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-? exclaimed Bondurant, betray- tle surprise, for since his talk with 1e had made up bis mind there ing wrong. ie chief went on; ‘‘ as I’ve got to well tell youtbe truth. lam Jack 1d David Bond was Powell Mitchell. piracy was all on mine and Gas- ide. ‘There was no such person as iver, though we had a man coached ndurant, had you been less communi- , this would not have occurred. You wos the victim of misplaced confidence. Syl Gascoyne was the movin’ spirit in the censpiracy. To him you related the story of the waitin’ fortune in the Zanesville Bank. You told him of the disappearance of Powell Mitchell, thirty years ago. You told him of your long search-——even the particulars—for the lost Powell, and how at last you’d found trace of him.” ‘‘Gray Falcon, you are laboring under a mistake,” declared the perplexed executor. ‘“You may think so, but I’m not. You rode from Laramie with Gascoyne; you lodged with him; you slept under his roof— he carried you to Doctor Dave's cabin.” ‘‘Then, by heavens! Clinton Roper, the ranchman, is Syl Gascoyne!” averred Bon- durant, the mystery of that familiar voice under the heavy black beard explained. “'That’s it, exactly!” Gray Falcon went on. ‘‘For years, Roper and I have been friends. He once lived with me. He knew, or I told him, my name was Jack Noble, and that 1 had once lived in Zanesville. When he discovered that the date of Poweli Mitchell’s and my disappearanc?2 were almost identical, he conceived the idea of putting up a job on you and get that great wealth you told was waitin’ Powell Mitchell. The scheme was a bold one, but Clint was a bold, cunnin’ man. He knew that [ and a party of war- riors was in the vicinity, and after leavin’ Doctor Dave's cabin the evening he escorted you there, he came direct to my camp and we laid our plot. I had known Powell Mit- chell as a young man—knowa him and his family intimately enough, I thought, to im- ose myself on you for Powell. Of course, {did not intend to be seen in Zanesville, or outside of these hills. The apparently help- less condition in which you found me was to be my excuse for not leavin’ here, ‘At the time Roper came to my camp, Kamas Kit was stopping with me. In fact, we were down hereon a horse and cattle- stealin’ trip. The Brush Creek Ranch was the point we meant to strike. Roper had given us pointers, for he hated Dan Temple, and why? because Dan had supplanted him in the affection of Doctor Dave’s daughter. Kamas Kit was taken into the conspiracy. Alfa Bond was to be his share of the spoils. We moved our camp that night up into this canyon for we were only ten miles from Doctor Dave’s cabin, ‘‘Roper at the time had aduel with Dan Temple on his hands. It was to come off next day. He was terrible afraid he’d get winged, and so made arrangements with Kamas Kit to appear on the ficld at the proper moment and relieve him by killin’ or capturin’ Temple. It was all mean, dirty and cowardly. ‘* At the same time warriors and some of Kit’s men were to proceed to Doctor Dave’s cabin and bring you and Alfa here. The old man was to meet the fate he did. You were found and so was Doctor Dave. Alfa had gone away, but was captured on the duel field. The duel was brought to an end, but Temple was left unharméd, be- cause of his good marksmanship. ‘* Unfortunately for all our plans, Kamas Kit let the girl git away from them last night, and you have seen the result. he brought the Sioux here to avenge / sd her father’s death, and she has doneit. But } for this accident I believe we would have succeeded in our scheme.”’. ‘You might if 1 had never discovered that Gascoyne was Clinton Roper,” replied Bondurant; ‘“but, Gray Falcon, what would have been the fate of Dan Temple bad he not been rescued last night by his friends?” ‘‘He was at the mercy of his rival, Clin- ton Roper, and you may judge what that mercy would have been.” ‘‘ Well,” said Bondurant, with evident relief, ‘‘the scoundrel has made a terrible mess of it, and, I suppose, met his doom in the fight. And while Doctor Dave has been murdered—foully murdered—I hope, Gray Falcon, your God, whom you are soon to meet, may deal mercifully with you for the penitence you have shown in making this confession and clearing up all doubts in my mind,” To fully satisfy himself in regard to Roper, Bondurant and Old Dismal searched among the dead for Gascoyne’s body. They found it where the battle had raged the fiercest. Old Dismal caught hold of the long beard which yielded to a slight pull, and, true enough, the face of Clint Roper was reveal ed. The story of the dying chief had been fully verified. But, the arch-villain had paid the penalty of his conspiracy with his life, Bondurant went back and remained by Gray Falcon until his death, which occurred some two hours later; and, let it be here said to the credit of the whites that, before they left the camp, out of a spirit of Christian charity, they gave the dead chief and daugh- ter as decent burial as circumstances would permit, Alfa Bond preparing the body of Raven-Eyes for the grave. Ail the possessions-—horses, camp equipage and arms of the defeated foe were turned over to the victorious Sioux, except those be- longing to the Red River Rogues, and a horse each for Bondurant, Dan Temple, Alfa and Norway Nels. The whites went down the canyon a little way—out of sight of the battle-field—lighted a fire, and prepared dinner of such food as could be found in Gray Falcon’s camp. After the repast the horses were brought up, ready for mounting. Bondurant, Temple and Alfa mounted, and riding back to where the Sioux were in pos- session of the enemy’s camp, bid them good- by, the Indians betraying much feeling at the departure of the daughter of their beloved old medicine-man., Going back to where the Norwegian and the Red River Rogues were waiting, Dan Temple exacted a promise of them to visit his ranch within a fortnight—while Bondurant and Alfa were his guests; then they bade the hunters an affectionate adieu and rode off down the canyon. . ; Shortly after their departure the hunters set out for Norway’s cabin, where Sol and Dismal were to remain until Nels’s wounds had sufficiently recovered to enable him to make the promised visit to Brush Creek Ranch, The death of Clint Roper, in company with Gray Falcon and Kamas Kit, produced a decided sensation over the Laramie Plains. Even the cowboys on his ranch did not know he was in collusion with the outlaws, al- though a few of them had regarded some of his lonely excursions away from the ranch as a suspicious circumstance, Alfa revisited her old home, and with the help of kind hands had her father’s remains laid by the side of her mother in that beauti- ful little velley where for years she had been so happy as a child. ) Accepting the hospitality of Dan Temple, Bondurant and Alfa remained on Brush Creek Ranch for nearly a month. In the mean time, Norway Nels and the two old hunters came down to the ranch on their promised visit, and during their stay there was music in the air, in and around the place, for the brave and jolly old Rogues let themselves , Norway Nels, the Big Boy Mountaineer. pre S95 SRNL PE Be eae ea RAAT, A AG RATED ESATA TE APSR Se SEB AY PS NR SRE RES TEONEIE loose and went in for an old) Roman holi-x receipt of twelve cents each, day. : When Ira Bondarant and Alfa finally lef for the East, Dan Temple drove them ove! to the nearest station on the Union Pacific Railway. There Dan and the maiden parte with words of terder, hopeful love, and— | But why add more? Suffice it to say tha to-day, Daniel Temple is one of the cattl barons of the West—rich not only in the po: session of worldly goods, but a charming Ii tle wife whose love and wealth she had place in his keeping; and in him Alfa has all tha} the heart of a true wife could wish. | After their visit at the ranch had ended, Norway Nels and the Red River Rogues re turned to the mountains, each carrying token of love and remembrance from those in whos behalf they had so bravely risked their live on that memorable night and dayin Big Horn Canyon. THE END. Beatle’s Dime Library. 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