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ty ‘> et “? es . 5 ‘ none other than the deserter courier that had kidnapped Janette. ‘But he is yet a long way behind us,” said a third, while the fourth remarked: “Pards, I think we are showing cursed cowardice in running from one man, as we have been doing, ever since we heard he was in the mines hunting us.” ‘‘Cowardice or not, I feel that when we face that man, although he is but one, and we are four, we die. ‘‘T tell you, boys, I am superstitious, and I believe in dreams, and I have dreampt that I died by his hand. ‘‘] wronged him deeply, as you know, and as you did, too, who aided me, and look at the result. ‘* He has tracked us like a bloodhound, he drove us from the prairies to the mines, he scented us out there, and he has given us no rest. ‘‘We believed we were safe back in that settlement, and yet you, Kendrick, saw him ride in there two nights ago, and I know he took our trail at daylight, and has been gain- ing on us ever since. ‘‘TIf I reach the railway I shall go East, for he'll never dream I have gone there,” and the masked man spoke with the deepest feeling. So on they rode, mile after mile, their horses staggering with fatigue, until at last the Red Angel chief said: ‘‘Pards, we must halt, or our horses will drop.” ‘All right, cap’n, we can go into camp, but build no fire, and munch our food in dark- ness,” A suitable place was soon found, the horses were watered at a brook near by and staked out, and the men spread their blankets and sat down to eat their cold supper. They were wretched without a doubt, for the man upon their track had unnerved them, and one of the party, he who had before spoken against their running from one man, now said: “Pards, ef yer hasn’t lost yer grip entire, I moves thet yer right heur take ther advise I hes so often give yer.’ ‘‘ What is that, Dead Knife Jim?” asked Captain Kit, impatiently. “Ter ambush him.” ‘‘No, it might fail, and then it will bring matters to a climax,” > it won't fail, cap’n, ef yer stands by me.’ ‘‘How do you mean, Jim?” “T means thet I will go back on our trail, to a spot I seen back onder, whar I kin knock him over beautiful.’ ‘*Well, well?” eagerly said all. “Waal, I'll go back thar in ther mornin’, jist as soon as it gits toward light, an’ place, myself. ‘* You kin stay here.” “Fes.” ‘‘He hes got ter come by thar, following our trail, and he hes got ter come within three yards o’ me.’ “Well?” ‘* He'll find me thar, ef I dies fer it, as I is tired of this kind o’ skeery biz.” ** And you will kill him?” ‘“Now you jist bet he won’t kill me, Pard Cap’n.” ‘“‘ Well, Dead Knife, to end the suspense, I say do it, and we will ‘wait for you here. ‘If you kill him, I will make you my pard in that Colorado mine.” ‘Done, cap’n; now let us get some sleep, so my narve kin be steady.” ‘But if you should not kill him, Jim?” “Waal, thet w ili be bad.” “Kinder 80, said one. ‘* Por us, a another. ‘‘Tt will be our death; but the suspense must end, so do as you think best, Jim,” said the captain of the Red Angels. Then they laid down to sleep, and the hours of darkness wore on; but before dawn Dead Knife Jim was stirring, and his anxious comrades got up too. ‘Tm off, pards.” ** Luck, Jim!” ‘* Yas, get ther drop.” ‘Kill him! make no mistake!” savagely said the chief. ace Dead Knife Jim rode back on the trail. He had gone about half a mile when he came to a halt and dismounted. CE OO >) a *e 4 - at Letting his horse feed, he quietly sat down on arock and began to pick his teeth with his bowie-knife. “Thar he comes! soon ther agony are over,’ he said, coolly, as a horseman appeared in sight. That horseman was Frank Powell, stern- faced, sad-faced, haggard and determined. Seeing Dead Knife he rode up to him, neither showing hostile intent. ‘Well, Jim?” ‘*They is half a mile up thar, waiting for me, as I tole ’em I was coming back to kill | rou.’ ue Jim, you have been my friend. “Tf [ die, my horse, arms, and money about me I leave to you, and you must tell my brothers how | died. W hite Beaver, the Exile of the Platte. aN i 29 BEADLE AND ADAMS’ | STANDARD DIME PUBLICATIONS Speakers. Each volume contains 100 large pages, printed from clear, open type, comprising the best collect _ tion of Dialogues, Dramas and Recitations. ‘* You have aided me all this long time in | tracking those devils, and now the end must come,” So saying Frank Powell rode on, while Dead Knife Jim mounted his horse and fol- lowed, remarking: Tl] be thar at ther cirkis, I guesses.” Angels were waiting, Frank Powell settled himself in his saddle, drew a revolver, and with a wild yell that went echoing through the hills, spurred forward. That terrible war- cry gave the Red Angels | warning, as he intended it should, and they — sprung to their feet in wild alarm, drawing | their revolvers, and trying to find cover. But the avenger was upon them,and though | to bear a charmed life. | Approaching the spot where the = their bullets rattled around him, he seemed | Once he fired, and Kendrick fell dead. Twice he fired, and a second man died in | his tracks. | A third time he fired, and the Red Angel | chief staggered backw ard, Ere he could fall Frank Powell had thrown himself from his horse and grasped him with one hand, while with the other he tore the red-wing mask from his face, hissing forth as he did so: ‘* Now tell me, Paul Murdock, where is my wife ?” ‘*Dead to you forever,” came the gasping words, and Powell threw the body from him, for the spirit of the man who had so wronged him had fled. CONCLUSION. YEARS have gone by since that desperate duel to the death, in the wilds of Colorado, kind reader, when Frank Powell tracked to the bitter end those who had blighted his life, and righted the wrong they had done of my story is now no longer raided by the savage Sioux, nor do the Red Angels of the Overland demand toll there as of yore, for smiling farms dot the plains, and the old fort has gone to ruin almost, as there is no need there for brave boys in blue to protect the settlers. Many of those who have figured in my story have passed away, and the gallant offi- | cers who loved Janette hold high rank now, and some of them have married and forgotten their first love. As for poor Janette, from the night on which she was stolen from him, Frank Pow- ellnever saw her again, and over her life the man who loved her has let the curtain of compassion fall, for he knows that she had > proved false to him and true to Paul Mur- dock who had won her heart as a girl. 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