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* \ No, 275. DIAMOND DICK LIBRARY. 3 ‘You took long chances,’’ said the dealer. ‘‘Suppose just succeeded in railroading into San Quentin,* was my that second card had not been a heart?”’ — pard. If you want to fight out our differences according “T knew it would be.” to the code, I’m a fancy shot and a handy swordsman and a wes oo will accommodate you either way. If you haven't sand The Don raked in his winnings and got up from the enough for this proceeding, you had better hunt your hole, table. for I’ll copper every dodge you try to play in Colorado. As he moved away he motioned to Evans, who followed ' ‘“THE KING OF THE SILVER Box.” him. An angry light burned in Bertie’s eyes as he perused ‘*Here,’’ said the Don, ‘‘put this stuff away.”’ this insulting note ‘That was a magnificent bluff,’’ said the’ cashier. Then he turned to Handsome Harry “It won, and that was the main thing, ”’ replied the’ «hig is a case of gratuitous insult. This impudent cur eammbier. ~ You are all ready to do something for me now, \45 calls himself the King of the Silver Box is in need of are you: a good licking, and he’s bound to get it.”’ Yes.”’ | “He'll find that he has run head on inter a barb-wire The Don looked hastily around. fence,’’ said Handsome Harry, with a grin that plainly “We must converse privately,” he said. ‘‘Ah, there's 4yiqenced his delight at the prospect of immediate trouble. the telephone-box. We'll shut ourselves up in there. This «yoy ve got somethin’ fer me ter do, me son—I kin see it way, Evans.” stickin’ right out of yer eye.”’ They did not see the tall, herculean form that passed = «nis note is written on paper that bears the card of the out of the box just before they went in. | _ Colonel’s Own. Do you know where to find this saloon Otherwise the Don might have thought better of his ,4g gambling-joint?” determination. | ‘“‘T could go to it blindfolded.”’ “‘Go there and see if this gambler is still at the place. If he is, I’11 come down and play at his table.’’ CHAP hee, th | ‘While I’m comin’ back ter tell ye he’s thar, he may WHAT DIAMOND DICK, JR., HEARD OVER THE ’PHONE. _, take a tumble an’ git up an’ dust.”’ . | ‘‘There’s a telephone at the Colonel’s Own.”’ ‘*Bertie, me son, thar’s a man in this yere festive town, = ‘‘o thar is.’”’ that calls himself the Prince of Sports.’’ ‘And there’s another one here.” ‘‘Cripple Creek is full of sports.’’ “Toby sure.”’ “Right ye air, but this pertickler hombre is better! ‘Then call me up, tell me the gambler is there, and I’l known as the King of the Silver Box.’’ be at the place in five minutes. ”’ Bertie Wade, otherwise known as Diamond Dick, Jr.,! “Keno!” and his invincible old partner, Handsome Harry; the Handsome Harry bolted through the door, and Bertie Serpent of Siskiyou, were conversing in the office of the took a chair near the telephone. hotel in Cripple Creek. Then he waited. At his companion’s second remark Diamond Dick, Jr.,! Five minutes—ten minutes—fifteen minutes passed, and looked up in surprise. | still no ring. ‘‘Why, he’s the fellow who swears he'll cut myeye Just as the youth began to grow anxious the bell teeth for me.”’ -jingled, and he sprang to the receiver. “K’rect, me son,’’ chuckled Handsome Harry, ‘‘an’ he ‘Hello!” further says that he’s dead hungry fer the chance ter be ‘‘Is that you, Bertie?”’ at it.”’ It was Handsome Harry’s voice, and he spoke in a ‘* Ah, ” replied the youth, quietly, ‘‘T’d like very much quick, hoarse whisper. to give him a rub for his money.”’ | ‘“Yes,’’ replied Bertie. ‘‘Is the gambler there?’’ ‘‘A rub against the grain, hey? Dashed if this tork don’t; ‘You bet; big as life.’’ set my rattles ter buzzin’. Reckon we an’t never goin’ ter, ‘Good! I'll come right down.”’ find'the chap that shoved that counterfeit bill off on ye, ‘‘No, ye don’t.”’ Bertie.” “Why? What’s the matter?” ‘‘Look here, Harry. Did we ever set out to findaman ‘‘Keep yer ear glued to that air rubber dingus on the of that kind and fail to do it?” end of the thingumbob an’ listen fer yer life.’’ “Not that I kin remember.” “What's up?” | “All right, then. We'll find this counterfeiter, too; No answer was returned to Bertie’s question. mark my words.”’ | The youth heard the receiver drop at the other end of ‘‘He's pretty slick at the business. ”’ the line and the door of the telephone-box click shut. ‘*So he is, but I’ve found out several things Hecounter- A moment Jater the door of the box opened, and he feits nothing but twenty-dollar bills, and they are all heard a voice say: numbered exactly the same.”’ P | ‘This telephone-box is just the place, Evans. It’s dark At this juneture a boy stepped up to Bertie. in here, and none of that infernal gang outside can hear ‘Ts thig Diamond Dick Jr.?”’ us.’ . ‘You've called the turn, my boy. What is it?” | ‘What are you bringing me in here for?’ queried a ‘‘A messave.”’ second voice. ‘‘You won that pot by one of tha slickest Bertic hastily tore open the envelope, drew out the bluffs I ever,saw played. You’ve saved me from ruin and Eosee BUGS and read as Lellows: ~ *For an account of our hero’s adventures while running down the ——Ta notorious Black Iiruce, the render is referred to Dinmonad Dick Library, “Dramonp Dick, Jr.:—This country isn’t big enough for No. 173, “Diamond Dick, Jr.'s Written Receipt; or, The Mystery of both of us. Black Bruce, of New Mexico, whom you have Casa Grande.” COMICOOOKS.com