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Deadwood Dick knew of but one person on whom to rely in this emergency, and this was, Ribbon Johnny, the stage-driver. Happening to know that he slept in a little room off the bar-room, he went there and tried the door. It was not secured, and stepping in, he gave the rugged old driver a shake to rouse him. ‘* Whoa!” the driver cried. ‘‘ Stop yer jerkin’, Polly, er I'm a stump-tailed coyote ef I don’t make yer nose bleed, hatisther— Eh?’ ‘Shut your mouth,” Dick whispered, ‘‘and listen.” ‘‘ Wull, what ar’ et?” the man asked. ‘“T have captured the road-agont band, Johnny, and I want your assistance to bring them in. They are all disarmed and handcuffed, what are not dead,” ‘*Ther dickens ye hev! anyhow?” os "= I'm Dick Bristol, your passenger of the other ay. ‘‘ Ther feller what doneet up so neat fer High- hoss Noah?” ‘‘The same, But, come, for we have work to do before morning.” **1’m with yer, you bet!” In a few minutes Ribbon Jobnny was ready, and Deadwood Dick Jed the way to the cavern chamber where the prisoners were. When he saw who they were, the driver’s sur- prise hardly knew bounds, The dead men were carried out first, and laid out on the floor in the bar-room of the hotel. Then the prisoners were marched out, taken to the same place, and there kept until morning dawned and the town awoke, Meantime Deadwood Dick had not been idle; he had given the cavern a thorough exploration, and had made many discoveries—one of which was a pm leading from the cavern to the office of the Little Joker! In this place, in a sort of niche cutin the rock, was found a great amount of bullion, and other stolen property of value. Following another branch of the cavern, Dick finally came to a place where he heard the neigh of a horse, and going on, came into a temporary ‘stable, . Here were several horses, and on a heap of blankets not far away was a man. Dick woke him with the cold muzzle of a revolver on his face, and the fellow proved to be High-hoss Noab. He sprung up with an oath of surprise, but, Dick had him covered, and soon had him dis- armed and bound, That done, Dick looked around further, and there was the robe that Captain Death’s horse had always worn! And he found that it was lined with heavy mail! . This discovery had already been made in re- spect to Captain Death himself. Under his hideous disguiso, was a coat of mail that was bullet-proof, And the disguise, that was a close-fitting black cloth covering, with the figure of a skeleton outlined upon it in luminous paint, It was the same with the head-covering. That And who be you, ‘was steel-lined, but Deadwood Dick’s snap-shot at one of the eyes had found the weak point, and had cost the outlaw his life. And Captain Death, who was he? Be patient for a moment, and we shall see, When the town began to stir, that morning, there was excitement on the Plaza, Experience Wiggles was out there, carpet-bag, umbrella, blue gogsles and all, and was letting her voice be heard. “No,” she cried, in her high and squeaky voice, ‘I hain’t found my Ezekiel, yeou gappin’ eedjits, yeou! No, I hain’t found him, but I have had jest the reddest red-hot time yeou ever - heerd tell on.” ‘‘ What’s the matter, aunty?’ was asked. ‘*Hev ye got ’em this mornin’? What seeins ster ‘be ther diffikelty with yer?” he Og y “Ob! theer’s nothin’ much the trouble, yeou “ ad a a r fools,” she responded, ‘*‘ but if some of yeou ad been in my boots last night theer might ’a’ been. Why, l’ve been on a reg’l’r old rampage all night. No nightmare that yeou ever heerd on could hold a candle tew it.” ‘‘ But, what hev yer been doin’?” was asked, It had not taken long to draw a big crowd, and the loud laughing of the men brought others every moment. ‘‘ What hev I been a-doin’! Why bless yer hearts, children, I hey been after your road- agent, Captain Death. And, what’s more, l’ve got him too!” ‘‘What! Got Captain Death! You?” ‘* Bet your life!” was the response. ‘¢ And where is he? What have ye done with him?” Deadwood Dick gave a loud whistle, the doors of the hotel opened, and two men came out, carrying Captain Death’s body between them. The men were Mr. Philbrooke and Ribbon Johnny, and they laid the body on the piazza at the top of the steps, where all might see it plainly. ‘‘ Who is he?” was the eager demand. Dick had sprang up on the piazza, and now stood behind the body. ‘‘ You ask who he is,” he said, in his natural voice: “ you shall see. Ribbon Johnny, remove that head-piece.” ! The stage-driver did so, and to the almost aralyzing surprise of everybody, the face of rald Appleby was disclosed to view! ‘‘ And who in blazes be you ?” was the next demand. fg thi : This was made of the disguised detective and he answered their question at once. Taking off his glasses, bonnet and wig, Dick made a bow to the crowd, and said: ‘You ask who 1 am, gentlemen; Iam Richard M. Bristol, better known as Detective Deadwood Dick, Junior.” A howl went up immediately, His name of course was known to many, as Deadwood Dick, and they gave him a rousing cheer. And while that was going on, Dick cast off the rest of his disguise. The prisoners were then brought out, and Dick made his charge against them, telling the story in full. ‘You see,” he concluded, ‘‘ the chief devils of all were Appleby and his son. 1 never met with two worse characters in all my career as a detective. Not content with their share of the profits of the mine, and their salaries as manager and clerk, they made up their minds to have all, They made up this pretty scheme, Andin order to carry it on without being suspected, they had to rob the stage once in a while when it had no bullion aboard,” While this was going on, @ horseman was seen to come out from the direction of the hotel stables. It was Hubert Watkyns, and he headed up the valley at a walk. Barely had he started, however, when a woman’s voice rung out, ordering him to stop. He turved, saw Mrs. Worthington on the piazza, and putting spurs to the animal he was on, started off at a run. The woman instantly raised a pistol and fired after him, but missed, ; Not so Deadwood Dick. Drawing a revolver, he raised it and fired, and the horse fell in its tracks. ‘Come back here,” Dick ordered, as soon as Watkyns got up, ‘‘ or you will get the same,” The fellow came back, with a great show of hardy demanding to know why he had been shot at, . ‘Ask your wife here that question,” retorted Dick, indicating Mrs, Worthington. “His wife!” cried another voice. It was Rose Denmore, pale to the lips, _ * Yes, his wife, Rose Denmore,” repeated Mrs. Worthington. ‘I followed him and you here, to prevent his marrying you, as I happened to learn you and he had planned, He is a villain only to be despised. Be thankful you have escaped, and take my advice and return home to your parents.” Something of a scene followed that, as can be imagined. Watkyns was forced to acknowledge the truth, and the citizens of Satan’s Spring fell upon him and gave him a good whipping at the stake, and when they bad done with him, Dead- wood Dick put him under arrest, He it was who had informed against Dick, having seen him somewhere to know him, and he was also concerned with the Applebys in their schemes, \ It was he wro had left the note atthe bar for Dick on the night of his arrival there, and the - receipt of twelve cents each. Applebys were they who had been at the bottom of the placing of tbe coffin in Dick’s room, Satan’s Spring went wild. Deadwood Dick tried to have order rule, but he had no power to back his authority, being al- most alone, and the result was that Judge Lynch took the matter in band, and the rascals were promptly disposed of, every one of them! Austin Pilbrooke took charge of the mine, and notified the other owners of what had taken place. It wassoon put into honest hands, and from that time paid big returns on the money in- vested. It was a paying thing, and always had een. Mr. Pilbrooke did not remain there but went home as soon as he could, taking his daughter with him, And their parting with Deadwood Dick was,one to be remembered. Dick was paid the ten thousand dollars re- ward that had been offered, baving fairly earn- ed it, and, when Ribbon Johnny went on from Satan’s Spring one morning, he was once again a passenger. sels le aS | Satan’s Spring is still there, though it may have a new name by this time, but there are many in the town who well remember Deadwood Dick’s short sojourn pe them, and there are some who never tire of telling about the daring road-agent of Devil Canyon, and about how Deadwood Dick brought bis career to a timely close by his ‘‘ daisy drop,” as everybody there called it, THE END. Beadle’s Dime Library. BY CAPTAIN MARK WILTON, 176 Lady Jaguar, the Robber Queen. 194 Don Sombrero, the California Road Gent, 202 Cactus Jack, the Giant Guide. 219 The Scorpion Brothers; or, Mad Tom’s Mission, 223 Canyon Dave, the Man of the Mountain, 227 Buckshot Ben, the Man-Hunter of Idaho. 237 Long-Haired Max; or, The Black League, 245 Barranca Bill, the Revolver Champion 258 Bullet Head, the Colorado Bravo. 263 lron-Armed Abe, the Hunchback Destroyer, 266 Leopard Luke, the King of Horse-Thieves. 271 Stonefist, of Big Nugget Bend, ' 276 Texas Chick, the Southwest Detective. 285 Lightning Bolt, the Canyon Terror. 291 Horseshoe Hank, the Man of Big Luck, 805 Silver-Plated Sol, the Montana Rover. 811 Heavy Hand; or, The Marked Men. . 323 Hotspur Hugh; or, The Banded Brothers, BY LIEUT, A, K. SIMS. 528 Huckleberry, the Foot-Hills Detective. 552 Prince Primrose, the Flower of the Flock, MISCELLANEOUS, § Wildcat Bob. By Edward L. Wheeler, 9 Handy Andy. By Samuel Lover. 10 Vidoeq, the French Police Spy. By himself, 11 Midshipman Easy. Captain Marryatt. 32 B’hoys of Yale: or, Fhe Scrapes of Collegians, 60 Wide Awake, the Robber King. By F. Dumont, 68 The Fighting Trapper. By Capt. J. F.C. Adams, 76 The Queen’s Musketeers. By George Albany. 78 The Mysterious Spy. By Arthur M Grainger, 102 The Masked Band. By George L. Aiken. 110 The Silent Rifleman. By H. W. Herbert. 125 The Blacksmith Outlaw. By H. Ainsworth. 133 Rody the Rover. By William Carieton. 140 The Three Spaniards. By Geo. Walker. 144 The Hunchback of No tre Dame. By Victor Hugo, 146 The Doctor Detective. By George Lemuel. 152 Captain Lronnerve, the Counterfeiter Chief, 158 The Doomed Dozen, By Dr. Frank Powell, 166 Owlet, the Robber Prince. By S. R. Urban. 179 Conrad, the Convict. By Prof. Gildersleeve, 190 The Three Guardsmen. By Alexander Dumas. 261 Black Sam, the Prairie Thunderbolt. By. Col, _ Jo Yards, : 275 The Smuggler Cutter. By J. D. Conro ar], the Mountain Scourge. 312 Kinkfoot By Mor~ ris Redwing. 350 Flash Falcon, Society Detective. By W.. J. Cobb, 353 Bart Brennan; or, The King of Straight Flush, By John Cuthbert. 366 The Telegraph Detective. By George H. Morse, 410 Sarah Brown, Detective. By K. F. Hill, 518 ane Richard, the Thoroughbred. By J. Ww, sbon, 534 Green Mountain Joe: or, The Counterfeiter’sg Cave. By Marmaduke Dey. 542 The Ocean Drift; or, The Fight for Two Lives, By A. F. Holt. : 566 The Dauntless Deteciive; or, The Daughter Avenger. -By Tom W. King A new issue every Wednesday, Beadle’s Dime Library is for gale by all Newsdealers, teu cents per copy, or sent by mail on yy EADLE & AD Publishers, 98 William Street, New York : comic ee > ’ ~ a ——— ~- so ._. «— 7 - — ee et i = > —— ete —_ + ee