Detective Josh Grim, or, The young gladiator's game


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Detective Josh Grim, or, The young gladiator's game

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Detective Josh Grim, or, The young gladiator's game
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The Deadwood Dick Library
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Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton) 1854 or 5-1885
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Cleveland, Ohio
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Arthur Westbrook Co.
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University of South Florida
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D22-00044 ( USFLDC DOI )
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No.44 THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO Cleveland, Ohi o Vol. IV

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Copyright lSSl!-1887, by Beadle & Adams. Entered at Post Oflice, New York, N. Y., as second Qlass matter. Mar. :15, 1-No.44' THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK CO. Cleveland, Ohio 'BEU-<>! WB0 ll.'I TatlNDER 4ftlll YGV?" 'WAS 'llBE YANKlllB'S EIOLAlU.TION, AS BB SPIWKG TO HIS FlWl.

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Detective Josh Grim. Detective Josh Grim; OR, The Young Gladiator's Game. BY EDWARD L WHEELER, AUTHOR OF Dll:ADWOOD DICK" NOVELS, "ROSEBUD R OB" NOVELS, ETC. CHAPTER I. rocks look as if they contained grim secrets C!tlculated to make a man's hair rise." Night grew on, and still he did not draw rein, but allowed his horse to pick its way along the narrow trail, as it ran "in a tortuous course through the disml!l mountain regions. As he roJe his eyes were ever busy noting the country around him and searching out a suit able camping-spot for the m ght .Ju s t as the shadows were gathering thic k into Jense darkues3, he i..bruptly drew rein at a point where tbe mountain was split 'in twain by a narrow black ravine, or more properly, fissure 'E.HE WITCH OF PHANTOM ACRE. for its width was barely sufficient to of Tow ARD the close of a mild autumnal day, the passage of a horse. which had b3en damp and misty in the mounHo w Jeep into the mountain the black. pass tains, a horsem'l.n was alo 1 g a sort of penetrated, tbe lone travele r had no meads of dugway trail that wound arotJnd, in and among learning just then, but he presumoo it ran the mounhins, many hundred f ee t through the range to tbe opposite side above toe l evel of the prairies. This, howe ver, was not what had caused him H e was mounted upon a fine large horse, of to halt; be bad journeyed all day without find j et-black color, whose trappings were both fan-ing any water for bis horse or himself, an\1. be ciful and cost ly. knew that it would not do to go-into camp with-Tbe rider was a young man, in point of years out first finding tbat requisite. and appearance, and was possessed of a strong, Therefore wben the suund of gurgling water well-m o l detl figure, wherein were grace, sym-1 r eached bis bearing, he was not slow .to stop, metry, and strength. ,. and gazedsearchingly about to learn its l oca -His face we ll -chise l ed and bandsomt>, with tio n. dark, eagl e eyes, a firm mouth, and mustache But though he looked and still beard the riran I n urow goatee, while his bead was crowned piing sound, he could not see the water. with a wealth of dark hitir, which swept back "Queer I" be muttered. I certa inl y hear over b i s sho ul ders from b eneath a broad-rimmed the welcome sound, but nary a stream can l see. "prairie" hat. Ah I" he was c l a d in citizen's attire, with A thought strul'k him. his p 'l.nts in a pair of knee-boot0., and a Slipping from bis saddle he dropped upol< his helt abmt his waist, which contained a pair o f knees, and applied his ear to the trail, just 0ppo l a rge six-shooters and a lasso; also, he wore a site the mouth of the ravine. han.i some rifle slung to his back. The mystery to him was solved H e looked every im:h a free-and-easy roving Tbe water he heard had an scout as be rode a long, and the r e was an expresc h annel, and evidently had its source some s io:i 0f good -natured co ntent upon bis face as b e where up the ravine At the point where h e toe>k in/bis surroun dings listened was a little crevice in the rock, from I wonde r if I am ever going tu get rich out which the sound of the subterranean ef this experiment'/'' be "I've stream. Evidently the water ran sever!ll fe e t been wild-goosing it for about a m onth uow, below the surface, so the young s cout knew without any r es ult. I am inclined to think there was no hop e for supplying his needs at that after all the Waile d City of Gold-Flake is that point. m o r e ot a myth tnan re11lity. Eb1 don't you "I wonder if I'd bette r venture into that thi ,1k S'l. Primrose'!'' patting his horse affect10n-black tl.ue'I'' be muttered. "'Pea.rs to m e as if 'tel.v u p'.m t he n eck it might be a grizzly or a rattlesnake retreat. I reckon about the mos t sensible thing But, I must bav-13 water, and I might have to go for m e t o do, w 0u l d be to pull back for civilized some mil es befor-i I'd strike any more. It's parts, in;itead of l ooking a fabulous city, darker than the ace of spades in there,, but I'll pictured by an old, time-hardened who guarantea d arkness never skeered Cyc lone Kit one dav chanced to dro p down in T ombstone a yet. Primrose; I fiuess I'd better take you cit. y whose streets w ere pavei witb cobblea l ong, f e r I wouldn t want to lose you." stone3 of gold, anrl whose people were banded And remounting, he beaded his steed int<;> the together in one blas t ed Mormon famil v, to keep ravine, which was des cendiug as it ran _back uut u s prowling Egad! they'll into the mountain. have a time am\ a b<:1.lf a-keeping m e out, and Once fairly within its environs, he became they'll have t o start a Mormon cognizant of the fact, that it was about th e b efore I lewe, I can get my work in darkest place be had ever entered, fo r it was on those golden cobble3tones." next to impossible, at first, for him to see his Then he laughed-a peculiar, ringinglaugh it hands b efore bis face was, the echoes of which, borne back to bim in Primrose, too, did not like the place, as was weird intonations, caused tbe young prospector evident by hi> snorts, and the carefulness be to start. u sed in advancing. "Humph! that reminded me of the mocking "Steady, n ow, Prim!" his ride r said "Don't reply of something unearthly," be muttered. get uneasy. l opine we've been iu some tip "'l.'his is a region well-ca l c ulated for things un-over tumbl e -d own scrapes, b efore this, and we canr;y rod hideous; I should say. Even the hadn't ought to get frightened easily. Wbo

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Deteetlve J oab Grim. 8 k110ws, old boy1-this may be the route to our destination-the Walled Ci1'Y of GQld-Flake. I've had an idea a f e llow would have to strike some s uch a place as this, before be got to trav .aling over those go lden cobb le stones l" Constantly descending ran the trail for half a mile-then, abruptly ascending it continued for several miles, while beneath it, all the way, ran the gurgling water. "I reckon I'm up for a night of it," the scout mutte red, after h e had allowed nearly an hour to elapse with out speaking. "I've some doubts now, if I ever reach the end of this confounded ravine." But, at last he did, rather sooner than he bad looked fof. He rode up and out upon a sort of t a ble-l a nd, of a few a cres dimensions, beyond which there appe!lred to be another abrupt stepping--0ff place. As he did so, his horse suddenly came to a halt in front of a rude hut, of wigwam shape, which had been framed of poles, and sided up with tanned skins, and in the front of which stood a wild-looking personage, in woman's garb, engaged in kindling a fire, with some pieces of punk. She uttered a shrill cry, as PrimrosR gave a snort and haRtily grasped a rifle, which leaned against her lodge. "Halt! Who comes there, at this unseemly hour, to the Phantom Acre!" she demanded, in a cracked, shrill voice, as she raised her rifle, thre ateningly. The stranger took a good look at her before answering. She was a woman of perhaps sixty yea.rs, with yellow, badly-wrinkled skin, glaring gray eyes, and a large mouth, which habitually ex posed two tusklike, protruding teeth-the only teeth in fact, she could boastof. Her bair, originally black, but now streaked here and there with lines of white, hung matted and dis heveledpartly o-ver her eye> and about her shoulders; her hands were bony and hard, with long claw-like fingers. What little clothing she wore was in rairs, even to a flaring red cape about her shoulders, and her feet were s ho e l ess. All in all she was the nearest approach to a witch that the stranger had ever encountered. "You can put down your gun, old Mother Grundy I" he assured h e r jocularly. "I am not going to eat you up, nor carry you off. I'm simply searching for some water for myself and horse. Do you happen to know of any around this part of the country!" "Nol" was the sharp answer, as the woman regarded him suspi c iously. Man or beast never comes here for water but to die. This is the Land of the Haunted, from which intruders never eSC1tpe." "Ohl the y don't, eh? According to that I must be booked for sudden dissolution l" "You are right. is the fate of every one enterin g the Phantom Acre. You have come, and such a fat;e shall you be meted." "You mean to insinuate that you're a sort of concern, then do you!" 'Hal ha! ha! Nol" and the woman laug hed tn a. blood-Curdling manner. "I'm Old Meg, the WitCh; I'm the earthly agent of thOle gone to the spirit-land. I control their actions and protect their rights!" "Ah 1 so that's the size of it. Now it looks to me as if you are about as crazy an old delegate as is often picked up. Butibe tbat as it may, you mind your busintss and '11 not harm you." "Ho! ho! Soyou'reafraidofmel" '' No; I don't easily ge t scared even by as repulsi ve-lookiug ogres as you!" ---.. "We shall see! we shall see!" she cried, flying into a sudden passion. "You bave doubt.ld my power: yow shall behold it. Zamiel!" She stepped a pace toward her lodge and raised h e r hand above her head with a weird laugh. The adventmer watched her, and involuubrily gazed around the Phantom Acre. What be saw was not calculated to strengthen his disbeli ef in things supernatural, and he could but give vent to an exclamation of horror. Standing about a rod apart, all around the table-land, at its extreme edge, were tall, spec tral figures, dra)?.ed in flowing white and looking very ghost-like, indeed-as ghosts are sup posed to look. To add to the uncanny effect, a strange bluish yellow halo of light clung around each figure. "Hal ha! ha!" shrieked Old Meg, dancing about wildly. "What think you about my power, now, doubting white dog!" It was a moment before the stranger could command his voice; then he and surveyed the witch with a stern, unflinching gaze. Well, as to your happy family of spooks, I must admit that you have got them under good control. But I presume if one took time to examine the mysteries of this place, a very neat job of mechanical engineering could be brought to light, wh ereby you work those white, s heet covered, phosphorus-painted automatons!" And, glancing around again, the scout per ceived that the apparitions, or whatever they were were gone. Old Meg was close beside his horse, peering up into his face, when h e turned toward her once more. "Your namei" she interrogated, eaf!erly, huskily; "tell me your name!" "W by!" he asked, grimly. "Because-I must know itr-1 must I You are one out of a thousand whose name I would pause to ask. Tell me! tell me!" "Well, if it will do you any good to know I generally blow about on a breeze under the titie of Cycloni> Kit. If I have, or ever had any other name, it does not matter to you, nor to your automaton spirits!'' was the answer the adventurer vouchsafed. "Cyclone Kit! Cyelone Kit!" Old Meg muttered, digging at her bead with her talon like fingers. ''A good name-characteristic of the man. Yes, you are a cyclone-you are a rock with a foundation-a man of steel! I can read you better than I can the phantom cipher upon the picture rc>eks. You are the very person I've been looking for these many days-a man whom man or devil or J?host could not from a fixed resolution 1 Humph I and may I inquire what an old

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4 fossil of your ca.llber might with such a man as H" Kit demanded, in surprise. "Need you askY I want yon for a purposeha! ha! yes, a purpose. I want you for my envo y-my sworn coadjutor, iu all my plans and s c h amCJS. I want you, when I die, to inherit m y golJ, my witch craft, my soul! But, before you can d o that you mus t go into the bol;'ders of tho infernal-you must descend, hence, in:;o the Wallo-1 City of Gold -Flake !" CHAPTER II. Gold-Flake, where peopltl enter nner te return!" Cyclone lilt gazoo down into the yawning gulf, in curiosity, for, after all, lt was not un like the place
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