ryin g out in her alarm, dodged back beside the bu s h .As s h e did s o s h e f elt a hand s lipped into hers. That s trang e hand ga v e hers a s queez e that was gentle reassurin g, e arne st-imploring. Something in that unexpect e d c onta c t thrilled Phc:ebe Fair-swaye d her with hope She did not cry out, but gave a quick gasp. Then: "Count, y ou will oblige m e in at least one thing?" "In a hundr ed-in a thou s and m y .American beauty !" "Then step bac k twent y paces, a nd favor me with a glimp s e of your back while I ponder on how to answer you." Looking s harply at the girl t h e n s hrugging his shoul d e r s and murmurin g some thin g tha t could not b e heard, Count del' Morani turne d and walk e d a few pa c e s away. No soone r had he turned than Phc:ebe Fair shot a swif t look downward H e r whole being s eemed to thrill with jo y a s s he bent and whis pered : "Dave! Dave Graham You dear, priceless fellow!" CHAPTER IX. THE LION BEARDED. "Get rid of the fellow a s quickly a s you can, and then be h e re," whi s pered Dave. "Don' t be afraid of him. I'll defend you with m y life!" He gave her hand a quick sque e z e Phc:ebe returned pressure gratefully. In anoth e r in stant Dave had cr ept ba c k into the bushes out of s ight. Phc:ebe holding her s elf er e ct, s tood there, her bosom rising and falling with the s tress of thi s new excitement until the Count turned and c alled: "May I return, signorina?" "If you in s i s t," replied the girl, with a pretence at coldne s s that was meant to mask the emotions that w e re tearing at her heart and brain. "Cosp e tto That i s but a poor welcome," complained Morani, jeeringly. ".Ar e you surprised, Count, that I am not soone r able to ma s t e r my wit s a s I s hould?" a s ked the girl. Morani starte d, looking at h e r keenly. "I b e lieve you are coming to your s enses?" b e cried, eagerly. "Pe rhaps I do not under s tand you, s h e hinted. "Well, then, signorina, may I hope that you are b e gin ning to s e e my proposition in a more rea s onable light?" "Do you mean .that I am b e ginning to think that it might be even to w e d you than to remain forever a pri s oner among the s e rough men?" "Put it that way, if y ou will," repli e d the Count shrug ging his s houlders. "I h a d hope s you would say that my das h and gall antry in thi s romanti c wooing bad b e gun to m a k e their impres s ion on your woman s h eart. "I wonder i ,that is the m e anin g of it all?" asked Phc:ebe, artfully With a d r y the Count sprang forward to sei z e her hand. But Phc:ebe e luded him "Back, please, Count del' Morani. If you have made any start at all do not spoil it by being too hasty."


U DER THE STEEL Mor a n i recoiled, e yein g the g irl pantin g l y "If I dar e d b e lieve--" h e b e gan. But Phcebe interrupte d him b y a gestur e that was pr e -tcnucdl y imploring. 'Do n o t b e li e v e anythin g to night," s h e urged "To-night?" I need time, Cou nt, to t hink over a ll t he n e w ideas th a t a r e s u r ging in my head If you would aid your own c aw;e. the n l e ave m e now. L eave the c amp R eturn w cll, b e bac k h e r e jus t b efo r e the end o f the a.fternoon t o -m o rrow Do that--" "Yes, yes If I d o t h at--?" breathe d the Cor s ican At that tim e you s h a ll have my answer. But I mu s t ha v c time t o think a s I w oulll.." "I may kiss your h and at p arting ?" Don 't!" begg e d the girl, s tarting ba ck. "Don' t do an ytl1ing-no,Yt o di s turb whatev e r g o o d impression of _yo u may b e d a wnin g i n m y mind." "The n 1 go n o w," c ri e d th e Count. "I l e ave a t once I l eave th e camp :1lso. U ntil to m or r o w afte rnoon!" H e b lew a kiss from the tips o f his fingers in mos t gal lant s tyl e ; then, with a low b o w he turned and walked r ap i dly away. Dav e h e ard h i m l eaving camp throug h t h e pa s s "Phccb e h e whi s pered s o f tly. "Yes, Dav e !" She came close to the b u s hes b ending ove r t o hear what he h ad t o say "Your h e ar t i s s trong en ough to attempt escape with me?" "Can you a s k ?" s h e d e manded, tremulo u s ly "The r e i s a c hance for u s t o get away, but the re is a l s o t h e probabil i t y that the r e will be v iol e nce. You will n o t s hrink i f I have t o fig llt befor e you?" "No, n o Arn I n o t a n Ame ri c an g irl, of a race o f fight i ng p e opl e? "Are y o u allow e d to s troll the camp, Phceb e ?" "Yes, if I do n o t g o n ea r t h e pass an d show n o oth e r ,.....sign s of try ing t o esc a p e." "The n, see if y ou can fin d som e sor t of weap o n for me Bu t do not ri s k being cau ght at i t e v en if y ou hav e t o fa il! "Wait!" She glided awa y Dav e li s t e n e d intentl y for an y s i g n s of tro u b l e but he did not try to watch her movement s t hrou g h t he camp. In l ess than three minutes the girl s trolled past the b u s hes. I have a s mall bar of iron. Will t hat do?" she whi s per e d "Yes indeed L e t me have it. "It i s unde r my s kirt. I am holding it there with one h a nd," Phrebe smiled S h e t u rned her back but turn e d ba c k a g ain presentl y h oldi n g out a h e av y bar o f iron som e tw o feet l o ng. "Good e n o u g h whi s per e d the boy, deli ghtedl y "But, say o h how s h all I put it? Have you any article o f clothin g th a t y o u can s pare? tha t I c a n wr a p a r o und t hi s club ? ". A c o rset wai st?" "Jus t the thing!" W ait!" A g ain the gir l s l ipped away, b u t pre s ently returned, p assi n g into the boy i n th e bu s hes a fluffy white b a ll. It w a s thin and filmy, with mu c h la ce-s uch a d a in ty, e l egant bit of fa bri c that Dave G raham grimaced as h e began to w rap it a round the bu s iness e nd of that r us ty iron bar ,, "I'll fas t e n it in place wit h m y handkerchief," he whi s per cd up a t h e r. K ow, then!" H e rose, peerin g cautiou s l y throug h the b u s hes and all a r o und t h e camp. Y o u are going to try it now?" thrilled the g irl. "Do the m e n app e ar to be genera ll y a s l e e p ? "Yes." "Come a l o n g then. Swift and s tealth y i s the w ord." Str eac hin g out hi s l eft hand, h e seize d her r ight T oget h e r hand in hand, crou c hin g they darted s o ftl y t o w a r d t h e pass. B a r e l y h a d they di s app e ared into it whe n over t he warm, still a ir, c am e a drowsy voice: What m y turn to stand guard? Very good! I a m u p at once. " F orward pa s t the firs t b e nd, P hrebe throbbe d t h e boy. "And s top the re. We've got to have the firs t figh t. H e r e comes the r e lief!" T re mblin g s lightl y but grit to the core, the gi r } stole f b rward, g uided b y our h e r o's a rm A r o und t he b e nd s he halt e d at the fir s t pull o n he r a rm. "Now c r o u c h l o w and pra y for a good stroke b y my arm!" q uivered the Ameri c an boy W hee li ng s teeling hi s n e rves, our h ero crouc h ed for the s prin g ,, The re li e f to th e gu ard mu s t come around t hi s bend in th e pa s s A l ready, hi s s t e p s s ound e d on the ro cky g r o u nd. "Steady, lad q uiver e d D ave, hi s arm uplifted A h ead c am e into s i g ht-that o f the reli e f sentry, walk i n g jauntily, hummin g a tune, a carbin e ove r hi s s houlder At th e insta n t tha t th e h e ad s h o w e d Dave brought the padded ir o n bar down with crus hing for c e The n in t h e sam e i n s t ant, d ropping the bar, h e c aught th e limp for m as it f e ll a nd l e t it come gent l y to earth. In anothe r t winklin g h e h a d t h e carbin e a l s o a kn ife a n cl a hanc1ol ier b elt of s m a ll c artridge boxes T he k nif e and the iron bar for y o u Phmbe h e w hi s p e red. T he gi rl tho u g h h e r e y e s w e r e big w ith horro r took the w eapo n s at once. "Now, k ee p jus t at m y heels," whis pered the boy. "One m o r e st r o k e a nd we o u g h t to b e free to go where we c hoose." They stol e forward. Jus t before t h e l ast b e nd i n the passage Dav e halted.


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. In dumb show he signalled the girl to wait, as he took Yet, though our hero was prepared and resolute, he did the iron bar from her hands. not dare fire until he had to. he stole forward, bending so low that he was A s ingle sho t would doubtless be en ough to Tous e the almost on hands and knees. ca1qp, close to which they still were. Phoobe listened, but s he heard nothing unW Dave came With a gasp of amazement Dave saw Pietri walk back, treading with much l ess caution. straight by him, presenting his back to the A,merican boy. "The way's clear," he whispered, jubilantly. "Come-Phcebe shra nk back out of the bandit's path. onl y step softly!" He was about to pass her, too, without word or a.ption, Her right hand in his left, Phrebe moved swiftly in when Dave Graham was rou sed to his senses. si l e nce. "No, you don't!" h e gritted under hi s breath, s pringing There was no guard now at the mouth of the pass. The after the bandit. two fugitives wer e quickly under the trees Dave came up beside him, with the muzzle of the car"We're free now, Phcebe, unless we have bad luck!" the bine trained on the man's body. boy whispered, as he piloted her cautiously along between "Stop!" muttered ; the boy, in a low tone that was full the trees. of cold desperation, and he seized the man gentl y "That sentry on guard--?" she murmured, wonder-At the command Pietri stopped and turned calm ly. ingly. Yet he did not show the l east sign of being 'afraid. "I took him away from his post. He won't troubl e us," "No tricks!" warned Dave, quietly Dave answered, drily. Pietri calmly remained, staring vacantly ahead "You-you killed him?" He seemed like one in a trance. "Well, I had to stun him. And then I dragged him "Where are you going?" Dave wondered. away so that you wouldn't )e shocked by the sight of The look in the man's eyes was perfect l y vaeant. him." It was Dave s turn to gasp again. "That was kind," murmure1 the girl, in his ear. "But 'l'hen his quick brain solved th e problem you forget that I had to see you kill one man." "Gracious!" he quavered. one," suggested Dave. "What is it?" whispered fhcebe over his s houlder. "Are you sure that's all you did to the men." "Pietri is walking in his s le ep !" "Oh, they'll have headaches, but otherwise be all right "Impossible!" by morning," predicted the boy, cheerfully. I "I want to show you something-something big," whisPhoobe shook her head, but did not contradict him. pered Dave, bending forward and speak ing softly in the "Are we past all danger?" she whispered. girl's ear. "I'll turn him around and make him go in the "Why, there's one sentry out here .in the woods, but I other direction," and he guided the rascal. know just where he is, and you can be sure I'm not stroll'ro his great joy Pietri immediately moved ahead. ing right in his direction But-gracious!" But Dave stepped at the fellow's side and just a shade For Pietri himself, carrying his carbine, had stepped behind, with the carbine ready Jar instant work, in case into their path. this should all prove to be a wily trick on the pa.rt of the villain. CHAPTER X. "THE. GREATEST LUCK OF THE YE AR." Terrified at this grim spectre in their path, Phrebe shra nk back. She would have screamed had she not had the presence of mind to clap a hand over her mouth. \ Dave; too, started, but he was not taken wholly un awares. He was carrying the carbine at his waist, the muzzle forward. Now he swiftly brought the other hand around to steady the barrel, with a finger on the trigger. But Pietri, though he looking straight at our hero, looked as if lie didn't see him. "No, you don't!" muttered Dave, inwardly. "You may b0 the human fox, but you won't work any fox-like tricks on me!" Pietri, however, walked slowly on, as if strolling through some odd, moving dream Phcebe, wondering, and fully as s uspicious 3$ our kept just behind our hero at one side. "Is he fooling us?" she whispered. "I don't know." "You don't trust him?" "Not for an instant. If he plays us false I'll filll 1liim." "You mmit !" "Now, that's the kind of girl to have with you in a life and death matte1," Dave told himself, glowingly. "She isn't squeamish a bit over fighting thllt ha!l to be done." Pietri s lowed up, hesitating "To the left a little bit, and keep on," Dave whispered. He h a d heard, somewhere, that when one s peaks aloud to a sleep-walker there is a lw ays danger of waking him. But when one speaks in whispers.the whisper becomes, as it were, a part of the sleep -wal ker's strange dream. With a whisper it is possible to control even a man of ugly disposition when he is walking in his s l eep. I


24 UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. The whisper enters his brain as a part of his own "I have fired a rifle often." prompting. "Good girl! Great!" If Pietri really was walking in his sleep, Dave knew, Dave nodded approvingly when he saw how Pbrebe then the fellow did not realize that he was being prompted handled that carbine. by another. Cocking the piece, she lrnld it ready to fire into Pietri's Phrebe watched them both with fascinated eyes as they body, though she stood at one side, rather than in front made their way through that forest. of him. Remembering where he had seen the scout of the banCaptain Bernadine, rubbing his eyes, came back, fol-dits a while ago, our hero was careful to make a wide circle lowing the sentry around the spot "What's this nonsense I hear?" he grumbled, sleepily. "He must be walking in his sleep," Phrebe whispered. Then he caught sight of the dull-eyed Pietri, seated on "Yes, I think so. And, gracious, girl! We'.re almost : the ground. at the camp of the French soldiers!" I "Good heavens!" bellowed the captain. "The fox in Those were anxious moments. our trap at last!" Both watched Pietri straining vision as they drew At that loud voice Pietri awoke at last. nearer to the French infantry camp. He stared, in bewilderment, for just a second. But Pietri appeared to walk on as unconcernedly as Then with a roaring bellow, he leaped to his feet. ever, all unconscious that he was being led anywhere Flash He had his knife in hi s right hand, a dangerous against his own safety. wild beast at bay Dave now felt wholly sure that the man was actually "I don't know what trick this may be!" he roared; "but sleep-walking. you haven't caught the fox! Not yet!" "Ob, this is the greatest luck of the year!" gasped the boy, joyously. "But what a jolt for our friend. the fox, when he wakes up!" "Halt!" It was the challenge of a French sentry. Pietri stopped, started, then resumed his forward walk. He had almost been waked by that stern challenge. But Phrebe, grasping the situation, and trusting to her Idle boast! CHAPTER XI. VENGEANCR STRIKES white clothes and woman's garb to save her from a bullet, Swift as a flash Dave snatched from Pbrebe's hands the lifted her skirts a couple of inches and darted forward. padded iron bar that she still carried, in addition to the She whispered something to a dull-witted sentry, who' carbine. gasped, then threw up the muzzle of his rifle as Pietri, I Whump It was ; dull, almost noiseless sound with under the guidance of our hero, strolled forward. ., which our hero struck Pietri. "Walking in his sleep1 you say?" whispered the sentry, Down went the bandit in a heap, just as soldiers came I at whose sleeve Phrebe clutched. 1 rushmg to the spot. "Yes, don't wake him, but follow us into camp," whis1 "The irons!" cried Bernadine, joyously. "Bring the pered Dave. "If Pietri makes a move to escape you.,_sboot irons quickly! We shall take no more chance of the fox him, as I shall do also." slipping away!" Turning, the astounded sentry moved in with them. I And now there came running to. the spot the most as "Is the Count del' Marani back in camp?" whispered tounded mar, of aU-the Count del' Marani. Dave. j He took one swift look at the unconscious Pietri, then "Yes, .sir, since about twenty minutes ago." glared amazedly at Dave Graham and Phrebe Fair. "Now, we'll stop here," whispered our hero in Pietri's There was no need to ask questions. ear, and the bandit obeyed calmly. I The Count saw that Pietri was a prisoner, that Pbrebe "Go in and wake Captain Bernadine," Dave commanded Fair was in the infantry camp, and that Dave was with the sentry. "Don't, for your life, 1et the Count hear J I her. yd\! Now, hasten, and be discreet." I It all centered around this American boy-all of the As soon as thf:! serl.try had gone Dave whispered in Pie-1 Count's present misfortunes. tri's ear: J _And Dave? glaring coldly at the Count, asked of Cap" You might as well seat yourself on the ground." I tam Bernadme: Pietri promptly complied. "Have you a second set of irons, captain?" "And let me hold your carbine for you," whispered the "Why, my brave boy, gently taking the gun, which the sleep-walking bandit "The Count needs them!" gave up. "But where is his prisoner?" asked Bernadine, looking "I'll take it," proposed Phoobe, grittily. around. "You how to use one?" queried Dave. "Thiio Pietri is his right-hand man. Ask Misil Fair.


UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. 25 The command was soon ready to march. A s k m e We both saw him in Pietri's camp to-night. He threat e n e d Miss Fair in cas e she would not agree to wed him." D ave and Caroli, at Bernadine's suggestion, fell in just behind the guard over Pietri. "That is true," declared Phrebe, in cold wrath. "Count, Count!" murmured the a s tonished captain, looking b e wilderedly at the Corsican nobleman. "Lies!" utte r e d Morani, s neeringly. "Truth!" insisted Dave. "Truth!" e c hoed Phrobe. That human fox still lay, in real or seeming uncon sciou s ness, on a stretcher that was borne by four men. One of Morani s men was still under arrest-the one w,ho had attempted to knife our hero. t But the Count and his other three men walked at the rear, not many yards behind our hero and Caroli. "Oh, w e ll," s aid the captain, with a French shrug of 'The Count was sullenly silent. hi s s h o uld e rs, "we will talk this ove r in Barria-, Count." His face twitched. His eyes had a shifty look in them. "And th e n the whol e s tor y will come out," Dave deH e was no longer jaunty of manner or springy of gait. clar ed. "For one thing, c aptain, the s tories 0f Miss Fair In a word, he had the look of a man who realizes that and myself s hould have weight. We are neither lunatics the proof of hi s great guilt will soon be forthcoming. nor liar s And wait until Pietri find s him s elf sentenced Even Captain Bernadine had that thought as he looked tq be hanged for briganda ge The n we shall s e e if he will at the Count two or three times. not a l s o t e ll the truth about th e Count del' Morani "If he wer en't a nobleman, I'd put the irons on his "We will tak e the time to discus s this all when we are arms and mak e sure," murmured the captain. ''But he back in town ins i s t e d the puzzl e d B e rnadine "Count, I will go back to Barria without irons, and that will save assure you that you h ave not los t m y este e m trouble a nd unpl e a s ant fe e ling s ." "Fo:r whi c h I thank y ou, c aptain," r e plied the Corsican, with a bow. Two of the di s tanc e hom e ward over the rough liill road s were c over e d in the firs t half hour. "Oh, w e ll utte r e d Dav e gr imly, wait until we s hall Phrebe s tood thi s walk w e ll, a s she had s tood all the hear wha t Pietri him s elf ha s to s a y And, s urely, a milistrain of the day and the night. tary court will b e liev e Miss Fair and mys elf." If s h e s uffered at all from ph y sical s train, her will At thi s plain m e na c e the C ount 's face seemed to turn to power k ept her from s howin g the fact . a greeni s h hu e "Now!" His jaw dropped, great b e ad s s tanding out on hi s fore head. "There i s more than one judge in a military court," Dav e utte red, mockin g l y a s h e looke d Morani full in the eye Pieht, iron e d was now b o rn e furth e r into camp on one oi the hos p i tal stre t c h e r s that s oldi e r s c arry wlrnn they go into the fie ld. The hissing word came in the Count 's voice. That nobl e man and his thre e follow e r s had s tole swiftly forward. C a roli was kno c k e d down b y a s ingle blow. Dave starte d to fight, but s urrounded b y four men, all with knive s drawn, he was qui c kly s eized "What's that back there?" roared Bernadine. "Stop! Stop, I say!" "Permit m e to s ugge s t c aptain that, throu g h the balance of th e night you k eep a s trong guard ove r Pie tri. But Dave, o v erpowered, and in tlie arm s of two stalwart Look out th a t h e i s not s till pla y ing the f o x,'' s ugge s ted Cors i c ans, was born e s wiftl y from the road into the brush. Graham. "Rus h forward, you men, and get them I" bawled Ber" H e s h a ll have twelve m e n mar c h by hi s str e tcher," nadin e himself following puffingly in the pursuit. r e pli e d B e rn a dine, vimfully. "Stop!" ran g the Count 's m e nacing voice. "Unless you "Ma r c h ? The ntyou r e turn to town at on ce?" want the Ame ri c an killed, stop!" "As s p eedily a s Fre n c h infantr y can march," replied Two of the foremost s oldier s in the pursuit liad leveled B e rnadine, s toutl y their rifles Good e n o u gh!" utte red Dave, g leefully. "And Miss But the Count, looking back, saw. ] air ? You wlll a l s o see that s h e i s well guarded on the "Stop F' h e shouted. "At the first shot the 'American tra?lp o v e r these rough mountain r o ad s? s hall be killed!" "She s hall w a lk in s ide the guard around Pietri,'' promTh e Cors i c an had halted, s quarely in the path of Beri:.;ed th e Fre n c h officer. nadine and his m e n. C a r oli, a w a k e at la s t, ill thi s c amp of s trange s urprises, "Rememb e r, captain,'' mocked the nobleman. "A step came forward to learn all that had occurred. forward b y you or your men, will cost that boy his life!" And Captain B e rnadin e li s t e ned, too, with deepest in-. "But, Count, you are mad," pleaded the poor French-terest. man But, when e v e r the Count s name was mentioned, the "Mad enough to wreak any vengeance, if I am crossed good Frenchman s imply looked puzzled again," jeered the Count. He could not yet bring himself to believe that a nobleDave had just been warned by one of his bearers that he man would be mixed up in such dastardly plots. would be killed if he called out again.


26 UND E R THE VENDETTA' S S TEEL It was not f ea r of d eath t nat kept Dave from s houting my boy bra c e up! Tho u g h t hey scar e t h e lif e out of you out. befor e they kill you, don t l e t em see it! B e an A m e rican But h e was a nxiou s to live, a nxiou s to keep hi s sen ses li k e tho s e brave men t h at Ind i ans have burn e d a t the th a t h e mi ght see thr o u g h t o the fin ish, the meaning of s tak e t his n e w game 'His c i g ar bur n ed down M o r a ni tossed it a way and H is bearers bore hi m swift l y i nto t h e j u ng l e turne d to one of h i s men. The i r t h ird comrade, armed with k n ife and pi s tol, had "You may tak e that r ag out of the American's mouth s t ayed behin d to back up hi s nobl e master if a figh t now.'-' o p e n ed O u t came the gag F lop Dave was dumped o n to t h e gro und. Morani looked to see i f Dave h a d au ght to say. C h oked a l m ost i nsen sibl e by o n e of his c apt or s h e w a s But Graham, afte r two or three deep b r eaths lay on bound a n d gagged by. the ot h e r. hi s bac k s il ent, his eyes clos ed In the mean time, t h e Count and his sin g l e h en c hman W e ll? jeered the Count "Nothing to say?" were keepi n g mor e than twenty F r ench s oldier s at bay Our h e r o m a d e no re s ponse s im p l y by the threat to kill t h i s Ame rican boy You will talk soon enou gh!" l a ughed the Count del' But a t l a s t the Count m u tte r ed some thing s oftly t o hi s .Morani, wic k e d l y. henc hma n Still no an s wer from t h e prisoner. The n s w i ft l y du c kin g both starte d on the run, g oin g Y o u will not o nl y t alk-you will do more," persi s ted z i g zag i n two diffe r ent dire c tion s th e C m mt. T r i cked s c r eam e d B e rnadin e "Fire my m e n, and D a v e's lip s did n ot m ove. t ry t o hit P "You will c all out im_pl oring l y for mer cy. You will A h a il o f bullet s 8 i z11ed into the forest. utt e r s hri e k s that wi1I go a ll the way up to heav en!" Bu t t he Count and hi 8 m e n d arte d thr o u g h it all 1111-A n ot1ie r p a use. har med, meeting beyond, whe re Dav e's two captor s w a i t cc1 A ntl your prayer s w ill do you n o good," :finish e d Mowit h t h e i r h e l ples s pri sone r. r a ni, wickedly "Not a par ticle of good Off in th e fore8t t lie Fre n c h soldiers could b e hcar 5 l D ine tl rah a m an swere d by a m i l d s n o r e ploddin g throu g h t h e forest hunting, keyed up t o t h e H o S o you s leep?" jeer e d Marani "Oh well afte r poin t of s hooting if the y saw an y thin g t o s hoot at. a few h ours y our s leep s ha ll be deep i ndeed The r e s hall B1it Morani trnsting mu c h to th e sec urity of th e hiding-! b e a fea s t a g ain in these mou ntains, but you s h a ll be t h e p l ace in whid1 h e and hi s m e n c rou c h e d

I UNDER THE A s STEEL. I "Well," replied Dave, slowly, "you can be calle

2$ UNDER THE VENDETTA'S STEEL. In that same instant every man in the crow.d started to to his feet. That first revolver shot, whieh sent down the fellow with the knife, was but the signal shot for a volley. "Steady, my men, and do not let one get away !" roared the hoarse voice of that good old soldier, Bernadine. Two or three of the men, recovering their wits more promptly than the other s s tarted to run or fight. But all was equally u seless for now the soldiers were charging through the scene, s triking at or shooting at all whom they met of the enemy. More than anyone else the Count del' Morani kept his wits in this fearful ordeal of disaster. Almost at the first s ound of the s hots, uttering an oath, he thrust a hand under his coat for his knife. It fl.ashed. He sprang forward to plant it in Dave Graham's breast. But a shriek rang on the air. Something white fl.uttered, and a girl threw her body between the Count and his vengeance. "Stand back, or I rea c h him through you!" roared Morani. But Caroli was there at his s ide. There was another flash, and the Count himself reeled _as the steel struck between his ribs. But now Phmbe Fair s aved another life. "Don't kill him I" she screamed, tugging at Morani's j arm. "Save him for the hangman!" "Let me have the Count," gruffed Captain Bernadine, running up. "Here, corporal! The irons for his excel lency, the Count !" Morani groaned as he felt his arms being confined under the bands of steel. Though wounded, the Count was not by any means done for. He would live to face the military court. The fight was over. Only three wounded men, besides the Count, survived. Corali, restrained from his act of vengeance, had em ployed his knife, instead, in freeing our hero. Dave's first thought was of Phmbe. She stood leaning faintly agai.nst tree close to that to which he had been bound. "Come out of this," he begged, gently, taking her arm. "This is no sight for a girl. We will go a little distance away." Without a word, she allowed Dave to lead her away. Presently Bernadine, having attended to some other matters, joined the young people. "Do you see this, my brave American?" he smiled, hold ing up one of his bare feet. "This is what your splendid ly brave young American girl made us do. Made us-us, Fie.nch soldiers-take off our shoes and leave them a.t the road that we might prowl the forest without making a sound. And it was she-she and Caroli-who, guarded by a single soldier, found this place and sent the word that brought us all here. Ma foi, but mY. heart was in my mouth when she :fired my revolver to save you the jab from that knife!" "So it was you who saved me?" breathed Dave, looking deep into Phmbe's eyes. A flush came over her pallor. "We are even, then," she said, quietly "We have eacil saved the other." "And that," cried Dave Graham, eagerly, "is just as it should be. Our lives belong to each other!" "I s hall leave you two young people to adju s t your claims," remarked Captain Bernadine, gravely. Wheeling, the good old soldier turned away as if cross ing a parade ground. Captain Bernadine had enough to do. In the first place, he pitched camp on that spot, while a. messenger to town came back with nearly all of the carts in the village. The dead and wounded were conveyed to Barria after daylight. Of the three wounded brigands left aFve one died; the other two were executed. Pietri and the C,ount del' Marani left this life on the same gallows two months after their capture. Caroli, for his splendid part in serving his American friends at the risk of his life, was rewarded by John Nor ton by means of a present of ten thousand dollars. That's money enough to live on in Corsica. As for Dave, when he returned to the United States, he decided on going into business. John Norton became his partner. A.s for Dave and Phmbe-well, remembering that their lives now belonged to each other, they sealed the compact 1 I at the altar. Captain Bernadine-that was-is a colonel now. THE END. "TOO GREEN TO BURN; OR, THE LUCK OF BEING A BOY," is a new story by Rob Roy that held even the editor fascinated as he read through the manu script. It is one of the best and most absorbing stories of real, rousing boy life that was every printed. It's simply great-that' s all we can say. This splendid story, "T.oo Green to Burn," will be printed complete in No. 22 of "The Wide Awake Weekly," out next week. Don't miss it, whatever you do. ( ----SPECIAL NOTICE: '.All back: numbers of this weekly are 11 lways in print. If you cannot obtain them from any n e w s dealer, send the price in money or postage mail to FRANK TOUSEY, PUBLISHER, 24 UNION SQUARE; NEW YORK, and you will receive copies ,7T( -you oruer by return mail .....


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THE STAGE. No. 41. THl!J BOYS NEW YORK EJND MEN'S JOKE BOOK-Containing a g1 aat variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men .No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderful little book. No. 42. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKERC ontai!Jing a varied asso,rtment of speeches, Negro, Dutch 11nd Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing for home amuse lllent and amateur shows. No. 45. 'I'HE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDE AND JOK}j] BOOK.-Something new and very instructive. Every bo y. should obtain this as it contains full instructions for or gamzmg an amatenr minstrel troupe. No. 65. l\lULDOON'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, conundrums, etc:, of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker of the day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke should e>btain a copy immediately. No .. 79. 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HOW TO KEEP HOLTSE. -It contains infor,mation for ev er.ybody, boys, girls, m e n and women; it wm teach you how to make almost anything the h onsn. Ruch a8 parlor ornaments, brackets, cements, Aeohan harps, and bird lime for catching birds. ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO l\1AKE l SE ELECTRICITY.-A de scription of the woudPrful us es of e l ect ridty and e lectro magnetism together with full for making F.lectric Toys, Batteries' etc. George Trebel, A. 11!., llf. D. Containing over fifty lustrat10ns. No. 64. HOW TO MAKE JiJLEC'I'IlIC.\L l\IACHINES.-Conta!ning full directions for making e l e('lrica l machines, induction coils dynamos. and many noYel toys to be w orke d by electricity. B y R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illuRtrat ed. No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTHICAL 'I'IUCKS.-Containing a large collection of instructive and highly nmnsinG electrical tricks together with illustrations. By A. Anderson. No: 31. HQW T9 BECOME A SPEAKER.-Containing fo teen 11lustrat1ons, giving the different positions requisite to becoxm a good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems from all the popular of prose and poetry, arranged in the most simple and concise manner possible. No. 49. _HOW TO DEJBA'.rE.-Giving rules for conducting de bates, outhncs for. qu.estions for discussion, and the ben sources for procuring mformat1on on the questions ll:iven. SOCIETY. No. 3. HOW TO FLIR'l'.-The arts and wiles of flirtation are fully by this little book. Besides the various methods of ba.r.dkerch1ef,, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it con a .full hst of the language and sentiment of flowers, which f1 m.terestmg to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happy without one . No. 4. H.OW .TO DANCE is the title of a new and handsome httle book Just issued by Frank Tousey. It contains full instruc tions in the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at parties how to dress, and full directions for calling off in all i:>opular square dances. No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.-A complete guide to love and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquette to be observed, with many curious and interesting things not gen erally known. No. 17. HOW TO DRESS.-Containing full instruction in the art of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad giving the selections of colors, material, and bow to have them made up. No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.-One of tho brightest and_ most valuable little books ever given to the world. Everybody wishes to know how to b eco me beautiful, both male and female. '.rhe secret is simple, and almost costless Read this book and be convinced how to become beautiful. BIRDS AND ANIMALS. No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.-Handsomely illustrated ancJ containing full instructions for the management and training of the canary, mo c kingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc. No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS AND RABBITS.-A useful and instructive book. Handso111ely illus trated. By Ira Drofraw. No. 40. HOW TO l\IAKE AND SET TRAPS.-Including hints on how to ('akh moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds. Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. Harringto11 Keene. No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.-. valuable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountinc and prese rving birds, animals and insects. No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.-Giving com plete information as to the manner and method of raising, keeping-, taming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving full instructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eight illustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind ever published. MISCELLANEOUS. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST._..K useful linil la structive book. giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also ex periments in acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, and di ENTERTAINMENT. rections for making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thil No. 9. HOW TO BECOi\IE A VENTIHLOQTJIST.-By Harry book cannot be equaled. Ke1"nedy The secret given away. Every int c lJigent boy read ing No. 14. HOW TO MAKID CANDY.-A complete hand-book for this book of Instructions, by a practical prof<>sso r (dclightlng multi-making all kinds of candy, etc. tudes every night with his wonderful imitations), can master the No. 84. HOW TO BECOl\fE AN AUTHOR.-Containing full art, and create any amount of fun for himsclf and fri e nds. It is the information regarding choice of subjects, the use of words and the greatest book rver publish e d, and there'fi millions {of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containing No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.-A valuable information as to the neatness, legibility and general com very valuable little book just publish e d. A complete compendium position of manuscript, essential to a successfu l author. By Prince of games, sports, card diyersions, comic r e('itatio ns, etc .. suitable Ililanq. for parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.-A won m oney than any book published. derful book. containing useful and practical information in the No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAl\fES.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to every book, cont11ining the mies and of billiards, bagatelle, family Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com backgamm on. ('roqnet. dominoes, etc. plain1s. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE all N&. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catches taining valuable information regardi!lg the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of Rtamps and coins Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW TO PLAY CARDS.-A complete and hanrly little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, giving the rules and full directions for _playing Euchre, Cribthe world-known detecti ve. In which he lays down some valuable bage, Casino, Forty-Five, Rounce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker, and sens i ble rules for beginners, and also relates some adventures Auction Pitch. All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and e xp e ri ences of well-known detectives, No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.-Containing over three hunNo. HO. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain dred interesting puzzles and conundrums. with k e y to same. A ing us efu l information regarding the Camera and how to work it; complete book. Fully illustrated. By A. 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V. 345 The Bradys' Chinese Mystery; or, Called by the "King" of Mott Street. 846 The Bradys "Brazos Bill"; or, Hot Work on the Texas BorW.1 847 The Bradys and Broker Black; or, Trapping the Tappers of \al Street. 348 The Bradys at Big Boom City ; or, Out for the Oregon Land Thieve& 349 The Bradys and Corporal Tim ; or, The Mystery of the Fort. 350 The Bradys' Banner Raid; or, ll'be White Boys of Whirlwind Camp 351 The Bradys and the Safe Blowers; or, Chasing the King of the Yeggmen 352 The Bradys at Gold Lake; or, Solving a Klondike Mystecy. 353 The Bradys and "Dr. Doo-Da-Day" ; or, The Man Who was Lost on Mott Street. 354 The Bradys' Tombstone "Terror" ; or, After the Arizon a Mine Wrecker&. 355 The Bradys and the Witch Doctor; or, Work In New Or lean&. 356 The Bradys and Alderman Brown ; or, After the Grafters of Greenville 357 The Bradys In "Little Pekin" ; or, The Case of .the Chinese Gold King 358 The Bradys and the Boston Special ; or, The Man Who was Miss ing from Wall Street. 359 The Bradys and the Death Club ; or, The Secret Band of Seven. 360 The Bradys' Chinese Raid; or, After the Man-Hunters of Mon tana. 361 The Bradys and the Bankers' League; or, Dark Doings In Wall Street. 362 Call to Goldflelds; or, Downing the "Knights of 363 The Bradys and the Pit of Death ; or, Trapped by a Fiend. 364 The Bradys and the Boston Broker; or, The Man Who Woke up Wall Street. 365 The Bradys Sent to Sing Sing ; or, After the l'rison Plotters. 366 The Bradys and the Grain Crooks; or, After the "King of Corn." 367 The Bradys' Ten Trails; or, After the Colorado Cattle Theves 868 'l'he Bradys in a Madhouse ; or, The Mystery of Dr. Darke. 369 The Bradys and the Chinese "Come-One" ; or, Dark Doings In Doyers Street. 370 The Bradys and the Insurance Crooks; or, Trapping A Wall Street Gang. 371 The Bradys and the Seven Students ; or, The Mystery of a Medical College. 372 The Bradys and Governor Gum; or, Hunting the King of the Hlghbinders. 378 The Bradys and the Mine Fakirs; or, Dolng a Turn In Tombstone. 3 7 4 The Bradys in Canada; or, a. Wall Street "Wonder." 375 The Bradys and the Hlghblnders League; or, The Plot to Burn Chinatown. 376 The Bradys' Lost Claim ; or, The Mystery of Kill Buck Canyon 377 The Bradys and the Broker s Double; or, Trapl!ing a Wall Street Trickster. 378 The Bradys at Hudson s Bay; or, The Search for a Lost Explorer. 379 The Bradys and the Kansas "Come-Ona"-; or, Hot Work on a Green Goods Caue. 380 The Bradys' ll'en-Trunk Mystery; or, Working for the Wabash Road. 381 The Bradys and Dr. Ding; or, Dealing With a Chinese Magician. 382 The Bradys and "Old King Copper"; or, Probing a Wall Street Mystery. 383 The Bradys and the-"Twenty Terrors"; or, After the Grasshopper Gang. 384 The Bradys and Towerman "10" ; or, The Fate of the Comet 385 The Bradys and Judge Jump; or, The "Badman" From Up the River. 386 The Bradys and Prince HI-Tl -LI; or, The Trail of the Fakir ot 'Frisco. 387 The Bradys and "Badman Bill" ; or, Hunting the Hermit of Hang town. 388 The Bradys and "Old Man Money ; or, Hustling for Wall Street Mllllon1. 389 The Bradys and the Green Lady; or, 11.'he Mystery of the Mad house. 390 The Bradys' Stock Yards Mystery; or, A Queer Case from Chi cago. 391 The Bradys and the 'Frisco Fire Fiends; or, Working tor Earth-quake Mllllons. 392 The Bradys' Race With Death ; or, Dealings With Dr. Duval 393 The Bradys and Dr. Sam Suey-Soy; or, Hot Work on a Chinese Clew. 394 and "Blackfoot Bill" ; or, The !I'rall of the Tonopah 395 The Bradys and the "Lamb League"; or, After the Five Fakirs of Wall Street. 396 The Bradys' Black Hand Mystery; or, Running Down the coal Mine Gang. 397 The Bradys and the "King of Clubs" ; or, The Clew Found on the Corner. 398 The Bradys and the Chinese Banker ; or, Fighting for Dupont Street Diamond&. 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