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'Book& arret Candy St.< No. 43. tiLW 1J.M) I, "HOLD UP YOUR HANDS Al',!D QUICK AIIOUT IT!"


NieK eARTER WBBK.LY. Ente > ul ac co>dmg to Act of Con g r e ss i n th e y ear 1897 by Slre et 'ice. S2.o0 p e r y ea r O ctobe r 23,1897. No 43. & : SmTn. l nlllish e rs. NEW YORK 2 9 Rose St., N. Y 5 C en ts Nick Carter Arrested by Mistake OR The Man on the Window Sill. By the Author of "NICK CA RTER. CHAPTER I. AN OPENING FOR B USINE SS. "What next"?'' "Blessed if I know. "We're too near broke for any large heme." "Yes; things haven't b e en coming our y lately. The last speaker drew his hand from his pocket and helrl out a few small sil ver coins. "That's the size of the bank-roll," s aid, grimly. He was a man who would b y c ommon con sent have the right of way in a ny de s e rted s tre e t after nightfall. He was t a ll anrl strong, and quick-mo-His eyes were large, black and brilliant; his nose had the thick middle hump one freq uentl y sees in t hat of a VI cious horse; his lips were thin, curling at the corners, and cruel ; his head was large and lumpy over the eyes and Lehind the ears, and was narrow and sloping in front Surely Neil Hill-known to the thieves burglars, and stage and trai n robbers of the Pacific s lope as the "Convict"-was a man to let alone. At the time of the above conversation, he had been out of prison only a few days While collectin g "fares" without the authority of the officers of a Middle State railway, he had been captured and sen tenced to a long term of imprisonment. Now he w a s out again, and ready for a ny desperate deed. His companion was an ordinary l oo king man, with red hair and mustach e, light-blue eyes and a weak chin.


WEEKLY. Carl Boyd would l1ave passed anywhere for a very ordinary mechanic, but he had a record as a daring lawbreaker second only to that of his companion. Had the officers of San Francisco known that the two men \\'ere plotting in their midst, they wonlcl ha\'e placed every available detecti\e in the city on a q11iet hunt for them. The two desperarloes were talking in a to atteucl to iu New York to show up out here.'' "Suppose we Je,y an asscssme11t 011 a bauk," suggested Hill, after a short si-ta yo lence. "A nervy dash about the middle of the afternoon would put us iu fuuds for a long time.'' "It's a trifle risky. Cashiers are mighty h' handy with their guns out this way_ T Still, I'm reac'ly for anythiug you decide small boarding-house with a saloon attachupon." c ment, where they occupied a roo111 on the second floor. "Vve'-ve got to do something right away," said looking contemptuously at the small display of silver in his companion's palm. ''Defore we 'ye been here a week the police will be piping off every moye we make." "Right you are," repbed ?\eil Ifill, with an oatiL "I'll pump a lot of 'e111 full of lead before I '11 serve another term in prison. As a rn le, the Pacific coast detectives are no good, hnt there's no telL ing what cursed luck we might run 11p aga-inst." "There seems to be onh one detective in the world that you ha,e any respect for," said Boyd, watching l1is companion's face for the least sign of displeasure. "\\'ho's that?" ''Nick Carter.'' "Nick Carter! He isn't a detective, because he isn't a mau! He's a de\'ill Bullets cune around him, and knives won't touch him! He's every where at once, and has more luck than a cowboy playing faro-bank!" '!\\Tell, I guess we're out ot his reach," said Boyd. "He has too much business Iu a short time me11 passed down stairs, and, walking up to the bar, or'\ dered whisky. As they stood leaning against the har, two meu in soiled and greasy worki11g clothes ]0\mged in and sat clo\\'11 by one of the small card-tables to drink their I beer. ''\\.e'll get no more booze,'' said one of the men, as he finished his schooner of beer, "until the gl10st wnlks out at Emery's.'' "We won'l if I haYe to buy it," said his companion, "for I'\e got just money euough to get back h01ne with. 1'111 al ways bro!..:e a week before pay-day." "I'd like to have the bundle Gilson will carry out to the Judson Iron \\'orks day after to-morrow," said tl1e first speaker. "It must take quite a wacl to pay al the hauds otlt there. There's an army of 'em.'' "Something oYer fifteeu thousand dtll lars. If I had that 11111Ch money I think I'd take better care of it thau the cashier does.'' "He never lost any, did he?" "No, but he's liable to most any day."


t K C 'ARTE!t WEEKLY. 3 "How does he get it out there?" "Ch ncks it -into a con ple of and akes -it along in the car with him. I tell ou it's risky." "Does he go ont alone?" "Oh, he mnally takes a clerk out with him, but what does that amonnl to? There'll be trouble some day.'" Hill nudged his companion signifi cantly. Both wordl robbers had overheard every "I don't know about that," said one of the men. "Gilson probably carries a gun, and the clerk another, and then the train they go out on is always crowded." "\VJ1at does all that amouut to?" de-manded the other, scornfully. "I'll gamble I could walk into that car, get the drop on Gilson and his cierk, and back ont with the money-hags without a cross word being said l" Again Hill nudged his companion. ''Pretty good scheme that,'' he said, in a low tone, as Boyd turned and faced him for a moment. "l should say so. These fellows have tnapped it out fo; us in fine shape. Sup-pose we bny them a drink?" "And so gi ,.e them a chance to remem ber onr fac es! Yon must be going crazy Let's step around to the end ::,f the bm, so they won't see our faces in the mir ror.'' "Well, I'm going to make tracks for the works,'' said one of the beer-c1rinkers. "l'll( get n{y pay at one o'clock Satnrday, and then we'll have a little whirl." "Don't \"Oil oet Your stuff 1.mti 1 one?" .. the cashier leaves here ori the Berkeley train at eleven o'clock, and they can't make np the roll much l:Jefore one.1 The workmen paid for their beer, and walked out of the place. "Talk about luck?" said Boyd, as the two desperdoes stood in their room again. "We're pets of fortune this time, sure enough! What a head fm schemes that fe11ow mnst have!" "Oh, it's easy enough to plan a robbery," said Hill, "but it's the dead cool nerve that counts in the long run." ''But this scheme is easy enong.h. '' "It is easy enough to get hold of the money, but it may puzzle us to get away with it." "Yes, I suppose it will make a big s e n sation, and set plenty of officers at work. It's a big break to hold up a crowded suburban -train in daylight!" "You bet it is! Every square foot of ground in this city and Oakland will be watcl1ed for the next month.'' Hill walked nervously np and down the floor for some moments, seemingly burieo in deep thought. "\Vhat yon got on yoth mind?" demanded Boyd, impatiently, seeing that his compa11ion evinced no desire to be come commnnicati\'e. "Cough it up, whatever it is. Two can plan better thnn one.'' "It's just this," said Hill. "Before we get this stuff we've got to find a place to hide it until after the row subsides. And then there may be some shooting, and one of us 1nay be hnrt. We've got to provide for that, too. "How can we do that? Yon can't doc tor wounds in aihance, can you, old man?''


p 9 4 NICK CAHTElt WEEKLY. "No; but we can provide a place to lay quiet in.'' "Oh, that's it! Well, what's the matter with Mother Beers' place? She's a little down on me, but I guess you can make the riffle." "You mean the old den down near Tenth street?'' "Of course. Where shall we make the break?'' "I presume the l:lest place to call tb e cashier down is at the station at B street. It must he done when the train is not in motion, for we shall have to jump out mighty quick. We shall have to get a horse and carriage somewhere, too. We. can never get away on foot. One of us might ride out on the train, and locate the men, and the other must drive out to B street, and get on there. It will be sharp work for about a minute." "Of course it will, and we want to carry boiler plate under our vests. For all we know, every llJan in the car may shoot.'' "You black your face, then, aud go out on the train, and I'll get on at B street. Now I'll go and find a place to drive to after we get our hands on the fif teen thousand dollars.'' you know what to say to Mother Beers when you get there. She's a cranky old witch, and that girl she keeps around there is a little spitfire, so be careful. I'll look after extra suits and boiler-plate while you are gone." Leaving the boarding-house with his face rather too well muffled for that June pretentious one, and the outlaw's t knock brought the woman he was the quest of to the door, which was fastemAs with a chain on the inside. "So you're out-again?" The old woman eyed Hill He keenly [ you she spoke, and made no motion to ope the door beyond the limit of the chaip. Ha ons. "Yes, don't stand there all day. L, me in!" ush After some oelav the outlaw was a< d d 1 tror m1tte an 1n as 1ort tnne was engage h h 1oar 111 eamest conversation w1t t e o woman, who bad evidently had t of a simila'r character with him before. ve : "It's all right," said the woman, as Hi' 'I arose to take his departure, "but yJ'11E must keep mighty quiet if you cou l here. I'm all right in this neighborhoodlet and I don't want to be routed ouwa again." Hill made the required stepped out into the hall. 'la P e au _sl As he did so an old man, whose fac

NICK CAUTER WKF.KLY. 5 1] 1e to Catch a stove-handle on the side the head. n As he looked the hand holding the wea n fell to his side. He found himself confronted only by oung girl of sixteen or seventeen. r Having exhausted her supply of weal ons, the girl now stood facing him with shed face and angry eyes. "We gives it out, and gives it out she said, in a voice far from or unwomanly, "that we can do edll the bangin' around in this house, an' rve makes it stick, too!" l 1 The girl was very pretty, even in her D rage. While not far from the medium height, er form, though slender in appearance, .1Fas well rounded and muscular. Her pair, now flying in heavy masses about fer neck and shoulders, was of a rich, flossy brown; her eyes were dark blne, nd her oval face would have been per ect only for the firm, square chin and a lentiful sprinkling of freckles. She was clad in a faded dress of calico, touched up at the throat and waist by bits of violet ribbon. r "Why, my <'lear girl," began the ont"Dear nothin'! Git out! I'll teach you to strike Uncle Ben!" The girl would undonbtedly have re newed the warfare at this point had not the old woman darted forward and seized her fiercely by the wrist. "Go to your room, you jade!" screamed the woman. "I'll settle with you directly." "You'd better do it now, while you've got help," said the girl. "You shall never beat me again, Mother Beers!'' "We'll see about that," said the old woman, grimly, as the girl, half-sobbing now that the excitement was over, slowly mounted the stairs. "She's grown wonderfully since I've been gone,'' said Hill, almost at a loss how to break the silence, "and her tem per hasn't improved any, either." "She's a little devil!" said the woman, fiercely. "I'll give her a good one to night to pay for this." An hour later, when the old woman, armed with a heavy cudgel, stalked into the girl's room, she found it empty The girl had fled. CHAPTER II THE ROBBERY. John Gilson, secretary and cashier of the Judson Iron Works, threw in the last coin and proceeded to tie up two strong bags. One contained fourteen thousand dol lars in gold, an9 weighed about forty-five pounds. The other contained one thousand dol lars in stlver, and weighed sixty pounds. It was the morning of the nth of June, 1892, two days after the occurrence of the events recorded in the last chapter. "I shall be glad when the stuff is off my hands," the cashier said, throwing himself back in his chair. "It does seem a trifle unsafe to carry such an amount of cash in a crowded car.'' The speaker was Harry Mortenson, a clerk who had been detailed to accom-


6 NICK Cl_l-t'fER WEEKLY. pany the cashier on his pay-day tr1p to the Judson Iron \Vorks at a small station called Emery's. "Oh," was the reply, "I've made the trip every second Saturday in the month for a long time, and nothing out of common happened. Still, I'm always glad wJ1en the men are paid off." "Yes, I suppose so. I'm not stuck on his pay-day job myself." In due time the men, with the money in their possession, crossed the bay and took seats in the Berkeley train. As they crossed the bay neither of the mt'n noticed a medium-sized man with a very dirty face and a black mustache, who made it his business to keep very close to them. The captain of the boat noticed the fellow, but, thinking that he had been detailed to guard the treasure, he :>aid nothing to the cashier or his clerk about the matter. All the cars were well filled that morn-in g. A picnic at Shell Mound had bronght out a large crowd of pleasure-seekers. Gilson a11d his clerk occupied the fourth seat from the front on the west side of the second car from the locomotive. On the seat facing them lay the two bags Jdor general appearance of a machine lil 0 who had neglected to wash up. whi He boarded the third car, the one The the rear of the one in which the cashi \ce. and his clerk sat guarding the small f< The tune in coin. After taking his seat. he looked bolcf ba aronnd the car. ree o Of comse the inevitable small ch.As t was on board the train. the No patch of American life would J0 m complete without the sma11 child. inin Of conrse her bright eyes ro\'ed abo ThJ the car, and of course she talked abostatf what she saw. Th] ":\lamma, see what a dirty face th.war man has,'' she said. a no For a second time that day the man Juj disguise had attracted attention. teirf The mother glanced around as she a1 As swered: 1ch ''Yes, dear; it looks. as if he I 1 [ blacked it on purpose. he l The man eyed the pair sharply for a Q instant, and then pressed the face whiche had attracted the child's attention close} G against the car window. .s In a short time the train began to sloverj np for the station at B street: Then the man with the dirty face an the white flat hat arose and stepped o containing fifteen thousand dollars in gold on the front platform of the car. o and silver. The passengers on the train had no knowledge of what the bags and so paid no attention to them. When the train left Oakland at II :24, Conductor Fred Graves noticed a man in a blue blouse, overalls, and a low, flat white hat get on board. T-lis face was very dirty, a1Hl he had the Hardly sixty feet from the track, an in plain sight, stood a horse hitched to light top-buggy. It had stood there nearly two honrs::o and a tall man, dressed in a long, straw:ri colored linen duster, a pair of blue. trons ers, and a black derby hat had, d1,1rinlh all that time been about the statlon.


NICK CAUTER WEEKLL 7 'dure the train stopped the man in the he g linen cluster joined the man with flat hat on the platform. Je .., The at B street 1s a very lonely shi f /rite depot building is close down by lde bay, and the nearest structure i'i ;ree or four blocks away. I As the two men stood on the platform c 1 the car the only persons in sight were jo men who were loading a wagon with ining saud not far a\\'ay from the depot. 0 The men stood on the platform only an 0 taut. jThe man with the dirty face pointed th ward the forward car, and they entered and passed together clown the aisle. an Just at the door the couductor took eir tickets and passed on out of car. a1 As the men ad\anced down the aisle ch threw his rigl1t hand under his coat. iha In a moment they stood by the seat here the money lay. a Quick as lightning each seized one of ic 1e bags of coin! el Gilson and Mortenson each drew back s if for a sudden spring. but the robbers o ere too quick for them. "Hold up your n "A11d be quick about it!'' on The two sharp seutences came almost ogether. n Gilson and his assistant obeyed. There was nothing else for them to o. The daring robbers were holding ocked revolvers within a foot of their w righteued faces. At first the passengers did not compreJen(t "t\hat was going on before their \'ery But there was no mistaking that sharp command. "Hold tp your hancls!" It was all doue in an instant. Two women occupying seats at the very elbows of the robbers were even too scared to cry out. In the rear end of the car half a dozen people made a great rustling and bumping by trying to crawl under the seats. No one offered immediate resistance. No one raised hand or voice. Keeping their pistols pointed squarely at the cashier and his clerk, the daring robbers backed quickly toward the door. As they passed out on the platform Gil sou and l\lorteusou botl1 sprang to their feet. Bnt they were too late. The crowd snrged iu between them and the fleeing robbers. They dared not fire for fear of hitting the people arouucl them. At lengtl1 they fought their way through the crowd and reached the platform. The robbers and the two bags of money were still in sight. The men were making all possible speed toward the top-buggy, only twenty yards away. Still standing upon the platform, the cashier rai'ied his reYolver and fired. A little puff of dry earth arose just at the left of one of the robbers, but the flight continued. Crack crack crack At the last shot the man with the dirty face staggered. A second more, and he was in the buggy, with both bags of money at his feet. -


8 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. The man in the long linen duster cut the rope with which the horse was tied, and the vehicle dashed rapidly away over B street bridge! The train started slowly ahead, as though nothing had happened. The men at the sand wagon had lifted their heads stupidly as the pistol shots reached their ears, and then stolidly re sumed their work of loading the wagon. There was absolutely no one in pursuit. Once out of sight of the station, the robbers drew up a little. "Are you hurt?" Hill had seen his companion of the dirty face stagger, and now asked the question anxiously. "Hit, but not wounded," said Boyd, with a smile. "It's hard shootin' through boiler plate." "That's lucky," was the reply. "A wounded man always makes trouble; the people want to know too much about the accident." "That was pretty easy work." "Yes, rather, bnt the hardest part 1s still before us. It may be weeks before we can get the money out of Oakland:'' "Well, we can keep still a long time on this money. Our friend who gave us the steer won't have his whirl I reckon!" "No; it's safe to say that the ghost won't walk at the Judson Iron Works to day." ''Did you evt:r see a man more scared than that cashier was?" "I never did," replied Hill. "Now for a lightning change." In a few moments the two robbers dropped their disguises in the buggy, and two well-dressed business men dro carelessly along the public street. or I'' "I'll get out somewhere on Adeli street with the money, and you drive Afte toward Tenth street and hitch the horseud a said Hill, after some distance had be 1gerE traveled. ill h "All right," was the reply. "You TlH straight to the den, and I'll stroll in ,ar c honr or two later. You be 011 the watc!t w so as not to keep me waiting at t "Is door." ipin Before long Hill got out of the bugg Th carrying a basket 011 his arm. ''A The basket was heavy, but its conten were precious. '' 1 Fifteen thousand dollars in good, han "E American coin! nd The dating train robbery had heeen carried out exactly as it had been planne< The Judson Company was poorer b:1d fifteen thousand dollars, and the nenay robbers had money enough to enab' them to lead luxunous lives for a Jon tim e. Half an honr later Hi11 stood at Hta door of the place called "the den," lool ing into the wrinkled face of Moth1 Beers. "Oh, you're here, are the old woman. "Yes; take down the chain! want to stand here 111 plain day." "Did you get the money?" b The woman could not restrain her cur: osity even for a moment. "Yes; hurry!" "Got it in that basket?" "For God's sake, make haste!" "Is the money in the basket?' i


NICK CAR 'lER WEEKLY. 9 "It may be dro 'Yes, yes, you old jezebel! Open the Jell or!" r e After much muttering and many awk rse rd attacks on the chain with clumsy be gers, the door was finally opened, and h n hastened inside. 1u 'l'he old woman led the way to a small Ill ar chamber, and Hill dropped the bas ate t with a sigh of relief. t "Is there any one here?" he asked, 1iping his face. gg The woman shook her head. "And Nell ? Where is she?" ten { ''Gone.'' "The devil! Gone where?" aar ''She ran away the day you were here, td all on account of your strikin' Uncle be She never would stand that.'' "Ail on account of that ugly temper d heavy hand of yours, you had better enky," rejoined Hill, with an oath. ab What's going to be done now?" ot "About what?" The old woman did not seem to undertand. "About the girl, of course." "Oh, I guess we'll get along without er. She wasn't much help, anyway n' such a temper!" "You're a fool!" hissed Hill. "She'll ear of this robbery, and have the police own on us before morning." "I can't help it. When I went up to l ter room after you left that day she was r bone." "If you had treated her decently, she ouldn 't have gone." Hill mused a moment with a very ugly rown on his lumpy brows. ''Perhaps you'd better not stay here,'' s uggested the old woman. dangerous." "Of course it s dangerous! The girl knows me like a book, and she knows my lay. The moment she hears of this robbery she'll connect me with it." "Then go." "I've got to rest a little while. That basked weighed a ton the last block or two. Besides, I've got to wait for Boyd." An hour passed slowly away and Boyd did not make his appearance. It was two o'clock. The train had proceeded rapidly to Emery's, and the police of Oakland anrl San Francisco had been notified of the robbery by telegraph. In both cities the detectives and many patrolmen in plain clothes were out in s e arch of a clew. At two o'clock the abandoned horse and buggy were found at the" corner of Tenth and Filbert streets. The officers were hot on the track of the robbers. At four o'clock a knock sounded at the rear door of the den, and Mother Bet:rs opened it cautiously, and admitted Boyd. "This whole district is guarded," Boyd said, as soon as he was aloue with Hill. "I was stopped twice on my way here. We mu'lt get out at This place, you know, has a sharly reputation, and it will be searched almost immediately." As he spoke a most imperative knock sounded on the door. "And Nick Carter," he added, as the blows came thicker and heavier, "is in Oakland, and is directing the search!" Hill sprang back with an oath


10 NICK CAR'fER WEEJ{LY. CHAPTER III. A COWARDLY BLOW. Boyd had spoken the truth. Nick Carter, the famous detective, whom the law breakers of a continent both respected and feared, was indeed in Oakland. He had just completed a nry difficult piece of work for the United States Government, and was about to leave for his home in New York, when news Qf the daring robbery reached him. As he sat pondering over the matter in his room in the hotel a light. knock sounded on the door. Nick hesitated long enough to aqjust the commercial-like side-whiskers and mustache he wore, and then stepped to the door. He still kept up his custom of always .. meeting the public, when known to be Carter, in some sort of disguise. Of the thousands of people who 1ad done business with him, only one or t\vo -like Inspector Byrnes, of Kew York knew how Nick Carter looked. He did not like to be pointed out on the street and in public places ns the famous detective. Besides, the crooks of the country were on the constant watch for him, and he did not care to live in an atmosphere of danger every moment of his life. As the detective opened the door a Nick shook his head as he saw Ni' name. "I ''I am sorry,'' he thought, running e c case oYer in his mind. He knew at once why sent. "It's more work," he muttered, I want to leave to-night." Chief Thompkins was well known 0, the New York detective. ki In fact, the two had been closeted gether more than once during the latt< present visit to Oakland. e The chief had materially aided i'Jick the case he had cou-.e there to work. And so it was that when the clJiJ> card reached Nick he did not feel acting discourteously. On the card written in the chief's well-known hanG ".:\lay I come up? Important." g Nick stood leaning against the casing, thinking fast. "He wouldn't trust a call-boy wid sor," said the waiting policeman, witl gnn. "And wlly not?" "He was afraid the note wouldn't to ye." "vVell, 1t got tq me all right," s Nick, with a smile. "Present my co.m ments to the chief, and ask him to s up." A moment later the head of the 0 land police force stood 111 the roo shaking Nick warmly by the uniformed officer extended a card, with a "You've got a bad case on hand," s few lines written on it, evidently in great Nick, as the chief threw himself int haste, and then stood feasting his eyes chair. on the man he had heard so much about. "Yes," was the reply, "and I must c The card bore the name of Chief fess that I'm square up a stump, too!' Thompkins, of the Oakland police force. "No clews?"


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12 NICK CARTER W.E.EKLY ''Buy a rose, sir?" It was a very pleasant voice, and Nick paused a moment to pay for a flower aud inspect the pretty flower-girl. "If you want to know what's going on, and what's being said on the street, talk with the people who do business on the street. '' The girl drew farther back against 1ru side of the building. m "Don't be 'fraid yer uncle, pus.Jt said one of the fellows, making a staggte ing attempt to put his finger under to girl's chin; "yer sweeter'n peaches.",, The girl made an effott to dodge but the drunken brute caught her by 1A This had long been one of Nick Cararm. lC ter's mottoes. In New York he knew half the news bo ys, bootblacks, and flower-girls in the city, although none of them knew that the pleasant old gentleman who frequently talked with them and made them timely presents was the world-famous detective, Nick Carter. "Seems to be somethin' excitin' goiu' on," said Nick, as he paid the girl for the rose. She was a beautiful girl, of sixteen or s even teen. Her eyes were blue, her chin was a tri'fle heavy and resolute, for the rest of her girlish face, and she had an air of being familiar with street life. Her complexion woul;1 have been perfect but for a varied collection of freckles. "Train-robbery," said the girl, briefly, in reply to Nick's seemingly careless re JiJark. "That's bad," said Nick, "who done it?" "You tell me, and I'll get the reward," answered the girl, pertly. Two drunken men came staggering down the street, shouting out a drinking song, and the girl ?tepped aside in order to allow them to pass. on, pard," said one of them, with a leer, "let's buy a rose! Mighty purty gal, eh ?" "Give kiss, puss!' ; For an instant the girl drew back"' terror. Then her face flushed painfully, ':Y her handsome eyes flashed with rage. 1 She struck her persecutor a sting1 blow in the face, and turned to run awttjl "Hi, there, scratch-cat!" .e J:l) As the brute spoke he thrust out I foot, and the girl, stumbling over it, heavily to the pavement. d It was with great difficulty that the dignant detective restrained himself. l He thought, however, that the !' would be able to take care of he remained quiet, although his were itching to get at the loafer's thrG But the girl did not spring to her feet stantly, as he had expected, and the br" who had tripped her stooped over to her in his arms. This was too much. With a well-<'lirected hlow, the detec sent the lout spinning across the where he brought up in the gutter He sprang up, full of fight, and be men advanced upon the detective. 1 At that critical moment a scream fr, the girl reached the detective's ears. Turning hastily about, he saw "! struggling in the grasp of a wrinkled (


NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 13 st man, who was endeavoring to force her ng with her. : :ms twas an easy matter for the muscnlar agjtective to send both the drunken men o the gutter, but a crowd was gather;." and he was anxous to get out of aw,ht. >y lAs the two men fell almost together, so I lickly had the second blow followed first, a policeman dashed into the ack wd. "What's this?" he demanded, flottrish his club; "who struck those men?" [ 'An officious bystander pointed at Nick. e. "There's the man," he said. "You'd ng ter arrest him, or he'll have the whole aw' t t, eet knocked down. I'll bet he's a ze-fighter. '' he policeman approached Nick warily. he flower-girl's screams still con tin d. ile i The old woman was draggmg her f. l vay. "Tell that woman release the girl," elf, ck said, coolly, addressing the officer, I'll explain." rhr The policeman drew forth his handff s. br "Put out ye7. hands!" to The detective drew back. "No foolishness now!" The officer meant business. tee He raised his club to strike, but some wae caught his arm. It was the flower-girl, who had such ded in escaping from her persecutor. f She had not made her escape by viot means. he had only whispered a few words in old woman's ear. 'Let him alone," the girl now said. "Them men insulted me, an' he knocked 'em down. Let him alone!" But the policeman's temper was up. He again raised his club. There was only one thing for Nick to do. He could not afford to waste any time at the police station. He was there to solve the Oakland mystery. As the policeman advanced, glanced hurriedly around. No other officer was in sight. Nick The next moment the policeman re ceived a blow on the point of the jaw which tendered him unfit for active ser vice for some minutes. The crowd cheered. The average is always good-natured when a policeman is getting the worst of an encounter. But Nick was not destined to escape so easily. As the crowd cheered, one of the men he had punished crept unnoticed behind him, and dea!t him a heavy blow on the head with a paving-stone. Nick staggered, and would have fallen but for the support of the girl's strong arm. In the excitement the cowardly assail-ant crept away, and was soon out of sight. "Come with me, please, you are hurt." Nick heard the words but faintly. He recognized the girl's voice, but everything seemed hazy and unstable. The crowd and the solid buildings on the street swayed before his eyes. He summoned all his strength, all his will, and manag).d, with the help of the girl, to keep on his feet. He realized vaguely that he was walk-


[CK CARTER W Etl\.LY. tog, steadily enough, through a small eating-house. He knew after a time that he was passing up a flight of stairs and aloug narrow, low-ceiled hallways. Then he saw a bed spreadiug out before him, looking to his uucertaiu eyes like a vast expanse of foam-white sea. He saw the wouderiug faces of womeu about him. Then his splendid nerve gave way, aud he sank upon the floor. Almost at1y other man would have dropped, stunued by that awful blow, in the street. When he regaiuecl consciousness a few moments later, the girl stood beside him. His false whiskers and mustache lay on the table! The girl was regarding him with ques tioning eyes. CHAPTER IV. A COUPLE OF AI.I.EYS. Nick Carter sprang to l1is feet. He was still weak and faint, but l1is will 'vas stronger than any merely physical ailment. "\." ou may as well keep still," said the girl; "you can't get out." Nick felt for his reYolver. It was gone. "\Vlt)' can't I get out?" he asked. 'Cause we're locked in!'' "Oh, that's it!" The detective smiled as he glanced around the frail structure. 'fhe room was only up one flight, and the door leading from it could have been forced by one blow of his hand. "Where is my pistol?" "Big Nance took it.'' "Who is Big Nance?'' "The woman wot locked us in." "Did she see those thiugs ?" u l Nick pointed toward the false bean ami mustache. n. The girl nodded. ''Why did she lock ns in?" ''She wauts the reward.'' h ''Is there any reward for your cap tu re ?" YJ > The )'Ol111g girl looked up with J startled expression on her handso111e face "For my capture?" She spoke slowly, as though afi:aid o the sound of her words, even o\ her ow,t lips. '' \' es, what reward is there on t for you1 What have you been doing, little "I'm not a little girl, an' I hain't bee11 doin' uothin'. There ain't no reward ou1 for me.'' "\Vho is it for, then?" "For you." Nick dropped in a chair and laughe' heartily, much to the ast"Onishment of th young girl. It was all clear now. His disguise had caused the people\ the house to suspect him of being one" the train robbers! 1 The police had undoubtedly been smn moned to the place. He must get away before help arri\eJ' It would never do to have a squad c officers take him bt!fore his friend t ell ief. He would never hear the last of it. Nck Carter stripped of his disguise an weapons and arrested in Oakland! Not much! "\Vhat 're ye laughin' at?"


CAltTER WEEKLY. lb The girl spoke as soon as her astonish-his companion with astonishment depicted 1ent wonld permit her to do so. on his face. ear "It's a way I have," said Nick, break11Is he in town?" he finally asked. ng out again. 1'0h, you know." Ain't yon one of the men wot robbed \Vhere did you see us together?" he train?" "You didn't think I saw you at old i The detective shook his head. :\lather Beers\ did you, now? 'Well, I did ca 'They said you'd say that,'' said the irl, stepping between i'Jick and the ;\ick readjusted his disguise, and, step ing to the low window, looked out. 1:1 A large crowd had collected in the treet below. "\Vhat are they doing down there}" e dt:manded. <'Has that fool of a Big ance, as you call her, been telling that he has one of the train-robbers cornered I s'pose so." "\Vell, she hasn't." ick girl with a smile. ghe 'I'll tell yon what I'll do," l1e said. f th 'I can't tell yon who I am, or what I'm I in this disgnise, but I can assure you that I'm not one of the train robbers. e o Tow, 1'.11 give you one hundred dollars if eo on'll get my revolver and help me out of his place before the police come." sun The girl shook her head just the same." "Luck at last!" thought Nick. If that well-known train-robber, Neil Hill, was in town, surely he ought to know where to look for the perpetrators of the robbery on the Berkeley train. "Who is :\lather Beers?" The girl looked up with a cunning smile, and remained silent. "\Vel]," thought Nick, if she won't tell, I can learn what I want to know from the police. The first thing is to get out of here.'' ''Will you help me out?" he asked the girl. "No. "'Will you remain quiet while I smash the door and get out the back way?'' "I don't care what you do," was the reply. 1 'You stuck by me, and if you want to get out, I won't look." "But I want you to go with me." "Neil Hill will take me back to 1\lother :'I got in here through helping yon, Beers' if he catches me. I don't want to ive 't I?" ld o; "I reckon." th( "Then help me out." an "Wot was yon doin' with ::\eil Hill 'other night?" the girl asked, abruptly. "Who's Neil Hill?" "The man they call the 'Convict.' ''The Glendale train-robber?'' "Yes, that's him." It was now ::\'ick Carter's tnrn to regard go back there. '' ''I won't let him.'' '' you couldn't help yourself? He's awful strong, Neil Hill is. Yon ought to know that." "Still, I won't let him take you back. Now, will you go?" The girl clio not answer was almost ready to give up m despair.


16 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. With this girl's help he could locate the train-robbers before morning. Without her help he could do nothing. He resolved to make one more effort. "What's your name?" he asked, abruptly. "Nell." "Neli what?" "No, not Nell What! what my other name is. lived with Mother Beers." I don't know I've always "And you want to get away from her?'' "You just bet I do." "Well, I live in New York. If you'll go with me now, I'll pay your fare there. They won't be apt to search for you in New York city, will they?" "Will you, though?" "Certainly." "Then I'll go." "Where's my revolver?" The girl produced it from beneath her apron, where she had kept her hand upon it during every instant of the conversa tion. ''She told me to shoot you if you tried to get away," she said gravely. "And you would have done it?'' "No. You stood by me, didn't you?" "You're a brick, Nell!" Nick put his shoulder against the door, and carefully pressed upon it until the lock bolt gave way. It was growing dusk outside, and the hail-way in which he now found himself was quite dark. As he stepped out the girl pulled him back. She opened a door on the opposite sv of the passage and entered a small slee-1 ing-room. "There," she said, pointing to a suu rear window, "what do you want bet c than that?" Nothing, surely! A shed-roof led from the very windOt casing to within four feet of the grount<' Behind the shed was a littered ha t yard. Beyond the yarcl was an alley. Beyond the a11ey was-the solutiorfl the Oakland mystery! "You'd better hurry," said the g darting in from the front room. "The police in the crowd down there in fd now. They'll be up here directly." Nick scrambled to the girl. But she needed no assistance. She sprang out li e a cat, and was1 the alley before Nick was well off roof. 1 "Hurry," she whispered. "They comin' around here to watch the b' way. Jump over the fence there to 1 right!" Nick did as he was requested with( a word. It was well that he did so! A moment later three policemen uniform entered the yard and advan l toward the house. Nick laughed in his sleeve as he tened to what they were saying. They were quarreling over the divi of the reward which had been offered:>;> "Wait," she said. "You don't know the capture of the train-robbers. the way, and I do." As soon as the men stationed th


NICK CAlt'l'ER WEEKLY. 17 the yard Nick crept along the e h fence and stepped into the alley. he girl was by his side iu a moment. 1 he had hidden herself 1n a garbage phe took his hand as a girl of ten ht have done as they walked catiously y. rom the first the girl had been a puz"::>he was certainly sixteen or seventeen t rs of age-almost old enough to bel1e a wife-but she seemed as innocent frank as a child. er keen, blue eyes carried a worn, ok at times, but the next instant e < 1lildish impulse would flash out a g lt 1m of sunshine on the waters of a s ark poo l 'She has been trained in the hard ways he street,, thought Nick, but all her .incts are womanly and beautiful, and t heart is pure gold. She is too pure I too pretty for this sort of life, and I to run and jump and all that, but I like to read plays and act out the parts best of all. It's awful jolly." "Does Mother Beers know this?" "You just bet she don't!" "There you go again," said Nick, with a smile. "Yes, I break out once in awhile when I don't mean to. \Vhere are you going?" Nick thought a moment before he an swered. "I am going to find Neil Hill, Mother Beers, and the man yo11 mistook me for. How does that suit you?" "I don't like it." "vVhy ?" "Because I don't like to think that you belong to that crowd." "Well, I don't." The girl drew her hand away, and stopped. "Say," she said, half in anger, "I be lieve you're a detective!" "Would you help me capture the gang k I'll see what I can do for her" if I were?" Where are you going?" asked the "No; they have been reasonably good a as they walked along. to me.'' Why don't you always talk like that, in that tone?" Nick asked, without ering her question. :Always talk like what?" Use good language.'' Oh, I only talk slang when I'm an1 or excited. I've been to school lots, if 's what you mean, and I've read al every new book of any account 's been printed this year." 'ck paused in his walk and looked at "rl wonderingly. ou're a queer mixture," he said. h, you ought to see me act! I like "Will you show me where Mother Beers lives?" "Yes, if you'll promise not toharm her or Uncle Ben. I'd fight for Uncle Ben!" Nick gave the required promise, and after a long walk they reached the place. "Now," said Nick, I want t o get in there, and see what I can find. Is there a back entrance?'' The girl pointed .it out, and Nick, after telling the girl to wait for him at a hotel not far away, crept inside by means of a shed-roof which she pointed out. "I'm doing this to help you catch


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MCK CA.R'l'Elt WEEKLY. 19 ay," said Boyd, reassuringly; "then gnla all right here until the thing quiets 1ks don t believt: it. This i s a suspic be watched right \,lace, aud it will Bo: [, nd n e curner of the basement the rob-iscovered a half barrel of soft soap. tey dumped the bag s of coiu into tl1is, agn hat they were well covered by the and crept back up stairs. 111 officers were still cursing and onb ing at the door. nd e old woman pretended to be unable th se asten the chain, which did actually le in her hand ow, then, all together, men!" officers were tired of waiting. door crashed in as the man in com. row, old woman," the leader said, lll"J '"'k officers rushed into the house, see what you've got in here that do so mighty careful of. Search the eel!' boys!'' frof officers sprang to clo his bidding. t e you alone in the house?'' ded the officer in charge. 'ssed old woman hcs1lated. ith was undec1ded what reply to make. re was no knowing whether Hill ha1 yd l1ad made good the1r escape. will be tbe worse for you if yon the ell me the tm th!" thundered the ,he m all alone." do 1at instant a pistol-shot came from gs q the upper rooms t b '11 see about that." t officer dashed away as he spoke. old woma11 stood trembling by the door, not daring to move in any direction. Another pistol-shot! And anoti1er! A sound of breaking doors. A crash of breaking glass. A perfect volley of pistol-shots, fol lowed by a sound of the most horrible oaths. Two policemen sprang down the stairway, fottr steps at a time and dashed into the street. Once on the pa,ement, one turned to the right, and ont: to the left. "They have escaped throngh one of the rear windows!'' The old woman heard the exclama tion with a joyful heart. With the outlaws out of the way, there would be very little proof against her. "Well, you accomplished your pur pose,'' said the officer in charge, ap proaching her with an nlgy look on his face. Mother Beers stared, at him stupidly. "Oh, yon needn't look so innocent about it! Yon kept ns waiting at the door until the robbers got away with the bo o dle!" The outlaws had indeed misled the offi cers in this regard Just before making for the window, when that the only course left for them to pursue, they had tnade up small bundles of whatever they could lay their hands on in the room. As they sprang out with these m their hands, the officers naturally supposed that they were taking the stolen money away with them. The obj ect of the robbers in doing this


:w NICK CARTER WE KLY. was to prevent a thorough search of tl1e house being made. The move was a succe ss. The officers followed the outlaws, and did not make a close search of the place. Two policemen were left to guard the house. Mother Beers was locked in one of the smaller rooms, and clo s ely guarded. The sounds of pursuit died away, and the two officers settled down for a qui e t time. One of them had a suspicious-looking flask, and one had a pocketful of cigars. As they enJoyed themselves after their own fashion, night came on and the rooms grew dark. "Suppose we have a light?" said one of the men. "What for? To warn the robbers away?" "Oh, to make things more comfortable like." "'Well, you can get one if you want to, but I shall have nothing to do with it." "You're a mule!" retorted the other, angrily. "I only wish I knew where to find a lamp." "There was one 111 one of the rear roqms up stairs." "You stay here, and I'll go and get it., At the head .of the stairs the officer halted and whispered back to his compan Ion: "Come up here. There's something going on." The second officer lightly ascended the stairs, and then both stood still and lis tened. Light steps came from the lean-to Jo side, and a form darkened the windo\i" One of the officers sprang forward,( do1 then came a silent struggle for the ting tery. 3ut As the men grappled upon the floo( u second officer struck a light. ey i "Hello!" he shouted, as the light fir d. up. "Let go, there I You've wrong man!" ve' The policeman released his Nick Carter sprang to his feet. of He was k!JOWn to both of the They had been detailed by the help him in his government case. on Nick broke into a laugh. 1:5 "This beats anything I ever saw,t i said. "We both ought to have a y f made of a bull 's ear!'' I h N' fey n a s ort time 1ci< was nearly d informed as to all that had taken he house that afternoon. he He smiled as the officers told abo/1e robbers carrying the money away them, but said nothing. 1 b ';)ll "You go back down stairs," he ; "and place that lamp in the si'tting-Y< a so thir. gs will look as usual. Then le the old woman in full sight of the .0 win dow, and set her to knitting or 111 ing, or something of that sort." I

NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 21 n-to o you think the money is still a secret passage leading from the base ard, don't think anything about it. I'm he ng for the men, not the money." ut there's a big reward--" understand. Well, if I find the y in the house, you shall have the ght rd. Will that do?'' e officers departed to execute the de ve's orders, and Nick lit his dark old rn and proceeded to examine every of space in the house. offic last he came tQ the basement. chi e of the first things to attract his at on was the half-barrel of soft soap. bent over and examined the earth aw, t it very carefully. There were many a y footprints in the loose earth. 1ey were not the small footprints of trly td woman. 1 p la{. rhe money, or some other valuable der, is probably in there," the detec bon bought. "I wonder, now, whether ay better turn the stuff out and have a he a moment he decided not to do so. e robbers might return, and catch of his light while he was making the ination. looked carefully about the place for entrance other than the one from oor above. ere was none in sight. or t he did not look sharp enough. ha t under the stairs was a large hogs be into which he did not look. d he done so, he would have seen s? he side toward the plank wall of the ent had been cut away, and that ogshead was merely the entrance to ment to the woodshed in the back yard. "I as well stay here as anywhere," thought the detective, closing his light and stationing himself by the rough stair way. He stood with his back toward these cret entrance. save for a faint ray of light creeping in from a street lamp outside, through a small front window, the basement was en shrouded in darkness. A person standing at the foot of the stairs would be directly in a line with the front window, looking from the secret en trance. As Nick stood there a heavy form crept through the secret passage, and a head was raised above the level of the hogs head. The detective's head was clearly outlined against the one dimly lighted pane of the front window. He was only a short distance from the new arrival-almost within reach of his hand. A sound m the darkness attracted his attention, and he sprang hastily backward. As he did so lfe came in contact with a pair of muscular arms. For the second time that night he found himself engaged in a hand-to-hand struggle with an unknown opponent. He was getting the best of the encounter when he was dealt a vicious blow from behind, and fell senseless to the earth. Up stairs the two policemen sat dozing in their chairs. When Nick regained consciousness a dim light was burning. Two men sat by the soap barrel count-


22 NICK CAit'l'ER WEEKLY tug gold aud silver c01ns and placing them in two shining heaps. Tbe robbers wert! dividing the stolen money before his vt!ry eyes. "If we had known of that passage before," Hill said, in a whisper, "we might have saved ourselves that run. We were lucky to strike Bob an' get the pointer about it. That's what the old woman _meant when she cried out for us to go to the basement, probably." "Listen! Some oue is creeping through the passage!" Hill turned down the light and crept forward. There was a scuffie, and then Hiil dragged some one forward and turned ou tht! light. It was Nell. "You needn t be so mighty rough," she said. "Where's Mother Beers, an' w 'hat you doin' here? This ain't your basement. It's an' don t you forgit it!.' "Hush," said .Hill, with an oath, then turning to Boyd, he added: "What shall we do with the jade?" CHAPTER VI. CAUGHT 'HE WRONG MAN. "For one thing," said the girl, "yon needn't be so free with your fingers. You hurt my arm t Let got" "Shut up, yon she-devil!" hissed Hill. "I've a great mind to sllltt your wind off.'' "You'd better not try it. Let go, or I' 11 scream. Hill, comforting himself with a coarse oath1 released the girl's arm, but still stood ov e r her with a pistol raised tln eniugly in his hand. The girl seemed to pay not the sh at est attention to the man's manue r c ill his weapon. ''What you feller s do in' here, e

r th XICK CAl'l.'fER WEEKLY. 23 in a defiant attitude at the foot of sli ns. t you come near me," she shouted, r q ill advanced toward her, "I'll !" e, e outlaw drew back, and :in a mo ller both men were busily engaged in do ng the proceeds of the daring rob011 away in small leather bags with 1 they had provided themselves. ou'd better leave some o' that here for rent and the wear and tear on erves, '' said the girl, seating herself stairs and grinning at the outlaws exasperating manner. "You think .'t know where it came from, but I e detective watched in vain for some m rom the girl that she had discovered wa si tion. wonder if she'll sit there like a tl on a log," l1e thought, ''and see le robbers walk away with tha t an ?" ertainly looked as if she meant to do ery thing. Nick was in a rage. w,' e or twice l1e was on the point of e t out in the hope of attracting the I e rion of the officers he knew to be SQ t hand. prudence restrained him. re was no hope of success in such a 'f ott' nd as he was it would be easy for tlaws to silence his cries and escape he money before the sleepy police auld be made to realize what was a ll on. h a course, then, would only enow his life. outlaws believed him to be still get scions, else they would never have d th. e course they had. arms were bound to his sides by an se coil of rope, which was wound and round his body. pok 1 an ordinary bond, or even from a handcuffs, he might have, by almost superhuman exertion, released himself, but from such a tie-up as this never. "I don't believe you've given Mother Beers a cent of money for all the trouble you've made her," said the girl, after a short sileuce. "I'm go:in' up stairs an' ask her before you get out of the house with it." The girl started to mount the stairs as she spoke. "Stop!'' The voice was imperative, and was em-phasized by the click of a pistol. "Whats' up now?" The girl stopped and turned back. "You stay where you are." "But I want to see if--" "Knock her down!'' broke in Boyd. ''Knock her down yourself, if you want it done.'' Boyd sprang forward. Before he reached the place where the girl had been standing the girl was at the top of the stairs with her hand on the door leading :into the rooms above. "Come back!" "The police are 11p !" Both men spoke in a breath. They did not realize how near the truth they were getting. Nick almost gave up hope. By this time the money was all packed in the bags, and the outlaws were ready to take their departure. The girl stood by the stair door without attempting to open it. Boyd acivanced to where Nick was lying, and pushed him roughly with his foot. "He got a hard thump, I guess," muttered the ruffian. "I sup.Pose it's just as well to leave him here.'' "Yes," said Hill, "he didn't see enough to do ns any harl11. '' Nick would have given a year's income to have been free from the folds of that rope. The robbers now stood at the foot of


24 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. the stairs with the straps of hand-bags thrown over their shoulders. "Come away from that door!" hissed Hill. "The people up there will hear you!" "I don't care if they do. I'm go in' to call Mother Beers before you get away with that money." With an exclamation of rage, Boyd sprang up the stairs. Hill stood watching him with a pistol in his hand. For the time neither one gave a thought to their prisoner. Nick felt one loose end of the rope touching his hand. He gave a quick motion with his body, and was overjoyed to see that it fell back. The rope had not been tied. The men had been too eager to get at their plunder. Besides, they believed the man they l1ad captured to be unconscious. As Nick rolled cautiously over and over he felt the rope falling away from him. In a very short time he would be ready to face the desperate train-robbers. The fact that he was unarmed did not count for much with the determined man. The policemen were waiting up stairs, and he would soon have plenty of help. As Boyd sprang up the creaking stair case, Nell opened the door and called out: ''Mother! Mother Beers!'' Nick heard a noise as of some one get. ting clumsily on his feet, and then for an instant all Has quiet. Both Hill and Boyd were awaiting developments. The last coil of rope dropped from Nick's and he sprang lightly to his feet. The light still burned dimly by the place where the treasure had been divid ed. "What's up there?" The question was asked in a gruff, masculine voice. "Mother Beers! There's some the basement." Boyd sprang back down the stai1 both men made for tLe secret passa1 Nick waitedonly an instant for h operation of the patrolmen he had ;i the rooms above. That was one instant too long. The officers, who had started feet at the first sound of the girl's dropped back into their chairs 1 laugh. Of course the person in the could be no other than the detecti 0 had started out to look over the h( t As the two outlaws bounded to secret exit, Nick sprang forward. The rope which had been wounlj him still lay at his feet. With o caught in the coils he fell heavily floor. { Boyd, standing in advance the very entrance to the passage,; with an oath and fired two qnick sy the direction from which the souis proct!eded. One of the bullets sailed harY over Nick's head. The other struck and extinguist. lamp. "Hurry! They are killing sOle down there.'' The girl's voice and the pisto roused the sleepy patrolmen to actli Grasping their pistols they sprafl the stairs into the inky darknesr basement. 1 By this time Nick was on his fed< He could hear the outlaws forci s way through the secret passa;,:e. lll With a call to the officers aft hastened on in pursuit of the fleei ii One of them was but a few feet vance of him. He could hear him panting for as he lugged the heavy hand-bag tile narrow passage.


NICK CAH.TEH. WEEKLY. 25 g unencumbered, Nick was able to much more rapidly. as about to seize the man in ad and take his chances in the strugich would be sure to follow, when self was seized from behind. ing a light! I have one of 'em!" as the gruff voice of the officer. mg. k struck out viciously, but the te? I while able to cling to the detec gnl s feet, was still beyond reach of his lease me!" slwuted Nick. "You ba l ding the detective, and not one of etecti bbers." he h the officer held on, notwithstanding : d struggles and hasty words of ex v ard. i on, until a flood of light from a woun i n his brother officer's hands reith 0 the true condition of affairs. eg your pardon, sir." barely restrained himself from ce of the man down with his fist. ssage, tver mind now," he said. "Throw nick s hat and loan me your revolver. !he sou is no time to lose.'' re they here?" asked the officer, d har y. hould say so," broke in the girl, nguis hey divided more'n a bushel of right there on the floor.'' n g so1 ey've gone for good now, I guess," ck, "money and all." pist detective hastened through the to ac like passage, crept up to the rear spra nd listened. arknes st all was still. the sound of heavy footsteps has t his f down the alley came to his ears. s forci steps advanced rapidly for a mond then stopped. cers a 1e fleei w fee ng for d-bag t's strange," thought Nick. "I if one of them got hurt in getting CHAPTER VII. 'I'HE HAND-BAGS MISSING. "That's what might be called a mighty close shave." "I should say so." "Who would have thought the cops had sense enough to hang around the den in that way?" "It is generally known, I suppose, that Mother Beers don't run any Christian as sociation in that house." "That's all right. I can understand the first searGh. house is not far from where the horse was fouud, and was raid ed the same as all other shady places in the vicinity. The officer in plain clothes in the basement is what I can't understand." "Well, I think that girl Nell stood in with that part of the play." ''She hadn't been home in two days. How should she know anything about our being there?'' "I shall always believe she took that cop there, just the same. He seemed to have no connection with the officers up stairs. "Well, the officers up stairs helped us out all right enough. That fellow down stairs would have had one of us sure, only for their mistaking him for one of us." "You're rigl1 t there, old man. I hope we're well rid of the whole gang now.'' "I hope so, but I'm not so sure about it." "Have you heard or seen anything?" "Well," replied Hill, ''when I stopped in the alley to feel my way through that cursed carriage house, so as to get through to the next street, I thought once or twice that some one was following me." "Why didn't you turn back then? It was only man to man there, and it would have been a mighty good job if you could have finished that cursed spy right there.'' "Yes, and that would have brought out


26 NICK CARTER WEEKLY. the whole neighborhood. I\Iighty fine place for a pistol shot or two, that!" "Perhaps you are right.'' It was nearly midnight, and Hill and Boyd were sitting in their room high up in an Oakland hotel. Before them lay the eveuing papers, containing full reports of the great trainrobbery. "I see by the papers," said Hill, with a smile, "that the officers haYe at last found a clew.'' "What's that?" "Oh, we have been seen driYing a gray horse away out beyond B street." "Well, let them look out that way if they want to. We must be out of this long before daylight." "You know what I think abont that," said Hill. "V,l ell?" "We ought to remain quietly in the city until things qttiet down a little.'' "That's a fool idea." "Why?" "Because," said Boyd, walking the floor in excitement, ''they now have a description of us and our hand-bags. They know we are carrying the coin with us, and how we are carrying it. Yott think now that we were followed from the den?" "Yes, I believe we'd ha,e had trouble getting here if we hadu't struck that cab mighty lucky.'' "How do you know we were not fol lowed here?" demanded Boyd, suddenly. "I don't know." Boyd arose from the chair iuto which he had just thrown himself, and carefully ir.spect.ed the fastenings of the door. Then he walked to the one window in the room, opened the inside blinds, and looked out: An exclamation of rage burst from his lips. "What's up now?" asked Hill, stepping to his side. "Look there Boyd pointed down to the whitering and the windows of a large court. Y ch "And we ordered an outside ro01Jt a "Yes I have made use of fire J!ad. before now," answered Boyd, exci s." "You're losing your nerve, I gfl got said Hill, with a smile. "I never md o you to act in this way before." f "I don't like the looks of thing n h plied Boyd, as he closed the walked back to the table. l Joe "Look under there said Hill,te," ing to the two half corll,at by the drooping edge of the o "Don't that put a little courage intg an "Yes," was the reply. "It's a ,t yot good haul, but it's the kind of a hal, "a will be hunted down barcl." 5" "Let them hunt," said Hill,d be lessly. "I'm going to bed.'' ed at "'To bed! Great Heayen! do yop<>ne to say that yon can sleep at such a tle P ''Like a top." k to Hill stepped forward, and tnrnet> a 1 the gas preparatory to getting reeard bed. on The next moment Boyd caught 1pget "\\'hat's that?" of Both men liStened intently ment. "I hear nothing." ''There!'' tme, k a In the bush that followed the s(e's an opening window came to their ;ach The sound was so close that it e bo as if the window of their own rollt s being moved. oul< "You'd better go to bed," sajr th "Some lodger has been doing "\V he did a moment ago, opening his le. and looking out in the court." 1t's "Go to bed if you want to," sa with an oath; "I'm going dolOre some whisky." 1e 1 "Iwonlcln't mind ha\'ing a dri hat self." had ''Nell, oue of 11s had better


NICK GARTER WEEKLY. 27 e court. Jtside rOO! e of fire e oyd, excit erve, I g ''I ne\er fore.'' of thing the blinc ing up a flask, I suppose. Have change in your pockets?'' t a cent. I gave the cabman the ad. Get some silver out of one of got down on his knees on the nd opened one of the bags without Y it from under the table. n he arose again he saw that Hill osiug very quietly in bed. Jock the door a11d take the key aid Hill, e," he said. "You act so d

--28 NICK CARTER WEEKLY His companion was moving from the table toward the door of the room. "What are you doing?" There was no answer for a moment. "What's up? Why don't you answer?" "Keep still! I'm going after more whisky." "You're drunk enough now "This is for morning." "Allright! Hurryup! Itcan'tbefar from morning now. Mighty little rest we'll get to-night." The door closed, and the key was turned on the outside. Hill did not go to sleep again. Thoroughly awake, he lay listeniug to every sound. Boyd seemed ab seut a long time Had he been captured? No; for Boyd would resist to the d eath, and there had been no sound o f fighting outside. At la s t he could remain quiet no longer. He sprang from his bed, tmned up the gas, and sat down to wait. It was plea santer so tha n lyin g in bed counting the moments and listening. In a moment Hill's eyes fell. upon th e tab-le, and he sprang to his feet with an oath. The bottle Boyd had started away to get filled lay there in plain sight. Filled with a sudden fear, the outlaw dropped to the floor, and threw both hands under the table. The hand-bags containing the mone y were gone! CHAPTER VIII. THE MAN ON THE WINDOW BENCH. The rage of the man was simply ungovernable. He raved up and down the room like a maniac. "No wonder Boyd was nervous and couldn't sleep-plotting a dirty scheme like this!" At length Hill hastily drew ta' Y clothes. He had no idea that Boyd would .1ere l1 His purpose was to hunt him do1 ask shoot him. ing o When he stood in the room drel bo when he entered he threw aside ;hat, lows of the bed to secure his revoJlY d' Tl ?" tey were gone! Then he remembered his compln't.' strange actions at the time he Y him the whisky. 'here Hill sat down on the edge of th( was despair. 1ape. It seemed to him as though no ha could sa'l or do would do full jtP o the occasion. le. "I wonder he thouo-ht "if," <:> part of Boyd's scheme to turn mehe o the police?'' som As he sat on the bed wondertn? and planning he heard a key graere' the lock! shr It was evidently in unsteady ha em it did not at once shoot back there Y Hill sprang to his feet, and a; ba s oftl y to the door, taking a positi

NICK CARTER WEEKLY. 29 a' you stann' there for?" he de catching sight of Hill. ere have yon been?'' do' asked the question for want of 1ing better to say. are bowlin' up! Got anythin' to say

30 Ci\.RTElt WEEKLY. He had descended from one of the up-per windows. Hill started back. Then realizing that resistance would be worse than useless, he threw himself into a chair, and folded his arms across his breast. "That ain't the first time you've had a rope around you this night,'' he said, grimly. "You're right about that," said Nick, stepping into the room, still keepit1g the men covered, and lighting the gas. "Now, then, he added, taking out a pair of handcuffs, "I want to say right now that I'm here alone, and that I can't afford to have any foolishness. The first man that makes a break will be killed. Hold out your hands!" There was a ring in the nervy detective's voice that convinced the men that he meant business, and the loaded weapon in his hand was not a pleasant thing to look With sullen glances at each other they obeyed orders, and were soon securely handcuffed. Nick touched the electric button. "If you hao done that when you wanted your whisky, n he said, turning to Boyd, "it wouldn't l1ave been so easy for me to have made the capture. ''It all amounts to the same thing,'' was the reply. "You had us located in the room, and you had the entire police force of the city at your disposal. How did you follow us here?" "That was easy enongh. I caught up with you at tl1e carriage house where you left tbe alley and made a run for it.'' ''How did you know where we were coming?'' "Oh, I heard yon tell the cabman." "You're a devil anyhow," said Hill. "I'd like to have you back in that b a sement about five minutes." "I suppose so," said Nick, coolly. A knock came on the door. Je l Nick opened it and admitted \' th boy in the nniform of the hotel. ve "Go to the Clerk, n Nick saead I I tell him that I have the two trai here under arrest. Tell him tOe J b for two policemen, and to send, rol the chief of police at once. :-Jete turn these men over to hi 111." u t The urchin's eyes stuck ni11 saucers for a moment, and the11t a <:: away. "You 'Ye got the money, I an said Hill. m ''Yes. You came near catch' it, too. when you sat up in bedtrnc ready to shoot." 1 a "And you'Ye got my reckon,'' said Boyd. "The clerk has them. Yon r'k a: too drunk to have such playth:nd. yon., r g1 her "Ycu must have tmghty lo be up here getting the money h ffi j 111 there bln ng me at the same t1 Boyd. "If l hadn't been afraid lf d 1 b 1ng attent10n myse an ge rested," he added, ''there'd ha10' 'U I shooting scrape down there i1 u 1 room when yon pulled your asked the bartender to take mlw. while you had the drop. Why arrest me then?" "Oh, I wanted to do it all th slick like. I knew yon die shout, and that you would "ere after the money." Kt There was a sound of feet] way, and two policemen walk nd room. [ig "The chief will be here in ;ter said the clerk, who had followt in. "He was just going homeN The jov a11d astonish:nenttus t tdo may well be imagined whe into the room and found under arrest and the monev 'saPtT;c J.\X ''Yon have done a grea


I ; CARTER WEEKLY. 21 1e exclaimed, shaking Nick mitted v the hand. got a couple of great bumps ick too, 11 said Nick, with a wo tra' him O'ave orders for the r e moval <"> ) send robbers, and passed down stairs )I1Ce. ctecti \'e. im." ut tl1e money m the hotel safe stuck ning," he s aid "Of cours e J thet t a good share of it by way of 1ey, I 11 fix that as yon plea se,, said in be pist off for Kew York in the yonr clew, eh ?" said the a su1ilt:. "You know you s aid k around for one until mont-You r k a great streak of luck,, s aid nd here s tlte name and addres s r girl I want you to get away t l her Beers and ttse like a queen 1 y 0 hear from me She's the one Fottey same tJ 111e the clew. She's a hrick, afraid b eclJor an lhere i said Nick, "and as I s h a ll [)U di uld feet walk ney s 11 in the morning, l'll btd yon o shook hand s warmly, and c\ on to his room the Great Oakland Mystery [THE END.) number of the N1ck Carter will contain "Nick Carter's nd ; or, The Crime of the ighbinders, by the author of RESTLING. us that wrestling waa tbe 11n1t form ol athle ti c t douht, II lltreDt;'tb and llrmuess, coruhln ell ,Pliability, to tile limbs, vigor 1o the bod)', runmatlon t<> Ulll head and elasticity 1o th e tem rm111g an combination of the gre-arPJ:lt nd iu Ull\1\. 'I'he book is entitled PROI<'K'\.._Otc. .Tt.I>le te Training Gnide for AmateMr Cnaopbell's J,a,.u l'uui s. lhnm's F n c ing lDstrnetor. l 'he Complete l h ec kPr l'ln) er. ('apt. Webb's Swimonin; llaekgammon nnd llagat e lle. Out lloor Sports. Aqutie Guide;. or, Jaelttiag """ The Young (lymuast. Sailing. l'ORTUNE TELLING. NI\Poteon's Book of Fnte Cnpitl's Dream BHt Zola's Drenn Book. llernnan's Black Art. The War to Do Magic. 'l' ltiCKS Heller's Jlaud Book oOiagir Herrma11's Tricks with Card._ RECITA1'IONS AND READINGS. l 'he Peerless Reciter. Seleet RecitatioM anll &OOu t ot-door gamp s i s in Ibis took. Tbe games tlre illustratot! aud v ery mastered Price-If" II Addrrss MANUAL f_JTBRARY 2 5 New v"rlc


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