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There was a way around, though it was a little further, and Dead wood Dick considered it best to avoid Nuggetville, not knowing but that the denizens there might try to rescue the prisoner, In due time they reached their destination, and the prisoner was promptly put in the calaboose. ‘** Where’s Marshal Mackerel?” asked Dick, ‘forthwith. ‘*You orter know, seein’ that you have his hoss,” responded Big-foot Ben. ‘‘ We captured his horse, riderless, some miles the other side of Nuggetville,” Dick explained, | | ‘Then the mayor is in trouble, b’gosh!” ““He set out fer Nug- ENDING, he could,” ‘*Then to Nuggetville we go!” cried Dick. “*Get ready, a good posse of you, and 11l lead you.” ‘Hooray! An’ cf harm has come to the mayor, woe unto ther people o’ Nugget- avalle 1s, ‘You bet your life on that, every time!” In ten minutes they were ready, a good number and ell armed to the teeth, and | wha Deadwood Dick at their head they were Nothing occurred On the way, and the denizens of Nuggetville were surprised to gee them, as may be supposed. | It was thought they had come for fight, and there was a hasty closing up of shops and shanties, every man jack of them get- ting out his extra gun, if he had one. They believed they » count for their work of the night before at COW ier’s Bill Milligin?” a nded Dead ime? ere / n?”’ dema ead- wood Dick, | sige Brie 5, _ **Hfe’s hidin’ under ther hotel piazzy,” some fellow disclosed. ay were going to be called to ac- ‘‘Then he had better come out here and show himself,” cried Dick, laughing. The mayor came forth, shamefaced asked what was wanted, men- cat. -. This brought forth a yell of laughter from e men from Rosy. Posy, and it was so hearty that it, in a measure, reassured the men of Nuggetville and they began to show themselves, __‘* What's wanted?” the mayor asked. _ «We want to know if yon have seen Mar- shal Mackerel, ‘eplsined Dick. | _ **Not sence he went through hyer some hours ago, on his way to Placer, as he said he Hee tha - | COC ‘Hat that begins to explain it. Who was’ Who followed after hime “Wull, nobody but Pistol Polly, and s bP] . ) " “Hal t Deadwood Dick, poor Brown. Tere, Ned,” to Wyler, “hold | : quiet her | . | Luey Love's true name was Lucy ‘Love- ' will be eagerly read and widaly circulated. — i 3 1 eo some Others come after me... “4, waza ins ean r ,. ‘ f a re i ra ‘ nena : ; i ' P : : ae As ‘é : , “Fb a Ay - 2 7 = - ‘ ~ ) “- ‘ ant a ,. 4a | Pied . ‘ Fy « en - toe * > ‘ ae 2 re \ _™* . : 5 . ,* La Fo Sy "© onl | wie _ He slipped out of the saddle and rar into the Bungalow, s, Dead-Sure Game, 15 luird, and she and this other were sisters, Mary being the elder by several years. At ‘‘Show me to Pistol Polly’s room, quick!’ ! an early age Mary had married, against ner he demanded of the landlord. ‘* Not a min- ute to spare,” * “ What’s up—” ‘‘No matter what’s up! Do as I bid you,” displaying a gun, ‘‘and we'll explain afterward,” The landlord obeyed now, in haste, and on entering the room there on the floor lay the insensible form of aman of middle age— Brown, the musician. He it was who had come ahead of Dick that morning, and who had locked the door of the parlor upon Pistol Polly, as described. There was a cut on his head, showing where he had been dealt a terrific blow. Dick felt for his beart, It was beating, and throwing up a dow he called for some of his men, In a moment Ned Wyler, Peg McGrath, Big-foot Ben, and others, came bounding up the stairs, ‘Do what yon can for this man, boys,” commanded Dick, hurriedly. ‘ Bring him to and take him to Rosy Posy, and take the best of care of him, You and 1, Ned, have ‘got some more trailing to do.” Dick left the house and ran to his horse, Ned following, and there Dick made a divi- sion of his posse. He left half to attend to Brown and to see to other matters of which they had an understanding; the rest he took with him for the purpose of bringing in the mayor's body. He certainly expected to find him dead. ‘*One of us ought to have come this way before,” Dick said to Ned, ‘‘ but, a man can’t think of everything at once.” Half a mile out of Nuggetville they found Marshal Mackerel, but not dead. He had win- creased, and he was just coming to his senses when they found him.. Dick left the men to take care of him, save Ned Wyler and Peg McGrath, and_ with these he pressed on, determined to find Pistol Polly at any cost. It was not until the following morning that Deadwood Dick and the others, with their prisoner, reached Rosy Posy. Their prisoner was Pistol Polly, pale and worn-looking, but defiant and full of venom, and now she wasshowing all the evil of her nature, | When they rode into the camp, out from the hotel rushed Lucy Love. , “Mary. my sister!” she cried, ‘‘ I have been looking for you, and I want to save you! Will you not accept the terms I have offered you by this gentleman, Mr, Dear wood Dick?” B ‘* Deadwood Dick!” cried the crowd, | Dick inclined his head in acknowledg- ment, | The whoop that went up, then, was deaf- ening, almost. ' ‘‘ Never!” the woman. prisoner cried defi- antly, as soon as she could be heard, ‘‘ Only for you, I would not be where Iam to-day, and now-you would have the people think | youare a saint!” ‘Mary, you wrong me—” | | | Bat a other turned upon her with a string of abuse and profanity, and the girl was forced to run weeping into the hotel. “You are not deserving of the merey she would show you,” cried Dead wood Dick, utterly hardened against her, ** You lie when you accuse her of having had anything _| to do with your carcer.” hay 4... | guessed it was Deadwood Dick turning on e risk was too great, muttered | him inher fiercest manner. ‘‘] fear she has done for | , | “And you, curse you! I might have ‘¢No other man could have trapped me as you did, you —” if She ad tobe thrust into the lock-up to . *, ; #) , ee “a a ua a . 4 +, eral A * Wiss PCa te? al- Fe wt ~ a PY ee \ es rere MM é * a -\ 2 va 7 ne Das Fe IAN «Tes , oe —_ na asxgwKX—wr been struck on the head by a bullet, but only | got what they deserved. ‘ father’s wishes, and gone West. She had been wild, headstrong and ungovernable from childhood. She made it too warm for her husband in a short time, and he deserted her, then she became a nameless wanderer, Their father was now dead, and in his will he had left three quarters of all his wealth to Lucy, and one-quarter to Mary—if she should return at any time within two years after his death to claimit. If not, all was to go to Lucy. Mary’s husband was one Frank Tre- mont—whom we have seen as Joel Hicks, and he, hearing of this will, set out to find his wife. He failed, and then followed Lucy, who was also in search of her sister, in order that she might be genervus with her and maybe redeem her. ~ In leaving home, Mary had stglen some valuable papers, which it was important Lucy should recover. The middle-aged man who traveled with her was her father’s trust- ed private secretary, who would know these papers when he saw them—and which he finally did recognize, when Deadwood Dick restored them to Lucy. If these papers fell into the hands of Tremont, he would have power to oust both the sisters, and, by ‘false swearing, place himsclf into possession of the property. His scheme was, to get the papers, put his wife out of the way, and marry Lucy; or, failing in that, to put both out of the way and swear that he had a son who was beir to all. | Pistol Polly’s scheme, ss has been shown clearly, was to remove all the others and come in for the wealth herself! But Deadwood Dick had been in the field, and he had captured his Dead-Sure Game. Pistol Polly killed herself, but the others THE END, | eee ee SOs oe ~- — Next Haur-Dime Lrprary, No, 892! - Bowery Ben in Chinatown; — | OR, | Sam Ling the East Side Sport. BY HAROLD PAYNE. A light-flood on life in one of the almost unknown quarters of the Great City—the haunts of the Orient- als, Chinamen, Hindoos, Japs, Arabs, etc. Bowery Ben, the Volunteer, enters on a ‘mysterious disappearance’’ case to quickly find himself shadowing a most dangerous gang of Highbinders; but, disguised as a Chinaman, he becomes a veritable | Celestial Detective and does some perilous and exciting work. The haunts of the Celestials, their anomalous and singu- lar lives, their a tonishing subtlety and infinite ras- , cali y are brought to the full light of day, making it A Startling Expose! Around the story-heroine—a beautiful young girl —is woven the intense interest of her terrible trouble — and susp*nse and that her escape is only possible through the co-operation of the old Harpy, her Woman Jailer, greatly ‘deepens that interest and adds a strange | feature to a story that is wholly out of the ordinary andasa Revelation of Darkest New York | “ oe . : : % | ‘ ’ a e. ts comic Su Kd Pee eS "> 44+ ‘. ; . lt M \f - « ’ oa Pw + " 7 , 2 ‘ em jis , Pt | - * ; : - + 9 \y ’ ps y e \ N t Lat s “ Me