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¢ . ‘shall not 24 When he was at last ready to start, he was stopped by the arrival of a man whom he re- cognized immediately as one of the gang that he had left with Manuel. This fellow, whose face told a story of disas- ter, was one of those who had been sent out to administer a thrasbing to Parmenas Pratt, if not to kill bim. He briefly related the events that had trans- pired in the old mine, as faras he knew them, and told how the Green Guard had come upon himself and his comrades, releasing Pratt, and be alone had escaped. “Allis up, then!” exclaimed Rosalba. ‘Of course the show fellow led them into the mine, and Manuel is either dead or a prisoner. Come into the house, Alfonso, and tell your story to the senora.”” Senora Rosalba was terribly stricken by this new blow, and her cries and complaints con- trasted sharply with the silent despair of her husband, “Are you going to let it end so?” she de- manded, turning angrily upon him. ‘‘Do you mean to lie down like a whipped cur, and let those wretches ride over you? Will you not even go and look for Manuel?” “I know where to look for Manuel,” he gloomily replied. ‘‘There is but one place where be would be likely to be found. ount your horse, Alfonso, and ride out to Death Guich—you know the place I mean, where the solitary tree stands at the edge—and bring me word of what you find there.” It was re a ride from the ranck to the Gulch, and it was late in the day when the Mexican returned. His story could be read in his face even more plainly than when he met his master in the morning. . He had found a man hanging from the out- reaching limb of the solitary tree. That man was Manuel Viucente, and on his breast was a pa Hoa inscribed ‘* Number Three.” he fatal words struck terror to the heart of Pedro Rosalba, and his countenance assumed an expression of utter despair. The news was what he had expected; but it told too plainly of the fate that was gradually but surely overtaking him. The vengeance had seized Number Three; how soon would it strike Number Four? Senora Rosalba stormed against fate and her foes until she was tired, and then turned her batteries upon her husband, accusing him of being a fool and a coward, who had ruined himself and her, and who was too faint- hearted to make an effort to avert the final disaster. For once he declined to take part in a scold- ing match. The only answer she got was this: ‘**' Who will be Number Four?” “It ought to be you, you wretched imbecile!” she replied. ‘* No,” said Rosalba. *‘ That shall never be. I will go to the Gulch now, and will cut down that tree, and then I shall be sure that no man will ever hang from it again!” CHAPTER XXXII, 4 DEATH GULCH AGAIN. WHEN her husband had gone, Senora Rosalba remained seated as he had left her, her head bowed upon ber breast, and her arms lying idly in her lap, séeming to have fallen into a stupor. She had passed half an hour or more in this condition, when she suddenly started up, arous- ed by the noise of new arrivals at the ranch. The arrivals clearly numbered more than one; but only one person entered theroom. — : was Benito, who bowed to her respect- fully. ‘* Mother,” he said, “‘I have come back.” - “You are no son of mine,” she retorted, glowering at him. “ You are a disobedient, vile abortion. You have been in league with oir enemies acainst your father and me, and I detest you. Get out of my sight!” ‘*T am not the only one who has come back,” calmly continued Benito, ‘* Roseis here. After a long search I have found her at last, and she is well and happy.” ‘*May Satan blast her! She has been the cause of all our trouble, and at last of our ruin. Take ber away and never let me see the face of either of you again!” * There is yet another lost one who has been found. It is Edward Dorlon, whom we believed to be dead. He is now known as Buck Farley.” “Tknowit. Not even Dedth Gulch could kill that Yankee devil, and he bas come back from the grave to worry and torture us. Last night he killed Manuel, and now he means to murder my husband.” . he Bonanza Prince enterec the room, with Rose on bis arm. ‘You are mistaken, madam;\ he said. “I revue you any further. wish to see you and Senor Rosalba comfortably settled, I tm about to marry yorr daughter, and am will- ing to make peace.” = — ‘May iy curse rest upon you both! I want otumg from you. Let the devils who have been driving us do their worst!” “There is another whom I can restore to ou,” said Farley. ‘‘ Your husband, Henry arren, was not killed when he was thrown into Death Gulch. I found him there, and he came out with me. He is known as John Warne, and he is here.” John Warne came in, and stood, smiling, at his daughter’s side. It needed but this to complete the wreck of Lucia Rosalba, She flew into a frenzy, and stormed like a fury, first at one, and then at another of her uninvited guests, but mainly at her busband, whom she cursed for a Yankee devil, and at Benito, whom she taunted with being a bastard. Rose turned pale, and shuddered as she shrunk behind her lover. ‘This fit will **Do not be afraid,” he said. soon ” “You lie!” shrieked Senora Rosalba. “It will not pass: but I will pass, and I defy you to stop me. I leave this house to you, and my curse I leave with it. Iam going to join my husband.” ‘* Where is he?’ asked Farley. ‘He has gone to Number Three, and I am going to Number Four!” She rushed frantically from the house, vault- ed upon Rose’s horse with an agility that could not have been expected from a person of her bulk, and dashed away at full gallop. “She is crazy,” said Farley. ‘‘ We must fol- low her, old friend. Benito, stay here with your sister.” The two men were speedily mounted, and careering through the timber, across the brook, and over hills and down gullies, in pursuit of the flying woman; but her horse easily kept the lead, in spite of the weight he carried, and some supernatural instinct seemed to enable his rider to avoid all the obstacles that delayed her pursuers. At the edge of Death Gulch stood a solitary man with an ax, chopping atthe base of a soli- tary tree. From along branch that hung over the chasm swung the body of a man at the end of a rope, and the tree was nearly ready to fall. The galloping of a horse made the axman pause from his labor and look around, He saw a large woman riding toward him with frantic gestures, urging to the top of his speed the horse that bore her. Again and again his ax sunk into the totter- ing trunk. As she leaped to the ground at his side, and her horse bounded away with a snort of terror, the hangman’s tree quivered, bent, and toppled over into the abyss, the body that swung from the outreaching limb leading ite fall. ‘‘A brave deed, Pedro Rosalba,” exclaimed the woman. ‘‘ Now you have proved yourself ten times the coward that you area fool. You have sent poor Manuel into the Gulch, and all you have left to do is to follow him.” ‘What do you mean, Lucetta?’ he asked, his face turning ashy pale in the moonlight. **T mean that “ha were too cowardly to take care of Manuel before you cut down that tree in the vain hope of saving your own life. I mean that you have ruined yourself and me, and have brought both the living and the dead down upon us. They are all at the ranch— Benito, Rose Warren, Edward Dorlon, and that infernal Yankee who was my husband.” **Tmpossible!” exclaimed‘ Rosalba, as he leaned upon his ax to support his trembling limbs. ‘*Fine work you have done, you sneaking coward! [trusted to you to make an end of my enemies, and they all rise up to torture me. But they shall not have the satisfaction of killing you. That is the one joy that is left to me, and I, myself, shall count you Number Four!” So excited were the two that they did not notice the clatter of hoofs on the stony ground as Buck Farley and John Warne galloped to the scene. With a wild cry she rushed at him, and threw him over into the chasm. ** And I will be Number Five!” she shrieked, as she raised her arms above her head. Before she could take the fatal plunge she intended, Buck Farley and John Warne had seized her and drawn ber back from the abyss. lt required the exertion of all their strength to subdue ber, and they wre obliged to tie her hand and foot before they could carry ber back to the ranch. She is now a hopeless lunatic, and an inmate of an insane asylum, where she never speaks of herself but as “‘ Number Five.” ) The Bonenza Prince retained the name under which he had gained his fortune, and con- tinued to prosper, his prosperity being aided and shared by his charming wife, formerly Rose Warren, Jobn Warne retired from active business, and his place in the.firm was taken by Benito Rosalba, who was devoted to his step-sister and her husband. Parmenas Pratt continued to act as manager, and soon became part owner of the Little Ruby mine, which ‘‘ panned out” to meet the expec- tations of all concerned. . THE END. Buck Farley, the Bonanza Prince. Beadle’s Dime Library. 100 THe FrenNcH Spy. 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