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| be,” remarked Dick. not stand the ordeal. confession, but your vengeance ought to “I t—t—t—told him h w—w—w—would b—b—be,” the stuttering fellow declared. “I n—n—n—knowed -you k—k—k—k—could do it, b—b—by the w— w—way you d—d—done it t—to m—n— m—me. And I’m glad of it, b’s—g—g—g—gosh!” h—h—how . it oe: a. ae & & 5 5 CHAPTER XXI. AVENGED. About that time John Ormsted was out looking for his friend. It had been a surprise to him to wake up in’ his room and find himself all dressed, and his } artner missing. He asked Dick if he had seen him. “Not this morning... Is he missing?” “Yes; can’t find him any wheres.” ‘Maybe he has taken an early start to find that fortune;.but, as I have the map EL can’t think that,” “I say, what happened to us last night? The last I remember we were in your room, and when I woke up it Was morning and the sun was shining in my face where I lay on the floor.” “Fact was, I suppose, we took a little too much,” explained Dick, laughing. “Our pard will show up = right, I don't doubt.” They had breakfast, yet Bl: iker W missing. Some time before the opening hour, the president and cashier of the bank entered the building. ‘A few minutes later Deadwood Dick and Nancy Jane crossed the street and entered after them. The door was closed, and ob- servers wondered what was going on, The watchman was still there, and he looked troubled. “Have you heard the fellow?” Dick. ~~ j “ The watchman says he has,” answered Rashton. “About two hours ago he heard terrible cries, faintly, and they were kept up for some time, but now all is still.” “We will go down, then, and take the man’s confession, if he is ready to make one; and I think he will be, when we threaten to leave him there to meet the was still asked - same doom as the man he murdered.” “And I am to go down first,” reminded Nancy Jane. ‘Yes, you first.” They proceeded to the cellar, two ¢arry- ing lights, and tue trap in the lower floor was lifted. No sound came from below. Nancy Jane was very pale, but firm. “Do you still insist upon being the first to go down?” asked Dick. ** Yes,” she resolutely answered. zo down first. It is my right. afraid. ji oe She leaped lightly dows and. one of the lights was handed to her. She disappeared, and then was heard to exclaim: ‘ “ My God!" “ What is it?” asked Dick. “Come down! Come down at once!” she called, *T will I am not Dick and the other sprang down, and im-. mediately saw for themselves. The man was dead; and, not only dead, but his hair had turned as white as snow, while his face horror! — “ More terrible than I thought it would “Guilty, he could We have lost his had an expression of utter feel fully satisfied, Nancy Jane.” , “T am satisfied; he deserved no less. What he did unto Others, the same was _ meted out to him. ‘That is the golden rule of human vengeance!” ‘* And — what. about the other?’ asked a the banker. “Ye i« no 3%) eit =) i iv < 1) yous ( ? = 2s? Deadwood Dick, J Qr., at ‘Flush - Flats. -——— a | . . : ’ PA * ay q o j Me “ . ey = te a Ny 7,‘ be. ae he ns Ss fs é possible! —— * Wait, and I will bring him here,” Deadwood Dick hurriedly departed. He found the man in the bar-room of and the hotel—his usual resort. “IT have found our pard,” announced Dick, “and he has found the fortune!’ ‘The deuce you say!” “Yes, and you are to come with Don’t be excited, so as to attract tention.”’ They crossed the street, but — head straight for the bank at once. Once across, however, Dick turned in the direction of the bank, and stopped at the steps. The man had turned as pale as a ghost. me. at- did not “Not in there?’ he cried. “ Oh, not in there, Mr. Peters.”’ “And why not?’ Dick demanded, * You mean to say he is in there? Im- You ecouldn’t hire him to go in that place!” “Oh, come on with draw a crowd by your the other. Still the fellow did not seem inclined to go into the bank, but with a quick move- ment Dick laid hold upon his collar and, exerting his marvelous strength, forced him up the steps and in at the door in a hurry. There he handcuffed him before the as- tounded man knew what had happened. “IT eave! I cave!’ he whined, piteously, dropping upon his knees. “I will do anything you say, anything; only don’t take me down there—don't!”’ “Will you confess everything?” manded Dick. “Yes, yes, everything!” “Well, we will hear what you have to say, and if it agrees with the confession of your partner, well and good; if not, down you go to share the fate of the victim of your horrible crime.’ ° ~ Perspiration was streaming from the fellow’s face, and Dick was really afraid to take him down to the hole below, for fear he might die of abject terror. Dick called down to the others, and all came up. Then the villaim confessed, swearing that his confession was full and true. He had been one of the former _part- ners in the banking business there, at Flush Flats. His real name was Gus Osburn. Eugene Brandson had made friends with him, and had gotten him into his power. — Having done that, he forced an interest in the business, and the three—the third partner was dead, had begun to carry on a business that was chiefly wholesale rob- bery of every man whom they saw a chance to fleece at all. And in that manner they prospered. One day Theodore Barefield came to them, saying he had a fortune which he wanted to put into safe hands until he could reach home, when he would de- posit the amount-in some bank in his own city by draft, They agreed to take it, but, just then, Brandson came in. He and Barefield, recognizing each other, Brandson drew a pistol and made ‘his rival a prisoner. The confederates in villainy then de- cided to chain him in the cellar, to make don't urged you, and fooling!" de- him confess where the fortune was hid, for he had not brought it with him, so the fellow explained; but he averred that they had no intention of killing Barefield, who died a natural death; and then. in order to save themselves, they closed up the business in a hurry and went away. The confession was not believed; it was certain that Brandson had left his prisoner to die there of starvation; the scoundrel simply dared not tell the sg as to the death of their victim. | | to jail; § qwaeees.. gezeesiezes TSS ener errr eee eee EL EE LT SM Se me a 15 The confession made, Osburn was sent then, from the steps of the bank, the mayor made known to the people the whole matter, and formally introduced Mr. Richard Bristol—the noted Deadwood Dick, and the Simon Pure Detective. The citizens of Flush Flats shouted themselves hoarse in their hearty enthu- siasm. The whole revelation Was an as- tonisher, and Deadwood Dick was the hero of the hour. —~— + What, remains must be briefly told. The skeleton of the murdered man was properly interred, and a shaft set up to mark the spot. The fortune was discovered in due time by Deadwood Dick, after a patient search, and it was handed over to Nancy Jane, his girl sport pard. She, in turn, eventually gave it to a sister of Barefield’s, as his next of kin. The well-satisfied mayor made a public dinner, in honor of Deadwood Dick, and it was a big affair. There, again, the whole story was retold, and at the close there were three rousing cheers for Simon. Pure, the Peculiar, and his Nobby rirl Pard When Dick left the place Nancy Jane went with him, declaring that she wanted to share with him the perils and exeite- ment of at least one more adventure be- fore she set her face homeward and set- tled down again to humdrum life, as she characterized it. 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