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was ‘‘on the square,” when it was free, and there was no danger of man killee, debbil quick, with ’volvee,” he cau- _ were filled with lquor. ‘‘Here’s one for you _ the last drop of the liquor was in bis stomach. ee Denver Dol?’s Device. I ness, it was for fire-watcr, free of expense. He never was known to spend a cent for liquor, nor was he ever known torefuse a treat, where it He now knew that Miller had been deprived of his weapons, and also that Walt and Yakie were sound asleep. ’ What barm cculd there be in getting a drink, losing the prisoner? Thus he argued, and in a moment more he wus undoing the cords of Miller's wrists, ‘* Mindee, no funvee business, or China- tioned. ‘ ‘*Oh, I'm square asa dollar,” Miller replied. Chug soon had the outlaw’s hands free, and stood in waiting, a pistol drawn in bis grasp. ‘Now, for the whisky,” and Miller drew two half-pint flasks from his inside pocket, which and one forme. Drink hearty.” Chug took the proffered flask, and eyed ita Moment, suspiciously. Miller's keen eyes noticed it, and he quickly examined his own bottle = **See here!” he exclaimed, excitedly, ‘tI have given you the wrong bottle! One bottle con- tains brandy and the other contains whisky. ‘You have got the brandy. Trade, will you? Whisky is good enough for you.” 5 “Not muchee, allee samee! Me like blandy, tllee samee like *Melican man,” and Chug put his finger to his nose as he skurried away to a reat ona log by the camp-fire, quite forgetting to rebind the captive, ‘‘Chug velly muchee Yikee blandy.” “Well, drink away, you rascal, Ill have to put up with Lhe whisky,” Miller growled. Chug gavea grunt and applied bis lips to the muzzle of the bottle; nor did be “Jet up” until **Humphi it’s but a matter of a few minutes “ill that. fellow’s dead drunk,” Miller mused. And he was right; the potent. liquor soon had the effect of making Chug extremely drowsy, and in ten minutes be was off in a stupor, Then, with-cat like footsteps, the prisoner glided awav from the camp. ‘““Now for Shining Bar, and an exposure of the trick this Denver Doll has so neatly played on us! he gritted. In less than an hour, by rapid walking, he was at the rear door of the Post-office building. Here he paused and peered through the key- hole, but all was dark within, The meeting had not assembled yet, as it was meyer ively early in the evening. ““T will keep shady,” he mused, ‘‘ until the crowd is fully together, then I will step in and see what cun be done with this detective fairy, Denver Doll.” 5 He retired to nearly the same spot where Doll had concesled herself the previous night, and vraited. It was not long before Verner made his ap- Beorence; and atthe understood signal was ad- mitted. _ Thereafter, one by one, the men put in an ap- arance and entered after the three taps and e chirp of a crieket, | Steward, alias Denver Doll, came last. She was airayed the same-as the previous night. She approached the door, cautiously looking around her, and was admitted, Sets “Oh, my sly girl! your game will not work - to-night,” Miller muttered, gliding forward to the door. He applied his ear to the key-hole and listened. Verner was speaking. : \* Ah! you are on hand, eh?’ he was saying. “Where is Miller?’ ; “To will not be.safe for him to leavé the camp to-night, and so I will serve in his piace and act for him,” was the response.\ ‘‘The matter has got to be worked carefully until we are fully arganized.” : “Yes. Letmesee. You are Steward?’ Miller burst into the room then. “Not by any means!” hecried sternly. ‘‘ That is not Steward, but is Denver Doll, the detective. She must never be allowed to leave this room alive! If she does, our plans are ruined.” CHAPTER IX. TWO PLANS THAT DIDN'T WORK. Miss 1SRAEL VERNER had spoken the truth when she told Yankee that she and her father were not on friendly tefms. They had not spoken since McParland’s last visit to the house, as related-in another chapter, and Miss Isabel had promptly left her ‘parental abode, and re~ moved her effects: to the boarding-house where she had conceived the idea ef impersonating a iortune-teller, in hopes that she might influence Yankee as a victim of her wiles, a She had accordingly left town op one stage as Miss Verner, and returned on another as Mile. oe. What had partially been the results of her masquerade is well known to the 1eader, . Antic lag events a couple of hours from the time Miller, the conspirator, bad. expored Den~ ver Doll in the rear room of the Post~ ffice, we will follow the movements of Tsabel. Leaving the boarding-house, without being disguised, she walked over to the cigar store of Crystal Carrol, and found the pretty mistress bebind the counter. She Jooked up, surprise expressed npon ber countenance, when she saw the speculator’s daughter, “t Good-evening,” Miss Verner said, conde- rcendingly, ‘I baveseen you several times at a distance, bot I did not know until recently that it was really you, Dora.” . “ Didwt youf' Crystal responded, dryly. ‘ It must have stocked you to have made the dis- covery. Js this some joke that is out, oris it possible that people cannot read the name upon the sign over the door?” 4 ‘CA good feint, Lut you know blood will tell. I always believed you would make a good actress, cousin,” Miss Verner went on, coolly. ‘‘Well, [must be growing crazy, orelse there are more escaped Inpatacs in the country than I supposed. J, your cousin mavamt Why, you must be out of your mind.” “Not a bit of it, Dora.” Isabel persisted. ‘' I never was more sane, You lucky girl, to be Yankee Hisler’s wife; you should never have left him. Now, I baye got/him,” tha a