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Deadwood Dick’s own weapons were in hand immediately, and he held the advantage by big odds. “Get up,” he ordered, ‘‘and we’ll talk the matter over. You were ready to give mea ‘warm reception.” ‘*Curse you!” the enraged man cried, ‘‘ do ‘you bear a charmed life?” ‘**’ve heard men say so,” Dick responded, smiling. ‘* And I believe it.” Wyndham got up, and Dick ordered him to a seat, ‘* Now,” he said, ‘‘T’ll give you your choice of two things: You must either restore that money you took from Miss Bly, or I'll put you under arrest and see that you get what you deserve—the State’s Prison!” , **T can laugh at you,” was the sneering re- tort. ‘‘That girl is by this time a prisoner again, and you'll never find her.” Dick smiled. ‘‘She might have been, but your plans didn’t succeed,” he responded. ‘‘ Your two boss rascals, on the other hand, are dead, wuile Ethel is safe. You are doubly foiled and wholly in my power now.” ‘*'Whom do you mean is dead?” ‘‘ Brandon and O’Leary. The master of the house looked frightened. ‘Who killed them?” he inquired, ex- eye & ‘‘The Brennan girl, who is avenging the She has gathered them all in but one now.” ‘** And that one—” **Ts yourself. She is after. you, and I ‘would not give a cent for your life. I would not be in your boots for all the gold in the mines of Durango.” ‘‘She must be ovo the frightened man cried. ‘‘I will raise that reward to five thousand at once.” L “It will not do you any good. She is safe enough, I believe, and it is only a ques- tion of hours when she will come to gather _ “Heavens! Can’t you help me out of it?” “Yes, certainly; 1 can edge you in the jail, and, later on, into State’s Prison, if you prefer that rather than to yield to my de- mand.” ' ‘‘ What was your demand?” ‘‘The money you owe that young lady.” IT will pay it. I can’t do it now, how- ever.” ‘‘Why not now as well as another time? Come, there must be no—” Dick suddenly stopped, wheeled half- around, drawing one of his revolvers, _. There was the crack of a cartridge, and a ___- bullet grazed his cheek. Instantly his own weapon spoke, and a ‘man dropped to the floor. a ' . eal & 1. ‘ +] q ry “4 ¢ ip." “aio d a But it was not over. Two more sprung at é hips both with Knives in hand, He was in atig sis | ht place. While talking to Wyndham, he had no- __ ticed that his eyes were looki and saapent ng treachery, h _ the nick | | ‘would have been too late. beyond him, f had turned just in ‘of time, Another moment, and it \ ¢ a ’ * +A. P . 7 | Jar is : - 1 4 ' . , : y. av, % * Th : if ‘ . \ ur - ie > 7 a 4 o a m3 \ . 7 uh ef Te _ ‘ee “s Ley = &) CHAPTER XVII. ALL GATHERED IN, Drcx fired again, promptly. Another of the rascals went down. But now the Chinaman, armed with a gun, was upon him, ; Dick sprung forward, just as he was bring- he up-to fire, and struck it away. he weapon exploded, and its load was buried in the wall, making a hole as big as a man’s fist. There was a lively time in that room, but it did not last long, for Dick made a dash for the door, and out, just as Wyndham be- gan torain bullets after him from the revol- ver he had recovered. ‘“‘Balked again!” Dick muttered, as he made his way to the hotel. ‘‘ But, my time willcome. I'll wait till night, now.” It was after dark when he next appeared upon the street. He was in disguise, but, keen eyes had been watching for him, and his disguise did not serve him. The eyes of love are sharp, tis said. He had not gone far from the hotel when a hand fell upon his arm, and turning, he igae himself in the presence of the girl out- aw. . She, too, was in disguise. ‘‘Have you settled with Wyndham?” she asked. ‘No, for he came near settling with me,” was the answer. ‘‘Then I will wait no longer. I must gather him in this night, for it is getting too hot for me. Thereis oaneet that they will nab me before my work is done, and that must not be. I must gather him in before I go.” ‘‘You had bétter be satisfied with the score you" have made, and get away,’’ the detective advised. ‘‘I wish you would es- cape while you can.” ‘“‘ Never! They shall all be gathered in! They came near getting me this afternoon, and would, only for you. I must thank you for what you did. And now, adieu forever. We shall never meet in life again.” Just then old Wyndham passed them and entered the saloon. P The girl was gone in another instant. Not being particularly interested in the work of the Brennan girl, Dick bothered his head but little about her. He meant to do what he had promised in the case, and no more. | Ethel’s money must be recovered, at all hazards. So he waited in the vicinity of the White Elephant Saloon, until he saw old Wyndham leave it. The night was dark, and before he was scarcely aware of it, the detective had lost track of his man, So he returned to the little boardin -house where he had left Ethel. He found her in better spirits. ‘*You are to come with me,” Dick an- nounced. ‘* Where to?” ‘ | “To recover your money. Now is our chance.” . The walk to the Wyndham mansion was ;not a long one; but when the house was reached it was found to be perfectly dark; not a ray of light was to be seen anywhere. **T reckon it's all right,” Dick said, and they entered the grounds. | ‘You haven’t got a key?” asked Ethel. No; but I have brought tools with me that will force an entrance.” ‘“You’re not a burglar?” “No. But men in my profession often have to carry burglar’s tools.” They stole to the side-door. It was locked. | _ Dick listened a moment; then he peered through the keyhole. : ‘* There may be no one at home, but there ‘ »/ 4 is a light in there,” he said.‘ We will soon | cnet ee Eas Te WESC WARP Ae sci | Pra 9 ok Te ; 4 Pit ~ . F 4 ; Z . ad : e : ? & a “tet f. i Wer: +My : ‘ * - . . wi xi Va urs ¥ ‘ . ¥ hey "s) Fes, Lbah 4 er Mt ral Ae 2! AF Dwg i 1 NTP if somer* eA ae to ea : ‘, “ee 4 any A CR ie ha Pee ; 7 ar ~~ t uh ea Y ’ t rae yi A ae a xt Hi ae ' s 7.9 »- ws 5. / , ~| 158 The Doomed Dozen. 261 Black Sam, the Prairie ‘ , AN sf ' "s * “ roi hd ood Dick, Jr., in Durango. He then went to work with the jimmy, and very readily forced the door apes ‘*Now, come,” he ordered Ethel. ‘‘T am afraid,” the girl faltered. ‘* Nonsense,” replied Dick. ‘I will see that no harm comes to you.” So they entered. The kitchen was empty. But, in the parlor a strange sight was to be seen. Upon the sofa lay Wesley Wyndham, cold in death. | dead. And, to cap the climax, seated upon a sofa, was Calamity Jane, Jr., alsodead. _ Upon her breast was pinned the insignia: ‘‘THpy ARE ALL GATHERED IN.” And so it afterward proved. There is little more to add. | Ethel returned to her mother with her fortune, which was found in Wyndham’s safe. Walt went with her as her husband. Dick immediately left Durango on an im- portant mission. 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