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The James Boys in Texas!

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The James Boys in Texas! or, A detective's thrilling adventure in the Lone Star state
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Stevens, D.W.
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Kidnapping -- Stagecoach robberies -- Jesse James -- Adventure stories -- Fiction -- Texas ( lcsh )

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l8Busd Wukly-By S~btcription 12.50 per year. Entered as Second Claaa Matter at the .New .York Po,t Office, by Frank Tou,1ey. 6. NEW YORI{, FEBRUAUY 1, 1901. "Hold!" The newcomer spoke i:n sharp, clear, authoritative tones. glittering barrel, and with the other he pointed to the repeated. "Who are youP" asked a cowboy. Price 5 Cents.

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SERVICE OLD AND YOUNG KING BRADY, DETECTIVES. PRICE 5 CTS. 32 PAGES. COLOR E D COVERS. The Black Band : or, 'l'he Two Jnng Bradys Against a llard Gang. An Interesting Detective Story. , l'old by the Ticker; r, 'l'he 'l'wo King Bradys on a Wall Street ns . Th~ Bradys fter a Mllllon ; or, '!'heir hnse to ave an Heiress. 'L'he Brady ' Great Bluff; or, A Bunco Game that h'alled to Work. I n and Out; or, The Two King Bradys on a Lively Cho.st!. '.l'he Bradys Hard f.'ight: or, After the Pullmltll Car Crooks. 'a, e Tumber Ten ; or, The Bradys and the Private Asylum F1aud. 'rbe Bradys' ilen't earch ; or, '!'racking the D ar and Dumb Gang. t) 1'he Maniac Doctor; or, Old and Young King Brady in l'erll. LO Held a Bay : or, The Bradys on a naming Case. l 11s Mystery, the Girl from hicago; or, Old and Young King 1Jrady on a Dark Trail. l2 The Bradys' Deep Game; or. 'basing the Society rooks. lB Bop L e. tile Chinese Slave D al r; or, Old and Young J'iug llrady and the Opium li'iends. tf 'l'he Bradys in the D 1 k : or, The Hardest a e of All . l~ 'l'he Quet•n of Diamond. : or, The Two King Bradys Treasure ase. L6 'l'he Bradys on 'J'op 01, The 'rent Rive1 .1ystery. l7 The .Us In~ Engin er; or, Old and Young Fing Brndy and the ,-Lightning 1: pre s. L8 Th Bradys' Fight l'or a LifP: or, A . 1y. •ry Hard to Solve. l9 The Bradys' Best Cn e; or, Trncking the lti •r l'iratPs. 1 0 The l•'oot in the Frng: or, Old and• Young King Brady and the 1y~tery of the Owl Train. Jl The Bradys' Hard Luck; or, Working Against Odds. 12 The Bradys Baflled: or, In , earrh of the th en Goods 1\1 n. fB The Opium Ying: or 'l'be Br dys' <;rent Chinato n 'ase. t The Bradys in Wall Street: or, A Plot to St al a .1illion. The Girl From Boston; or, Old and Young King llrady on a Peculiar 'a e. 1 9 The Bradys and the Shoplifters; or, Hard Work on a Dry Goods C'as . ,1 Zt Zag the Clown: or. The Rrad s• 'r at 'i1•cu1:1 '1rnll. 18 The Brady Out We t: or, Winning a Ilard t'ase. 19 Att 1 the l,ldnapp : or. '1 he Bradys on a False Jue. lO Old and Young Kl-.ug Bl'nch Battle: or. Bound t \'in Their Case. l1 The lirad,>s' Haee rnd Jou: or, l'rookPrl Worl Among Jockeys. l2 }j ound In the liay; or, The Bradys on a Urent ..\lurder .lyst ry. 18 'l'he Bradys in ( 'blrago: or, Solving the • Jy tPry of the Lake l•'ront. II The Brady ' rent Mistake: or, , hndowin:!' the \\rong ..\Jan . 1 6 'fhe Bradys and the .!all Mystery: or, Working for the Gov rnm nt. l 'l'he Hrndys Down Hou th : or. The Great l'h ntn' ion ..\Iys i 11 ' r h e HousP in the Swamp; 01, The Brad, • rPen t , ork. •~ 'fhe no<'k-out-rops Haug: or. 1'h" Brad~:,; Risky Venture. I ' l'he Brally <'lo P .'haYe: or. Into thn Jaws of Death. > The Brady.• Star Case; or. '\ 'orklng for Lov nnd Glory. 1'he Bradys In 'Fri co; or. A Three Thou and Mile Hunt. • 'lhe Bradys anrice oft e books y o u want a n d we will nd t h e m to you by r turn mail . PQ TAG S TAMPS 'FA K E T 5; ~rn A . MO EY. LF YOU W Y BACK FRAJ I K 'rou EY, P ubli h e r 24 Uni on quare, e w Y ork . . ............... ........ . 19-00. D E A R rn-Enclo e d find .... cents for w hich p l e a end me : copies of WORK A WI os ................................... . " " " " THREE CHUMS " " P LUCK A D LUCK" " SECRET E RVICE " " SNAP S " e ••I I I I I I•.• I •• e . e • . • • • • • • • • • e " " T e n C e n t H and Book s " ................. . ..............••.• Name ................ ....... .... Street and No ................. Town ............... State .........•...

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T Contai1~ir g Stori s of Adventure. Issued Weekly-By Stibscription 2.50 per yea,:. Hntered according to Act of Oonuro,9,xas is red hot. The . un seems to get about midway in the sky, and ther be om s <'logged, unable to go any further, while it pours its roa ting h at upon the P.A rth. long a broad, du ty road leading aero. the prairie, a stage coach drawn by . L-dapple grays was rumbling, sending up louds of du t in their wake, which waH o ca ionnll caught by a puff of wind and sent in volum s over and into the coach, much agnin.t the will and to the di comfort of the pn~. Pnger . Th r were ix p rsons inside that tage-two ladies men. ne of the ladi . was a ~oung girl of some ighteen ummer. , very pretty and very pati<'nt. Iler name was Maggi e cher, and he wa on a journ 'Y to Iexico. he was accompaui cl nncl chaperon d by b r aunt, ins arah , mitb, an old maicl of fifty, and one whose temper was none the be t. 1r. ::eorgc Lyon, a ,vonng m rd1ant from Ii ngo, and a man c-alling him elf idney lclvine, had been using all the arts at their , ommand to form the aequnintance of the young lady passengc>r, but found the old maid aunt l i ke a bri. tling hedge fence between them. Th re wa one man, n quiet travel r, with horn we shall hav much to do in our . tory. Ile imt in a corner of the stage, and his eye frequently r Hted on , idney Oldvine. The trav I r is :1 man past middle age. ;vith lightly gray hnir and beard and a. })air of steel-like gray yes. With these he wnt<'hed the man Oldvine. " have seen that man b fore," he thought to himself, though be aid nothing. Ol dvine was nppu ntly forty y<>ars of nge, very engaging in his manner, and bacl •tee l-blue eye. that glittered with an unnatural wi<-kedne . '. Iaggie, brui-:h the dust off my ba<'k," the old woman said. ''Yes, aun ." 'This is retrhed travel.' • an I aid you an~, madam?" asked Id ine. '' .. To," sh an w r<'d. A moment later . he saicl to IIC'r niec : "Did you evPr l1Pnr • nch impucl nc ?" "The ways of p ople in th ,v . t are not formal, aunt." "1 ' o, I think not." " h w!" On of the men who }lad been dozing was awakened by a neez , caused by t oo much du t getting in hi nos<'. "Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Olclvine. "\ hat' the matter, sir'! " ::vk ed the sneezer. ''\ on find the du t o erC'oming't' ' "'Yell, yes," th<> old f !low an erecl. "It eomes pretty well over me." "By the way, :ir, are you from Illinoi ?" a ked Oldvine. " ""o." " 'here, then?" ''J. i souri." •~ i:.'Otui? IR YOlll' name Drake?" '1 o, . ir; I am ran John 'rane.'' I know you : don't you Jive on the East Fork of H .,..e:s ., "\ i1, well. I was through there once." "Ilow long ago T' rane was wi ~1ears ago." "Three year. ago? ' " "Ps. Do rou rememher the orydan bank rob 1ery?" "At orydan, Iowa 't'' " "('s.'' . " y the Jame>: boy.?" " "?'{\~." " l rc>ckin I clo. ' ' "I was th re." "In orydan, at the robbery?" "Ha, ha, hn, hn ! o, s : but I ml'an on the East Fork. I h ard of the robber , yon know. for Iowa is not for above the East Fork.'' Then the :tngi• jogged on for a few monH•nt.. nnd ever bod~ li. tenC'a r more. The man ,jth trel"'rar eye. was "'rnkhing thP ma c:alling him elf Oldvine n~ n rat wonlit a mou~l'. Ile seemerl to thi"rJr thnt the1e was "'O nething in hi. fate and that man'. that linkc>d tlwm together. Tt migh L0 omething di agre able, but it , n . a powerf 11 impelling fo '<'<'. " ou fellows didn't cn1<•h thP .Trtnw~ Ho, ?" ai-ked ldvine. "Ketdt • m, thunder! ,Ye nc>vc>r tiied ." rane an. we-red. "'Vhy ?"

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TIE J~ " icln't know tbc-;v were comin' un ii th y w re gone." "Why does that fello calling him •If Oldvine continuall to the ,James oy ?" the. 1-grn -y d man a ked hjm If. This man, who sat iu one corner of the stage, seeming uncon cerned and o see and hear nothing, but in rc>ality eeing and hearing everything, was that wonderful detective who e name i a bou ebold word in ever;\ ' city of the tate, arl Gre ne. Our r ader, of course, knows Carl Greene as Pinkerton' gLeate t detective. He eem<'d to in. tin<'tively know that thl'r was something about Idvinc that wa not trai,,,ht, and he was studying him clo ely. Oldvine was rathN loquaciou and careless, but careless as he eemed, be kept an eye on 'arl Gre ene, and, in fa t, on very one. "I am sorry I am not abl~ to aid you, ladies," sai.d G org Lyon, gallantly. "If you will permit me, mis , I will lay my light ul ter over your boulder , which may keep off some of the dust." "Ob, thank you!" "Th re." "Confound him," growl d Oldvine, "why do n't be giv bis o.tt ntions to th old lady?" But Oldvine was shrewd. He took hi own ulster, off r d it to the aunt, and winning her good grace , was permitted to engage the niece in a quie conver ation. "Do you Jive in Texas?" be a ked. " ~o, sir." "\Vhere is your home?" ''In l\Ias achusett ," she answered. '\: be is the right one, I know," the fellow called Oldvine thought. Aloud he asked : "Are Jou going to remain in Texa ?" " ~ To, sir." "\ 'h r do you go?" "1Ye c all at an uncle' ranch to re t.'' ""T h e r is the ranch?" " bou t five miles beyond Floyd' Pass. Do you know wber~ that i s~!'' " e . Do you tay there long?" ''Onl,: a few davs to rest." "l'ou will need it. You have travelE>d a long way." 'Y es , sir, and our journey is not over." " r rot over?' • .. To, sir." "How much further do you go?" "To : Mexico." "To Mexico?" Then be thought: "I know now I am on the right track." askpd: • Ybat part of :Mexico?" "I don' t know, ir." gain speaking aloud, he ''How the mischief am I to get out of her what I want?' Then he added : ':You don't go alone?" "To the ity of Mexico we do." "Oh, you go beyond the city?" • es, ir." "How far?" "J don't know, sir. "'e go to the an Brazos mine .'' The face of Oldvine lighted with pleasurP. "I am right nowI know I am right," be thought. ''I hav been among the an Brazos. What part of the mines do you go?" "I don't know " "I suppo. e ~ ou have friend at Mexico to meet you?" " 1 ro, ir, e will hire a guid .'' "How will rour guide know to what part you want to go?" ' b, we have a chart.'' chart?" " es, ir; a chart which how the exact lo ation to wbi h w are to go.'' "Have you any int r st there, young lady?" " e , ir." "W ll, I have had some xperi n e in the • an r zos; perhap~ I may he of ' ome a sistance to you.'' He •as a tall, fin ly form d man, not too old nor too young, bu mature, ~ra eful and bold. The poor girl seemed almost captivated by hi engaging manner. t last sh said : "Perhap , ir, you will understand me better if I tell story." "I hould be delighted to bear it," he returned. ", lJ' hrother harles went to Iexiro three y ars ago.'' "Yes ; you lived in Massachusetts, did you?" h T S, ~ir." "Had parents?" ".1. ro; we are orphan " ,• 1 .... TE.r. ~. " ad!" h ...,.('$, • ir.,'' "Pro d.'' "Charle and I were all that were left of the famil " " nd, of t•our C', ~ou r g1 tt d to par with him'?" "I did." "He i th r now, suppo. ?" " 1 o, . ir.'' Iler f a<'e gr w . ad and t ars welled up in her ey s. "11 is d
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THE JAME BOY I TEXA. 3 "How do you know he is bad?" "He ha a wicked eye." "It seems very bright." "He has a cruel face." "I thought it benevolent." "Take my word for it, young lady, and don't trust him." "What do you mean?" "I beard you ay om thing of a buried treasure." "Did you?" "Y s, and you spoke of a chart." "I did?" " nd as you poke of the chart I noticed in particular how hi ye fla bed with eagerness and xclt m nt." "It might be your imagination." ". o, it was not." "Well, I will not tru t him until he has established tbe fact that I, i honest. Iy brother wrote me in his last l tter to beware of thieves and onfidence men, who would try in every way to . get at our ecret." "He was right." "Hav you v r b en over this road b for ?" ' e , miss; I trav l it thr time a year." " nd you know whether it i af or not'/" " .. 'o, I can't ay. If a 1 e('eut rumor l.J tru it i s by no mean a afe road." "What i th rumor?" "I don't want to alarm you." " fy nerve are trong." "It may be a groundles rumor after all." "What i it?" There was no wav but to tell h r. "Rumor says the ,James Boys are in T('xas." ".Tames Boys! Why, it was this same band of t rrible men who gave my brother his death wound." "For your ake I hope it i. not true." be was silent. '' That's that you are talking about'/" cried Aunt arab mith, the old maid. "The .James Boys! no you mean the ,Tames Boys ar .-till in the ountry ?" "The are certainly omewhere in the ountry, madam," George Lyon an. we red. "You need not be alarmed, lady, for thiR, you mu t bear in mind, i a good, big country, and they might be in it, you know, and not within two or thr e thousand mile,. o f n. ,'' put in Oldvine. " h, I'm not afraid of them,'' avow d Ii s Smith. "I would like to meet th rogues." ""~Vould :vou ?" • " e , I ~ould." "'\\~by?" "I would ming the ne k of th scoundrel ; indeed I would, for rhe manner in which tlH-'Y foully murdered my noble nephew." " b, y , your niece told me about it, a v ry atrociou affail," put in Oldvine. " trociou It wa cow rdly." • nd th n ,11 went on to t lJ how mu h gold and ilver her n ph w had ac umulat d, and had buried it. Hc7 1 be was attacked by the James Boy nml mo1tally wound d, all of which Oldvin had 1 ttrn d from the ni . Wlwn sh had fini bed Oldvine wa loud in his condemnation of th James Boy. All the whil Oldvine "'rew unea y under the cold, gray tare from the eyes of the man in the far corner of the t ge. "That fellow do n't like me," Oldvine thought, "and I clou't like him. 'l'here will b troubl b tw n us before we are at th end of our journ y." The sun had t beneath the great Bill dr w up on th top of th hill b n ath which was Boyd's Ford. "Hyar air th ford, folk ," he bawl d out to hi pa engers •ithin the tag oach. "Dan d f my hos es ain't pegged out. I'm goin' ter top an' l t ' m blow when I git ter the foot o' the hill. They'r too hot r wad in th r wat r, an' f ye want ter "'it ont'n str h yer legs ye kin do it." t the f of the hill wa o lnel tr tch of ground, a hundred yard wide, b tween th 1 ek and hill. For the mo t part it was cov r d with grass, but near the <'reek, and above and below them, it wa thi kly wooded, he pa eng rs were tiolling about the ra -cover d vall y, or conver ing in group . "I want to p ak with you," said the man who had be n il ntly ob rving the girl and h r aunt. • What do you want?" h a. ked. "Don't have an thing to do with that man," pointing to Oldvine. "Why?" "He murdered your brother." "\Yhat-who ii. he?" • ",Je . . e ,fame ! "h ! don't :er am, or all i lo t." They had convers d only in wbi per , and being a littl apart from the others, were not heard. She gazed at the detective for a moment in hopeless amazemrnt and horror. "Beware, girl, you may ruin all," he whispered. "Jesse James has keen perception , and you can scarce look or move that he I.lo not know it." "' "'hat do you intend doing?" ' I shall arrest him." The detective' band was constantly in the pocket of bis long coat, and clasped a pistol. He saw Jesse not far away, and knew by his man!1"'r that h e was growing uspi ious. "It must be done at once," hl' wbi p r d. "There may b e trouble, so get as far away a you eun." Then he left her and walked over toward Jesse ,Jame ., CHAPTER II. THE DETECTIVE I TRO BLE. The moon had ri en abov the hill , tre top. and va t plain, and was bedding a flood of ilv r light over the land cape. Jes e ,Tames wa a little apart from the otb rs, and his attention was directPd to the bushes along the ere k bank, so he did not see the detectiye a he approached until be wa at bis side. Carl tapp d him on the shoulder. "\Y IJ, .ir, what will you have?" Jesse asked, carele ly looking around. "You!" • Jesse did not start, scream or faint, though he found the muzzle of a co ked r volver within three feet of his heart. "Who are 3 ou 't" he oolly a ked. "An old acquaintance." " arl G1een !" "You know me?" "I do now . I thought when I first saw you in the stage coach that I had een you before." "'Yell, .Je ~ e, you are right. Come, now, make no scene here, but come nlong like a man." " an't you let me look around a little and njoy the scenery and moonlight? I always was partial to moonlight." "You hav utiltzed moonlight to quite a conside1able e tent, I l.J lieve, in yonr p1ofe sion, but we really have no time to ta.,rry uow, my friend,'' said the dete tive. "Just elevate your hands, pl ase, lightly above your head, Jes e, for a spasmodic clutch of my forefinge1 ju t now might injure you." .Tes e James r alized that the detective had the drop on him, and obeyed. "'Vhy, wh,Y, what does this mean?" asked Ir. Crane. "It means he i robbing me, gentlemen!" c1ied Jesse. "What, robbing a man right here b fore our eyes?" "H tells a fal ehood," cried Carl Greene. "He knows I have made him a prison r." " pri on r ?" crkd rane. "It's false, gentl men," cl'i d the prisoner. "This man i Jesse Jam ,s, and he will rob us all. He arue aboard the stage to rob us." "Jesse .James!" cried rane. "Jesse James." shrieked Mrs. mith. "Jesse James!" echo d orge. "Jess be gawldarned !" 1oared the driver, reaching down in the box under his feet and bringing out a hort Winche ter rifle. "Jess, y r can't play that on me!" Click went the echo of the rifle, and its muzzle wa pointed di ly at the detective' heart. "Hold up, thar, Jess; y r see who' got ther drop now, don't yer?" "Let up, sir." cried the detective. "Point your gun at this man." " o, I'll p'int 'er at you." "Why?" "Ka e I guess yer ther un ter watch." "I am not. I am a detective, and thi man is Jes P James," C"ried arl reene, not a little v xed and annoy d. "Don't b givin' us that hog wa h ; it won't go dowu. old feller. I gue s I know :\fr. OldvinP; hain't I seen him travelin' on this line fur years?" "But I a ert he i Jesse .Jame ." "Yer lie, pilgrim! Drop that air gun, 01 I'll plu6 ye." "I am a d tectiv ." " er lie agin." "I have the badge." "What o' that? Anybody kin git a badge by raisin' five QJ: si:r dollars." "L t me prove it to you."

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4 rrHE JAME AS. " o, yer don't-up go yer hooks firs , or down go yer carcass. Th detective also notic d it, nnd was fill d with hope . Now which nir it?" "Aunt, you don't know which of thes men is the r eal criminal," "This is an outrage, gentlemen. I am just what I claim to be," said the young girl, Maggie Beecher. the detective returned. "Yes, I do, Maggie." "I am just what I claim to be, too!" put in ,Jesse. "How? Both are strangers." Mr. Crane ancl George Lyon WPl'e both aime
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THE JAMES BO S I.r TEXAS. Jj "There's nothing to do but submit," said Mr. Crane. "No, we are duped !n "Wall, I'm sold," put in Bill. "Thank you, Bill, for the good opinion you. had of me," said Jesse. "I don't suppose you have much, but such as you have I will take." When all the men save the detective bad been robbed ,Jesse ap proached Maggie and her now terrified aunt. "Ladies, you will pardon me, and at the same time, perhaps, feel flattered when I inform you this little entertainment was gott n up for your pecial benefit." "What do you mean?" asked Miss mith. "I mean that I knew you were oining with the chart to the an Brazos mine--" "Oh, you shall not have it!" cried Maggie. " don't ask you to give me the mine; all I want is the map, and I will find the mine." "I will die before I will give it to you." "Then I will take it." He went through their luggage and the precious map was found. 'Oh-o, I have it all now," said the outlaw. " ow, Jess, what of him." asked rank, pointing to arl reene. "I believe that Bill said his reins were strong enough to bear his weight." "Do it here?" ' ight here." long leather rein was tak<>n from the harness and a noose pre-pared for the detective. 1 HAP'l'EH III. 0 'l'HE PRAIRIE. Those of our readers who have read anything of Carl Greene, either in the newspapers or narrative of his thrilling adv ntures, will know that he was well acquainted with danger, but in this adventure h was in greater peril than ever before. "Come, hurry up, boys. I hear iro norting ith impatience in the woods beyond, and we've got no time to waste here." "All right." "Is the noose ready?" "Yes." "Then up--0 There was a rush of hoofs, and a moment later a small, dapper little fellow, dressed wholly in black lvet, and mount d on a jet black horse, galloped into view. He wore a broad-brimmed hat, jauntily set on his head, with a rlark plume on one side of it. Over his face was a black mask. His small feet were incased in high top riding boots, and he wore spurs on his heels, and carried a heavy riding whip in his hand. "Hold ." cried the newcomer. "Ike!" cried Jesse James. "Jesse.'' "What," "You must get out of this." "Why?" "Tens rangers, fully a score, a.1e just over the hill." "Tha:t's serious, boys." "What'll we do?" "Chuck all these people in the stage." It was done in a moment; everybody, including even the detective, was crowded into the stage coiwh. 'l'hen Jesse said: "Jim ummins, mount the bot." .Jim did so. "FoHow." hey hastened down the bottom, hurrying around a In ter of liu he , and were soon out of sight. r.rhere came over the hill a score of armed horsemen who made no halt at the ford, but plunging into the water, waded across and galloped up the hill beyond. Jesse James and his band. had had a narrow escape, for those men from the plains of the outhwest were as brave as lions and de perate. Jesse James halted bis band when the, were about two miles below the ford and held a consultation. The prisoners, save the detective, were all released, placed in the stage again and, Badger Bill on the box, drove hack to the road. arl Greene was doomed. He could read his fate in the faces and the actions of these people. Knowing the James Boys as well as he did, he knew how usele s it was to expect any mercy from them. He was tied to a tree. "We've got lariats enough to hang him," he heard Jesse say, "and I, for one, don't want to waste any time in foolish ceremony." "You•r~ right, Jess." Some one touched the detective's hand from behind. It was a soft, gentle, friendly touch, and it encouraged him. Then the cold blade of a knife was tb1ust in between his wrists and the bonds clipped. His feet were loosed in like manner. A soft little hand touched his, and a voice, so faint he could scarce h ar it, whispered : "Comet" He leaped nimbly yet silent ly around the tree, and found himself by the side of Maggie Beecher. They ran through the wood as rapidly as they coc.ld go. When they had almost gone a mile a yell of rage and consternation back at the bandits' halting place indicated that they had dis covered that he had escaped. They ran down the stream. Suddenly footstep were heard on their right. "We are pursued," he whispered. "They are heading us off," the girl gasped. "There is only one. Oh, if I had my revolver, I would put an end to him in a hurry." They stopped. The detective held the girl's hand in his arm. "You are a brave girl!" "Yes." "Do you think you will faint?'' " o." "That man has stopped.'' "He sees us." . "He comes .this way, and there is no use for us to try to escape him." "What are you going to do?" "I will grapple with him and disarm him.'' "And I will help you.'' "Are you strong enough?" "Yes.'' They were standing behind a tree watching a man who was , coming toward them. They had of course talked in whispers. What was their amazement to hear the man who was approach~ ing them also talk in whispers. 1 "I saw some one come this way ; it must have been her," he saitl. Just then the detective bounded from behind the tree, seized him by the throat and hurled him to the ground. "I will help you," said the girl. "Don't kill him.'' "Gi e up your weapons or your life !" hissed Carl Greene. "I' e got none," was the answer. "What! as I live its 1\Ir. George Lyon, the young man who was with us," cried Carl Greene, assisting George to rise. " es-i it you?" "It is.'' "And yon were right. That fellow was Jesse James.'' "It was, and I am Carl Greene.'' "The de ective ?" " es." "Well, it's too late now to mend.'' "It's true--e must look after ourselves. But I thought. you went away in the stage?" "We did-we started," George answered. "How do you come here?" "I came after her." "Who?" "Miss Maggie Beecher.'' " OU did?" " es, sir. The stage had not cro sed the ford before I missed the young lady and sprang out at the door of the stage unobserved, and ran in search of her.'' . "How did you gel out of the stage, l\fi~s Beecher?" Blushing, Maggie answered: "That is very easily explained, sir. I knew you were going to be killed unless some one rescued you, and when the stage coach was pa ing through a dark part of the wood I managed to get out unseen and went back. I only had my small penknife, but I cut your cords and got you a way." "Young lady, I owe my life to you," he said. "Don't mention it." "I don't think we are altogether safe here," put in George. " o." "Are you acquainted in these parts?" " ery little." "But you know how the land lies?" " es--off to the southwest of this is the town, about seventeen mile , I believe; maybe more.'' " an we cross the stream?" "'Ve must, and a big prairie as well.''

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THE ,JAME BO "Hark!" "Do you hear them?,, •• res." "I do, too. They are coming i n bot pursuit." "'\Ye have no time to lose." "Lead the way." " ome on." Cad Greene went before and the others followed. The girl was next to him, and c lo e aftet her came George. 'l'he ound of horsemen oming through the wood at a gallop could be heard. Carl Gre ne knew that the wood was not very extensive along the c 1cek. • The banditti could soon scour it, and their only hope was to detective that one kno<'ked the hat from his h ad. reeping along the log a few feet further, he jumped off on th bank unde1 the root. "There, there ! '' "Don't let him get away!" Bang! Bang! The bullets grazed him. But he was not lnu t, ancl mn up ove r the embankment. " ome !" he whif;p<'r cl. " re ~-ou ready?" " es.'' " hoes on'!" " es.'' " ow for a run.'' They ran over the bill, and the mo on again was b idden by a dark cloud.

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THE JAMES BOY L TEXAS. 7 A few hundred paces and our friends were on the prairie. An hour' travel and they came upon a band of Texan rangers, who volunteered to escort them to the town, which they reached in afety, where they found the otheJ's. Ho would go to Jim Long's dance. But where did Jim Long live? CHAPTE IV. THE COWBOYS' DANCE, He sauntered from the saloon to another across the was, which went under the name of ure Death Saloon. There was no one in at this moment save the stupid, thickskulled bartendE!r, who was polishing glasses behind the bar. "Wot cher want?" ' he asked. arl Greene knew it was useless to try to get along with the bartender without patronizing him. "Give me a cocktail." "Gin?" "Yes." "Yoll are a detective?" "I want ter ax yer," said the detective. "Ye 'sir." "What?" "From Chicago?" "D'yer know old Jim Long?" "I am." "I do." "And your name is Carl Greene?" "Whar does he live?" "Ye , sir." "'Bout three miles from hyar." "You are Pinkerton's celebrated ferret," "Which way?" "WelJ, I don't know that I de crve all the honors you seem in-"South over Billy's Crick." dined to heap on me. But, Mr. George Lyon, what do you want?" "Guess I kin find it." It was the afternoon of the next da after the adventures related "Goin' ter th' dance?" in our last chapter. "Tbort I would." Carl Greene was alone in his room when George entered and the "Them fellers from l\Ii oury air goin' ter be thar." above conver ation en ued. "Who air they?" "I want to engage your services." "One Hemp Setters, one 'l'om etters, then thar's Spiva an' "I am already engaged." tivers-six ur seving in all." "But I want to engage you to hunt for the James Boys." The detecth-e had gained about all the information necessary, and "That is just what I am doing." on that evening, mounted on a broncho and umed like a cowboy, he "Was that your business here?" set out for old Jim Long' cabin. "Ye ." He bad but little trouble in finding it. "Did you follow them to the Lone Star State?" Full two score of mustangs hitched about the fence and to trees "I did." showed that there was a good company gathered there to trip the "WeII, you are a brave man, and a man of great expel'icnce. I light fantastic. believe you can help us." The detective di mounted and boldly entered the cabin. "Who?" The fiddle rang out, and the all-important gent who was "callhfg " faggie and I." off" seemed to feel the wonderful importance of hi :po~itian. "liaggie and you-ha, h , ha! I see you are getting along very The detP,,tive sauntered slowly into the room. nic ly with !aggie, I shouldn't wonder if your rou,1antic meeting It was filled with cowboys and ho.If-tipsy frontier men, wnggeron tbP road should terminatE' in a wedding." ing about with pistols in their belts and knives at their sides. "I did not come her to talk of that, but ou heard Maggie's sad "Look out hyar, stranger, dun yer go ter treadin' on anybody's , tory of her brother?" corns, ur :er mought git tuk down a peg or two." said one tall, "'Veil, speak out, young man. What do you want me to do?" brutal ruffian to arl Greene. "Gat that chart." "I ain't a-pickin' no quarrel," Ciul answered. "I will-or try." "Who be yer, anyhow?" ''Remember, sir, the young lady Ms nothing to pay you if she does "I'm Mat Reynold -called Fighting Mat back in Colorado." not get the mine." "Hello, yer a Colorado pertater bug, be yer?" "I suppose not." "Yes." "But you can et your own price if she doe ." "Wa11, yer Figbtin' :lat." """ell, I will be liberal." "That's me every time." " 18n 1 help in it?" " ow see h~ r, ~Int, yer a kind uv a good-lookin' cu , an' I love Carl Greene looked at the young, e~ger face. ~eorge Lyon was a uer a leetle bit so I want ter gin er a bit , wh le d <' ,, brave young fellow, brave as the animal for which he was n med, ' " ' Y O O some a vi e. "What air it?" hut he could think of no way then that he would be useful. "Don't yer go ter pr ncin' al'ound i,yar wi' a chip on . , er "Could you use me?" shoulder---" "I might." "Why?" He bad it not in his heart to tell the anxious George that he "Ka e yer mought git it knocked off in er way that ud turn yer would only be in his way. stomach." • "If I can be of any ervice to you, let me know m what way." "I will; but in the meanwhile I think it better for you to stay " ow, dun yer go ter losin' anr sleep on my account, my friend. right here." Yer never saw me riled, I reckin. Why, an airthquake an' csclone "I will." rastlin' fur keeps won't be a watchin' alongside o' me when I git a "When will you begin work?" big mad on." "To-da ." "Wel1, ye'd better take the advice o' a lovin' friend." That very afternoon, disguised as a cowboy, so that even George The detective knew well that bully and bluster were e"'erything and the others did not know him, Carl Greene salJied forth in the at the gathering of this association of cowboys, and having as umed town to pick up what he could. the character of a cowboy, he carried it out to the letter. He was lounging in a saloon when be overh ard ome young "Hello, thar' them fellers from M:issoury," the big cowboy put in. toughs talking. The detective glanced in the direction indicated and saw half a "Ar' ye goin' down ter night, Wal?" one asked, dozen disguised men. Through their disguises he made them out "Whar?" to be the James Boys. "T' Jim Long's dance." " ow, bow am I to manage them?" the detective thought. "Didn't know uv it." He had a duty to perform, anrl was resolved, come what might, "Goin' ter hev a high old time." to perform it. When he found the James Boys be determined to " e goin' 't" make an effort, at least, to recover the chart. ""Why, wouldn't miss it fur notbin'. Then them new fellers from " don't like them Missoury fellers one bit," he overheard one :Mis oury air goin' ter be thar." cowboy say to his companion. "\Vho air them fellers, anyway?" "Why?" "I dun know." "They're a mighty sight too fresh." "Bet they air bad uns." ",Just wot I've been thinkin'." "Bet so, too." "I'm a mind ter git some o' you boys ter help me, an' take 'em "Men from Iissouri," the detective ' thought. "Now who knows down a peg ur two." but they may be the James Boys?" "Wall, I'm one.0 • "Won't yer go'I" the young tough asked his companion. "Will ye, Joe?" "Yes." "Yes." "Guess I'll go. too," thought the detective. "Yow if we bed one> ur two'others we'd go in an' drive ever The detective's mind was made up. on 'em out o' the country."

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8 THE BOY "Now," thought Carl, "is my opportunity. The. e cowboys can e easily induced to help me. I will try." Watching his ovporlunity, he plucked the cowboy who seemed angri t aside. , "\Vot cher want?" he asked. "Want ter talk wi' ye." "Air ye from Iissoury ?" ".i: o." "Don't belong ter that crowd?" . . o.'' "Good." "I want to talk with you about them." "Who?" "Feller from Ii soury." "Do yer know 'em?" " 11, I've heard of 'em." " Tever heerd any good o' 'em, I'll be bound." ":ro." "Knowed it." "I want to take 'em." ''Take 'cm?" "flush! not so loud. Yes, take 'em." ''Wall, yer kin hev 'em, jist so ye take' m away from hyar." "Kin yer ke e p a secret?" " .,.es. I kin keep anything but money." "'Wall, come over b re. I want ter explain ji t what. I mean." ''All right, sir." The detective led him to a far corner of the apartment, where ti ey sat down on a bench. ' 'ye know 'em?" th detective asked in a whisper. ol. "'o." "They'r hor e thieves." "Look like it." 'Know it." "Do yer?" It was much more effective to have them believe that the James oys were hor, e thieves than to t Il t hey were the famous banditti, for the Jnmes Boy . on account of their guerrilla. r cord, had friends all over T xas. "Yes, I know it, and I'm byar arter' m." "Followed 'em hyar?" ' es." ""'ant to takP 'em?" "That's ji t wot brought me. But yer see thar's si ter one. I can't do no bin' wi' 'em, kin I?" "No." "All armed, too!' "Bet they air." • an't yer git i-ome o' yer boy te r help me, yer know?" ""•nu, I'll try." "1-ow see how many fellers ye kin depend on." The detective k pt aloof, but all the while bad bis eyes fixed on the James Boy . . "Jesse has Siroc near here, I'll warrant, and I will not only get the banrlit and he chart. but ha the plea urc of taking the fnmon. ~\rabian hol' e hack to it. mast r, the pre ident of the American and " restern ,Tockc.,;v Club." In the meanwhile the co wboy was bu y among his friends tirring th<'m up to action. • His peculiar activity eemed to make the James Boy uneasy. Jesse whi pered to Frank. "I don't like the looks of things." " ror I." "Take ,Tim Cumming and Dick Little and go and see if the horses are all right." ''Do you think it' comin', Jess?" "There'll be a fight or a run in less than twenty minut s." Frank, Jim and Dick hastened out to look after the horses. In the meanwhile our cowboy had been busier than usual. He had found an abundance of sympathy, and a train was laid of which even the detective did not know. "G orge hepperd," whispered Jesse James. "\Vhat Jess?" " hat fellow is not a cowboy." "\Vbo'?" "Th one in the far corner." " at is he?" "A detective." The cowboy dance bade fair to turn out disastrous. CHAPTER DOWN TIJE CREEK. The rowho: had mnnageci thin~s much better than Carl Greene (•o ild lrnY<' hopecl. While the James Bors, lately nwakenecl to the •\i c•o el' , of a det ctive in their mid t, were watching Carl Greene with an all-absorbing int rest, cowboy, without seeming to do W(lte getting behind. aeh c.:owboy held a la .o, u h as lhey used in catching catt in the land of wonders. But the Jam s Boys were not thinking of this danger. The detective's presence was to them a source of annoyance an rnge. " bat brings him her ?' Jesse a ked. e did," hi. 9 r d eorg • h pperd . " eorge." "Well, Jess?" "That f Jlow must be got rid of." "We can do il." "Could do it ea y if the owboys would stand by us." " on't they?" " o." "Whiz-iz-iz," came half a dozen ropes "Look out!" "Trea b ry.'' "Kill th dogs !" " ut me loose." "I am fast." "Ilelp here!" "Call Frank and Jim!" It was a wild scene. Jesse James and every member of be ban ere th y knew it, found a rop encircling th ir beads and bodie pinoning their arms so tightly at ch ir ides that they could not u one to draw a pistol. For a moment the det ctive, who did not understand their m ti e , was amaz cl and thunders ru k. But as soon as be could regain his pre ence of mind be spra.n forward and said : "Bravo, boys, yon have done it well." " hall we bang 'em?" asked one of the cowbo " o." "Wot'll we do?" "I will look aft r them. Di arm them." A shrill whistl ouncled without. rash went a window, and a large, round object fell in the centr of the room ith su •h weight as to make the building quake. ext moment a slight figure, dres eel wholly in black velvet, an w arin a black ma k over the face, enter d the apartment by leap ing through the window. "Ik !" cried Jesse. "The Masked nknown," thought the detective. "Hold!" The newcomer spok in such sharp, lear, authoritative tone that v ry one instinctiv ly pau ed and gazed at him in amaz{>ment In one hand he h Id a bort, glittering barrel, and with the othe he pointed to the round bomb which he had ju t burled into th room. " o you want to die?" nd th ma. ked unknown point d at the dark object on the floor.' " all, I'm not hankerin' t' shake off this mortal oil." 'There is a dynamit bomb. I have only to touch it with thL pistol, pull the trigg r and blow you every one to ete nity ." "Well, hold on, pilgrim! While we air all oarin' away l' 1, angels, whar'll you b . " "I ill die with the oth rs." " e ain't a.-hankerin' t' tread tb golden treet o' ther .... Tl'\\ .J ru alem, be yer ?" " o, but I have sworn to liberate these men, or we'll all die to gether." " e'd bett r let u alone." "I won't." "Wall, it might b wuss fur yer.'' "Take off those ropes." The command was harp and clear, and the muzzle of the pisto was pointed right at the dynamite bomb. ' oy ," one of the cowboys whi pered, "be means it." "Guess be does." "I do mean it. Release those men, or we will all di together." "'Vhat are we to do?" on asked. " will give you four minutes to dccicle." The detective was bewildered. He kn w that the game would b up unl ss Ike was checkmat d. And he bad seen enough of the shr wd fellow to r alize that tha was not an easy thing to do. Suddenly the door swung open and Frank James appeared, cocked revolver in each band. " e've got you!" be cried. "Here's another!" "And another!" The two windows were c ch guarded by a man holding a pair o cocked pistols in his hands. "\ r 've got you." Frank again roar cl. " iv up, or we'll tur our b tterie loo e on you!"

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THE JAMES BOYS IN TEXAS. 9 "What do you want? For us to give up the prisoners?" asked tt cowboy. "Yes." 'Then will ye go?" an._ "If you'll give up that man in the corner to us," and Frank poin ed out arl Greene. "Don't listen to him !" cried Carl. "Bet er, or there'll be trouble." Affairs were really in a dangerous condition. "Hold 'em ther , Ike !" cried Frank. "I will." " ow listen." Every one was silent. "If you don't remain quiet and motionless as stone, Ike will blow ou to eternity. We stand here ready to shoot any inqividual man .vho makes a move." "We hear you." "Keep quiet, all." "Yes," some one answered. ' ome, Jim, light in there and take off tho e infernal ropes." arl Greene was in a very close place. To him i was life or death. He crept near the window whi h Jim Cummins bad vacated. But he was seen. Bang! The wildest excitement prevailed. He leaped toward the window. Screams and shouts. mQ Bang ! Bang ! "Don't think of me." "Why not?" "Think of yourself." "I do. But I want to know who you are." "I am Ike." "That is only an assumed name." "WelJ, you must know me by no other at present." "Will this mystery never be cleared up?" "The chances are never." "And shall I never know who my mysterious friend to whom I owe my life on a dozen different occasions is?" "I say that now the chances are not good that you will." "Grant me one favor, Ike." "What?" "Let me see your face." "1 can't." "Just a glimpse." "Remember your oath." "I do." "It is not to force me to reveal my face." "I will not force J'ou." "If you do, woe to you." , "I shall keep my oath to you, but there ,was nothing in it which prevented rrie from asking you to let me see your face or know your real name." "No." "And what harm can it be to just let me have a glimpse of your face?" Bullets whizzed like hail about bis ears. anj Carl reene reached th window and bounded "It might be considerable. It is tbetter for your peace of mini. through that I do not." nnharmed. The girls were hrieking, and, mingled with tbe men fighting and i;truggJing for the mastery, were leaping out of the do<_>rs and win dows. Lights were put out, and all were soon env loped in darkness. Carl Greene, safe on the outside, sprang over a rail fence, and t from behind a corner of it blazed away at one of the banditti. r A yell told that his shot had bit. a But all was such utter confusion that be could nol tell who was a coming out of the cabin and who remained inside of it. A slight form, clothed in black velvet, 1lilted by, molmted a horse and galloped away. "It's Ike," the detective thought. Once he raised his pistol to shoot him, but some strange, inexplicable power, which had always seemed to guard the young fellow, n~ prevented the detective from carrying his design inlo execution. ~n Men were all about the but, inside of it and outside. t , 'uddenly a tremendous explosion shook the air. The bomb had by some means been fired. Wild shrieks and groans followed. The cabin was almost torn clown. or. , everal pieces of wood, brick and iron hit the fence behind which th. the detective lay concealed. 1 He was unhurt, but terribly shocked, and ran a hundred paces or , b more before h, recovered himself. 1 Then he bethought him of his pony, which he had tied near the touse. 'I must have it," he thought. e-.; But suddenly he came to a halt. ,. t~ sound of voices came upon h i s eat'i . ", Jesse!" some one called. ist ."' ' I ke." "Were you hurt?" " o." "Where is Frank?" "All right." "Did we lose anybody?" "I don't know." "The cowboys suffered." "I should think they did. H ow did the bomb come to be ignited?" "I don't know." "Did you do it?" " o . " d l:l "Who could?" th "A stl'ay bullet must have struck the percussion and exploded the 11 bo b." The detective had always been deeply interested in the Mysterious d, Ike, or the Masked nknown, as he was sometimes called. He now ir listened with the deepest interest. Perhaps he would here gain the secret of the attachment of Ike to the notorious banditti called the James Boys. "Ike, why do you take such an intere t i n us?" J esse asked. "Why ask me-I can't explain." "What are we to do?" tu • " i verything." 11Y o u are the great Dl.ystery of my life." " ot?" "Be patient, Jesse, and let me be your friend. Haven't you got your whistle yet?" "Yes. " "Call the boys." Jesse blew a few shrill, peculiar notes on his whistle, and a few moments later his men began to gather about him. "Anybody hurt?" asked Jesse James. "Yes. I have a . cratch," said Clell ::\fi1ler. "Bad hurt?" " .... o." "How did you get it?" • 'ome one shot e from behind the fence." "Who was it?" "The detective, I believe." ''Oh, did Carl Greene get anay?" "Yes." ' "He was about all who did get away_;, "But I would rather all tbe others got away than that scoundrel. We must hunt him up." "Havey u the chart, Jesse?" " es." "Then let's away." "Let us not leave that detective behind." "Nor George Lyon." "I don't care so much for the young fellow, but that detective means something. He is our most dangerous enemy." "Maybe he was killed at the house." "I don't believe it." "Nor do I," put in Clell Miller, "for I half believe it was thut detective who shot me." ( "Do you?" "Yes." "There is a strong probability of this being true, lads," put in Jesse James. "Those fellows were too much scared to think of anything but flight, unless it was Carl Greene. Nothing ever frightens him." "If he escaped unhurt he is not far from here." "No." "Let's look for him." Carl Greene heard the suggestion with some little uneasiness, and he began looking about for some way of increasing the distance between himself and the James Boys. He stole back behind a tree. • They were coming toward him. He took another step backward over a log and darted noisele ly behind some bushes. Here he found a path. He ran along it until he came to the banks of a creek. He could hear those pursuers following a.s accurately as if they in reality and in truth knew ju t where he was. I He ran down the creek a short distance and then paused again to listen. HI} knelt down upon the ground ,Yith bis ear close to the elirtl•. "Yes, they ure still coming," an
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10 THE JAME CHAPTBll VI. IKE AND .MAGGIE. In a short time Carl Greene convinced him elf that he wa not being closely followed, and he sa.t down to rest. "They don't know where I am," he thought, "and I will get out of their way, doubletfm them and go back." He thought of the creek bank as a hiding place. A large knotted oak grew on the edge of the bank, and the water bad washed under it until one-half of its guarled roots had b en wa hed clenn of the dirt. He swung himself over the bank and clinging to lhe matted r ots, climbed up among them, and finding a seat there, sat down. The roots cracked and threatened to snap. He found a tolerabl~ secure seat, and the tree and darkness together would certainly screen him from the banditti. 1 He CO\lld hear them. They were clos on hi trail, and soon were on the top of the creek bank above. "I'm afraid he ha dodged us, boy ;• said a voice, which he recognized without much difficulty as George Shepherd's. "Ile has more Ii es than a cat." 'l'his was Jesse. Then a silence fell on the banditti. It was broken by Jesse. "I'll never forgive Carl Greene for his taking Siroc from me and giving him over to the Jocke Club." "That i an old score, Jess." 'Ye , and it took me nearly three month , and I had to run any amount of risks and danger to get him back.'' "You did?" ''Yes, I did. You must remember it, Dick!" "Well, I do. I guess I was in Chicago about that time." "How Ion~ are we goin' to tay here?" Frank was leaning again t the tree. Two more came and bore their weight upon it. The tree creaked and the detective could hear some of the smaller root give way. His hair began to rise. What if the tree. which bad been weakened by the creek undermining it, hould finally break away and fall'! It would c rtainly bury him in its ruins. He put his hands out, and to his horror felt the earth crumbling. "Jt will go oon !" he thought; what was he to o? "I say, boy!:', I believe thi old tree's goin' to cave in,'' said l>ilk Little. "Push her over!" cried Wood Hite. He found hi hor. near the ruined bin of ,Tim Lon , nd mounting, galloped away. ext day the whole country was rou ed at the story of the di astious fight. number of live had been lost by the explo ion of the bomb, and several more had been injured. The Mi .ourians were ch rged with the offen . e, and as th cow boy in whom the detective had confided w among the lain, he wa blam d as mu h as any of th other: for the cal am it . "Well, if they knew it was I who was the cause," he thou ht, a. he at in hi room at the hotel, "th vigilante would not b low in waiting on mr, and pe1haps they would take pecial deli ht in hanging me to the fir t tree they came to. Th nk that tre are carce in T xa , or th re would b more of it." Ther wa. a light rap at biF door. ''Come in," he said. 'l he door opened and a weet, fresh young face looked in. '\!is B cher, is it you?" he asked. "Yes, sir. Can I see you?" "I am at lei ure." , be entered. "Take this seat." • he ,c;at down at hi ide. "George-that i , 1\Ir. L~on," she added, blushing profu ely, "ha~ told me that be ha engaged you to look up the .Tames Boy ap.d get baC'k the stolen chart.'' "He has." "I am glad." 'You authorized him to act for you in t'b matter?" • h, ye ," and she blushed p1•ofu eh. ""'E'll, George, or Mr. Lyon, i av ry fine young man, and L:on, I think, a very pretly name." "Oh, thank you." "You are welcome." _ "Have ~ou taken any tep in the matter?" " res, everal." "Do ron mind t Hing me what yon bnve done?" Ile reflected a moment. "\\'ell, I might tell :rou a part of what I have done." "You have done something'!'' "Yes." "'Yhat?•t "Run the narrow<.'st e cape of being killed I ever di in my life." "When-la. t night?" 0 ""cs ... ""'here'!'' "At Lo11g's eabin." • YPre you in th cabin when th sh JI e plod d ." "\'\'hat's the use of that'? It will make a noi e." Wood Hite, however, had already given the tree a tremendous 1 pu h. •, 'o; if I had been I would nevN hnve liv d to tell you about it. wa. ju-;t nhout as close to it as was convenient for <'omfort.'' Then hE' told her of his thrilling adventur . "'rhat was terrihl ." the girl shudd red. Crash ! crash ! Suap ! snap! rash! Like a p al of thunder it went over, its brand.1es tearing and breaking away the branches of other trees. t last it clenred all, and with a boom like the report of a cannon, it struck into the creek, splashing the water in every direc tion. arl Greene made a frantic effort to es •ape. But his hoot caught in some of the many tan/;:'kd roots and he fell. '.rhe great tree fell abov him, with him b tween the prongs of two projeC'ting root . '.rhe e roots aved his life; but for them he would have b en crushed to a jelly. '.rbe shock was . o great, however, that for several moments arl Greene could hardly b Ii ve that be had so miraculou ly aped. • .. Tow you've don it," he heard the voice of Jesse James ay. 'You want ogive us away all over Texa., do you?" ''It wasn't my faul , any more than the other ," growled Wood Hite. " 10, it' never yonr fault." "Jesse Jame , I've tood enough of your abuse." " il nee, fobl, or I'll bent you into sil nc<':' "I'll he---" "Hu h, all of you!' put in Frank. "We mu t have no quarrelling here. We have enough to do to look nfte1 our elve ." ""There are the horses?" asked Jesse. "Here!" called some one, and not very far away. "Bring them h re, and we'll be going. There will be fun when th cowboys and vigilantes come to their sen es." In a few moments the banditti mounted and galloped away. The detective now b "'an crawling from under the tree. It was a cloe fit, and was proof to him how narrow a risk he had rnn. He olimbed upon the tree trunk, and hurried back to the village. ''Oh, it is not so bad if one could get used to it. and the 1eat trouble s ems to be to b come used to b in killed. I n ver kne a man to livr long enough to do that." "'Y<'ll, what are you going to do now?" "I hardly know." "I hop you won't give up." "Give up'! 'ever!" crird the detective. "I am not one of the kind to give up." "Then I hop you will . uc ed." "If I don t, I will score my fir. t fail,.tre." "It is all I have. Th min was l ft me lJy my lJrother, who wa. kill d by the ,c1y villain who a1c now eeking to rob me of my inheritanc ." "'rhe James Boys scruple at nothing." 'Do you think th1;>re i much hop ?" "Yes, gr at hope." "Oh, thank you for that, and now I have come to, suggest some-thing." "\Yhat t" "Don't think that I doubt your ability." "Oh, I won't." "Or that I am trying to get the case out of your hands." "I shall not." "Thi sugge tion may not have occurred to you." "P rhaps not. What is it?" "If th y get away from h re they will go direct to Mexico." "I have no doubt." " nd with the chart they could ea ily find the buried treasure." "Nothin would seem easier." "1 ow, wouldn't it b a good plan to hav some one t Mexico on I he wat< h for them?" "I ha
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THE J ~IE. 1 BO .,. TE . .:'"A. 11 "I do." Th re was a moment' h sitation, and th<'n the girl with a blush said: "I thought that mayb we had hetl r resume our journey to Mexi<'o." "Who?" "Why, aunt and I -au-and--" , "And George Lyon." '" es, sir." "Can be go?" "He saJ ' so." "His hicago business houses may suffer while be is away." "Well, be 'UY h will go.'' "Very well. I have an idea that George is v ry much inter sted in tbi!" .natt r o let him go." "'Yhat ill you do, .Ir. Greener 'I shall be hot on the heel s of lhe .Tames Boys. T ot a !:ltone shall be left unturned to unearth the villain and recover the stolen proprty ." "\Yas it not enough, Mr. GrC'ene, to take my brother from me without, in addition, taking away all that be labor d and toiled for so long and so ha,d to leav m ?" "Don't talk of it, Iiss BPC'cher. It doe no good. Their onduct ha be n th t of a set of ro ues and monsters who have nor gard for the rights of other.-. But go ahead to l\f • ko if ~ ou want to, and I can report to you there a WC'll as an,rwh re." The girl took l ve of the d tective and went to her room to acquaint her aunt with the ded~ion f the d t<'l'tiv<'. "\Yell, now, be i a nir<' man, that d t ctivC' is!" said Mi s , 'mith. "l aLen, know cl h was a gentleman. "'h n thl';\ ' thought he ,, as Je se Jame. I ju 'l thought all th time that he couldn't be.'' "Wh n will you b ahlc to go, annt?" 'To-morrow." "\\'e ll, I am ready to day, if eorge i s." "Oh, never minrJ George . Hun over to the stor<' now and g t me five pools o' tbreaci. It', gettin'
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THE JAMES BOY Ike's manner was as mysterious in this case as he had always bE'.!en. "Don't talk too loud now," be said. "Are yo,1 my friend?" "Yes." "But you are the masked unknown friend o.f the James Boys." "I am." "How can you be the friend of both of us'!" "In this case I am yonr friend. I'll thwart them." "Oh will vou--" "Sh.'._do ~.'ou want to escape?" "Yes, ir." ''T'1en ste1J into that wardrobe. Be quick; there is not a moment to lose." She obeyed Ike, and be followed her. Then the door of the wardrobe was closed. "Now be still, and stand very s raigbt." He pushed against the wall, and they begau to sink right through the floor. "Oh, clear,. we'll fall!" "Hush ! not a word now." ''Are we safe?" "Yes." Like an elevator the floor went down and left them in a sort of a cellar. ''Now do you see that flight of teps?" whisp ed Ike. "Yes." "Take th m, and they will lead rou out into tlw rear of 1ht> old house. 1'here is a board way around the rear yard, and you can find a loose board in the wall n<.'ar the outside. Take it away and you will be ont on the common. Go straight ,ve t about one imndred rard and rou will come to a shed. '\Yait there for me." She went up the tairway and came out at the rear as Ike had told her. Ther was a sort of trap door th re whkh was thrown back. '.rhe night was very dark. The moon had not yet risen, and tbick, dark clouds had overcast the sky. The girl searched about for some little time hcfore she found the loose board. But she did find it at last, and pulling it aside, went boldly on 1he outside. It was so da1k. and the g'it'l was nt first a little bewilder d. so she went in tl1P wron 1lirectiou. ~he mi,:--eJ tl1e old hPd and v,an was comiug past the very corner of the house where she was, rose nnd started to fly. ''Hello, there she is!" \Vood pmsued her. Out on the prairie shC' an, she knew not whither. "Stop, girl, or I'll shoot." But she had no thought of stopping. The wild deer is scarce more 'lePt than she when terror aclded wings to her flight. She ran as she had newr run before in all her life. "I'll have her if I have to
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THE J~Urns BOYS IN TEXAS. 13 what is worse, a vast, lonely prairie, is a thought too terribl to con '' ome in!" he said. template. Knowing that his life was in constant danger, as he spoke he "Ob, I am lost, I am lo t ." sh groan d, wiping the tears from ph1ced bis hand on his revolver. her cheeks. ""\Yha shall do? \Vha t shall I do?" The door opened. Being almost overcome wilb her long flight, and the g1W11t nc-rvons It was :Miss Amith. train, she sank down upon the grass. "Good-ewning, l\Ibs Rmith why, what is the matter, you look A warning, singing rattle, he hiss of serpent and a creepin~ pale as a ghost?" omething beneath the grass causes ber to bound to he!' frrt with a "I am frightened." cry of horror. "Frightened, did rou say't' She bad lain down upon a prairie rattlesnake, one of the mnflt "Yes.'' deadly of all serpents. "~\.t what?" way she fl w again. "~,Iy uieee-..... ' She ran on half wild with t rror, and knew not whNe shP was "'\ ~bat has hapJ)eneu to Miss Beecher?" going . "Gone !" • At last, she found herself limbing n steep ascent. "Abducted." She was like one in a dream now, and only partially rememb rPd '":No-gone to the store for thread." what transpired. "Ha, ha, ha, ha ! Miss Smith, one would not have thought you Onward and upward she climbed, until she came upon a broa
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14 '' alm your elf, old fellow." ''Ob, Heaven, where i l\Iagg ? Has anJ thing happ<>n d to 11 r'!" "Don't worry yourself, my good fellow. Be a man." "Tell me what you mean, l\Ir. Greene'? Oh ! tell me hat you mean?'' "l\Iiss B echer is mi ing." " ince when?" ""7hat tim did vou end her to the tore, • Iii,;i,,; Smith?" ''Half pa t five." "Great :leaven, gon e nearly ~ ix h m-.-," cri . d Geor e gr atlr agitated. ''Why didn't . you tell me befor that he was gone. Greene'!" "I didn't know it." ' .. Ii. mith, whr didn't you tell me'!'' "Oh, I kept thinking e, ry minut sbe would com , but she didn't." " h, " hat hall we do r ''Find her." U otge n1:bed franti ally toward the window. ra pulled down the blinds of the w i ndow. ''ft's tho work of those arch fiends, the ,Jam<>. oy.•," be thought to him elf. "And now I haYe not the slighte' t doubt that the hot wa: intended for me.'' 'arl Greene was ool a if nothing had happened. Again he rang the bell. Two or three ervants were at the door. "\Yhat', the matter'!" they cried. "There ha. been murder committed here !" ".Iurder't" "Ye.'' "Oh! oh! oh." T" o of the girl covered their faces and fled from the room. The hou~ l eeper, who wa older by everal years, remained. "Look after that woman!" cried 'arl 'r en . "b dead?" • .. o. only fainted." . "How did it appen ?" asked the landlord, entering the room. "Go for a urgeon." "How did it happen?'' he repeated, without making a move to go for the surgeon. ' ''Go get the urgeon and a k que tions afterward." "Who did it?" "I'll e . plain afterwal'd" He pn bed the landlord d it awa:v, and di ' Cover d that the wound "a. on the left uppe>r corner of his forehead. " .. 'ow, did it enter hi brain or not?" h a ked. The wounc1d man wa groaning and hl'enthin .,, arl laid him down and ran to the window throu h whid1 the i,,;hot had <'Om , and de pite the fa t that S(jme one ml ht b v iting to send a hnllet at him he rai ed th blind. Ttl(l hullet had truck a cornet• of the h, hich, h vlng hit one of th<' iron hars that guarded th window I bout, and lanced from it. That il'ou har or rod saved George Lyon's life. Carl 01P<"ne aw a man de c ncling from ,l tr, lo a hot"e. He f Plt for his pi tol, but in his anxiety and ex •it ment b had forgotlPn it and left in hi room. Ile ran for it, and when he came back the man was down from the> tree, mounted and flying. Rai ing thP window, arl fired. Bang! Bang! ang ! w<>nt three shots aft r Frank James, •ho wn too far away now to he re~ehed. The whole town was alarmecl by the firing. Half a core of people w e re :nlt had! .. " Then the mgC'on c>ntc>rC'd on a l<'arned di t'Olll'H<' about fra<'tured eranium , hemorrhag ' , and th. e\'il <>ffect. of nervon. sho the window h -fot it hit him, glanc d from his skull and .tru<'k the wall, wher ic wns found half emb dd d, n ugly, , kiou pie<. of batt rerl lead . "Ha he been found?" eorg a k d, with hi first hreath. "II thinks of Maggie," said the d t liv . "I had forgotten her in thi e cit m nt." ''Ila h b en found'!" b rep ated. "Who?" th urgeon a kcd. "~laggie." "I don't know. ' " h, she must b found. Let me get up--" " 1 To, no, young man. Do yon ju t lie th 1 e, \'ii) you , and takP matters a little quiet. \Ve can't have you running al'Ound thi way." "But Iaggi .'' " ou've got a wound." "l am not thinking of my wound; I am thinking of my .. Iaggic .' ' 70U hari bett r think of your head." "Oh, Iaggi , Maggie. l\Inggi . I ill go to you;'' " h, cl r !'' •roaned the clo<'tor, turning lo 'arl Or<" ne. "I i a I feared. Inflammation has L in ye , ir, set iu at a mll<:h earlier stage than I had suppo ed it ould." "He is not delirious," said 'arl. " ot deliriou ?'' " o." "\Yhy does h rave about l\faggie?" " faggie is th young lady who belonged to bis party. he wa abducted early to-night, and he was going after her wh n he was shot down." "Ob-Is e." " nd I am reminded th t I must ha h•n t find h r. " " es. Ir. J'l'l'Cllf', go, go at once," cri d the wounded man. "TIH•y won't let nw go, but you can." "Carl answerPd : ' 1I'll go-and I'H find her, too, G org<'." He left the room. In the hall lH' was mel h~ :\Ii. , mith, who had recovered. " h, Ir. Gr,• UP, is h dead?" he a ked. " o." " fortnlly wounded? ' (I To.'' ""7ill you go fter Ia gie 't" "Ye . . " "Oh, will you find her r "I have proml ed him that I would." "Oh, do, do, and I will hie.: you for it." "I am going now: don't detain me." He ran to hi own room, <•losed and bolted the door. Ri mtnut s by the C'lo<•k had el psed wh n the door opened. and there cam> ont of thf' apartme t a cowboy. He wore long hair, full b ard, bl'oad-brimme:d hat, and hi uelt bri!,tled with revolv<'r . "" ho is tha fellow?" "Where did h C'Ome from?'' "I don t like th<' looks o' him." "I never snw him about here hefore." These w r<> i.pme of the queri s madP. hy th<' p oplr. in thr. ho <>l as the tr ngP.looking cowhoy emer cd from tlw honse anr1 w n ~t1aight to tho harn, where the hor. e whi<-h h e had p t rdias('(] when in th disgui, of a owhoy was kl'pt. The co •hoy, of C'our1H'. our r arlers will rNognize a ~ 'arl Gr ne, the famous detective. He mounte
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aLduction had spre d all over the pln town: now whPn• hn\'!' thP,v to.ken het !" th dl'le1tive aske'i,., n go." said tJie . '"l'h".V ar six to one, ancl I wouldn't have mud1 . how in a fi ht. Whal had I b tter cJ likl1 a b •ef at the iY d the girl': danger. lIE> vaulted into the saddle and gallorwd toward t h fu itiv and angry bull, clr wing his rPvolver. Tbr ~irl rc>ac hed the> plateau. ,• l l the pr cipiee among the ro('ks, while the angr;\ hull pi u-:ed an valley, and wheeling about, sn.w his enemy. With a powerful, earth-trembling bellow, he lowered hi horns and c:lrnrgeady to swoon. "\Yho are you. sir-who are yon'!'' she ga ped. "Your rr nd." " Ton . aved my life." "Don't mention it. Don't you know me'!'' "No.'' "l am arl Oreene, tlw detectivP. dis~uiscd as a cowboy." "I. it po.-. ible'!" "It i!-;. • "I re(ognize your Yoke now," she said. "I thought ou would. A::; soon as you f el eq~al to the task you may tell me how you eame to be bet'e." "l will. But first let me ask you something." "\ hat'!' "Did you re last night, bet ween ten and I ven." ''\\'as George killed?" ''Thank heaven!" ''.'ome 01w mad!' a very . tron~ effort to put the young fellow ", 'outheast-right n
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16 TH ,JA rn._ BOYR I see over the er" t of the hill. Lot uw rnonnt the hor. P, ane.'' "Shall I alight?" "No." He 1mt his foot in the , tir1 np :rn lih~ the ind. There wns not a moment to he> lost hy Carl ffre ene. Jesse and Frank Jamei:; m1nt we<'ping dow11 en0miP. by the seore had long be n ple,. ant lJ -time t o thuu. What was this one single man to them'! r.ri1ey lf!-ughed as they saw him hurry tu :1 stone to tnk shelter. Bang! Rang! r hey seemed only fil'ing in sport, for n bullet cut up th earth on ither side of him. Ile reuehed the stone, and whPP]iug about, fired at .Jesse. Th bullet c rri d away his hat. ''Look out, ~'rank ; he can hanclle a rPvolv r with any of u " "'V it, ,Je.s, till the boy l'Ome np: theu we <'an ad1 d on a istroug road tcr, left the village and started clown the g at soutbe st road . t was on tlli. road the .Tames Boys had last been seen . Everywhere he met partie: 1et nrning from the fruitless chase; t h Wf'l'e rumbling on tlll'ir hard luek. '' Yhn1 y g vinP. grnn hca 0<1 uews from the .James oys, and gained sufficient info~ma t ion to convince him that he wa. on their trail. On the second night he found himself in whnt had once seeme d a well populated, hut now almost de erted, onntry. After inquiring at several houses along the road for accommo-dations for the night he came to an old house by a mill . "D'yer want r stay all night't" asked an olll, • sir, I don't care for that. I , " " II t'irrht: git down." He cli mount d, saw to his hor being feel, an,1 thf'n went to

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THE JAMES BO S Li: TEXAS. 17 his supper. Shortly aft~r supper the old fitrmer gave him the k .y to the old hou e on the bluff, and he went straight up the hill to the house. Night had already set in, and the tardy moon was peepiog over a distant hill. • The oot of an owl could b beard in the distant tree-tops, a.nd afar off on the distant "plains the wild howl of the coyote. Carl looked up at the somber, gloomy old house he was approaching, and said to himself : "Well, if ever there was a place haunted, this looks very much as if it might be the pla e." Ghosts or no ghosts, be determined to sleep in the house. The farmer had given him the k ys and told him where he would find the candles. He entered light d a candle and looked about the gteat, gloomy old apartment,. 'here was a strange sombreness about the gr at old house at which he could scarce repress a shudder. But be shook off bis superstitiou f ar , w nt to his gr at, lonely hed<'hamber and retired. He extinguished the lights, determinf'd that, come what might, he would pass he night in the haunted boul:lc. CHAPTER X. "six." Carl Greene bad no super titfon in his nature, and consequently was not long kept awakP from any fears of the ghosts. Ile fell asleep, 01 seemed to do so. But all of a sudden a trango, awful feeling came over him. Ile was neither asleep nor awake ; it was a sort of a terrible nightmare, such as we have all experienced-a nameless fear seizing us when we are buried in leep. He was. not fully a wake, yet be was conscious of some terrible voice in the distant corridor-in a deep, sepulchral voiceuttering the one word: "Six!" Il starled up. arl Greene was now wide awakP, and found a. cold sw at breaking out all over his body. IlP was seized by a terrible dread wbic-h he hacl nrvPr known h<>for<', eliaiued, as it were, in his bed. Ile was a.dually tl'emuling, he knew not why. A cold, icy blast of cleatb sPemed blowing UJJOn him. "\'{hat does this mean?" he asked. Then he started up and gazed all around the room. It was yet plunged in plutonian darkness, and he fancied that he could hear the whispenng of some awful voice in the distance. Carl Greene was a brave man. He had never shuddered even at facing death itself, and why should he tremble now? Ile placed his hand on the stand table and felt about for the loose matches be had laid there ; but his band shook so that be knocked the matches and candle off upon the floor. , tooping, he began feeling about for them, when that awful voice seeming m the air above him whispered : " ix!" "It's no imagination this time," he thought. The sound of the voice increased his trepidation, and he found himself scarcely able to stand. "Who are you?" he asked. "• ix." A faint, far-off, yet terrible whisper. "Six what?" " ix?" " peak! 1''hat, who are you?" " -i-x !" '.rhis time so faint and far away that the whisper seemed to drop from the clouds far above the house. climbed up into the second story, and went everywhere that an object might be concealed. "Ha, ha, htt ! It's an imagination, after all. If I bad never been told the house was haunted I would have slept all night. I'll go back to bed now and sleep, though a thousand ghosts swarm the buildil.lg." He wheeled about and started on his way through the corridor to his room, when a sudden gust of wind blew through the hallway and extinguished his light. He was in total darkness now. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha !" The most demoniacal laughter that ever greeted mortal ears fell on his ears now. It seemed to make the very building tremble to its rafters. arl 1r een , found his teeth chattering and bis knees knocking together. Yet by one tremendous effort he demanded : ""~ho are you?" "Six." "• ix what?'' "Six." "Six devils?" he roared. "Six." It was all the answer he could get. In his maddest desperation he snatched his revolver from bis scabbard and cocked it. "Speak! Come forth, or I will fire!" "Ila, ha, ha, ha, ha!" "Bang !" went his pistol. He fired in the direction the sound came, a.nd scarce had the report rung on the air when it seemed as if ten thousand demons were shrieking and yeliing,in every direction. Wild cries, demoniacal laughter that seemed to make the old house tremble. Carl Greene was•now furious. He stooped and picked up the candle which be ha,d dropped, groped about in his vest pocket for a match. E irn,Jly he found i , and drawing it forth, was in the act of striking it when suddenly a pale blue light appeared upon the wall. He watched it grow brighter, until.mt last ther-P appeared the figure ''six." '' 7hat does•it mean'?" he called. " ix.'' "What does six mean?" There was no answer. "There is some mystery about this haunted house," thought the detective. " ow, I remembet to have r ad of so me ghosts in my time who had a predisposition to words and nmneruls, or signs that were strangely significant. What is there aliont this numeral six?'' There was a hush for several moments, and then wild whispers, plain though unintelligible, ran like electri'c currents . along the upper walis of the house, and he felt his very frame thrill with horror. The awfulness of those whispers were enough to tnake the blood run cold. When he had sufficiently recovered he struck the match, lit his candle and fou .nd all as it had been before. The light had disappeared from the wall, nnd with it the mysterious figure. He heard no more strange voices, and the old house had 2 rlecidedly practical look about it. Carl Greene went slowly to his chamber. He set the lighted candle on the table, and threw himself on a. chair. His mind was filled with misgivings. "If I am deceived, I am badly deceived," he thought. "1\Iy ears might have failed me, but my eyesight-never!" Did Carl Greene really believe the house haunted'? "Well, to do him justice, no! The detective was almost beside himself. Vexation to a certain extent overcame his supernatural and eizing a match, he truck it nnd lighted the candle. That is, not in one sense of the word. We have a strange way fear, of believing a thing. We can almost believe two ways at once. Then be looked about t.he room. Nothing was disturbed. Every hirig was in its place just as when he went to bed. " Ia, ha, ha! I am a fool!" he thought. "It's no use for a man to boast that he is not superstitious. It's natural to the human family, and we can't get rid of it. We may be brave enough in broad daylight anywhere, but when it comes to a dark night, a windy lane, a lonely grnveyard, we all must needs whistle a little to keep our courage up. I find that am only human, after all." He looked about the room, even peeping under the bed. His cheek flushed with shame as he did so, and he muttered to himself: For instance, dear reader, two friends tell you of a certain matter. Each is alike credible authority, and both tell the story in a different manner. Now, whom do you believe? You about half believe both. A man who in this practical o.ge knows such a thing as a ghost is the creation of an ignorant mind cannot help that strange feeling of an amazement at what he cannot by any means understand. Carl Greene, in his sober sens , when be sat down to hard, earnest reosoning, knew there was no such thing as a ghost, but when the awful reality of a voice without a body-a light without a candle--was before him, he, unable to explain it•riatisfa.ct01•ily to himself, very naturally felt his hair rising on end., "I am glad there is no one here to see me. I feel like a ,fool "Oh, this is all nonsense," he said. "There is something here, that I know, but it is a natural substance, and I will find out ce1lar and : what it is before I give it up." going about in this way." Ile went out into the hall and descendeJ to the

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18 TJ-rn .L\1 f !J, BO .,. I :r E . • A ,mldPn blast of air, oming from • some p lace he knew not w here, wept into the room and extinguished t he light. Then came the crv : "Six!' . This voice seemed on his right. " ix." Another on his left. '' i ... .'' Before him. '' ix." Rebind him. .. ix." Above him. I i •" "'\Yell, if you are six, I am seven," be finally cried. " ow what do yon make out of it'? You are no ghosts, but somebod,v with a 1impo e, and I intend t stay here, and the sooner ~ou give up this JtonsC'nse and let me go to sleep the better." He poke in a very loud voice-loud enough o be h ard all over lhe hou e. Therp was a hush nfter thE' d tective had poken, and the d tec tive listened long. "Wf.'ll, if they have been frightPned at my voi a bull t might R, old man, how yon ll'ifl with thing of unotb r world." " ., ou had bettei beware how .rnu trifle with things of this world.'' "I am not mortal man." " \Vell, you will find me not only mortal but fotal." "Listen." "Go ahead." "This house is sacred to 1hf.' s1iirits of the drpmted." '' h, is that so?" ''We have dedkate>d it to tbe immortal six who fell in this house." "W 11, tbPre may be a seventh add d if this nonsense is kept np." "Fooli h man, bow can t lhou in such levity talk when you are in the presence of the dead 't" ' Go ahead. Tell me rour story." ''\Yould t thou hearken?" "I'll promise to listen.'' "Wouldst thou heed the fate of the awful six?" ''Well, I might and I might not. It is just owing 1"o whether I think you are lying or not !" ''Beware! beware! bewate ." " \Yell, go ahead and t JI me what you mean by ix. Do you mean th si bullets I have in m~• pistol, or do you mean some other man's si. -hooter?" '''l'here were si. bfother who came to '.r xas year ago when thi. hon. e was an inn. "'l'hey came to buy lanrl, aud bad with them each a thousand dollars. They stopped here over night." "Hold on. Are you one of the six?" "I am, an' I was John, the eldest." "Go on, old ,J obn Six." "Beware how you trifle with the feelings of the dead." "Go on, and bewnre how you trifle with the feelings of the livg," Carl Gre ne answered. The d t ctive had fully regained bis composure, and was now at work in a new way to expose the spirit. He had a pocket dark lantern which he was holding under. bis oat, trying o light it witbo\1l a single ray of the burning match being seen. Carl thought : "Ghosts and rascals don't have any special love for the light. They are no doubt very close ly related." He had succeeded at la'-'t in lighting the lantern and closing the l s lide. 'l'he voice was speaking. . " .rbe six brothers were stopping in this house, and the landlord, knowing of thc-ir go ld, determined to possess it. "He and his sons murdered tl.Jim in their le p." "He was a cowarfl ly o ld robbir." "He took theii money and threw their bodies in a well." That was mean." "SincP then' our spirits have haunted this house. We drove h im away from it. It belongs to us--" "tC'S, as a kind of nocturnal stamping ground." ""\Ve a llow no one to pass a night under this ro of." arl had got range of the voic , , and holr!ing bi revo lv r ready cocked, flashed bis light. He discovered a small hole in the wall, and fired at it before it . could close up. A shl'iek of real agony fol1owed. the shot. "I guess you are only five now,'' he yelled. A sharp blast of wind from the wall toward his light a, trac ed bis attention. " Oh, n o ; you can't put this out." Bang! He fired at the small bole in the wall. "Oh-ohoh ! " yell d a voi e from beyond . "Only four left now, I gu ss. 'I he Six family are suffering a reduction." With his lantern arl nt closer and rapped the wall with his knuckle. I was hollow. He then determined to ~nrl out the agenC'y of tbis stupendou mystery. Again he retnrnecl to th cellar. Before he got to it be closed the slid of hi lantern • nrl removE'cl his boots. Then be er p noise! ::.-sly dowu the t ilway. At 1he bot1om hE' bnlted and Ii tened. Rtrange whispet. C'Uillfl from some direc tion, and it was some time bf'fore he could lorat it. Ile finally discovered that it was in th uorthwest corner, and crept rlo e to the wnll. rouching down almo s t to the floor, he listened rarefnlly ancl heard thr followi ng: ''You'l'r not bad hurt." "It's ba.'' "You'rr right. '11here's six of us; we ought to get rid of one." "We ought!" " \Ve will!"

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THE J l\IE,1 B " ix." thought arl re<'n<', "and I have six in his rev Iver. I '\Ye are even ; let them come." HAP'l'ER .,TI. A STRANGE BED .FELLOW, The d t ctive wa in doubt how hi . adv nture was to encl, •hen uddenly tbe panel of th wall slid upward, and he saw a small apartment in which five 0L' ix men w re itting, and one in the a<'t of leaving. It was a ingular apartm n , h ing round instead of quare. In the apartment were tub 8 , ml <'ard s and <'hair , and every appliance ne<'es ary to carry on the gh o t bu. ine s. Halt. urrend r !" cried the d t <"ti\'e . Bang! Down came the do01, and tlw cl t ctiY found himself shut out. But he was not to b baffled. He turned on th slide of hi lant rn, i ml s curing an ax lying near, seized it and smashed in the do r, or rafh('r Rliding pun l. L aping through with 111<' Jant rn in 011P hand anl'll in hi left hand And his coeked pi tol in his right. The <'Owardly countrrfeiter.-had fl d, h w ver, by an underground passage. arl went back to th haunted hon e and went to bed. Th gho ts bothered him no more that nigl t. t arly dawn he was up and dr ssect, ancl fl hreakfost he et out as if to leave thf' ountry. Rut h had no idea of going far from thP neighborhood. He bad heard enough f i J th c•otmter feit r to lead him to believe that the ,James Boy .... ould be in the n ighborhood, ancl ~• gave h i m hi. supp r and fed his hor e, but ndvi ed h im to go further on. "How fur'll I hev ter go 't" he asked. " 'Bot t a mile," the old farmer an. w reel. "l'p t her erick 't'' "Right up Injun rick.'' I h erd tl.iar wor a house in this neighborhood what war haunt. d." H, but it is not up Injnn ri k; it's down njun rick." "'l'hey say the road. ain't safe.' "Guess no un'll hurt you.'' "Robbers." ' h, some people say them J eems Bors ail around in th' neighhorhood, but I don' half-way bele v il.'' "Don't ye?" " ro." T alJ, stranger, y 've tuk a load off my mind.'' "Why?" "Ka e I he rd that air tory, an' I'v b n Ii 'in' in dread ,er since on a count o' it. Lem me tell yer, I don't want anything ut all t r do with them infarnil Jeems boy ." " or me.'' "\Vall, goocl day." '' ood-by ; sorry can't keep y , but it's jist ez I tell yer. allr's got the measle , Tommy the mumps, the old woman'. got the neuteraligia, Ka y the rheumatiz, PollJ the fever, an' me a slight touch o' the lumbago.'' " rau, yer a pur y badly used up famil~, ain't J ' 't" " es.'' " oocl night." "Good-by.'' Carl Gre ne rode away, a king him . elf a e1v seriou. qne tion as to whether the old fellow was tclli'1g-him n 1 rn t h or a false hood. He came to the conclusion soon that bi s family affairs , t•re not n .arly so bad as repre en ed. It was late at night before he drew up at another hou 'e. The tardy moon had so far failed to make her appearance, ret the eastern sky was growing almost bright ns silv r wi h the near pr , ence of pale-faced Luna. The house at which the old preacher-dete tive dr w rein was a wotory log cabin. One of tho e tall tructure , the height of which seemed too great for its width. "H llo!" The hon was there. "Hello!" dog barked. "Ilello ." The Ia t call brought an old man in his shirt sleeves from the hou e. The night was very warm and ultry, and the farmer had not retir d. "Who be ye?" " I air Reverent Ravir1g Black." "'\Vhar yer gwine ?" .. m a pre cher. • ' h, that means yer comin' hyar.'' " 7all, yas.'' "Wall, I thort so." "Why?" "They all do." "Who?' "'rhe prea her ." ".F"in yet keep me till mornin' ?" "Dun know. I'm full.'' "Ao'm I. Had supper hack at th' next house." "But my house air foll.'' "It's well ter boast o' a well-filled house." " er don't uniter tan
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20 THE J A ms BOYS I "Men. " "It may be part of Jesse James' band," thought the detective. Speaking aloud, be asked : "Can't yer let me sleep in yer house? On the :floor'll do ef yer can't do no better." The farmer reflected a moment. "Wall, tbar's some un in every bed. Come in, tbp', an' lem me see wot I kin do." The detective dismounted. "Bow, wow, wow, wow!" barked the dog, running at the man as soon as be bad dismounted. "Git out, Ball, ye dinged old fool. Ye don't want ter bite a preecher, d'ye ?" "What mougbt yer name be?' Carl Greene asked. "I'm old J onatban Ruggles. Everybody all round th' country knows me, so they do." "Ob, yes.'' "Hearn tell av me, ain't yer?" " res.'' "Tbc,.rt so." "Most everybody knows ye.'' "Bet they do. Come in." ""Who all's stoppin' byar ter-nigbt?" asked Carl Greene, when they were in the room to themselves. "Wall, thar's a peddler." "Pete?" "Yas, Pete the Peddler." "Any more?" "Y.as." "Who?" "Two cowboys." "Whar from?" 1 "Spring Crick.'' "Ab1 yes. Any more?" "Yas.'' "Who?" "Two fellers from Kansas." "Wall, ain't that all?" " o.'' "My wife's sister ancy an' thl'ee children air hyar, an' cild Mrs. Bradist, she air been byor fur a week." "Wall, ye've got a purty big family." "Ah, yes -as wife 'n I an' nine children.'' "D'ye keep hot l ?" Carl Greene asked. ,, o." "Wall, ye've got a good big houseful.'' "Ya-as, we air a leetle might crowded jist now. But I reckin we kin make room fur ye. Now, 'f ye ain't got no objecshun ter sleepin' wi' a stranger, I kin fix it." "How?" "Put ye'n bed wi' th' p ddler." "Wall, I ain't no objecshun." Carl Greene began at the same time to wonder, however; bow he was to arrange his make-up and toilet for the next morning in the presence of the peddler. "It won't do to wash my face," he thought. "Did ye say ye'd been ter supper?" "Yes.'' "Where?" "Back on ther road 'bout six miles.'' "Wall, when d'yer want ter got' bed?" "Purty soon. My boss?" "Oh, he'll be taken keer on." "Will he?'' " es.'' "An' fed?" " es, fed. My boys do all that.'' "He wants to be rubbed and curried. l s'pect I orter look arter him myself.'' The farmer turned his amazed face toward the strange uest and said: " ow wot's the matter wi' all o' you?" "Who?" "You fellers.'' "What fellers?'' "You fellers.'' "I ain't but one feller.'' "But you an' them others wot came byar ter-night-all so pesky skeered about yer bosses.'' Carl Greene started. He had only had n strong suspicion all along that the cowboys might be a part of the James Boys, but now it was rapidly grow ing into a certainty. How was be to ascertain more about them? Carl had been carefully studying the farmer, and thought he now hnderst-ood him. h • ay, mist9r--" he said. "I want ter ax y somethin." "Go ah ad.'' "I dun know whether yer one o' ther onreginerated, or whethe r ye've been gathered in its fold or not ; but lem me ax yer--" "Go ahead.'' ''I want ter talk about them fellers." "What fellers?" "Let's set down.'' "Thar's a cheer." "Ye ain't in a hurry, be yer?" " o.'' • or I . " "Go on.'' " ir them all cowboys?" "I don't know.'' "Do they look like cowboys?" " es.'' "Talk like 'em?" " ot much." "Well, can't yer describe some o' 'em?" The old farmer looked at Ce.rl Greene and seemed very much puzzled. t last he said : "Yes ; I kin, I guess.'' "Wall, how do they look?" He described two or three. arl Greene clenched his fist, and could hardly keep from strik• ing it on his kneE:, It's the James Boys, he thought. But now that he had found them, bow was he to make the arrest? "Do I dare appeal to the farmer for help?" he asked himself. Then h thought of the peddler. He seem d like an honest fellow. Might he not trust him? "I will," he thought. "D'yer want ter go to bed?" "Yes, sir.'' "Wall, come on." He took up a candle and led the way, Carl Greene following: him. Up a narrow flight of stairs they ascend cl, coming into a narrow, <"ramped hallway, and finally stopped at a door. "Hap, rap, rap," went the farmer's knuckles on the door. "'Vho' thar ?" asked a voice. "It's me." "What d'ye want?" "I want to put another feller in bed wi' ye; I am full.'' There was some growling and disapproval, but the peddler finally rose and, opening tbe door, saicl: "Come in.'' Carl Greene and the landlord entered. The peddler's pack was in one corner of the room, and he had again crawled into bed. "This 'e1e chap's a preecher feller, an' pe's got ter sl eep hyar wi' you ur out o' doors.'' "Wall, I reckin he kin, but I've got the each;'' the peddler growled. Carl Greene was not deterred by the dangers of such a con tagion, and was soon in bed with the peddler. The fell ow kept his head cov red. It puzzled Carl until by the merest accident his hand brushed the pillow and touched a wig that had rome off his head. "Great heaven, he is in disguise!" thought Carl. ''Why, my bedfellow is Jesse James himself !" CHAPTER XII. A SCUFFLE IN THE DARK. Carl Greene was in a predicament. What was he to do? In the same bed with Jesse James, the bandit king, the man for whom he had been years searching. Jesse's head was on his pillow, his right hand was under the pillow, and arl was not long in discovering that the hand clutched the butt of a 1evolver. "Well, I'm in for some kind of an adventure," he thought. "DoPs Jesse suspect who I am, or is that act of his only a common net of cautior. ?" He lay for a moment d bating what to do, and then, still keep ing up his character of a preacher, asked: "War yer asleep?" "Yes." "An' we woke yer ?" "Did.'' "Sorry.'' " ever mind." I

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"Kin soon go ter sleep ag'in, can't yer?" "Yes." " old many good ter-day ?" "r o." "B tt<"r blow out ther candle." "Yes." "Wall?" THE JAME arl raised out of the bed and blew the candle out. Then he lay do n by the side of the most terrible bandit the world has ever known. "The lion and the lamb have truly lain down together," he thought. A lion would not have b en more dangerous at that moment than Jesse James if the bandit had any suspi ion of the det cfrre. "Had a hard day's hunt, did ye?" he asked, for bis object was to keep Jesse's mind engaged. "Yas." "\Vhar yer goin' ter-morrer?'' "I dun know." "I wish I war hum." "Whar d'ye live?" Jesse was keeping up his character, which led arl Greene to hope he was not di~covered. "In Arkinsaw." "Wot cher doin' down hyar?" " reachin'." "Y 'v got a good way from hum." "Yas." "Travel much?" "A'mo all th' time." "' ver hev any trouble?" '' h, yes. Lost my wife, an' that giv me trouble." "But wi' robbers?" 'r o. Wot robbers'!" "The ,James oys. '.rhey uster be in Arkinsaw." 11Yes." ". Tever seed 'em?'' "Oh, yes." "When?" "A year or wo ago." "An: they didn't kill yer?" " o." " t' a wonder." "It ain't." ' by?" "Because they wouldn't hurt a pore old preecher." "Thort they killed everybody." " To; they don't." "Go a bad name." "Yes. 'iv' er dog a bad name an' hang him, for he's no good any more." "'Vall, I'm sleepy." "So'm I." "Let' go ter sleep." "Agr ed." "Good night." "Good-by." Then both pretended to be going to sleep, though neither of them had any intention of doing so. Carl lay very till. ".Air ye asle p ?" his companion asked. " o.'' "Thou"bt you wor." " n' I thought you wor." "How funny !" " cs, very funny." " am le py, ain't you?" " o, but I'm trying ter go to sleep." " o'm r.u " Vall. go ter sleep, pilgrim, an' I won't do a thing ter keep ye from it." ' 1I'm tired." "• o'm I." "Tramped a long way." "I arried ::ny big pack." " rter sell ' m all out." "Easier said 'n done." "I 'pose so." "I know it." "Wall, let's go to sleep." " II right. I'm sleepy." " o'm I." .,. Thi8 time Carl Greene really feigned sleep. Fe closed his eyes and breathed hard. .Tesse .James' eyf's opp,ncd wirle. As noisPiess as a shadow, lie raised himself on his elbow and gazed down in the face of lbe cl t ctive. TE/A 21 '.rhe detective feigned sleep so naturally that it might have dePeived any one. "I believe he is really asleep,"' the bandit king of America said as he raised himself a little higher. Higher and higher he rose, until at last he sat up by the side of Carl Greene. "Well, now to unravel this mystery," said Jesse. "I will go down-down to the very bottom of it and know who and what he is." Carl Greene held bis breath, and it was by the greatest effort of his life that he kept his eyes closed. After a Jew moments .Jesse got up out of bed and lit a candle. "I'll see who he is," the bandit king muttered to himself. "He may be a pr a her-and I believe he i -and he may, not." The candle slipped from his hand and fell. It was extinguished, and all was darkness again. "Hang the lock!" Carl moved. The noise might be suffiC'ient to wake a light sleeper, and he asked : "What's the matter?" "Oh, nothing." said Jesse James. 'I was just looking around fur my terbacca, and knocked ther candle off ther stool, . th.at's all." "D'yer chaw terbaccer uv a night?" " es." "Bad habit, brother." "Why'/" "I onct knowed a feller who had a habit o' chawin' terbacker when he was asleep, an' one nigh he went ter sleep wi' a chaw in his mouth and got ehoked ter death." "Did he?" "Yes." "Wall, he had better git choked on terbaccer than suthln' else." "A rope, for instance." "Ha! ha! ha!. Yes, a rope." ~'A bone t man ain't afeerd o' a l'ope, be he, Pete?" ":ro." "Honest men leep sound." "Yes." " ever 'spicion anybody." " Jo." "A honest man arter he goes ter bed lays thar." " ou bet." " ever gits up ter rob a neighbor!" " o-uo." "Nor to see wat he looks like when asleep?'' " o-no." "Nor for a chaw o' terbaccer?" "Look her , old gospel pounder, wat in ther na.shun air ye drivin' at?" "Not you -oh, no." "Look ee hyar--" " ca 't." "Why?' "Yer put the candle out." "Wall, listen t' me." • " lark ter yer gentle voice, eh?" "Yes, I want te tell ye, ye old weazen face hypocrite, that yer talkin' too 1 lain." "Wall, wat air you doin ?" , 1a rI (heene was trying to reacl:i his revolver in the dark, but had failed so fnr. " ''l'ain't none o' yer business, an' ef yer don't want yer mug smashPd ye had better keep yer mouth shet, d'ye hear?" "I won't." "Ye will." "I won't." "I'll sbet it." Carl Greene knew thaf the moment for the terl'ible death struggle had com , and he sprang at the villain's throat and clutched 'him. Jesse .Tames had his pi to! in his hand, but was in such close contac with Carl GrPene that he was unable to use it. They fought and sirnggled and rolled over upon the floor. "Let go of my throat : " ,T esse gasped. "L t go the revolver!" "I know you now . " "I have known you all along." "Have you?" "Yes.'' "I'll be the death of you, arl Greene!" ",Jesse ,Tames, yo 1 lkked me once, bu I am more than a match for you this lime." With his left hand he dung to .Jesse's throat, and with his right he grappled his pistol. Knowing that Jesi;;r would dischaLge thf' rrvolvcr if an oppQrtnnity afforded, he thrust his hancl under the hammer, so that when it fell it clamped on his fingers and failed to explode.

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22 'IHE JAME -------------Hi. finger were brui ed and ut hr the hammer of th pi tol, but he dung to it with d nth-like determination. ''Let go mJ' throat!" Jesse gasped feebl "Give up the pi tol." "I won't." "Let go, or •ou will die." "I won't." Then arl Greene threw all his wonderful trength into his trong left arm and choked him into in en ibilit . Then he wrung the revolver from his hand. " ow, it' over with," said arl r ene, panting from his . Dra'\Ving a pair of handcuff from one of hi capacious poc ets, be put them on the bandit. Then b got up and lit his lantern. Carl Greene always carried a small but po erfol po ket dark lantern in bis pocket, to have ready on :-;uch occasions as the present. He gave the room a careful examination. and then look d at the pri oner, who was black in the far from the effect of his trangulation. He was recovering, and in a few moments more was able to speak. CHAPTER XIII. IKE A D FRA "K. " o you feel better?" arl ask eel. " arl Greene!" "Ob, you are recovering." 'Yes." "You will do well." "'Vbat do you intend doing with me?" 'We will discus that after a while." "It seems to me that we have been getting even with e ch other for some tim , have we not?" "Yes." "Well, who is ahead at pre ent?" "You seem to hold the winning band at pre ent, but--" "But you would ay ther i a bidden hand?" "Yes." "I know of it." "Do you?" "Yes." " ou bad better beware, Carl Greene." "I know hat you menn, Jes e James. A pa.rt, if not all of your band are here in this hou e." "How do you know that?" " he farmer told me." "Did he old fraud su p ct--" "Oh, he uspected nothing. But before we proceed further, Je se James, I will have to request you to lo r your voic , t>r I shall be compelled to .stuff a handke1cbief in your mouth. Thi would be very unplea ant for you, and by no means an agreeable ta. k for me." Jesse James ground his teeth in silent rage. arl Greene bad removed hi r volv r and boLmd a cord about hi arms above the elbow , tying the rope behind his back. "It's all up with you, Jesse." "W e'Il see." "You can't get away." " h, t ere' many a lip twixt cup and lip,'' he an wer d. "I have provided again t any slip on this occa ion, my dear fel low." Carl Greene rose and began to examine the room. A t the moment hi face was turned a dark face appeared at the ~•.-indow. closer examination would have tolcl one that the fa mask d. It was the fysterious Ike. the ~Ia kcd Tnknown, individual who for years was a wonder nnd a puzzl .Tames Boy them elves. why he went armed was a puzzle, a w II a ev rythin about this remarkable man. He never fought. But of late it bad been learned that Ike' mi ion wa to ave life and to hurt no one. Timberlake, the great Missouri heriff and hero of a lrnndr d hard-fought battle with the James Boyi., had L ued ord rs to all his deputies to under no circum tance do the my terious Ike any harm. But Ike was not alone on this occa ion. -tall, slend r man wa at hi ide .. II wore a broad-brimmed hat, and held a cocked revolver in his hand. This was Frank James. How Ike hanced to ome up ju t at th right mom nt to ave Je e from ertain captivity may seem r markabl strange. How he and rank happened at th t indow at thi mo t opportune instant is truly remarkable. Frank' fa e was t 'rn and dark, and levelin his revol a.t the detecti , be as t king a d llber t aim t his he rt h n the Iys eriou Ik touch d his arm. "Don't !'' he whispered. "Wh ?" "It won't do." "The f llow i arl reene." "Well--,' "The det ti\'e." "But you don't dar hoot him." Frank lowered his pistol. "How are w going to liberate ,T , I would like to know, if we ar to b k pt from hooting down bis captor." ' I won't allow it." " an it be done?,, "Liber te Jess?' "Yes." "How?" " ome away." Ike led Frank asid . The bandit king' brother was almost furiou . "Ike--" "Rush, Frank-let's not have anything more so loud." "Loud-I wa talking in a whi per." "Ra, ha, ha, you had b tter •all it a roar." "Well--" "If you want to et up a neat little job on that feUo arl Greene ;1rnu don t want to be giving him not ic by •eJling so a to be heard all over the hou . I have no part ufar fancy for Ii ten ing to the. whiz of bullet or e ing the fl.a h of gunpowder.'' "Are you oing to wait until he has killed Jesse?' " o." "\Vhat then '/0 "We must capture him alive." "How?" " trate y." " n, I know of none av in a bullet." "That would kill him." "Just what we intend to do anyhow." "Well, but not here." "Why not here?" "Becau e you woulcl g('t th t old farm r in troubl l\Iany a man ha bef::n au ed to uffer becau to b your friend." "Well, what do I care for this old farmer?" " Tothing, I uppose. But I do." "What is he to you? ' " othing." "Then why hould you are for him?" "For very good rea ons. He is a imple-minded, goo -hMr ed, honest old man. He was kind nougb to inconveui nee him elf for you." "Well, ye , I guess he did put him If ou a lit le." " o he did. nd would you shed bl od in hi hou e 1" "I care nothing for him." "I know it." "Then hy should I <'are wh t trouble he is put to by he detective being shot in bi hou ?" "Frank." "'Vell, Ike?" "I am going to have my way." "\\ f>ll, you ill, I gue s." " ow Ii ten to me." " Tes.' "That i a corner room." "Tru ." window in eac:h id ." " o I ob erve." "What I want of you is to <'limb up b the ladd r on th est side. I will climb the tr e on the outb. I ill r le a br n I on the south window, or do omething to at r <' hi ention, an you mu t rai e the west window soft) and slip in." "I see." "You undetstand the plan?" "I do." "Wha do ou think?" "I will work." "And you are willing to give it a trial?" " es.0 "One thing." "What?" " find this caref 11 ."

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THE J ME BOYS L TEX 23 "Well." "Do no bar to him if you can belt> it," "I won't.'' "Let death be the last resort." "I will." "Now, Frank, I mean this." "I know it." "See that you obey me to the letter." "Well, I will, I will." "Go then." In the meanwhile, the detective all unconscious of the dang r that urrounded him, and believine that J:es e's brother, and in f ct all the band were sleeping, was taking tnatters v r.t coolly. The bandit king looked up in th face of the det ctive and said : "You are very clever." "Decid ly." Carl took a cigar-ca e from his pocket. "Will you have a smoke, Jesse?" "If you please." He drew out a cigar, clipped the end of it with hi knife and placed it in Jesse' mouth. '".rhank you. Please give me a light." "I tru t you enjoy it," said the captor, ao his c ptive puffed douds of smoke from .the fragrant weed. " enjoy it v ry much." The action was very slow and yet life . was there. In •a trice Jesse was free. "Now, Frank, get the other boy up." Before Carl Greene bad regained consciou ness every man's horse was saddled. He wns trapped on his own hor e before he hardly comprehended what was being done, and galloped away. Scarce had the' party started ere there came a shower of bullets from a band of pursu rs. The sheriff and his men were on them. Down w nt arl's bor e, killed dead at the first fire." It was ll that was kill d, too. "Shoot the prison r !,, cried Jesse. Two or three turned to shoot Carl Greene, but he had been left behind. There w no time to go back, for their pursuers were crowding them clos ly. arl Greene was uninjured. He was cut loose from the hor e, and mounting another, joined in the chase. CH PTER XIV. BACK TO THE VILLAGE. arl then lighted a cig r, 'nd they smoked tog ther. The James Boys b ing upel'iorly soon left their pur~ "I hav been thinking we ongh to b going, J sse." suers far behind. " h, don't disturb me. I am enjoying mys Jf so well I don't care They gave up the cha , and retnmed to the holl'.1e o_ the farmer , to leave." who was lo t in wonder and amazement. " o doubt you do enjoy all the delay you can get, but you must , He had been awakened by the firing, which set all t he dogs to know om interests confli t." barking and children to crying, and C'au ed general constetnation. 11, there' plenty time." Running out he found hi gue t mounted and flying for life, "No, not plenty, but we will smoke our cigar and go." while after them were a score of mounted men. Jes e James had aught a glimps of th masked fac of that He found a dead horse in the ro d, nd that was the only exmysterious unknown, Ike, at the window, and knew full well that planation be got until the pursuers returned. ere those cigar had been smok d up, th re would be om means "Wall, what in all tarnashun do this mean?'' be asked. devised whereby he would be liberated. "Do you know who those men you were harboring were?" asked He smoked slowly, and talked in s ntly, to ttra.ct Ca1•l's atarl, who still bad a part of his prP11cher disguise on. tention. " es ; one was Peddler Pete." "I want something you have about you, Jes e," said arl reene. "Peddler Pete was Jesse James." ''What is it?" "What! I want to know." "1.'be chart." " t's true." "What chart." "WaU, be war amazin' fine peddler. Then them other chaps " ou know." was cowboys an' two cattle men." "How do I!" "Tb y were rank James and other members of the band." "There is but one." " all, I do want to know?" "I n't it easy nough to name it?" "It' so." " es." " .. a, do tell! Why, I'd a never believed th t." "Then do it." "It's so." "I menn the chart of th(' , an Brazo tnines." "Who air you." "Well, what of it?" "I am a detective." "I mean I want the chart you took from nss., li ggle Beecher " ot a prea her?" when you robbed the stage on the banks at Boyd's Fotd." ".r o." " h, yes, I remember that incid nt ery w 11." "I do want to tell. So ye lied to me when ye told me ye war a " ow, you will please turn it over." preacher.?" "Oh, no?" " es," Carl answ red, with a bin h. "Det rti're som times find "Then you will force me to tak it from you." the truth inconvenieut." "You ca.n't do it." "Wall, yer a slick un, but who air these other ch ps?" "Ob, can't I?" "They are the sheriff and his deputies." " o." "La! ye don't say so." "I'll show you," " es, I do." "Because I've not got it." "Well, I wouldn't a believed it ef ye hadn't a told me o, nn' ez ye "Not got it?" say yerself ye lied to me o ct, I dun kno h th r to believe ye "That's it, my huckl berry-I've not got it. So you can rest easy now or not." on that point." "It doesn't make any differen<'e, old man, wheU1ei you believe me "I don't believe you." or not. I will pay you for your nighfs lodging and go." "Plainly speaking, you mean to say I lie." "Before tnornin' ?" "Yes-I'll search you." "Yes." Carl Greene went through his pockets, but found not the much-"Wall, yer needn't." treasured paper. "Ob, I've got important business on band," While thus engaged he heard a rattlingof the window with such, "Wall, it looks about ez if he did." force hat he knew it was not the wind. Carl then went to the sheriff and asked : "What's that?" he cried, running toward the window. • "Is there a horse among your men I could et?" A sudden click, a silent, y t terrible rush of air, as if some pow-"I'll see." erful body were being hurled forw rd at an incredible peed. A moment later he returned. "Whack," came a blow. "I've found one," be said. Carl taggered. "Where?" "Whack !" a second blow. "Tom Tittle was wounded slightly by a bullet. It cut across his "Down he went." thigh, just raking up the skin, but it stnarts considerable, and "Hold on, Frank." Tom has about concluded not to go any further." "Well, what?" "Will he sell his bor e?" "You have done enough. Remember, you are not to take life_,' "He says he will." " know." "I will buy it." " s. be dead?" "I'll see bow much be asks.!' " o." The sheriff was gone but a short time when he returned. ri • "Rel ea e Jes e." "What's the pric ?'' H Ike sprang in at the window and felt the wounded ma.n's heart. "Two hundred dollars."

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24 THE JAMES BO S IN TEXAS. "Enormous." " :rot for llhat horse." "In 'l'exas, where there are a world of horses, it is too much for any horse.'' "Tom won't take less." It's be ause he knows I want to buy, and be is going to put the pric'e up on me." ''Well, it's that hors or nuthin." Carl Greene paid the price for the horse, and said : "I will want another in a few days, ancl I've a mind to have it shipped from Chicago or ew York, where hor es are <'heap r." "Don't you think ye got a bargain?" asked Tittle. ~,..tr.. TQ. ,, "Wait till you've rid him a few days." 'rbe sheriff's posse and detective set out in pursuit of the James Boys. At early dawn the posse, <'Ompletely tired out, gave up further )lUl'Sllit. "\Yell, I must go it alone again," thought Carl r ene. Ile whl'eled bis hol'se about and was on<<-> more on thr trail of he outlaw . ln this part of 'l'exas the conn ry even at this day is v ry sparsely populated. An occa.,ional vaquero in earch of lost ca tle, or a bunter, was all he seemed to meet. Trees grew along the banks of a stream he was approarbing. arl Green saw in the far distance a man. He was standing near his horse, holding a gun in his hands. "Now is that one of the James Boys or not?" he thought. He rod slowly and cautiously forward until be satisfied himself that the fellow was only a deer-hunter. Ile was waiting until the deer, which nearly always runs in a drcuit, should come around near enough and then he would shoot it. rl'he det ctive rode boldly up to him. "Good-morning, sir." "Howdy." "Hunting?" ''Watchin' fur a buck.'' ''Have you been here long?" "Ever since daylight.'' Have many people passed?" ., Tes." " n horseback, foot, or in wagons?" "Hos back." "About how many?" "Lem me see," 8.Dd th hunter scratched bis head as if to gather up all bis wits. Carl Greene preferred that he would tell without his asking any leading questions. "Go on." "There war five or six I know.'' "Five or six !" "Yes." "Well, did you notice their horses?" "Two on 'em war blame fine. One war a big black bPt that boss kin outrun anytbin"' on dirt ter-day.'' •'That horse is the famous iroc," Carl thought. hoss, an' I "Then he talked ter ther feller on ther bay horse. " hey seemed ussed mad rbout sumthin'. One on 'em p'inted a pistol at me an' axed: "'D'yer want ter die?' "What did you say?" "Why, I told him 'no.'" "Told him the truth, too." "Yer bet I did. Truth sarves better'n a lie in sich cases, an' I didn't deal sparingly with it, lem me tell yer." "Do you know who they wer ?" " o/' "Did they say where they were going?" "Didn't say nuthin' 'bot it, bu , stranger, the: made a bee-lin fur Yellville an' looked ez if they'll gone back right whar they cam from." Having gained about all the information that would be of use to him in the case, Carl Greene bade the hunter adieu and galloperl 1 away toward the timber. Then he rode up the cree k for a few mil e s, when he met a coun-tryman with a load of wood on his wagon. ''Have you seen any horsemen here?" he asked. •'Yes, furder on." "How much further?" "Well, guess they may be eight or ten miles ahead." C'arl lashed his tired horse on to a gallop. Ile knew that he would have to get a fresh mount soon. for his poor animal was n0 match ,for those famous roadsters of the James Boys, which were hardly animals, but merely tireless machines. On, on, and on, they galloped, he eight or ten miles behind, and lm,ing ' ground at almost every step. "I must have a fresh horse," he thought. Coming to a farm-house he drc-w rein and halloecl. F'o1'tunate1~ , the farmer was in. "\Vhat will you have?" he asked, as be came out in bis shirt sleeves. "I ave you a good saddle-horse?" "Two ur three on 'em." "Do you want to sell or trade them?" "Wall, what yer want fer ter trade fur?" "My horse is tired out, an
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THE JAl\IE8 BO drink too much, and who n ver qua1T('lerl with anyone. He soon became a great favorite with nil \ ho kn w him. A few days later he had made the acquaintanc of some tall, rough-looking a desperal lighl flashed from his yes. 'o one was in ear-shot, ancl bending over the table he whispered: "I am not going to starve." "You will steal?" "I"ve got to Jive." ;•na, ha. ha, ha !" laughed the L>Iack-whiskered man. ''Ha, ba, ha, ha.' laughed Barney. "Would you like a job 't" "Would a hungry pig like swill?" "Would you care if it was a nit risky?" "Divil take the riRk. what's risk against a certainty?" ""\\'hat do you mean'!" "I'm certain 1.o starve." "Ah!" "I'll take any risk not to." "You are brave." "Begorra, I've never been barked out, an' many is the chip I've slapped off the shoulder of the gossoon as I doesn't like." "Well, Barney, I think you will do." "Of course I'll do." "How much will it pay'!" tooping over, the dark-whiskered mau whispered iu Barney's ear: " 1 ive thou and dollars.'' "Oh, no; ye'r givin' me blarn y, man." "Ind eel, I am not." "What d'y want to be goin' to rai e the hopes of a poor lad like me that way for'!'' "I am not. Li l n, I tell you a trutha real, substantial truth." " ucb luck never happens to a Doolan." "But you have not beard all." "What else?" "This' is a dangerous matler." " anger-may the divil fly away wid the danger, says I." 'You are brav ." "Didn't I tell yez so 't" " ou are the man I want." "For five thousand dollars 'l" "I do." " :Iisthur Baker." That was the name lhe black-whi kered, black-haired man llad ghen as his own. ''Well, Ba ney 't" "I am yours." "Will you do what I want done?" " or five thousand?" "Yes." "I'll do it. begorra. if mortal man can do it." "Mortal man can." "Tb n I ran." "But 1 (]uires a strong arm." " nd ain't mine a strong one?" "And a stout heart." "Ob, begorra, mine becomes stouter than Sampson for five thousand dollars." "Don't be too certain thnt you won't fail." " ot if there's five thousand in sight." "You don't know what is required of you." "B gorra, no. Tell me." " .. Tot here." "Why?" "Too many to see-too many to hear: "When will ye tell me'?" "Soon." '''Vhere?" "In my room." "I'll go wid ~-e." 'Come on." 25 Ther rose and left the saloon. 'wo vicious-looking fellows were standing at the <1001. Baker pa ed to whisper in one's ear: "It's all right." "Sure?" "Yes." "He bites." "Ile does. Ie's hungr.r, staning-just the man be wants.'~ "Is he a locksmith'?" "Yes." Barney-the innocent, guileless Barney-was waiting with his left foot on the lower st p and his hand on the rail. "I am coming,'' said Baker. He led he wa.r up the stair to his room. Once in Bake, closed and locked the door. Then be turned to arney, who stood watching him, and said; "Sit down!" "Yes, sir." "How long have you been out of work?" "Six months." "Ilave you any money?" "No." " .,. ow, suppos I give you this job, will you be faithful 'r' "Faithful is 1t, begorra. I'll be faithful with ye even unto the death." "Suppose the work is ri ky'?'' "Divil take the risk, says l." "Suppose it's not exactly in accordance with law'/" "Is it in ac('ordance with law for me to starve?" "Ko." "What the divil will the law do for me'!" "It will protect the rich man. It will keep the poor man from taking a single crust of bread from bis table even if he be sta1ving. It will protect the rich, scheming villain in his infamous swindle . to swindle the poor out of th ir hard earnings. The laws are for the rich and not the poor." "I b liev ye." "N" ow, will rou work for me in defiance of law?" ''Yes, begona. in defiance av the divil." ''Good." "'Vhat is it?" "You are a locksmith, you said?" "I did." Well, clo yon think you could break a bank vault lock?" "Any lock that's made." \Vould yon'!" ''I might." "].,01 five thousand r-"Yec, if I wasn't shot while doin' on it."' "You will be guarded." "I'll do it," "Barney, do you know who I am?" ''lUisthuh Baker." "Baker be hanged-no." "Thin who th' devil be ;yez, anyway?'' "Ila, ha, ha, ha, it' a good joke. Did you ever hear of Je sse James?" "Jesse James, tl e bandit king av merica ?" "Yes." "Roight I hev." "I am he." "What?" "Yes." ''Ye don't want to ell me?" "It's true, Barney." ''Th great highwa~man. The fellow would make Jack Sheppard, Claude Duval an' Dick Turpin sick an' ashamed av the busines ." "I am he." '' egorra, did iv r I think me e, es would hev the bono1 av be• holdin' one so important in merican history. Inda "', ir •an hardly belave me own eyes aven now." "It is true, Barney." "Indade, be ye the great highwayman?" "I am .Jesse .Tames." ••Oeh hone ! how I am honored." "Will you help u , Barney?" /

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THE JAME " Indade, I should be honored and delighted." "You will --then let me tell you my plan." "Goon." "We intend to rob the First National Bank." "An' make a pile?" "A big haul." "Whin?" " oon. But here is our trouble. The main bulk of the money is kept in an inside vault locked. ow, the ke y is seldom to be found." "How the di vii do they get the money?'' "Oh, it is opened once or twice a week, and maybe oftener to get sufficient money out. But ju t now that inside vault contains about hree million dollars." "Begorra, what a pile av money!" "Do you go with us, carry the right tool s , and break the lock while we guard the outside, and I will pay you fifty thousand dollars." "Begorra, I'd batther down the gates of Hades for such a sum." " ! can depend on you?" 'ivery time." ' "Then good-bye-I must go!" He led Barne y to the door. ' '\Vhin d're want me?" "I will let you know where will you be'?" ''Begorra, I don't know. Out of money-and me board bill here unpaid." "That shall be all ri ht." .Jesse James counted out one hundred dollars, and handing it to Barney, s aid : "That much 0now as a sort of a retainer." Then Barney went and settled his board bill and retired to his own room. "Ah, Jesse James, Jesse James. You are certainly stupid indeed to pay th board bill of the very man who' ,ntching you. You have this day set a trap in which you will be caught, and no mis take. The wicked are really never safe." Barney was none other than Carl Greene, the greatest character detective that the world has ever known. Great indeed be must ha v e been to have deceived Jesse James. CHAPTER XVI. "Good evening, sir." "Good evening." "Are you Mr. Goode?" "Yes." THE LONE TREES. "Nathaniel P. Goode?" ,, "I am, old gentleman. What do you want?'.' •You are the president of the First National Bank of this city, r believe?" "I am." "I want to see you." "Who are you?" 'Tobia Lankard is my name." "Where are you from'(' " yerywhere." "\Vhere are you goiug'1" "Nowhere. I'w c ome t o talk with you." The visitor at 1.his late hour to the house of the p11esident of the l'~ir t ationul Bank was an old man about seventy, with snow white hair and bC'ard . "Do :vou live in Dennis on'!" " o, ir.' ""'el1, what i s your business?" "Arc we alone?" " es.'' "Quite sure'!" "Yes.'' "It's a very i mpo 1ta111 matter, Mr. Goode." "Well. I would stake m ; v life that no one will hear a word that we may say, C'X<"ep t yon and I." "I want to tal k w ilh :,--ou about your bank.'' "What of it?" " on h ve f>On iep your seat, plea.,e. Don't become excited, pray." "Bulbut this i s inexplicable---" "Be calm." "Who are yon?" ''I told you my name v :as Tobias Lankard." "But what did you come here for?" -~To befriend you, Mr. Goode.'' TEXA. "Met" "Yes, and your bank." "WeJl, what of it?'' "It is to be robbed." "Robbed!" "Please sit down.". "Do you mean what you say?" "I would hardly play a joke in su h a serious matter." "But, oh Hea en-ruin, di s grace, death--" " on en e-there is no ne d of ei her." "Why?" " top the robb ry." "When i~ it' to be?" "The seventh.'' "And this is the fifth?" "Yes ; day after to-morrow nigbt." "Ob, dear; what shall I do?" "Be a man.'' "I am; I'll go and have the scoundrels arrested." " o." "Why? "Because I believe you have some sense left." •r think I have." " it down.'' ".i: ow listen to reason, will you, and swear to keep all thi a s Cl"et, save to the parties I tell you you may reveal it to, and all will go well. You will not lose a dollar and may capture the wou]dbe robbel's.'' "Who are they?" "Will you obey me?" "Yes." "The James Boys." " nd you?" "I am a detective.'' "A detective! How did you get their secret?" "We never tell how we gain our informatiou. I t i not alway best to do so.'' " Do you know that the y intend robbing the bari.k r "I know they intend to tl' on the evening of the seventh." "Well, we'Jl be ready.'' ".1.. ow , mind, you let me plan thh; def nse." "WU, how?" "They will have with them a young Irishman named Barn y.' " b, I hav seen him." " es, he was in your bank ye terday.'' "He was." " ou took him in your office and told him tq examine your lock and see if he could mend it." "How do you know that?" "I saw you.'' "Impossible ! I swear that Barney and I were all that were in the room." "I saw you all the same. But you ne d not be ala rmed. Barney, though be ha,s been regularly mu~ter d in the band, is not a rn mber at heart. Barney i s lik e myself, a det tive. Barn y is V<'ry much like me sometimes. When we are both as ourselv e are one person.'' "\Vbat do you mean 't" "I mean that I am Barney. It was I who examin d your lo<'k. .Tesse James sent me, and I am no locksmith, but he thinks I am. It all serves my purpose.'' "Who are you?" "Carl Greene.'' " arl Gr ene -Pinkerton' most famous detective? Wby, impo s sible! I wouldn't have thought it!" "It is true." • ou are a wonder!" "There is no time for admir tion. I want you to have the chief of the polic here at twelve o' lo k to-night without fail, and we will lay our plan ." "All right." "Say not a word to any one else, and don't let him know what is wanted of him unti.1 I come.'' Mr. Goode promised to obey his in tructions to the Jetter, and Carl Greene took his departure. When he reached the hotel he found Jesse James hamm l'ing on hi!!! door and rying : "Barney, Barney !" "The young scamp is drunk, ir," said the old man. "I saw him going in there half an hour ago.'' With some language more forcible than elegant, Jesse turned about and left arl Greene in the hall. "Poor Barney, you will have to give a good account of yourself in the morning," said Carl Greene. When no one was in sight he openPcl the door and went in. t midnight he met tl,le chief of police, and all was arranged for th seventh.

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THE J Ne t day the old man was nowhere to be seeo, but Barney's ,yes showed signs his recent debauch. Jesse James met him auc.1 ordered him to his room, where be ;ave him a severe lecture for getting drunk when they were on the ~ve of a very dangerous and altogether important enterprise, Barney persistently declared it was not his fault, and that noth ing wrong would come of it. The evening for the burglary came, and the banditti were all as embled at Jesse's room. arney, alias Carl reene, was with them. They were to enter by the rear of the hou e to the bank. There was a gate at the rear yard, and n big wall all round it. Barney was to hold back until they bad ente1•ed. They bad ;carcely got inRi
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28 THE. JAMES BOYS I N TEXA~. 'Now, Misthur Jesse James. I'll ax yez let me see t he C'hart," said Barney. Jesse drew the precious document from an inside pocket of his coat, and spread it out upon t he floor and began to study it. " You see there and there are t he t rees. This must be the old Clembusco road, and th re--" Click! Click! " Hello, what do you mean?" "There you are !" Barney, or Carl Greene, had been standing be hind Jesse, and at the moment his two wrists were close together dropped a pair of liandcuffs on them in a second's time, and clapped a cocked pistol at his head. "What do you mean?" roared Jesse. " You are a prisoner." "Who are you?" "Carl Greene, at your service." Jesse made a frantic leap, but a blow staggered him. He was disarmed, and Carl Greene quietly picked up the chart. " I will be at the San Brazos mines first, I am thinking.'' CHAPTER XVIII. M:AOG"E'S CAPTURE. Jesse James was daze d and stunned fro m the b low he had got 011 the head. He was also stunned and amaze d by the discovery of the identity of Bairney. While the detective was coo lly putting the plecious document w hich represented t he millions Jesse s o eage rly c raved in a n inside pocket of h is coa t, the pandit king turned his gaze upon him and asked : "Can ii: be possible?" "It is." Carl Greene." "Well, Jesse James, we are old acquaintances, I believe." 'Ye .. " ''We have met on other O<'casions." n many." 'I ho].fe you have no mali e toward me, J e. se. ou see this is all a bit of prof ional busine ." "Oh, ye ; so I see. I harbor no malice at alJ. Of comse not, arl r ene. Why, I love you." "Do you really, Jesse?" "Love you like n. brother. Ob, if I could only get ttt you my in tense love for you might lea full;\•, " ow w h, t ver mny happen to me," th d t •tive thought, 'th y are pro ided for. Lyon will go for the packag , he will g t it and hasten to .r fexico. Even if I should be killed they will get the mine." But th<-s ending the lPtter ancl the express package did not prevent him from going to YPllvillP, or making the effort. He et out nrxt morning nnd w nl, muC'h to hi. , urpri , the ntil' di tam , nearly two hundred miles, without any difficult~ or interruption. On r aching the villag he found it in a wild state of excitement. "What's the matter?" he asked a boy. "It' murder." "Murder P' " es. murder." " r110' killed?" "Dun know." "'\'. ho did it?" " un know." "Where is the murderer?" J "Dun know.'' I Leaving the youth in this (ll'y unsnti factory •manner, the dete<'th'r galloped a little way farth(IJ', nnd met a man mollntecl on tlD

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THE JAME rlold, flea-bitten, gra, hor , with an old-fashioned rifle in his hand. "Hold on, sir ; what is the matter?" cried Carl. "I'm goin' arter 'em." "After who?" 1 "The abductors. By thunder, they shan't gallop right into our town an' carry off gals wi'out havin' some trouble." "Whom have they carried off'/" "Dun know her name. om lady at the hot I-that's all I know." Carl Greene rode to the hotel with a great deal of mi giving. Leaping from bis hor e, he thr w the rein to a negro bo and went into the hotel. :Miss mith was standing in the parlor wringing her hands. "What is the matter, fiss mith ?" he asked. "Maggie is gone-carri d off by the James Boys." "Where is George Lyon?" " p tairs-dead !'' CHAPTER XIX. THE LAST CALL. "Maggie gone and Georg dead." cried Carl Greene. " e s." ''Heavens, it cannot be that bad." nd it was not. arl Gre ene ran up the steps to the room above. There he found George Lyon, just r covering from a terrible blow he had received on the head. " re you badly hurt?" he asked of the wounded man. ".r o; I will be all right soon." "Can you talk?" 'Yes." . "I w ant to ask you some questions." "Oh, you are Mr. Greene?" "Y s." "Ask all you want to." "How did this happen?" " h. •, we were out riding.'' ) " ~ho?" " f aggi e and I." "On horseback?" " ,.o; in a buggy." "When?" "This morning. What time is it now?" " early noon." "So late? I must b going. I mu t overhaul them." " o, no; go on, tell me what you did, and ~at became of .. aggie?" "'V II, we were suddenly surrounded by Jesse James and his nd." "You were?" "Yes." "What dicl they say?" "Dem nded a urr nder." " ou did not surrender?" " o-fought." "Were you armed?" " o." "That was foolish. A man in ;xas without a revolver is decidedly out of place." "I learned that from past xperience." "I hope you will do better in the futur ." "I shaU, I guess." "Go on." "They knocked me down and arted h r off. I was found, and that's all I know." A surgeo1i had examined eorge's wound • nd said it was but a trifle. "'\\~ell, if it' but a trifl won't hee
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30 THE JAME "I will make one more effort, and if they do not give her up we will make the assault at once," he said. He again called to Jesse. "Well, what do you want?" a ked Jesse James. "This is the last call. Send out the prisoner and we will retire across the river." • "We won't do it!'' "This is the last caJl, mind you." "I don't care. We are prepared for war." "There is nothing left but to fight," said Carl Greene with a sigh . CHAPTER XX. CONCLUSION. Darkness had now quite overspread the en rth. Carl Greene found the night very dark. The'l'e was no moon, and heavy clouds obscured the light of the stars. He bad surrounded the house with a chain guard of forty men, and intended making the assault • ith the remain ing twenty. Whil e he was al'l'anging matters a dapper yonng fellow, clothed in black, stepped from the bushes at hand. H e wore a dark mask over his fr , . He touched Carl's arm. Turning about, the detective gave u terance to an exclamation of surprise and wonder. "Ike!" he whi. percd. "Hush! Come this wny." He led him aside. "Did you mean what you aid to Jess~ James?" 'Yes." "Are you still willing to do it't" "I am." "Then delay this attack." "How long?" "An hour." "Ike." "Well?" "I have great confidence in your honor." "Thank yot,1." "Though you have proven your elf a strong, earnest fri nd o[ the James Boys, you have always been honorable." "I hope I will always be thought o." "Now do you propose to restore Miss Beecher to us?" "If you will do as I say." "We will." "Then she shall be restored." "Wait a moment." Cad Greene then took George Lyon aside and said : ''George, there is a chance to get Maggie without a fight." "How?" "Do you see that little fellow with a mask?" "Where t ' h<' come from? I never noticed him before." "You have heard of Ike?" "Myst eriour.. Ike? Yes." "It is he.~ • "Jesse James' best friend?" "Yes; but he keeps his word for all that." "Can he be trusted?" "Yes." "What does be propose?" "If we obey him, to restore Maggie." "Maybe we had better take him up. The villains might murder her." "Tell the attacking party to wait o~e hour for the attack," said Carl, and be went back to Ike. "Well, have you arranged it?' that mys t erious individual asked, tapping his boot-top with the tip of his riding whip. "On conditions." "What?" "We will keep the guard around the house so no one can escape." "Very well." "How long do you want?" "One hour." "Jesse will not give up the girl to you." "Then I will find a means to get her away without his knowing it," said Ike. " know that old house. I know where he is at this moment, and there is a secret passage to her room." "Then you will have her here in an hour?" "In an hour." " af e and unharme ?" E "Safe and unharmed." "Go." "Pass me through the lines." Carl Greene led the masked man to the guard and said : "Allow this man to go through." He went through, advanced toward what seemed to be a heap of stones, and vanished. The fair captive was sitting alone in a. dismal chamber, which was dark as midnight. She knew her friends were without. he had seen her lover and the brave detective cross the river, and trembled when she realized that there was to be a terrible fight for her sake. "Perhaps George will be Iain," she sobbed. "Ob, if he should die for me there would be nothing then for me to live for.'" She was startled by a grinding noise near her. Starting up with a half-suppr s ed scream, she beard a voice say: "Don' make a noi e, and all will be well." ''Who are you?" "Ike." ''1Yha t are you doing here?" "I have come to take you to ~our fri nds. hey will kill the James Boys if you are not delivered to them, and Jesse and Frank are too stubborn to give you up; so I huve come o teal you away to save t h m ; but th y ill not know it." "How did ?OU get her '!" "'l'hrougl this secret underground passage, which nobody but myself know s . Come-not a moment to lose." The mystel'ion'3 Ike took her hnud and Jed her down a narrow flight of steps, losing the openin • above by pu bing the stone s lab in plac . Then along a nal'row, low passage he led the way until they came out at a heap of rof'ks. Thel'e stood Carl and George. "Herc she is," said Ike. with his arms about her George led the rescued girl away. "Now e p your word; go across the river," aid the Myst riou Ike. "\Ye will at once." Ike disa1i11earcd in the same thicket from which he had so sing ularl y nppearccl. In a few moments the d tee ive had giv nth order all around to his men to fall back to the river. 1Vben all were gathered togethel' at tl banks of the stream they learned for the first time of the rescue of the fair f'aptive. Some of the 'rexans were so anxiou for a fight that they wanted to go back yet and give the .Tames Boys battle. "1 o," aid Carl re n ; "we have promised Ike not to fight, and we will keep ot faith." They crossed the river and wen to Yellville. What were the .Tames Boys' foelings and astonishment on discovering that the captive was gone is unknown. ' hey made no effort to secure the chart, and a f w weeks later our friend went to Hannibal, got it, and ut for Iexif'o. George and l\Iaggie were married before they bega.n the j mne . . They found the treasure, and live in hicago, George one of the many millionaires of that famous city. Carl Greene received fifty thousand dollars reward for hi thrilling adventure with Frank and .Jesse James in the Lone tar tate. [1'IIE END,] Read "SAl\1 SIXKIL ~EH, T IE CHEROKEE DETECTIVE: OR, THE .JAl\lES BOY,' MOST DA GEROUS FOE," which will be the next numb r (7) of "The James Boys Weekly." PE 1IAL OTICE: 11 back numbers of this weekly are alway in print. If you cannot obtain them from any newsdealer, end the price in money or postag stamp by mail to FR K TOU EY P BLISHER, 24 U IO SQUARE, EW 'ORK, and you will receive the copies you order by return mail. .

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HERE'S Splendid ANOTHER NEW ONE! af the Revalutian. THE L DYS OF '16 .A. Weekly Magazine containing Stories of the American Revolution. DON'~ FAIL TO READ IT! These stories a.re based on actua.l facts a,nd give a, faithful account of t h e exci t ing a,dventures o f a, brave band of American youths who were a.lways ready and willing to imperil their lives for the sake of helping along t h e ga,lla,nt cause of Independence. Every number will cons i s t of 3 2 large pages of reading ma,tter, bound in a. beautiful colored cover. No. 1. No. a. Bo. 3. No. 4. No. 5. No. 6. No. 7. No. 8 . . THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 ; or, Fighting for Freedom, Issued January 4 THE LIBEBT Y BOYS' OATH; or, Settling With the Britis h and Tories, Issued Ja,nua,ry 11 THE LIBERTY BOYS' GOOD WORK; or, Help-ing General Washington, Issued January 18 THE LIBEBTY BOYS OK BAND; or, Alwa,ys in the Bight Place, Issued January 96 THE LIBERT Y B OYS' NERVE ; or, Not Afraid of the King's M i nions, Issue d February 1 THE LIBERT Y BO Y S ' DEFIANCE ; or, Ca.tch and Bang Us i f You Can, ' . Issued Pebrua.ry 8 THE LIBERTY BOYS IN DEMAND ; or, The Champion Spie s of the Revolution Issued February 15 THE LIBERTY B OYS' HABD FIGHT; or, Beset by British and Tories, Issued February 22 For Sale by All Newsdealers, or will be Sent to Any Address on R eceipt o f P rice, 5 Cents per Cop y, by .. PBANX TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 'Union Square, New Yor.L. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of ou r Libra r ies and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they ca n be obtaine d from thi s offic e d i rect . Cut out and fill i n the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you w an t and w e will s end them to you by re-turn mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY • • • •• • e e • • ••• • • ii • • • • e • • • • • • e • • e • I I I • • • • • • • • • • • • I e • • I I I • • I • I If • • I I I I • • • e e t ••• t • • I I • t I i • • I I t I I • t •• t F RANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 nion quare, New York. ... . ..•.....• , •• 1 , . , • ., •• •• , ••• • 1901. DEAR S &-Enclosed find .... cents, for which please send me: •... cop ies of WORK AND WIN, os ..................................•.. ...•...••••....•• . ..•....... '' " THREE CHU rs " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . , .... .. ................. . " " PLUCK AN D J.JUCK" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . • . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .... . '' " SE C R E T SERVICE " ......... : ........................................•.............. " " SNAPS " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..................•..•• . • " " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 NOS .••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• " " T en Cent Hand Books No~ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . : . . ........ . • Name ... ............... ......... Stree t an d No. . . . . .. . • . . . . . . . . . . Town. . . . . . . . . . ..... St ate . . . • • • • • • • , • t) •

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These Hooks Tell You Everything!: . . A COMPLETE SET IS A REGULAR t.NCYCLOPEDIAI Each book consists of sixty-four pages, printed on good paper, in cl ar type and neatly bound in an attractive, illustrated cover. Most. of the books are also profusely illustrated, and all of the subjects treated upon are explained in such a simple manner that any child can thoroughly understand them. Look over the list as classi fled and se~ if you want to know anything about the subjects inentioned. THESE BOOKS ARE FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT BY MAIL TO ANY ADDRESS , FROM THIS OFFICE ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, TEN CE TS EACH, OR A-Y THREE BOOKS FOR TWENTY-FIVE CENTS. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS )IONE Y. Address FU ANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, N. Y. SPORTING. , No. 21. HOW TO HU T A J D JnSH.-The most complete hunting and fi bing guide ever published. 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Arranged for home amusement. Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. 2. HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book of magic and card tricks, containing full instruction of all the leading card tricks of the day, also the most popular magical illusions as performed by our leading magicians ; every boy should obtain a copy of this book, as it will both amuse and instruct. r o. 22. HOW TO DO SECOND SIGH'.r.-Heller's second sight explained bY. his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the secret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage ; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight. , No. 43. :LOW TO B 100.dE .A .M.AGICIA .-Containing the grandest assortment of .magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also trlcks with cards, incanta ions, etc. o. 68. IOV' TO CHE IIOAL TRI .E .-Containing over one hundred hi~hly amusing-and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrated. o. 69. 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This book explains them all, giving examples in electricity, hydraulics, magnetism, optic , pneumatics, m chanics, etc., etc. The most instructive book pub lished. No. 56. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGi EER.-Containing fl,lll instructions how to pro eed in order to become a locomotive engineer; also directions for building a model locomotive; together with a full de cription of e'ierything an engineer should kriow. o. 57. HOW TO MAl~E MU IOAL INSTRUM ~TTS.-Full directions how to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, Aeolian Harp, Xylo phone and othe musical instruments; together with -brief de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. IProfusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald, for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. o. 59. HOW '1'0 MAKE A MAGIC LANTER . -ontainin a description of the lantern, together with its history and invention. Also full directfons for its use and for painting slides. Handsomelv illustrated, by ohn Allen. No. 71. 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' THE STAGE. . o. 41. THE BOY OJ!, EW YORK END MEN'S JOKE • UO K.-Contaiuing a great variety of the late t jokes used by the mo t famous end men. No amatem minstrels i compl te without this wond rful little book. .o. 4~. THE BO • 01!"' TEW YOiff T Ml' 'PEAKBRContai!ling a varied as ortD:lent of 'lump spe_ cbes, 'egro. Dutch l\ntl Im,h. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thmg for home amus • mPut an and highlv amu ing !Petri al trick , to t>ther with illustration . By A. Ander. on. ENTERTAINMENT. • o. 0. HOW Tu BECO:\IE A VEJ. 'TUILO UI 'T.-By Harry Kennedy. The . e •rpt given nway. Every intellig nt boy reading thi book of in truction . hy a practical professor ( d<.'li~hting multitude e,eQ night with his wonderful imitations), can rua. tPr the art, and creat an amount of fun for himself and fri nds. It hi the '1'eate t book ever puhlish d. and thE>r '. million. ( of fun) in it. To. 20. HOW TO EL~'I'ERTAL A EVE .. LG PARTY.very valuable little book ju t publi bed. 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THE JAMES BOYS WEEKLY. Containing Stories of Adventure. These sto1ies are written by the well-known and popular author D. W. Stevens, whose home in the West is in the immediate vicinity of the place where the James Boy s met with the most of their daring adventures, and who is familiar with the incidents he so ably describes. 'l,he fo11owing is a list of the . first eig ht numbers. A s k your newsdealer to save you a copy of 'l,HE JAMES BOYS WEEKLY every week. No. 1. THE JAMES BOYS: or, The Bandit King's Last Shot. . CHASING THE JAMES BOYS; or, A Detective's Dangerous Case. No. 2. No. 3. THE JAMES BOYS ABD PINKERTON; or, Frank and Jesse as Detectives. No. 4. THE lVI.A.N FROM NOWHERE, and Bis Adventures with the James Bo:,s. No. No. No. No. 5. 6. 7. 8. JESSE JAMES A:ND SIROC; or, A Detective's Chase for a . Horse. THE JAMES BOYS IN TEXAS; or, A Detective's ThriJ-. ling Adventures in the Lone Star State. SAM SIXKILLER. THE CHEROKEE DETECTIVE ; or, The James Boys' Most Dangerous Foe. OLD SADDLE BAGS, THE PREACHER DETECTIVE ; or, The James Boys in a Fix. For Sale by All ewsdealer , or will be cnt to Any Address on Receipt of Price, 5 Cents per Copy, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York~ IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our Libraries and cannot procure them from newsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and fill in the following Order Blank and send it to us with the price of the books you want and we w-m send them to you by re-turn mail. POSTAGE 81.'AMPS TAU.EN 1.'HE SAME AS MONEY. FRA K TO EY, Publisher, 24 nion quare, ew York. . ...................•.... 1900. DgAR rn-~nclosed find .... cents f .... copies of WORK D ,vr ' OS •••••••••.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• " " 'THREE CIIU1\1:. " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......•...........•....•. " " PLUCK AND LUCK'' ..........................................................•...... " " SECRET SERVICE " ............................................ _ ......•..........•... " " SN .... .\PS " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ........•....•..•••••••.. " " THE JAMES BOYS WEEKLY NOS •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• " ....... . " " 'THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76 " . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ...... . " " Ten Cent Hand Book No~. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ......... . Name ..•......•••............... Street and No ................. Town ..........•.... State .......... ., ... .


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