Double Curve Dan, the pitcher detective, or, Against heavy odds

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Double Curve Dan, the pitcher detective, or, Against heavy odds
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Entered at tile Poat Oftlce at New York, N. Y" at &loond Class Mall Rate& Vol.XXIII. $2.50 a Year. PUDLISHED WEEKLY flY BEADLE AND ADAMS, No. 98 WILL1.Al\l STREET, NEW YQ.RK. Price, 5 Cents. No. 581< DIME N'Cffa-SOSE FROK TJIB AUDIENCE. BOUGHT & SOLD CHARLES BRAGIN l525 W. 12th St BroCl'klyn 4, N. Y. TID8 UNICiOWN Plll'CHEB IS .A. TERRO!il AGAINST HEAVY ODDSa BY GEO. C. JENKS, .A.UTHOR OF 11 THE DEMON DOCTOR," "Gn THAR OWNEY," 11THE GI.A.NT HORSEMAN," ETC. CHAPTER I. PLAY BALLI A BASE-BALL field-day in New York. The Polo Grounds crowded with spectatol'!t. The grand stand a mass of faces and fluttering colors. Ribbon, owers, feathers and all the paraphernalia of feminine attire showing bright ly in the clear sunlight, inteN

fans waving incessantly to assist the gentle summer breeze. In the cheaper seats, where there is no protection from the sun, men and boys are packed closely, and are slowly cooking in the rays of Old Sol. It is a pretty bot day for base-ball; but no one seems to think about the state of the weather. There is something else to interest them. It is four o'clock in the afternoon, and time for the gflme to commence, but there is a de lay. The borne club, the New Yorks, have no pitcher. >nlfred Noel, the regular pitcher, has quarreled with 'the captaiu and has positively re fused to play in to-day's game. He is a man of strong passions, saturnine, gloomy and, in spite of his undoubted skill as a pitchsr, unpopular with the other members of the club. He bas suddenly taken it into his bead that be does not want to play, and after a stormy ecene with the captain, bas taken a seat in the grand stand, where he can see what transpires in the field, without being easily seen himself. W 'hat is to be done? "Put on another pitcher!" bowled the spectators. "Throw Noel in the river!" The surly Wilfred scowls from his retired posi tion in the grand stand. The match is one of the most important in the season's series. The Boston .slayers are the op ponents, and the New Yorks must play their very strongest if they hope to beat the fawous men from the Hub to-day. The captain of the New Yorks looks helplessly around him. He bas only one other pitcher on the ground, and bis arm is in a precarious state, so bis physician says. He could not deliver half a dozen balls without breaking down. "It is no use, boys; we must either let Jack Swift pitch, and take chances on his arm, or we must forfeit the game," the captain informs bis men, as they gather around him in a corner of the field. The Bostonians are standing in a group at a little di>tance, waitiug for the New Yorks to make some move. With true American generosity they share in the annoya'n<'e and disappointment of tbeir ad ersaries, and would, if they could, help them out. This, however, seems to be impossible, and they can only wait for sorue decision to be given by the umpire. That important personage, a very tall individual, with broad shoulders and a determin"d Yisage, who bas himself been a noted pitcher in hii tlay, stPps i.-:> to the captain and tells him that be must ma'ke up his mind right away, be cause the game will be called. If the New are not prepared, they must pay the usual for feit; the audience will be dismissed, and their money returned to them. The vast assemblage, which bas quieted down during the short conference between the um pire and captain, breaks out int<' fresh yells of impatience. The situation is a desperate ooe. A base-ball audience will not stand much trilling, or toler$ indecision. Jack Swiftj the "change pitcher," feels his arm with bis eft hand, and looks dubious. If his captain orders him to the front be will do his best, but he feels that it means certain de feat for bis club. "Jack, (.OU must do it," finally de<'ides the captain. It is the only thing we can do. Our other pitchers, Will Knox and Al Cratty, are both down-town somewhere, and it would be to find them now." All right, Cap; just as you say," is Jack Swift's brttve reply. "Let us get -into the field." The crowd cheers as the "boys" get to their places around the diamond. It is Boston's first' innings, and one of the Hub's most powerful batters goes to the bat. '.l'be New Yorks take the field and cover the bases, as Jack Swift slowly leaves the players' bench and walks hesitatingly forward. Then be stops, and grasps his arm with a slight exclamation. "What is the matter, Jack?" asks the captain, quickly He has seen the movement, and knows that it bodes evil Cap, I'm afraid I cannot go in. I'm certain when I do that curve of mine my arm will give right out, and the only delivery I have is that cunP, and it is no use my trying to pitch any other way." And still Noel stands in bis corner iu the grand stand grinning saFdonically. He had meant to stop the game if he co uld, and be sees Double-Curve Dan. that be will be successful. What bis reason was for causing trouble we shall soon di!!Cover. "Mr. Keane," says the captam to the um pire, we cannot play. I would rather not attempt it than go in for certain defeat. The New Yorks have done well so far this season, and I know that Wb could wm today if we bad Noel to pitch. Without him we should be lost." "Couldn't you make him play?" inquires tbe umpire, clinching bis fist. '' 1 think I could induce him to do it." "You don't know him, or you wouldn't say tba.;. He is the worst man to handle I Pver saw. If it were not that be is one of the best pitchers in the country he would not have stayed in the club as long as he bas." He would soon go out of it, if I was man ager, or captain, either," muttered the umpire, grimly, "no matter bow well be plays. Well, it is no uoe biking any more. I'll announce to the crowd tbat there will be no game, and that their money will be refunded as they pass out." The players in the field are throwing the ball from one to the other waiting for the pitcher, and are unaware of the new turn of affairs. The umpire walks a little toward the grand stand, and in stentorian tones commences: Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to say that there w;Jl be no gamo to-day. Owing to the sudden illness of Wilfred Noel, the regular pitcher of the New York Club, it is impossible to proceed-" Tbe umpire's voice is drowned by the yells and execrations of the men and boys m the lowpriced seats. It would go bard with Noel were be to show himself now. He knows that, for he draws a little more behind the post that conceals him, though he never abates bis ugly smile. "Ladies and gentlemen, I assure you-" re sumes the umpire. "Play ball!" "Where is NoeH" "Pitch yourself!" "Bring on Jack Swift!" bowls the mob. Gentlemen!" cries the umpire, at the top of bis voice. The crowd,.disappointed in their hopes of witnessing a splendid game, ure fairly wild. Tbe umpire sees an ominous swaying in the vast concourse, and knows that, in another minute, there will be three thousand men and boys swarming over the field, ready f;o deal destruction to everybody and everything connected with the two base-ball clubs. The noise is terrific! Ladies are fainting in the grand stand, while their escorts, maddened with excitement, stop theirown yelling with an effort, and do what they can to assist their com panions. Suddenly a clear, youthful voice rings out above the din: I will pitch the game!" There is a cessation of the noise as every one turns to look at the speaker. A young fellow of twenty or thereabouts is making his way ragidly down over the seats in the grand stand. He clears the board fence that protects the spectators from stray balls, and drops easily to the ground in the inclo sure. "I'll pitch the game!" he repeats, as he strolls carelossly, but with every movement denoting strength and activity, toward the umpire. The crowd bas settled back into the seats, and takes a good look at the young man. They see a lithe, stalwart form, a boyish face, clear blue eyes, and a wealth of auburn curls rluster ing around a well-shaped head. The bead is un co vered, for the owner holds his soft felt bat in bis hand, as be turns toward the grand stand and bows laughiugly. "Can you pitch this game so tha.t the New Yorks stand a chance of winning?" asks the captain, somewhat dubiously. "I can." The answer is given confidently, but without any tinge of egotism. It is the simple declara ti(ln of one "'ho knows what he can do, a.nd is not to be deterred from telling of it by a false sense of modesty. What is your namer' inquires the umpire. "They call me, in the village I come from, DoubleCurve Dan, but-" That is enough!" int<>rposes the captain, quickly. "Let it go at that. I don't W!J.nt to know your other name, if you have one, or anything about you. Go in and pitch this game. I feel, somehow, that we will win, and that DoubleCnrve Dan is the best name for me to call you by. I don't know why, but I know that the name will bring good luck to the New Yorks to-day.'' "A little superstitious, ehl'' observes the umpire, with a smile. "Perhaps!" is the captain's quiet reply. "Everybody iri the field!" proclaims the umpire. Double-Curve Dan throws oil' bis coat and vest, and appears in a neat white flannel sbirt, laced with a blue cord anrl iassels. A white silk handkerchief is knotted loosely around Lis throat. He strolls easily toward the diamond and iE introduced by the captain to tbe catcher, Lionel Lacev. [ d.ou't think you will be very long getting onto my delivery," says Dan. "It is not ver; fast, and I belleve I am easy to catch. But I sbull fool the batter, so look sharp when I get in my work." "I'll do that," is Lionel's reply, as be grasps the band of the-other heartily, for he bad taken a strong fancy to th& handsome young stranger. Perhaps because Lionel Lacey i. young and handsome himself, and "like begets like." Dan takes bis position in the pitcher's box, and lool s steadily at each of tbe players in turn. He wants to see what material be bas to support him. The inspection is satisfactory, for there is a smile curviug bts lip, as be settles himself in bis favorite position for delivering the hall. Play ball!" cries the umpire. Every member of the vast audience settles himself in bis seat to enjoy the game-all, save one. Wilfred Noel, standing behind bis post, bas his eyes fixed in a stare of malevolent hate upon the face of the young pit<'her, and the stare means mischief. "Play ball!" Double-Curve Dan does not see Noel. His eyes are upon the batter, who stands impatiently awaiting the first ball from tbe new pitcher. For a few seconds Dan stands rigid, with the ball tightly gripped in bis fingers. Then, with a peculiar round-arm movement, he lets it go. It flies straight as an arrow for about half the distance; then it takes a sudden twist to the right, and again another to the Jett! The batter tries to meet it, but it zigzags past him, and drops into the bands of Lionel Lacey. One strike I" cries the umpire. Another double curve ball is delivered by the young pitcher, and then the spectators and players begin to understand bow be acquired his sobriquet. A minute more and the big batter of the Bostons is out on strikes." A roar arises from the audience. The unknown pitcher is a terror I The game goes on. It is impossible tor the Bostons to bit Dan's balls. and victory points in the direction of the New Yorks. Not by auy great odds, however, for the Bostons are playing a splendid game; and now, in the ninth innings, the scorE> stands 2 to 0 against them, with the Bostons !!'Oing to the bat. Tbe sun is not so powerful as it was at the beginning of the game, for a bevk of lleecy clouds bas blown across the sky,_ tempering the sun's rays and rendering the atmosphere de lightful Noel, standing his post in the grand stand, has seen the triumph of Double-Curve Dan with a feeling of rage which he cannot r-:; press. Curse him I" he mutters. This Is not the first time he has crossed my path. I will fix him yet." He sees tbat the zigzag balls are still bothering the opposing club, and that the New Yorks have an easy victory in store, due solely to the skill of the pitcher. If they could only get to bit one or two of those balls, the tale might be different," be con tinues, as be sees that the Bostons' very best batter is facing the pitcher, waitin11: cautiously for a ball that be may have rnme chance of hitting. One of those tantalizing twisted deliveries is sent in, and tbe batter is wise enough to de cline it. He is not going out on strikes" this time if be can help it. Double-Curve Dan is as fresh and lively es at the beginning of the game. He wears bis soft hat rakishly at the back of his bead, aud bis auburn curls glint in the fitful sunhgbt. Noel is obliized to acknowledge that the new pitcher is a handsome young fellow es well as a skillful player. There is some one else too, in the grnnd stand, who realizes these facts, and whose evident admiration for the young stranger makes N

Double-Curve Dan. This some one else is a fair young girl, who in "Sit still, Ada!" said her brother. "They daiutest of summer costumes, lo o ks inexpressibly wou't hurt you, and I'm suredou don't care for cool and bewitching as she intently watches that skunk. Let him go, an I only hope they every movement of the pitcher. will catch bim and give him what be deserves." Noel directs bis attention between her and the "Yes, I know he bas done a mean thing, game; but she, after Lestowmg upon him the but-" coolest of nods at the beginning of the playing, "But-nothing, Ada. You are too softthus sbowmg that she knows him, has not hPArted." noticed bim since. He is evidently not one of The young fellow was thoroughly disgusted her favorites. with Noel. He could not see any good in a man By her side sits a merry-faced lad of about wbo would delibPrately betray bis own ball team. seventeen. He is enougb like her to b3 easily The crowd saw tltat their prey bad escaped rec ognized as her brother, even if her careless them, and they gradually settled back into their reliance upon him for explanatiions of knotty places to see the end of the game. p oints in the game did not imiicate their relationDouble-Curv6 Dan did his best, but tbe odds ;;hip. were too great now, )n the uinth inning, and "Tbey must not win that game! They shall the score at tbe conclusion of the stood 4 not, if I can help it!" hisses Noel under bis to 2 for the Bostons. breath. "That fellow is not going to get ahead The spectators poured out of the big exit of me always. I don't like the way he looked gates, talking about the game and discussing up at-at-Ada just now, either." difl'erent points of play made during the after-A great roar arises from the multitude around noon. him. Tbe young pitcher walked wearily acros the The big batter of the Bostons bas at last diamond and threw himself upon the players' managed to )lit Double-Curve Dan. He bas sent bench. the ball flying into right field, and owing to a "Well, Dan, they managed to knock us out, fumble by a New York player, has made a eb1" home run. The speaker was Lioael Lacey. He patted Two more Boston men fail to hit the ball, but Double-Curve Dan on the shoulder as he spoke. get on bases. Yes, I am sorry, too," returned Dan. I The gloomy young man behind the post in the believe we could have won but for-" grand stand grinds bis teeth. "But for that dirty trick 9f Wilfred Noel's. Another batter goes in for the Boston's, and Yes, we could," joined in the captain of the Double Cmve Dan prepares with more care than New Yorks, as be walked up to the two. usual to put in one of his most diffkult balls. "I suppose he will be bounced now, sure, The batter is one of tbe quickest men in the Cap?'' asked Lacey. Boston team. and bas all along come nearer to "No." .hitting Double-Curve's delivery tban any one "No? Why not?'' else. "Well," hesitatingly, "be is a good pitcher, Now that the pitcher is a little nervous by the for one thing." u n e xpected success of the big batter, the Bostons "What is the good or that, when you can't more hopeful than ever. J depend upon him1 Besides he isn't as good asD : m P Jises the ball, nnd with a lightning as-" ;,,wement sends it zigzagging toward the home Double-Curve Dan looked up quickly. ibte just as a bright ray of sunlight strikes "My name is Daniel Manly, tbou!!;h. as I Li m full in the eyes, and makes his delivery untold you, I have been called Double-Curve Dan certain. up in Albany." But f'.>r that ray of light the ball could never "Daniel Manly! A good name for you, too, been touched by the batter. It was just if I am any judge," declared Liont!l, heartily. enough to spoil the throw, and, with a thud, "Thanks!" the bat strikes 1Jbe ball and sends it again flying "No, we cannot afford to r elease Wilfred into right field, over the head of the fielder who Noel, though I suppose we shall h11ve to fine fumbled the previous ball. him," said the captain, reverting to the original A home nm! subject of co nversation. Round the bases flies the batman. There I should think be would be ashamed to sho'v were two men on bases, and both are in! his face among the boys again," cried Lionel. Quick with that ball! "I would go and bury myself in a mud-bank if The right-field e r does not fumble this time, I had done such a sneaking trick as that." but sends the ball plump into the hands of the "Oh, you would, eh1" pitcher. A soft, persuasive voice sounded in Lionel's The batsman is rushing from third base, and very ear, and turning quiclily, he looked into .Dan summons his strength to send the ball to the dark, cruel eyes of Wilfred Noel. home plate, and thus put him out. "You think it was a sneaking trick, eh1 Just at the critical moment, as the ball leaves Mind I don't do some other trick that will be his band, that flash of sunlight again blinds him, rather painful to you. I don't allow boys to an.i the ball goes wide of the mark, allowing criticise my actions." the Bostonian to make his run. The sneering smile habitual to him playro "\V:bat matter with you?" demands the across Noel's features, showing bis white teeth captam, angrily. like the snarl of a beast of prey. Dduble-Curve Dan points to the grand stand, Lionel Lacey was about to make a sharp rewbere, half-concealed by a post, is Wilfred ply, which would undoubtedly have led to a Noel, with a piece of looking-glass in his band I violent scene then and there, but a look from That is what is the matter with me,'' says Dan Manly restrained biru. Somehow this Dau, qmetly. handsome young stranger could throw a great Even he speaks, the vast multitude in the deal of expression into bis soft blue eyes--ex cheaper seats see through tbe treacherous trick 1 pression that conveyed command as surely as of Noel, and, with a wild roar, rush toward words. him, as if they would rend him limb from limb. "Haven't I met you demanded Noel, CHAPTER II. THE MURDER. IT was a dangerous moment for the dastard, Noel. Nat a vestige of mercy cou ld be traced in the faces of any of tbo maddened creatures that were rushing toward tbe grand stand. Tbe treacherous act that had lost the game f,,r the home t eam, in spite of the wonderful 'kill of the stranll'.O pitcher, must be punished, s urely and promptly. The young man wl1J was the object of their wrath gaz1:d at tbe crowd for a moment with a contemptuous sneer, anrl then, as the foremost nf them s c ram hied c1ver the fence into the grand staurl, ho turned, and, with a mocking wavo of Ids band, disappeared. With a howl, they were after him; but, too late. A sma ll stairway, not generally open to the puLlic, bad enabled him to elude his pursuers. for a ti me at least. The young girl to whom be bad referred as Ada, turnetl a terrified glance in his direction1 and half-arose from her seat, as he vanlsboo down the stairway. abruptly of Dan. The latter looked coldly at his questioner. "Po;;sibly." I thought so. Where was it-in Albany?" "In Albany." Well, you played a pretty good game to day.. Allow me to congratulate. you." Wilfred Noel put out bis band, but Dan ignored it, and, with the single word," Thanks I" turned bis back on the other. "Curse you! I will be even with yon yet,'' muttered Noel, walking away. "You cannot always be on top, surely. I blocked rour game to-day. That is a comfort, anyhow.' What was the reason that the dark-visaged youne; man was such a bitter enemy of DoubleCurve Dan? Was it only because the stranger bad come here and shown a skill in the pitcher's box that put Noel in the shade, or was there another and greater reason 1 We shall see. Richard, or Dick Worth, captain of the New Yorks, saw the little epesode between the two pitchers and sllook his head gravely. He knew the vengeful nature of Wilfred Noel. 3 You want to look out for that man, Du," he said. He's dangerous." "So am I, when it is worth while,'' was the careless response. "Bully for you, old man! I like that talk," joined in Lionel Lacey. But, Double-Curve Dan did not hear him. His gaze was fixed on an object that was evi dently more interesting than anything else. Lacey followed the direction of Dan's eyes, and was at once almost as much interrested as the new pitcher. Whew I Ain't she a corke1 ?'' he mntterlrl under bis breath. Coming right over here, too." Coming across the ball-ground was a young girl, Ada Hetherington-she upon whom Wil fred's gaze bad been fixed as be stood behind the post in the grand stand,. Her fair cheek was flushed with excitement as she walked quickly toward the group consisting of Double-Curve Dan, Lionel Lacey and Dick W&rtb, the cap tain. Half-way across the ground from the grand stand she passed Wilfred Noel, but she ac knowledged bis bow with only the slightest nod of her pretty head, bredless of the fact that be was muttering curses upon everybody and ever thing as he saw himself treated with silent disdain. "Mr. Manly, 1 felt that I must come and speak to you," she burst out, as she held out her band. Double-Curve Dan took it respectfully and bowed. Yau played such a splendid game," she con tinued, .'and made sure we should win. I knew it was not your fault that the nasty Bos ton club beat us." Miss Ada was very loyal to the home team, and could not say anything too cruel of its op ponents. The Bostons played a good game, Miss Hetherington,'' said the young pitcher. gravely, "and fully their victory. I am not disposed to consider tbem 'nasty' because I played on the losing side." "No, no, of course not," she returned, hastily. "I did not mean that. But I do wish that we had won." "Better luck next time!" put in Lacey, unable to contain himself longer. Dan Manly introouuds of social requirements in doing so. "Mr. Manly, my father would be pleased to see _you, I know. Could you not call at the house this evening?" Double Curve face flushed with pleasure, and Lacey looked as if be would have given a great deal to be included in the inviiation. "1-1 shall be only too happy te come,'' be answered. Then here is our addreH. I kaow papa wants to see you, for be was talking about you only this morning. Though, of course, be did not know yon were in New York." "Ada I" rung out her brother's voice, and that young gentleman, somewhat disturbed over los ing bis sister, hove in sight across the ball ground. "I am coming, Bob!" cried his sister, and with a graceful bow to the three young men, she walked away and disappeared with Bob through the exit gateway. Something caused Double-Curve Dan to has ten her, and she was still just outside the gate when be caught her. He had hardly time to note that Wilfred Noel was blocking her path, and that the girl was trying in vam to pass, when the former turned savagely on him and demanded: What are you following this young lady for1" ''What are you interfering with her for?" was Dan Manly's quick retort. I am not answerable to 11ou J" "No. but you are to me,". put in Bob, as he gave Noel an angry push. In a second, nil the fierce passions of the dark browed young man were aflame, and be sprung uJ>()n the boy with murder in his heart. His band was upraised, and Dan Manly saw that a knife glittered in the sunlight. "None of tbatl" cried Dan. "What are you doing1" He grasped Noel's wrist, and for a moment the two struggled desperately. Both were about equal in strength, but Wil fred bad the advantage of being fresh, while Do.n felt the fatigue induced by his exertions in the game.


4 Each h!ld the other by the throat with one baud. Ir tis right Noel held a cruel dirlc knife, while Dar grasped the wrist to prevent the wea por. beicir used. Ada Hetherington covered her eyes with her bands to shut out deadly struggle. She knew tbe murderC'us nature of Wilfred Noel, and shi> feared for thP life of the young fellow with the blue eyes which had looked iuto" hers with an expression that no mAiden could mistake. Dan Manly loved her and she knew it. "Let go of my wrist and 1'11 send-you tc per dition," hissed Noel, scarcely knowing what be said in bis auger-insanity. "Not much!" was Double-Curve Dan's reply, hraathless as ho felr, that his strength was giving C1ut. The ball game had been a tremendous strain npor. bi:n-e,en more than he knew. Bot. Hetherington was dancing around the combatants, anxious tc help Dan m some way, but unable to do so, so quick were their move ments. At last, with a mighty effort, Noel released bis knife-band from the young pitcher's grasp. For an instant1 the knife flashed in the air. Ada screameo, and Bob_ rUBbing forward threw himself between the struggling men. Fatal movement! The lad receivlld the blow a' the tragedy was complet.ed. For a second all stood spell-!x>und. Then bounded away, and dashing around the corner was gone. The escape of the murderer aroused Dan to action. He sped after the fugitive but Eoon re turned. Noel had but escaped for the time being. He would soon enough be in the law's grasp. As the physician who chanced to be present in the tlmmg announced that the bright young lad was indeed dead, Ada Hetherington arose from the body, where she hnd thrown herself in the first transports of her grief, and raising her hand said, with almost awful solemnity; "Heaven bear me! I will devote my life to bunting down my brother's murderer!" 'J1he gathered crowd stood back in silent re'J)OOt tor her grief, and to her fervent oath, many responded a heartfelt "amen I" Double-Curve D1t1, who had come back un observed by her, took her band in hiR, and added earnastly; "And Dan Manly will belr you to the end." She pressed bis hand gently, and DoubleCurve Dan felt that be had entered her service for life or death. CHAPTER III. THE GUEST OF CHROMO CASTLE, DOWN on the docks along the East River there was a quee1 retreat. It was a large room under the wharf whereon big bales of cotton, hogsheads and miscellaneous freight pertaining to the business of a wholesale dealer m southern productions were constantly stored. The room was not the sort of place into which a stranger would come to venture even if he could find bis way to it, Built on scantlings nailed across the piles that supported the wharf, it waved backward and forward as the tide surged against the heavy timbers, and gave its occupants the sensation of being on ship board, What light it got in the daytime was derived from a small window facing the river, that was always carefully shuttered both inside and out side before a lamp was lighted within. But few persons were in the secret of the room's existence, and they were sworn not to reveal it to any one else. There were several means of reaching this place, all of them being carefully veiled. anrl so arranged that no one suspected their ieal The door of the room was on the side away from the river, so that when it was opened peo ple passing along in boats would not get even a glimpse of the apartment. It was night; the room was carllfully secured, both window and door being fastened, and not a sound could be heard Sil Ve the wbistliug of the wind among the and the angry lapping of the waves against the rotting timbers. The old 1hantf rocked more than usual, for it was a wild mgbt, though in the middle of summer. A hrazier, with a coke fire In lt, stood in the cento" of the room, the gas escaping by a pipe tbMugh the wall Hanging over the fire, though the atmosphere of the place was alieolutely lltitling, wa1 an old woman. Net old In years, for probably her age was Double-Curve Dan. not more than half-way between tbirty and forty, but" constant struggle wih poverty and an acquaintance with the shady of life from her cradle upw'lrd, bad hardened and wrinkled her features and put gray hairs into her head long before the proper time. Sile held ber long, thin fingers over the brazier, and slowly rubbed her bands together, as she muttered: "How the old place shakes! Shouldn't be surprised if it was to break down completely and tumble into the river. Well, and a good job if l went with it! That would be an end of all my troubles at one plunge." She rocked herself to and fro on the low stool upon which she sat, and continued her soliloquy: "Wonder where the boys are1 It is terribly lones o me here to-night!" A blinding flash of powerful that it penetrated even into the, 111terior of the shanty, seeming to come through the solid walls, for its occupant would have declared there were no chinks-startled the woman, Almost simultaneously the thunder rattled among the piles with a tearing sound, as if up rooting the very bed of the river, then settling down into a sullen roar and finally dying grumblingly away. "My! What a night! Mag Mullins, you would bt. in pretty shape if this old place was tc bE. struck by lightning! 1 wouldn't so much mind being drowned, but I never fancied light ning--0r thunder!" Another flash and another, with an accom paniment of thunder grand enough to awe peo ple sitting in solid brick houses, with plenty of friends near by to help them keep up their courage. To this lonely woman, cowering in a crazy shanty, it was like the crack of doom. Now the rain. that had apparently been waitiag until its electrical advance guard had time enough to announce its coming, came down in a solid sheet. It pattered on the wharf over the shanty for a few seconds, and then came through the numberless holes in the boards in that seemed as if they would wash the shanty intri the river. "Ahl You may rain!" muttered Mag, apos trophizing the elements. I ain't afraid of rain. The roof of the old house is solid enough, and the wateroice-a man's voice, strange to her; "Open the door, in mercy's name!" She did not answer, only gripped her heavy iron bar the tighter. "Will you open this door1 I must get in. If you don't open I'll batter it down I" A sneer curled the lip of Mag Mullins as she listened to this threat. She knew that it would take more strength than that possessed by one man, unless be were provided with a sledge hammer and a crowbar. This stranger, whose voice indicated anything but excessive vigor, was not much to be feared. "You just stand out. there and k::ock, and I'll take a look at you in the mean time," mutUSred the hag, as she walked leisurely across the floor to what looked like a small cunboard near the door. The cupboard was locked, but she drew a Yale key from her pocKet, and in a i;econd bed the door wide open. The impatient knocking continued outside, and tho voice of the visitor had changed from threatening to pleading again. "Let me in. You need not be afraid. I'm all 11quare, and I'll pay well for my lodging." Must think we keep a bo&rding-house or hotel," was Mag's Inaudible comment, as ahe stepped inside the cupbo&rd. The contents of the cupboard were not like those of ordinary places of the kind, There were no CUJIB, saucers dishes or cook lng-utemils, nor Indeed anything to indicate that it was the storehouse for belongings of a thrifty housekeeper. It was entirely emnty, save that a ladrler fastened to thP. wall 1;ave perpendicular access to a gloomy cavernous place above. Mag Mullins entered the cupboard and clcsed it after her, the spring-lock having 11 handle inside by which she could release herself. The thundP-r, lightning and rain continued as. furiously as ever, and still tbP stranger knocked at the door persisrently, as if determined to get in at whatever expenditure of time and patience. The old woman, though in pitch darkness. climbed the ladder withOut hesitation, and put, her head into the black bole above the ceiling. Then she leaned cautiously forward over th& crazy rafters ai;id opened a small trap in th& wall. Putting her head through she was able to look. down immediately upon the person outside th& door. He was standing on two planks that formed ru bridge from a dark passage that ran between tbe piles and under the wharf for miles for anything that showed to the contrary. This was one of the means of approach to> Chromo Castle, as its owners had christened it, with grim facetiousness. Beneath the two creaking planks the river boiled and surged like an angry thing, and seemed as if it would tear into its bosom every living being that ventured within its sound. The ram streaming through the interstices of the wharf had made the planks so slippery that; they formed but a precarious footing, and the> stranger held desperately to the rude hnndle 011> the door of the shanty. He was a young man, and bis clothes though now stained with mud and rain, and torn 10> many places, were well-made and of good material. "Swell in trouble, for a dollar." thought; Mag. "Well, I can't help it. We don't wan1; to have the police bunting around until they drop on this crib. Cbromo Castle is an exclusive residence, and we want to keep it so." She was just about to withdraw her head and close the trap, more especially as the rain was. no respecter of persons and was pouring uncomfortably on the back of her neck when her ear caught a slight sound in the dark passage under the wharf. "Hello! What's tbati" sl!te muttered. 11 Som& of the boys, I suppose." A shaft of white light shone from the iiire rior of the passage upon the wet boards of the plank bridge adding but a feeble glet1m to the continuous pfay of the lightning, however, and then the sound of footsteps was plainly audible to her. She ran rapidly down the ladder and feeling in a corner of the cupboard in the darkness. grasped an ordinary that hung to a piece of wire. She gave the spool a sharp tug, and then climbed up the ladder again, so that she could look throu11:h the opening in the wall. The Sp<>

was her retort. "I knew it was all right or I wouldn't have shown myself. Still, if tbe club wants to fine me the ten cents they can take it <>ut of my wages, an' I guess I can staud it." "Quit yer gassing an' come down nu' let me in. We'll take tbjs ro<..ster in an' see what be has to say for himself, anyhow. If we don't like style, why we can just give him a cold bath, :nft e r we have cut bis neck, an' that'll end it." .Mug hurrie d down, securely fa stening tbe lit tle door in the wall first, and shut.ting the cup Loard by its spring Jock as sbe l ef t it. A heavy iron bar and three bolts sectired the doC1r of tbe castle, wbicb was made of two thicknesses of oak, studaed with large iron rivets at r egular inter vals all over it. The hag"s nimble lingers soon shot back the bolts and removed tbe bar. Sbe flung tbo door wille open and tho young man stRggered in, closely followed by the big man, who was known to tbe associates as Billy th<> Buffer. The latter assist e d Mag in the door and t.ben turned to look at the stranger who had thus, under such peculiar circumstances, found bis way into Cbromo Castle. The young man bad fallen on the floor in a -0.eadly faint, bis face looking like that of a eorpse in the dim light of Mrs. Mullins's coal-oil lamp. Billy the Buffer turned his bull's-eye on the unconscious featur1111. One glance and be started back in amazement. "By the great horn spoon, it is Wilfred Noel, the pitcher who wouldn't play the game to-day!" CHAPTER IV. IN HIDING. BILLY THE BUFFER stood for a moment looking down at Wilfred Noel with anything but a favor11ble expre3'ion. He could have forgiven crimes of the ordinary "kind, such as burglary or arson, but a man who would deliberatefy betray his ball dub was almo5t beyo:1d tbe pale of mercy. I've ll good mind to give him one,'' be mut;.. tered as be drew a bowie-lmife from its sheath up his left sleeve and felt its point caressingly with his fingers. "Wbat's the matter, Billy?'' interrupted the old woman. You are not going to cut him before you know what be is here for, and with OUt giving him a little show, are your' "None of yer durned business," was the surly reply. "I tell yer I saw this duck l eave the field to -day an' go an' hide himself in the grand stnnd when he ought ter have been in the pitch er's box .'' "Wbat of that?' If be didn't want to play I don't blame him for not doing it. I wouldn't nave done it myself." Billy tbe Bulfer looked contemptuously at Mag. ''Of course What do women know about base-ball, anyhow? But we'll hear what ha has to say, if he ever wakes up." Here he gave the prostrate figure a vicious kick. "What's-the-matter?'' feebly murmured Wilfred, as he slightly turned. "Why you're a-" "Hold on, Billy. You needn't he so fresh," interrupted toe hag, as she knelt down by the side of the young man. The burly ruffian drew back his foot as if to Jdck her w1tb bis heavy boot, but thought better of it, and, putting bis bands in bis pockets, stood regarding her in sullen silence. She went to a small trunk the,.t stood in a dis -tant corner, and unlocking if drew forth a bottle of brandy which she placed to the mouth of Wilfred Noel. The effect of the treatment was soon apparent, for be sat up ou the floor, aurt in a few minutes was able to arise and seat himself upon the stool the brasier. The storm had by tbis time subsided to a con extent, tbougb occasional mutterings of thunder could be he11rd, while the rain had .almos:t entirely ceased. You are sure that door is secure, are you .not?'' asked the young man, as he looked wildly -from the old woman to her companion. "Cours<> it is. What's the matter with yer1'' -0.emanded Billy. "Now, just tell us what you mean by disturbing resoectable people late at night, like this, or I'll fire you into our back yard." Back yard 1'' "He means the river," explained Mag. "Ohl" HR 1 hal ha!' laughed Billy the Bufi'er. "' l tola you when I first came to the door that Double-Curve Dan. I was square, and I am," said Wilfred Noel, with a curl of his lip. "Prove it." I will. Come forward." Billy the Buffer anci Mag Mullins stepped in front of tbe young man, as he crossed his arms and taking the man's right band and the woman's left, pressed them in a peculiar manner. The Bulfer started back in amazement. "Why dirtn t yo u give us the grip before? I hadn't any idee-" "Of t'Ourse you hadn't. But you know it is one of the rules of tbe Order not to use its grips, s igns or passwords save when absolutely neces sary." Seems to me that it was necessary for you to do it when you were standing out there hardly able to keep yourself from dropping into the river," remarkedMag. "No, because I knew that some of the boys would be along before many minutes had pased and I could afford to wait." Wby ilid you try so hard to make me let you in, then, when you hadn't any password on your lips, or a sign to give me?'' I just wanted to test you, for one thing!" "You can test all you've a mind to, but you' ll never catch Mag Mullins going back on her oath, now, I tell you." The old woman bridle d up as sbe spoke. Wil fred Noel bad touched her on a very tender spot, for above all things did she pride herself on ber loyalty to the society of thieves and murderous rascals that bad its New York 'headquarters in Chromo Castle. "That's all right, Mag. You dirlu't open the dorir, an' no damage was done. Plty you can't keep your mouth shut as well as the door," grunt>d Billy. Bill Crancb, I don't want none of your slurs," retorted the woman, sharply. "You just 'tend to your business, an' let me alone." Ob, well, you neerln't get mad. I didn't mean nothin'. Only a little fun." "Billy the Buffer or Bill Crancb, as Mag had called him spoke apologetically. Big as he was, be did not care to provoke tbe virago too far. "Well, I don't lik e your fnu, so stop it," she said, as she brought forth a coffee-pot from somewhere and put it on top of the coke fire. Wilfred Noel was shivering in his wet clothes and was keeping as closer to tbe brasier as possible. "How are things in Albany with the boys?'' asked Bill, looking curiously at the young man. "Still." "N0tbing doing, eh?" "No, hut tbere are one or two plants nearly ready. I suppose they will be worked in tbe course of a month or two?'' "Banks?'' Wilfred nodded. "Much in it!" One should be good for three hundred thousand, and tbe other for half that." In it yourself?" "No," curtly. ''I didn't mean no offense," saM Bill "I thought you migbt be. That sort of work pays better than plar.iug ball, I should tbiuk, though in course it ain t quite so safe." "I am going to stay here for a while." In the Castle?'' "Yes. "Wbyl In troubler "Yes." What kind? Tbo;;e impudent police been trying to interfere with legitimate business!" "No. Worse than that." "Is tbat so?'' asked Bill, drawlingly, as his eyes opened wider than usual. Wben did it happen? I see'd you at th9 ball-ground this af teruoon, an' I suppo8e it must have been since that.I' It was. Soon after the game Billy the Buffer fffe.ave utterance to a long, tbone:h almost inaudible whistle. "Wuo was the party! It wasn't tbat-tbat:voung pitcher that some of the boys called Double-Curve Dan, was it?'' "No, curse him!" the other, between his clmched teeth. I wish it was. I would take my chances willing)y if I had laid him out." Billy Cranch shrugged his shoulders. I suppose you know what he's done to you, an' I p;uess be deserves to be laid out if you say ro. But, I tell you, be does pitch a strong game." "Never mind about that. The party I-Iput to sleep was a boy-" "Aboyl" "Yes. Now don't interrupt me. I was go5 ing to tell you that it was an accident. I wouldn't have hurt him for a thousand dollars. But he got in the way of mr knife, and the first thing I knew be was gone.' "You'll have to tell me bis name if I am to help you in this thing, according to the rules of the Order suggested Billy. Bob Het.berington, son of Robert Hetherington, Esq., President of the H etherington Bank of New York," answered WilfrPd Noel "Bad!" remark6d Billy sententiously. "Decidedly dangerousll' said the young man. Do you tbink yon bad better st11y here?" asked Mag, joining m the conversation. The New York police are pretty sharp. and tbf'y come stumbling over CbromoCastle when they get down to a still huntfor you." "How can I get away, and if I .,.ere to go, where should I take myself?'' asked Noel, moodily. "Tba.t's so," acquiesced the woman. "I sup pos e you wiU have to stay here, and if there are signs that the place will be too hot for you we mu s t get you away by the iiver. Here, the t'ofl'ee is ready. Come and get a little lunch and you'll feel" She spreaci a cloth on the table. and soon had a much better meal than would have been expected from a casual glanc1> at tbe surround ings. There were seventl kinds of cold meat, canned fis h, etc., and a large loaf of new bread. This, with the hot coffee, made a very acceptable repast for a weary, hungry man like Wil fred Noel As for Bill Crancb, he ate as if he had not tasted food for several days. Tbe Order of which the pitcher of the New York Club bad shown himself to be a member was one of those associations that have been nearly eradicated by the police, but that are in existence here and there, formed by habitual crio.iuals for mutuRl protection. As will be easily seen, Wilfred Noel had another business betides that of ball-player. He bad heen with the New Yorks for only a part of the season, and his overhearing dis position had caused b1m to be disliked by his brother players, no one suspected that he was known to a select circle of pals by the title of "Steely Williame," and that he was rapidly acquiring for himself tbe distinction of hPing one of the most expert safe-blower)! in the East. Yet, such -. as the case. So far he had been lucky enough to escape the police. He bad been operating for a year, and though he had put through two "bank jobs,'' tbe authorities did not as yet suspect that Steely Williams, the bank burglar, and Wilfred Noel, the crack pitcher, were one and the same person. At least, he hoped they did net, though there was one Albany detecth"e about whom he did not feel so sure as he would ba'l"e liked. Noel. or Steely Williams, as we will call him in future. ate and drank mechanically as be tried to think out his circumstances and de termine what be was to do. Bad as he was be felt remorse for the death of the lad, Bob, though, even now he told himself that be would not have prevented himself from slaying Dan Manly, if be could have done it. There was evidently a bitter hatred in his heart for the brilliant young pitcher, that went bey<,nd the jPalousy engendered by the latter's success in the ball-field. Billy the Bufi'er looked s!Ralthily at his silent companion from time to time, but did not venture any remark. The big man stood in con siderable awe of the young now that he barl discovered he was nonP other then the iamous Steely Williams. He paid the tribute exacted by brains from brute strPugtb every wber<;i-even among thieves and cut-throats. Mag Mullins busied herself in supplying the wants of the two men, taking her own meal at intervals as she moved about. Suddenly the young man stopped eating, and his eyes took on the bunted expression that they showed when he stood on the plank bridge wait ingto get in. He was lis!Rning intently. Bill Cranch's jaw droppedt as he. too, listened "What's that?'' whisperoo Steely Williams. "Dirl you hear it'I" Thought I beard somethin11;," returned the Buffer, in the ame guarded toues, "but it must have heen the wind, I guese." Mag Mullins stepped to the door, plar.ed her ear it, and help up her. finger for strict silence. Then she darted to the table, blew out the light and softly placed an iron lid on the brasier. The two men sat still and scarcely brPathed. The next instant there was a loud and per emptory knocking at the door.


6 CHAPTER V. ON THE TRAIL, IN one of the finest mansions in that district of fine mansions, Murray Hill, there was mourning as deep as any felt in the most squalid t enement on the east side. A bed-room, luxuriously furnished, with soft laces and rich hangings to guard the Rlumberer fro m every stray breeze or too powerful ray of sunlight. In the center of tl.Je apartment a bedstead of ebony richly carved, with gilding h e r e and there to reli eve tbe ctead black of the wood. Tbe bed was O<'cupierl, but 1be sleeper would no more be disturbed by brPeze or sunlight, and tl.Je e legan!' e of hi s surroundings would neve r ghe h i m pliasure a;?;aiu. TbP cold, rigid form, tbat lay so still unde r the fine wbite sheet, was tbat of Bob HethPr ington, tuc pride aud hope of the rich man who sat weeping by hi s side. A kno ck at the door, aml a servant banded him a card, I cannot read it. I do not wish to see any body!" said l\fr. Hetherington testily. "Take it away. No, stay. Let me see wbo it is." He aroused hims elf with itn effort and ghrnced at tlJe can!. "Tl'll bim I will come down at once. Show him into tbe library. Tben come back and stay in the room bere until some oue e l se comes iu." while the girl was absent, tb e father knelt down at the bedside and gressed his lip s to the forehead of the dean. I\ hat he suffered was known only to himself. "He is in the liurary," broke in the girl's voice. "Very w e ll. I will go rlowC!.11 He aro>e from his kne

Double-Curve Dan. "Have your weapons handy and follow me come on this te>-nigbt, with my poor quickly," be said, briefly, without looking boy lying at home." around. Tears choked bis voice, and Dan Manly, in He tugged at the iron ring, but it would not the hope of divertmg bis thoughts from his grief, move. lt was as firm as if riveted to a rock. said: Uon, take bold and help," commanded the "Stoop down and go through tbe doorway, bauker. Mr. Hetherington. Our way lies ahead." "Be jabers, I'll do anything for a This was the last doortbey encountered-for Me heart is bruk, so it is, wid the wettin' l m a time, at least. Dan pushed it back into its gettin'," answered the little Irishman, luguhri-place, but of course-.Ould not fasten it, the bolt ously. being on the other 6.le. It shut with an ordi-He knelt down in a puddle of dirty nary latch, however, h'llid the bolt could have with a comical expression of resignation on his been shot, too, if he had known that a little arface, and pulled, with Dan, at tbtl iron ring. rangement of wire for tbat purpose hung in a A tug togetber, and then sometbing suddenly corner behind the doer. He did not know it, gave way, causing Con Joyce to sit down with and hence the door remained unbolted. a splash i:11. the poo of water. Dan walked along the passage in which they "Ow! o-wl Be St. Peter, but it's wet I am. found themselves, and which varied in hight, Ow! murtberin' houn's, why did I iver kim to sometime s bemg so low that they bar! to go toe counthry ouyhow1" almost on their hands anrl knees, and at other "Silence!" whispered Da, fiercely. "Help places being so high that they could nut reaclt me with this." the top. The ram had stopped, though the lightning At intervals they came to where the passage and thunder continued. It was just about tbe branched off, leaving two or three from time that wmred Nool-or Steely Williamswhich to choose. Tbo young detective never f!,ained admission to Cbromo Castle. hesitated at any of these junctions, but kept The banker now saw that the ir0n ring was straight on as confidently as if hi> had Jived in attached to a rou!ld, flat, iron plate, like the these underground regions all bis life. cover of a coal cellar, revealing a dark bole in It was very dark, for Dan had not lighted the ground, into which the water from the pud-any more matches after the second had burned die referreJ to above was pouring. out, but tbey had no difficulty in pursuing "Mr. Hetherington, follow me. Come, their journey. The detective knew tbe way, Con." and his two companions bad nothing to do but As he spoke, Double-Curve Dan squeezed him-to follow him. self through the bole and disappeared. Suddenly Dan plaC'.ed his bands on the banker The banker, without hesitation, went down and Con and drew them against the wall. arter him, closely followed by Con Joyce. They had just reached a place where two The three men found themselves in pitch dark-other places joined that along which they were ness, standing on a sticky, clayey floor. Thtlre walking. was plenty of room when once through the bole, "Hist!" whispered Dan. "Not a sound. Don't though it had been a tight squeeze to effect an even breathe for a minute." entrance. Foot'iteps wero approaching along one of tlte Dan reached up through the hole and pulled other pas0ages. They might be those of an en-the iron plate into position. emy; they could not be those of a friend. "The rain and mud will soon gather on it The three men remained quite still as the again," he observed,, as he felt in an inner stranger, whoever be was. came rapidly toward pocket for some matches, which he always car them. He was evirlently not afraid or attrartried in a si!Yer water-tight box. ing attention, taking it for granted that any He struck a wax match, and by its light one in that secret locality must belonir to tbe looked around him. fraternity, in whose possession it had been for The room in which tbe three men stood was forty years at least. about six feet square, and was nothing more He walked with a heavy tread, and whistled than a hole dug in the ground, with boards so'ttly to himsc!f. braced around the sides to prevent the earth A stream of light shot along the passage, falling in. It had evidently, in years past, been avoiding the three men standing against tbe a smugglers' retreat, and had con-wall by not more than three feet. tained millions of dollars' worth of treasure at It was unnecessary for Dan to warn the different times in its existence. banker or Con to get their weapons reacly. On one siJe there was a low doorway, not They each bad their pistols in hand at the first more thun four fPet in bight. It was closed by sounrl of the stranger's footsleps. a stout wooden door, securely bolterl. As the The light dodged and danced about, hut never bolt was on the side occupied by Dan and his happened to strike tbe place where stood three companions, it die! not take him long to shoot it desperate men, to whom discovery meant a back and open the door. deadly struggle. "You seem to know this place well, Dan. I "A bull's-eye lantern," muttered Dan. suppooe you have been before in your huuts The stranger came right toward them anrl for crimmals?" passed-passed so closely that be almost brushed "No. '1'his is my first visit. I learned of it against the muzzle of t1'e revolver that Con onlv about two hours ago." Joyce helc! pointed outward reacly to shoot any-,rWbo told you!" thing that might come along, from a Bowery The voung dt>tective smiled. tongh to a stray mastorlon. "That, Mr. Hetheriogton, 1 cannot tell you. If the man who carried the bull's-eye lantern The secret police would not long be secret if bad happened to turn it toward the It-ft as be they were not careful to keep their sources of passed, thus revealing the three mcuugailh't the information to themselves. I am sworn not to wall, he -Nould have been shot as cPrtainly as s!ly ';lnything about the, inmir workings of the that Con Joyce's finger was on the trigger of bis service." self-cocking rcvol ver. "I beg your pardon." Had tbis taken place we rdght have had a Mr. Hetherington was a man of the world, different b1le to tell. and he recognized tbe justice of Dan Manly's But bo did not turn. He walked straight words. ahead, and a. bis flashing lantern at last disap" Be jabersl this is inner workin's, sure, down peared, Dan aud his companions followed in tbo oondergrouu'. Faix, me own mother same direction. wouldn't kuow the face av me if she wuz here, The stranger was none otber than Billy the be the token that it's too dark to see anything," Buffer, on bis way to Chromo Castle, to wlliC'b put in Con. place, as the rc>a, whern he "I do; and I believe we >hall recover a Rreat could hear the lapping of the river aur! feel tbc deal of the money, too. I have very rrhable cool breeze blowing in his fare. information. He stopJX'(I a minute to reconnoiter, and tbi>n, "I don't care so much ahout the money if I satisfied that all was safe, Jed tne way to the can only get those title-deeds. They represent plank bridge so cften mentiouecl in these a large part of my daughter's separate forlune, aud I do not want to risk it in any way. You Now. Mr. Hetherington, I have reason to know she is the defendant in a smt brought by believe that those papers nml most of money a powerful corporation, to claim a whole block stolen from the Hetherington Bank of New in Nf'w York City which was left to her by her York are in this sbantv." mother's uncle. If the deeds are lost, it will Well?" J?ive the corporation an adv&ntage that we ean "we must obtain entrance by strategy, if ill afforrl. Nothing but these peculiarl:v imporI possible. Failing tbnt, hy f(,rC'e." taut circumstances would have induced me to "You can dep.,nd up(>n my doing my best. 7 The scoundrels!" replied the banker, grinding his teeth. An' I'll kill every one of the murthlll'in' spal peens if I ever git me goon p'inted at 'em," added Con. They walked across the bridge and Dan knocked at the door. This was the knockmg th"t so disturbed the occupants of the c;astle, especially ::)teely Williams. CHAl'TER VII. THE SHOWER OF FIRE. THE three persons in the shanty scarcely breathed as the knocking at tile door was repeat ed again and again. Let us in or we will make it tbe worse for you," C'ried a voice that caused Steely Williams to clinch bis fist. It was tbe voice of Double-Curve Dan. Then all was silent. The knocking ceased and no one spoke outside. What does that mean!" whispered Billy the Buffer, hoarsely in tbe old Her only reply was to clutch bis arru Ill token of silence. "Trapped. like rats!" hissed Steely Williams, os be his dirk-knife and held it ready for action. "Yes thev mean mischief," said l\Iag iu the same gt;arded tones. "They are not quiet for nothin!(." "Better go up and look out, l\Iag," gruntom Bill. Without another word the hag <'limbed to her pest of observation in the cupboard and took an observation of the bridge. It was empty! She looked for an instant down at tltc water, glimmering in the reflected lii.-;bt of the ru_oon which baly away and left a 111ost beautiful behrnd it. Wem" gro.wled the Bulfor, impatiently. "Shut up!" commanded the woman, looking inside for a minute to say the two urds, an r my part. It's too dnrlll'm on BrnaclwnY nt n hour in th, after noon. Titnt's m.v style," Billy tbe Buffer, with a grin. "\Y!Ju's tlie tbircl?" asked \\"illfoms. "C'onhln't S<'P, exn<'tly. He hns whislo11t jttlwrs!''1 "I don't know who be ran he. Pr,>\1:1rl.\' some one to h P lp the other two. Bnt "bat's the next tliin" tl) rlOlll'"111 "To !?:Pt n" ay by boat. I !!:UC'ss." l't'pli, d "How sbnll ;, ('!!:et to itl \Yb1re is th1 h11at?" u It's hnnginl! <.'k1se up nuder tbt.> thltll'." nu swerf'd Mag. C'onH"' "'Vb.v C'an't -.w j?.O thr hrid!!' n11d get out by the pnsAAgP!" ask<'rl Rill C'rnnrh. "Aull b<' fronl helow R$ RS Wl:) J,!Ot the door opeu," 'nrered the w111nnn. Don't yon know thnt those P'Ople are here f,,r Willinms, nnd thnt they know t'\'<'TY ><'t'l't't about, CbronH> Cnstle?" How tlid thPy find it outl" nsk,>tl Rill. with a suspicious glnnre at MQg.


8 Double-Curve Dan. :'be woman picked up the iron bar that she head to show above the floor as she pulled the It reached the thick oaken wall, and then h ul taken in her band when Steely Williams trap-ciu a portion of the flooring and exposed a was hung by means of block and tackle irnmeMag. liol" -und apd letting herself Bill, as he marle anothP.r mighty attempt to "You villain!" tbrougti the bole after' him with much more propel the boat from the shanty. "And b11.s ruined my cbAnces with her forease tha.n bad characl.erized bis movements, in Another tug and still thP hoat went doggedly ever. Bnt tbat is not all. You have interfPred spite of ber being a woman, she allowed her back to the Spllt from which it had started. with my business in several ways. When I re-


Double-Curve Dan. 9 fused to pitch for the club it was because it ly and comfortably, a::id I Lelieve he would "Yes father." ,i;uited my rather strike a calm than a gnle at any time. Lisa had been educated in New York acade-"Doubtless,' uhserved Dan. Not that be is not a good sailor and a brave m11n1 my, as the young men afterward learned, and "Yes, and then you bad to come in, with but he does not believe in wearing l:.imself out.' bore no trace of a Dutch accent on her tongue. your ridiculous curvesanJ do your best to make "De Ruyter ahoy!" sung out Lionel, in obedi-Dutch cbeeside where he had -am known to my private friends as Steely Wi!-aboard by tbemselvesi if they cared to. put it after taking a few whiffs before supper. Iiams.'' "The same old Johann,'' laughed Worth. "Well, myuheer, suppose we go on deck and "You!" said Dan in utter astonishment. "Never catch him exciting himself. But he is have our smoke,'' suggested Dick wbeu Lisa had ".Yes, I. And now, curse you! that I have a splendid fellow at heart, all tbe same.'' cleared the table and disappeared through the told you my secret, you !an take it with you to The two young men climbed the ladder that narrow slip of a door opposite the stairs by "the other world!" hung over the side, anO. walked along tbe wellwhich she bad entered. Steely Williams strengthened his clutch on scoured deck to the little hatchway, 'ith its "Yaw!" acquiesced the skipper. Dan's throat with bis left band, and raised his narrow stairs that led to the captain's cabin. I The wind was getting fresh ns tbe -dirk with bis right. "Seet down," was the welcome accorded by ed the deck. Tbe river "Vas dark, and the hghts Before the hlow could descenrl, there was a mynbeer as the two young men stumbled down on the New York side : ;leamed fitfully as violent agitation nf the boat, alld the next in-the stairs and shot head-first into a bunk on the wmd caught them, ot, when they were lD stant Steely Williams and Double-Curve Dau opposite sid'3 of tbe little cabin. houses, as the people passed to and fro m the were in the dark, muddy water, siukiug-smk-.. Thanks!" said Dick. rooms. ing, tbe former still clinging to the dete, tive's He and Lionel laughingly extricated them"G-Oing to be an ugly night, I'm afraid, capi;broat with tbe determmation of a most despeselves from tbe bunk and took seats on a locker, ventured W ortb. rate hate. Mynheer Van der Straten smoking composedly Yaw." at a short clay pipe tbe while, quite undisturbed Mynheer Van der Straten was not in the least CHAPTER IX. ON BOARD THE SCHOONER DE RUYTER. WE must go back to the afternoon when Double-Curve Dan so hastily left Lionel Lacey nnd Dick W ortb to follow Ada Hetherington -0ut of tbe Polo Ground. The two young men wat.cbed the new pitcher until h1> disappeared through the gateway, having no idea of the tragic scene that was enacted just outside. "What do you think of him, Lione11" 11sked Dick Worth. "Think of him! Why, that curve of bis is something wonderful!" was tbe enthusiastic re ply. "He can't be hit at all, I believe, as long ns he has a fair show." So I think. You and he make the strongest battery we have had for several seasons.'' "I suppose you will sign him?'' "If I can get him, yes. Though I don't know how Noel would take it.'' "What does it matter how Noel would take it!" exclaimed Lacey indignantly. I don't ,i;ee why' the club keeps such a fellow, anyhow." "You can't see everything you know, Lionel," 1lllid the captain quietly. "No1 of course not. The fellow may have virtues that are not apparent on the suriace. Well, Jet's go to the hotel and take a ,gtroll.'' "I'm with you.'' Tbe two young men went to the dressingroom and soon changed their ball uniforms for the ordinary dress of civilized life. Then they went out on the street by a private doorway, without hearing anything of tbe quarrel be tween tbe two pit.chers that had ended so terribly. They walked down Broadway and stepped into the Hoffman House, where the ball game was the general topic of conversation, and where there was plenty of praise for the new pitcher and condemnation for the man who had so shamefully treated his own club by refusing to play, and then trying to spoil the game afterward. It was late in the evening when Dick proposed that they should go aboard the schooner of a Dutcll fritiud of bis, who had that day arrived in the East River after a leisurely voyage from Holland, and enjoy a real Dutch supper in the captain's little cabin. ''I should like it ver;r much," said Lionel. "C'.ome alon;?, then.' Dick Worth knew his way about ever7 part of New York, and soon they were standmg on a wharf arranging with the owner of a skiff to put them aboard the short, squat craft, with the Dut.cb and American flags both flying from their peaks, whieh Worth point.ed out as tbe De Ruyter, Mynheer Johann Van der Straten, ma$ter. She looks as if she was built more for safety than for speed, eh, Dickt" remarked Lionel, as their skiff ran under her bows. Yes, Van der Straten does not believe in hurrying. He just likes to sail before the wind easi-by the aerobatic performances of his visitors. disturbed. He was anchored and moored lD a "Well, Johann, so ;rou've got back to New safe spot, and it mattered to him if York again, eb1" said Dick, the whole firmament were split wide open as Yaw I" long as bis schooner, De Ruyter, was not set "Good voyage?'' adrift. "Yaw." He walked up and down the deck the "Wbat did you bring with youl'' rolling gait peculiar to him, and silently pomted "Schnapps.'' to different parts of his vessel that he thought "That all!" deserved tbe admiration of his visitors. If the "Cheese." worthy skipper bad any pride, it was in his ship "Tobacco!'' and his dnughter Lisa. Mynheer nodded and leaning forward, puffed There was no one else on deck, save the two a cloud of tobacco smoke into Dick's face. men on watch. All the crew were of the same "Ob, yes, I see. It is good tobacco. Is that natiornlity 11s their commander. the kind you have brought with yout" One of them stood in the bow, lookmg ccn,, Yaw.'' templatively over the side into the It !s Mynheer seemed to be tired after his brilliant not likely that he could see anythmg, but his conversational efforts, for he sat back in his big gaze was as intent as if he bad been fishing for chair, wbich was screwed to the floor, and pearls. smoked for at least five minutes in silence, with As the three walked along the deck to the his eyes shut. other end of the vessel, Van der Stra-Worth was used to the peculiarities of his ten stopped suddenly and admm1stered a hea'.tY Dutch friend, and waited patiently for his rev-kick to something that looked m the gloom like erie to come to a conl'lusion. a coil of rope. Lionel Lacey was too much amused to say The "coil of rope" st_ood up, and showed it-anything. It was bis first introduction to a self to be the 1other sailor on watch, who bad Sihlon-pura Amsterdam Dut.cbman, and he cast himself down for a short nap. enjoyed the experience amazingly. Neither he nor the skipper spoke one word. All at once tbe skipper woke up, and rising Tbe sailor commenced to m11rcb up and down, slowly from bis seat. rolled across tbe cabin to rubbing himself where the square toe Joh11;in a certain little locker in tbe cnrner, From it he Van der Straten's boot bad struck him, while took two long clay pipes, sn earthen jar of to-the latter passed on, smoking as bacco and a queer-shaped, basket-covered stone as ever. jug. Tbe performance struck Lionel La<'ey as bemg Deliberately be broke several inches off each so comical that be burst mto a flt of laughter, pipe, filled them with tobacco, which be pressed of which, however, mynlleer took not tbe least somewhat tightly into the bowls with a very fat notice. What he bad done was a common octbumb and presented one to each of the young <'urrence on board bis ship, where he maintained men. discipline by prompt physical pumshment uf They took them involuntarily, and at a sign any neglect of duty_ from the host, put them in their mouths. Tbe wind had rapidly increased while the He gravely lighted a, and held tbe three bad been on deck, and the thunderflame to each of the pipes in turn, so that the storm burst upon them m all its violence. visitors were compelled to smoke. "Better be gPtting abbore, I guess, ruynbeer,'' To Dick Worth this was pleasant enough, but said Dick worth. poor Lacey was not used to smoking and he "Nein. Sleep here.'' bad misgivings that the Dut.chman's strong toMynheer Van der Straten laid his fat hand on bacco would be the death of him before he could the young man's shoulder and pointed to the get out of tbe stuffy little cabin. deck, as an intimation that they could be well Worth saw his friend's discomfort so he told providerl with bunks below. the skipper that he bad promised Lionel a real "We have to play again to-morrow, Lionel, Dutch supper on board the De ltuyter. but I guess we can sleep on board the schooner "Yawl Dot vas right.'' just as well as, and perhnps better than, in a "I knew thlit 1t was safe topromiseitwithout hotel beJroom. Let us stay." asking your sanction," added Dick. "Certainly,'' agreed Lacey, heartily, for he "Yaw. Lisa!" liked novelty of any kind, and he had never This last word, uttered in tones such as he slept on a tradmit-vei;sel before. would have used in ordering his crew to" furl "w-et!" grunted mynbeer, as the rain came foretopsails" brougbt into the cabin a young down in sheets anrl the ttunder and lightuinit girl that Lionel thought w11s the daintiest creahurtled through the rigging. tnre he had ever beheld. Sbo was about eighteen Dick w orth and Lionel Lacey had already years of age, and in her pretty face there was reached the gangway and were d0SCt'nding the still enouf!h resemblance to the skipper to verify stairs the cabin when -y-an der Straten, who1 his words when be said: sailorhke had takmg a last look arouo<1 "Mine daughter Lisa.'' before followiag them, shaded his eyes, as be Tbe young men 'both bowed respectfally, and looked steadf11stly at a rertllin wharf, were favored with a roguish smile in return. the rows of shipping, and r<'mark1>d, pos1t1v ly, "Lisa, give us some supper." but almost un

1 0 "Dere is dirty work over dere. River thieves. Vere is mein rubber coat?" "Thieves!" cried Worth, eagerly. "Yaw." The n with a shout: "All hands lower away der yawl! I go e s to take a hand in der foon." __ Dou b le-Curve Dan light had not penetrated into the shadows, and made everything stand forth distinctly. With a mighty effort Dan got bis head out long enough to sbout "Con!" "Sure an' I'm right-" "Here!" he was about to add, when Bill Crancb, with an oatb, bit the little Irishman in CHAPTER X. the mouth, and c ommanded him to be silent STEJCLY WILLIAMS MAKES A POINT IN THE Again Steely Williams, who seemed to have GAME. I superhuman streng th n ow, though be bad been WHEN Double-Curv e Dan found him self in so weak and fniut wben he knocked for admit tbe river, with the augry waters surging in bis tance at Chro mo Castle a sbort time ago, manears, and with Wilfre d Noel's (Ste ely Williams' s ) aged to fac e Dan under water. fingers still clutchmg bis throat h e realized that "No w, I have you!" be muttered, as he got he was in the tightest fix of his life. his r ight arm free His assai .lant did not seem to care what b e-Onc e, twice! be struck at the young pitcher's "Right under your fept, I guess," she return ed, c-oldly, as she looked at him with an expres sion that bespoke anything but a friendly re gard. What?" yelled Steely, stnrtineback as if he bad been stung. "Oh, what are ye r talkin' about, :Mag! Und e r his f e et! What r o t! Why, it's been caught by th e undertow and bas been carried out pretty near to Staten I sland b y this time." "Do y o u tbink so, Bill? Do y o u think so!" asked Steely Williams, with nerv ous eagerness. came of himself o.s l ong as h o got the bette r of breast thro:igh the water with that wicked Dan, and if he could s wim (and Dan knew knife. The n gathering hims e lf t o g ether, be enough of Steely Williams by r eputatio n to be thrus t his foot violently in the face of the aware that he was as much at home in the water wounded Dan. "In course I You put him to sl eep, didn' t yer, and y ou saw him go down, didn't y e r f 'very w e ll, then; if be dirln't com e up a g 'in, why, h e must have passed out with the current, and gone out t o sea. I don't se e "hat you are botherin' y e rs e lf about him for, anyho w." "The murtherin' villain I" mutte r e d Con Joyce to himself, as ho li s t e ned t o the conv e r sa tio n, and manage d to compre h e nd its purport. as on shore,) he did not make any attempt to He saw that the body sunk out of sight, and exercise his ability in that direction. waiting for a minute, found that it did n o t Dan Manly, however, had no wish to die in come up. such a way, anc\ thoug h bis bands were em"So much for the fellow that tries to play it ployed in keeping the knife away and in d e f end on Ste ely Williams," be muttered, as be pulled ing h i mself from Steely Willia ms, bis feet were himself out of the water and onto the plat-free e nough to use the m as paddl es. form. had to sustain both bimself and his foe, ''You've fix e d that roo ster, sure Steely, but and it was therefore nearly half a minute before I am afraid it will m ea n more trouble for u s they arose to the, surface. Durne d if Cbromo Ca stle ain't g etting pretty "Oehl You murtherin villain? Let go of hot for the res idenc e of law-abiuiog citize n s," me!" were the first words that struck tbeir ears said B ill Cranch, grimly. as their beads aros e from the water, "You t alk like a f oo l! Why isn't Chrorno A small platform, immediately under the Castl e o.s safe as any other pl1Lc e n o w tha t I've "West Door.i." afforded a resting-plac e for Mag put that f e ll o w out of the way?'' d e ruand e d Mullins and .1:1illy the Buffer. Both w e r e soaked Stee ly. with water. I thought you s a id that the poli c e were onto The explanation of the ir. condition was apparthe c rib?" P?t in M a g Mullins quietly. ent at a glance. Tbe skiff floated bottom up"Wbo said so?" grumble d Bill, ward. "No one. I gue ss I dreame d it," an s wered Everybody in it had been thrown into the Mag. rive r with Dan Manly and Steely Williams. "Guess you did. You're always a-dreamin' The woman and Bill had D1anaged to scramble som ething or othe r. Wis h y o u'd wake up long out on the platform. enough to help me get that b oat straight, and But wherewas Con J o yce1'' put the Castle in order ag'in. I'm a orderly Surely that wretched object that Bill Cranch man, an' I don't like t o have my b oarding house was holding with its bead Just out of water all shook up this here way." could not be the lively little [ri!iliman? Bill Cranch spoke with some irritation. He "Let go uv me, ye shpalpeen. Ye are drag-was w e t and uncomfortable and he f elt that ging the hair out uv me head, so you be he had been ill-used by s o me o ne, tho u g h he It was Con, and ver'? indignant was as the could not exactly mako up his mind b y wh om., big desperado held him by the hair at the edge "Well, I've made up my mind t o stay m o f the platform. Y e t if Cranch had obeyed Chromo Ca stle for a time until this y o un g H eth him an<;! r e le a sed his hold it might have gone erington j o b h!is blown over," de clarC'd S te ely. hard with Con. "So we may as w ell get in s ide and out of Bill gave a tug at Con's head and landed him, of the river. You neve1 know wbo is p okmg wet and flopping, like a gigantic gamy fis h, on about among the shipping out there." the platform. Mag Mullins seize d the end of the b oat that, "Now lie there, or I'll crack your neck," upsid e down, bad floated against the planks of g:owled Cranch, as h e g ave C o n an admonitory the platform, but was powerless to turn it over kic k. by herself. Con felt in pock e t to see if hi s r evolver "Give me a band here, some on e she said, w:as safe and r e membered tbat h o had had it in pettishly. his band whe n he w ent overboard. Steely Williams and Bill Crancb res ponded, "If I bad only fired it off just once I'd not and soon had the b:iat rig hted Then the latter have cared a cent, so I wouldn't," h e mutbailed it out with a tin can that was fastened to tere?. the seat, and pi c ked up the oars that the tide B1l1Cranch'sattention was up with bad not been able to carry out into tbe open the strug gle with Dan Manly and S teely Wil-river. liams. The former had seized an oar, and bii Con Joyce still on the platform, trying to adversary bad r elease d his h old on Manly's get bis daze d faculties into s o me sort of o r der, throat to grasp the overturned b oat. S t eely Williams, kmfe s till in hand, watching Both were afraid to move, Steely had thrown him to forestall any belligerent move on bis his knife-band around Dan's neck, but, thus part. situated, could not strike, more especially as Bill Cranc h, in a business-like mu.on er, ar-Dan had a ti ght grip on his wrist. rauged r he tackle of the boat, and so o n bad it "Surrender, Steely Williams or it will be the clewed up in its old place unde r tbe rafters o f worse for y o u ," said Dan. "I'm not alo ne. I the shanty. Now that Dan was safe ly sleeping have m e n cl ose a t hand who will arrest you, in the muddy waters of the Eas t River, and his even if I am not a b l e to do it," c o mpanion, Joyce, was a pnsoner, there was no "Le t them r.rrest me I don't care. This is necessity for the boat, As Steely had said, not a case of offi ce r and prison e r only with you Chromo Castle was about the safe s t place in and me. I have a personal grurlge a gainst y o u, which be could hide himself. and Sre ely Williams l etS nothing stand in the Strangely enough, no one thought of Mr. wal of his reve n ge. Hetherington. H e had been with Dan M anly It will mean tbe hangman's rope for you in and Con whe n the y were forcing an entranc e any case." from the platform to the shanty by m eans o f Steely did not answer. S ecuring a firmer the W est Door." Whe n the bras i e r f e ll tbrougb hold on the boat with his left hand, h e thre w his the hole he harl and in tbe excl'ing l egs around the b ody of Dan Manly unde r that followed, he bad slip pe d the memory water with tb'3 skill o f a prof e ssio n a l of every one. P erhaps Dan Manl y bad thought and threw his adversary backwnrd by main of bim, but if he bad, no one could know it now strength, so that hi s h ea d went undC'r wator. As for Con Joyce full of pluck as h e was, be Dan's hands wave d wildly abo ve the surface h11d been throttled, and banged, and kicked, and in his efforts to.get bis m outh out of the water. half drowned, and it was no wonder that bis Bill Craach and Mag Mullins were watching ideas were in a hopeless state of confusi o n. He the struggle breathless l y could not have told bi s own name without b es i-The brasie r that bad b ee n ov erturned by the tati on, and be was not sure that be was bis own woman whe n the "West D oor" was push e d mother's son, as he s aid afterward. open from b e low, lay on the platform. The hot "I wond e r wh ere-whP r e D o ubl e-Curve is by c J als lay by its side in a on the wet plat-this time," said Steely W111inms, with a hollow form, and gave Pnou g b to r e veal the forms laugh, as he watched Mng Mullins t' ollectiug the of Steel! and the dete c ti".e, as they tossed to I cok e into the brasier. prepuratory to putting it and fro in the water, even if the rays of moon-through the" West Door" into tbe Castle. Mag had finished her j o b of replacing the c o k e in tbe brasie r by this tim e 11nd now taking it by the two handles r eque s te d Cranc h t o s up p ort h P r behind while she carried it up th e sh ort, but p P rpendicul n r ladd e r by which th e "\les t Door" was r eac hed fro m b e l o w, and upon whi c h Con J oyce b a d beei:i s tandii; g when she show e r e d the h o t c-oal s up;.m hi s b e ad. In anothe r in stant Ma g bad r e ached the inte rio r of tl!e shanty end d e p ositet l th e brasi e r i n its o ld plac e wh e r e the fum e s co uld e s cape throug h the pipe in the wall. "All ri ght, Mag! askec! Bill Cranch in a loud wbispPr Sbe did n o t answC'r "What a s our old cuss she is," grumble d Bill "But i suppo s e everything" is Watc h tbie; fell o w, Stee ly, while I go up," he c ontinue d poiuting to C on. "He 's saf e enough was Steely nnsw cr, a s he stood' ov e r the little Irishman, knife in haurl, Bill Cranch slowly a s cend e d the perpend i culnr ladd e r, and was half through the trap, when h e utter e d a n e x clamation of surpris e, and maue a m o v e m ent to r etreat. ll:re h e could do s o something d e scend e d ith crushing forl'e upo n his h ead, and h e tumbling d o wn the step s and fell a sensel ess heap, upon the platform Th e n there was a m o mentary s c uffle over bead, a crash, a h eavy fa ll and-s il e nc e I CHAPTER XI. TBE DEAD FAC E IN T H E RIV E R. J OHANN VAN DER STRATEN sat p P acefully in the st e rn o f bis yawl, puffing a t his s h ort clay pip>, while two s tur d y marin erg r lie d th e o a rs Dic k and Li o n e l occupi e d plac es just in fr o nt o f the sk i p Puu in b y d e r s h o r e mynh eer, bri efly. "Der e is t oo m ooch moonlig ht." u Y a w s aid the s tr o k e n a r Th e boa t r n in b e tween tw o 'l'eSR<' l s thRt might hav e b e en cas t in t he same m old a s Van der S t rnt e n s squat s c hoon P r and th en, as the b oat swung aro und a gro up of g r easy pile s th e o arsmen r es ted a nd waited for fur th e r o r de rs. The s kipp e r smoke d s r e n e l y f e r s e ver a l with out sp e akin g his eye s m o'l'e d continual ly. s howing tbat b e w as n o t h atte nti'l'e t o bi s sur r o undin g s Pull al: be commar .ded suddenly, a s h e ste ered dir ec tl y for a wharf furth er d own tlw rh' er, wher e the re w ero n o vess e ls t o o b s tru c t th e way. H e n e v e r stopp<>d but b e pull e d fr o m a b e lt under bis large, 100 s e vest a I on!!', o ldfasbioned navy pist ol, which he examin e d car e fully 'Pretty good weapon, mynheer," remarked Dic k u Yn.w.0 "Old-far.bloned, tbouJ?b." 0Yaw .11 "Do y o u like it b etter than a re'l'ol'l'ert" 0Yaw." "May n ee d to use it to-ni ght? ''Ya w." "Ve ry w ell, th e n I irue ss I had bett e r look to m i ne," o bs erve d D i ck teki11g a s ix sho o ter Cro m his pocJ;:Pt Y n w "What have you g o t wit h y o u Li0u el!" ask e d D ick. N o thinl!. J did not tbink I should be in need o f a. wen p n n tonight." "Nn mor1' did I, but I always lik e l o b e prepared Eb mvnhe r r!' u'yfiw. Y o n vhns cnn't t e ll." h Tru e. mvnhe t r: hnt wl1('r P :rt> WP goiugf" "Wa it, :ul1 y o u vi1l seP tw n y "AH rh!'ht. I suppose y o u k11o w .'1 0 Y tnv." 'l'b e Dut c hman .nid thi \'l'ith nt nny a.snmpti0 n of s up e ri o r kn o wledge, hut s itnpl.r ns c o rrob o rating an indisputabl e fact. Soon h o h eld up bis hand ns n to l11s men to stop rowing uvere vns

"I don't know. It vas gone. I see von leetl" I lfJrbt, but now-" "lie shrugged bis broad shoulders as a sign that he did not know where to find the light that bad l e d him to seek for the thieves that be felt sure w ere in the vicinity and coolly turned the boat around that be might get back to his ship. "So much for this adventure," said Dick, putting bis revolver out of sight. 'Yaw; itvastoobad." Mynheer looked lovingly at bi large clumsy pin to! ere be bid it under bis vest, and tben nodded to bis men to increase tbeir speed. In a f e w minutes they were all again on board the D eRuyter. "Hist! What's thatf" exclaimed Lione l Lacey, as b e turned to look over the side of the v esse l upon the broad river glistening in the fitful moonlight. Mynhee r followed the directi o n of hi s fing e r, and then. with rather m ore hast e than usual, gave the orde r to low e r away rhe yawl a g ain. His sto lid crew did n o t exnress a n y surprise or Impatience a & this unexpectea c ommand, hut low ered away in the same maner-of fact way they carlied out all their duties. Mynheer Van der Str .. ten meanwhile kept his eye fixed on the river, smoking furiously from me. e force of babili. but evidently deeply interested in what be saw. The boat ready, be slid down a rope and took bis seat in the stern. e can both come, I suppose mynbeerf" questionPd Dick. "Yaw. Queeck." Dick and Lionel were soon In the boat, and then, obeying a sign from the skipper, the two oarsmen pulled vigorously down the river. The water was. still agitated as the r esult of the late storm. Tbere is always a stroni:t tide running now It was rather more no It is 1$'etting closer to the wbarf, I think," re marked Ltonel, addressing Van der Straten. Y .. wl" agreed the skipper, as be pulled or\ the starboard rudder liM and turned the boat a little n earer to the New Yvrk shore. A few minutes more of bard rowing, and then the objct upon which tbe eres of Lionel Lacey anj the captain bad been fixed smce the former saw it from deck of the D eRuyter was plainly visibl e to Dick Worth, who bad not been alille to make it out. It was th p 1/.efuceofu corp.e bobbin6 up and down over and between the waves. Some sailor murdered along the docks or on board some foreign vessel. and thrown into the river for the sharks, I suppose," remarked Dick. "Quite a common thing, I suppose, In your experience, eh, mynbeerf" 0Yaw." l The kipper spoke in his usual pblegmat'lc tone, tut be ke11t bis eye steadfastly on the dead face. "Easy! Backwa&1erl Dot'sright. Yawl" The boat was alongside the corpse. "Heavens I Look, Dick I exclaimed Lionel Lacey In wild excitement. "Double Curve Dan I" Dick Worth, as be uttered these words )Paned over the side of the boat and seized the coat that was 6.oating loosely on the water, and tried to pull the body into the boat. Mynheer Van der Straten, with rut saying a word, and still with bis short clay pipe between his teeth lent his assistance. With considerable etfort the body of the young pitcber was lifted into the yawl and laid fiat in the bottom, "Deadf" asked Lionel Lacey, in a choking voice, as the skipper gravely felt the pulse and placed his band over the heart. Yaw,,, There was sympathy and regret in the monosylla ble. simple aa It was, a11d in the round face garnish P d wil.h the hort clay pipe, could be read deep pitr for the young fellow thus cut. otf in the prime ol his youth. Many were tbe surmises of tbe two young men as to what concatenation of circumstance s had brought Dan Manly to a watery grave so soon afte r be bad been the actor In a game at tbectber end the city. "1 suppose we had better notify the police," sug gestP.d Worth. "Yawtn "There is an officer standing on the wharf over there. I can see his buttons glitteling in the moon-light. I It was Lionel Lacey who spoke. "Pull on," commanded Van der Straten. briefly. The offic e r stepped to the edge of the dock as the boat approached. "Where is the nearest police stationf" asked Dick. "We have picked up the body of a young man, whom we identify. We want him remove d to the station tor to-night. To-morrow we can try and find his friends." "Tboui;:ht y o u said that you identified him," said the officer suspiciously. "I shall have to take you all t o the station." He took his whistle from his i;ocket as he spoke and put it to his lipS'. "Wait a miuute b efore you whistle. We will all go with you. W e c a n soon show that we are re spectable citizens. This is Captain "Van der Straten, of the Amsterdam schooner De Ruyter. I am Richard Worth, Captain of tbe New York Base Ball Club. This is Lionel Lacey, of the same dub, and these two m e n are part of the De Ruyter's crew." "Who do you recognize the body to bef" "Daniel Manly. of Albany, and-" "Wba-a-tl" screamed the officer, forgetting bis Double-Curve Dan. 11 suspici ons and everything else in the intensitf, of I The officer endently meant :what he said. His ad his agitation "Damel Manly. Let me see him. miration for the young detective was unbounded. He jumped from the wharf to the boat, regardless 1 Dan fell back in the boat f!otter he bad spoken to ot the risk of such a proceeding, for he nearly w"nt I the offiC"f'. but another apphcot1011 to the. overboard, and kuee liog dow11 by the side of the re, bottle revived him, and b e ID the bot cumbeut figure said sadly tom of tbe yawl not troubling buus.,,f nbout any-" Gentlemen 'b e l eft me 'not more tban an hour tb1Dg as tb" two stmdy sailors rowed the ago and told to wait till he got back. H e went De Ruyter. on the hunt for a.certain crook, and be bad two other j What next!" asked Dick, as thfy rr ached the people with him. He must have bad trouble with deck of the schooner, Dan' having b een almost car them and thev murdered him and threw him in the 1 ried up the ladder by the two sailora. sea." I "BeJ," was !UY ubeer Van der Straten 's brief an "An hour ago you say"' remarked Dick Worth. swer, and bed 1t was. Y es, sir. told me' to go to the station and Dan Manly was completely exha!Jste_d, and when take otf my uniform, and come back." the kind-hearted skipper helped him IDIO bis own "But you are still wearing vour uniform. bed, and taking away tbe young man's wet clothes, "Yes I made two arrests of disorderlle s and I gave him a blue w o olen shirt to wear that woula. haven't had time to take It ofr. H e wouid have : have held two people of bis Eize. the young detec called me down on that, I know, for he was very I tive could only J?reSS the larg!,l fat band of mynheH strict about having his orders obeyed." In token of gratitude and fall mto a deep, refreshlDg I don' t understand you quite," put in Lion e l I sleep. Lac"j!!' "What bad b e to do with giving ord,rs tJ "Yaw, dot is goot. D o t young man v11l shleep you! now. Dot schnapps did it. "What bad be to do with it!" repeatea the officer. He then led Dick W orth and to another "Didn't you know that h e was a member of the cabin and. in spite of their protestations that they New York Secret S e rvice, and that he stood pretty must'j!'o ashore at once, so as to be near the _ball bifih in it, too, for all he was so youug1" ground in the afternoon, made them get each 1Dto 'l cert.ainly did not." a bunk, where they, too, were so,on asleep. "Well, you know it now. Though." shaking bis Then hP filled bts short clay pipe ag8Jll and went bPad mournfully, "it makes but little difference. up on deck for a stroll. and to eDJOY a smoke, as be He is gone and by the band of some one-horse told himse lf, though he hf!od st?pped puffingcrook that wouldn't be worth the rope it took to tobacco be opened bis eyes ID his bunk on the bang him." I morning before. "A detective!" exclaimed Dick Worth. "I should It was high noon when the thre e never have thought that, I knew h e was a splendid I and sat down to the breakfast that bad pre ball-play e r. That doublecurve of bis would have pared. Mynheer Van der lo.oklDi; co.ntent commanded almost any salary for hire." .1 ed and unconcerned as usual, laid aside bis pipe re "Yes, I know be was kind of gone on b11Se-ball, gretfully to partake of the meal with them. but I nev e r knew him to let it interfere with bis i Dan Manly f elt almost entirely recovered fr?m business," saM the officer, looking down into the the etfects of his I juries, bis strong cor:istltutwn pallid face turned straigb& up t o the moon that only requiring a night's rest to enable. him to re sailed peacefully in the sky behind a b eautiful cuper:ite from any strain upon him. fleece of cl o uds. \ Have I slept all these b oursf" asked Dan, ID sur Mynheer Van der Strat;n was kneeling by the side pris!'J when he l earned that it was past 12 o'clock. of the body, smoking bis piJ?e and apparently taking I xaw," answered mynheer, comi:osedly. no notice of the co11versat. ton, whil e his two sailors "We ll, l tb11nk you v ery much f01 alf that you1 rested on their o ars and stolidly waite d f o r orders. I have done for me. Had you not gone to hunt th9se. "Acb !" suddenly grunted the skipper. I river tbieves of which you speak I miiQnse. He thought of the falrloung i:irl in the house of mourning, and bow be ha promised to aid her ID securing vengeance for her brother's blood, a11d be to himself: 'Amen, with all my heart I" He could not talk about it, and be had not evez:


12 Double-Curve Dan. 'told Dick Worth and Lionel Lacey about the tr&gHe fully expected that as soon as his head was "Here, throw these at him," suggested Bill. that had been enacted so near the ball grounds, through the hole in the floor above him, he would "Her?'s hi boots. 'l'be skunk kicked them off in and ot which tbey evidently kuew nothlog. be attacked by the desperadoes in tbe castle, but he the excitement, aad we never noticed !Jim. That Lionel Lacey was stanoing at the edge of the determined that it be could only keep bis rigllt accounts for his sv.immiu' so easily." dock, trying to satisfy himself as to wliether the baud tree, he would make it interesting for his asStee ly picked np one of the boots, and poising it wearer of that blue print pron, who stood oo a <;Pil sallants. in !Jis haLd m about tbe same 11 ay that be had many or rQpe on the deck of the De Ruyter, was wavmg He thought of Ada Hetherington and bis oath to a time held the ball in a game, suddenly let it fly at her handkerchief t Wm in particular, or only to bunt down her brother's murderer. Thll thought of Con's red head. th., party in general. I her fair face, and of the trust s 11e baJ r e posed in A boot is not as a thing to throw ns a base-ball, "Shtl gave me a look that she CPrtainly did not him, made hi n forget all dnnger. Like a cat lle ran and Williams's aim, though true, was divert mean fo r any one else," he muttered just before up the rude ladder and in the Castle. I ed a little by tlle awkwaremg about a foot to the much older. Lisa! wllat a pretty Lame, I should the room was in darkness save for little light rill ht. like her to me catch a game." that came up by way of tbe West Door. Curse him I I'il catch him thi time," hissed The young man sigh e d heavily, as Dick Worth Dan looked hastily arouud in the gloom, but could Str-ely, as he took up 1he other boot and prepared took him by the arm and led him away, and bis l est not discern anybody. I to lauacb it at the escaping Jrighman. gllmce was at the fluttering hanrlkerchic f1 wbich Drawing bis revolver, and placing his back against "I'd giv e five dollars to Fe y o u fptcb him." ob st1ll might be meant for Dick as much as rnr himthe wo.11 nearest the river, he edgeJ along until ne served Bill Cranch, who hnd forgotrcn the peril in selfior even for Dan Manly, for th1t matter. reached the window. which tbey stood, and in fact, everytliing elre, in bis '' wish she had explained to me what th waving With a sudden movement he threw open the shut-'I interest in Steely \\ illiams's $kill as a n111rksman. of her handkerchief was to mean," h e grnmbler l, ter and Jet daylight int o the room. "I uill fetch," declarer! other, gritting his for he was already deeply in love with the pretty It w IS mltr ly em p ; y teeth. "I never saw ai:ythlng weigbin::! under ten Lisa. Dan ran to the cupboard by which llfag Mullins pounds that I coul ln't put just where I wanted it." Now for the passage 3gain," thought Dan, when hac\ been wont to reach the little lookout window He turned the b o o ; m er nnd over in his band tn the young men had d eparted, leaving l.Jim standln;; ove r the bridge. I secure just the hold upon it that be desired, end on the 1vhurf. "1t cannot be very far from bere, It was locked, but. D!ln easily forced the door with took a Jonglook at C.:on's head, bobbing up and but my i not as clear as usual, I nm afraid." bis knife. There was no one there. down in the moonh;;bt, a goodly distance away by He wal : rnd out of the w harf, and after a little "Gone I" Le exclaim eel aloud. "Every one of I this time. troulJle founJ th!lt in which the entrance : o the them. Mr. H etl.H:rington and Con I Where are Suddenly the boot went whizzing through the air underground approach to Cbromo Castl e was situth_e_y!" straight for its mark. :ited. Business was in full swing, and he bar! to Hastily b3 SParcbed every nook and corner of Con turned at this instant, saw the boot coming, nwait bis opportunity to find the iron plate, lift it, Chroma Castle, inide an. I out. and-dived. ar.d let himself iuto the bole. He dicovcrP.d the boat fastene d up under the Steely Williams's aim had heen true this time, He accomplished this at last, however, without flo or, and laid bare all the s ecrets of the placd. All for the boot struck thll water at the very pot o.-cu discovery, Onc e in the with the iron cover except one. The papers and money stolen from the piec l by the Irishman's head a few seconds befre. closed down, and be fdlt safe. Hetherington Bank w re no longer in the hiding-Nothing but bis droppiug under water saved J1i111 He felt in his pockets for weapons. H e found place under the !loo <-, to which Bili CrnnQh had rll-from a bl o w would J?robably have rendered that his clothes hac\ all b een carefully dried, aod ferred as the safe, and of which Mag Mullins bad him senseless, aml resulted m bis drownir.g. t 1at he bad not lost any of bis P 1-sonal possessions. sePmed to b t.he cuslodian. "Och! B e jn.bers. Ye are a fine < ne,"n<' splutilis was i 1 its place, and bis revolver, which Double-Curve Dan's brow grew dark as he stood tered, as he appeared on the urface and ; J iuwed that it h :1d bee n taken apart, cl eane d and in the C.:astle and realizebserved Steely doo r of the cupboard at which the banker was baugthe platform bv which be bad, the night before, calmly. "But that don't matter." inr, and kicking lustily. reached the "West Duor." "Not a bit." 'We can get there easily enough." declared 111ag. Without hesitation he seized a short iron bar, Exl\ctly. But what are we going to do with this "And we can B< on stop his noise," said Steely booked at the end, which wa< secreted 1be individual?" askPd Williams, kicking the body of with a scowl, a he showed his dirk-knife for a mo-planks of the platform, ancl which be had learned, the banker roug-l.Jly, in mere wanton crudty. ment with a significant movement. by previous experience, was the' key" to the West Ere could answer a loud splash was heard, Needn't do that, Steely. It's daugerous. I have Door. followed by an exclamation from !Jill Craocb. a better remarked Mag. HA put one of the bqr in the crack of the What's that?" exclaimed Steely. ''Has Cranch "What Is 11 t" trap-door, and by a sudden wrench forced it open. tumbled into the river?" "\\ e can take an early train at Forty-eeoond The door dropped, banging by binges on one side. Darn that Irishman I He's gone!" broke In the street for Yonkers in the morning." Dan stood back, revolver in hand, and finger on voice of Billy tbe Huffer, llith an oath or two at-"Well!" trigger. ready for an attack. tached. "When we get there 1'e know where our skllf Is To bis surprise, none was made. Where's be gone!" demanded Williams. lyind so anxious that old cuss in there?" Snould he climl> up to the bridge again and try to to keep out of it before," said Cranch iu injured I .. Take him with us." bring them out to the door there, retreating into tbe tones. "Tnk..-him-wi1h-us?" dark passage as soon as be had thundered at the .. You're a fooll" declared Mag. "That is what I sakl." doort Perhaps Mr. Cranch agreed with the lady. At all "But-how? We nevet' can do that, unless we The Idea seemed to be a good one, and for a moevents. he did not contradict her. want to bring up in a police-

Double-Curve Dan. 18: "B)" gracious! I see it!" brokE in BiJ\, slapping 1' "Wouldn't we? You'll see! Ha.' There's some-reg'lar dthriver, an' I kim here wid hack. bis tbigb. body at the door. Wbo is it, Mag?" reg"lar dthriver was some place or 1ther gettin Ob, you do, eh?" sneered Ma!'. Well, it isn't The woman hostily reached the lookout in the dhrunk I !luess an' they'll have me arrested very often tbat yn" can s"e anything." I cupboard, and for staiin' tbe hack, I s'pose, an' I don'tcare. Hur' Go on," said Stely. "Wby, it's Bill, back already. And he'sgottbe root dis". ed "\\"e are taking a poor lunatic to this private asycoachman wirh him." Con Joyce delivered himself of JO!Dt !um. You and Billy are officers, and I am a sister ot 'Good t Now, l\lr. Hetherington, you make the sentences in a perfect whirlwind of txc1temeot, and the patient going along to see that be is not ill-least nois" fr('m the you leave this placP, and taking Ada by the band, dragged her down the treated, and that the room he is to bave at the dSY it will mean-this!" "hispered Steely Williams, Eteps toward the vehicle. !um is comfortable anc.l well furnished. And I am flashing bis knife before his captive's eyes. Open Ada!" cried her ratber's voice. as having torn all broken up over my poor brother's affliction. the door, Mag." the shawl from bis face by a superhuman effort the I cannot bear to have eople lo king at him, and l banker. leaned out of the door and recognized his won't let anybody talk to, Lecau e it excites CHAPTER XIV. daughter. him, and makes bim much worse. Do you THE Bil'KER IN VERY BAD HANDS. Ere he could carry out bis intention and sprmg The three joined in a hearty laugh. and BiU "HERE we are," said l:!ill Crancb. from the hack, he was violently p_ul.led back, the Cranch. standingback a littlt>, looked at the charm He led in n man dresed in the ordinary garb of a I door shut with a bang, and Steely Wilbams bad ing Mrs. Mullins fro m heatl to foot, nud exclaimed New-Y vrk hackman, with a large envelop-air< ady mounted to ihe driver's seat, the rapturously: I iug him nearl7 1 0 his feet and a slouch !tat pulled reins and wbip and lashing the horses with all bis "l\Iag, you're o. daisy. that's what you are, and down over his brows. As if this were not enough mii.:ht drove the carriage furiously a:way. I'll have to make you Mrs. Cranch some clay, as o. concealment, he had a big blu" handkerchief tied "All ,right, Mr. .. This means more reward for all your smartuess. Yon'r" a ornament ii over bis chin into wbich h" bad sunk his features I trouble 1or you. Curse that lnsbmaD I I don't see to your sex. an' o. credit to human natur'." until nothing but the tips of bis nose and a pair of how we could have allowed ourselves lo be fool<:ly. low and I can't get him to tell me what he was out had placed eeveral miles between the hack and Bit!, wbat time does the first train go out to Yonfor.I' Murray Hill Be did not continue his fast gait kers in tbe morning?" ''It was none of vour business." put In }19.11:. long Order 'S an invalid," resumed Steely. "His mind Fortr.-second street. That certainly won't do. We and whose fidelity was assured by his being o. memIs affected, and we want to take him to the Central didn t give away where we were g"ing to take him. ber of the secret Order so often referred to in these Depot. He Is going up in the country for treatme1.t. to, that's one consolation. Hal I have it. We'll pages. You understand, I suppose?" just drivP strai1?ht out to Yonkers. OT a httle beyond. That fellow bas too much to say muttered Again the driver nodded. get the skiff, which Is always in its plac.e under the Mag, as Cranch disap1 ;earcd. "l'm afraid I shall "Well, take bold of him. And, Mag, you close np roL ks there and row across. That will be better have to pass him over 10 the cops some time." the house. Bill, help the driver with the patient." than taking the train, anyhow." ""hat do you say?" asked Steely o.s he shut Craoch and the d1iver took the banker by the He turned his horses which were both fresbkand down the West Door and luoked a.round quickly. arms and raised him to his feet. Be strugglea des good for more than the seventeen miles to Yon ers. "Nothing." perately, but bound as he was, could not help himt.ntl started them on their journey. "I thought I heard you say som .. thing about self in any way. Such good time did they make that it was stnr hondinit OVl'r. It I thou,;bt tliere was the l east Jn a few minutes t.e was in a close carriage, and early In the morning when the carria!'e rattld Iden. of treachery in your shriveled carcass. I'd-beingdrivPn rapid.y through the streets thrnu(l'h Broadway in that pretty little town, and I'?-have another dead person to answer for I" he By bis side sat Bill Craoch, with Steely William struck into the suburbP. hissed, savagely. and Mag Mullins on the opposite The shawl A quiet spot nb'"'e the railroad track was reached "I didn't say anything of the kind!" declared the still covere.l his tend, but ns an additional precau--a spot where the handsome residences were bidden. woman, sullenly. "I'm not giving away or handing tion against rescue, the blinds w ere pulled down behind shrubbery and large tree and where not a over anything. You needn't be afraid of me." clos e ly, and the back had every appearance of soul was to be seen at that hour in the morning. Steely look<'d at her for an from beneath being empty. Steely pulled up his horses and looked ttrcugh thehis black eyebrows, and then, with a toss of the Before torting Steely hnd instructed tbe driver to front window Into tbe carriage. head. answered: drive around the srce' S bv a circuitous route so as Bill Cranch was fast asleep, but Mag Mullin. kept ''I be: ieYe you. Excuse my bastv remark." to reach tl.e depot about "the time the train was to a close watch ui:on tbe prisoner, and at each of "9h, that's all right," was her careless response, start. It was n o t desirnblt> to have the patient in restless movements was ready to pounce upon him adding Inwardly: the 1tepot longer than c oul<,I be helped. with a short, l'teely Will "No, indeed. Wby,surse tbe fellow. He's stop bad not the can Inge been in such a lonely spot. iams, but the latter drew his ever-ready dirk and ping. And here's house. What "Shut your mc,uth, or I 'll cut it clean around kept his assailant at. bay. does it mean-I vow-Say, who is this driver? Is be tbe back of yonr ntcK." Sllid Stee ly, sternly. "Not so fast, Mr. Hetherington!" he sneered. safe!" "Oh. all ripht, Cap. But this durmd old woman "K ep off please!" Without waiting for an answer to his very nearly bored a 1 1 l'le in my arm." "You wretch I I will hang Y.OU before you are a Steely Williams burst open the door of the llack ana "I'd bcre 11 hole in your bead for two cents," re month older I" reached tbe sidewalk, just as the driver leaping tortecl Mag, who always resented being called an old Steely Willinms's only reply was a so.: donlc laugh. from bis seat ran up the steps of the mansion upon woman. At the same moment Mag Mullins, who was stand-the door-post of which swung the mournful black "Stop quarreling there. and attend to me," inter ing behind the banker, thrmv a loop ot strong and white crape, insignia. of the reign of death with rupted Steely. I am a little nervous about rowin[ rope over his hPad and shoulders. and, pulling it in. across tbe river, now in broad daylight. We don t tight by means of a slip-lrnot, held him o. helpless "Stop!" hissed Stee'y. know wbo Is on our track. Our boat would be seen, prisontr. "Sh top yPrself." wos the reply of tbe driver, in a and we should very like1y be traced right to the Vainly the banker tried to release himself. Every strong brogue. Phwat did re take me fer? Be ranch If we went across now." movement only maM.4Jje cord cut 11110 his flesh, gorra, l've cotched yez this time. sure.'' "Well?" queried Mag. while the woman pulled 1.t it and laughed tantaliz Come back, or I"ll cut you in two," said SlPely "Well, l think the best thing to do will be to lie at his efforts to escane, savagely, seizing the other by the skirt of bis Jong quiet somewhere until dark. Then we can get 'Throw him down if be doesn't keep quiet," sug coat and pulling him backward. across and be in the ranch In Jersey before anyone gested Steely, coolly. Indade an' I'll not kim back. Be jabera, it's not knows that we have even left New York" "You infernal villain, I'll-" Con Joyce will klm back whln yersel! orders it. now. "Good scheme, It it can. be growled'. A nod from the evil wretch facing him, and Mag cl'ye m vind," rephed the driver as be slipped out of Billy the Bulfer wbo was still smartm_g under thedextrously threw another coil of the long rope bis long coat anil thundered ai the door. injury Inflicted upon blm by the cbarmmg Mullins. about him, catchh1g him just bel0\1' the knees, "Curae He'll bring out the whole house!" I "It can be worked," said Steely, coolly. with the natural result of throwing him heavily to muttered Steely, aa be made a vicious lunge at the "Where shall we go!" tbe floor. Irishman's back. "I have a friend o. mile or two t>ack in. the ccun "Now, stay hissed Steely, bending down He missed his aim, however. and beyond slitting try, who will do anything for Steely" 1Jhams. H& to look Into his face, "until we are ready to take the jacket worn by the other and which, with the is an Independent old man, who cultivates his little you away." rest of his clothe, was still s0aked with water, did bit of land for pleasuNI me away! Where tof" no harm to bis Intended victim. "Uml" observed Mag, doubtfully. "Where to! Why, to a private lunatic asylum I Another bang and the door opened. "That la what people say who are casually AC Thnt's the best place for you," "Oh, Mis Ad;.hlt's yel'!lelf Is it! Sure the bloody quainted with hin_i," added Steely, 1lgni11cantly. "What!" the b'nker, as his blood seem molnded villains as your pap In that there convey"All I" from Biu Cranch. Pd to turn to Ice In his veins. "You would neYer ance, an' he' tied Uf-. an' they are goln' to murther The conersatlon bad been carried on.ID dare to do that1" him, an' I fooled em. They thought I was the whispers at te carriage door, ao that the banlter


1.4 could not hear it, though Mag took care to be with in easy reach ot him should lie make any attempt to escape. He s eemebjection by action or word, to his present trea& ment. "Now." Steely Wiiiiams w ent on. We will drive out to my friend's house by a quiet road that I know of. put tnis gentleman in the cellar, give the hors es s ome fodder, and take a few hours' sle e p In the e vening we can drive d o wn to the river a.gain in my fri e nd's covered wagon, and-" "And fo o l the who le crowd, eh! interrupted Bill Crnnch ecstatically. Exac tly." N o t anothe r "'ord w a s Mag and Cranch too k their places in the carnage again, and Steely \Villiam s to the driver's seat. sent tbe horses at a fast trot afoog ao uphill road into the c ountry. Up a l ong hill down into a valley, a sharp turn to the l eft along a lane wido;. e n ough for the c a "riage to go, up another hill and down into a hollow. There' s the house at iast," muttered Steely to himselt. A long low frame building, with quaint, old-world gable s and a tall brick chimne y at each end. like sentinels. A r o w of poplars swa.ved io the gentle bree ze in front, shaking their green l eaves and sending showers of silv ery water gathered from the rain of the night before. It was a peaceful sce ne, and it was d i fficult to realize that 1 t was the home o f a man at war with the law, as Stee ly bad intimate d To the rll!'ht of the house and somewhat to the rear was a barn, around which a brood of c hi ckens chirped and clucked, while a couple of. comfortable sows and half a d o zen young pigs grunted in a satis fied manne r in an adjacent liog-pen. Steely drJve up to the old-fashi oned front d oor, with its two solid wooden seats under the porch and called: 0Mat!" There was no answer. "Mat! Confound the old fool I He al ways was as deaf as a p ost, but he must have seen the C!lrriage coming. and he is not such a f oo l afte r all. He knows the look of it well enough, and would never mistake it for any other." .. Ain t he at 11omel" aske d Cranch, putting his head through the front window of the vehicle. I d on't know. But I soon will,"answered Steely, getting down from bis H e banged and kicke d at the door viciously, but withont any response from within. Must be out. suggested Bill, in an interested tone still with his h ead out of the carriage window "The old fooi l" ejaculated Steely. as summoning all his strength, he put his knees and foot against the door and pushed. There was a loud laugh from Bill Cranch; as the door suddenlv gave way and Steely disappeared headfirst into the house "You'd better not laugh too loud," was Mag Mul lins's warning. "He is in an ugly temper, and he uses tha t knife of bis quickly when he g ets mad.". Bill Cran ch laug hed s n eeringly, but be did not let S t eely William s h ear him. The dark-bro wed y o1111g man managed to strik<> awe into the oosoms of his companions without e ffort H e came t o the d oor after being absent a f e w min'!tes and m otioned to Crauch to get out of the carriage. Well, Steely, what "The h ouse is empty, but we will stay here till evening, anybo\v. '' "That's a good j i ke. We'll keep house for old Mat today." "Bring in old Moneybags. We must make him safe. Luckily I kno w this house pretty we ll and I -can soon find an apartment for liim where he can be undisturbed until we want him," interrupted StePly Williams, ruthlessly cutting short the Buf fer' s rapture s. "All right, Cap. Mil, kick him out of the car Double-Curve Dan. The house consisted of four rooms one behind the otber, oo the ground floor\ !'ith a l oft overhead, and the stone cellar under the .Kit'1ben It was comfortably though not luxuriously fur nished, and looked like the home of a comfortable farmer. The 1.itchen was imm' diately behind the sitting. room, and behind the kitchen were the bed-rooms The bed in the room behind the ki c h e n had evi d ently bee n occupied, while the fact that a iow fire still burned in the kitchen s tove, an.1 that there was a loaf of fresh bread, with but t e r and othe r mate rials for a meal on the table, indicate d that some one had slept in the house during the night, and bad taken breakfast previous to a hurried de parture. "Mat must have had some business in town to day, I gue ss, or p<>rhaps he just took a notion to go out in a hurty. He' s an eccentric old cuss, and is likelj, to do anything, if the fit takes him," observed 'tt light wood in the stove and "Mag, make .some coffee won't yon?" aske d Cranch. "We haven't had anything to eat or drink since )as t nil\bt, aod I should like to sample the old man's grub.' The lovely Mullins, in her ruatte r-of-fact way. did as Craoch requested, and soon bad a nice breakfast of ham and eggs and coff e e reRdy. "Take s ome do-wn to Mr. H.," said Steely, when the meal was ready. "I don't want to starve him, aod in fact I would rather treat him w e ll than other wise. It wasn't my fault that I killed bi bor,. It was all the doings of that infernal Dan Manly. Dul'ing these remarks, which were addre ssed more to himself to his companions, Mai;: Mullins pre pared a plate of ham and eggs, with bread and c nft'e e, and waved her hand as a sign that everything was ready. Bill Cranch, obedient, to the command of Steely Williams, took the food down to Mr. H etherington, and coming up. reported that he bad left it on a bencb underneath the one strongly-barred window ihat. gave a little light to the c e llar "Is he aud drinking!" asked Steely. "Yes, he is but at first he told m e to take it al\,aw:fi\>because e wasn't hungry." "But I didn't take no notic e I just planked it down on the bench, and pointed my thumb at it to signify that he could eat it or leave it, just as he to feel." He thought better of it then, for he walked up to the bencli and commenced on the ham and eggs as If be wanted to choke himself, washing it down with the hot coft' e e like a crazy mao. "Se n sible," observed Steely, sententioualy. "Se nsibl e eh? I don't s e e nothin' s e nsible in eatin' aod drinkin' that way. I wants to take my m e als li k e a Christian." The three worthies paid their respects to the ham and eggs and c o ffee in a business -Jilce way, and the n, the meal concluded, Steely Williams suggested that tbey sbould all take a sleep until evening, o r until the mysterious proprietor of t .he house came home. was given the rear room, and Bill Crancb and 8tely bre w themselves sid e by side npo n the b e d in the othe r apartment, which, as stated above bad evidently been occ upied during the night. Tire d out with the exciting events of the last few hours, all were sound aslee p within half an hour, the last to succumb to the wooing of the drowsy god b eing Stee ly l\'illiams, notwithstanding that he had b ee n more than any of them. But the consciousn ess that b e bad oowirrevocably forfeite d all'bope of winning the girl whos e purit y anrl beaut y l>ad made so strong an impression upon his heart; that she looked upon him now only as the murderer of ner brothe r, and that she was even now h e lping to bunt him to the gallows kept him awake and when at last be did fall into the slumber of utte r exhaustion, followed him into bis dreams, and made.his sleep but a successi'>n of ni!j'htmares Hour after hour the thre e slept, bill Cranc h snoring vigorously, .and e vidently ta'.lyed and the old man stumbling loto The c!o o r was secured m the manner indicated the room, threw himself upon the sofa just as he and a trap at the top of the stone steps, which was I was, cloak and hat and all, and asked for a drink of in fact part o f the kitchen floor, was sl.nt down and water. laatened with two sunken bolts. I The shutters being closed tho room was in &"loom, but Cranch, wilo had ne'lter met Mat before, saw that he was a little old maB. with a decided bump on bis back, and that be was not of avcry sodable dis position. "Get him water, Bill," commanded Steely Williams. Billy the Buft'er went for the water into the yard, where a pump ira ve promise of a cool draught. "Well, Mat, we have taken possession of the house but we are going away again at dark "Yes, I htard aoout you," was the reply in a wheezy whisper. ''The d euce you did l Who told you?" N ever miud. I heard it. "Your asthma is just as bad as ever, eh!" Just as bad," wheezed Mat, turning himself over on tho sofa, so that his back was toward Steely. You're good tor anumberofyearsyet, tLoughl,. said Stee ly, encouragingly. Ob, yes, I hope so. Durn your o ld picture. If you live six months I shall be surprised," was the other's comment, under his breath. "What's that?" asked Mat, "Nothing, l onl;ir coughed;' addmg to himself: By gracious, he isn't as deaf as he u sed to be, any how Didn't think he could h ear me whisper." Here's some water,,, interruptHd Bill Cranch, as he brought in a pitcher and handed it to the old man Thanks. What's your name?" asked old Mat, from his sofa, trying to wake out bill Cranch'e fea tures, apparently, in the !;loom. "Mr. !:'mith," replied Bill, with a laugh. "Mr.Smith! Ab yes; h opeweshallbecomebetter I have taken a fancy to you, Mr. :Smith Bill did not seem flattered by this preference of old lllat's, for he tried to withdraw bis band fro m the grasp of the other, who bad taken hold of bis fingers as he spoke, and beld them with a grip of iron. "Yo u shake hands pretty bard, Mr.-Mr.-Mat," said Bill Crancb. "You must have been very strong when you were young." "Pretty well-pretty well Mr. Smith. I guess I could hold my own, Mr. Smith." "And you can do it now, can't you?" put in Steely Williams. "Yes. Steely, I can," was the quick reply, given in a voice strlmi::ely free from bis usual wheeze "Craoch, go out to the stable and attend to the horses, will you! We must start before long, said Steely. "I will go dow n and see how our man is in the cellar. "What man!" "Ob. somebody who needs country air," ed Steely, significantly. "So I am going to take him to our summer re

Double-Curve Dan. ================================================================================================================================= "This is the g e n t l eman you want to er to Jerse y, l s it, wheezed Mat. Thts is the g entleman." "How are you g oing to take him? "Ob. I suppose we shall have to submit him to the inco nv e ni ence o f a rope and J?ag. I am s orry to b compe ll e d to adopt such extreme measures but his turbulent m a nn e r r end rs it nece s s a r y "You villain I shoute d the banke r. "What's that? e xclai::ied Steely, savage ly, balf drawing his dirk-knife. "Kee p coo l, my boy. keep cool!" wheezed Mat. u Haru w ords n e v e r bro k e any b o n es." r eplacing his "Ot course you w ere. But-see h e re. I have something b ette r tha n r opP, to faste n him. Wha t do y o u think of tbe s ef" M a t produce d a pair of nickel -plated handcuffs, and h eld the m t oward Ste ely "Hold the lantern a minute. and turn the lights on the m, so that I can show you how they w ork, -continu e d the old man. Steely took the lantern, and Mat opened the handcuffs and held them in the light. "Ain't they pretty?' "Ye&, v ery good. Where did y o u get them f" "Ob, I always keep such thini: s h a ndy. One n ever knows when they may be useful." 0 That's true. "Yes, suppose you get in a tight place wi t h some fellow, and you are afraid tbat be may give you trouble, why-L ook out f o r that lantern. h bas a habit of f a Uing apart. It' s pretty old. Take both bands to it." "How do you mean. H o w can It fall apartf" 1lowf" a sked the banke r, and striking her full on the back between the shoulders, doubled her up like a jackknife." "Arrahl now ye spalpeen, 1 thought as I c'n'd fetch y e z crie.d a cheerful voic e and C o n Joyce jumped into the cellar. l:lill Cranch in surprise, releaseoctor. BY ()APT. ALFRED B. TAYLOR, U.S .&. 191 Ruffalo Billy, \.he Boy Bullwbacker; Ot, Tbe Dornnf! Thirteen, 194 Uufl"Mlo Dlll'e Bet; o r Th e Gambler Golde. BY W, .J. HAMILTON. 68 The Red Brotherhood; o r Th e Twelve Avenpra. : 881 Ben Bird, t b e Cave Kina:; or, B i g P e t"' Scoop. BT FRANK DUMONT. 120 The Breaded II and; o r, Thf' Man o fMy1tery. 12? WlldFlre, the BoE. & Road 140 lUue Ulazee; or, The Brea k o' Dlly Boy e of Roaky Bu. Grand .. BY ()APT. MARK WILTON. 956 Tounar Xentucki or, R e d Lu&o. 2'Z'O Dllszard Ren i cir, The Rlo i ai C amp. 1189_ .Jooh, the Jloy Tenderfoot. BT BRAVEBRIDGE JIEMYNG. SP lland ltm; or Th e P e t or th e Fnmily 'jl:! Rival Atbletel. BY JAPTAIN FRED. WHITTAKER. 10 The Sea.Cat; o r Th e W ilc h o r Dllri e n U 100 T.Rnce'arnd Lall"O; or Th A C hildren o f the Chaco. lH ;i:t: 100 b: i o r Tbt1 Br o t hen o r the Plumed Lane .. 214 \\r olfca11c, the R o bber or Lhe Rhi ne. 249 Milo Uomer, the Animal King; or, The Round the World Wanderer ::f or the .. 195 Callfornla 4'oe'1 War TralL BY EDWARD S. ELLIS. 3 !:trerCRpthe. o r the Fro nt1er. 10 Nat Todd; o r The Fa\e or the Sloull: CApttve. 21 The Fro11tler Ancel. DB The Boy Mlner11q or, The Enchantftd Ietand. 182 The Jlunted Jlunter1 or, The Struge Honemaa. 854 'l'he Jlnlt'-Jllood; <1r 1 be Panther oft.he PJaln.t. fl'll 'l'he Huse Hunter I or, Tb St.e&m Pralrle Mmi BY .J. () ()OWDRIVK. 880 8llver-Muk, the Man Sff!t the 1'-lnic; o r F o r Se v en YeanDead. 420 The Deteetlve' Appl"entlce; oT, A Boy Wlthoa' Nam e. 424 Clbuta .John i <1r, R ed-Hot T i me. at Ante Bu. 489 Sandy @am, the Stree t Scou t. 8rav o. li06 )?a13fi, th e Prlntt! o f th e Road. 636 Broa4way Bllly'o Dlml

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