The bicycle boys of Blueville, or, Joe Masterson's unknown enemies

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The bicycle boys of Blueville received cheer after cheer as they rode awav.


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2 BRA VE AND BOLD. it at the door of the little cottage, Bill Edwards came out, fol lowed by his father and mother. It was near sunset, and the work for the day was long sin ce over. "I think you'll make out with your boat and nets better'n you will with that thing," observed Mrs. "Only think of it, mother! Be paid fi.fty dollars for it!" spoke up B i ll. dollars!" echoed the .woman. "Why, Joe, where did you get as much money as that?" saved it," returned the boy, with a proud smile "Humph!'' exclaimed the old man. "You might better have let me have it to put a new roof on the house an' fix it Needs it bad eneugh; I'm sure!' "So it does," said his wife sharply; "so it does, Jim. But let me tell' you that if you had saved your money, instead of spending it for rtim down at the tavern, you'd have enough money to build a fine new house let alone fixin' this bid one up." This was a settler for the old and without a word he walked away. Meanwhile ot1r hero was working away at his bicycle, puttirig the saddle and on, and ot11erwise getting it ready "I don't like that name-plate Bill venturecf, after a pause; "it's. foo flashy." J oe said nothiii.g "I sup pose you'll 'Id yotir cousin try it, won't you, ) cie ?" asked Mrs. Edwards. "No," promptly retorted the boy; "he doesn't like the wheel, 50 he can't ride it. iet him buy to s uit him." This might appear rather selfish on our hero's part, but th. e treatment he had 'r'eceived at the hands of his 50 .. talled cousin amply justified him in speaking that way. "I wouldn't ride the old tin-cart, anyway!;, sneered Sill. "Y needri "t think you a re the only fish in Hie net just because you need ed a lamp and a bell, he thought he had better buy them right away. It was getting dark by the time Joe rode up to this place and dismollnted, but not too dark for a number of young fellows hanging about there to notice that he had a new wheel. "Hello, Joe! she s come at last, hey?" cried a big, strapping boy whose name was Jake Leeds '"Yes," replied our young friend. "It came on the last express in for the day. I am mighty glad, I can tell you!" "My! ain't it a beauty!" "She' s a dandy!" '"It's a racer, ain't it?" "I wish I had one like it!" These and similar exclamations ca01e from the lips of the crowd of boys who surrounded Jos Mastetson's new bicycle Nearly all of them were his warm friends, and they were boys who lived in Blllevilli> and nearly all of them worked at fishing. Some three or .four. of them had new wheels, others had old ones, and two of them had been waiting to see Joe's new one be fore .their mounts for the season . 011e was the grocer's son, Frank Caldwell, and the other was Tom Simmons a yoJmg fisherman. F;ank were Joe's selected chum;, and like him they had saved their money. Whe1i the rnail left Blueville the following morning it carried an order to the firm in New York tci send down two bicycles like Joe as' soon as possible. CHAPTER IJ. THE ORGANIZ:\TjON OF T,a;E BLUJ;.V {LLE Ct.tiB. Ir was j three 'nights following the arrival of Joe Ma'sterson's bicycle that about fifteen boys met iri a: room over the grocery stare; which soine 'of the old re sidents called a hall tode Chamnion Miller's whee once and made a record that aston-.The room had once been the only public place where an i11side ished the natives. His wheel is worth a dozen of sucli things as 111'eeti't1g :tould be held in Bluevilk; out since the erection OL a you have th ere!"' "Mayt1e it is, and it ain't," Joe, half to him self, as he put the finishing touch on his machine and put his wrench <1way. "Go on and join the club that 1s to be organized to night: You needn't'thirik I don''t kno\v all about it," went on Bill. "Goin' to join a club eh?" exclaimed Mrs. Edwards. ''What urthe world are you going to do that for, Joe?" get some pleasure and enjoyment," was the reply "There is something else to do iii this .world besides wo rk.'' "That might be." amt the woman shook her head as thollgh she doubted it. "That might be, but f can't iien1ember bf

f ; BRA VE AND BOLD. 3 "What do you think of Don Everett?" Frank Caldwell whis to Joe a minute or two later. I think he is rather familiar," wa5 the reply. "So do I. He is altogether too fresh for such short acquaintance "Wh o brought him h e r e ?" did, I suppose. He was down at the post office when I went after the ail. He r ead the notice we had posted there about the meeting t o-night, and he pro mptly walked over to me and asked me if I kn e w anything about it. I told him I did, and he an n ou nc e d hi s intention of being pre s ent, and here he is." "I can't see that y'ou brought him here, then." "Well, no; not exacdy." "Well, le him join the club if he wants to He may make a fii;s t -class mi;mber. He is from the city, and we are not used to his ways yet." Further conversation between the two boys was prevented by the sound of the gavel calling the meeting to order. As they looked up they saw that Don Everett was acting as temporary ch airman. H e had m a de friends with the majority of the boys in short order, and s o me of them had advised him to pick up the ga vel. "Ge ntlem e n .' said he. in an e asy, busine s s-like way, "the first thing in order is to elect our officers. They will consist of a presi dent vice-president, secretary, treasurer and captain. Who will you h av e for pre s id ent?" "Don Everett!" cried one of the boys. Joe was just about to remark that things were being pushed too fast, when Tom Simmons called out his name in nomination. Second it ." yelled half a dozen. "A r e t here any further nominations?" questioned Everett, co ol)y a survey of tho s e present. "]\Jove th nomin a tions be closed!" s ang out a voice. "All right. Prepare your ballots, gentlemen." Don Everett stepped down and walked over to our hero with a s mile. "That is the way we hurry things through in New York, he said. "There is no use in being so slow ; I shallbe able t6 teach you country boys lots. whether it is you or I who is elected pre si dent. No hard feelings on my part which ever way it' goes." Before Joe could make a reply he stepped off and began talk ing to some others. It was quite evident that some of the boys had decided that the city ch a p would make a first-class p.resident, for they began writing his name on slips of paper and passing them around. Meanwhile Joe's friends were not idle Frank Caldwell, who was the best and most rapid writer in Blueville, was writin g s lip s and pa ss ing them to Tom Simomns. Simmons pas s ed them around, making a remark here and there as he deemed it advisable. Ten minutes from 'the time the nominations were made each of the fifteen boys had two slips in his possession-one containing the name of Joe Masterson, and the other that of Don Everett. An empty cigar box was placed on a table, and then the rather forward city chap called out: "The polls are now open! Step forward and do your voting. This bicycle club. to be a success, must have a hustler at the head. Use your own judgment, now!" In s ingle file the b oys walk e d past the box depositing their ballot s as they did so. Fourteen ball o ts had been cast in the box, and then Don E ye rett threw his in. Then, for the first time, he suggested something that was stri c tly fair. And that was that Frank Caldwell and one of the boys who had been writing slips for him count the vote and announce the result. This left it so that no cheating could be done. The two boys promptly took charge of the cigar box. Everett produced a pencil and card to tally the names as they were called out, and our hero followed his example. With brea t hl ess interest the boys awaited the result. At length it came! '"Maste rson eight, seven!" called out Frank Caldwell. A cheer went up fro m those who had stuck to Joe. Don Everett promptly ,jumped forward and seized our hero b y the hand I congratulate you!" he said. Joe knew that he did not m ea n this, but he thanked him just the same. Frank Caldwell and Tom Simmons pushed the successful can didate to the platform. Clearing his throat, Joe began: "Gentlemen, I thank you for the honor you have confe .rred upon me. Now then, we will finish the business of our meeting. Who wili you have for tellers?" The tw o wh o h a d just acted were selected and duly appointed. Then the following officers were elected without any op p osition: Melvin Bates, vice-presid ent; Frank Caldwell, secretary; Don Everett, treasurer; Tom Simmons, captain. Three rousing cheers were given for the officers, and then when quiet was restored Joe again arose. "The next thing in order," he said, "is a suitable name for our club." "How about the B. B. of B. ?" suggested the vice-president. "What do those letters stand for?" questioned Everett. "The Bicycle Boys of B!ueville !" "Good-good!" shouted the boys in chorus. "That is not the regular style of naming clubs," the treasure r ventured. "Take a vote on it!" cried somebody. The vote was taken and it was carried without a di&senting voice.


I 4 BRAVE AND BOLD. Don Everett did not like the name, because he had not sug"I'll get square on 'em for that!" he hissed. "I'll get square, gested it, but he wisely said nothing. even if I have to kill Joe Masterson for it I'll--" The rest qf the business of the meeting was soon gone through with-amount of dues, night of meeting, etc., until only one thing remained to be settled That was the color and style of the club uniform. Just as a neat fitting suit of dark blue had been adopted the door of the mectiniz roo!l' flew wide open with a bang, and the form of a boy rolled in upon the floor. It was Bill Edwards! He had been listening, and the door not being properly fastened, had opened unexpectedly! CHAPTER III. BILL EDWARDS. A hand touched him on the shoulder. Bill sank cowering to his knees. \Vha-wha-what !" he stammered. "I heard what you aid my friend, and I want you to know that I am with you!" said a voice in a hoarse whisper. It was Don Everett. The instant he learned that the eaves dropper was the cousin of Joe Masterson he felt that he must make the fellow's acquaintance. So making a hasty excuse, he left the meeting room immediately after the coward was kicked down stairs. He saw him sneak off in the direction of the willows and like a cat, followed him. 'When he .heard Bill muttering vengeance against Joe MasterBill Edwards possessed a heart that was bad. son he felt delighted beyond measure. \Vhen Joe rode off on his new bicycle the night he uncrated it "Don't-don't have me arrested!" the wretch as Don Bill Edwards was very mad at him. Everett bent over him. He hated him more than he had ever done before, and he longed to find a way to do the boy an injury. But Joe was industrious and made the greater part of the living of the Edwards household, and Bill knew thi s only too well. If Joe were not a member of the household Bill would not fare so well. Consequently he dare not go too far. But Bill was inquisitive. He desired to find out all he could about the bicycle club Joe was going to join. So on the appointed night, after all the boys,had ascended the stairs to the meeting room above the grocery, he crept softly up after them. And he got down on the floor with bis ear to the keyhole and heard everything tl:iat took place He was on the alert for the first sound of a step approaching the door, but he never gave a thought about the door being prop erly fastened. Consequently he leaned a little too heavily against it and turnblt:d into the room, just as the meeting wae about over. If ever a person was scared nearly out of his wits Bill Ed wards was. As he struck the floor be gave a yell that could have been beard a block away. '!!. A couple of boys rushed to the s pot and seized him They had not recognized him and thought he wa s a burglar. Joe was the first to see who it was "It is my rousin-B1ll Edwards!" he cried. "Yes-yes, it's me!" yelled Edwards Let me go please. I c;:vttldn't help falling against the door." Some of the boys l aughed and s ome of them got mad, but all felt that Bill hj!d been playing the part of an eave s dropper. The result was that he was unceremoniou sly hauled out into the hallway anrl tumble

BRA VE A,ND BOLD. 5 Sure enough, our hero was just turning the corner of the road that led from the beach. lt was nearly a week now since the organization of the club, a nd b eyond two or three short runs they had not done much. When the secretary announced the receipt of the communica Lion from the Juniper Wheelme n the boys were delighted. As soon as Joe Masterso n read it he promptly filled out one 'of the entry blanks. "I'll go in the one-mile and five mile race s and do my be st," he said. 'Don Everett i s roing to enter the sa me races," the secretary answered. "He i s perfectly welcome, as far as I am concerned," retorted our hero. Between the two of us, we ought to win one of the races, at l east." Yes, yes!" exclaimed Jake L ee d s, the big, powerful fellow. You both can ride like a st r eak." Joe did not have much time to train, a s the fishing seaso n was now in its h e i g ht, and it was only at night that he went out for a practice sp in. One night, as he was riding along the smooth, l evel road at the outskirts of t he village, he was startled by the sh rill screa m of a female came from a house ahead of him on the left side. of the road. I he boy was riding at a terrific pace, because at that hour of the night there were few people o n the road. He slowed up as quickly as he could just as the cry of: 'Jielp l\furder !" rang out. Hastily lea .ning his wheel again s t the fence, he sprang over and hurried for the Im.use. There wa a female in distress-probably being murdered, and that was enough for J oe. The house was an old one, and had not been occupied for a year and ou r young friend was puz zled at hearing the sounds come fr o m it. As he bur t through t he dense growth of shrubbe ry that sur-' rounded it all was as still as the g rave. Not a light s howed from a window. and there was not the l east s ign of any one being there The young bicycle rider shrugged h is shoulders. "I was riding so fast that T had n o idea [ was near the haunted But he determined to pa:y a visit to the old building some time and solve the mystery of the strange noises he had heard. As he had other things t o think of now he Jet the matter drop. His work and the meet of the Juniper v\lheelmen were eno11gh to occupy his mind. At length the day of the meet came. ] uni per was not over eight mile s distant, and shortly after the no o n hour th e Bicycle Boys of Blueyi]Je started in a body for the meet Their uniforms were neat and tasty, and as they r o de away they received cheer after cheer from the crowd who had come to see the m off. Many of the people who did not have wheel s were going to drive over to Juniper, or else go by train. Among th e latt e r was Bill Edwards. I-le told hi s mother he was going ove r to see Joe get defe<1ted, and h e gloated ove r thought of such a thing. Mrs. Edwards s hook her head. "'Taint eve rybody as can b eat J oe," s he said. H e sticks right t o business at anything h e goes at." \V e'll see," h e remarked, as he left to catch the train. Junipe r was quite a small village, but it owned a bicycle track and fair grounds, and t ha t i s what mad e it a p opular resort during t h e su mm e r and fall. T he track was not a fir st-class one, by any. means, but it was just an ordinary dirt track of three laps to the mile. Both J o e and Everett were e n te r ed in the o ne-mile champion s hip of the county, and the five-mile open. The one-mile came third o n the list and when the announce ment was mad e for the s t art nine racers we r e o n the sc ratch. J oe's number was four, and Don Everett had the figure s ix. No. 1 wa s the Juniper club's favorite, and he was picked for th e winner by the majority of the crowd. I The pistol s h ot cracked and the county mile championship wa s on. No'. 9 se t the pace and No r neatly dropped i n behind him. Everett took thira place, and our hero r e mained tlear the tail end It wa s a sort of loafing race at t.he start, but when one lap had been m ade No. 3 put o n so me s team, and pa sse d the pacemaker like a s h ot. mansion.'' he muttered. '' I don"t bel i eve in ghosts, as most of the Joe must have anticipated what he was going to do, for he people in Blueville do. The screams I heard came from a li,c dropped in second as n eat l y as you pl ease. p erso n and a female, at that! But I shan't inve stiga te a n y forther at p:resent. Iamsati s tied that so me trick i s being played; I might h ave known it wh e n T di s m ounted!" Turning into the shrubbery he made his way back to the road side. His wheel was s tanding where he left it. so mounting, he r ode off. Joe said nothing to any o ne of what he had experienced. as h e knew it would but incr e ase the fear that the supe r stit i ous ones had of the house. Tlm1 the excite ment began in earnest. The nin e rid e r s were all o n their mettle now Each one of ti,em ,;at1ted t l ie h ono r of being cha11ipion of the county, and they bent l ow to their work. At the e nd of the second lap o ne: man had dropped out and four others were so far in the re a r that they could not hope to J get a place The le ade rs were No. 3 and No. r. Don Everett and our hero. Pretty soo n No. 3 gave o ut. and then the final spurt came. A s hout went up from the thron11: of s pectatorf..


6 BRA VE AND BOLD. No. I seemed to be walking away from the rest with the greatest of ease. But no! When but thirty feet from the tape Joe Masterson put all his power on the pedals and shot ahead, a winer by a full length. CHAPTER V. A WINNER AGAIN. "It can't be helped now," was the retort. "If I had been in a. little better condition I would have come in ahead." "Sure you would!" spoke up Nagle. "I think I sprained one of the tendons of my right leg, too." "Then you shouldn't go in the other race," said Bill. "No!" echoed Nagle. '..-., "I-I don't think I will." replied Everett, hesitatingly. He had not injured himself a particle, but he knew he could The cheer that went up when Joe Masterson crossed the tape not hope to beat Joe in the next race, and an excuse was in order. a winner was loud and prolonged. The intervening events were run off, and presently it came time "He is following close upon the track of Eddie Bald!" cried an for the entries in the five-mile race to appear. enthusiastic spectator. "I never saw such a beautiful finish since Bald was champion, years ago." The majority of the members of the Blueville Club nearly went wild with delight. A.Jew of them favored Don Everett, and they were very much disappointed at seeing him lose the race. And Everett himself! He could hardly contain himself; he was so enraged and disappointed that he could have murdered our hero on the spot. But he managed to restrain himself, and received the words of sympathy from his friends without showing his real feelings. But he hated Joe worse than ever now. Bill Edwards, who had come down to see his cousin get "wiped out," could scarcely believe his senses. He did not know whether to feel proud over the result of the race or more bitter toward Joe. Narrow-minded villain as he was, he chose the latter. "Joe is too fresh, anyway, and now he will be worse than ever," he muttered. "I wonder if Don Everett hates him any more than I do?" 1 Bill got down from his seat and mingled with the boys from Blueville. Pretty soon he saw Everett enter the dressing room, which was built under the grand stand. He hastened after him. "You can't get in here," said the man on guard. "I want to see the young fellow who just went in," Bill insisted. Hearing his voice, Everett turned and saw him. "That's all right; let him in," he said to the man. Young Edwards passed in. A boy named Nagle, who .,'..,as from Blueville, started in at rubbing Don's limbs, and Bill Edwards helped him. Nagle was a crafty young fellow, who had resided in Bluevillc for about a year with a widowed mother. He had never been known to do a day's work, yet he always had plenty of money. No one had any particular liking for l)im, nor did they have anything against him, so it was easy enough for him to become one of the charter members of the club. Don had selected him to attend to him at the meet of the Juniper Wheelmen, and Nagle was doing it faithfully. "Too bad that you didn't win, Don," observed Bill Edwards, as he rubbed away. Don Everett, in his regular road costume, came out and took a seat in the grand stand. A murmur of surpi:ise went up from those who recognized him. Not a few of them thought he would stand a good chance to win the race. "Injured my right leg in the other race," lied Everett to a gentleman who leaned over and asked him why he was not going to race. This soon got noised all over the grand stand, and, whether they believed it or not, the crowd paid no further attention to Don. Joe Masterson had won the county championship, and when he lined up into position for the five-mile race a cheer went up. There were thirteen in this race--an unlucky number so it proved, as there was a bad spill on the third lap, and six of the contestants so badly tangled up that they gave it up. Joe escaped being in it by a narrow margin, as did No. I, of the Junipers, his most dangerous rival. Round and round the track the wheels spun, eacl!_ of the se.vcn remaining contestants taking a turn at pace making. On the last lap Joe was fourth man, and as they neared the finish he made one of his magnificent spurts and won witn hands down. The hardy young fisherboy outclassed them all. It was quite a fast race, for the time was rr.57 2-5. Again Joe received an ovation. He was the hero of the hour. The members of the Juniper Club were ready to admit the fact, and when the prizes were given to the winner they went with the good will of the Juniper boys. But Don Everett and Bill Edwards were more bitter than ever against the Blueville champion. Nagle, too, sided with them, for, somehow, he did not want to sec Joe win. Nagle had a very mean disposition. He resolved to cut one of the hero's tires so he could not ride the wheel home. He said nothing of his intentions to either Everett or Bill, but when the meet broke up he was ready to do the dastardly trick. Joe's wheel was standing against the fence while he was talking to Tom Simmons, the captain of the club. ' ... i 111.j "I L .... i .,


BRA VE AND BOLD. 7 Nagle slyly opened his knife and' walked over to it. Our hero saw him, but showed no signs that he did. When he saw the open knife in the boy 's hand he bounded forward like a shot. Just as Nagle was about to ruin the tire Joe's fist caught him behind 1he ear and felled him to the ground. In a moment there was an exciterl crowd about the tw o 'A fight! A fight!" went up the cry. "No-no!" s houted our hero to make himself heard. "It is no fight; I caught this f e llow in the act of cutting my tire, that's al l." "You lie!" yelled Nagle, springing to his feet, the open knife still clutc hed in hi s hantl Be approached Joe as th o ugh to stab him-and spat Down he went again. The champion rid e r of the county showed that he could st rike a very hard blow, for Nagle lapsed into insensibility. "You struck a man smaller than yourself!" cried Don Everett, springing forward. :Toe's eyes flashed dangerously. frol/1 me. or I'll strike you!" he retorted. You will, eh? I'll--" .At ,this .juncture .were seized l;>y their friends and pl11le d awa:r in different directiDns "Mount your wheels and start for home," sang out th e captain. _. "We'll, settle this business at a s pecial meetil}g to-night." .Nagle got up and slu11k from the grounds with his bicycle, the hisses oi .the crowd following. Two minute later th e Bicycle Boys o f Blueville .started for the run home,. both Joe and Don Everett in their ranks. CHAPTER VL THE FIGHT AND WHAT FOLLOWED IT. The of the Bluevillc Club conversed in whi.opC?fS as they r ode out of Juniper. There was not 01.'l,e among them b .\Jt that thought there would be a fight 11etweeJ1 Joe Masterson apd.Do,11 before they got home. Nagle mu st have gone on pretty fast, for he had no t been over/ ta..ke11. The boys pu.t up a pretty iiood gait, a11d a lqnely, spot al:>out between Blueville and i;oon reach e d. The sun was just setting and everything was calm and pcac c-"iui . Suddenly the voice bf Don Everett rang out: Joe Masterson. here i s a good place to settle the little differ ence between us ." Without a w ord J oe dismounted . : C .omt on.'" cried tom Simmons, who. wlCs averse to seeing a fight. ''We have the right to stop if we wish/' said as he spra ng from his wheeL "I know wa s the capta in's reply. "Vhll, all hands can stop, then." Every boy dismounted. Joe leaned his against a tree and waited to sec what' the c it y boy was going to do. Don was no coward, and calmly pulling off his coat, he exclaimed: Joe, you told me if I did not keep away from you you wciul

8 BRA VE AND BOLD. A couple of sympathizers carried the unconscious villain to a they had failed to notice a bicycle that was following close be-gras sy spot b e neath a tree, where he soon came to. hind them. A s soon as he saw he was all right Joe mounted his wheel. It was Nagle w ho was riding it, and he had heard nearly all "I'm off," said he. "I must be home in time to go out and lift their conversation. a net." ''I'll go with you Joe," spoke up Jake Leeds. "The rest can follow as they see fit." "All right," responded the captain. The two were soon riding down the road. "You polished him off in great style," observed Jake. "Joe, you could make money giving boxing les sons this winter." Our hero laughed. "I hardly think that, Jake," he retorted. "But you could, though. If I wasn't so big and clumsy I'd like to take some les s ons my s elf "Fancy me giving you fighting lessons, Jake. Why, you could pick me up and throw me over your head without any trouble." "I suppose I could-if I could get hold of you. There's where the pofot comes in." Change the subject, Jake; I've got a Secret to tell you." "A secret?" ''Y es.'1 "What is it?" "I made a discovery the other day .ft "A discovery ?" "Yes, if you'll promise never to mention it." "I won't I assure you "Well, then, the mouth of Crook Creek holds a small fortune for us "Wha-what do you mean?" stammered the big b oy. "I mean that the bottom is covered with small natural growth oysters." "Is that so?" "Yes. Do you want to go in partnership with me?" "Do I? Certainly I do "\Ve will plant the seed over in Bunn's Cove on a ground that I have hired for three years." "An oyster ground that you have hired!" exclaimed Jake. "Well, that just beat s me!" "There is not enough m oney in this net-fishing busines s so I am g oing to try something else along with it. You go with me to-night and I'll show you the seed oysters. I am not going to lift a net-I merely said that for an ex c use to leave." "I'll' go with you. We can take my father's sailboat." "That is just what we want I have been g o ing to s peak to you about this before. If your father will let us have the use of the Emma for a month we will be able to l a y the foundation of a fortune." "Pshaw! He'll let us have it quick enough. Since he got the job of town constable he has hardly bothered himself about the boat." "Well, we'll take her out to-night, then." : The two boys had been so engrossed in the i r conversation that CHAPTER VII. ANOTHER PLOT. Nagle slowed up as Joe and Jake went around a curve and came to a halt without them seeing him He sat down on a fence rail and waited for the rest of the club members to come along Pretty soon they came in sight. Mounting his wheel, he joined them, and all hands rode on, with little to say. When the grocery store was reached the boys branched off for their respective homes. Nagle followed Everett until they were alone on the village street. Then he rode alongside him and told him he had important news for him. "What is it?" a s ked Everett, turning his bruis ed and battered face toward his friend. "You showed your friendship to me by interfering," he s a i d "Yes," was the petulant retort; "is that all?" "No, n o t by a great deal." "Well, what is it, then?" "You want revenge?" "Yes; go on." "So do I want revenge and I know a go o d way to have it." "See here, exclaim e d Everett as he loo k e d at N a gle keenly "will you c o me to the house with me?" "Yes." "Very well. You can dine with me and while we arc at the table you can t e ll me anything you like. Unders tand, no matter what y o u tell me, it will never be breathed by me, even if I should not approve of it." "I am the same way, so we need not be afraid of each other." A minute or two later the pair rode up to the house occupied by the Everett family. It was one of the finest cottages in the village, and a rather heavy rent was paid for it. But th e Everetts were wealthy and could well stand it. .Don led the way direct to the bathroom, where the pair doctored their swollen faces as best they c o uld. Then they repaired to the library. .;. The city boy excused himself and left the room. In the dining-room his father, stepmother and step-sister were seated at dinner. t "Why, what is the matter, Don?" cried the girl, whose name was Agnes. "Nothing. An accident with my wheel that's all he replied careles sly. Then, turning to his step mother, he added: 'j ... .. I. I .... t ,111 I ... ". '


': 3RA VE AND BOLD. 9 "I have a friend in the library who will dine with me, and, as you are about through, we will wait." "Very well, Don; I ll tell the cook." As the boy passed his father he nodded for him to come out. The ol d man did so a moment later. "Well?" he interrogated: "The infernal hound not only beat me m the race to-day, but thrashed me as well,' said Don, in a low tone that was full of bitterne ss. The brow of his father darkened. "If he is not put out of the way shortly he will ruin all of us,'' he answered "Let him once get an inkling as to who he is and it will all be up with u s." "I have a young fellow in the library who hates him as much as I do and he came here with me on purpo se to tell me of a way to get square on him." "Who is it-that lout of a fisherboy ?" "No; one who is twice as intelligent as he; one who can be trusted; too, I think." "I'll see him after you have dined, and when I have taken a good look at him arrd heard him ta-lk I'll tell you whether he can be trusted or not. I have never yet made a mistake ." "AH right. You will see what sort of a judge I am." The elder Everett entered his private room and Don joined Nagle. "I might as well tell you what I warit to right he r e," said the latter "All right; go ahead, if it will not take too long." "It won't take very long." "Proceed, then." In a slQW, measured voice Nagle related the conversation he had heard betwe e n our hero and Big Jake. Don nodded approvingly. "They will be on the water to-night," he said. "Now, then, if Joe Masterson could only fall overboard and be drowned, and--" "He can easily do that." "Ah, I see! You are coming to the proper point." "Let's you a nd I go and get aboard the sailboat before they get there ." "Ca n we do it?" "Certainly we can. I happen to know exactly where she lies and the tide will not be u]} high enough to float her before an hour and a half from now. "We will hurry through dinner, then, and go down to the beach." "W c get tht>re in six or seven minutes from here." A few minutes later the two were eating a hurried meal. For the second time Don Everett was plotting with a boy of the village against the life of our hero. He had been afraid td allow Bill Edwards to go ahead after he had instructed him ; as he became satisfied that the fellow was a coward and not to be trusted. But Nagle! Well, he was a different sort of a boy. All Don wanted was a nod of approval from his father after he had seen his guest and he was ready to proceed. After the meal Don introd\lced his friend to the old man and thep repaired to his room. From a burea u drawer he took out two heavy revolvers and made sure that both w re loaded. When he came dv wnstairs h i s fathh gave the nod he expected him to and then Nagle and he left the house. It was now quite dark, but Nagle knew of a short cut to the beach, and they soon got there. "There is the Emma," said he, pointing to a trim-looking sailboat about thirty feet long. See, she isn't afloat yet.'' Don nodded. "There is no one around, either, as it h a ppefls," he remarked "No. Let's sneak aboard at once. We can hide under the deck over the bow." Five minutes later the villainous pair were hidden in the for ward end of the little b oa t. Neither knew exactly what the other intended to do but their presence meant danger to Joe Masterson and his friend, Jake Leeds. CHAPTER VIII. A STARTLING INTERRUPTION. It was some time past eight \'clock when Joe and Jake came down to the sailboat. The former carried an oyster rake, showing that he meant business, as far as the seed oysters were concerned. "Is she afloat yet?" he asked of his companion. "Hardly, I think, but we might be able to shove her off," was the reply, and Jake unti e d a rope from a ril}g in the little bulk head and tossed it on deck. Both boys had rubber boots on, so they waded into the rising tide and pushed the craft off without much exertion. They quickly clambered aboard and began hauling upon the bow-lin e till the anchor came up. The jib and mainsail were hoisted next and then, taking the tiller, Leed s pointed for Crook Creek. "There is only one drawback a!Jout getting the seed," our hero as the boa t glided along fhrough the sta rlight, "and that is that as soon as we are seen working there others will join in; and it is against the law to work in the night time." "That's. so," nodded Jake. "But whether it is against the law oi not to work oti oyster beds at night, nearly all the men in the bu siness at Bunn's Cove do it-not because they want to do anything wrong und e r cover of darkness, but because they want to go according to the tides ." "I know that, !Jut I hear there is to be a watchman put on in .a couple of weeks The oyster association at Bunn's Cove is get ting pretty strict." "I think I shall put in a bid for the job of watchman," said Jake after a pause. "It requires a man with a sail!Joat, and I could do the iob as well as any man.''


IO BRA VE AND BOLD. "By jove!".exdaimed Joe; "the vety thing! 'You go over to the cove to-morrow morning and put in your application. You get that jeb Eind we will be all right about the seed oysters." ''That's so!" Meanwhile the boot \'vas bowling along before a stiff breeze, leaving a wake of foam astern t ha t glitteret and sparkled in the starlight. It was about two miles to Ctook Ct. eek, so namt:d because it ran in anything but a straight li1ie. It was navigable for about two miles, but boat s s eldom had ca1l!le to go up it, outside of the crab flsl\ers. At the mouth, which \Vas pretty\vide, the water was pretty deep, and the tide rat' strong. Joe had accidentaliy discovert!d that this place contaiilea millions of young oysters, or what are knO\vn as spats From the trials he h ad made he estimated that there were at least three h11ndred bush!!ls in the vicinity. These were worth seventy cents a bushel; ant! a ready market could be found for them. but if they vJere planted and incr eased 1h three years, as they should do, barring no accidents, the foundation for a fortune would be laid. That is the way the young bicycle rider figured it and he was about right. As the Emma neared the mouth of the creek Joe let the jib come down, and, when Jake ga\e him the word, he let the anchor go. The little craft quickly swung around with the tide. "Jake, if you got that job as watchman you would have to build a littl e cabin house,'' observed Joe as he stepped down into the cockpit. "Oh, I don't know, there' is roOhl eno ugh for one or two per sons to sleep up forward." "I s\tppose there is, b0ut it would be pretty cramped quarters, I am thinking." "Well, get out that rake, now, and show me some of the seed." Joe responded by allowing the steel-toothed instrument to drop over h ead and go to the bottom. The handle was thirty feet long and but four feet of it stuck above the surface. "Low w:tter is the proper time," said ou r hero as he worked the rake until it was neariy full of something. "Yes; we'll come down again to-morrow night. I'll anchor the bu!\t off so won't have to wait for the tide." Pretty soon joe hauled up the rake and dumped a quantity of Handkerchiefs with hole! cut fat th e eyes covered th faces t>f the two, and, horrified at their unexpected appearance, Joe 3nd Jake sank back i n the boat. ,.... CHAPTf._ R i:X:. \\'AS IT A DOUBLE MURDER? "Death to the oyste r thieves!" catne in gutthral tones from 0ne of the masked figures. It was not until then that Joe could recover hi1i1self sufficiently to speak. He had no idea who the Elisguis ed two were, but he realized that they might discharge the revolver s they held so menacingly. "W e are nothing of the kind," Joe answered l!S coolly as he could. "These oysters belong to us as as any one else." ''Death to the oyster thieves!" repeated the same guttural voice. "Hold up your hands!" There was nothing to do but to obey, so up went the hands of Joe and Jake. Then one of the masked villains took both re\'Olvers and pressed the muzzles of them against the foreheads of the boys, while hi s companion pi:oceeded to bind them hand and foot with the rope that lay in the cockpit 'of the boat. When the masked fellows had deposited them helpless in the bottom of the boat Joe looked up at them and said: "See here, my friends, if this is a joke, you are carrying it a little too far. Something like a sarcastic laugh was all the reply he got. The big boy now spoke up. 'If you don't un tie us right away yon will be orry for it,'' As if they had not heard him at all, the pair stepped to the sid of the boat. One of them seized the rake and allowed it to drop overboard, as if to measure the depth of the water. "It is plenty deep enough," he whispered to his c0mpaniQrt, sGl l ow that our helpless young friends could not hear it. "Yes," was the reply in the same tone. ''Shall we do it?" "You would hever breathe it, would you?" "Never!" "Then get out those two chunks of pigiron m the bow of the boat. The smaller of the two crept forward and soon returned, drag-ging two chunks of iron along with him. Each of these had rings attached to them, and were used for anchors to be put out when a gale was blo,ving upon the1 coast small oysters and shells in the bottom of the boat. and it was necessary to keep the boat from being washed ashore. The oysters were about as big as half dollars, and the shells Neither Joe or Jake had the faintest idea what they were going were liter a lly covered with "mes varrying in size from a coffee bean to a chestnut. "Whe\v l" excla im ed Jake Leeds; "ain't they nice!" I should say they were !" At that moment they heard a noise behind them. Lifting their heads. they beheld two forms standing over them \\'ith cocked revolvers! to do with the "pig ancho r s," as they tertned them, but they found out 011ly too soon. The masked villains were attaching the chunks of iron to their feet "Stop f Sto!J !" almost scream ed Joe. "Over with them!" exclaimed a gruff voice, and the ggys w"r

... BRA VE AND BOLD. Il As the same rope had been used to bind them, they were attached together. The would-be murderers did not take time to sever the rope, but in a remarkably quick time pushed them overboard. 'Iihere was ii prolonged splash, followed by two cries for help, and then all was still. Joe Masterson went shooting to the bottom. "Ugh!" exclaimed the taller of the murderous villains, pulling the handkerchief from his face; "that was something awful!" It was Don Everett who spoke. "Yes," murmured Nagle, with something like a shiver. "Let's get away from here. Up with the anchor!" Everett sprang to the bow and began pulling the anchor in with all his might. It was fully five minutes before they got the boat under way, and when they did neither knew how to sail her to advantage. But the wind was fair, and they managed to get back to the Blueville beach much quicker than might have been expected. Leaving the sailboat in as near the same spot as they could, they left her. "Where are you going now?" asked Nagle. "Home," was Don's retort. I "Come with me and I 'll show you something you dreamed of. We might as well make a night of it now." I never "What can you show me in a slow, little country place like this?" "As I said before, something you never dreamed of." "I'll go with you, then." "Good! You will find that what I am going to show you is just as much of a secret as the one we have divided between us." Young Everett shrugged his shoulders. "Don1t let's ever talk of what happened to-night," he said. Nagle gave a laugh. "Yes." "I have heard of that being But-pshaw I there are no such th i ngs as ghosts." "A great many people think differently." "I know they do; especially the simple country folk who live around here." "Well, Don Everett, there are no ghosts in the house I am going to take you to. There is a band of counterfeiters there!" CHAPTER X. SAVED! It would be a difficult task to describe the feelings of Joe and his companion as they sank beneath the surface of the water. One thing-they thought their time had come. But no one will give up life without a struggle. With superhuman power they strove to free themselves. And Providence stepped in to their aid The piece of pigiron was not tied securely to the feet of Jake Leeds, and he kicked it loose almost the instant he touched the water. In their haste the villains had failed to make the knot secure. As the rope ran through the ring on the weight attached to our hero, that, of course, came off almost as soon. The tide was rushing into the mouth of the creek with the speed of a race horse, and when the two helpless boys arose to the surface they were fully a hundred feet from the sailboat. They just managed to get their breath and then under went their heads again. In half a minute they were up again, and then another breath was taken. They were now well up into the creek, and a bend in the meadow bank shut them from the view of those on the boat, even if it had been broad daylight. "It is all over now," he observed, "and we are--" "Keep cool, Jake!" Joe sputtered. "We are not dead yet. "Stop!" thundered Don. "Not another word, or we shall I--" .quarrel." At that moment they struck against something with a shock "All right!" And for the next five minutes the pair walked which knocked what little breath they possessed completely out along in silence. "Where are you taking me to?" at length demanded Don, when he saw that they were nearing the outskirts of the village. "You will be amply rewarded when you get there, so do not ask any further questions." "But I will ask one more. How much farther is it?" "Half a mile." "All right, then. The next time I visit the place you are taking me to I'll use my bicycle." "Don, do you believe in ghosts?" Nagle asked, without paying any attention to his companion's words. "Ghosts? No, I don't believe in them. Why do you ask me that kind of a question ?" "I'm taking you to a haunted house." "Oh, that big, old-fashioned house that stands back from the road surrounded by trees and shrubbery?" t of them. But that was not all. They remained just where they had struck, and their heads were above water. The rope had been wound alt e rnately about them, so they were very much in the shape of the Siamese Twins, and they had come in contact with a pile, triking it with their shoulders, Joe's head on one side and Jake's on the other. The pile was one of many that formed the support fl"" bridge which ran over the creek. As the boys looked up they recognized the bridge instant-.. It was fully two hundred yards from the mouth of the cree:.., and the central portion of it could be swung around to allow sailboats to pass. The door was closed now and the man who attended it ha

12 BRA VE AND BOLD. But no! As the swiftly running tide swung them around Joe felt something sharp graze against his head. The rope that passed around the upper portion of their bodies had caught upon one of a number of spikes that had been. driven into the pile And there it was, chafing and straining, while the boy's head was bumping against the spike above it. A ray of hope shot through our' hero's breast. lf the rope gave way they wou'ld have the use of their arms in a very few seconds. Before he had time to tell Jake Leeds of what he had discovered there was a snap, and once more the two boys were whirlin2 along with the current. But half a minute later a fervent voice exclaimed: "Thank God!" It was Joe Masterson who spoke. His hands were free and he was standing almost neck deep in the wate>, holding the head of Jake Leeds above the water while he unwound :he rope from his body. By a miracle the tide had whirled them shoreward, and upon a sand bar. Jake was relieved of his bonds, and then Joe kicked the rope from his own feet. Two minutes later they stood upon the meadow bank, not far above the bridge. Both were well-nigh exhausted, and staggering to a log, they sat down upon it. "Jake, we are saved!" "Yes. Joe," retorted the big fellow, mechanically. "It was a miracle." "Yes." "Who could those two men have been who would dare commit such a crime?" "I don't know." "Could they have been oystermen who had their eyes on the seed oysters at the mouth of the creek?" "I don't know." "Mebbe they were a couple of thieves who wanted to steal th boat," suggested Jake. "That might be," nodded Joe. "Anyhow, I never spoke a word to a livingsoul about where we were goi1" or what you ha d told me exclaimed the bii boy decidedly. "Neither did I mention it." "Then they must have been thieves." "Yes. We will walk back to Blueville beach, and if the Ernma is not there we will know they were thieves." "I didn't think ia common thief would be so bad as to do what those fellows did," and Jake shook his head. "It is hard to tell just how far a villain will go on some oc casions." "Let's go back home." Dripping from the salt' water, the pair walked down to the road that led to Blueville. It was rather a long walk to the place on the beach where the Ernma had been moored. But they made the distance in good time and soon got there. Much to their surprise, the boat was there. Anchored in the spot where they had pushed her off was the Emma! The mystery that confronted them was too.< much for them Jo solve that night, at any rate, and so they went off to their homes. CHAPTER XI. IN THE COUNTERFEITERS' DEN. Don Everett looked at Nagle in astonishment. "Counterfeiters!" he exclaimed. "What do you mean?" "Just .. what I Come on; the house will soon be in sight." "All right; come on it is. I've starte d .and I''il go with you." It was well on toward the hour of midnight when the two precious young scoundrels halted in the road before the deserted property." It was the identical spot Joe Masterson had heard the cry of a femalefrom on the night he was training for the' bicycle race. Everything appeared so lonely and foreboding about the place "Don Everett couldn't possibiy have had anything to do with that Don Everett hesitated when his companion vaulted lightly it." over the rickety fence. J I I I,,... r \1 -. I "I don't know s aid Jake, speaking exactly as thou)lh he didn't But he was one of the kind .. who do not back down until made. know, or that he even had the least idea. "\Ve must find out who they were." "Y cs; we11 report 'em to father. He's a constable, you know." "Jake, we won't report them to anybody." "What!'; The big boy looked at his friend in astonishment. "I mean what I say; we won't report them to any body," re peated our hero. "I'll take the case in hand and endeavor to find out who my unknown enemies are. Don Everett might be bad enough to take my life, but it could not have been him, for no one knew but ;OU and j that we were going to pay a visit to tJ1e' mouth of the creek." to, and, throwing aside all. shades of superstition, he foilowed. Through. a growth of tangled vines and b.ushes they went; and presently they r eached the walk leading to the house. .. The walk was of brick, .and it so damp from the s1'a,de of the trees that it was covered with moss in many places. It was slippery and uneven, too, and the boys were forced to proceed carefully to keep from fa\ling. Just before they got to the front door of the house Nagle took his friend by the arm and turned abruptly to the right, through a cluster of ;;weetly-scented rose bushes. A minute later they stood before a little summer house, rotten :with age. { .., .. : ,. I


BRA VE AND BOLD. 13 They were forced to stoop to get inside this, as the timbers had "I came here to have a new member initiated, father," replied fallen in some places and were leaning in every direction. Nagle. Don noticed that the place showed signs of being used, in i.pite "A new member!" and the brow of the man he called father of its tumble-down appearance. He was just about to remark this when Nagle exclaimed: "Hist!" "vVhat is it?" "Do no be surprised at anything, bllt follow me." Th city boy nodded. The minute Nagle gave two sharp taps llpon a slab of st6tle with the heel of his shoe. Much to Don's surprise, two answering taps came from be neath the slab. Nagle responded by giving three, and thls was tepeated. Then he gave one, and seizing his companion, he clutched him tightly to him. "bon't move !" he commanded in a whisper. Before verett knew what had happened he felt himself going downward. The slab the two had been standing upon had descended. 1t came to a stop about twelve feet below, with a jar that nearly caused Don to lose his balance. Nagle pulied him off the remarkable elevaL>r, artd up it shot to th. e top again. It had scarcely found its former place when a bright liiht flashed upon the two boys. "Who have we here?" a voice demanded. ''Nagle and a friend," was the protnpt reply. A friend? How dare you bting a friend here?" "I have the same right as you. My friend has been weighed in the balance and fourtd not wanting.'' "Ah! 'Tis well, then. Proceed." Don Everett gave something like a sigh of relief. He im agined at first that he was not wa!lted, but, being reassured by the man who stood before them with a lantern, he followed Nagle through a damp, narrow passage, with like his m;ual composre, The man followed wi h the lantern, holding it above his head, so as to light the way fot them. A.few feet farther and they came to an iron door. Without a word the man stepped forward and unlocked it. Pulling it open, he ushered bon and Nagle into a cellar and then closed and locked it again, remaining on the outside. The boys were now in the cellar of the so-called haunted h.ouse, and as Don looked around him he saw half a dozen men work ing in the place. A long work-bench ran across one end of the cellar, and in the center of it was an old-fashioned hand printing press. A tnan with a bald head and huge spectacles, who indus triously working with a pen on a pack of spurious banknotes, arose when he saw Nagle. "Ah, my boy, what brings you here at this hour?" darkened. "Yes, a new member. You want to join my father'i band of money-makers, don't you, Don?" "Yes," returned Don readily. "What has he done to command our attention 111 this light?" asked the elder Nagle, for it really was the boy's father. "He has done the most daring thing a person can do?" was the quick reply. Eyerett shrugged his shoulders uneasily, for he had no doubt that the daring thing he had done meant murder. "When?" demanded the leader of the counterfeiters. "To-night." "You speak the truth?" "I certainly do." "And there is no one on his track?" "There is not-I am sure of this." "then he can join. Attention, men!" Instantly the men in the ce!lar ceased their various occupations. "Your name, young man," resumed the leader of the band, fixing his eyes on the city boy, who had unknowirtgly a candidate for membership. "Don E:terett,'1 was the reply. The elder Nagle gave a start. "!?" he said; have heard that name before. Before l proceed I'll--" He did not finish the sentence, for at that instant the secret door of the cellar opened and a appeared on the scerte. Don Everett turned, and then a cry of amazemertt left lips. The newcomer was his father. CHAPTER XII. DON EVERETT 18 SURPRISED. "Father!" It was Don Everett who uttered the words. Unprincipled as he knew his father to be, he had rto idea that hll belonged to a garyg of counterfeiters. But such was plainly the case, for the senior Everett had free access to the place. "\Vhy, Don !" he gasped as he came face to face with his son. "What itt the world are you doin g here?" "The young man has just become a member of our band. spoke up Nagle's father. "We have to do the finishing \ouches to him yet. Calm yourself, Mr. Everett." "He-he is my-my son!" "So is this boy my son. I arn proud to have him hcre11 so should you be proud to have your son here." "I am, but I had not the faintest idea of his coming here." "I should have spoken to you about this place if I had known you were a member, Mr. Everett," observed young Nagle as he shook hands with the newcomer.


14 BRAVE AND BOLD. "Well, we will let it all pass Proceed with the finisliing the bodies are di scovered-pe rhaps never-and if they are I will touches to the new member." Mr. Everett spoke in his usual tone of voice now. Half an hour later Don was a duly qualified member of the counterfeiters' organization. "We work but two nights in the week said the captain of the gang. "What money we make i s shipped away to our agents, <1nd not a cent of it is passed anywhere n ear here. We turn out a ten-dollar bill that only the most minute investigation can dis cover the diff e rence between it and the genuine. Business is flourishing now, and in a year's time we will all be able to retire, I will assign you and my boy to a special duty in a few days. I know I can trust him, and be recommends you so highly that I feel safe in trusting you." "Thank you," returned Don, not a little pleased at what the captain said. It was well toward daylight when Don Everett and his father left the counterfeiters' den and went home. On the way the villainous young man rel a ted how he and Nagle had disposed of Joe Masterson and his friend, and, bad as he was, the father shucider e d as he listened to it. But he was jubilant, for all that. Just why he was anxious to have Joe put out of the way Don could never learn-in fact, he never knew there was such a pers o n as young Masterson until his family took up their summer resi dence at Blueville a few short weeks before. "Don, your step-mother must never know of the business I am engaged in," observed the elder villain just before they entered the gate of the house they resided in. "No," answered Don; "or Agnes, either." "Certainly not." "Father, why did you go into such a risky business?" asked the young man as he at the gate. "For the money there is in it." "But you are rich, and have been for a long time." never be suspected." Finally Frank came over to him. Did you hear what the village tradesmen are going to do? he asked. "No. What?" "Get up a bicycle race for next Saturday." "Is tha t s o ? "Yes; they have fixed it up among themselves, with out us knowing it but it leaked out this morning. N o w it is to be made public, and th e bills will be out this afternoon. They are going to put up some big prizes, I hear." I shall practice for it," said Don. "Yes, I would if I were you. But you can't expect to beat Joe Masters o n "See here!" exclaimed Don, with flushing cheeks; "I don't claim that I have been riding as good as Ma s ter s on but I'll b e t you twenty-five dollars that I'll win the mile race, if they have one, next Saturday. The two were standing in front of the post office building, it being closed on account of it being Sunday, and quite a few pe o ple were pas sing at the time. "I never bet rete>rted Frank Caldwell shrugging his shoulders. "But I do though said a voice behind them. Turning, they beheld the man who kept the village hotel. "Oh, well," observed Don, "if you want to take the bet you are welcome." "Certainly I'll 1ake it. You offered to lay twenty-five dollars that you would win the bicycle nee next Saturday?" "I did." "Well, put up your money in Frank Caldwell's hands." Young Everett did so. The hotel keeper covered it and the grocer's son placed the roll in his pocket. "You won't be one, two, three with Joe Masterson," the man "What I have is liable to be wrested from me at any-but, no, said as he went away. not now, after what has happened to-night." "We'll see about that," Don retorted with a laugh. "Joe Masterson will claim it-if that is what you mean." At this j uocture two forms turned the corner and almost in"Tut, tut, my boy. Say no more about it. Be careful how you talk, too." Don Everett did not sleep very well that night. Strive as he might, he could not shake the thoughts of the ad ventures of the night from his mind, and shortly after daybreak he .. up and went out on the lawn, where a hammock was swung. A cup of coffee settled his nerves somewhat, and then he was ready to face most anything. About nine o'clock he mounted his '-': heel and rode down to the post office, in accordance with his usual custom. In the post office he met Frank Caldwell, who saluted him rather coldly. '':\He hasn't heard what happened to his friend last night," mused the young scoundr. ei. "Well, it will be a long time before stantly ran into the two boys. Don Everett turned as white as a sheet and caught Frank by the arms to keep from falling. And no wonder I Joe Masterson and Jake Leeds stood before him! They could not help noticing the strange actions of the New York boy when he saw them, and Jake approached him and asked him what was the matter with him. He w'as breathing hard and was otherwise much agitated. "I can't understand it," he muttered. "Joe Masterson and Jake Leeds alive and well I What docs it mean, anway? I ll swear they went direct to the in the deep water of the bay!" The problem was more than he could solve, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead. \ ,I ... I 1 .


BRA VE AND BOLD By a powerful effort he partly teg'.!ined his cGftlptilsure and mounted his agairl. for hoinl' of Nagle hi! toe!e. He feltlld the yOllllg' villain seated bf\ the potch srtl'oklng a big cigii.t and atiparetH!y 1>1ijoyih[S tile fr<.' h June rrttltning. "Helle, Nagle; he cried. "Hello!" was the retort as Nagle to his 'feet. tht ftlntlet ,\ i'th yo\.1? You fool< as. tflough yeu had seeH a ".I ..nave i::een werse than thA't,"' \Vas heafse rejt;Jind-er. Tlien in a \hisper he added: He did not have time to ride his wheel until aftet SUllflc!r, and then, in the company of half a d0zen club membets, he took a sp:in ove{ the ceutse tlle races were to be run on. There were to be three epefl raceS-'a ene, two and fivl!-tnilt the teSl of the w -efl! confined strictly to residehts of Blueville. 'ruesday night Jee went down to lhe grocery afid mtl!ted hif!Jsell. ill all thtee of the open races arltl irt the mile away _race for the championship of the village. The following night he found that Don Everett had entut!d in "I have seen Joe lVIastcrson am!. Jake Leeds! They are both every !'llct! that he hat!, with the of the five-mile. alive and as well as you or I!" Nagle laughed. "You ha v c got it bad," said he. "Come 111 the house. A good This seemed rathe. r curfous .to our young friend, lmt he !i9on Clrove it from his rnii1d. So watchful was JCl<:! duri_ng the we _ek. thl,lt Evetett and Nagle drink of whiske_ y will settle your n erves. Come! not another did not have a ghost of a chance to Jure him to the haurtted word till yoli hav_ e 'swallowed it.'' Don followed him to the neatly-furnish.ed front room and down the of whiskey that was handed to him. A sil,!h of relief .escaped his lips as the fiery fluid ccJursed through his veins. you feel better/' observed Nagle as the color came back_ to Don1s chl:'eks "Yes, I am all right now." "Well. now tell me why you talked at random whl:'n yml came in the gate." "I did not talk at rat1dom. Joe Masterson and Jake Leeds were standing on the post office corner talking \\ 'ith frank Caldwell abou the race next Saturday but a minutes ago1 and it is quite likely the y are there yet." Nagle's face turned pale. "Do yolt mean 'this?'' he questioned. "I do. I was talking to them myself.'' "How-how were they sa\'ed ?" cried the puzzled Nagle as he poured out a of liquor for himself and drallk it at' a gulp. 'That is a mystery." "\V ell, if ate 11ot dead they \Viii die before the week is out. \\e ,, ill lute! them to haunted hc;mse !" CHAPTER xm. THE li!LUEVILLE ROAD RACE, Neither Joe nor Jake L.eeds said of th "Md\v muth bf l'hy li!Ofley have you got that I gave to you to saYe fot me?" "Thirty-four dollars." "Give it to me, will you?" "What do you want with it?'' ', "I'r11 going rn .give it to Joe to saYe 'for me till 1 gtt enoug'h,so's he can send for the bicyde."


16 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Land ftke alive!" "Thunderation I" chimed in the old man. Mrs. Edwards, without another word, went upstairs and a few minutes later came down with the money. She handed it to Bill, who in turn passed it over to our hero, with the words: "Here, Joe, keep this for me. I'll give you some every week till I get enough for the wheel. It's real kind of you to get it for me at the agent's price." "Well, I swan!" As Mrs. Edwards uttered this exclamation she wiped a tear from her eye. "Jim," said she, turning to her husband, "do you know that this makin' -up between Bill and Joe here has done me good? I feel happier than I have in many a day. I used to be down on them pesky bicycles but I am goin' to help Bill to get one, even if I have to live on salt pork and rye flour all winter!" Out of the room she flounced and made a second journey to the upper portion of the house. When she came down she had a woollen stocking in her hand I "Here, Joe," she said in a husky voice, 'just see how much money there is in that." Much surprised, the boy dumped the contents of the s tocking on the table. He soon counted out ten dollars and forty cents. "How much does that make, along with what Bill gave you?''. she queried. "Forty-four dollars and forty cents," promptly replied our hero. "How much more does he want to get the wheel?" "Five dollars and sixty cents." "Mebbe I could borry that much from Caldwell, ther store keeper," spoke up the old man, rising to his feet. If some one had discharged a gun in the room his three hearers could not have been more astonished. Jim Edwards talk like that I It seemed impossible . Joe now arose from the table, the forty-four dollars and forty cents in his hand. "On6 minute, please," he said to Edwards, who was .just going to say something. "Bill, what are the specifications you would like to have on your bicycle?" "Just like yours, only a seventy gear instead of a seventyseven." "Bill, I'll make ;ou a present' of the balance of the money and order the w'heel 1by the next mail!" .As our hero uttered these woras the entire-:;:;:: J'Vfuds family burst into tears. "You are the best fellow that ever lived," blurted out Bill "Ain't this done me : good, though-ain't this done m:e good!" cried Mrs. Edwards as she flung herself in a rocker. It was the happiest moment Joe Masterson had ever experi enced since he had been washed ashore from the wreck. "The next mail leaves at one o clock," sa id he, "so I'll ride right over to the post office and send the order for the whe eL" A s he left the house he heard the old man say: "Old gal, you said this here makin' up business between out boy and Joe had made you feel good. Well, it ain't only made me feel good, but it has sorter learned me a lesson. I ain't never goin' to touch another drop of liquor and I'm goin' to save my money and buy onP. of them double bicycles, so's you and me can go out ridin' once in a while!" Joe lost no time in riding to the post office, and when the mail went out it carried the money order to pay for Bill Edwards' bicycle. CHAPTER XIV. D 0 N EV E RE T T L 0 S E S "Well, what do you think of my chances this afternoon?" "I don't know, I am sure." "\Vhat! Don't know? You want to see me win, don't you?" There was a time when I wanted to see you win, but I've sorter changed my mind to-day." The speaker were Don Everett and Bill Edwards. The former dismounted from his wheel at the crossroads when he saw the ungainly form of the fisherboy coming. "What! Bill, have you gone back on me entirely? I thought you hated the young upstart of a Joe Masterson?" "I did-I mean I thought I did-but to-day I have found that I like him, instead of hating him." The face of Don darkened. "You know what you partly agreed to do to him," he whis in a hoarse tone. "Partly, yes; but I didn't do it, just the same. And I want to tell you, Don Everett, that I would die before I would do it now." Bill became so excited when he said this that he shook his fist in Don's face. A devilish gleam came in the eyes of the loung member of the gang of counterfeiters. He looked on all sides of him to make sure that no one was approaching, and then, placing his bicycle again s t a fence rail, pulled an ugly-looking dagger from his pocket. "You are a fool, Bill Edwards, he hissed, "and I am going to kill you before you get us both into trouble!" He expected to see Bill cower down and beg for mercy, but no such thing happened. Instead the fisherboy stepped back a couple 'Of paces and whipped out a brand-new revolver from his pocket "Put up yq_ur k,nife, Don Everett!" he said calmly. "This is the pistol you gave me to kill Joe Masterson with, and you said it was warranted never to miss fire. When I brought it back and told you I would not do the job, but would never men tion what passed between us, you told me to keep it, as it might come in handy some day. Well, that day has come If you don't do exactly as I say now I'll see how close I can come to. your heart"!''


BRA VE AND BOLD. If ever Don Everett was surprised in his life he was at this mome nt. He had really intended to murder the boy, whom he took to be an ignorant coward, but when the revolver flashed up on him and the ominous words rang out he was almost struck dumb. F:or the space of five seconds he s tood still in his tracks Then the dagger s l owly went ba c k in his pocket. Bill lowered his revolver, <1nd as he did so Don grabbed his bicycle, lifted it out in the road and mounted it. "Don' t say anything abo ut what has happened between us," he called to hi s conqueror. "I won't," retorted Bill, "because I'd be ashamed to have Joe Masterson know that I was ever io a plot to take his lifo." Everett soon di sap peared from sight, and Bill, after placing hi s revolver back in hi s pocket walked on in the direction of the post office. Several members of the bicycle club were congregated here, among whom was Joe Masterson. The moment our hero saw Bill he walked over to him. "The money and order for your bicycle are on their way to New York," he said. "Thank you," retorted Bill. "I'll never forget yiour kindness, Joe. " I am going to propose you as a member of our club at the next meeting." Will you ?1 and Bill showed how glad he would be if he could only-call hims elf one of the Bicycle Boys of Blueville. "Certainly I will, and you will go through, too." "I hope so Joe was now called by the managers of the race and Bill was left to his own reflections. The first to be run off was a novice race, which was won with e ase by Frank Caldwell. Next came the one-mile open-half a mile out over the mac adamized road and back. Don Everett, in his racing costume, showed up just in time for the s tart. He, Joe and the young f e llow who made the best showing at the Juniper r aces were the only entries. The P

BRAVE AND But he kep( tight on j W'St the same, and pres;entlr. in sight of a house : Bi11 _made his way out to the road, but saw no signs ot the in dividual he had l1een pursuing. : "It is funny why he ihould ruft Into town like this," he m11sed, "Whe lives here, anyhow? Why, it's the vVidow Nagle!" Sure enough, the house was that, occupied by the Nagles. "Tgne' ss I'll ask Mrs . Nagle if saw the n .igger go by/' re,. \ sun1ed Bill as he entered the gate and approached the door. He suited the action to the word, and received an answer in the negative. ''I'll go and, report this to the stiulre," thought Bil( and he started fhe gro<:ery. When he got there they were just about to start another race. This for rriarr ied men only, ai;d was rather There were but seven married men in Blueville who ow ned wheels, and all of them" we;e e?tered and were on hand, ready for business. The w as suite, whfoh had l;Jeen to t he by an enterprising furniture from a neighbor ing city: Half a mile out and half a mile in was the gro und to be ered, a nd it might'be said that this event was the most interesting of the day to the 'older people of the village. Biil waited to se'e 'siart before 'be' sought Joe or the squire. But he had learned that Joe had won the preceding race hands down. There were enough bciys about to tell. him this without asking. The pistO'l cracked and the married men's was on. In exactly three-twenty-five '! man named Fred fhippinlf crossed the finish line. He was bald-headed, forty and wiry, and \vas well liktt'd by !he con1munity. "The-cheer he got was almost eqlta'I to that recei">ed by Joe: The parlor suite was his, and everybody seemed glad 'bf 0it: The rest of the seven came in one and two at a time, the !ast covering the distance in six min11te3. When the excitement had subsided BiUsought out Joe and told him of how he had foiled the darky and then .failed to catch him. ]be shbok his head. "It seems awful strai1ge that I have so many said he. "Bill, I'll you to look out for ine 1during the rest. of the races. I'll get Jake Leeds and Tom Simmons to tide, along t he cout$e and be on too." "All right," retorted Bm, heartily plea sed his commission "he had received from the "Shall I tell the squire or c ansta bie anything about the darky?" "'Not now. The two-mile r ace is next. Go on down to the turning point." Bili' started off on foot arid our hero got ready. for the race. There were only two to compete in this race, since Don Everet_i had dropped out-Joe artd it promised to be a lively one. .,. : --: ,, ""Everttt hung. st:11tting place. but had no,thing to say. Presently he was joined _by the scoundrel Nagle. jus t came .frnm on hit; wheel, he infortned those \vho inquited. The two had a short, tom:ers ation, duriftg Don ground his teeth m;;lre than onte. When the pistol cracketl the tw-0 riders GJ!f Dbn saitl to his companion : must bP the; hattt'lted will play the wlnd-uP. ih 1\fa sterson's case." Nagle at\d theh pait mingled with the crowd to await the result of the race. f>s WEls expected b : y pearly ever}' or\\'! present, Joe won. But he was scl1eduled to take part in two rates yet, and many .;,eit' ;tft;id b; bctome tlted before he had them. Whei1 it tame time fen the five-111ile event to take place O'ut hero was as fresh as <\ daisy. He had the ill this race, and that \Vas all. Again he won. An obstacle face was the hext, which was. won by a tidet from tiw Club. 1 hen the one-mile straight-away race came. As has beel1 Stated this was for residents of Blueville alone. :When the came Joe was the only one wheel his bicycle up .the sctatch. Don Everett had dropped out, and there wa s no one ih the village who wo,ttld ride against the young champion. After a great deal of dilly-dallying, it was de1;ided that )tie should ride over the ..:ourse against titne. The sta i-tlng point was a outside the village, and the fini s h at the tape ,hich \\las the road in ft.smt of . .... the grocery store. Jge rode the mile, without accident Qr mishap, in 2 :02%. -It was the fastest he liad ever done, and re1Zt'lrd!; wefe smashed ii1tQ 'Altog'ether it was fhe''greates t day Bhieville had ever seith And ]Je Masterson; the r.:rad{ cyclist, wail the him> Qf the lilay. CHAPTER XVI. jOE SA A Gl.Ri."s LlFE. H:a1i an h.out -;n_et the \vhen Joe was riding toward his home, he was suddenly startled by the shriek of a fettiale. .Qh, speed he t\itned _;r oorher )':.1st in time to witl'JC5$ a startling sight. -, , A farmer, an enraged bull and a gitl the a<:torS ilJ .. . girl lying in the center of the mad, with a badly used up wheel near he.r, t_lle bull w as rushing forward tc.l gore her an<.! the to hold the enraged a rope that was tied arou'nd its horns. Joe \Vas_ of_ the sort of. boys who are quiizk to think and quick tci act. He comprehended the: fa

BRA VE AND BOCD. 19 bull would succeed in tearing the life out of the helpless girl with his cruel, sharp horns. Pressing hard upon his pedals, he bore down upon the bull with the speed of a whirlwind. He wore a red sweater, and meant to attract the animal's attention. The next instant something happened that the farmer will remt;mber to his dying day. Joe whizzed close to the bull's nose, striking him a blow between the eyes with his clinched fist as he shot past. With a bellow of rage the animal left the helpless girl and started after him. "No; it's time for him, too," replied the changed housewife. While Joe was thinking the seed oysters at the mouth of Crook Creek came into his mind. He concluded to tell old man Edwards about them and give him a chance to make some money, along with himself and Jake Leeds. In as few words as possible he related how he had located the bed and hired a piece of ground at Bunn's Cove. "Now, you and Bill go in with Jake and I and help us get them up and plant them and we will all make SQlllle money," he added. "I'll do it, by Jove!" was the happy retort. "Great Jupiter! but this has been a great day, and all on account of a bicycle. Of course he stood no show to catch the fleet cyclist, and, letJoe, I'll do just as you say in this matter." ting go the rope, the farmer flew to the girl's assistance and soon "Speakin' of bicycles, Joe, did you order Bill's?" queried Mrs. had her out of harm's way. Edwards. Just then Don Everett came along. His face was very white when he saw the girl It was his step-sister, Agnes Armour. "What is the matter, Agnes?" he asked. "I was very near death, Don," was the trembling reply. "If it had not been for the brave boy who won all the races to-day I would not be alive now." "That's right," spoke up the farmer. "If Joe Masterson had not tum along jist as he did nothin' could have saved the gal. My but I never seed anything like it afore!" Don bit his lips, but said nothing. "Take me home, Don," said Agnes. "Some on e 4will take my wheel to the repair shop for you." By this time quite a crowd had gathered, and it was no trouble to get a man to take charge of the wrecked bicycle. As the trem bJing girl and her step-brother were about to set out for home Joe came riding back. "The bull is corralled in Mr. Brown's yard," he said, "so the danger is all over." "I want to thank you, Mr. Masterson, for saving my life;' cried I .. . Agnes, starting fonyard. But Don pulled her back. "Here is a dollar for you," he said, tossing Joe a bill. "I don't want your money," was the hot rejoinder, and, tipping his hat to the girl, he rode away. When Joe got home he found old Jim Edwards and his wife to be in just as good humor as when he left A good supper was waiting for him, and he noticed that the kitchen presented more of a homelike appearance than it ever had before. "So you won 'em all, eh, Joe?" said the old man, witha smile of' pleasure. "Yes, uncle, I am glad to say I did." "Jim, tell him what you heerd 'em say down at the store," spoke up Mrs. Edwards. "That's so. Joe, they do say as you'll be able to beat the cham pion fellow of the hull country afore the summer is over." Joe shook his head. "I don't expect to get up as high in racing circles as that," he retorted. "Where is Bill? Hasn't he got back yet?" "Yes, ma'am. It ought to be here by Tuesday night." "Good!" "Good!" added, with a nod of pleasure. Joe finished his meal, and still Bill had not showed up. He felt like having a talk with the boy before he went out, so he started in at cleaning his wheel while he was waiting. It was nearly eight o'clock when Bill did come, and then he came in very much excited. Without a word to his father or mother, he ran up to Joe. Placing his mouth close to our hero's ear, he whi .spered: "I saw the nigger again, and I followed him up to where he hangs out!" "What!" "That's right. He went into the old summer house near the haunted house less than an hour ago, and when I got there he was gone!" "Do you really mean it, Bill?" "I can't be mistaken. My eyes are good, as you know." A sudden resolve came over our hero. "Bill," said he, "we will pay a visit the haunted house this very night.''. CHAPTER XVII. BILL DISAPPEARS. The cut to Jake Leeds' house was a short one, and the two boys did not let the grass grow under their feet. Jake was just coming out the gate with his wheel when they got there. "Put that up!" sang out Joe. "I want you to go somewhere on foot." "All right," retorted the big fellow; "I was just coming over to see you. Hello, Bill, I am glad to meet You did a cl act in preventing the unknown darky from upsetting Joe. I want to shake hands with you on the strength of it!" He put out his hand, and Bill showed his pleasure as he shook it. In a low tone our hero related what Bill had seen, and told him of the mission thi:y were on.


20 BRA VE AND BOLD. "Certainly I'll go with you," said Jake. "Wait tlll I put 1ny well have this ready, in case a ghost or a make-believe ihOst wheel in the house." In a few minutes he came out. "Have you fellows got pistols?" he whi>pered. "I have," promptly retorted Bill. "I have one, but it is home, said J oe. "You ought to have brought it." "I suppose I had but I came away in such a hurry that I never thought of it." "You can take spoke up Bill. 'If it becomes necessary to use it you can do more with it than I could "No, you keep it, Bill. It isn t likely we will have to do any shooting : Ghosts can't be hurt with bullets, anyhow ." "Come on," exclaimed Jake Leeds; "we are losing ime here." "Joe has got to take my r-:volver ,'' said Bill, in a dogged tone. "Well, I'll take it. more to please you than anything else," and our hero took tht> weapon and placed it in his hip pocket. "We want to keep quiet ahd not talk too loud," he added as they struck the highway that led past the haunted house. His companions nodded, and but very little c011versation was indulged in during the walk to the near vicinity of their des tination. Ithad been overca s t ever since the surt went down, and the east wind shook the leafy foliage and cau s ed a rustling sound that made the three boys think of September. Though it was the month of June the weather did not feel like it. When they came in sight of the haunted hou s e the first drops of rain began falling. "Ugh!" exclaimed Jake irt a low tone; this is going to be a nasty night." "Just the kind of night for the ghos t s to walk," added Joe, with a light laugh "Don' t talk about gho s t s ," whi pered Bill. hoarsely. "Remem ber we came here to find the s trange nigger-don't forget that." ''All right!" a nd his friend s rea ssured him by patting him on the shoulders. Joe was th e first to crawl through a piece of bro ken fence As might be supp osed. Bill Edwards was the last. His courage was gradually l e aving him, for he wa s jus t super stitious enough to think that the o ld house was r e ally the abode of ghosts and goblin s and that they had been in s trumental enough in the my s t e riou s dis appear a nce of tl ; e d a rky. But, s o mehow. he felt c o mparatively s a f e s o long as he kept close to Joe Ivlasterson and once on the premi ses of the old house he stu c k to him like a l e ech. It was in th e n e ighb o rhood of t e n 111 the evening when th e trio arrived at the place. The rain, once it got s t a rted b e gan to come down steadily, and they all comprehend e d that i f th e y did not seek shelter soon they would bec o m e wet to the s kin in fifteen minut e s time. '''vVe wiJ.I go directly to the s p o t where you last saw the darky," whi s per e d J o e drawi ng his revolver. "I guess I may as does appear." "A good idea," returned Jake, and out came his pistol. 1"' Bill said nothing, but trembled considerably. The noise of the fallina rain a.l,lQWed them to approaah the house without making a that could be heard twenty feet from them. Soon they were in the very shadow of the building a.nd close to the old summer house. Joe was brave as a lion, but somehow he felt a shiver nm down his spine as he surveyed the gloomy-looking place. But nothing daunted, he approached the summu house "Here, Bill," he whispered, in a low tone, "show us exactly where the negro was when he" "He walked right in there," was the reply. "He--" Before he could finish the sentence an unseen hand iiei:i:ed him by the collar and he was whisked through the doorway of th e summer house. With a cry of alarm Jake Leeds sprang back. "What is the matter?" cried Joe, who had not seen the cause of the sudden movement of Bill. "Something yanked him right into the iiummer house," wa the hoarse reply of Jake. Placing his revolver in his left hand Joe itruck a match with the other and approached the doorway of the summer hoiise. A cry of consternation left his lips. Bill was no t there! CHAPTER XVIII. WltAt itAl'PENtfi TO BILL. A s the reader have guessed the negro wa s no other than young Nagle in disguise. It was he who pulled the unsuspecting Bill into the summ e r house, and shot downward on the elevator with him. He had heard the sounds of the boy above, but had not :alcu lated on there being to contend with, so he quickly decided to capture Joe and let the rest go. When he seized Edwards and shot below in the darl;cness he thought sure it was Joe he had. Bill was too frightened to struggle rnuch, so the momeflt the elevator struck the stotte floo1 of the passage Nagle fhma him into the arms of a tnan, \\lho promptly struck him on the head with a sandbag. As limp as a dishrag the boy settled down upon the floor. Nagle shot the elevator up so qllickly that inside of a minute frorn the time he had dragged Bill upon it the thing was in lts former place Don Everett stood behind the man who had rendered Bill un con s cious, and the moment Nagle gave the siinal thit everything was all right he flashed a light upon the scene. As his eyes rested Upon the pallid fa\:e of their viciim he uttered a cry of disiust. .. I II l .1 .... I I il .. ) ... I


BRA VE AND BOLD. 2I isn't -Masterson!" he cried; "it's that fool of a Bill Edwards!" "What!" exclaimed Nagle; "could I have made a mistake like that?" "Good!" exclaim ed Don; "we will leave him here on the beach _then. Your scheme was not so good, after all." "No; I had no idea that father would look at the thing the way he did." "You could, and have, it seems." "Don't talk so loud, cautioned the man hear you." The iron door was opened and the villainous pair passed ont ''Those above might into the foul-smelling cave, dragging the unconscious Bill with them. Without another word the three picked up Bill and conducted The outside of the door was neatly covered by a s lab of stone .of h i m along the passage and into the counterfeiters' den. the exact kind that lined the back wall of the cave, and when "vVhat have you h e re?" demande d Nagle's father, coming closed no one would imagin e that there was such a thing as a forward. door there. Evidently he had nothing of what the b oys were up to Out upon the sandy beach of the bay they pulled Bill, _and left "It js -a fellow we want to get rid of," replied Nagle. him with hi s pale face upturned and the drizzling rain pouring "Th e one Everett is so anxious to see disposed of?" "No; l thought it was him when I nabbed this fellow. Masterson was right there by the summer house, though, when I }J.auled this blockhead m. I don't see how I could have made such a mi s take." "Mistake!" cried the captain; "you have made the biggest mis takeof your life I Do you mean to say you hauled this boy u o n the elevator when hi s friend was outside?" "There were two others there," answered Nagle, a little frightened at the way hi s father spoke. "Do you want to ruin our business and have us all go to Trenton prison?" "No, nol" "Then take the boy out at once before he comes to. You ought to know that those who were with him will go back to Blueville and bring a crowd here who will tear the building down in their efforts to find him. Away with him at once l Drop him on the road somewhere, and be sure you do no harm to him." "Wnich way s hall \Ve go out?" As Nagle asked lhfs question h e turned to Don, and the two picked up the unconscieus form. "Not by the way you came in, by any 111i:ans," retorted his fath er .... "Take the Jong passage." The man who had assisted the m quickly ran to a corner of the c e llar and seizing a ring pulled a small door open. ''Inwith he said. Don Everett had no id ea where he was goillg, but he did not hesitate to help drag Bil! into the passage Once they were through, the door closed with a thud and they were in total darkness -come o n1 whispered Nagle. I have been here before \Ve can't get l os t for the passage too narrow for that: Ort t hey went for about five hundred feet, dragging their burden along as though he had been a sac k of grain. At length they came to an iron door, and Nagle lighted a match. "This pa ssage i s su pp osed to have been built in the time of the 'revolution," h e said. "It pa sses c;lean under the strip of woods In rear of the house, and here we are at the beach," upon him The two scoundrels had barely got back into the pa ssa ge when he came to. .The fre s h air and falling rain worked wonders for him. Much dazed he struggled to a sitting posture. It took him so me time to regain his faculties, and whe1;1 he did so he ejaculated; "Thunder!" Then he felt of hi s aching head and got upon his feet. "Where am I ?" he gasped, and then remembering who had been with him, he began shouting with all hi s might: "Joe! Jake! Hey, J oe!" CHAPTER XIX. A W E E K 0 F P E AC E "Bill has gone!" It was Joe Masterson who spoke. "I-I-I can't see," sputtered Jake Leeds as the match flickered <:nd went out. Onr hero promptly struck another. Then, with white faces and staring eyes, the pair peered into the summer hou se. It was certainly devoid of a human being. With Joe in the lead they investigated every inch of the ground surrounding the summer house. The bushes were trampled down and pulled aside, but with no avail. After this they made a complete circuit of the house. But the r esult was ihe same-Bill could not be found. At len_gth the two. boy s pau se d beneath an apple tree. At this junct. ure they heard a faint cry. Both listened. As if to be assistance !o them the storm lulled for a few seconds. Then they heard the voice of Bill Edwards calling their names. He was a considerable distance off by the sound of his voice, but that was nothing. Joe and Jake started off like a whirlwind the instant they had located the direction the cries came from. "He's in the woods!" exclaimed Jake:.


BRA VE AND BOLD. I "Yes," and his friend nodded. But they passed through the strip of woods at the rear of the house and came upon the beach without finding the missing boy. "Bill! Bill!" called out Joe; "where are you?" A cry of delight was the answer, and Edwards came running toward them. "Here I am!" he yelled The next moment the two boys came face to face with the missing Bill.' They seized him as though he had been a very valuable piece of stolen property just returned. "Where have you been?" demanded our hero. "I dunno!" was Bill's reply "What happened to you?" Jake queried. "I dunno," repeated Bill. "You don't know where you have been or what happened to you ?" asked Joe. "No.H "How is that?" "The ghosts got me and put me to sleep. I thought I was gone, I did." "Then you don't know where you went when we were standing in front of the summer house at the haunted house?" "No; all I know is that something grabbed me and started into the grave with me. I went down into the ground and then something made me go to sleep Do you know," and the fisherboy lowered his voice, "I think it was the ghosts that got hold of me." "Pshaw!" cried Joe. "I see it all now. "Some one grabbed you just as you reached the door of the summer house; you fainted, and they carried you off here. That's the kind of ghosts they are." "They are ghosts, all right," and Bill nodded in a dogged manner. "So you can't tell us how you got here, so far away from the house?" "I couldn't if I tried ever so hard. Joe, if I ever told you the truth I am doing it now." "Let's get away from here," spoke up Jake. "I have had enough of the haunted house for one night." "Yes eagerly exclaimed Bill; "don't go back there Completely nonplused our hero followed the two boys along the beach. That night Joe slept little, and Bill only retired to dream of &hosts and goblins. Joe did not go out with his bicycle much for several days. On Monday the fis hing was excellent, and as there was a large demand for them he had all he could do. Tuesday night Bill's bicycle arrived, and there was great re joicing in the Edwards household. Bill had promised Joe to say nothing of what had occurred on the night they paid a the haunted house, and he faithfully kept his word. As Bill was clumsy it took him some time to learn, but by Thursday evening he was able to ride up to the post office and back. On Friday old man Edwards got the privilege of using the boat belonging to Jake Leeds' father for a few days, and that night he, Bill, Joe and Jake paid a visit to the bed of the natural growth oysters. A fair trial satisfied all hands that there was a "mint of money" there, as they termed it, and a plan was laid out to work the bed for all it was worth. f Three oyster skiffs were to be brought into play, and when these were loaded, together with the sailboat, they were to take the oysters over to Bunn s Cove and scatter them on the ground Joe had hired. On Monday they were to start at the business There were no races scheduled to take place on Saturday, so Joe worked hard the entire day. That night he received a daintily-perfumed envelope at the post office. Tearing it open, he found the following inside: "Miss Agnes Armour requests the pleasure of your c o mpany at her residence, Blueville, N cw J crsey, on June 29th, in honor of her seventeenth birthday." Joe was filled with pleasure. It was Don Everett's step-sister who had invited him to her birthday party, but he meant to go, just. the same. CHAPTER XX. PLANTING OYSTERS. Just because Don Everett is down on me is no reason why I shouldn t attend the birthday party of his step-si ster," Joe Mas ters o n r e a s oned. "In my opinion she is, by far, the prettiest girl in Blueville." But the party was several days off, and Joe had considerable work to do b e fore that time. Old man Edwards was anxious to get at the see d oys ters, so arrangements were made to rake up the first lot at low water on Monday night. The four now interested in the scheme were Joe, Jake Leeds, Bill Edwards and his father. The catch of fish was a pretty large one on Monday, so our friends were forced to work pretty hard. Con s equently when night came they were tired. But n o t so tired that they had no desire to board the trim little sailboat at eight o'clock and start out. As might be supposed, an examination was made to make sure that there were no stowaways on the boat. The former experi ence of and Jake was enough to cause them to be on their guard. Bill and his father knew nothing of it, and just at present they did not think it advisable to tell them. The oysters were so plentiful that before the tide had risen to half its usual height the skiffs were loaded. "My!" exclaimed old man Edwards, "but this is the greatest thing I ever saw I A few more nights like this aud we will have laid the foundation for a fortune." "What time is it?" Jake. "A quarter to two." "Two of us can crawl up forward and take a nap, then. We won't dare to do any work in the cove till it is daylight." "That's so," nodded Joe. "Jake, you and uncle can turn in; Bill and I will sail the boat." The breeze had freshened a bit by this time and the run to Bunn's Cove was soon made. Joe knew exactly where the ground he had hired was located. He knew this by the arrangement of the hickory stakes that showed the boundary lim :s. Gradually it began to lighten in the east, and presently the red glow of the sun could be seen. Our hero roused Bill, who had dropped off in a doze. Then he called to Jake and the old man that it was time to go to work. A few minutes later they were ready to scatter the seed on the oyster ground. ,J


---BRA VE AND BOLD. They had sc:ircely begun when a glided up an'1 a rtlan in the bow called out: 'What ate you doin' ''Planting oysters," was Joe's reply. "\Vh6 are y b u ?'; Mastetsott.'' Oh, you are the young fellow from Bluevillc who leased that grnund fpr three years, are yoi1 ?" "Well, L'm the watchnmn. It's my dllty to see that everything i s done right in the hay. Young fellow, you nl!edn't be afraid of Y.our_ oysters beiPg 50. long as I holtl my job." "Thank you telorted our. hero. "Where did you get yollr seed?" queried the watchman, as his boat hove to very near to them. "Il cafne 'way up from Newark Bay," said Jim Ed,vards, telling a Jje. "It' s pretty high, aln'! il ?" 'Yes, rather." ee' -some of it, will you?" Not wishing to refuse the man's reqitest, which is a common one -ari1ong oysternien,. Joe tossed half a shovt!lfol of the seed aboard his boat. "lVLy !'' excl;;imed the watchman, as he took some of the yollng bivalves in his -hand ; 'that's the prettiest stuff I've seen in many a year! But you didn't get it from Newark Bay, though; the fe!Jow you .bought it of might have told you so, but no such seed as that grews there, young feller, if I kno\v anything aboi_tt it. Y have your oysters ready to sell by two years from this fall. How many busliels are you goin' to put do,vn ?" "From six hundred to a tliousand." wis h I knew where you got that seed." No one made a l't:ply, so the watchman gave an order to the boy who sat steering -and the boat w@nt on. A s he went on up the bay the man muttered: I d give .a good deal to know where that seed came from! It's the best I ever saw! I'd to have about a hundred lmshels of it to plant for myself, and if it didn't cost more than seventy cents-a bushel, l've j usl got money enough. Ftmny they didn't want t o say much about it." Our friends soon scattered their catch of the night before ovt'r the grounds and lined it off by fhe stakes where !hey were to begin .the next time. Then they set sail for home, a11d the wind being favorable, they soon got there. Of course none of them felt like working that his ears. He heard st!ed oysters mentioned in connection with the sailhoaf Etnma ffom Blueville. One of the men happened to be the oyster watchman, and he was telling of the extra qua'lity of the seed our four friends !fad planted thRt morning. Don pricked up his ears. He knew something aboqt the oysters himself, and he was anxious to hear what was being said abou r them. '"I'd giYe a ten-dollar bill to know wh ere to g<;.t some seed just like 'em," he heard tlie man say. hesitated a moment, and then, walkirtg over to said :


24 BRA VE AND BOLD. "I should like to speak with you privately for a dtoment." "All right," was the reply. "I don't know you, but I'm willing to be acquainted with you." Don walked out of the saloon and the man followed. When they were out of the hearing of the rest Don cleared his throat. "You said you were anxious to know where the seed oysters came from that you saw on the sailboat Emma this morning?" "I did say that-and I mearr it, too." "Well, I happen to know where they came from." "You do?" "Yes, sir." "Well, prove it to me that more can be got like what I saw and the ten dollars are yours." "I don't want your money, my friend. You just promise to do something for me some time and I'll tell you." "Go ahead; I'll promise." "The seed oysters lie at the bottom of the bay near the mouth of Crook Creek." "They do?" "Yes. I saw two fellows from Blueville catching them there." "When?" "One night about a week ago." "You did, hey? By Jove I.. w.onder if they don't know it is against the law to work on oyster grou'nds in the darkness of the night!" "They know it, of course, but they are both the sort of young fellows who care nothing about the law. Now, in return for the information I have give n you, I want you to watch the Emma, and the next time she anchors at the mouth of Crook Creek arrest those on board of her when they go to wo_rk at the oysters." "I'll attend to it, sure." "i\nd you mustn't, under any consideration, bring my name in it," continued "No. What is your name, anyhow?" Don handed him his card. After reading it, the watchman placed it in his pocket. "I'll do exactly a$ you say, yQung feller," he said, "and I'm much obliged to you for the information." 'that is all right. About how long will they be sent up, if conyicted ?" "Not less than three years." "I wish the penalty was hanging!" exclaimed Everett, vm dictively. The watchman looked at him curiously but said nothing. "You go on and do the thing up properly, and you'll always find me to be a friend to you," added Don. "YOU had better go pretty well armed, for Joe Masterson and his crowd are des perate characters." "If they don't surrender they'll get shot dead. I'm a cleputy y _ou know.''. "Good! Well, I'll go on now. The chances are they will be there to-night. So long!" "So long, young fellow." _pon Everett rode away, thinking he had done a very smart tl:iing, but if he had known the thoughts of the watchman he would have changed his mind. XXII. THE POISONED WINE. Joe and his companions did not go out in the Emma that night. They concluded to make trips to the creek about three nights in the week, as they could not stand it to be up all night any oftener than that. But the next night they went down and repeated their perform ance of Monday night, no one interfering with them. They saw the watchman, too, when they were throwing the seed out. He even came aboard, in fact, and made hims elf v.e.ry Wendly. Old man Edwards had his doubts about it being against the law to take up seed from natural bt:ds in the night, so in a casual, off handed way he the watchman about it. "A feller can work all day and all night, too, if he wants to, so long as he ain't on any grounds that are staked out,'' he said. "The law only pertains to grounds owned by resident individuals of the State." Then, turning to our hero, he added: "I know you don't get this seed irom Newark Bay. You catch it yourselves somewhere around here, don t you?" "Yes," returned Joe, "and not many miles from here, either." "Will you me a hundrep baskets at seventy cents a basket?" "Aftt:r we get our piece oiground planted I'll tell you just' where you can catch it, and all it will cost you is the lab o r." "I know just where you catch it. I've kinder taken a notion to you people, and I want to give you a chance to make some thing off your discovery." "You know where we catch the seed!" exclaimed our four friends in a breath. "Yes; up at the mouth of Crook Creek.'' .A look of consternation came over the faces of Joe and his companions. "You are right," the champion bicycl e rider at l e n gth said. "Well, you have as much right to the seed as we have. It i s public properly, you know." "I know that," was the retort. "But I can t hold the job of watchman of these grounds and attend to catching the oysters at the same time." "Who. told you where we got .the seed?" Jake Leeds ventured to ask. "A yom1g fellow from Blueville, who I set down to be ii before I had talked five with .. "Do you kriow his name?" "Yes. Don Everett." "Whew!" cried Jo. e and Jike simultaneously. "I wonder how he knew it?'" adde d Bill. "He didn't tell me how he knew it," answered the watchman. "But, as I said before, I put him down as a scoundrel, and terday afternoon I took a over to Blueville to see if I could find out what kind of a feller he was. "I found that he bore a pretty good character, as far as the viIJage people knew, but on my way back I saw and h eard S'ome thing that cominced me that I was right when I thought he was a "What did you learn?" questioned Joe, who was very much. interested. "When you go to a certain birthday party a few nights from now, don't you drink anything away from the table-no matter who offers it to you! Will you do as I say?" "Yes," answered the mystified boy. "Well, don t ask me anything further now. I'll see you alone some time and tell you all about it. I came aboard your boat on purpose to tell you this." "Thank you," was all Joe could say. "And," resumed the man, "let me advise you to let your nets take care of themselves for a week or two, and you get at the


BRA VE AND BOLD. seed every day that is fit to work There is money in that bed of n atural growths y o u have struck." W will tak e that advice, too, said our hero, after a moment's thou g ht. "Yes-yes," exclaimed old man Edwards, nodding his bead vigorou s ly. 'IJl meet you at Crook Creek to-morrow morning, then. I want to sound the bed, and I don't want to go there if you ain't there." I W e 'll be the re." -''So l ong, then. Don't forget what I told you." ... won 't" \: I am a friend to you, just as sure as I am Dave Jones, the depu t y sheriff ".Thank you Mr. Jones." On the w a y home our hero had little to say. He was too much en g ro ss ed in t hinking of what Dave Jones had told him That the watchman was sincere in what he had said he had not t he least doubt. Once he came to the conclusion that he would not attend the birthday-party; but when the pretty face of Agnes Armour came befor e him he changed his mind and resolved to go at all hazards. Afte r t h e y had moored the boat in her proper place Jake Leeds whi s p ered t o Joe and said: "I'm pret ty sure that Don Everett had something to do with t he attemp t o n our lives at Crook Creek now." 'So am I." "Hadn' t we b etter have him arrested on suspicion?" "No; n o t just y e t." Don t you think Everett had something to do with Bill's adventu-;.e at the haunted house, too?" I can t say about that." "Well, I do." The two friends parted and went to their respective homes. The next day a storm set in early in the morning, so the yo un g oy s er plant e rs could not resume their work. The s t o rm c o n ti nu e d until th e night the birthday party was to tak e J?lace, and just clear e d in time for those invited to get ready to attend. J o e had been unable to see Dave Jones to learn anything fur t h e r fr o m him i bu t he got ready to go to the party Why t he d e puty s h e riff had spoken the way he did was simply this: On his return trip from Blueville he saw a broken buggy at the ro a d s ide. Two men were endeavoring to right it up; one an elderly one and t h e other a mere boy Th .latter was Don Everett, and the watchman recognized him a a glance. Th e other was his father, and as J o nes neared them he heard the name of J o e Masterson mentioned. H e crept in o the bushes nearby and heard a dastardly plot upo n our. hero s lif e conc o ct ed. H e a lso he ard something else, which related to the counter feiters The villainous father and son were not wise in talking as they did. but th e y had no idea of any one being around. The plot again s t Joe's life was that pretty Agnes Armo,ur was to hand him a glas s of wine and ask him to drink to her health. The wine was to contain a deadly poison, and no one was to be in the secret save Don Everett and his father. Dave J o nes was a shrewd man. He saw a way to make money and a name for himself by investigating the matter relating to the counterfeiters, who, he had heard, were operating in the vicinity. But to the birthday party. Joe. went and was wa,rrnly received by the beautiful young Hostess. Nagle was present, and he came up and offered his hand, saying: "Joe, I am sorry I ever did anything against yotL Shake hands and let's be friends." Joe took his hand, as there was nothing else for him to do just then. But he did not believe the boy wa? sincere, just the A few minutes later Don came U!Jl and asked his forgiveness. Much surprised, our hero treated him the same as he had done Nagle. While the three boys were talking pretty Agnes Armour came up with a glass of wine in her hand. "Mr. Masterson," said she, smiling sweetly, "I am seventeen years old to-daf,. Won't you please drink to my health, as the rest have done?' Forgetful of what the oyster watchman had told him, Joe took the glass. "Certainly!" he said. "Here's health and happiness to you, Miss Armour!" He raised the glass to his lips! CHARTER XXIII. THE DEA TH OP' MRS. EVERETT, As Joe Masterson raised the glass of wine to bis Ups hls e,es happened to turn upon those of Don Everett. As he gazed into their depths he saw that they were filled with a devilish gleam Then Joe hesitated, and like a flash the deputy sheriff's warning came to him. "I-I don't think I will drink this wine, Miss Armour, he stammeted, handing the glass back to the fair young girl. Don saw his sis ter take the glass with an air that showed she was puzzled over Joe's refusal to drink from it, and then, with a muttered curse on his lips, he stalked away in search of his father to tell him how the last plot had failed. Our hero's face was very pale when he saw the girl place the glass of wine on a tray on the table. It seemed hardly possible that the wine could be poisoned, but the watchman of the oys ter beds had told him not to accept a drink from any one at the birthday party And Joe wa s going to follow his instruction, now that he remembered it. Like one in a dream Joe stood there, his back against the door frame. He saw Agnes place the glass on the tray, and the moment she had done so her mother stepped over to it. "Pooh!" exclaimed the woman; what nonsense 1 Afraid to drink a glass of fine. mild port." B e fore Joe knew what she had done Agnes' mother had placed the glass to her lips and dr' ained its contents. "1-1 am sick," he faltered. "I think I shall go home. I hope you will excuse me, Miss Armour." "Certainly was the reply, in a tone of sympathy. "I am so sorry you are ill, Mr. Masterson. Y du shall ride home in our carriage." "No! no! Walking will be better for me. I'll--,. At this juncture Mrs. Everett gave a hysterical shriek and fell to the floor.


BRA VE AND BOLD. In a moment the 11uests were filled with consternation, and a physician was hastily summoned. She was dead before he arrivedJ and after a slight examinati o n he declared her to be a victim of heart disease. There were two people pre sent who were absolutely stunned at the untimely death of Mrs Evei:ett. One was her husband and the other Joe. The fQrrner knew that the wiue was poisoned and the lat ter felt that such was the case. The g\1ests took their departure from the house in a hushed manner. Joe d'cl not feel anything like his old self till he got home. "What's the matter, Joe?" queried Mrs. Edward$. "You did not stay long at the party. "No," replied the boy. "The party was brought to a sudden end by the death of Mrs. Everett." "What!" "Mrs, Everett dead!''. Jim Edwards. Why, I shouldn't think they would have had a party when she was sick" "She was not sick at all. She died in an instant. Heart di s ease, the doctor said." After a few minutes further conversation on the subject the boy sought hi s room But it was little sleep he got that night. His mind was in such a state of worriment that he could not sfeep. The next day being a fine one, t he E-nttna sa iled down to Crook -Creek, and our four friends s tarted in at taking up the young oysters in earnest. Shortly after they began work Dave Jones, the deputy sheriff, cam e aiong with his boat. . . The" news of the sudden derriise o'f Everett had reached Bunn's Cove before he left, and it was the first he spoke 6f' W41en he savdoe. "Tell me how it happened? he said, as he boarded the Emma and led the way to the bow. "I refused a glass of wine and he drank it and died, said our hero, in a whisper "Ah! Well, we have evidenc;e e no\tgb t o bang b.otl1 Everett and his son. Do you know one thir1g? l hav-e given np 111y job as watchma11 and I am now going to devote my time be.tween this bed of natural and the Everetts and their a l knpw sometl1i11g that will s tar\le the wh,0le State it come s out. I find that I was cut 0\1\ for a detectlv .e, and I arp goi11g to follow tP,at profession now." The deputy dre\v himself t i p proudly as he s poke the words. "Don't say anything a\/011t what yo1,1 know ," he added "As soon as the foneral is over I want to make arra1)gements with you to go.out witlj me some night. Will you do it? "Certa;nly I will," retorted Joe, who had taken a strong liking for the man. :..\11 right then. N0w for the oysters." All hands worked 1:!11rd day and threw \he out in the cove It was the way. the ne,,t, but as the f4neral of 11r s Everett took pl'ace pn the day following. they did not go to work. According to the custom of country folks, almost eve-ry one at the $Olemn seryice,;, which took place in tbe little. old fashioned church of the village. On the s ame day of tbe foneral the grief-stricken Agnes Armour went to live with her aunt in New York. Don Ev1:rett and his fathel'. gave up the handsome cottage, so ld the furniture it contained and went to board with the Nagles. For some reason or other Joe and. Da,e Jones did not go out '. together for several days The oyster business wa! so enticing that they stuck right to it On the third day of July they had pretty' well cleaned the natural beds of the lu scious young bivalves Dave J ones had been taken in as a partner, and hi s grounds had been thoroughly plant

BRA VE AND BOLD. When the race was about to be started it was estimated that over three hundred dollars would change hands when it was over. A two-mile race was just what Joe liked. He had beaten the Juniper champion twice before, and he re6olved to do it again. There were but three other contestants in the race and when the first mile had been covered they were so far behind as to be virtually out of it. The Juniper favorite led the way around the "stake-boy" by half a dozen lengths. "Go it, Joe I" sang out Bill Edwards. "I'll stake my life that you will win !" "I'll try hard to do it," answered our hero, as he bent to his work. Like a shot he glided ahead and won by three lengths. For the third time Juniper had suffered defeat at the hands of the champion of the Bicycle Boys of Blueville. A couple of stalwart fis h erme n picked up the victorious racer and carried him to his dressing room on their s houlders While the cheering was going on the enthusiastic citizens who had charge of the village cannon began firing it. Don Everett and Nagle darted among these, and the latte.r as s_isted in the loading of the piece. In order to make a loud report they had been pounding grass and leaves into the cannon till they almost stuck out at the muzzle. Though no scheme had been devised to do harm to Joe at this stage of the game, Nugle saw a way to put an end to his ex istence. The dressing room Joe had been carried to was on the top floor of the building occupied by Caldwell, the grocer. The cannon was in the little square in front of the window of the little room. Nagle knew all this, and when the powder had been put in the cannon for another salute he contrived to thrust two stones of the size of a goose egg into the cannon along with a handful of grass and leaves He put the rammer in and pounded them down well. Then some more grass was put in, and the man in charge got ready to fire. Just as he got ready to apply the match, the villain Nagle swung the muzzle of the cannon around so it pointed directly at the window of the dressing room. Thinking he had done this so the grass would not hit any of the crowd, the gunner applied the match Boom The report was the loudest the piece had given out that day and true to Nagle's calculations the stones whirled through the window of the dressing room. Joe was reclining on a sofa at the time, and Frank Caldwell was rubbing his legs vigorously. When the cannon went off it seemed as though the building was collapsing. A mass of plaster fell upon them and the room \vas filled with dust. But they were not hurt. Once mor e Joe Masterson had escaped death by a miracle. No one outside knew what had happened until the two boys came rushing downstairs. The man in charge of the cannon admitted to having put some clay in the piece along with the grass, and to this the cause of the damage done to the building was attributed. Grocer Caldwell was very indignant, and he was joined by sev eral citizens in denouncing the gunner for his carelessness. The result was that the cann o n was moved to a large vacant lot, and Nagle received no blame whatever. He was th a nkful for getting off so easy, but he was mad be cause his scheme had not worked. "Never mind," he said, after he had told Don Everett what he had done, "the bridge will fix him, anyhow. That can't fail, even if he has got as many lives as a cat." Don 's eyes twinkled dangerously. "You are right," he said. Joe soon recovered from the shock his narrow escape had given him and got ready for the last and greatest race of the day. The five mile course was the same as that used before, and passed the haunted house. Right near the weed-covered property was a wooden bridge, which spanned a brook that flowed through a narrow strip 0 woods and emptied into the bay. The bridge was not in the best of condition, but it was con sidered p erfect ly safe by those who used it. Don and Nagle had arranged with one of the members of the gang 10 counterfeiters to have the two middle planks of the bridge to give way just as Joe Masterson approached it on his wheel. Of course, those close behind would have to suffer also, but what cared they so long as they brought defeat, and perhaps death, to the boy they hated. The lives of others were no consideration whatever to them. Being an ingenious sort of a villain, the couqterfeiter had arranged it so that a kick with his foot against a flimsy support would cause the two planks to drop. Then he would sneak off into a den s e growth of elders and make his way to the haunted house. It was understood that Don was to make a spurt and cross the bridge ahead of Joe and the moment he was safely across the planks were to drop The counterfeiter guaranteed that he would make no mistake, and he did not .CHAPTER XXV. THE BRIDGE. When the pistol cracked for the start of the road race Everett set the pace and Joe dropped in second. Don kept along at about a three-thirty gait until the bridge came in sight. Then he shot out as though he was making a final spurt, and crossed it fully a dozen yards ahead of Joe. Our hero was surprised at this move, but, nevertheless, he put on more steam. L 'Homme was fully a hundred yards in the rear at the time, and did not increase his speed a particle. When Joe was within ten feet of the bridge the two middle planks dropped with a crash. A thrill of horror shot through the boy. It was an utter impossibility to stop, and to turn to either the right or left would hurl him into the brook with its jagged rocks and stones. He must go on straight ahead. The missing planks left an opening of two feet in width, and that was enough to cause the complete smash-up of. any bicycle ever made. But Joe did not hesitate. If possible he pressed harder on the pedals. Almost the instant he saw his danger he saw there was one chance to get over the bridge The narrow beams that had supported the planks were visible. He would cross on one of them! Whizz whirr! Bump! bump! He was over. Then, just as though nothing had happened, he darted &Wa)' after Don Everett.


BRA VE AND BOLD. L'Hommc dismounted at the bridge and crossed it on foot. Joe passed Don and reached the "stake-boy" first. "Follow me up close Bill!" he panted. ."'My enemies are at their tricks again Bill waited till Don and L'Homme had turned, and then, mol1nting his wheel, darted afteT them. Everett only rode a few yards, and then he slowed down and dismounted. But the stranger kept on. He had been brought to Blueville to defeat the young champion, in case the bridge scheme failed, and as it had, he let himself out to do it. As Don neared the bridge he saw that the planks were back in their and that Jake Leeds and the deputy sheriff were standing on either end of it each holding a revolver. "The bridge is all right now. Joe!" shouted the deputy. "Go right ahead and win the race. I 11 s hoot down the man who in terferes." L'Homme heard this remark, and the way he presse d down upon his 1 dals s ignified that he thought hi s life was in danger. He overtook Joe, but could not pa ss him V.1hen Bill Edwards came up Jake Leeds mounted hi s wheel and the two started in the wake of the racers. Da\e Jones watched them till they were out of sight, and then with something like a grin on his face he walked down the bank and under the bridge. up to his knee s in the water of the brook. J:lound hand and foot. and lying up o n a flat rock, was the villain who had caused the planks to drop. '"Ha!'' exclaimed the deputy. ""so you thought it was wise to do as I said, and you kept your mouth s hut. Now. then, I'll take charge of you. I'll soo n see that you're lodged in the county jail." '"What right had you to come down here and knock me down and tie me up?" growled th e h e lple ss man. "You play e d a n awful murderous trick, and any o n e had a right to do a I did lf T had see n you jus t as you knocked them planks loose I'd haYe shot you stone dead. "You'd better let me go,., went 011 the \illain, In a milder tone. ''I've got nearly fifty dollars in my pocket an' I'll giYe it all to you if you do. "Not by a jugful,., retorted th e deputy. ''I'm going to untie your feet. and then 1 want you to come right on peaceably "Who are you. anyhow?" demanded the pri so ner, as Jones un tied hi s feel. 'Tm a d eputy s h e riff-that's \\ h o l am,"" was the rather proud reply. "Oh!" "V m1 needn't s av oh!' I'm onto. you and so me other people not far away from here. Come on, now!" Out through the brook he half dragged the man and started up the bank. But just then happened that Dave. Jones had not bargained for. D6n Everett sprang upon him with a club and with one blow feHed him senseless to the ground. CHAPTER XXVI. :MYSTERIES BEGIN TO CNRAVEL. L'Homme was a crack professional rider, though he entirely la cked principle. He knew he must beat the young Bluevillc champion or else fall out forever with Don Everett, who had paid him to enter the r;:.ce. Both riders n '. rved themselves for the final spurt. A few minutes later the time came, and like meteors the two bicycles forged ahead. A thrill shot through our hero. He saw that his riva\'.s attempt had prove11 too much for him and that he was to wobble in a dangerous manner. With a mighty effort Joe dashed ahead, and two seconds 1 .ater he swept over the tape-once again a winner! L'Homme almost fell from his wheel. He had overdone the matter and the reaction was too great for him. Nagle was there to take care of him and when he led the de feated racer away that was the last the people of Blueville ever saw of L'Homme. Some of the peopl e waited a while for Don Everett to come in, for they expected he would be very much crestfallen. But he did not s how up again that afternoon. The postmaster called Joe as he mounted his wheel to go home and handed him a letter. The envelope was in mourning and had been mailed in As our hero had seen the handwriting of Agnes Armour be fore, he at once recognized it as hers He tore open the envelope and read as follows: ""DEAR MR. MASTERSON : Meet me at the resid e nce of my aunt, No. Lexington Avenue, New York C i ty to-morrow Sunday-at 2 P. M. I have something of the utmost impor-tance to tell you. Do not fail. AGNES ARMOUR." Joe got home a few after six and found Bill already there. "So you wor1 again, Joe?" said. old man Edwards. with a plea -ant smile. "I was just tell in the o ld gal that I'd lik e to you a present of something. I feel so proud of you. She told me \\"hat would be good to give you. and I 've got it here n ow. Much to Joe's surprise, he opened an old tin box and pulled out a gold locket and chain and some baby's clothing. "This for me!" the boy gasped. "Yes. They belonged to you when you first come here and so they do yet. I hope you'll excuse me for not givin' 'em to you before. You know, you was washed ashore from a wreck when you was a baby, J oe." .. [ have heard so me s uch thing intimated by the neighQ 9rs." replied the puzzled Joe as he took the tiny garments and the locket; :but you always tried to make me believe that you were my uncle, and it now seems that I am no relatio n to you ... ""Not a bit, by blood." exclaimed .\1rs Edwards. 'But, Joe:, we\e learned to like you an awful lot lately. I h ope you wont leave us entirely when yo u find out about your relative s." "I shall ne1cer yon," th e boy an wered in a dazed way as he made his way upstairs to hi s room. . Once here, he pro ceeded to examine the articles given hin1. The clothing was of the fine s t material, which showed Jhat the child who had worn it was undoubtedly of Yery well-to-do But the locket and chain! Joe knew they were so lid gold. On the outside of the locket were engraved the words: "To little Joe. from his Aunt Emily o n hi s first June 18, 1883." "So my qame. i s really Joe, then," mused the champion bicycle rider as he seated him s elf in a chair like one in a dream. The next. thing for him to do was to open the locket and thi s he quickly did. Jt contained the picture of a sweet-faced girl of "twenty, and as Joe l:'azed upon it the tears bel:'an co!-lrsinit down his cheeks.


" BRA VE AND BOLD. His features were almost exactly like those in the mini<1,ture, and he knew it was his mothu. For a Jong time he sat in the chair thinking over the past and wondering what was in the futu!"e for him. "I'd give eve rythir.g in the world if I could only find the orig inal of that picture Jiving!" he exclaimed. "Oh, how nice it mus t be to have a mother!" A knock at his door disturbed his meditati ons, so he got up and found Bill there. 'I don t want to bother you, Joe; but perhaps you'd like to know that Jake Leeds has found where I was before you found rne on the beach the other night. "He has!,, and J oe sprang to his feet putting the locket in hi s pocket. "Yes: there's a secret d oo r leading into a tunnel, just a few feet from where yo u found me." "How did you come to find it?" "Come down stai rs; he's there waiting for you. He'll tell you all about i t." Somehow i t struck our hero that there was lots of mystery that was soo n to be unraveled, and he felt just in the humor to hear Jake's sl!-ry. Once outside the house, the big boy began talking excitedly. "You know after the last race?" he began. "Yes," said J oe "Well, I followed Nagle when he took the defeated stranger away." Our hero nodded. "'J1hey didn"t go home, but down to the beach." "Ah!" "They took their bicycle with them and I was wondering what they were going to do with them on the bea c h." Again J oe nodded. Jake had a peculiar way of telling a thing, and there was no use trying to hurry him. "They sneaked along the b eac h till they came to the little cave there," he resumed, "and then, after gazing all around to see that no one was l oo king, they went into the cave. I was right above them, behind a tree, when they did this, though they didn't see me. "I got down without making a parti c le of noise, and what do you suppose happened?" don't know-go on.'" "l peeped in and saw a door open in the back of the cave and a man standing in the mouth of a tunnel." Joe was much inte re st ed now, and Bill 's were like saucers. "They went on in the tunnel-Nagle and L'Homme did, tak ing their bikes with them," said Jake in a tragic t one. "'That being the case, r can readily understand one thing," ex claimed our hero. "What?" asked his compa ni ons in a breath. "The tunnel leads to the haunted house!" CHAPTER xxvn. "I C:AM! TO Tr.LL YOU WHO YOUR 1AT'H'Elt AN'D MOT'fI!R W!R1..1 "The tunnel leads to the haunted house! As Joe uttered these words Bill Edwards and Jake Leeds IC>oked at each other and nodded. They r ealized that such must ce rtainly be the case, though neither had thought of such a thing till the champion bicycle rider mentioned it. "Let's make sure it does or not," Jake _proposed. "Y cs," chim e d in Bill "I am willing," said Joe. "We can take a run down there, and, with the aid of a crowbar, we ought to find out where the door in the back of the cave is." "We' d better wait till it gets g oo d and dark,': advised the big boy This was to be the proper caper, so about a quarter to nine the trio sta rted out, each carrying a loaded revolver in his pocket. Jake h ad a heavy crowbar over his shoulder and Bill took along his bicycle lamp, so the y would be able to see what they were doing. The walk along the beach to the cave was not such an awful long one, and it was about h alf-past nine when they got there. After a thorough search had been made about the; vicinity, they entered t h e cave. Jake at o nce began sounding with the crowbar. He had not struck over two or three raps when, to their utter astonishme nt, the secret door swung open. But that was not all. A rpan with a dark lantern in one hand and a pistol in th e other appeared in the doorway. J oe was in just such a state of mind that night that he was ready for any and everything. As quick as a flas h he threw himself upon the man and bore him to the ground. This actio n brought Jake and Bill to thei r senses and they promptly sprang forward to assist him. Jake got his brawny hand over the man 's mouth the first thing, and this stopped all c ri es h e might h ave uttered. Bill soon produced a ball of marline, and in a very short space of time t)le astonished guard of the counterfeiters was securely b ou nd Unconsciously Jake had given the signal to o pen the door, and, thinking it was some o f hi s villainous gang, the guard had done so without asking any further proof. Poor. deluded mortal! He had started the way to the downfall of the band of counterfeiters. "Who are you, anyway and what are you doing here?" panted J oe as he arose to hi s feet. "Don't talk too loud. If you do I'll bore a hole through your head!" I shan't tell anything-not if you do kill me," was the grumbling reply. "\Vhere does this passage lead to?" "I shan't tell you. You'll find out yourselves." "Very well, we will find out ourselves. Bill, you take charge of thi s fellow, and if he opens hi s m0uth above a whisper shoot him!" "All right, retorted Bill a littl e nervo usly. Come on, Jake," said Joe. "You take Bill 's lamp and we will go thro ugh the pa.ssage a little way." Full of courage, the pair started through the -they had never dreamed of being there. ; They had been through enough during the past few weeks to cause them to look rather lightly upon danger, and, if it came to a.


BRA VE AND BOLD. fight in the mysterious tunnel, they were ready to do their share "You may tell 1ii'm who his father and mother were, but it will of it. do him no good, for he will be dead before morning, and you On they kept, and presently they were within a few feet of the along with him l" tunnel's end. Just then they heard a low groan. Instantly Jake turned the lamp around in the direction it came from. The rays of the bicycle lamp fell upon the bound form of Dave Jones, the deputy sheriff! He had been seized by Don and the counterfeiter bound and dragged into the tunnel to await the return of Everett, who was away at the time. Joe recognized him at a glance. "Hello, sheriff!" he whispered. "Don't utter a sound. We are friends." "Cut me loose. then," came the reply in a low "There is a gang of cutthroats in the cellar the other side of this door. Hurry up!", Out came our hero's knife and the deputy was at lib erty m short order. "Let's get out of here now ," Jake proposed. "We'd better," nodded Jones, who now knew who his rescuers were. Not till they were well away from the iron door did the deputy begin to tell what had happened to him. He had not finished when they reached the cave, and he post poned his s tory till they had got the prisoner out on the beach. Then he finished it. then, we'll hurry this fellow to the lock-up," he ex ciaimed as he pulle-1 the captured guard to his feet. "The cap tain of the gang won't be in, along with some of the rest, till midnight. So I'll get about twenty armed men and we'll grab the whole kit and boodle of them. Come, we've got to hurry up a bit." Away our friends started for the village lock-up, dragging the captured counterfeiter a long with them. An tour later the villain was safe under lock and key and the d e puty was hurrying to get the men together for the raid. Joe happened to be standing in the railroad depot when the eleven o'clock train came in and what was his astonishment when he saw Agnes Armour get off. "Oh, Joe!" she cried, running up to him excitedly. "I was afraid you had not got the letter I sent you, so I came down to night. I could not help it, Joe. I came to tell you who your father and mother were !" Had a bombshell exploded Joe Masterson could not have been more astonished. But was another who heard the fair girl's words besid es himself. Standing behind the corner of the station was the form of a man whose eyes shone like those of a demon. It wa& Don Everett's father. As our hero led Agnes from the depot the scoundrel muttered: CHAPTER XXVIII. EVERETT IS CHECKED. Joe was thrilled with excitement and admiration as he left the depot with Agnes Armour. He had been a little smitten on her ever since the day she thanked him for saving her from the enrage d bull, but now he was in love with her. She had journeyed from New York on purpose to tell him that she had learned who and what he was. "You can tell me in your own wa:y of what you have learned, Miss Armo.ur," said Joe, who was still a trifle bashful. "Don't call me Miss Armour; call me Agnes ," was the Father petulant reply. "I called you Joe when I saw you at the depot, and that should be enough." She tightened her grasp upon his arm as she spoke, and Joe felt like a hero of ancient days. "Take me to your home, Joe. Mrs. Edwards will take care of me for the night; I know she will," said Agnes, as they turned the corner of the dark street leading to the beach. "Yes, certainly--" That was all Joe could articulate, for at that instant something moist and soft was pressed over his mouth and nostrils and he was held in a vise-like grip. A sickening sensation came over him, and then he )ost con sciousness. And exactly the same thing took place with his companion . Without the least unusual sound the pair wer e rendered qelp less and insensible. And two men had done the work-Mr. Everett and one of his villainous compan _io_ ns. This couple had been on their way back to the counterfeiters' den when they noticed quite a crowd around the lock-up. It did not take them long to learn what had happened and what was liabl e t() take place before morning, so they held a consultation to see what course they were to pursue. They 4ad just about concluded to get out of the State of New as quickly as possible when they heard the late train coming into the depot The members of the desperate gang he belonged to always car ri ed chloroform with them, and the capture of the boy and girl was easily accomplished: "Where shall we take them?" queried the counterfeiter who was supporting the rather heayY form of our hero "To Nagle's. It's only a little ways from here, was the r:eply.'' Owing to _,the excitement about the lock-up, not a soul had seen them. Bill Edwards and Jake Leeds were so interested in telling the deputy's men what they knew about the underground pai)sage that they had not noticed the absence of Joe.


BRA VE AND BOLD. 3I \Vhen Agnes and Joe were safely in the house Everett gave an exultant cry. 1"he room they were in was on the first floor of house, but the shades were down and the shutters tightly closed. "How are you g0ing t 0 dispose of them-cut their throats?" asked companion, as he drew an ugly-looking knife from his pocket and t ested its sharpness with hi s thumb nail. "Nd, no!'' was the reply; "the blood would s how that a mur der had been committed here. It must not be that way." "How, then?" I want to wait till they come t o, then I'll tell you the way. I want to tell them both so mething before they are sent on their joqrney to the great unknown,'' and a gloating smi le that would have befitted a fiend pa ssed ove r Everett's face. "As you say, bnt we are losing valuable time." "Never mind. that. We'll get away all right. I'll take you to a place in New York wh e r e we will never be found." "Whereabouts in New York?" "To a mansion o n Lexington Avenue, which that boy lying here would ..own if h e lived to be twenty-one." The counterfeiter looked at Everett in Sur pri se, but remained s irent. : Yes," went' on the villa in who had poisoned his own wife; ''this boy has stood in my way for years and I ne ve r knew hi s whereabouts until I came to Blueville t o live this s ummer. I've !ivrng on what beiQngs to him and I mean to till I die, w hich will be a long tim e yet, I hcpe. " T hope so,'1 and Everett's compa;1ion shrugged shoulders. "tlave yo:l got a stron g cord about yo u ?" "Yes.'' "Is it stroU:g enough to strangle a perwn ?;' "Oh yes." 1 "Hand it over. The -ma;1 did so. "Are yo u going to fix these two that way?" he "Yes that is just what I .an1 goin g to do. " Well. I see the boy i s coming to." I s he? I'll attend to him then." As he spoke he drew his rev olver and approached the couch Ju st at this moment J oe opened his eyes : He was dazed and felt a trifl e nauseated, and knew not where he \Vas. Well!' Everett, level ins his revolver at the help less boy. This brought our hero partly to hi s senst':s. "Who are you?" he sta111111ered. I am your uncle, Fred Everett," w;is tile reply. I never spoke a truer word in my life than when I say "I-I-don't-don t kn ow," said Joe slowly, as he endeavored to collect his full faculties. "I-yes, I do know you! You are not myuncle! Untie me at once! What am I" doing here?" "Ha, ha, ha!" l aughe d Everett. "You know me, do you? But you don' t believe I am your do you? But I am, just the same. Your father, my brother Joe, is serving a term in the Ohio State's prison for something I did, and your mother is ekcing out a miserable exis tence in New York. Neither of them know you are alive. Your father's time will be up soon, or is up now, I think, but you will never see him. Think of that, Joe Everett, for that is your name-think of that I You will never see your father, or mother either, for I am going to kill you!" He sprang upon our hero as he ceased speaking and drew the cord about hi s neck. Then he began to draw it tight. But b e fore he had proceeded far the man who had been help ing him touche d him on the arm. See here, Everett," said he, in a tone that thrilled the would-be murderer, is all that true that you have been saying to that boy?" "Yes, yes! Every word of it is true," was the reply. "Th en l et that boy alone, and leave this house at once with me By your own confess ion you are the worst scoundrel I ever rriet,', and if you don't do as I say one o f us will die right here!'" Hardly knowing whether it was real or only a dream, Joe watched the scene with distended eyes. CHAPTER XXIX. CONCLUSION. Joe_ certainly e21:pected that hi s last moment had ar riv e d when Everet, t put the cord about hi s neck and began to draw up 0 n it But ,no! a m onste r and the man with him only an ordinary v illain. The next thing. our hero knew th e two men were 111 a des.. struggle. His fate depended up o n who s h o uld be the victor. Back and forth the tw o men swaye d frightful oat hs coming from their ' Both h ad drawn knives and were but waiting for a Suddenly the dooi: flew open and the woman who had always been kn ow n the Widow Nagle appeared on the sce ne. She darted forward and endeaYored to separate the men just as EYerett made a vicious lunge with hi s knife The woman gave a gasping cry and san k to the floor The blade had pierced her heart. A shudder pa sse d through J oe's frame as he saw all this . In sti nctiv ely he _turned his eyes to .the fon:n of the fair young girl beside him. whose face was so pallid and death-like. ..It is a .thing s he i s n ot abk to all this," he thought. But the tragedy was not o,er yet by any m ea ns. When Everett accident

BRA VE AND BOLD. He closed his eyes and waited in agony. Presently he heard a fall. A moment later a knife severed the cords that bound him. Then he knew that Everett had been the victim. Still he did not open his eyes. It was not till he heard another fall that he ventured to do so. "Heavens!" he cried, struggling to a sitting posture. "This is awful!" Both men lay dead on the floor, the counterfeiter, after killing Everett, having died from his wounds. Nervously he threw the severed cords aside, and then picking up the still unconscious girl he carried her out of the house. The cool night air caused her to come to, and she uttered a muffled shriek when she found she was being carried. "It is I-Joe Masterson; don't be alarmed, Agnes," said the boy, as he deposited her on the ground and proceeded to untie the cords about her wrists. "Where-where am I?" she cried. "We are all right now. We were drugged and carried to the Nagle house. But we are safe now. It was your step-father who did it, but he can harm us no more, for his accomplice fought him and killed him." Agnes shuddered. She was still in a semi-stupefied state, and she clung to Joe for iupport. Slowly he led her along the road, and at length th e y came upon one of the residents of the village. They learned from him that Dave Jones had led a crowd to raid the haunted house, and that Nagle, seeing himself caught, had become in s ane with fear and had blown the house up with a mixture of chemicals he ust"d in making counterfeits. Every one in the hou se, including Don and the whole band of counterff'iters, was killed except Nagle and L'Homme, who were taken from the debris and locked up. To him Joe briefly told what had happ e ned. and half an hour later Agnes Armour wa s turned over to the care of Mrs. Edwards and a phy s ician summoned. The next day p eople for miles around were shocked when they learned what had taken place in the quiet little town of Blueville. No one had dreamed of a n est of counterfeiters being there, ana 110 wont.ier eople were astonished. The fate the captain h a d brought upon himself and those who stuck t o him to the last was horrifying, not to say appalling. Of th e entire gang of villain s only three were left to be tried. living with his father and mother three days after the raid on the counterfeiters. Agnes Armour had found papers in her mother's trunk which told all about our hero's life. Just how the papers got there will never be known, but it was evidently through a mistake. The whole thing, briefly summed up, was as follows: Joseph Everett inherited a fortune from his uncle, married and his wife gave birth to a son. Shortly after this his brother, who was no other than D o n Everett's father, contrived, by forgery and other villainous efforts, to have the child stolen and, as he supposed, drowned and have his brother sent to prison for twenty years for a crime he never committed. The young wife and mother, not knowing how .her husband' s property had been left, was soon turned out upon the cold world, and finally went to live with a well-to-do family in New York. And so things had been going for all these years. The hus band in prison, the wife living 0tft as a companion and the son lhing in Blueville. There was ample proof to show who Joe was, and old Jim Edwards did not hesitate to tell that he had received the child from the villain who had been hired to kill it, and had not found it washed up by the waves, as people had always thought. From that time Joe Masterson--or Joe Everetf, as his real name turned out to be-Jed a happy life. Agnes Armour went back to her aunt in the city, more tha n satisfied with the part she had played in restoring our hero's long lost parents to him And when she went baC' she had given her romise to some day become his wife. Of course a long lot of legal proceedings followed, but we will not dwell on that. Suffice it to say, that Joe's father was set free and got what be longed to him, or what was left of it In September, r897, Joe, Bill, Jake, old man Edwarc ; !s a d the deputy s heriff took up their oysters in Bunn's Cove and sold them for several thousand dollars. And they kept right on n the business and are at it yet. All our friends still live in Blueville and Joe is still an active mcmb<'r in the club known as the Bicycle Boys of Blueville. THE END. They wer e young Nagle. L'Homme and the man who had been Next week's issue, No. 25, will. i:ontain "Submarine; or, on guard at the mouth of th e cave near the beach. The Wonderful Cruise of the Firefly," by the author of "Second Right here we may state that Nagle, having considerable of the Sight Sam." spirit c1 hi s father, committed suicide before the trial came off. The othe r two were q;n1victed and sentenced to long terms of imprisonme111. And Joe Masterson, the champion bicycle rider! His enemies w e re all gone, and he was more than ever the hero oi Blueville. And the best part of it, he now knew who he was, and was This is one of the most fas_s:inating stories ever printed. It gives you a true idea of what the life of a deep sea diver is like, and it contains some startling accounts of the secrets of the deep. The Firefly is a craft th;it is bound to interest you, and Sub marine Mart's adventures are something to be remembered for a lifetime.



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