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Treasures of Mackenzie Isles, or, The outlaws' drag-net
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American Indian weekly.
Dair, Spencer
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BY SPENCER I I ' \ . THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK GO'MPANY, GLEYRLUD, OHIO, U. S. I. 11., NO. 15 Published Weekly.' 'By $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months, Copyright, 1911, by The Arthur Westbrook Company. , \ .:the Treasures of Mackenzie Isles, . ! f : : or . Outlaws' Drag:-Net 'By eOL.' SPENCER DAIR .PRINCIP AL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. ARLIE THANcET-A brave young fur-trader, hunter, a1'ld 'pros pector for $old, in the wilds of British North America . He . falla um:ler"the displeasure 01 Gi1bert Burgos, better known as (;11 Burgos, 'leader of an outlaw band, who have been the great North-West. Arlie, whose fightlng blood is always roaring 'through his veins, meets ,the bandit 'Il)[l' hi$ own ground, the Fort lYIcPherson gamb-. ling saloon, unmasks the outlaw as a card-sharper, and then follows him doWn the slYiftly flowing Mackenzie River, where he braves the dangel's that are 'hidden behind the dead hand which bars the way to his search for ! tpat lay hidden in Mackenzie Isles. HELEN VERNONThe beautiful daughter of P ,rofessor Vernon, a member of the High-Brow College, known as the Uni versal College ' . Sweet and twenty, Helen shows Arlie Thanet a thing.!i>r two in , horse , riding. She coquettes with a fier ce shoots the animal when it char' ges at her in mad rage, and then figures in the fight for life, which Arlie and his boon-companion, ObaOiah Good, has to wage to sav e the lives of the entire party. Helen is worth studying. She is ' an American girl, who II makes good" on Canadian soil. OBADIAH GooD-Better known as "Obi e Good" (which he say ' s he always tries to follow, II oh, be good") the merry, , fat, hearty, good chap, who is always ready to help his ' best friend, Arlie Thanet, in times of dan 'ger, and trouble. If one had a world full of chaps like Obie, "the world , , would " be the . better for it : PROFESSOR II FOGGY" VERNON-A. grave an,d learned Instructor and Professor in the wonderful Universal sup-CHAPTER I. THE DEAD-HAND SIGN POST. is the hand or a dead man!" Arlie Thanet, fur-trapper and gold -hunter stammered words in amazement. companion, ' Obadiah Good, with a ' white face blinked in reply. ported by millionaires and who is in British ica for the summer studying bugs and animals for hjs 'work on this subject to be published some time iD the , following ' He got .his : Jlame from students under him, who conslaered that he was always in a II fog" on ever;riliing except his faverite bugs and animals. GILBERT B.URGOS, THE OUTLAw-A meaner man never lived . in the thug bands of the North-West. His crim inal career w,as a long one. A gbn-man; he was outwitted b y Arlie Thanet A gambler he was outgambled by the younger man, a,nd finally meets his fate at the hands of a pirate from the Caribbean Seas, who loot-s the gold that he has .looted from others. " JOZSEF MARTIl:'o-A fierce Hungarian-Italian outlaw. He betrays his Jeader for a few thousand dollars, and then be trays again , the secret of , the .. years of the casting ' of The Outlaws Drag-Net to a oand of pirates, sail into Mackenzie River from the Pacific Ocean to loot the looters . . POMPE Y DUCKLEGs-A Genne'men ob Color, sali, but a righ f g oo d chap ,at that. He plays the hero just once when he is needed the most This stamps him as being worthy of a place here in ' this column. . MUSKAK-A Salteaux Indian. He kept a popular gambling hou s e at Fort McPherson. In his house began the downfall of Gil Burgos, ' the outlaw. I HELLFIRE HARRY-A man of substance at Fort McPherson , Brit i s h America , in spite of his name. ' BIG'NoSE FINNERTy-He knew how to referee a card game in Musk.ak ' s saloon which was straight poker with a $ 2 5 , 000 limit, a game worth going hundreds of miles to see played. The t w o y oung men in the silence of the unchanging Briti s b North America gazed Olankly at each other. Before their eyes , nailed to a tre e , was a y ellowish-white human hand. , It was a hand that had once been part of the frame of a huge man. For the ha.nd . was large with long; taper fingers that suggested strength.


THE AMERIC::AN INDIAN WEEKLY. The h a ner had severed the ' wrist, The c rushed, twisted tendons and muscles , hung , Underneath the hand on the ground there was a pool of something and sticky. "Blood!" stuttered Obadiah ' Good as he pointed with shaking index finger. The apl1alling hand }lad struck, from the eycs of 'rhanet and Good the wonderful views of the mountains far and white-cloud . capped; the long ripples of Macken zie Ri v er, joyous under the sunlight, with in'finite shadow s and hursts of open reaches, that marked the spot where the majesti

THE AMERICANINDIAN WEEKLY. 3 "Let '8 see." Good rUshed to where Thanet was stooping. Thanet pointed to the plain impression of feet. "Two men, wearing boots," said Thanet. The deep marks made 'by the heels of two pairs of boots, probably the high-hipped kind used by a certain of North:West man, showed plainly. " Good's keen woodcraft spelled out something. , He. communi'cated it to his "Men going the same way1" he said softly. ' , Yes. There were two men." Good pointed back toward the river. "They came in .one canoe," he asserted. . The plain marks in the sandy rocky shore showed that Good's words. were based upon a self-evident fact. Good down toward the canoe marks. "Look here, Arlie!" he cried. Thanet ran to G.ood and together 'they leaned over the ) sharp betraying tracks. . l"Ah!" said Good with a long drawn sigh. "Here's another pair of marks." ./ Good clutched Thanet by the arm. Infinite meaning was there in the flash of ' crossing , glances each man gave the other. 'rhanet p.ointed down at the betraying tracks. "One.pair .of boots thos , e marks/' he cried. ' Good pointed .over to where the first tracks had been discovered. "Two pair .of boot-marks there 1"!he whispered. "One pair .only here." The wind that blew from the m.ountain suddenly to be piercing c.old. ' The sun,light darkened b e -neath a cl.oud; . . i, Over . there," ven,tured Thanet, "the two bo.ot marks . were g.oing toward ,the mterior .of the island. " "True." " "Here whete we . stand only .one pair of boot-tracks can be seen." I "Y.es1" "These p.oint t.oward the river--" , , 'Tw.o men visited this island ih a canoe. Ollly . on e 'returned, " hissed Thanet. "There's a mystery here that smells of murder,". returned G.o.od in his l.ow 20ft tones. "The man who .owned that dead hand is here yet." . "The man wh.o murdered him left .only this trace 'behind in this tiny imprint upon the shores of the island." "Come," s.olemnly answered Thanet. "Get your weap.ons . ready. We must get to the bottom of this mystery. Where is the ma.n who once owned th8;t dead hand?" "C.ome .on," replied Good as he crouched d.own to escape any assassfn's . sh.ot that might c.ome from the underbrush near them. 11is eyes were / glued \ to the betraying tra, cks that shi n'p e r a11(l sharper led back toward the interior of the' island. CHAPTER 11. THE TRAIL OF THE ASSASSIN . With weapons : ready, and ' eyes /that flasbed in their eager quest , Thanet and Good followed the trac k. , The was deeply wo.oded. After its fringe .of rocky, sandy soil that faced the river fr.ont, there came a tangle .of thicket, then this in turn merged to the smaller timber, all t.o be over-topped by the silent . f.orest that made the very center of the island an impenetrable jungle. 'I.'he two men followed the out-coming tracks that . slanted as if making one section of a gigantic "Y,' " until they merged at the arm of the "Y" i nto a mass of indistinguishable marks. Here Thanet halted. , 'Look back," he said to Good. Good's eyes followed Thanet's pojnting arm. "To the right, you see, just from whence we came are only tracks that lead away from this point," Thall e t remarked. . "I see it plainly." , "This tells us pr.etty plainly that the on e man 'rho left this. island went down that way to the rightalone. ' I "No question of that."'" "It also tells us when y ou look to the l e ft, that the trac k s that lead to this point '"'\There we are standing, com e from the river-front." "No question of it." .. "They also show us that t ,wo people mad e those tracks. " \ . "They do." "T1.cO came from the canoe to this point. On e p e rson left this po 'int for the river, coming back." " No question but that you read the st' o r y as plain as if it ,was a printed page." Thanet stooped and pi c k e d up a card. "Look, n he said. It bore the address of a merchant l\I crhel's oll. "Ho! Ho!" eloquentl y r emarked Good. , 'Exactly, " returned Thanet. Both men felt from tIle card that the tracks had been made by two men who knew of Fort McPher so n and its pleasures . . "The mea who have been here, from that card, are from Fort McPherson 1 " qu e ried Good. , , That' s my belief." "Oh.'! Good spoke jn a dry ton(:). "Why do y ou speak in that tone 1 " "Do you know, ' or did you ever hear of . Burgos 1" A pink flush swept over Thanet' s fac {


" or", • AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ' " , , Yo u mea n, Gil Burgos, t he o u t l aw of Mac ken zie I s les f " " There meaning d read and sombre i n the re-. ( turning nod that greete d t he s p ea k e r 's eyes . " I (la, " came t h e ans , ye r. , : " I 've h eard o f him. Murde r e r, o ittlaw, as s assi n o ' f a ll d ecency, gun-man, thu g . Th a t ' s abo u t a ll 1 know o f Gil Burgo s." "That's en ou gh . " "Well , w h a t of G iH" . " Th ese t r ac k s, t hat ' d ead h and look li k e t h e h a ndi-work 'of this outlaw. " , ' " Or 'Of som e on e in his band. " "His band of fift y p ic k ed bravos n ever would have had the to g e t to t he bottom of this plot-for , someho w 1 fe el sure 'that t li e dead h and there was plo t t e d out b y Gil Burgos for some inner rea son of his own. " "You think-is h e after us 1 " r 'I' "Oh, 1 don't think But he .intended to give or anyone else, that visited this island. to , spy upon his deeds , tha-t ' Fort McPh e rson and the set tlements was th--e place -' us, or , for any o ' ne to hU};ry to when they saw the indicating .. finger of the dead hand," ' ,'That is to say you don't know the 'hand means that Gil Burgos after us or not 1 " "That is what 1 dO.mean." "You also mean ' that if a warning to us not to . " on this ' island, it' s a warning to ' anyone who may dare to step foot on ' it 1" I "You'r;e right. That's just what ' 1 mean." "Let me point out to you that an , inhabited island , might need pr!)tection that such a warning gives." "Go ahead-:-you ' v e got more to say than that." this island is uninhabited." "I suppose ' s wild animals . 1 " "1 mean b y man. " r "It's supposed to be uninhabited, but 's those tha t sayw ell never mind." "Those that sa-y, what?" . "There's those that say that there's an island in this Mackenzie River group ; that is the home 6 the pirate gan g led by Gil Burgos." , "Oh. Th e n p eople at Fort M cFhe rson think that there's 1 m island out here among the doze n s that dot this p art of the r ive r , w h e r e Gil the outlaw, make s his home. " . . "Ex actl y. The y do s a y bac k in the settlements that the outla w s h a v e always a out " a mong t h e s e isl ands-and they call it the ' place whe r e li e buried ' o r c o ncea l ed 'l' h c T rc(s u l/'CS of M a c k e n z ie Isles j t h e loot of the outl aw g a n g l e d b y Gil Burgos . " Ah. It might b e wo r t h : while t o ge t down to thc s e c r e t of the tre a sure burie d b y G-il Bur-gos. It u{us t , b e wodh t h e findi n g . " , Good looked at Thanet with immenr:;e surprise daw,n. h' f ' , "lng upon 1 S ace. " " . \ , Get t h e Gil treasure 1 " Good laughed. I Ho! Hee! Ree! " , I "Wh a t i s t he r e . funn y i n tha t ? " I : ' Befo r e I y ou ca n get the 'treas ure 've 'got to get -Gil Bu ' rgos. " , , Well '" • " noth ing ' so ve r y funny in that, I think mos t every gJlll " m a n ' i n M a ckenzie territp ry, British orth, Amer i ca , h a d a whirl with : Gil Burgos in t h e h opes of getting Gil ' 8 . cash ana" plillider. " . . " How did it come o-gt? " "Gil ' 8 here ye t. /' " Oh?" , ' ,I i\', , .', "So' s t he men who w ent gunning for hWi." " 'Whe r e? " " Oh , bury ' m e d ee p , wh ere the wiid sang Good, "from the " Cowboy ' s :fuament." 'fhanet laughed heartily. " All of means that if 1 go out to.' get Gjl Bur-g o s, I'd better be ready for my grave:'" ' : "Surest thing you said in a < fay of talking. ' :But really why should 1 go after Gil?'" , , , 1 dllllno." " "Will he construe this visit to the island as ' some thing he should interfere in f" "1 think Gil will interfere pretty sudden." , '''Ab.'' " ' , With this not enlightening remark,. Thanet hi , rifle and hurried toward the interior of , the -island. ; i Good shook his head followed , him, "Bound to invade ' Gil Burgos' island, eh?" "Humph! This island belongs to Kihg George of England; if it belongs to anyone. I am a subject of the. King. I don't think I'll stop for any outlaw that s tri'd e s acros ' s this " country, frightening children an'"d old women." "You mean me?'" . . " Many a full-grown man is only an old woman, and m any an. ' old w oman has , never 'grown up: " "With thes e few remarks 1 will follow YOU; '" added ' G ood afte r a f ew mom ents o ' f said remarks; What th:, we,re it is not J;l.e

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. bottom of this matter, Gil Burgos, to the contrary notwithstanding. Come on!" The two young men, walked 'now more careful toward the interior o f the islaJ;lq. There was ' in J spite' of their words ,in /ever,V move. , felt that it was a serious matter to thus boldl y walk into the secrets of Gil Burgos, outlaw, and terrOi,' , of this part of the North-West. Thanet led'to the high ground ,that ran along just where the neavier"';' tim1;>er met . the scraggly seconcl , "Why come up here 1" questioned Goo{l. "The' , tracks, trail along the bottom there." , ' ,.1 '1''/ . ' . "Best to walk on high' gronnd till you know what's on the low grqund," r eplied Thanet. "Oh. " The two men hurried now a trifie, but in They felt that they were nearing something,' that , m ight have a tremendous effect on their future. "See those crows, circling there, ahead 1" questioned , THanet after a bit of rough climbill.g over steep, rocky ground: • "1 see." ,. "Look \ here, ' , ' . Good looked with all his eyes. , He saw down in the bottom-land long, swift; strides , that gave one ' the, in spite of himself, that they were strides that had been made by a running man. , \ , "Well-well! " speculated the men together, after S ' long silent inspection, of the scene. "'l'here 's wherC' the man who to his canoe (I, lon e mime rnnning with' hurrying' strides. " ' , ' , . "Why ,did_ he run?" asked Good . ' f Com ' e here," r eturnep. Thanet. He soon covered with eager steps the distance be tween the spot. "All right," answered Good . The two stood beside a ' clump of , The crows that were in the (til' about the spot now hurried off winging their way into the silent woods with cries of harsh protest. , I Thanet stepped ;', , HfS hands grasped -the bushes. ' He pUlled away the dank shrubs from a heavy some-thing that'iay concealed byth, em. ' . ":Ah '!" Thanet said. Good looked ov;er his shoulder. There , face up to the ,unpitying sky, lay a dead man. Across his breast was lo . osely placed an arm, with the hand gone , ' leaving a bloody, mutilated stump whel'e the right hand had been. "This is the 'owner of the warning hand!" cried Tha net, as , he l;oked down upon, the face of a youug man with, a h eavy 'biack wllOse wide open black and . I I \ sightless ' eyes se ' emed to ask for his Thanet stooped over the body. ,< Murdered! ;, cried Good: < 'If ere ' is the so lTI:'tion of this mystery," replied Tha-net. In his hand he held a sealed packet, which he 'had just taken from the pockets of dead man. CHAPTER Ill. I . "NAILED!"

THE AMERICAN INPIAN WEEKLY. said, "don't take no offence when none is meant. I am cballenging you to a game of draw-poker." Thanet smiled. The smile was like a moonbeam fall-ing upon a bit of steel. It betrayed. It covered up. , , , Well? " asked Thanet. "Wiit you play 1" " Surely. " "I clon:t pla' y a child's game here." . "For how much ' ? " "Name the' stake. s yourself." "One dollars a chip. No more, no less." The outlaw staggered back. ' But he recovered himself at once. '''rhat's playing the],ll up as high as the house, isn't it 1" .. , , . " , You told me you did not play a child's game." , The 'desperado's face flushed. His v?ice with anger as he replied. Well, I accept the chaUenge. It's for one ,thousand qollars a chip." . , 'rhunet drew a great l;ound pile of bills from his in' side pocket. They were in highly picturesque bills the promises to pay in bullion, the ium denominated in each corner, and issued by the Canadian government. Thanet "skinned" off a handful of bills. "IIey, y ou 1Juskak! , ' , p. Indian, who kept the saloon, 'rranslate this stuff into American gold. \ We p'la y only for American gold, you ' know . You chl'tllenged me. ' I make the t erms," Thanet went on. Muskak soon handed Thanet several rolls of " y ellow boys." ' , Thei'e was , ' ten rolls ' . of twenty-dollar ' gold ' thus idly r esting in Thanet's hands. r ill containe{i piec , es. Thanet jingled the two 'thousand do Mars in h ' is hand I and sneered at Gil, the outlaw, as he spoke .. "i-lere's enough to sta:r-t on," Thanet cried. .. , V\That 's the limit 1" asked the bandit. _ Thanet walked over to a 'vacant table cover ed with gre e ll-baize, the typical poker-table with a slot cut in the center for the "kitty," Thanet sat down. He pulled his great roll of bills out of his pocket . . basis only for our game. When we have the. bank-hilll3 gold, we will each buy with it our chips. 'rhese are to be of one thousand dollar valuation each. The limit of our stake is fifty thousand dollars. Here '8 my stake, for its to be a 'table-stake' game, right here. " , ,..., :This meant that there was te be no credit. ' The cash , must be paid in advance for every chip j they would be redeemed ' on presentation in gold at their face value, less the usual commission for use ' of the room in the saloon in which to play, to go to the Indian keep,er of the resort, lVIuskak. Gil Burgos was white with hatred-it was a , ( stake to play he did not ,know exactly what to, do. " I !ion't know as I can raise suc.h a stake in a mo ment," cried the outlaw. "Let me talk it over with Muskak'" , The withdrew with the Indian, and carried on I ' a long converSation in a ' coriter ' of the room. ' L . "Say, Arlie, where in the world did you get, that stake 1" whispere(l, Obie Good whose . eyes were ' as big -as walnuts, and whose open mouth could have taken in a great fly population. ' , you mind, " cried Thanet. "I've got it. That's all there is to ' cash now days. Just have it." . The outlaw seemed to have come to an understanding 'with lVIuskak. .. He returned to Thanet. "I will ' -play you for a table :stake of thousand dollars," Gil said a little' shamefacedly. "I've strapped. myself to-day but lVI uskak ,says , he will stake " me for that sum." Thanet curled his lips. \' ThaI).et shrugged his ' sh0ltlcl e rs. , 'I hate to play a child's gam 'e," he said, "but I'll take dowp. half. my money and play you for twenty five thousand dollars." The crowd applauded wildiy. J "Say, Thanet handed one right thar ter Gil," yelled Big-Nose Teddy 'Finnerty who was watching the by play. "He called that thug's bhifl; now, didn't he?" "Sho, re, boy, shore," replied Hellfire Harry West. These he rapidly counted. He shook'the pile at the, outlaw . "]'ity thoHsand dollars : " .. He bore his ,name because of frequent use of the words that finally were accepted as ' his real naine. "That . t " I TIl e words rang through the room. I Open-mouthed ' the on lookers began to , draw near .. Gil Burgos, the went white with rage. He was b e ing bearded in his own stamping gro1:mds, the saloon , by this mere unknown fur-hunter. But h e controlled himsel{ with , an effort. ' 's pretty high stakes," he cried. Thanet gave a , shrug of his shoulder. : ' This is my proposition," he cried. " We will each all our bank-bills into gold. Gold will be the feller Thanet handed back them words 'child's ga,me' neatly, 'by--', and the speaker did not belie his name. , , S-s-h ! " came a storm of hissing protest from others in the crqwd. / The room became silent aga:in. Every man there watched the splendid duel betweenthe two ' men. / , , Well, are ye ready?" said the as he turned toward the table and picked up , a P!1ck 'of cards. Thug shltffled .the paste-boards a few moments. "Cut for deal," he cried to , Thanet.


THE.,AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 't. , 'rhanet threw l;>a,ck , his head a merry laugh. "These cards are all right. " the committee ef two at . , We will buy onr checks first : " . iength reported. . Thanet turned to , the listening crowd. Eac h ' man was an adept in "milking'\ a deck. This '-'Big Nose Finnerty, and Hellfire Harry, will ' you consists in taking aces, Kings and Queens, and shaving come up here and bank for us 1" queried Thanet. off a very little a.t e ach end ; 0 a delicate the matter with Muskak 1 Isn't he goad touch of a gambler's hand in dealin'g the cards will tell enough f9r a ' growled the outlaw. just card is passing to an opponent, among the " Yes, under ordinary circumstancei. Not when the marked higher cards. . , , . Indian has loaned you, a stake to piay in with B y varying the "stripping" a very famous gambler The crowd applauded. 'l'he general opinion it knew '\'Vhether he was dealing an opponent kings, queens was easy to see, that Gil Burgos, the leader had or jacks, and knew about the value of each hand out 'met his match at last. J against him, as a Wall street man knows just how much By this time Finnerty and Harry W standing s ,tock stands out in a certain stock company amalgaby the side of the two money-duelists, ready to act as mation. . ban'kers. I , ':Qte little device of ]9ricking with a needle dots on AU the pearl poker-checks were 'handed to them. "fac e-cal lds" which one's hands could brush when deal" Give me twenty-five thousand dollar ' s worth,", jng and again , tilus, getting' a shrewd idea of what c arelessly cried , Thanet. " t 'other man was holding," and numberless other A gasp ran round the room. tricks 'of cards had been quietly investigated by the " Same here," growled the outlaw. c ommittee. " When the bankers hair the shining gold , they sa t Every man in the room knew t4e deck "wan't. do"rn neal" at hand to watch the game. They were two crooked" when the conunittee turned it o;[er to the highly respected fur-trappers in the hamlet, and their players. acting as bankers for th.e game indicated that it as The game b egan. looked upon as a high socIal event or they would not "Two 11lU1dre,cl doll a rs to play," cried Thanet, forchave contaminated themselves by appearing in the ' mating th e game, as soon as h e had an opportunity of ter in the slight,est degree. raising the" edge.'" , cut!" cried the outlaw, extending t)1e pac k of " Two hlU1c'lred better," s ul) re d the outlaw ' . he had again shuffied. " T m a ke it five hundred. Half a 'thousanddollars Thanet took the cards and tossed them across the room. They fell in a heap of face-cards, suite cards, all b e draggled and dirty. This was a deadly insult in that region. It was a challenge to one's opponent and meant that one f eared that the cards had been marked. There was j .ust a faint movement made toward his 'gun by Gil. He JVas thinking of turning the game into an e xhibi-tion of gun-play. "No! No! No the crowd roared as one man. Gil Burgos, ro1;>her chief, took the hint. The roar hinted too much of the tightened rope wielded by a ,lynching party. " ''A new deck of cards, here, Muskak," cried Thanet. When the cards ,;ere produced Than'et spun them unopened, ovel' to Hellfire Harry and Big Nose Fin Jlerty. , "Pa, ss on them, pl'ease," briefly snapped Thanet. A murmur of applause swept through the crbwd. They saw that . while Thanet wished no advantage to be taken from him" he did not propose that any advantage should be taken Of him. . ), i,' A square sport," yelled , a voice among the crowd , , 'Thanet is that," 'another voice replied. Then silence again settled on the scene. to draw cards . " A shudder ran the room. "Hully Snakes! what a game-a thousand to ' draw cards 1 " shrilled a voice. "There'll be some betting arter one c omes in, eh 1" "Hu-s-sh!" came the command. I twas Tha,net's deal. He t.hrew five . cards to each, himself and the outlaw , dealing of course, one card at a time to each player. Both men" came in"; thus having five hundred dol-iars in the pot that lay before them. ," Cards?" asked Thanet of Gil. , 'One card," came the reply. Thanet dealt himself one card . .But he did not look at it. It lay face down by his right hand. Gil looked at his card. He was a good poker-player , His face nothing. 'His muscles were under perfect control. Then the betting began. " One thousand, " cried Thanet, who led off. " One thousa.nd be'tter,'" roared Gil. I ' i " One plore." " One more." "Still anotner." " Another." "Two more."


"And one . " •• Still another. " Gil's face was white nn, don't you think for a It buried its elf in , his hand. ,I woman of h el' I i Its bl a d e thro 'ugh the ' outl a w ' ; s ' hand, and buried undig n ified 1 ar,e 4 yo u ' talking i t self in the t a bl e . . ' about Obi e . r ' I , • \ 'J' " Y ou i n f ernal cheating. o'lftlaw, ' 1 've , n,ailed you this "Your moth e r. You said ('1 ''ve sent, old c r i ed Th a net. "Boys, 190k here ! " , :n " , f kings 'lay,: in pl, ain ' view, waving that w ay at her age." "Turn ovef: Gil's cards," cried Thanet to the com. 4rJie ' winked rapi dly. ' J mittee. , , First he , was incl i ned to get angry. Then he decided Th e c ommit t e e did as ' they were directed. _ he would not. ' There was upturne' d thr' ee aces and a pair of queens . " You bally idiot," h e cried. "Obie Darned, you:re '''Were there six aces in that pack when exanrined 'in wrong.' I m eant that the AmeI"ican Fla g . should it ' crJed Thanet of the committee two. , ; wav e 10:r;Ig, not my mother." . "Sure not,'" replied Hellfire Harry,' 'E,;is ' companion "We n , when y ou mean 'flag' 'mother.' You nodded. ,'r' , " .,' ' . ' remind me of the who a watch. I This watch Hellfir e Harry turned ' over the cards. ' was always , v rong. 'I know by it' sfl,id the owner of the "Boys, " he howled, "look here! Tw_ o of Gil's aces watch,' that when the indicates twenty mifutes , ain ' t f rom the same deck as these hyear others. Gil Bur,past t e n if's really a quarter of four 0 'clock.' Now, your g o s h as wrung in ?utsi de \ remarks about the flag , 3;u,d your ,agec1 maternal pa1:ent The r e was a fierce roar. a re like thf,'l owner of the watch-no , one ' would know But GU Burgos , ' the bandit, had wrenched himself what was meant oy watoh 0; worcil:;; but yourself. Don't '. , loose from the Bowie He had 'jumped fro11+ the mix your r,netaphors . : ' , " . , . t I' window at his back 3Jnddisappeared. ' , "Or split m y rnfinitives. remind,s m , e d a lIlews" ' /1'11 o ash in JiOw,.'; , smiled Thanet 1 9 f :()he two ' ban.k-paper: 'r dnce ' T,hey so careful abollt" 'spiit , e r s , th e r e , MuskaJr, ch a mpagne ' for h,ouse. infinitives that' t,hey ne yer • . t,


THE AMERICAN INDIAN was a sptit.infi, l}itive in their paper; nor was ther; any news." i , "What's Ii split infinitive 1" , ' , "I don't, know-but I think it' was that til Gil , Bul'gps wh-en I nailed his tp the hoe had to into his "I ' ' he &. /:101'06 h(}.nd to-day. " ell hope , so. thInk I got tb1).t Bowie knife piglJj; through the I ccnte!' of his hand." , "W.l;tich ' hand,-the , one he wrung in on een after you'd snuffed out that thug's life. Now ydu are marked by Gil &.nd band. have your life, man, for how can you, alone, fight a gang of fifty outlaws 1" " 'Threateneq men live long.' " "That' don't listen good to me: Many a man haS filled , a coJ'd and nnpleasant gr' ave because he bols'tered himself -6.p w;ith that thought .. " Arlie's face was ,grave at length. He began to see his danger. "Is there any talk in the village about this-ah, little mi,x up!" , ' , talk 1 N othillg but talk. " , :'Wbaes the opinion 1" p " .Just as giyon it. .en say you're dOll'tget a ' look in nbw,ap.d tlt'at any' moment 'you. kille , d.'" ' ' ,., , " , I I ' , '\ Ir' . '! That 'srathel' of 'a lugu,brious outlook." J' Somewhat." "What do people seem to think I had to do Y" "Stop hq.ying wtne to. celebrate your vietol'Y in-for , otMlI people, " c "Well, I don't drink: wine myself, you know." '! 's thel foolish P/l.rt of it. ' You are cornering all of the visible su{}ply of champagne in the village of Fort MePhersoJ!.. ,There's not enough champagne left here to give a decent drink to a man. A fur-buyer in the ,hamlet from the States, tried to get a bottle of and foUnd i'j; was now quoted at fifty dollars a bottle. The regular pri

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. game with. Here we are friends fQr life. NQw, up to. this game I never saw yQU have mQre than a few hundred dQllars tQgether in my life." , "I never did have." I , 'Then where did yQU raise that twenty-five thousand uoZla1's?' , BefQre answering Obie, he pulled Qut wad after wad , Qf bills frQm every PQcket in his clQthes. caught him trying t8 cheat YDU to. back his Dwll money-why if stQrygets Qut ' Gil will have" to. jump the cDuntry." "Why?" is a WQrse weapQn than a ' revDlver. Gil may' stapd up berQre a revDlver, ' but the stQrJl? Qf laughter that will sweep Dver every spo.rthtg reso.rt, when' that sto.ry gets out, willhurl him Qut o.f the cQuntr y . " , 'Can't the co.untry get withQut Gil?" -After some lab Dr he had cQunted apart a , package hDlding SDme twe lv e thQusand five hundred dollars. This he ShDyed into. Obie ' s hands. t . "Yo.u . gamb l e it can. But, man, Gil can't get , without this cDnntry." "There, " remarked Arlie:" Weare nQW quits. " /. . ' "Why , 'Quits?" gasped Obie, his face white and his eyes "This is abo.ut the Qnly part Qf the NQrth-West where he can carry his game, Judge' Lyncn has ' . ,made it' pretty frequent fQr a go.o.d many Qthers o.f his stripe hereabDut. He might 'get his' SQme day. " glistening. ' , , . ' Do. yQU mean this mQney is fD'i me l' , .. "I dQ." " ' . , " Well ? " , "Where in thunder did you get itt" '. ' I gDt it-Df the dead man, whQse hand ppinted us that warning." Arlie , said these wQrds slQwly. , Obie slumped dQwn upDn a near by IDg. "Was this mQney i n that dead man's pDcket?" "It was." , 'Did yQU knDw the dead " I did." ."WhQ was h e?" , "Bill , the Kidnapper. " /' "The The member Qf Gil Burgos' band!" "Yes. " " Thunder. ! " Obie so.en r eturned to.' h is questiQns . "No.thing, except it. prQves that Gil will 'get to. yo.u I as quick as he can so. as ,to. stQP yQur mo.uth fro.m tell ing a Sto.TY that will. excite laughter whentlver his name is mentiQned." , " Likewise G il will try to. get yo.u?" I • , . " I SQ." "I think ; we must 'go. , i Gil hunting Qn QUI' o.wn ho.o.le \ . I suppDse I had no.t Qught tG haTe LQrdy, Obie ; it was such a go.Qd to. sho.w up the blQQming thug, I just CQuldn't resist." \ "What's yQur plan?" .. "We came back here fro.m: where that' dead clan lay, after we buried the PQQr devil to. hunt o.ut Gil and' no w we a r e here,we must cDntinue r the hunting prQcess--" "Especially as we have let the Qutlaw slip thro.ugh "What do. yQ11 supPQse he was murdered fo.F?: ' "Do.n' t knQw -but I'm to. find Q1.1t." "Ho.w?" , ' ,. , QUI' : fingers. ,,: \ "Can't puzzl e it all QUt' y et. But I'm gQing to. find Qut." "I'll b e t Gil killed him, cut' his hand Qfr' and stuck it up there as a , . , I dpn't All I do. know was that" when I examined that bo.dy back at Mackenzie Isles, I saw that the dead man had been shQt in the back Qf his head. ' , ' "Murdered. And who. ever did it was in such a hurry to nail up his hand that they fQrgQt to. search Him. " . . , 'Seems so. to. me." '" I'Then yo.u were playing "against Gil with his } o.wn gang's mQney?" , "Sure. I never had any mQney to. speak Qf that belo.nged to me." , Obi e titt,ered. The titter into. a laugh that rang rDund the WQQds. . Suddenly Obie sat up. "But man" did yQU ever stQP to. think Qf what's CQm ing to 'Jo.l1 fro.m th'e Qutlaws when they hear that yQU pla ye d with their leader with his own cash, and nailed his hanel -to. a gambling table 'wit h a kuife b eca u se yQU tip." I ' "All rigJ;t. Here we gQ! I'm ready." "Steal quietly do.wI\ to. o.ur, .bQY. We must hustle to. Mackenzie Isle and fight that bandit until he o.r we two. are in Qui-gra;yes.'; Arlie and' Obje dipped their pad.dles deep in the water Qf ackenzie River. . Their frail: canoes d!llrted aW8, y Qn the missiQn .of death. . How WQuld the jQurney end? Was it a jQurney to. their graves o.n the part Qf these two. brave reclfless . CHAPTERV,. ' , , A GIRL'S DAF-I'NG. 'rhe snarl Qf a wild beast started the echDes flying in the fQrest. A fierce wild-cat , its eyes ' blazing with' hatred, ,its tail as it crept in stealtHy hatred, wo.rmed its hideQus bo.dy thrQugh the' lmder ;while right in " frQnt , o.f it, its quivering ears' PQinted backward and its bQdy atremble with fright , _ I , pra n ce d a ' magnifieent big bay , .,


" THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 The bore a beautiful girl. She wore the typical riding costume of a woman of the N orthWest. , I divided 'skirt was jaunty and well :rp.ade. It was ' of dark green cloth. The girl rade astride. Her tiny feet, in a: pair of tan boots now and then drummed at the side of her frighte.ned A keen spur now and then made the animal bound f orward or a slight pressure of a white hand on the cruel Spanish bit in the animal's mouth made . it rear 'and plunge backward. 1 _ ' , 'Now the wild-cat is ready for its spring. ' Its powerfnl .legs crouched all together under its b ody. 'It stood like a great cat for one second and then with a scream that made theforest ring again it launched itself directly at the girl and the horse. T he beautiful black eyes of the maiden flashed with laughter. Her r ound, rosy face was wreathed with a mischievous smile . ' As the cat spun itself into the air for its the girl whee l ed sharply to the left. ' T he wild-cat saw the motion. It attempted t o change its direction in mid , air. It J only succeeded in sprawling out, as it feu' to the ground after its tremendous leap coming down with a thump that left it breathless for a moment . When it recovered it was to see its tormentors, the w oman and the horse, still whirling aroUnd it in a circle . The wild-cat's fury, returned, Again it crept forward. Once more it whirled upward m its ,leap. Foam shot . from its jaws. Its great claws flashed..: out ' of its sheathlike feet, It again tried to reach the horse or the girl. A quick jump to the left on the part of the horse saved itself and its rider. The wild-cat spat and hissed at its foes in aoertive anger. '[he girl snapped her , fingers at the gleam ing ' eyes of the ca t . "That's right, Miss Cat, " her soft voice cried. "TTY ,it over again. ' I 'hate to see such a beautiful crea ture as , you, fal l b efore a horse-and a woman's wiles." The taunting laugh of the' girl. rap.g again and a g ain. T his time the-cat launched itself with fierce deter-minatio n. Horse and girl now stood like a statue. The girl's arm was extended. A revolver , shene in' the morning sunlight. There was a trail smoke and flame . A sharp r ep ort sounded. , It to the earth with a bullet through its head, dead ere its lifeless body was at the height of its spring. "Poor devil," cried the girl as she looked down upon the beautiful body of the dead cat. " 'Why can't you understand tlfat you have no chance when you attack a woman in these woods." A chuckle made the girl turn her ' head. There stood _ a ' tall, broad. ' shouldered handsome young , man, whose brown eyes were gleaming with mirth. The girl noticed that the,man's was poisea as if he had been ready to shoot at the wild-cat had she missed. ' ... The man showed , his white teeth in a broad smile. , , Well, you got him," he ' remarked nodding , his head at the dead cat. The girl gave the man an unwinking stare. "Who are you, 'pray "A faun replied the man. "Oh, " answered the girl. "I've heard of you .. You '::;e one of those protecting dieties in Myth ology, supposed to look after shepherds and agri cultural genUemen.;' "Yes," "There's not much agriculture out. here, and there's • no shepherd about us that I've ever heard of. If you're a faun you're certainly out of a job." "Precisely. Yet at that I might be one of those _ woodl ,and dieties." /' . " No. you don't measure up to the part." "Why "Your feet and ears should be those of a goat to be ' a real faun, You're not that quite presentable . ' , "'fhank you." , 'Oh, don't mention it." Man and gid laughed. ' "In Arcadia Diana wore her long hair floating down her back," continued the young man. "I need all of mine to cover my rat." "Diana also used to be shown (!.I'awing an, arrow from her quiver, while she held a struggling deer with the other, hand. ' ' . /' "I traded 'my arrows for a revolver-a sprite stole my .deer and then traded him off for a wild-cat." "But are' still' the tall handsome goddess, piana the patron of hMting and all 'sylvan sports." , "Sir Faun, what an up-reaching young man you. are. A double-barreled compl,i.ment that, truly. First you hit my marksmanship; then you say I'm a handyoung woman. Sir, you are a complimentary faun." "But if yourname isu't Diana I'm willing to hear The wild-cat in mid au', relaxed, r it."


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "How sweet of you. Arid I'm willing tQ. tell it. It's Helen Vernon.' I "Not Helen of Trpy1" "No. Helen of New York. " The girl looked directly at the young man. "Now then, what is your name?" she "Arlie Thanet." . "Nice name-quite as nice as Sir Faun. But what is your business , "A trapper and gold-hunter." "Does trapping and gold-hunting bring you here 1" , "It does." "Has it paid you "Yes. For did it not bring me to your side?" "Neatly pllt. A trapper and gold-hunter that can turn golden compliments is a rarity in the North West. T must imprison you and take' you back to my father '8 camp near here. He loved all his life rare' things, in man or b east." "Whe:r:e do you put me-in the list with the men, . or the be ' asts ? " ' "Heavens, young man! I don't know: yet. ; ' "Do all you New ,York girls flirt tliis way a wild-cat 'j , "Not 911. rrhis ' does." " ' . . ' .1 "J?on't 'yon th,lllk It a: dangerous f, "Not, always. It ended danger,ously for !yonder" } ',. . / cat." , , ' IYo u /ride well!" "Thank you." I, '\,: , I ' , 'Bl!lt Ilttle comedies like that these early ' dances with a wild-cat ' :;LS your partner some day might en(! in disaster.'" ,; "I s Ippose it foolish. That that is , a good revolver. Boor ' I>iana! How her nose ; "\v0uld be 0 t of join t hei' e in these 1\ beautiful woods." "She wouldn 't five ' ' minutes here with' only a quiver of arrows." . "What an analytical young man! Y oli are a prince of trappers!" "But tell me about yourself?" "How nic ' e of you again. Is there anything so Ill-teresting to talk , about as one's self?" ,.' You are philosopher." "No" only a NeW Yorker!' "That amo\mts to " the same thing. ' " The girl nodded. "It does require philosophy to l eave these great wonderful woods, and Jive in New York in a flat." "Do you live in a tat Dian a in a flat! Y e gods of mythology!" "Well, there are worse things ' than a flat . " "1 never heard .of them." "You must have li ved in New York." decline to sob ont'the story of my life." ,. "Very well. , Then will you come t.o my father and be ticketed, and catalogued." "Eh? " "My father comes , out here every now and t h en . He chases ',all kinds of queer anima l s an:d he goes back " to . New York and wrItes ' .'queerer. books . about the animals . " "First, telllTIe . ? Do you read the books?", 1'-' "B;eaven forbid!" "Does an)' one?" "Oh . yes, father does. But he don't make it a pl e asure. He is a lways swearing at the printer." "Why?" "He says ti1e printer can make more trouble in I " one book than a at il: church', picnic . " , " Ora, cious ! " says that ' some of the most beautiful' scriptio'ns he had ever written have been spoiled by a printer. For instance, once in' one of his books he wrote) he says 'Imm'Ortal i and the printer spelled it 'Immoral.' " I , Arlie smil , ed. , , Well ; ' J. 'm sorry for Jour "So am not I." ' , ' Why not , " ' "He is so busy studying bugs ' and that .he does ' n i t see anythipg at all ' of the beauties of these glorious wooc}s. 'l'he other .day : iT fOUlfd a bug in my , coffee. I Rtarted to take it 'out! 'For goodness sake don 'tkill that bug,' yelled father. 'It's a: some thing ' or other with a long latin name . I must have him. ' So to get the bug mY' coffee had to b l e sacrificed; and it was the last' C{lp in the pot." ' ' , 'That's 'the trouble witD: you don't , , lose anythingnmtil it is all you have left. ' ;It seems t9 .be ah-v' ays 'the last cup in the 'pot.' " I "But after we get thr;ough swappillg stories of our let us 'hurry to father. Father,:( would have you know is a very learned professor of a ' whole " ,lot 0: things. He is so learned that he always in a fog . The boys at his college call him v.el'-non." The girl turned as she spoke and led Arlie down H. steep bluff'. How her ' h orse managed to retain his footing was , a wonder: It Al'li , e shudder to Eiee 'the :flD:e beast go down a , declivity that he himself had to tak! care ' in negotiating. Bnt the active animal 'under judgment of ' the girl, essayed in safety. the c oaxing and fine the dangerous steep When all reached the bottom Arlie breathed freer. "You're a most , remarkable YOllng woman," Arlle said. "Some ot these da-ys if you coquette with ' wild cats, and rush , your hors e ' down the sides of bluffs


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 13 into deep canyons. there'll be angels' wings buzzing did n o t want to travel to-day but was going to pass around yo urs. " , . the' time in cataloguing his bugs, I happened to pass but you re a pearl of young men . Goodness that mapl e tree that you see ahead of you." h o w neatly' yo u compliment . I'm liable to pass hence ' \ 1 see ie' esc orted b y 'the 'othe r ange ls' is the innuendo i n your "I saw my initials ' 'H. Y.', which I had cut the remark . " . '. day before, staring at me in the face . " "I have a l ways fe l t that my true position in Arlie loos ened the revolver in his belt quietly . a pink-tea answered the. trapper. "I would ' "Then your guide made you .-travel in a circle," shine as a carpEtt-knight." he said. "Your' guide is crooked . He has a reason I T he cou ple smi led at each other. for deceiving you. We ljDust get to the that "How long have you been bug-huntingY " asked will translate the reason for us." Arlie. , 'Since earl y spring. " _ "From whence did you reach this r e g i on 1'1 "We come Fort Anderson over on the, Jesup River. " "That 's a good many hundred miles from here." "Yes. But we have been a good many days getting ' ICampJ" I "Do we camp? I should r eply truthfully that we did . We have two tents for sleeping purposes, one for, cooking, an,d storing, a host i er, a former King of Africa fo r a cook, I and , we 'had a guide;;-only he quit s ome t ime ago, and we have been guiding ol,lrselves . , until we happened, to meet a hunter who met us in the woods." Arlie's face , expressed blank amazement. "You hIred this unkno"o/D hunter, did you?" "Yes, I don't like him eith e r . He has a rather -well, a free sort of way with him, and although I have pointed' out all this to father, thinks I'm foo l ish . " "Hum" , . " The girl h esi t a t ed a : moment . She seemed to want to ' c o mmunicate something but was debating whether to do so or not. "How far ' is it to Fort McPherson from here?" she " added i r r elevantly. Seei1 ; lg that the question bore on some hidden thought Arlie answered without comment. "About fifty miles." . _' "Why,' our guide told us that it was nearly two hundred rriiles . " . "He did?" " Y es. There's one thing more . Yesterday, morning I was ' u p early. I took a stroll away from camp . I had a pen-knife in fuy pock e t and I carved the ini tials of my name 'H. Y.' on a tree. " ' "Yes." " W e t r avelled all day yesterday. We were sup pose d to have made ' at least twentyfive mi les pro gres s toward Fort McPherson . " " Y o u s h ould ' h ave easily made that much pro g ress. " "When I rode out this morning, for father said he CHAPTER VI. THE GUIDE IS FOILED. " Orooked ' I You mean that this guide we have is making us travel around in a circle and then tries to make us believe we are progressing toward Fort McPherson?" . , Helen Y ernon cried in terror as she spoke these'., words to Arlie 'Thanet, the young' fur-trapper. ' "That is exactly what I want you to believe . " "But for purpose?" "I don't know-robbery, possibly," replied Arlie.' "Robbery. We aren't worth robbing'?" "Then I don't kno'V'. All , I can see from here is that you are being whirled around in a circle by your guide. You k n ow this is so from the initials you cut in yonder maple-tree." "I cut those initials myself, yesterday' morning." "The day aiter, ,when you supposed you haa.. travelled all yesterday in the direction of Fprt McPher son, you come smack against your iIfitials once more. That makes the guide crooked , on its face-may be he want to work himself out of a jO,b." . "Father said he'd pay five dollars a day and g rub until we got to the fort. " . "'I,'hat may be the r e ason for the. circle-episode." "It may be "Ye s . Your outfit i s pretty valuable I guess. Anycrooked trapper might try to do you out of it. " "How? " " Woods don't tell a n y se crets. " "Oh. " "He might murder you all for your outfit. ' Who would know where you were buried in thes e dense " woods ? No matter how careful the, search, who would • I ever find your bodies?" H e len w a s white with suppre ssed fear. "Yes, and then, you see a murderer could use your kit in the trackless wilds about us and no one might ever come across him; no one might ever ask him how he by the outfit, because he could bUry him self in these North-West fastnesses and ' no one would ever even know he was on earth-girl, there a:t;e places . up here that no human foot has ever pressed; lots , of them."


• THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. '1'he girl looked up at the towering mo' untains, the ' " Shoot well?"' long expanse of gulches, canyons, the high bluffs. "Carries just a trifle high. But I'm used to it. ' " I qan 'Well believe it," she said. "Weare lucky to pull on the mark a little ... That counts!' , meet you." "I like a , quick gun, with a dead center, bead. NothArlie said nothing. .. ing like going right for the mark. guns you V I don't know anything about your guide. He may have ' to calculate a little that shoot high or be all right. He may have meant all right and got loW, , are as mllcha danger to you as they are to some tangled up and didn't know he was leading you in a one ' you are shootiii.' at. You see you 'have to calcu circle. It l{)oks bad any way; If he don't know h is late. That destroys your Some times a faulty business h e is ju!'t as dangero1.1s as if' he was crooked." aim is your last aim." • T , he ' girl marveled at Arlie's sagacity. ' ,, 'You are about shooting at an'other man. "He looks to me mighty near what I've thought a 1 don't want a revolver to shoot at another woman or man ought -to look like," Helen thought. "Whoever man." he is he is a man." "There's' not so much difference as you imagine in "She's a very pretty girl. What in tlie world did the shootin' game. A man may bristle with' guns, and her fool father bring her out in these wilds for? There's a wild-cat bristles with claws. , Either, if they get to too many wild animals, human and beasts, prowling you, will put your light out. I A girl who stood ' ana, around here." gave wiJd-cat his dose wouldn't be frightened at ;' When Arlie " s thoughts had run their" course , he a glID-man." tu'rned to the girl: \ "1 don't know. 1 don't 'want to try at aM events. "Can you give me a description of the he But be willing to teU me your suspicioris u asked. to the identity of ou,r " guide?" "He is tall and broad-shouldered." Arlie did not reply at once. "That would answer for' a , description of a good When he did it was with a well-modulated and many men out here." ' a desire, the girl saw, to pick his words carefully. J "W-e-l-l-oh / yes; he a black beard." "I don't want to say that I suspect whom your, I " Ah ! " , , guide is," the young answered. " The guide 1\.rlie was fooling with his revolver . belt as he spoke. may be all right. If so the less said the sooner mended. ,"He has black ' eyes, shoeky black hair." But if you don't care to go to your camp Arlie straightened, up. and s ' ee your, father. If all is iWell you don't need me. , sneering voice he spoke , up, with, a low swag-If it-isn't, I guess you do." .' , ger, making himself into a gun-bad-man , of the terti-Helen looked Arlie directly in the eye : tory. , Something she saw there pleased her. "'1'alks like this, doesn't h'e Y" Arlie questioned. "Come," the girl answered. nodded. had been standing by her horse as she spoke. '''You know him. ' Yes, that's the man. You imitate 'She turned and walked through the woods m the him ex actly." direction of a . smoke which told where her father's . Arlie drew his revolver from his belt and began camp was situated. to examine ca refully. On ,the ,'way both man an.d. girl were quiet:It was lo ade d and in fine conCiition. 1" Each was busy with thoughts of danger that might Th e girl saw the motion. , lie before them. . "Why do yo u look at your revolved" she queried. "There's father,,,'the gipl cried as she pomted to "Not any great Better know it's in good a tall spare man, with a thin, bearded face, and an condition at all times. It is ' a North-West habit I have. abstracted air. We get so ' used to the knowledge ' that the iun is I, This is Mr. Arlie Thanet," the girl said as soon as only protection from human and animal they haq reacihed camp. ' , prowlers, that every now and then we get ourselves "Happy to meet you," cried Professor Vernon. ready for any possible trouble, by se eing that, our guns He then looked at a book 'he was reading and are in good condition." , promptly fo rgot all about Arlie: , " Oh. " ), Father having emerged from the haze into which "How about the weapon with which you killed the he had been obscured since he took up -that book thiS wild-cat 1 A good shot at that. " morning, " ventured Helen, "has now gone back behind " I No more compliments. But this is a good gun : " the clouds. Come on-let's ' go and see the King of H elen handed -Arlie her revolver. • Africa at work." ' , '). , , "l like it. It'S a 45 Army gun; the best It, "Here: we are," aqded Arlie a moment later. "Goodcarries some, doesn't it 1" , ness, what luxury!"


THE AMERICAN INDIA N WEEKLY. f Arlie looked about in wonder. Here was a large tent, apparently packed with good things to eat. I l \'lmost as large as the tent, was ' a great colored man whose gle aming teeth shone from the blackest face Arli e had ever seen. I Th e c olor e d ' ian , was cooking at ( sheet i1'on stove . Arli e s niff ed . ",\V , hat's that asked A rli e . ' ' " A stove . " "Oh. " "Didn't you ever see a camp stov:e bef-ore?" "Never." "Why, what do y ou people cook with up here 1 " "Frying-panY . "I don't meap. the pan. I mean the fir e . " , , I '11 show y ou . " Whi l e H e lep. w a tched h im, a dmiring his t a ll grace, Arlie gathere'd a few sticks together. Soon he had built a t 'iny but hot fire. Th e f\rup-jack went/ sizzling into the greased pan. , In a moment or so it was done o tt one side. A rlie . with a supple motion of his arm sent the fry ing pan's contents whirling up into the air. U p soared the flap-jack six , eight, ten feet in the ai r . Whe n it came down the frying-pan was underneath it. / I _ • • ;In its a erial flight the flap-jack had turned over . N ow it was getting "done" on the other . "Maple syrup, butter-that's the stuff, Pomp, Now , Miss Vernon, here we are-a meal for a goddess ready for you." , Helen thought it quite the best dish she h3:d ever tasted. Arlie c alled to the colored man . "This is a flap-ja c k, eh 1" she cried as the las t • 'Wha't '8 your name, you black rascal?" he cried. . mouthful disappeared. Th ere's a way of saying "black rascal''' that hints of "Them's him , " cried Arlie ungrammatically. a substantial tip. Pompey Ducklegs that, so h e "Delicious!" t old Arlie his name. ' " Good e nough . " "Thunder, that isn't a nalIle of a man it's the name "That' s the way y ou c ook 'em 1" of a tune," cried Arlie. . "Sure, " " Wall, aat's mah name, boss , " cried Pompey deepl y "Don' t you have any ceremony than thaU ' : injured . ' " "Why no. That's about all we need on a trip. "No offense , Pomp. If that's your name it ain ' t m y Flour, bacon, a frying pan, and a good rifle. " Why, 'fault . . O be of the best famili e s in America sti ll'ted Helen , there' s enough game around here to drive an from a man whose nalne was Preserved Fish. Owner e picure crazy with' desire. " . o f s am e w a s found floating on mll.ttress in: middle of "That's about all you need, isn't it after all ? " . ocean . Was then SIX month s old. Couldn ' t tell name . "Why of course. Good arms, plenty of ammunition , Nothin g to t ell what ship had been lost at sea' of which and there you are up in the gre a t North-West." h e was s ole when or how. But a " Delightful country to live in. " on the ship that rescued the baby called him 'Preserved "You can live here as Icing ' as 'You please." Fish. " He bore that name ve"ry honorably all his life, Helen blushed . and there are many fishes yet in the human llea qeHer c ' olor added something to that in the face of scending from this Preserved one." . Arlie, " W -a-I-I, sah . .Ah ain't goin' t' ' gainsay yah, but ah . Young blood moves swiftly. gues'ah got rna name from ma lai gs. Thay's duc k Helen looked away toward the wood to recover her_ legs shore." poise. • They were . I She shrank back as she did so. Never was so much body held on such short sup"There's the guide, " to Arlie. ports. He looked up. "You're over-capitalized," remarked Arlie as ' he Framed in a sort of oval 9f leaves from the branches 10, oked the negro: ' .' You're carrying too ,wate r of a tree that( partly shielded hi!D, Arlie saw ' capita:l. ,,. , I ' "" a man's vindictive sneering face looking at hini. The girl smiled. The man was not fifty feet away. Arlie was sniffing suspiciously at the camp sto:ve . Th e fa.ce was that of the outlaw. Gil Burgos . "Whatchur making?"ne asked of Pompey. "Flap-jacks. ' , "W-h-a-t! Oh, I say, this will never do. Pomp go I get ' me !'lome flour, baking powder, salt, and milk, quick." PO. mpey obeyed. With def, t soon had' his stuff kneeded in to a concrete of dough . CHAPTER VIr. A TRICK OF THE ENEMY. . Arlie jerked his r!lvolver from his belt when the face of the outlaw was betrayed through its leafy screen. , 'Gil Bllrgos!" he cried. Ariie ,rushed toward the hce. Bnt , p he outlaw's l e gs had Garried his face away . •


THE AMERICAN INDIAN with the most su' dden vanishment ever seen: out of a transformation scene in a theater. Arli e seartood his stout, ' , amiable chum, Obadiah Good, smiling and bowing. "What IS that?" asked i-ielen in ',a ' silled toIle. idol with thegoogly-eyes, who nods , ' like , sorhe d.emned Mandarin 7 , " questioned , Arlie. , 'Y !:is,." replied Helen. " No, not the nicest. In this case we "It passes by the name of Obie Good , . Its home is the North-West; it lives on food, and it's hard to catch in its wUd state. In tIle case of the specimen here be oi'e you, ladies gentlemen, he has been thoroughly and' is able and to eat Qui of your hand, have trouble_ all jOu give him,' I replied Ar,lie with the tone , \" fta d .ime n11iseUin ( " Professor : " it ahead." I . '''tlt-ouble?'' "Much, I fear." " "What makes you 'say thil.t Y" "Because I m ean it." Then A'tlie tUl'l1ed toward Obie. ' " Talk 'up," he said, "don't you see the lady, , ' Mi,s.'S Heleh Vernon, is anxidus to hear -you speak Obie bowed gravely. "Why-y-we aren't in any danger are ,we?" "In grave danger." Helen did not turn pale : ' In fact ' looked as she absolutely enjoyed what, Arlie had just s!lid. "Isn't the specimen Miss Helen Vernon has ' !lecured in you about stopped ' her appetite for collecting if freaks asked Obie. , ,"How deliciol1S!" she cried. "I always wanted to be in d;lllger pf death. It was a thrill I had never ex perie:q.ced. In this case it is perfectly entrancing. ;Yoli haven 'tt the slightest idea what a creepy feeling I have. r see the and myself, a cold, cold corpse, befng ,I lowered into it-delicious!" Arlie laughed. "You're a ' brave girl," said. "1 like 3: girl who can stand up under trouble and danger smile at it." . "What's the ' use ' of weeping ' ? I suppose when I'm . . dead it won't make much difference whether I died can make room for cried the girl. Obie grinned sheepishly. . , " Thank j, he said . • , ,, ollr traps Y" Arlie. "In our canoes.'" "Where are the ' canoes 1" "In the river under the sheltering shade of a: tree that juts' over our river, and which likewise over our boat, So between the two juts our traps are safe from , Gil Burgos." '/ "Have you seen Gil Y" asked Arlie anxiously. , : , exactiy seen him. I glimpsecl him as he rushed tlirough theorest as if tlie , deyil wa, s after • 'r' I 1 . , ; \ hIm. :r then thought pOSSIbly you and he had re-


.. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 . , duced your little argument to gun-play, and I cached ; our boat. s ' 'neath the shade of an old maple-tree' ana , I had expected to find you shot full of holes. I ' find you here shot full' of arrows which a certail1 urchin named Cupid--" , i, Oh shut up," cried Arlie. , "ReallY', Mr. Goodl 've not got ae' far as that," cried Helen. "Mr. Arlie hasn't complimented me only about forty times, and all that sort of Cupid hang up his bow now. We have no use for it.' "Miss Helen, I ;warn you. You're in danger. This young man, Arlie Thanet, is a rusher. You don't stand a , chance if he ,really decides ,to marry yoll. Not a chance in the ,world for you, if Arlie makes up his mind--" The remark; ended by a quick on the part of the speaker to a,; oid a frying pan which Arlie threw at his head. "Drop that," Arlie cried. ":Wet's all stop fooling . Gil Burgos is ' no laughing matter." Obie grew grave in a moment. "Sure," he cried. "There's no question that you are right. Gil Burgos is a danger that we must not' forget. " Even who had the happy gift of not looking on any , side but the one, laughed and then grew , sober again. "Well, shall we call father into our co;nsultation the girl asked. "N 0-," rejoined Arlie. "We had better have no niore in this than we have." "Wltat shall we do then asked Helen. "W ewon '1; be attacked," A rlie replied, "for some hours., If you don't care I'll hold a little confab Obie." , "Which means that I am dismissed,'" the girl an swered. " " I will go and , talk' bugs to father." When Helen had gone Adie turned to Obie. "Fine trouble ahead, eh?" he saId. , "Let me in. I don't see what you are driving at." "Well what. do you suppose I found here when I happened to meet that girl in the woods?" 't know. Tell me?" t " Ifound Gil Bui'gos here as a guide ' to this , , . ' party: of tenderfeet. ' . ' I dicke;ns yo u clid "I did.'; . "What's Gil's little game'" '''I don't know. He's up to some kind of dev;ilishness isn't he"" -, "He c ,ertainl y is." "Well whatever it IS we will have to meet it a,nd ch,eckmate him." "We must." "But how?', ' "My advice is to wait until night. 'fhen make our escape from here." Obi'e looked up at the sun. "It about the late afternoon. " "Yes. " "In a few hqurs it wm be dark." "Yes. " "There; s one thing to do and do quick." "Wllat is "Break this camp." "Well 1 , " J • "When you've broken it skip,toward Fort Anderson." "By river?" ". ,; a good plan. " "I can think of nohe better.': " 'Nor can 1." , , 'Shall we tell the girl the plan 1" "Bettet consult with her, She's after with her daddy of this old camp." "Right you are," all the boss ' " ,/ Arlie ti.lrned 'to walk toward camp to tell Helen of the discovery. But before , he could move, Pompey Ducklegs, his face white as most white men, despite his terrible agitation which was betrayed in every movement, came runniJ;lg toward him. . " . B-o-s-s, " stammered the negro. , "They 's suthin' to pay." "WlIat is it?;' cried Arlie. The negro with his eyes ,like peeled onions had great difficulty in speaking. Finally h e managed to talk. \ ' OU?' hawsse8 is rnissin'," he cried. Arlie ran to where a)l of the horses belonging to the camping party had been staked out. I "By, thunder!" he cried. "They are missing.''' A thought struck hiin. "Hey, Obie," he called. "Run back to the river and see if our canoes are safe." Obie disappeared in the direction of the river. In a few moments he retUrned. His face was filled with an expression of consterna tion. " The can.oes are missing," he faltered. '''l'rapped!'' cried Arlie. { ' They've trapped us, . We have got to fight _the outlaw band now, on their own gro , und." CHAPTER VIII. THE OUTLAWS TRY A SCHEME. Gil Burgos after, running away from the camp of Professor Vernon did not go far. He dodged the wo ' ods and turning on his heels in" a short time came to a point where he saw a short, under-siz 'ed man, but whose great breadth of shoulders


THE AMERICAN INDIAN .WEEKLY. showed his strength, standing under a tree smoking a big pipe. This man was Jozsef Martino, a Hungarian-Italian, a queer combination of races that came from his Hun, , gar.i a n ' mother and his Italian father. He , ne x t , in rank in the Burgos ba'ud , was a waiting the, arriyal of },lis chief ,with what patience his small stock mustered. He cried in a loud, growling voice to Burgos when h e saw him at a distanJe. ' "Here I a.m," he said. "So ' am I, " returned the outlaw chief, as he hur ried along. , 'I see you are here," replied' Martino, who was usually lrn6wn, however, as Jozse. "WellY" . "Not much of "Hum. Did you stampede that

I THE AMERICAN INJ;>IAN WEEKLY. 19 the guicle and t.he outlaw all i n one. '1'hey , expect to git attacked ,by us, but I can fool the girl back into some confidence in me if I get a fair whack at the feller in' the way, that Arlie Thanet." , 'Say yer dippy. You ain't got a chanst in 'the woild. Thet couple is on ter bigge r then a house .' You don't cut no ice with them an ye never will. My advice to ye is to come out hard. Take a crack fust, chanst ye git at this nyear A rlie. '1'hen ye bette r git his chum, Obie, and then, :ve takes the gal and old 'Foggy' her {lad, and lock 'em out somewhere on one 0' tliem thaI' Mackenzie islands abouts an! then--" "Oh let up you old windmill." " An' then. ye kin git some ransom offen them high brows just the same-yo You'll go bust ef ye keeps on the way yer runuin' this yar game. See! " . "Oh shut up! Say you're worse than a phonograph. Why, you old snake, you haven't got enoulgh sense to I see over your moustache. Shut lip I say . My plans goin' to win yet." " "Like-" -"Now sto w that.' You've gone far as I allow. Don't you try to kick up no trouble on my plans. I can get to the center with my chips quite quick enough." did ye hurt yer1hand 1" jeered. Jozse. "Beher not play with thet Arlie Th a net again, at the gamblin ' or the fightin' game." . effect on Gill was startling. He tUl lned red and pale by turns. Then he snwte J ozsef right between the eyes with / his great fist. -I The second in command of the bandit gang f e ll as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He was stunl].ed by blow and laid on the ground a mere wreck of a bandit. He had joked with his chief too often. Bestowing ' a contemptuous kick on the body of the prostrate mari, Gill strode aw ay and jumping into a canoe that stood on the strand, hurried 9ff on some secret, mission. Jozsef Martino did not come to himself for s e veral minutes. ,J At length he sat up with a feeble groan. ' "He! He A feeble and suppressed laugh strnck his ears as he groaned in the agony of sore muscles, and of his eyes which he knew were blackened by the fell blow he received. . The laughter brought the outlaw to himself. , . He whirled'in his tracks and gave a snarl of rage. .A man near him. \ The swept his hand to his left hip ,for his \ re volver. But he on l y grasped a holster, empty, and of absoiutely no use in the present stress . "Here's yOul' gnu," muttered a low voice a note of laughter in it. . The outlaw looked up. Yes . It was his gnu! . But the pointed toward him: The handle was in the hands of a fat man, whose snapping ' blue eyes looked exceedingly danger ous. "Here's your gun!,1 adde d the voice. "Want its contents 1" , J ozse held his hangs above his head. . '1'here was no argument left for him. He had no gun; the other fellow had his ' gun, and meant to shoot when he levelled it at the head of the outlaw. 'rhat is if Jozse did not hold up his hands. . . So, not awaiting any command of that kind, / Jozse "heIQ up his hands." , , Very good ! Very good, indeed ! You are a true North-West man. A hint's as good as a kick. " J ozse only snarled like a wild beast. "Now don't get savage. I treat angry passiqns in. man or beast with a lead pill-ah, ah, don't.put down those hands. " ' Th e outlaw almost cried ill his rage. a de-licious face. My but you're a sweet 'thing! What would I 'not give for your photograph f" , The outlaw this time said nothing. But he gave the speaker an eloquently vindictive look. "What would you not give to me if you had the chance, eh 1" purred the soft voice. "Do you know me?" No answer. , 'Do 1/oU know m , e 1 " came the question tllls time a soft drawl but like the snap of a whip. The outlaw saw that it was time to quit. "I know yez," he sulked. "Well, what's my name?" . " Obadiah Good." "Right you are. Now I'm going to tell you what your name i." The outlaw. looked his surprise. , , You're J ozse, the Brute, second in command to about the most ornery skunk these diggings afford, one Gil Burgos." The outlaw nodded. Obie Good stgpped as if he wondered just what he ought to do next. But he was careful to keep his weapop trai'ned on the outlaw's head. Good happened along b y chance just as J ozse was coming out of the trance into which the fist of Gil Burgos had thrown him . Obie grasped the opportunity. \ H e pulled the outlaw ' s weapon from its holster the thug was insensible. Then he thought what 8: good


20 , THE AM ,ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. , joke it would be to train the weapon on the bandit and "Easy ganie. You tell me what there is behind that thus hold him ' up with rus own gun. dead hand sign post on that island over there, and 1'11 The thought ' was father to the deed, f tell you where ,you f!an' get the, money." , The bandit awoke to ' find his holding ,him I up! ' "Why,: th'a:t dead hand," replied "holds "You see," added Obie h e gOt these ' fact' s 'the secr ' et-now I ain't a-goin' tel' te11, ye 'yit. " , ' spread in plwin la'nguage before the .outlaw after' some I • I ' pains on his part, "now my partner, A:clie Thanet had _ " Shet up. 1'11 meet ye here ter night ef ye ain't dead the h

THE AtvIERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 21 "He must have been something of a soldier to pick his ground, any how," returned Arlie. "'Iii ell, we will try' his. game and see how we co-me out." . J Arlie then trekked with his party to a spdt which he said " 'was made for a good scrap." I , He " A space in the woods had been cleared by. Dame Nature .herself. There was a craggy hill, rocky and sombre, in the center 'of clea'ring ; I'" Around the hill was a lot of dry underbrush, but as Arlie pointed out, it would be impossible to set it on fire without coming under the zone of the rifles of his , " , ,rl'hey cou.ld. mali:e it, merry for u:;;," Arlie added, "if they set that dry underbrush on fire. But to do that they will have to creep over that open space. I'll wager that n:o man can do that in the of our rifles.' , . Helen nodded. Her fine intelligence showed hcr that Arlie spoke the truth. ,. " shall I do with the luggage gasped Obie who with Pompey Duchlegs, and Arlie was well weighted down with the camp equipage. \ ,IPile it all that rock on 'the summit of the , , hill. " Professor Vernon had tried >to,get through his mind, which was very keen on the question of bugs but very ,hazy when it came to anything of an everyday came up just then :bearing a keg of powder. , "What shall I do with this powder'!" he "Powder 1 For goodness what to yon want with so mu c h po'weled'i 'qneried Arlie. ",\Vliy we th'ought we might need it." Arlie froared. , " There's one thing you don't have to carry in whole sale lots out here. We ca,n get powder, shot, cart andwhiskEty most anywhere in tne North-West at the'tinest hamlet," dryly put in Obie. "When you get enough whiskey on bpard, yo u ha;ve use for plenty of the powder and shot, eh " rejoined Helen. " " Th,erE; isn't so much shootin' out here as you think," replied Ohie. ",\Vhy Arlie here, doesn't kill a man ever!J day," \' 'Ar lie stuck out his tongue. "If you elon't shut up I'll kill a 'man to-day at that," he cried. , , Never min d talkin g so much, " said Helen. ' , You're e ncroaehing on woman '8 especial prerogative. Not that tllel'e aren't women in trousers at that." "We, are set on! Let's get to work," replied Arlie . "Now then" boys , is everything' moved from the camp Pompey Ducklegs came forward at -thIS point. ; "I 've eve 'ry ting," he smiled with his white teeth looking like a gash in a water-melon. "Dey aill nuttin' left back yonder. 'Cept them men wot I seen a peepin' out 0' dar yar woods wen I come along here. " "Here's ' news, ' " shouted Arlie. "These are fine times. Weare right ready oh, for @ur scrap. Pomp , . here has slghted the outlaws. They'll be on -to us soon, I will bet a cooky to a Chinaman's head." "Unequal wagers are always barred in betting. No Chinaman's head out here that I ever saw was worth ( an orange," chuckled Obie. "'\Vell never mind. You're no sport or we would have ma9.e a bet long ago. A true sport nowadays bets on anything. Just goes in on hi:;; luck." "I saw one tin-horn sport betting with a dead man's cash not long ' ago," growled Obie with a wink. "Boy you talk too much. ' It's darned foolishness talking all the while. Give some other fellow a chance. " All the while the men were working like beavers. They had piled aIr of the Vernon camp goods in the center of' the rocky hill, and then had rolled stones around the pile, making a sort of rampart. By kneeling they could get a chance to shoot b 'etween the rocks. "That's a mighty fine fort we have now," ;:emarked Arlie as he paused to look over his work. "Wou,ld take some fine shootmg to get through those rocks at us. " "Well there's going to be a chance soon to see what kind of a fort it is." .. "What do you me 'an," replied Arlie when Obie had thus spoken. ' Obie pointed to the fringe of 'woods that surrounded 'the place which, they had selected for their battle ground. "r From the woods , could be seen a fringe of "That runny," remarked Arlie. "Are the bandits coming after us with torches 1 it wants two , hours to darkness." Yet the lights were seen to be twihkling hither and thither. ' . A . "What in thunder is it " asked Obie. . "It's something I can't explain," 'cried Arlie. seems to be a sort of fringe of light. Then the masse d lights seem to disappear and rush hither and thither--'" . "Look at the lights leap in the air/' said HelEm. . " They seem to be advancing." ' ,. Professor Vernon even awoke from his fog. "They are not any type of fire-fly that comes these l .atitudes," he saif!.. "Never mind what they are, father," laughed Helen, "at least they are not your favorjte bugs." , Even the Professor joined :in the laugh. "That's the spirit," cried Arlie. "Laugh when the game isn't onrs is the best way ,to chastEm ,your spirit. " I "You don't believe in the 'pride goes before a fall' idea, do you said Helen. "Not so anything y,ou ku, ow of could notice n."


, .. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Mistah Arlie dal' cums them lights," shrieked Pompey at this juncture. ' "Sure enough they are coming," cried Obie. "What. in thupder are they1" The lights' now had separated and were not l ik'e a fringe. -Ther, e seemed to, be hundreds of them. Some ran along the. ground spitting out little fiery points. Others seemed to dart! up high in the air. : Still others were seen to scutter through the grass which soon blazed up about them, and fanne51 by the breeze began . to eat chunks pi fire , and smoke through the vegetation here and there. "Whatever they are they s ' eem to have set the woods ob fire,/' remark, ed Arlie. "That won't hurt us much for the flames can't find feed on . about US here . " "The rains of last week have left the woeds ,pretty soggy, " put in Obie. "1 don't think there's any danger 'that the flames will back-tiare into th. e woods and dOl much damage . " . . , Even as he spoke the flames di,ed out in the under brush. ' . . , But the queer spectrallIke dots and flashes of flames continued darting hither and thither. , "Gosh! Here com . es a new supply, ' ) shouted Obie at this juncture. / ' ! While he spoke there came flying over the vacant spots between the wo o ds and the calI!P a myriad oj: flames. Now and then there came a dozen jets of fire that in the air, sailed , forward a bit, ana t;hen rose agaIn: " "Ye Gods!" ' howled Arlie suddenly. "I'm on at Back to the ' camp every one ' and try to bury that powder. If you don't w:e will all be blown to atoms." "IJuh ?" was all Obie could say. ' "The outlaws have caught hundreds of the jumping mice that infest this country," shouted Arlie. ' "What of that1" , I "You (the jumping mice" don't Arlie aaded. .', I. ,. 1 know there's a lot of mice that jump in the air with surprising aC,tivity when pursued in the North West, " replied Qbie. ' 'They are common enough all through the Hudson Bay region, and 1 seen millions of them about here." "The bandits have caught a large ,number of these jumping mice, and have dipped each one in kerosene. Then they have lighted the kerosene, and have turned the burning mice loose in hopes thatl they would , rush over to our camp and set us on fire before they were burned to death." . , . ' Arlie Thanet had hardly spoken these words when . hundreds of the fiery mice scattered into the camp . "The powder! Don't let them get near the powder! " yelled ' Obie as he began thumping right and left at the squealing, flying, dying, tortured mice witp. the, butt of his rifle. Helen rushed back toward powder barrel. CHAPTER X. POMPEY DUCK LEGS MAKES A HIT. The blazing, jumping mice-. swarmed into the They seemed ' to be everywhere. . They came by the hundreds. camp. • As Arlie kiiled the miserable, squeaking, little things, his heart was sore ' within him. "To torture these po<>r things," cried Arlie to Obie, "makes my boil!" , .. Obie who was hitting' out valiantly nodded. "How do you suppose they did it " he asked. "They must :have trapped the things py the hogshead, " replied Arlie. " . ' ' "Then they dipped them in crude petroleum and set' them on fire . ' 1 Even in his busy mOlD-ent Arlie couldn't help laugh-. " mg. , , " You fool," lie cried, "how long do you thiuk it would take the outlaws to up a hogshead full of mice Helen laughed merrily although she was in imminent danger. '. 'rhe rushing mice had set her shortsl,\:irted riding gown on fire time and again, b)lt she had managed to extinguish the blaze. ' . ' Th e n she grabbed a rifle and began clubbmg dili, gently right and left. Professor Vernon had been so busy in Bugland lore that he had not at first sensed the situation until there came to him a couple of ' dozen of the squealing mice, all ablaze. . .. ' One'ran u p his leg and crossed over his hand and' dartesl back to the earth. ' He made' a seared spot" on the Professor's arm. ' "What's this 1" cried the Professor. '.' A mouse 1 And on ' fire ' / , A flaming mouse 1 must catch orie and put him in my collection. 1 never eveR read of a , flaming mouse before . " . The Profess 'or managed to catch one of the tmy suff erers in his bug-net, as his daughter callad it. He eagerly looked at the dying tiny scrap. " "Why, it's only a tiny jumping mouse," he "And covered with petroleum at that. " , This was tp,e nearest approach to slang that anyone had ever heard the Professor use. But now the Professor awoke. With his i, bug-net" grasped in his hand he sailed , into the fray. ' , He scraped, scouped and beat off the mice by the dozeps. ' I ' Never was so much valiant labor seen before in the way of an extermination of the mice breed. rrh e work of the Professoll SO, on b 'egan' to tell along ' with that of the rest of the party. ' , "Hurrah!" shouted Arlie . "The danger is over for the present. " , He shook his ;fist at the silent woods from whence the mice had come. ' , "Send on some rats, " he yelled. "Don't' send a , mouse to do a rat's work." ' "Where's Pompey , cried Helen as she ' look e d about for the colored cook. But Pompey had disappeared. "Oh, Pomp," cried Arlie. A faint voice replied. ,-, , "Where's that nigger!" called Obie impatiently. "Crawled into a hole," answered Arlie in a dis-gusted tone. , " _ No-o sah," sounded ,the voice . of Pompey. "l'se' ain' in no hole sah? 1 'se he , ah." . Helen looked'--absmt carefully but nothmg could be seen of Pompey.


, . 'THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY., 23 "Where's here she cried at length. "Heah, Mis' Helen, right heah behin' them' tents, " , came the slow answer. The party -rushed around'the pile , of tents . . There sat Pompey on something or other. His fat body' utterly hid the thing he was sitting on . , . " You black rascal, " cried Arlie in anger. "So here 's where you'I:e skulking, is You coward. You ought to have been with us fighting off those darn, blazing" ., ' \ Deed, Mistah Arlie," replied Pompey with immense "I'se goin' tah y'. u thet I'm no coward, sah. I frum the fust famblies 0' ole Virginney an' I uin no cowar' sah." , . "If you ain't a coward why are you questioned Obie. . Obie felt sure this was an unanswerable statement. ': Wall, gennemen," added Pompey, with more dig nity. "You all remembers dat powder?" , "Of course we do, Pompey. I yelled to have some t one rush to it and bury it in the rOGlks as soon as I sa i the blazing mice coming. We might have been all blown to atoms if the blazing mice had got near that half open barreL" . "Dey; want no dangah 0' dat, sah replied Pompey with a gre;:tt grin. . I • "Why not?" said Arlie. ' "Deed s3lh, I'se havin' you all know that I'm sittin' on dat yar powder." . ' . Pompey said. these words with the air of a great conqueror. A stunning. roar from all startled the echoes in the distant woods. . The forest was lighted up b l flame and smoke. Arlie was the first to recover himself. "It's the' bandiis o1,)ening fire on us," he shouted. "Look. out for them. Crouch down.. Fortunately, they shot high at the first fire." The party crouched down and crawled back to the shadow of the rocky ramparts. There they found Professor Vernon standing, deep in the persual of a book on his favorite pursuit. , 'Was there not a noise?" he cried to the party as .it returned. "It appeared to be coming from yonder woods." As the atmosphere was heavy with the shrill notes oJllildefby many rifle bullets the remark somehow seemed superfluous. "You get down here with us or you will be !?pitted by a bullet, worse than you ever spitted a bug by your ,retaining pins," remarkedl Arlie as he smiled at Helen. Obie motioned to Arlie just then to over and see him. "Well?" A . rlie asked a moment later. . ' "It is not well; it's ill ; " Obie. "Did you have me crawl across the devil's 8.n-gle of ' this place, where my body was exposed 'to a chance bullet to tell this?" "\ • . " 'Oh no. I called you over to see if I 'could drive a little sense into your head or body, in case a bullet hit you. I might get some sense ill the bullet-hole. I don't seem to 'get much now." "I suppose that 'is spok sarkastic' as an American humorist put it, Now, having unloaded your bile on my devoted head, tell me what yon have to say." , , ",Ve are penned in here." "In original ideas, my boy, you simply scintillate." "Thank you again and again. I was always noted in school for In) ' brilliant ideas. One of them was when I bent ' a pin and placed it on my teacher's chair." "Anything happen?" . "The same thing that happened when you failed to . shoot Gil !3urgos and instead Iiililed his hand to the gambling table." "What was that?" . '''rhe head and Gil got away with it." "Which means?':> "'Phat the head teacher licked me." "I suppose I am to infer that Gil

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Talk about a ' legal document Your wora:s smell of "It's up to you any way," added Obie, af,ter he had musty law-books." said the foregoing words, and had, heard the outlaw;'s ' j Well, then I'll tell my plans quiqk. First-will answer . I " \ you stand for thebdbe on a half-to-half game. BeObie sat down on a lQg, hitched hi , S revolver tween. )1S we've got twelve and on.e llalf thousand dol-ward in his J'ap and lJ;ldifferently ' began ehewing n , b i t lars. Five fro'm twelve anq ' a ' half-ho, \v much ' is 1" of grass . , "(, ' . . : "Enough to give us some when ,Va get out On his side the feelings of the 'outlaw could 'very to blow in. Here if we we will get killed and easily be determined by the,manner which',h . e chew , ed wjU know that the twelve thousaJJd and one half has 'tobacco. " , been blown in by the thugs-well, I'm game. I'll stake H{! c runciled ,up such an eno:.:mous lot that. even Obie ' you for half the bribe money." stared: SllCh a general con .sumption would cause a t9-"Then w e are a t eam-' and a cross dog under the bacco famine immediately. w.a g g in . ' , A t length the outlaw spoke. ,'''Next\act1 ,'' -"'1 ' .", -"I don't know wotteranswer'ye,"he said. "Iain't "And l ast!'I'm goin' to crawl out , and go the snake a gOil},' f e r to say thet yal' offer ' means a tel' me . , act ,way to the d eah bo y , where) '11 I ain't ben do in ' well ':with Gil fer quite a spell . " _ outlaw , J osze , the Brute, and if h , e ' j "Oh, business suffering ' from financial string-t brlbeable." 1-, ", ," ency?'" 'I. ! ,_ " ' . ' 'Do y<;lu' mean 'tryst or slitting place ? " , " ; ' N aw . pelf enough goin' 'I.'ou'nd tel' them thet . "Ildon't Kno, " . If Jozse is not on the level with me Gil likes ve see I'm wot they'g calls a wheel-hoss." it; means the throatslit for mine; if he is ' on the level "A what ,'; I ' , ' it's a trysting place for gold for ' him, an4 lIfe for me." "A Vltheel-hosf;;. I'm one 0' them unfortunate 'critters "Pretty dangel'ous experiment ; isn't it1" thet alhis shqws.I'm r eady teripull the hull load. I'm \ "Oertainly. It's not so darned safe here. I'll have looked erpon as a 'steady man.' I can pull me damned mY.thr9 a t slit h e re if I stay any ' ,vay; there's a , chance head off, wliile them lead, ers ef they git kittinish, why that I may put my brib e over and save all ouf lives air!, they leaders put thaI' fer show 1 It's, expected them' if' r go . " :, I, ," , fellers will bolt, and kick en snort, ap,' they's must be ,::.r ri?,ht. When do , Y0ll; g01" " pettedra;n' ole' , ImmedIately. You d up a gratlld , hoss Jozse ef he J est tosses 'Ins h-Bad he must get' , firing ' exhirtlition as I , start,' to distrac t the 'att, ention of th' gad""':'be ain't 'nottin' but a whe ' el-boss, a ' pulljn' ',the -o e!" , , " " bo, ,mosto'the" lo a d 'rhat is We will shoot and bang away lilte mad-men Obie nodded. : " ,,' .', ' , ' , and ' nnd e r , c over of the demon s,tr1'J.tion we will sae , " I.lmoiv. There " s som e men rimst taJ.te )heir pay in" ' .' wrigg le off to mctdry' or death." " ,., c , ompIil11e ,nts while ! otb e rs get it iIllOStly ':in blows. Then' "Yep." I I", there's'tJiat's,,veet class of gold-bricks ihat don't have Arlie h eld out his ' hand. , to get' anythiiJ,g anYWay 'but who have iill ' the good " 'So lQng, olel man,' ' he said with his merry smile. things )landea tp them on gem-set pll1tters , although, cried. Obie, with a wiI?k..' c onfessedly, they are of no use except for show. See1" '),'hat was all . "l' j • " , "Thet's it. ' I ain't ther kind 0' a: man thet sells ,out One malt pdssible the otha!l' his friends-but i ain't a seein' many a comip.' behind to the same ' fate,ll ,) , " dow , n the pike in this hye Il),r ba;n,d. 'rheyJ s " inqre enemies Yet they pB:rt with'the few ,words ,of ki.ll'd rwhen ,H).an.' ' , I;', /..;. one l parts, fromI,a frlerid " iil a ' peaceful city. , ' "There doesn't seem , to be m1:1-ch , money in the g , ame , In the is q uesti ?rl often facing ' he+e for not take some.'of my 'mon'Y" one that meetmg and solvmg It gets to be only part "Dunno no}' but I might1 But the thing. wots a of the day's work. , , 'stickin' inter me hat! is how the thunderin' devils I So under the roar of riil.s Arlie and his p8;rty kin git away wit, I want th' mon,., but I ain't of b e l eaguered ones, Oble Good wrlggled through lookih', fer tel' git killed. I am ,ready tel' tak the mon' the underbrush to m eet Jozsef M artino the outlaw. 'out see-ef I do and it ain't ere giwen tel' me quick, , so I can skip outen I'll git by Gil . He ain't OHAPTER XL . goin' tel' let noth:in" stand in way wen he thinks THE 1v,[EETIN G IN THE WOODS. thet he's bein' s -plit on . " • \ . , , ,,"It's up to Talte or leave it." ,"'Thatl s wj:ly tl\ e ,dead handwas put on ' the 'pqst "Jes' me time tel' it over."\ ' , ov er. on the i 'sland ,in Obie. Obje Good and' Jozsef M artino, the Hungariad-Ital-A quiver ran oyer J07.sef Martino. , ian outlaw, silood to fac e in a bow e r like shelter e ye s ope,ned ' ,and shut violently. • . :ip. the d epths , of the forest removeJ, however, from the "Taat's it," he cried , "thet .. vas a member 0) 'plac e wh e re Arli e Thane t and his elevote d band were our , p anel. 'r-Ie . was j ei'jt of 'er. elispo-sition facing the outlaws under command of their leaner, Gil to Split on the gang-say Gll, ast hIm tel' go over tel' Burg os. ,I • , ' • the island in a canoe one day." . Y e t tb e two men , conld hear now and then the boom . ' o f the l'ifi es as e ach />ide to the deadly i duel. sent shoL "That's all thet onny 0' us k))ow except thet his scurry in g tt)ward each , other's ,hand was found next ,day or two by, some .0' the bo ' ys Obie had reached the spot wh e re Jozse hael Jagreed who 'W8iF ovei'ter the island:P " t d meet bim, wholly 1iluharme

" I gues,s ye've beenthal'," he said. ,"My Gawd, man! 'l'het meant thet onny 0' the gang that dared send any ./ i nfermation tel' any 0' the au-tho.-ri-tees et Fort Mc I:'herson, or anny one thet cums from that thar fort ter spy hereabotits would h is hand a stuck up under the dead hand 0' ' one 0 ' onr band w h o tried tel' gin up our s,ecrets. ' " '. "Highly origjnal w,ay o f enforcin g two demands, on part Qf Gil , wasn't itY" 'I dunno. I dunno e'f that tha r dead man knew onnythin' or he didn't. I only know that Gil gin him : hisse.''' "Did the manw h a t w,as his name 1-give Gil anY' information . "Wot de yer "Did the man tell Gil before he died anything as to what hl\1 had been doin gY" "Hu h 1 T.eU Gil anythin'1 Say, he didn't hav no chanst, tel' tell annythin'. Gil shot him in th' back 0' his head. " I "StOlt ]).i11O. in the back of the head 1 Just plain assassi:oatiori eh , i . , , "Yaas. Jest that. Gil told the band wot he'd done. .Sai d the feller was shy twenty-five thousan ' . dollars." '''What1'' "Yep. Seems Gil sent the chap tel' Fort Ariderson ship the bankbills out tel' a chap in Shycago, who dgne business with Gil. The ' stuff ,went outen in a ex marked " l etter-postage, man No one;, w,o'uJd 'e;<'[er think that a man'scrip written by, a feqe!/ CQlllid (r'lGlr be bank-bills. So Jio one would git wis.e tel' wot w as goin' through the mail. See?" . "Yes, I see . J'4e bank-bills were s.hipped out as manuscript; and ' no one would sUl?pect that so cash was. m the l ettel', for authors never could get J , twenty-nve thousand l!ollaJ.sahead to ship ar:; y,,:,here, in their 'Lives. 'l .' , "Yer)ou.'\Vall, et seems. thet this yar dep.d outlaw never mind his , name, we ain't got no call tel' bring thet up-didn't pro-duGe the twenty-five nor wcluld he tell a.!jl!nythin' , apo:jlt it. So, Gil, sez he, shot him cause 'he 'felt sure he'd, squealed tel" the Royal North-West M01!1l1te(1 police 0.ver ter Fort Anderson, an' also had swiped them bills. See Obie laughed to himself. After murdering his band member on suspicions only, Gil had it seemed, forethought enough to search tn& b0dy probably never thinking that there was any money :in the pockets of the dead man while asa mat of bct In the pockets was the cash the man had lost his life for; and had Gil Burgos not been mad with rage he WQul d have f0 ,und the money he ha.d cOIllll'litted murder for, r:ight in h is hand. . . , "Mysterious are the ways of Pl'ovidellce," thought Obie . i " rhe. cash was left f011 us to find . It hasn't brought us ' much so but if this lUlspeakab l e ra$cal fabls for the lure of the bright stuff, I fancy tb.a,t it will have paid us back all the trouble we took to find it." f Ob-ie then spoke , a loud. "Is that island ov:er there where Gil keeps his , " ' Shore! gang's. money and Gil's is all thar. " "Why,dpn't yoil gb oveil" and help yourselH". There wa.s scorn in.-the eyes of the out l aw . " "1 alln't plamii'n' to die yet. ' " '''rhen tJ'ie phtce is guarded7" "You bet. " ' ,'''That 'by1" "I dunno. But it's guarded fer keeps . " "Hum. " "\fot's thet yer "Nothing." . The two men mused a . few moments. Then Obie broke the silence . "Hay,!' he said, "where's the treasure of the outlaws hidden on the island ? " "I dunno." "Will you me1" "Ef 1 make a bargain wit ye, I'll tell ye all I know." "Ah." , " 'An' I'll tell ye right hyar thet I'll make er bargin' ef the-y's a ohanst tel' git outen tilis yar ahead er a bullet rum Gil Bm'gos' rifle. See ' that I give you the cash now -that is, afteJ. you have told me the secrets of the island ? " "Thet will do.": _ "But ho\v do I know whether you will keep your word to me ? How do I know whether the info r mation you have given me is correct 1" "Yer ean't.h-now. Ye have ter take a chanst thet I am telling ye the truth, just as much as I've got ter take it chanst thet I kin git off ahead of Gil's bullit." Obi e knew that the outlaw was right. Both must "take a chance." , "Any way there's asserted to be . ' honor among thiey es,' " muttered Obie . to himsEllf. "I guess I 'll have to take t he' chanst.' " "It's a noss-trade," Obie now cried. Obie rapiCUy counted out the money. which had passed over to him b y Arlie before he left the fighting legion as . he and Arlie called the little party. There was a pleased l ook on Jozse's face when he counted over the bills and found them fine, new, and aU there . . " , "Sa:v, Y011're on the square," he cried. " 'I'm a goin' pay ye back fer yer squarness." " Good! " answ ' ered Obie 'with a laugh. "This is a ease of ' on the waters' isn't it 7" . "Say, d 'ye thin!.;: I'm chump. enough ter -thr ow good brl'lad'inter wated Now not fer mme ." Obie smile'cl. _ Evidently there \,ere some th:ings i;4at the had IJ:ot read. "I suppose that outlawing interrupts your literary Pl,ll'S11its, eh 1 replied Obie. J o7.sef gave a snort but went on to unfold his tale. "Thar's a ribb e r behint youse are hemmed in, eh 1" "Yes, I t hink .there is." . "It's' e1' part 0' this here Mackenzie rib bel'. " "Yes, a sort of arm of it." "Now,. say, youse jest creeps down ter that arm of the ribber and say, thet's all thar is to it. Yez ca.n make yer sneak easy like rrom thar. See?" "Ho-w can we escape from there-you chaps stole our canoes." "Haw! Haw! Haw! So we diet Say" beau, ef ye raise s the trees thet overhangs . the l:ib.ber thar, erbout twent)T feet from a blasted oak tree, ter th' East 0' th.e ye'll find ten e:t;' fifteen can oes. Thet's whar GIL keeps his spare canoes hiddeI1 away. See?" Obie saw.


26 . THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Say, I guess I've put my cash to good use," he " . "You're on '," he cried. "Put up your cash." . "Who '11 hold the stake 1" alilked Arlie. cried. \ "I, ain't no wolf, like that thaI' Gil Burgos," cried Jdzs e f. " "Now before we shed the partin' tear, thar's C C I will;" Helen internpted. "You bold. gamblers . need a stake-holder. Here I am. one thing more tel' teli, yer." , . ' .,'. , 'Yes. How t'o get to the buried treasure of 'Gil , on lVIackenzie , island, over big one directly opposite us Y' , "Yes. Thet's the home 0' the gold 0' this hyar gang." "I know. But how do you get to iH" "All r kin 'tell ye is thet I seen Gil Burgos onst go , up to thet hand shriveled cold in death, and shake it as ef he was shakin' hands wit an old friend." , {'What?", I ' I "That's gospil truth. Then I seen a:r:te:r thet that thaI' tree jest a tUTn round as ef it was built on wheels, Gol dang Die if I din 't.", , , . ' "lVIan, you're crazy!" "Not a bit. Ef ye wants tel' git tel' the bottom 0' thet ' secret ye must go and grasp that dead hand. " Tlie rest ye :plust larn Y01ll'self. See 1" , With these .fateful wo,rds, Jozsef, the :J3r'ute, vanished in the underbrush. , I." I'll go and shake that dead hand," muttered Obie, "if it shakes me into eternity." ;rIe turned and began worming his 'ray back to his frIends. • _ CHAPTER XII. ' . "Who'll hotq Helen;" asked Obie, with a I3mlle. 'c I she'll let me," rQturned Arlie. ' "Well, she won't" dryly remarked Helen, "but she will nold the stake." , \ " Just listen to this girl. First she says she won't; then she says she will which shall we take as her an swer? " . "Being a woman snppose YO'll take both-and believe n e ither, " replied Helen as she rushed off with her stakes , which she promptly secreted . "I wonder what they were betting she cried to herself. , Before she could find out she heard Arlie and Obie stlll debating. ' , "Hush, boys, don't quarrel. . Your hanels were not . made fo scratch' each other's eyes out with. Try to be ' ci:vil to each o'tner. You remind ' me ofa church tea in which all the women of the parish fight like cats and dogs." " 'c Well, 'it's this way," put in Arlie. "-" No, it isn't,. et '13 way," cried Obie. . C C Clack! Cluck! Clack!" said Helen, C C listen to you boys. You make me smile.'" , C C Sweet smile from the girl 1--" sang ' Obie. ON THE ISLAND OF MVSTERY. "N ever mind ' that girl; spare the ears. of this girl," \'Well, what did you leartl ? " , , dryly added HelEm. what's the dispute ahout?" "A lot." "Nothing. Only dear girl," replied Arlie, "this man "Good! is a -youth from the country who takes stock in "Want to hear it all Y" green-goods stories. He is the kina of chap the confi"You bet I do." dence men in large cities sell alleged counterfeit money When this conversation came to a pause and Obie to-one hundred for twenty-five dollars! five-hunared Good had told. Arlie Thanet just what Jozse ' Martino for fifty-then ten thousand for one thousand-and, had told him, Arlie stared in amazement. 7' when you get your alleged counterfeit you find your"By thunder," A,rlie cried. "Did you give up five self holding the bag. Some one has flim-flamed ' you on that long chance 1" out of your nonest coin by selling you c'Ounterfeit "What long chanceY" nit-just selling you green 'paper cut the size of bank "You don't think that outlaw was tellhlg the bills with a good bill for two dollai's showing OJ). top truth, do you?,,' . , . of the pile." "You bet I do." '.' Don't he tell that st01'. y welH" answered Obie. "He "Your faith is child-like." ' . used to be ;in the green-goods business. , ;He was the " Can't see 'it that way. He gave up the information 'come on.' " and I think he told the truth." "What's the ' come-on'1" queried Helen. "I'm going to let you wake up. Child, you're dr. eam"Oh, he's ,'the ' member of the green-goods gang that, jng." . meets the guy who' comes-on' from the country to buy "Nary a dream. I really believe that this ]s so. the alleged counterfeit stuff." That the outlaw told me the truth." . "But 'what's', this got to do with our escape from "Come off." " here?" , . "Say, Arlie have you got any money left?" "Not a thing in the world. I'm only knocking ' your 'c Matter of a few hundred." ,friend Arlie Thanet here ! ' " "What, to make a Arlie was grinning. "If there's a chance in the world for me I'll on Then he told Helen the story of the dead hand. it. " Heien's flesh witq. dread. . "You ought to be willing to back yeur opinions : ' The subject of the dead hand was ar horrible one for with your gU, n or with your cash." her to think of. , "Child, I'm always ready to do that." To go and grasp it was something that IiIhe knew she "Good. W ell, here's yom!, chance. I've got five ' could not do for a thousand times the reward that the hundred left in bills drawn upon the Bank of Toronba.ndit gQld would give her. to. " , But Helen ' knew men. "You lucky dog." . S,he knew that most men have to grasp more than " And I'm going to gamble it right ' on the chance that dead hands to wrest gold from pirates of the mercanJ ozsef Martino told the Itruth. " I . til e world. / ' . -', Arlie pulled a wad of money in bank-billl{ 'out oE She 'lmew that the two young men 'wouldn't hel3itate his pocket . a moment in the g+asping of hands if tliey thought ,


., ;.. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . • there was a ghost of a show of winning the fortune for it was now nearIy ten 0 'clock in the hush of a that must lay behind the hiding place of the Burgos North-West night. , outlaws. ,r " Well, what do you think of it all?" asked A):lie of Eelen knew someth m g about the plan' and scope of Helen when Obie had disappeared. the Burgos gang. , , "I dc;m't know what to think. What is your opin, Sh e knew they. musth, ave sav e d a large amount of ion?" ,,' plu,nder in ,spite of the frequent v i sits they paid to "I ff)el sme that there will be no boats there. If the settlements of Fort McPherson and Fort Anderson we had just two canoes we would be , all right. I where they engaged in the pastime of could nID one. and Obie the other and we could leave ing ,their wads" in good old cow-boy s . tyle, which after \ things here, taking along prov isions to last all IS the style of "blowin.g" indulged in by barbaric, us to Fort Anderson . " natures ill all frontier towns whether on the cattle " How far is the fort?" . ' • ranges, or on the frontiers of the far North-West. "About five hundred miles-with the river current "There's danger of course in ,the dead'with us all the way-we ought to get to the fort in himd ? " she questioned. ten days steady traveling. " don't know. o.utlaw gold isn't easy to get. '''We would travel easily, pretty fast with Gil Bur Just how the devilish ingenuity of this m,an Burgos gos behind us." has managed 'to protect the gold of his band which he "He would tend to accelerate any wayfarers on this has secreted on that island I do not know--':'but I feel dear old Mackenzie river. Well, it's all up to Obie. sure that he has in way protecte d it," answered If he finds the canoes, and can thus make good on Obie. that part of Jozse's story, why--" , "Oh, n& has it all cut and dried. The gold is ,t,Q.ere. "He' can make good , " came the quiet voice of Obie The dead hand will it up as soon as he grasps it, at the elbow of Arlie and Helen" . and he will get my five hundred and his share of the 'It was Obie Good speaking. bullets oT Gil Burgos at the same time." , , You , can, " cried Arlie and Helen together. "Don't laugh! But that is what I ' m going to do," "Sure. Watch me cop Arlie's five hundred. He chimed in Obie, "except the bullets are of gold not will never buy wedding furniture of an installment ' lead, and I 'm to. take 'em away . from Gil , instead house, on my hundred," went on Obie. of him putting them into me . " In spite of her self-control, Helen could not help " Well?" asked Helen in an interrogative tone. the wave of color that swept over her face . "The proof ofthe pudding is the eating there of ,'" "I've got five hundred more, Helen," cried Arlie put in Arlie. "If we don't trywily there you are." with infinite m e aning in his eyes. "Right. Shall we all go togethed" "Wait," replied Helen softly. "Better s;neak down and s ee if the boats, those c anoes The r e was a happy light in Arlie's e y es as he turned that the outlaw friend of Obi e talked about. are there again toward Obie. • in the river," cried Arlie with a suggestion of a sneer. Now wasn't so . obtuse as he seemed. "If they are there we might begin to take some He winked at Arlie. ,in/the dead hand matter." Then he whistled "The Girl I left behind Me , " drew "PH soon see if the canoes are there,'' replied Obie, a long breath and said as he struck an' heroic attitude: nothing daunted by Arlie's tone. "If they are it's "The canoes are. quite there. Quite where Jozsef one step toward the dead hand; it proves that in' one said they were. I am quite sure of winning my five thing at least this fellow ' Jozsef told the truth." h,undred ont bf you , you love-sick chump." "That is true," replied Helen. "But ' be careful. I Arlie laughed. am afraid the outlaws are hatching up some new "Boy, you haven't won yet. I eel like the Irishscheme . They have not fired a shot in a,n hour." man who was taken up on a wager that he' could "They don't have . to. They seem to think that we carry a companion up a ladder on the of a tall have no hope of escape. From their standpoint that sky-scraper being built in a large city." looks pretty sure, at that." , , Well?" "I guess it does," answered Helen. "The outlaws Helen had me ' anwhile hurried away to prepare for have stolen our horses." , the r,iver journey she now was sure was inevitable. "They have stolen our canoes , " said Arlie. "So his friend, Pat began cUmbing up the. "We can't swiin to either Fort McPherson or Fort ladders, " : went on Arlie. "At the eighth story Pat , Anderson the nearest places to us." nearly lost the and the life of himself and friend "We can't ride," ' replied Helen. . by a fall down to the ground hunqreds of feet below . "So if I ' was a real bandit I wouldn't be surprised by I)n nnfortunate stumble. The bet being five cents but that instead of sending good shot over our way, 'pat did not want to lose. So he hung on. Finally the and 'burning up unnecessary power , I'd do as the ",tory was reached and Pat claimed five bandits have done . " . cents. " 'I'll pay' said his friend 'but when yer' foot "You'd sit still and starve us into submission . " slipped I had me ho.pes'!"_ ' . Helen 'said these words with a sigh. \ "That is you still 'haye hopes?" merrily cried Obie. Arlie shrugged his shoulders . "I have." "You can sit and starve if you want to '!" cried Obi 'e. "What oH" . "I'm going down to the boats on ,the strand there, beo "Winning. " hind that . leafy. bower that J ozse told me . about. Bet your life lain 't going to sit here until a lot of thugs "Winning what 1 Gjrl or casll?" are ready to come here and shoot me up. " 1\1.'lie threw a. stump at' Obie's head. , With thes e words , Obie disappeared in, the da.rkness "Hun, " he c ried. "I mean cash, of , course!"


I . THE AMERICAN , IND.IAN WEEKLY. ' '" Well your" fut' won't 'shlip' this trip. You may' have lost the cash-but--" , "But what1" "Seems to me y'ou've wo:n the gl.rl." ( , Arlie moved away still whistling "The I Left .Behind Me." , "Have you won her "Won what?" "The girl you Ire whistling about?" "You bet. Had her won in' a walk befol; e I signed up with a chum .like y ' ou. See 1" Arlie grinned as Obie walked away. In minutes Professor Vernon, Pompey Duck legs, and Obie were seat,ed in one canoe, with provi sions, powder, shot, carti:idges, and enough blankets to make them comfortable in the canoe . ' " Tp.ere were eqnal provisions in the in ,,"hich were ,Helen and Arlie. the canoes .are.-separated,:" quoth Arlie, "there will be provisions aboard each. If they are' all in one canoe the loss of the one craft would ehd all ,hope fQr every o11,e." The, preparations having been made, tne two canoes quietly and noiselessly hurried to the isle of mystery, under the strong strokes of thc:i' two qlever yo:ung men. , . Soon the leading canoe , in (which " vere ,Arlie and HeleIJ., touche d the' sandy' shore, 'of the. island' where the dead' hand. still pointed' to ' lights and laughter in the"far away settlem.ent ,of ,Fort McPhel'son.,; ", , PCi>Inpey, Professor 'Verno.ti aI).<:i Helen left I in" , the \ canoes, but these were undei' the vere .4ure which'gr,l)w down and made. a of , along the river bank. ',I ,. I, "'Now for the, d(lad hand ! , " criedArlie.' "'1 suppose you will insist on my giving the dead hand; my glad hand Y" Obie asked. , , You l;>et. This } s b , et, not mine. Y op. dealt the cards. You turn over each card." "It's a whirl " dried Obie. " , . , ' , . r", The two men in the pitchy darkness stumbled with fleet yet cmitio s steps,,t 'oward the dead hamd. , I It was no easy matter 'finding in me impalpable darkness, the tree upon which the hand was nailed. At length 'they stood' beneath it. ' ' 'Fhey could just see ,the dread whiteness, the pale luminous light that s , eemed to dance over it. It was like the' ghost-like lights that some times' appears above the graves of the newly dead. . In spite of himself Arlie's legs trembled. • Ooie was q.uaking equally with his companion, but each' managed to conceal their fear. I , ,At .,length, as if wlshibg to have the, matter over qui1lkly, Obie caught the dead hand in his.' He gave it a mjghty wrencn. Then the s1't;rprising thing happened. , The tree shook. , • I It slowly gave way to concealed force. I 'l.'he apP3:rently 'mighty tree was sliding backwards. It. stopped. There before the feet of the two shuddering men, appeared a wide, dark hole. A ladder ran from the surface of the .. ground down into a seemingly bottom less pit. I • • , Dark as it was, was enough' starlight to show the two men' tIl at t'1.e 'grasping of the dead hand had moved a tree, which ha(i been made' to appear 'to be the companion of the other trees in the fore 'st about ;'I , it, but which was really' a cleverly devised secret hid-ing pla(}e of the outlaw's gold. . . ' . 'i Get your guns ready. Come on, Arlie'," .cried Obie. '.'I'm goirJg down into that Dbwij there is , the gold . " • I ' CHAPTER XUr. THE DEMON PIRATl::S AT woE-Ie Click! Click! .' , r Whack! These VlTere the sounds the two intrepid men heard a moment later when they had reached the bottom of. the ladder. . . The two young men, Arlie Thanet and Obie Good, grasped eac,h , other by the arm as they spoke words of encouragem,ent >to each other as the strange sounds SIll(!)te their ears. . "What's that?" said Obie. • . "Dnnno,: ' replied' Arlie. , "Tt sounds like a . pibk-ue." ". They bstened ,again. " Click! Click! Whack! '1'he sounds ;were repeated. "Thunder," said Arlie, ' "it's pick-aXtll1, .'all right." " .W11O, do , you suppose is down here.?" questioned Obie. . iI' I • ' , th, e(.mtl::lrws are tlwre at ' You kn9f we wei'en't sl;J.l'e that they were still in .the woods over by'our imp'rovised,fort. 'l'hey may also :have split up their band. Balf may be watching us, ' the ,other half mav : be here." ' I I' , ' , "Ti's all ,PIlre ' 'speculation any way., Let"s rush forward and see what we can see, eh I " Good idea. lJead on." . . The two men tip-toed forward. ' One of the strangest' sights that ever met, the eye of was, sh?wn to their wondering eyes in a fe,v. ,steps , , , , , J'here was C:}. great light frop.1 many t,orches held by rough, fierce, villainons looking men. " .. '1'he ' 'showed a pig excavation, which ha, d without doubt been dug out by the outlaws. "But these men are not outlaws," Obie in the ear of Arlie. . . _ "'What are returned Arlie. ' "I don't know." '1'he men were dressed in fantastic 'garb. One man right before them was a tall, broad shouldered feNow. " He wore a strange foreign' cosfnme. . His trousers were VlTjde, and, something like those a r , egiment of French zouaves. .. , His green jacket, ,yag ,laced ancl r-e-laced with gold , " J His fierce brown hair and eyes seemed to smack of a foreign race. He ,wore a great ring in each ear, the rirl g ' ,,-(as of solid gold. \ ' His feet wore boots tanned yellowish leather that reach eel just to his knees , and which there made it great flange, as they turned over al'wide. dip to show that they were lined with red Cordova leather: A swoTd with 'the blade shining in' the maO:'s hand a ' s he poir:tted with it hither anc'h thither, maq,e quivering shafts"o light about the place.


THE AMERIC1-N INDIAN WEEKLY. 29 I Arlie and Obie saw the hilt of the sword was a mass of gems. Aroun, d ' the wil' d head of this figure was a red I handkerchief which gave his face a terrible glow of satml ic fierceness, , I ' \ , Good Lordy," whispered Arlie to Obie. "This is,n 'tl any of Gil :Burgos' band, This . is a pirate, That ':t1Jan there is one of the Eastern world sea-rovers, He comes from another hemisphere-why is he here 1" The I,>irate commander in a breath answered Arlie's question with a remark he made, " At las , t we have our hands on the treasures of Mackenzie Isles!" roared the deJllon-pirate. The flashing host about him, clad more soberly but much in .the same way a& their leader, were bllSY as bees, . Some were digging about a hole in the center ' of the excavation. Others were massed about a huge chest rippling' over , with gold coins. . I , 'T,.he ot M ac7cenzie Isles," mourned Ar lie. j'We can neve,r get them for ourselves. That band of pirates is worse than Gil Burgos' and hi , S band of outlaws. " The two men withdrew then further into ' the shadow. ' , 'Very well," cried Arlie. ' 'If we can't get the treasures of Mackenzie island it isn'1;' our fault." .' "It isn replied Obie. . "Any way we made a bold shot for the But did you ever see so much gold 'in your life ' ? There's bQxes, bales, and , chests of it. There must be many millions of gold here . " , ' "I'don't kno}'\'". do you. 1 d01;l.'t know how big the cdins are. Oh, I say" . I don't know where the coins were coined . For instance you can get a lot . of money in China for an American dollar.''' "How much?" asked Obie. .. "In the coi:o called 'cash' 1 o,nce got a pint of ' copper coins for a dollar r it seemed to me . " I ' , Obie smothered a laugh. ... Let's go and live there," he cried. " . China is the , place I've' been looking in which to ' buy me a house for quite a spell back." . The two men speculated for some time but no an s\ver ,that seemed plausible to them accounted for presence of the pirates in the den in which secreted in the darkness at one side. "Did you see anywhere as , we sailed here in our canoes anything that looked like a boat?", • "No," replied Obie. , 'Did you . see anything that looked like a guard set by these fierce fellowl> at the entrance to , the ladder tIle dead hand seems to be protecting and pro,'testing against, this loot of the outlaw's, gold?" "No: , I saw nothing." " , "Crouch dQwn. Here comes the band. " The two men tried to dig into the earth in their ef forts to escape the eyes of the pirates. They need not have taken so much pains . '. The pirates were so sure that they would be left undisturbed, and in their ' fierce glee at finding the outlaw's gold would have been ready to not care, anyway, who saw them. I "There's at least fifty or sixty men in that gang," whispered Arlie as the outlaws staggered by them, parties of two or three carrying between them great boxes , of go l d, silver, merchandise, silks, satins, loot gather in the outlaw's elli ag-net oh, for so many of blood and danger." . I "rrhat's a Chinese pirate' sure, " said Obie as he saw a man W ' hose Mongolian ' origin was plainly marked on his ' face. "That chap next to -him looks to be from Africa," pointed out Arlie. . "There's a man from the Philippines. " "He's a Yankee, that next chap." , , 'Look at the little Dutchman from Holland." "There'8 an old time ' English jack tar. " ' "Those two chaps with those bales ' of silk are Spaniards." , "rhere 's an Italian." '. / "Was there ever such typical pirate crew Y It's from all countries." , 'But how in thunder did they get here?" "If I was betting I'd say that this gang is a pirati, cal crew who came here via the Arctic Ocean around from the Pacific Ocean, through the Bering Strait, by Alaska, around by Herschel Island, thence into Mack enzie Bay, and then up the River to here where we are now." . "Yes. : That might' be. But where ' do they hail f-rom7" J I , 'The good Lord only knows. If I was guessing at all I should say they came from some where in the Caribbean Sea : 'There's still real pirates down that way, you know. The kind like these that would make an outlaw look like a counterfeit five cent in a box of twenty-1:lo11ar gold pieces." ' , 'How do you suppose they knew of this treasure Y" ,"If I was betting I ' would say that Jozsef Mar-tin o ' sold out to this gang, and ' also to us." "Ho'" "He'd get probably some of the gold from this pirate crowd. " "No t so he would notiee it. This gang of pitates may have been willing to treat with Jozse, but as for a division-the only division will get Will come from a knife in the hands of ' one of that wide-trousered gang.'" , "Did y o u notice what excellent English that chief pirate who was doing a:ll the ordering gave his men when he was howling to them 1" . "1 did, ' and I wondered at it. But while 1 thought this might be a disguised gang of men, who were really part of the BUrgos gang, and were putting up this pirate idea. a la masquerade, I had to give up that theory when I saw how the races were mingled _ in the pir,ate band. They're' the real thing, you bet. No one could imitate the race question and tlie gang that Burgos has about him is the usual half Indian, half white, and wholly white rough gun-men, and general thieves in the North-West . " ' "This pirate crowd is made of sterner stuff?" "I should say they were . T,hat gang is the tougHest lot of I ever laid eyes on. They are the type that 'have sailed the Spanish main' in the days gone by, lived the life of the pirate in the Dry Tortugas, in fested old Panama-the real pirate of the days when piracy was a profession." "You're right. " . "But II!Y, how I hated to see that gold go to this gang. " "We1)., ' we don't know really how , they came here, where they will go, who they are or anything about them. But we do know , that we have lost a great for tune-well it's ever my fate to see the other chap walk a" v ay with the loot."


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . The two men turned to leave the place. They were bitterly disappointed. • They had braved danger and paid out their money for information so that they would be rewarded for their pains; but it was not to be. The pirates gotten to the place' of hiding the outlaws' loot in advance; ' " Well, never mind." ,_ .. Arlie thus spoke. , , Aren't you afraid they will find OJll' canoes?" "Not a bit of it. The canoes are too securely hidden in the first place, and the pirates 'are too overjoyed at their success in securing this wonderful loot of the out laws to pay much attention to outside matters. " _ "Well 'I hQpe 80--" . / .. 'Befere he could possibly add another word,. the sound of a shot ra1'J:g 'overhead. ' There was a wild scream. Bang! Bang! Bang! Shot after shot followed each other in a wild sound of strife and deadly ,turmoil. . Screams of rag,e followe , d. More shots rang out on the air. there came a regular fusillade of shots. Men's voices crying orders could be heard. There was tramping of feet. . l ' , ' It was without doubt the noise of a terrible' conflict. ., The pirates and Gil Burgo' s have met," Ar.lie. " j "'They ' are fight-ing , it out the replied Obie. " .. 'There was now the stead)T roar of a great battle that drifted down. the shaft-like entrance to the pI/we wnere the treasure had been buried. Then there came, as if a hand had stopped it all with one single pressure upon a man's throat, a sudden, . . Arlie and Obie strained their ears to find what it meant; this sudden cessation from the din 'of battle; this absolute silence , was appalling, They couIa not hear a sound. ,1 ' , , For five ; ten, fifteen minutes they waite ,d,' e'Xpect' ing every moment to see a pirate thrust his body down the ladder. • I' A smoking torch that lay before them showed what their wondering senses were almost ready to doubt, that the re had been the scen e they had witnessed in this treasure-house of Gil Burg9s : gang. After waiting in awed as tense as the silence I above them on the surface of the eai'th, ' Arlie spoke. ' " Gosh! W asn 't that fierce?" he said. "WasH't it?" replied Obie. "It must have been a fearful combat . " "Gee! I ):late to go up there. I'll bet the dead are kn e deep." "Say did you hear that scream when the first shot was fired 1'" ' , "You bet I did. It was some one's death screech." The two men were sweating like butcher, 'l'hey could not see each other in the cil.arkness . "Are you game to run up the ladder? " whisJilered Arlie. "You bet I am. Anything is ' better up there than this suspense down here . Lead the way. " ' . With furtive steps the two men ran up the ladder. They . out of the inferilal hole like rats scuttering and s<1ueaking from a ship, They looked fearfully ab0ut 't hem. There was no sign 0 [ any carnage. The dead were not piled knee deep . 'l'her e was no dead to be at all, as a matter of fact. " ,Vlu'tt"s that?" cried Arlie as he , saw somethi!lg shining l ying on the ground. " A snake," cried Obie. Both men jumped backward. As the shining thing did not, move they at length decided to approach nearer to it. ''-Hah !" cried , Arlie as he dashed ,forward and picked up th(3 shining thing: It was the 'hilt and ona-half the blade of the gemset sword that the pirate chief had carried. The sword blade had beeD, shivered at point. about fifteen inches from the hilt. Arlie examined the hilt of the sword in the dim light: ' '. Even his unpl'acticed eyes, saw was literally encrusted with diamonds, rubies , pearls ahd emeralds. Other precious stones of which he had no knowledge were thickly set in the bauble . , , Say, what do yo u think this is worth? " v"hispered Arlie , "I don't know-say there's fifty thousand dollars' of gems right here,)1 replied Obie. "This any way is somethingof a reward for all our labors." : , ' : l3ut do you suppose that the pirates overlooked anyth,ing down in that underground piace?" put in \ 1 " , .>,-AI' Ie. . ' . . "I don 'p know. Say ,there was a torch, ,there. I'll , stump you to go "back and see." " "Come oil." I i 'l'he two young men again braved the dangers of tlie unde' r-world. ' , OHAPTER XIV. ' . A WONDERFUL BIT OF LUCK . As they climbed down the ladder the two men talked freely, for they felt now that whatever had happened that neither the pirates or the band or Gil B,urgos would ever be heard of again. ' 'I . ",V'hat is sour solution of this matted" asked Obie of Arlie. "By George, it's got. me puzzled. : I can ' , t get it through my hair. ' l "There's o ne sure thing no pirate gang like the one we have seen here ever , was known in the North-West before!" "Not in my time. In early days this bleak. spot was often visltell by pirates from the sea, for about Herschel Island are found old ' camps of the old pirates of a hundred years ago, but the march of civ ilization has pretty 'well put away the pirate. He isn't much in evidence a n y '-more except in the Far East!" "Then how did those come here, way up Mac kenzie River as we are 1" , "Dunno ! But if J ozsef Martino, hasn't had some' thing to do with getting those chaps here, as we said before, I am mistaken." "He soId 011t to the pirates and to 11S?" , 'Yes . Any man who will sell you out Ollce, will sell some one the same secret ' you llave, for a little more cash." . "W-e-l-l! I'd rathe r buy a secret than sell one." "So say we all of ns . " "Well, we ne e d not fear the Burgos band of outlaws further 1 " . ' "I think not."


'rHE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKL 'i. \ "What do you suppose became of them?'1 the place dewn below where the pirates were lugging "I'd bet anyone a good round sum that they were off the outlaws' loot." ' all captured by the pirates and were taken away either "Ail right. Where's that stllplP of a torch 1" to be murdered' by the later, or to be sold as Soon Arlie had lighted the torch. sla ves in some distant part of the world." Its -sickiy rays showed the same interior as when the "Sure. " two men had peeped fro.m shadow at the pirates. "Yes r. think it's pretty sure. \ The ' outlaw band of "Nothing doin'," cried Obie in disgust. "They have Gil Burgos is certainly wiped out." cleaned this place slicker than a hound's tooth." "'rhen there's no one to pursue if ozsef Martino "Oh, Rot so fast," rejoined Arlie. "Wait until we "No one-nothing will pursue him buthis own fears. e xamine everything." , Sometimes these fears are the worse thing we can The two men turned over every inch of space in the suffer. " _ den without being rewarded in the slightest degree. " Well, then, we may as well feel that the sellin ' g of "They got it all," cried Arlie at length. the information as he d,id to us, on the part l of J ozsef He sat down in the earth' of. the excavation he had was a mighty good 'thing for us." been laboriously making. _ ' : ' I can't see it that way." . Obie started over to speak to ' him, when his foot "Why not 1" • caught and he measured his length in the earth. "Don't you see, that if wehad not had all ' kinds of "Look out, stupid, you'11 kill yourself." good luck what would have happened -to us 1" Obie jumped up. "N 0 I don't see." "What did I catch my foot in-say," he cried, "by " \7V ell, man, it looks easy to me." thunder, Arlie, look there. See 1 There's an iron ring "\Vha t looks easy sticking out of the ground. I stepped in that." "For you to see what I mean." With a howl of joy Arlie grasped the ring. "But 1 don't see. Please explain." "Gosh!" he cried. "I can't lift it." Arlie leaned over toward Obie. Obie rushed to his aid. "Suppose we had bumped into that gang of pIrates "It's a thunderin' big chest," he cried. "Now all 'just as they reached'this tree Where would you and together." , I be • 'rhe two men pulled upward lith all the force of . "+ don't know, we would be-seeing as I ain't th eir two muscular bodies. , . no fnture reader, but there's Ol;le place our dead bodies The earth cracked about the iron ring. would be-and that,is right here." t gave way. Arlie nodded. Slowly . but surely there appeared above the place , "Gosh! Then that infernal ouilaw just sold us a where it was buried a great chest . . secret which he \ hoped would bump us up against the Soon the chest lay on the sllrface of the pit. pirates to whom he had also sold the eptire secret." , Arlie cut into it with' an axe left by the pirates. "That's my idea of it." "It's gold, ObiEi," he whispered. "It's gold." "Oh, Jozsef, dear the Brute, if I only haCt you He spoke truly. ' here for two minutes." One chest was overlooked by the pirates. '1But why did he sell us the secret of the boats, the When it was equally divided between Arlie, Obie, canoes that Gil Burgos had secreted." Helen, Pompey, Ducklegs, and Professor Vernon sonie "He knew our boats were stolen." , months later, when the entire party had regained civI suspect that he stole them himself , I fancy that ilization, it was found that each of the sharers in the he did with a vengeance." outlaws' loot, was the possessor of fifty-two thousand "We could not get here without canoes , dollars. "Certainly not." "By gosh!" howled Obie as he grasped a handful of "So he could not work but his plan for reveng e on the gold , "the pirates didn't get it all-but, my, what us by any other method than' to tell ul; how we could if we had what they did get 1" I get to the island.'" "Human nature again," replied Arlie, "IJever satis"All." fied." "If on ' our ,way to the island we got it in the neck "" • • '" * . "" ' '" from Gil Burgos well and good; if we got it in the neck The next day when the party were floating down from the. pirates, well and good. If we made a stand stream with all their luggage packed away, happy alld ,and the pirates got it in the neck from us, or Gil got it content, with the great chest of gold that had given , from ns, or th.epirates and Gil got it together-any them fortune packed neatly away, Obie Good had a way you view the problem Jozsef stood to wip,'" thought. . "That is every way but one." " Say Helen, " he said, "we are all agreed that YOll're "What was that going to be given diamonds to. make you a w.on-"By a vi ctory of the ' pirates. " derful from the hilt of the pirate's llword. " , " Well he couldn't lose then. All he had to do was to "Thank you, Obie," said Helen. "And thank all you worm back into the gan' g, kaep his teeth shut and no good peopl e here who are so gellerous to me." • ," It 's a weddino-present!" he cried a second later. ' one wOllllc1 know that he was a secret seller; a glVe r-up Arlie when is the wedding to be Y" of his employer to other men for money . . " "Just as soon as we get tb Fort Anderson , " "By GeorgI'), I guess you're, right. " Arlie ; "Well that's as far as 'we ever ' will ,get into thi!' mys"'tery. Anyway, . we ' have a gem-set sword handle 'Yorth mooy, many dollars." " J \Ia)' be there I S more c oming to ' us, whIm we search " .. THE END. Th e next issue will . be "American Indian Weekly'" NG, 16 , e ntitled , HELD UP AT SNAKE BASIN, \ or The Renegades' Death Vote.


Thes e stories, issued Friday; are the greatest detective stories ever written. has ever' in country or any other \vhose tales are so thrilling, so ' entrancing, which so teem with excitement and desperate sltua. tions as thos e of "OLD' SLEUTH." The stories are twice as Icing as those in any .other library, each story having the enormous 'total of 50,000 words. Nothing like it ever c'efore attempted. THE FOLLOWING NUMBERS ARE NOW OUT: The Return of Old $Ieuth, the Detective; or The Great 'Philadelphia Mystery. iI. Tbe Mystery Detective. 3 . The of Find. of t!]e Missing Millions; or Tracked by a Great ,I the H aunted House; or The Great D etective's Tragic 4. , The King o r a ll Detectives; or Young Jack Sleuth on the . Trail. 5. The Giant D etective's Last Shadow; A Tale of 'Herculean Detective A d vl:l1tUi'C!. \ 6. 'The Silent Tehor; A Narrative of Genuine Detective Strategy. i . The V e iled ,lJeauty; or The Mystery of the California Heiress. ' 8. (rhe Mystery of the Spaniard: s Vendetta;' or A Great Detective's I , 1\1arvc1ous ! St1 ;ategy. l' > ) • • • f ' D. The Great Bond, ''Robbeny;' 01' Tracked by a Female Detectiv e ,' , lll. (lId Sleuth's Greates t Case; or Caught b y the King of all Detectives. .11. The Bay Ridge Mystery; or Old Sleuth's Winning Hand. " • ' 1 2 . Shaelowed t o 'his Doom; or Foiled bL the Yankee D e t ective . . IX. Trap-p in g the or The ightning Dete.ctive on the Trail. H. TraIled by th e Wall Street Detective; or Badger's Midnignt Quest. 15. Iris h Detective's Greatest Case; .or The Strategy of O'Neil McDarragh.'. ,,' lit The Greatest Mystery of the Age' ; or ,Saved by the Gipsy Detective. I i . Trapping the .MoQnshiners; or Strange Adventures of.' a G.overnment Detective in the Tennessee 1\1ountains. Ill. The Giant Detective Among the Cowboys; or The 'Vei,d Narrative of' a Lo A t 1\fan. t , 10. The Myster,y of the ,Black Trunk; or Manfred's 'Strange Quest. The Chief ' o f the , C ounterfeiters ; or 'L'he Boy Detective's' Greatest Haul. . 21. The of the Floating Head; or Caught by the t Kin!\, of the D ett'ct ive s. ' , . ." The Beautiful Criminal; or The New Y.ork Detective' s Strapgest Case. ., The G"eat Train Robbery; or Saved by a Woman Detective.' ,h The Ital ian Adventuress; 'Tale of . Marvelous Plots. . 25. RedLight Will, The River Detective; or The RoundUp of Wharf Rat's Gang. . 21).' The Twii, or A Suprising Case of Mistaken Identity. 21. The Smugglers of New York Bay; or The River Pirates' Greatest Crilllt'. 2R. Black Raven the Terror of the GJlyard >i\4'ur.(;1er. I 110. The Tw,isted Trail; bein!f the se

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Standing Alone at the Head of Its Class The ADlerican Indian Weekly / PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY This great w ee kly is a radical departure from all other five-cent weeklies that are now bein ' g publ ished . . . . . I t has the gre ate s t s torie s of frontier I i fe , of .Ind i ans and of the far West that have ever been Issued. The s tori es are l o nger than those publi s hed in any other five-cent library, except the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They are all edited by Colone l Spencer Dair, the most celebrated Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and G u n Fighter of m ode n v fiction. "A new number is i ss ued Thursday. L IST O F TITLES No.1. THE OUTLA W ' S PLEDGE . . . . ....................... . ....... or The Ra i d on the Old Stockade No.2. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR ........ .... .............. ..... or The Purs uit o f the Midnight Raider 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 . .... ............... ............ ... o r Tricked by a R enegade Scout No.6. BETRAYED BY A MOCCASIN ..... ................ or The Round-Up of the Indian Smuggle r s No.7. FLYING CLOUD'S LAST STA.ND ...... ................. 01' The Battl e qf Dead Man's Cany o n No.8. A DASH FOR LIFE ........... ................................... o r Tricked b y Timbe r Wolves No.9. THE DECOY MESSAGE ... ......... ........................ or The Ru se of the Border Jumpers No. 10 THE MID! IGHT ALARM . ...... . . ... ............. ....... o r The Raid o n the Paymaster's Camp No. 11'. THE MASKED RIDERS . ....... .... ...... ............. : ...... or The Mystery of Grizzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ................................ o r The Mounted Range r 's Desperate Rid e TO BE PUBLISHED U N T HURSDAY F ebruary 23No. 13. STAGE COACH BILL' S L AST RIDE ....... . . . or The B a ndits of Great Bear Lake , March 2-No. 14. THE TRAGEDY OF HANGMAN'S GULCH ..... 01' The G ho s t of Horn Mountai ns March 9-No. 15. THE TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES . ........... or The Outlaw's Drag-Net March 16-No. 16. HELD UP AT SNAKE BASIN .............. . ....... o r The Ren egade's D ea th -Vote March 23-No. 17. THE MAIL RIDER' S DASH ' NITH DEATH ...... o r The Desperado of Poker Fla t March 3 0-No. 18. THE RED MASSACRE ............ .......... o r The Hold-Up Men of Barren Lands A pril 6-No. 19. THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE .......... or The Robbers' Round-Up April 13-No. 2 0 . HOUNDED BY RED MEN ................ o r The Road Agents of Porcu pine Riv e r April 20-No. 21. THE FUR TRADER'S DISCOVERy ........... .... o r The Brotherhood of Thieves A pril 27-No. 22. THE SlVIUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ..... or The Trappe r's Vengean ce May 4-No. 23. NIGHT RIDERS OF THE NORTHWEST ... .... ...... or The Vigil a n t es ' Revenge May ll-No. 24. THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT C AVERN . . or Tricke d by Midnight Assassins The AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY i s for sa le by all new s dealers and booksellers, or it will be sent to any address postpaid by the publishers upon receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copies for 50c. All back numbers always in stock. THE ARTHUR . WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S . A.


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