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ADeal in Wild Lands OB, THE W>t for the Musselshell MiHions. BY LEON LEWIS. CHAPTER Xll.—(Continued.) The driver mounted his box again, and pulled away into a darkness and solitude that was almost phenomenal, oooq leaving the river far behind him. A quarter of an hour later, in a deep, narrow ravine, the travelers suddenly encountered a tree which had been felled across the road in such away as to prevent their passage. “What does this mean?” asked Perry, noting the nature of the obstructive. “It means that the stage was held up here a day or two ago,” replied the driver, “and that no one has cared to take the trouble of cutting away that tree. We Shall have to go around it ” “Push on, then. ” It was easier said than done, the carriage having to back a score of yards before it could get out of the ravine, but at length, after a great deal of swearing and flourishing of his lantern, the driver got clear of the difficulty, and drew out into a curve almost at right angles with his previous one. At the end of another quarter of an hour the travelers found themselves in the midst of a group of armed men who' had taken possession of an open space in the center of a dense forest, and had kindled a huge fire, around which they -were gathered. “Why do you stop here, driver?” asked Perry, as the carriage came to a halt. “Because we are not going any farther in this direction.” was the answer. “Your name is Perry Wynans, is it not?” “What has that to do with our journey?" asked Perry, after a moment’s hesitation. “A great deal, sir. Are you not Mr. Wynans?” “I am, if the matter concerns you, ” answered Perry in a tone of annoyance. “I was sure I could not be mistaken,” declared the driver. “You came West on the same train with Jerry Skidder and his brother. ” This remark, under the circumstances, was in the highest degree suggestive. “What has all this to do with our journey to Musselshell?” asked Perry, looking out anxiously upon the evil-looking faces by which the carrriage was now surrounded. j “A great deal, Mr. the driver. “Let me come to the point. You are Perry Wynans, and this young lady is Elfie Tower, the cousin of Daisy Skidder. You think you are on your way to the mines you bought some years ago of Hiram Skidder and Charles Tower. ” “W’ell 9 ” queried Perry, impatiently. “Well,” avowed the driver, pushing back his hat from his forehead and unbuttoning his coat, “you are not on your way to Musselshell but you have fallen into the hands of a man who has the best of reasons for holding fast to you. Permit me to introduce myself, as you have doubtless heard of me. My name is Sam Gaddler, at yojur service. ” The villain inclined himself with mock politeness, appearing to enjoy the suppressed scream of terror which came from Mrs. Rankle, the breathless stare of Elfie, and the violent start of Perry. “In a word,"Mr. Wynans,” added the jubilant plotter, “I have been informed by telegraph of your proposed advent into our midst, and have taken my measures accordingly. You and Miss Tower, with the old woman, are now my prisoners. ” “What are your intentions?” demanded Perry after a brief but painful silence. “My intentions are to take you to a secure place I have in readiness,” answered Gaddler, “and these men will bear us company, taking care that you do not make your escape. This is all I need to say at present. We shall go into camp for rest and sleep in the morning, and I may then give you further information.” Turning to his men he added: “Fall in, boys. We’ll get under way.” No time was lost in complying with this order, and in another minute the carriage had resumed progress, with a new driven on the box and half a dozen armed ruffians on horseback around it. We need not say what were the feelings of the travelers. They realized that they were in a terrible situation. CHAPTER XIII. “MR. MORROW.” Along a rude trail in Fergus County walked a man of striking aspect, who was leading a horse by the bridle. Any practiced eye could have fathomed the situation by a single glance at man or beast. They had come a long distance and were weary. The man with his cramped quarters in the saddle and the horse with his burden. The traveler was generously allowing his jaded steed to recuperate his forces, while he himself gave a necessary extension to his muscles. The watchful glances of the pedestrian would have even suggested that he was conscious of being in a dangerous situa tion, or that he had recently made his escape from some deadly peril. As much was suggested, too, by the stout hunting-knife and revolver in the traveler’s belt, and by the rifle slung across his shoulder. The reader will doubtless divine his identity. He was Charley Baker, the young mining expert, who had been so closely pressed by Sam Gaddler and his minions. His garb was more or less torn and also stained with blood in several places, and his limbs and features exhibited a number of cuts and bruises which attested how narrow had been his escape. “The day is getting used up,” he ejaculated, with a glance at the declining sun, “and I see no sign of a house. Evidently, old fellow,” he added, turning to his horse for want of a, better comrade, “we shall have to pass another night under a tree. ” He looked around as keenly as thoughtfully, continuing to trudge ohward. “And Colonel Whipsaw,” he added; “where can he be?” Did those rascals kill him?” The gloom on his face deepened, and attention to his surroundings became still more anxious and earnest But suddenly he started and halted. Despite the loneliness of the scene he was traversing, he had caught a glimpse of a dwelling. It stood on a bold, bare foothill, which towered several hundred feet above the level of the plain. It was big enough for a castle, and looked like one, yet it stood three miles from the trail, in a singularly isolated situation, and one that was practically inaccessible to travelers. To reach it on horseback or with a wagon it was necessary to make a long ascent of one of the sloping sides of the foot-hill to the rear of it The traveler was not only surprised at -what he saw but puzzled. •What can it be?" he asked himself, *

The abode of some robber? The retreat of some hermit? The headquarters of some new military post or Indian reservation? “There’s only one way of arriving at the truth, old fellow,” he said, again addressing his horse, “and we’ll take it" Gaining his saddle, he rode toward the mysterious edifice. As he neared the foot-hill he saw that long flights of steps had been built between its base and summit, and realized thata direct approach was quite in order. His resolve was soon taken. He would ride slowly to the foot of the declivity, keeping a good lookout If everything seemed right he could hitch his horse at the base of the hill and take his way up the incline to the mysterious dwelling. If he saw anything to arouse his apprehensions, he could beat a retreat He had nearly reached the foot-hill in execution of this design, when he. noticed a shed long enough to belong to a cavalry barracks, and several bits of shaded wall and earth—works-sugges-tive of masked batteries. The underpinning of the house was very high and contained a great number of small windows, bearing a strange resemblance to loopholes. In a word, the nearer the traveler Came to the edifice the more suspicious did it appear to him. At length he drew rein. Should he advance or retreat? Ere he had decided the question a woman appeared at one of the front windows and beckoned him to come nearer. The next instant she emerged from the house, ■ taking her way briskly toward the brow of the foot-hill, from which she again signaled him to resume progress. If she had been young and pretty he might have refused, for fear of some plot; but she was old enough to be his mother and as plain as a pickstaff.' Then, too, she was visibly in trouble, her every look and gesture displaying anxiety and excitement. Besides, what was to be feared from a lone woman? Nodding assent to her appeals, he hastened to ride nearer the long succession of terraces she was in the act of descending. “I trust you will pardon me, sir, ” she said, as she came to a halt at the foot of the last flight of steps just as the horseman reached them. “I see you are a stranger in these parts and hope you will befriend me. ” A quick, searching glance told the traveler that he had nothing to fear from being civil. “I am perfectly at your service, madam, ” he assured her. “You were not coming here to see Mr. Morrow 9” she continued. “Certainly not,” was the reply. "Until this moment I was not aware of his existence, or even of the existence of this dwelling. New, is it not?” “Just finished, sir.” “And the owner is Mr. Morrow?” The woman assented. “I’ve never heard of him before, ” said the traveler, “and my presence here has nothing to do with him. My name is Charley Baker. lam a mining expert, and have been sent to the Musselshell by the owner of the famous gold mine, Perry Wynans ” The woman interrupted him with a violent'Start “I’ve heard of you,” she said, lowering her voice instinctively. -“Didn’t you have a terrible fight yesterday with Sam Gaddler?" “I did!” “The fellow who is superintendent for old Jerry Skidder, and who is in love with his daughter, Daisy?” “The very same. ” “And you were nearly killled?” “I can’t deny it. ” “And would have been done up altogether if Colonel Harvey Whipsaw, of Rattlesnake Ranch, had not come to your rescue?” “You are quite right, madam. • “Good! Now let me give you a little information in return for your confidences. Mr. Morrow is no Morrow at all, but is simply Sam Gaddler. He has built this palate with the money he has stolen from old Skidder, and has also secured about ten' thousand acres of land around us. Charley Baker uttered his delight. He was never more pleased. The information thus reaching him seemed a direct play into his hands. Perhaps he could yet get square with his enemy. “And where is Gaddler now?” he asked. “He has gone to intercept Perry Wynans and a young girl who is traveling with him—a Miss Elfie Tower, who is to marry Wynans, and who is joint owner with him of the Musselshell mines. They were due at Custer about one o’clock this morning. ” “To intercept them, did you say?” “Yes, sir,” assured the women. “Old Jerry Skidder and his daughter were on the same train with Wynans, and they telegraphed to Gaddler from time to time all the facts of the situation.” Charley Baker looked startled. “And you think Gaddler will get hold of Mr. Wynans?” he asked. “Oh, the thing was accomplished within a few minutes after the arrival of the train at Custer. ” The hearer seemed lost in horror. “All Gaddler had to do,” pursued the woman, “was to disguise himself and appear at the station as a hack-driver, offering his services to the young couple, which were accepted. The moment they, were seated in his carriage he drove them to a secret and solitary place, where he had a number of men in wating, and the rest was easy.” “So that they are how prisoners?” “Exactly.” “But how do you know this?" “Mr. Gaddler sent one of his men ahead to tell me, so that I would have everything in readiness. I am Mr. Gaddler’s housekeeper. My name is Mrs. Cotter.” “Ah; then he is coming here with his prisoners?” queried Baker. Mrs. Cotter nodded. “And what time will he arrive?" “About 6 o’clock. ” Baker looked at his watch with an air of suppressed jubilance, “It is half-past 5 now,” he said, “so that your employer will soon be here. You are not alone, I suppose?" “No, sir. There are eight or ten men at the stable; the most of them asleep, but two or three are playing cards." “But you are not the only woman on the premises?” “For the present, yes, although there was a cook until this morning and a couple of chambermaids until yesterday.” “Why did they leave?" “Oh, the loneliness of the place, and the wild ways of Gaddler and his men!” Baker was more than interested. He was positively fascinated with the idea which had occurred to him of placing himself between Gaddler and his intended victims. “And I should have gone with the girls, too, if they had been frank enough to give me the chance,” added Mrs. Cotter. “As it is, I beckoned you here, sir, to ask you to take me away with you, I being afraid to travel alone through all the wild country between here and the nearest settlement ” “That’s all right” returned Baker, his delight deepening. “Depend upon me!” CHAPTER XIV. TROUBIJI BRBWINO TOB OADDLKR. It did not take Charley Baker three seconds to decide upon his course. "<• ■ • i'?-'-■■ Y' -i-

*You will realize, Mrs. Cotter, after what yon have told me,” he hastened to add, “that I cannot leave this place until Mr. Wynans and his betrothed have been freed from the hands of their enemy.* “Oh, certainly.* “Then, too, I have a little account of my own to settle," pursued Baker. “After onr terrible fight of .yesterday, Colonel Whipsaw and I were pursued a score of miles by Sam Gaddler and his ruffians, and barely escaped with our lives. We were hunted so closely, in fact, that we got separated, and I have been looking several hours in vain hereabouts for the Colonel, it having been understood that he would make his way in this direction if he should succeed in throwing off his pursuers." “Perhaps he’s killed, sir. • “It’s only too likely, * admitted Baker, “as they were close at his heels when I last saw him, but I will hope for the best Can’t you introduce me into this house without my being seen?” “Certainly,” answered the woman, after a sharp loqk around. “And what shall we do with the horse?” “I’ll take him to the stable and give some explanation of his presence. I can say that he has thrown his rider, or otherwise made his escape, or I can pretend to have picked him up on the prairie without knowing anything about him. Leave all that to me. ” “Thank you, madam. And now contrive to smuggle me into the house." “This way, then. ” There was no difficulty in the matter, as the event proved, and Baker soon found himself in possession of one of the front rooms of the dwelling, with an excellent supper before him. He had barely made amends to his stomach for its privations during the day, when his kind entertainer came hurrying back to him. She was in a flutter of excitement “Quick, Mr. Baker!" she cried. “You must go into hiding! Mr. Gaddler and his prisoners are coming!" She waved her hand toward one of the windows, offering him a pocket glass, and Baker hastened to look out “Sure enough!” he muttered, his gaze resting upon a considerable body of horsemen that were approaching, less than a mile distant. “I can make them out! There's barely time for me to beat a retreat to the room you have placed at my disposal. If I should have urgent need of your advice or assistance, for myself or my friends, I will hunt you up later. ” “It is all understood, sir,” said Mrs. Cotter, with a sigh of relief. “Permit me to make a last request, however. At whatever moment you may leave the house, or in whatever way, I beg you to remember that I wish to depart with you.” “I won’t forget you, ” assured Baker, with kindly respect “You will of course keep an eye on the prisoners, helping them in any way you can, but you need say nothing about my presence.” Nodding understandingly, Mrs. Cotter hurried away in the direction from which she had come, while Baker proceeded to the quarters she had assigned him. and which were naturally—at his suggestion—the very rooms which had been put in order for the expected arrivals. As he had duly foreseen, he found himself in the first of a handsome suite of apartments. “Here,” he said to himself, after a glance at the handsome furniture, including a bed in one corner, “will be lodged Mr. Wynans.” He crossed the apartment to an open door which seemed to invite attention, and looked into a large and airy room beyond, which was furnished with tasteful elegance. “And this," he concluded after a keen but rapid survey, “will be given to the ladies—for I see there are two of them." He referred, of course, to Elfie Tower and Mrs. Rankle. After carefully noting his surroundings, he took an extended stroll through the palatial mansion, occasionally taking a glance at the newcomers from a window. Returning in due course to the suite assigned him he waited with what patience he could for the developments of the drama in which he was figuring. His patience had become well-nigh exhausted, and he was even beginning to to fear that something had gone wrong when footsteps and voices resounded on the principal staircase, and Sam Gaddler threw open the door leading into the suite and entered, followed by his prisoners. He was covered with dust and travelstained, as well as greatly fatigued, but in what a merry and jubilant mood he was! His entire visage was a picture of sinister jubilance. “Well, well, Mr. Wynans,” he was saying, “I consent to your remaining near the ladies, but you must comprehend that none of you are to leave these rooms without permission. To do so will be to run the risk of being shot by a couple of my men, who have already been posted on the landing. You understand the matter?” “Perfectly, ” was Perry’s quiet answer. “As to the ladies," pursued Gaddler, “they cannot fail to be pleased with the adjacent apartment. It is one I have had fitted up in the latest style for Miss Daisy Skidder, who is about to become my wife, and it is needless to say that I have not counted the dollars expended upon it. ” He threw wide open the door of the room in which Charley Baker had so lately taken refuge, and even glanced within it, to assure himself that his housekeeper had duly executed his orders. How promptly Elfie and Mrs. Rankle took a look at the apartment assigned them, need not be stated. “It seems to be an outer room," was the first remark of Elfie, as she turned away from the entrance. “It is an outer room,” affirmed Gaddler, “but that fact won’t help you. The sashes are manufactured from the best of steel,*and a man with a rifle and bulldogs will be on guard day and night under these windows until L have no further occasion to treat you as prisoners. ” “That’ll be a long time, I’m afraid," said Elfie, with scornful defiance. “You still persist in your purpose?” “Naturally,” was the ruffian's answer. “As I have said, I shall keep you here until you and Mr. Wynans have deeded to me the mines of which I am in possession. " “You’ll keep us here a long time, then, declared Elfie. “For the present, have you any objections to ridding us of your company?” Gaddler gnawed his lips savagely, but did not make any answer. Instead he turned to Perry, with the remark: “It only remains for me to add, Mr. Wynans, that your meals will be served here for the present. As you and the ladies will probably suspect all foods and liquids of being drugged, I beg to mention that your jailers will have orders to taste them to any extent, and I have no doubt they will quickly stow away every drop and mouthful you may see fit to consign to them. I will look in upon you from time to time, at my convenience. For the present, good-by. ” He stalked away tn wrathful and gloomy sullenness, after closing and locking the door behind him. CHAPTER XV. IN A TICKLISH SITUATION. ' The first proceeding of Elfie, after the withdrawal of Gaddler, was to advance C > a , -’:7

With the keen, thoughtful instincts of her sex, she comprehended only too well the agonies he was enduring at that moment—his burning self-reproaches, his regrets, his apprehensions. “It will be all right, darling,” she assured him, with a tenderness which attested how closely their loves had become knit during their long journey to Montana. “We shall be rescued by some heaven-sent deliverer or make our escape. Do not doubt it ’ Perry groaned, caressing her. “It is not your fault, darling, that we are prisoners,* insisted Elfie, her sweet face glowing with love and affection. “Do not fret at our situation.* “We ought to be thankful that things are no worse," said Mrs. Rankle. “That Gaddler is capable of burying us all alive in separate holes. It’s something that we are together, and that there are three of us with stout hands ” “Four!” suggested a mysterious voice from the apartment which had been assigned to the ladies. The hearers all started, each impressed differently from the others. Mrs. Rankle was ready to accept the idea of something supernatural; “Did you hear that, str?" she asked, nervously. “Just as I was saying there are three of us, I distinctly heard the word ” “Four!” came again from the adjoining apartment “Is some one there?” asked Perry, after a moment of bewilderment “I certainly heard the word four," affirmed Elfie Tower, sinking into a chair.« “It’s only some of Gaddler’s people who are trifling with us,” suggested Mrs. Rankle. “Or it may be a parrot ” If the occasion had not been so serious this suggestion would have probably produced an explosion of laughter. It was certainly hard upon Charley Baker, as much as he strove to disguise bis voice, to have it compared to a parrot’s. “And the fourth will now put in an appearance,” added Baker. “Only—no noise! No excitement! Remember that all our lives are at stake. ” In the strange and wondering hush that succeeded. Baker made his appearance in the doorway, calm and smiling, with his finger on his lips. “Cnarley Baker!” exclaimed Perry, rushing toward him and seizing his hand. “What a pleasure! and, especially, what a surprise!” Baker, murmured an Incoherent response, but did not fail to give the hand of his friend and employer a hearty shake. • “And this young lady is the one I announced to you by telegraph, Charley —Miss Tower, who is to be my wife,” pursued tbe young millionaire proudly, facing about and advancing to his betrothed. “As a near friend of mine, darling,” he added, “Charley knows who and what you are, and will be proud and happy to make your personal acquaintance.” A few pleasant words were exchanged. Mrs. Rankle coming in for her share of attention, and then Elfie exclaimed softly: “You are not a prisoner, Mr. Baker?” “Not in the sense that you are, ‘Miss Tower," replied the mining expert. “I mean by this that Gaddler is not aware of my presence. ” \ “Bravo!" commented Perry. “Excuse me if I stare at you, Charley. It seems a sort of return from the dead. Gaddler has been telling us that he killed both you and Colonel Whipsaw yesterday!" “It’s not that villain’s fault that I am alive,” returned Baker. “He certainly did all he could to make true his declaration!” “Tell me all, ” rejoined Perry, waving his friend to a chair and sitting down, while Elfie and Mrs. Rankle proceeded to explore their new quarters. “The villain got trace of your presence at the Musselshell?" “He did—the very day of my arrival, ” replied Baker. “He also followed me to Colonel Whipsaw’s, and seemed to divine at sight the business which had brought me here. ” “And then tried to kill you?" “As you shall see. ” It was a very stirring narration that succeeded, but we need not linger upon its details,* they being covered by the facts which have already been given. “And you, sir?” asked Baker, when he had concluded his revelations. In response to this suggestion, Perry hastened to relate the experiences he and Elfie had had with the Skidders before leaving Chicago, and to narrate how Gaddler had captured them on their arrival at Custer. [to bb continued.] Revealed in a Dream. One of the bloodiest battles fought on Georgia soil during the late war was that of Resaca. Among the many youths who took arms in defense of Southern independence was the 18-year-old son of Jethro Jackson, of Griffin, Ga., and the brave boy met his death at the battle of Resaca. He was dearly beloved by his comrades, and they gave him a little better burial than usually falls to the lot of those who die upon the field of battle. With rough boards taken from a bridge near by they made him a rude coffin, and tenderly and lovingly placed him under the sod. It was some time in the spring of 1866 that Jethro Jackson went to look for the grave of his son. He wished to find the remains, and to take them to Griffin and inter them in the family burying-ground. The comrades who laid young Jackson to rest gave the father a description of the spot where they had buried him, telling him about the rude pine coffin made from the boards taken from the bridge. After many days of tireless search Mr. Jackson failed to locate his son’s grave, and returned to his home. A few nightp after his return he dreamed that his son came to him and pointed out the spot where he was buried. The dream was like a vision. He saw his son standing beside his bed and heard him say: “Father, I am buried under a mound which was thrown up by the Yankees after I was killed. You will know the mound when you see it by the pokeberry bushes growing upon it. Go and take me up and carry me home to mother.” So strong an impression did this dream make upon Mr. Jackson that he returned at once to Resaca, taking with him one of the comrades who had buried his son. The mound was found just as described in the dream, and the pokeberries were growing upon it. An excavation was made, and a few feet below the earth the rough pine coffin was found, and in it were the remains of young Jackson. Shot in a Vital Spot. Gibbs—So the man was killed at the hotel, was he? Squibbs—Yes; shot right in the rotunda. Gibbs—Great Scott I No wonder it killed him. That's a terrible place to hit a man. Cyclones are becoming so plenty out West that almost every poor family can afford to have one.

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