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Mystery of the search for the robbers only four shots fired by the robbers, and yet six empty shells are found. Cullen and party go on to the Grand canyon. Gordon remains to assist the sheriff. V.—Gordon, with the sheriff and posse, follows to Grand canyon, finds the party in camp, tells them he suspects them of complicity In the robbery and searches them and their effects. VI.—To find the letters he decides that he must search Madge. When she finds he Is determined, she yields up the letters. The motive of the robbory Is explained. The letters were proxies for the K. & A. election. t'ullen's company was fighting for control. They took a dosperate chance to get the proxlos. Gordon resolves to pull the Cullens out of the scrape for Madge's sake. VII.— Our hero In league with the Cullens. Madge Is happy and Lord Ralles discomfited. VIIT. —Gordon refuses to deliver the letters containing the proxies to the persons addressed a mandamus and an appeal to Washington. IX.—A little love-making. X. and XI.—Aid from the army comes a little late, the sheriff arriving

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I made no objection to the sheriff serving the paper, though it nearly broke my hei-rt to see Madge's face. To cheer her I said suggestively: "They've got me, but they haven't got the letters, Miss Cullen. And, remember, it's always darkest, before the dawn, and the stars in their courses are against Ctesar."

With the sheriff and Mr. Camp I then walked over to the saloon, where Judge Wilson was waiting to dispose of my case. Mr. Cullen and Albert tried to come, too, but all outsiders were excluded by order of the "court." I was told to show cause why I should not forthwith produce the letters, and answered that I asked tui adjournment of the case so that I might bo heard by counsel. It was denied, as was to have ln*\n expected. Indeed, why they took the trouble to go through the forms was beyond me. I told Wilson I should not produce the letters, and ho asked if I knew what that meant, I couldn't help laughing and retorting: "It very appropriately means 'contempt of the court,' your honor. "I'll give you a stiff term, young num." he said. "It will take just one diyy to haw habeas corpus proceedings in a United St.ites court and one more to get the p.-.pers here," I rejoined pleasantly.

Swing that I understood the moves too well to be bluffed, the judge. Mr. Camp and the lawyer held a whispered consultation. My surprise can imagined when, at its conclusion, Mr. Camp said: "Your honor. I charge Richard Qor- I don with being concerned in the holding tip of the Missouri Western overland, No. 8, on the night of Oct, 14 and ask tli.it he be taken into custody on that ch:»rge."

I couldn't make out this new move and puzaled over it, while Judge Wilson ordered my commitment. But the next step revealed the object, for the lawyer th» asked for a search warrant to look f: stolen property. The judge was it j-tally obliging and began to fill one in on the instant.

This made me feel pretty serious, for th. letters were in my breast pocket, ai:d I swore at my own stupidity in not .ving put them in the station safe wiien I had tirst arrived at Ash Forks, There weren't many moments in which lo think while the judge scribbled away at the warrant, but in what time there was I did lot of head work, without* however, finding more than one way out of the snarl, and when I saw the judge finish off his signature with a flourish I pi vjred a pretty desperate card. "Yon're just too late, gentlemen." I said, pointing oat the side window of the sale* in. "There comes the cavalry."

The thr*v conspirators jumped to their feet and boltod for the window. Even the sheriff turned to look. As he did so I gave him a shove toward the three, which sent them all sprawling on the floor in a pretty badly mixed up condition. I made a dash for the docs', and

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Dick Gordon. Yale graduate, goes in for hard work. From the Chicago & Alton railroad repair shops he Is gradually promoted and finally works up to the position of superintendent of a western railroad—the Kansas St Arizona. The story opens with an account of a trip by rail of Mr. Cullen, a railroad vice president, over the lines of the K. & A. Gordon is asked to meet Cullen and party and pilot them throurh. In the party are Madge Cullen. with whom Gordon falls In love: Lord Ralles. an Englishman, in love with Madge, and Captain Ackland, brother of Lord Ralles. Talk turns on train roMjers. Madge would like an adventure with hold ups. Ho would Ralles and Ackland. While horseback riding near Santa Fe, Gordon points out amonii convicts working on a railroad grade Jack Drute, a train robber under a fourteen year sentence. Madge speaks to the convict, who answers gruffly. CHAPTER II.—The party Is Joined by Madge's Invalid brother. On a special train all goon westward. While Mr. Cullen. his elder son and the two Englishmen play poker and Gordon and Madge enjoy the moonlight on the rear car the train Is hold up by bandits. III.— The robbers are fired at and frightened away, taking with them but three registered letters from the mall coach. Gordon telegraphs for help and starts the company's sleuths. He overhears Lord Ralles talking rudely to Madge and knocks him down. I. v.

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CHAPTER XI.

THK LFRITKHS CIIANGK HANDS AGAIN. What seemed at the moment an incomprehensible puzzle had, as we afterward learned, a very simple explanation. One of the G. 8. directors, Mr. Baldwin, who had come in on Mr. Camp's car, was the owner of a great cattle ranch near Rock Butte. When the train had been held at that station for a few mi nates, Camp went to the conductor, demanded the cause for the delay and WAS shown my telegram. Seeing through the dovicc, the party had at once gone to this ranch, where the owner, Baldwin, mounted them, nnd it was their dust cloud wo had seen us they rode up» to Ash Forks. To make matters more serious, Baldwin had rounded up Ms cowboys and brought them along vrith him in order to make any resistance impossible.

as I went through it I grabbed the key and locked them in. As I turned to do so I saw fhe lot struggling up from the floor, and, knowing that it wouldn take them many seconds to find their way out through the window, I didn't waste much time in watching them.

Camp, Baldwin and the judge had left their horses just outside the saloon, and there they were still patiently stand ing, with their bridles thrown over their heads, as only western horses will stand. It didn't taice me long to have those bridles back in place, and as I tossed each over the peak of the Mexican saddle I gave two of the ponies slaps which started them off at a lope across the railroad tracks. I swung myself into the saddle of the third and flicked him with the loose ends of the bridle in a way which made him understand that I meant business.

Baldwin's cowboys had most of them scattered to the various saloons of the place, but fwo of them were standing in the doorway of a store. I acted so quickly, however, that they didn't seem to take in what I was about till I was well mounted. Then I heard a yell, and, fearing that they might shoot—for the cowboy does love to use his gun—I turned sharp at the saloon corner and rode up the side street, just in time to see Camp climbing through the window, with Baldwin's head in view behind him.

Before I had ridden 100 feet I realized that I had a done up horse under me, and, considering that he had covered over 40 miles that afternoon in pretty quick time, it was not surprising that there wasn't very much go left in him I knew that Baldwin's cowboys could get new mounts in plenty without wasting many minutes and that then they would overhaul me in very short order. Clearly there was no use in my attempt ing to escape by running. And, as I wasn't armed, my only hope was to beat them by some finesse.

ARII Forks, like all western railroad towns, is on long line of buildings running parallel with the railway track Tw* hundred feet, therefore, brought me to the edge «f the town, and I wheeled my pony r.nd rode down behind the rear of the buildings. In turning I look ed back and saw half a dozen mounted men already in pursuit, but I lost sight of them the next moment. As soon as reached a street leading back to the rail road I turned again and rode toward it, my one thought being to get back, if possible, to the station and put the letters into the railroad agent's safe.

When I reached the main street, I saw that my hope was futile, for another batch of cowboys were coming in full gallop toward me, very thoroughly heading me off in that direction. To escape them I headed up the street away from the station, with the pack in ckrpursuit They yelled at me to hold up, and I expected every moment to hear the crack of revolvers, for the poorert shot among them would have found no difficulty in dropping my horse at that distance if they had wanted to stop me. It isn't a very nice sensation to keej your ears pricked up in expectation of hearing the shooting begin and to kncrw that any moment may be your last. I don't suppose I was on the ragged edg~ more than 80 seconds, but they were enough to pr~ve to mo that to keep one's back turned to an enemy as one runs away takes a deal more pluck than to stand up an face his gun. Fortunately for me, my pursuers felt so sure of my capture that not one of them drew a bead on me.

The moment I saw that there was no escape I put my hand in my breast pocket and took out the letters, intend-

I turned acrost the railroad track. ing to tear them into 100 pieces. But as I did so I realized that to destroy United States mail not merely entailed criminal liability, but was off color morally. I faltered, balancing the outwitting of Camp against state prison, the doing my best for Madge against the wrong of it. I think I'm as honest a fellow as the average, but I have to confess that I rouldn't decide to do right till I thought that Madge wouldn't want me to be dishonest, even Xor her.

I turned across the railroad track and rat in behind some freight cars that vere standing on a siding. This put me xit of view of my pursuers far a moment, and in that instant I stood up in

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my stirrups, lifted the broad leather flap of the saddle and tucked the letters underneath it, as far in as I could force them. It was a desperate place in which to hide them, but the game was a desperate one at best, and the very boldness of the idea might be its best chanoe of success.

I was now heading "for the station over the ties and was surprised to see Fred Cullen with Lord Ralles on the tracks up ty the special, for my mind had been so busy in the last hour that Ihad forgotten that Fred was due. The moment I saw him I rode toward him, pressing my pony for all he WPS worth. My hope was that I might get time give Fred the tip as to where the letteri were, but before I was within distance Baldwin came ruining out. from behind the station, and, seeing m^ turned, called back and gesticulate^ evidently to summon some cowboys to head me off. Afraid to shout anything which should convey the slightest clew as to the whereabouts of the letters, al the next best thing I pulled a couple of old section reports from my pocket, tending to ride up and run into my for I knew that the papers in my hand' would be taken to be the wanted letters and that if I could only get inside, the car even for a moment the suspicion would be that I had been able to tide, them. Unfortunately the plan was ncr sooner thought of than I heard thS whistle of a lariat, and before I could guard myself the neese settled ovqr inyi• head. I threw the papers toward Fred and Lord Ralles, shouting, "flide them!" Fred was quick as a flash,Sand, grabbing them off the ground, sprang up the steps of my car and ran inside, just escaping a bullet from my pursuers

Just as the fragments of the papers were passed over to Mr. Camp he was joined by Baldwin and the judge, and Camp held the torn pieces up to them, saying: "They've torn the proxies in two." "Don't let that trouble you," said the judge. "Make an affidavit before me, reciting the manner in which they were destroyed, and I'll grant you a mandamus compelling the directors to ac cept them a«? bona fide proxies. Let me see how tnuch injured they are.

Camp unfolded the papers and I chuckled to myself at the look of surprise that overspread his face as he took in the fact that they were nothing but section reports. And, though I don't like cuss words, I have to acknowledge that I enjoyed the two or three that he promptly ejaculated

When the first surprise of the trio was over, they called on the sheriff, who arrived opportunely, to take us into 97 and search the three of us, a proceeding that puzzled Fred and his lordship not a little, for they weren't on to the fact that the letters hadn't been recovered. I presume the latter will some day write a book dwelling on the favorite theme of the foreigner—that there is no personal privacy in America. The running remarks as the search was made seemed to open Fred'8 eyes, fen- he looked at me with a puzzled air, but I winked and frowned at him, and be put his face in order.

When the papers were not found on any of us, Camp and Baldwin both nearly went demented. Baldwin suggested that 1 had never had the papers, but Camp argued that Fred or Lord Ralles must have hidden them in the car in spite of the fact that the cowboys who had caught than insisted tKwf they couldn't have had time to hide the papers, Anyway they spent an hour in ferreting about in my car, and even searched my two darkies, on the possibility that the true letters had been passed on to them.

While they were engaged in thin I was trying to think oat some way of letting Mr. Cullen and Albeit kaow where the letters were. The problem was to suggest the saddle to them without letting the cowboys understand, and by good luck I thought I had the means. Albert had complained tome the day we

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tried to pull up my pony, for I did not want to be jerked off, but I was too late,* and the next moment I was lying on th ground in a pretty well shaken on jarred condition, surrounded by a lot of men. _____ \f

CHAPTER XTL AN EVENING IN JAIL.

Before my ideas had had time to straighten themselves out I was iifted to my feet and half pushed, half lifj|Egl,

to the station platform. Camp wast alt ready there, and as I took this fact iu I saw Frederic and his lordship pulled through the doorway of my car by the cowboys and dragged out on the platform beside me. The reports were now in Lord Ralies' hands. "That's what we want, boys," cried Camp, "those letters." "Take your hands off me," said Lorn Ralles coolly, "and I'll give them to you."

The men who had hold of his arms let go of him, and quick as a flash Ralles tore the papers in two. He tried to tear them once more, but before he could do so half a dozen men were holding him and the papers were forced otit of his hands. Albert Cullen-—for all of them were on the platform of 218 this time—shouted, "Well Ralles!" quite forgetting in the ex ment qttlje njami and drawl. Apparently Cagip didn't agree with him, for he ripped out a Btring of oaths which he impartially divided among Ralles, the cowboys and myself. I was decidedly sorry that I hadn't given the real letters, for his lordship apparently had no scruple about destroying them, and I knew few men whom I would have seen behind prison bars with as little personal regret However, no one had apparently paid the slightest attention to the pony, and the probabilities were that he was already headed for Baldwin's ranch, with no likelihood of his stopping till he reached home. At least that was what I hoped, but there were a lot of ponies standing about, and, not knowing the markings of the one I had ridden, I wasn't able to tell whether he might not be among them.

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bad ridden out to the Indian dwellings at Flagstaff that his saddle fretted some ed spots which he had chafed on his to, MOran's Point Hoping he would on," I shouted to him: "Sow are your sore spots, Albert?" 0e looked at me in a puzzled way and ca&^l'Aw—I don't understand you!" spots you complained abouj to me thfe dky before yesterday,'' •J explained.

HHe didn't seem any the less befogged ashe rqj^ied, 'I had forgotten all about tbem,£t /"I'WgDt a touch of ilje same trou\fent on, "and if I were you I'd loolc^iytotb^ cause." .^lberfc^nly looked, very much mysti•fied, aittd^ didn't dare say more, for at this pbiiit the trio, with the sheriff, casne oftt of my car. If I hadn't 'known t^atfttelettei's were safe,^ could have lead the story in their faces, for more disgjistM apd angry looking men I have rarely &0ei>LY

TEtey had^a talk with the sheriff, and then Eked*" Lord Ralles and were marched.off*1ay the official, his lordship demanding sight of a warrant and protesting agadqst the illegality of his arrest, variq&at moments by threats to appeal to ^bie British consul, minister •plenipo." hor majesty's for^gn office, &ta, allof 'which had about as jnuch fnfluence (^the sheriff and his cowboy assistants -»a8\ a Moqui Indian snake daiioe wptd#, have in stopping a rnniiWay engine. I. confess to feeling a certain grijn satisfaction in the fact that if I was to be'shut off from seeing Madge t&e^Britiisher ^as in the same box with me. .:

Ash Fotks^thpugh only 6 years old, had advanp«'far en6ugh toward civilization' to ^hflrsre, a small jail, and into that we, wfe^Shoved. Night was come by the' timfi'^were lodged there, and, being in pretftr^ good appetite, I struck the sheriff fof-some grub. 'H['ll git you^«?methin," he said good naturally* ^bul next time you shove people, Mr.f G^rdca*, just quit shovin yodr friendftr My«shoulder feels like"— Perhaps it's tatt 'sis well not to say what his shouldeir felt Bkp. The western vocabulary is expressive, "but at times not quite fit for publication.

The momqpt sheriff was gone Fred wanted'the infBtery of the letters explained} atid I &£td him all there was to tell, including a&good a description of the pony 6s I c^uld give him. W' tried to hit tin ^ome plan to get word t' those outsicCfc, but it wasn't'to be done. At least it wad a point gained that some one of bur party besides myself. knew where the letters ^erfc..

joyed his rage and disgust It didn't take long to finish our supper, and then Fred, who hadn't slept much the night before, stretched out on the floor and. went to sleep. Lord Ralles and I sat on boxes—the only furniture the room contained—about as far apart as we could get, he in the sulks and I whistling cheerfully. I should have liked to be with Madge, but he wasn't, so there was some compensation, and I knew that time was playing the cards in our favor. So long as they hadn't found the letters we had only to sit still to win.

About an hour after supper the sheriff came back and told me Camp and Bald-

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"Well, Mr. Gordon, you've played a pretty cutc gamble win wanted to see me. I saw no reason to object, so in they came, accompanied by the judge. Baldwin opened the ball by saying: "Well, Mr. Gordon, you've played a pretty cute gamble, and I suppose you think you stand to win the pot" "I'm not complaining," I said. "Still," s^id Camp angrily, as if my contented manner fretted him, "our time will come presently, and we can make it pretty uncomfortable for you. Illegal proceedings put a man in jail in the long run." "I hope you take your lesson to heart," I remarked cheerfully, which made Camp scowl worse than ever. "Now," said Baldwin, who kept cool, 'we know you are not risking loss of position and the state's prison for nothing, and we want to know what there is in it for you." "I wouldn't bet my chance of state's prison against years, gentlemen. And while I may lose my position I'll be a long way from starvation.'' "That doesn't tell us what Cullen gives you to take the ride." "Mr. Cullen hasn't given or even hinted that he'll give anything." "And Mr. Gordon hasn't asked, and, it I know him, wouldn't take a cent for what he has done," said Fred, rising from the floor. "You mean to say you are dotty it for nothing?" exclaimed Camp, inaeduloo&ly.

That's about the truth of it," I said.

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The sheriff rett&oled presently with a loaf of canned bread and a tin of beans, If I had been alonef I should have kicked at the food and g$t permission for my boys to send me u^.something from 97, but I thought I'd see how Lord Ralles would like genuine western fare, so I said nothing., That, I have to state, is ^more—or rather less*—-than the Britisher "Sfc? he had samxpled the ttuff,

though I thought of Madge as I said it and felt guilty in suggesting that she was nothing. 'Then what is your motive?" cried Baldwin.

If there had been any use, I should have replied, "The right," but I knew that they would only think I was posing if I said it. Instead I replied: "Mr. Cullen's party has the stock majority in their favor and would have won a fair fight if you had played fair. Since you didn't, I'm doing my best to put things to rights."

Camp cried, "All the more fool"— but Baldwin interrupted him by saying: "That only shows what A mean CURS Cullen is. He ought to give.^ou $10,000 if he gives you a oent." "Yes,'' cried Camp, "those letters ape worth moneys whether he's offered it or not." \f "Mr. Cullep nevei: so muck as hinted paying me," said I. "Well, Mr. Gordon," said Baldwin suavely, "we'll show you that cu' be liberal. Though the letters rightfully belong to Mr. Camp, if you'll deliver them to, us we'll-See, that yotr don't lose your place, andVe'fi give you $5,000.*'

I glanced at Fred, whom I found looking at me anxiously, and asked him: "Can't you do better than that?" "We couid with any one- but yon,'? sftid Fred.

over this compliment, but I only nodded, and, turning to Mr. Camp, said: "You see how mean they are." "You'll find we are not built that way," said Baldwin. "Five thousand isn't a bad day's work, eh?" "No," I said, laughing, "but you just told me I ought to get $10,000 if I got a cent." "It's worth $10,000 to Mr. Cullen, but"—

I interrupted by saying, "If it's worth $10,000 to him, it's worth $100,000 to me."

That was too much for Camp. First he said something best omitted, ai

He nodded and followed the sheriff and Lord Ralles out The moment they were gone Mr. Baldwin said, "I came back to give you a last chance." "That's very good of you," I said. "Iwarn you," he said threateningly, we are not men to be beaten. There are 50 cowboys of mine in this town who think you were concerned in the holding up. By merely tipping them the wink they'll have you out of this, and after they've got you outside I wouldn't give the toss of a nickel for your life Now, then, will you hand over those letters or will you go to inside of ten minutes!?"

I lost my temper in turn. "I'd much prefer going to some place where I was less sure of. meeting you," I retorted, "and, as for the cowboys, you'll have to be as tricky with them as you want to be with me before you'll get them to back you up in your dirty work."

At this point the sheriff called back to ask Baldwin if be was coming. "All right," cried Baldwin and went to the door. "This is the last call," be said, pausing for a moment on the threshold. "I hope so," said I, more calmly in manner than in feeling, I have to acknowledge, for I didn't like the look of things. That they were in earnest I felt pretty certain, for I understood sow

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then went on, "I told you it was waste time trying to win him over." The three stood apart for a moment whispering, and then Judge Wilson called the sheriff over and they all went out together. The moment we were alone Frederic held out his hand and said: "Gordon, it's no use saying anything, but if we can ever do"—

I merely shook hands, but I wanted the worst w.»y to say: "Tell Madge."

C-'IAPTER XIIL A LFSON IN POLITENESS.

Within five 1:1 antes we had a big surprise, fcr the sheriff and Mr. Baldwin came tack, and the former announced that Fred and Lord Ralles were free, having been released on bail. When we found that Camp had gone on the bond, I knew that there was a scheme of some sort in the move, and, taking Fred aside, I warned him against trying to recover the proxies. "They probably think that one or the other of you knows where the letters are hidden," I whispered, "and they'll keep a watch on you. so go slow."

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Along time seemed to pass after they were gone, but in reality it wasn't more than 15 minutes bofor§ I heard some one steal up and softly unlock the door. I confess the evident endeavor to do it quietly gave me a. scare, for it seemed to me it couldn't be an above board movement. Thinking this, I picked up the box on which I had been sitting and prepared to make the best fight I could. It was a good deal of relief, therefore, when the door opened just wide enough for a man to put in his head, and I heard the sheriff's voioe say softly: "Hi, Gordon!"

I was at the dQor in an instant and &8ked: "What's up?" 'They 're gettin the boys together nnd sayin that you shot a'woman in the hold up." "It's an infernal lie," I said. "Sounds that way to me," said the sheriff, "lut two-thirds of the boys are drunk, aud it's along time since thoy'vo had any fun.'' "Well," I said, as calmly as I could, "are you going to stand by me?" "I would, Mr. Gordon," he replied, "if there was juiy.good, but there ain't time to get ti. pap&e^find what's one Winchester againdt 'A mob of cowboys

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