him returned to the Case yard where Jeb was already
coming toward the gate, having noted the interest which his son
was arousing among the occupants of the car. Willie pulled at the
detective's sleeve. "Don't tell Paw about the reward," he begged; "he'll
keep it all hisself."
Burton reassured the boy with a smile and a nod, and then as he neared
Jeb he asked him if a young man had been at his place that morning
asking for food.
"Sure," replied Jeb; "but he didn't 'mount to nothin'. One o' these here
summer camper pests. He paid fer all he got. Had a roll o' bills 's big
as ye fist. Little feller he were, not much older 'n' Willie."
"Did you know that he told your son that he was The Oskaloosa Kid and
that he had robbed a house and killed a man last night?"
"Huh?" exclaimed Jeb. Then he turned and cast one awful look at
Willie--a look large with menace.
"Honest, Paw," pleaded the boy. "I was a-scairt to tell you, 'cause he
said he'd kill me ef I told."
Jeb scratched his head. "Yew know what you'll get ef you're lyin' to
me," he threatened.
"I believe he's telling the truth," said detective Burton. "Where is the
man now?" he asked Willie.
"Down to the Squibbs' place," and Willie jerked a dirty thumb toward the
"Not now," said Burton; "we just came from there; but there has been
someone there this morning, for there is still a fire in the kitchen
range. Does anyone live there?"
"I should say not," said Willie emphatically; "the place is haunted."
"Thet's right," interjected Jeb. "Thet's what they do say, an' this here
Oskaloosie Kid said they heered things las' night an' seed a dead man on
the floor, didn't he M'randy?" M'randy nodded her head.
"But I don't take no stock in what Willie's ben tellin' ye," she
continued, "'n' ef his paw don't lick him I will. I told him tell I'm
good an' tired o' talkin' thet one liar 'round a place wuz all I could
stand," and she cast a meaning glance at her husband.
"Honest, Maw, I ain't a-lyin'," insisted Willie. "Wot do you suppose
he give me this fer, if it wasn't to keep me from talkin'," and the boy
drew a crumpled one dollar bill from his pocket. It was worth the dollar
to escape a thrashing.
"He give you thet?" asked his mother. Willie nodded assent.
"'N' thet ain't all he had neither," he said. "Beside all them bills he
showed me a whole pocket full o' jewlry,
The 'Count de Cadenet' is a fellow named Theriere, second mate of this ship.Page 39
Once below Theriere found himself covered by his own revolver in the hands of a very desperate and a very unprincipled man.Page 50
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Again she turned to the window, where, with the short sword, she commenced her labor of enlarging it to permit the passage of her body.Page 85
"Somepin doin', eh?" said the mucker.Page 103
" Again they took up their seemingly hopeless march--an aimless wandering in search of they knew not what.Page 115
Mallory were taken three days ago.Page 143
He had read enough.Page 178
Instantly Byrne wheeled and fired a single shot into the arc lamp, the shattered carbon rattled to the table with fragments of the globe, and Byrne stepped quickly to one side.Page 186
"Good!" cried Pesita.Page 190
For an hour they rode along the trail, Billy and Bridge conversing upon various subjects, none of which touched upon the one uppermost in the mind of each.Page 211
He fooled me, the scoundrel; but I will tell you--he rode south.Page 215
He was foaled on this range, and he's never been ridden anywhere else, has he?" "He was foaled right here on this ranch," Grayson corrected him, "and he ain't never been more'n a hundred mile.Page 223
" "So had I," said the girl.Page 232
Billy was busily engaged in peering through the little window into the interior of the old Indian's hovel.Page 241
She must find another way! But was there another way? And "Tomorrow they will shoot him!" She shuddered, bit her lower lip in an effort to command her courage, and then, wheeling, plunged into the thicket.Page 248
"Put 'em up!" admonished Billy, "and listen to me.Page 249
"Is Miss Harding here?" demanded Billy.Page 255
"You do now, though," replied Bridge, and as the Mexican's eyes returned in the direction of his companion he was forced to admit that he did see something--the dismal, hollow eye of a six-shooter looking him straight in the face.Page 256
I ain't never been up here so I ain't familiar with the country.