Title: Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity Jane's Last Adventure, a Tale of Death Notch

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Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity Jane's Last Adventure, a Tale of Death Notch ..............................1

Edward L. Wheeler .................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER I. TOO LATE FOR THE STAGE........................................................................................1

CHAPTER II. A COMPACT WITH THE DEVIL'S OWN. ...................................................................6

CHAPTER III. THE STRANGERS SING. ...........................................................................................10

CHAPTER IV. DEADWOOD DICK'S DOOM. ...................................................................................14

CHAPTER V. $500 REWARD; AND "CALAMITY" ON DECK......................................................19

CHAPTER VI. A VERY SINGULAR PERFORMANCE...................................................................23

CHAPTER VII. A VILLAIN UNMASKED. ........................................................................................27

CHAPTER VIII. WHO KILLED PIUTE DAVE?................................................................................31

CHAPTER IX. THE UNKNOWN WINSAND LOSES. ....................................................................35

CHAPTER X. A THWARTED DESIGN.............................................................................................39

CHAPTER XI. THE POET PLOTS......................................................................................................43

CHAPTER XII. OLD SCAVENGER'S SCALP. ................................................................................47

CHAPTER XIII. TWO SENSATIONS. ................................................................................................48

CHAPTER XIV. DEATH NOTCH NO MORE: A CLOSING ACT...................................................50

Did you ever hear of a more uninviting name for a place dear reader? If so, you could not well find a harder

role, where dwelt humanity than Death Notch, along the whole golden slope of the West.

It was said that nobody but rascals and rough could exist in that lone miningcamp, which was confirmed by

the fact that it was seldom the weekly stage brought any one there who had come to settle. Even the

Government officials, cognizant of the lawlessness within the border of death Notch, hesitated to interfere,

The town lay in a sort of mountain surrounded basin, on the route from Pioche, Nevada, to Helena, Montana,

and had formerly been an Indian camp, until a "wellheeled" but notorious young gamble named Piute Dave

had come along and driven the reds away, as he was able t do, having backing of some forty ruffians of his

There being but a comparative handful of the reds, they had been scattered, when Piute Dave and his gang

Since that the population had gradually increased to a hundred and fifty people, nearly all of the ruffian type,

and all under the order of the man, Piute Dave, who ruled as king over the others.

In the days when the Indians had held possession, the town had been called Sequoy; afterward it had been

named Golden Eagle, until a few months past, when, by vote, it had been rechristened Death Notch. Of

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When the Indians had been driven forth, their chief Red Hatchet, had declared vengeance upon the paleface

two intruders, and cursed the town, vowing to kill off every paleface who should enter it, and to mark each

death by a notch upon the councilpole. This pole was tall young pine that grow just as the edge of the town,

and around which it had been the custom of the tribe to hold council. Nor had the chief lied.

For several years he and the member of his tribe had waged upon the usurpers, and a score or more had bit

the dust, and a notch upon the counciltree had recorded each stroke of vengeance.

But, as Piute Dave constantly added new roughs to his gang, the Indians also gradually diminished, until no

This state of affairs had continued until about three weeks before our story opens, when a placard had been

"Beware! Red Hatchet is not yet gone the way of his forefather, but lives to wreak vengeance upon the town

of Death Notch. In the interval of silence he has only been recruiting his fury.

With the name, "Death Notch," Piute Dave seemed strangely impressed, and at once ordered that the town of

Death Notch gloried in one important fact it was the midway stage station between Helena and Pioche, and

the terminus of two stage lines. All traffic from Pioche to Helena or vise versa had to be transferred at Death

As a result, the arrivals and departure of stages being very irregular, it was a thing for passengers or freight to

It was a delay that very few relished, who knew the bad repute of the place, but there was no help for it,

The Wednesday's stage of the second week of September whirled down into Death Notch about noon, from

the mount in trail, and drew up before the "Poker House," with a noisy rumblefor the Poker House was the

"Change kees fer Helena!" yelled out Buck Piper, the driver, and then he threw the ribbons to one of the

several blearyeyedlooking pilgrims who were standing in front of the tavern sunning themselves, and

made for the "licker" department to moisten his throat, leaving his "fares" to take care of themselves,

There were but two passengers today and they at once disembarked from the stage, upon the plank wall in

They were widely at contrast, in appearance, though evidently traveling companions, the one being a pretty

young lady, while the other was a longgoared, loosely constructed colored man, of the "darkest ray serene."

The young lady evidently was not over seventeen or eighteen years of age, but was the possessor of a fine

figure, and prettily chiseled features, set off by starry black eyes, and wavy brown hair. She was attired with a

long ulster duster over her dress, a silk scarf about her throat, and a vailed hat upon her head, and was by all

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odds the trimmest little craft that had anchored in Death Notch in many a day. The darky was a very sable

individual, with a genuine negro physique from the thicklipped mouth of huge dimensions, to the rolling

ludicrous eyes, and light curling hair. His feet, too, were of extraordinary size, while the rest of his person

He was attired in widelegged plaid pantaloons, too short at the waist and feet by half a foot; a white vest and

white shirt, with wide cuffs and collar, a swallowtailed coat cut tight at the waist and a white silk hat

In his hand be carried a bag containing an instrument shaped very much like a banjo the young lady earned a

On leaving the stagecoach, the strangelycontrasted pair paused a moment as if in doubt which way to go,

and the young lady turned to one of the lowbrowed, villainouslooking pilgrims lounging on a bench before

"Can you tell me, sir, how long before the stage will leave for Helena?" she asked, in a pleasant voice.

"No, mum, I reckon not," the addressed party said, "'ca'se how I don't kno'. Thar comes Hank Shakespeare,

And he indicated a tall, rawboned individual who was approachinga man who looked as though he might

be the possessor of a great deal of brute strength and dogged courage, especially the latter, for he was swarthy

and ugly of countenance, wearing a stubble of beard and long matted hair, while his brows were shaggy and

He was attired in stogy boots, dirty patched overalls and overshirt a battered, shapeless "plug" hat, minus the

rim, while in a belt about his waist he wore four largesized revolvers and a bowie.

Anything but a poet, looked the big bullwhacker, and the young lady was discussing, no doubt, this when he

How'dy do, mum? Goin' ter settle here? We're just needin' a woman, in this hyar camp, 'ca'se how, ye see,

"No. I am not going to settle here," the young woman replied, quite promptly." I wish to find out what time

"Hellener! Why, Bless ye, mum, ther next stage won't go fer a week, I allow, 'ca'se how she started six

"Oh! That is too bad! I wouldn't have missed reaching Helena for a good deal. Is there no way I can overtake

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"Reckon not, miss, onless ye hoof et, an' I opine ye wouldn't ketch et, then. Ef yer feet war as large as ther

E'en Dexter could not compete Wi' thet fragrant coon's feet ' and stand any show o' winnin' ther heat.

No, mum, I allow yer best holt is ter stop right hyar in Death Notch, till next stage."

"I cannot afford toit seems I must reach Helena one way or another. Cannot we hire saddlehorsesor

"Nary a boss. Ther only thing wi' four legs, 'cept Piper's team, is a pair o' oxen."

At this juncture the thirsty Piper appeared upon the scene, wiping his mouth from a recent lubrication in the

"Oh! sir, cannot I prevail upon you to take us on until we overtake the Helena stage?" the girl said, turning to

him, appealingly. "We have an engagement to fulfill, and must be in Helena by Saturday night, or throw it

"Sorry, mum, but my route don't go no further than heer, an' I can't accommodate ye!" the worthy Piper

"But I will pay you for itI'll give you dollars, if you will put us on board the Helena stage."

"Couldn't tech me wi' a hundred dollars, mum, for I ain't in need o' tin. Ye kin git 'comydations Poker Jack's

ranch, till next week, an' I allow ef ye kin flip ther boards right purty wi'out hidin' ther ace up yer sleeve, ther

"I don't thank you for your assurance, sir!" was the haughty reply. "Come, Nic, let's see if we can get a

And they entered the office, which also served the purpose of bar and gamblingroom.

A score or more of ruffianlooking fellows were lounging about, but one among the lot, more prepossessing

He was dressed in white woolen garments, with white shirt and collar, slippers upon his feet, and a round red

smokingcap upon his head. In form he was of graceful build, while he was not badlooking in face, except

for a habitual wicked glitter of his black eyes, and a faint cynical expression which lurked under his graceful

"Yas, if you be de boss, we'se gwine ter ax ye, hab youh proper 'commodations for two fustclass gusts?" the

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"Yas, guestdat's it. Without purpotential precontemplation, I accidentally absented one bowel from de

syllable. You sec, boss, as de stage done went off an' left us, we wants to engaged apartments an' superlative

substance whereon to subsist for several days henceforeth until de next vehicle de perigrinates dis yar way."

"Ah! yes, I understand. You wish firstclass accommodations, which I can furnish. My name is Poker Jack,

at your service, and if you will register, I will show you to a couple of rooms."

They accordingly went to a desk and registered their names in a book kept for that purposethe darky as

Then Poker Jack escorted them to a suite of rudelyfurnished rooms, upstairs, just over the large bar and

"If you would be so kind, we would prefer our meals sent to our rooms," Miss Verner said.

"Nic," she said "we shall have trouble in is place, mark my word. All are men here, and the most evil,

"'Spect you'se right, Miss Vergie but youh jes' bet youh life dey doesn't want to come foolin' around dis chile,

"But, allowing that we are both brave, what could we do against such overwhelming odds, should they offer

to harm us? Oh, why did we venture here? We shall surely be followed by the human bloodhound, my

enemy, and God only knows what evil he can do in this place, where the people look capable of any terrible

The freightwagon arrived soon after the stage, and unloaded two trunks in front of the Poker House.

Upon the end of one was pasted part of a theater bill, which read. "Miss Vergie Verner the charming vocalist

and musician." On the other trunk was the other part of the proclaiming reading: "Nicodemus Johnsing,

A crowd of bystanders stood, read, and pondered over these little announcements, Hank Shakespeare among

"Yas, siree, bobtail hoss, b'yees, them's a pair o' show people, goin' ter Hellener, an' they reckon they kin

slight us cusses hyar at Death Notch, by not hevin' their sarcus heer. But they ken't not fer Jim. I tell ye what!

I purpose we trot 'em down inter ther barroom o' Poker Jack's crib, ternight, an' make 'em give us a show,

"Bulldog Ben barks yes," a little, disgustinglooking ruffian cried, and the whole gang chimed in assent.

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ABOUT sunset of that same day, in a lonely gulch leading off from Death Notch, a young girl was wandering

along with a basket upon her arm, now and then plucking a wild flower, and singing the while in spirit with

She was at a glance an Indian, but lighter complexioned than the average of her nation, betraying a mixture of

Attired in the picturesque garb of an Indian princess she looked decidedly pretty, with her dusky skin, her

eyes of midnight color, and long sweeping wealth of wavy raven hair, which fell back below her waist.

In keeping with the wild seene around her, was she, and yet happy and free from care as the merry little

"Pretty mountain doves acooing, Sturdy robins gone awooing Wonder what all birds are doing, So happy,

"And, by the way, little bird, suppose you tell us what you are doing," a voice exclaimed, and the owner, a

tall, welldressed man of prepossessing countenance, and the owner of a monstrous mustache, stepped from a

The Indian girl started violently, at sight of him, and would have run away, but he stepped quickly forward

"Hold on! pretty bird! Don't be scared, I will not harm you!" he said, laughingly. "I simply want to have a talk

"But I can't do that just yet. Come to this log and sit down and answer some questions which I shall ask you,

And still retaining a hold of her hand and arm, he forced her to a seat upon a fallen tree, close by.

"There," he said, when they were both seated. "Now we are all prepared for a nice little chat."

"Don't be afraid, my girl," he repeated, "I'll not hurt you. Now, to begin with, I want you to tell me how far it

"Siska, sir. Please let me go. Red Hatchet would be very angry if he knew I spoke to a paleface."

"Oh! he would, eh? So he's one of those rabid old bucks, who is dead set on the white race?"

"Well, then, when you see him next, tell him to slice me a chunk of it, weighing about half a pound, and send

it down to Death Notch. Now, Siska, you seem to be a pretty nice girl how'd you like to go along with me

"Oh, don't be in a hurry. I'll give you a lot of gold rings and other trinkets if you will go with me and

"Siska not like paleface no go with paleface. Let the Indian girl loose, so that she can return to her

"Well, then you must give me a kiss, my bird of the wilderness, and you can go."

"No, no! Siska not kiss paleface," she answered, struggling to release herself. "Paleface bad man, and Red

"That don't matter to me. A kiss I'm going to have before you go, or my name's not Carrol Carner. So pucker

"No, no! Helphelp!" she screamed, struggling so violently that he found it impossible to accomplish his

"Not by a jugful, stranger!" a stern voice cried, accompanied by rapidly approaching footsteps, and the next

instant Carrol Carner found himself lying at full length upon the ground while over him stood a handsome

"Ha! ha!" he laughed, sarcastically "what a figure you cut now, don't you, my presuming pilgrim? You

reckoned you had this little girl dead to rights, didn't you, you infernal skunk, because she was alone and

"The devil take you," Carrol Carner cried, arising to a sitting posture and rubbing his cheek where the imprint

of Deadwood Dick's knuckles were yet to be seen. "Who are you, that you have this audacity?"

"A cuss from Custer a bulldog from Bozeman a diabolical devil from Deadwood," Dick replied, dryly.

"I don't carry any visiting cards as I generally have a sheriff or marshal after me who carries them and posts

'em up in every convenient place, viz.: 'Five Hundred Dollars reward for the capture of the notorious

outlaw, Deadwood Dick, dead or alive.' Seen any of them gentle little reminders up in this section?"

"If I had, I should use my own judgment about imparting the information to you," Carrol growled, arising to a

"The business of being a consolidated protective association for the protection of widders and orphans an'

weak humans generally. I found you an unscrupulous knave, attempting to kiss this girl against, her will, and

I very naturally lost control of my pugilistic members to that extent that you immediately let her alone and set

"You shall answer for the insult, sir. I am going to Death Notch. If you take pains to come there also, I'll

"Karect!" Deadwood Dick assented, with a taunting bow. "You may look for me tonight Senator. Be kind

enough to pedestrianize hence most precipitately, now, will you, as your prescence is doubtless very

"Yes, I'll go, but remember, you shall yet repent your insult to me!" Carner replied fiercely.

"For fear I may forget the admonition, perhaps I'd best write it down in my diary, " was the sport's parting

When he had gone from view, Dick turned to the Indian girl, who stood a few paces away, regarding him

"There, miss, I've banished the snake, and you need have no fear of his harming you," he said gallantly.

"Paleface brave very good, and Siska is grateful to him for driving off the bad paleface," the girl replied,

her eyes lighting up, wonderfully. "Red Hatchet be very glad, when Siska tells him."

"Oh! So you infer that I am Deadwood Dick, eh? You are sharp! I heard the history of Red Hatchet and Death

"Its lodges are filled with bad men, and Red Hatchet has placed a curse upon their heads, and all who enter

"Well, I reckon so. Thought I'd drop down that way, see if any one was in trouble, and if so, help 'em out."

"Then, let Siska give you a token, to always shield you from the vengeance of Red Hatchet or his agents,"

and she took a large tin star from her pocket, with a ribbon attached to it, and pin it to Dick's vest; then,

turning, she waved her hand at him, and darted into the forest with the speed of a young antelope.

Far up the mountainside, not noticeable from Death Notch, yet from where the town was plainly visible,

nestling in the basin, was a great projecting crag, the top of which was a plateau as level as a floor. From the

outer edge of the crag to the yawning abyss among the mountains was a sheer descent of mayhap five

Death Notch was not at the foot of the mountain from which the crag projected, a low range of hills

intervening but was plainly visible from the plateau with the naked eye, being over a mile distant on a

Seated upon a campstool on this plateau, on the afternoon of the day which opens our story, engaged in a

survey of the town through a powerful fieldglass, was an old Indian of bent form and wrinkled features

the wreck of a once great warrior, now almost in his second childhood from old age.

This was the father of the girl Siska Red Hatchet. For hours be had sat there and studied the town through

his glass, the varying expressions of his countenance, and the glitter of his dark, baleful eyes that a revengeful

"The stage brings two newcomer," he muttered, in good English, proving that he was not untutored, like

many of his race. "One is a young paleface squawthe other a son of the South. I wonder what brings them?

It cannot be that they know of the curse that rests upon the place and all who enter it."

Then for a long time the outcast chief was silent, but watchful, until a man sauntered along down the street

whom he recognized through the glass, though to the naked eye the man looked, but a pigmy from the Cliff.

"That is Piute Davedevil paleface!" the chief gritted, fiercely. "Red Hatchet hates him more than all the

rest, and yet he lives and enjoys Red Hatchet's possessions, heedless of warnings of death and destruction. He

knows Red Hatchet is too old and feeble to take the warpath therefore he defies me. But he shall die

they all shall die, for Red Hatchet has sworn to add new notches to the councilpolerecords of the death

of those who drove him and his tribe forth from Sequoy even if he has to hire it done. Oh! how Red Hatchet

"And why this hatred, redman? Why this desire to exterminate the people in yonder town?" a voice asked,

so near to the old chief, that he turned with a startled growl, and beheld Not what might have been correctly

termed a man, but more, appropriately a human wild beast, for it had all the appearance of a wild animal,

with the dwarfed shape of man. The face was entirely covered with hair, the head was hatless, the dwarfed,

humpbacked figure was clad in ragged dirty garments; the nails upon the fingers were long and like the

In the eyes there burnt a wild unnatural fire, and the hair upon the head stood in all directions, making the

Red Hatchet gave vent to a startled grunt at sight of this strange being; indeed, who wouldn't for it was not an

"Ugh! debbil!" the chief uttered, for that was the nearest thing he could compare the intruder to.

"Yes, devil!" the hairy being replied "Old Scavenger, the devilavenger the devil dwarf. But, the red

chief need not fear. Scavenger harms none but the treacherous whitesthose of his own blood and color. The

"I understand I understand," Old Scavenger assented. "They have wronged me, too and I madly hate 'em

all. I have registered an oath to spare noneto cut out the hearts of every white devil I meet. Ha! ha! they

thought when they all united to strike me a last blow, that it would kill me, but it only hardened my heart

And as he spoke the Demon Dwarf drew from his hunting sack a bloody withered piece of human flesh a

"That is the heart of the false woman who wedded me for my gold, and deserted me and my kit, when she had

secured it. Oho! but I hunted her down to death, though, and after they had buried her, thinking to cheat me

out of my vengeance, I dug her up and secured my trophy. Ha! ha! the Dwarf's enough for 'em the Dwarf's

"Dwarf big heap brave," he said. "Red Hatchet once great brave, but his limbs no longer strong for warpath.

"Red Hatchet should get Old Scavenger to strike for him. When he strikes he strikes to avenge."

"Red Hatchet has no gold, or he would readily pay the Dwarf Avenger to add notches to his councilpole in

"Ha! ha! it is not money I want. I have gold in plenty. But I saw a jewel belonging to Red Hatchet that I

would wade through fire or blood to possess ay, I'd depopulate yonder town until not a paleface dog

"If the Devil Dwarf will do this, Red Hatchet will give him his daughterif it is to her the paleface refers."

"To her and none other. Swear to give the girl to me to do with as I please, and I will agree that for every

"Red Hatchet agrees. When he can count the death notches of all his sworn enemies, and is free to go back to

his once pretty village, he will deliver Siska to the Devil Dwarf to do with as he pleases."

"Then call the girl. We will tap a vein in her arm, and seal this compact with a draught of her blood!" the

HANK SHAKESPEARE was one of the ruling spirits of Death Notch, inasmuch as he was the bully over all,

One by one he had worsted each of the residents of the town, down to the captain, Piute Dave, in a fair and

square fight, and that fact had by no means lessened his esteem of his own prowess, so that he was never

His word, next to that of Piute Dave, was regarded as law, and the majority of the roughs would have

followed him in case of a split rather than the captain, who was of even a worse disposition than his bulldog

companion, for he was ever too ready to draw a weapon and shoot down a fellow at little or no offense.

Therefore when Shakespeare proposed to have a concert from the newlyarrived songsters, no one offered

demur thereat, bemuse to arouse the ire of the burly bullwhacker, was to give the signal for a fight, "from the

Therefore after supper, a gang headed by the festive Shakespeare, who had imbibed more "bootlegs" than

was good for accurate locomotion, made a precipitate descent into the Poker House, and ordered the drinks,

while the poet with his "smile" in hand, mounted the deal table nearest the bar, and addressed the uncouth

"Fellercitizens! Noble representatives of the moral town o' Death Notch! It becomes my duty ter rise in front

o' ye like a bellowin' buff'ler bull ter make an announcement. Ay, my noble guzzlers, I've a great bit o' news

fer ye. We're on ther eve o' a great event. We have in our midst a human phenomenas Shakespeare, Sr., sed:

'A maiden fair wi' voice like a dreamer, She sings an' she plays s'e's a reg'lar screamer.'

Yes, ye longeared pilgrims, yer 'umble sarvint has jest made the diskivery that Sara Bernhardt Nillson, the

famous singer is hyer in Death Notchshe who has appeared afore all ther crowned heads o' Europe an'

"An' what d're think, my noble councilmen and taxpayers? What d'ye surmise this distinguished singist

perposes ter do? Why! thunderation, sirs! she calculates ter give our critical city o' Death Notch ther death

shake, an' not open her vocal bugle short o' Hellener. Now, then, my prickly pears o' ther desert, I rise to

promulgate the extemporaneous questionaire we ter be snubbed like this? Aire we to be cheated out o'

heerin ther singist vocalize in our own aristocratic sphere? I say no! in clarion notes I scream nay! Sum

an' hyar's ther very beast as requires music ter anoint ther ragged volcanic edge o' his errupted buzzom. What

d'ye ray, galoots we invite ther gal ter favor us wi' some o' her fu'st class tunes?"

"Then will I fotch forth ther great warbler from her conservatory!" the bullwhacker cried, and leaping from

Up the stairs two steps at a time, he went and rapped at the door of Miss Verner's room, peremptorily.

The young woman opened it in great surprise her face paling as she saw the great gaunt bullwhacker.

"'Scuse me, mum," he said, bowing, "but ye see ther b'yees hev found out they ye're a singist, an' they allow

thet ther likeliest thing ye kin do is ter comedown an' sing fer 'em. They're dead for music, and' tho, they're

ruther a rough lot, ef ye sing yer purtiest, an' ther nigger too, I opine you'll be all right."

"Oh! sir, you must excuse me," Virgie cried in distress, "I cannot sing, tonight really I cannot."

"But you must, mum. Ye see how ther boys aire all on the squi vive ter heer ye vocalize, an' app'inted me as a

delegate ter represent 'em an' say ef ye don't waltze down an' sing fer 'em, I am ter shoot ye on ther spot. Ye

perseeve we're old business, we daisies o' Death Notch; when a mule gits balky we allus drap him wi'out any

prelima'ary parley; thatfore, we allow thet ef ye edify us wi' a few songs, an' the nigger, too, yer safety will be

an assured fact, an' ef ye don't, we'll hev ter speck fer a parson ter preech yer funeral sermon, termorrer."

"Oh! Nic, what shall we do?" Miss Verner said, turning to the darky, pale and trembling.

"'Spec's de bestest t'ing we can do is to gub 'em some music, rather dan git de top of our heads blowed off.

Bress dis yar Chile ef he's qwine to git in trouble when de banjo will git him out. Jos' you git youh gittar,

"Perhaps you are right, Nic, but I wish we had never come here!" the girl said, as she procured a handsome

guitar from her trunk, and then she and the darky, who was armed with a banjo, followed the bullwhacker

A loud cheer greeted their advent, from the ruffian assemblage among whom were many of the most bold and

lawless desperadoes on the bordermen who had waded in crime and ruffianism all their lives, and had lost

"Hyar' ther stage, mum!" Shakespeare said, indicating the bar counter. "Shall I help ye up?"

"You need not trouble yourself," Virgie replied, stepping upon a chair, thence upon a table, and then to the

Nicodemus followed, and likewise the bullwhacker Shakespeare, who had evidently assumed the

selfappointed position of master of ceremonies, for he arose when the two singers were seated, and glanced

his audience over, with an important "ahem!" as if to call attention to the fact that he was the central figure of

"Feller citerzens," he began, "this is an aweinspiring and sublime occasion, when with swelling bosom of

pride, I am enabled to present for your approval ther stars of two countries, Europe and Africa, consolerdated

inter one stupendous aggravation. Et does me proud, my noble pack o' guzzlers, ter represent this great

phalanx o' talent, and in commemoration o' this great occasion my poetical brain hat conceived a versical

offering, which I beg leave ter precipitate at ye, as a prelude o' ther catwattling immediately ter foller. Et is

Then clearing big threat, the bullwhacker laid one hand dramatically across his breast and began

"Et war six years ago terday When Deadwood, furst, thar struck, A tenderfut from Jarsey Cit', Togged out

He waltzed inter ther' Flush,' kerslap Ther Flask 'war squar' fer deal, Tho' that war sum who sed that Pete

War up ter sundry steal. But I could never quite believe, Thet Pete would stoop ter 'feel.'

Down by their board ther 'tender' sat; I see'd 'twer desprit in his eye, As on his snowflake kids he spat An'

sed Wi' me it's rocks or die!' An' tho' no pigtail cuss war he I thort o' poor Bill Nye.

Sez he ter Pete his words war low Old Pards, I'm broke I hev no "dirt;" But I'm so drygive me a show

Jest, go a V. agin' my shirt Et's b'iled an' clean, so don't be mean; Ter lose et, would my feelin's hurt.'

The keerds was split upon ther 'put' An' dealtthe tender he war low, Fer Pete he held an orful hand, An'

We laid the tenderfut ter rest; O' arsenic he'd tuck a bowl; He lost ther b'iled shirt from his breast, An' then

hed sought another goal. We did ther 'white,' ye see, at best We chucked him in a 'prospect hole!'"

A tremendous cheer greeted the conclusion of the bullwhacker's recitation, for the sentiment of the rude

effusion hit the rough audience in a tender spot. Any man guilty of wearing a b'iled shirt had no sympathy

"Now we'll hear from the nigger!" Shakespeare said, jumping down from his counter, among the crowd.

"I'se no niggah, sah!" Nicodemus retorted, arising and glaring down at his audience. "I'se Nicodemus

This elicited a roar of laughter, but when the darky took hold of the banjo and began to pound it in a

wonderfully scientific manner, accompanying the music with burlesque songs, he held his audience

No such banjo playing had they ever heard or seen, for he would toss the homely instrument and catch it

again without interrupting the current of his playing, and besides his songs were laughable and original

Encore after encore greeted his artistic efforts, and each time he responded with something a little better.

It was during the darky's playing that the door opened and a now comer strode into the room.

A murmur of "The Captain" and "Piute Dave" passed among those who noticed his entrance, and several

nodded to him, and then toward Miss Vernon, who sat beside her sable companion with a pale face, and eyes

that flashed with indignation at being thus forced to serve as a staringblock for a crowd of ruffians, who had

Piute Dave was fully on a part with his townsmen, as far as being villainouslooking was concerned. He was

a tall, heavyset man of some fiveand thirty years, and looked like one who it would be hard to handle, in a

In race he was dark, bloated and sinister, with shaggy brows, cold gray eyes of evil expression, a sensual

mouth shaded by a bristling black mustache, and a thick neck and chin, the latter ornamented with a slight

He was attired in kneeboots, lightcolored trowsers, red shirt open at the throat, corduroy jacket, and

widerimmed hat, while a belt about his waist contained a brace of handsomely trimmed revolvers.

He paused not far from the door, and with his hands thrust in his pockets, fixed his gaze upon the girl upon

Virgie felt it, by some instinct, and turned to glance at the manmet the gaze and then shudderingly averted

Though terrible to her were the glances of the others, the eyes of this man sent a thrill of horror through her

being. She felt that in him she had a designing villain to cope withand she was not wrong.

Piute Dave was a villaina fierce, selfwilled ruffian, who hesitated at no dark and terrible deed that would

further his purpose. More than one of those who had come to Death Notch to avoid Judge Lynch's noose, had

fallen by his hand, for a trivial offense, and there was not a man in the town who did not stand in fear of him,

After his singing nearly a dozen different comic songs, the audience seemed to grow tired of Nicodemus and

"Yes, gal, let's heer frum you," the bullwhacker ordered, rubbing his bands together, greedily. "You're ther

very nightingale w'at our ears acheth to hear. Give us a sorter o' Methodist tunesuthin' what'll make us feel

solemncolly like. As my late lamented namesake, Shakespeare, has been known on several occasions to

'Ketch a bird on ther wing, And force it ter sing, An' all in god time, You'll hev music sublime.'"

Virgie saw that there was nothing left for her to do but to comply with the demand of her rough audience, as

she was alone, with the exception of Nick, among strangers, and without defense.

She had already made up her mind to get through the concert as best she could, and afterward attempt to

Therefore, tuning her guitar, which was a finetoned instrument, she selected a ballad from her repertory

entitled "My Dear Old Mother Face," and sung it through in a sweet, pathetic voice.

Every man in the room stood in utter silence as though spellbound, until she had finished, when there was a

tremendous outburst of applause. Rude and uncouth though the auditors, they could but appreciate the

"Hip! hip! hooray! three cheers for ther bar schangled spanner! bow! wow! wow!" at this juncture bellowed

Bulldog Ben, elbowing forward from the vicinity of a temporary bar, where he had been imbibing numerous

"bootlegs." "Thet war splendiferous, old gal thet war a reg'lar old hymn right frum Halifax, harketh I, Bulldog

Benjamin, ther majestic mastiff o' Death Notch. Sweeter by far than ary essence o' eslysium war thet old song

about my old mother. I can now see her s'archin' fer her inebriate son, along ther shady banks Other

Mississippi, you bet, an' ef evyer I did a noble act in my life I'm goin' ter kiss yer fer remindin' ther Bulldog

Virgie sprung to her feet with a cry of horror, but before the wretch could lay a hand upon her there was the

IT had taken less time to end the life of the ruffian than it has to relate the occurrence, for the bullet entering

For a moment afterward you could have heard a pin drop in the great barroom of the Poker House, so great

Then came words to the hearing of allwords in a strange, shrill voice, whose significance was plain to all

"Oho! Death Notch 47, and still the spirit of Red Hatchet calls for vengeance. Piute Dave shall count seventy,

Then there was a strange wild peal of laughter without the tavern, that chilled the blood of every one who

Not a man within the tavern made a move to discover the author of the laughinfernal and of Bulldog Ben's

Even Piute Dave's swarthy visage assumed a grayish pallor as he heard the words of the avenger, and he

Shakespeare, the poetical bullwhacker, was the coolest man in the house, and that among men who were

habitually hardhearted and possessed of a sort of brute courage on such occasions.

"Pop goes ther weasel, an' thar'll be another notch on the councilpole!" he observed, dragging the body of

"Bulldog's gone on his last long canine circuit, an' I allow I'll hev ter compose a doggeral on his keflumex, or

Poor Bulldog Ben, he barked, and then He jumped the bar, accordin'; Thar waz a shotBen tu'k ther pot,

But the poet did not get an encore on this effusion, inasmuch as his auditors were in no humor for anything

"Enough of this, nonsense," Piute Dave said, striding forward. "Don't you see that you are all offering

yourselves as targets for this secret avenger, whoever he may be? I'll take charge of the girl myself, an' ye can

do as ye want with the nigger. Come, young womanthere's room for sech a purty one us you at my cabin, an'

"Oh, no, no! I Cannot will not go with you!" Virgie cried, clinging to Dick, in tears and despair. "Please let us

alone, sir! We are two strangers to all of you, and all we ask is to leave this place unmolested."

"Can't help that, girl. Piute Dave don't often take a second look at a gal, but when he does, he invariably has

her, if he wants her. So you might as well tumble down from that bar and waltz along wi' me at once, for I

"But jes' youh look ayar now sah!" cried Nicodemus, drawing himself to full hight and striking a dramatic

"Youh surely forget de culminating fact dat dis yar lady am my protogee, an' I'se swear'd by de plan'ts in de

heabens to purtect her wid de las' drop ob my royal bloodyas, sah dem's mighty trufes, sah, an' if you lay

a fumb on dis yar young lady's pussom, I'll draw de razzor from my bootleg an' cut youh wide open yas, I

will, fo' suah! Oh, I'se bad when I'se shampooved I'se a wadean'butcher barber, sah!"

"If it wasn't fer frescoin' Poker Jack's floor wi' yer black gore, I'd blow your brains out, you black cuss. Come,

girl! hire ye goin' ter somersault down from that bar, or shall I come an help ye?"

"Oh, spare mespare me, Sir! Oh, my God! is there no one here to help me?" the poor girl sobbed.

"Nary a durned galoot, my gal!" Piute Dave declared, with a triumphant chuckle. "As I allowed, before, I'm

boss o' this burg, an' thar's not a man hyar as durst lift a hand to help ye, when I'm around."

"You lie, you brute! and if you but lay a hand on that girl I'll bore a hole in your thick skull!" a voice

The owner of the voice was Deadwood Dick! While Piute Dave was speaking, he had quietly slipped into the

room, and now stood mounted upon a chair, but a few paces in the former's rear, with a pair of cocked 32's in

Piute Dave wheeled with a frightful oath, as he heard the words with his hands upon the butts of his own

revolvers, but he desisted from drawing them when he saw that his new opponent had the drop.

"Who are you?" he demanded, savagely, "and what d'ye mean by meddling in my business?"

"I mean that if you offer that girl the least molestation, I'll make you up into a perforated porous plaster

quicker than a Dutchman can say beer!" the sportive Dick announced, with the utmost assurance and

"As to my dramatispersonae you may recognize me by the gentle and psalmlike title of Richard Harris, or

Edward Harris, or Deadwood Dick, or any other name you likeDeadwood Dick being my pet titular

"You Deadwood Dick?" Piute Dave exclaimed, in surprise; and he was not the only one to whom the noted

"Yes, I am Deadwood Dick, the celebrated cuss from Custer clime the diabolical devilmaycare devotee

of roadagency, from Deadwood the hunted hurricane, Harris, just as you see me. And according to a recent

act of Congress, if you or any other twolegged individual attempts to harm yonder girl, whoever she may

be, I'll agree to furnish him with a free pass over Jordan by the most direct ethereal line. I mean business, so

let some pilgrim of enterprising disposition open the market. Young lady, you may descend from the bar, and

go to your room, or home. I'll agree to take care of any number of these cusses who may attempt to prevent

"Go at your peril, girl!" Piute Dave growled, in a rage, watching a chance to draw a weapon. "Curses on you,

"Reckon we know our biz, boys," the bullwhacker Shakespeare, declared, knowingly. "We allow our pelt is

wu'th jest as much per cwt as youn, an' we ain't in noways disposed ter venture a cruise in unknown

'Hang on ter terra firmer; Tho' incumber'd bad wi' tax, Et's cool an' very comfertable As compared wi'

Halerfax; An' tho' beseeged at ev'ry turn Wi' mothern'laws an' maids, Ye'll find et enough sight better Than

"You're cowardly dogs, every one o' you! Will you let one man bluff ye, when thar's forty o' ye to his one?

"I'll take it!" a ruffian shouted, and he leaped toward the bar, from which Virgie was about descending, to

"And you'll get it!" Dick cried, as he fired, then instantly returned the aim of his weapon to the crowd.

With scarcely a groan, the ruffian fell headlong to the floor not dead, as was afterward proven, but

A murmur of protest ran through the crowd, but not another and was raised in opposition to the Dakotan's

"You see I hold the spotter that trumps at every flop," Harris remarked. "When I peregrinate into a town I

always try to impress upon the minds of the citizens, first of all, the fact, that I am able to clean out the hull

town, singlehandedly and able to stand up in defense of the weak and unprotected every day in a week, and

as many times on Sunday as the hymnbook orders. There! the young lady has gone. Now, gents, what's the

damage? I'm willing to settle. One tough laid out, and a broken window glass, besides a ruffle upon the

"Your life!" the captain cried, his rage in no wise diminished. "I'll cut your heart out."

"Oh! now, really, David, you would not rehearse the tragedy of David and Goliath, would you? You wouldn't

"Yes, curse you! But give me advantage of the 'drop' you've got, and I'll show you what kind of a man Piute

"Indeed I am to infer, then, that you are something like a concentrated volcano, done up in a dynamite

torpedo, and when you're touched off you scatter death and destruction in the forty directions of a blizzard! I

had no idea you were so ferocious, or I should have fainted, hours ago. Tell you what I'll do, though, David.

If your thermometer indicates that your steam has attained such momentum that there is danger of your

exploding, I'll give you a chance to work off a little of your superfluous wrath. You appear to be a pretty

muscular chap and I flatter myself I have sufficient for usual cases of emergency. Therefore, we will clear the

center of room; you take a position at one end I at the other. Then we will each start for each other,

weaponless, and have a rough and tumble scuffle for the mastery the winner to take the position as boss of

the townthe loser to be given one hour to leave it, never to return, except under penalty of death by

"I'll accept the proposition," Piute Dave said, with a horrid laugh. "It won't take me long to break your neck."

"Well, for your sake, I hope not," Dick retorted with a smile. "First, however, I want to know that there will

"I'll 'tend ter thet, young feller," Shakespeare declared. "I'll see thet everything goes squar'"

"I have a plan as fair for one as for the other!" Piute Dave said, a villainous glitter in his evil eyes. "A few

rods up the gulch is a bottomless bed of quicksand. The weight of a man will sink him there in five minutes,

forever out of sight, and nothing he can do can help him when once he is in it; it has gulped down many a

dead body an' some live ones, too, so it's jest the hole for a deathstruggle. I propose that we go to the edge

of this treacherous pocket, and the man who is strong enough to throw his opponent into it shall be the victor,

"That suits me, exactly," Deadwood Dick responded. "As soon as the man is thrown into the pocket the

spectators shall march away, chanting his death requiem. Is this perfectly understood?"

"On course we do!" declared the loquacious bullwhacker poet. "Jest as soon as one or t'other o' yer is

kerflopped inter thet death's hole, we're ter start pellmell fer ther Poker House an' moisten our bugles,

"Correct! Let's adjourn to the field of action," Deadwood Dick said. "I came here expecting to run into

difficulty, and I'm no the chap to turn tail and back out because of a slight unpleasantness. By the way, if any

of you fellows know any thing favorable of this big loafer I'd suggest that now will be good time to recall

them before we plant him after he is dead and gone you'll not care to re member him."

Piute Dave made a move to draw a weapon but saw that Deadwood's dauntless representative was still on

"Come, no funny business now," Dick ordered, "but lead the way if you want to furnish me a sepulcher of

Piute Dave led the way from the tavern Deadwood Dick went next; then the bullwhacker poet and his

A strangelooking procession they made as they thus marched down the street, under the light of a soaring

Virgie Verner saw them from the window of her room, and wondered what was going to happen.

"They are going to hang the brave fellow who came to my rescue!" she gasped, in horror. "God forbid!"

Down the street to the western terminus of the town Piute Dave piloted the way, and they soon came to a

darklooking verdureless spot that every experienced eye knew to be a quicksand pocket that it was sure and

Deadwood Dick threw off his jacket to one side, and deposited his weapon upon it.

Piute Dave gave his revolvers to the bullwhacker but did not remove his coat, evidently not deeming it

The two men then walked ten paces in opposite directions, turned, and at the word "Go!" given by one of the

It was not until they were within arm's reach, that Deadwood Dick discovered that the ruffian had a small

They clinched and struggled, and the blade entered Dick's left arm rendering it perfectly powerless.

With the advantage thus gained, it was quick work for Piute Dave to raise his adversary and hurl him forward

Then, with victorious shouts, the rough crowd strode away, and Deadwood Dick sunk gradually into the

ON returning to the Poker House from their moonlight excursion to the remarkable duel, wild men of Death

Notch found that they had another stranger, still, in their midst the individual once before described as

Carrol Carner. He had ridden into the place, registered and here put up at the Poker, and was just engaged in

not tacking up a placard against the wall, as the of the crowd swarmed in, headed by victorious Piute Dave,

Poker Jack's face bore rather a disappointed expression, when he saw that Piute had come back in place of

Deadwood Dick. He had hoped and expected it would be the other way, for though there was no declared

warfare between them, they hated each other cordially, and calculated that the quickest man at pulling a

The man, Carner, went on tacking up his this placard, and when be had finished, stepped back to inspect his

The placard was a pressprint poster, in bitype, and bore the following announcement:

"The above reward will be paid for the capture and delivery to the undersigned, of a wandering girl calling

herself Virginia Verner, but whose real name is Myrtle Morris. She is accompanied by a negro of companion,

Piute Dave read the notice over and over, and then took a good look at the man who had posted it.

"I allow ye won't be apt ter find yer gal hyar Cap," he said, gruffly. "We don't allow of no petticoaters in this

"Oh, you don't," Carner said, with imperturbable composure. "Well, it won't do no harm to advertise and

"D'ye mean thet?" Piute demanded, angrily, drawing a pistol. "Et ain't healthy for any pilgrim to doubt the

Experience has taught me not to believe any man till I have tested him," was the unflinching answer. "My

sentiment applies no more to you than to the rest. If you gents ever indulge, you'll find I have an open

"Drink, stranger? Waal, I should cough up a cat!" exclaimed the disciple of Shakespeare, executing a

hopskipandjump. "Ef evyer a thirsty throng o' theologians thrived in this terrible kentry, we're ther ones.

Drink? On course we will: bootlegs and eyeopeners by ther dozen we will dispense in honor of meetin' ye,

at yer expense, an' don't ye fergit it, nuther. Waltz up, thirsty pilgrims, an' inundate yer desert waists wi'

prime old 'ribtickler.' Irrigate your parched an' arid systems wi' ther ambrosial nectar o's d. f. r.sure death at

'A 'giltedge' jest before breakfast, A 'sealskin' dinner ter settle, A hornan'a'alf before supper, An' a

"Drink, stranger? On course we will, an I'll take a good straight 'coffinnail' fer mine wi' a bumblebee or a

And they did drink to a man, with the exception of Piute Dave, who gruffly refused.

Watching his opportunity, he left the barroom unnoticed, and went upstairs. At the door of Virgie's room he

"Who is there?" Virgie asked, from within in a tone whose accents betokened alarm.

"'Ah! I am a stranger to you, but if you value your personal safety, open the door!" the villain answered in a

feigned voice; then, as he heard her unlock the door, he chuckled to himself to see how cleverly he had

succeeded, until the door partly opened and he found Virgie standing in the aperture with a cocked revolver

"I thought it was you," she said with more composure than she had yet manifested. "Now that you are here,

"Because I've got the drop on you!" Virgie retorted. "I find that he's best who gets aim first, in this delectable

country, and accordingly, I'm ready for you, sly as you were. What you want, I say?"

"I want to come in. I've important news for you. There's a man downstairs who wants ye, at about five

"Let me come in, if you want to know" Piute Dave said, grimly, "Awhile ago ye spurned the friendship of

yours truly; now, mebbe, with a wolf howling upon yer scent, ye'll be glad ter accept of it."

"Between the bite of a wolf and a rattlesnake, I have no choice!" Virgie retorted, decisively, "and therefore, if

you have anything to communicate, you can do it from where you are, or not at all."

"Curse you! Then you prefer surrendering to the man downstairs, rather than accept of my protection, eh?"

"I shall not surrender, nor accept your protection!" Virgie responded. "If I am attacked, I shall fight till I see

"Pooh! words are cheap! Listen, and I'll tell you what is the most likely thing fer ye to do, as things now

stand. This enemy o' yourn, who calls himself Carrol Carner, don't know, yet, thet you're heer, an' ther boys

knows their biz an' won't give it away, as long as I say nay. Now, jest you marry me, an' I'll go down an' slit

"I comprehend your magnanimous offer, but emphatically decline. When in need of a husband, I shall select a

mannot a wolf in the guise of a man. You may inform Carrol Carner of my presence here, if you like, and

tell him, also, that I have been taking daily practice with the revolver, lately, and I shall take advantage of the

first opportunity to blow his brains out. Now, or I'll open up practice on you. Go! I mean biz!"

And judging by the flash of her eyes, he concluded she was in dead earnest, and took as few steps as possible

Baffled and savage, he descended the stairs to the street, to cool off his passion and consider.

Villain that he was he had set his heart on capturing the girl and making her his wife and the failure just now

Carrol Carner, although he failed to obtain any information from Piute Dave concerning the object of his

search, was in no wise discouraged, and made it his business, during the evening to "pump" nearly all the

roughs in the saloon who, taking the cue from Dave, all denied any knowledge of the girl. This very

"Excuse me, please, if I refuse to believe you," he said, coolly. "So positive has been the declaration that the

girl is not here, that I am sure she is here. I demand to see your register. When I registered tonight, I

"I refuse to let you see the register," Poker Jack replied, an ugly flash in his eyes as he went on: "I'll own up

that the girl is here and when you attempt to take 'er away, you're a dead manyou or any other twolegged

cuss in the town. I've been watchin' the way things aire shapin' ternight, an' I allow that the gal is pure, an'

good, an' tho' I ain't anything to brag on about bein' a saint, I allow that's enough man left in me ter shove

for'a'd a six, ef ary galoot tries any guru games about that gal. An' my name's Poker Jack, from Pioche."

That night, when Death Notch slumbered, a horseman rode stealthily into the town.

His form was well wrapped in a long black cloak, a widerimmed black hat was slouched down over his

forehead to the eyes, which were covered with the exception of a pair of peepholes, by a black mask, which

was in turn met by an immense black beard that touched to the man's waist, all giving him a dark and sinister

That his mission was a secret one, was evident, for his animal's hoofs were carefully muffled, and made little

The strange dark man rode slowly along until he came opposite the Poker house, when he reined his horse

Rising in the stirrups, and thence to his horse's back, he was able to climb upon the cap of the front door

frame, which he accordingly did, and then crept into the open window, which led into the upper hall.

Pausing a few moments and listening intently, he stole from one door to another along the hall, and repeated

the precaution of listening, nor did he conclude until he had visited every door that opened off from the hall.

Then he came back to the door of the apartment occupied by Virgie and softly turned the knob.

The door being locked, refused to open, at which he did not appear to be much surprised, for he drew a

slender pair of "nippers" from his pocket and quickly had the door unlocked and open.

Then, stealing softly into the room, he closed it behind him as quietly as he had opened it.

The next morning when Poker Jack took the meals upstairs for Miss Virgie Verner, before any customers

were about the establishment to watch him, he found the door wide open and Miss Verner gone.

Not a little surprised he opened the communicating door of the darky's apartment, and found the gent of color

lying upon his bed, bound hand and foot and gagged, with a quilt thrown over his head to shut out any sound

Poker Jack immediately went to his rescue, and found the poor "coon" nearly suffocated.

As soon as he could gain his breath he gave vent to a sigh of relief, and gazed about him with ludicrously

"Oh! de good Lor' almighty! I s'pected I'se a gone clam fo' suah!" was his exclamation. "W'at's a de 'Matter,

bossw'at's de reason dis inoffensive chile is tied up like a lump ob dry goods an' a quilt frowed ober his head

"Well, being somewhat in the dark myself, I naturally looked to you for an explanation," the host of the Poker

"'Deed I don't know nuffin' 'bout it, boss. All I know is dat when I awoke, dar I was fast, like de leg ob a clam

in a shell, and wid a great scarcity o' breathin' stuff. Dun'no nuffin' else about it'deed I don't, fo' suah."

"Well, this is kind o' funnysome," Poker Jack declared, scratching his head. "Some one's been hyar during the

"What Miss Virgie gon' d'ye das?" Nicodemius cried in alarm, springing to his feet, his dark visage growing a

"Oh! de good Lor' a'mightly. W'at's to become of me, den! I'se a dead gone niggar, fo' suah! Say, boss, maybe

"Not a bit of it. She's bin smuggled off during the night, but the next thing is, who's the smuggler? I allow et

Had Jack had any inclination to keep the matter hushed, he could not well have done so, for it wasn't ten

Both Carrol Carner and Piute Dave swore roundly when they heard the news, but Poker Jack eyed them

"One or the other of you know where that gal is," he said to himself, " and if no one else is interested in her

welfare, it shall not be said that Poker Jack left her to the mercy o' two worse brutes than himself."

That day a horseman, or rather a girl dressed in male attire drew rein before the Poker House, and slipping

from the saddle, she strode into the barroom, and took a glance over the crowd therein.

The woman was the notorious freeandeasy reckless waif of the rocky Western country Calamity Jane.

FEW there were in Death Notch who had not heard of the notorious girl, and several among the lot had seen,

and now recognized her, Poker Jack among Deadwood, the rest, for Poker had formerly thrived in

Calamity had changed but little since the time when this pen last introduced her: she was the same graceful,

pretty girlinbreeches that she had always been, but if there was any change it was in the sterner expression

A murmur of "Calamity Jane," ran through the barroom as she entered, proving that she was recognized by

"Yes Calamity Jane!" she retorted. "I see I am not unknown even in this strange place. Better perhaps, is it so,

for you'll have a clearer idea of whom you have to deal with. I want to know where Deadwood Dick is that's

what I want. I allow ye'll say he ain't here, but I won't swallow that. He told me held be here, over a week

"An' so you are wantin' him, eh?" Piute Dave grunted, from his perch on one end of the bar. "S'pose likely

"I allow I've been his truest, pard for many a year," Calamity replied, "but that's not what I was asking. Where

"Well, gal, ef my memory serves me right, I allow the last I see'd o' him he was asinkin' in a bed of

quicksand, where I throwed him. We had a tassel, an' ther best man was ter chuck t'other 'un in the quicksand,

an' ther honor fell onto me. He weakened and I give him a boost, an' I presume ef he's kept right on sinkin'

ever since he's arriv' down ter ther maiden kentry o' the washee washee, by this time."

Calamity's heart sunk within her at this declaration but outwardly she was very calm.

She had met Deadwood Dick in the lower mining districts, a few weeks before, and he had said, as he took

"I'm going up to Death Notch, Janie, on my last adventuresome trail, and after that I'm going to settle down

for good, in some lonely spot and see if the remainder of my life cannot be passed in more peace and quiet

than the past has been. Come to me, at Death Notch, Calamity and the hand you have so long sought shall be

yours. We will go hence down the avenue of life, hand in hand together as man and wife."

And then he had kissed her goodby, and she had looked forward eagerly for the appointed time to come

when she should go to claim the love and protection of the only man she had ever worshipped.

"I don't believe a word that you say," she said, in reply to Piute's brag. "But if I learn that what you have said

is true look out for yourself, for, girl though I am, I'll make you pay a bitter penalty for your deed."

Then she turned and left the Poker House, a feeling of sadness stealing over her.

She soon by inquiry learned the location of the fatal quicksand, and the incidents of the strange struggle

between Piute Dave and Deadwood Dick; then, leaving her horse to graze, she walked out to the place where

"Oh! Dick! Dick!" she moaned, kneeling upon the ground, and peering into the pool, as if to penetrate into

the untold depths; " I cannot will not believe that you have met your death in this awful place. Somebody,

perhaps, may have come along and rescued you, at the last moment. God knows I wish I could credit that

supposition. Deadyou dead, my brave, true friend? No! no! no! I will never believe itnever, until when my

own life shall have ebbed out, and I find that my search for you has been fruitless."

Tears were strange things in the eyes of Calamity Jane; it was more in her nature to laugh at trouble than cry;

but, now, everything was changed. She had never quite given up the hope that Dick would, at some distant

day, recognize her devotion to him, and take her as a wife. When he had told her to come to Death Notch to

become his wife, all the bitterness of her strange young life had seemingly melted into glorious sunshine, and

Little wonder, then, that bitter grief now returned to torture her, when they told her that the famous

braveknight had met so terrible a fate, after so many years of safe passage through constant peril.

For an hour she knelt by the dark pool. Her tears were now dried, and a deadly glitter in her eyes, while a

"No! I will not be rash enough to kill myself," she murmured, rising to her feet, "but will live on live to

hope that he is not dead to wreak vengeance on those who, as a people, aimed to tread upon and crush

"Ha! ha! ho! ho!" a voice laughed, just behind her, and she wheeled to behold the dwarf avenger, Old

Scavenger, standing near. Dick had described him to her, and therefore she had no difficulty in recognizing

him for surely there were no two persons in the West whom nature had made so hideous.

"Ho! Ho!" the dwarf chuckled, when she turned to gaze at him. "So you came to look for the devilish

roadagent in that pool, oh? You don't find him, thoughneither do I. Ho! ho! no; he cheated me out of my

"How so?" Calamity asked, in surprise. "Was not Deadwood Dick a friend to you and your daughter,

"No! no! He was a traitor a devilish traitor the murderer of my child, and when I found that, pinned to

her dress as she lay in death where he left her, I pronounced his doom, and that of every other white traitor.

And he held up the note that he had found on Kentucky Kit's body. (See HALFDIME LIBRARY No. 201).

"This is not Deadwood Dick's writing, nor his signature, old man," she said decidedly. "It is a forgery,

"Bah! you lie!" Scavenger roared, becoming suddenly furious. "You lie like all the rest. They all lie, steal and

murder, and I hate 'em you hate every man or woman whose face is white. Ha! ha! I kill 'em, too. Each day

have I sworn to add one new death notch to Red Hatchet's councilpole, and you shall be my victim for

todayyou! you: Ha! ha! it will be sweet vengeance to kill the girl who loved the devil road agent!"

And, even while speaking, he drew a long, keenbladed butcherknife from his belt, and bounded toward

Calamity sprung back a pace, and drew a revolver, for she saw that the insane Dwarf was bent on her

"Stand back or I'll fire!" she cried, but he heeded her not, and she was as good as her word fired, once!

But without appearing to mind the shots, he came on, madly, with upraised knife, and nothing was left for her

to do but turn and run for her life, as her strange foe was evidently bullet proof.

She didn't run toward the town, but up the gulch, and as fast as her feet could carry her, for she was aware

Once, and again, she turned half about, while running, and sent an unerring shot at the avenger but they

checked not his chase, and he laughed in defiance, brandishing his knife threateningly.

And, too, he was a remarkably swift runner, and the Girl Sport soon became aware that he was slowly but

In the startoff, she had got several rods away from him, but it promised to be no great length of time ere he

Realizing this, Calamity began to wonder what she must do to escape. Could it be that she, too, had come to

Fasterfaster grew the chase, both pursuer and pursued straining every nerve to win; nearer and nearer to his

A man stepped suddenly from behind a point of rock into the gulch, just after Calamity had passed, and stood

Not a weapon did he have in hand, nor seemed he prepared for battle, yet faced the pursuing Avenger

composedly. Wrapped from bead to foot in a long blackcloak, and wearing a tremendous black beard,

which, with the addition of a mask, and widerimmed black hat slouched down over his forehead, completely

hid his features from view, he was a dark and rather sinister individual to beholdthe same strange person

Nearer and nearer Old Scavenger approached, flourishing his knife, and making strange contortions, but not

an inch did the move, further than to raise his black gloved hand, and pointed one finger at the Dwarf.

Had the stranger shown fight, there would have undoubtedly been an immediate struggle, but his queer action

seemed to puzzle the crazed creature, and he came to a halt, a dozen yards away, seeming undecided whether

Calamity had halted on the other side of him, not a little surprised and curious.

The Black Unknown now turned toward her, and motioned her with his outstretched hand to approach.

The girl I obeyed, keeping her weapon ready for instant use. When within a few feet of him he motioned her

to stop. Then turning to the Dwarf, he motioned him to pass by on the lefthand side of the gulch.

At first Scavenger made no move to obey, but when the stranger stamped his foot imperatively, the girl's

pursuer did as he had been motioned to do, nor paused until he stood where Calamity had first halted.

Now turning to Calamity, the dark stranger pointed toward the Death Notch, and said, in a deep tone of voice,

And she went down the gulch, wondering who was this black individual with the voice like a roll of

midsummer thunder. She looked around just before turning a slight bend that would bide them from view,

and saw that both the Black Unknown and the Dwarf yet retained their same relative positions, except that the

As she looked, too, she saw the hand and arm fall to the Unknown's side while Scavenger staggered back,

Calamity went back to the town, and registered at the Poker House, and was assigned the room from which

"Jack," she said to Poker Jack, who had shown her to it "Jack, you were a hard fellow when I used to see

you up in Deadwood and, judging by our surroundings, I don't allow you're much saintlier now. But thet

"Well, I want to know whether or not you really believe that Deadwood Dick sunk in that quicksand?"

"Why, I haven't any reason to believe that he did not. Piute Dave threw him in, they say, and then he and the

"May the Almighty inflict some terrible penalty upon them if this is true! But, try though I do to become

resigned to this conclusion, I do not believe that Deadwood Dick lies at the bottom of that bed of quicksand."

Toward dusk that evening a woman on horseback, attended by two mounted scouts, rode into Death Notch,

She was an elderly lady, say of fiftyfive or sixty, well dressed, and yet one whose face spoke of a life that

On dismounting she immediately entered the barroom, and after a searching glance around, approached

Carner arose, with a flushed face, as he saw her approach, as if it was his intention to attempt to escape, but

he caught the gleam of something concealed in the woman's hand as it hung by her side, and desisted from

"I expected to find you, if I persevered," the woman said, with sarcasm, as he arose and tipped his hat.

CARNER seemed to deem it advisable to humor her, for he immediately led the way upstairs to his own

"Be seated," he said, curtly. "Your visit is unexpected to me. Why do you come here?"

"To effect a settlement with you, villain that you are, if such a thing is possible," the woman retorted, bitterly.

"Carrol Carner have you not one spark of tenderness or mercy in your cruel heart?"

"Not that I am aware of," the man replied, seating himself, with his heels elevated upon a table and lighting a

cigar. "I never was overburdened with a reproving conscience, and when it is likely to interfere with any of

my plans I do away with it entirely. If you come here thinking that wholesale tears and supplication for mercy

"Bah! Don't be so foolish as to threaten me old woman! You can't do anything with me."

"Humph! How are you to prove it? How think you a court would decide it? They would pronounce me an

adventurer, reprimand me, perhaps, and there the matter would end. Why, I cannot see that there's any great

cause for trouble! It's a simple little story. I, Carrol Carner, an adventurer, go down to California for a little

recreation, and meet and marry the stepdaughter of a rich speculator known as Morris. Both the girl's

mother and stepfather approve of the match, when I accommodate them with a little readymade

information that I am a popular mineowner in the Nor'west and the wedding goes off as merry as a marriage

bell should go. Next in order develops a little item of family news that Morris has a deal of property and an

equal number of debts, and in order to save his property he must deed it to some one, and thereby defraud his

creditors of all that he owes. In this extremity, Morris proposes to deed me two thirds of all his properly,

and his stepdaughter the other third, all of which is done, legally, and thus things stand, when comes the

news from Utah that Carrot Carner is a Mormon, and has no less than eight fair and buxom wives, to whose

"Ther is a smallsized tornado in the Morris camp then, and Carner is commanded to clear out, but first deed

back the property. This he kindly refuses to do; and about this time two other sensations arise. News comes

that Myrtle, his wife, has inherited an immense fortune by death of a relativenext, Carrol Carner, in

company with a pair of neighbors, finds Myrtle kneeling over the lifeless less body of her stepfather, with a

bloody knife in her grasp. What do you suppose is the result? I suppose you are full well aware. Caught in the

act as it were, and realizing the consequences, Myrtle fled, not only from the scene of her strange crime, but

from California, accompanied by a family servant. Smarting under the blow of dishonor she had put upon my

fair name and reputation, I vowed to hunt her down and hand her over to the law!"

"Villain! monster!" Mrs. Morris gasped, who had been listening with blanched face and flashing eyes. "Your

villainy is without parallel. You know my poor child never committed that murder. You know more about

"That you will find it a hard thing to prove," Carner replied, coolly. "It's easier to surmise a thing than to

prove it. I can prove that I found the girl in a suspiciously murderous position, with a bloody knife in her

grasp, and that is allsufficient in the eyes of the law. When I succeed in capturing her, the law will take her."

"Yes on two occasions, but she has given me the slip both times," the scoundrel declared composedly. "I

found her at first, fulfilling an engagement in a Leadville theater as Virgie Verner, where her musical

accomplishments, together with those of the negro, had secured her a situation. She saw me, however, before

I had ferreted her out, and fled. I was soon upon her trail, however, and followed her here to this beautiful

burg. She was here when I came, but during last night was kidnapped from her room and the darky left

"And you were the kidnapper!" Mrs. Morris asserted. "Carrol Carner, for God's sakefor the hope of the

"Dead, I hope," the Mormon said, decidedly, "but even that is a delusion. I know nothing more than I have

"Why have you thus turned against her, you villain, after you married her deceived her and wronged her?"

"Becausewell, for several reasons. One in particular I don't need any more wives, having a pretty good

stock up at Salt Lake. I only married the girl in the first place because I found life rather monotonous in

California. Secondly, I find that with your demise and her demise, there are no more immediate heirs extant,

and I would come in and inherit the last third of your property, and her recent inheritance too. Consequently,

you see it is only natural that the law should deal promptly with her, while as for youoh well, it wouldn't

Exasperating in the extreme was the man's composure and sangfroid as he spoke; it but gave evidence of his

"It is as I supposed," she said, rising. "You are disposed to win your little game, no matter what the risk. You

will find, however, that a mother's love for her child is an insurmountable barrier to battle with."

"Ay! and you shall feel their bite if you further attempt to harm one hair of her head who is dearer to me than

"Humph! matters are getting a little more businesslike," the Mormon muttered. "If I mistake not I couldn't

Back from the plateau which had been the scene of the strange compact between Red Hatchet and Old

Scavenger, stood a goodlysized, strongbuilt log cabin, surrounded by a fringe of pine trees whose foliage

reached to the ground. So admirably arranged was this natural screen, it was only on close approach that the

About the same hour that Carrol Carner and Mrs. Morris were holding an interview, a scene was occurring in

Red Hatchet sat before a fire on the hearth, engaged in smoking his pipe, while he watched the flames leap

upward, and at the same time listened to the words of Old Scavenger, who stood to one side, leaning upon a

"Does Red Hatchet not remember what he promised?" the dwarf demanded angrily a mad fire burning in his

"Red Hatchet gave not his child to the DwarfDevil to butcher!" the chief replied, in a stern tone; "not till

Scavenger has completed the destruction of the palefaces' town, shall he lay hand upon Siska, and then, it

shall not be to harm her. Siska has become the wife of DevilDwarf but he must not harm her."

"Bah! I want not a wifeI want sweet vengeance!" the Avenger replied, with a wild laugh. "Today has

passed without my adding a death notch to the record. Every time I fail to secure a victim, I will cut off a

finger or toe, so that they'll not have it to my I failed to have vengeance. Siska shall furnish me that to that

"Then does not Red Hatchet respect the vow he sealed with a draught of blood, that Siska should belong to

me, to do with as I pleased? If he does not, I will kill him and then torture the girl!" the maniac hissed

"Red Hatchet is the chief of a great tribe, and his word is good, whenever he gives it."

He arose and bobbled to the door of the cabin, which stood open, and taking a whistle from his pocket, blew a

A moment later Siska came bounding merrily through the trees into the cabin, her dusky face flushed, from

The chief gazed at her a moment irresolutely, then his face hardened, as he led her to a seat.

"Siska is a brave girl. Does she remember who it was that drove her people from Sequoy and killed her

"The palefaces, father, who have ever been the enemies of the red race. But, why does Red Hatchet ask?"

"Does Siska remember being told that Scavenger, the Dwarf, has consented to fight the palefaces for Red

"True. Red Hatchet promised you to Scavenger and now he asks for one of Siska's fingers because cause he

has not been successful in killing a paleface. What has Siska to say? Will she refuse the sacrifice, or will she

A horrified shudder traversed the Indian girl's frame, as she listened, and fixed her gaze the horrible hairy

"Can Red Hatchet ask Siska to do this?" she demanded, turning her reproachful eyes upon his stern unpitying

"It pains Red Hatchet to ask for this sacrifice, and yet Siska knows that he has always kept his promises as

good as the gold in these mountains. And, then, the DevilDwarf is carryin out the vengeance upon the

"And if you refuse, I'll kill your father and torture you, afterward," Scavenger said, with a diabolical grin.

"Oh! father, I cannot!" Siska cried, covering her eyes with her hands, to shut out sight of the crazy cutthroat.

"Waugh! Siska is but a squaw, now not like her brave self. Lay one finger upon the table in scorn, as

becomes a fearless Indian girl, and tell yonder bloodthirsty paleface devil to cut it off. Red Hatchet has

And this time the tones of the old warrior were proud and filled with stern rebuke.

Fired by his coldness, Siska advanced to a rude table near by, and laying her left forefinger upon the board,

"Ho! ho this is vengeance!" the madman cried, striding toward the table, his long, terrible knife in hand.

"When I have cut that off, my thirst shall be satisfied, until a paleface dog shall come within reach,

Did not execute his hellish purpose! For at the instant he was about to sever the member from the hand, a

man bounded quickly into the room, and seizing the Dwarf by the leg and shirt collar, raised him by the

strength of his arms above his head then hurled him forward into the capacious fireplace, where a hot

The next instant the stranger had drawn a sword from a scabbard which hung at his hip, and stood on guard. It

was none. other than the Stranger in Black, who had come to the rescue of Calamity Jane, a few hours before.

With a howl of rage the Dwarf scrambled from the fireplace, but not before the flames had severely

"Yes, I!" the Unknown replied, in his deep thundering voice. "Once more we have met, and your little

murderous game is foiled. Go I give you yet until the 10th of September to live!"

For a moment the Avenger gazed in almost speechless fury at the man in black then with a howl, he fled

WHEN the Dwarf was out of sight, the Unknown turned to Red Hatchet, and gazed at him a moment,

"You are like the rest of your red race a demon!" he said, finally, with biting sarcasm. "I'd be doing your

child an act of mercy, you old snake, if I threw you into that fire, and allowed you to burn to a crisp!"

"Oh! no! no!" Siska cried, pleadingly. "Don't do that, sir. He is my father, and getting old. Please spare him

"For your sake, then, be it. for I can but remember that I am under deep obligations to you," the Unknown

"The daughter of Red Hatchet is grateful to the dark stranger," she said, "but does not understand why he

"Nor is there need that she should," the Unknown replied. "In the mean time, beware of the mad Dwarf, and

With the parting injunction, the man of mystery turned, and strode from the cabin, out into the early gloaming

Calamity Jane had overheard the conversation between Mrs. Morris and Carrol Carner, for it so chanced that

her room adjoined that of the Mormon schemer, and there being only a thin board partition, every word that

"I will enlist with this woman against the Mormon villain," she said, and I allow he'll find his hands full."

She went downstairs into the barroom, to see if the California lady was there, but found that she was not.

There was a big crowd of the miners and roughs present, however, among whom was Piute Dave, and the

The latter had evidently been indulging in a goodly number of "bootlegs," for he was catering to the tastes of

"Dance?" he roared, with an extra shuffle; "why, 'galoots, ye nevyer see'd yer uncle wiggle his number

thirteen. I'm a reg'lar old ballet, when I get a goin', on single bizness, an' when ye guv me a feminine gal o'

good luks, why, old Chesterfield was nowhar wi' his ideers o' exquisut grace. Jest ter show ye, for instances,

my festive royal old kids, hyar's ther Calam, from Calarnityville; she won't mind mind tryin' a mazzurkey wi'

And he waltzed toward where Calamity had paused, bent on forcing her into a dance with him. But, just

before he reached her, his eyes became glued upon a little instrument she held in her grasp, which mildly

"Why don't you come on?" Calamity asked, dryly. "Surely you are not afraid of such a little tool as this?"

"But, great Jersulam, you'd let me have, right in the buzzom I see'd et in yer eye."

"Well, I allow you're a party fair guesser for I shall shoot you, kerslap, if you lay one o' yer greasy paws on

"I do, that same. I presume I am most generally able to look out for number one."

"But ye can't shoot no siree, bobtail hoss! Thar ain't no mortal thet kin shoot, campared wi' yer uncle, ther

playful poet o' the plains. Why, w'u'd you believe et gal, I'm ther furst patentee o' revolvyers, am I, an' I kin

"I'll bet ye can't," Calamity retorted. She saw that to gain the admiration and respect of these rude men she

must surprise them by some extraordinary proceeding, and there is no accomplishming that tickles a Western

In this Calamity was not to be despised, for she had handled weapons too many years not to be well

'For shutin' cluss, I'm noted I'm ther 'ristocratic, bloated Ther party sugarcoated Popgun puller o' ther

"Why, I kin toss a likker glass inter ther air, an' plunk a hoel through the bottom afore et cums down."

"You can't do it," Calamity declared, pulling out her purse "and I'll bet just a gold eagle ag'in it. Then, I'll

turnaround and bet that it you can do thet, I can take a revolver and put the bullet down the tube o' a narrow

A cheer of enthusiasm came from the crowd at this assertion of the Girl Sport, while the poet looked rather

"Well, dog my cats, of ye kin do thet thar's a heap more narve in ye then ye ink for. I'll jest bet ye squar' fifty

The bullwhacker was in earnest, and put up his "three ouncer" in Jack's hands, forthwith, while Calamity

"Now then go ahead and prove yer brag," Shakespeare cried with a grin, "an' when I git yer fifty, cuss my

golden slippers ef I don't treat ther boyees ter ther best thet house affords! Oh! I'm a liberal cuss."

"So I perceive, and when you win a wager on my shootin', you'll need to bet the other way I!" Calamity

laughed, "You pilgrims git to either side now, and leave the center of the room clear for its whole length, so

that nobody shall git hurt it would be a great pity to harm so respectable an assemblage. I could never

forgive myself were I to kill half a dozen of you. Now, then, you bullwhacker, procure empty bottle, and

stand halfway down the room ' to the right side, and when I give the word toss the bottle up into the air, the

neck toward me. I will take my position at the upper end of the room here, and if you bottle as I order. I'll

agree to put a bullet down the neck so that it will come out the bottom. Get ready now!"

Her orders were promptly obeyed. The crowd moved to one side, and she and Shakespeare took their

"Gentlemen, you want ter peel yer eyes now," the bullwhacker said, feeling considerable uneasiness as to the

result of his wager. "A gal o' starling qualities this gal Calam, may be, but et wont do nary harm ter watch her

very close, ye see. Ther'fore peel yer eyes, and peel 'em good, an' watch her leetle game, 'ca'se fer me ter lose

"Not yet!" Calamity answered, taking her position. "The light in the room is so bright that it dazzles my eyes.

The host of the Poker House assented, and according to directions, effectually blindfolded the lefteye of the

eccentric girl dare devil. "Now, then onetwothree!" she cried and raising her revolver before she had

The instant she uttered the momentous word, the bullwhacker tossed a longnecked bottle into the air, as

directed, with a "ki! yi!" The next instant there was a loud report a smashing of glass a yell of human

Down to the floor fell the bottle with the bottom knocked out; down to the floor fell Piute Dave, grasping at

That was a question unanswerable by any present, as all eyes had been riveted upon the bottle as it whirled

It had all occurred in an instant, and brought surprise to every one even Calamity, who heard the fall.

"I am killed the cursed girl in breeches did it!" Piute Dave gasped blood spurting from his mouth as he

"Back!" Calamity cried, tearing the handkerchief from before her eyes, and leveling her recocked weapon at

the crowd. "This is a lie! I did not shoot that man. Look at the bottlethere is a hole through it! You will at

"You lie you lie!" Piute Dave yelled, raising frantically upon his elbow, and attempting to draw his

revolver, but the exertion was more than he was capable of, and he dropped back upon the floordead!

For a moment thereafter the silence in the room was so intense that a pinfall could have been heard.

"The gal is right, boys," he said, decidedly. "She could not hev bored that hole through the end of the bottle,

"A gal who's clever enuff ter even chuck cold lead inter ther throat o' a bottle when et was tumblin' somersets

in midair, ar' enuff possessed o' ther devil ter do 'most anything, I allow," declared an old miner, with a

grunt of disapproval, and this view of the matter also seemed to meet a favorable response from his

"It's a big thing to do, of course," Poker Jack assented; "but, look! yonder is a splinter in the door at the other

end of the room, that shows where the bullet went, after goin' through the bottle."

An exclamation confirmed his declaration. A bullet was lodged in the door, in plain view, in a spot where the

"That don't settle the question, however," a voice cried, and Carrol Carner, who had been standing since the

shooting in the doorway that opened into the hall, now advanced into the barroom "I've got a little finger to

"Well, what have you got to say?" Calamity demanded, turning fiercely upon him, for from his voice she

"I have this to say," he replied with a triumphant smile "that while all other eyes were turned upon the

bottle, mine were upon you, and I saw you fire two revolvers, instead of one; one was leveled at the dead man

here, the other at the bottle, and both exploded simultaneously, making one report."

"My God! what a lie!" Calamity Jane gasped; then "Back! back, you devils" as the crowd rushed at her,

and she opened rapid fire upon them with two revolvers, resolved to sell her life and liberty dearly.

They had secured her in the hard, unyielding grasp of a dozen pairs of hands, in almost a moment, but not

until her unerring aim had sent four strong men upon their backs, and several others wounded.

"Out with her! String her up!" roared the Bullwhacker Poet, who had been one of those to sustain a scratch in

"Yes, give the murderous hussy a rope!" cried Carrol Carner, " she deserved it long ago!"

"Hold! Pause before you do this outrage!" a deep, stern voice cried, and there entered the room the same

He had no weapons in hand to stay the mob that had Calamity Jane in their power; it was the commanding

tone of voice, and his dark forbidding appearance that caused the rude crowd to pause and await an

"Stop!" he repeated. "This girl belongs to me to kill. I have a mortgage upon the life you would take, and I

propose to attend to the foreclosure myself; still, realizing your revengeful spirit toward her, I will give you a

chance to win her for your own disposal. Select some man from your crowd who is expert at knifethrowing

and we will throw six knives apiece at a round chalkmark, the size of a silver dollar, on yonder door, while

standing twenty paces from the aforesaid door. The man who puts the most knives nearest the chalk center

"That's me, every day in the week, you bet!" cried the poet, executing a ludicrous caper.

"Right on my muscle aire I at tossin' knives, way up ter ther shoulder; ther b'yees know who I am, and thet

my specialty is thet, an' compilin' beautiful gems o' poetry. Eh! boyees shall we hev a leetle o' ther blady

Piute Dave lay dead upon the floorthese men of Death Notch looked next after him to Shakespeare as their

"It is well," the Unknown said, "for had you refused you would never have escaped from this place alive, as it

It was a bold declaration, but had its effect. The crowd cowered in superstition from the gaze of this dark,

forbidding stranger. "Go ahead, and collect a dozen bowie knives, and also mark a dollarsized circle on

yonder door, belt high. Then pace off twenty steps, and lead off," the stranger commanded.

Shakespeare followed the instructions promptly, and then, armed with his allowance of knives' took his

It was now to be a test of skill for the life of Calamity Jane, who was still held a prisoner.

IT was the Black Unknown who gave the word 'go,' and the bullwhacker hurled his knife directly toward the

Hurled it well, too, for it struck within a couple of inches of the hastilyprepared bull'seye.

A cheer went up from the crowd who had hitherto had no particular amount of faith in the bullwhacker's aim,

and it tickled the poet hugely, for he executed a grotesque breakdown in celebrations of his first good throw.

"Ho! ho! who sayeth thet ther great Peruvian Poet ain't on his muscle?" he roared, with a broad grin. "Did ye

see how purty thet noble blade went quivering cluss ter the eye of the bull? This time I'll put out the bovine's

"Kerwhoop! I got nervous thet time, an' put on too much elbow," he cried, a little chagrined. "Knifethrowin'

is about as uncertain as life, I tell ye. A fellar can't tell when he's goin' ter make a miss go!"

The next throw was more successful, for the knife went quivering into the center of the bull'seye, precisely.

"That! feast yer eyes on that, will ye, an' tremble in yer boots!" the bullwhacker shouted, turning to the

Unknown. "Oh, I'm a colt, I'm a snortin', cavortin' warhoss, right from ther histrionic battlefield o'

Waterloo where water was first invented. Here goes' ag'in fer another bull'seye!"

And, sure enough, he did succeed in putting the bladepoint of his fourth knife in the circle close beside its

"I guess that surprises our blackbearded friend!" Carrol Carner ejaculated, sarcastically.

"Not nearly so much as an early death will surprise you, sir?" the Unknown retorted. "Indeed, I am pleased to

see your man exhibit so much skill in the use of the knife, and presume he will win."

"You may hope so for your own good, you Mormon devil!" Calamity cried, turning her glittering eyes upon

the Salt Lake ruffian, "for if I get free, you can bet I'll make mince meat of you."

This, too, elicited quite a cheer, for the Mormon was no favorite among the roughs, despite his effort to

Altogether, the audience was getting very enthusiastic. "I have no fear of serious consequences!" Carner

"Nor need you," the Unknown replied grimly, "for even if the girl escapes your vengeance, she is not through

"In what way have I deserved your enmity?" Calamity replied, more surprised than ever, for she had believed

she would gain her liberty at the hands of the strange dark individual, whose voice was like the sullen growl

"That remains to be told," he replied. "Suffice to say that I hold a mortgagee against your life, which I shall

foreclose. If I don't win, you are still the prisoner of these gents you see around you. Go ahead, sir

"An' hyar they go. Jest feast yer eyes on ther Shakespearean windup o' this exciting dramyer."

Whiz! away sped the fifth knife from the poet's hand, and buried its keen point deep in the door a half a foot

"Bah! thet don't look as if you were going to win!" Carrol Carner growled. "You'll lose the girl, you fool, and

"Ef he loses her, et's his loose, pilgrim!" one of the miners said, "an, ef Black Beard wins her fair, he shall

Carrol Carner rose up. He had hoped to find no mutiny among the men so that Calamity would not be given

Whiz! Shakespeare's last knife hurtled through the air, and entered the bull's eyemaking just half of it's

"Very good, indeed," the Unknown said, "but I think I can put the whole six in the circle. Pull out your knives

"I orter 'a' put 'em all hum, myself," he said. "but every time I'd git jist ready to let fly, some consarned line o'

poetry would pop inter my noddle, an' disombobberate my aim. Hyar's one that popped in just as I heaved the

'Mary had a little lamb; At her et uster kick She pulled the wool all off its back An made a feather tick.' "

"Well, please don't give us any more of the same style, or it may injure my aim also," the Unknown added,

satirically, as he equipped himself with his knives preparatory to the test. "Watch me now, to see that I do it

He then hurled one of the bowies toward the door. Thud! it entered the circle exactly in the center, the blade

passing through the door up to the hilt, illustrating, strikingly, with what force the missile had been thrown.

"Pull that knife out; I want to put another in the same place," he said, with a faint smile.

It was done, and he was as good as his wordhe hurled another knife into the same spot.

One after another was pulled out, and one after another he buried in the same hole, until he had not only

exhausted his own halfdozen, but had also buried the poet's knives there, too, without making at

When he had finished he turned to the spectators, with a bit of triumph gleaming in his eyes.

"On course you've gone an' won, an' I be dratted ef ye didn't do et fair an' squar', an' ther gal is youn,

declareth I, William Henry Shakespeare, mayor o' this hyar town O' Death Notch. Give us yer 'and, you

"No, I thank you! I do not care to shake the hand of a greater rogue than myself," the Unknown replied, dryly.

"Girl, I have won you fairly, and now you are doubly mine. But I do not want you just yet, and so will give

you your liberty for a few days, well knowing that you will not dare to run away. Gents, give her liberty, and

see that she is offered no molestation until I get ready to claim my revenge. Ha! ha! it shall be sweet

Then, with a grim laugh, the dark stranger wrapped his cloak closer about him, and stalked from the tavern.

One or two of the miners went to the door after him, and saw him stride swiftly away up one of the gloomy

Calamity was then released, but Carner had taken the precaution to escape to his room to save trouble.

Just outside of the basin, in the moonlight that streamed into the gulch, the Unknown came unexpectedly

upon a woman who was seated upon a fallen tree, and engaged in a good oldfashioned cry.

The newfashioned cry of today is a combination of sighs and snuffles; consequently it occurred to the

Unknown that this woman's hearty outandout cry might safely be pronounced oldfashioned.

He was considerably surprised at his discovery and hesitated about disturbing her. But, resolved to learn her

"Excuse me, madam, but is your trouble of a nature that needs assistance from a strong and willing hand of

Mrs. Morris for it was shelooked up with a start. "Who are you, sir?" she demanded in alarm for his

"One who is a gentleman, and a friend to the oppressed, ma'am, e'en tho' dark my aspect. Coming

accidentally upon you, and noting your evident grief, I was prompted to ask if a strong hand could be of

"Not necessarily, if you are sincere in what you say," Mrs. Morris replied, a little more assured, "I am in deep

trouble, and fear I can obtain no relief. I have lost my only daughter, and cannot find her. I tracked her to this

bad wicked town of Death Notch, but only to find that she had suddenly disappeared."

"Ah! then you are Mrs. Morris, a California lady?" the Unknown said, his surprise doubling, for at first he

"Because the circumstances of your daughter's flight to this country are known to me! Your daughter is a

guest in my solitary camp in the mountains, and she told me her story. It was I who abducted her from the

"God be praised!" the relieved mother cried, clasping her hands joyfully. "You are sure she is there, safe and

"She was, this morning, when I left her there, in the care of her negro companion. Come with me, and you

"How can I ever repay you for this kindness? You have taken a great load from my heart. How far is it to the

"No, thanks! I am quite strong and love to walk. Lead, and I will follow. Oh! sir, my daughter is of good

"Quite brave considering the trials she has passed through, I judge. Her negro companion is lively enough to

cheer her up were she gloomily disposed," the Unknown declared, as he led the way up the gulch.

"Yes. I could well understand her case, for I came near being caught in such a trap once, myself," was the

gloomy answer. "This being found standing over dead persons does not always signify that the one so

discovered is guilty. The guilty one glides away when the unwary and thoughtless approaches."

Mrs. Morris was busied with her own thoughts congratulating herself on having her child in spite of

Carrol Carner, and wondering if they would be lucky enough to escape from the mountain before he could

In the course of a halfhour they came to an abrupt termination of the gulch', in the face of mighty, towering

wall of rock, at the foot of which was a hut of boughs and poles, and in front of that a crane upon which a

There was no visible stir about the place as they approached, and the Unknown quickened his base.

"They must have gone inside," he said, but his words belied his belief; he scented trouble!

A few steps further, and they came upon an appalling spectacle! Seated upon the ground, with his back

leaning against the tree was Nicodemus Johnsing, with his banjo in his hands, as if preparatory to playing.

"By Heaven! there's bad work here!" the Unknown cried, bounding forward into the hut.

He came out, an instant later, but unaccompanied. "You daughter is gone madam!" he said. "Some human

demon has been here and killed the darky, and carried her off, as she is not in the hut. I believe the cursed

POOR Mrs. Morris again burst into tears on learning her daughter's fate from the Unknown's lips.

"Oh! what shall I do what can I do toward rescuing my poor child?" she cried, nearly frantic with her loss.

"You can do literally nothing, my dear madam, at present," the Unknown answered. "It will require a strong,

"But, it may not have been this Dwarf you speak of, who has done this terrible work. Might not Carrol Carner

"Humph! you'd have poor success, as I before intimated. The best thing for you is to return to town and get

accommodations at the tavern. All that can be done toward finding and rescuing your daughter I will attend to

"Far from that, I am afraid," he said, with a grim smile. "Still I am not so bad a man as I might be, you see.

They accordingly left the solitary camp and walked back to Death Notch, through the moonlight.

The Unknown accompanied Mrs. Morris nearly to the tavern and then took leave of her, promising that he

Mrs. Morris then returned to the hotel, and to her room which she had engaged earlier in the evening.

It was a severe blow, this second disappearance of Myrtle, to the poor mother, whose expectancy had been so

The following day was a gloomy one. The sky was black with ominous banks of clouds, and a steady

Yet within the cabin of the old chief, Red Hatchet, a cheery fire burned upon the hearth, and the chief and his

daughter sat before it, the former seeking solace from his pipe, and the latter engaged on some fancy

"It is a wild day," the chief grunted gloom; "such a day it was that Red Hatchet was driven from his town, and

nearly all his braves slaughtered. The thought causes the blood to boil in Red Hatchet's veins, and his spirit

"Then why does not Red Hatchet go forward and claim his property? Was it not deeded to him by the

Government, in exchange for lands in the Colorado valley, which the Government wanted, because of their

"True! who speaks?" and the old warrior turned about in surprise, for it was not Siska, who had spoken.

A young Indian, in full paint and regalia of a warchief, stood upon the threshold a strong, stalwart brave

of straight build, and great muscular beauty, but whose every feature and style of dress proclaimed him to be

of a different race of redmen than Red Hatchet, who was of a tribe fast becoming extinct the Pawnees.

The stranger was further from the south and his features indicated him to be an Apache.

"Who is the brave whose face is covered with warpaint?" Red Hatchet repeated, rising to his feet.

"Dancing Plume is no common brave but a great chief of the Apache nation," was the haughty reply. "He

comes from the and lands of Arizona into the north, with his band of braves, to seek a home in the land of

game and gold, and also a wife for his wigwam. He hears of the wrongs that the palefaces have inflicted

"The Apache and the Pawnees have ever been enemies; why does Dancing Plume then come and seek

"Because Red Hatchet is alone and unprotected, because his spirit cries for revenge upon the paleface

usurpers of his rights, and Dancing Plume can avenge the Pawnee's wrongs. His warriors are all young, brave

"Your words sound well, but Red Hatchet is not blind. The Apache had an object in thus coming to the aid of

"Which Dancing Plume does not deny. Red Hatchet has a pretty daughter, whose beauty and goodness, is

known widely. Dancing Plume needs a princess for his wigwam. Red Hatchet is getting old and needs some

one to hunt his game. Dancing Plume would take the Pawnee maiden as his wife, win back the town of

"What does my child say to the proposition of the Apache chief?" he asked, his eyes gleaming at the

"Siska has nothing to say. It was Red Hatchet who gave her to the Dwarf; it is for him to say whether he will

break his treaty with the Dwarf, and give Siska to Dancing Plume," was the reply.

"A paleface Dwarf, to whom Red Hatchet promised Siska, if he would carry out Red Hatchet's vengeance,

"Show him to me and it shall be a struggle for the victory!" was the young chief's demand. "If Dancing Plume

falls, his braves shall win back the town and present it to Red Hatchet. Shall it be as the Apache has

"Red Hatchet agrees, but Dancing Plume must settle the difference with his rival!"

"Wagh! Dancing Plume courts battle! Why should he fear a paleface dog, when from boyhood he has led at

the head of his tribe! The tomahawk shall be dug up; Dancing Plume will go for his braves, and ere another

sunrise after the morrow, the warwhoop of the Apache shall echo through these valleys and mountains.

Then, kissing his hand to Siska, he turned and left the cabin, with a firm, stately stride.

A bad outlook was there for the town of Death Notcha worse fate was promised those who had driven the

Pawnees from their village, which an unscrupulous Indian agent had illegally assigned to them!

Carrol Carner prided himself on being a villain, and he had often said it, that the man who could conceive

The following day the same that witnessed Dancing Plume's visit to Red Hatchet in the hight of the

storm, the Mormon left the town, carrying with him in a bundle a few articles which he calculated he would

No one paid any attention to his departure except Calamity Jane, and she concluded that he had decided to

About the middle of the afternoon a stranger rode into the settlement, through the pouring rain, on the back of

a scrawny looking mule, and dismounting in front of the Poker House entered the barroom.

He was a medium sized man with bushy red beard and hair, and decidedly seedylooking.

He'd not recently visited a clothier, evidently, for his lower limbs were clad in dirty, patched overalls, thrust

into the tops of a stogy pair of boots. The trowsers were in turn met by a greasy red shirt, open at the throat,

with accompaniment of a beltful of revolvers at the waist, and a slouch hat crammed down onto the head,

And dripping with the rain through which he had come, this sandy complexioned gent walked into the

barroom and up to the bar, and gasped out "whisky," in a wheezy tone, as if he had not lubricated his

Nor did he begin to stop at a mere glass, for no sooner had Poker Jack set the bottle upon the counter, than he

When he had drained it to the last drop, he returned the empty bottle to the astonished bartender with a

"Stranger, thet war powerful bad ile that arn't a hornet nor even a wassup in et, ter give et life," he said, in

the same wheezy voice, "But when a teller's machinery ain't iled et won't run, an' so I had to submit to the

"Well, I should allow et didn't cost you much of an effort," Jack grinned, "fer ye did it right gracefully, and

"Take ther sawbuck, pardtake et freely, fer I should hev given twenty ef thar hed only been jest one good

Then wiping his mouth, he turned gravely to survey the crowd which the pouring rain had driven into the

It was a motley assemblage of roughshod humanity, evil, sinister, and not pleasant to contemplate.

For several moments he surveyed them, as if making an inventory of their different natures then he mounted a

table, cleared his throat, an struck an attitude, as if about to deliver a stump oration.

"Gentspilgrimsgaloots in general, I wan ter ask ye, do I luk like a cuss who would tell a lie?" he began, in

A silence among the crowd was his answer. They had not yet got an inkling of what be we driving at, and

"Brethren," the brickbearded bullwhacker continued, after a pause, "et doeth me dolorous to note thet ye hev

yet received no inspiration from the honest reflection of my countenance. But sech is fate. Bear et in mind

ever hence, beauties benign, thet a man who kin juggle down a quarto' Death Notch petroleum wi'out ary a

bumblebee in et, is an honest man. More over, fellercitizens, never look adversely upon one o' yer sex

because he is han'sum. Et aire a phenomena pecooliar tew the male race o' whites. I was once jest as humbly

as ary galoot present but alas I've hed trouble, b'yees dire trouble and my benign and saintly resignation

ter ther inevitable hes added luster and glorious angelic beauty to my physiognomy, despite all efforts of

mine to the contrary. But I'm no saint, pilgrims; not a golden ha'r ner ther sprout uv a wing is thar about me.

No siree! I'm a warrior, I am on ther warpath, yearnin' fer gore! Shell I tell you why, my disciples? Ay! I

"Ter begin wi', picter yerself a pleasant home of a wellterdo merchant who never took over seven

drinks a day in which war a wife and sunnyhaired child. Ther devil comes inter thet house, in ther figger of

a man. His oily tongue tempts the wife; she attempts ter flee with her tempter, but her child clings ter her

skirts an' begs her not ter go. In a passion the woman smites her own flesh an' blood to the floor, an flies with

ther devil. The child is found by ther fond father, in a dying condishun, an' with her departin' breath, he sw'ars

for vengeance. Years pass, but at last it draweth near. Pards, hyar before ye stands thet merchant; do ye

"On course ye would, an' ef I war ter assert ter ye thet, after years of search I've trailed my faithless wife hyar

ter this very house, you'd be willin' ter lend a helpin' hand ter boost her up ter a limb o' ther furst convenient

"Ef evyer fabled monster Did perch upon er roost Then we're ther very pilgrims W'at'll lend our handsto

quoth the poet, with a caper. "For lordy's sake man, ef thar's ary show fer a necktie party', issue yer

"Then know that ther murderess is in this hyar house, in the guise of a Mrs. Morris, an' I her desarted husband

seek revenge," the stranger cried, fiercely. "Hurrah! give her the rope wi'out parley."

"Don't!" a voice cried, "don't dare to disturb that innocent woman. Se! this man is an impostor!" and while

speaking, Calamity Jane bounded forward from the hall where she had been listening, and tore a false beard

And there, exposed to the gaze of those he had cleverly deceived stood Carrol Carner, the Mormon!

FOR a moment after his strange unmasking, Carrol Carrier stood confronting the Girl Sport, almost

speechless with rage; then he drew a knife and rushed fiercely her, but stopped when he perceived that she

"Slack up yer lokermotive, ef ye please!" she ordered, peremptorily, "or I shall perforate you. Don't 'spect I

see'd you leave the tavern, did ye, and that I tumbled ter yer leetle game the minute I see'd you?"

"Everlasting curses seize you!" the baffled schemer hissed. "If you put up that pistol I'll kill you!"

"It would be rather kind of me to give you that advantage, but I can't hardly see ther point!" Calamity

returned, drily. "And, I allow thet, for yer own personal safety, et would be your likeliest move to make

yourself scarce about this burg. In other words I'll give you five minutes to git! If I see enough of your

anatomy after that to get a decent aim at, I'll blow you higher than dynarmite blowed Hell Gate."

"But I protest! Gentlemen, I appeal to you for protection!" the scoundrel cried, turning to the roughshod

audience he had just been addressing. "Will you see me thus bulldozed by this young tigress in breeches?"

"I allow ye'll hev ter fight yer own battle, pilgrim," poetical Shakespeare asserted, with a broad grin. "Ye war

superfine at pullin' sheepskin over our eyes, an' we opine ye'll hev ter rest on yer own oars you bet! Ef the

"Yes you bet, and you'll need to be expeditious in order ot get out of range of my popgun in the four

minutes that yet remain," Calamity added, glancing at her watch. "Come, be moving, or you're a cadaver,

sure! And recollect, if I ever catch you in this town hereafter, I shall pop you over without ceremony."

Carrier gazed at her a few seconds with a face that was livid with rage, and then turned and strode to the door.

"Remember!" he cried, turning and shaking his clinched fist at her, then he hurried forth into the pouring rain.

Calamity followed him to the door and kept her revolver leveled at him until he had left the basin; then she

The poet bullwhacker was a shrewder man than many gave him credit for being. While outwardly blatant and

boastful, he was capable of putting this and that together and forming some pretty correct conclusions.

Among others he had lately conceived a little moneymaking plan of his own, from things that had come to

In the first place, he had, by figuring and guessing, concluded that the girl, Virgie Verner or more correctly

Myrtle Morris was of more pecuniary value than ordinary girls, for the reason that she was wanted by two

parties first by Carrol Carner, who had offered five hundred dollars reward for her, and secondly by Mrs.

Morris. How much could be extorted from her the bullwhacker had no idea, but he had conceived the notion

In the second place, he had formed another idea that he could find the girl. He had twice gotten a glimpse of

Old Scavenger, the Mad Dwarfhe had seen the terrible face of the Avenger at the tavern window the night

of Pinto Dave's death, and know the Dwarf had been the one who had fired the fatal bullet simultaneous with

the report of Calamity Jane's weapon. Something argued to him that Virgie was in Scavenger's power.

Thus concluding, the poet formed a determination to obtain the girl himself, if possible, and surrender her to

On the day following, which was a pleasant, sunny one, he left the town, and spent his time in the mountains

His object in this was to obtain a glimpse of the Dwarf. One glimpse was all he wanted he could then

strike the maniac's trail and follow it, no matter where it led for not many years before the bullwhacker

had been a scout upon the plains, and had acquired great skill in picking and acquired great skill in picking

"Ter solve this hyar enigma Must see his nibs contig' me, Then may Satan all unrig me An' b'ars an' wildcats

It was well along in the day ere he caught a glimpse of Old Scavenger, descending a mountain path. The

Dwarf had a haunch of a recently killed deer upon his shoulder, and was evidently making for his camp.

No sooner did he spy him than the poet secreted himself hastily in a clump of chaparral, and waited to learn

"Oh! now I've struck a lead; His trail I'll quickly read; I'll next thing git him treed, An' waltz oil wi'ther

Scavenger continued to descend the rugged path, until he reached the gulch bottom, when he paused and

His eyes gleamed with a wild, unnatural fire, and altogether he was a horrible object to see.

After a moment's survey of his surroundings, he turned and strode up the western course of the gulch, which

Allowing him to get fairly out of sight, the bullwhacker then emerged from concealment, and took up the trail

"Ef I shouldn't find ther gal, I'll be madder'n ther hornet who out o' spite bit off his own ear," he soliloquized.

The Dwarf led him a long walk ere the destination came into view, and caution required the trailer to stop.

The Avenger's camp was in the gulch bottom in a little forest glade. A rude camplodge boughs had been

constructed for shelter. Near this, upon a log, sat none other than Virgie Verner or Myrtle Morris, the

She was not free, however. A strong smalllinked chain was locked about her waist, and then fastened to the

From his position, which was several rods distant from the camp, Shakespeare could not hear anything that

was said by either the fair prisoner or her captor, but he saw the Dwarf his fist at the former, as he laid down

"The cussed leetle skunk is ugly ter her, I opine," the poet grunted disapprovingly. "Wonder ef I hadn't better

pop him over and done with it? Guess, however, et would be best ter tackle him when he's asleep, and secure

him in the real flesh an' blood. Ef I war ter put 'im in a cage, I expect I could hire him out ter Barnum as a

It was getting dark, and not being particularly desirous of shedding human blood, the poet decided to

In the mean time, Scavenger built a fire, and slicing off some meat from the haunch with his keen knife,

spitted it upon a stick, and proceeded to roast it. When he had a sufficient quantity prepared, he laid several

pieces upon a chip, and handed the food to Myrtle, who had been watching him with a grave, anxious face.

"Ther! eat, you girl! that will bring the roses back to your cheek for me to kiss away!" he said with a horrible

"I do not want anything to eat, you human beast!" she gasped, in horror. "All I want of you is to release me,

"Oh! ho! that would be kinder nice, wouldn't it?" he grunted. "But, you're too much of a hurry, my rosebud, I

"Ah! then, will you release we? Oh! please say that you will!" the young woman said, pleadingly.

"Yes! yes! I'll release youto be sure I will from every earthly care, trial and temptation. I'll send you

where Deadwood Dick sent my child oh, yes I will! I'll cut yer pretty throat, an' ye'll die easy, an' go

"Oh! surelysurely you will not harm me, sir? Only promise me that you won't! What have I ever done that

"Nothing! nothing at all! but I have sworn to kill every white hellion I could get a hold of, and I shall fulfill

my oath. Tomorrow, just at sunrise, you shall die, and there will be another notch upon Red Hatchet's

What else could she do more appropriate than indulge in a good hearty cry? which she did.

It did not affect the Avenger, however for he ate ravenously of raw meat, after which be smoked his pipe, and

Myrtle's chain was of considerable length, so that she could enter the hut and recline upon a bed of boughs

which had been provided for her. Outside the camp, the bullwhacker poet waited impatiently for the midnight

It came, at last, and he stole stealthily forward, with catlike tread, into the, glade, a cocked revolver in his

He soon reached the Dwarf's side without arousing him. Then, armed with a rope he sprung upon the

unsuspecting Avenger, and secured his hands in almost a twinkling; then his feet; so that Scavenger was

utterly powerless to move by the time he had fully awakened to a sense of what was going on.

"My name is William Henry Shakespeare, ther poet o' ther West, an' philosophical protection of the

wimmen's rights," the bullwhacker declared. "I'm goin' ter bind ye ter a tree fer wolffodderthen waltz off

And he was as good as his word. Securely binding the Dwarf to a tree, he then entered the tent, bound Myrtle

hand and foot, and throwing her over his shoulder, strode away out of the glade, followed by terrible curses

Not long after the departure of the bullwhacker, Old Scavenger had quite exhausted his vocabulary of

"Curse the bullwhacker," he hissed, "he has robbed me of my vengeance, and tied me here at the mercy of the

wild beasts, or any passerby who might be of a disposition to torment me. Ho! Who comes here?"

In the early moonlight, he saw a man enter the glade, and stride directly toward him.

Nearer he approached, and the Avenger was enabled to make him out as an Indian in full warpaint.

A shiver of dread and doubt went over the Dwarf's figure, when he perceived it was not old Red Hatchet, as

Not so demented was Scavenger as not to realized the doubtful comfort of such a proceeding.

But, Dancing Plume was not that kind of a Warrior. He was willing and not afraid to meet an enemy face to

He had accidentally discovered the captive Dwarf, from the edge of the glade, and recognize him as his rival

in the suit for the hand of Siska, he resolved to take advantage of the opportunity thus afforded to come to a

"Wagh! what is the little poodle paleface doing, in this shape?" he demanded, pausing before the Avenger,

"A cussed bullwhacker took me a prisoner when I was asleep, and left me in this condition," Old Scavenger

"DancingPlume will set the paleface free, but he must draw his knife and fight for his scalp and his life,"

"But why? What have I even done that you should wish to force me into a fight?" Scavenger demanded, in

alarm, for, though of great prowess, himself, he was aware that the Apaches are wonderfully accomplished in

"Poodle paleface is Dancing Plume's rival," the young warrior answered. "He holds a claim upon Siska, the

mountain flower, and DancingPlume also claims her. Therefore, poodle paleface must win her by killing

As he concluded speaking, the young warchief cut Scavenger's bonds, and then stood on guard his keen

Scavenger measure his opponent with his wild eyes, for a moment, and then shook his head, doubtingly.

"The Indian is too skilled with the knife for the paleface to hope to win. Therefore I'll skip!"

And, even as he spoke, he dodged to one side, and ran for dear life. But in this he had counted without his

His first leap had not taken him so far that he could miss a terrible blow in the back from Dancing Plume's

We will pass over the scene that followed as something too horrible to describe.

Suffice to say, when he presented himself at the cabin of Red Hatchet that evening, Dancing Plume was

Mrs. Morris remained at the Poker House, in Death Notch, anxiously awaiting, from the Unknown, tidings of

her lost daughter. Calamity kept her company most of the time, and did much to cheer and comfort her.

Not a glimpse had been caught of Carrol Carner since his departure at the order of the girl sport, and it was

On the fourth morning after the night of Old Scavenger's death, the town of Death Notch was "billed like a

sarcus," as one miner remarked. Posters, handprinted, were stuck up in every conspicuous place; and, what

was more, they were the proclamations of two separate parties, each having a different subject to unfold to

First and most important to the average citizen, was a poster concerning themselves, which read thus:

"To the paleface dogs who drove Red Hatchet and his tribe from the town of Sequoy which the Government

had given him warning is given that unless they fly at one their own paleface country, their scalps shall hang

The meaning was plain enough, but the rough men of Death Notch did not take any 'stock' in it.

More then one threat had been thus hurled at them by Red Hatchet, but had not, been executed; what reason

"On ther morrow, at sunrise, I, William Henry Shakespeare, shall expose at public auction, from on top of

"One Purty Piece o' Humanity, o' ther femernine gentler, aged about twenty; good sound teeth; travels purty

good jog; sired by a California chap; warrented gentle and good lukin'. Found astray in ther mountings, an'

will be sold ter ther highest bidder ter defray expenses of keepin' an' transpertation Doggoned gud barg'in.

"Purty as a new wax figger; Jes' like a angelbut leetle bigger; Sweet as blazesbet yer life Chance fer

"Et's your boss chance to git back yer gal!" she said. "The one who bids the most gets her!"

"But, I can do nothing. I have but a hundred dollars with me, and it is more than probable that some ruffian

would bid above that sum, to get my poor child in his power," Mrs. Morris answered, in deep distress. "Oh!

"Well, we'll see," Calamity said, meditatively. "There's allus more than one way out of the woods, and we'll

work it, somehow. I don't happen to be overflush with 'bits' myself, or I might add a little to your pile. I'll go

out and skirmish, and see what I can find, for we must be prepared to bid smart, tomorrow."

She went downstairs, and for a wonder found Poker Jack the only inmate of the barroom.

He was seated tipped back in an easychair, engaged in reading, but looked up with a nod.

Pleasant morning, Calamity!" he saluted. "Quite a sensation stirred up again, eh? to break the monotony?"

"So it seems, Jack. I allow I did you a squar' deal, when you were in trouble once, up in Deadwood, didn't I?"

"You bet ye did, Calamity, and I have always remembered it, because I'd been subject to a funeral expense,

"Well, I was handy to help you and considered you deserved it. And, now, if I was to ask a favor of you, what

"Well, I'll tell you what I want; I want money to bid of Mrs. Morris's daughter tomorrow

"Well, I allow I can do a little toward remedying the difficulty," he announced. "Let the girl go fer what she

will, I'll get her. Mrs. Morris can bid as high as her pile goes, and I'll take care of all above it."

THE next morning dawned brightly, and by sunrise nearly every man, woman and child of Death Notch had

Picture Rock was a high mass of rocks deposited in the gulch, a few hundred rods beyond the town. The sides

were almost perpendicular, up and down, rendering it impossible to reach the top of the pile except by use of

a rude stone staircase which Indians of past ages had hewn out, and these were so arranged that a person at

The sides of these rocks were covered by grotesque pictures of Indians, animals and reptiles, which had been

Upon the top of the rock two blocks of store answered the purpose of chairs, and on these poet and his

Poor Myrtle's face was tearstained and wore a sorrowful expression, but it lighted up and she gave a cry of

"Yes, my child!" Mrs. Morris cried, tears standing in her eyes. "Have courage, dearest!"

When he saw that his audience had gained about as large proportions as it was likely to, the bullwhacker

"Fellerciterzens!" he cried, "et does me proud ter see ye all here. I knew you'd cum, because ye all wanter

bid fer my prize. She's mine; I captured her, an' I'm goin' ter sell 'er fer ther highest market price, an' I'll shute

ther furst one who tries to take her, afore I'm paid. Now, how much do I hear fer ther galhow much fer her,

"That's et! keep the ball in motion boys!" the poet cried, with enthusiasm. "Put all the vallue on her ye can, ter

ye know I allus invite ther crowd to drink when ther state o' my financial will admit!"

"Five hundred I'll give five hundred!" a voice cried the voice of Carrol Carner, but just where he stood

"I'm going to have the girl, gentlemen; so the rest of you might as well give up."

"Twelve hundred! We'll see who has the girl!" the voice of Carrol Carner again cried, and this time Calamity

The Mormon was rigged out with long black beard and hair and accoutered with miner's habiliments, and was

"If I keep my word, I'll have to go over and plug him," she mused. "I'll wait and see, first, how this turns out."

"I'll raise it to fifteen hundred!" Poker Jack said, promptly, "and I've got the ducats to pay it!"

Coming toward them, mounted upon a flying horse, was the Unknown, yelling and waving his hat above his

Behind him, not hardly out of rifle range, came a dark mass of horsemen, whose horrible screeches and

In an instant all was consternation and confusion, and flight was made in every direction. No one, thought of

Even he was alarmed, but saw that action was necessary. He saw the bullwhacker desert his prize by leaping

from the rocks and seeking flight; he saw one blackwhiskered man make for the staircase, and knew it was

Drawing a revolver he fired at his legs, and brought him down to the ground, howling with rage.

"Quick! quick!" he cried to Myrtle running to the foot of the cliff; "jump off and I'll catch you!"

Though bound and helpless, she contrived to fall over the edge, and he caught her neatly in his arms.

Then, still carrying her thus, he bade Mrs. Morris follow him, and dashed up a narrow ravine which none of

the others had taken. Nor did he pause until he had, with the precautions of a veteran scout, covered their

trail, and reached a place of safety in a mountain cleft, several miles from the Picture Rocks.

Here for the present they were in no danger of molestation from foes, either red or white.

Like a hurricane of wrath the warriors under the lead of Dancing Plume swept down in pursuit of the late

residents of Death Notch, and shot down and scalped them without mercy. Some may have escaped, but it is

doubtful if many did so. Among the fortunate ones was the Unknown, whose horse was fleet enough to carry

Only one prisoner was taken back to the illfated town of Death Notch, and that one was Calamity Jane.

After remaining several days in the mountain, Mrs. Morris and Myrtle, escorted by Poker Jack, started on

foot for the nearest railway station, which they reached after about two week's travel afoot. From there they

returned to California. Jack still accompanying them and defraying their expenses.

And he having to live a more respectable existence, it is not impossible that Myrtle will reward him with her

For several days Calamity was kept locked up in a cabin, which was guarded by savages, and left to herself

"Come!" he said. "Your imprisonment is at an end. I have, through the kindness of Red Hatchet's daughter,

If she went with him her fate could be little if any worse than if she remained with the savages.

Therefore they both mounted horses, outside the cabin, and rode forever away from Death Notch!

Two days later they arrived in sight of' Pioche; here the Unknown drew rein and said :

"Calamity! Is it possible my deception has been so clever as to deceive your shrewd eyes all this time? I am

And he removed the disguise that had saved him since being rescued from the quicksand which rescue, he

explained, was performed by Siska, the Pawnee, just as it was almost too late. Doomed he had been; but for

her he would have perished from the face of the earth by a terrible death, and he willed that it should be so,

ever after, in the minds of the people of Death Notch, and had therefore adopted and maintained the disguise

That night, in a private parlor at Pioche, Dick and the poor, sorehearted but brave and true Calamity were

married, and the author joins in the wishes of his readers that they may "live long and prosper;" they, the two

wild spirits who had learned each other's faults and each other's worth in lives branded with commingled

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