Night Riders of the Northwest, or, The vigilantes' revenge

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Night Riders of the Northwest, or, The vigilantes' revenge
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American Indian weekly.
Dair, Spencer
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' . BY COLONEL SPENCER VOl. I l THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO!PlH'Y, CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. I. Published Weekly. By Subscription, $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. II NO. Copyright, 3911, by The Arthur Westbrook Company. Night of The Northwest, The Vigilantes' Revenge Colonel Dair. PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. JUiiAL }AN•ROWE-Jin the over-true histories of some of the leading saloon and gambling hole. great gun-men, and outlaws of the West, it was once Doc Hn.L-The owner of the Coyote's Home saloon. He said that a "certain outlaw never worked alone." . To , this was something of a gun-man himself, and assisted in class dia not belong Jubal, the fierce bandit of some ticklish bit of bandit work in a way that he had not territory, • in B ' ritish North America. .I{e had no gang reckoned upon. His feud with Jubal Janrowe is wortlt of gun-men about him but he fought by himself nearly readi_ng this story to find out about. , always; although two men, his wife , and himself may v VARTY CoLLINs-He figured in a gambling game in the be said to hav e composed his danget:ous band. The Coyote's Home and almost for the first time in his life hold rup of the Coyote's Home, the main saloon in Dead won. His winnings were taken from him .to his great Mines, Mackenzie territory, is one of Jubal's famous disgu s t when Jubal Janrowe held up the saloon. exploits, almost as interesting as his disguising himself NELLIE LrsToN=Ah, here is a charming little girl, blond, as Tin Pan Pete, a peddler. Jubal Janrowe was an y oung, beautiful and with brains, a wonderful combinaoutla w in a clash by himself, and his story shows . the tion in British N orth America or any where else. Nellie misdirected energies of a criminal. From his ljfe, howalone planned a ruse that saved thousands of dollars ever, one moral can be gathered; one can fight even such when J ubal J anrowe ; the bra vo, held-up the Fort Ander-odds as the Vigilantes of the North-West successfully, s on coach one night : Nellie next assisted in relieving the but ' not alway . The law al w ay s win s in the end, as o utlaws of certain stolen property they had, and, as a Jubal found before he wen to hi s merited doom. female detective for the Fort AndersoQ line, figured SKINNY KATE-The wife of Jubal Janrowe, the outlaw. She larg ely in arousing the Vigilantes to crush out the Jan-was a woman with a strong will, much bravery, who r o we outlaws. Ne lli e is a main entity in this charming f 9 ught for the man she had married for many years but story of the North-West's real life. lik!! him .was swept he to his gra-ye, she. to " Enrc FLOYD-A' young man who lived in Dead Mines, British exile, owmg to the chtvalry <;Jf the tert:t!ory m whtch North America. He was a clean-cut type of the new she and her thug husband ltved, as evidenced by a world's young fighting man and the manner in which he beautiful young woman. Yet, M rs. Janrowe had personm e t th e duties thrus t upon him in the Vigilantes ' hunt ality, and al s o bravery.. Her attempt to save the f o r the outlaw, Janrowe , tells much of his character, and l o ot of her bandit husband IS a story of womanly deadds to the good opinion one has of the 01i.-coming . v otion. . g en e ration of fighting y oung men. CRoss EYE D TIM QuENTIN-Poor, devoted, ieving Tim. He. SAM B ATCH-A member of the Vigilantes of the North-West, served his purpose as the willing slave of Jubal Janrowe, and a man who knew how to pull a gun quick and use it the famous outlaw. • It was a . pity that "the game broke quicker on an enemy . Mawkish sentiment of mercy for a so for him . " Tim might have been alive today had he b andit did not lodge in his great heart. not l;,tughed at a revolverwhen held by pretty Nellie COMANCHE FREo-:Oriver of the Fort Anderson stage-coach, Liston. , which ran betwe"en Fort Anderson, British North America , !NDI'AN JoHN-A ta\:itttrn, thieving , red-roan, and member of and Dead Mines on the Anderson River. He assi s ted the ' trio of men which rpade up the Janrowe !)andit gang. pretty Nellie Liston in her plot to cause the down . fall of Indian John , a Louchieux , fought blindly, lived and died . the outlaw . in a mad rush for life when the Vigilantes fired from a MR. AND MRs. LEARY AND Km LEARY-The young man was a . thicket at the re' d-man and his white bandit comyanions. member of the Vigilantes, killed by the outlaw Jubal John was not even missed by l:iis companions, which is Janrowe. How the outlaw remembered the "kid" of the an epitaph in brief of his career. man he had killed, when he happened unwittingly to enter HuMPHY DAVIS-A Dead Mines gun-man. I:J.e inqurred the h_is home and talk his wife, shows that there's someenmity of J ubal J anrowe and went to hts grave at the t1mes a good streak 111 the worst type of outlaw. sound of his rival's revolver in a gunfight between the mother of the child, and the widow of poor Michael, two outlaws in the Coyote's Home, i

. / 2 THE AMERICAN I NDIAN WEEKLY. pli ed C r oss Eyed Tim Quentin , 'as h is animal bounded fa s ter ahead a t the command of his rider. "I r-ush hard!" sentent iou s ly repli ed Injun John, a L o uchieux chief. . The three o utlaws da s hed through the winding way ' of the Dead M i nes Trail, which runs along Lake of the Woods, in Mackenzie territory, British North A merica, at the speed that defied pursuit . 1 It was well that the three men made good progress. For behind them lay a story of atrocity that added to the ter ro r which the names of the three bandits struck to every honest person ' s heart i !l 1)le scat tered hamlets and camps that dot the territory in s u ch infrequency as to be but mere' spots in a d 'esert of wild land. " We mu s t make Lone Star ranch by midnight," added Jubal Janrowe. "Ther e we are safe. Who's got the bulli o n an' gold-dust?" . " I hev ," replied Cross Eyed 1)m. "Ain't I th' candy-kid thet don ' t never fer-git the sponaulick? " " W -a-1-1, see in ' as thar's about si xty-one tousan' dollars in thet 11ole-up, I tink ye'd better be keerful on it-whar ye carryin' it?" question ed J anrowe. " In m e sack," growl e d Cross Eyed Tim. " f dumps it outen' t h ' treasure box w'en ye was a shootin' up the stage-coach b osse s . I wa:'n ' t takin' no chanst, ye see, of getti n ' the t heavy trea si.ue-box slung up on me h oss . " •. Janrowe g a ve Cross Eyed Tim' a pleq.sed look . " Thar's one thing I like about ye, Tim. Y e are allus l ookin' outen fer us feller s and don' t let the swag away from ye," J anrowe remarked. "Wall, seein' as we live by our gol' I ain't goin' ter let nuttin gi t away wen I sees it thet shines .yaller. H e ! He! l -Ie!" replied Cross Eyed Tim. The outlaws, m ea nwhile, had been spurl'ing and whipping. f orward. The da 1 ge r from .over a n arrow trail that led up hill and down into the dale, over a '.rocky, half broken trail, i n the immeasurab l e depths of the magnifi cent forest, was exce ed ing. The outlaws did not see m to fear the danger. Their danger from a fall was nothing in comparison w ith t h e dan ge r of pursuit. • For in the earl y dawn o f the day they were trying to make the best poss ible speed to a place of refuge; the three me n h a d held up the stagecoac h that runs from the t ow n of Dead M ines , on the Lake of the \i'l oo d s, t o Fort A nd e rson, a Hudson's Bay Company trading fort, on Anderson R iver in the depths of White Pass; 'a nd h ad taken all the gold-dust and bullion from the treasur e b o x in one of the most dramatic hold-ups of a coac h that the reg i o n had ever beheld . The coach, t o which four h alf broken bronchos were hi t heel, just as d ay light bro ke with its faint streak of f oggy mist thr o tigh the blue black of the riight, was wayin g a nd lumloering a long through the depths of t h e famous White Pass. The road , n q t much more than a trai l, wound along in the bowel s o f a canyo n , the sides of which towered a bov e it for tho u sa nds of feet , until it was merged into great peal -s of that pushed their way into the k y a bo ve to b e decorated for their temerity with snow-white crowns. From the bushes that' skirted the road the driver of the coac h. Comanche Fred, saw the form of a m asked man appear. The man was stalwart, black-bearded, beneath his • mask of a strip oCwhi"te cloth; d r ess ed in coat-turned wrongs i de o ut, a pair of trousers, a red flannel shirt, and a pair of high boots. . In eac h bronzed h a nd he h e ld ' a shining revolver. "Han's up!" he . growled. "No p alaver allowed!" / t , Shore," replied Comanche Fred. . liVh ile now a stage-coac h driver, Comanche Fred had gained hi s name in the fighting arena, where in the days no w . dead the wild tribe of Indians had bwught into being the type, of rpan who slew him whenever he re sented the enc ro a cli:ment of the white-ma n . .. Comanche Fred was a first class man, as he was calle d a lon g the great frontier. He did not quiver, therefore, when two revolvers wer. e tra ined upon him but knowing that obedience meant lit e , disobedience meant death, Comanche Fred dropped hi s rei11s o ver the b ' ack of the off ,wheeler of his four-in -hand bronchos, and pushed his hands abbve his h e ad w hile he awaited the order from the road-agent, who had "held h i m up." The command to stop, and its obeyance was not quicker than the darting forward bf Indiq.n John; the I Louchi eux assis t ant to J ubal J amowe, who had jumped forward and grasped the bits of the shyin.g l eaders and had firmly held them in the grasp of iron, which s tilled the horses in , a moment, for it communica ted to them the fe e ling of a power greater than theirs. _ Cross Eyed. Tim Quentin, with his * two enormous re v olvers ' also in his b uawny fists, chuckled to himself ' as he saw the bored air of Comanche Fred as he thrus t hi s litand s in the air. . " He's been thar l ) efore ," sneered Cross Eyed Tim, waving o ne of his guns at Comanche Fred. , " Y e bet," s miled Jam owe . " Now ye git inter thet coac h an' git them passengers out. I want all they've got. Look out! Y e better be qui c k fer may be a g un-man in thar. If so he' d plug ye like sin 'fore ye cou ld mo v e." Cross Eyed Tim, his face alight with the lust of the deed and the lu re' of gold, jumped to the high step of the coach, w hich , f url ed as it was, made a narrow ledge for him to rest upon . " Han's up! " he cried. " Han's up , .boy, er I'll fill ye full o' lead-hully snakes, wots this?" Cross Eyed Tim nearly fell from the coach. For when he looked into the interior, in the light o f the flari n g pine toFch h e had lighted just as he sp r ang t o the coach s tep . he saw two tiny pink palms of two w hi te hands sticking up in the air, above a blonde h ea d of curling hair, which framed the regular f ace, frighte ned blue eyes, and trembling mouth of a girl not more than twenty" years of age. "Hey, thar! ! ' ct:ied Cross Eyed Tim to his chief . "Thar's a gal in .hyar!" "Huh?" snapped J amowe. "A gal!" "Shore?" " Dead shore! " " V\T all, I'll be blamed! " W ith this remark J anrowe signaled Iridian J ohq to coJ; ne to hi s s ide . 1 "Git down offen 'thet coach ," growled Janrowe to Comanche Fred. Coma nche Fred, still carefully holding his hands up 111 th e air, essayed the of climbing


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 fro.m t h e dri ver's box of a s tage-coach to the ground with hi s head up and his hands up in the air. It is a d ifficult feat but it c a n be done, "practic' makin ' perf ec' Cl;S Co m anche Fred e xpressed it. "Now git ye ter that ro c k and set wit yar back ter the coach," commanded Janrowe. "An' John, you train yer gun onto him. Ef h e a s much as breathes ennach' l y g i n it t o him ! " Com anche Fred grinned. He also endeavo;red to breath '..'nach' ly." . Thus relie ved of training hi s weapons of attack on Com anch_ e Fred, the outlaw l e a de r approached the coach . "Please Outlaw,' a quavering v oice issued from the c o a ch . "I am dreadfull y fri ghte n ed! I hope there will be no bloodshed ! " J anrow e looked his ama zement. "Naw," hegrow led. "Ye ain' in n o d'anger . Naw, not a bit! Say, ef ye has any v alooables thet ye wants ter gin' a poor fell e r wot s a d l y nee<:ls em, I'd be obleeged, .an' ef ye has any mone y I'd be glad ter relieve ye o' packin' it around;" " I have only a dollar and si x ty-five cents left in the world, " the' pretty girl in the coach asserted. " I _ haven' t any jewlery at all, and if the money will do you any good, why if you will let me pu. t my han ds down. I will obli g e you . I have the money tied up in my pocket handkerchief." J anrowe snorted. , " gal," he s a id with grim irony, 1 ' my fellers ain't used ter carryin' so much Now, I'll tell ye what I'll dQ. I'll gin ye thet ca s h as a present from Jubal Janrowe's boys-I ain ' t gi vin' nuttin away lately 'cept some bullets, an', s ay, your. a pooty good looker an' ye kin see thet ye ain't got nuttin by yar looks ter git o n -...yit', fer one dnllar and sixty-five cents ain't much of a grub stake up hyar-wots ye goin' ter go fer ' at Dea d , Mines ? " 1 "I'm going to Dead Mines-it's quite a city isri't . it ?-to see a lady n a med Floyd; she is an old school friend of my mother's back in Denver, and I'm going to Dead Mines on a visit." The outla w grunte d. . " Do you know a Mrs. Floyd there-a. Mrs. Henry Floyd?" asked the g i r l i n a chatty, con versational way. The outlaw shook his head. " N aw, " he said. " Y e see I ain't g oin much inter .sacciety this w inte r ! " The girl laughed. It was a merry tinkling laugh. It was so happy that the outlaws liked to hear it. " Say, ye laugh lik e the sound o' them boids in them mountaing s ab out u s," gallantly s aid Janrowe, w hose face rela x ed into something o f a smile. "What a very polite outlaw! " cried the girl. " I think I like outlaw.s! " Then she speculated a moment. "Where d ' id you say that you he a rd those birds?" she asked of the ou tlaw. . ' these hyar mountaings," sip1pered Janrowe. " But whar we • air a goin' wen we gits this game pulled over seem s ter me theys bigger boids . " " Where is that? " asked the p retty girl with an appealing look in her.great glue eyes . "Over ter Lone Star ranch; that's th' place whar me an' my gang meet. " . Cross Eyed Tim plucked at Janrowe's coat at this moment. " Don't te ll all ye ! m a w , " h e h issed. " Y e d o n ' t know nutti'n about thet g al! " The g irl shran k v i s i b l y. " W h a t a -rude man ," she said v indicti v ely to J anrowe. J anrowe h url ed a vo ll ey of at the, head of his followe r. " Ye g i t thet trea su r e i n yar kick," he shouted, "an' don't c hi p in w h e n th' b oss i s talkin'." C r oss Eyed T i m w inke d and went about his work of ope nin g t h e s t eel tre asure box which h e h a d pulled f rom its ni che under t he dri ver's s ea t of the coach with a w ill, whil e I nju{1 J o h n , w h o s till nad his gun trained on t h e unfli n ching back o f C omanche' Fred, lCJ,u g hed in q u aint Injun chuck les . " Ga l got b os s buffa l oed? " John s aid . "y.l all, s h e i s purtty e nough ter git mo s t any man • inter a tra n s t ," said Fre d . "\!\T h ere you git gal?' ' qu e s ti o n e d Injun Joh n . "Up ter Fort Ande rson. She's a tende rf oo t from Den v er. Never b ee n in t h es e parts she sez t ' me, an' s h e acts it-s a y , she s t op t the coach oncet t ' git out and git some wil ' flowers. " "Yep. all ri ght!)' replied John. He knew the brand, it w ould appear. Meanw hile J anrowe a n d the pretty girl were having no end of fun. "What's yar nam e?" asked Janrowe. " N ellie ," lisped the girl. . "Nellie w pat?' queetioned the outlaw. " N ellie Liston," replied the girl. "Well, Ne ll, you're a little thoroughbred," the bandit said. " Y o u 're a dead, game little sport and I wisht y e well ! " "One mo .ment, please , w h a t is y bur name?" asked Nellie . . " J ub a l J anrowe. " "Not the horrible outlaw, Juba l J a nro\1\!'e?" asked the g irl i n m o ck horro r . ''I d o n : t s e e anything hor-rible abo u t you! " . J anrowe s m iled grimly. " Y ou 've see n th' be s t p art o ' me ," h e said .•. "I so m e t im es a in ' t s o easy. I hev shot up s o me places an' they s a y I 've sh o t-u p so me me n . In t his hyar ca s e , se ein' ez I d i d n ' t h ev n o trouble i n hol d in '-up this hyar co a ch , I je s t take it eas y an' wen I sees a . gal a s neat as ye are I jest p uts o n me com p ' n y manners ter hers e e? " . A charmin g s mile spread over N ellie ' s f a c e . " How sweet o f yo u ," s h e sa id. "Npw you have been so n i ce to m e I'm goin g t o tell yo u something that I thin k yo u wou l d like to know." " W ot i s et? " a sked J amowe . -"Wh a t i s the Vigilantes?" t he girl as ke d , art lessly . The outlaw's f ac e grew <;la rk wit h susp ici o n and. a n g er . " . W o t d' y e me an?" h e cri e d . "Tell me what the Vigilantes are and I .will tell you what I m ea n," rejoi n ed Nellie. " They a r e a body o' 1,11en thet don' t like m e ner me band," growled Janrowe. "They s la w a n ' o rd e r men , an' they u s u'y ketches s o me o ' me band an' hangs em ter the nearest l os t f our men last m onth thet way-tre e s ter hang m y men o n seem ter be pretty thic k h yar abouts.". ... N elli e n o dded . "\!\Tell," she adde d , " a b out ten back-maybe


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. not so far-we passed about fifteen men on horse-back and I heard one of them yell as we went by that 'the Vigilantes were out after Jubal Janrowe'-that was all, and .as you've been so nice to me, and your name you say lS Jubal lamowe, I thought I'd just do what my brother in Denver says, 'put you wise'--" , Nellie got no further. . Jubal Janrowe jumped into the attitude of tlie outlaw in the ,great N0rth-West with surpris mg ease . G9ne like . a mask thrown away was his air of bear ish gallantry he had assumed when talking to Nellie. "Hi, boys! " he--shouted, "Vigilantes -are up! Quick woick now ! " . . . The two outl aws, Crossed Eyed Tim Quentin and Injun John, worked with fevorish haste now. They rushed into the bushes, lead forth their horses, mounted and rode away like the w ind ' . For the spaoe of half an hour neither Comanche Fred or Nellie _Liston spoke a word to each qther. Then Nellie laughed in her same bird-like way. " They fell for it! " she cried. , ' Comanche Fred took a chew of tobbaco and in g l ee. c • " Rather," he said. " Them outlaws took the hook liken ter a trout does a fly wen his hongry. lfo think tqis hole o utfit i s a fake one! Nellie ye are the -est little detective in alHhe 'NorthWest!" ' , ' ' N el1ie laughed. ' "Do you know what was in that /treasure' box' " she cried. ' J "Naw." " Pyrities of Iron-otherwise fools-gold," the girl cried. . The stage-coac h was a "fake-gam e" put up by Nellie Liston. It started out from Fort Anderson' just one hour . ahead of the real c oach with sixty-orre thousand doJlars worth of gold -dust aboarcl, 'four days ap fixe_d up to look like the r eal coach of the hne, because 1t 11ad been feared that J ubal J anrowe would try to hold up the first shipm.ent of gold. from Anderson ltiver . mining district to Dead on _the of the Woods wher e it would be comed mto bulhon bars and to Ottawa, where it would be sold and the ct rrency returned as soon as possible. As 1-iad been expected, Jubal Janrowe and the outlaw band he commanded had held up the fake-coach. It was the wo rk of Nellie Liston, girl detective and guard of the Fort Anderson Coach Company, .which owned the lines of the endangered coaches. " Haw ! Haw! " cried Comanche Fred . \ c Them chaps are beatin' it wit a lot of fools-gold. Haw! Haw! Haw!" , " 'And I aot out of Janrowe where he was going! That will good news for Vigilantes, eh?" cried Nell ie. "Drive on to Dead Mmes, Fred, as as you can go." , The coach rocked and swayed as Comanche Fred, three minutes later sped onw:J.rd for the hamlet of Dead Mines. "Now for a bl;'ush with the outlaws at Lont; Star ranch," thoug}.l.t Nellie, as she smoothed out_ her golden hair. CHAPTER II. THE LONE STAR RANCH. T he spee d with whied when at the ranch. W h af luck?'' asked Skian;y Kate of her lord and ma-ste r. •. • ' , She was a tall womai1 about tl':iree years younier than her fierce _husband w ho was now in the thirtieth year of li f e . , ' . She was taB, a washed-out Dlonl:l.e, and had come f PO!lJ. tl1e United States years ago t ? share the' fate o the o utlaw, who had. l ,mown her when he was younger :in ' Minneapo li s, which po int, by the way, was the .last one where had lived an.1honest life; as a matter of record the name in which Janrowe pad been known in Minneapolis was tlie one he bore in B r1tish North America. Janrow,e had first reached the wilds of Mackenzie territory to become a trapper and a hunter. He was ,naturally inclined to this life and would have been successful but he had early learned the-ways of the gun-man and bandit of the territory and devi ated from the straight path of honesty to the crooked one of dishonesty almost without an effort. u nlike mos t bad-men of the territory Jan rowe had graduated from lionest to bandit in a sinile He had held-up an inoffensive strangex: in the one stragglin g street of the hamlet after a night of gamblingl osses at the Nonpariel saloon. ' The stranger had made no protest, against parting with his "wad" at the mouth of J good guri; and then and there. the "easy m0ney" game of the outlaw be?'an; where would it end? !llat.was a ques tin no,t yet answered, but so far t n h1s career of crime J anrowe had been successful. , A tr.ain of hold-ups, robberies, aBductions, and shootings had marked. the life of the bandit with a trail of blood and now he was home again, and he felt happy at proceeds of his hold-up of the Fort Anderson, coach. ".It • was this way, Kate; " cried Janrowe, dropping from his tongue the bad g ammar and the rough >


TME AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . language without which no man could be called out in the North-West,'" we have made a good haul this time for the co'ach had • a lot of stuff on it and we got to it." " How? " asked Kate, whose eyes gleamed with greed as she looked at the sack supposed to be worth so many thousand dollars . . " \lV ell, some of my friends tipped me off that this coach would have the first month's clean-up of the mines about For t Anderson which was to be sent to the big at Dead Mines, to be made into bullion oars of gold and was then to be shipped off for Ottawa." ! " I see," replied Kate. "This fellow sa)d that if I would hold-up the coach he would do the right in the way of tipping off, and I might stake him to something good next time I saw him." " Yes-how much will you havt! to give him? " " He will be clean satisfied with a few hundred in . dust." ' " That isn' t so much-worth it, ,eh?" " Sure!" . " So you had no trouble in holding up the coach?" "Not a bit in the world! Nothing to stop us . Only passenger a chit of a gal without a cent ' in her pocket ' to amount to anything and 'fraid as could 15e of us. , There was no guard on the bo;x-" " No g'uard?" wondered Kate. " You're fooling me, ' J ?bal. N' o guard

THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Jubal J anrowe knew now what fear w as. He unde_rstoo d this was a q u iet tip from the man w h o was. Iu s e nem y, y e t, be in g ev en that, w a s anxious t o tell hu n t h a t h e was in da nger o f the Vigilantes' w r a th. . "Well," J amowe s aid w ith a swagger, " a man can b u t o n ce ! I'm goin g to D e ad M ines tomorrow t o . l oo k into t hi s thing . ':rhere'll be some shooting gom g o n when I get there." " D o n't get rash ," adv i s e d Kate. " I am s?mething o f a gun-man anyw a y," said her husband w 1th a g l eam tha t meant trouble, in his eyes. T h e offic e r , also sat in the. f:entre r oo m an d altho u g h t h e r e may have been sus-' p1cw n s as t o w h o h e might be unrhasked, it was like w i se onl y a s u s pi c i o n. " It seemsto me ," said the presiding officer, "that w e h a d better take up the que stion of Jubal Janrowe." _ " I think so, also, " replied a second masked figure. " He has been runnin2' wild for some time." " Shall wi' make him a visit? " asked a third man. ! h e r e w a s babble 0 conversq.tion on this point. . fhere s eemed to be a di versity of opinion as to . JUS t w h a t ou&h.t to be done_ with thf! desperado. Some w ere for a v1s1t and the usual executibn by hanging CHAPTER III. , to _neares.t quite as the Vigilantes always end thetr httle vtsitattons. THE V I G ILANT E S H O L D A MEETIN G . Sa m Bat c h 's c a bin o n the outskirts of the hamlet of Dead M in es was filled with men Sam B'atch w as a well known in the town. He h a d b ee n s uperi 'ntendent of the mines that had '_'went de a d, " as the minin g men exp ressed it, mean m g that they had s t opped ;being able to produce o r e of valu e . B e fore this the p l ace h ad been The Mines . W h e n the r e w ere n o mo re mines it became Dead M i iJes . T h is u s u ally mark ed the f a t e o f a frontier town and w h e n the min e s petere d out the tovyn petered out a l so. In this case, h o w eve r ; the t ow n liv ed because it was a n atura l an d ge o g r a phic a l link between Fort A n derso n , and the t r ail. an d ro a d that led f a r away to civ iliz a ti on, and altho u g h the t own. dwin d l ed from a p l ace 1 of s e vera l tho u sands t o a place of several hundred s, Sam Ba t c h , the superintendent . of. t h e m i nes tha t were " d ea d " havin g n e j o b any more s tarted a regul a r fro n tie r pos ts t o r e, where he s old the f r ontier ma n n ee ded sav e w hiskey, or l1g u?rs, hi s pay either in p eltries of Ill game, 01; in a n ything that by a n y possll)]hty co ul d be u se d f o r trading purposes. In course of t ime Sam Batch's place became the ce nter of t h e orderl y e l ement o f fh e t e r rito r y, and when the gun-pl ay got too n u me r o u s, whe n the outlaws that infe sted t h e t e r d t o r y go t too num e ro us , it was . t hat S a m Batch's. cab i n -h ome, a r o u g h house of logs s hould be t h e . p l ace w h ere the Vigilantes of Mac k enz i e terri to r y s h o ul d meet and talk over con . diti o ns . T h ere was ' ever y ma11 in D ea d M in es tha t amounted to a': ythi n g i n t h e way o f b u s in ess, o r s t a nding. Enc _Fl oyd, the son of M r s . Henry F loyd , was there, and Enc wa s s omething of a pe r son alit y in the c ountry. ' His father had l eft hi m no e n d of valu a ble timbe r la nd: an I a s u bs t a nti a l ba nk , w here m os t o f the business o f the territor y for several hundred mile s around was d one; h e w9-s a clea n cu t yo un g cha p dressed in kahaki, and w h ose face , like t h a t of every qther man i n the party, was ma s ked. In fa c t ther e was great care tha t no o n e . should k n o w an y o ne e l se absolutely jn t h e ranks o f the V i gila n te s or Nig ht R-iders o f the Nor t h-West . Whil e pos s ib l y one member might s u s p ec t tha t the nex t memb e r seated nea rest him was s u c h and such a pers o n ; t h e . masl

THE INDIAN WEEKLY. ' 'The dissolute brute must' be punished!" roared o ne o f the assembly, who waved a great revolver-to punctuate his remarks. ' "He is' a villain<,:ms fellow," cried a second Vigilante who showed the hilt of a Bowie knife as he spqke in a significant manner that meant that he was quite as ready to use it as to show it. " We. -had better corral that chap before he gets more numerous, • another speaker said. The expressions of opinion were numerous and somewhat divergent. In the middle of it all the tall man seated near the door arose, , "It seems-to me," he said with a good deal of quiet strength, " that while a lot has been said about the desperado, J ubal J anrowe, tha t nothing 'has been said in favor of i s a bandit, to be sure, there hasn't ' been an}j charge brought against him that he is a murderer has there? " " N'-o-o," replied the presiding officer. " I don' t think any man here," added the stranger, " would say that -shootin' another bad-man in gun fight in a saloon is murder, would he?" " N -o-o," r e plied the presiding officer. " I _sliJ.Ould sa y n ot," replied the stranger. "You mi ght call it suicide to kick up a muss with a gun m a n unles s y e had ) ! our weepin handy, and could get it out quicker than the gun-man could git to his . w e epin-but .taken all in all you fellers here haven't s a id much aboutJ ubal Janrowe 'cept that he has heldup a ' few coaches and generally been a Road Agent in these parts. Is that a hangin' crime? No, I should sa y not! It's a crime you mi ght warn the chap to skip o n , but I don't think it no crime that warrants a han g ing __:not me! " " I don't know about that," spoke up young Eric F loyd. " A man that is a man can protect his life from any gun-man that. ever li y ed. But; he can't protect . his pri\rate property because he don't know when it's goi?g to be ca? w a \ ch , out for his life seem' as he can tell, tf he ts a: man, when the other going to draw, but to have a lot of gold-dust of his in the treasure box of a stage-coach , and then have this chap Janrowe jump out of the bushes and pull a gun on the coach driver and rob the man here o f hi s gold-dust that he hasn't a chance to pro.tect, is p r , etty n ea r a hanging crime , seems to me . " _ Eric h a d voic e d the territo rial view of the mattet:and the murmur of applause tl-iat ran round the room s h owed that there was a substantial following that supported ]!:ric' s view o f the matter.. . The defender of J anrovye was plainly very nervous but h e sai d nothing' more f e elin g that' it _was useless. The presiding officer held up his hand. . ' " We will now stop further argtun'e.nt pro or con , " the p re s idin g officer said in ' a judicial voice t " and we will t ake a vote now'on the question o.f the disposition of the Vigilantes of Mackenzie territo ry ; otherwise as the Night R i d e rs of the North-:We:st , as. to tlie proper m o de we are to take in dealing with the desperado Jubal_ J anro-vv e . . Those in favor of warning this gunma n t o 'jtimp the territory' liold up thei r hands!" The re was a sprinkling o f hands when the p r esiding officer . . ' He calmly 'countedthem. . " Fourteen s eem to favor the running out territo r y of Jubal Jan,rowe/' said the presiding officer ' in a nn ouncing the count. . There was a sigh of surprise from many in the room. It had not been thought that there were so many present who favored the plan of " running the outlaw out." / " We will now vote upon the question of. hanging J ubal J anrowe," continued the presiding officer. The showing of hands was soon counted. " F ifteen hands fa ':or the execution by the Vigilantes of J ub a l.Janrow e , the outlaw, against fourteen voting_ in favo r o f r unning the outlaw from the territory." T here w a s a gas p of pleasure .from those who favored the death of the desperado at the announcement of the result of the vote. ' The tall stranger stood by the door when the vote was announced. He seemed to tower over the heads of the Vigilantes: His deep ' voice rang through the rbom. . . "It is one thing to vote for the death of Jubal Jan-> rowe," he sneered, " and another thing to execute the . m a n . Yo u hav e t o catch a man to hang him." . " \ V h o a r e yo u that thus di sturbs our deliberations?" cried the presiding officer. The. stranger tore off _ his mask. " I am J ubal Jan rowe," he roared. "Now who wants t o co me f orward and hang me?'' . T wo re vo l vers glittered in the desperate hands of the o utl aw. .\ , CHAPTER IV. . w J:IUJ VIPH Y DAVI S GE TS ('HIS." " 'It's m y ni ght to h-ow -1-1!" Humphy Davis , gun-marY, and desperado was on a " drunk." He entered the saloon o f Doc Hill, the Coyote's H o me, about ten o ' clock on the same night that Jubal J anrowe, his bitterest enemy, and a fellow outlaw., had effected his disguised entrance to the deliberations of the Yigilantes. Davis was l<:nown as a bad-man with a gun. Naturally of a peevish disposition his malformation which gave him the distorted appearance of a hunch-. '' ' back, and thus gave his popular name of Humphy Davis, had all added to his irritable nerves and when into xic ated he was popularly called "a terror." , He always lived up to this distinguishing -appella tion. Doc Hill , when he saw Humphy enter his saloon with the remark on his lip that he was about to _"howl," s cented ttouble. The gun-man is very fond of like a: wolf and s h ooting like a fie nd immediately afterward. _, S o Doc HilL who had a reputation as a g1,m-man him se lf , jus t hitched a revolver ,along the little shelf1 behind the bar where he kept his stock of g lasses , and' thus had a weapon ready for his harrd to grasp in case Humphy turned loose. . "He llo. Humphy!" Doc cried with a s,miling face , " w h at's the p o i so n g oing to be tonight?" : Humphy , pull e d up in the full tide of hi s song, glared lik e an angry bull at Doc Hill. Humphy in of his deformity was a tall man, stro n g, and of a blonde type. _ He was n o t as high up in the scale of thugdom as his g r ea t rival Jubal Janrowe, and consorted -with a le sse r de g ree of criminal element, mostly of the "bad-:1., Injun" type. '


THE AMERICAN I NDIAN WF;EKLY. Petty robbery, a few m inor h o ld-up s , some shooting of other. desperate men and a gen e ral d ispositi o n f o r mino r crimes was the best tpat H u mp h y had ever e s sayed s o far as the hamlet residen t in Dea d M ines e ver knew . , . The word s of Doc only seemed to make Humphy wil de r in his anger. T h e n Doc got mad too. " L o ok you che a p thief," he cried to H umphy, " let up! I tell y ou . de ath is near yoti, my man. You ' a r e fooling•alon g into yottr g r a ve. Y:ou take it from m e that yo u ' r e lia bl e t o be hanged by the Vigilantes But ther e was several ugl y do w n a gainst H umphy and the V i gilantes had" 1nore tha n o n ce -considered h i m . • This Doc Hill knew. So in a . soothing t one he said .any m inute. " to Humphy , as the hunchback drank a port ion o f fire y whis key, that he "had better take n o chance s jus t then as tf 1 e V i gilantes were gettin' ac t ive, the se days. " This remaz;k only in flamed H u m phy the more. "Vig il a ntes?" he sc reamed i n a f ever of wrath. " Thar a i n ' t no V igi l an J e on t he a irth t het kin do meI'm a wolf, a nd I want ye ter und e r s t an ' the t i t's my night to h-o-w-l l ! " "You wo11't howl b u t once i f t h e V igilantes h ear that yoi.t' r e in tc;>wn," sneered Doc H ill com in g around from behind hi s bar in a leisurely manner, whil e a fe w steady customers, grouped about a faro tabl e at one e nd of the room, l ooked u p and t h en s u spe n d ed the game, w hil e they w atched t he outcome of the argume nt, meanwhile getting into • eas y positions i n dicatin g a de -sire to ge t aw a y fr o m any possi b J e flying b ull ets in ca s ' e of a "sh o o t ing -up " 'on t h e part of H umpli y. " He w ill s h oo t ," Gme 1na n mutte red t o anotl;ter. "Humphy i s n ' t goin1 to .ta ke any c h a n s t w ' e n he' s in liquor. " . , " D oc i s , l oo kin' fer a chaps t ' tet g i t h i s g _!.ln-D oo ? s a good fe ller! He won' t shoot i n h i s own pl a ce 'less he h ez ter save hi s life ." ' The remark of D o c Hill s i mp l y drove Humphy crazy. . 1 • • H i s hand j erk ed h i s gun ou t of H i s h olste r with the nvonderful e a se and supple'n ' ess of t h e regular gun-man. There w as a motion; the g un was out; so quick that it see m ed like the q ui v e r of a serpent's tongue yet as qui c k as the r n oti-o n of Humphy that o f D o c Hill was qui c k er. As Humph ' y jerked put hi s gun, D o c ,c a u g l 1 , t hts ji.lst b ac k of hi s with a grip like that of a VICe . The motion did two tL1ings. Firs t i t stb pped the upwar d directio n 0 f tlile gun in Humphy's hand; next i t exp l o de d the w e a pon in a b ew ild e ri n g crash . The bullet we1 1t harn1 l e s s l y i nto the h a r d-board walls of t h e d iJ,"ty li ttle p l ace, and the n with a quick wrench, Doc had Humphy's gun, and the trouble was about o v er. 1 • ; As the r e was to be n o s h oot in g afte r this, the men' at the a,ro t ab l e turned . b ack t o their gambling game, l e aving D o c a n d Hump h y t o "chew the rag(' and s 'ettl e . thei r m i sun derstandi ng as they c hose. There' was no u s e talk ing further, so far a s they were concerned , o ver the m i sunderstandin g now that the shooti n g end appeared to b e e li m in a ted. Humphy s w ore i n bitt e r rage at D o c Hill. "Don' t be a foo l , " . D o c cri e d . " H u m p h y, it i s n ' t goi n g t o do you a n y good t o h ow l like a wolf this tri p. I tell y o u, man, I a in't n o enemy o f yourn. I'm ' you r fri e nd. Get off this b ooze fight and keep things under you r h a t. You are m a rk e d , I tell yott, by the Vigilantes a n d yo u o u g h t to b e getting out of town and not be trying to make a muss o ver nothing in my sa l oon." D o c sa i d this s lo w l y and look e d . in the eye of Hump h y as he spok e .the wor d s. The language some ho w or other rushed into the drink-crazed brain of the out law and he p artially sobered up. He knew that Doc was not a " hot air pus 1er " but meant what he said. , . " You 're a good fell e r Doc," Bumphy saiq. " Don't • say nutt i ri' m o r e . Le' s h ev ' a drink. " , . Doc nodded. . " All right, " he repli , etl, "we will have a drink if y:ou \.vill jump . t h e town q uick . Y'ou gO! h ome and pack up befo r e you into troub'le. " As he Doc h a n de d Humphy back his gun. The ' twb men d rank. t,ogethe r and' then Doc leaned o v e r the bar a n d conti n u ed h i s conversation. " L oo k here, Humph y , " Doc in an easy t one, " y o u k now I d o11' t ' chuc k a n y bluffs , dop't you?" " T h et's right," r e plied Humphy . , " \IV all, feel in ' thet way, l e t m e say something to v o u . Y o n and Jubal Janrow e h ez had an argttment, hasn't y'e? ' : adde d Do c : . ' " \1\To•aq.l, thar's ' b a db J o0tl ,US for SOl•ne, time, :you k now. He s . e z--" ; "Never mind goin g i nto the a r g u ment," che eked Doc. "I d o n't c a r e a nythin' . a b out it. You jest said it all w ' . en ye sa i d thar was b l oo d feud Q n , betw een you and J ann; m re. :t>low w h a t I w a s going to say is this-J amow e h ez bee n s een jn Dead M ines, ' loaded to the gunwales . with weepj n s an' he was a f er y o u ." " I.6okin' f e r . 11>1e? ' l 1 . " Yes . " Thi s , sobe r ed Httm p h y quicker than anything tha t had b ee n said to hi m . ' ' In tlie lig h t \ of e vent i b ' t he NorthW ,est 'when oJ:le b a d-mati " l oo k s " for a nother there' s trouble in the • I " , atr. Humph y k ne w t his as well as any gtm-man on earth. . "V\T all," h e st1eered, " I ai n ' goi n ' ter take d0wn fer no mJ.n o n earth. W o t 's J a n r ow e huntin' fer me on?" " He think s you told the .\Tig ilcl.ntes too many facts about him, " said Doc Hill. ' • ;, He' s l o co e d! . •He' s plumb locoed! I tell the Vigi lantes? Wall , .I . g u es s n ot! I ain ' t so frienaly with t ,hem p u ps the t,,fk; i n aff 0rd tel," talk t p 'en1 mltlch." . The r e ;v.ra s a ' of s ometh'it;Ig that appeared 1io creep i n the ro o m . Just wha t it was no one seemed to know; but every man felt a little electric tingle go thro u g h his bo,dy. ' Something was going to happen; possibly .it was the f e eling tha:t o n e has a t times popularl y called the " , feel in g that some one has stepped on my grave." Then the s haqo w whiCh w as first seen near the door crep t in . " L oo k out! There' s J anrowe," cried Doc Hill, as h e ducked d own behind the bar to es c ape , any flying bullet. , The f a ro pla y ers slid under the table. ' One man jumpe d o u t o f a n open windo w. ,


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. I I Two desperadoes faced eac.Q other in the dim light of the bar-room. . . The plain_wood bar polished.. to a dirty _white made a b _ a 9kmg for as he swung against it , pulhng revolver with a qmck twist from its holster and takmg dashing aim at the form which stoo d crouching in fighting ' gun-man pose just under the shadow that jlitted toward the main door of the saloon. In J ubal J anrowe pulled his weapon. . The gun-men's battle had 'begun! ' ,. CHAPTER V. ERrC FLOYD SEES A • LIGHT. " Ye s, he a,ttencled our Vig iJ.antes mee ting and stu ck us up ab the peint of his gun," said Eric Floyd. '.' l -Ie' s all right, now you will admi' t that?" a girlish voice am > wered. ' N;ellie ' Liston, detective in the employ of the Fort Anderso n Stage Company said the last words in an admirih g tone of v-oice. . • The clever youi1g girl had reached Dead Mines in the " . fake-coach," with Comanche Fred on the box driving p1oudly, and neither haa " let on"' of the trick played on the . o u tlaw, Jubal Janrowe, nor had they of the " fools-gold " o f which h'e was pos sessed m , wlaat he thought had been the crowning . fin a ncial care e r of his life of crim ,e. T he two, Comanche Fred and .,Nellie Liston, were anx ious for results in 'the way of rounding up J ubal Janrowe, outl'aw, and did not take any one into their c G mfidences a s . to tlie f ct that the "fake-coach" had1 been r ' obbed. , • Nellie went directly to Mrs. Floyd's home, where she told a pathetic story of the hold-up in words painting her distress and fear in a manrrer that made Eric Floyd tingle with anger and a, desire to forthwith shoot the bandit who had so ft'igllltened his mother's qelightful -x:isitor. .. Mrs. one of th0se 'm0ony women 'who s e head is in tla'e very so often , wqs easily persuaded by the fascinating Nellie into thiiiKing that sl)e had invited the g:irl to come 1 n u m Denver to visit h e r, and t)1at Nellie was the daughter of some school ,girl friend ; w hile to be candid Nellie had not heard of Mrs. Floyd up to the beginning of her ruse to get the gold-dust "by". the outlaws raid, which it was feared . w a s to be tried .,out: So while there was_ much talk about the hold-up of the " fal < e. coach," . the fact that a few hours behind the fake one an coa!,:h ran into and out oft qead Mines, conunent at all-but in last ' coach went speedin g the tjea:l gold-dust, while Nellie remainea in • De d Mines for the purpose of continuing her quest for Jubal, Janrowe, for s\1e felt that her detective work w a s half clone if sh e allowed the rhan who held-up her to escape final justice. ' " Well," Eric after he had somewhat upon the girl's words. "I guess it was pretty sandy." , " Did J ubal get away with it?" questioned Nellie, who had private reasons of her own for wishing to hear all the news of the doings of the from Eric. 1 1 " Explain. " . "W-e-1-1-1! Somewhat!" J "You know what happens when a man sticks a gun out and declares himself?" Nellie was wise .beyond her years in the outlaws' methods. She laughed in a tinkle o f merriment. " , a man. sticks a gun out in his fist and de clares himself , at the same time," she said, "there isn't much room for argument in any way. " "Not _much," admitted Eric. "You see, we just were plamly floored when the masked man we thought was one of our members prov ed to. be the bandit J ubal J anrowe, and when we got our wits going and w ere ready to take a chance and rush J ubal, he just naturally JUmped out of the door, near which he sat and disappea n ed." " He hurt no one?" "No. There wasn't time for much shooting. He declared himself, stood up about siX> .feet or seven high, it seemed to me, bristled all over with revolvers and v anished into the ni ght like a bally ghost!" , " Quick . work, was it? " "It w as." " He k nows now that the Vigilantes 11ave declared death to hi'm? " " He d o es. " . " He f ought for up to the last ditch-I fancy he would be g lad t o get away w'ith a banishment sentence in safety ." "Tha t is what we all thought." "But now he kn'ows the Vigila:ntes are up, he just will look out "for hifuself and he will be harder to catch!" "That's right! " D o you !>Up pos e he knew any of you men?" " N 0 . I may as well admit we were all masked." " Oh! " . " Y ott s ee, we don't let anjr' one know our identity in the ranks of the Vigilat?-tes . " u There was no way of any (jnes knowing that the masked figure near him, say, yvas some one he knew?" " No one. " "Tl)en so far as you all are concerned he knew nothing of your identity?" . Ji:ric thought the matter over a moment. " I don ' t think 1 would go as far as that," he said . " I am afra:id he knew me. I had things to and my voice is one that is easily recognized even if I am masked . " It w as ellie's time to think matters over now. It was as she susp ected , however, for from the first she. knew Eric was so hm1es t in his way of speaking that nnaske'd or unmasked [;lny one who knew him . at all wou l d kifOW whom he was with their eyes shut. "Then, -taking everything into consideration you may as well say th?-t the outlaw Janrowe would know you fr o m your voice? " Ne1lie said. "Nd question of it, I fear, " replied Eric. "It therefo re , se ems to me, that there's one c ourse for yo u to pursue." "\i\.Th a b is that?" "Ge t your best and go gunning for Jubal J anrow e , and also aid the .Vigilantes to get him if you mi s s him." "You kno w there' s a committee fr:om the 'vigilantes 1after tl Q e f e llow now , " remarked Eric. "It's narrowed down to him or the organizat ion. It's the first _ time that any o q e has e yer managed. to break


. 10 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ' ( . . ; . 1:: . I into _our secret meetings and we all feel that when _ -e l l ie squinted her eyes as if peering into the futUJ;e he d1d so a n d said that he had done so when he delike a sooth-sayer of ancient days. clared himself, that J ubal Jan rowe sealed his own " I see a spot some fifty miles from here," she said . in the whining, whistling vo . ice of a fortune-teller. " Neverthel es s, I think it was a thing to do. " Good eyes, haven't you?" .asked Er:ic. I n fact w h ile it was a fool thing to do, it was the best " I see," added Nellie payin g n o attention to the thing for Janrowe to do. He knew that he had. the j o ke, ''that the spot I am l ook in g for is on the Lake Indian sign on h im for executi o n, and he might just of the vVoods trail-yes it's fifty mil{\s from here a s well stand up and tell you what he , thought of a -nd--" you all as to crawl and get hanged like a cheap dog "And what?" .....:..yes, J ubal is quite a man. What did he say to you " I see a name in-the-air-above-this-spot-very good, a ll' " . ' .. but can I read it-yes, famtly.' . . " something about catching a man before you can Nellie's eyes were up like a trance r,nedium. hang him-som.ething lik e that. I didn't quite under""What's the name?" snapped Eric. sta11d exactl y what , he said. But it was along those "My control i s an Indi'an .Weeping Willow," ambled lin es . " o n the g irl. " See ms to me he q0n't get those Nelli e chuckl ed . word s clear-no, they are too faint, I can't see th' e let" Goo d man, o utlaw," she said. "Handed it ters." to you in your teeth, eh?" Nellie began to shudder like a ship in a storm, while "Rather!,; , Eric not full y certain in hi s owfi mind whether the " Vvasn't afraid of a mfln in the shop? " g ir l was "stringing" him or was telling him facts "Not a bit." d rawn f r om a mecliumisol:ic bout with spirits 'of the "Ready to stand up and tell you all what he. thought other world. of you?" ,. . vVhite he wonderetl ::\e\iie continued. "Th a t's right." "I see a young man-why he looks like yoti with a " D id any of you take a shot a t him?" gun i n his h and riding for that spot fifty . miles from " D i d n't ha:ve time. 1-Je moseyed before _we could here," the g irl added. "Yes, I see hinrr! H is going to get acti on o n ' him.'' n'leet and shoot J ubal J amowe the outlaw-oh, now "Hum!'' I see the name of the place." Nelli e had made up her mind n o w what course to " )i\Th a t i s it? " asked Eric his' face dark with purpur;:;ue . , "You're a p retty d escent chap-for a man-" Nellie finally said to Eric. "';[' hank you! " h e cried. "And as I'm your mother's g u es t it l ooks to me as i f I would have t o d o so m ething that would show my appreciation of the courtesy she has shown me-to say nothing about your being a real nice boy, and I would lik e t o do yotf a favor." E ric o p ened hi s As vyas twenty-six years old and Nelli e was sweet and twenty, he rather ob j ected to bein g called a b oy, but he l e t it all pass turned an atten ti ve ear to the girl. " Now," Nell ie added, " L'm going to tell you a thingo r two t hat's strictly a secret." \IVith a low bo w from his sombrero that swept the groun d E ric awaited Nellie's next sentence. "It isn't polite to make f un of you r young woman friends," Ie lli e said. " Excuse me . You mean 'not to make fun of my pretty youn g vvomen friend s. ' don't you?" "Sakes al i ve," r eturned Ne llie , "this young man isn't f a li s h eno u g h t o try and pay me compliments when h e stand s on the brinl< o f his grave, is h e ? I verily believe that he is, at that! " Eric tnrnecl a trifle r edde r than hi s healthy out door complexion of tan usually carried . He tossed his shock of brown h air back from h i s forehead and look ed at the girl with his honest hazel eyes. " Loo k here," he remarked. " You've got some thing t o tell me, and you are casti n g about for the best way' t o say it, now a ren't you, comp lim ents or no c o mpliments?" Nellie nodded w ith a smile at the young man's d iscernment. "You are what is called a ' fly' young person," the o-id said. ' "' "Now tell me what you wished to say?" pose. " L one Star ranch," whispered the "Hah!" muttered Eric. ' , wh e n Nelli e . opened her eyes again which she had pnrposely shut tight she was a lone ' . S h e J'aughed to herself grin1ly. "Eri c Floyd knows tha t when yo u are threatened b y a gun-ma n , you must get to ymw gun first! I hope the boy won't get. killed. He i s a fine fellow." i:o l'ler se lf the g irl began plQtting further ' f o r the destruction of the 1tamous outlaw. 1 " A woman can pl o t even if she can't fight w 'ith the rernarked N elli'e to he rpelf. " I wonder if J ubal Jan rowe has out that he a treasure bo x filled with fool s -gold! " CHAPTER VI. THE GUN-MEN'S DUEL. The flashing of revolvers, tl;e smo e 0f the explo s ion of the cartridges they containea, and the noise of the detonating as -they whizzed. in the narr ow s pace o f the bat-room of .the Coyote's Home, • made bedlam. It would hardly ' have been thought that two noto rious g u n -fightets each a re volve r shot of merit could have fired af eac h other point-blank not twenty-five feet apart and yet no ' t kill each other at the first fire. But there was a reason for this situation. The lights of ,the saloon were made b'y placing small kerosene lamps on a big two inch pipe, which was fille d with oi l at one end. This system ga,-ve a fitful supply o f oil to each lamp and after all, , ' each one s h e d but a shadowy light. Thus the bar-room. was partially in darkness and in shadowy li ght. '


.. . ' " THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 11 Jubai Janrowe, a nd Humphy Davis each practiced ln gun-fighting in a sal o on, crouched low, danced about from spot to spot and in the half. 'light neither got a fatal wound in the first minute of the battle when each sent s ix shots from his revolver . flying towarq his enemy. ' It was then that Humphy dodged around one end of -the bar' . ...,. From this partial shelter he reckoned that he would have breathing spell in which to get his second revolver into action. But J anrowe savy immediately the trick of his enemy. " Come out, ye houn' pup ! " Jan rowe yelled. " Come out and fight me like a man! " He darted around the corner of the bar as he spoke. It is strange how much dep.ends on a second! In pulling his second gun from his holster at his left hip, the muzzle caught. This accident was only a fraction of a second but it was this fraction qf time that cost Humphy Davis his life. . , There was just a hesitancy in the getting of the gun g'oing ,that gave the rival fighter the advantage he wished. His revolver sounded ! He had pulled his second gun with exquisite .neat-ness and despatch. 1 His shot -struck Humphy Davis right between his eyes. ' •' Both of Humphy's hands went high in the air. He spun around twice, his gun.clattered to the floor, and he followed i t in one great crash, stone dead. . Jubal Janrowe had "hunted" for Humphy Davis in great success! 'There was one less gun-i:nan in Mackenzie terri tory for 1:he Vigilantes .to deal with. Without stopJ?ingto see the actual effect of his shot, Janrowe, snarling like a wolf robbed of its prey, turned toward the pent up fnen in under the faro table. " Whar' s • Doc Hill? " J anrowe howled. "He sent me w0rd thet tha1' wa_sn't room enough in this hyar territory fer me an' him. Whar's the cuss? Let him come hyar and b'ack his words." 1 ' Not a sound resulted. ' Doc Hill was wise. He remained tightly packed into a narrow space behind his own bar. He was not feeling in a shooting mood just then. Doc was brave enough, but he had a little information . that for ' gun-men in the present state of public opinion in Dead Mines, to figure in a shooting scrape meant possibly a visit from the Vigilantes. He did not see how a fight with J ubal was going to help him any. In fact he saw how it might end in his lynching, or banishment from the territory and as the. Coyote's Home in spite of its name was a popular gin-mill in the hamlet, ,he had no mind to 1-isk either life, or for tune, in a fool fig-ht -with the outlaw whom he knew was already under the Vigilante ban. ' So Doc sat tight. , After glaring around the and seeing no further traces of any enemy, save the dead one wel tering in his blood on the floor, Janrowe stalked from the room like an, angry lion, and directly there came echoing back the sound of his horse's feet as they pounded away down the. ina in street of the hamlet. In a second the saloon seemed to be alive with a laughing, , excited crowd. \ Vhere all the men came f rom was a w onder. But here t h e y wer e i n a g r and rus h of talking, swearing, lau g hin g p eo pl e. . " Shooting-up here?" . declared one visitor. "V\Tho was do in ' it?" "Humphy Davis and Jubal Janrowe," .i'!'!plied a s e cond man, whose face was smjling. as if the. entire tragedy had been arranged for _ his exclusi v e amuse ment. "Vi/ ho's d ead?" asked a third person. . Some o ne p ointed to the form of Humphy. "Hully Gee! Got him 'tween the eyes," remarked Doc . Hill, who had emerged from his hiding place. " Smart shot, now wasn't it? " Half a dozen men then c arried out the body of Davis, who would be buried the next day or two a.!ter a popular had been taken up to pay the necessary expense s . . Humphy, who was on the verge of being lynched by the V igil antes, after having been killed in a saloon ' fight b y a n other de s p e rado, in the 'popular heart' became enshrined a s a type of hero, owing to the fact that in his death he had the town of-Dead Mines the fir s t fillip o f excitement it had had. since the Crazy Horse g o ld-mine had petyred out. On s uch unsubstantial pinnacl e s many other repu t a ti o ns f o r heroeship often rest. T o a fe w of hi s cro nie s D o c Hill described the fight. E veryorie deeply interested listened .with great pleas ure. \i Vhere each man stood at the beginning of the fraca s , how each man dodged,here and there, up',to the final shot which ended of Humphy Davis, was gone over again a1;1d a g ain , and each move of the fight in g d e spera d o e s w a s critici s ed or praised by the ex perts , for n o t .a man in the ro o m but had figured more or l ess in sal oon brawls. "\i\T all ," r emarked a big Swede kno'wn as Warty C o llin s, "Thar's one thing I see , an' that Jub J am owe . i s now a goin ' ter take t' the woods fer fair! It' s him or th.e Vigilantes neow. Say, thar's sure p0p t r o ubl e fer some one." v Vart v oiced the public feeling. Doc H ill spat m e ditati v el y . "I've all us notice ," he remarked with much unction "that two sort o ' phases in a reg'lar outlaw's car-eer." " \i\T o t a re they?" queried Warty Collins, as l;J.e scratch e d s evera1 large war t like places on his gnarled fa c e whic h ha8. given him his n a m e in the COJTimunity. "\i\Tall, " resumed D o c Hill. "Fust ye see the hold u p m a n. t he R o adage n t, a n ' the jest natch'l gunfight er." " Oh,' sai.d \i\ farty . "Then th' time c o m es w e n th' bad-man gits mixed up in a shootin' like this here, " remarked Doc Hill further. h'e kno w s thet he's an outlaw fer fair. He eithe r skips th' c ountry o r he goes plumb locoed . an ' kill s a n' kill s everythin' o n sight, like a war-party o' r e d Injuns, thet m ake e t a pint o' honor ter kill everythin' they s e es when on th' war-path from a . mi skee t e r t e r a m a n. " " T h e t' s so," r e plied Warty . " Tow whar' s J ub 'Jan r o w e goin' t e r g it ter? " Aga in D o c Hill aimed a l o n g stream of tobacco fr o m hi s pursed up lips at a spittoon in thee salo o n a :vard away from him. ,


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. The was unerring. After watching the shot and notmg 1ts accuracy Doc Hill continued his remarks. " I_ think I ever hearn tell o' J ubal Jan rowe runnm from man or wild beast " he summed up with " . ' accuracy. In fact I don't 'think thet thet outlaw will run." ' 1 ' :f he stays, wot then?" snapped Warty . . "I am arter thimkilll' thet thar' s goin' to be" some in this hyar camp of Dead Mines," replied Doc Htll wtth a fina l note in his g ruff voice . "Et looks thet way," rejoined Warty. "Wall, I guess I'!.! go burn an' dean up _my gun. Looks ter me thet I may need ter hev irt: sure ter go 'of wen I calls on et. Ef thar's goin' ter be m0re shootin' in this hyar teowm o' Defbcli Mines I just guess I'd Eke te.r be in the centre Ol'L i t . " . From 'the cleaning of w eapons and the general feel in g all over Dead Mines that night, , tht:;re were a good many other peo{!>.le who wanted to join Warty Collins, and be "in th' centre on it," when J ubal Jan rowe took to the bushe' s as a regular w ild-b eas t of a hunted man, as was now a focegone V; CHAPTER VII. I' THE ROBBERY OF THE . . Not twenty-four hom; s later the town of D . ead Mines got another th1ill . It came just after midnight when there were few people abouL In faet only tq, e Coyote Home, the saloon of D0c Hill, was open at the time the thrill arrived. 1t had been qul.te a night< at the saloon . Warty C0llins had got his semi-monthly "jag" on and had started to break the bank at faro. He had succeeded iry a He had .ca .used One Finger Pete, the fa ro-dealer, to sweat 1Ylo0d for three hours of fast play, and had c l-eaned up soine , two thousand doll ars goo d and ' lawful Canadian money, wpen the ga

I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. H11 pointed his Doc Hill's head. gun m his right hand directly at was s een to be quietly clf'!aning up his revolvers w hile h e w hi s tled s oftly to himself. o r die he proposed to be ready for the promised r e t urn of J anrowe, the outlaw. ' " Here, you' liver colored pup," the bandit cried, " com e over hyar whar I kin tell ye what I feel like W hile the merits and dements of his hold-up was He being s o _thoroughly discussed three forms were hurr ying aw a y t oward the Lone Star ranch; the home of the outlaw quartette. tell in'. " .• ' Doc knew better _than to r ,!;jsist the order. p,romptly, stepped toward the outlaw. "Now ye was the feller -thet sent a message ter me, want .ye' ? " J ahrowe asked his _face red with wrath, and a deadly light of ' damger in his , " Wall, I was hevin' some talk with yar woman an' I guess I did send somethin' o! a . message, an' a warnin' ter ye," replied Doc Hill, who knew that Mrs. Janrowe must have told her husband of her conversation with him, and that denial would not help him any. " Y ass. Ye said thet thar want room in Mackenzie territory fer me and you d idn't y e ? " nodded. . " Wall, I oJ;lgh t ter kill ye." , " Y e c a n do as y e pleftse-ye hev the drop on me? " growled Hill. , "Wall, I ain ' t erg6 in ' ter kill ye pup, although I outer. I ain ' t g o in ' t e r hev it s aid the t J ubal J anrowe ; the out la w , t oo k n o advantag e o ' an y ma n ! I'm h yar ter gin ye a w'arni n ! I'm comin ' back t e r g i v y e a fair fig 11t and a ch a n s t fet : yer l ife. Not one onto y ou in this room kin say the t I'm not g;i v in ' ye a ch anst fe r your dirty life. Ye, h ee l y e r s elf ; D o c H ill, f e r the n ex t time I ye, one O]'l.t o u s '!pill b ite the .dust o f the streets o' Dead , . Mines an' don ' t ye fe' rgit it! " . ' Doc ' H ill breathed free ' r. A t all e v ents he wasn' t g o in g to be shot this time a n d h e f elt that he c ould take his " chanst" with a gun even / a g ainst s u ' ch a red oubta ble fighter as the out-la w t h a t s t oo d b efore him. , "Thet's a ll! I've h yar ter night ter give ye a tast e o ' m e quality," s a id the th1.1g at last. " I've got yar cash ri ght h yar in me clothe s , an' yar jewelry is thar in thet bag over me frien ' s shoulder--:-wall , thet will be about all ternjght! " • There w a s a grin on the face of J anrowe as he backed out of the saloon. He had held up tne only bank in Dead Mines; the fa r o bank! .' He had eorraled the lawless men, of the town in one fell swoop and had r obbed the . robbers of all they pos s es s ed. For'half an hourjafter the departure of Janrowe, the m en in the s a lo o n lau ghed and ch atted. but did not attemp t pursuit in the sli g h test d egree. kne.w how _useles s pursuit w ould be . " Wall, " r e m a rked Cross Eyed Tim Quentin, " we sartin got in thar." "Big haul!" said Indian John. " Yas," replied J anrowe,' " 'twas pooty good." J anrow e then directed Indian John to keep well be hind and with Injun cunning and craft assure himself that. there was no pursuit. , " W e mustn't take no chanst thet we are follered , " J anrowe said. . ' Inj_un J 0hn fell back immediately intent on his this-sian: This left Cross. Eyed Tim and Janrowe riding for war d at a l o n g steady lope. . " Ets lucky thet I was fly ernough ter hev h osses staked ou t every t e n m il e e r less, wl).ar it' s heavy goin ' e r we'd never git to no r a n c h ef w e tried ter do this hyar fif t y mpe rid e o n one ho s s e very time. " "Thet's s.o. It's1luckl th. e t all one hez ter do in this hyar ter rito r y i s ter fin a a goo d grazin' spot, lariat our h oss 'ter a n i ro n pin en le t n i m ' eat his fill* till we come, -en git him." " T ak in' care t e r put th' hos s whar the lariat will g in hi m a c h a n s t ter git drinkin' water," reproachfully added C r oss E yed Tim. ' " Wall , e t . so l ves the moti v e pow!!r fer us felle r s, th,isa -way." . "Et s h o r e d o es! " T h e two men r o d e a long i n sil e nce f o r a brief stretch. "Tha r 's one thing I don't like, en thet is this hangin' 'roun d hyar ," s a ' id Cro s s E yed Tim, at length. • "Wh y not? " " Ees fly in ' inter the face o' things we can't fly under or into." cr No save y. " " W all , I'll help ye ter savey. Et's this way-wot cha n s t d e r any o' us ef we are caught by the Vigilantes? " "Nohe." " T h ey'd hang us i n t'ree minutes!" " Les sen that!". "Noww e fellers may git away from the Vigilantes fer quite a spell but seein' ez we are only fou r an' they's man y, 7we hez gotter gi t caught some tim e o r 'nother." • " . Ef the ketch thar chap," r J anrow e n.odded . yv a \tY Collms,. ;t IS onposstble fer us ter " "Wall, " he said, "I'm knaw in ' all o' thet I Say, et, speci ally we , h a m t _got no handy an . Cros s Eyed Tim, I ain ' t no t enderfoot. Ef ye he z got Jan rowe and his podner hed t w o pooty goocj. ones cold feet ye kin pull ou t o ' this ez quick ez ye wisht." jedgin' b y th' sound they made w'en they gits " D o n ' t talk f oo l tal k . I ain' t again' ter p u ll out. gai n' . " , In fac' I'll stick b y y e ter grave itself, b u t I'm There was w ise shaking of h ea ds o ve r this decision just tell 1n' y e thet I think y e are in wrong and thar w hi c h was pro n ounced t o b e goo d . ' ain't n o kinder sense iri wot yer do i n '-ef I w e r e y ot.\ "Wall, " added Warty, "thet was the slickest thing I'd c a ll t his h yar game er draw one and git fer thet ever I seen put over. I'll be darned ef 'twant other parts o ' Breet ish Nort' 'Merica-Yar not wante(:.\ wuth the moo ter be s f uck up thet way! Hyar we is hyar." • . all th' gun-men left in J:)ead Mines a .n' one feller he , "Wall, I'm comin' ter thet ," repli e d J anro we. " gits to l!lS an' li n es u s al1 up agin' th' wall while his I make s one er two more g ood hauls like ther one side-poddner goes through us. Heugh! Heugh! we git s from thet c oa ch en the one we gits from them Heugh! " 1 •• c h a p s in the Coy ote Home, an ' w' en I shoots-up thet feZWhile coughed Doc Hill said nothing. l er Do c H ill, then I'm yourn ter command. Ye kitt look . '


14 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. fer me -ter gin out o' this hyar territory arter them things i s accompl i s hed. D'ye see?" C ross Eyed T i m "saw" a11 Tight ; but he refused to be conv inced. / "W'y say, " cried Tim, "ef ye hez made up yar mind thet settles et, but any minute thetp Vigilantes are li ab l e ter git ye -don't ye think a seco nCi' thet them fe llers ain't arter ye. They might• come right eout of then1 bushes et ye now." T hese were prophetic :words. F rom the. bushes to the right there rang out. the qu ick blare of a rifle. How J anrowe escaped no one knows to this day. T h e bul let f ro m t h e rifle clipped his hat from his h ead and s en t it spin,ning at an a ngle toward cr deep river that r a n along the s id e o'f the trail here. The riv e r , mapped as \nderson Riv e r , was heavy irotn r ec ent rains. It was bankfull and ooom ing and the waters invited o n e ; v i shing death to ente'iit; d eath seemed to lurk in . the foam ca pp e d waste of the to?sing,. of wat e r through which r oc k s co uld be seen JUttmg; and g reat trees at speed toward the l owe r e nd ot th e tnrhtd s t r ea m as 1t swept around a hi g h m ountain's foot . T h e shot from the bu s h e s e.ova s followed by the roar of other sl1ots. "J..-ook eo u t ! " shri eked C r oss Eyed Tim. " Et' s them V i gila n t es! We're ambushed, J ubal!' CHAPTER VIII. Eri c F l oyd rode str aight from the side of pretty Nellie Li s ton, to the cabin of Sam Batch. \N h ethe r h e had understood the pretty girl's subter1 u ge o r not he • did not even confess to . ' T h e thing he had understood was that N elhe wtshed to tell him where t h e outlaw Jubal Janrowe could found. . Eric whose busines s was that of a fur-trader in a small and whose father had left him well . off in this world's goods, knew little about the Lone Star ninch. In fact he had not thought that ranches in Mack e nzi e territor y existed at. a ll. In a l a nd of forest and mo untain, wild, unbroken, thinly popu lated , there had not been much attempt to es t ab lish the art s of peace, such as ranchc;:s would indicate. But Eri"c k n ew that there would be one thing about t h e ranch that would be definite and that was its hist<;>ry, i f he could ge t at it. No one was qui1e as well informed about matters of 'ranches as was Sam Batch. So naturally, Eric made a bee-line for Sam's home to see if h e could get the desired information. L uckily Sam was at home. "Hello," h e said to Eric's greeti_ng . "What can I do fqr you?" " I want information," replied Eric. "This is where yo u can get it in large chunks!" " That being st>, what d o yo u know about the Lone Star ranch? " " \"Nell not rrluch. I know there's such a ranch some fifty from here and that the ranch w?s owned severa1 yea r s ago b y a man the United who was anxioas to start some kmd of cattle bustness in Mackenzie territory." " Oh! " "The ranch was seve r a l hundreds of acres at one time, and was made ou t of part bottom land along the Anderson River, and part of cleared places wrested the fore s t, but so mehov....or other the plan didn't work, and the was g iven up. The chap that started the plan went West further and that's about all I remember." " W ho ' s li v in g on the ranch l }OW? " "No one.' " Sure?" "N-o. Not dead sure. But I faricy that no one would like to li v e out ther e in such an unoccupied spot, for its full fifty miles from anywhere. I suppose the buildings are all tumbled down by this time-" "No, they are not. They are being used." " Don' t believe it-but why do you say -that?" " I have inside information that are being occupied." , " By whom?" " Guess." " I can't." " Then I w ill tell yo u ." " Go ahead ! " " They are oc cupied by J ubal J anrowe and his two thu g s ide partners, Cross Eyed Tim Quentin, and In-dian John." 1 San{ ' Batch took his pipe out and winked in utter amazem e nt. . " I don' t belie ve it," he satd. " It's true." " Well, if it is it's big news for . the Vigilantes. Do you know tha t they are searching near and far for the outlaws and not a singJe trace of where they can be found have they gotten." "Non s en s e! They can't have searched very far or they would have found the men at Lone Star ranch." " The reas on why they didn't find them there was because they didn ' t search there, eh?" . " I S?PPOSe that was it f0r 110 one would have thought that J anrowe would have had the nerve td have gone to such a well known place to locate.'' "It's the well known places that one is safest in. It's where no one wo uld look that makes one safe and a man can disappear better in a crowded city in a country place.'' " I guess that's right." The news variously afliected the two men. Sam Batch was . wondering how Eric learned t'he haunts of the bandits. Eric was wondering ho'fV Nellie Liston learned them. "Ifs stranger than ficti qn," thought Sarrt, "where all this info_rmation . comes fro_m-butEric is • pretty square and 1t looks to me as Jf he got next in some w ay, and didn ' t want any one to know how he got hi's tip." "I'd give a four dollar bill up if it could be shown me how Nellie Liston knew where the bandits were lyjng out," thought Eric .. " She didn't impose on me a bit wjth her funny bpsmess about 'spirit control.' She just told me that for reasons of her own-what were those reasons? " ., The young man's resolute chin stuck out as he spoke. ., "I' m going to know where Nellie got the inf0rma tion, some day very soon," Eric remarked to himself.


. , THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . 15 Sam Batch b r oke the silence. .. \Aj el l, " h e said, " it l ook s to me as if there was ''somethin g doing' for the I think we all want to get our hooks o n J anrowe, but even if we do I'll admit that he is a nervy bandit and carries things with a high hand in these latitudes." " He ha;:;-so far." " I suppose you have heard that he has held up the bank in the Coyote's Home haven't you? ., . " N -o. " . " D id it last night." Eric burst into a roar of laughter. .,# '; Held up the Coyote's Home with his enemy Doc H ill there? " Eric asked. "That's what!" "By thunder, Janrowe is a peach! \tVho would ever think h e had the nerve to dodge into the saloon and hold it up-why there's not a man that frequents the p l ac e that i s n't a gun-man who is used. to shooting at the d r op of the hat." ' V t e ll, he did it." ' ' H e ' s a wonder! " " Did you ever think that there is another thing to consider about this outlaw, and that is that we Vigilantes haven' t g o t a sure easy thing in c atching him." " I guess yes. How in thunder do you suppose he got w i se to where we were holding our meetings?" " Y o u mean here? " " Of course." "I donJ't know." " Could any one have peached on v.s?" " That's impossible." "Why?" " Because the men in the ranks of the Vigilantes don't peach on any one, you know-why we know every man in the r anks ! " , "Th at's sO. But how d o you suppose Janrowe f ound out about our meeting place and obtained entrance? " " I figure it that he followed us to my shack-that is, he followed some. one person there, don't you knbw. Then as we always put on our white masks before we reacl;J. the meeting place I fancy he just followed suit and butted in to our meeting." "But the pass-word?" " I fancy some one slipped a cog and didn't see him slip by them and so he didn't have to give the pass word." Eric thought. over the rpatter for some time. It seemed to him that there was rather of a weak system in the Vigilantes' ranks when a bandit the organization was about to condemn to death slipped in and wit nessed own trial and the determination to lynch him and then h9-d the nerve to pull a gun and declare himself. "That fellow J,anrowe is no ordinary outlaw, " Eric summed up. " I think in the penetration to the depths of our secrets, in the holding up and the taking of the roll of the Coyote's Home in the face of the gang that freqtlent it, he made a record that will resound in criminal annals in the North-West for some time-yet, after all, don't you see, Sam, that his downfall is only a question of time? " " Yep ! We'll git him some fine day and hang him up high where wolves can't jump to bite him and where he would not feel their bites if they did." "That's it! What is there i:n all this personal bravery, this ingenuity on 'the . part o f this outlaw for h imself : If he was an honest man, the two deeds he h a d pulle d o ver i f alorrg honest lines would have made him a hero for life." .. You 're ri ght! As an outlaw he can' t get anything but death like a felon, and it seems t o me too bad that a nJan of the address of this' chap, who can pull' over such daring acts, hasn' t put his talents to better use tha n to be an outlaw." " You might say that of all offenders against law and order. If they would only stop to think there wouldn' t any outlaws a.nywhere. There' s so many ways of drrectmg talents m , decent lines than in out lawry--" "Well, the o nl y thing w e have to do is to look out /, after this chap and hang him so quick that it won' t be poss i b l e t o u s e his well directed or misdirected talents a t all, e h?" ' You 're on! " "\tVh a t d 'ye think we' d better do?" " Get s ome of the boys together and start out for the Lone Star ranch. Looks to me as if we could have a hanging be e soo n after our arrival there." " Right oh! How about the wife of J anrowe? what shall we do with her?" " We certa i n can't hang a woman, now can we? " " By hockey no, although between us she deserves hanging quite as m u c h as her husband, Janrowe." " That's true! W ell, the only !;hing for us to do is to do the best we can and that rs hang her husband and the t w o men we know are his aides." '"You mean Cross Eyed Tim Quentin and Injun John?" . ' I do. vV e w ill hang the three men and let the w oman go-just warn her out of the territory." "That's the ticket! Now let' s g o and get the boys." An hour later the two .men, Sam Batch and Eric Floyd , were travelling on the "upper deck of two bronchos." With them were the seven other members of the Vigilantes, which they nad hastily gathered together. All w 'ere well mounted and rode hard. Thus it was when they had turned a part of the trail that led along the banks of the Anderson River, that they saw coming behind them in the distance, the very three men they were . after, J anrowe, Cross Eyed Tim and Indian John. In two bounds the party was cleanly hidden in some cotto nwood trees along the trail, and there a quick council of war was held. "It looks like bushwhac ki n g to fire on unsuspecting men, even i f are b an?its, from this shelter," grumble d Eric. "I don't care what it looks like, " sneered Sam Batch. "Do you think those c haps would g ive,us the b e n efit of any scruples l ike this if our positions were reversed? D on't get woozy ! Get to the bandits and s t op a ll this palaver quick as a w inl c A. few shots and the game is over for them and for us-l'm thinking of the good riddance it w ill be to the entire hamlet of Dead Mines and the territory 1a t large, if we get the whole bunch at our firs t shots-look out here they come!" The outlaws came <;iriving on at speed. " Fire! " yelled Sam when the thugs were .directly opposite. . The weapons of the Vigilantes roared in unison as an echo to the rifle of Sam Batch who shot straight at Juba l Janrowe as he spoke the commanding word.


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. CHAPTER IX. A D ASH FOR LIFE. " L o ok o ut, boys, " yelled J ubal J GJ,nrowe, who, gifted with the al most second sight of the outlaw han almost ' ' s m e ll e d the f act that he and his party had been am-bus h e d by the Vigilantes before even the word of comman d t o fir e had passed Sam Batch's lips . As J anrow e ye lled he ducked the flash of Sam B atch 's rifle . T h e move m en t was one merely of self preservation but i t won o ut. The m is s ile from Sam' s gun w histled right over the spot where the outlaw' s head had been a moment be fore . . This save d the outlaw's life. A born general, he sa:W in the , flash of a second w h ere the o nl y hope of s a fety lay. . J anrowe cut off fr o m retreat, he saw, . by several forms t ha t bl o cked the n arrow trail, with a steep mountai n whi ch he could not possibly scale at one s i de, had o nl y the floo d e d Anderson River ahead of hi m . , . " Come on , boys , " J anrowe y elled. "This way!" H e whirled h i s h o r s e at the ri v er. The bo ili n g floo d c om in g higher and higher fright en ed the mettl esome a nim a l half out of its wits, and i t and p lunged in a mad effort to escape. J anrow e yelled like a n escaJped lunatic and dug his spurs into t h e poor b east' s sid e . It trembled a: moment ' a n d th e n : under t h e urg in g of v oice and spur hurled itself into t h e terri b l e flood. J anrow e th rew h i mse lf from his horse and catch in g h o l d of the beast's l on g flowing tail, half swam and half was 9-ragged dir ectly into the center of the boiUn g wat er. H i s two com pani ons, Crbs s E y ed Tim and Indian John, when they saw their le ader' s desperate action, ju mped li ke a whirlw ind upon their horse s after him, and pursued the same tactics. T hus i n the t winkling of an eye the swollen stream o f water w a s alive with the fortunes of three outlaws w h o h a d ea ch t o " take a hance" in waters to r emai n i n g 'on land to the absolutely certain de a th , that they knew a w aited t hem there. " B y thu n d er, they a r e es caping," yelled Sam Batch, when he saw the rash deed. " Look ther e ! Oh lo ok! " yelled Eric. They saw Indian John's ho r s e . which came behind the other two b a ndits suddenly stop. , The h ea d went d o w n under water. Then its great body ro lled ov er. It w as drowning it was easy to see. I n d ian John, w ho was swimming behind the horse, t ried to sten l t h e cu t ren . t himself. . He 'lll i'ght as well h av e tried to swim up-stream in the dreaded w hirl poo l o f Niagara Falls as to breast the Anderson R iver when it was bank full at flood time. The Indian for a fe.w stro kes seemed to be holding h is own. T h en h e was lifted . b y a hug e wave. Its crest bore him upon a half sy.bmerged T he bandit's head struck the rock and was crushed i n t h e terri b l e d ash as if it had been an egg shell. \Vithou t a s in g le d eath-cry Indian J ohn turned over on hi s b ac k flo ated for a f e w feet and then sank to rise 0 n o mo re. The sight was such an awesome one that the watchers of the trag ed y from the bank stood open mouthed gazin g at it. , ( 'There' s one bandit beyond the vengeance of the V igilantes," cried Eric as the Indian sank to rise no f . more. "I'm glad," repliea Sam Batch. "I only wish Janrowe and Cross Eyed Tim were floating down stream a lon g side of the outlaw in the same manner. It would s a v e . us a lot of trouble." " I suppose it would," replied Eric. " But don ' t you see, that after all, the outlaws we qeed most h ;we escaped? What does a six by four Indian thug amount to dead or alive? He would keep his Injun wits along p _etty larceny lines if it wasn't for tha t J anrowe. Or, he would, what is worse, be loaded up with wl'l.iskey some day, run amuck and get. killed quickly, eh?" " I suppose that is so. But any .way we are rid of o ne of the three men we were after-but look-there they go, the other t w o most impGJrtant men! " A s the two le a der s o f the Vig ilantes looked across . t h e str e a m they sa'"' f a r away o n the opposite bank out of rifle shot, Juba l Janrowe, w d Cross Eyed Tim, m ounting their horses. . J anrow e as he r o de a way shook his fist in a derisive mann e r at Eric. " H e is giving us the laugh," cried Eric in a disguste d tone. ' " Sm ely! There's no CJ,Ues .tio n of that, " replied Sam Batch. " But don ' t you k n o w the old saying ' he lau g h s best who laughs las t ' ? " "Oh, I k no w it, but I 'to be balked that waysay, w asn' ' t it a peach that r ide do w n the stony way to the ri ver, and' the jumping into the flood ; on the p a r t o f those three men? " . " You bet! I never say anything better done in my life tlrra,n that! I wonder at their nerve." " I don't." "Why not?" . "Beqmse it w as positi v e death for them to where they w ere , for you know what it would have meant if tHey; had remained." ' " They would have waltze d a little while on some thin air, w hich being rather unsubstantial would have ended in their remaining not quite able to waltz any where after a bit." . Both Eric and Sam laughed at each other when they had s poken. "It's a sure thing w e won't fi'nd the outlaws at L o ne Sta r ranch , I suppose, isn't it?" Sam remarked. "I guess you are right. " " Is there any use of proceeding there further? : • ' " I don ' t think there is...!_in. fact it seems to me it wouJd be poor policy for us to go t0 the ran'eh." " Why not-? " , ' " If we g o there and find the :wif e of this 0utlaw t h e r e w e w ill have to either hang her. or drive her out o f the territory." " We can't quite hang a woman no matter how .much s he may deserve that fate . Out iri civilized communities they hang women, or . electrocute t!J.em. Here, in w h a t is called the wild and woolly part of the frontier, ' they don't hang, shoot or kill a woman even if they kno w her to be a female bandit-they just drive her out of the country. If we drive ' Mrs. Janrowe out, why there's one tl}ing to c o me back at us, she will' get to her husband some word quick of what's happened


' 1 I' ,. ' j .,, '• THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 17 and this word will be supplemented by 'keep away from the ranch.'" " That's hue." " But if we leave her at the ranch the first thing the outlaws wil1 do now is to ride hard for -the ranch ex-+ pecting we are on their trail.'' " I see your drift.'.' "The n -when we are not showing up there, they will think after a while-say several days-that our shooting at them was just a happy sort of bit of good luck for us in happening to come across them and not frpm any definite knowledge that their headquarters are at Lone Star ranch for it's easy to see that.the informa tion that they are all living at this ranch is correct." " That's ri ght! I'm on now! " _ . " If, therefore, we keep away from the while f o r a few days the outlaws will be suspicious and will look for after that they will decide that we aren't 'wise' to t heir home and won' t jump it, but will use it for a base of supplies as they have done before." "Then by keeping away you think that you can ge t the rats to return to their homes, which after a while you can turn into a rat trap." "That is e xactly what I do think. You see, we might chase these outlaws from one end of the territory to the other and they mi ght be only a few hun_dred feet away us at any time. You can see how this would come abopt, can you not?" " N-o-o." " The territory i s pretty sparse ly s ettled. Now' take us all at Dead Mines. One can ' hold up any one in the tow1;1, take a hop-skip-and-a-jump and be into the depths of a great forest where he can lay hidden for ever an.d a thousand men might' hunt for seventeen hundred years and not find the hider who' all the time might lay hidden in the next thicket. " "That's true." . "That's what' s the matter with the Vigilantes' search f b r j anrowe. They hunt from one end of nowhere to the othe r . end, don't you know, and unless they had the luck to butt into the outlaws, the way we did last night, they could not possibly find tts in the slightest nor could we find them. In this case .we were lucky and the other Vigilantes who have been searching for this outlaw crowd unlucky." , The reasoning soun.ded as if founded on a basis . of fact to both men. Eric pondered over what had been said with a broad smile on his face, because to find the arts o f a detective about the usual guileless Sam Batch, was something like honesty, often found in un-exp ected places ! ' "Well, Sam," Eric remarked, " it seems to me that as the game now stands we need do nothing but go home.' ' " No place to go but out; No place to come , but home, Nothing toeat but food , Nothing to wear but clothes : " , Sam Batch sang these tones' in a rough but not uncultivated voice as h e turned his steed's head ward followed by Eric and the other members of the Vigilantes. "It seems, Sam," said Eric, "that we a:'re having some un with this outlaw we are after, ' in the way of a man hunt.'.' . " It also seems that we are 1 haviag som, e fun in not . being able to get the outlaw, which means that he is r 'apidly turning the tables on us and is having fun with us, eh? " replied Sam. The remark highly amused Eric. ' "It does lo o k as if we were like the Irishman who caught the bear by 'the tail. He said 'it's no thrick t' ketch a bear, but some one must come and help me let go.' " • Sam snickered. "That's right," he replied . "While we are hunting for this outlaw, Jubal Janrowe, why, h e just slides into Dead Mines, holds up a few chaps, and there's then a quick get away _by him, and we are left 'holding the bag.' " "I don't think that's any reflection upon us, don't you know. You see we are handicapped by chasing a man in a wilderness, while the man we are chasing do,n' t have to do anything but put over a plan to avoid us, eh? " ' "That's true." ' " w ell, that will be about all for us for awhile, eh?" " ' H o me we g-o-o , homew e go-o,' " sang Sam again, and the p arty reached Dead Mines without further inc id e n t . By one of tho se . strang e interpositions of human thought, the outlaw Janrowe was hurrying homeward at the . same time, in much the same way. " E f them Vigilantes start _ ter shoot-up the old woman," snarled :T anrro w e, "I wanter be thar. I ain't ee goin' stan' f e r thet,. I'll defend th' 1 0ld g al. e f I git mine while doin ' o' it." " \JV all , I kinder think I'm wit' ye. Say, wa'n't thet a w f u l the way J o lm, the Injun, got his?" " Y ou bet ! I tell ye, w e ai r e in Trouble street, all ri ght, o h. I c ayant se e w'y w e ain't. They've got, them V i g ilantes , one o ' us an' e f we ain't careful they'll git u s t oo-I jes t w a n te r put over on e er m ore things a n' then w e will s kip. " "wall, I tink yar plH. mb foolish! Ef I was you Ii'd jes t quit n o vi on an even break. See? They'll git ye m os t any time. They may be a shootin' up o' yar ranch neow . Say , quit it Jubal, an' jump fer a high spot." Jubal Janrowe ' shook his head. " Not y it, " he sneered. " Ef I knew them Vigilantes would planf me termorrer I'd stay an ' try ter get even. I w ant thet sneaking hound pup Doc Hill an' I want m o re m o ne y ' f o re I quit. Then I'll jump wit' ye." Cross Eyed Tim shook his head sadly. Hesaw it was useless to talk to Janrowe. In silence the two men, with hardly a thought over the dea,th of their companion brav o Indian John, hurried t oward the Lone Star rancli. , T o their great reli e f the r a nch was. found to be un di sturbe d. Skinny Kate met the m at the \ioor of their shack-like h o u se a n c l greeted the m with unction. " No, n othing has happen ed ,' ' Kate replied ,to her hus b a nd's a nx ious interrogative questions. "Things have b een very quiet.' ' R a pidly sketching the attack from the bushes upon his band, J anrowe told. Skinny Kate of the death of India n J olm. " Oh, well he was only an Injun; it don't matter much,'' was the epitaph that Mrs. J anrowe passed upon the dead outlaw. ifhe couple then talked over the attack at length but each mind forgot immediately the death of their I11dian all y ; w hich goes to shoy.r that an Indian outlaw isn't


c.. • -, ... _.. .. ,-.,--... • '• ... 1 8 THE A MERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. of a s mucl;l importance as one'; hor se; f o r if a horse had died that was a favorite of M r s. j anrowe her g rie f1 would have been excessive. woman,'' said Jubal, after a l o n g talk, " I ' want you to sk i p thi s country w hi le you have time. " "Me? Not m uch! If you .stay here s o do I. I I you get planted so do I," stou t l y r ep l ied the w i fe. " Nons ense ! I hope no one will get kilLed save the Vigilantes," vindictively repli ed J ubal. "It's necess a r y for you t o go and to take the swag-you know w e have' s om e thousands of gol d -dust h ere." Jubal spoke of the foo l s-gold that h e h a d .tak e n in the h o ld-up of the fake For t Anderson coac h ! "Yc\u know," he added," that we m u s t get tha t stuff to a safe place. My p'lan i s that you and C r o s s E y ed Tim s tart tomorrow for Ottawa. There-you w ill wait. until I ca n come to you. You w ill tak e a ll our s tuff, the proc<:eds of our robberi es for the past few years, and leaving .me e nc5u g h to. get t o you o n , will _ be ready to divide it u p w ith C r oss Eyed T im , so f a r as his share is concerned, and then we w ill t a k e our share and down inpeace." ' (cHow abo u t Injun J ohn's bit? " "Oh, never mind that! He i s de , a d a n d .I' m too busy to hunt up h i s relative s ." Janrowe l a u g h e d with grim iro n y a s he spoke. For a long w h i l e M r s. J a n ro w e demurred. But after a day o r two of a r gument she gave in and one morning ea rl y , s he, a n d Cross E yed Tim, started for Ottawa. . It w as with re li ef that. t h e outlaw saw his wife l eave . ' -"By t h u nder!" J anrowe muttere d . "I'm free now to get back t o Dead M i nes, I h a v e some sc 0res t o pay off t hat are worth payin g off . I ' m going t o make it merry for some of the p eo pl e I l }now of b ef o re many moons. " . Ja'nrowe rode silentLY away toward the unsuspecting haml et. No one i n Dead Mines h a d any idea that the outl aw w o u l d be aol e to face t h e town a gain, es pec i ally as they were a ll aware the Vigilantes were still scouring the co untry for J ubal J anrowe the b andit. __ ' CHAPT' E R X. JUBAV J ANROWE'S TRICK. The black horse t h a t J anrowe the outlaw rode was known for speed and e n d u r a nce. It was a big ,rangey beast, was Q u ee n Bess, and Janrowe hatl oftel) sai d t hat he woul d s t ake hi s h orse against any animal in tile territory for any quality a good horse p osse ssed. It was t h erefore the d i s tingui s hin g m ark o f 'the bandit, that he rode a b l ack h o r se a n d eve r y " black \ hoss en r ide r " i n t h e 'vi c i nity o f D ea d M ines was quickly rep orted to t h e V i gi lantes a n d many a man had been stopped and questioned beca u se he h a d the "bH t ck boss" part of J amowe's eq uipmept . It was v.rith a . g ri m l a u g h tha t J anrowe halted in, t h e bushes a n d fores t depths near the v iUage of Dead M i nes, in the ea rl y af ternoon o f the day afte r his de p a r ture f r om the Lone Star r a nch . It was a beauti ful day. The b i rds sang in the trees, the air was like w in e, a nd t h e summer soft green lay o n e ve r y tree and de corate d every bush. Jam o w e fe l t the ple ' a sure o f the morning in his blood, and h e l az il y stretc hed himself and felt happy over t he future . " With the o ld woma n and Cross Eyed Tim off with t11e swag t o O ttawa, we are pretty safe to get the coin awa y f r o m up h e re. There' s en ough to mals;.e a happY, h ones t little hcime with in Ottawa," . laughed the b a n dit. " well , the re's o ne thing in this w orld, if you've got , t he co in no Oll e asks wher e you got it or h ow, unl ess yo u l e t ' em see a glimmer that its crooked co i n ; then the hi g hq rows !ook shocked and won't . play w i t h you. But as l o n g as you k eep manner and source of acquirement clo se-you're a ll ri ght." T hi s bit of worldl y w ise philo sophy made the bandit mo r e a t ease with' himself. ' He had prepared a lti nc h and h e so o n ate it, taking i t from a sad d l e -bag upo n his norse . Then J anrowe sle pt. His horse, lariated near , ate his fill of bunchgrass, and drank f rom a t in y b r o . ok of crysta l water; it was a sc e ne o f beauty, sylvan, without d oubt charmi n g, and yet be h ind it all r eady t o mar it lurked the s i n ister :form oJ the . s l eeping outla w. T h e day was p asse d . b y h orse. and mart much in the same f as hi o n. The horse g r aze d, ' and .drank clear water; the man s l ep t o r sat and smoked and dreamed golden fairy tales in w hi c h h e m a d e m o ne y -by no labor, save that of . rai s in g hi s g r ea t r evo l ver filled with bull ets of death. Abo!.1t five o'clock, J anrowe r ose and went to work. Firs t h e cac hed. hi s pro v i s ions and his saddle and b l a nket s n ear a t h an d : The n he painstakin g ly began to p ain t h is hor se_ . It :wa s r e marl}ab'le t h e e a se with which he rubbea a p r ep a ratio n of w hite-wash and paint into the htde o f th e a nim a l a n d how it soon began to become a w hite . Ever y • now and the n J anrow e , burst into a shri ek of l a u ghter at hi s trick. Anon as if h e was a _gr eat artis t looking at his prog r ess ing w 'oJk, Janrowe stepped 'back and viewed the ho r se w i t h a criti ca l e ye. 7 "While s0 m e o f that stuff wfll fall off ; " he said, "when I painted Q u ee n B es s 'at the r a n ch some time . ag0 by W?-Y of experiment enoug h stay ed on to make t h e e ld g al l ook like a dirty-white ho ss . No one, any way WOHl d ever think I was riding a black ' h os s a n y more-no one_ i s hunting for a white boss and m e , hav e every rea$On .to think that t here's a lot o f people huntin' for me an' me black b oss." J anr9we laugh e d and winked a g ain a t Queen Bess w h o had, it m u s t be co nfessed , a most iptelli gent look o n her f ac e w h e n she heard h e r master's voice. J a n row;e was s oon possessed of a white horse in p l ace of his bla ck one. . The change too k away, of one of .the ver-y m a rks o f indentification of the Vigilantes, w h o did ' n o t k now the outlaw, had been given as a mea n s o.f di s CO'C,ery of the bandit. ' I J anro w e knew p . r etty • well f;om hisexperiences in the past that every road leading . into' Dead Mines, every trial, every cow-path, 'as guarded against him now. . The fight had narrowed down where one man, aided b y the7wilderness of the scene about Dead Mines, had bec o111.e the focal for the hundred o ' r men that made. up the


THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 19 odCls were slightly in f a vor of the outlaw. He had sha do w s, and fore s t , m ounta ins , and-plains; deeps and hei ghts of vast untilled land, where m tught save the wild animal roamed, together with a fine knowledge of the country_ to aid him; further-he had_ his campaign blocked out in liis own mind. The Vigil antes n1any o.f them, had never been far afi e ld from the hamlet of Dead Mines. They knew n one of the trails1 tha t s pelled so much to J anrowe; they even had never' the man they"" . wer e hunting. They wer e h a ndicapped a s m os t of the forces seeking the o utlaw are handic ap ped. _, It al ways i s a cause for won der ho w the law G>fficers c atch the outlaw, because in spite of the numbers arrayed a g ain s t him , t11e outlaw has the iodds a,t the end o f the g a m e in his own h a nds. J anrow e c onn ted on this fact. , He knew that with commo n prec autions on his part he ou ght t o hav e the best o f the b attle with the officers representing the law, the Vig ilan t es, about all the law there h a p p en e d t o be just then in Dead Mines. " Now then," at last murmured J anrowe, " I'm doing pretty' well,.tha nk y:ou, and having changed me hoss, I'll chang e meself . " _ _ From a pack that lay at his feet, Jan rowe extracted an ancient saddle. . This he put on poor Queen Bess. A broken bridle tied up with string was put on the hors e ' s head. Ga y caparisons for a h d r s e a c t a good deal like "gladrag s " on a girl. Q ueen Bess l owere d h e r e a r s, and seemed to sink into utter ab andonme!)t of her usual dashing style. Even her g ait as she trotted about at the end of her t wisted-hair lariat, seemed to slink _into the horse of a p oor m a n with no and n o t much future. The das hin g bl ac k s t ee d , filled with frenzy and s piri t , r id den b y the d a rk d eep b old and bad J ubal Jan rowe, was gone. . • Instead ther e was a tame which had not style and did not care to do anything any more. " Gosh! " cHe d J am owe , " Queen Bess, you're the dandy actress. N o one would e ve r think you were a n ything but a dirty-white . m ongr el plug." l Wondering if he could do as w ell , J anrowe, donned . ' a pair of ov e ra lls. The n h e put: a dirty red flannel shirt o n, shaved off hi s bl ack -beard and heavy moustache trimmed his h air cl os e t o his head, of allo w in 'g it to g row so l ong that it his shoulders in true bad-man style , put o n a cap mstead of. his w ide felt som b r e r o-and w as as much chano-e in him. as there was in hi $ horse, Queen Bess. o f a b andit, thei e ap p eare d a tall , heavily built, but not apparently very athletic man, . of at least fifty years of age. . . . . . The dashiNg, hard fr'ghtmg, thug-like bandit air had ' Instead there was a meek , r ather broken down man with luck fa r in ' his past, and wh0 looked like an object of charity. . . This once more impresses up o n one the necesstty of for life's part. " • Next Jan rowe loaded on poor Queen Bess a great qu-antity of tin pots and pans. All were filched from the larder of , Mrs. J a -nrowe and were in v

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