Midnight alarm, or, The raid on the paymaster's camp

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Midnight alarm, or, The raid on the paymaster's camp
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American Indian weekly.
Dair, Spencer
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PRINCIPAL IN THIS STORY. THOMAS BRISTow-The fighting young paymaster of Butterbloodthirsty who s e live s }'iere p asse d i n crim e , field, Hicks and Butterfield; known as the great H Buttera nd who" die d with hi s b o ots on, " which is the usual fate ' field Syndicate" which owns a chain of valuable gold to overtake the bad m e n of the fro ntier . wines on the Yath Keyed district, in Keewatin territory" "LONG DAN" ]Essup"':"'The , man of the Hutton British North America. How Bristow fought for gold, bandit gang. He also . plays a wild part for a brief season, lost gold, and found gold, is something worth reading. 'but ends in the clutches of a force ' that blots him from "OLD SPLINTERS "-Better known as "Old Splint," a trapper, the world with the sJNeeping ease one kills a fly. a miner, a hunter, and best of all a true and loyal friend. N AIL-TooT;s:-A Chipewyan Indian, whose part in the Hutton The quaint unlettered man, has a fund of Common sense gang was one more ' story of a bad tife, and a bad aeath of that sparkles through these pages, and makes him not a bad-man. , ' o nly a friend in need to Tom Bristow, but better yet, a WILD-BE AJI.-The reneg a de companion of Nail-Tooth , the friend that one hates to pait with when the old man says bandit, and who also makes up a type too prevalent on his last word in these pages. the wilde s t of Canada's frontiers. ' \NILSON EAST-" Old Man" of the famous gold mine, DacoTED-A thug with a 0, humor, but who also tah No.6, ahd whose fighting proQlivities have a bull-dog I succumbs to the hand of dread fate. ' / touch, that makes him a character' unique among the . "THE SPECTRAL RIDER OF THE SPECTRAL HUNT "-Now you sterling men that are winning a Kingdom for civilization guess, who he was? in the North West. "THE \lVHITE STALLION OF THE SPECTRAL HUNT "-A brave "BAD HARRY" HUTToNe-;;Gun man, thi, ef ,' of a gang of hors e who bravely played his part, 1. THE LURE OF GOLD. " Stand up there, and ; stack up that pole of gold c oins." " How shall I stack the ten dollar gold pieces?" " Stack .the tens in shape to rush into rolls of coin; chuck the five dollar gold pieces over here, where I c an put them the silver in the change tray:" Thomas Bristow, Paymaster for the ' great firm of Butterfield, ' Hicks and Butterfield, own((rs of many gold and silver mines, freighters in the far North West, em/?loyers of hundreds upon hundr.eds of men all over the ptecious districts of British North America, and his Old thus spoke while at work" making up the, weekly pay roll" at the "Paynlaster's Cabin," a half mile away from the . yawning mouth of the great! ' Dacotah No.6," the


AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. wontledt;l g ' old m ine o n the sh o re s of Yath Keyed, the heautiful laJ;;:e o f t he chain of a round Chester field Inlet, that e m pti e s into H udson Ba y , j n _ Keewatin territory in the grea t far North. , " H urry up, Splin t . ," ad ded B ri s t o w, a , s e co nd later. " \ Ve have go t t o have all this gold ready to payout when the n i g ht-shift goes off work at, the mine at six i n t h e mo rning. What time is it? " " . , Two m i nutes of two/' replied Old Splint, who possib l y may h ave h a d another name once, but even he himse l \ cou l d n ot r e me mber it. " H o w much cash i s there here? 'II "Fifty-thou sa n d d o l 1i r s an d in t hose Bags fOver t h ere i s haH a milli o n m.ore. You know the pay-roll here i s ' fifty ' t h o u sand a m 'orith, but' there are a lot ' more to payoff b e f o re we ge t back to Marysville . " , O l d Splint grunted . " ,I Don't I know it? H av en ' t I been assistant pay .. . maste r over thi s triu mph o f man over gold, . called the , B u tterfield sec ti o n , f o r t wenty-y' ars. Say , yer. a youngstah, my b oy, b u t I see n yer dadd y \ wen he was foist de paymaster, o n t he ' &"ame h e r e and n o w he' s quit the rqute , and b e en put in hi s place ; say I'm glad to sa r ve w i d ye, b oy , I lsarta in am ." _ i T om Bri sto", ; lau g hed a s he dug his hand into another' bat c h o f yell Q w-boys. " "My, b u t it's f un working in these golden coins," he cr i ed . "I j u s t lov e to f ee l ' em." 'r-" Don ' t ye get a fee lin ' o f e m too far, boy, " replied O l d Splint with g r av it y . "Thar' s whar boys get ter a feeltn' on t h ose y ell ow c o a xers, a f-eelin ' on em , till some day they's fer ' gits they do n ' t own em, and den thar's a' sk i pped pa y ma,st e r and a ruined boy somewhar Qut among t he b a d men . " . ' II I Tom Bristow l a ugh ' e d again in his , free-care , npnner. , SIX feet and a fra ction t all' with . hair the color ' of .. ( I , I t he go le! he was carele s sly t os sing about as he piled , i t up to meet t he pay-rop the early hours would have to see paid off; young T om Bri s tow, was a pleasant ::.ight f o r th ose who lik ed , robust powerful young • merican ma nh oo d . Bristow was an American, for much of' the labor emp l oyed a b out the mines owned by the" Butterfield r. Syndicate" car n e f Fom America . Bri s to\'V further, althoug h hardly twenty-two years old, ,'Va s of powe rhl1 bu i ld . He w as v e y strong, h e h imself h a rd ly knew how , stro ng ; in ' perfect health, of resolute courage and with splendid nerves that flashed unde r hi s pink skin lik e so many active coils of el ect ri city. Brist. ow's b lue eye s laughed when he spoke now but they cou l d grow hard chill y a nd me r ciless when he a r oused t o a nge 'r; was the abs olute type of a young Am erican fighting man. O l d Sp l int w as, himself ; one of those lean, sinewy, Ca n ad i a n ' me , Dorn to a life o f danger and who met his fat e with a dashing abandon of a true English bu H d o g. He was in age of an indefinIte . quantity: He had been a trapper, a hUnter, a miner, a scout, a gun man o ability; and had wide experiepce behind hi n, l 'anQ. therefore was, as he said, always ready to " dri n k with, a friend /or fight an enemy, so what matter did it make with anyone whether he was or ninety? l " So y o u knew my father when he was with ' the c ompany?" added Tom Bristow as he flung , about t h e shining gold, in his hurry t.o get it ready for deliv, ery. . " Sartin, " answered Old Splint. "Your father was a likely chap. I disremerpbers the yar he comes to the c a m , p , but I sarves under him ever since; and boy, I hated to leave him, when he quit. Is he well? " " Oh , very well indeed for his age," 'answered Tom. " H e i s living at Fort Churchill now, and likes it very much." iCy ouah Mothaw, is dead?" " Yes. She died five years ago. " " Y au like life, boy?" T o m gazed out over the long stretch of hin and valley to the great forest that fringed the top 'of Bald Mountain with its hoary eternally snowy head, f that seemed to be looking back and blinking at him. The chill air of the summer night in' the Far North, w h e re e v en in tne hottest July day the theFmometer ra r e)y g oe s above 6 5 de g r e es , came to Tom' s brow thro u g h the open window. He thought of the miles 0. f orest, the splendid lakes, the wide tossing rivers ab out him, the big game, the beautiful free outdoor life of the great country he was in and looked back a t Old Splint with a hearty w ave of color Over his regular features. "You bet I like it," 'Tom cried. "None of your ' citie s for me. This is the only life for real men." His enthusiasm fired Old Splint, for he too loved the m y ' sterious North. " Y o u talk right, boy," 'the old trapper rep1ied, "God i l l a y be made a better c ountry than this but I never s eed it, boy. It's God's own country, out heah . " A g ain Tom laughed gleefully. He nodded his head in quick acceptance of the words of Old Splint. " , Splint, you are the goods," Tom. cried. /' llit m e ;yvhere I li,ve when you praise this country. But now, we are re ady to payoff. I've got the cash in fine shape." " G oo d." , " I wis h you would run over to the mine and tell the f oreman that you were sent to tell him ' that we a re ready to pay off now, if any of the boys are off s hifts." " Do yer think it best fer me to leave, yer heah, boy; tha r 's many bad m / en around har, who knows 'tis payday at Dacotah No.6." T o m picked up a fire, silver-mounted great revolver,


• THE AMERICAN WEEKLY. 3 a magazine gun with King Death peering out of its " vVen I wos down to Marysville last night I seen chambers in the form of conical-shaped bullets. ' Bad-Harry' Hutton and his partner, 'Long Dan ... , Bristow roared as he whirled the weapon here and Jessup, a filli ' n' up on red licker on the' Chimney Cor-there, around the t!ny long-mud-plastered , . cabin, as ner.' " if shooting _ at the forms of many enemies. Tom's face grew grave in ' a moment. "Why, I could a regiment," cried he, with his "Whew," he whistled. "I don't like to hear that boyish smile. "Who any, way, would dare an attack news. Hutton is a desperate man, a thug, a gunnow on the Paymaster's cq.mp? On the way up. from, fighter, thief, hold-up man; while Long Dan is a / de, the Inlet, there might have been . danger, but I had mon in drink, who is an' outlaw of years stallding-' six men as guards. , Here, right within half a mile of what are those two men doing here?" the mine where there's six hundred men at work--oh, "You aks fUe?' I can tell yah," . cried Splint. "I see shucks, Splint, you make me weary." wen I comes out 0' dah gin-mill, two as bad lookin' " Maybe, boy, maybe," rejoined Old Splint. " I mayChipewyan Indians as I ever seed. I 100ks up ovah be wrong but thar'$ men down thaI," at Marysville, only care.ful like fer I has a rogues' gallery in ma , ' think two miles that thar bull-team road, whar the tank; .but I nev.er seed um before, but thay's a , couple company sends the ore to the stamp-mill, that ud do of de' Hutton guerrilla band I sees ;ight thar." yer fer less gold than that thar befqre ye, to say "But after, all, the gang may try to hold us up, nothin' of them yellow-boys back in them thar bags. when we get started ' over the hills and mountains for Don't yer get dead sure yer safe out hyar on the the Dacotal1 . No. 7, twenty-five miles from here, and frontier. There's no man safe here wot ain't ready I feel sure that they won't try to attack us here, right to shoot." ''', here under the wing of the miners at work-why man "I'll shoo!, all right, if I needs , must," said I can almost shoot a revolver bullet from there to " But there's no danger here I am convinced, no mat-the entrance of the camp about the mine's mouth." ter what there may be ' when we are on the road. No " That thar gang: ain't afraid of nothin'," very quickly one dare . attack me here. If he does; it's his replied Splint. ' "If they ter do ut, they'd , sudden death for lOOK here are my gUt;lS, two 9 them yer here if they was twen' thousn' miners at my belt, two here on the board, we call the' pay-right thar only half a foot away, instead 0' a matter 0' desk.' " , a few hundred a half mile away, you bet." say nothin' to yer Bowie knife, a stickin' out Tom knew the situation was serious. 0' yer belt. thar, a whol , e lot of weepins, enough to 1 But he also knew that far away over a l ong trail, d.o much business wid, if yah has got the sand "--old which had to be traversed in the quick daylight of Splint looked into the fearless, flashing blue eyes of the Far North-West summer, another great grimy the young paymaster, and then finished his sentence crowd of hard-working miners were awaiting paywith a smile, "and I am putty shore you've got sand, ment for labor, and that he must not be late or there all right." woul be grave trouble for him for he must make Tom's face was pink with pleasure for Old Squint " pay-day" on tirpe, if he almost killed himself in was known all over the North-West as a man with doing it. "sand to burn." , Tom further knew tliat the earlier he began paying / "You see I am safe, my , friend," said Tom, in his off the men at the present station he had halted at, most winning mannep, a very pleasant manner that the quicker he would be on his journey to the next had gained him great popUlarity. "There can be no station. danger here from any bad-man, and any way it won't "'rom looked his over carefully. take you ten minutes to deliver the message. What They were in splendid shape. can be done in ten minutes with me holding on to a He felt the corded muscles of his great right arm; regular arsenal of weapons ' here and you knowing I've and felt the blood tingle in . his heart with the love 0 got the sand to Use them? " battle. , "What good does sa'nd do if twenty thugs rip up "Run along, Tom cried. "I'll fight Bad this place? " Harry, and his whole gang the way I feel now, be,ore " There's more than twenty shots here-enough for breakfast, and with one hand tied to my back." every bandit." Old Splint loved a man of bravery. "Yass, if them thaI,", venoOJous would ., You would at that?" he cried. "I'll go." stand an'Cl be shot. But them critters shoot fast, and Splint turned toward the door and opened it, with a quick. Many a go'od man with a gun has lDeen planted smile of eager appreciation at the attitude ' of the out hyar, 'cause he got del,'" ideer dat he was quicker y0ung paymaster. y on de draw dan 'nother gun man. And some on em The world outside dark and mysterious, save ain't found out thaI," mistake yit." ipr the faint light of the stars. " But why are you afraid, just now?" The mountains about ade great sentinel-like


THE AME$ICA N INDIAN "WEEKi Y. shapes; th e cry o f the coyo te c ame ' cle a r to Tom's ea r in the b u s h es b ac k o f the hut; a f aint w ail of a wild-ca t , b l ea ted f r om out o f the g l oom, a nd fainter f r om the magnific e n t f ores t t wo o r luo r e ca'me t h e howL oj the great g r ay wo l ves o f the tlt u b e r la n d . < T h e 1\ i ght-wo rld, of ' fier c eness, o f myst ic life , was a foot. T h e w ild an i ma l s o f t he No'rth w e r e s ee kin g t h eir ptey. And whi l e t h ey stood t he re, t h ese two m en , o nl y atoms now in the g r a nd w o rld o f the w ild , suddenly there came f r o m out o f t h e a ir , the fie r c e b eat of nl'n' nin g h orses . Tom stoo d T he fier c e stamped e cam e o nwa ' rd. , , He co uld h e a r the nei g hin g o f many h o r s e s , as they rus h ed a l o n g at wonderful speed. T he f all o f the ir hoofs , c o uld be heard in the clear ni ght as if they were, o nl y a few feet away. Snorting, breathing hard, yelling men on their back s , the sound of shots, terrible oaths,wild crie s for h e lp, all coming ap,Parently down :0'111 the sky Ulade T o m Bristow's blood ' run cold in his veins. " The bandits! " , ' he yelled turning to Old Old Splint's face ' 'o/as purple wi t h lean lips were drawn baGk from ' his Yflllowish, wolflike tee th. • when from tl 1e darkness there came a wonder. fttl burst o f livid flame . • !-\ r i fle had spoken. 'J:) ,Old Sprint plunged f orw<;lrd, wit h a bullet in o m • h is boriy , ' a sensel es bleeding hulk;! . . 'Th' e ' R ide o f the Spectral Hunt, Sphnt whispered he fell to Tom, w h o saw a dozen forms steal toward the hOt, ' as the a i r became a g r eat of .flame, and the moan of rifle b ullets, stung the mght air, and the flashes of the

tHE INDIAN WEEKLY. rying shapes, and the air was thick with the smoke from the oelching ' weapons. Here lay a man feel;>ly coughing, lips covered with bloody foam. There' lay a man dead, cold, and silent, but stili clutching his great revolver. Four men lay all together in a still feebly mass of dying, blood bespattered shapes near the door. I 'In the first rush of the bandits making up the cream of Bad-Harry Hutton's gang, six men died or had been mortally wounded by the fighting payma:ster. Now his revolvers were empty. There was no time to "rdoad in this horrible pigstye of death. ' Bristow hurled his empty in the faces of two that carne charging at him. The jaw-bone of the leader was crushed by the blow, but he still came on, panting, and dim1y trying. to reach his antagonist. ' , The second man fell and ICj.y still. His, temple had, been crushed by the weapon. Tom Bristow drew his Bowie knife. He sa{ a man trying to strike him over the head ' with his clubbed rifle. With a murderous smirl,Ton1 qarted under gun, before it could be descended, and then, he plunged h ' is knife into the heart of his enemy. A wild shout of triumph seemed to rend the air as he struck his blow, and right there Tom Bristow, be came no longer a man. He was a wild beast. of carnage. His heart seemed to him 0 be twice the size of his body. . Everything abo1,lt hjm turned r'ed, a fiery" awful , red. He was in a river of blood. Into t , he heart' of tiie gang rushed the now crazed young paymaster. He no pIore minded' revolver shots, or knife thrusts, tlian if they were the tiny stings of mosquitoes. Men jumped out of the open windows to get out of the way of this fighting devilish machine. Others ran hither and thither, in wild fear, for Tom raved within the narrow cabin, killi ' ng, shooting, stabbing, clutching hardy, splendid fighting men, by brawny throats and choking them in a monlent into lifeless chunks of dean humanity. , N ever in all the great N orthWest, a wonCierland of gory combat" had sl1ch a fight been fou 'ght. Tom was now long since past anything human. He had forgotten everyt,hing except that about him Were enemies; that he was fighting, and must fight on, just why, he did not know. But his brain whispered; to him, " fight! tight, fight," and Totp Bristow ' obeyed. he sensed that he was out in the air. He did not know pow he got there. ' But Qutside he was, and there waS a: man, right be , side him, he knew, a , man wearing a: miner's garb. , " How did ' he come here? " thought Tom. "Who he?" ' But he had a rifle; this Tom comprehepded. He grasped the weapon. \ Over ther e in the early da;wn, which now just glittering the sides of the mountain, not a thousan'ti yards away, To n got the igea that he saw the forms of riding men. The rifle flashed to his shoulder. I ts roar came. Over on the mountain Tom saw a man fall swiftly from his horse. . turned to ,give a wild of triumph. What was this? • No , came from his lips. Things began to dance. up and The miner seemed to be suddenly capable of turning into other miners; there were many 6f them about him. Tom Bristow felt the earth rise up and strike him a terrible blow on his side ' . He fell down face to the flying foe, now to be clearly seelLwax over on the road from the mine, that wound up the great side, to wind up many other great mountain sides into the tliemendclt,s of the trail to Chesterfield Inlet. The 111id11ight ala,r11''', had called the hardy. miners to the paymastel,"s hut when they heard the terrible sound of the deadly battle; but the r aid on the paymast e r's camp had been successful. In spite of his wonderful fight , the gang of Bad Harry J;-Iutton, were flying away on with all the treasure of the paymaster, and out of twentytwo men who had. attacked him but four were left alive. Tom Bristow"'had literally, alone and unaided, killed sixteen of the band in a fight that ' lasted . hardly , I ' .. minutes. ' 1 , The paymaster had twenty woJnds on his body. He was eut, shot, so that had he not had a constitution of iron , ' a life of out-door endeavor, a clean living record, he would ' not have s'urvived ten minutes. , As it was the rescuing miners had removed him to Marysville . ex,pecting that he wQuld be dead a few and there for months he lay, fever ' tossed, a wraith of a man, while near him, in another bUIlk tossed in fe"/er also, just alive, and that was , all, his old friend, and companion, Old $plint, the trapper. So day after day, after week slowly dragged along. One morning three months later, when the early October half winter half summer days had come, Tom Bristow opened !:Jis eyes. ' They rested upon the good humored face of Old hurt had been a bullet through the head, ' bat who lived ' on, if receiving bullets in this place was, an ordinary


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Rellow, Splint ," cried T o m feebly . "HeIJow," cried Splint, all solicitude. " Am I ' dead? " Splint l a ughed and shook his head. . " A re yo u dead?" Again S plint shook his heac\,. "Wh er e am I?" " In Ma r ysv ille . " "Oh . How d id " I get here ? " I I 'f h' wan owing to his long illness became, I anyt 109 a s ' h3-d e whiter. , "Ht)sh," he whispered in awe-struck tones. " \iVhy? " "It's known 'here' as 'The Ride of the Spectral Hunt.' We are the first two men, who ever heard it and lived to talk of it afte 'rward." " . What is it?" " I don't know." " I s it only here that one it? " " B i g gang o f m in e rs brought yo u here : " " D i d t h e ba n d its get the ca sh?" " Here in what is known as the Yath Keyed Lake dis trict, the Ride is well. known about, but I never h ear tell of it anywhar' efse. But,say, it's pretty well They call it, known heer. There ain't no one to die by viI'ence thet " A ll but a few hundred dollars." " Di d I ge t a ny?" "Some. T h ey ha v e plante d ' el ; 1 all. 'Tom B ri s t o w 's ' private A ghos t o f a smile came over Tom's face. " Row ma n y did I get?" " d o n ' t a-hear ut, just before he goes." " Yo u kill e d s ixteen , out o f the twenty-two men that attacked y ou from the bandit men's gang. There was o n e fel,low more ,just stunned." "Wh a t became of hjm ? " " D on't people that die in their beds from mortal illne s s ever hear it?" "The boy's jus t lynched him, co unted on your string." "They says not. It's only the gun men, them feIl ers like us that get thefrs in some desp-rit encounter, th e t ever' hears it. It' s for sure an eye opener ter snddint death, up here in these wilds. 'The Ride of quick. He isn't The Spectral Hunt' means dead men harbouts." Tom smile d a gain , a wan, weak smile. " I f ee l pretty s o re ," he sa id . " Yo u o u ght t o . You'v e g o t the finest collection of sca r s abou t yo u ever m a n h a d . I'd go East when I got, u p and show them sca rs. Tha r 's l o t 0 ' men out h yar, w ith b i g repperta ti o n s that ain't got no where as many h o nl ' ble s car s as y ou h as ." "Tell me all ab out it?" Thus urge d Splint told Tom all about the great fight he h a d m a de to sav e t h e money. " 'Twas the g r eates' fight see n in this y ear I ' s e z, " r e marked Splint, "when them fellers from the c o mp ' n y comes , over to heer 'b out it. They sez noth in g 'bu t does a lot. They sez there ain't no mone y that we chaps is to try and save , when it comes t o g itting m e and yo u well. I hear s this part when I co me t o . . I la<"s for two day s wid me head in the c l o ud s, a nd I n o more good than a baby. But when I comes out 0' th e trance I gits goin g quick. 'I takes th' j o b 0 ' nus sing you back to home and friends, and here yo u ( a re, all right, except ' weak; hear I am, an ri ght except t a rn a l m ad, b o y , 1 thet I gets me layoff s o e a rl y in de , foight. ;' ' Tom s miled again. " '1wa s n ' t your fault," he cried . "There was not mu c h l oo k in f o r you, for you got it fir s t, when some o ne put a rifle bullet in your head ." " I k n ow but I hadn ' t otter git it fus t. " "Ho, w c o uld you heIp it?" " D o n ' t s upp os e I could but two hard luck, thar, an y h o w. " I i ' Did y o u hear the Hunt of th'e Spectral Horses, ju s t bdore w e were attacke d?" The w a xe n f ac e of Old Splint, w hi c h was white and T o m . Old Splinters carefully and at len gth got from him all he knew about the ghostly horses. , A s the a g ed trapper had said, any persons in the district in which the two men were, who were in qanger of death by violence, heard over their heads the so und of a great multitude of horses, swiftly passin2' through the air. There was heard the neighing of the steeds; the t e rrible swift rush of th.eir flying feet; the oaths of their riders as they urged on the band with great cries o f encour a gement, and then there came right in the midst of the noise a dreadful silence. The Ride of the Spectral Hunt was over, and by that time the man w ho was to be war:ned, was dead, as Old Splinters shrewdly put it. ! ' Has anyone seen the horses that make up the Hunt?" asked Tom. Old Sprint lowered his voice. "" I heern tell," he said, " that yars ago, "3. feller livin' up thisaway, did see one of the Spectral Horses." "What did he look like?" " I that ' he was a big White Stallion, oh, bi2' g er en any hoss ever seen in these year parts. His e y e s was aflashin' fire. He runs in big , leaps no mortal h oss cud ever make . He cum a flyin' down ther trail, an ' he g its off 'fore anyone can flip a lasso over him----'! , s a y, th ey sez he' s fierce, that ghostly horse. I hope we uniil'll never see urn." Bristow was not superstit'ious but he as he sank into a fitful slumber. "The, Ride of the Spectral Hunt" came in a great jumble t ,hrough his dreams. The early morning' sun came the next morning and


THE AMERICAN \iVEEKLY. s h owe r ed a b eam down ' upon the s l eeping face o f O l d S plinters. H e s a t bolt upright in a moment. A feeling of loneliness came to him. He looked over to where Tom' Bristow should have b een sleeping in his bunk. Therc. was no one there. Old Splinters ,gave a yell of dismay. " T o m," h e cried, '" Tom Bristow." There was no answer. Still w e ak from his w ound the trapper s taggered to hi s fee t. He hurriedly searched the r oom; no trace o f T o m c o uld be found. . . Old Splinters dashed to the door. U nd . er his anxio u s gaze the sil ent hill s , t h e d a rk wOeld s g ave n o sign of human lif e . O l d Splinters dashed bac k into the cabi n . His face was white. down oyer desperate e y es; it was a rio t of l e v il , a ter:.. . r ible company this, not a man in it but was known eve r ywhere hi s ability t o ' h o l d his life ,at t h e muzz l e o f a gun; and w h o bel o n ged t o that r i b le class, the b adman o f the g re a t No r t hWest.' Q ui te undismay ed B ad-Harry in a low tone with, h i s deares t friend , Long D a n Jessup. Bad-H arr y did n o t l oo k hi s t itle. He was a little man, not mor e than five feet fiv e i nc h es i n h e ight. H i s eyes were bl ac k. His hair . and , sweepin g mousta che were of the same dead col o r . H i s face was r o und, a nd unwrink led; he lQok e d like a boy h a r d l y out o f hi s sc h oo l ' d ays. nut it was i n hi s thin lips, )1is fir m chi n , the ' l ea p, iug de'lcl)y lig'ht that like the eyes of some caged tiger helel in cap ti v i ty, seemed to l ook at o ne, thro u g h one , and bac k t o t h e w il d l ife / of t h e olden t i me, that gave o n e the g l im p s e of t 1e see thing tempest that' lay "Gone," he m oaned. ,. Tom Bristow has g-one." ,behind t h i s ma n. W' • '''-'-.... .. ,.J.1!f-\ 1 , . C H A PTER III . i' Ie \ TUE GLEN O F TIlE SPECTRAL HUNT. " Quick as a flas h sheet light n i11g the hand of 1)(:1. , Oll his gun, w h en he danger., The ' unctefinabie something that gave h i m the power to draw and shoot traction of triBin g secon4, a head ot an wa:'3 w h a t gave hi m t he s upremacy over 11is gang. The i n his eyes tol d of the strain thi s knowledge brou ght.to h i s nerves; he held his , positI6i1 : l'here was wanhth, li g h t me r r iment in t h e I Spoo n sa l oo n o n the m a in street o f MarY!'''' ille. Dirt y as C hi ef Of Bad Men, b u t only by cIin. t of his ability to "get th(!l'e first." . A lready many men wer e ready to co ntest hi s SUpracy a t the gun's mouth; t here were for t y graves t hat told the fate of those wtl 0 in t h e pas t h a d asp ir ed to the leaClers h ip. The Dirty Spoon was famous all oyer the North W e st. It was a saloo n in whic h the h o r d e o f the bad me n , th e gun-fighters of the di strict'passed thei'r ti m e , d rin k i ng deepl y, fighti, n g a m o n g t11emsel ves, gamblmg all d in th e c oa r s e plea:sure s o f the time , a n d of the men w h o mad e the time memorable in the c rimson history of the territory. Tbe ga n g of Bad-Harry Hutto n f ull o f the s al oo n this night in l ate October. Th e fitful summer o f the 'North-West was waning; all re a d y the ' leaves were tut"nipg golden brown in the w ide forest. B ad-H arry Hutto n and. L ong Dan Jessup, his trus ted lieutenant in Ideeds of blood, w ere s eated in a corner o f the room, watching a game of f aro, i , n o ther members his band were playing with various' deg r e es of good fortune. . _ The d e a l e r, a / white-face d , furtive eyed man was . , ' slowly shifting tne cards; the look -out was calling ea c h o ne as it fell from the .dealing box, and the sound' s of fie rc e delight, or mad curse s at the jade Dame For , tune, n o w and then br0ke through the r oom. In the cheaply fitted alc o v e elevated to the ,bar, a string o f wild eyed men were The rQOm was filled with tobacco smoke. Every man wore great revol, v ers which swung handy at their belts. \ . Red shirts, predominated. Wide hats, were. pulled "It was a qui c k jump for o u r , g u ns," Bad Had' y sp.i d o n ce , w h e n as ke d w h y he had s hot so ma n y m e n in hi s s h ort life,," and I n aturally got m i ne goin' fir s t. ' If I h a dn ' t i wouldn't be h e re; other fe llow w ou l d. " , Long Dan Jess up , was diff e rent f r qm hi s le ader. He l oo ked like a lumbe rman , as ' h e was once, in his yo unger days. IBut the f a t a l q u ickness, the n atural a b i lit y t o shoo t straight, q ui ck, s ud d en , ' and with dea dl y a im , hild rai se d him thro u g h many a bitter b attle t o the second in comm a n d o f the Bad fIarry Hutto n gang, and hi s g r ea t 1 ;:mlk, hi s wonderful s tren gth kept him in cthe f o regr ound. /' Ro t h m e n , wary of a ssass in a ti on, that there w e re twenty rewards of m o ney f o r thei r c aptures dead o r alive in many.-id i stricts the gre a t North 'yVe s t wer e standing where they c o uld see e very mov e men t in the room , yet so far b a c k that no enem y could creep behin d t o t ake the i r worthl es s lives : "Cap," said L o n g Dan , "the gang's gettin' rest t e s s. " , H,u t t o n turned his g l oo m y eyes toyvar d the " \ V hy? ; , ,', • ,\ , I T h ey say th' ey a in ' t b een n o di v i s i o n o f the gold


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY , 111 that raid on the paymaster's camp," replied Long Dan. " You tell the gang there ain't goin' to be nQ di vision just yet," snee red Bad Harry. ","Vhy not? I've got te,r 'gin "em a reason." " Man, the gold is cached back at our ca mp. We don't dare to git it now fer 'them Royal North-West Mounted Police have been awatchin' us for the past six. weeks." " ' '''lot der we care erabout that. They's only a few of , them, and they do us , no h a rm." Bad Harry shook his head. " If yer or me goes, we'd hev a whol; blanked detachment er arter us, in a Say, pal , y;,ou and me's marked men out here-we can't go arter de stuff .' Loug' Dan s igt:lifieantly-toyed with the big re" , volver at his hip. , :;, " "yVe sartin is marked men," he said, "sure, and sartin is oUr gun-play, 'en ef I cud git one er dem po-Jicemen alone, I'd shoot him up pretty bloody , quick." f , "Say. pal," returned Bad Harry. "Vile'll put dis on Fat Ted." "We don't waLlt no tru ck with them fellers," he . '\ " Fat Ted -:" growled. "They'd git us sooner .or later i f we d ' id. ' A of uncouth laughter from Long Dan fol V/hy 1'1,1 an, those are never kn Wl1 to o'in up l owed. " . .} b "" when onct they get started on a fell er's trail. They " Wy. Fat Ted ain:t got 110 selQse ." suspects we fellers got that gold-why, you fool, "Dat's de l'e;;tSOn we'll send him. A man wit real there'S half a million in gold we got tbet SeI'lSe outter not go. If he gits ketched his finish is " What goo , d does that do us if we can't git to it," quick-see?" grumbled Long Dan. Again Bad Harry speculated as to the sending of " Look heah, Dan," cried Bad Harry. "Don't you Fat Ted. and the gang see that we've got off wid trick great a t Ted came from nowhere one day to Bad like? Them Mounted Police suspects ).1S, but dey ' s . Harry gang. He was a short, fat in frame, fat in wit , cal'). 'f prove l1uttin'. , We have, the gold safely; cached., young' chap, with n o gun ability at all; who turned 1 we go t e r g it it'll bring down pelice on us , pale,over a scrat<;h on his hand , and was about as help an' d wot show'd we f3t a nd when those fellers l ess alT), ong ,tbe crowd of outlaws witb jump us-wot?" <' ' , w hich he was associated himself, as a vbaby in a nest Long Dan specuJated a mOl'nent. o f rattlesnakes. " Rats!" he at "Wot yer givinl u s. But hi s ' helplessness had made a place for him in Let's one 0' us 'go out and git the stuff on the sneak the crowd.ed ranks of the robber-bandits. like." Be now becorl1e the joking focus of the gang; It was now Bad Harry's time to do 'some thinking. ' • the of aU their j okes; t?eir boy, and He carefully turned over the id ea presented fo him.' scnlhoil: when l.n camp, walter when out of it , ':rher e was lTIt,ch that appealed to him in He r eally lIked fo . r hIS good nature. and 't\le gang we re, to i. their own' words, nearly " ,he how ter glt ter stuff out; he don't "stone l' anli it was necessary to get !}loney, q.e Long Dan. . an9. get it quickly..,' hIm fer me, r 11 talk hIm 111tO our plan 111 It was maddening to think o half a million yellow a . mll1 111 t, laughed Bad. Harry. ' , . b oys in the secre t hiding place of the gang, and yet L o n g Dan mto the faro-room of the DIrty so muc h ".Jere they all under so carefully where, '1 great crowd of t;ncouth men were were they watched by the Royal North-West Mounted WOOl11g pame FOT} Une. P olice, they just _not go to their hiding place and . Fat 1 ed, fat, lax and lazy', a tiny roly-get the gold. p o l y man, dressed 111 a recl flannel shirt, black, patched " Say, it looks ter me as if 'yer was strong," at, eril,. sewed up in buck-skin patches; boots, last replied Bad Han:y "yer all right Petey Th a b'elt ":lth a q.s fat and lazy as Its owner, , ,. e os tentatlOusl ha . . l' ( h b' p olice sartin ain't on ter where we have cachea the' ' . " y.. 111 pall: Slg t, was ettll1g five stuff, a nd if we cud sneak one 0 ' de gang in, why we'd cent pIeces, another bandIt; as to whether a " face git the s tuff QUi t, and de coppers cud watch us till fcard Plab.lU would show next, top up, on the G aro ea 111g ox. rasshopper F eek froze next I uly, eh t> " Tl b d' l' . Long Dan) l aconicat all times laughed, and nodded . le q.11 WIth Ted, was Nail-Tooth , h h 'ct • a full blood Ch1p ewyan IndIan, who had joilJ.ed Bad IS ,ea. I:J , " ,l.arry s gang a year before, and was about as dirty \Vhich one 0' de gang is ter go arter ddse yaller and truculent specimen of his tribe as the Far Vlest boys-say half a million er gold-'pieces is real money held: ter me today?" Again Bad Harry turned this problem over in his mind. "Don't bet yer high thar," cried Long Dan, as he drew near 'to the two men, " put yer small change fuse',


I THE AMERICAN, INDIAN WEEKLY. 9 "It's been so long since the gang1 have pro duced anything but hot air, that I am down tp my chicken-feed;" cried F(j,t Ted, jn a smooth, educated ' voice. "I am shy my usual millions to bet, with this I red thief of a Chipewyan." "Tel' de fiend wit yer talkee-talk-ee," rejoined Long Dan, " de old boy wants yer." "Which particular old boy, wants me?" rejoined Fat Tecl, as he stretched wearily with a yawn, that showed how fat his face was, for wl;1en his , mouth opened his face looked like the moon, around it, " there has been one Old Boy wanti!1g me for yeaf+s." The fat man made a funny sketch as he spoke on the green b ize table before him, with a, bit of chalk he drew from his It showed a certain Demon gentlem;tn, 'with a long tail, peaked ears, moustache and goatee, with a toast ing f o rk in his hand and a flaming furnace be . hind him. "Is this the Old Boy, that wants me?" asked Fat Ted. "Not yit-oh, but say, some day, boy oh?" cried Long Dan. Fat Ted made a second qllick ' It was a burlysque of Baa Harry Huttpn, 130 real, so grotesque, th.at Lortg Dand in spite ,of himsell .• " Dat ' de old boy wot wants' yer," Long Dan cried, "but rub thet year thing out. Bad I{arry don't like ter be made fun of." "Oh, my, 'our Dictator grows proud with his power," yawned Ted, ""for a man gets , his men into a fierce , fight with p'aymaster, and, in which we lose a heap of our best h1en, gets away with a fortune in gold, which he as yet has not' istri , buted with his fellow thieves, seems to me ' tnat we are ' up against a Dictator ';ho only Dictates, as to our com ings and goings but produces not-nay not even one ' groat to tis while he dictates." " Shet up. Some of de boys mount hear yet, and tell Bad Harry. Yer see yer finish den," answered Long Dan. " Better a quick finish with a Bad Harry gun than slow starvation while I await his production of coin." "S-'h-e-e," hissed Long Dan. "It's .about de gold dat he wants tel' see yer." "Wh)\'didn't you say so first off," replied as he jumped up, took his little pile of five cent pieces from the table, nodded to Nail-Tooth and hurrie.d after Long' Dan, who quickly escorted him to Bad Harry. The bandit quickly told Fat Ted of his wishes. " You want me to go and get th'e gold? " Ted ques tioned as Long Dan strolled away. " Sure." .< I "Do yei know de place up in de top 0' Bald Moun tain, whar der's , woods, snow, woods, and nut tin' else now in dis yar summer? " Ted opened his eyes wide. His fac' e was , a shade paler. $ , , " You mean the glen, ' the hOp1e of The Riders of the Spectra1',Hunt?" he ' gasped. Bad Harry nodded. ' " ;, mean the place where people say those awful gh(jstly horses start when they ride through the air to tell a doomed man that his death is near? ' You mean me to go to the home of the Spectral Hunt?" As he spoke ... the fat man's face was ' ashen with dread. BaU Barry looked at him with a fierce gleam in his eyes. " St:tre," the bandit said. Fat Ted took a long breath' . "That's a dangerous mission, it seems to me." . Bad Harry shrugged his shoulders. "The last man to I go there was found ' dead in 'the olen, two days later, by a searching party with an a\\rtul look of horror on his face." I • Again Bad Harry shrugged his shoulders. ;..4 Ted thought the matter over; sure death would Imy Lis refusal to go, he knew, for Harry was carelessly , \oying with one of his r;evdlvers. Ted feared that. sure death wQuld come in tase ' he went, for . those who tried to penetrate the mystery , of the home of the in tl;Ie Spectral !:Iunt, never returned from their investigations. ;\ dreaa.mystery hung oven the terrible spot high up on the of a mountain clad with eterhal snows. "How am I to know where the gold is?" gasped Ted. • "Yer'l find a ' fur tree in dat gled 0' de Spectral Hunt," growled Bad Harry in reply. " It's a tree dat's bil} J1it by lightnin' and blasted ! Say, it's de only tree in de iddle 0 de glen, at de end 0' a trail, see, dat blazed wit a ough outline of a skeleton hand, ;lee? " ' " I see," faintly answered Ted, with a white, startled face. ' " Yer faller de skeleton hilOd, till yer git ter de tree. On top 0' de tree yer'l see a -human skull." "What?'" -J\lmost fainting at the horror of the scene . he was to witness Ted hung on to the wall fpr support. , , " Sur, e," , continued Bad Harry, 'I, , ' dat skull is , Shootin' Jakes.' He, disobeyed one 0' me orders and we hung him to dat tree. Den we puts de skull of de traitor der so as a warnin' might git to odder of you fellers wot don't obey me orders. See?" A leaping, dangerous light in the eyes of Bad Harry warned Ted that he must make no .further comment. " At de .oot 0' dat tree, whar de skull is," thundered Bad Harry, find de gold cached., Yer take a hoss Yer go to de den of de Spectral Hunt, ! an yer gits all de gold can Ye brings it here fer me ' 'qn de sneak. Yer goes back tomorrow , '


) THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. night and git mo re, and yer keeps a goin' till y e F gits all de c o in? See? " Ted in his mind ' s e y e saw the g rinnin g skeleton, the Spectral Hun t , w ith chami p ing h o r ses , in tha t lonel y spot, awa itin g hi s c o mi ng, with silent ghostly I , glee. t;Ie re stood Har ry, b a d-m a n , g un "fighter, murderer aDd between t h e t wo e v il s ' Fat Ted m ad e his choice . ,; I w i ll go," he whispered. CHAPTER IV. { :' THE :WARNING. • The swif t ga ll op of a h o r se ca me t o a stop in the outet dar kness in f r o n t or' , t h e Dirty Spo o n saloon just as Bad Harry Hutto n had g i ve n hi s commands to Fat Ted, to go ' a nd get the b a ndit s' lo o t , from the dreaded h ome of t he Spe ctra l Hunt. The h o r se ca m e to a sudden sto p with " noise that made a ll t h e ro bbers in the r oo m g l a nce a t e a ch other w i t h d read : ' \', , It seen/ed to ev er y ' r n a n in the r oo m , th

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 1 t and demons in human form crowded around their leader. '\ is in dat?" asked N ail-Tooth, the Chipew yan Indian. Nail-Tooth, for y;ars hqd been 'known as a brawler, with suspicion that he had often treacherously lurked in the rear of a foe fo assassinate him, and no man in , \ the renegade band was. more feared than he, Oft more noted for his brave indifference to any physical foe. But the ghostly yisitor had frightened, him to the semblance of a timorous old woman. His face was white and his eyes wide' open with dread. Bad Harry, with shaking hand answered that he did not know. Long Dan, the picture of fright managed to put in a word next. ' -II W'y don't yer open' de' letter," he stuttered. " Den we'l know d . e woist." , . Bad Harry cit length opened the missive. He ' shook with fear when his eyes confronted a grinning skull, roughly drawn in red on the top of a page of white paper, which had been scrawled over, he saw, with writing. " "Beware! "This is a warning! , " Get out of the town of Marysville, in twenty-four hours, or I will return and get you, and your Gang, one by one. • "THE SPECTRAL RIDER." That was the writing that Bad Harry Hutton read; it was the warning that came or la!er to every member of the bad-men gangs of all .the frontier; the warning to " get." • And always behind this warning was standing grim and terrible death. Bad Harry knew, this; his bandit gang it; but it was the first titne that they or any of their ilk, had been warned by what they believed to be a visitant from the lower world, to "get." "Wot does dat mean?" growled Long Dan. " I sure don't git it 'tru me nut." , " It means 'death ter dis gang, see?" Bad Harry Hutton snapped these words forth from his fang-like teeth, , as' if in sheer desperation. The men behind him crowded around. "What shall we do?" asked one. " I am afraid of me life," cried . . " I'll fight anything but a Spectr'al Rider. I'm dead leery 0' dat chap." .,. "Ef he goes arter us, we will be got, sure pop," cried a third red-bearded ruffianly fellow, but who had I all the fight-out of him now. "Let's take de warning," cried Nail-Toot " Sure, let's skip," cried another outlaw. Bad Harry saw the gang was near t o panic, and that behind, the panic crept mutiny> He beckoned one of the robbers nearer to him. The man was kno' wn ' as Salt Bin, ' because in hi s YOllnge r days he had been a seaman, and was tat• tOQed all over his body with strange shapes. " W ot's de matter Bill," cried Bad Harry. " Yer look locoed? " " I plum aID ," replied Sift Bill. "W'y? " "I've gotta de warnin' from d a t I'm goin' to-whack me bull-team out 0' dis joint." " vV'y? Nonsense." "Nonsense, nuttin!" cried Salt Bill. "Dis hyar 'game's over. We've lost de best 0' . opr men in dat' 'great fool raid on de paymaster's camp, and now we' gits locoed by dat spook. And we ain' got no gold, ner nuttin offe n you, Bad Harry." A grumble tan around the ranks of the watching robbers. ' , Harry knew that a mutiny was near. " , His first inclination was to kill Salt Bill at once. But he remembered that he was short of men; would need every man he had to cope with the unknown danger that stalked now so near all the ba.ndit band in the g uise of a marvellous apparition. So he determined to try and molliq the men without recourse to his deadly revolver. " Youse ri'ght," Bad Harry replied. "Dis game's low down as it stands, an slow fer us all; but I want yer to know dat we'll hev a division 0' dat gelt here in a few nights. See?" A burst of great applause' interrupted Bad Harry. , " 'Dat's de stuff," cried Salt Bill. "Yer in it, old chap , every an }Ve is wid yer, you bet. Day ain't notin' dat I won't face,}ead or alive , wic;l me pocket full er gold pieces." The sentiment was again wildly applauded. '" Den, youse all git, and don't talk jumpin' dis yar claim till we gits de gold together. Den youse can skip if youse wants to do it, all of youse." "Git us dat gelt and we'll stick by ye fer ages," cried -Salt BiII, and Bad Harry saw that wifhout a blow being stru, ck the mutiny was over, and his men once more in his control. He bustled things after that so that no one would have a chance to think. , , " Y puse git outen hyar," he cried, " and come back, say, tomorrer night Ibout dis time. See?" The,bandits started to separate about the hamlet of Marysville, when Bad Harry halted them: "bne ting more," he cried , " let Long Dan, Old Salt , BilI, and Nail-Tooth, stay wid -me here. I needs a "ghard. since ciat spook . broke into dis game." . " Like have Wild-Bear, too," cried Nail-Tooth, the latte r Indian being the close friend of the speaker, and


THE if an y thi llg was meaner, dirti e r, more blo?d-thir('ty and trea che r ous, than even N ail-Tooth. s elect e d men drew near; and began talking amon g the m se lves while the remainder of the gang hurrrie d away. It h ad now grown t o be broa d day. , The sun was risIn g inl the east , and the l ife of the grea t .t\or th-West was jus t .awa k ening all about them. " T ime. we bro k e up," cri e d B ad Han: y , " youse meet me h ere t o ni ght at teno'clock. D e r es in s ide work fer ye aiL " But t he word s had nqt left hi s mouth whe p. there w a s a tet'"ibl e cry echoinc; down the ] 0nrlr traIl that l e d toward Ba l d Mou n t a in, w hi ch, a s if a s leef:j, towered l 1 i g h i n the a ir oye r the qui e t t ow n . . "What' s d at?" g r o wled B a d Harry. " M u rder! M ur,der! ,Dei d ' ! Murder!" , A m an fra,ntically spurring his , horse a long t he trail , y ell ed these words. CHAPTER V . OLD SPLINTERS AT WORK. I " W h a r d id thet ' t har1 yo ung' paymaster , . T o m Bri stow, go tG, " was what O l d Splinter s asked himself time and again, after the d i scovery , t h a t h is chi ef, an d companion was missi n g. Old Splint, a s he was ilS 1tallv called, was in a quan-( dary. . ' . He cou ld not understand h o w Tom h ad le ft the hut, where he was be ing nu r sed : back to li f e , in hi s weakene d state; o r could h e unders tand further why he had wandere d away, unl e s s i n hi g h d elirium-and d i d not know what h e was do in g . " But i t neve r entere d t h e h ead of O) d ' Splil1tto d o any t h ing but m a k e a ca reful' sea rch o f the surrounding country, and a lthough h e tri ed eve r y poss i b l e p oint of t he compass f rom t he hut, not a , s i g n o f T o m Bristow could be found. "Had the w illi es, s hote," tho u ght O ld Splint. " Fever willies, they' s ca ll s 'e111 h ere. Why the t thar c h ap c u t a lmost ter ri b b o n s . H is s h o t wounds a l one otter k ill an o rd ' n a r y f ell e r " an d yit he gits out and g i t s , and dat's d e end 0 ' him, right afore/my darned o l d eye s." , ' But Sp lint d i d ot t ak , e i n to effec t the fact that Ton"! Bristow was a n extreme l y stro n g man, with a splendid const i t u tio n i that he h a d l a in f o r weeks in the glo riou s ly clea r a i r of the N orth-West , and t h e r e w a s e veriYthing to help h i m to recovery; eve n t o t h e absenc e of s o me' of the modern expo nents of t h e art of surgery and of nursing. S plint did no t le t nyone know o f the disapp earan ce of Tom Bris tow. He had a delicacy i n letting the worl d know of the fact that Tom, whose s plendid fight had matde him a hero in the hearts of the many hard fighters that made up the c o m p lex life of Marysville, was missing. " Caynt go fer to let 'em all in o n dis," Spli n t would say, w h en musing Qver the q u eer myst ery, t o hi s f r i end and Bl ac k Sarah , hi s w hose yelI N DIAN l ow i s h O Te e n e y es seeme d quite t o the his nl.aster ,,:,as in. , " Too man y e:vtl.tongues a b out tel' git blzzy WIt Tom s v al11shmg man \ act-no, I'll keep her all to '. So when, anyone asked how patient w as fa r up' iil the lonely cabm on the h 1IIsIde, half way between Marysv.i Ile and the Dacotah No.6, Splint would reply , " h e's a gittin' on fast; he'II -er be o ut in er few days. " Days thus passed. I ., • Every nook within t wenty :TI1les 111 a l a rg e CIrcle had n o w bee n searched b y Splmt. H e b egan t o fe e l sure in the craze of f e v er hi s wounds t h a t T o m Bnstow I:ad wandered away mto ' t he wood s and had laid d own m some nook and di e d, l o ne, unsee!1; and probabl y hI S bo d y would never be found.. " , " In them m ountains, " thoiaght Splint, ' I c ould bury a r i o'im ent of' soldier boys, and n o o ne e ver se a n y o f i n a year of Sl)ndays "-which , v as a p r etty l o n g tim e, as a year of Sunday s are rathev s 'car ce in the calendar o f tne years. On one of his sear ching excursions Splint ra n across \ N i lso n East , the resident manager for the corporation o f Butterfield Hicks and Butterfield; and w ho , also, w a s known. ail o ver D acotah No.6, as "Ol d M an" E ast. , E a s t was a tall raw-boned miner, who knew all { b o Ht gold mines, and a lot ab.out human nature , hav in g emplo y e d labor about rnmes fo r a g re a t many y ea rs. , "What's up?" he briefly a sked Old SI?Iint when he got within hailing di stance of the o l d m111er. "How did you knaw was any thin' up?" surIily a sked' Splint. /, Mus t be so)nething up, or why are yo u o ut here instead o f nursing Tom Bristow?" "Tom Bris t o w don't need no n ussi n ' . " "Whv not?" , " He's gone." " Gone-no t , dead? " " Naw. " "Tllen i f ' he isn't dead, where h a s he gone?" " I d u n n b. " \ " You don't k now?" " Naw." "Why don't you k now? 'Isn't it your business to look after Tom? " . tf S hore. But tai n t my bizzines s to look after no man wot ,is wid ye one minl,lt e , and gets lasted from you r sight when ye turns round to fill yer pipe with baccy." " Is that what has haRpened t o Tom . Bristow? " " S hore as yer b0rn." "Tom i s, then, reall y m issing? " " Surest thing yer k naw." " H o w long has he been m issing?" " ' B o u t ten days." " Now begin a t the begint;J.ing and tell m e all about it? " Old Splinters had been h a lf dead f o r want o f some o ne to unbosom his tr,oubles upon and now that East asked him to tell !1is strang e tale, he spoke fa s t enough to the supenntenden t busy fo llowin g his trapper l ike mode of expJ;essing himself. When he had fin ished the s u perintendent asked a few words in his l1su a l quick way. "Have you sear ched after Tom Bristow?" he began.


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEFKLY. " Shore." " How far has the search been made? " , Old Splint described the great arc of the circle which he had swung around in his vain search. "Then! unless Tom is dead, he has skipped." Old Splint shuddered. This was just the construction he knew the world would put on the absence of Tom, even in spite of his gallant fight to preserve the' half million dollars in gold. "I'm sorry Tom has skipped,' simply added East. "If he has ' skipped when out of his head, he ain't to blame. But if he has skipped with his knowledge box working, the town of Marysville will say it was a putup job, that loss of the gold, which he ha in charge as paymaster for the three mines on Yath Keyed lake." . , Old Splinters nodded with a grave fil-ce. > "Thet's w'y I've kept me tongue still," he cried, "but you and , I know Tom Bristow's on the level, and there nuttin' to make us see it any other way." . I "Of course, we know it but the world out here-the world of Marysville of all the mines and mihing camps in fifty won't believe that Tom isn't' crooked now that he has disappeared." " I know that too." Both men shook their heads at each other. They each deeply regretted the absence of Tom Bristow, just then. '. "Well, now we know he is gone, ' we must find him, dead or alive," at length cried East. " No question o' dat," replied Splint. The two men then held an extended conversation as to ways and means of finding the missing man. "You seem to have searched a lot of space, but Tom might have wandered further than we think." "He was putty weak, and couldn't go fur," replied Splint. ' " True but men in fever throes do wonderful things and Tom is a husky lad. I think if I were you I'd make tracKs for Bald Mountain top. There you might get on to Tom's tracks. There hasn't been rain or snow in these parts for two months. Any tracks he may have made wiU be quite plain and easy to follow." " I'd know his tracks in a hundred and cud foller 'em to the end 0' th' cried Splint. " Good! But in this case you won't have to go so far. Now, Splint, keep all this under your hat. Come to see me when you have any news, and above all find Tom. He is a likely boy and I don't 'want him to get away from us with his reputation ruined for life when he has shown us what one man can do in a hand-to hand fight With a bandit gang; for between us, I think Bad Harry Hutton's gang did that trick o stealing the half million dollars' worth Qf gold." " I'm wid ye," cried Splint. " Dey' figured in the raid on the paymaster's camp, all right. And I ain't so sure dey ain't behin' this ab ' sence 0' Tom, eh? '! " I've been thinking of that also-well, it's all up to you. I can't do much but give you advice and cash to keep ydu goin' till you get to the bottom 0' this mystery-like disappearance of Tom. But if Bad Harry and his gang are . at the bottom of this thing we .,.ill . clean 'em out 0' this camp in a few minutes, Splmt; and you musn't forget that besides finding Tom, you must try and see if Bad Harry's fine gang of thugs are to blame." " So long," cried Splint, thoroughly elated now that his side of the case had been taken by no less an author'ty than Wilson East, for the" super" was , a very great man in those parts, where he had the power in his hands of robbiag any man ' in the mines of his job in a moment. \ Splint. shouldered "Old Kill-em," his long hunting rifle, as he spoke and soon his long, steady steps, slow but sure had put much ground between him and East. In making a turn of the trail which now had begun to wind up the steep rocky face of Bald Mountain, zig-zagging upward, like a long twisting snu.ke of yel low in the alkali-like soil, Spli .nt saw two men ahead of him toiling tjp the side. ' With the speed of the frightened rabbit, the trapper • and miner, jumped into a large field of sage-brush, which like miniature trees, grew in wonderful proI' fusion on every hand. " "Indians," said the old man to himself, and Chip ewyans, sure pop. Thieving Chipewyan's, sure pop." The entire performance was a master bit of' plains craft. In one second, before the Indians could move two steps, Splint had seen them, his keen eye and quick brain, had known they were Indians and he had jumped into the sage-brush and out of sight in a breathless dash of , wonderful agility for a man of his , years. , "Indians," repeated the trapper. He looked carefully at his long l'ifle. ' : 'KiU-e1TI ' is all reaay," he softly said. He also looked at his 'l'evolvers poised them in each hand, lovingly , fondled each shining barrel. "Beauties, ain't dey?" he further ejaculated. Then with his ];lead bent, his body almost in the • shape of a curve, he hurri ed , across the sage-brush; !seeping so low that no one on the trail could possibly see him, and further not making even a sound and hardly stirring the ground on which he stepped with his moccasined feet. " "This'll give ' me a chanest to git near_ to them red devils," remarked Splint. "I kin then who dey are." '. This was obvious, because he was crossing in a straight line to the point where the trail zig-zagg-ed across a gulch-like depres sion. In, ten minutes, Splint was safely ensconsed in a . position of vantage, behind a rock. The tWiD Indian& came along a second later. "By Gosh!" cried Splint, " It's them two thieving Chipewyan's, Nail-Tooth and Wild-Bear." He spoke truly. Ihe evil faces of the Indians were s ' een as theywalked along engag-ed in a deep conver sation. Suddenly; one of , the red met! stopped. His rifle bounded to his shoulder. "What for you do dat?" cried his companion. . There was a dull roar as the piece of the Indian discharged its cargo. , The bullet went hurlin g away through the clear air to the rock behind which the old trapper and miner lay hidden. The sharp eye of Wild-Bear had seen the hiding form of Old Splint. 1 He had aimed at the prostrate man, with deadly intention of murder in his red heart., Old Splinters SlilW the action. He heard the dis-


< I , . 14 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKL Y. charge, and wondered if the aim would prove true. \fl.T onld a bullet, quic dy tear into his vitals? The old man rolled over on his side, a second later, his rifle, Kill-'em, clutched in his quivering hand. With his w ' ar-cry ringing over the lonely mountain, ' Wild-Bear jumped toward the rock to scalp his ancient enemy, Old Splinters, ' CHAPTER VI. ,WHAT THE MUHDER MESSENGER TQLD. With a face convulsed with wrath, Bad Harry Hut ... tOll jumped forward to receive the messenger who was so lustily cryin6' "murder 'I as he dashed down the narro w highway that led through Marysville from the Bald mountain trail, which crossed the road a half l11ilc,'below the v ill age and further down over Grasshopper creek. The man came flying along on a pinto mustang, at the utmost speed o f the animal. His face was white as a, corpse. His eyes were starting from his head. , Bad Harry saw that he was Billy-the-JZid, a young chap iust out of his school days who had been with the gang a few n10nths but who would undoubtedlJ' devCO!lop into a trained gun-fighter and bad man in time. "Murder," again cried the hurrying youth, as he lashed his horse with his quirt and drove his silver roweled spurs deep into the animal's s ide. "What's the matter?" cried Bad Harrv. "Is anyone killed?" cried Long Dal;, while tne others in the party crowded a round with fear eyes.' . The young rider brought his horse to a s ' top in three jumps that ploughed the .ground. " Matter?" Billy-the -Ki d was a picture of astonishment when he said these words. But he continued-. " Matter? There's murder, that's all the matter." "Murder? " Bad Harry's gun leaped from the holster strapped by a belt abou t his waist. I The desperado's face was crimson w 'ith anger. He snapped the ugly word, murder, at the youth on horseback in a ques ,tioning tone. ,( Yes, murder," replied the rider. " Who is murdered?" asked Bad Harry. The rider le ' aned far forward and whispered a word in Bad Harry's ear. Bau Harry staggered back a pace. " Are you sure?" he questioned. " l' am," replied Billy-the-Kid, Bad Harry's face was like a demon as he turned to his companions. .' , "That's terruble news," he moaned. "What is?" cried Long Dan, all sympathy, but not knowing just what to sympathize about. " Fat Ted is dead," replied Bad Harry. " " Dead? " cried Long Dan. " Yes," Bad Harry hardly could conceal his tears; a bandit . \ doesn't usually weep and the rough men about' Bad Harry' knew that this meant that would take a dreadful vengeance for th, e death of hiS trusted fellow guerrilla. ' " How did it happen-gun? " cried Long Dan. Billy-the-Kid shook his head in the negative. Ii Knife?" asked Long Dan. . Again Billy-the-Kid shook his head. Long Dan was stumped. , . There were two ways for a man 111 the far North to die, with his" boots on," as the vernacular termed, a death by violence, the death that nearlJ: bad man suffered sooner or later; or naturally 111 hiS bed. Many a desperate man, about to "cash in," would' have a fellow desperado remove his boots, so as not to " die with his boots on," this death being a last brand , to show that the dead m::l.11 had been a gun-fighter and a thug. ' " If he didn't git shot, by gum and didn't git stabbed, how did he croak? 'I finally weakly asked Long Dan. "We don't know," replied Billy-the-Kid, sadly. , " You don't )mow ?" yelled Bad Harry. " No." "Why not?" howled Long Dan. " Listen," cried Billy-the-Kid. All drew near. The young rider looked Bad Harry directly in the eye as if hypnotized ,by the baleful light of death he saw there. He seemed then forget the fact that Long Dan and other clesperadoes were present an(l to confine his conveI1sation to Bad Harry. The other men kept silent and these two principals threshed out the facts of the death of Fat Ted between theIll, while all the others hung on their words. "I was com in ' down the big trail from Long hill, that mounts along side of Bald Mountain, you know," began Billy-the-Kid. "I know-where the Long hill juts up into the mountain like'?" put in Bad Harry. " Yes." " Go on." "I seen something a Iyin ' in the tdil as I was a-lopin' " Yes." "It looked like a big dog." "Well? " "I sez to myself, 'there's a big dog that some fel-ler has shot, ' " " Very good." "Then I sez, ' no, that ain't 'no dog that's a man.''' " Precisely." ' " Then I hurries along, like fun; thinkin' it was some feller thet had tumbled off his horse." "I see." J' The gang crowded closer not to lose a word, now, of what the two main actors in the frontier tragedy were saying. . _ "The man was lyin' on his face," slowly continued Billy-the-Kid. ' " Yes." ... " I jumped off my horse." "Of course." " Are you hurt, I sez; quiet like" " What happened." . :: There was no answer to me words." Oh! What did you do then?" "I spoke to' the figure again." "What did you say?" j j I I j j


THE INDIAN WEEKLY. 15 .. Hello, pardner, I sez, are you hurted?" " \Vas there any answer?" " There was none." " Did you look for blood stains about the body?" "That was the first I tl o.ught oL" " Were there any blood-stains?" .1 Xot a s tain. The man was asleep natural-like, it s e emed to me. He looked calm and peacefu1." .1 Did you take any further steps?" . "Yes." "\iVhat were they?" "I walked all about the fellow and then--" ), Your turned him over?" "I did." " You found him to be--" " Fat Ted, one of our band." A long low whisding sound came from the lips of the listening, aw_e-struck men. . "How did you think :red had died, when you first recognized him?" . . "I don't know. I knew it was Fat Ted. I knew he was dead but I was plumb' locoed and at foist dint know whether I was on me mustang, or a-foot." Bad Har-ry nodded. He appreciated his follower's condition. " Well, tell us the rest of your story?" he cried. "Then I looked all over Ted's body to see if anywhere I could find what killed him." , . "eQuId you?" . , I looked for a bullet 'wotl11d first off." Aga in Bad Harry nodded. "Did you One?" he asked. "Long Dan, say, you-he asked me that afore?" said Billy-the-Kid. .1 I know he did; but I am saying the same question t o be s ure I remember your an swer, just as you gave it? " rejoined Bad Harry. "There "vas no bullet wound anywhere on Fat Ted's body." "Did you examine his body carefully?" "I did." . " There was no stab wound, I think you told Long Dan. didn't you?" " Not a scratch on Ted anywhere.", " Are you sure? " " On his body, I mean." " There was a scratch elsewhere?" "Yes, tbere was a mark about as broad as my finger. under his chin." " Did you notice the mark carefully? " "I did." , "What did it remind you of?" " I don't like to say." " You don't like to say?" " No." "W. hy not?" " Because." " Nonsense; just explain yourself." "I hate to." " Go ahead." The members of the band with white startled faces drew about the figure of Billy-the-Kid. ' They knew that he was about to make some start-ling announcement. . "W -e-I-l! " began Billy-the-Kid, " It was this a-way. I thought that the mark on Fat Ted's throat, looked . '0 me to be scared like, as it was made by a red hot iron." " T h e w ou nd looked as if it h a d been bu r ried in with a red h o t iron?" repeated Bad Harry. Bil1y -the-Kid looked around fearfully. " Y e s ." He hardly whispered the words. \ "You think the mark on Ted's face was not made by any human hand?" Bad Harry said these words after glancing carefully at the pallid faces about. "1 do. Mark my, words, it " . wa s a bloody spook that killed Ted." Bad Harry sneered. ";That's good er'nough tel' tell to . old wimmen, " he cried, " but it's no good story fer us real men , here." Bad Harry's face was the picture of disgust as he spoke these words to his young employee and then the great bandit chief burst into a roar. His laughter was a long pealing . sneer. "Don't laugh," cried Bi11y-the-Kid. "Wait. It's serious. I'm 110t through my story yet." Rad Harry grew grave in a second. "I thought you had quit er tal]{in' , " the j )andit chief said, " arter yei had filled us up on moon-shine. Well, spiel er out." Billy-the-Kid continu ed. " There was a note pinned on the breast of Ted." " A what?" ,i A note." "What did the .note say?" " Here it is-you read it yourself." Bad Harry read the note. It was written in red ink , as if in blood and it was hardly to be understood for the handwriting was sprawling and un-educated. " Bad Harry and.. gang. Youse nit take warning. So , I gits ' one of yer band who wose a tryin' to git to my home. This feller is Number One. "I gits ine No.2; soon, if youse don't jump fer the Far Nort." " THE SPECTR A L RIDE R . " The air suddenly seemed charged with a tet rible s ound it seemed to all the members of the truculent band. ' There came the noise of a hurrying host of horses , rust!ing, bU, stling, 'champing steeds; great shouting of nders apparently and then -Long Dan leaped ,up to his full height. "Look there, " his indicating hand pointed to the trail which from where the bandits stood , could be seen plainly winding along the top of a distant hill. A great white stallion was seen . rushing with the s peed of the wind along the dizzy height. His rider was a tall man in pure white. The ghostly horse and rider for a moment was seen dashing along; then it disappeared if a cloud had , .encomp a ssed it. "The. Ride ' of the Sflectral Hunt!" gas p e d Bad Harry. "Ted has been killed by one of the Spectral Riders." The renegades fell back upon each other in wild confusion. " Who will be Number Two? " wailed Long Dan. CHAPTER VII. OLD SPLINTER'S DISCOVERY. Old had nof been fighting the blood-thirstv Indians of the Far North for years not to know what


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. to do when !le 5aW ' Wild-Be:.!r leaping to warG him to scalp him. The w ily old trapper was far from (lead. ,When he saw '\iVild-Bear aJim at him, he had prac ticed an o ld ruse. He clutched his faithful rifle Kill em in his hand, and rolled to one side, so, just as the enemY' fired, Old Splint was not at that particular spot. So when Wild-Bear leaped over the rock expecting t o mee t a f a llen foe, he carpe face i.o face with the steely , eyes of the angry WildBear was transfixed with surprise. He had dropped his rifle when he ran ' to the spot and was only carrying his knife i1'1 his hand. "vVhat good is a knife when a wily white-man has a , g nn?" thought the Chipewyan Indian, when he caught sight of the old miner. v ' His speculation.s were checked, however, to a whis per, when he heal'd the voice of Old Splittt s ' aying in ' a deadly tone that argued n.o denial, that he had better drop, his knife. , ' • "Drop tl1at knife ano. get down on your knees/' hi ssetl the trapper . ' The Indian gave one wild glance behind him. He had hoped that Nail-Tooth would see his pre dicament an d would shoot the trapper whose steady aim at W ild-Bear was about all the contract he could fulfill. It would have been easy for N ail-Tooth ' to have shot the trapper tqen. ' But N ail-Tooth was making long tracks for safety. , I;-lis ftying feet ' could be seeR hurry:ing away on the h01'i2(')l1; a"t the was traveling he would reach Marysville in ten minutes, which would be the record for the distance. So Wild-Bear gave up without further struggle. He dropped his knife and sank to his knees. With Kill-em at full , cock Old Splint kept his weather eye on the treacherous Indian until he has possessed himself of his knife; then he motioned the red man , to a seat. " We will ha':ve a little confab,'" Splint cried. "You red son of' a gun, hold yet hands high or I'll shoot " Yes, you savez, you mutt," cried Splint. , " Answer my que ,stion." . ". / . .. \11/ e goin' top Bald Mountal!1-, " said. Indian. , "Going top Bald lY,Iountam, mUU1cked Sphnt. "Why?" , " Go Spectlial. ' Hunt place." "Wh t?" , ' t " Go Spectr<\.l. Hunt place." / , Splint took a long breath. It was wonderful to him that ?n Indian whose superstitious fears were, in his IT).ind, pretty certain to keep him away rom the dense forest-like spot in the tip-top of Bald Mountain, where there was' so much of mystery in should plead guilty to attempting a trip up to the fatal spot. Splint thought a moment. , 1he tales oj Bad Harry's gang of outlaws came quick to , his mind; J;low wh?t had the band to do with' the glen called the Home of the Riders, of the, Spectral l-;Iunt and if th' e ,band had some inner knowledge of at the haunt of ghostly ridets, why, and where did this Indian learn the facts?" Splint determined to fqrther question the Indian. "Why did ye want to go to the glen of the Spectral ' Hunt?" continued the trapper. "Ugh. Much gold." " What? " " "Heap, much gold." " You mean there:.is much gold there?" ; ' Yep." , "How do You l(now?" " I kno'w." ' " How? 'I "I hear." ' " Oh, vou " , Yep.;' "Where did you hear of gold being in the glen of the Spectral Hunt? (, Me hear, Harry, talkee, to Fat Ted." "You heard Bad Harry Hutton tell Fat Ted I ' , another member of the"'bandit gang I know blamed yer full er holes." , The Indian obeyed. "What's yer pisin , name?" asked ' Splint. well, that there was' heap' gold up there in the glen of the Spectral Hunt? " ""Yp" '. ' , e., '. " ' Wild-Bear." , " Tame-Bear, just n ow." The I.ndian vouchsafed no reply. "Treat me woids wid scorn, eh?" laughed Splint. " Who was the other red devH that is legging it there on the horizon?" , , ' " N a il-Tooth." "I'd nailed him if he had, gotter in shootin1 line 0' Kill-em, heret, cried Splint . " Now ye two p,lug-uglies are members 0' Bad Harry Hutton's band, eh?" The again made no reply. " Silence gin's consent," allowed Splint at this point. " Now where were ye goin? I' I The Indian remained ' passive. Slowly Kill-em came into line with the red brow of the half savage and there was' s ' omething in the un winking s tare of Splint that told the red man it was time to stop his present line of conduct. " You jist "'aJ;lswer me and do it blankety quick , " cried Splint to the mute interrogation of the Indian's eyes. " I no ' savez." , Thus red man told Splint in India' he did not urlderstand his last question. fashion that " po you know how muoh gold. is ' there? " The' Indian shook his head. " Do you know how the gold to be put there?" " Bandit gang, heap put gold there." "When? " " Dunno." :: But I must insist o ' n your tellin' me all you know." Dunno much; Heard Bad Harry tell Fat Ted, to get gold, heap 'much and bring to him." Ds:> you mean me , to understan.d that the chief of h \ . ! , e gang, , Bp,d Harry Hutton, has sent Fat Ted, one of hiS band, up to '!he glen ,of the Spectral Hunt, to get some gold belongm' to the g;ang which is there and that gold 'is' heap milch?'" , . ' The Ind1

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Old Splinters was happy at the news he had heard but he could not understand what it all meant until he had turned the entire matter over in his mind from time to time. ' r:f e went over all the facts he , kNew and welded them to some of his suspicions and the result was a shrewd understanding of all that had happened in the ranks of the bandits, so far ' as the gold was concerned. "That is loot ?/ paymaster's camp," muttered Splmt to I t IS the result of the midnight alann. The bandit gang under the lead of Bad Harry Hutton got away with' the half million in gold coin but there has not been time to divide the coin among the gang's members. I wonder now, where'they buried the treasure? " The more Old Splinths thought of the the more convinced he became that he was right. \ " By George," he at length cried. ' , ' The robbers have buried that loot and this Indian kn0ws where. r am going to try and get the truth out of him-if anyone can get the truth out of an Indian." , As he cogitated Splinters began asking questions of Wild-Beat again. " Do you know where the loot is buried? " " Nope." "Haven't you any idea?" "Nope . " Old Kill-em began to grow restive, in tlie brQwn hands of the trapper. , Sensitive to impressions Wild-Bear saw" that it was again time to put his safety umbrella; this white man was quick to make, his meaning clear with his long, hard-shooting rifle; and Wild-Bear knew that Old Splinters knew how to shoot with unfortunate C!-ccuracy. "I teil! " he cried, giving in qttickly under the ditions facing him. " All right, ' tell." , ' "I know cash he buried--cachea under tree where dead man's head he laugh, ha, ha, like." "You know the treasure is buried underneath a tree on which there is a grinning skull." "Yep." Old Splinters wiped the growing moisture from his brow; grinning skulls of dead men in the glen where the dreaded Home of the Riders of the Spectral Hunt was situated , was enough to make even his nerves of steel quiver. ' , "How do you know all this?" The Indian grinned but only by a facial contortion that showed one tooth, white, ugly that of a panther." I , "You need not grin at me like the skull up in the glen," cried Old SJ?lint. "I no grin but trut. Bad Harry he say all dat." Old Splint was betrayed into talking pretty good American-Canadian to the Indian in his excitement" ,for he harked back to his school days years before in ' old Vermont, as he spoke; but as soon as he was sure of his ground he relapsed into his usual trapper-mine style of talking and laughed with much pleasure as he thought of the success of his questioning. , "By Gosh," he thought. "I'm 'going to get baGk that cash or lose a darned fin in the attempt, Gosh, but I'm in the pie fo'r fair, say, but ef only Tom Bris' tow would show up, we'd Rul1 dis trk!) down, hans' runnin'." The continued absence of the,young was a mystery. In spite of Old Man East's money; in spite of all that it could buy to aid in the search ; in spife of its free in spite , of the unaided effort of Splint himself, not a single trace of TOm Bristow could ,be found. ' 'Whether he was aliv, and wandering in t!Ie forest in a half crazy state, subsisting on nuts and roots; whether he was dead in some far off gulch to which he had wandered, was unknown to all his friends still. He was out ,at sea; he had not yet reached any port of m i ssing men. , But here was something worth the winning, Old Splinters thought. . I The million dollar loot of the from Tom Bristow after the wonderful fight tor it tn-a de by its guard ian Tom /3ristMeJ) -u;as now practically in the hands 'of Old Splint . It was secreted where he could lay his h ands upon it. "Crhostly skull can grin forever," thought Splint, " but I will get that cash back and will find Tom Bris tow if he is alive and will hand it over to him; if I can ' t find him back it goes to the company that owns' it. When Tom gets it back it goes, of course and r quick as he puts his hands on it." Old Splint had carelessly stepped aside as he rumi-nated. ' 'When looked up h ' e foujId that Wild-Bear had . di s appe'ared. Old, Splint rubbed pis eyes. He saw the Indian was running away from him and had with leaps and bounds made straight across the gulch, and was now on the top of the adjacent hm, had leaped upon the trail that wound around it, and, w as l!1aking for the sides of a steep canyon that ran along 'the side of the hill at this point. The canyon was one of the steepest in that part of the country. I ts rocky sides plunged down for thousands of feet; in the bottom of the awful declivity ran a swift moun tain stream. :1' "The dog yvill get down that ; canyon side by leaps and bounds. An Indian can run where a white man would dare hardly tb creep. It's a long shot but I Kill-em can carry there." As Old Splint cried these words his long barreled rifle settled into position. . But before his agile finger could p r e ss the trigger, from out of the 'air, apparently, sprang a wonderfully powerful white stallion . On back it bore a tall , white cl a d figure. Old Splint's gun wavered in his hand. ' He fell b ' a c k against the rock behind whiGh he had so recently sheltere<;I himself from the weapon bf the Indian ren , egade. , ' " Good Lordy," cried Splint, "the Spectral Rider!" The Indian saw the awful appa.rition at the same time. A terrible shriek escaped his lips . The white s tallion bore down upon the Indian at a , thunder.ing lope. The Indian gave on ' e panic stricken yell. He launched himself over the beetling walls of the canyo n. I His. foot slipped; 'With a , olood curdling cry, the unfortunate Indian miss e d his footing, and even where' he stood Old


Ul ' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Splint could hear the body of the red man go' whirling down the awful precipice to his death. The SpectratRider plunged forward to the very edge at the cliff . ' vVas he also goin g to jump into the terrible depths? No. On the margin of the gulf the stallion was seen' to s t o p in his mad race. , His f o refeet were almost over the cliff; he stopped, stoo d like a statue for one t e rrible then turned and dart ed up the trail at his same mad speed. A v o ice that seemed to Old Splint to come from the sky tra iled Qehind through the clear air. " Two!" cried the mournful voice of the Spectral Rider. CHAPTER VIII. .. OLD MAN EAST TAKES A HAND. "You certainly have made a great discovery, a grand one." Old Man East superintenqent of the Dacotah No. 6 mine, spoke these words to Old Splinte rs, who had hurried back from the terrible scene he had witnessed, after looking down into the depth of the dreadful can I yon where he cou ld see, by tt1e stream that meandered through it, the shU , bloody, lifel ess form of the Indian, Wild-Bear. Old Splint's)irst thought had been to h)1rry back to the mine and tell East of his ' discovery. He found East at the bottom of a thousand foot shaft in the mine. A gang of men were shoveling feddish ore into a huge bucket that when filled was hurI'ied up, by a chain w indl ass j:o the top of the ground, where, as he looked , up, Splint could see a little round circle of shifting pale light. Other men with lanterns on their hats were to be seen clambering up and down wet, sticky, dirty ladders along the sides of the shaft, their presence being noted' by tiny candles that glowed in the pitchy darkness. " We must get up to that spoo k glen as soon as ,we can," added East. '! The gang have buried' their treasure there at the foot of the tree underneath the grin-, ning skull of which the Indian told you. They won't wait long to try and get the gold. It's the first man there that will get the loot." " Hadn't we ought to take a posse from the miners?" asked Splint. ' • This idea ,seemed such a good one that for quite' a time East hesitated. " It would be better to do it, I think," he said, " but after all I hate to do it. The gold i s a fearful temptation to any man and the boys while they are all honest. might get locoed by the yellow-stuff-well, do you think we can pull this thing off ourselves, alone?" , " Shore." j, Why?" "Yo u have a repertition fer being some fighter," cried SRlint. • :' VV -e-l-l, yes, I suppose so," replied He smiled as he spok , for dealmg ' w,lth the crowd of rough men at Marysville the supenntendent had figuI'ed 111 many a swift and had got "to his gun fust" as the IDl11erS expressed It when telling of his deeds of prowess. . " I have , fit some too," added Sp!lnt. winked at Kill-em, the trapper's trusty rifle which he carried clear down to the depths of the vast rpine with him. Splint laughed.' ., . . " Shore," he " I've done some fitm wld dls old o-al-yes, 'super,' you en me can take care of dat I:> '1 I h' k" gang, h(e, t m . The two men shook hands cordially and then East led the way up the long stretch of twenty-foot ladders to the cool summer air at the top of the shaft. " A gold mil}e. is a go<;>d thing ter own, ef she's a pl;'oducer," remarked Sphnt when he got. to the top of the shaft and drank i11 the clear, pure air, " but she aln'tno great shakes to work in as an im-plo-y-ee." East nodded. " It's queer," he said, f' but somehow I don't feel that all this ore here weare a getting out means riches . To me it's nothing but dirty rock." , " What did yer last run assay?" "Tli-e last time we cleaned up at the mill," replied East , / , we took half a million in gold bullion over the bil1s t o Fort 'Churchil1." " 1;'hat's going some." " " Isn't it? This mine is a producer, all right." " Ain't there nothin' but ore out here in dis confounded country," asked Splint, who was an old miner and had his " gold-nose " still with him. " Splint, I don't know," th superintendent replied. " I've often had the idea that we ought to find pocketgold in this country, where there is so much are, but no one has ever found any." O l d Splint's eyes glistened. Pocket-gold he knew meant sudden riches to the lucky man. He thought of old Bill Bepnett, over in Montana, whp found a pocket of gold one morning and in two hours had taken great nuggets worth fifty tp.ousand dollars out of the pocket. He thought of Tom Sennette, another celebrated seeker after gold who found a pocket of gold that brought him in more than a million of dollars in less than a week. " This yar country is like enough a pocket country," Splint said after the golden dream he had, vanished, "lId l ike to clean up a few poc)cets." The supedntendent laughed " So would we all," he rejoined, " but there's no one hereabouts that has ever found a pocket, so I guess all gold in these parts is in quartz which we have to < ;!lg out by great shafts, crush, in great mills, run through our long process to get the gold--" " And ye gits lots," cried Splint, "but fer me git me t o th' pocket right quick for results." " Yes," answered East. "You get results quick in the pocket. In ten minutes to one you usually clean up thousands of almost pure gold." The two nien looked at each other\and after ..awhile laughed. " The lure of gold, eh?" lightly remarked East. Splint nodded. .. There's plenty some 0' the campa'ys gilt up thar


THE. AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. in the m _ haunted git and s ee e f we can't clean up that thf-r 1?0cket , eh?" • 1 You l e ad the way," answered East. In a few minutes the two m e n were out from the mine, steadily climbing the hills that rose and , rose higher and higher, until they at length ended in the grea ter Bald Mountain. Eas t and Splint , armed to the teeth , hurried along the tr ail until just at dus k they b egan the final steep ascent t o the Home o f the R iders o f the Spectral Hunt. "Pretty s teep," cried East(. "You bet," answered Splint. "The road looks to be choked up with snow" East added as he looked ahead. " It's allers snowin' up hyar," replied Splint.) "Old Baldy ain't lettin' us iellers ever have an .easy trip up hyar." The men toiled onward. The trail. now, was no wider than a tiny cow-path. The s n o w was many feet deep , both men could see. It was hard work ploughing al ong through it and the two men s ank up to their arm pits in their endeavor to progress. " Ahead here I see a big rock, and it's almost across the trail," cried East. " Let's hurry to it and rest." "We kin look downward on the glen whar the tral Riders gather," whispered Splint, in the uncouth language of the trapper. " H ope there i sn't any o f the riders there, " whispered East. It was now quite dark. The snow made patches of strange shapes, like unquiet ghosts on every hand. The men lo o ked a t each other with paler cheeks than either had worn in many y e a rs; e ac h w ould have faced a n y hum a n en emy undaunted but this fight with the inner fear blanched each cheek . "Say , I don' like dis game, up hyar, " whispered Splint, who dropped behind East and trailed along with lagging steps . "Neither d o I," returned East, w h o hated to go ahead and equally hated to have Splint see that he was afraid. "Try fer that there rock." Splint indicated the great bolder which could be seen sticking out of a big heap of snow as he spoke. The men hurried to this vantage place. They climbed up to the top of the boulder. r When they reached the top, as if their arrival had made a signal for the event, there came on the night air a low rumble like distant thunder. ( " Great Scot," cried East, " What's t!W? " He grasped Splint's arm as he spoke. "Thunder," cried Splint, whose face was ashen. " Thunder up here in this land of eternal snow, non sense," replied East. " But et was thunder." "B A " Y ueorge, It sure was. "Thar it is again." Old Splint spoke truly. Again there came a long, 10'Y muttering, deadly, deep roll of a thunder clap. The two men grasped each other's arl1'!s. A vivid flash of-lightning seemed to encIrcle the , ent i re g l en and d i e i n great purple, ora n g e and 'green drcles' o n t he fa r h o ri zon . The two men l ooked dow n into the g len which the viv i d l i g h t threw out in ' wond e rful dis tinctness. They saw a tan g le o f s h ort fir tre e s, a waste of' under t hi cket of spruce, stunte d and g narl e d trees; ;and i n t he very c en te r of the g l e n, in the mid s t of the wild tangle, they saw a bla s t e d tree . , "Thet's th' b l as t e d tree I was er tell in ' yer about," soft l y sai d Splint thro u g h his fear chatte ring teeth. East nodded. Another v i v id burs t o f lightning c a me, and the two lTlen s a w distinctl y before them, on the top of the tree a g rin n in g human skull. Great fear drops massed themselves on East's face. "That's the skull 1you told me about," he cri ed. I' we a r e here near the Home of the Riders of the Sp e ctra l 'Hunt." "Sure, and look , oh look thar!" Ol d Splint point e d to a m o ving f o rm that seemed t o be hurrying t hrou g h the haunted glen . " What i s it?" ask e d Eas t in a suff o c a ted tone. " Looks like a big bar-no 'taint a bar." " I t' s t oo bi g for a bear." , "Wha t i s it then, er moose? " " No t big enough f o r a moose." "What is it, then? " " I d o n ' t know, but look-" East po inted hi s finger a t t he p lace where the great b ul k co uld b e se en m o vin g back and forth. The s h ape qui<;:kly w h i rled hithe r a nd thither. " I t's a h orse," whi s pered East, in c o nsternation . " A bi g w hite "Yes. " " I tho u ght a s mu c h . I t's the r s talli o n wot's been hurri n' after Ba d H arry's ga ng; it' s the steed of that tha r Spectra l Rider . " "Yes, and there is the rider." The t w o me n l ooke d vyi t h fea r tro ubled eyes . They saw a figure in white striding and forw ard. • The figure 'was tha t o f a man: He' str o de about hi s re s tles s h o r s e ; he seemed to .'. floa t i n the air, as the h oo fs Of the impatient beast struck the earth. T h e r e ca m e another v ivid flash of lightning. "Good G o d, at th at!" cried E as t. The g h ostly figure wa s standing directly beneath the human skull and w a s m o ckin g it. The living men could see the white wraith shaking its fists at the dead grinning skull. The snorts of the white horse could he heard where they stood. Flashes o f lightning s e emed to play about the glen; the l o n g l o w rumble of distant thunder sounded. There came a horrible crash . Before its dread concussion had . ended, ;East and Splint. two panic stricken fear-speeded men were tearing b ack down the trail. , F o r they had seen the mammoth stallion, and the Spectral Rider, hurrying toward them on the speed of the wind. " , "Run, he'll git us'," cried Splint. " He i s right behind us, I can run no faster," yelled East, but at the same time dashing madly onward in his wild 'attempt at escape.


THE AMERICAN INDJAN W'EEKLY. CHAPTER IX. "NUMBER THREE." A solitary flgure / sinister, huge, and truculent was meanwhile nearing ,the fateful glen . But i s was approaching with stealthy tread, like a w ' olf in search of its prey, or' like the sneaking coyote of the Far N orth , each step being carefully planned so that there would be no rolling of earth backward down the steep hill. Wb,en nearly to the top of the hill that led to 'Bald Mountain the solitary figure paused. " It could be seen to be carefully examining its f ' weapons. . E very and then" in the gloom of the early night it peered about a,s if in ' search of something. While the waiting figure stood silent, and nfrrowly looking , hither and thither, a second solitary figure was wending it way up the but at an angle removed from where first figure was toiling, and quite away from the trail down which East and Old Splint were dashing for dear life's sake pursued by the Spectral Rider. At length the first figure continued on its W

HiE AMERICAN INDIAN I. Shore I'll just as keerful ez I kin, but poddner, carefully at his work of dio-o-ing up the treasure that I ver knows the teller thet got Fat Ted, sez I No. 1,' can ' t hear him." , , he gits Ted." With stealthy steps Bad Harry began moving to" Yes," ward the glen. , , Bad Harry's teeth were chattering with fear-and . He could' see it lying dark, mysterious, grim"with cold. ( , deadly.in1port in its sullen blackness ';right before 'him. " An then." he addeo, " w' en that thar feller gifs the 'But, where was ' Long Dan? ' , .• Indian, I'll bet he yells' Ko. 2.' "J: Not a sound betrayed the presence of the mJssing "Thet's wo t I heern. tell he did yell. N ail-Tooth renegade. I. ' was a hidin' .w'e? vVild-Bear goes over inter thet i Softly Bad Harry crept nearer and nearer to the horr'ble canyon, fight whar he hearn every thin'." glen. , " W o t did he hyear?" J Still there was no sign of the missing man. " He sez he hearn th' ghost wot was a chasin' Wild" What was that ? ' " , Bear, yell' ='. 2,' w'en the Indian sails down over The words came hi ssj n g ly through set teeth of inter de canyon ter his death." the fdghtened man . " Gosh! " A long, low peal Qf thundet crept down from the 1 . • " Sure as yer born." , , ' , The two men crept nearer to each other when the " 'Bad Han),;'s face was as white as the sno,w about grewsome tale was told. -, him. , ' , " • ' , I wanted to Jeel that human being was . tl My God I 'I the b 'andit\ cried in agony, "look near In all the awtul desolatlOn about them, and with there! vVbat is that horribl e sha,.pe swinging there? Is the terrible g l en of the Spectral Riders so neap at hand. it-no, it can't be Long ban?" " "Well. we can't er fool hyear much," at length cried Now no longer fearing man or ghost, the bandit Bad Harry, " So long. " dashed forward toward the dread , shape, firing his " So long," criea Long Dan cocking his revolver as mighty re vo l ve r as he did so; the loud explosion of he pulled it from his belt and creepipg up o:ver the each cartridge as it sou)1ded, came high and clear sno,w ,toward the gold looted in the raid on the pay , -above a s ullen peal of t):1t1l1der' but the horrible figure master s call1p. right ahead gaye no answering, shots. , ' . Bad Harry dug his feet deeper into the snow, and' For, haNging by the neck, dead and cold, s11jinging in in turn cocked the magazine rifle he had slung over helplessness, Bad Harry Hutton saw the dead form of his his shoulder when he left Marysville. friend and bandit compdn.ion, Long D an J es sup , whose The arsenal he stood now ready to turn against distorted tace told of the horrible agony ' in which he had human being or spook, for with familiarity in the, ended his career of crimf b h hid b On the dead bandit's breast, rudely shaped in white grewsome scene a out Jill, e la egun to his courage, and was in a trice n o longer panic stricken chalk, Bad 'Harry saw this-with fear. but had become the deadly dan.gerous " NUMBER THREE." leader of the renegade band, in which he had fought himself upward with a red tide of blood about his ever advancing step. " The minutes crept along. Still no sound came from the vicinity c\f the haunted glen, where Long Dan by this time must' be at work. "He must have reached the glen-I ought to hear the sound of the spade which I told him was secreted in the bushes right near the buried treasure. Listen, and I will hear the muffled strokes of his , spade." Thus thought Bad Harry. ' But no noise reached his ear he strained every nhve in his anxiety to hear the welcome sound. The far ,cry of a timber wolf calling to its mate sounded on the eats ot the baffled bandiJ; that was all. Above him a solitary shooting star made a brief pathway in the sky of fire. J t vanished. , ,!r The silver darkness of a moonless Far N orth-W est night settled back about him as he still awaited a sound from Long Dan. Ten minutes; twenty minutes, half an hour thus passed. Xo welcome sound of the return of the wanderer reached Bad Harry's ears. ' His blood began to freeze in his veins. His face was pale. His stiffened hand could hardly hold his revolver. Still he awaited the' signal; but no sigrta l came. " Something has to Long Dan," muse!i the handit. "Or, maybe, I ahl too far and He is so " Are you alive?" , • I know-yet." , Thes e f 0 senJences escaped ' from the lJips of Old Man East, anel Old Sp l inters, the trapper, and super intenciel1t of the, bmous mine, Dacotah No.6, ,respectively as they sat up in ' a snow bank, at the f60t , of Bald Mountain, just the tql. il began to t dip downward ouf of the snow hne. :: continued , Old Splint. ,,' The Spectral Rider." " I don't know, and I don't want to know where he went-do you think) am in love with ghosts so that I can't live without 'JCm?" Olel Splint roared. "My," he went on, /{ thet ghost riel a mighty fine hoss; did ye ever see sHch a .whopper of a hoss? " "I funning so hard I didn't stop to look at 'the horse; what kin<1, of an animal was he?"


22 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I " Er bi g w h it e s t alJiol"l. I ne ve r in all me life seen , such a bi g w hite h oss ." , "Oh." -' "He wa s a s n o r t in ' f oam a n' fir e , thet was yards 10ng Y f "What?" " Ye s sir, wh y,' h 9pe I m ay d i e , but ' e wos." " Was he a go in g fas t?" " N ever see n a h oss s ki n s o in all m y life." "But w h y didn't he cat c h u p witH: us If he was goin g s o fas t ? U "He did ." "What? " "Yes, he did." "The h o r s e caught up with u s?" " Sure : " " " If he did ' catch up with us how is it we are alive? " "I' ll tell yer. Ye know w'en we started ter run, you wor ao.ead, agoin' some and I wa s behind a goin' some , but not a goin ' as stro n g as y e wos, 'cause yer some y e a rs youn ger nor me-see?" With a sm ile ,East nodded. "So I seen yer a goin' some and I ter meseH, 'ef Eas t a keeps up thet g ait he ' ll ,hit Marysville in erbout ten se c onds more." " S w eet Marysville being jus t at that moment about three mil es away, which would be some record to make ; three miles in ,ten, seconds." , " I didn ' t say yer wos a goin' ter git thet record, but I sez thet at the gait yer first hit up yer would er made the di s tance easy in thet, time." , " Oh. Then I didn't keep my str' ide . " "Yer did not, fer just as the' Spectral Rider was right on top 0' ye, yer foot slipped and yer conies down on th' back 0' yer neck, and ye slides down this year trail like as ef yer was some kinder human sled." "I stumbled and fell, did I?" " . Yer stumbled-some, ,and yer fell moreIi some," " 'Then I slid down the traiL " " Sure thing. " I , " Then ,whatl happened? " " The bi g h os s he was ri ght a-top 0" ye then. I seen it all fer I'd f a llen inter a big h o le 0' snow, and I was a watchin' him. git ye." "Nice of you , to watch me' get killed; why didn't you shoot? " " Shoot? Shoot what? A ghost? Yer makes me sick . " "You think it, was a ghost?" "Sures t thing yer know." " What maKeS you think it was a ghost? " " Cau s e as he swept by me, he held his head on the pommel of his saddle right ahead 0' h , im? " "What?" " J es wot I said . " " You mean to tell me the Spectral Rider was a headless horseman, when he rode by you in pursuit of me? " "Yes.' " I "You're crazy." "Not much, East. I tell yer I seen thet sight proper outten me two lamp s , Thet feller was a riding arter you w ith his. head in his hands , afore him on the saddle 0' hiS hoss." "Before him; his head , on the saddle of the white " stallion? Man, you're dippy." "Nope ;.' . The o ld tra pper a n d miner w a s s o plamly at h avi nG' hi s statement d oubted that deCided to him by asking h i m further quesflOns. " ' W h a t el s e happen e d?" he queried. " T h e r want no else ter h appen. Thet rider, he gits ri g h t cl ose t e r y e ; h e l a n s oyer, right inttr y e r face, and the n , wid out a WOld, he back ter w h e r e I was. I g in meself up fer lorst. " Ye d i d, e h ? Go o n , you 're getting interesting." "Bu t the ghost jest jumps o ver where I was a h i d in' easy like and t hen h e swings right ,up e r t r ai l , ri ght back to dat g l e n , whar he vamshes like the r m orning mis t. " . East's fa c e w a s a study o f amazement. " r ca n ' t s e e if t h e Sp'ectra l Rider chased me why he didn't d o me up when g o t to me," East ventured. " E ' k n o w.'.' ' "Why? P " You k now h e look e d over a t yer face , w'en he gits ne a r t ' ye." "Yes." "Wall, he jest s ee s then that the' old boy' has ye m arked already, so he sez t e r himself, sez he, 'we'll g it thet feller anyho w , w o t s the use 0' my botherin' wi d him.' " East made a p as s with his fist at Splint, but the trapper managed ,to a v o id it. " W h y didn't the Rider get you, when he had the c h a n ce instead of jumpi n g o v e r y ou? " " That's an easy o ne." " Easy or not answer the question." Splint dre w down hi s eyelid s o that the white plainly showed. " Come here," he cried. E as t o be y ed. He peered intently into the old trap-per's e ye. " D o you see anything there? " O ld Splint ash; d this qpestion. After some study East replied. " I d o n o t , " he asserted. "." Notl;ting of any co l o r I mean? " " What color? " " Green." Old Splint exploded into a gust' of merriment. East stood staring blankly after him. " N ow, Splint," continued East, "I'm going' to tell yo u why you were not attacked by the Spectral Rider." "Why?" J "1;3ecause. the' old b oy' you talk about has no place 111 hIS hot weather town for foolish people like you." It was turn to laugh. But both ni.en. were sobered in a moment by a loud cry tha t hurled Itself far up the mountain side. They looked at each other in alarm. " Did you hear that fearful shriek? " whispered East. " Yes," replied SpUnt. The two men listened again. The dreadful cry agaiq 'assailed their ears. " S o meone is in mortal peril," cried East. "Follow m e , Splint! We must see what is the matter," A tremenduous of flame burst from the sky, jU'lt as he spoke. . it blinded thetwo, running men.


CHAPTER XI. THE MARK OF DEATH. " Long Dan, he dead?" "Yes." "Wild-Bear, he dead?" "Yes." " Fat Ted , he dead?" "Yes. " "Who goes next?" " I don't know-some other member of our gang." the and Bad Harry Hutton, were alone In Dlrty Spoon saloon in Marysville, when the foregoing conversati9n took place. Bad Harry was a broken man. No longer di , d he carry himself like a thief of a great band; no longer was he full of battle and ready t6 meet his foes. Instead he was hardly able to contain himself for a deadly fear of the future constantly oppressed him. " I ain't myself, Nail-Tooth," Bad Harry added in a low voice. "I don't know whar to turn." I " Brace up," said the red man. "This is all we cali do, now." " We must do something before long." " Sure." I; But I don't know what to do." "Neither do I-'cept g .et the ' gold." "Dat sounds ea ' sy, but Long Dan tried; yer se e s his finish?" . , " If 'ye get gold, we break gang; git, same as warning. sa vey?" " Bet yer life . If I git's me first on share -0' dat gelt, it's me fer the quick sneak." I e Better git , while alive; than stay, dead." "Sure . But I ain't got no means 0' goin'. I ain't • got no hoss. I ain't got no' grub. I must git the gold ' to git a grub-stake wiJ:h." The desperate plight of the two men was shown in their a nxious looks . They were anxious to obey the dreaded warry.ing of the Spectral Rider, but they had no way of escaping . . Without money, without credit, they could not launch them s elves out in the dreary waste of the vast North-West country, for thus death was surely their portion. And to remain meant, equally, sure death. No wonder the fight was well out of Bad Harry. "Why not make one more try f o r gelt?" asked 'N a il Tooth. "By thunder. but I'd like ter, but 'tain't no use. The Spectral Riders are a-Iookin' arter the' gold. We can't git it ever . " . The thought of-Long Dan Jessup swinging at the end of a rope, dead, above the buried treaSure made Bad Harry shudder as he spoke. • . "What we do den?" queried Nail-Tooth. "I dunno . " "Wot gang say?" " I dunno." " What you say to gang?" " I dunno." " Can't make plan?" " No plan to make." "Naw. " INDIA)J' WEEKLY. " Gang s k i n yo u ' li ve." " I do n't c a r e . " N a il-T ooth , shrugged hi s shoulders w ith the red man's a ccept a n c e (Df the decrees of fate without protest, an t I r os e an

THE AMERICAN INDIAN He had seen to it that a committee of three mem bers of the renegade band drew near at this juncture to once more hold a conversati on as to and , means with Bad Harry. ' , A big, sandY-bearded ' led the gang of men, who now ventured to draw near. ' "vI/eli, IlVhiskey what do you and yer side parelners want?" snarJed Bad Harry as the trio approacbed. , , IVhiskey Blye stammered a bit, out managed 'to b1\lrt out thatd1e, and his companions wanted gold, ,. \ Veil, so do I," sneered Bad Ii arry, ' : but' perhaps ye,r kin tell me ho\v the blankety-blank 1 kin git,to it? " " vVhar is de stuff; we fellers j ' n de gang Qon't know. H's only ye men, higher up, thet .seems ter know where the stuff is hid." ( , Bad tIarry q:uickly blurted out the hiding place of the money. Fear perch 'eel on every face. " W ot wos ' ye think in' of ter cache the cash in the haunted glen?" vVhiskey Blye finally managed to articulate. . "Vvasn't thet the safest place fer i ?" yelled Bad Harry. "Me en Long Dan cached the money within two honrs aftfr the raid 6n the paymaster's camp. It wos whar not a single feller Gud find it-perfectly "Look out, N ai lTCloth," roared vVhiskey Blye. "The demon rider i s behind you." AI! saw the Indian stop, look pack, whirl about, and t y to raise his rifle to hi s sh?ulder to for a shot, at the hOfribJe figure that came chargmg upon them. " Look! " cried BaG. Han,'y, " The Spectral Rider has got Nail-Tooth.:' Bad Ha'rry spoke correctly. The clustered band, with drawn faces, in which tible fear and dreadful curiosity were mingled saw the Spectral Rider swing to the side of the unfortunate Indian. 1 , The Rider's hand graspe' d Nail-Tooth's rifle. It. wroenched it fr0111 the Indian's grasp. The ghostly figure was seen to cheCK its horse in its stride, and, then there was a flash, a sharp report, and N ai]Tooth wildlY ' thre;; his hands in the air, and sank to the grouJ;),d, dead. " FOUR." The startled, amazed gaog of bandits heard this single word, come floating back to them, before even \ the report of the weapon which had killed the Indian seemed to have died ' a,way and even before the tiny spray of smoke from the rifle had disappeared into the air. I "Who next?" ,yelled Bad ,Harry, with a laugh like that of a maniac. "Who next? Who next?" in case them Mounted Police got to us on suspicion; but, r didn't thin\< this' hear demon 0' a Spectral Rider wos goin' to ' gi t to guardin' the stuff, er I'd not'dug I 110 hole in that thar glen.)' , "', The bandits then held a meeting at which all of the gang remaining 'were present, t o talk over matters. After much debate it was decidM that Nail-Tooth" was Jhe best man left among the renegades to make a trial for the money. , His wbod-craft, knowledge of the country, and his 'uhdoubted abi lity to travelalmost unseen , seemed to pick him out from his fell ows as the mOst available member of the band ,to make a new attempt upon the trea,sure . ' '! Nail-Tooth made no comment when he was told of th e perilolls jO, b he h3.4 been selected to accompli;;h. , .He l ooked over his weapons carefully as an IndIan wan'iot s hould, while the remainder of the desperadoes c:owded about him, and gave " him much good ad VIce. "Thar's one thing ter remember, Nail-Tooth," said Whiskey Blye, " Ef yer don't gi t to the gold yer gang is a dead gang. This is a last cast fer us. We er all broke, and near ter s tarvation. The raid was er loss fer u s in men, in. ting-;say, I wisht we haqn't 'er touched ou to It." " • Every present heartily agreeq with the sp' eaker. " W ot's de use 0' a kkkin' et fate , " crkd another bandit. "V\T e jest didn't win out on this game-see? Better luckfl a-comin'." , Nail-Tooth by this time was ready. . He straightened up, threw his rifle ove r his shoulder, gave his belt a hitch, and then as he walked softly awav on his moccasined feet. the bandits crowded out in , f[ont of the Dirty Spoon to watch hi , m as he walked witl} stealthy steps down the trail toward Bald Moun tain, and the g len of mystery. At the turn of the trail, down upon the Indian 'was seen to come speed in g, the tremendous white stallion. His ghostl y rider was upon hi s back, seated as grim, as relentless fate its e lf . , CHAPTER XII. \ -' IN THE REALM O,F,bEATI-I. , " I can 110t see." " Neither kin 1." " It seems as if a hot iron had seared my eyes." "Mine re a burnin' like balls 0' fire." Such exclamations burst from the lips of Wilson East and Old Splint, when they came to themselves, after being literally knocked down by a blinding sheet ' of flame that sprang from the mound underneath which was buried the treasure in the dread glen of mystery. " My! that Was awful," added East. "I can hardly see now.'" " "My eyes are g ,etting p.ccustom' ter de light, but Gee whiz, dey aches," replied Old Splint. "liVas there not a tremendous explosion when the flames struck us?" "You bet. The airth rocked. " " But did the flame strike us?" " Dunno," " I 1 don't think it did." "Why? " "Because if it had it would have burned us alive. It was a white flame you know and it was tipped with red." , "I can't 'soy wot it was tipped wit, but it tipped me over, all ri'ght." " No it didn't. " " Why not?"


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. , • J "Because it was not the flame that knocked us down." -"-"What did knock us down?" "Concussion the "Sounds good-but I don't twig." "The e x plosion was independent from' the flame, I mean." . 1 "Oh!" " No, ' oh ' about it; just, a fact." "Yo1;1 are the story, and seem to be the ex' p e r t e ngaged to give the' evidynce-let 'er git." " I w ill. The flame was first; the explosion came last." "Wot d o we care. It knocked uS over, wheter 'twas fla m e or con-con-what did ye call it?''' . " Conc u s sion." , , " I kne w there was a cuss about it some whar; probabl y it was the cuss that made the flame , and hit up the co nco n-oh, you know wha t h e 11'),adeY " H e m ad e some noise, if a ' he' had anything to do with th e matter. " " M ight hav e been a ' she'? " "Might ot" . " D o y o u think it was?" " Vlas what?" " A s h e ? " " H ow d o I know?" " I dunno." • " O f coul' s e you don't; n either do 1. .All we know is there was a dreadful explosionJ a terrible burst' of' flame, and we were bowled over like nine pins." Old Splint drew nearer an' d laid his h and on East's c o at-slee ve. " Say," he muttered, " 'twa'n't a ghos t , did that, eh? " East l oo k e d o ver his shoulder b efore replying. "There's n o such things as ghosts. " . But h e spoke these words . with dry lips and with . many timid glances about him. " H o w a b out the Spectral Rider?" , Splint w hi spered this sentence i n the e a r s of East!. "I know-I can't', explain that. " " How ab out the white " . "I kn ow-I can't explain that." , "Ho w about the _ sound of hurrying hosses. ; the blue flam e s , the-say man, you bet they is ghosts. " All Ea s t c o uld do was shal{ e his head. His faith in his Own statements seemed to be so shifting, that Splint s aw in a second that East was try i g to bolster up his courage by vehement denials. "Ghosts , them thet 1<;nows sez , do exist," cried Splint. "I seen thet thar Spectral Rider, and ef he ain' a ghost , what is he?" . Even Eas t admitted that this line of was unanswera bIe. .1 "I can not explain all this w ondrous mystery," he said. "I don't know what has Gaused all the \ terrible phenomona we have witnessed. I know" nowever,' that underneath grinning skull placed above the treasure. taken in the raid on the paymaster's camp, was buried the money stolen from Tom Bristow, and you and 1's going to try for that cash if al1 the ghosts from th e other world stand around trying to prevent me." "I s uppose ye would at that.'! " At what?" "Ye v\tQuld if death was yet sure reward, an' not the gold? " "You\e got some sand/' h a ve no hand in any plot ter it?" " Sand? Nonsense! I ain't going to let my good friend Tom Bristow be set d own fot: a thief, if I can help it." " Neither 1." ' . ' "Tl'ten a B y o u h a v\':1 to d o i s to get busy: With me and we will S0011 dig UP. tha t treas ure and prove that T o m Bristo w knew nothing o f the burying of the go-ld b efore he di s a p peared." " How are you g oin ' t o prove that?" . " I ain't p ' repared t o say yet, but s omething 's bound t o turn up." 1 " v..; o t der ye think'l turn up? " _ "Bunno . Bu1:f;it lo o k s t o m e , a s if w he n Bad Harry bur i N l t h a t p lun der-it's more than half a m illi op. d o llars in gold, you know-he m).1s t have b uri e d it in some kin 4 of a ca s k o r barrel o r ches t o r in s omething that bel o nged t o hin r " ,II Wot, 0' -thet?" " ' W h y, S pl i ,nt, if h e did , don't you se e , tha t i f w e can r eturn the m o ney in som ething be l o n g ing t o Harr y Hutton o r t o the bandit leader's gan g it s e lf, i t will shr:n() r a i d e d th e camp?" " W o t d oes dilt "Th e e n tire inn ocen ce o f Tom Bri s t ow in any comp li c ity in a plot t o r ob the m o ne y ch es t he was bo u n d t o l :otect . " " , "Oh , r ats." "Wh y do YOll say that?" "Yo n make me sick . " "Wh, Y ? " .. "You d on't have te r prov e naw thing. " , "-'\tV hV' n ot? " t b em wounds ' thet Tom Bri s t ow go t in ' de fen ce o f thet thar g o ld en ough pr90f the t he di dn't " l! lIJu!d l ;;q lOrd U! ou "Yes-to us , but not t o the world. The world mirches always-if it can." "Let 'er smirch." "That's all right but you d on't w ant it to an a b sent man ... whom we know wandered away while in w ild delirium from his many wounds ." " Of course 1iot." , , " And therefore, if we dig up that g o ld and find it buri ed in a box or in a valise, in anything iri fact , which we can trace hack to Bad Harry or his gang we can c o nvi c t Bad Harry an d the re s t of hi s gang whom the S p ectral Rider has left ali v e and pro ve that Tom Bristow c o uld hav e had nothing to do \with the robbery." r', I am wit yer-but the Spectral Rider i s eloin' a lot to git rid 0' the fellers ,we want ter c o nvict. Ef we don't c o n vict quick we w on't hev IW one to convict . They's all will be then smelts ." "But conviction Ot not we will have the sat.is faction of the ,reputation Qr' Tom' Bristow . . '" Old Splint could n o t see that any redemption was neces sary and he ' boldly said s6. . "But I'll git inter thet game, jest he said , "I'll dig plump throug h inter China but I'll git thet treasure , back. Come on." Suiting the" action to the word, Old Splint led the way. Then he stopped as if shot. "Whar's a spade?" he asked. " Oh,' I thQ .ught of that," " E f ye did why did!,l't yer bring one," snarled Splint. " Didn't have to bring one." , " vVhy not?"


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "There's one lying there beside the treasure mound." "What? " " Sutten, as you say." " I don't twig." "Hasn't there been several attempts lately to get the treasure?" " Yes." , "Two men got as far as the grave?" " No, only Qne man gits thet fur." " You're right-it was only one man who got there." "One man got ter the mound underneath which is buried the treasure, all ri?h.t." , "Yes. It was Long Dan Jessup." " And he's tqaT yit." " Hanging by his neck. And quite dead, you see." . " dead, an' I wisht his gang wos along ' Side er hlm.''1 " All , r ,ight for that. But you know as well as I do, that Long Dan didn't go into that home of the Riders of the Spectral Hunt without knowing\ what he was after, do you?" " " Sure thing. He was arter the gold." " How was he going to get the gold?" " Dig fer it." " What with?" " Oh, sure, he'd need a spade. He'd take a spade up ter t.h' glen, an' plaYi is, thet seein' Long Dan is detamed thar, so as.to speak, he'lJ hev left his spade behind--" " And we will use .it seeing as he hasn't much use for it--" , "'Cept to bury his self, witch I ain't sure at this writin' he kin , do." " "Then all we have , to do is to start and go right ahead until we get to that treasure." " Come 0,11." " Then it's a foot race to the spot." The two men darted forward. Soon they had reached the glen of death and' mystery. I', \ f01;:11 of tal}, huge Long Dan Jessup, was seen swmgmg m the. aIr, a bloated festering corpse, whose black face, stanng eyes , face distorted in ' the death agony, mutely told of his horrible death. " Gosh! " Old Splint these words as his hand swept to hIS ey;es to keep out the dreadful sight. "He died hird," whispered East, as he drew near to Splint, for the wind vyaS, making 'strange noises in the darkening depths of the glen. "Thar's .the grinnin'. skull, behind Long Dan," ejac ulated SplInt as he pomte'd a trembling finger at the object, which seemed to be covered now by a pale shifting light. ',' • ' " And see, just as I said, right under the skull is the mound beneath which the banClits have cached the loof stolem from Bristow." " By Gosh, yer right. We didn't need to bring no spade." ' $ ' . In three steps East grasped the spade. This broke the spell. " Arter all," cried Splint, "a dead bandit ain't half ter be feared of. Ef either 0' these ( wos alive . en had a gun in ther' fists, then 'ud be the time ter git scart. But say, they's on'y dead men, and lain scart 0' no sti'ff, not yitY . \Vith stalwart arms that worked like piston rods, East soon had quite a hole dug through the center of the mound. , • ,I i "Vhen he was weary Sphnt took the spade and after ten or fifteen minutes of hard shoveling, Splint gave a cry of delight. ' , " Me spade" s hit sumpin," he cried. "What? " " I dunno." " Feel about and ' see what you have hit." Splint followed the advice l " It's a 'ilig " Are you sure?" " " Yes." , , , Splint dug hard for a fe'w, moments . Strre ' enough.. There could -be seen an' end of the box sticking out, East jumped into -the hole. His eyes were b'lazing with excitement. He grasped the end of the box and gave a long pull. Splint dropped' his spatle and took hold of the box also. Both men with heads close together tugged and wrellched with all the power each muscular frame held. Then upon each head a terrible force descended. Whack! Crash! ' Splint and East curled up like two dry bits of forest leav.es and without a murmur of pain, the two men plunged forward upon the gold they had so dearly gained, insensible clods of flesh and blood. A dark form jumped into the trench upon them, with a horrible 'Jell of angry glee. . IN THE HANDS OF THE BANDITS. Splint was the first to 'recover his wits " Where fLm I?"J he thought. . The scene before he was stricken then came back to his mind. He tried to move. But he could not. He ,that he was firmly bound in a 'manner that made It impo, ssible for him to ' move. \ Sphnt managed ,to his head. He saw that East aJso was bound hand and foot. _ East groaned and opened his eyes. ': What happened?" whispered East in an unsteady vOice. . "I don't know rightly. Some how et seemed ter me dat th' sky fel1." :: If it did it hit me. How my head aches." I hearn tell thet the sky cud tie up a fel ler hke thIS away," added Splint. '. He looked down at his bound hands and feet as he spoke... . "I'm tied ,up pretty well myself" I . d East I "Who did :it? " ,\ ' answere .


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "I did it." The speaker wlro had been listening to the two men then whirled into view. " By hokey," groaned Splint. " Bad Harry Hutton." "The same," said Bad Harry, as he sat down on the edge of the mound. " Weare "prisoners! " cried East. " You are, very good prisoners ter me, see? " replied the bandit, with a villainous smile. Splint and East knew that they were now facing death. They were in the hands of the bandits. Tried ter git me gold, eh? " cried Bad Harry, as his face flushed with anger. "Tryin' ter do me dirt." , "It's not your gold," answered East. "Whose the blank is it if it ain't mine? " shouted Bad " " You stole it." East turned his head as he and shot a glance of hatred at the bandit leader. "Wot 0' dat? Ef I stole it, it's mine, now ain't it? " "No more than any plunder belongs to the thief that tooK it from its rightful owner." "Aw, shet up. Wot's' rightful owners' ter do wit life out here, whar ownership goes wid de man, who drawed the quickest gun," howled Bad Harry. "It's got a lot of right, even outt here," calmly re joined East. "You'n; going in wrong, Bad Harry, and I warn you to loosen our bonds and skip quick, for if you don't you will be arrested for the crimf; of rob bing Tom Bristow, the you9g paymaster." " Arrest me fer-oh say, yer makes me see red. Ef yer says thet agin' I'll hang ye along side 0' Long Dan Jessup, up thar, above our ' heads. Yer ain't got me in jail , yet." There was a blaze.of anger in the eyes of Bad Harry. East saw it aod shuddered. " Bad Harry, you are a {ool." , ! , < . -"It "\Vot? " The bandit's eyes were now ablaze anger: "I say you're a fool," continued East. . "Why? " Bad Harry's hand began playing with his revolver. " Oh, stop bluffing," cried East. "You know what I mean, Of COUI'Se you can kill me or Old Splint here if you want to. ' I suppose you hit us over the he . ad, didn't you?" The renegade laughed grimly. " Say you fellers was blumb funny," he said. "Ye was so dead in airnest in tryin' to rob me of me gold, thet yer didn't watch-out a bit fer yerselves. I creeps. up behind yer. Yer were both close /together a pull ing like a Chinaman at that thC\r box. I jist clubs , me rifle and gin it to ye together, right on yer heads. Say, I tought sure I'd split yer dirty skulls, ye varmits." "Even if you had, don't you see where you would land?" quietly interjected East. " Naw." " Shall I tell you?" " Ef yer wants to." /, In jail." "Wot? " "In jail." At this point SplInt began to warble a little war time song, which ran something like tliis: "In the prison cell I sit." I , The bandit was now almost frothing at the mouth with r a ge, But East paid no attention to his anger. , He continued talking as if he had not noticed the tempes t of rage in the reqegade's heart. ' '.' You can figure out what I am going to say your self," went on East. "I know you can kill us both if you wish, but don't you see that I am pretty well known in the :North West?" " W ots thet ter do with me?" , ..' "Only this-if I am murdered there s mll110ns of money behind the men who own Dacotah No.6, and they are the kind of men that will spend it all if necessary to avenge me." -"Oh," cried' Bad Harry. "There's something over fifty thousand dollars in that chest ,there-now what is fifty when it is opposed to, millions? " " I don't understand yer." Bad Harry was plainly puzzled. .' " I'll explain," continued East. " How long will your shar, e of the loot la s t you in running away from the men Illy s ide can hire with their millions?" , Bad Harry's face was somber and meditative. "YOll may get away for a month, for a year, for . fiv e y e a r s but you can't get away and you can't get away a t all when your ca.sh IS go?e; and your cash will 0'0 like a dream , while our SIde have cash to> " enough to go on forever. , ' "Wo t'll happen then?" asked Bad Harry who like mo s t b andits was utterly without a sense of perspective. H e had no faaulty of l ooking forward to the con-sequenc e s of any of. his crimes. , "I s ee wot yer ' means. Y er hint .ter me thet if I kills yer thet yer people Will glt me ef It takes ye.ars ter do it?" Bad Harry finally remarked. " That's just what I mean." . " And thar's some pretty handy gent's wid guns, w1l1 stand out ter git ye in memory 0' me," said Old Splint. " Well, gents, I'm goin' ter take a chanst," cried Bad Harry. "I'm gOg ter yer , prettY , bla , nk sudde.n ter the limb thar, where me pardner, Long Dan, IS a swinging." There was no that Bad Harry meant what he said. Old Splint turned his head toward East. "It's us fer the cold, cold grave," he said in a loud, . whispering tone. _ " Looks that way to me," cried East. "Well, a man can die but once after all." " A can live but oncet," added Splint, "which doesn't mean, sport, thet I'm a hankering after this mortal coil to.be wound up." " " 'It's hard to die. There is much that I ought to do before going." "Thet's wot they all say," put in Bad Harry. "Well, yer a goin} ter die with yer boots 0t?at dat.". Old Splint was seen to be laughmg mernly. " W ot yer laughin' at?" growled Bad Harry, suspicio , usly. In answer Splint held up his two stockinged feet; he had covertly removed his boots. "Hang away, ye blanked bandit," howled Old Splint. " Yer ain't got no bad man' ter kill wit his boot on. Yer killing a real gent wit his boots off."


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. \ Bad Harry , made no reply. Instead he whistled shrillv. Several , men of hi s gang down into the hole the two, go ldseekers had made, "Hang them I fellers," Bad Harry cried without further remarks. ' t With joyful shouts the renegades pounced upon East and .Splint . , I The hour is about to strike for u s ," cried East. " Weare both dead men," l1'luttered Splint, as he felt a r o pe encircle bis neck where it was placed by one of the, bandits. ' " G0me on," shouted Bild Harry:. " I wil1 soon have my revenge for the hanging of Long Dan thar, when I have seen you two hoboes a daricin' on a rope along side 0' my pflrdner that was." , , Three of the bandits thre\ the rope end OVer,the fr ee and pulled i t S6 that' East was soon standing w ith a taut rope about his neck directly tinder the sadly swayin g corpse of Long Dan. Others of the bandi ts had performed the same duty , for poor Splint, who was now piaced underneath the skull of the dead traitor bravo, w hich seemed to grin him in mocking delight. 'East closed his eyes. fIe expected to be swung the ' next moment into eternity.' Splint clo'Sed his eyes also. He intittered an unaccustomed prayer. ' " Jerk em into hell," roared Bad Harry to his fol l owers. CHAPTER XIV. A RACE "VITH DEATH. The roaring words of Bad Harry Hutton had not died away, and just as the bandit gang were swinging East 'and Splint into eternity, there came from the sky, apparently, another dreadful roar. With the sound East and Splint were thrown violently to the ground. Around them they heard dimly groans, shrieks of agony; a hurly-burfy of pain. As in a dream Ei'lst saw men's bodies darting through the air, to come do\.vn in dismembered heaps. Three bandits lay s till near him , with gaping woupds in their heads. One man ran around whimpering in agony grasping one of his arms, which had been cut off. just how East could not imagi ' ne. He only knew that he felt as if he was gazing on sOp1e terrible picture of war. Other men were trying to crawl feebly away, and ah, what was that? ' A tall, white figure loomed over all at the very mouth of the infernal crater. Something in his hand was spitting fire, with a t er rible roaring sound. With each explosion a bandit seemed to die. ' Then East came to' himself. " Dynamite!" he sereamed. ' . . " Some one has blown up the entIre bandIt gang! howled Splint, 110t knowing how he had escaped and filled w ith wonder over the escape East. It was indeed the. The bandits, had been blown almost to atoms by some one , whom, neither East or Splint could imagine. Bad Harry Hutton, in some miraculous manner had escaped almost uninjured. But he was still the gun-fighter, even with his foll o,, 'ers lying dead in heaps 'about him. , He st'ood half way up the with his re volver in his h and, which he was finng at the figure ' in whitG that towered above him. " he SpectraL Rider!" cried'Splint, "look, he and Harry are fighting a duel." East gazed in s huddering wonder. , But in his anxiety, in the terrible fear that beat upon his heart, Bad H;a'rry's a ill1 was w ild. He only had time for two shots, then_there came a sharp report from the Spectre; Bad Harry clutched wild Iv at the a ir. He fell backward dead. THE GANG TOGETHER." These were the words that fell upon the ears of East and SpFnt from the lips of the dread figure in white. . ' The 1:wo frightened men could right behind the Spectre. the beautjful white stallion. I Let's run," cried Splint. " Let's," breathed East. yVith tottering steps the two men started to get away from the dreaded s h ape. But a weil known voice them. " Here you what's your hurry? " The ja,"",s of East and Splint fell as they heard the words, uttered by the supposed wraith. The figure had thrown back its deadly white cowl. "It's .Ton;) Bristow, the Paymaster!" said Splint. . "East, ain't got, a hooker in your kit? I'm going to fa,int." , " Faint and be-well, you know, but let me get my flippers ' on that chap Bristqw. I'll shake his hand off, so help me Don Bob," answered East, who hurried fOI-ward, hardly in bisright n-iind. 'Yes, it was Tom Bristow, in the flesh , hardy as of yore, grinning with pride a t his dreadful work. He wrung the arms of East first. and then those of Splint. He grasped their hands with a hand seemingly made of steel cords, and laughed and almost cried at his success. The white stallion stood near seemingly to be as happy as the three reunited friends. '" "By all that's wonderful tell tis about it all," at leno'th cried East. " There's not much to tell ," replied '''as you see I'm the Spectral Rider." "You look the part of a bloomin' ghost, all right," cried SpUnt. " I've lj>een playing it for some time, eh?" answered ' Bristow, "\iVhen I disappeared from our hut, Splint , it was with no clear idea as to what I was going to do. I knew that there woi1ld be many people that would f ee l that I , . had, p lotted the robbery ,with Bad H arty's, gang and that stung me to get away alone to think it all over."


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. " S ure, yot! felt abo u t i t a U j us t the w a)" I did ," re joi n e d Ij:ast. ., I went a ; v a y , " went o n B ristow, " t o try and plan out a campa I g n to get o ack the gold and to get Bad Harr y , a n d his gang." J , " 'Nail, ye got. em," put in S plint. "I,.oQks like a good start yar abouts f er a fu s t cla s s grav e yard." The dead s eemed to gri n in appreciation of this g r e wsom e ghostly joke. < "We ll, I flatter rpyself I have succeeded," added Bristow. "Wh e r e d id you get that white s talli on?" asked East. " I hoo f e d i t over the m ounta ins to a camp of In dia n s , w h o m I happened t o kno w had as its prized p o s s ession this fine animal. I bought dIe, horse, paying for i t out o f gold I had sav ed from my salary, which I carried a b out my person in a secret pocket. ff hen I thought out t hi s idea o f t aking part in that fearsome old traditi o n ' about the Spectral Riders." " B ut the\sound of galloping horses?" asked Splint. " Look ' here," rejoip.ed Bristow as he ran to his h o r s e an d t oo k a a queer l ooking machine from its back. " Li sten! " He whirled the strang e thing about his-head. F r o m it i ss ued an exact imitation of hurrying horses w hose beatin g 400fs seemed to be flying through the air above the heads of the wondering friends of Bristow . " I s n ' t that a perfec t imitatio n ' of the Spectral Ri der's terrible progress? " asked Bristow. "Did you make that?'" questioned East. " It' s an ingenious contrivance of a set of reeds, a b ello w s and when added a few of my choJ ce as sort ments o f oaths, yelled a bit in my deepest voice, it has all the sound of the Spectral Hunt when out in the air, as the tradition m akes peo ple ,think, is so," an-swered Bri s tow. ' " Whar did y e git that infarnal machine?:' queried Splint. ' ' " It w a s made by an Ind ia h who owned s t allio n o r r athe r h a d an inte re s t in it. He fixed up th1s m achine a s he said to ' heap scare white man, damp hools.' I b o u ght it o f hi m, the n I got some other dope, s uch as thi s white sheet." " But the thunder?" a sked East. "How did you make th a t dreadful noise when apy one .came up here in this glen? ,. "Oh, that was nothing but a large sheet of shee! iron, and tWQ big drum sticks. You, walt here," , B rist ow disappeared in the glen. ' S oon there came the terrible roar of thunder. Tlien flas hes o f flickering light began to shoot up from the d ark s paces in the glen. " How did ye git them flashes?" cried Splint. "That's lycopodium; it's the club-moss that .grows rigl l l in thi s g len. I ( h-ic(l a l o t of it, ground 1t to a fea ther y s ubstance mixed it i;ith common gun-pow der and all I had 'to do was' to touch a match to it, and there was your lightning." "Say, yqu ought to be a theater manager':: growled East, "You had us all locoed by 'Your gaLBe. Bristow laughed. "But thet tha r s pect ra l li g h t s the t y e scart Bad Harry's gang wit-h?w did ye work that game , see?" " Oh, that was p h ospho r ous" A bit o f it mixed with salt, gave the Spectra l effec t I was af t e r. " "you got t h e effect: a ll r i ght; " ji)ut i n E ast, wjth a • wry sm ile. ' "But how a b o u ' t the m s h ootin' s t a r s, them long t rail s of fir e da t y e s h owed . off w en y e , Bad gan g ? " "That was s i m pl y a fus e o f gunpowder w e t and I mixe d w i t h salt-pet e r w h ic h I jus t t o uched off with a bit of pu n k ) carried i n my han d a ll li g hted . So when I das h ed away: on the white s talli on, with all my spoo k y r ega lia on, I g u ess I did have quite a ghostly appearance." , " Ye r a w q nder ," t:emark e d Splint with G onviction , " Y o u ar. e de ' best gho s t I ever s een." , " D 0 ydu see man y g h osts? " a sked East. 1 " I s e e n this one and he h a d me scart, sure pop," re.: plied Splint. "Yet how did them mark s ' git on the throat o f d a t bandit , Fat Ted? " , "Thos e came from my, lasso : I roped him as he pas sed. He was dead in a second." When Bristow' stopped speaking Splint solemnly , held out; his hand to him. j , Shake! " , he said , ,Tom Bristow (J Yer too cute fer these diggins'" went on " Ef y e 'wanted ter d o it, I tink ye cud turri'. them gold coin s inter from old , C o ne y I s lan d , Yer too sh a rp fer them' bapdits, and I fear yer too s harp f e r poor old Splint." " Any way," miJdly remarked East, "you have bro-ken up this gang of bad-men , something fierce. Did any escape .?" ,I., . " Three o r four I f a n cy, " bri skly ans wered Bri s t o w . " I knew that sooner or later the bandits would make a ,;ally for the goYd and, I shaped my steps, acc ordmgly, , _".' " E s how?" asked Splint. \ ' ' "Right under tne shadow, of Long Dan, whom I neatly lassoed and hanged before he knew what had happened to J buried ' a dozen s ticks ' of d ynamite and attached a neat little set of wires to the dynamite, w hich run to an electric battery." "I s ee , " answered East. "Th'ere was never a m oment after I reached the glen and had marked out my plan of campaign that I had not .full posse s sion of the gold. I could have dug up the g o ld unaided and carried it away, any time, but that did not appeal to me. I wanted more than the g o ld ; I w anted the gang and the gold also." , . "Y er got yer wi sht, " g r ow le'a Splint. "You bet he did , " , ventured East. I , / I had s uffered t00 much fr q m that gang of murderou s thugs to be squeemish as to the way I got my re v en g e , " continued Bristo w. "They lrad tried' to muruer add rob me. They all put murdered .l11e and t he y did r o b me, So I fig ured that the only way: to fight such a bandit gang was to fight them with their own weapons <;lnd pick them off one by one until the time caJjlle to get them all at once." "Yo u got your wish , eh?" slyly remarked East. "Why not? There was nothing unmanly in killing


. ----. -----30 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. \ that gang the way I did. It was the way they would have murdered me if I hadn't got to it first. But for the purpose of giving them all fair play, I just made up my mind I'd wa,rn them ,to quit the country." " That was why you sent the bandits nQtice to mosey out of the North West? 'I rem 'a:rked East. " Yes." " T'was a case 9' git or git planted, eh? " said Splint. " It was." . " And when the bandits wouldn't or couldn't leave," added East. " I took em one by one, as dra,matically, and in keeping with my plan to make them think their fellows were dying from ghostly hands, in hopes that this would scare them off." " Oh, ye can't scare them bandits, 'cept by a killin' of em. They ain afeared 0' warnins' to leave 'the coun try as long as they kin draw h gun," saian dovyn thar' in. thet gulch, about two hundred foot away. I'11 git it and we'll wash out a painful right in thet thar stream. We mount strike pay-dirt." Old , Splint hurried off down into the gulch bottom where an old gold pan had been thrown carelessly aside by some long vanished prospector. But the eagle eye of the old miner had seen it in his toward tHe /'. . hidden and treasure. ' i While awaiting his return, Tom Bristow began idly turning over the dirt in the hole where the stolen gold had been buried. . His foot dug up a magnificent nugget of' pure vir gin pocket-gold, which East pounced upon in a breath. "My God!" yelled East, "That nugget is worth $10,000 if it's worth ' a cent. " t, Look there!" shouted Tom, "look underneath where the' nugget' came from. Look at the great pile . of other nuggets. It's gold enough to make us rich for life." Tom fell on his knees and grasped a double handful of shining gold. . East did the same. Old Splint rushed back to his friends. " We've struck a pocket of gold," he cried, "and ef them bandits had dug one foot more wen they buried that thar stolen gold they would hev struck this ,Jar pocket which would hev em richer then the gold they stole." , " Come on, boys," cried East, If I'm in on this pot, eh? There's enough gold for all. Let's hurry away. I'll send some of the boy;s to bury the bandits; but boys, before we go be sure and get all the pocket gold . . That's ours. The stolen gold goes back to the But terfield syndicate." I "Ez ef I'd one grain 0' our gold, or: theirs either, " said Old Splint with fine scorn.


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Read about the fatality attached to t h e name of Jesse James; how the officers of the law tried to v isit the sins of the father on the head of t h e son. Read about the persecution and tbe har rowing anguish of Jesse James' family in the graphic \Yords of his son a)ld heir. Read these facts. Every body should ,know them. There is nothing to pervert the young, there is nothing to repel the old. Look at the rl(productions of the only Pletures qf Jess e James hIS mother and IllS son In eXlstencel except those by his family . Price, by n1ail, postpaid, 2Jc per copy. No.4. H a r r y T r acy. The Death Dealing Oregon Outlaw. The tl'ail of blood left b y this terrible bandit from one side of the State to the other i3 set forth with all its graphic details in this book. With the narra tion of the gruesome crimes there is the story of the overwhelming love of this reckless desperado, a lo\'e which lured him to his death, a death well wi l d, lawlesJ life. More than fifty illtls, Price, by mail, postpaid, 20c per copy. No .7. Dalton Ga n g . These bandits of the Far West veer<' the desperate train robbers that ever In this book is given the first true history of the raids and robberies, including an account of the most daring deed in the annals of crime, the robhing of two banks at the same time, in broad dayl ight, and the outlaws' battle with twenty aq11ed men, a::told by the United States Deputy by mail, postpaid, 20c per copy. No . 9 . Jess e James'. D as h f o r Fortu ne. With a handful of men, the terrible desperal;lo sets out to steal the gate-money at the fair in Kansas City. He and his pal s have a series of adventures, discovering the dead body of a young girl, running the murderer to earth at ,the danger of being c ap . tured themselves by detcetives, final1y arriving at the fair grounds where Jesse seizes the cash box from two men, escaping with more than $10,000 in boory. Price, by mail, postpaid, 20c per copy. I No. 12. Jesse James' 9reatest Haul. The awful threat of the "Red Death" having been declared against some friends of the desperadoes by a band of night riders, Jesse and his men set out to exterminate the gal1g. The pursuit of this purpose carries them ot;). a raid into Kentucky, marked by a trail of blood and arson and terrible deeds which culminate in the robbery of the bank in Russelville in broad daylight in the presence of scores of citizens and a successful escape de pite the unexpected arrival of a posse of detectives. Price, by mail, 20c per copy. Truth Stranger Than Fiction. The most marvelous and extraordinary book ever written, "THE MAN THEV COULD NOT BANG." Absolutely true. The astounding history. of John Lee. :I'hrce times placed upon the scaffold and the • trap sprung! Yet to-day be walks the a , free man!!! Illustrated from photographs. Do, not fail to read this, the most remarkable 'book of the century. For sale everywhere, or sent, postpaid, upon receipt of 1. ) cents. 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-These storie::;, issued every Friday, are the greatest detective sfories ever written. No. man has ever lived in. this country or any other whose tales (lrc sO thrilling, so entrancing, which so teenl vJith exclteJ.'!lcnt and desocrate tions as those of "OLD SLEUTH." The stones are tWlce as long as those in any other hbrary, each story havmg the enormol's total of 50,000 words. Nothing like it ever before attempted. TH E F OLLOWING NUMBERS ARE NOW OUT: ]. The Return of Old Sleuth, the Detective; or The Great Philadelphia :'lystcry. 2. Tbe \,s t ery of the Missing lI1illions; or Tracked by a Great Detective. 3. The Secr " of the Haunted ITouse; or The Great Detective's Tragic Find. 4. The. King of all Detectives; or Young Jack Sleuth on the Trail. 5. The Giant Detective's Last Shadow; A Talc of Herculean Detective Advellture. 6. Silerlt TerrQr; A Narrative of Genuine Detective Strategy. 7. Th Veiled Beauty. ; or The Mrstery of the Cali fornia Heiress. 8. The lIfystery of the Spaniard s Vendetta; or A Great Detective' s Marvelous Strategy, ' D. The Great Bond Robbery; or Tracked by a Femal e Detective. 10. Old Sleuth's Greatest Case; or Caught oy the King of a ll Detectives. 11. The Bay Ridge Mystery; or Old Sleuth's Winning Hand. 12. SLa(lo\ved to his Doom; or Foiled by the Yankee Detective. 13. Trap-ping the Counterfeiters; or The Lightnin.g Detective on the Trail. H. Tra,led by the Wall Street Detective; or Midnight Que,s t .. 15. 'The J rish Detective's Greatest Case; or The Strategy of 0 Nel l llcDanagh. 16. The Greatest Mystery of the Age; or Saved by the Gipsy Detective. 17. Trapping the 'i\f oonshiners; or Strange AQve{ltures of a Government Detective in the Tennessee Mountains. lR The Giant Detective Among the Cowboys; or The "Veird Narrative o f a 1\an. In. i\lyster y of tbe Blal'l( Trunk;' 91' Manfred's Strange Quest. Tbe Chief of the Counterfeiters; or The Boy Detective's Greatest H",ul. :!1. The i\lysterY of the Floating Head; or Callght by the King of the Det(:ctives. -. The Beautiful t;:dminal; or The New York Detective's Strangest C ase . The y a Governroent Spy. 40. Tempted by a Woman; or The French n.tective's Narrow Escape. 41. The Million Dollar Conspiracy: or Old Sleuth 1,0 the Rescue. 42. AccII,ed from the Coffin; or The Frustration qf a Dastardl y Plot. 4H. <:00Ine55 Against Cunning; or Trailed by "Faithful M ike." ,44. Foiled by Love; or The" Molly Maguires'" Last Stand. 40. TTnder a l'l1illion Disguises; or Manfred the Metamorphosist. 46. Tracken by the Man of 0" Manfred's Great Triumph , being a seqllel to Under a Millio" Disguises. 47. The Human B100d -H6\lnd; or 'The Bowery Detective o n the T rai l. 4R !lfapfred's Strangest Case; or Foiled by the \ Veird Detective. 49. MonteCristo Ben, the Ever Ready Detective; A Narrative o f R e markable CompJications . .50. Old Terrible, the Iron A r m Detective; or The Myst ery o f The Beautifil l Heiress. !'it. The Stain of Guilt; or "Ol d .Puritan .. to t h e Rescue . !'i2. 1\ Conspiracy o f Crime; or Foiling the Kidnappers. :)3. "Qld Ironsides" 'in }France; o r Trailed by t h e Gian t D e t ecti ve . .54. The Beautif ul Mystery of Paris; being the seq uel to "Old Ironsides" 1n Fra,nce. l' !'iii. The GypSY Detective on the TTail; or Solving a Great Crime. The HaJ(Breed's Secret; A Narrative of Phenomepal Adventures. ii7. The halian's Revenge; A Thrilling of Adventures. !'ill. A Three-Fold Mystery; A Strai)!ht Out Detective Narrati ve . 59. The Midnight League; or The Giant Detective in Irel and. 60. The Secret of the Dungeon; being the sequel to "The Midn i ght 61. Gypsv Frank, the Long T rail Detective: or Solving a Great Mystery. ()2. The Weird Detective; or "Old Baldy" on tlie Trail. (13. A Terrible Mystery; A Narrative o f Peculiar Detective T ricks and Devices. 64. The Strangest Mystery in the World: or Harry Brand' s Winning Play. foG. The Old Miser's Secret ; A Strange Detective Case. 66. The Old Miser's Sectet; A Strange Detective Case. 67. The Man of Mystery; or Mephistp the Detective. 68. The Mysterious Detective; or Sol v ing a Great Case. -69. The American Monte -Crlsto; A S trange a n d Mar ve l ons Narrat ive. 70. On Their Track; being the conflnuation o f "The American' :\fonteCl-isto." 71. The Omnipresent Avenger; being the continuation H On Their Track." 72. Tra,edy and Strategy; being conclusion of "The Omnipresent Avenger/' . . 73. '['he Gypsy Detective's Gre, a test Case; or Phd Tremame to the Rescue. 7 4. The Shadows of New York; or The American Mont e Cristo's "Vinning Hanel. 75. The O l d Magician's Weird Legacy; .", Tal e of Marvelous Happenings i n India. \ 7 6. A )\1ysterious D isappearance; A Singularly Strange Narrati ve . 7 7. The Rell Detective; A Great Tale of Mystery. 78. The Weird Warnings of Fate; or Ebeon's Strange Case. 79. The Treasure o f the Rockies; A Tale of Strange Adve!ltures. 80. Bonanza Bardie's Winning Strike; being the sequel t o U The Treasure of the Rockies." 8 1 . Long Shadow, the Detective; A Tale of Ind'an Strategy. 82. The Jlla,!;;c Disguise Detective; The "Vierd Advenhlres of a "Transform. ' 83. A Young Detective's Great Shadow; A Narrative of Extraordinary Detective Devices. 84. Stealthy Brock, the Detective' or Trailed to thei l' Doom. 85. g l d S leuth t o the Rescue; A NafJ"ative of Hidden Treasure. 86. Id S leuth. the Avenger; being -the sequel to .. Old S leuth to the Rescue." 8 7 . T h e Great J ewel Mystery; or The Right Han i n the Ca'e. 88. Jackson Cooper, the Wizerd Detective; A Narrative of Wonderful Detective 'Ski ll. 89. Foiling the Conspirators; or Daring Tom Carey to t h e Resclle. 00. The Banker' s Crime; or ; n\e \eird Adven.tures of "Ph enomelOnl 91. the Italian Det ec tive; A Sttange \ eird Tale of City Life. 92. T h e Venge,ance of being t h e sequel to "Gasparoni, the Italian betect,ive." . !l:J. The Secret Slleciill Detective; or .. Old Transform" pn the Trail. 94. The Shadow of a Crime; or the" Iron Duke's" Strange

Stand ing Alone at the Head of Its Class The American ' Indian Weekly P U BLISHED EVERY THURSDAY Thi s great week l y is a ra d ical departure from all other five-cent weeklie s that are now being published. It ha s the greate s t s tories of frontier life , of Indians and of the far Wes t that have ever been i ssued. The s t ories are l o n ger than those publi s hed in any other five-cent library, except the celebrat e d .OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They are all e dited by C o lonel Spel}cer Dair, the most celebrated Indian Sc out, Bandit Tracker and G un F i ghte r of modern ficti o n . A new n umber is iss ued every Thursday. LIST O F TITLE S No. 1. THE OUTLAW'S PLEDGE ............................ ....... or The Raid on the Old Stockade No. 2. TRACKED TO HIS LArR ......... ...................... or The Purs uit o f the l\I!idnight R aider No . 3. THE BLACK DEATH ...................................•.... or The Curse of the Navaj o Witch No. 4. THE SQUAW MAN'S REVENGE ... .......... ' .......... .... , ...... or Kidnapped by the Piutes No. 5. TRAPPED BY THE CREES ................................... or Tricke d by a R e negad e cout No. 6 . BETRAYED BY A M OCC ASIN ..................... or The Round-Up o f the Indian Smuggl ers No. 7. FLYIl G CLOUD'S LAST STAND ....................... or The Battle of Dead Man's Cany-cn No . 8. A DASH FOR LIFE .... .... . • •... .............................. . . or Tricked by Timber Wolves No. o. THE DECOY MESSAGE .................................... or The Ru se o f the Border Jumpers No. 10 THE MIDNIGHT ALARM ............................... or The Raid on the Paymaster's Camp No . 11. THE MASKED RIDERS . .... ' ................................. or The Mystery o f Grizzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ................................ or The Mounted Ranger's D es p erate Ride '-T O B E PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY February 13. STAGE COACH BILL'S LAST RIDE .......... or The B a ndit s of Grea t Bear Lake Marc h 2-No. 14. THE TRAGEDY.OF HANGMAN'S GULCH ..... or The Ghost of Horn Mountains Marc h 9-No. 15. THE TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES ............ or The Outlaw's Drag-Net HELD UP AT SNAKE BASIN .................. .... or The R e negad e's Death-Vote THE MAIL RIDER' S DASH WITH DEATH ...... or The D esperado of P oker Flat March 16-No. 16. March 23To. 17. March 3D-No. 18. THE RED MASSACRE ...................... or The Hold-Up Men of Barren Lands Ap ril 6-No. 19. THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE .......... or The Robbe r s' Round-Up Ap ril 13-No. 20. HOUNDED BY RED MEN ................ o r The Road Agents of Porcupine Riv e r Ap ril 2 0-No. 21. THE FUR TRADER' S DISCOVERy ............... or The Brotherhood of Thieves April 27-No. 22. THE SMUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ..... or The Trappe r' s V e ngeance May 4-No.23. NIGHT RIDEH. S OF THE NORTHWEST ............. or The Vigil antes ' May ll-No.24. THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT CAVERN .. or Tricke d by Midnight Assassins The AMERICAN I N DIA N WEEKLY i s for sale by all new s dealers and book se llers, or it will b e sent t o any address p ost paid by the publishers upon receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copi es for 50c. All back number s alway s in s tock. I THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, n . S. A.


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