Smugglers of Little Slave Lake, or, The trapper's vengeance

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Smugglers of Little Slave Lake, or, The trapper's vengeance
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American Indian weekly.
Dair, Spencer
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ay COLONEL J'.PENCER VOL: I . THE ARTHUR Y/ESTBRilOK CLEVELAND, QHIO, U. S. A. Published Weekly. By Subscnpt10n, $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. j_ -NO. 22 Copyright. l911, by The Artfiur Westbrook Company. The Sniugglers o'f Little Slave Lake OR . . . ' ') The Vengeance By Co_!. . Spencer Dair SAUGEEN SAM ']ASMIN-The man who b . ore thi s name was a note d outlaw, who led his band .it gang in Alberta terri-. tory, British North America, in the :vicinity of Fort Assinniboin<:!, an out-po s t of the Hudson's Bay Company. Sauge en Sam located his gang on Rat IsliUld ; where in Little Slave Lake he could escape scrutiny. There he fou g ht, robbed, and smuggled his ill gotten gains into the United States, where his plunder was sent to a "fence" in Chicago. All went w ell until Saugeen Sam burned the home of Dave Irving, the celebrated fur-trapper. Dave's aged wife was shot from ambush by Alsek, a Chipewyan Indian, and Dave then sta-rted out to glut his vengeance . The fight was a bitter one, in which Sam ' playeo a brave, although fruitless part. It ended . in the Battle of Little Slave Lake, in which while only a few men were engaged, the list of dead and wounded put many historic skirmishe s to the blush. PoNCE PLASSEY-There always is the rn_an who might have been a man of parts had he l e t a career of crime alone. To this class belonged Ponce Plass e y an outlaw member of' Saugeen Sam's band. Ignorant, yet brave, he fought. and " died with his boots on " in true gun-man style, and points the usual moral of the frontier of the world now rapidly sinking away beyond the Arctic Circle. ALsEK-:A Chipewyan member of Saugeen Sam's bandit gang. Assassination was as natural to him as his red skin, and he followed the line that leads the crooked red-mal) down to )1is grave without one effort to restrain the tide! He thought he had "got. hunk" when he shot the wife of Trapper' Dave Irving, but really only let loose a terrible of revenge. }ELLACHICH-A Kogmollack Indian, who was the associate of Alsek, in his bloody attack upon white men of tried worth and who assistep. in the burning of Dave Irving's home and the shopting , of his wife. J ellachich met a merited CHAPTER I. \• OUTLAW INCENDIARIES. " the old woman set fire to thet thar house she has lived in fer twenty years,'' snarled the outlaw chief, Saugeen Sam J '1 doom, and lay unbuded while buzzards pecked the flesh from'iiis bones. JrMMY THE DIP-A lawle s s young member of Saugeen Sam's thug band. He fought his way to fame's camp ing ground in one wild moment of danger and then passed ' to his unmarked grave, unmourned and hitherto unsung of those who write of the deeds of the. quick-shot bandits of British North America. DAVE InvlNG-fc trapper who s e type is well known in the furcountries away up in limitless forest and snow-capped mountains. Dave is a brave, simple old chap , who built a home in the vast wilderness only to have it burned by Saugeen Sam's band. How, . aided by ghostly hands, apparently, he took his vengeance for the burning of his home and the shooting of his aged wife, is a "!tudy in scarlet." , NATE SHELBY-Constable in the semi-military body, the Royal North-West Mounted Police; he was sent from Fort Assinni b oine to Dave Irving's home to smoke out Sau geen Sam's bandit gang. How he went to the scene, and alone save for Dave's aid, played a hazardous game which skirted along Death's shore, ai'Jd how he finally exterminated the band with ilie help of The Black Rider, is a story of hard fighting. l\11Rs. DAVE IRVENG-Wife of the famous fur-trapper, and who knew how to use a gun and did, in spite of ilie fact iliat her shot started the flame of a bitter series of fighting events tllat only ended in her husband's vengeance in which she aided by what may be termed "ghostly assistance." . THE BLACK man of mystery, but who, while he seemed once to be a trusted member of Saugeen Sam's gang, finally throws off the mask, and becomes a surprising entity in the ending of the outlaws and the breaking up of the gang of Smugglers of Little Slave Lake. "That great plan," howled back Ponce Plassey, " shows yar a born leader! 1 ' . Plassey, who was as brave a man as his chief, and who had the record of never "backing water" no,matter how desperate the deed of blood set for him by his


THE MifEitiCAN INI?IAN WEEKLY. bl oodthirsty l e ad e r ; ran over to a half dozen men whose by P l ass e y a s to the noble Red .Man of the Forest and. dark f orms c o uld b e seen piling straw and hay along the P l a in, as they are called in story-books,. appeared not s ide of a r ough, plain board and log house in the dusk to have heard the remark: Indians know when the of early night. . . _ time comes not to hear certain remarks; and also know " Tw? o' ye f eller's get ' r ound ter the back! " Plassey ' when they Ot.1ght to hear, . quite. as well as their white sho u te d. " D o n ' t let the old woman in thar git away brothers. an' be k ee rful an' don ' t kill ):ler. I've got a job fer her "Now ye go ter the Ree-ver," add;d Plassey. '1 ' Ye to d o the t '11 hurt her mpren killin ' ." . git in o ne o ' . them canoes an' lay down. Thar's a hole Led b y ] ellachich, a Indian from Macsome size iH yar red-skin, but tain't a killin' matter kenzie Rive r way , the men working amid the inflam. an ye' ll be all right in a while." ' m a bie straw a nd hay rushe d around to the rear of the Alsek, ilnpassive as ever, disappeared in the forest, jus t as a gra y-ha,ired woman, gaunt, tall, , and still and Plassey walkec! leisurely back to where he saw handsome, stepped into the dearing in the rear of the Saugeen Sam questioning th' e aged wornan. house that just bit out a .slight space from the forest. " L oo k ,hyar," Plassey heard Sam yell as he neared The woman's hand went up as she stepped from the th1= c o nference, "we ain't er gain'' ter take no truck ' door. , ' ' . from ye-an' the ye lart;J. thet th' better! " The outla w s made a r us h for her, but the revolver T h e woman l o o k e d S am, the outlaw, in the eyes with. she held gav e forth a ringing report, and the leading a sneer. outlaw, an India n named Alsek, from Peel Riv\ er, " You don ' t think that Lam afmid of Saugeen Sam clapped his hand t o his side , spun around on his heels ] a smin, leader of The Smu gglers of Little Slave Lake, and fell to his knees with a bullet in his ribs. do you?" the woman cried with a fine air of utter con" Ketch her gun! " shrieked Ponce Plassey. tempt. " Why, I've known you and your gang since -17he outlaws cl o sed in uporrthe woman, whose flashy ou came here three years ago and located on Rat ing1 eyes breathed the spirit of War, and wrenched her land out there in Little Slave River. Your gang is like revolver from her hand. • mo s t of the rce, but after o f this fair 'laBel, just a band of thugs. , murderers, smug-all was powerless. ' glers and_ thieves--" , . The outlaws, fortunately' for her, did n:ot appear to "Shet up,'1 ' snarled Sam. "I ain't agoin' ter stand be angered at the bullet' she had sent into the body of fer ye or yar tel! in ' me wot ye think uv me. What I their compa nion,' Alsek. w ant ter kno w is whar's yar husband_:_whar's Dave While they roughly disarmed her and bound her Irving, The Trapper? we are arter him, old quickly witha rope that Ponce Plassey produced, they woman!" . . . did not hurt her in the disgracefuL1Gperation more thil.ll The laughter of Mrs. Irving, wife of the celebrated they could help-on account of her determined struggles. Fur !!'rapper, for whom Sam was asking, was mocking They• clio not gag the woman and when she was and sarcastic as it echoed through thet woods. bound she indulged her feelings by a powerfu l sum-Mrs. Itv' ing, past fifty and with a life of toil and .ming up of the bandit which had made. an ttnpro, frot91:ier privations before her, was not of the stuff .;voked round-up qf her _ fha(bends the! ' fawning of the knees" to any "Take her 'round th' house ter th-' chief," cried man o r w oman, and not at all to. the outlaw, Sam Plas sey, a s he stooped over the writhing form of the J a s min, . although a terror to.the district and" a Chipewyan, Alsek, "she. talks pretty straight ter us. nam e to frighte!il one to the core , due to his far reaching ' b out tl ; e way she shoots, judgin' from the kickin' this d e e d s o f blood. . feller here is makin'." . , "If y ou mean .Da:vid Irving my husband," the -:YVhile the gang took the woman to 'the cliief, Plassey woman cried, "you know well he is not here! " 1 did a li-ttle rough border-style surgery on . the Indian, "How did I !maw he ain't hyar?" grumbled Sam. a nd the wounded mat; , a ?f the Indian . of " If h e had been do you .think that I would be a g:r eat North-\Vest of Bnttsh North Amenca, . priso n e r here ? Do you think if I hadn't been alone in a t sat up wtth the bullet extracted, a bandage that hou s e where we have lived for twenty years un ab out lu!n, and not n;uch worse f o r wound sav; disturbed • that you would have been enabled to im a s1de, blood, and a rotled temper. prison m , e-why Sam,' outlaw and thief, you know better If' you Chtpewyan s would . keep ter yar. fartherst than to think my husband is here any where-if he Nort' not come dowt; hyar ter Ltttle had b e en , the_re would be some dead thugs !yin' out L ake, m Alberta of th1s hyar in the clearing, " snapped Mrs. Irving. Nort y e wouldn t glt holes' plugge d 111 ye, "Where is D ave?" que stioned the bandit l d see?" sa1d Plassey to Alsek at length. .. . . ea _er. " Ug!1! Me git hunk'!" sententiously said the Indian . Lhave no Wlreles s telegraph on my hol.lse-tf I with the l a<;onic intent to murder the woman -who had I send for r:::ave to ktll a few . of your vermm s h o t him evid e nc e d in ' his hateful face. qt.llck . If hadn t got me by surpv1se when I knew _ "Don't y e try ter git hunk, wit' thet woman, fer she'll y ou were gettmg ready to burn my house oyer m:y head, put her 11ext bull e t whar it'll send ye ter yar Happy I have got some of at that-dtd I ktll that Hun tin' Groun's-and I ain't sayin' I ain't sorry ter . Indtan I shot at? I hope so! . . . see thet she didn't do it this, trip-I don't see why . Saugeen Sam before the vmd1cttve gleam Sa tween Sam keeps takin' on Injuns in our gang. 111 the eyes of the mtrepld woman. The;'s enough white men h yar thet'll 'clo ter keep us 'vV ell' did he know that if Mrs. Irving was free , with g-oin' wen we wants re-croots witout t,akin' on a lot o' a revol ver in her hand that she would give a good ac truck what ain't no good ter us er, theinselves count of herself. She was famed all over the frontier nuther. " ' ' w . orld as a woman' of undaunted courage and resolution. A l se k who heard uncomplimentary made Her action whe_n taken by surprise as she had emerged


THE AMERICAN I NDIAN WEEKLY . 3 from her home, thinking the rear entrance to the house w as unguarded, was one that indicated her alertn!!SS when attacked-and the bullet wound in Alsek's side ip.dicated that she. knew how to shoot any_ time she found it necessary. , . ' '.'I wants ter knaw when yar husband was liyar last?" cried Saugeen Sam, a t l ength. ""None of your business!" cried Mrs. Irving. . " You're lucky that he a in't here now." "Wall, we are arter him," growled Ponce Plassey, the most implacahle outlaw in the gang of bandits who, s t anding near, wa,s getting weary of the verbal battle. "Oh, I know, Ponce Plassey ! "' shouted MI;S. Irving. "You have been out of my books for, a long while. But I haven't forgotten you-have you been to jail since Llast saw you? " The cluster of bandits broke into laughter when theY, heard the remark. The re w e r e s o m e in the band that did not like the o f Plassey, who came from Bitterwater Cr ee k di strict in Montana, and in disposition had seemed t o take on some of his bitterness from the water of his home country . Plassey swore under his breath but thought he had better not " chin in " further; Mrs. Irving carried too much language . f o r him to hop e to cope with. He was a sho_rt, thick-set, bearded thug, black as the deeds he loved, and of great strength and undoubted courage. . ..... He was probably a braver man than his leader, 1Sau geen Sam Jasmin. This famous bandit was s i x feet two inches tall in his stockingfeet. He w as broad shouldered, of superb pliysical de ve lo pment, y cri mes of m ore or less wantonn ' ess o n eac h side . T h e a nimal' vermin attacked everything ani m al they tho u g htl they c o uld ge t away with; the human vermin a d op t ed the sam e ROl icy . 1 In the fig h t in g of the two cl asse s of v ermin , Dave Irving, a trapper w ho had been long fa v orably known as an m an , an d fe llow , h a d been sturdy. He hacl mcurre d _the enmtty o f the Jasmin band, as a result; the shootmg up of his home was a deed of v en g ean c e tha t Sam Jas min and his men had planned. " I know all about you and the reason why you are here ," n mv Mrs. Irving . " I know ! You are after my husband, and now he isn't here you are going to burn opr home o ver my head , and thus take your vengeance because my husband has openly said you , were a menace to decent life hereabouts. Well, one thing beware of Saugeen Sam!" "Bewar e of what?" cried Sam, with a deep oath. " ve n g ean ce ;; Dave Irving! " c r iecJ the indOim t a b l e woman. Beware o f The Tn;r,ppei•'s Ven g e ance! " " D e a t h a nq furie s, woman, shut up! " y elle d Sam, no w thoroughly angry. "Ma k e t he old hag start t he ji1e t h a t will burn up he r own ho u s e," cried P once Pla ss ey. " D o n't ve fe r g i t wat ye wanted this w omern bro ugHt t e r ye f o r ! ;,, "Hurrah!" shoute d the outlaw s , who crowded about t hei r ch i ef. "That's the game-make the o l d hellion set-fi r e to her own home! " A g l e a m o f pleasure ca me up o n Saugeen Sam's face . " All ri ght! " he cried. " Gi ve her a torch. " " Never! " M r s . Irv i n g , as a bl a zi n g pinetor c h was thus thrus t in to her hand. " Y o u c annot make m e set fir e to the s traw and hay yo u have he aped u p1 a r o und t h e h om e m y h u sband and I have worked years t o b uild and fit up. N e ver! " "Throw her i n t o the p il e, let 'her burn wi t h her h o u se," yell e d the outl a) gan g . Mrs. I r v in g w r enched herseW away fro m t h e two bandits w h o g raspe d h .er with sp len d id strength. Bound as she was she fou g h t nob ly.. She managed to totter awa* from the gang, and then-A s t ryam of light P!cked out of t h e darknes s , that had sunk u po n the tern bl e scene, burst from the s helter of t l:e woo d s, as it lighted u p the hornble ptcture o f a wo man s dt s t r e ss, the fier c e m ock in g fac e of A l se k , the Chipewyan Indian, whose p r es sure up o n the trigger of hi s rifle had made the light pos s ible. The crack of the Indian's rifle . . Mrs . Irv in g pitched forward upon her f ac e as the wea p o n r a n g its message, the torch in her hands fall-<


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. in g intp the flames wl1ich w hirled in a 'breath all over t h e . h o u se, and thus the poor woman unwittingly s e t fire to h er own d wellin g . . An h ou r l at e r a f aint s kein o f s moke agains t the d M k , sk y , wa s a ll tha t t here wa s left of t he home of the h vzn gs . I t l ooked as i f A l se k , Chipewyan India n had "got hunk!" B u t h a d h e ? CHAPTER II. O N TH!;; T RAIL OF T H E OUTLAWS. . Davi d I rv in g, trappe r , stoo d o n t he sl o pin g hill that l ed to L i t tle S lave Lake, liste ning t o th e s ong., of the w i n d gen tl y stirring for est around him. F l owe rs were spring in g up in his p ath, but he did n o t see the m. The clear gray water of the river mean-dere d at his feet. Across fr orn him , in an almost lake-like bend of the rive r , Rat I s land lo omed silent, and somber. Its woo d e d shor es held w ell the secret of the out-law s. ' , I n spite of the forbiddin g aspect of the island, and its frow nin g air o f mena ce , Dav e Irving was pointing toward ) t w i t h the butt of his hard, s h ooting heav y d o u b l e co rdite rifle , a big bore w eapon to .be used in 1 the k illin g o f the bi g game of the region. . A q)ttJ?l e o f ,centra l fir e automati. c revo lvers dangled at Dave's belt an.d hi s lon g keen hunting knife was of the tried. trappe r kind, that could be used to either skin his game o r cut-up an enemy with equal ease. D ave Irv in g was a tall man, past si xty y ears, and with a r e d -brick comple x ion due to out of doors life. In sp ite o f .. hi s age, h e was as strong as an a verage "'man i n t h e citi e s n o t half s o o ld , and in the primev al c on di t i o n of inen and m anners in which his y ears had been spent , Dave had b e en bur:nished into a creature d ea dl y as the, .45 0 d o ublebarreled rifle he carried and with a C Uttin g -ed g e as keen I as his knife. . Dave wore a cl ose fittin g deer-sK in suit with a coon s k i n h a t tha t made him look half In@ ian, half white man but t o the work he{

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. "Shore!" " And bringing lead cake and powder pie to refresh the bandits with? " " Yes." ' u Well, how deep is the water between here and that island?" "About ten feet on the average. " ' " The island is about a mile frem shore1that is a pretty long swim-unless you know where there is a canoe." Dave Irving sm'iled in a whimsical fashion. He knew the conversation was coming to his knowledge of the region sooner .or later-. Dave was primed for the answer. . He knew shores of Little Slave Lake as well as he knew the way to his traps. He had been flowing around the lake shore, like the l ake and river nan;ted after i't, for a quarter of a century and in that time a man ougl;l.t to know the conditi o ns of lake and river especially as Dave's hot1se was only about five miles away as 'the crow flies and half a s much more by the bending Little Slave Lake River. "Come here," said Dave,to Nate. This stopped the conversati o n a s ,Dave , softly crouching s o as not to be seen b y any one on the far off island, should watching e y es be peering to the mainland, hurried down to ,the water's edge. He walked along the shore for about half a mile keeping well up in the w o oded shady sides . of the sloping shores. , Then he' ' looked about for a few seconds until his ey'e cau ght a great rough cros s hewe d high up on the .trunk of a monstrous pine-tree, where it required dextrous eyes to see the blaze, w hich the trapper }:lad placed there to guide him. ' Then Dave made a bee-line for the shore. He stooped Clown where trees hung over the river, dothed with the summer beauty of green leaves / Under this shieldin ' g canopy Dave fished for a moment. Then be spurt into view a canva s -covered birch-bark canoe ; whose rather primitiv e ' lines suggested its Indian make but its width of . beam and 1ightness and durability, showed that for cruising in the far reaches of the North-West no other craft could compete with it. ' . ' "Ah, that's good!" said .Nate shelby as he saw the canoe. ' ''VIle won't have to swim over to Rat Island, will we?" " No, not this trip." " How did you happen to k1,1ow this; canoe was here?" askecl Nate a moment later. "Them canoes don't cost rnuch , " the tra'pper said. "I bought a lot of , 'em of some Injuns that camped, about this lake a couple of ago-I staked em out here, you see, about the shores of the lal.

r G THE INDIAN WEEKLY. ' sticks. Then they' buried the in this hole and. ' fraid ter take much stock into-him or ]}.is stort Ponce piled it up with stones so 'that no animal could -them Injuns is frightful 1 deceitful." . possibly gaw 4ow n into them. " Plassey . nodded and winked. "Mark, the cache by that blasted tree there," said " Ef that's so why' d'ye•l{eep takin' 'em on and filin' ... / Dave a s he pointed to a lightnin-g struck tree near by. up good white mt!n's places wit' them red •: " N ow then' I take it we had better git up into the Plassey asked. • . . woods aiJ.d see where we can get a little rest. We are This was a direct facer for Saugeen .Sam. He knew going t ' ha v e a muss before morning in all probabilities, tliat many of his band objected to the fed element in it ahd there you are." -even the half-breeds of white and Indian blood Nate saw the wis . dom of the remark, and after the seemed to hate the full blood-red-man. canoe had been hidden, followed the trapper into the "Now I'll tell ye, Ponce," , remarked Sam, after a woods for a rest b!!fore the night stole upon them. quick glance at his companion's face to see what he The form s of the two men had not disappeared in. was thinking about. " It's this way! The the glade when a man peeped out from behind a tree. don:'t have ter hev the look-in thet the whites does." The man' s face was painted iri wide stripes of red and " Thet's so," admitted Plassey. .. . green-it was the War Paint of the Chipewyan In"Now ye take the hold-ups we chaps hev been .in th' dians. last month-wall, thar hez been four whites en There was a cunning leer on the face of the savage. Injuns in. each. Them four whites hev got maren they His treacherous, venomous face wa' s eager with his ever did outen simal-eer raids. Thet is, I've not let discovery : . " 1 ' the lnjuns in on jest wot we've pulled over an' so l'ye "Attack our camp tonight!" the I ,ndian hissed. been enabled ter give the white boys more cash, and " We heap be ready! Ugh! " the red boys less, an' every qne is satisfied-like As he spoke Alsek , the Chipewyan chief, brandished happy, an' the red-men ain't wise a bit. See? " his tomahawk in the direction of the fast vanishing Plassey " saw." ' white men. " I ain't goin' fer ter say thet ye don't knaw yar bizzyness," put in Plassey in a tone of apology, "but CHAPTER III. I'm one o' them men thet'd rawther git hiss of a divvy T _HE OUTLAw's PLOT. . " arter we P.Ull anythin' off then ter woick wit them red-. mea-l tell ye, Sam, w'en it comes ter a show down ' " Have a care, Alsek! It you dare fool me yclUr life tHey're yaHer every time. They'll fight all . rii:'ht w'en •must pay the forfeit for yout-'temerity." the!)''s ahead an' tll'ey ' has best o' ut, but put 'em Saugee n Sam' , the outlaw chief, calmly spoke ' these il'l a whar they ain ' t sure they 4as ye outnumbered, . w o rd s t o t h e discoverer of Nate Shelby and Dave Irv-ar1 ' they ain't no good. They's sly an is liable ter sell ing, n o t two ho 'urs later. / out th' gang every minnit. Wall, yar the head uv us As soo n a s he had. discovered the midnight attack an ' w e . hev gotter t0 take wot ye gives us, but the day planned15y the Royal North-West Mounted Policeman, . i s c u min' w'en they'll git yean' all o' us inter trouble." Nate Shelb y and the trapper, Dave Irving, the savage " \IV all, they ain't got me no yiti" blazed out had,hurrie d over t o Rat Island to tell his chief, Saugce n Sam. Sam, of'the fated news. ' . " I dunno erbout thet! we in trouble ernough T be r e ception . of the new.s by Sam is told in the wit' out this hyar red son of a boss-thief goin' a firin' op e nin g se ntence in this chapter: . outen, them' bushes an' pottin' ole Miss Irvin'? Say . . The bandit leader did not believe the Indian. thet was a fool thing fer him ter do! " " . I n ' o f 0 ol," cried Alsek in returi-I to 'the ' chieftain's Sam's face was white with wrath. doubts . " I heap see! I know. Ugh!" ' Pon ce Plassey , who stood near nodded in deep mean' ' Yaas," he howled, "it shore was" ! Th' hess-thief • ing t o Sam. . Injun hez brought them whole troubles a pourin' outen "Hi s s to r y sounds straight, d . qn ' t it?" queried Plas-the skjes at us. Look hyar, now wot h:e kick fer?" sey. . " ' Cause Miss Irving shot him up?'' ' S a m b e ck o ned to Plassey to move out of ear-shot of ' "That's right! Wisht she'd a killed H a the Indian. The latter saw, but remained • Impassive bioman ez Alsek couldn't let that thar wtmmm-folk as hi s r ac e uslially is 'imder stress of suspicion her fun with him. Say, Ponce, she wasn't more'n e sp e ciall y . . • feet frum Alsek w'en she shot' im' an' say "\IV h a t d'ye think of that red chap'..s story?" asked s he had a twenty-4; w o caliber gun." . ' Sam. when he and Plassey were alone. 1 " \fJ" -h-a-t?" yelle ' d l?a.nce . . " Haw! Haw! Haw! W'y 11 So u nd s true to me , " Plassey rejoined. man , I'd let thet womern shoot all .day et me. Vfit' a " D oes to me also, but I'm l.eery of them savages. baby's pistol-a twenty-two caliber--;:-rats, w'y thet In Y o u ca n ' t t e ll when they are telling the truth and )Vhen jun ain't got no ter on gettin' ene of. them it's a frame-up to put you in the hole." twenty-two bullets tqter lum-says he 111 no " I know. In this case it Fan't be, a ' , 1 Thet gun. could 't h].lrt a ,misquiter."1 _ "Wh y can't it?" . Sam laughed as he 'drove a host of mosquitoes from " T h a t chap got ' his ' when Mrs. Irving plugged him around his face, which he kept free from them by using in the rib s with he.r gun, the night ,we burned up the a decoction of tar:.oil, pennyroyal and citronella on his old ' helli o n ' s house." . ,-"HoI Hot Ho!" laughed Sam . "It makes me laugh countenance. , to think of that night. Say, she did plug Alsek, and . "' Fraid of mosquitoes," laughed Sam. "Wall they's , b etwe en us, I'm dead sorry she didn't kill him. He is e rnuff hyar. on this island ter spile most man's a n o o-ood Injun, that feller! He'll make trouble fer .us, beauty." . . d o r i ' t y e think, ' f o r e he gits through. Thet's. why I'in " I wisht I hed the narve ter make that Alsek sit up. l


THE AMERICAN IN DIAN WEEKLY. ' a n ' s h oo t a!.i t he ped k y things on 'the island," remarked a bi g rew ard. Ef ye an' them two white men, Pl_assey impatiently. ' Irving and Nate Shelby don' t try ter hole us up "Thet would keep him some bizzy," said Sam, "an' h ya r , as y e sa_id -they planneq ter d o, w'y we' ll skin ye Jurder : t would need a pile u v ammunitern fer thet thar a li ve a n ' thet ain ' t no 'joke, fer ef you'v e lied ' I'm jig tvyenty-tw o Say, sport, thar' s a lot uv betge r e d ef I d o n't skin ye a:1ive wit' me own fair hants! " ter places -then this hyar Rat Island." . The In-dia n d id not s e e m t o b e at a ll as t onished or in "Betcherlife!" swore "Say, I'll bet I kin t h e least ci"isturbe d b y the r e m a rk of the robber chief. pick a li:velier and likelier place fer a home wit; me eyes He l ooked up a t the ri sing moon. . shet then this-but wot ye go in' ter do-it's getting . " They be here in_:.ah, thet cum queek. Listen! " so thar ain't no. place up hyar fer we gun-men, ! " Alsek said. in a low tone as he stretched his arm "Thet's right! The game ain't what et uster was. toward the water w i t h a free w i de gesture of disdain. They' s all seemin' ter git jest nachully a hump,..on about The white men . . us fellers-an' ef that story of Alsek is true they've The regular soft splashe_ s o f t w o paddles wielded in sent one of them 'ta_rnal Mounted Policemen et us, a canoe struck gently upon their ears . . along wit' Irving., • . "Git back an' wa11n the bbys et the camp," whispered "Thet's it! I tell yar wot was the ust er a shootin' S a ugeen SC\m to Ponce Plassey. "Alsek, you worm outer tbe an' a hittin, Miss Irving? She thrun yours elf dowh to the river and see where the two her tC}rch . wen she w a s hit right inter that thar hay-white m en are going to land. I guess, we ain't got mow, but it ketched quick, an' the whole house an' t hem f oul this h yar trip, n o r nuttin." 'adjacent barn was soon a goin' up in that thar air-T he . m easured dip of the paddles , the rush of the why say Sam, ut didn ' t do no good an' s ee wot its ca n oe through the w ater co uld be plainly heard. brought d o .wn op us?" " Let 'e m lapd, " hissed Saugeen Sam. "Let 'em . Sam swore lustily. l and! W e wants ter take 'em prisoners ef we kin. c ; Irving calls in the p o lic emen an' him co mes over They's some rats h yar in human form thet would like r um Fort Assin,niboine , post-haste. Say, ef thet ter. do}i z wit' them fellers . Nate Shelby an Dave s t o r y of Alsek s true we h ev gotter g t t them t w o lrvmg. • fe1lers!" . Saug een S a m followed his c , o mpa nion , A lse . k, down , " Shore! They must be put under thet thar .sod to t11e water. soo n ez we kin g-it ' em thar-an' it' s unnecessary ter T h e ca n oe was draw in g nearer. .h ev i t happ e n . ,Ef ye wisht ter shootup Dave Irving's It_ s h o t f rom the brooding ni ght-shadows on the h o me e n burn e t up, ye hez the call t e r do it, as yar wate r . ,. c hief hyar . Butter stand fer thaLtha r Alsek's shootin' Sam's eyes g rew wjder a nd w ider. u p . M iss Irv in ' 'ca u s e jes..t tickl e d his wit' a !;.. wo m an w a s seated in . t h e b oa t , paddling to the l ee tl e bab y p l aything o' a g un , w a s foolish policy an' i s land. " t h ey's l o t s of u s in . the gan g the t ai n ' with "A womem. ,'' whispered Sam to A lsek , the Indian. Pon ce sa id this in .a smooth matter of fact tone but " By h ok e y ets a womern!" _ S am turned deadl y white with an g e r . As the. outlaw ' spo k e the woman turned. His h a n d . s t o le down toward his gun w hich swung I t was a white-lack-lustre f a ce that was turned at hi s ri ght hip , far for ward where he could get it toward t he outlaw c hie ' f w i t h what s eemed to be a q uick. red s m u dge-li k e blood on its brow--. " N o w do n 't! , chuck bluffs hyar, S a m , " smoothly said "It's the face of the . w if e ' of D ave,Ir v in g, w h o y ou ,Ponce, "I'm jest as good er m a n as ye wit' the gun, en shot ' f rom ambush two w eek s a g o , Alsek!" wailed if ye puts )bar hand one quarter of a quarter of an inch Saugeen Sam. toward thet th;ar weepin youse aim ter draw, I'll fill . The n a s if pursued b y a regiment of soldiers th.e y e full o' bi gger bullets then twenty-tw os fer ye can two me n r us h e d back toward the outlaw camp. sa y nuttin'." , "It w as her ghost!" w ailed Sam, the outlaw chief. The crawlin g hand o f S a m s t opped fort!} with. He " It was her ghost!" , _ . kn ew the man that sp oke was fully.. a s brav e as heand The outlaw plot was shivered to its foundation by i f a n ything more desperate. t he fears of the bandit. leader that he was haunted by ' Sam ca me to hims..elf first. a w o manwhom he had seen reel and fall as Alsek shot . "Wall, Iai11 ' t .ergoin' ter fight wit' the best man in he r fourteen days before! th' gan g under me, " Sam said a sickl y smile, " an . I j es t w i shtyer ter knaw thet I lost me head somesay n o m ore a b out ut, but wot sha ll we do 'bout this Injun's story?" " T ake it fer wot it's wuth, an' e he lies , skin him ali' ve," rej o in e d Ponce, with a s mile at the " 'craw-fish'" . attitude of his l e ader. " A nywa y y e w atches fer them p eop le. If they ove r t e r Rat I s l and give them rats:s o m e foo d ter eat-say, they's millions of them rats o n this island , ain ' t they?" " S h o r e ! Thet's 'fhat the i sland's called Rat Island fer-'ca u se they a in ' t n ottin' but rats s upp os ed ter be " h y a r -we bein' .rats I suppose. " The two men the n rejoined the Chipewyan. " We' v e bee n a , ta1kin'. thing s over an' we hev made up our mind t e r t a k e yar story fer wot it's wuth,' : saiCl Sa m t o t h e India n . " ye i s t ell in' th' trooth ye gits ., CHAPTER IV. A VOICE I N THE WIL DERNESS. "Wh v are yo u disturbing the peace of fores t s?"" '-Thi s q u e r y put a soft tone o f v oice stopped Nate S h e lby be f o r e he and Dave Irv irig had gotten a fair half mil e into the sha de s of t h e fore s t where they had pl anne d t o remain hidden until it was time to steal ove r t o Rat Island to attack fhe outlaw band. Nate looked , up. He g a s ped. . Mounted on a splendid black horse, as ebon as the n i ght itse lf , sat a young man. . H e w a s dre ssed in a suit o'f blac k vHvet which was as e b o n in co lor as the horse he rode. /


THE AMERICAN INDIAN High, .polished, and long black boots rose to the . his , decidedly conspicuous horse, an,d the jet-blackness' stranger's hips. His revolver belt about his waist was of its saddle, and of 'the wearer's clothes yvould, Nate black. The hilts of two large' weapons in his holsters kne w, have stamped himself upon the brain cells if he wer-e of ebony. His cap was black. It borF a feather h a d e v er' seen the wonderful , figure before. _ that was plucked from a raven, and again kept up the "No, you cion ' know p J e," cried the man who had black note of the stranger. called himself The Black Rider. Yet that is not so The only" white thing about the personage was a passing''strange! I s mebh1 ' es don't think I know mypair of white hands which held the fLick' black reins self! " over the wonderfully large chargey's broad fore' ' Have you no other name than the one. you have shoulders a s if they were twice too wide 'and heavy ' gi ve n me-The Black Rider?" , for the dainty, yet supple figure seated astride the , "Oh y es . ! I hav e another n . ame. But The Black horse. . Rider i s s ufficient f o r me in m y mission with you to-Nate gazed open-mouthed at the strange figure. nirrht .' ' • . Nothing quite so strange had ever been seeR flutterir{g ?. u hav e a . mission then?" asked Nate. in 1 the wilderness in the young p,oliceman's time. " I. have ,' ' repli e d The Black Rider . . " My mission is " W , ell?" the said after N ha d eyed him n o t onl y directed to yoU: bu1 to your companion. there, f o r soni.e time. . "What is it you want?" '" . Dave hving. That Day e Irving, standing there .._..N ate gasped like a fish freshly drawn rom the water.' his m outh wid e o p eQ. l ooking a!) if catching flies in his " Who are you?': he asked at length. open 1 n 1 o was l;1is main occupation in life." ''I am The Black Rider, " said the figure with a ' The Rider lau ghed when the remark caused Dav'e to laugh. , ' . 1 "iJ;mi shut his mouth with wonderful celerity. ' The Black Rider?" " ' N o w then/ ' added the figure, -" if ' you will keep. "You flatter me by repeating my words-but that is vour e e s from cha s ing each other across your face, w h a t I said, The Black Rider." '' 1 1vri. Nate Sh e lby, we may get on'together! ,., , Nate 'st a r e d again. , ' This remark l ate m pderate his surpris, e a " J, d o n ' t think I e ver heard of you ! D efore," f(e said trifl e , . . l Ie. tri' e d t o sm o o1;h out the oveliwhelrriing shock with a p o sitive nod. ' , he felt and after some time the figure continued. "What a fat e !" merrily replied the figure ,on lio'rse"Now don ' t plea s e ," added ' The Black Rider, "go to back . "Jus t think of 'it! This v . aJiant s .on' of 'Mars, the o t lier extreme. IDe too btase-I don't know areri' t y ott , for y ou fight and so (lid Mars, ofhe has which I 1-ia:te w orse in the modern young man, too much b ee n lib e l e d somewhat, is named Nate Shelbx? . llied Nate. seen the figure before h1m. _ The great black eyes of 'the young man, his close-I " What mission are you on?"cro pped curly black hair, !1is air of easy assurance, do you know of our mission?"


_THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. • " Enough to know that your mission alone places you in danger." '' yourself." • " Why should I? Fools 'do not take advice even after there have been explan.ations. Therefore, why explain if I a,m sure. that my advice will not be taken, and viewed from your attitude, it that you fools -I shall qot waste my advice! " The Black Rider drew his reins over tlie neck•of his 1 hot 'se, 1 The magnificent' animal, which had beep. standing as if wrought in marble while his rider was talking, began to bcmnd and carracole as if eager to run unnumbered miles. • • . . . _ Seeing that the figure would flash in,to the wo'ods a ' second Jate r, and curiotJS to hear more, Nate raised his hand above his head. "One moment, . p -ray," he said. 1 ' I did not mean to offe11d you! I feel quite sure that I do not avoid taking advice. ;r feel sure that if you w ill wait doe moment that I can make you understand that surprise at meetin g y oti here in the woods may be a ' n excuse for my seeming stupidity." The Black Rider spoke to his steed. The noble animal again became a horse like one c arve d in ebony colored marble. " I will await then, any question you may ask," The Bl a ck Rider smiled. " I see you know enough to apolo gize yvhen you are at fault." "I d 0, " rej eined Nate. ' " .Now ' will you mind teHi;ng us what d anger; we are in-my companion and I are anx ious to know. We meant not to offend you." The Black Rider seemed to be, pleased with "the attitude of Nate and of Dacve at this point. He shook his foot loose from his stirrup which Nate saw now was tipped in black patent leather, like the seat of the saddle and a aded to the somber note which 'surrounded The Black Rider. , Black Rider now sat at his ease. / . "You want , rpe . to tell you of yottr do you?" he queried. 1 _ , " .If don't mind,"• replied Nate. " It's simple! You have cqme .here intent upon taking vengeance for a crime that has turned your heads I should think, for you are showing neither bra1ns nor courage in the. way yoti are going at your duties." This remark angered Dave Irving. . "1 would have you :rlow, young sir," he snapped, 1 "that no man can doubt my courage that knows me nor my right to wreak bloody veng.eance upon the outlaws that have ruined my home." The Black Rider listened to Dave. , " Your sorrows have given you the right to speak," said The Black Rider. " But it is a pity that your gray hairs have nGt taught you the advantage of a moderate tongue ip dealing with things you know not of." A flt ;slt of a nger came to Dave's face. . ' "Nonsense!" he cded.' "I'm' too old to be taken to taslt by a chit like you-a mere boy in theatrical costume!" There was a note of menace in th:e stranger's voice when he 'spoke again. " I think, old man, that if I ,were you I would he careful 'as to my said The Black Rider. " I btook not such words! My temper is.somewhat hasty and I don't allew impudence from young or old men! " The Black Rider gave one stare at Dave. Brave as a lion the old man recognized it. It was the stare of a man who had a shot right behind the look, and who had been here in this same position of uphq_lding supJ:emacy many times; the look he bore to Dave1 seemed to be that of the professional gun-man, and Pave decided quic)dy that here was a case when discretion was the better part of valor. " I beg your pardon, young sir," Dave said with a stately grace. "My record is so well known in the North-West that I cap apologize without being called a coward ! " , The Black Rider was evidently of a generous disposition for he hastened to make amends for his part in , the hal quarrel. ' " I beg your pardon," he cried, "age has rights . "'hich youth ought to respect. I also (this was said with a mocking glance at ,Nate) ought to apologize to our young son of Mars here, for the disrespect I have shown his beloved law-but really I know so little of law and order up here in this neck-o'-the woods that s dme timesI get careless." Dav e and Nate looked at each otl1er and grinned. The magnificent nerve of this young sJip of a man, w ho sat there so-calmly and said e)!:tremely imp1,1dent thing s , appealed to the humor of Dave and Nate about the same time. " I s ee ' no w , " said The Black Rider , "that w e shall g e t on famously! What I wished to tell you is this -don't go to Rat Island as 7ou have' planned." " As we have planned-how tlb you know what plans w e have made?". cried Nate. " Never mind ! Don' t go, that is all. canoe you hav e hidden so carefully may and it may not bear you to the island." " A h," said Nate. " You have some inside information? " _ " Quite so! Further let me add that what I am going to say to you in additjon must be heeded or you will probably here in this vicinity for, well quite some time as I don' t know when Angel Gabriel is going, to blow that famous horn of his." " Go on please," said N afe. . "There is not much more to say. . When you were planning and plotting to get rid of the Gutlaws by a secret attack, and ilius to overpower them in spite of your beiag only two men, I happened to ride by along yonder ridge--" " Yes," cried Nate. " Nothing-only I saw that you were being watched by an especially fierce looking India:n, whom I happened to 'know was identified with the outlaw band ;which Saugeen Sam controls." "Hum," Femarked Nate. ' "It just happeaed to strike me that possibly you did not know that your plot was known to the enemy and that you were probably to be countermined. I then thoug.)'J.t I would take' a de.tour around yonder ridge, where there happens to be a and reach you as I h a v e ' do"ne. It seemed to me that you men were tO'O likel)[ men, to be food for worms, hence I am here to warn you. Change your plan of campaign. Don't you see that the outlaws. await you on Rat Island to ambush you?" Nate took a long breath. The warning of the strang e young man had saved the live s of himself and of Dave Irving. " .How can we thank you P" cried Nate. "You have saved our lives by your timely warning! " ' . '


} 'y 19 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY, ,-'.'By not, thanking me at all. Just consider that my vo1ce was one that spoke. to you in the wilderness." _ T h e r e vvas a sudden whirL as the black steed under its rider's spur darted away into the woods. The Black rider disappeared down the long corridors or trees into the forest with a wave of a jeweled hand and a brilliant smile. ' " In the name of all that' s spooky," cried Dave to Nate, "who is the Black Rider?" Nate shook his head in a silent negative. "I don't know," he said, "but I ' ll wager my head against a lemon that I will know." So saying Nate shouldered his rifle and strode off in the direction the Black Rider had taken followed by Dave Irving, who was equally c 'urious as to th-e iden of t he s trange figure. CHAPTER V. SMUGGLERS A T WORK. The Smuggle1s of. L i t tle Slave La1le we1e busy. ' At their headquarters on Rat Island, Saugeen Jasmin and Ponce P lassey the day fo,llowing the fright the chief, Saugeen Sam, . had recei v ed when he thought he saw the spirit of Mrs. Dav id Irving, whom A lsek the Indian had shot, landing o n the island from a ca n oe, , with other the Smuggler;s outlaw gan g wer e busily-engaged in l anding the loot o f the o utlaws f rom a doze n large _ can oes , whence it had been f reighted from the. !]_Jain-Jan-el. 1 ' A good haul this time," gloated Sam, as he winked a t Plassey. ' " F irte ," cried Plassey. " This hyar IS ther best we've eve r h ad g i'n us. " " Shore ! " " "What's in them packages?" " , \1\T halebone." 1 " \i\Thar. frum? " " Arctic Ocean." " How cl'y e git it? " Sam screwed up hi s face into a nice knowing e x pres-s i o n . ......,.. ' "Offen a whaler thet ac<;erdent' l y went ashore on them rocks off Herschel's Island." , "Uh, uh ! " "Si1; nple as kin be. Boat was reg'ler wl}aler. It was outen th' harbor an' its pilot seen a wich he tuk fer t h e l ig-hts o ' Fiersc h e l 's _ " vV:all ? " ' " \/Vall. I JUtti J i 'cept thar want no light whar he thoug-ht he seed one and he cums bump inter a rock, and wen h e tries ter git offen et, say, he jest was solid .-like-wall, so m e of 11'1')1 boys, wen the ship was desarted went aboard h er, wen the Cap'n a,nd th' crew was a g-ittin' ashore, a n they some how gits this yar whalebone an' thar ye a re." Plassev shook hi s sead in caution. "Say, thet's plumb dimgeer-us," he remarked. "Suppose t het any of them Mounted Pcilicemun hed got w i se ter ye-say, they'd follered ye ter Kingdom cum, but they'd git ye. I know oncet one o ' them C0pS chased a ma n two thousa_n' nuttin but a wild-. erness a nd brung him back ter Herschel Island an. all the chap had clone was se llin g likk e r ter an Eskimo womern. " Sam , as h e heard the words, was all smiles. " . Say, cl'ye think I'm that chumpie ter give up me ' game thet wa-y way?" he ask _ ed with scorn. . . "wall?, , "vV'y our 'fellersup thar ahar they engin-ee-red 'thet wreck, aint no slouches. THey's swarmed over thet boat ter give hel1 a ' lqokin ' fet _salvage in he! pin' 'sav. e the ship, or its car-goo_:__an' say, Ponce, they's played-it" fer keep , s, an' tHey gits o11ny two. thousand e'r so uv the bone fer us the rest. they turns over ter the aulhoritiees an' gits salvage money on th-et wftat theys didn't-pinch, . -Haw! Haw! Haw!" " H ee! Hee! Ho! Ho! " laughed _Plassey. also. Then a thought struck f1im. . " Sa-y, our fellers put them false ' lights outen them rocks ter git thet whaler ter run iq thinkirt ' 'twas the safe harbor o ' Herschel -Island, an' say, the pilot he druv his ship onto them rocks-say, am I right?" Saugeen Sam made a gesture of silence. " Now don' t ye nrix in ter wot ain ! t none o' yar con sa rn s," he cried. " Them fellers wets allus buttin In most us ' ly gits wots due a butter-id-e ye don't knaw nuttin ye caynt tell nuttirt.?' "' was,sure then that the of the' Sm u ggle r s was wide. r than he had supposed. He s a w now that there was a bunch of the outlaws irt such a ' remote spo t as the whalers of the Arctic Ocean,and his respect for Sam increased a hundred-:iold. After a l l tbe outlaws had a le ade r whci knew how to plan t-hings remote from the of their camp o n Rat Island. _ Both men watched Alsek, J ellachich, -and a ' half dozen other members• of the band come filing up from the Icike, where the canoes were dancing and clattering, • t o w here Sam stood at which point he was looking o ve r the l oo t. " Thet's buflion from the mines off up in :(ukon," said "Sam, as h e turned up his coat collar to escape the rather raw ana bitin g wind tha t swept o{.er the. scene. ' " How much i s they thar? " " Dunno 'zactly. Thar's prob'y ten ter fifteen thou-: sand dollars in thet''thar box. Say, them feller ' s up in Yukon terrify are up ter snuff! Tney them sacks o' bullion offen the comp'ny right under the noses' ' uv them fe llers thet was a guardin' it-ter say nuttin n v !h' hauls they made offe n stage coaches they held.JJp." ' . Sam laughed g leefully as he made these explanatory rema ks and rubbed his head with his grimy paws, in sheer delight. \ Vhen a bandit came s taggering up under a big bundle of fur peltries the joy of the bandit chief was great. " Tree thou sa " ;urt o' furs thar-comin' frum Macke nzie River parts an' f-rum the Arctic ree-geenssay, boys, thet's the best thet ever!' Say, we fellers hev _got a haul this time ef we ki n s'ell the loot ter ad.:. want ag-e." , This part of the game mystified Plassey. H e knew so me-thing of the inner workings of Saugeen Sam's system. But 11e had no i _ dea that there was so rnuch to it all. He saw now that to run an outlaw band s u ccess fully required just as much ability as to run a s u ccess ful business . There was plenty of." hoss sense" in Plassey's head. He be-gan to w onder if Saugeen Sam was not in wrong -the head that could plan the undergt;ound syndicate of (thi ev1es that stl:etchea from Rat Island in great bands of crime t o far i ,nto :t h e jumping off place amid .


Tl-IE .AM, ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY i' • -\ I snow 1and ice cit_ the . vast British l:jorth America, Plassey ruminated. might do much be t ter in a , legitim ate business world. " W CJ.S it ever any good?" . In fact the same oltl conflict came to the uneducated " Naw! I don' t b ' lee v e thet outiawi.n ' was ever half mind of Plassey-thachas been facing . the outlaws for : as good as do in' straight bizziness-ef r kin git outen . un.numbered-.centu,ries-does crime . pay? game I ' m goin' ter, suddent like, , en see wots Plassey stopped to think just theu, aHd he decided going b a ck ter Canady and tryin' ter do a lee-git'.mut that it did no't, bt.J.t he saw that having become identi-biz z ine ss . They ain ' t iiuttin lef fer me , hyar. Rat fied with the life o f crime in the territory he would I s l a nd i s gittin' ter be t o o w ell known an' now the have ha:rd work to g e t ri d of i-t, and then all thoughts ' Mounted .Perlice and that trapper, Dav e Irving1 is of _why and wherefore was. crushed_ out of him by a arte r trS, it' s th' beginnin ' u v th' end , I tinks." hat! from Sam who had be-en engaged in having all the "Aw brace up! Don' t git wooz y ! They ain ' no call Smugglers ' loot unpacked and spread about on the f e r y e to knock our game lik e wots yar doin'," sympag:ass •under a fine pin e tre e tha t t pwered high in the thiz ed P lasse y . "It m ount be wuss!" a1r. . " I'm think-in ' I d o n't knaw how," rejoined Sam . . "Git over here, P o n ce!" y elle d / Sam. "I wants ter "Now git a move on ter ye and bring thet chap wots see y_e , " no w pretty near shore up hyar." Plassey slouched o ver to his chief . Fifteen minutes later Plassey with an expression of "I seen a feller I'1p expectin' , a comin' in er canoe utter amazement on his face was escorting a slitp. young te'r the i s land , " said Sam as . soo n as Plassey, ,reached m a n ' t o w h e r e Sam, the bandit chief, stood_. him. ' "Git down f e r the ri ve r an' me e t thet feller or . T h e s l i m young man , w h o w as dressed entirely in some o ' our fool bo,Ys ' may plu g him one with theyer black, _ was puffin g a g re a t black cigar as he strode guns. I wanter h ev y e brung thet chap hyar. " \ alo n g w hi c h he hel d i n hi s white hand o n which " V\{ho is he?" spa r kled a b eau ti f ul d ia m ond. .-e " Wall, he' s a trader thet buy s my stuff an by the way T h e figure , s lim, yet s t a tel y after all , nodded to Sam, ets him thet feed s y e ye think thet the a nd began arranging its fine lace ruffles banditin' w a s one l o n g tnerr y je s t ? Say, some feller . about the wti s t o f its plain . rich , black-vel vet jacket. he2; got ter git the grub fer yo u chaps, an' see thet the " Hello r" s ai d the t o , the outlaw chief. stuff y e gits is di s p o sed of-a n ' e ts a . sin an' a shame " How's The B l ac k Rid er?" asked Sam h e a r tily. ter think wot I sell s s tuff f e r an wot it really brings " Put h e r thar ! " ter the feller wot buys it." ' T h e hu g e pa w of t h e outlaw and the delic a te white "Huh?" cried Plassey . , ' h a n d o f the v i sitor in a friendly clasp . Here was a new way of looking at things. He saw . " I'll be jiggered!" s a id Pollee ' Plassey, as he at once, that while a man mi ght steal a thing of va1ue, watche d tFie m eetin g o f the ill y assorted pair. and which had a c.;ertain selling price in -the regular marts of Jrade, .tha t the thief c o uld not expect to realize . one fourth o f the marketab le value of the stolen commodity.. ' " Say, Sam/ ' aske d Plassey, _ " wot d'ye git fer-say them furs? " . "Thar' s tf-ee tousan wuth .thar in them peltries ef they's wuth a replied Sam. ' 'I'm lucky ter git a thousan' fer them-an outen thehi has ter settle wit the boys_ what pull ed 'e m ove r fer an ef I gits fer us hy:ar two hunner d o llar s, arter all's been settled wit' I'm lucky-cours e wen w e boys pulls off a ting ourselves the divvy is better, but arter all this plunder won't sell, so far ez we are consarned, fer moren ten per cent. o' its real vally ." "Whew! I'd like ter be the feller wot buys-wots he makin? " '"-Thet 'ain't no su m m e r-da y p icn ' ic at thet. The otHsider hez ter run the ch

THE AMERICAN IN:9IAN WEEKLY. \ "He saved my life-and yours, mine being more imNate saw 'the .of Dave's, feelings. It just portant to me than yours." . rnere blood •vengeance that Dave was after; he cared "That's so!" . . . . no messed by the . "The law." ( discipline of the semi-military body fie had joined, " ' Don't make me laugh I have a cracked lip ,' ;• sang aloud. • quoted Dave with a smile. ' 'He, too, had the blood-lust, the desire for E;,e. n Nate had to smile; to prate of the law in a revenge, and fie wam1ed to the consistent old trapper, . 1 1 M t d p r . who proposed visit vengeance UJ?On the,.outlaws country wtt, on Y one oun e o tcem;m c:;ov.,enng <1-whG> 'h•ad shot his .aood wife' btirned his home. thousand square miles amd whose "post 1 ' usually WCI-S to> twelve 0r fift . een hundred miles long, di<;l seem a matter . 't. I'm. with you," said Nate. "L'aw or no law we for a joke. will try with the amtlaws . . " ' "Anyway," said Nate-::p e trapper. h e ld out hfs hand. He did not get any further. Nate grasped it. " .Don't let's talk about law, out hyar," said the trap" You are a rl)an all right," Dave. said, "whether you per. "It's too much of a j oke. I ain't trying to put do happen to represent the law or not!" no Jaw on Saugeen Sam, Nate, even if you are o "Come on Nate. , " .Let us see what solem. n about your 'duty:.' \i\That I'm trying to do is , vte can do the outlaws although up jest naturally to kill infernal thug. He shot my t<;> the present time .It do_esn t seem me that I_ have wife and hurtled my home and I'm, going t0 ait him done much excep>t to pomt out what I would hke to an' d jest as 'many more of his gang as I kin-esP,ecially do-Pve 'talked more than I '11)ade good.'" that 'Injun Alsek. Don't law me! It's a weary re"Well, anyway, we know that we stand together in mark, tbctt! " thts. We will-,-" \


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ll But before the trapper could . say word a starting sound came to the ears of Nate. Z-z-z-i-p-p ! An arrow sent , whirlit!!g by a staLwart arm darted out from a thicket toward the left o1 where ..the two men stood. . Lt cut through the air, ana with a choking cry, Dave l.Fving, the trapper fell to the groumd. For a moment. Nate Shelby was stunned by the sud-den attack upon the aged trapper. . Then his rifle sounded and magazine sent a storm of btdlets toward the thicket from which theat-tadk come. I • • ' . ' 'F Jhere was a gr,eat threshing in these bushes and • Nate, whose wits to him with a rush, picked up the trapper_ and rushed behind a tree a few feet aw:_ay. He saw, as he ran, that an arrow was sticking in the trapper's br-east. The arrow 'borei a War head! , . '. It was seJ.?,t by the Indian Alsek, Nate Shelby was po,sitive. CHAPTER VII. DEAL WITH D EA T H . " wall hyar ye are et last! " This genial sentence began the-conversation between The Black Rider and Saugeen Sam Jasmin, the outlaw leader, Sam, himsel , making the above remark: replied The. Blac k Rider, . "here I am at . last." ' . r ., " Wall?" " Well,?'" '' " Are ye doin' any tradin ' now er day;s? usual-.some." " Want to trade with us ? " indifferent_ Things' aren' t very good outside. I'm pretty well stocked up , but if you have anything real good, why all right. I mi ght a deal if things came to me i:n bargain Sam's face was wrathy but he was discreet. He did not wash t q ' quarrel the s mly _man he knew would, ' just then, be willing to take the goods he felt that he DJUSt sell, at any near a fair v aluation. " What are the things here valued at?" The Black Rider said in ' an indiffere,nt way. "I see y;ou have a lot of stuff"-but you'll have to deliver it smuggled over into the Unite<;I States, don't you know. I can't take the smug&ling risk. I wilLtake the risk of 'fencing' (receiving stolen . g oods) but that's alL" , Sam thm1ght quickly; ' . "Will ye give rpe t e n thousand dollars fer all thets hyar, " h e said, " deli vered in Chicago C. 0. D?" Without ev,en a , glance at the , plunder the Black Rider asked for an inventory of it. He glanced his eye down the list of articles when Sam haaded him .the inventory. "That's all right. ship it as mineral, specimens; C. 0. D., same ' old place in Shy, and I'll come over wi,th .the cash." . Sam gasped. Such liberality he felt had a reason behind it. ,For as a usual thing The Black Rider was a shrewtl bargainer. " I know what y,ou are, thinking o{," The Black Rider remarked qitickly. ' "Sam .I am going tb make my trip ,this time. I ' can afford to be generous." Sam laughed but it was a wry laugh. , " W ot's th' matter?" he said. "W'y are ye gain' ter fly th' coop?" " Had enough! Game about over." r " Don't you see that every year the game we are playing has pushed back fUrther and further toward the end of things? " "Naw! I cain ' t see wot ye mean." " Well, it's simple. You were all in the game witb me , were you not, for let' s see-how long is it we have been dealing together? " " Several years at least. Oh; ye hev been handlin' olll-' goods fe)." six 'year, even befoah we came hyar ter Rat Island." "Yes_. Well, things was going all right until this year-then you chaps put your foot in it." Sam's face expressed great surprise. "IN e puts our foot inter it? Say, wot t'ell! Wafs eatin ye? Hev we done ye in onny way? Ef we has, say, I'll mak_e good and ye kin bet 'tain't my fault I I ain't gotter 0o a good feller like ye is. Not much!" • The Bla'ck Rider shook his , head. " Your dealings with me are all right," The Black Rider rejoined. "You n eed not feel that is why I'm ou{ of the gap1e." " Good ! Then w ' y a r e ye quittin' us? " " Y o 'ur own fault." This r emark by The Black Rider made Sam stare wor s e than ever. ' "Et's be yai1t me, " Sam said. "I kin git no head nor no taill ter ut-hyar ye tells me thet things is 0. K. with me and you; then ye tells me I'm terr blame or some of !De gang-say, I cayan' t get to yar meanin'." Sam's face was red with his effort to understand. "Now look here," rejoined The Black Rider. " ,There's nothing I suppose that yotir gang has done that can make<> me_ blame you much, leastwise, not as mu c h as I might, but between us, you have made it impossible to deal with you any more. I can't deal with you from personal' reasons. The9e are first and only because l can not afford to be known to be dealing w:ifh you, Sam. Your reputation isn't the whitest in the North-West, Sam, en?" " I allow thet ut taint er-as white ez some er the snow on the tQp uv them mountains, over thyar, put say , beau, remember thet thar snow is thar all the while . Thar' s nuttin' but snow thet falls onto et. Now wit' me I , hev no w en then ter git inter connection wit' s ome o ' ye hones' men-they kinder sullies me wh'iteness . I suppose that thar fac' hez got erbout hyar. Wall, . I'm sorry. ef the rippertation I hez is goirt' ter hurt, yar unsullied hones 'ty." 'The Black Rider's lips were wreathed in smiles. " Good, Sam," Black Rider said, " I didn't think yo u had that gift of a 'come back' in you. Now I'm not putting up any bluffs as to my honesty, and' I am going to put it all down to one thing and that is I don ' t like to go to jail. Further asso-ciation with you will pretty sure land me there." " I swan I ain't on. " " Well, I will explain. Didn't one of your band shoot the . wife of Dave Irving the trapper?" " Yaas." • "Who did . "Alsek, one of nh Chipewyan's." "Hum! Well, I think you had better get rid that thug , quick." "WlJy? " .


14: THE AMERICAN INDIAN 'WEEKLY. " Because he's the chap and others of his kind that makes me quit you." "0-h-h!" . Saugeen Sam saw at la s t the ddft of his frie .nd's woods. The act shooting Mrs. Irving, was the reason why The Black Rider would make no more trips. to Rat Jsland. " I swan I kin not see wqts all this about," said Sam . "I d ian't go fer ter shoot up thet ole womern. Et was thet Injun the t potted her outen them bushes. Ef I'd er kno"( n he was a goin' ter do i t I swar I'd stopped it." : "That's it! You're in the case of poo r 0ld Dog Tray who was killed because he was in bad company. I don't know but that yo u are the v ictim of hard luck i n a way, but after a ll yo u brought this thing on yourself by the kind of men you let join your oan,d. If you will fool with poison Indian thugs, you must take what's coming to the thug." "Wall, I ain' ter blame--" " 1'\ onsen s e, Sam! You are a ll to blame! There isn't a man in the territory )aut that might excuse your shootipg-u p Dave Irving's place ' a nd setting it o n fire if you did it when he was home. You and. he had a feud on and he must know that when a man like you gets sore that there's only one outconJe and that is a resort to the g un. But in this case , you went to his home when h e was away, and held up the house and. burned it there was only a poor feeble old woman there. There i sn't a man in the territory that won't ju mp for hi ' s gun to ge t you after that fool break." Sam 's jaw was 'slowly .dropping with wonder and fear : It .was a new line of talk . that he was hearing. didn't like it either. • t "V-l all," ht; said, " I'm plumb sdhy d my s1J.ootin' up o f that thar lr'v1n' place he?: made so mucht hard feelins ' a g in ' ' me, but then I cain't see ez I was anyway.s so darned pop'lar in this part uv th' woild--" "No. You were looked upon as an outlaw but a decent one . Now you're looked upon as 11n outlaw, but not even one that a decent outlaw should asseciate with-Sam, you're in y.rrong! " ),./ ' Sam had not blu s hed in forty years, and he was nearly fifty year s b ld. He tried to keep back a trifling wa've of color that swept over his crime-stained face. ' , " Wall, did I git' inter. trouble fer what thet Injun A l se k did?" he asked. "That's the crowning trouble: You sure did get in that way up to your neck. It's that action that made all the rest seem so black. -Why, didn ' t you know that there's posses forming wherever there's a , white man li v in g to come here to Ra_t Island to clean you and your gang up?" • A1 hunted look, but a gfea m of hatred and malice, swept over Sam's face. " Let 'em come!" he shouted. "I kin hold this hyar Islan' agin the woild, an' don' t y e fergit it! " "No question by all that's fighting that you can-but I am not going to be embroiled in your fights. Keep agoin g as l o n g as you want to, but when you, did not string' Alsek, the Chipewyan, up for shooting Mrs. Irving,, you ended .your chance to do business with me. I'm not going to fight-and already you have brought down' the best man in the Royal Mounted Police and it looks to me that it isn't up, to me to fight • jour battles, brought on by your own foolishness. You fight them yourself-I'm only a tratler and not a . fighter • ' @f other nien ' s ' battles, so, if you mind, this ,trip will be about all f01' me! " ' Sam swore deeply. "I knawed it w'en I see thet ghost!" The Black Rider gave Sam a level glance. , . "What ghost?" he asked with, disdain. . "The ghost of Mrs. Irving-I ain't sed much erbout ut but I hez seen her spirut hyar on this island-she gits hyar in a canoe. Thet devil of an Injun wot shot ' Mrs. Irvin' he seen et too-he sez, thet he's gotter kill the husban' ot thet womern , Miss Irving. He's gone ter shoot-up Dave now, ter lay thet ghost o' his wife what the Injun sez will walk this Y.arth till her hu sban' cums t o her an' the onny way is ' ter shoot-up"" Irvin' too." . • "You foo l! " roared the Rider, who turned upon Sam with a face convul s ed " with passion. " You insen sate idiot! Do you m ea n that you have stood by and let that assas s in , of an Indian add anothe1 crime to the one he has already committed. Y

'• THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. l ' 16 . that arrow tha t knocke d me d ow!.).. Say, I thought a '' Strang e that he should be here in time to warn us. " t o n of brick had fallen 'on me." "'That' s what I think."-" Hope the arrow head isn' t poisoned," anxiously ' : And stranger that he was here at all? " said Nate_ _ Nate shrugged his shoulders. He kne w the of the Kogmollock's was to " f still think," he remarked quietly, "th\1-t there is shoot an ar,row into a bit of decayed meat. some the outlaws and that chap, . It meant death when shot later into an Black I don_ t know how I'm going to prov e b o dy. • ' It , but I th111k there will come the time when we will But there was no tell-tale greenish-yellow matter know full y what just now seems an im_penetr a b le indicating a p oisoned arrow to be seen on the arrowtery . " ' head which Nate examined closely. -"I you're on the trail, Nate," rejoined Dav e , "it "No, I'm sure there's nothing here that means any w o n ' t be s o much of a I?YSter y in a m onth, as it is p o i son, " Nate decided . "Thos e chaps didn't shoot a no w . " p oisoned arrow you Dave." The tWo friends heard at this point a f aint n o i s e that "No," r eplied Dav e , "they put over a pain-giving came f rom. the bushes where t h e dead Injun Jellachich one. Say, I'm sore in body and mind. If that wasn't lay. _ the limit-s h ooting me at m y age with an arrow! " O nl y t h eir trained wood smen s enses could hav e . There w a s infinite disgn s t upon the trapper's face. heard the noise. . He was s o funn y that Nate r oared with the humor of lt was faint, this n oise; as i f something heav y ' was t h e situation. . s lowly, ca refull y being removed by stealth. " Y o u s e e m to see som ething funny in all this;" cried " S o u n ds as if coyot e s had got at that Injun's body" Dave. " I f seeing a friend with' a h o l e iu his skin is snarled Nate as h e rushed o ver to where the de;d funny' a ll , ri ght! " body of the Indian ha@ been left, followed b y Dave Nate promptly apologized. who cam e slowly to the spot as his wound was still " I didn't mean it that way," he remarked to Dave. painful. " .. It was the sight of your disgust at being shot by such "Here is the hod-w ell I'll be kicked!" howled Nate, a primitiv e w eapon as an arrow. It was lucky for you • when he reached the spot where he had left the deadthai; an arrow was used." man. "There's no dead Injun here!" " Y -es, I suppose that's so , " gru1,11bled Dave. "If Dav e hurried as fast as he could to-take a peep at if had bee n a gun, Dave would not fie talkin-g to you the spot. n ow, w ould he? But say, why did_n't they use a gun?" He rubbe d his e y es in sheer amazement. " That's what's bothering me. They used a bow and There w a s _no body to be seen. . a r row because they didi1't want t6 make a noise. It " Do dead n'leh git up and walk?" shrieked Dav e in was to b e an a ssassination from .ambush, but it had to alarm. be a cc o mpli shed without noi se. Tlie fact that they " Not in modern dryly answered Nate. shot only. at you indicates that you alone were the one " But the Injun has disappeared!" they were after tl-iis trip-g!)t any secret enemy Dave? " " Very true! " Dave shook his .head . , " W h ere is the critter? " "Not that I know of, " he said, "but if he was a N ate's fin ger pointe d t o a broad trail on the soft s ecret enemy I'd not know o f it, you know, but I g r o und. didn't think up-to now that there was a man in the The trail w a s ab out a s broa d as a heavy man' s back worlcl that would want to git me, 'cept Saugeen Sam. would be; here and there could be seen little globules I suppos e .he wants to get m e if can, but knowing o f blood, with here and there a tiny p . ool o f liquid that Sam, as I do, I doh' t think he would use an arrow. had run down upon the green leaves that la y thick on He wouldn' t care if it l1e, or any of his gang the ground, tempest-tossed fram the forest. wouldn't care if he sen t 'em to turn the trick, what "Ah!" replied D ave, in answer to Nate's gesture. nois. e they made--" " A h ! " " " Then it looks to you as it does to me, that tbese Silently Nate follo wed the trail of blood and hardly Indians, for I'm sure that there were two of them, had had h e reached a little valle y behind the thicket than ' a reaso n for not ruaking a noise in their devilish work. something jumped at him like a lightning flash out o f They did n o t propose that yo_u, any way, pass the gloomy d_epths of the f o re s t and with a. fie r ce cry in vour checks with much noise about It-that 111 my clutc h e d a t his throat . N a t e g r asped the shape and a indicates that they did not wish some one to deadly fig h t began! kno w that you h a d been assassinated. The report of . a o-un carries far in these wilds." Dave sat up, now that the two men between them had patched him up pretty well . . He .was a tough old man, with plenty of resistance 111 his supple frame. He o-ave a keen glance at Nate. . "Nate, you su -spect that thre's one here that those Injuns want to'have hear a shot, eh?" ' ' Yes, " replied Nate. "You mean that chap' who called himself The Black Rider?" ' "Yes." " Who do you he is? " h 1 • h I 'd " "I haven't t e s tg test 1 ea. CHAPTER IX. SAUG E E N SAM IS FOILED. S am's hand did n o t get within two inches of hi s re v ol ver before the h and of The Black Rider clutched Sam' s arm. The Black Rider, with amazing stren-gth for one so Sam's arm until he howled,.Jor mercy. The Black Rider with the same twisting motion, j e rked Sam's gun from its holster with his hand. Then exerting all his strength The B'lack Rider p u , h erl S<1m ba<_:kwarcl. O Y e r hi s e x t end e d leg-. a nd Sam.


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. bandit chief as he was, measured his length on the ground with stunning force. , The winner of the sharp bout then darted to• his canoe, and in the 'time that S_am took to regai11 his scattered senses anG! the gallant young man was far out toward the mainland. _ "Ketc' h th!'!t ch,ap," howled the bandit, who saw that sever-al of his band had seen his ignoble defeat. ' 1 Ketch him, I say! " , . " Ketch who, eh?" asked Alsek, Who had just reach e d the island and was watching the scene with a twinkling eye. . . , " Thet Black Rider.?" roared Sam indicating the hair-like mar.k on the lake which by this time was all that wa, s l e ft of the canoe in which the doughty young m ,an o f mystery was speeding. "Waugh! Too use! " Alsek laughed a little as he spoke. He ,liacl mind to follow the Black Rider. He also had no mind to explain absehce to Saugeen Sam: "Whar's J ellach'ich?" roared Sam. "He went away with you, Alsek? " " N o know where, JeUachich gone ....... n,o, no know. Ugh!" r ep lied A lsek, which statement was stdctly true, as A lsek could not tell the present adq_ ress of . his whi, lom companion, althqugh in ' his mi!ld he kqew it was not earthly, any .longer. ' "Whar' s the Fest ' o' me band--" Sam howled no more. . Inste ad be ' check ' ed the words on his lips aqd then . rushed te> the canoe just vacated by Alsek and soon w as dri ving it through the water at . a won 'derft1l 'rate of speed. . followeq Sam down to the water's edge. He watched him speeding after the Black Rider for some "Waugh!" he said to himself. His impassive Indian face was lighted up by a smile of ple . asure. " Black R;der: -shoot-up Sam. Good! . Sam shoot-p'p Black Rider. Good! All along Alsek, he win. I Waugh!" . : r • • '\i\Tith . this rem,ark the Indian• ' stolidly w alked back to the camp a fey.r hundred feet away, to find it deserted. , 1 , • • • • • • There had been only a small number of the band on Rat Island for some Alsek knew, andhe l,"eaqily unde rsto o d that they were off ' some where on a foray, hence , Alsek saw, fhat noir Sam had left the island he was alone upon it. There was a smile of _pleasure in the fac e of the Indian, when he saw the treasure that had been offered for sale spread before him, where Sam had b ee n _try'ing to get ;r'he Blaek Ridtm re ' plied Sam. ' ' ' . "No eat, eh?" said the Indian. "Naw! Thet chap gits away this heah time-but you want ter be 'round) w'en I gits me meat-hooks inter thet Black Rider. I'll make him hunt his hoss and ride here 'Sam's voice flowed along into a choice assortment of oaths that he thought fitted the I • occaston. . . I . . His chain of continuous ' oaths, however, was broken by the Indian. • '' Ghost 'cotne back,'' said Alsek. " What 1 questioned "Ghost of Irv;ng woman . . I"


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKJ,. Y. 17 Sam jumped up, his face white with his grevious anger. I , • He rushed at the Indian. His huge hairy paws, clutched the Indian by his throat. Sarti ga;ve a mighty heave with his entire 'frame. The Indian sprang up in the air like a bird, and went flying over backwqrd into tl)e water, si5'f' away, a tinJ arm of the lake made a sort of creek, eig-ht or ten feet deep. ' The INdian went into the wat!!r like a great whale. He quickly emerged and in one or two strokes was back on the land again, as mad an' Indian as evex: was on earth. . . His anger was not more than that of Sam's. Alsek ru13hed1 at his chief, who started for his gun, , but the weapon lay many feet away where. 'Ylie . Black had dropped it when' the two white men tried conclusions. ' Alsek also wa; weaponless. ' His rifle lay behind Sam where he had left it in his rush lakeward to escape the ghost of Mrs. Irving, he remembered. ' Neither man seemed to tlaink o . f their hunting knives, {or they did ntt regard these as weapons. Alsek, . his face . in a grimace of hate, started for the ch-ief of his outlaw hand only to be met with the same tact'ics as before. Alsek found himself flying through the air again, and hurtling into the cool depths of the water in a jiffy. Cool water cools angry pass ions quickly. Alsek emerged a beaten Indian. He was a: v.ery wet one " also! . His pligpt caused a great wave of -merriment to escape . Sam. ' . ' " Haw I Haw! Haw! " Sam cried. "You will git gay .Wit' t' boss, will ye? Y e say 'ghost' me again, ye therivi' son of a wood bison an' pl eat y-e alive, ; This hated. threat of Sam's made Alsek shiver all over; fQr the bandit in a rage seemed ' to be capable of eating an enemy, , either raw 0r fr . ied! . "Now ye git over thar an' ye throw yar knife ter me," cried Sam. " I ain't go in' ter run no risk o'. Y

18 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. He seiected the best of the peltries, "ltook some o . the other articles, but not more than he could easily carry, nodded to Sain and Alsek, and tpen leaning over to Sam said one word, that made the bandit turn purple. The stranger next hurried to his canoe, and flashed away like a thing of the dreams thaf come with Nightmares! A n hour p assed ! Then o n e o f the band, w ho .had returned r'ather unex p e c t edl y , r e leas e d 'the chief of the outlaws and the India n. The two me n , I nd i ari and white, expected to hear the Heavens crac k with the ex plosi v e language of Sam, the ir lead er. B u t Sam se em e d to be in a dream. H i s face was white, I 1 is staring. The whis p ere d to. him b y the hold-up stranger seemed to h ave pa r a l yze d the outlaw' s w its. H e knelt d own a nd without a word began looking . ov e r tlle p eltries and mi s cellaneous loot of the outlaws. Sam saw th a t a box w hich conta i 1te.d . a g r eat of stol e n g o ld-d u .st w as m . iss i ng , h e well knew that -the stra nge holdu p m an had take n it. . , whis-pered Saugeeq Sam, the great, strong, n 9 t o rious Q tltlaw. "Robbed. ! I've been robbed like a ' t arnal tende r-f oot in me own outlaw camp!" Sam burs t into bitter tears. / " For the love G' ' Moses, " whispered the bandit who bad rescued the ca1ptain of the band, wliose name was Jimmy the Dip. . , "Wh-e-n whi-te m-an c-ry, some o-n-e gits k-i-11-ed," A l s ek. " I skip! Waugh!" 1 Suiting tll.e ' action to the word, in true Delsarte' metho d, the p olitic Indian started for canoe. He had n o t gon e te n steps away when Sa).lgeen Sam ' broke l o o se, and his wrath w a s splendid in its intensity. "I'--". The word fro.ze in the oandit's throat. Way over from the mainland.thete echoed the sound ' of a rifl , e , shot, which the bandits seemingly as a mess a ge that spelled trouble. CHAPTER X. ATTACKED. BY A WOLVERENE. ' The h a nd s o f Nat e Shelb y clo s ed on the beast that had attacke d him. . Althoug;h , he was scratched and torn paiRfully in m oment he m anag ed to get a grasp on the shape that was tearin g a n ti biting at his neck. , , ' Nate's h a nd s cl os ed over an animal covered with rich thic k fur ; its short legs had long curv ed claws upon t liem , and these claws it W?-S wielding v.;i_0 the Utmost ferocity. The animal was about three feet long, quite round, and emitte d a s it fou ght a strong musky odor. It was this that identified it in the mind of Nate, as a wol v erene, the savage member o f the bear fa , mily, whose fero ' city, voracity, and cunning had been in his childhood days the theme of many' ' a story, an9. which he welL knew w as a formidable beast when aroused. "' The beast was tearing at his throat,, and Nate was trying hard to fight it off, for one long .cut from its rqzor-like claws would kill the fighting young man, almost instantaneously. , "It's a wolverene!" shouted Dave, the trapper, as. \ I . . ,.. he tried to get a chance to drive his hunting knife into the bea s t, which had fastened its teeth and claws, in Nate's clothit'l'g, and seemed to fit there like a huge animal growth. " Did you think I thought it was a canary bird?" stuttered Nate. "It was up a tree waiting for us; it jumpe(J. down when we got near enougli and has got a strangle " . . words w ere n o t said C011!1ectedly. They were said 111 short gasps. N ate was too busy to talk in sente nces. Ln spite' of the d anger from the. wolverene Dave had to laugh. The animal clun g like a bat to Nate, and clawed a nd scratc hed and s creeched as it did so. Nate fought the b eas t off manfully, and while bleeding from many tiny wounds, maqaged to keep the • bea s t from t ouching a vital spot. . " Hold the there-i"ll. get it now L" cried Dave at length. He drove his keen knife to its hilt in the neck of the animal, and it s o on was dead after pretty we, ll so iling Nate's clothes with its b1ood. ' Nate, as s..,oon as he fel . t the wolverene .,stifjening his grasp, ft11ng it fq)m him, and it rolled over and over, until Dave; !trapper like , began to skin,it. . "It' s pelt will sell _ for something any way," Dave explained. " Better make hay while the sun shines. It's shining now en me while I skin this .beast." " I feel as if I 1 ave been through a threshing ma chine ," gasped Nate. " Y o u look thepar t. Or better yet, you looked as if y0u started through a black-berry bush swamp with a jag, " replied Dave. "Confounck,. that w ol.v erene," 'rejoined Nate. "It w ill take me a month of Sundays .to get cured up." Dave, whp whatto do under the circumstances, pulled out a needle-case filled yvith surgeon's needles, lint, bandages, and general things to bind up superficial wounds with and s oon he had the young constabte undergoing his , treatmen_t. Se vera l cuts had to he sewed up; others were bathed in clear water and bound up because Dave knew that Nate in the ' clear atmosphere of , the far North,where . o ne sleeps outdoors most all the nights of each surrinter, lives on plain t o o d , and e x ercises all the, time, would be in little danger of blood poison 'ing; men in the 'great . North-West ljved after wounds that would kill a town man. A s a matter o f concrete and condensed fact, Nate did not think his wounds really. needed dressing; , in fact he thopght it was a waste of time to take the steps, necessary for simple _ "Aw, what's the use of all this fussing," said Nate. " I a m not hurt any and" . Shet up," r . eplied Day e . . "It isn't the fact that your hurts amount to much, but a half dozen 6f these scratches I see would leave a nasty scar if thex were not s ewed up-some of them will leave scars but' they will be pretty dcent scars after I have sewed you up. " " Thank you. Are you a Household PeC sewing machine? Qr are you a Sewer Improved? ; • snapped Nate. "You appear to be 'the boss sewer of the North \7V est' but I'll tell you your seams aren't' sewed straight! " ' As Nate spoke he poiQted to a zig-zag cut on his I


THE AM.ERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 19 f orearm, w hich the tra]Dper h a d sewe d up, and which was not a neat sample 'of excellent sewing. " You make your sti} che s lo o k like a newly laid rail fence,' ) ' said Nate as he shut one eye and looked with a squint along his arm. _ " Don't make a fool o f Y.iO u rself by such unealled for r e marks ,'' replied Dave. "I sew my 'seams', as you call 'em, tha t way on your account-you hate the. mo notony of plain, careful sewi -ng a n d like the wide-brush effect eff ected b y white -wash artists: " Nate w inked. In f act, he a l so lau g h ed. "Why d o you s tipp ose tha t wol ve rene attacked me?,; Nate aske d . • . • "Becau s e you a r e young a n ' t empting . N o self res p ecting wol ve r ene woul d a t tack me. I'm old and stringy, and n o m ount of l a b o r in the way of mastica tion w o uld 1ne a n ything e l s e but an old tough trap per. .You are diffe r ent. " , "Shut up!' I don't know w h y the an' imal attacked me. W olverenes don' t atta ck a s a u s ual thing. I1m g oin g to investigate that tree. " _ "You mean the tree the wol verene jumped out at. you from ? ' " . "No I mean tha t tall m aple over there about se vep mi les behind you. " . , . " Dm) ' t get gay! Go ahea d with your investigati on s. I a in ' t ' curio u s-es peci a ll y w h e n a man comes a n d sez 'there's a de a d Injun' i n the.bushe$; then he sez 'naw t h e r e ain' t n o d ea d Injun in the bushes, come whe n I 'co m e o n', p op, out jumps a beast who attempts to chaw y ou u p and i f I h a dn ' t got with m y knife would hav e d o ne so in a hurry. " "Well I tancy that you w ill think me crazy but I c an't help thinking tija t the d isappea r a nc e of the dead I ndi a n , and the' attac k o f the wolve r ene had some c onnection. " Dave sho ok 11is h ead sadly. . " Poor you g m ap," h e sai d, _ " and the r e's n o t a crazyhouse in fourtee n hundre d mil es! " Slightly nettle d in spite of his smiling . face , Nate marcqed directly a t the tree in the midst of the,thicket fro m which he had been attacked by tl:'te wolverene. faint bleating sort of a cry came to, him-n.o, it was more like the f aint snarl o f a b ea r , and Nate, who knew animals w ell, knew quickl y that the sound came from t h e tree. " Cub wol verenes: Oh, I see, " he said. D a v e -tilted his cap o n o n e side and smiled sheepishly. " I'm on, " Dav e s aid . " Wol vere nes live in naturaL c a ve rn-like h o le s in t h e g r ound and bring up their young there. They d o n ' t up i? trees. Nor they attac k man lik e that amma l dtd you, e xcept m w h a t it tho u ght w a s d e f en s e oi its young . w olverenes l iv e on young foxes, if it c a n get the m , and. don't chase foxes up trees-that anunal and its y o ; m g w as put there s o that when w.e came b y it would jump us_. Why a rat would fight f o r its young ! A wolverene a sandy little beast and while there' s been a lot of nature-faking a b out it, you let l?-1e it to .,tl }at a man had,' _ better not try to 1ts young . . Nate was inclined to b e sentimental right there. But when he looked ' ove-r to the dead wolverene, now; skinned of its fu li; and saw its pelt neatly squar.ed and packed in the kit-bag the old trapper carried on h,is back, the humor of the situation struck him and he laughed untilthe woods rang. " Yes, " Nate said. " The fact is that the de .ad of has been dragged away. Whoever dtd it wante d time and the y happe ne'd to come across a co lon y of young wol v erenes, picked them up, shoved them up that tree, knowing that old Mrs. Wolverene wo.uld c ome home so on, miss her children and go huntin g for the m. This chap figured that by this time we , would be h o t o n t l;e trail and planned this di version for trs w ell i t di v e rted u s, all . right! " Dav e lo o k e d c o n v ince d. "Ytmr o n, " h e saKI. "You've just about got to take it d ow n your throat that you were the mo s t di verting spec t a cl e I ever s a w when tha t w ol verene jumped onto you-and you c a n bet a l so that n o white brain put up that b i t of cunqing.. It was an' I njurl' jumped that plan. It '\vas a fin e game and i t sartin' d iverted all "Com e o n ," rej o ine d N ate. " You said tha t when the wol v e r ene s t o pped ye-I'll foll ow a ll right b u t ent1 e nous , a s they seem to say in t he bopks n ow and t hen, i f yo u beg . irr with w olverenes a n d g row b igge r aS' we go 'fo llowin on' that there will be a g r eat polar bear on t o us ne x t. " " Oh, there ' s a lo t of w il d animals out here that .can maLce o u r prog1 ; ess a trium p J 1 a l one of slaughter, besides 'polar bears, and b e s i d es w e aren' t far enough North for those gentry. , I fljuns i s the worst varmits we are l i ab le t o meet--" ''How about outlaws?" ' "Wel-1," said Nate. "There' s . outlaws enough about u s . It see m s to m e ,that we have d qne enough plotting to do three hundred bands .of bandits but it a l so and likewi s e t o m e -that w e don' t do anything ' b u t plot. " " Well , some t ime we w ill put a plot o ver,'' replied Dave. " \i\1 e w ill get then into the centre of the game." ' " O r so m e o ne with a ri fle w ill get a dead centre on us, e ll? " ' " I t h ey l and v;r e won't h a v e t o plot any more. " "'That'sright!" . Nate and Dave had a ll this w hile been " o n " a l o n g the w id e trail w he r e the -yeriest child could see some heavy body had b een dragged. " W e a r e getting n e a rer," cried Nate at length, as he pointed to the trac k s . " See , how fresh they are?" Ten pac es u p a hi ll and Nate stopped with a cry, w hil e hi s rifl e like a fla s h went up and trained itself o n a m a n , who . s t ood over the de a d body of the Indian J e ll a c hi c h . " D o n ' t shoo t ," crie d the man, with both .hands over hi s head in the f orm of a huma n , "Y", which means from o n e en d of the world to the other in the sign language of a ll the sava g e tribes-"Friendship !" "Wait a s e cond b e fore you kill that fellow," chipped in D ave , t h e Trapper bri s kl y . "Now y ou, stranger, w h o a r e you? Speak up. q ui c k o y o u 're a dead man!" , C H APTER XI. A PLOT THA T " C AME OV_ER!" The human "Y" was grinning from ear to ear. 'F h e gun Nat e She lb y car r ied began to waver a little. There i s something i i 1fe c ti'ous in a grin that comes to o ne from'. another face in the' shadow of the NorthW est for e st. Any face sav e one's own or one's compani<,>n is wel come; s ometim es the horrible monotony of loneliness makes even an enemy1s face look welcome. Friend or foe in this case Nate Shelby amiably O'rinnned back at the grinning stranger-was it a stran• ;; er-N ate roared this time. ' t'>


• ": . . , • I ' TH$ . ' I ' . • .. 1. . /';,. :'I ' . J'' ,.,_,I.' , • ( , '1 , 1 I \ t\, ,! • .. 1 , f 1 The man. making the "Y" and grinning so ' amiably . T-o the '-Black Rid e r, Nate s ' aw, the shaao w cif. de.ath was the Black Rider. ' that was by -Iri<'iian , Jellachi c h, " Here' s that Rider flgain," -crjed in an . meant' not. hirig was undertone. " Pull down you r gun! I can do this slim. was all. . ' .,.. ' : " ' '1 •• . jim with one hand tied behind my back and .the, other "You are fond 6, cigarettes," askedcNate' sadl z'-\in .t in my pocket. " . ' need of .something tQ make talk with. \ ';. f:J,i•:, '{''') . . f . / Seeing Nate lower his gun the Black Rider' ap-"Oh, ind : eed, as I hav e often I ddfe ,on . preached. replied the Bla-ck Rider. "Do you :van f the .. "I,I6wdy," said the Black Rider amiably. . my favorite brand?" . . . ' 'If 1 • . "Howdy," . repeated Nate, while Dave walked over Nate' s sent the Rider off intq a ga' le of to see the dead Indian' s body leaving Nate and the laughter. . . . , , . , . ,' Black Rider alone , ' "You 'See I to goad ' " Far frqm camp aren't ye?" asked the Black Rider friend, Sam his band, my favorite brand. of Nate. yoM Sam.and.all' his fellow bandits.nowsmoke'. " " Not so very far . How comes it that you are _here?" ;no other d. " -c:, . , ' l " Me? Oh, I came on horseback . . That's •niy rate's ptt:zzled face , to the Black Riaer . ' back there-you can see him from here : . , . , greatly. . .-. ' .:' ' ,.,., , . •' ' " 'Oh?" "'" D o you mean to tell me that you knpw Sam, ' tJte . 1 . " Whose Injun name belongs to that stiff there, your, outlaw?" , . . ,: ,, • frienQ. Dave, the Trapper is looking at?"" " Yes. ' ! . ; . . l\ 1•:r. "Don' t you know? " " Y ou know him very " . . ., \. ":Vknow? How?" " . , . "Intimately. In fact I'v e known him for a 'great , ' \ You seem to be_interested in the .body?" many years. " ' ' "Not I." " D o y ou that y o u hav e had' dealings with . " W hen we fir s t sighted you were standing over it." hinl.? i' ' ' " Ye s that's true. I saw a lot of buzzards sailing ' ': Certainly. Inti.inat e on ' es. " down the wind and 'I know that buzzards !blow down "What?" , , 1 • . after there's been a kill 6 f some kind. " . " Did I . not speak . plainly? . l • said tha't I had had " Ah . " , intimate dealing!;) with $am, the leader o! a " , . , .band of outlayvs w , b o at, the " Pro ceed please.' 1 ' ren d e z v ous on Rat Island. " . , . , "Tha t i s what I did . " "They are eh? " p tit in Dave. "I tell' ye, Nate' , w"'e "Did h av e g o t to .stop thes e bandit:j this trip-the -idea of " Proceed." rend'e z'lJo u sin' about our t erritory-they ought to be " I see . " ashamed. Ain ' t there some law that we can arrest 'em "That's clever of you. I proceeqed along at under for rende z voui ng?" . length I rai s ed the hill o ver there. I say.r how ,the . Nate managed to keep his face from crC;Lcking but the. buzzards were . congregating about something in the . Black Rider did not to hear Dave at all. . . f hollow . " _ . ' . , . ' a Oh . yes," the Black Rider said ; . f 'Tve known Sam !' Ho ! Ho! , . for probably five or si x years-may b _ e longer.;!-and I've ; " I dismo'unted. I tied my horse over there and came bee? of a ll his stuff ,,for .. him over in I down to the buzzard cover ' e m point--" ' ' . , ' Unlted States. } ' ' ' • . . "To find an Injun. Deader than a smelt but still "W-p-a-t?'" said Nate. "Man, areyotl. crazy?" . an Injun. Then you hailed m . e at the butt end of " .Not a bit of it. You see, I in the habif your infernal disturbing rifle-and I put up the peace of coming up here o'nce in a w hile and appraising Sam!s sign, and there 3'0U are . My !;>tory is all told, you can . stuff. Then I'd bu y what he had-er. accumulated put in the chapter heads and the s ub-heads as you will during the time l was out. of the territory." any time. " . " Oh. Then you acted to Sam' s

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I seems to me that you-carry a pretty long title for the: "That's what I think." size of your force here displayed. " " so do I. " Dave grinned. 1 " But wbat we think doesn't help much." Tllis has been general feeling all .over the North-"No it doesn't helg a great deaL" W that the Mol!lnted Police. V'{as a fine body of men There's not much possibility of our convicting this but that there wasn't enough of the force to go around. cbap of being a fence, or. a smuggler if we tried." Nate could ?-Ppreciate kindly joke even if it was "Not a chance in the world." . against hi'l11self. • . The two men thought awhile but came to no possible "I guess I am spread' rather thin here," he cried. solution of their troubles. . . "I'm the only man of my force here this side of Fort Each phase of the Black Rider's peculiar slfuY was Assinniboine and that's a good many miles off. But gone into and was weighed carefully. ' while I ' m spread pretty thin I think there's enough of But there was no solution possible to it the two men me to arrest you, esp e cially, as I am pretty nearly as saw. . big again-as you and 15esides rpy side partner :P,ere is If Black Rider told the truth, the evidence lay in , with p1e in anything I \lo. " Chicago, where the goods were smuggled. If Sam, the put ve_ry decided affi;mative nod. outlaw, went before a •jury and tried to swear that " You b e t I m wtth. ye," he smtled. the Black Rider was a smuggler it would do no good. " How very po e tic, " airly replied the Black Rider. There would be d oubts in any court as to be" But what are y o u g oing t o arrest me for?" lieving much that the outlaw said. 1 • " B uyin g s t o l engoo d s of the outlaw gang led by the "Don' t seem as if I had a leg to stand on in fam ous bandit Saugee n Sa111 Jasmin, and the an arrest," said Nate after l ong deliberation. same over into the United States of America." "That' s my vie of it. " . " Go o d grac i ous! How perfe ctl y dt:eadful to do all " Guess I w on't make an 'arrest. " that. Of course you kno w that in British North ' "I wouldn't if I were you. But what I would do America a libel uttered in the presence of a third would be this-if I could, I would try and find why person i s slande r per s e . I mi ght surprise you ,by a suit the Black Rider is here." for slander if you arr'est me. " : " " That mi ght be a good idea. He at least might _be "Man, a re Jou crazy? Didn' t you just now confess trappe d i h to makin g s o me kind of a statement that that you smuggl e d stolen g oods out of this territory, w o uld get us neare r the outlaw gang. VI/ e are taking and over to the United States where you sold the said an a w ful lon g while to get sot:ne where and we aren't goods." ' doing much of anything but getting into some kind of "Never s a id such a thing in my life." a pickle day by day:; but we are not getting into touch "Neve r s aid such-s ay, Dav e , you heard him say with the outlaws." so, didn ' t you?" So Nate turned toward the Black Rider. '"Of c ourse. He' s jest !yin'." . He started in some amazement. "Well, I s a y I ne ver confe ssed such a crime as _.YOU The Black Rider had gone fast to sleep. The smoke charg e me w ith. Now then h o . w are you going-to prove from a cigarette w:as still curling up from the sleeping the crime on me?'' ma,n's fingers showing that he had not passed Nate saw the point. Iono-. . He could not prove any c riminal action on the part of ""'Shall '1 wake this cool individual up?" asked Dave. The Rider that would stand in any court of law. " I think I w0uld. " . " You can distort what I said to you into a confesSo Dave went and nghtly touched the sleeper on his sion , " the Black Rider remarked calmly, " 'but no one torehead. r would believe you i1f you_ did. I would simply deny The Black RiCier was up in a moment. that I had confessed-how are you going to prove "Ah, " he said carelessly. " I had fine sleep. " that I have?" " By the te.stimony•of _myself and Dave the Trapper." Then he yawned! "Pretty slim to go to a jury on,". answered Dave and Nate exchanged glances. They could not The Black Rider.' "Oh, -very well. If you wish to help admiring the careless abandon of the young man. arrest go on but I doubt whether you can make it "I fancy that you win," said Nate with a smile. stick.'! , "There doesn't seem to be the slightest chance for me Nate knew that he heard the truth from .the Blackj to fasten any confession on you if I made an arrest Rider's lip s . . of your person. So, if you don't mind, we will call it But before he took action finally he decided to tqlk a duaw. " w!th Dav e w!1ose horse se n se he knew could be relied " How of you. I like the man who admits his d e feat s o gracefully . " upo n. . A cc ording ly he drew to one stcle. "What did you thii1k o f this Nate asked. " Y o u m ean the Black " said Dave. . "Yes." . " He i s crooked all -right. " " No question of " "He knows Sam, .the outlaw." " Is without doubt in cahoots with him." " L ooks that way." " Probably hi s story thaf he is a fence for The Smu.g ' gl ' ers of Little Slave La. ke i s true." " Little question of that." "ThiJ-nk you, " cried N:ate his charming smile. " M y, what a pQlite bunch," said Dave. "Hereafter when I am going to kill a lynx I shall take off my high take an easy position so that my dress-trousers will not' crease and say, 'Mr. Lynx permit me to kill you.' And Mr. Lynx will reply 'Oh don't mention it.' Then I will shoo t and the animal will be killed. It will hay.e been s laot according to the new social code you two gents have just promulgated." . " Is it il1 the new social code to bury that Indian over there?" asked the Bl a ck Rider. '


' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY.' \ " Bury an Injun bau dit me? Not ' so that you could CHAPTER .XII. notice it! " said the trapper. _. . "Then " replied The Black Rider, " I'm going to I TIIE DEATH w , show you that if you can not arr.est me you can arrest The shot startled Sam from his ol Sam the outlaw." wrath, and also suspended-the oaths that trembled on Nate turned red, and then white. His emotions his lips. " . showed quickly, for the arrest of the outlaw was some" What's that?" he asked in affright of Alsek. thing that lay near his heart. He had tried so hard " Dunno," replied lhe Chipewyan. . to the arrest and had been baffied so often that . -u Guns don ' t go off of theirselves" yer fool, nor do hope '61-.'itccomplishment was not thoroughly impressed guns walk through them woods, " shrieked Sau-in liis breast. 'He had been tasting the bitterness of --gee n Sam. . , . defeat in advance. The' s t o lid shrug of the Indian was all that Alsek "If you aid in the arrest of Sa).lgeen Sam, the outg ave . ' He knew that )lis bandit fellow-member of the law," said Nate slowly, "there will be a heavy1 regang , ] ellachich , would not come anyway and he_ ward awaiting you for the gallant deed." . , had every reason to doubt that the. missing Kogmol-" Don't mention it," lightly answered The Black lock would rise "ttp to d.ispu te him; and it was riot wise Rider. ''.I am not working for rewards, Nate Shelby, to tell all one knows. . t • for the only reward I ask for is that of seeing-Sam ar-So Alsek merely. shrugged h,is shoulders and said rested. He and I have a personal misunderstanding in nothing. our hands, and feeling thus, while I am to aid " Whar' s J ellachich?" roared Sam. " What's thet you iR trapping Sam, I am not going to you m therive son of woo d-bison, the Kogmollock-has ting the rewar d for the reward-the 1s enny o' ye fellers 'seen enough for me." Alsek his stolid shrug again. _ Nate saw the force of the words .and said nothing. The only other member of the outlaw band on the How far a man's desire for revenge would carry him island then, Jimmy The Dip, also shrugged his shoul-. he well knew. He knew it would carry further tHan ders in imitation ' of the Chipewyan. . any reward would stretch. 'The lack of answer made Sam extremely angry. "I acc 'ept your aid,' ' Nate said. "What ' do you ad"Who saw the Kogmollock last?" he in vise?" a threatening tone:' ' . . "You give me your vv:ord o f honor as a : man," said . " I,'' replied Alsek, "fearing that some member of the The Black " that you will ask no questions. of bandit gang i1ow on a cattle stealing expedition might me, but will let me put up. a plot that wi, ll 'come come soon a;nd state that he had seen last 2'0ing over.'" as)wre w itf1 the rnjs sing man_ "I go 'shore wit' KogNate hesitated. He hate d to pledge his word,like . mollock." most men who mean to keep their ,word. " WHere " did hego when you went ashore ye red The Black Rider saw the hesitation. / devil? " queried Sau1 suspiciously. .. " You see your plots have ' come over' so weB ; that " I no know,'' replied Alsek . " He say, ' Me go kill .. any way I might not do much worse:-and I am willing deer.' He go, that all. Ugh!" to say that nothing in my plan in any way will effect " Didn't he come back?" your as a ' Constable o.f t,heRoyal orth" Now? " _ West MountedPolice ' (whew, tsn t that a tltle to ,,. Did ye hearn tell o ' him arter he went deer-kilJar you?)" motked The Black lin'?. " , "No. " . Nate hesitated no longer. "Did you see him?" asked Sam of Jimmy The Dip. " I agree under that to abidt: by plari, " N o . I saw him go ashore with "'Alsek-that was ask no questions, and to asstst you all we can, Nate all." . 1 1 said. " Then he did riot fire thet shot," shouted Satn-; "Make that agreement read 'me too,'" cried Dave. " 'Naw,., I'm sure he didn't.-Thet from a rifle, The Black Rider nodded. ] ellachich had nuttin but er re-volver an\ a bow an' He pulled a tiny silver whistle out of his pocket, some atTers w'en he left ,this hyar ca111p:" and gave one long shrill blast. . ' ".Waugh!" Alsek just then. a'S he poi!Jted to a . As if the whistle had called them into active life advancmgt canoe. . . . six ' s ' len did black horses came plunging from the . Sam s face , expressed great surpnse, as tt n:ttght, f r ' whenthe canoe had touched the tsland form lt was the <:>r!'!S . , biggest negro' that his eyes had ever beheld. , Each h o rse bore on a man. .The strange figure calmly left the canoe. . ,They. were all dressed m Jet black. T.hey were .re-It was dressed in the same tiglit black suit of clothproductl(; m s of the form of _:The Black Rtder s ,tandmg ing that Sam knew so well as the garb of The by the stde of Nate. Rid e r. As they forward a few rods, then The suit together with' tlie coal-black 'skin

' . ' . THE AMERICAN. INDIAN WEEKLY. • t.., • }" • at 'its center by a wonderful great ruby. 'The " Any o ' ye chaps heard anythin' from de boys?" he stone must have been worth several thousand dollars. asked in a surly tone. Thl color:ed mim held in liis hand a curiously curved " 1 Naw, " replied Jimmy The Dip. sort of a scimitar. , Alsek shook his head. .;I.t' s square point glistened in the afternoon sun. . "They muss be erbout ter Fort Assinnib . oine, eh? " • .. • The jeweled hilt of the scimitar bore gems of value. Sam asked. . " T he y was e rgoin ter hoi-up th' Fort. They shone above the black hand that grasped the coach w'en 'it gits thar from down Fort Churchill way, hilt, _q.nd between the man's fingers in absorbing waves eh?" of color. . _ "Yas s , " replied Jimmy The Dip. " They was. They Sam gazed. open-mouthed at this apparition. sed ter me 'fore theys st::p::ted thet they was a .goin' as " Who are ye? " . he thundered at length. " What far as Fort Assinniboine. Thet's a long ways frum hyar , d 'ye do hyar onl'me island wit' out an they ain ' no hope frum them. Ef this hyar's a death The negro did not reply. warning we haster face it ourselves, we three, fer they Instead he the point of his 'scimitar t9ward ai'nt no u s e er hoP,in' thet the rest o ' the gang will git Sarri . / back .' . They ain ' t got te r A ssinniboine ter say nuttin' Sam gras ped his gun at his side. er . com-in' back jest yit-w e feller s hez got ter fite this But he did . not draw when he saw that the scimitar hyar stunt 'out tergetter. See ? " b o re a note on its point. All saw. \ For me? " asked Sam of the negro, indi<;ating the " I n o like ," s aid Als e k. " The Black Rider he all note. ' lone when w e s ee urn l<).st bet he may git over t' The\negro bowed in affirmation. Nate Shelby. He b-a-cl ma-n! He, 'Sam ,took the note gingerly. He started to open it b-a-d! Waugh! " , andas he did sci the negro his scimitar in a This exp_ressi o n drew a n o d o f understanding from jeweled sheath at his left side, and folding his arms, Jimmy The Dip. ' with stately steps walked to his canoe, which was "If them three f e llers , The Black Rider, Dave The decked in flowers, andwas swathed in a maroon velvet Trapper and Nate Shelby the Mounted Cop hez joint canop y over its sides and interior. . f o r-cee s , we tree f eller s hez got th' fight o ' c,ur lives ' . Vlith a paddle entwined in flowers the tremendous on u s,' ' remarked Jimmy The D'ip. figure swept his tiny craft with ease toward the main" I'm afraid boy s that we are' trapped," said Saugeen land, arid bef o_re the astonished bandits wink, had Sam. " I don't like the outlook a bit. Them chaps disappeared into the line that marked where sky aiJ.d hez got tergether all ri g ht. They ain't a fintin' me water seemed to meet. ' alone. Them fellers Nate Shelby an' Dave Irvin:' hev . "Waugh!" muttered Alsek. been back ter back fer me e ver since you, Alsek1 shot "Whatand whar did that big nigger corrie from?" M iss Irvin'-you -dirty red-thug, ef I didn't ne,ed -ye whispered Jimmy The Dip. I'd he v ye strung up fer that fool shootin'." Saugeen S a m said nothing. . . A baleful light showed itself just for a second in 'His face was a mixture of. astonishment and fear. . Alsek ' s e y es , just as a roll of thick smoke hoverjng He was staring with strained eyes at a bit of whitej over a grand prairie fire brea'ks away to allow a wide paper. flare of fire to s w eep up t•o be smothered in a moment Roughly drawn on the paper was the of a .man, by the leaping, soaring smoke. ' , hanging to a rude gallows , n 1ade by placmg a bit of " I get hunk! " sneered the Indian. wood on two upright rough-hewn tree supports. " Yes ," dryly and a bit sadly said saugeen Sam. The note' bore these words" You g o t hunk, but you have probably got your pri'.' The Death W a n z{ng." vate re venge, but sacrificed us all ter thet thar Dave Sam looked long at the paper. He showed it to Irvin' fer he isn't a manter forget The Trappe1 's Veng-Aisek and Jimmy The Dip. eance,.'' 1 " V,That d 'ye think it means?" asked Jimmy in an " If I had P o nce Plassey here," sneered Saugeen awe-struck tone. ' Sam , "you bet I would hev a game wit' them th,ar Dunnd," said Sam. fightin ' men thet s end m e such messages as these. "Aey' writinoon talk-paper on back?" inquired I'd make it ' a death warnin' fer them like thunder!" Alsek with the of the red-man wanting to see , "\i\Th o SReaks o' P o nce Plassey-say, ):"e feller s seem all sides of a propositio n, while the white man stopped ter be plumb loc o ed an' air a settin' 'round hyar like a to puzzle over one side. Iotter coyotes , ' : cried a familiar voice. A lsek awaited an answer from Sam, who h

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I errand of "shooting-up," Nate Shelby, and his awaiting companions. One comprehensive look satisfied Nate. There was going to be a fight, that was sure! "Greatest ever," 4e remarked. "No one knows the habits of the amate1,1r sportsman, would not but swear that the trail there was laid out by a cplony b these CHAPTER XIII. chaps. J'hey <;:orne up here they lay a: trail every: . . THE / ' FRAME UP." w):lere that looks as if it was made-by q. regiment." ' "Well, it looks to me as if the ' frame up,' was The Black Rider grinned. ready." " I see you know them," he said. " Yep, . I am .with The Black Rider said this to Nate Shelby, at this . you: I hate anything , of the amateur class from an point, af er an hour of endeavor had "fixed things" amateur actress to .ri amateur sportsman-all keep for the expected' visitors in the lawltss Sam Saugeen 4n bonest professional out of a good job. • We know outlaw band. , what it means up here. There's not a }'l'ild animal that "Things are ready;" said Nate in surprise. " w0t1ldn't hunt i:l:s holeJor ever when it hears the noise do you mean?" 1 • • , of these amateUI !s. They scare alt the off and are He had beeri sent as an outpbst to. Cli1nb .the fall est about the worsf nuisance you could possibly fancy.'' ( , tree he could find for the purpose of looking oyer Nate lauglaed. , toward Rat Islan$1 and thus be enabled to give warning " You've gonce Plassey ,and. thinrrs in s p ortsmen's goods that we see up here if}tmmy The .Dtp... '' mind the. rest. W.hat do you think of my "Now mind you, I'm not sayin ' g there were five frame t.JP?" men in the exactly. It looked to me as if there


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. li ' were five; may have been only ,three or four, for the canoes were a rlong way off. Almost three quarters of a mile," , "That's far even as high up as you were to make an exact count-any way I don't care how many there are. Sam's entire band. may come for all I care. I don't give two bites of a cherry' for the whole bandit AU right," said The Black Rider. " Dave will get his chan-ce in about four minutes. The outlaws will return in about that time to shoot that amateur bunch." CHAPJ'ER XIV. gang. We've .got a' frame-up' here that will fool 'em, THE OUTLAW ATTACK. I think." • " Is all ready? " asked Saugeen Sam of Ponce Plas" It ought to-where's Dave Irving?" sey, as they hid in the underbrush that lay thick along " Oh, he is !yin' out ready to shoot when called on. the shores of Little Slave Lake. Dave's thirsting for , his vengeance. It looks to me " I dop.'t kmow yit," cried Plassey. " I've sent thet as if he was going to get it, don't it?" thar Infun Alsek off ter scout out th' lay o' th' Ian'. I 1 " It begins to." 'spects he' ll be back soon:' "Has 'he a place where he can get in some good "Wall, I'd feel better ef r i had some o' me men , shots? D'ave is , a crackerjack when he gets his gun hyar :" ' going;, Plassey flashed a quick glance at his chief. bet . he 'has a "Yar goin' ter see yar man hyar or ut leastwise "All the rest of you black su1ted gents got resome uv ' em pretty soon old sport?" he said. "I've served seats?" ' . / heern thet thars ten of the boys a comin' through them " Yes. . Every man has 'an orchestra chair, red-silk woods. They hiked back from Fort Kalsus. Y e see one, cushions make you want to go to sleep-every-w'en we all hit the trail fer Fort Assinniboine half o' thing comfortable even to umbrella-rack, opera-glasses, the gang thought dey'd fine good pickin' ter then Fort and candy and chewing gum, right attached to the Kalus way an' they goes thar. See? The rest went seat." . ter Fort Assinniboine: See?" " Good! Where are you going to put us?" " Yep." "You mean we two commanders?" . "Wall, yve' n the boys.gits ter Fort Kalsus who del," "You are the commander. I'm only a deputy-com-ye suppose was thar?" 1 •mander " " I dunno." . ' "Rigi1t li>e'hind, those trees in the shelter of "A wbole lot o' Policemen. Say, I heern what looks like a thicket of forest but which is really thet thar was twenty ter thirty on urn an'; say, they a thicket of strong trees, which will stop any flying was .-all talking Saugeen Sam." bullet. This i s a 'rame up' that I'm going to say I "What?" hope wil !{not encl in the• injury to a single man on our what! They all was a taiking Saugeen Sam side and will put the other: gang outside the breast_and his band. Seems like thet they knaws ye was works for ever. Here's where Saugeen Satn and his hyar--" band get their finish ." "Et's that 'tarnal skunk o' a Nate Shelby. Seems "I must say that it looks highly probab1e that this te..r me he's thet feller what sends ter Fort Kalsus fer wi11 be t h e end of the Battle of Little Slave Lake, and a lot o'. them per-lece. Theys comin' in force ter shoot it looks to me and I feel that I'm something of an exup Saugeen Sam and his band, eh?" pert in these matters seeing that it's 111Y very; business, "Thet's wot the boys sez . " that I expect soon The S mnggle?' S of Littl e Slave Lake Sam suddenly became will be no more.'' ' "W'en diq ye git this,hyar news?" he asked. "Say, "Hl!trry and get to cover," cried The Black Rider. Ponce, -when did ye git th' news an' why didn't ye " W must not stan: d here talking longer. This gang tell me 'fore this?" of Sam's have a very uncomfortable habit of surprising "I gqt the news 'cause I was wit' th' boys what one by d ,oing the unexpected." werit ter Fort Kalsus, an' I heern tell uv ,th' lookin' fer "That would be unfortunate. After arranging this , ye. So I comes bacR hyar. I hurried so -thet th' boys camping party, eh? But where did you couldn't keep up wi' me an' w'en I gits back hyar ye get the clothes and the tents?" was so busy et talkin' thet I didn't hev time to tell ye ' The Bla_ ck Rider winked. , wot's happenin'-now, ye know, don't ye?" " That seems to be HJY-business," he remarked. "Yass. V-l all, we will wait hyar till we see wot is "It's a wise Royal North-West Mounted Boliceman up happenin' along th' trail an' we will come back here that knows enciugh to mind his business." . er bit ter get a good runnin' start and then will hunt With .the parting shot The Bfack Ride.r and Nale. that, Mounted .Cop and gin _him a hustle fer his ju11i1ped into cpver. hfe. Et s erbout tlme we fit this game out between us," . 1 They: were not a bit too soon for hardly had they Ponce Plassey witlked and -smiled. . entered their lair wll.en there came running up the I d "Yass," he said, "we gun-men hez gotter fite this ':ride , trail tqe form of an n ian scout. , hyar thing out now-some on us '11 git planted fore it's W}1en , he saw the" framed up" camp of the hunters, over. l fer one don't care. I've hed me , good old gun he stood transfixE)d, then melted into bushes, 'and in this byar woild an' now1it's comin' time ter cash in ' was gone. me checks and see de dealer stack 'em in that thar "That's the Chipewyati outlaw, Alsek," hissed Nate check-rack, w'y beau, I ain't ergoin' .ter fin' no fault . .betweeu his se t teetl).. " Leave him to Irving-I'm a gun-man wbts lived by l:ne gun and I ain't ergoin' that ln' d . ian thug, shot' hi . s wife!" . 1 ter kick wen a gun gives me mine. See?" There was a note of crue1ty i n The Black Rider' s Sam nodded. laugh tha:t followed tlie remarks of Nate Shelby's. " Ye've been a good pal o' mine," Sam said. " I J


21 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. / h a t e ter s ee y e g o out, Ponce, but I ain't goin' ter dis g ui s e d e fac ' thet w e ain ' t goin' ter git outen this hole w e a re " O h , I d1,1nno. Sicker men then we is hez lived." "Wall , I dunno. I gits me .warnin!" "Wot?" ' . " Y as s . . I git' s me w a .rnin'. I tell ye--" H ere Sam t o ld Plassey . of the warning sent to him b y T h e B l ac k Rider. , (( Y e gits tha t on Rat Island? Say, w'y didn't ye kill t h e nigger th_et brung it? " yelled Plassey. " I f!Was flabbergasted," ---replied Saugef!n Sam. " I didn't lmaw w itch way ter toin. I was that knocked in er "'h e ap thet, by Hokey, ' f6re I thinks ut the nigger bed m a de his sneak. 'Twas too Ponce, I w as struck dumb an' blind." ' \ " I don't blame ye. 'Ilhet Black Ricier hed all our "Say, ye-out ter form a laborin' trust fer bandits wit' white men only admitted?" Sam said. -"Ye is pretty bitter on red men and niggers? I know some pretty deGent red men and some fine niggers. They'S good and bad red men an' good and bad niggers. I guess they' s averages up pretty much like white i'hen." Ponce shook his ' head. He was unconvinced and wasn't able to argue the matter 'further. In fact it didn ' t seem to him that was anything to argue, ,for he thought he w a s ri ghl and that his argument was unansw erable. ' .Sam on his side thought he was equally rigpt and the / t wo men , moody with their different points of view, sat o n a log in the shade of a big tree and awaited the ' re-turn of their scout. . 1 Minutes passed and finally there was heard the soft tra mp of hurrying, moccasined feet. . seqe ts. S a y , he ' _ s . bin buying our stuff fer haint 1 he?" . ; The feet aRd the moccasins belonged to Alsek, who strode into view going forward with his swift half lope, half run of the wild red-mao, which covers ground so swiftly and yet seems.not to be hasty' in _ scope or perSh , ' . . ! .. . ore. r.4 " W.'at he got sore on-that shootin' up of the Irvin' plac e?" _ "Thet an' t h ' e shootin' up o' Miss hvin' by Alsek. The tb:ie . v in ' son of a wolf-d o g 'outen ter be killed fer it, but I se z ter meself he' ll git his wii'out me interferin' from the t trapper Dave, the hus'an' o'' Mi?s Irvin'. So I didn't t ake n o action. Wisht I hed now.'' "W'y ? " "Th e m ' Injuns ain't no use te any men on our line I've find outen. Say, it w a;; you wot tells me long time e r go, haint it?" . • " Yep. I n ever 'h a d n o use fer a red man er a nigger in any band. They's d o n ' t se e nuttin' our way, they's r ed er they:s nigger. eve r y time an' ' a . tryin' ter mi:x bree d s didn't d o . no good i n bands an' it don't do no g;o o d in marryin'.'' ' t The t ' s ri ght,' sadl y Sam. " Ef there's a m o r e o r a n e r y Gritter on this yarth than a half breed Injun o r a half breed ni gger,I'd like to know whar he . ,, . IS. " I kin tell ye. " ' "Whar is he?" , " O uten them wilds somewhar. I think a wild-cat is erbou t w'at ye git y e marry's a white ter an Inj un o r a half white nigger gal ter a white man. I ne ve r see n ri'o kids o' of them kind that wer e n ' t so m ean the t they cayan ' t wit' l e t a l one other people.'' , "Yar r i ght. I'v e made a mistake in this hyar a _ taki n' on o' re d-men in m y band. I wisht J. hadn't. But s a y , poddmer P o nce , I'll tell y e one ting an' ye p u t it. in y a r pipe en smoke et." ' 1 Wall? " ' "Thar a in ' t ergo in1 t e r be so many Injuns ez they was in Sam's band w ' e n the fight we is ;tbout ter git inter i s over. I p 1ay hez ' ca shed me check s in, but ,ef ' I hev tha r will be a few o ' me red-men going erlong w it' me.'' , -. " \i\T all, I : m g l a d .ter hear thet. I suppose them wot starte d th' re d r a ce knows what they did it fer. Them t het made nig g-ers fu s t prob ' l y knew why, but I don't kno w w h y , eh? Say , so f e r as my e xperanc' h'ez gone an' it a in't neve r got further the n gun-men games, they a in't a r ed m a n e r a nigger thet's wuth much as an out la w. Wha t ever they's kin do a white man can do better , qu icker and ch eape r . " ' Sam d i d n o t w i s h t o argue this p oint. H e l a u g h ed g r i m l y. 1 formance . , ' " Waugh! " said Alsek when he reached the two waiting white men. , _ ' TC Wall, " said Saugeen Sam, " I see ye bring news." " Yep," replied Alsek with gleaming eyes. "Wall teJl us th' news," growled Plassey who did n o t like the re_d-man and had a habit of showin g his J ikes and dislikes . " Feather bed hunters, " said Alsek. two whites exchanged glances. T h ey a ll well knew what tl:iis meant. It w a s plain "Injun" f o r amateur sportsmen, so nam. ed because of their habit o f sleeping in the early da'Wn o f the days wb:ic h 'the real professional hunter knows is the time to get at the ,work of trapper, or • s-hooting, for it is at early dawn that s9me of the best catches are made b e fore the w ild ,world sinks to its lair for the day. . 1 "Whar are these hyar 'feather-bed' hunters?" asked Sam. _,.... " Bbut mile. I see trail. Come l:>y lake. Ugh t" replied Alsek. _ . " Whar did ye spot 'um? " asked Plassey keenly ali v e to the new's. " Playing picture game b y tints, " the Indian answered. "-They w"'as pla y in ' . c yards, eh?" put in Sa m. " Yep," replied Al s ek . " How many w as they in th' party? " asked Sam. • b " I " Bout four-five may e. . The Indian s aid the greater part of his sentence in one breath in hi s e x cit e ment. !' See whar they hed thar weepins?" continued Sam. Alsek s hook his head in the negative. " Don't know what guns carried?" anxiously r e m a rked Plas se y . ' The India n shOok his head again. " See no gun, " Alsek added. "Ain't them tenderfee t the m ussy limit?" .-lis gustedly asked Plass e y. "They don't seem ter git no s e n s e ever drummed in (er them. The y k _naws we ai'r pretty w ell li ' ble ter shoot them up , or ef we -don't thar'll be others o' gangs like us in this hyar country thet will , an' they sets down ter play cyards-poker pro b 'ly-an' gamblin' away is they wit' death at thar he e l s, f e r we are goin' t e r .shoot up thet thar party o'


. . ' THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. -8'7 . t enderfoot hunters jest a s sur e ez I'm a foot high. " t e r s upp e r. Then w e kin u se n thar things fer ter cook " Good medicine!" cried Alsek, who dearly loved a our suppers w i t'-they won ' t need no campin' outfit fight. fie was all India"n and human suffering apwhar they's gain'. " • to hit?J as the pleasantest thing in the world• to All o f the for egoing s::on versations have been faithwitness. fully rep orted just because it shows how well the lure Sam's face was gloomy. . . o f The Black Rider had been spread. " Hole' up thet gang 0' amerchooers is jest what I've The bandits "fell for i t " in the very way that The b,een a dyin' ter find de ter do the las' year. B lack Rider thought they would. I v e got outen tents, and guns uv the latest Never w as a neater plan put up. and say poddner, this hyar partee o ' tenderfeet is jest Which goes to s ho w that the old "set a thief what I've been lookin ' fer thes e many moons. I guess to catch a thief" in this ca s e, was pretty nearly right; w e 'll hev ter do them up, bury 'em whar they won't f or, w hil-e The Black Rider would probably be angered be found an' con-fis-cate thar goods e n chatteles." if known as a thief, he b y his ow.n statement to Nate . Taciturn Ponce Plassey was also feeling fine under S helb y had " fenced " . for thieves! the circ •um'stances: His usually somber vis age was as "Wall, w e mount e z w e ll jest natch' ly our srniling as a May morning and he was all 'ilertness anft ' band an s ee ef w e kin get to that thar huntin' outfit in quick vigor. a hurry. Come OJ'I: boys!" " l n ' eed er new tent," he said happily, "an ef thar's Saugeen ,Sam w1th some ideas of general_ ship sent some good boots in the m fe'Ilers l'

THE INDIAN WEEKLY . • wanto n robbery. You look upon it all as a mere spec-The Bl i ck Rider explained all this to Nate Shelby tacle in which the outlaws are being fooled . " in a whisper. " I admit t h a t I , never h a d m uch You " I kinder smelled 'the fact that while on its face1 it ou ght t o b e able t q make a v i;vid picture oLthings if looked a:s if we had only a few men t , o contend with. you had a p o t of paint and a brush'-or any v.ray you there might b e more . I always plan things t o lick the ought to paint a house in an artistic manner!" , ' number I know about and to take on about double the "The r e's l ots10f good s i g n p ainters that o i 1ght to be nuinber of foemen , that I don/ t k n ow aYout , and if neces-artists and there's lots of art i sts that o 'ught to be good . sary lick them too!,:, ' . sign painters, " remarked "You are a wonder," said Nate. The B l a ck Rider replied b y a covert WJink " Ain't I?" cried The Black Rider. " Put all kind of While ' t h e r e :was jov ialit y ia the,,'minds of The Black cro wns on me and l;d make• quite a hero-now, Rider and of N ate, Dav e Irving, the aged trap p h , • was wouldn' t I? But there g oes over some thing." _only fill e d with a feelin g of bl o od-lust. It was a fine, very real "something" with a good The . old 11).an lay 'hidden behind a big log. ....... round c apital "S." His h a nd gripped his rifle s o th'at the veins stood out Jimmy The Dip rode. to the rescue. upon it like w hipcorqs. ' " 'When he found his command hemmed in as it were His f a c e was white and his e es were two great <;oalby the deep canyon , Jimmy in some way got an axe like nres his drawn white .face. ' f ' or t w o and soon there w as a fine chopping away at the "Wait! Just atfew moment s more, " , Dav-e whispered butt: of a great tree w hich stood near t _ he edge of the to himse lf. "Jus t a f ew morpents more-then comes canyon with i.ts ttunk j nclined toward the further The T r appe1 ' s Ven g e ance!" 1 rom where the oandits .stoo;d. ' A s for the outlaws? , . Jimn ,;y argued quickl y that here was his The y were extremely happy . ' ' " F ell dat tree o ver d a t canyeen," he howled to his They fired away t h i n k i n g tha,t the y ri(idled the lluntmen, " an' we hez a fine n atural b ridge ter cross on! ing-party the:y: were atta ckin g at e yery possible angle. See ? " "Say, t h em f e llers don't s ee in ter move," cried Plas-They all " s aw. " and weut to" sawing" Cj.nd chopping se y . : T hey's a in ' t er• doin' toward gittin' to with a :wilL ; thar g u ns whar' s the res t o ' our, boys? W'y do 't The tre e came dow;n with a splendid,whirl of breakthey git li yar?" . it1g braRch e s and flyin g lea v e s , di-rectly; across the can" "I dunno . ,cSay , shall we rus h them. h unters now?" yon. ,' • ask ed Sau gee n Sam. . . 1 • , , As i t Jell, Saug e e n Sam, w ho saw w:ha t had kept his " I w i sht other , b oys was h 'yar. . Say, they men back , Lan4 what the fallil}g of the tree meant, ou te n b e qyar. T. h a t e ter r u s h the m fellers a ,n' hez jumpe d upon the l og, w hi c h he had b een shoot'em ruh ba<;k i n t e r , the w o o d s . Some on ' em mi ght git ing at the SU!Dposed pe a ceful ,hunters, and gave a shrill away from u s and w ander b ack t e r thet Mounted Cop yelL . party an' then they ' uld git a r t .er us ,wus s then ever. ,, "Charge! J ' he yelled. Ter m a k e t hi s , game , yr in ' f e r us der't be one o' He r)Jshed ' up the , s teep hill for the camp, followed them h un t e r s left altve. ' b y Ponce• Plassey an d the test of tlie bandits under Plasse y nodded. , Sam's charge. . , .Jn thi s world there i s a l q t of things, that count in . A t the sa ne n ;10me h t J imm y The'Dip darte d over little < b attles o n Little Sl ave Lake, and in bigger battles the tree to the aid of hi s chief . ; in fieids ' . . ' Behind both men str e amed the outla ws, howling, The ve rdi c t of 'Water.l0 o might not have been the .cursing; and 'shq>Oting like a great flock of demphs. one fin ally g i:ven if there had b e en no sunken-rpad near "Fire-shoot low boys , " came the voice of The Quatre Bras! ' . . . I Bla ' ck rRide r ,' follO\ J ed in ' a se cond by the shrill ndte And the b attle of Little Shi v e Lake might -have been of his whi s tle, to which Nate Shelby added deeper differe n t a s to its ending also , had am k nown that s'hrill ' in g o f the whistle always carried for signal purbehind the hunter-tents was a deep ravine, or canyon , po_ se s 'by the Royal North-West Mounted Police. probably twenty -five to fifty feet wide and which went As if the whistle had galvanized him into life, Dave down t o the bowels of -the earth for many hundred feet. Irving ;tne old Tra,ppet ; jumped fwm his c oncealment. The for es t g rew so sturdily along the canyon's edge His rifle lay in his outstretched hands like a pat;t on both its s ides that uutil the flanking attacking party of the old man. reached it th. e y did n o t knC?w , of ih ' existence. ' ' Every nep.>:e . of the trapper was te1JSe with purpose. " C ain't git o ver thar-:-canyon stops us," cried Jimmy • His eye trave1e<;l along the snake-like dull steel t be The Dip, w ho_,wasJ in command of the 11-ttacking party: of his weapon. .. ' in flanking . , t He at the, running for1n. of Sam. Thts w a s why, even after much expend1ttire am-Sam , m answer to a sudden startled yel.l of Ponce munitio n and many 1yells, nothing was heard o this 'Plassey's who had caught sight of the trapper, turned. party led by Jimmy, the main attackers under Saugeen Sam saw the trapper; he sensed his danger; he Sam. tried to sing to , The Black Rider chuckiled mightily all the time, for The weapon roared!' . , he had laid out the lure and as he expressed it "I Saugeen Sam stopped in his half crouching position. wasn' t looking for '!nything but the best end of it when H _ e straightened up to his full height, then spun I laid out the batt1e-field." t 0 _the right, half turned and fell like the tree over In other words, The Black Rider by his superior which Jimmy The Dip gad just in a great knowledg e 0f" the game" had split up the forces of the wreck of disaster. ., . , bandits '!Vithout firin g a .shot. But before Saugeen Sam's dead body pli:1nged tq the . ' ', j.


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. .. ground a second shot from the old trapper's rifle struck him. The trapper had sent another of the bullets from his weapon into the dead pody of the bandit chief. Ponce Plassey open-mouthed had witnessed the death of his chief. The entire tragedy had happened with such lightening-like flashes that the benumbed brain of the living outlaw had not quickly grasped the terror of the epi sode. Then he awoke. " Ambushed! " he yelled. " lJ>own every one! " The order changed the battle in a moment. I The outlaws sank to earth. ' ' Not a head, .not even a finger, could be seen1 • Intense silence filtered over the scene. All there was in sight,now, seemed to be the body ofSaugeen Sam, which lay with its white face turned toward the sky, dead, with all .its plans, it hopes, its fears come to a sudden and violent death in a vast wilderness. ' , The death of Sam pointed its own' moral to the still living outlaws. For a few moments all was stillness. ' Then Alsek started things. " Trust an Indian for ' starting things' in the of battle and bloodsli.ed," said The BlacK: Rider to Nate Shelby. • . "Well, it'wpn't do them any goo&, will it?'! askeehind' the bandits and when they did so to fire one shot." _ ' As he spoke the shot came hurtling from the forest. Plassey knew what it meant as well as did The B la ck Rider and Nate. " We are hemmed in! They've got us in the rear! " Plassey howled. ) ' To that thar .bridge," ye lled Jimmy The l Dip ... " Over th' bridge boys ! " 'Thet's the game!" yelled Plassey. "N0w, boys, git a move on ye!" The Black Rider's voice could be heard .like the screech of the great Ame' rican eagle clear above all the sounds ,of the fight. , Riders!" yelled their chief . . "Cut oft " the outlaws on the other side of the canyon!" . To Nate Shelby it seemed as if the arrangements of The Black Rider chief had been inspired. He had arranged to meet the very point the bandits' were now making. . ' "I kinder thought that they'd do this;" he said. "I hflcl posted some me n in ambush on the other side of that canyon," The :Black Rider chief said ' Calmly to Nate. " I could have stopped the felling . of that tree, but 1it seemed, fl iat while at first I was opposed tp having the two outlaw parties get together, that as things shaped themselves it might be well for them to do so." . Alsek next tried to see if he could no't change the . tide of battle.' . He wriggled. himself like a human-snake toward Dave Irving. , ' l.li1 his teeth he held his kn'ife. His fearful face was painted in the hideous col0rs a savage uses to incite the natural love for blood that is inhetent from his ancestors. He was "painted war" and meant to take the toll that comes in the battle shock. He wriggled toward Dave Irving! . Not a sou .nd seemed to indicate that he was seen. Nate and The Black Rider were busy elsewhere. They did not notice this Indian attack. Alsek at length wiggled to where he mounted the log under which he was sure Dave Irving was shielded. No sound came. Was the trapper asleep? Had he been wounded in the battle? Alse _ k took his knife from his hips. He leaned over to dart death blow at Dave1 • But then Dave awoke. _ His two great hairy-paws gripped Alsek. One great twist of his keen hunting knife literally se;vered the head of the .Indian outlaw from his body. " The Trapper's Vengeance!" shrieked Dave as . he j)lmped .upon the log behind which he w?-s hiding and waved the ... trophy in his hands. The hornble act c;lrove all fight from the hearts of the outlaws now. Daveled the wild charge upon the bandits. Strategy was thrown to the It became now a man-to-man fight. Tl].e outlaws broke and fled in the first three of the fight and streamed over the tree toward what' they hoped was safety in a panic stricken conglomeration of men. Ponce Plassey and Jimmy The Dip seerned to vie with each other in acting as rear-guard. Plassey was greviously wounded in the body at almost the first of tlie battle. A ; shot sent into his body by The Black Ride; haq badly injured him; but he fought on with bull-dog courage. Nate Shelby had shot thrice at Jimmy The Dip, but only one bullet had takeJ.J. . effect and it had neither stopp' ed Jimmy, nor had it fatally wounded' him' ! At length the outlaws had gotten over the bridge all save Pla;?sey and Jimmy. 'A shot from Dave Irving's rifle brought Plassey to his knees. Then Jimmy p , erformed the final, and in fact the only great deed of his wicked, outlaw life. He picked his fellow thug up, as if he had beeil a child. He threw the body of the injured man across hi s shoulders and rushed, bearing his burden, out on the quivering tree. " Don't shoot! " yelled The Black Rider. " Let them es . cape. A man who does that kind of work is better alive than dead-even if he is an outlaw! " Not a 'shot was fired at the two 0utlaws after these words. All eyes were watching the two men. But fate , did not propose that life awaited the two bandits. In mid-tree Jimmy stopped and wavered. He saw a woman's form come from the further end of the tree. • The form was that of Mrs. David Irvi hg, whom Jimmy had seen shot by the Indian thug, Alsek, in the raid of the Irving home so many weeks the battle. "The ghost again!" shrieked Jimmy. His nerveless hands forgot its burden. His tr'embling legs would not support him. ' I


THE INDIAN Y . "" Into the depths belo w in the canyon they plunged, Jimmy Dip, and hi s outlaw friend, Ponce Plassey. "The Trapper's Ven g eance! " shr ieked a woman's v oice . " Re venge! Reve nge! " CHAPTER XVI. A HAPP Y R EUNION. , " M o l d woman! " )(elled Dav e the Trapper, in a: higher ke y e v en than his wife. . The o ld man with tears streaming from his eyes, and his face with his em o tions rushed at his greatest speed over the tree, to where the form o f the woman who had cau s ed the d eath o f t h e outlaws, had sank down upon _, " My old Irian! " cried the woman, who was indeed Mrs. Dave 'Irving, alive and well. The Black Rider' chief and Nate Shelby hurried to the t w o r e-united people. 'Such happiness in the midst of danger neither man had seen. " Alive? Alive? " cried Dave. " How--" " He can explain," said Mrs. Irving pointing to the Black Rider. ,-, ' "It's simple a t the Black R ider laughed. "My name Howard Wilson. I am a member of the American Mounted Scouts, a body of men, akin in the United States to The Royal North-West Mounted P oiice here. For years I have been in getting that would convict Saugeen Sam's gang of' the crime q f They thought I acted as .. a ' fenc e ' for them in ' Chicago while as a matter of fact t h e goods they m e w e re tur ned p.ver to my government 'Yho fur ni s hed the mone y necessary t0 placate t h e g a n g a n d get my c as e more complete-well, .With a , p a r t y . of m y men I came o ut here to wind up -my game b y the 1arrest of the leaders of the band. ' I have vv;a r rants t o r the a r rest of all the outlaws concerned as le a der s and w as 'going to e x ecute them arid take my m e n bac k to the U ni t ed States quietly. When I found Nate S h e lb y o n the job for his Mounted Police force -well, I jus t aid ed in exterminating the .outlaws-. t hat see me d q uite a s e ffectual as to take them back to m y s id e of the b order and s aved lots of On t h e way to thi s scene I found Mrs. Irving beside he r burning h o m e in se nsible. I used all the things t)1at yo u se e fro " n our kit-decorated the big colored m a n w h o waitso n me and sent him out to the outlaws ' w i t h the Death warning. He, like all the rest of my sch e me , was a trifle theatric, but it won." T he Black Rider lo o ked about. Three men botind together all that w as left of Sau ge en Sam's gang. . "Yo u can have 'em Shelby," cried The Black Rider.! " them any where you wish try them-my mis s ion is done! " _ • _' . . . .Holding his good w ife's hand , m his, Dave Irving l oo ked over._the scene. The n he laughed. " Thi s is m : y ven g e a n c e ! " roared the fur4rader. THE E ND . ' I' Get the " OLD S LEUTH" Hab it. THE OLD SLE. UTH WEEKLY SUBS CR IPl'ION PRICES t$2.5 0 a Year .25 f o r 6 Mon ths . 6 5 for 3 Months 6 Cents a copy POST PAID The 'OLD-SLEUTH stories are the greatest detective stories ever published. ' They thrill with.adventure, intrigue, love. and•hate. They are J\S interesting t o . the old as to the young . When you rea.d one, you want them all . . Libera l Terms to i Aients.


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Driven from their homes by the persecutions of the Federal troops during t h e Civi l War, one after another o f them enlisted under t h e " Black F lag" of the Guerrilla Chieftain, Quantrell, and fina ll y joi ned the notorious James Boys as members of their gang . . Price, by mail, postpaid, 20c per copy. I No. 8 . Rub'e Burrow. K1:1own i n A labama and throughout t h e adjacent StatCs as the ' 'Prince of ffrai' n RoO'bers/1 Rub e Burrow h e ld up the railroad flyers and looted t h e safes i n thS! express cars f9r f our y,cars ere he was finally kill ed. H undred s . of d e tectives were S ent out 'to •capture him, bu t his arr:est was act\_\aU y accom p li sHe'd by a , huge neg r o. Evert after he '\Vas in jail, by a clev er ruse, he made h'is cap tors prisopt:rs. Price, by postpaid, 20c per copy. No.' 11. Jesse James' Midnight Raid . . This story describes th e .des9ent o the notorious outlaw a nd hi s men upon a " !boom , m ining tow,n o f Nevada. As they are enc'lmped i n a canyo n t h e y are startled by a cry. An investigation leads to a n encount er with severa l feroCious moun t ain li o n s and the finding c;>f a woman's coq:lse . Proceeding to the town, the bandi'ts arr i ve jus t in time to preven t t h e lynching of th e hu sband of the woman, who, it is • learned, fled (rom h e r home w i th' her baby to escape th e advance s or the Dos s Of the t'own, a gambl e r . Jesse decides to unma s k the v i lJain, and i n doing so meet4 with a s r ic.s of adve ntu,res tha t are thrilling, fin a l ly escaping: f • om a snl'ke-inlested cave by mak ing a hun\an Midge. , ' ,Price, by mail , postpai d, 20c per copy. $20, 000 Reward-Dead or Alive!! :Read about it in the, "JESSE JAMES, MY iF ATHER," written by "his son, Jesse James, Jr., t h e onl y true account' of the life o f t h e famous outlaw. Read how this bandi t k ep t an army of de tecti ves, s h eriffs and U n ited States mar s h a l s scou r ing t h e country an(l was shot in the back b y a ,traitorous pal. Rea d abqu t the fatalit,y attached ,to the name or Jesse James; how the officers of the' law tried to visit the s in s o f the lather on the hea d of the son. R ead about the persecution' ancl the har rowing anguish of J e sse James' famil y in the graphic words or hi s s o n and heir. Read these facts. f;:yery body should know them. There i s nothing to pervert t h e young, the re is nothing to repel the o l d. Look at the reproductions of the only pictures of Jesse James, his moth e r and hi s son in existerlce, except =="'----"--'I t hose owned b y h i s f amil y. • Price, by mail, pos tpaid, 25c per copy. No. 4. Harry Tracy. The Death Dealing Oregon Outlaw. The trail of blood l e f t by t h is terribl e bandit from one side o f the ;>ta!e to the other is set forth with all its graphic details in this bo o k. With t h e nana tion of , t h e gruesome crimes t here is the stor y o f th . e overwhelming l.ove o f this reckJess des perado, a love which lured him to h is death, a ,death well fitting his w i ld , lawless life. 1\!Iore than fifty illus trat i ops. ' Priqe, b y mail, postpai d, 20c per '• No. 7. Dalton Gang. T hese bandits of the Far West were the most desperate trai n robbers that ever lived. In tfiis bQJ>k is g iven the first true history oL the raids and rob b eries, i n cluding' an account of the most daring deed i n'" the annals of crime, the robbing of two banks at the same time, in broad daylight, and the outl aws' batt l e with twenty a r med men, as told bY. the United 'States'Deputy 1\Iarsha l. Price , b y mail , postpaid, 20c per copy. N b . 9. Jap1es ' Dash .for Fortuzy:_. W ith a handf u l of men, the terrible sets out t o stea l th e at the f a ir in I(ansas City. 'He and his pal s hav.e a series of adventures , discovering the dead body of a young girl , running t h e m urderer t o earth at the danger of c ap.' tured thems e lv<:,s b y detectives, finally arrivmg at , the fair giounds where seiz es th e cash box f rom two men, escaping ; with more than $10,000 in booty. Pric e , i?Y mail, postpaid, 20c per copy. • No. 12. Hsse James' Greatest Haul. The' awft: l t)1reat of the "Red Death " ha;Ving been declared against some friends of the clespcra does by a band of n i ght riders, :fesse and his men set out t o exterminate the gang. ...Lhe pursu i t of t h is pu rpose carries them on a raid into l(entucky, marked by a hail of b lood' and arson and 'terrible deeds wluch cu lminate in the robbery of the bank in Russelv ille in broad daylight in the presence o f scores o f citizens and a successful e s cap e dCspite t h e arrival o f a posse of detectives. Price, by mail , postpaid, 20c ger copy. Truth Strang\!r . Than Fiction. The' most-11.1arvelous, a n d e x traordinary i book ever written, "THE MAN TH[::\'' COULP NO'f HANG." .Absolute l y true. T h e astounding h i s tory of John Lee. Three times placed UJ?On the s c a ffold and tl1e trap spr'ung! Yet to-day he walks the streets free man! ! ! Illustrated from photographs. Do not fail to r.ead thi s, the mos t remarkabl e book Of the century. For everywhere, or sent, postpa i d, upo n rec eipt of 15 "cents. , The Above Books are For Sale by All Booksellers and Newsdealers or They will be sent Paid upon Receipt of P t ice by the Publishers l ' ' 'THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK co. CLEVELAND ; 01 U.S. A.


. Standing Alone at the Head of Its Class The A111erican Indian Weekly PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY This great weekly is a radical departure from all othe r five-cent weeklies that are now being published. It has the greatest stories of frontier life, o f Indi ans and 6f the far West that have ever been i ssued. The stories are l onger than those published in any other five-cent except the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. They are all edited by Colone l Spencer Dair, the most celebrated Indian Scou t, Bandit Tracker and Gun Fighter of modern fiction . A new number is i ss ued every Thursday. LIST OF No. 1 . THE OUTLAW'S PLEDGE .... ........ . ..... ........... . . . . 1 •. or The Raid on the Old Stockade No. 2. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR . ................. ............. o r The Pursuit of the Midnight Raider No. 3. THE BLACK DEATH ....................................... or The Curse of the Navajo Witch No. 4. THE SQUAW MJ;\N'S REVENGE ............. ........... . . . ..... .. o r Kidnapped by the Piutes No. 5. TRAPPED BY THE CRE,ES ...... : .... ........................ or Tricked by a Renegade Scout No. 6. BETRAYED BY A MOl:CASIN ......... ... ......... or The Round-Up of the Indian Smuggle rs No. 7 . . FLYIN G CLOUD' S :LAST STAND .... ............ ...... or The Battle of Dead Man's Canyon No: 8. A D ASH FOR LIFE . ............................................. or Tricked by Timbe r Wolves No. 9. THE DECOY MESSAGE . .................................. . . or The Ruse of the Border Jumpers No. 10. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM ...... "" ...................... or The Raid o n t h e Paymaster's Camp No. 11. THE MASKED RID,ERS .................................. ... or The Mystery of Grizzly Gulch No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ............. .. ................. or The Mounted Ranger's Desperate Ride TO BE PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY F ebruary 23-No. 13. STAGE COACH BILL'S L AST RIDE .......... or The Bandits of Great Bear L ake 2-No. 14. THE TRAGEDY OF HANGMAN' S GULCH ..... or The Ghost o f Horn Mountains March 9-No. 15. THE TREASURES OF MAcKENZIE ISLES ............ or The Outlaw's Drag-Net March 16-No. 16. HELD UP AT SNAKE BASIN ...................... or The Renegade's Death-Vote . March 23-No. 17 . THE MAIL .RIDER'S DASH WITH DEATH ...... or The Desperado of Poker Flat March 30-No. 18. THE RED MASSACRE ...................... or T h e Hold-Up Men of Barren Lands Aprii 6-No. 19. THE MYSTERY OF THE ARCTIC CIRCLE .......... or The Robbers' Round-Up April 13-No. 20. 'HOUNDED BY RED MEN . ............... o r The Road Agents of Porcupin e River April 20-No. 21. THE FUR TRADER'S DISCOVERY ............... or The Brotherhood of Thieves Apri l 27-No. 22. May 4-No. 23. THE S :tviUGGLERS OF LITTLE SLAVE LAKE ..... or The Trapper's Vengeance NIGHT RIDERS OF THE NORTHWEST ............. or The Vigilantes' Revenge May 11-No. 24. THE SPECTRE OF THUNDERBOLT CAVERN .. o r Tricked by Midnight Assassins 'The AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY is for sa l e by all newsdealers and booksellers, or it will be sen t to any address postpaid by the publishers upon receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copies for 50c. All back numbers a l ways in stock. "'. I I THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A.'


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