Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road; or, The Black Rider of the Black Hills

by Edward L. Wheeler

  CHAPTER XV.

  TO THE RESCUE!

  The suddenness of the onslaught prevented Deadwood Dick from raising ahand to defend himself, and the two strong men piling their combinedweights upon him, had the effect to render him utterly helpless. Hewould have yelled to apprise his comrades of his fate, but AlexanderFilmore, ready for the emergency, quickly thrust a cob of wood intohis mouth, and bound it there with strong strings.

  The young road-agent was a prisoner.

  "Hal ha!" leered the elder Filmore, peering down into the maskedface--"ha! ha! my young eaglet; so I have you at last, have I? Afterrepeated efforts to get you in my power, I have at last been rewardedwith success, eh? Ha! ha! the terrible scourge of the Black Hills lieshere at my feet, mine to do with as I shall see fit."

  "Shall we settle him, and leave him lying here, where his gang canfind him?" interrupted the younger Filmore, who, now that his bloodwas up, cared little what he did. "You give him one jab, and I willguarantee to finish him with the second!"

  "No! no! boy; you are too hasty. Before we silence him, forever, wemust ascertain, if possible, where the girl is."

  "But, he'll never tell us."

  "We have that yet to find out. It is my opinion that we can bring himto terms, somehow. Take hold, and we will carry him back to our holein the hill."

  Deadwood Dick was accordingly seized by the neck and heels, and borneswiftly and silently toward the western side of the gulch, up amongthe foothills, into the rift, where the plotters had lain concealedsince their arrival. Here he was placed upon the ground in a sittingposture, and his two enemies crouched on either side of him, likebeasts ready to spring upon their prey.

  Below in the valley, the Utes had kindled one solitary fire, and thiswith a starlike gleam of light from the cabin window, was the onlysign of life to be seen through the night's black shroud. The trio inthe foothills were evidently quite alone.

  Alexander Filmore broke the silence.

  "Well, my gay Deadwood Dick, Prince of the Road, I suppose you wish tohave the matter over with, as soon as possible"

  The road-agent nodded.

  "Better let him loose in the jaws," suggested Filmore the younger; "orhow else shall we get from him what we must know? Take out his gag.I'll hold my six against his pulsometer. If he squawks, I'll silencehim, sure as there is virtue in powder and ball!"

  The elder, after some deliberation, acquiesced, and Dick was placed inpossession of his speaking power, while the muzzle of young Filmore'srevolver pressed against his breast, warned him to silence andobedience.

  "Now," said the elder Filmore, "just you keep mum. If you try anytrickery, it will only hasten your destruction, which is inevitable!"

  Deadwood Dick gave a little laugh.

  "You talk as if you were going to do something toward making me thecenter of funeralistic attraction."

  "You'll find out, soon enough, young man. I have not pursued you solong, all for nothing, you may rest assured. Your death will be theonly event that can atone for all the trouble you have given me, inthe past."

  "_Is_ that so? Well, you seem to hold all the _trump_ cards, and Ireckon you ought to win, though I can't see into your inordinatethirst for _diamonds_, when _spades_ will eventually triumph. Had I a_full hand_ of _clubs_, I am not so sure but what I could _raise_ you,_knaves_ though you are!"

  "I think not; when kings win, the game is virtually up. We holdaltogether to high cards for you, at present, and _beg_ as you may, weshall not _pass_ you."

  "Don't be too sure of it. The best trout often slips from the hook,when you are sanguine that you have at last been immoderatelysuccessful. But, enough of this cheap talk. Go on and say your say, inas few words as possible, for I am in a hurry."

  Both Filmore, Sr., and Filmore, Jr., laughed at this--it sounded soridiculously funny to hear a helpless prisoner talk of being in ahurry.

  "Business must be pressing!" leered the elder, savagely. "Don't be atall scared. We'll start you humming along the road to Jordan soonenough, if that's what you want. First, however, we desire you toinform us where we can find the girl, as we wish to make a cleansweep, while we are about it."

  "Do you bathe your face in alum-water?" abruptly asked the road-agent,staring at his captor, quizzically. "Do you?"

  "Bathe in _alum_-water? Certainly not, sir. Why do you ask?"

  "Because the hardness of you cheek is highly suggestive of the use ofsome similar application."

  Alexander Filmore stared at his son a moment, at loss to comprehend;but, as it began to dawn upon him that he was the butt of a hard hit,he uttered a frightful curse.

  "My cheek and your character bear a close resemblance, then!" heretorted, hotly. "Again I ask you, will you tell me where the girlis?"

  "No! you must take me for an ornery mule, or some other kind of ananimal, if you think I would deliver her into _your_ clutches. No! no!my scheming knaves, I will not. Kill me if you like, but it will notaccomplish your villainous ends. She has all of the papers, and cannot only put herself forward at the right time, but can have youarrested for my murder!"

  "Bah! we can find her, as we have found you; so we will not trifle.Clarence, get ready; and when I count one--two--three--pull thetrigger, and I'll finish him with my knife!"

  "All right; go ahead; I'm ready!" replied the dutiful son.

  Fearless Frank sat upon a bowlder in the mouth of the quartz mine,listening to the strains of music that floated up to him from thecabin out in the valley, and puffing moodily away at a grimy old pipehe had purchased, together with some tobacco, from one of the Utes,with whom he worked.

  He had not gone down to the crusher-house for his supper; he did notfeel hungry, and was more contented here, in the mouth of the mine,where he could command a view of all that was going on in the valley.With his pipe for a companion he was as happy as he could be, deprivedas he was from association with the others of his color, who hadbarred him out in the cold.

  Once or twice during the day, on coming from within, to get a breathof pure air, he had caught a glimpse of Anita as she flitted about thecabin engaged at her household duties, and the yearning expressionthat unconsciously stole into his dark eyes, spoke of a passion withinhis heart, that, though it might be slumbering, was not extinct--wasthere all the same, in all its strength and ardor. Had he been grantedthe privilege of meeting her, he might have displaced the barrier thatrose between them; but now, nothing remained for him but to toil awayuntil Redburn should see fit to send him away, back into the worldfrom which he came.

  Would he want to go, when that time came? Hardly, he thought, as hesat there and gazed into the quiet vale below him, so beautiful evenin darkness. There was no reason why he should go back again adriftupon the bustling world.

  He had no relatives--no claims that pointed him to go thither; he wasas free and unfettered as the wildest mountain eagle. He had no one tosay where he should and where he should not go; he liked one placeequally as well as another, providing there was plenty of provenderand work within easy range; he had never thought of settling down,until now, when he had come to the Flower Pocket valley, and caught aglimpse of Anita--Anita whom he had not seen for years; on whom he hadbrought censure, reproach and--

  A step among the rocks close at hand startled him from a reverie intowhich he had fallen, and caused him to spill the tobacco from hispipe.

  A slight trim figure stood a few yards away, and he perceived that twoextended hands clasped objects, whose glistening surface suggestedthat they were "sixes" or "sevens."

  "Silence!" came in a clear, authoritative voice. "One word more than Iask you, and I'll blow your brains out. Now, what's your name?"

  "Justin McKenzie's my name. Fearless Frank generally answers me thepurpose of a nom de plume," was the reply.

  "Very good," and the stranger drew near enough for the Scarlet Boy toperceive that he was clad in buck-skin; well armed; wore a Spanishsombrero, and hair long, down over the square shoulders. "I'm CalamityJane."

 
If McKenzie uttered an ejaculation of surprise, it was not to bewondered at, for he had heard many stories, in Deadwood, concerningthe "dare-devil gal dressed up in men's toggery."

  "Calamity Jane?" he echoed, picking up his pipe. "Where in the worlddid _you_ come from, and how did you get here, and what do you want,and--"

  "One at a time, please. I came from Deadwood with Road-Agent Dick'sparty--unknown to them, understand you. That answers two questions.The third is, I want to be around when there's any fun going on; andit's lucky I'm here now. I guess Dick has just got layed out by twofellows in the valley below here, and they've slid off with him overamong the foot-hills yonder. I want you to stub along after me, andlend the voices of your sixes, if need be. I'm going to set him atliberty!"

  "I'm at your service," Frank quickly replied. Excitement was one ofhis passions; adventure was another.

  "Are you well heeled?"

  "I reckon. Always make it a point to be prepared for wild beasts andthe like, you know."

  "A good idea. Well, if you are ready, we'll slide. I don't want themtoughs to get the drop on Dick if I can help it."

  "Who are they?"

  "Who--the toughs?"

  "Yes; they that took the road-agent"

  "I don't know 'm. Guess they're tender-foots--some former enemies ofhis, without doubt. They propose to quiz a secret about some girl outof him, and then knife him. We'll have to hurry or they'll get theirwork in ahead of us."

  They left the mouth of the mine, and skurried down into the valley,through the dense shroud of gloom.

  Calamity Jane led the way; she was both fleet of foot and cautious.

  Let us look down on the foot-hill camp, and the two Fillmores who arestationed on either side of their prisoner.

  The younger presses the muzzle of his revolver against Deadwood Dick'sheart; the elder holds a long gleaming knife upheld in his right hand.

  "One!" he counts, savagely.

  "Two!"--after a momentary pause. Another lapse of time, and then--

  "Hold! gentlemen; that will do!" cries a clear ringing voice; andCalamity Jane and McKenzie, stepping out of the darkness, with fourgleaming "sixes" in hand, confirm the pleasant assertion!

  CHAPTER XVI.

  THE ROAD-AGENT'S MERCY--CONCLUSION.

  Nevertheless, the gleaming blade of Alexander Filmore descended, andwas buried in the fleshy part of Deadwood Dick's neck, making a wound,painful but not necessarily dangerous.

  "You vile varmint," cried Calamity Jane, pulling the hammer of one ofher revolvers back to full cock; "you cursed fool; don't you know thatthat only seals yer own miserable fate?"

  She took deliberate aim, but Dick interrupted her.

  "Don't shoot, Jennie!" he gasped, the blood spurting from his wound;"this ain't none o' your funeral. Give three shrill whistles for mymen, and they'll take care o' these hounds until I'm able to attend to'em. Take me to the cab--"

  He could not finish the sentence; a sickening stream of blood gushedfrom his mouth, and he fell back upon the ground insensible.

  Fearless Frank gave the three shrill whistles, while Calamity Janecovered the two cowering wretches with her revolvers.

  The distress signal was answered by a yell, and in a few seconds fiveroad-agents came bounding up.

  "Seize these two cusses, and guard 'em well!" Calamity said, grimly."They are a precious pair, and in a few days, no doubt, you'll havethe pleasure of attending their funerals. Your captain is wounded, butnot dangerously, I hope. We will take him to the cabin, where thereare light and skillful hands to dress his wounds. When he wants you,we will let you know. Be sure and guard these knaves well, now."

  The men growled an assent, and after binding the captives' arms,hustled them off toward camp, in double quick time, muttering threatsof vengeance. Fearless Frank and Calamity then carefully raised thestricken road-agent, and bore him to the cabin, where he was laid uponthe couch. Of course, all was now excitement.

  Redburn and Alice set to work to dress the bleeding wound, with Janeand the "General" looking on to see that nothing was left undone.Fearless Frank stood apart from the rest, his arms folded across hisbreast, a grave, half-doubtful expression upon his handsome,sun-browned features.

  Anita was not in the room at the time, but she came in a moment later,and stood gazing about her in wondering surprise. Then, her eyesrested upon Fearless Frank for the first, and she grew deathly white;she trembled in every limb; a half-frightened, half-pitiful look cameinto her eyes.

  The young man in scarlet was similarly effected. His cheeks blanched;his lips became firmly compressed; a mastering expression fell fromhis dark magnetic orbs.

  There they stood, face to face, a picture of doubt; of indifferentrespect, of opposite strong passions, subdued to control by a heavyhand.

  None of the others noticed them; they were alone, confronting eachother; trying to read the other's thoughts; the one penitent andcraving forgiveness, the other cold almost to sternness, and yet notunwilling to forgive and forget.

  Deadwood Dick's wound was quickly and skillfully dressed; it was notdangerous, but was so exceedingly painful that the pangs soon broughthim back to consciousness.

  The moment he opened his eyes he saw Fearless Frank andAnita--perceived their position toward each other, and that it wouldrequire only a single word to bridge the chasm between them. A hardlook came into his eyes as they gazed through the holes in the mask,then he gazed at Alice--sweet piquant Alice--and the hardness meltedlike snow before the spring sunshine.

  "Thank God it was no deeper," he said, sitting upright, and rubbingthe tips of his black-glove fingers over the patches that covered thegash, "Although deucedly bothersome, it is not of much account."

  To the surprise of all he sprung to his feet, and strode to the door.Here he stopped, and looked around for a few moments, sniffing at thecool mountain breeze, as a dog would. A single cedar tree stood by thecabin, its branches, bare and naked, stretching out like huge armsabove the doorway. And it was at these the road-agent gazed, a savagegleam in his piercing black eyes.

  After a few careful observations, he turned his face within the cabin.

  "Justin McKenzie," he said, gazing at the young man, steadily, "I wantyou to do me a service. Go to my camp, and say to my men that I desiretheir presence here, together with the two prisoners, and a couple ofstout lariats, with nooses at the end of them. Hurry, now!"

  Fearless Frank started a trifle, for he seemed to recognize the voice;but the next instant he bowed assent, and left the cabin. When he wasgone, Dick turned to Redburn.

  "Have you a glass of water handy, Cap? This jab in the gullet makes mesomewhat thirsty," he said.

  Redburn nodded, and procured the drink; then a strange silencepervaded the cabin--a silence that no one seemed willing to break.

  At last the tramp of many feet was heard, and a moment later theroad-agents, with Fearless Frank at their head, reached the doorway,where they halted. The moment Deadwood Dick came forward, there was awild, deafening cheer.

  "Hurra! hurra! Deadwood Dick, Prince of the Road, still lives. Threelong hearty cheers, lads, and a hummer!" cried Fearless Frank, andthen the mountain echoes reverberated with a thousand discordant yellsof hurrah.

  The young road-agent responded with a nod, and then said:

  "The prisoners; have you them there?"

  "Here they are, Cap!" cried a score of voices, and the two Filmoreswere trotted out to the front, with ropes already about their necks."Shall we h'ist 'em?"

  "Not jest yet, boys: I have a few words to say, first."

  Then turning half-about in the doorway, Deadwood Dick continued:

  "Ladies and gentlemen, a little tragedy is about to take place heresoon, and it becomes necessary that I should say a few wordsexplaining what cause I have for hanging these two wretches whom yousee here.

  "Therefore, I will tell you a short story, and you will see that mycause is just, as we look at these things here in this delectablecountry of the Black Hills. To begi
n with:

  "My name is, to you, _Edward Harris!_" and here the road-agent flungaside the black mask, revealing the smiling face of the youngcard-sharp. "I have another--my family name--but I do not use it,preferring Harris to it. Anita, yonder; is my sister.

  "Several years ago, when we were children, living in one of theEastern States, we were made orphans by the death of our parents, whowere drowned while driving upon a frozen lake in company with myuncle, Alexander Filmore, and his son, Clarence--those are the partiesyonder, and as God is my judge, I believe they are answerable for thedeath of our father and mother.

  "Alexander Filmore was appointed guardian over us, and executor of ourproperty, which amounted to somewhere in the neighborhood of fiftythousand dollars, my father having been for years extensively engagedin speculation, at which he was most always successful.

  "From the day of their death we began to receive the most tyrannicaltreatment. We were whipped, kicked about, and kept in a half-starvedcondition. Twice when we were in bed, and, as he supposed, asleep,Alexander Filmore came to us and attempted to assassinate us, but mywatchfulness was a match for his villainy, and we escaped death at hishands.

  "Finding that this kind of life was unbearable, I appealed to ourneighbors and even to the courts for protection, but my enemy was aman of great influence, and after many vain attempts, I found that Icould not obtain a hearing; that nothing remained for me to do but tofight my own way. And I did fight it.

  "Out of my father's safe I purloined a sum of money sufficient todefray our expenses for a while, and then, taking Anita with me, Ifled from the home of my youth. I came first to Fort Laramie, where Ispent a year in the service of a fur-trader.

  "My guardian, during that year, sent three men out to kill me, butthey had the tables turned on them, and their bones lay bleaching evennow on Laramie plains.

  "During that year my sister met a gay, dashing young ranger, whohailed to the name of Justin McKenzie, and of course she fell in lovewith him. That was natural, as he was handsome, suave and gallant,and, more than all, reported tolerably well to-do.

  "I made inquiries, and found that there was nothing against his moralcharacter, so I made no objections to his paying his attentions toAnita.

  "But one day a great surprise came.

  "On returning from a buffalo-hunt of several days' duration I found myhome deserted, and a letter from Anita stating that she had gone withMcKenzie to Cheyenne to live; they were not married yet, but would be,soon.

  "That aroused the hellish part of my passionate nature. I believedthat McKenzie was leading her a life of dishonor, and it made my bloodboil to even think of it. Death, I swore, should be his reward forthis infidelity, and mounting my horse I set out in hot haste forCheyenne.

  "But I arrived there too late to accomplish my mission of vengeance.

  "I found Anita and took her back to my home, a sad and sorrowingmaiden; McKenzie I could not find; he had heard of my coming, and fledto escape my avenging hand. But over the head of my weeping sister, Iswore a fearful oath of vengeance, and I have it yet to keep. Ibelieve there had been some kind of a sham marriage; Anita would neverspeak on the subject, so I had to guess at the terrible truth.

  "And there's where you made an accursed mess of the whole affair!"cried McKenzie, stepping into the cabin, and leading Anita forward, bythe hand. "Before-God and man _I acknowledge Anita Harris to be mylegally wedded wife_. Listen, Edward Harris, and I will explain. Thatday that you came to Cheyenne in pursuit of me, I'll acknowledge Icommitted an error--one that has caused me much trouble since. Thecase was this:

  "I was the nearest of kin to a rich old fur-trader, who proposed toleave me all his property at his death: but he was a desperatewoman-hater, and bound me to a promise that I would never marry.

  "Tempted by the lust for gold, I yielded, and he drew up a will in myfavor. This was before I met Anita here.

  "When we went to Cheyenne, the old man was lying at the point ofdeath; so I told Anita that we would not be married for a few days,until we saw how matters were going to shape. If he died, we would bemarried secretly, and she would return to your roof until I could getpossession of my inheritance, when we would go to some other part ofthe country to live. If he recovered, I would marry her anyway, andlet the old man go to Tophet with his money-bags. I see now how I wasin the wrong.

  "Well, that very day, before your arrival, the old man himself pounceddown upon us, and cursed me up hill and down, for my treachery, andforthwith struck me out from his will. I immediately sent for achaplain, and was married to Anita. I then went up to see the old manand find if I could not effect a compromise with him.

  "He told me if I would go with him before Anita and swear that she wasnot legally my wife, and that I would never live with her, he wouldagain alter his will in my favor.

  "Knowing that that would make no difference, so far as the law wasconcerned, I sent Anita a note apprising her of what was coming, andstating that she had best return to you until the old man should die,when I would come for her. Subsequently I went before her in companywith the old man and swore as I had promised to do, and when Ideparted she was weeping bitterly, but I naturally supposed it wassham grief. A month later, on his death-bed, the old trader showed methe letter I had sent her, and I realized that not only was my littlegame up, but that I had cheated myself out of a love that was true. Iwas left entirely out of the will, and ever since I have bitterlycursed the day that tempted me to try to win gold and love at the sametime. Here, Edward Harris," and the young man drew a packet of papersfrom inside his pocket, "are two certificates of my marriage, one forAnita, and one for myself. You see now, that, although mine has been agrievous error, no dishonor is coupled with your sister's name."

  Ned Harris took one of the documents and glanced over it, theexpression on his face softening. A moment later he turned and graspedMcKenzie's hand.

  "God bless you, old boy!" he said, huskily. "I am the one who haserred, and if you have it in your heart to forgive me, try and do so.I do not expect much quarter in this world, you know. There is Anita;take her, if she will come to you, and may God shower his eternalblessings upon you both!"

  McKenzie turned around with open arms, and Anita flew to his embracewith a low glad cry. There was not a dry eye in the room.

  There was an impatient surging of the crowd outside; Dick saw that hismen were longing for the sport ahead; so he resumed his story:

  "There is not much more to add," he said, after a moment's thought. "Ifled into the Black Hills when the first whispers of gold got afloat,and chancing upon this valley, I built us a home here, wherein to liveaway the rest of our lives.

  "In time I organized the band of men you see around me, and took tothe road. Of this my sister knew nothing. The Hills have been my hauntever since, and during all this time yon scheming knaves"--pointing tothe prisoners--"have been constantly sending out men to murder me. Thelast tool, Hugh Vansevere by name, boldly posted up reward papers inthe most frequented routes, and he went the same way as hispredecessors. Seeing that nothing could be accomplished through aids,my enemies have at last come out to superintend my butchery in person;and but for the timely interference of Calamity Jane and JustinMcKenzie, a short time since, I should have ere this been numberedwith the dead. Now, I am inclined to be merciful to only those whohave been merciful to me; therefore, I have decided that Alexander andClarence Filmore shall pay the penalty of hanging, for their attemptedcrimes. Boys, _string 'em up!_"

  So saying, Deadwood Dick stepped without the cabin, and closed thedoor behind him.

  Redburn also shut down and curtained the windows, to keep out thehorrible sight and sounds.

  But, for all this, those inside could not help but hear the pleadingcries of the doomed wretches, the tramp of heavy feet, the hushedbabble of voices, and at last the terrible shout of, "Heave 'o! upthey go!" which signaled the commencement of the victims' journey intomid-air.

  Then there was a long blank pause; not a sound was heard, not a
voicespoke, nor a foot moved. This silence was speedily broken, however, bytwo heavy falls, followed almost immediately by the tramp of feet.

  Not till all was again quiet did Redburn venture to open the door andlook out. All was dark and still.

  The road-agents had gone, and left no sign of their work behind.

  When morning dawned, they were seen to have re-camped on the easternslope, where the smoke of their camp-fires rose in graceful whitecolumns through the clear transparent atmosphere.

  During the day Dick met Alice Terry, as she was gathering flowers, ashort distance from the cabin.

  "Alice--Miss Terry," he said, gravely, "I have come to ask you to bemy wife. I love you, and want you for my own darling. Be mine, Alice,and I will mend my ways, and settle down to an honest, straightforwardlife."

  The beautiful girl looked up pityingly.

  "No," she said, shaking her head, her tone kind and respectful, "Icannot love you, and never can be your wife, Mr. Harris."

  "You love another?" he interrogated.

  She did not answer, but the tell-tale blush that suffused her cheekdid, for her.

  "It is Redburn!" he said, positively. "Very well; give him mycongratulations. See, Alice;" here the young road-agent took the crapemask from his bosom; "I now resume the wearing of this mask. Yourrefusal has decided my future. A merry road-agent I have been, and amerry road-agent I shall die. Now, good-by forever."

  * * * * *

  On the following morning it was discovered that the road-agents andtheir daring leader, together with the no less heroic Calamity Jane,had left the valley--gone; whither, no one knew.

  About a month later, one day when Calamity Jane was watering her horseat the stream, two miles above Deadwood, the road-agent chief rode outof the chaparral and joined her.

  He was still masked, well armed, and looking every inch a Prince ofthe Road.

  "Jennie," he said, reining in his steed, "I am lonely and want acompanion to keep me company through life. You have no one butyourself; our spirits and general temperament agree. Will you marry meand become my queen?"

  "No!" said the girl, haughtily, sternly. "I have had all the _man_ Icare for. We can be friends, Dick; more we can never be!"

  "Very well, Jennie; I rec'on it is destined that I shall live single.At any rate, I'll never take a refusal from another woman. Yes, gal,we'll be friends, if nothing more."

  * * * * *

  There is little more to add.

  We might write at length, but choose a few words to end this o'er trueromance of life in the Black Hills.

  McKenzie and Anita were remarried in Deadwood, and at the same timeRedburn led Alice Terry to the altar, which consummation the "General"avowed was "more or less of a good thing--consider'bly less o' more'n' more o' less."

  Through eastern lawyers, a settlement of the Harris affairs waseffected, the whole of the property being turned over to Anita,thereby placing her and Fearless Frank above want for a lifetime.

  Therefore they gave up their interest in the Flower Pocket mines toRedburn and the "General."

  Calamity Jane is still in the Hills.

  And grim and uncommunicative, there roams through the country of golda youth in black, at the head of a bold lawless gang of road-riders,who, from his unequaled daring, has won and rightly deserves thename--Deadwood Dick, Prince of the Road.

  THE END.

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  20. The Double Daggers; or, Deadwood Dick's Defiance.

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  35. Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval; or, The Brotherhood of Death.

  42. The Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick's Bonanza.

  49. Omaha Oll; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger.

  75. Deadwood Dick's Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar.

  73. Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane, the Heroine of Whoop-Up.

  77. Corduroy Charlie; or, The Last Act of Deadwood Dick.

  100. Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A Strange Stroke for Liberty.

  104. Deadwood Dick's Device; or, The Sign of the Double Cross.

  109. Deadwood Dick as Detective.

  121. Cinnamon Chip, the Girl Sport; or, The Golden Idol of Mount Rosa.

  129. Deadwood Dick's Double; or, The Ghost of Gordon's Gulch.

  138. Blonde Bill; or, Deadwood Dick's Home Base.

  149. A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick's Big Strike.

  156. Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Party.

  195. Deadwood Dick's Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road.

  201. The Black Hills Jezebel; or, Deadwood Dick's Ward.

  205. Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity-Jane's Last Adventure.

  217. Captain Crack-Shot, the Girl Brigand; or, Gypsy Jack from Jimtown.

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