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[CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE 
 
 A TALE OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES 
 
 BY li. M. BALLANTYNE, 
 
 kuTHOR or "BLOWN TO BITS:" "THE CORAr ibtax,..- k 
 
 WEST, THE RED ERIC;" "FREAKS ON THE FELLS:" "THE YOUN« 
 
 BOIL^^ 'T'' "-«-««;" "THE BA^TeAv ^rTHF 
 
 boiler;" "post haste;" "black ivory;" "the 
 
 inoN horse; " "fiqhtino the flames ; " 
 
 "the lifeboat;" etc. etc. 
 
 mith illxi^txntwm bs the Sixtthot. 
 
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 LONDON: 
 IJAMES NISBET & CO., 21 BEENERS STREET. 
 
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 University of Waterloo 
 
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PEEFACE. 
 
 Having got nothing prefatorial to say, 1 avail 
 myself of this blank page to say so. 
 
 Harrow, 1890 
 
 K. M. B. 
 
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CHAP. 
 1 
 
 ii: 
 
 IT 
 
 v: 
 
 VII 
 
 VIII, 
 
 IX 
 
 XI 
 
 XII, 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 
 I 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 9M9 
 
 CHAP. I.— INTRODUCES Till IlEUO J 
 
 11.— TUB 8HIPWRRCK jj 
 
 111.— "it's an ill wind that BLiVVVS NABBODY GUID," . 86 
 
 IV.— DRIFTING ON THK HOCKS 4g 
 
 V,— ALL THINOS TO ALL MKN, Q4 
 
 VI.— DISASTER, STARVATION, AND DEATH, ... 76 
 
 VII.— ADBIKT ON THK SEA, • . 1 . . . . gl 
 
 VIII.— INGRATITUDE, >'•...,, M 
 
 IX.— SHANK REVEALS SOMETHING MORE ok HIS CHAR- 
 
 ^CTKR 102 
 
 X.— HOME-COMING AND UNEXPECTED SURPRISES, . , Hg 
 
 XI.— TELLS OP HAPPY MEETINGS AND SERIOUS CON- 
 SULTATIONS 229 
 
 XIX,— CHANGES THK SCENE CONSIDERABLY ! . . , 142 
 
 Xin.-HUNKY BEN IS SORELY PERPLEXED, . . . . 155 
 
 Xn\~THE HAUNT OV THE OUTLAWS, Iflg 
 
Vl OONTRNTft. 
 
 XV.— Lo«T AMD rouiii>, . . . 175 
 
 THR llANCM Itf DANQRII 1%$ 
 
 XTIL— THR At^RM AND PHRI'AllATIitNH »'«>H lIKrRlfCi, 198 
 
 Itni.— 'DKrKKCH OV TIIK RANCH or HOAHINO HULL, . . 308 
 
 XIX.— TIIK BKMCl'R AND ITU CoWHKqt'RKCKK, ... 381 
 
 XX.— JAKK THM rLlNT IN UlfriCULTIRM, . . . . 3|8 
 
 XXI.— TILL8 or A CItl'Kr. DKKI), ANU MHOWH HoW MrS- 
 
 TKUIorHLV HtfNKY HKN HRtlAVKP, . . JMS 
 
 XXIL— Till: CAVK OK TMK (Mi LAWS INVAUKI) IIV (IIIOSTH 
 
 AND U.S. Tuuurs, 205 
 
 XXIir.— TUB Tll(K)l'H OUTWITTKI) IIV THK HCOUT AND HIH 
 
 FUIENDH 269 
 
 XXIV,— THK MKKTINO OV OLD flUKNUb JN CUHIOUd U1RCUM> 
 
 BTANCR8, 276 
 
 XXV.— SHOWS HOW THK 8KAMAN WAS 8KNT ON A DKHCATB 
 
 MISSION AND HOW HR KAKKD, .... 287 
 
 XXVI.— THKAT8 OF VAU10U8 INTKUESTINO MATTBIW, AND 
 
 TKLLS OK NEWS FROM HOMK, .... 306 
 
 XXVn.— HUNKY BEN AND CHARLIE GET HEYOND THKIR DKPTH, 
 
 AND DUCK TOM GETS HKVOND RECALL, . . 323 
 
 XXVIIL— CHASE, CAI-TUIIB, AND END OF JAKK THE FLINT, . 332 
 
 XXIX.— THEY RETURN TO THE RANCH OF ROARING BULL, 
 WHKRE SOMETHING SKHIOUS HAPPENS TO DICK 
 DARVALL, 349 
 
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 XXX.-CIIAMUKN THK MCMfN iOMRWHAT VlDt.lTTf.r AND 
 
 Hiiows ntm HiRo IN A NKw r.iaiiT, . . , 160 
 
 XXXI.— KAII.I UK AND A N»,\V »«CliNT, 
 XXXII.— ■VOCBM AND rUTtrHR VtA«U, . 
 XXXIII. -aWKKTWATRIt iii.t'rr, . 
 XXXIV.— TIIK LAKT, 
 
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 " HE WATCHED THE ROBBER AND HIS VICTIM 
 
 RIDE QUIETLY AWAY'* (p. 162), . Frontiapiect 
 
 "0 GOD! CAN IT BE TRUE?" . . facing page lU 
 
 "NOW, BUTTERCUP, GIVE IT 'EM-HOT,". . 217 
 
 "AND RAN TO THE OPENING WHERE HE SAW 
 
 THE TROOPERS STILL RIDING ABOUT," . 272 
 
 "AMMUNITION'S GETTING LOW," SAID DICK, 304 
 
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CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE 
 
 A TALE OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 INTRODUCES THE HERO. 
 
 To be generally helpful was one of the chief 
 points m the character of Charlie Brooke. 
 
 He was evidently born to aid mankind. He 
 began by helping himself to everything in life that 
 seemed at all desirable. This was natural, not 
 selfish. 
 
 At first there were few things, apparently, that 
 did seem to his infant mind desirable, for his 
 earhest days were marked by a sort of chronic 
 crossness that seemed quite unaccountable in one 
 so healthy; but this was eyentuaUy traced to the 
 influence of pins injudiciously disposed about the 
 person by nurse. Possibly this experience may have 
 tended to develop a spirit of brave endurance, and 
 might perhaps account for the beautiful modifica- 
 tions of character that were subsequently observed 
 in him. At all events, sweet, patient amiability 
 
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 was a prevailing feature in the boy long before the 
 years of infancy were over, and this heavenly aspect 
 of him was pleasantly diversified, in course of time, 
 by occasional displays of resolute— we might almost 
 say heroic — self-will, which proved a constant 
 source of mingled pride and alarm to his widowed 
 mother. 
 
 From a very early period of life little Charlie 
 manifested an intense desire, purpose, and capacity 
 for what may be called his life-work of rescuing 
 human beings from trouble and danger. It became 
 a passion with him as years rolled on, and was 
 among the chief means that brought about the 
 changes in his chequered career. 
 
 Appropriately enough he began— almost in baby- 
 hood — by rescuing himself ! 
 
 It happened thus. One day, when he had reached 
 the immature age of five, he was left in the nursery 
 for a few moments in company with a wash-tub, in 
 which his mother had been cleansing the household 
 linen. 
 
 Mrs. Brooke, it may be remarked, although in the 
 middle ranks of life, was very much below the 
 middle ranks in financial prosperity, and had there- 
 fore to perform much household drudgery. 
 
 Charlie's earnest desire to please and obey his 
 mother constantly came into collision with that self- 
 will to which we have referred. Separately, these 
 qualities may perhaps work quietly, at least as 
 
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 regards their possessor, but unitedly they form a 
 Puxture which is apt to become explosive in early 
 
 "Don;t touch the tub, Charlie; I'll be back 
 directly, said Mrs. Brooke, as she was leaving the 
 nursery. "Don't even go near it." 
 "No, muvver, I won't." 
 
 He spoke with much decision, for he adored 
 water--not to drink but to play with^and seemed 
 to realise the danger of his position, and the 
 necessity for self-control. 
 
 The temptation to avail himself of the chance 
 howevei^ was almost too much for him. Feelinc: 
 hat an internal conflict was pending, he toddled to 
 the fire, turned his back to it A la paterfamilias, 
 and glared at the tub, resolved, come what might, to 
 be"dood." But fate was against him f 
 
 Suddenly he became aware that something more 
 than radiated heat was operating in rear He 
 glanced behind. His cotton tunic was in flames! 
 In he twinkling of an eye he was seated in the 
 wash-tub, his hands clasped in horror as he thouo-ht 
 of his guilt, and the flames thoroughly extinguished r 
 I The solemn glare and pursed mouth with which 
 pie met his mother's look of blank amazement may 
 be imagined but cannot be described-he looked so 
 quiet, too, and so evidently contented, for the warm 
 [water was congenial ' 
 
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CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " Yes, muwer, but I 'm bu'nt." 
 The fearsome and dripping black patch which 
 presented itself to the agonised mother when she 
 lifted him out of the tub sufficiently enlightened 
 her and exonerated the child, but her anxiety was 
 not relieved till she had stripped him naked and 
 ascertained for certain that no scrap of his fair skin 
 had been injured. 
 
 This may be said to have been the real com- 
 mencement of Charlie Brook's career. We mention 
 it chiefly to show that our hero was gifted with 
 some power of ready resource even in childhood. 
 He was also gifted with a fearless and daring dis- 
 position, a quietly enthusiastic spirit, a modest 
 mien, and a strong muscular body. 
 
 Of course these admirable qualities were not fully 
 developed in childhood, but the seeds were there. 
 In due time the plants came up and the flowers 
 bloomed. 
 
 We would here caution the reader— especially 
 the youthful reader— against supposing that from 
 this point our hero was engaged in rescue-work, and 
 continued at it ever after without intermission. 
 Like Samson, with his great strength, he exer- 
 cised his powers only now and then— more than 
 half unconscious of what was in him — and on 
 many occasions without any definite purpose in 
 view. 
 His first act of heroism was exercised, when 
 
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OF THE SEA AND HIE ROCKIES. 5 
 
 he had reached the age of nine, iu behalf of a 
 kitten. 
 
 It was on a magnificent summer day, soon after 
 he had been sent to the village school, that the 
 mcident occurred. Charlie was walking at the 
 tune with one of his school-fellow, named Shank 
 
 Leather. 
 
 Shank was a little older than himself, and a good 
 enough fellow in his way, but much given to boast- 
 ...g, and possessed of very few of the fine qualities 
 that characterised our hero. The two were out for 
 a hohday-ramble, a long way from home, and had 
 reached a river on the banks of which they sat 
 down to enjoy their mid-day meal. The meal was 
 simple, and carried in their pockets. It consisted of 
 wo mch-and-a-half-thick slices of bread, with two 
 lumps of cheese to match. 
 
 "I wish this river was nearer home," said Shank 
 Leather, as they sat down under a spreading oak to 
 
 "Why?" asked his companion, with a felicitous 
 brevity and straightforwardness which occasionally 
 marked his conversation. 
 •■Because then I would have a swim in it everyday " 
 Can you swim ?" asked CharUe, a slight eleva- 
 tion of the eyebrows indicating surprise not un- 
 mingled with ao.v^xation-for our hero was a hero- 
 worshipper. He could not well have been a hero 
 Otherwise! 
 
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 CHAHLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 "Of course I can swim," returned Shank; "that 
 is to say, a little ; but I feel sure that I 'II bo a 
 splendid swimmer some day." 
 
 His companion's look of admiration increased. 
 
 "What '11 you take to drink?" asked Shank, 
 drawing a large flask from the pocket in which he 
 had concealed it up to that moment with the express 
 purpose of giving his companion a pleasant surprise. 
 
 It may be well to add that the variety of 
 drinks implied in his question was imaginary. 
 Shank had only one flask, but in the exuberance of 
 convivial generosity he quoted his own father— who 
 was addicted to "the bottle." 
 "What is it?" asked Brooke, in curious expectancy. 
 " Taste and see," said his friend, uncorking the 
 flask. 
 
 Charlie tasted, but did not " see," apparently, for 
 he looked solemn, and tasted again. 
 
 "It's liquorice-water," said Shank, with the look 
 of one who expects approval. " I made it myself! " 
 
 Nauseous in the extreme, it might have served 
 the purpose of an emetic had not the digestion of 
 the boys been ostrich-like, but, on hearing how it 
 came into existence, Charlie put it a third time to 
 his lips, took a good gulp, and then, nodding his 
 head as he wiped his mouth with his cuff, declared 
 that it was " wonderful." 
 
 " Yes, isn't it ? There 's not many fellows could 
 make stuff like that." 
 
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 "No, indeed," assented the other heartily, as he 
 attacked the bread and cheese. "Does your lather 
 know you made itl" 
 
 "Oh yes, and he tasted it too-ho'd taste any- 
 thing in the shape of drink^but he spat it out, and 
 then washed his mouth with brandy an' water 
 Mother took some too, and she said she had tasted 
 worse drinks ; and she only wished that father 
 would take to it. That made father laugh heartily 
 Then I gave some to little May, and she said it was 
 'So nice.'" 
 
 "Ay. That was like little May," remarked 
 Charlie, with a quiet laugh; "she'd say that a 
 mess o' tar an' shoe-blacking was nice if you made 
 it. But I say. Shank, let's see you swim. I'd 
 give anything if I could swim. Do, like a brick 
 as you are. There 's a fine deep hole here under the 
 bank." 
 
 He pointed to a pool in the river where the 
 gurgling eddies certainly indicated considerable 
 depth of water, but his friend shook his head. 
 
 " Ko, Charlie," he said, « you don't understand 
 the danger as I do. Don't you see that the water 
 runs into the hole at such a rate that there 's a 
 tree-mendous eddy that would sweep any man off 
 his legs " 
 
 "But you're goin' to swim, you know," inter- 
 rupted his friend, "an' have o-ot ta be of*" -oti- ^—-^ 
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 "That 'a all yow know," returned the other. "If 
 a man 's swept round by an eddy, don't you know, 
 he '11 be banged against things, and then the water 
 rushes out of the hole with such a gush, an' goes 
 thunderin* down below, over boulders and stones, 
 and — an' — don't you see 1 " 
 
 " That 's true, Shank ; it does look dangerous, even 
 for a man that can swim." 
 
 He put such emphasis on the "man" that his 
 comrade glanced sharply at him, but the genuine 
 innocence of our hero's face was too obvious to 
 suggest irony. He simply saw that the use of the 
 word man pleased his friend, therefore he used it. 
 
 Conversation was cut short at this point by the 
 sudden appearance on the scene of two strangers— 
 a kitten and a dos. 
 
 The assertion that "dogs delight to bark and 
 bite" is, perhaps, too sweeping, but then it was 
 made by a poet, and poets have an acknowledged 
 licence — though not necessarily a dog-licence. 
 X Certain it is, however, that this dog— a mongrel cur 
 —did bark with savage delight, and display all 
 its teeth, with an evident desire to bite, as it 
 chased a delirious tortoise-shell kitten towards the 
 river. 
 
 It was a round, soft, lively kitten, with the hair 
 on its little body sticking straight out, its heart in 
 its mouth, and horror in its lovely eyes. It made 
 straight for the tree under which the dinner was 
 
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 going on. Both boys started ui,. Enoniies in front 
 and rear ! Even a human general might have stood 
 appalled. Two courses were still open-right and 
 left. The kitten turned right and went wrong, fur 
 that was the river-side. Ko time for thou^dit ! 
 Barking cur and yelling boys I It reached°the 
 edge of the pool, spread out all its legs with a 
 catterwaul of despair, and went headlong into the 
 water. 
 
 Shank Leather gazed-something like glee min- 
 j,'led with his look of consternation. Not so our 
 Hero. Pity was bursting his bosom. With one 
 liiagnificent bound he went into the pool, caught the 
 kitten in his right hand, and carried it straight to 
 the bottom. Kext moment he re-appeared on the 
 I surface, wildly beating the water with one hand 
 and holding the kitten aloft in the otlier. Shank 
 to do him justice, plunged into the river up to his 
 waist, but his courage carried him no further 
 There he stuck, vainly holding out a hand and 
 shouting for help. 
 
 But no help was near, and it seemed as if the pair 
 of strugglers were doomed to perish when a pitiful 
 eddy swept them both out of the deep pool into the 
 foammg rapid below. Shank followed them in 
 howling despair, for here things looked ten times 
 worse: his comrade being tossed from billow to 
 jbreaker, was turned heels over head, bumped against 
 Moulders, stranded on shallows, overturned and 
 
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 swept nwny again—but ever with tho left arm 
 beating wildly, and tho right liand with tho kitten, 
 held high in air. 
 
 But the danger, except from being dashed against 
 tho boulders, was not really as great as it seemed, 
 for every time that Brooko got a foothold for an 
 instant, or was driven on a rock, or was surged, 
 right-end-iip, on a shoot of water, he managed to 
 gasp a little air— including a deal of wateh The 
 kitten, of course, had the same chances, and, being 
 passive, perhaps suffered less. 
 
 At tho foot of the rapid they were whirled, as if 
 contemptuously, into an eddy. Shank was tliere, as 
 deep as he dared venture. He even pushed in up to 
 the arm-pits, and, catching his comrade by the hair, 
 dragged him to bank. 
 
 " Charlie, I 've saved ye ! " he exclaimed, as 
 his friend crawled out and sat down. 
 
 "Ay, an' you 've saved the kitten too I" replied his 
 friend, examining the poor animal. 
 " It 's dead," said Shank ; " dead as mutton." 
 " No, only stunned. No wonder, poor beast ! " 
 With tender care the rescuer squeezed the water 
 from the fur of the rescued. Then, pulling open his 
 vest and shirt, he was about to place the kitten in 
 his bosom to warm it. 
 
 "No use doin* that," said Leather. "You're as 
 wet an' nigh as cold as itself" 
 
 "That's true. Sit down here," returned Brooke, 
 
OF THE SEA AUD THE ROCKIE«. 1% 
 
 in a tono of commnnd which surprised hia couirado 
 "Open your shirt." 
 
 Again Shank obeyed wondoringly. Next moment 
 ho gave a gasp as the cold, wet creature was thrust 
 I into his warm bosom. 
 
 "It makes me shiver all over/' he said. 
 " Never mind," replied his friend coolly, as ho 
 got up and wrung the water out of hie own 
 I garments. 
 
 "It's beginning to move, Charlie," said Shank 
 I after a few minutes. 
 " Give it here, then." 
 
 The creature was indeed showing feeble symptoms 
 
 of revival, so Brooke -whose bosom was not only 
 
 recovering its own heat, but was beginning to warm 
 
 the wet garments-thrust it into his own breast, and 
 
 ! the two friends set off homeward at a run. 
 
 At the nearest house they made inquiry as to the 
 owner of the kitten, but failed to find one Our 
 hero therefore resolved to carry it home. Lon- 
 before that haven was reached, however, his clothes 
 were nearly dry, and the rescued one was purrina 
 sweetly, in childlike innocence-all the horrors" 
 sufferings, and agonies of the past forgotten, appar' 
 ently, in the enjoyment of the present. 
 
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11 
 
 ClUliUK TO TUK REBCUI: A TAU 
 
 CHAPTEll ir. 
 
 We hnvo no iiitoiitiuii of carrying our r- uder on 
 step by stop tlirough nil the adventures and deeds 
 of Cliarlie Brooke. It is necessary to liasten over 
 his boyhood, leaving untold the many battles fought, 
 risks run, and dangers encountered. 
 
 He did not cut much of a figure at the village 
 
 school- though he did his best, and was fairly 
 
 successful — but in the playground ho reigned 
 
 supreme. At football, cricket, gymnastics, and, 
 
 ultimately, at swimming, no one could come near 
 
 him. This was partly owing to his great physical 
 
 strength, for, as time passed by he shot upwards 
 
 and outwards in a way that surprised his com- 
 
 panions and amazed his mother, who was a dis- 
 
 tinctly little woman— a n. -racoful little wom.in 
 
 —with, like her stalwart- - h .nodest opinion of 
 
 herself. 
 
 As a matter of course, Charlie's school-fellows al- 
 most worshipped him, and he was always so willing! 
 to help and lead them in all cases of danger or 
 
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 moTgenoy. that "Charlie to the wucue r became 
 qmto a fftmlliar cry on the playgtouncl. Indeed it 
 would have been equally appropriate in the school 
 for the Iftd never seemed to be go thoroughly 
 ham «a when he was assisting some boy leiia 
 capable than himself to master his lessona. 
 
 About the time that Charlie left school, while 
 yet a stnplinK. he had the shoulders of Samson the 
 diest of Hercules, and the limbs of Apollo He 
 was tall also-over six feet-but his unus.ml breadth 
 deceived people as to this till they stood close to 
 him. Fair hair, close and curly, with bright blue 
 eyes and a permanent look of gravr, benignity, com- 
 pletos our description of him. > — ~ — 
 
 Kowing. shooting, fushing. boxing, and swimming 
 seemed to come naturally to him. and all of them 
 Hi a superlative degree. Swimming was. perhaps 
 Ills most loved amusement, and in this art he soon 
 far outstripped his friend Leather. Some men are 
 endowed with exceptional capacities in regard to 
 water. We have seen men go into the sea warm 
 and como out warmer, even in cold weather. Ex- 
 perience teaches that the reverse is usually true 
 of mankind in northern regions, yet we once saw 
 .1 man enter the sea to all appearance a white 
 luman being, after remaining in it upwards of an 
 liour, and swimming away from shore, like a vessel 
 outward bound, he came back at last the colour 
 or a boiled lobster ! 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 I lliillii' 
 
 Such exceptional qualities did Charlie Brooke 
 possess. A South Sea Islander might have envied 
 but could not have excelled him. 
 
 It was these qualifies that-docided the course of 
 his career just after he left school. 
 
 "Charlie," said his mother, as they cit eating 
 their mid-day meal alone one day — the mother 
 being, as we have said, a widow, and Charlie an 
 only child— "what do you think of doing, now that 
 you have left school ? for you know my income 
 renders it impossible that I should send you to 
 college." 
 
 " I don't know what to think, mother. Of course 
 I intend to do something. If you had only in- 
 fluence with some one in power who could enable a 
 fellow to get his foot on the first round of any sort 
 of ladder, something might be done, for you know 
 I'm not exactly useless, though I can't boast of 
 brilliant talents, but " 
 
 " Your talents are brilliant enough, Charlie," said 
 his mother, interrupting ; " besides, you have been 
 sent into this world for a purpose, and you may be 
 sure that you will discover what that purpose is, 
 and receive help to carry it out if you only ask God 
 to guide you. JSTot otherwise," she added, after a 
 pause. 
 
 " Do you really believe, mother, that every one i 
 who is born into the world is sent for a purposej 
 and with a specific work to do ?" 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 15 
 
 "I do indeed, Charlie." 
 
 " What ! all the cripples, invalids, imbeciles, even 
 the very infants who are born to wail out their sad 
 lives in a few weeks, or even days ?" 
 
 "Yes— all of them, without exception. To sup- 
 pose the opposite, and imagine that a wise, loving, 
 and almighty Being would create anything for m 
 purpose seems to me the very essence of absurdity. 
 Our only difficulty is that we do not always see the 
 purpose. All things are ours, but we must ask if 
 we would have them." 
 
 "But I have asked, mother," said the youth, with 
 an earnest flush on his brow. " You know I have 
 done so often, yet a way has not been opened up. 
 I believe in yoicr faith, mother, but I don't quite 
 beheve in my own. There surely must be some- 
 thing wrong— a screw loose somewhere." 
 
 He Idid down his knife and fork, and looked out 
 
 at the window with a wistful, perplexed expression. 
 
 "How I wish," he continued, « that the lines had 
 
 been laid down for the human race more distinctly, 
 
 so that we could not err ! " 
 
 "And yet," responded his mother, with a peculiar 
 
 I look, " such lines as are obviously laid down we 
 
 ' don't always follow. For instance, it is written, 
 
 'Ask, and it shall be given you,' and we stop there,' 
 
 but the sentence does not stop : ' Seek, and ye shall 
 
 [find 'implies carp. ar>ri f.rmiVji.^. <f"^^<.i _i -, i ■,■. , 
 
 r -1 — -ivu^^iu, ri.nuek, tiau ic snail be 
 
 opened unto you ' hints at perseverance, does it not?" 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " There 's something in that, mother," said Charlie, 
 casting another wistful glance out of the window.' 
 "Come, I will go out and 'seek'! I gee Shank- 
 Leather waiting for me. We agreed to go to the 
 shore together, for we both like to watch the waves 
 roaring in on a breezy day like this." 
 
 The youth rose and began to encase his bulky 
 frame in a great pilot-cloth coat, each button of 
 wliich might have done duty as an afternoon tea- 
 saucer. 
 
 "I wish you would choose any companion to 
 walk with but young Leather," said the widow, with 
 a sigh. " He 's far too like his father to do you any 
 good." 
 
 "Mother, would you have me give up an old 
 playmate and school-fellow because he is not per- 
 fect r asked the youth in grave tones as he tied on 
 a sou'wester. 
 
 " Well, no— not exactly, but ," 
 
 Not having a good reason ready, the worthy 
 woman only smiled a remonstrance. The stalwart 
 son stooped, kissed her and was soon outside, battling 
 with the storm— for what he styled a breezy day 
 was in reality a wild and stormy one. 
 
 Long before the period we have now reached 
 Mrs. Brooke had changed her residence to the sea- 
 coast in the small town of Sealford. Her cottage 
 stood in the centre of the village, about half-a-mile 
 ..„^ ...{xoiv, axxu v;iOeu w uaac or ner bosom 
 
 friend, '^ 
 
 her, pari 
 
 of her 
 
 the com] 
 
 also, to 
 
 comrades 
 
 might rej 
 
 When 
 
 found tha 
 
 him. Tl 
 
 had purf 
 
 old comra 
 
 iiccompan: 
 
 was destr 
 
 May, alth( 
 
 good, was 
 
 hood is le 
 
 when bor 
 
 spicuous, a 
 
 of flatness 
 
 manners, a 
 
 would not, 
 
 was ugly. 
 
 reached wh 
 
 a period in 
 
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 I former, anc 
 
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 friend, M,«. leather, who had migrated along with 
 her partly to bo near her and partly for the sake 
 of her son Shank, who was anxious to retain 
 the companionship of his friend Brooke. Partly 
 also, to get her tippling husband away from' old 
 comrades and scenes, in the faint hope that she 
 might rescue him from the great curse of his life 
 
 When Charlie went out, as wo have said,' he 
 found tha. Shank had brought his sister May with 
 h.m. Thzs troubled our hero a good deal, for he 
 had purposed having a confidential talk with his 
 old comrade upon future plans and prospects, to the 
 accompaniment of the roaring sea, and a third party 
 was oestructive of such intention. Besides, poor 
 May, although exceedingly unselfish and sweet and 
 good, was at that transition period of life when girl- 
 hood IS least attractive-at least to young men • 
 when bones are obtrusive, and angles too con- 
 spicuous, and the form generally is too suggestive 
 of flatness and longitude; while shyness marks the 
 manners, and inexperience dwarfs the mind We 
 would not, however, suggest for a moment that May 
 was ugly. By no means, but she had indeed 
 reached what may be styled a plain period of life- 
 a period in which some girls become silently sheep- 
 ish, and others tomboyish ; May was among the 
 I former and therefore a drag upon conversation. 
 J iJat, after all, it mattered little, for the rapidly 
 increasing gale rendered speech nearly impossible. 
 
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18 
 
 CIIAHUE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 " It 's too wild a day for you, May," said Brooke, 
 as he shook hands with her ; " I wonder you care to 
 be out." 
 
 " She doesn't care to be out, but I wanted her to 
 come, and she *s a good obliging girl, so she came," 
 said Shank, drawing her arm through his as they 
 pressed forward against the blast in the direction of 
 the shore. 
 
 Shank Leather had become a sturdy young fellow 
 by that time, but was much shorter than his friend. 
 There was about him, however, an unmistakable 
 look of dissipation—or, rather, the beginning of it — 
 which accounted for Mrs. Brooke's objection to him 
 as a companion for her son. 
 
 We have said that the cottage lay about half-a- 
 mile from the shore, which could be reached by a 
 winding lane between high banks. These effectually 
 shut out the view of the sea until one was close to 
 it, though, at certain times, the roar of the waves 
 could be heard even in Sealford itself. 
 
 Such a time was the present, for the gale had 
 lashed the sea into wildest fury, and not only did 
 the three friends hear it, as, with bent heads, they 
 forced their way against the wind, but they felt the 
 foam of ocean on their faces as it was carried inland 
 sometimes in lumps and flakes. At last they came 
 to the end of the lane, and the sea, lashed to its 
 wildest condition, lay before them like a sheet of 
 tortured foam. 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 19 
 
 all ev^I ': """" "°' 'P^'"'- ^'- could at 
 
 all events gaze, for she had superb brown eyes 
 
 and they glittered, just then, like glowing I ' 
 
 f.om Its fastenings, and flew straight out behind 
 
 "Look! look there!" shouted her brother witli . 
 -d expression, as he pointed to a part of .; 
 
 Brit 'dSin' f. ""*" "'^ P"""'" -'^'--ed 
 7 c eanng the moisture from his eyes and 
 
 endeayouring to look steadily. ^ ' 
 
 "She'll neyer weather it. See! the fishermen 
 re following her alongshore," cried young Leathe 
 
 d.op^g his sister's arm, and bounding away 
 ^^^^Oh.dontleaye me behind, Shank," 'pleaded 
 
 Shank was beyond reeall, but our hero, who had 
 -'TorourdS'""^^----- 
 
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20 
 
 CIIAllLIE TO THE RESCUE: A TALK 
 
 ll'iiiilii 
 
 I 
 
 sho was litho as a lizard and fleet as a young 
 colt. 
 
 A few minutes brought them to the level shore 
 where Brooke left May to shelter herself with some 
 lisher-wonien behind a low wall, while he ran along 
 to a spot where a crowd of lishermcn and old salts, 
 enveloped in oil-skins, were discussing the situation 
 as they leaned against the shrieking wind. 
 
 "Will she weather it, Grinder, think you?" he 
 asked of an elderly man, whose rugged features 
 resembled mahogany, the result of having bid 
 defiance to wind and weather for nigh half a cen- 
 tury. 
 
 " She may, Mr. Brooke, an' she mayn't," answered 
 the matter-of-fact man of the sea, in the gruff mono- 
 tone with which ho would have summoned all hands 
 to close reef in a hurricane. " If her tackle holds 
 she '11 do it. If it don't she won't." 
 
 " We *ve sent round for the rocket, anyhow," said 
 a smart young fisherman, who seemed to rejoice in 
 opposing his broad chest to the blast, and in listen- 
 ing to the thunder of the waves as they rolled into 
 the exposed bay in great battalions, chasing each 
 other in wild tumultuous fury, as if each were bent 
 on being first in the mad assault upon the shore. 
 
 "Has the lifeboat coxswain been called?" asked 
 Charlie, after a few minutes* silence, for the voice of 
 contending elements was too great to render con- 
 verse easy or agreeable. 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 91 
 
 "Yes, sir," answered the man nearest to him, 
 " but she 's bin called to a wreck in Mussel Bay' 
 an' that brig will be all right or in Davy Jones's' 
 locker long aforo th' lifeboat 'ud fetch round 
 here." 
 
 Silence again fell on the group as they gazed out 
 to sea, pushing eagerly down the beach until tliey 
 were ankle-deep in the foam of each expended 
 wave ; for the brig was by that time close on the 
 point of rocks, staggering under more sail tlian she 
 could carry with safety. 
 
 " She '11 do it !" exclaimed the smart young fisher- 
 man, ready to cheer with enthusiastic hope. ° 
 
 "Done for! Lost!" cried one, while something 
 like a groan burst from the others as they saw the 
 brig's topmasts go over the side, and one of her sails 
 blown to ribbons. She fell away towards the rocks 
 at once. 
 
 Like great black teeth these rocks seemed to 
 leap in the midst of the foam, as if longing to grasp 
 the ill-fated vessel, which had, indeed, all but 
 weathered the dangerous point, and all might have 
 been well if her gear had only held ; but now, as if 
 paralysed, she drifted into the bay where certain 
 destruction awaited her. 
 
 Just at that moment a great cheer arose, for the 
 rocket-cart, drawn by the men of the Coast-Guard, 
 was seen rattling over the downs towards them. 
 Anxiety for the fate of the doomed brig wVJ' now 
 
22 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 changed into eager hope for tlie rescue of her crew. 
 The fishermen crowded round the Coast-Guard men 
 as they ran the cart close down to the water's edge, 
 and some of tliem — specially the smart young fellow 
 already mentioned — made eager ofter of thoir ser- 
 vices. Charlie Brooke stood aloof, looking on with 
 profound interest, for it was the first time he had 
 ever seen the Manby rocket apparatus brought into 
 action. He made no hasty offer to assist, for he 
 was a cool youth — even while burning with im- 
 patient enthusiasm — and saw at a glance that the 
 men of the Coast-Guard were well able to manage 
 their own affairs and required no aid from him. 
 
 As the brig was coming straight in they could 
 easily calculate where she would strike, so that the 
 rocket men could set up their triangle and arrange 
 their tackle without delay. This was fortunate, for 
 the wreck was carried shoreward with great rapidity. 
 She struck at last when within a short distance of 
 the beach, and the faces of those on board could be 
 distinctly seen, and their cries heard, as both masts 
 snapped off and were swept over the side, where they 
 tore at the shrouds like wild creatures, or charged 
 the hulk like battering-rams. Instantly the billows 
 that had borne the vessel on their crests burst upon 
 her sides, and spurted high in air over her, falling 
 back on her deck, and sweeping off everything that 
 was moveable. It could be seen that only three or 
 four men were on deck, and these kept well under 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE IIOCKIES. 
 
 98 
 
 the lee of tlie bulwarks near the stern where they 
 were strongest. 
 
 "No passengers, I think," said one of the fisher- 
 men ; " no women, anyhow." 
 
 "Not likely they'd be 'lowed on deck even if 
 there was," growled Grinder, in his monotone. 
 
 "Now, then, out o' the way," cried the leader of 
 the Coast-Guard men, as he laid a rocket in its 
 place. " Line all clear, Fred ? " 
 "All clear." 
 
 Next moment there was a burst of flame, a 
 crash, and a vicious whizz as the powerful projectile 
 leaped from its stand and sped out to sea, in grand 
 defiance of the opposing gale, with its light line 
 behind it. 
 
 A cheer marked its flight, but a groan told of its 
 descent into the boiling sea, considerably to the left 
 of the wreck. 
 
 " What a pity !" cried Shank Leather, who had 
 come close to his friend when the rocket-cart 
 arrived. 
 
 "No matter," said Brooke, whose compressed lips 
 and flashing eyes told of deep but suppressed 
 feelings. " There are more rockets." 
 
 He was right. While he was speaking, another 
 rocket was placed and fired. It was well directed 
 but fell short. Another, and yet another, rose and 
 fell, but failed to reach its mark, and the rfimaind^v 
 of the rockets refused to go off from some unknown 
 
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 CITARLIK TO THK HK8CUE : A TALK 
 
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 cauflo-oither because they had been too long in 
 stock or hnd become damp. 
 
 Meantime the brie,, was tossed fartlior and farther 
 in, until she stuck quite fast. Then it became 
 evident that slio must soon break up, and her crew 
 porisli. Hasty phms and eager advice were pro- 
 posed and given. Then the smart young fisherman 
 suddenly sprang forward, and threw oil" his oil-coat 
 and sou'wester. 
 
 "Hero ! liold on! " he cried, catching up the end 
 of the rocket line, and fastening it round his waist 
 while he kicked off his heavy boots. 
 " You can't do it. Bill," cried some. 
 " Too far to swim," cried others. 
 "The sea's '11 knock tlie life out o' ye," said 
 Grinder, "afore you 're clear o' the sand." 
 
 Despite these warnings the brave young fellow 
 dashed into the foam, and plunged straight into the 
 first mighty breaker that towered over his head. 
 But he was too much excited to act effectively 
 He failed to time his plunge well. The wave fell' 
 upon him with a roar and crushed him down. In 
 a few seconds he was dragged ashore almost in- 
 sensible. 
 
 Example, whether good or bad, is infectious 
 Another strapping young fellow, stirred to emula- 
 tion, ran forward, and, seizing the rope, tied it 
 round his own waist, while they helped poor Bill 
 up the beach and seated him on a sand- bank. 
 
OP TIIK SKA AND THE R0CKIR8. t6 
 
 Tl.o second youth was more powerful than the 
 first-and cooler. Ho made a better attempt, but 
 only got past the firnt wave, when his conirudes, 
 seeing that he was exhausted, drew him back' 
 Then a third-a broad burly youth-^ame forwaid.* 
 At this point the soul of Shank Leather took fire, 
 fur he was by no means destitute of generous im- 
 pulses, and he tried to get hold of tlie rope. 
 
 " Out o' the way," cried the burly youth, giving 
 Leather a rough push that almost sent him on his 
 back ; " we don't want no laud-lubbers for this kind 
 o' work." 
 
 Up to this point Charlie Brooke, although burn- 
 ing with eager desire to take some active part in 
 the rescue, had restrained himself and held back, 
 believing, with characteristic modesty, that the' 
 fishermen knew far better than he did how to face 
 the sea and use their appliances ; but when he saw 
 his friend stagger backward, he sprang to the front 
 caught hold of the lino, and, seizing the burly 
 fisherman by the arm, exclaimed, " You '11 let this 
 land-lubbor try it, anyhow," and sent him spinnin^^ 
 away like a capsized nine-pin. '^ 
 
 There was a short laugh, as well as a cheer at 
 this ; but next moment all were gazing at the sea 
 m breathless anxiety, for Brooke had rushed deep 
 mto the surf. He paused one moment, as the great 
 wave curled over him, then went through it head- 
 first with such force that he shot waist \u-h out of 
 
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 CHARr.ra TO TFfR URSOUl : A TALK 
 
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 t»»o 8oa on the other aiilc. Ilia exceptional swim, 
 ming-powors now served him well, for hin ottor-like 
 rapidity of action enabled him to avoid tlio crushing 
 billows either by diving through them at the right 
 moment, or hohling baek until they fell, and left him 
 only the nuid swirling foam to conteml with. This 
 last was bad enough, but here his great muscular 
 strength and his inexhaustible caloric, with his 
 coik-lik'o power of flotation, enabled him to hold 
 his own without exhaustion until another oppor- 
 tunity of piercing an unbroken wave oflered. Thus 
 he gradually forced his way through and beyond 
 the worst breakers, which are always those nearest 
 shore. Had any one been close to him. and able 
 calmly to watch his movements, it would have been 
 seen that, great as were the youth's powers, he did 
 not waste them in useless battling with a force 
 against which no man could effectively contend ; 
 that, with a cool head, he gave way to every irresist- 
 ible force, swimming for a moment, as it were, with 
 the current— or, rather, floating easily in the whirl- 
 pools—so as to conserve his strength; that, ever 
 and anon, he struck out with all his might, rushing 
 through foam and wave like a fish, and that, in the 
 midst of it all, he saw and seized the brief moments 
 in which he could take a gasping inhalation. 
 
 Those who watched him with breathless anxiety 
 on shore saw little of all this as they payed out 
 the line or perched themselves on tiptoe on the 
 
 few t 
 
 sand. 
 ••Ill 
 
 farthofc 
 "Nc 
 
 Leatho 
 "Ay 
 
 growl. 
 
 sich a 1 
 
 away, I 
 
 Ach 
 
 it was i 
 
 eddy w 
 
 and tha 
 
 of the 
 
 the stu 
 
 in a mo 
 
 the belt 
 
 the app 
 
 preparal 
 
 stump y 
 
 burst o\ 
 
 leaping i 
 
 was ver3 
 
 his posit 
 
 Charli 
 A few" vi 
 of the w 
 
 QUiCt Spi 
 
or THE H&A AND THE K0CKIE8. 
 
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 kw boulders that horo aud there atrowud tlio 
 sand. 
 
 "Kaul him back!" slioiited the mau who was 
 I'urthost out on tlie lino. " He 'a used up I " 
 
 " No. he '8 not. I know him well I " roared Shank 
 Leather. " Pay out, men— pay out line I " 
 
 "Ay. ease away." said (Jrinder. in a thunderous 
 growl. •• Ho 's a rigler walrus, he is. Niver see'd 
 sich a felli3r since I left the southern seas. Ease 
 away, boys." 
 
 A cheer folluwed his remark, for at that moment 
 it was seen that our hero had readied the tail of the 
 eddy which was caused by the hull of the wreck, 
 and that one of her crew had darted from the cover 
 of the vessel's bulwarks and taken shelter under 
 the stump of the mainmast. His object was seen 
 in a moment, for ho unhooked a coil of rope from 
 the belaying-pins. and stood ready to heave it to 
 the approaching swimmer. In making even this 
 preparation the man ran very great risk, for the 
 stump was but a partial shelter— each wave that 
 burst over the side sweeping wildly round it and 
 leaping on the man higher than his waist, so that it 
 was very difficult for him to avoid being torn from 
 his position. 
 
 Charlie's progress was now comparatively easy. 
 A few vigorous strokes brought him under the lea 
 of the wreck, which, however, was by no means a 
 quiet spot, iQi each divided wave, rushing round 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 bow and stern, met there in a tumult of foam that 
 almost choked the swimmer, while each billow that 
 burst over the wreck poured a small Niagara on his 
 head. 
 
 How to get on board in such circumstances was 
 a subject that had troubled Charlie's mind as he 
 drew near, but the action of the sailor unhooking 
 the coil of rope at once relieved him. The moment 
 he came within reach, the sailor, watchiug his 
 opportunity between waves, threw out the coil. It 
 was aimed by an accustomed hand and fell on the 
 rescuer's head. Another minute and young Brooke 
 stood on the deck. Without waiting an instant he 
 leaped under the shelter of the stump of the main- 
 mast beside the seaman. He was only just in time 
 for a wave burst in thunder on the weather side of 
 the quivering brig, and, pouring over the bulwarks 
 almost dragged him from the belaying-pins to which 
 he clung. 
 
 The instant the strain was off, he passed a rope 
 round his waist and gave the end of it to the 
 sailor. 
 
 "Here, make it fast," he said, beginning to haul 
 with all his might on the Hue which he had brought 
 from shore. " You "re the skipper— eh ? " 
 
 "Yes. Don't waste your breath in speech. I 
 know what to do. All 's ready." 
 
 These few words were an unspeakable relief to 
 our hero, who was well aware that the working of 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 29 
 
 the rocket apparatus required a slight amount of 
 knowledge, and who felt from his manner and tone 
 that the skipper was a tliorough man. He glanced 
 upwards as he hauled in the line, assisted by his 
 companion, and saw that a stout rope with two 
 loops on it had been fixed to the stump of the mast. 
 Just as he noted this with satisfaction a large block 
 with a thin line rove through it emerged from the 
 boiling sea. It had been attached by the men on 
 shore to the rocket line which Charlie had been 
 hauling out with so much energy. Its name was 
 mdicated by the skipper. 
 
 "Here comes the whip ," he cried, catching hold 
 of the block when it reached him. " Hold me up, 
 lad, while I make it fast to them loops." 
 
 While Charlie obeyed he saw that by fixing the 
 tail-lines of the block quickly to the loops prepared 
 for them, instead of winding them round the mast, 
 —a difficult process in such a sea— much time was 
 saved. 
 
 " There, our part o' the job is done now," said the 
 skipper, pulling off his sou'wester as he spoke and 
 holding it up as a signal to the men on shore. 
 
 Meanwhile those to whom he signalled had been 
 watching every movement with intense eagerness, 
 and with the expressions of men whose gaze has to' 
 penetrate with difficulty through a haze of blinding 
 spray. 
 
 " They 've got the block now," cried one man. 
 
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 « 
 
 CHAULIK TO THE KESCUE : A TALE 
 
 Does that young feller know about fixin' of 
 
 asked another, 
 
 it? 
 
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 " Clap a stopper on your mugs ; they 're a-fixin' of 
 it now," said old Grinder. "There's the signal! 
 Haul away, lads ! " 
 
 We must explain here that the " whip " above 
 mentioned was a double or endless line, passincr 
 through the block which had been hauled out to 
 the wreck by our hero. 
 
 By means of this whip one end of a stout cable 
 was sent off to the wreck, and on this cable a slinc^- 
 lifebuoy was hung to a pulley and also run out L 
 the wreck. The working of the apparatus, thougli 
 simple enough to seamen, would entail a complicated 
 perhaps incomprehensible, description to landsmen • 
 we therefore pass it by with the remark that, con- 
 nection with the shore having been established, and 
 the shng-lifebuoy~or life-saving machine-run out 
 the crew received it with what was meant for a 
 hearty cheer, but which exhaustion modified to a 
 feeble shout. 
 
 "Kow, lads," cried the skipper to his men, "look 
 sharp ! Let out the passengers." 
 
 "Passengers?" exclaimed Charlie Brooke in 
 surprise. 
 
 " Ay-my wife an' little gurl, two women and an 
 old gentleman. You don't suppose I 'd keep 'em on 
 deck to be washed overboard ? " 
 
 \. 
 
 As he spoke two of the men opened the doors of 
 
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 OF THE SEA AND THE UOCKIES. 
 
 31 
 
 the companion-hatch, and caught hold of a little 
 girl of about five vei 
 
 of 
 
 who 
 
 s handed up 
 by a woman. 
 
 " Stay ! keep her under cover till I get hold of 
 her," cried the skipper. 
 
 As he was passing from the mast to the com- 
 panion a heavy sea burst over the bulwarks, and 
 swept him into the scuppers. The same wave 
 wrenched the child from the grasp of the man who 
 held it and carried it right overboard. Like an eel, 
 rather than a man, Charlie cleft the foam close 
 behind her, caught her by the skirt and bore her to 
 the surface, when a few strokes of his free arm 
 brought him close under the lee of the wreck just 
 in time to prevent the agonised father from leaping 
 after his child. There was terrible suspense for a 
 few minutes. At one moment our hero, with his 
 burden held high aloft, was far down in the hollow 
 of the watery turmoil, with the black hull like a 
 great wall rising above him, while the skipper in 
 the main-chains, pale as death but sternly silent, 
 held on with his left hand and reached down with 
 his right— every finger rigid and ready! Next 
 moment a water-spout, so to speak, bore the rescuer 
 upward on its crest, but not near enough— they 
 went downward again. Once more the leaping 
 water surged upwards; the skipper's strong hand 
 closed like the grip of death on the dress, and the 
 child was safe while its rescuer sank away from it. 
 
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32 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE UESCUE : A TALE 
 
 i 
 
 
 " Help him ! " shouted the skipper, as he staggered 
 to the shelter of the companion. 
 
 But Charlie required no help. A loose rope 
 hanging over the side caught his eye : he seized it 
 and was on deck again in a few seconds. A 
 minute later and he was down in the cabin. 
 
 There, terror-stricken, sat the skipper's wife, 
 never venturing to move, because she had been' 
 told to remain there till called. Happily she 
 knew nothing of the incident just described. 
 
 Beside her sat the other women, and, near to 
 them, a stern old gentleman, who, with compressed 
 lips, quietly awaited orders. 
 
 " Come, quick ! " said Charlie, grasping by the 
 arm one of the women. 
 
 It was the skipper's wife. She jumped up right 
 willingly and went on deck. There she found her 
 child already in the life-buoy, and was instantly 
 lifted in beside it by her husband, who looked 
 hastily round. 
 
 " Come here, Dick," he said to a little cabin-boy 
 who clung to a stanchion near by. " Get in." 
 
 The boy looked surprised, and drew back. 
 
 "Get in, I say," repeated the skipper sternly. 
 
 " There 's more women, sir," said the boy, still 
 holding back. 
 
 " True— brave lad ! but you 're wanted to keep 
 these from getting washed out. I am too heavy, 
 you know." 
 
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the 
 
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 self into' Jr'"'*''." '°''^"- He squeezed him. 
 B^^'nto the machine beside the woman and 
 
 Then up at arm's-length went the skipper's sou'- 
 wester as a signal that all was ready, and the fisher- 
 men began to haul the life-buoy to the shore. 
 
 indeed^'l?- "'""' ^'^ ' "■"' "' *« "^'^^^oe. 
 mdeed, the tno were borne along well out of the 
 
 ng cheers from the fishermen-and a treble echo 
 
 sXt:r'^'''"^'''^^*"-''«^--'^- 
 
 cheeld, said an old woman to May Leather who 
 crouched beside her. . 
 
 "Ay, that he is ! " exclaimed May. with a gush of 
 naus.asm ,n tone and eyes that made them al 
 turn to look at her. 
 
 "Your brother?" asked a handsome, strapping 
 young woman. ^^ ^ 
 
 " No—I wish he was !" 
 
 "Hm! ha!» exclaimed the strapping youns 
 
 woman-whereat ther^ wn« .^chanr^ ^ ^ 
 nnf lfli,«T, 1. 4. TIT ' ■■""■ "^^^^^^g^a a signiti- 
 cant laugh; but May took no notice of it, being too 
 
84 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESGFE : A TALE 
 
 deeply engrossed with the proceedings on shore and 
 sea. 
 
 Again the fishermen ran out the life-buoy and 
 soon hauled it back with another woman ; then a 
 third. After that came the old gentleman, quite 
 self-possessed c - o'm, though very pale and di- 
 sheveled ; and, 1, Ang him, the crew, one by one, 
 were rescued. Then came the hero of the hour, and 
 last of all, as in duty bound, the skipper— not much 
 too soon, for he had barely reached the land when 
 the brig was overwhelmed and engulfed in the 
 raging sea. 
 
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OF THE SEA AND THR ROOKIES. 
 
 as 
 
 CHAPTEE III. 
 
 "IT'S it, lU, „,TO TH*T BUW8 KiBBODT OUID." 
 
 That many if „ot most names have originated in 
 the character or condition of individuals seems 
 obvious, else why is it that so many people take 
 after their names ? We have no desire to argue the 
 question, but hasten on to remarif that old Jacob 
 Crossley was said to be-observe, we do not say that 
 he was-a notable illustration of what we refer to 
 
 Jacob was "as cross as two sticks," if we are to 
 b heve Mrs. <Bland, his housefeeeper-and Mrs 
 Bland was worthy of belief, for she was an honest 
 widow who h,'d prevarication to be equivalent to 
 lying and who, besides having been in the old 
 bachelor s service for many year., had on one occasion 
 been plucked by him from under the fret of a pair 
 of horses when attempting the more dangerous than 
 nor-west passage of a London crossing. Gratitude 
 therefore rendered it probable that Mrs. Bland 
 spake truly when she said that her master was as 
 cross as two sticks. Of course we admit th».. her 
 judgment may have been faulty. 
 
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36 
 
 CHARLIl! TO THE RESCUK : A TALE 
 
 li'. 
 
 
 Strange to say Mr. Crossley had no reason— 
 at least no very apparent reason— for being cross, 
 unless, indeed, the mere fact of his being an old 
 bachelor was a sufficient reason. Perhaps it was ! 
 But in regard to everything else he had, as the 
 saying goes, nothing to complain of. He was a 
 prosperous East India merchant— not a miser, 
 though a cross old bachelor, and not a millionaire' 
 though comfortably rich. His business was pro- 
 sperous, his friends were numerous, his digestion was 
 good, his nervous system was apparently all that 
 could be desired, and he slept well ! 
 
 Standing one morning in the familiar British 
 position before his dining-room fire in London, he 
 frowningly contemplated his housekeeper as that in- 
 defatigable woman removed the breakfast equipage.^ 
 " Has the young man called this morning ? " 
 "Not yet, sir." 
 
 " Well, when he comes tell him I had business in 
 the city and could wait no " 
 
 A ring and a sharp knock interrupted him. 
 A few moments later CharHe Brooke was ushered 
 into the room. It was a smallish room, for 
 Mr. Crossley, although well off, did not see 
 the propriety of wasting money on unnecessary 
 space or rent, and the doorway was so low 
 that Charlie's hair brushed against the top as he 
 entered. 
 
 "I nflnf><1 Mr ^r>naa^r^^r :^ J •.-, ., 
 
 , ,.^^, ._iv«oicj, in iiuuui uiiuue witn liie 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ItOCKIES. 37 
 
 Wish expressed in your letter. Although, being a 
 stranger, I do not " '' 
 
 The young man stopped at this point and looked 
 steaddy at the old gentleman with a peculiarly 
 questionmg expression. 
 
 " '^°" ••^""gnwe me, I see," said the old man, with 
 a very slight smile. 
 
 " Well_I may be mistaken, but you do bear some 
 resemblance to " 
 
 " Just so, I 'm the man that you hauled so violently 
 out of the cabin of the wreck last week, and shoved so 
 unceremoniously into the life-buoy, and I have sent 
 for you, iirst, to thank you for saving my life 
 because they tell me that, but for your swimmin.' 
 off with a rope, we should certainly have aU been 
 est ; and, secondly, to offer you aid in any course of 
 ife you may wish to adopt, for I have been informed 
 that you are not at present engaged in any .special 
 employment." ./ r |»« 
 
 " You are very kind, sir, very kind," returned 
 Charlie, somewhat embarrassed. "I can scarcely 
 claim, however, to have saved your life, though 
 I thankfully admit having had the opportunity to 
 lend a hand. The rocket-men, in reality, did the 
 work, for without their splendid working of the 
 apparatus my swimming off would have been 
 useless." 
 
 Mr. CrO.S.silAV frnwrip,! «.l,:i„ it . ., 
 
 —•' --"""Sa niuiu uie youth was speak- 
 ing, and regarded him with some suspicion. 
 
38 
 
 CUAULIE TO TIIK KESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 li. 
 
 
 "You admit, T suppose," ho rejoined sternly, 
 "that if you had not swum off, the rocket apparatus 
 would have been equally useless." 
 'v"By no means," returned Charlie, with that 
 benignant smile that always accompanied his 
 opposition in argument. "I do not admit that, 
 because, if I had not done it, assuredly some one else 
 would. In fact a friend of mine was on the point 
 of making the attempt when I pulled him back 
 and prevented him." 
 "And why did you prevent him ?" 
 " Because he was not so well able to do it as I." 
 " Oh ! I see. In other words, you have a pretty 
 high opinion of your own powers." 
 
 " Possibly I have," returned the youth, somewhat 
 sharply. "I lay claim to no exemption from the 
 universal law of vanity which seems to affect the 
 entire human race— especially the cynical part of it. 
 At the same time, knowing from long experience 
 that I am physically stronger, can swim better, and 
 have greater power of endurance, though not greater 
 courage, than my friend, it would be mere pretence 
 were I to assume that in such matters I was his 
 inferior. You asked me why I prevented him : I 
 gave you the reason exactly and straightforwardly. 
 I now repeat it." 
 
 "Don't be so ready to fire up, young man," said 
 Crossley, with a deprecating smile. "I had no 
 intention of hurting your feelings." 
 
 
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Of THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 89 
 
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 f 
 
 
 "You have not hurt them, sir," returned Charlie, 
 with almost provoking urbanity of manner and 
 sweetness of voice, " you have only misunderstood 
 me." 
 
 " Woll. well, let it pass. Tell me, now. can T do 
 anything for you ? " 
 " Nothing, thank you." 
 
 "Eh ?" oxclaimed the old gentleman in surprise. 
 "Nothing, thank you," repeated his visitor. "I 
 did not save you for the purpose of being rewarded, 
 and I refuse to accept reward for sfving you." 
 < For a second or two Mr. Cropsley regarded his 
 visitor in silence, with a conflicting mixture of 
 frown and smile—a sort of acidulated-drop expres- 
 sion on his rugged face. Then he asked— 
 
 "What is the name of this friend whom you 
 prevented from swimming off to iis ? " 
 " Shank Leather." 
 
 " Is he a very great friend of yours ? " 
 "Very. We have been playmates from child- 
 hood, and school-fellows till now." 
 " What is he ?— his profession, I mean ? " 
 " Nothing at present. That is to say, he has, like 
 myself, been trained to no special profession, and 
 the failure of the firm in the counting-house of 
 which we have both served for some months has 
 cast us adrift at the same time." 
 
 "Would it give you much satisfaction if I were 
 to find good employment for your friend ? " 
 
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 40 
 
 CIIAKLIK TO T!fK UJUJCUE : A TALK 
 
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 Indeed it wimld—tho highest posHiblo Hutisfao. 
 tion," oxclairnod Charlie, with the Hrst symptom of 
 enthusiasm in his tone and look. 
 
 "What can your friend Shank Leather do?" 
 asked the old man bruyquely. 
 
 "Oh I many things. He's capital at figures, 
 thoroughly understands book-keeping, and— and is 
 a hard-working foUow, whatever ho puU his hand 
 to." 
 
 " Is he steady ? " 
 
 Charlie was silent for a few moments. 
 
 " Well, one cannot bo sure," he answered, with 
 some hesitation, " what meaning you attach to the 
 word 'steady.' I " 
 
 " Yes, yes, I see," interrupted Crossloy, consulting 
 his watch. " No time to discuss meanings of words 
 just now. Will you tell your friend to call on me 
 here the day after to-morrow at six o'clock ? You 
 live in Sealford, I have been told ; does he live near 
 you ? " 
 
 " Yes, within a few minutes' walk." 
 
 " Well, tell him to be punctual. Punctuality is 
 the soul of business. Hope I won't find your friend 
 as independent as you seem to be ! You are quite 
 sure, are you, that I can do nothing for you ? I have 
 both money and influence." 
 
 The more determined that our hero became to 
 decHne all offers of assistance from tho man who had 
 misconstrued hia mntivoa fim *v.«,.^ ^* .,-u^^:i... 
 
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 markod Iu8 mu.ni.r. u„d it was with a «milo of 
 noffublo goo<l.nat»ro on hi« rnaHculine foaturos that 
 ho ropcmtod, •• Nothing, thank you--quito euro. You 
 will havo done mo the groatost poaniblo aorvico 
 when you help my friend. Yet- stay. You men- 
 tioned money. There is an institution in which I 
 am much interested, and which you might appro- 
 priately remember just now." 
 "What is that?" 
 "The Lifeboat Institution." 
 "But it was not the Lifeboat Institution that 
 saved 7m. It was the Kockot apparatus." 
 
 "True, but it might have been a lifeboat that 
 saved you. The rockets are in charge of the Coast- 
 Guard and need no assistance, whereas the Lifeboat 
 Service depends on voluntary contributions, and the 
 fact that u did not happen to save Mr. Crossloy 
 from a grave in the sea does not affect its claim to 
 the nation's gratitude for the hundreds of lives 
 saved by its boats every year." 
 
 " Admitted, my young friend, your reasoning is 
 just," said the old gentleman, sitting down at a 
 writing table and taking a cheque-book from a 
 drawer ; " what shall I put down ? " 
 
 " You know your circumstances bept " mid Charlie, 
 somewhat amused by the question. 
 
 " Most people in ordinary circumstances," returned • 
 the old man slowly as he wrote, "contribute a Quints, 
 to such charities." 
 
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 CIIAllLIE TO THE KESCUK : A TALE 
 
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 "Many people," remarked Charlie, with a feeling 
 of pity rather than contempt, "contribute five, or 
 even fifteen." 
 
 "Ah, indeed— yes, well, Mr. Brooke, will you 
 condescend to bo the bearer of my contribution ? 
 Fourteen St. John St., Adelphi, is not far from this, 
 and it will save a penny of postage, you know ! " 
 
 Mr. Crossley rose and handed the cheque to his 
 visitor, who felt half disposed— on the strength of 
 the postage remark— to refuse it and speak his mind 
 somewhat freely on the subject, but, his eye hap- 
 pening to fall on the cheque at the moment, he 
 paused, 
 
 " You have made a mistake, I think," he said. 
 " This is for five hundred pounds." 
 
 "I make no mistakes, Mr. Brooke," returned the 
 old man sternly. " You said something about five or 
 fifteen. I could not well manage fifteen hundred 
 just now, for it is bad times in the city at present. 
 Indeed, according to some people, it is always bad 
 times there, and, to say truth, some people are not 
 far wrong— at least as regards their own experiences. 
 Now, I must be off to business. Good-bye. Don't 
 forget to impress on your friend the importance of 
 punctuality." 
 
 ^ Jacob Crossley held out his hand with an expres- 
 sion of affability which was for him quite mar- 
 vellous. 
 
 " You 're a much better man than I thought youl " 
 
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i 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 43 
 
 exclaimed Charlie, grasping the proffered hand with 
 a fervour that caused the other to wince. 
 
 "Young sir," returned Crossley, regarding the 
 fingers of his right hand somewhat pitifully, "people 
 whose physique is moulded on the pattern'of Sam- 
 son ought to bear in mind that rheumatism is not 
 altogether unknown to elderly men. Your opinion 
 of me was probably erroneous to begin with, and it 
 IS certainly false to end with. Let me advise you 
 to remember that the gift of money does not 
 necessarily prove anything except that a man has 
 money to give-nay, it does not always prove even 
 that, for many people are notoriously prone to give 
 away money that belongs to somebody else. Five 
 hundred pounds is to some men not of much more 
 importance than five pence is to others. Everythin^^ 
 is relative. Good-bye." ** 
 
 While he was speaking Mr. Crossley rang the bell 
 and politely opened the dining-room door, so that 
 our hero found himself in the street before he had 
 quite recovered from his astonishment. 
 
 "Please, sir," said Mrs. Bland to her master after 
 Charlie was gone, « Cap'en Stride is awaitin' in the 
 library." 
 
 "Send him here," said Crossley, once more con- 
 suiting his watch. 
 
 " Well, Captain Stride, I Ve had a talk with him," 
 
 he said, RPl an PYnpprlipfrl" l^r-^j--! \ ' ■ 1 -, 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 salt water, tar, and whiskers about him. " Sit down. 
 Have you made up your mind to take command of 
 the Walrus V 
 
 "Well, Mr. Crossley, since you *re so very good," 
 said the sea-captain with a modest look, "I had 
 
 feared that the loss o' " 
 
 "Never mind the loss of the brig. Captain. It 
 was no fault of yours that she came to grief. Other 
 ship-owners may do as they please. I shall take 
 the liberty of doing as / please. So, if you are 
 ready, the ship is ready. I have seen Captain 
 Stuart, and I find that he is down with typhoid 
 fever, poor fellow, and won't be fit for duty again for 
 many weeks. The Walrus must sail not later than 
 a week or ten days hence. She can't sail without a 
 captain, and I know of no better man than yourself; 
 so, if you agree to take command, there she is, if not 
 I '11 find another man." 
 
 "I'm agreeable, sir," said Captain Stride, with a 
 gratified, meek look on his large bronzed face— a 
 look so very different from the leonine glare with 
 which he was wont to regard tempestuous weather 
 or turbulent men. "Of course it'll come rather 
 sudden on the missus, but w'en it blows hard what 's 
 a man got to do but make all snug and stand by ? " 
 "Quite true. Stride. I have no doubt that you 
 are nautically as well as morally correct, so I leave 
 It to you to brinff round the mistress, and consider 
 that matter as settled. By the way, I hope that she 
 
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OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 45 
 
 and your little girl have not suffered from the wet- 
 ting and rough handling experienced when being 
 rescued." 
 
 "Not in the least, sir, thankee. In fact I incline 
 to the belief that they are rather more frisky than 
 usual in consekince. Leastwise little Maggie is." 
 " Glad to hear it. Now, about that young fellow." 
 " By which I s'pose you mean Mr. Brooke, sir ? " 
 "The same. He has just left me, and upon my 
 word, he 's about the coolest young fellow I ever 
 met with." 
 
 "That's just what I said to the missus, sir, the 
 very night arter we was rescued. * The way that 
 young feller come off, Maggie,' says I, 'is most 
 extraor'iiar'. No fish that ' " 
 
 "Yes, yes, Stride, I know, but that's not exactly 
 what I mean : it's his being so amazingly indepen- 
 dent that " 
 
 " 'Zactly what I said, sir. ' Maggie,' says I, ' that 
 young feller seemed to be quite independent of fin 
 or tail, for he came right off in the teeth 0' wind and 
 tide ' " 
 
 "That's not what I mean either, Captain," inter- 
 rupted the old gentleman, with slight impatience. 
 "It's hjs independent spirit I refer to." 
 
 " Oh ! I ax your pardon, sir." 
 
 " Well, now, listen, and don't interrupt me. But 
 
 first let me ask. does hfi Imc^v^ ^\^^ t ^^ fi-_ -^ 
 
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 " Yes ; he knows that." 
 "Does he know that I also own the JValnis:' 
 "No, I'm pretty sure he don't. Leastwise I 
 didn't tell him, an' there 's nobody else down there 
 as knows anything about you." 
 
 " So far, good. Now, Stride, I want you to help 
 me. The young goose is so proud, or I know not 
 what, that he won't accept any favours or rewards 
 from me, and I find that he is out of work just now 
 so I 'm determined to give him something to do in 
 spite of himself. The present supercargo of the 
 TFalrus is a young man who will be pleased to fall 
 in with anything I propose to him. I mean, there- 
 fore, to put him in another ship and appoint young 
 Brooke to the Walrus. Fortunately the firm of 
 Withers and Co. does not reveal my name-I 
 having been Co. originally, though I'm the firm 
 now, so that he won't suspect anything, and what 
 I want is, that you should do the engaging of him 
 —being authorised by Withers and Co.— you under- 
 stand ? " 
 
 " I follow you, sir. But what if he objects ? » 
 "He won't object. I have privately inquired 
 about him. He is anxious to get employment, and 
 has strong leanings to an adventurous life on the 
 sea. There 's no accounting for taste. Captain ! " 
 
 "Bight you are, sir," replied the Captain, with an 
 approving nod. "That's what I said only this 
 monnn' to my missus. ^ Maggie,' says I, ' salt water 
 
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 OP THE SEA AND THE BOOKIES. 47 
 
 hasn't a good taste, as even the stoopidest of mortals 
 knows, but w'en a man has had to lick it off his 
 lips at sea for the better part of half a century 
 It s astonishin- how he not only gits used to it,' 
 but even comes to like the taste of it.' 'Poohl' 
 says she, 'don't tell me you likes it, for you don't. 
 It all a dlusion an' a snare. I hates both the 
 taste an the smell of it.' -Maggie,' says I, quite 
 sjemn-hke, 'that maybe so, but you're not me.' 
 No, thank goodness ! ' says she-which you mustn't 
 suppose, sir, meant as she didn't like m., for she's 
 a true-hearted affectionate creetur-though I say it 
 as shouldn't-but she meant that she 'd have had to 
 go to sea reg-lar if she had been me, an' that would 
 
 for the first time she ever went she was all bu 
 turned inside " 
 
 "If you're going citywards," interrupted Mr 
 Crossley again pulling out his watch, «we may as' 
 weU finish our talk in the street " 
 
 As Captain Stride was "quite agreeable" to 
 his proposal, the two left the house together, and 
 haihng a hansom, drove off in the direction of the' 
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 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 DRIFTINQ ON THK ROCKS. 
 
 On the sea-shore, uot far from the spot where the 
 brig had been wrecked, Charlie Brooke and Shank 
 Leather walked up and down engaged in earnest 
 conversation soon after the interviews just described. 
 
 Very dififerent was the day from that on which 
 the wreck had taken place. It seemed almost 
 beyond possibility that the serene sky above, and 
 the calm, glinting ocean which rippled so softly at 
 their feet, could be connected with the same world 
 in which inky clouds and snowy foam and roaring 
 billows had but a short time before held high 
 revelry. 
 
 "Well, Charlie," said his friend, after a pause, "it 
 was very good of you, old boy, and I hope that Vll 
 do credit to your recommendation. The old man 
 seems a decent sort of chap, though . somewhat 
 cross-grained." 
 
 " He is kind-hearted, Shank ; I feel quite sure of 
 that, and hope sincerely that you will get on well 
 with him." 
 
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 OK TIIE SEA AND THE UOCKIES. 49 
 
 .pIT"* ''r''" '"^""^ ^«''^': "yo" don't 
 »eem to understand that the situation ho is to 
 
 get for me is not in connection with his own 
 busmess whatever that may be. It is in some 
 other Oty firm, the name of which he has not 
 yet mentioned. I can't myself understand why 
 he IS so close ! " ' 
 
 "Perhaps because he has been born with a secre- 
 tive nature," suggested Charlie. 
 
 "May bo so. However, that's no business of 
 mme, and It doesn't do to be too inquisitive when a 
 man is offering you a situation of two hundred a 
 year It would be like looking a gift-horse in the 
 mouth. All I care about is that I 'm to go to Ion- 
 don next week and begin work.-Wliy, you don't 
 seem pleased to hear of my good fortune," continued 
 Leather, turning a sharp look on his friend, who was 
 gazing gravely at the sand, in which he was poking 
 holes with his stick. ^ 
 
 "I congratulate you, Shank, with all my heart 
 and you know it, but-I'm soriy to find that you 
 are not to be in connection with Mr. Crossley him- 
 self, for there is more good in him than appears on 
 the surface. Did he then make no mention of the 
 nature of his own business ? " 
 
 " None whatever. To say truth, that mysterious- 
 ness or secrecy is the only point about the old fellow's 
 character that I don't like," said Leather, with a frnwn 
 of virtuous disapproval. '"All fair and above-board,' 
 
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50 
 
 CIIARME TO niK RESCUE: A TALE 
 
 
 I 
 
 
 that's my motto. Speak out your mind and foar 
 nothing ! " 
 
 At these noble sentiments a faint smile, if we may 
 say so, hovered somewhere in the recesses of Charlie 
 Brooke's interior, but not the quiver of a muscle 
 disturbed the solemnity of his face. 
 
 "The secrecy of his nature seems even to have 
 infected that skipper with — or rather by — whom he 
 was wrecked," continued Leather, " for when I asked 
 him yesterday about the old gentleman, he became 
 suddenly silent, and when I pressed him, he made 
 me a rigmarole speech something like this : ' Young 
 man, I make it a rule to know nothin' whatever 
 about my passengers. As I said only two days past 
 to my missus : " Maggie," says I, " it 's of no use your 
 axin' me. My passengers' business is their business, 
 and my business is mine. All I 've got to do is to 
 sail my ship, an* see to it that I land my passengers 
 in safety." ' 
 
 " ' You made a pretty mess of your business, then, 
 the last trip,' said I, for I was bothered with his 
 obvious determination not to give me any informa- 
 tion." 
 
 "'Eight you are, young man,' said he, 'and it 
 would have been a still prettier mess if your friend 
 Mr. Brooke hadn't come off wi' that there line ! ' " 
 
 " I laughed at this and recovered my temper, but 
 I could pump nothing more out of him. Perhaps 
 
 J pump. — But now tell me, how 
 
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 all c 
 
 worli 
 
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 incai 
 
 himst 
 
 Cross 
 
 moti\ 
 
 acccp 
 
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 "H 
 
 der in 
 
 pride '. 
 
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 Perhaj 
 
 nised." 
 
 "Th 
 
 be reco 
 
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 could E 
 
 Shan 
 
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 probed 
 
 deal of 
 
 togethei 
 
 of chare 
 
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 vanity i] 
 
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 ia it--for 1 cannot undorstand-that you refused 
 all ofTors to vouraolf? Vn„ reruseu 
 
 mcaiuble of g.va,g you an answer as Captain Stride 
 himself. Yo„ eeo. during our conversation Mr 
 Crossley attributed mea„-at al, events ~1 
 n t,ves to ,„, and somehow I felt that I J2Lt 
 
 Z Z 'r " f •"' '""«'» J-' "'en. I SUSP 
 I was too hasty. I fear it was false prido " 
 
 Ha ! ha ! " laughed Leather ; « • pride ' ! I won- 
 ;'ri^''""^^'^''-'''-°^^-'>^« corpus z 
 
 PpZ"V- """'^ ''"°^- ^' »"«' ^ pretty deep 
 2r '' " ^"S^"-'. -J cannot be Lly'reeog-' 
 
 "That last is true, Charlie. Assuredly it can't 
 be recognised, for it 's not there at all. Why if J „ 
 had been born with a scrap of false pride yo^ and i 
 could never have been friends-for I hate it r- 
 Shank Leather in saying this had hit the nail 
 
 deal Of the friendship whi:hrwthte";„:gC 
 
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 ism, ine ratchetq nf ooifir,i _ , 
 
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 vamty ,n Shank fitting easily into the'plioi o! 
 
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 good-will and modesty which characterised his 
 friend, so that there waa no jarring in their inter- 
 course. This alone would not, perhaps, have induced 
 the strong fricndsliip that existed if it had not been 
 coupled with their intimacy from childhood, and 
 if Brooke had not been particularly fond of Shank's 
 invalid mother, and recognised a few of her good 
 characteristics faintly reproduced in her son, while 
 Shank fully appreciated in Charlie that amiable 
 temperament which inclines its happy possessor to 
 sympathise much with others, to talk little of self, 
 to beUevo all things and to hope all things, to the 
 verge almost of infantine credulity. 
 
 "Well, well," resumed Charlie, with a laugh, 
 " however that may be, I did decline Mr. Crossley's' 
 offers, but it does not matter much now, for that 
 same worthy captain who bothered you so much has 
 told me of a situation of which he has the gift, and 
 has offered it to me." 
 
 " You don't say so ! Is it a good one ? " 
 " Yes, and well paid, I 'm told, though I don't 
 know the exact amount of the salary yet." 
 " And have you accepted ? " 
 I' I have. Mother agreed, after some demur, that 
 it is better than nothing, so, like you, I begin work 
 in a few days." 
 
 "Well now, how strangely tMngs do happen some- 
 limes ! " said Leather, stopping and looking out sea- 
 ward, where the remains of the brig could still be 
 
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 Of THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 53 
 
 distinguished on the rocks that had fixed hor doom 
 "But for that fortunate wreck and our saving the 
 people in her, you and I might still have been 
 whistling in the mnks of the Great Unen.ployod ! 
 —And what sort of a situation is it, Charlie ? " 
 ^ "You will smile, perhaps, when I toll you. It 
 IS to act as supercargo of the Wa'rua, which ia 
 commanded by Captain Stride himself." 
 
 Young Leather's countenance fell "Why 
 Charlie," he said, "that means that you're mm 
 away to sea 1 " -^ © b 
 
 " I fear it does." 
 
 "Soon?" 
 
 " In a week or two." 
 
 For some little time Leather did not speak. The 
 news fell upon him with a shock of disagreeable 
 surprise, for, apart from the fact that he really loved 
 his friend, he was somehow aware that there were 
 not many other young men who cared much for 
 himself~in regard to which he was not a little sur- 
 prised, for it never occurred to him that egotism 
 and selfishness had anything to do with the coolness 
 of his friends, or that none but men like our hero 
 with sweet tempers and self-forgetting dispositions' 
 could by any possibility put up with him. 
 
 " Who are the owners of the Walrus, Charlie ?" he 
 asked, as they turned into the lane that led from 
 the beanh tn thn ^riiio^'o 
 
 "Withers and Co. of London." 
 
 
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 " H'm— don't know them. They must bo trustful 
 fellows, however, to take a captain into their employ 
 who has just lost his vessel." 
 
 "They have not Uken him into their employ" 
 said Charlie. '• Captain Stride tells me he has been 
 in their service for more than a .[uurter of a cen- 
 tury, and they exonerate him from all blame in the 
 loss of the brig. It does seem odd to me, however 
 that ho should bo appointed so imn.cdiately to n 
 new ship, but, as you remarked, that 's none of my 
 business. Come. 1 '11 go in with you and congratu- 
 late your mother and May on your appointment." 
 -^Thoy had reached the door of SImnk Leather's 
 house by that lime. It was a poor-Iookiug house in 
 a poor side street or blind alley of the village, the 
 haunt of riotous children during the day-time, and of 
 maddening cats at night. Stray dogs now and then 
 invaded the alley, but, for the most part, it was to 
 c^nldren and cats that the region was given over. 
 Here, for the purpose of enabling the proverbial 
 two ends' to "meet," dwelt a considerable popula- 
 tion m houses of diminutive size and small accom- 
 modation. A few of these were persons who, havin<- 
 "seen better days," were anxious to hide their 
 poverty and existence from the "friends" of those 
 better days. There was likewise a sprinkling of 
 .ndmduals and families who, having grown callous 
 to the sorrows of earth, had reached that condition 
 
 wnerein thfi moofi"*'"- -* *^i--i ^- ■> • 
 
 --''"'6 "* «'"e iwo enas m a matter of 
 
OF THE SEA AND THK TlOCKim. 60 
 
 oomparativo indiirerenoo, because thoy never mot. 
 aiKl wero never more expected to meet~the blank 
 annually loft gaping, being filled np. somehow, by 
 a sort of compromise between bankruptcy, charity 
 ond starvation. ■" 
 
 To the second of these the Leather fan.ily be- 
 longed. They had been brought to their sad condi- 
 tion by that prolific source of human misery-the 
 bottle. ^ 
 
 To do the family justice, it was only the father 
 who had succumbed. He had been a gentleman • 
 he was now a sot. His wife-delicate owing to' 
 bad treatment, sorrow, and iusuflicient nourishment 
 —was, ever had been, and ever would be, a lady and 
 a Christian. Owing to the last priceless condition 
 she was still alive. It is despair that kills, and 
 despair had been banished from her vocabulary ever 
 since she had laid down the arms of her rebellion 
 and accepted the Saviour of mankind as her guide 
 and consolation. 
 
 But sorrow, suffering, toil had not departed when 
 the demon despair fled away. They had, however 
 been wonderfully lightened, and one of the brightest 
 gleams of hope in her sad life was that she might 
 possibly be used as the means of saving her hus- 
 band. There were other gleams of light, however 
 one of the brightest of them being that May, her 
 '^"i- daughter, was lovinc and 8vinm<-.hAh-n_ '. .. 
 sometimes expressed it, "as good as gold." 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 But there was also a very dark spot in her life- 
 Shank, her only son, was beginning to show a ten- 
 dency to tread in his father's steps. 
 
 Many golden texts were enshrined in the heart of 
 poor Mrs. Leather, and not a few of these-painted 
 by the hand of May-hung on the walls of their 
 little sitting-room, but the word to which she turned 
 her eyes in seasons of profoundest obscurity, and 
 which served her as a sheet-anchor in the midst of 
 the wildest storms, was, " Hope thou in God, for 
 thou Shalt yet praise Him." And alongside of that 
 text, whenever she thought of it or chanced to look 
 at it, there invariably flashed another : «' Immanuel 
 God with us." 
 
 May and her mother were alone when the youn^r 
 men entered ; the former was at her lessons, the 
 latter busy with knitting-needles. 
 
 Knitting was the means by which Mrs. Leather, 
 with constant labour and inexhaustible perseverance' 
 managed to fill up the gap between the before-men- 
 tioned "two ends," which her dissolute husband 
 failed to draw together. She could read -or assist 
 May with her lessons, while her delicate fingers 
 working below the table, performed miraculous gyra- 
 tions with steel and worsted. To most male minds, 
 we presume, this is utterly incomprehensible. It is 
 well not to attempt the description of that which 
 one dce:« not understand. The good lady knitted 
 
 socks and stockings, and mittens and cuffs 
 
 and 
 
 

 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 57 
 
 comforters, and other things, in absolutely over- 
 whelming quantities, so that the accumulation in 
 the press in which she stored them was at times 
 quite marvellous. Yet that press never quite filled 
 up, owing to the fact that there was an incurable 
 leak in it-a sort of secret channel-through which 
 the products of her toil flowed out nearly as fast as 
 she poured them in. 
 
 ^ This leak in the worsted press, strange to say 
 increased wonderfully just after the wreck described 
 m a previous chapter, and the rivulet to which it 
 gave rise flowed in the direction of the back-door of 
 the house, emptying itself into a reservoir which 
 a ways took the form of a little elderly lady, with a 
 plam but intensely lovable countenance, who liad 
 been, perhaps still was, governess in a family in a 
 neighbouring town where Mrs. Leather had spent 
 some of her « better days." Her name was MoUoy 
 Like a burglar Miss Molloy came in a stealthy 
 manner at irregular intervals to the back-door of 
 the house, and swept the press of its contents, made 
 them up into a bundle of enormous size, and carried 
 them off on the shoulders of an appropriately dis- 
 reputable blackguard boy-as Shank called him- 
 whom she retained for the purpose. Unlike a bur- 
 glar, however. Miss Molloy did not « bolt with the 
 swag," but honestly paid for everything, from the 
 Imgest pair of gentlemen's fishing socks to the 
 smallest pair of children's cuffs. 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 What Miss Molloy did with this perennial flow of 
 woollen work, whom she came from, where she went 
 to, who discovered her, and why she did it, were 
 subjects of inquiry which baffled investigation, and 
 always simmered in the minds of Shank and May, 
 though the mind of Mrs. Leather herself seemed 
 to be little if at all exercised by it. At all 
 events she was uncommunicative on the point, and 
 her children's curiosity was never gratified, for the 
 mother was obdurate, and, torture being illegal 
 at that time in England, they had no means °of 
 compelling disclosure. It was sometimes hinted by 
 Shank that their little dog Scraggy-appropriately 
 named I~knew more than he chose to tell about 
 the subject, for he was generaUy present at the half- 
 secret interviews, and always closed the scene with 
 a sham but furious assault on the ever contemptuous 
 blackguard boy. But Scraggy was faithful to his 
 trust, and revealed nothing. 
 
 " I can't tell you how glad I am, Mrs. Leather, 
 about Shank's good fortune," said Charlie, with a 
 gentle shake of the hand, which Mr. Crossley would 
 have appreciated. Like the Nasmyth steam-ham- 
 mer, which flattens a ton of iron or gently cracks a 
 hazel-nut, our Herculean hero could accommodate 
 himself to circumstances ; « as your son says, it has 
 been a lucky wreck for us" 
 
 "Lucky indeed for Am," responded the lady, 
 instantly resuming her knitting, which she generall'y 
 
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 or THE SEA AND THE ROOKIES. 59 
 
 kept down near her lap, well hidden by the tabl« 
 whde she looked at her visitor and talked. " burnot 
 very pleasant for those who have lost by It " 
 
 Pooh I mother, nobody has lost by "it" said 
 Jl.ank zn h,s free-and-easy style. " The owne 3 
 don t lose, because of course it was insured and to 
 Insurance Companies caz^'t be said to lo': for the 
 
 han the losing of a pin would be felt by y7urse " 
 and the captam won't lose-except a few sea 'ar 
 ■nentP and things o' that kind-L he Ta,? 
 appointed to another ship already Bv ^ 
 -he, that reminds me L C^e hi Is';;:^' 
 
 Stride feels so gi-ateful that he has offered him tZ 
 situation of supercargo in his new ship " 
 
 a s^dVen'st"""- ^"'t"' '^"'''-S--^'- came to 
 
 sudden stop, and she looked inquirin<.lv it hpv 
 young friend. So did May. "^ ' 
 
 " Have you accepted it ? " 
 
 "Well, yes. I have." 
 
 "I'm so sorry," said May 
 Shank will do without you " 
 
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 returned home. "^ °^ '"' '«'"^« ''"^ 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 With sudden interest in worsted fabrics, which he 
 was far from feeling, Charlie Brooke turned his 
 back to the door, and, leaning forward, took up an 
 end of the work with which the knitter was busy. 
 
 " That 's an extremely pretty pattern, Mrs. 
 Leather. Does it take you long to make things of 
 the kind ?" 
 
 "Not long j I—I make a good many of them." 
 She said this with hesitation, and with her eyes 
 fixed on the doorway, through the opening of which 
 her husband thrust a shaggy disheveled head, with 
 dissipation stamped on a countenance which had 
 evidently been handsome once. 
 
 But Charlie saw neither the husband's head nor 
 the poor wife's gaze, for he was still bending over 
 the worsted-work in mild admiration. 
 
 Under the impression that he had not been 
 observed, Mr. Leather suddenly withdrew hio head, 
 and was heard to stumble up-stairs under the guid- 
 ance of May. Then the bang of a door, followed by 
 a shaking of the slimly-built house, suggested the 
 idea that the poor man had flung himself on his bed. 
 "Shank Leather," said Charlie Brooke, that same 
 night as they strolled on the sea-shore, " you gave 
 expression to some sentiments to-day which I 
 highly approved of. One of them was ' Speak out 
 your mind, and fear nothing ! ' I mean to do so 
 now, and expect that you will not be hurt by my 
 following your advice." 
 
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 tone. 
 
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 "I 
 
 other, 
 
 hope! 
 
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 are soc 
 
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 and cl 
 
 father'; 
 
 don't ti 
 
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 Kemem 
 
 advised 
 
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 Leather; 
 
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 "Well?" exclaimed Shank, with a dubious 
 glance, for he disliked the seriousness of his frleZ 
 
 "Your father " began Charlie. 
 
 oth'ef « T f "'' T\ """•' *^"-" ■•"«""P'«d the 
 other. I know all that you can say. His case is 
 hope ess and I can't bear to speak about it " 
 
 We I won't speak about him, though I cannot 
 agree w.th you that his case is hopeless. But it s 
 yourself that I wish to speak about. You and I 
 
 -It may be for ever. Now I must speak out my 
 mnd before I go. My old playmate, Lool-feUoT 
 and chum, you have begun to walk in your poo 
 fathers f„„tsteps, and you may be sure that if you 
 dont turn round all your hopes will be blasted-at 
 east for this life-perhaps also for tha wMcH 
 to come. Now don't be ang,y or hurt. Shank 
 ^member that you not only encouraged me b".t 
 advised me to speak out my mind." 
 
 "Yes, but I did not advise you to form a false 
 unchantable judgment of your chum," return d 
 Leather, with a dash of bitterness in hi tone i 
 
 admit that I '1. fond of a social glass, and hat I 
 sometimes, though rarely, take a liMle-a very Me 
 
 veiy different trom being a drunkard, which you 
 appear to assume that I am." 
 "Nay, Shank, I don't assume that. What I 
 
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62 
 
 CIIAHLIR TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 said was that you are h6ginning to walk in your 
 dear father's footsteps. No man ever yet became a 
 drunkard without heginning. And I feel certain 
 that no man ever, when beginning, had the most 
 distant intention or expectation of becoming a 
 drunkard. Your danger, dear old fellow, lies in 
 your not seeing the danger. You admit that you 
 like a social glass. Shank, I candidly make the 
 same admission— I like it,— but after seeing your 
 father, and hearing your defence, the danger has 
 been so deeply impressed on me, that from this 
 hour I resolve, God helping me, never more to taste 
 a social glass." 
 
 " WeU, Charlie, you know yourself best," returned 
 his friend airily, "and if you think yourself in so 
 great danger, of course your resolve is a very pru- 
 dent one ; but for myself, I admit that I see no 
 danger, and I don't feel any particular weakness 
 of will in regard to temptation." 
 
 "Ah, Shank, you remind me of an eccentric old 
 lady I have heard of who was talking with a friend 
 about the difficulties of life. 'My dear,' said the 
 fnend, 'I do find it such a difficult thing to 
 resist temptation-don't you?' 'No,' replied'' the 
 eccentric old lady, 'I don't, for I never resist temp- 
 tation, I always give way to it ! '" 
 
 "I can't quite make out how your anecdote 
 applies to me, Charlie." 
 
 " Don't you see ? Yov. feel no wfifl.knp«fl nf «„-n ;,, 
 

 or rilE SEA AMI) THE ROCKIES, ^3 
 
 regard to temptation because you never give your 
 wm an opportunity of resieting it. You always give 
 way to ,t. You ace. I am speaking out my mind 
 freely— as you have advised I " 
 
 fear nothing else you would not risk a quarrel by 
 domg so. But really, my boy, it's of no use your 
 tubling your head on that subject, for I feel quite 
 -Je._and I don't mean to give in, so there's an end 
 
 Our hero persevered notwithstanding, and for 
 some time onger sought to eonvinee or'move £ 
 friend bo h by earnest appeal and light pleasantry, 
 but to all appearance without success, although he 
 reduced him to silence. He left him at last and 
 went h„„e meditating on the truth of the pr;verb 
 that a man convinced against his will is of the 
 same opinion stiU." 
 
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 CHArTER V. 
 
 ALL THINGS TO ALL MEN. 
 
 Under the inlluenco of favouring breezes and 
 bright skies the Walrus swept gaily over the ocean 
 at the beginning of her voyage, with " stuns'ls alow 
 and aloft, royals and sky-scrapers," according to 
 Captain Stride. At least, if these were not the 
 exact words he used, they express pretty well what 
 he meant, namely, a " cloud of canvas." 
 
 But this felicitous state of things did not last. 
 The tropics were reached, where calms prevailed 
 with roasting heat. The Southern Atlantic was 
 gained, and gales were met with. The celebrated 
 Cape was doubled, and the gales, if we may say so, 
 were trebled. The Indian Ocean was crossed, and 
 the China Seas were entered, where typhoons blew 
 some of the sails to ribbons, and snapped off the top- 
 masts like pipe-stems. Then she sailed into the 
 great Pacific, and for a time the Walrus sported 
 pleasantly among the coral islands. 
 
 During all this time, and amid all these changes, 
 Charlie Brooke, true to his character, was the 
 
 
OF THE SEA AND TIIE ROCKIFS. g, 
 
 busiest and most active man on boarf Not th»f 
 
 h-s own special duties gave l.im much to d„ t 
 
 until the vessel should reach nort fh ' 
 
 light ; but our hero JT-,^ ' '" """'" ™"«'' 
 
 ft , wut um "ero— -as Stride exn^es^Pf^ i«- «,« i. 
 
 always be doinrr" if u, , ;^P'^^««e^ »t-«must 
 
 Brooke's te^de,! y to m t ""^^1"ence of young 
 voluntarily to thiCrVe'lrkT "' .rT " 
 vations with the captain. ZTlaJt tt 
 
 learned to knot and stJice andTo '"'P'"'*'"' 
 
 f»,« u . . , splice, and to sew canvas with 
 
 nl o: r'^' •="'-"'«°'^<' '--'•■yandLi:^': 
 
 ingiy on the preparation of food wif h tha . i \ 
 
 " txie caom. He was a splendid lisfcpnpr 
 be.ng much more anxious to ascertain el ly the 
 
 ;Lrte.~'**°"°^^<''''«' Charlie was 
 
 of It tindTf .'"'" '° ^'^^''"^ -^»-«- 
 
 learned a hS .'" "''''''''"^' ""'^'^ «' home, 
 
 leainea a little rou»h-anf] fnmKi^ 
 
 „,. ,^ *""o" ana-tumble surererv witli n 
 
 slight smattering of m^dicinp Tf ' 
 
 hnf if ^..„H - ? ">^licine. It was not much. 
 
 "■" - ^^-v.d .u .e useful as far as it went, and his 
 
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66 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 ii I 
 
 "little knowledge" was not "dangerous," because he 
 modiisUr refused to go a single step beyond it in 
 tho \\ ay of practice, unless, indeed, he was urgently 
 pressed to do so by his ^jatients. In virtue of his 
 attainments, real and supposed, he came to be re- 
 cognised as thp doctor of the ship, for the l^alms 
 carried no medical man. 
 
 "Look here, Brooke," said tho only passenger 
 on board — a youth of somewhat delicate con- 
 stitution, who was making the voyage for the 
 sake of his health, — "I've got horrible toothache. 
 D'you think you can do anything for me ?" 
 
 "Let's have a look at it," said Charlie, with 
 kindly interest, though he felt half inclined to 
 smile at the intensely lugubrious expression of the 
 youth's face. 
 
 "Why, Ray wood, that is indeed a bad tooth; 
 nothing that I know of will improve it. There 's 
 a cavern in it big and black enough to call to 
 remembrance the Black Hole of Calcutta! A 
 red-hot wire might destroy the nerve, but I never 
 saw one used, and should not like to try it." 
 
 "Horrible!" exclaimed Ray wood. "I've been 
 mad with pain all the morning, and can't afiford to 
 be driven madder. Perhaps, somewhere or other in 
 the ship there may be a — a — thingumy." 
 
 " A whatumy ? " inquired the other. 
 
 "A key, or— or— pincers," groaned Ray wood, "for 
 extracting— oh ! man, couldn't you pull it out ? " 
 
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 "Easily." said Churlio. with a „„ile. ..iVo got 
 a pair of forceps-ulways carry the,,, in case of 
 need but never use tl.em unless the patient is 
 very bad, and muti have it out." 
 
 Poor Itaywood protested, with another groan, that 
 Ins was a case in point, and it ,nust come ont; so 
 Charhe sought for and found his forcei '• 
 
 "It won't take long, I suppose 1" said the patient 
 rather nervously, as he opened his mouth. ■ 
 
 "Oh no. Only a moment or " 
 
 A fearful yell, followed by a gasp, announced to 
 the whole sh.p-3 company that a crisis of some sort 
 had been passed by some one, and the expert though 
 amateur dentist congratulated his patient on L 
 deliverance from the enemy. 
 
 Witt? '^7 "' "■* ""P'^ """"^'"y- ^°^'>^''' I""! 
 witnessed the operation. One was Dick Darvall 
 
 the seaman who chanced to be steering at the time' 
 
 and who could see through the open skylight what 
 
 was being enacted in the cabin. Another was the 
 
 captain, who stood beside him. The third was the 
 
 cabm-boy, Will Ward, who chanced to be cleaning 
 
 .ome brasses about the skylight at the time, and 
 
 was transfixed by what we may style delightfully. 
 
 honible sensations. These three watched the pro- 
 
 eeedings with profound interest, some sympathy 
 
 and not a little amusement. ^' 
 
 "Mind your helm, Darvall," said the Captain, 
 
 stiHin&ralaiiah aafVia -.rrvii i? i . , 
 
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 St on his ears. 
 
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 "Ay, ay, sir," reflponcied tho seaman, bringiug 
 \m mind bock to his duty, as ho bestowed a wink 
 on tho brass-polishing cabin-boy. 
 
 "He's up to everything," said Darvall in a low 
 voice, referring to our hero. 
 
 " From pitch -and- toss to manslaughter," responded 
 the boy, with a broad grin. 
 
 " I do believe, Mr. Brooke, that you can turn your 
 hand to anything," said Captain Stride, as Charlie 
 came on deck a few minutes later. " Did you ever 
 study doctoring or surgery ? " 
 
 "Not regularly," answered Charlie; "but oc- 
 casionally I 'vo had the chance of visiting hospitals 
 and dissecting-rooms, besides hearing lectures on 
 anatomy, and I have taken advantage of my oppor- 
 tunities. Besides, I'm fond of mechanics; and 
 tooth-drawing is somewhat mechanical. Of course 
 I make no pretension to a knowledge of regular 
 dentistry, which involves, I believe, a scientific and 
 prolonged education." 
 
 "May be so, Mr. Brooke," returned the captain, 
 "but your knowledge seems deep and extensive 
 enough to me, for, except in the matter o' navigation, 
 I haven't myself had much schoolin', but I do like to 
 see a fellow that can use his hands. As I said to 
 my missus, not two days before I left 'er : ' Maggie,' 
 says I, ' a man that can't turn his hands to anything 
 ain't worth his salt. For why? He 's useless at sea, 
 an', by consequence, can't be of much value on land.'" 
 
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 "Your reasoning ,, unan.wemblo," rctwued 
 Charlie, with a laugli. ^ 
 
 " N»t .0 auro o' that," rejoined tho captain, with 
 « modestly dubiou, shako of hi. hea.1; ■• leastwise 
 however unanswerable it may be, my missus alway, 
 manages to answer it— somehow." 
 
 At that moment one of tho sailors came aft to 
 relieve the man-at-the-wheel. 
 
 Dick Darvall was a grave, tall, dark, and hand, 
 some man of about five-and-twen-y. with a huge 
 black beard, as line a seaman as one couhl wish to 
 .eo standing at a ship's helm, but he limped when 
 lie left his post and went forward. 
 
 "How's the leg to-day, Darvall 1" asked young 
 Brooke, as the man passed. 
 "Better, sir, tliankee." 
 
 "That's weU. I 'II change the dressing in half- 
 nn-hour. Don't disturb it till I co „e." 
 "Thankee, sir, I won't." 
 
 "Now then, Eaywood." said Charlie, desceudin- 
 to he cabin, where his patient was already busy 
 reading Maury's Pky^cal Geography of tlu Sea, 
 lot s have a look at the gum." 
 "Oh, it 's all right," said Eaywood. " U you know, 
 I think ono of the uses of severe pain is to make 
 one inexpressibly thankful for the mere absence of 
 It. Of course there is a little sensation of pain 
 eft which might make me growl at other times, but 
 . ^ .....,^, uvuiiuiiuuic now by contrast ! " 
 
 

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 " There is profound sagacity in your observations," 
 returned Charlie, as he gave the gum a squeeze that 
 for a moment or two removed the comfort ; " there, 
 now, don't suck it, else you '11 renew the bleeding. 
 Keep your mouth shut." 
 
 With this caution the amateur dentist left the 
 cabin, and proceeded to the fore-part of the vessel. 
 In passing the steward's pantry a youthful voice 
 arrested him. 
 
 " Oh, please, sir," said Will Ward, the cabin-boy, 
 advancing with a slate in his hand, " I can't make 
 out the sum you set me yesterday, an' I 'm quite 
 sure I've tried and tried as hard as ever I could to 
 understand it." 
 
 "Let me see," said his friend, taking the slate 
 and sitting down on a locker. "Have you read 
 over the rule carefully ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, I have, a dozen times at least, but it 
 won't come right," answered the boy, with wrinkles 
 enough on his young brow to indicate the very 
 depths of puzzlement. 
 
 "Fetch the book. Will, and let's examine it." 
 
 The book was brought, and at his teacher's re- 
 quest the boy read : — 
 
 "Add the interest to the principal, and then 
 multiply by " 
 
 " Multiply?" said Charlie, interrupting. " Look! " 
 He pointed to the sum on the slate, and repeated 
 " multiply." 
 
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 " Oh ! " exclaimed the cabin-boy, with a gasp of 
 reli3f and wide-open eyes, " I Ve divided 1 " 
 
 " That 's so, Will, and there 's a considerable differ- 
 ence between division and multiplication, as you '11 
 find all through life," remarked the teacher, with a 
 peculiar lift of his eyebrows, as he handed back the 
 slate and went on his way. 
 
 More than once in his progress "for'ard" he was 
 arrested by men who wished him to give advice, or 
 clear up difficulties in reference to subjects which 
 his encouragement or example had induced them to 
 take up, and to these claims on his attention or 
 assistance he accorded such a ready and cheerful 
 response that his pupils felt it to be a positive 
 pleasure to appeal to him, though they each pro- 
 fessed to regret giving him " trouble." The boat- 
 swain, who was an amiable though gruff man in his 
 way, expressed pretty well the feelings of the ship's 
 company towards our hero when he said : " I tell 
 you, mates, I 'd sooner la rubbed up the wrong way, 
 an' kicked down the fore hatch by Mr. Brooke, than 
 I 'd be smoothed or buttered by anybody else." 
 
 At last the fo'c'sl was reached, and there our 
 surgeon found his patient, Dick Darvall, awaiting 
 him. The stout seaman's leg had been severely 
 bruised by a blcck which had fallen from aloft and 
 struck it during one of the recent gales. 
 
 " A good deal better to-day," said Charlie. " Does 
 it pain you much ? " 
 
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 " Not nearly as much as it did yesterday, sir. It 's 
 my opinion that I '11 be all right in a day or two. 
 Seems t 
 about it. 
 
 me outrageous to make so much ado 
 
 " If we didn't take care of it, my man, it might 
 cost you your limb, and we can't afford to bury 
 such a well-made member before its time! You 
 must give it perfect rest for a day or two. I '11 
 speak to the captain about it." 
 
 " I 'd rather you didn't, sir," objected the seaman. 
 "I feel able enough to go about, and my mates '11 
 think I 'm shirkin' dooty." 
 
 " There 's not a man a-board as '11 think that o' 
 Dick Darvall," growled the boatswain, who had just 
 entered and heard the last remark. 
 
 "Eight, bo's'n," said Brooke, "you have well ex- 
 pressed the thought that came into my own head." 
 
 "Have ye seen Samson yet, air?" asked the 
 boatswain, with an unusually grave look. 
 
 " No ; I was just going to inquire about him. No 
 worse, I hope ? " 
 
 " I think he is, sir. Seems to me that he ain't 
 long for this world. The life 's bin too much for 
 him : he never was cut out for a sailor, an' he takes 
 things so much to heart that I do believe worry is 
 doin' more than work to drive him on the rocks." 
 
 " I '11 go and see h im at once," said our hero. 
 
 Fred Samson, the sick man referred to, had been 
 put into a swing-cot in a berth amidships to give 
 
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 him as much rest as possible. To all appearance 
 he was slowly dying of consumption. When Brooke 
 entered he was leaning on one elbow, gazing wist- 
 fully through the port-hole close to his head. His 
 countenance, on which the stamp of death was 
 evidently imprinted, was unusually refined for one 
 m his station in Ufe. 
 
 " I'm glad you have come, Mr. Brooke," he said 
 slowly, as his visitor advanced and took his thin 
 hand. 
 
 "My poor fellow," said Charlie, in a tone of low 
 but tender sympathy, «I wish with all my heart I 
 could do you any good." 
 
 " The sight of your kind face does me good " 
 returned the sailor, with a pause for breath between 
 almost every other word. "I don't want you to 
 doctor me any more. I feel that I 'm past that, but 
 1 want to P:Tve you a message and a packet for my 
 mother. Of course you will be in London when • 
 you return to England. Will you find her out and 
 deliver the packet ? It contains only the Testament 
 she gave me at parting and a letter." 
 
 "My dear fellow-you may depend on me" 
 rephed Brooke earnestly. « Where does she live ? '" 
 
 ''In Whitechapel. The full address is on the 
 packet. The letter enclosed tells all that I have to 
 say." 
 
 " But you spoke of a message," said Brooke, seeing 
 that he paused and shut his oimc 
 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " Yes, yes," returned the dying man eagerly, " I 
 forgot. Give her my dear love, and say that my 
 last thoughts were of herself and God. She always 
 feared that I was trusting too much in myself— in 
 my own good resolutions and reformation; so I 
 have been— but that 's past. Tell her that God in 
 His mercy has snapped that broken reed altogether, 
 and enabled me to rest my soul on Jesus." 
 
 As the dying man was much exhausted by his 
 efforts to speak, his visitor refrained from asking 
 more questions. He merely whispered a comforting 
 text of Scripture and left him apparently sinking 
 
 into a state of repose. 
 Then, having bandaged the finger of a man who 
 
 had carelessly cut himself while using his knife 
 
 aloft, Charlie returned to the cabin to continue an 
 
 interrupted discussion with the first mate on the 
 
 subject of astronomy. 
 From all which it will be seen that our hero's 
 
 tendencies inclined him to be as much as possible 
 
 " all things to all men." 
 
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 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 BiSAsran, siinvATioH, akd Diaiii, 
 The least observant of mortals muat have 
 frequently been impressed with the fact that events 
 
 often Sf °' '" ''PP"*""^ *"«'»g -J-^iption 
 iTsulL '"°°'«'"<'««-=o'netimes tremendous 
 
 to fnT "^rV"! '"''""'""' ""f "■« ^"''■dents referred 
 
 the Pacific Ocean were drawing towards the com- 
 pletron of a buildiug on which they had been 
 engaged for a long time. Li':e some lighthouses 
 
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 surface of tlie sea that the Walrm chanced to draw 
 near to it, but no one on board was aware of the 
 existence of that coral-reef, for up to the period we 
 write of it had failed to attract the attention of 
 chart-makers. 
 
 The vessel was bowling along at a moderate rate 
 over a calm sea, for the light breeze overhead that 
 failed to ruffle the water filled her topsails. Had 
 the wind been stormy a line of breakers would have 
 indicated the dangerous reef. As it was there was 
 nothing to tell that the good ship was rushing on 
 her doom till she struck with a violent shock and 
 remained fast. 
 
 Of course Captain Stride was equal to the emer- 
 gency. By the quiet decision with which he went 
 about and gave his orders he calmed the fears of 
 such of his crew as were apt to " lose their heads " 
 in the midst of sudden catastrophe. 
 
 "Lowor away the boats, lads. We'll get her 
 off right away," he said, in a quick but quiet 
 tone. 
 
 Charlie Brooke, being a strong believer in strict 
 discipline, at once ran to obey the order, accom- 
 panied by the most active among the men, while 
 others ran to slack off the sheets and low^.r the 
 topsails. 
 
 In a few minutes nearly all the men were in the 
 boats, with hawsers fixed to the stern of the vessel, 
 doing their uttermost to pull her off. 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. JJ 
 
 Charlie had been ordered to remain on deck when 
 the crew took to the boats. 
 
 •■Come here, Mr. Brooke, I want you," said the 
 _Capta.n leading his young Triend to tke 1 n 
 
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 she don t move in a few minutes, I -11 try wha 
 
 i'eavmg out some o' the cargo will do. As super 
 
 cargo, you know where ifs all stowed, so, if yT' , 
 
 pmt out to me which is the least valooaMe, an' a 
 
 he same t:me heaviest part of it. I -11 send vhe ma e 
 
 and four men to git it on deck. But to tell you the 
 
 t^th even if we do git her off I don't think she 1 
 
 float. She's an oldish craft, not fit to have he 
 
 bottom rasped on coral rocks. But we'll soon 
 
 See. 
 
 Charlie could not help observing that there was 
 somethmg peculiarly sad in the Le of the 2 
 mans voice. Whether it was that the poor capta n 
 knew the case to be utterly hopeless, or that he%^s 
 overwhelmed by this calamity coming upon him so 
 
 nTteit T: rf "' ''' '^' ^•>'P:CiLlie tuld 
 not ten, but he had no time to think, for after he had 
 
 pomted out to the mate the bales that could be most 
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 "Sho don't move," said the captain, gloomily. 
 " Wo must git the boats ready, for if it comes on to 
 blow only a little harder we '11 have to take to 'em. 
 So do you and the stooard putt your heads together 
 an' git up as much provisions as you think the 
 boats will safely carry. Only necessaries, of course, 
 an' take plenty o' water. I '11 see to it that charts, 
 compasses, canvas, and other odds and ends are 
 ready." 
 
 Again young Brooke went off, without saying a 
 word, to carry out his instructions. Meanwhile one 
 of the boats was recalled, and her crew set to lighten 
 the ship by heaving part of the cargo overboard. 
 Still the Walrus remained immovable on the reef, 
 for the force with which she struck had sent her 
 high upon it. 
 
 •' If we have to take to the boats, sir," said Charlie, 
 when he was disengaged, "it may be well to put 
 some medicines on board, for poor Samson will " 
 
 " Ay, ay, do so, lad," said the captain, interrupt- 
 ing; "I've been thinkin' o' that, an' you may as 
 well rig up some sort o' couch for the poor fellow 
 in the long-boat, for I mean to take him along wi' 
 myself." 
 
 " Are you so sure, then, that there is no chance of 
 our getting her off ?" 
 
 "Quite sure. Look there." He pointed, as he 
 spoke, to the horizon to windward, where a line of 
 cloud rested on the sea. That'll not be long o' 
 
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 comin- here It won't blow veiy hard, but it'll be 
 hard enough to smash the old H^cUtk, to bits » 
 you ve got any valooablcs aboard that you 'd rather 
 "ot lose you 'd better stud' 'em in your pockets now. 
 When things come to the wust mind your helm, an' 
 
 look out, as I used to say to my missus " 
 
 He stopped abruptly and turned away. Evidently 
 
 the thought of the "missus" was too mueh for 
 
 him just then. 
 
 Charlie Brooke hurried off to visit the sick man 
 and prepare him for the sad change in his oositio.' 
 that had now become unavoidable. But another 
 visitor had been to see the invalid before him. 
 Entering the berth softly, and with a quiet look, so 
 as not to agitate the patient needlessly, he found to 
 i«s regret, though not surprise, that poor Fred Sam- 
 son was dead. There was a smile on the pale face, 
 which was turned towards the port window, as i^ 
 the dying man had been taking a last look of the 
 sea and sky when Death laid a hand gently on his 
 brow and smoothed away the wrinkles of suirerintr 
 and care. A letter from his mother, held tightly in 
 one hand and pressed upon his breast told elo- 
 quently what was the subject of his last thoughts 
 
 Charlie cut a lock of hair from the sailor's brow 
 with his clasp-knife, and, taking the letter gently 
 irom the dead hand, wrapped it therein. 
 
 "There's no time t» bury him now. His berth 
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 wl.en tho death w,« reported to hiu,. "The ,woll 
 o the coromg squall has reached us already. Look 
 ahve wi- the boats, men I " 
 
 By that tin.e tho rising swell was in truth lifting 
 the vessel every few seconds and letting l.or down 
 wuh a soft thud on the coral reef. It so'on hecar: 
 ev dent to every one on board that the mirus had 
 not many hours to live-perhaps not n.any minutes 
 -for the squall to which tho Captain had referred 
 was rap.dly bearing down, and each successi e Zd 
 became more violent than tho previous one. Know- 
 2 'he^ danger full well, the men worked with a 
 -.11 and m a few minutes three boats, well pro- 
 visioned, were floating on the sea. ^ 
 
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 swells let her drop into their hollows 
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 and ten men of the crew. The remainder were to 
 be divided between the other two boats which were 
 
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 the Utmost attention of each steersman to keep his 
 craft afloat, and when at last the light began to fade 
 the boats were almost out of sight of each other. 
 
 "No chance, I fear, of our ever meeting again," 
 remarked the mate, as he cast a wistful look at the 
 southern horizon where the sail of the long-boat 
 could be barely seen like the wing of a sea-gull. 
 "Your lot has been cast with us, Mr. Brooke, so 
 you *11 have to make the best of it." 
 
 " I always try to make the best of things," replied 
 CharUe. " My chief regret at present is that Eay- 
 wood and I, being two extra hands, will help to 
 consume your provisions too fast." 
 
 " Luckily my appetite is a poor one," said Ray- 
 wood, with a faint smile; "and it's not likely to 
 improve in the circumstances." 
 
 " I 'm iiot so sure o' that, sir," returned the mate, 
 with an air that was meant to be reassuring ; " fresh 
 air and exposure have effected wonders before now 
 in the matter of health— so they say. Another pull 
 on the halyards, Dick ; that looks like a fresh squall. 
 Mind your sheets. Will Ward." 
 
 A prompt "Ay, ay, sir "from Dick Darvall and 
 the cabin-boy showed that each was alive to the 
 importance of the duty required of him, while the 
 other men— of whom there were six— busied them- 
 selves in making the tarpaulin coverings more 
 secure, or m baling out the water which, in spite of 
 them, had found its way into the boat. 
 
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 Charlie rose and seated himself on the thwart 
 
 tot:' f """"""^ '^'^^ ^'^-^ ^-^ - a^ 
 
 to have a clearer view ahead under the sa^ 
 
 Long-boat nowhere to be seen now" he m,.r 
 mured half to himself after a long look 
 
 in '7°' '"T"" ""' °*'"' '""'* "'•'«'•" »"« Danrall 
 L:.r«' vo:ce. "We shaU never see W no 
 
 "I hope you are wrong," returned CharHe • "in 
 deed I feel sure that the weather will clear durilfi 
 
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 "Maybe so, sir," rejoined the sailor, in the tone 
 of one wallu^g to be, but not yet, convi;ced. 
 
 Our hero was right as to the first, but not as to 
 t^e^cond, point The weather did clear du^th^ 
 mght, bu when the sun arose next morning on a 
 
 IZT.^ u-/° *""' ^^'-y °''J«'" that could 
 arrest the eye had vanished from the scene leaX^ 
 
 tiny craft formed the centre. 
 
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 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 ADRIFT ON THE 8EA. 
 
 "You are ill, Will Ward," was Dick Durvall's 
 first remark when there was sufficient daylight to 
 distinguish faces. 
 
 "You're another!" was the cabin-boy's quick, 
 facetious retort, which caused Darvall to smile and 
 had the effect of rousing the half-sleeping crew. 
 
 " But you are ill, my boy," repeated the seaman 
 earnestly. 
 
 "No, Dick, not exactly ill," returned Will, with a 
 faint smile, " but I 'm queer." 
 
 Each man had spent that stormy night on the 
 particular thwart on whiux he had chanced to sit 
 down when he first entered the boat, so that all were 
 looking more or less weary, but seamen are used to 
 uncomfortable and interrupted slumbers. They 
 soon roused themselves and began to look about and 
 make a few comments on the weather. Some, re- 
 curring naturally to their beloved indulgence, pulled 
 out their pipes and filled them. 
 
 "Have 'ee a light, Jim ? " asked a rugged man, in 
 a sleepy tone, of a comrade behind him. 
 
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 " No, Jack, I haven't," answered Jim, in a less 
 sleepy tone, slapping all his pockete and thrusting 
 his hands into them. 
 
 "Have you, Dick?" asked the rugged man in 
 some anxiety. 
 
 "No, I haven't," replied Darvall, in a very serious 
 voice, as he also took to slapping his pockets : "no 
 — nor baccy!" 
 
 It was curious to note at this point how every 
 seaman in that boat became suddenly sympathetic 
 and wide awake, and took to hasty, anxious examina- 
 tion of all his pockets-vest, jackr.., and trousers. 
 The result was the discovery of a good many clay 
 pipes, more or less blackened and shortened, with a 
 few plugs of tobacco, but not a single match, either 
 fusee or congreve. The men looked at each other 
 with something akin to despair. 
 
 "Was no matches putt on board wi' the grub an' 
 other things ?" asked Jim in a solemn tone. 
 "And no tobacco ?" inquired the mate. 
 No one could answer in the affirmative. A 
 general sigh-like a miniature squall-burst from 
 the sailors, and relieved them a little. Jim put his 
 pipe between his lips, and meekly began, if we may 
 say so, to smoke his tobacco dry. At an order from 
 the mate the men got out the oars and began to 
 pull, for there was barely enough wind to fill the 
 sail. 
 
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 the mate. " The nearest land that I know of is five 
 hundred miles off as the crow flies. We 'vo got a 
 compass by good luck, so we can make for it but 
 the grub on board won't hold out for quarter o'\hat 
 distance, so, unless we fall in with a ship, or fish 
 jump aboard of us, ye know what 's before us." 
 
 "Have we any spirits aboard?" asked the rugged 
 man, in a growling, somewhat sulky, voice. 
 "Hear— hear!" exclaimed Jim. 
 "No, Jack," returned the mate; "at least not for 
 the purpose o' lettin' you have 'a short Ufe an' a 
 merry ,one.' Now, look here, men : it has pie .sed 
 Providence to putt you an' me in something of a fix 
 and I shouldn't wonder if we was to have some 
 stiffish experiences before we see the end of it. It 
 has also pleased Providence to putt me here in 
 command. You know I 'm not given to boastin' 
 but there are times when it is advisable to have' 
 plam speakin'. There is a smaU supply of spirits 
 aboard, and I just want to tell 'ee-merely as a piece 
 of useful information, and to prevent any chance o' 
 future trouble-that as I've got charge o' them 
 spirits I mean to keep chaise of 'em." 
 
 The mate spoke in a low, soft voice, without the 
 slightest appearance of threat or determination in 
 his manner, but as he concluded he unbuttoned his 
 pilot-cloth coat, and pointed to the butt of a revolver 
 which prbtruded from one of his vest pockets. 
 The men made no reply, but instinctively glanced 
 
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 at the two biggest and strongest men in the boat 
 
 These were Charlie Brooke and Dick Darvall 
 
 Obviously, before committing themselves further 
 
 they wished, if possible, to read in the faces of these' 
 
 two what they thought of the mate's speech. They 
 
 failed to read much, if anything at all, for Charlie's 
 
 eyes were fixed in dreamy expressionless abstraction 
 
 on the horizon, and Dick was gazing up into the 
 
 clouds, with a look of intense benignity-suggestinc 
 
 that he was holding pleasant intercourse with any 
 
 celestial creatures who might be resident there. 
 
 Without a word the whole crew bent to their oars 
 and resigned themselves to the inevitable. Perhaps' 
 if each man had expressed his true feelings at that 
 moment he would have said that he was glad to 
 know there was a firm hand at the helm. For there 
 are few things more uncomfortable in any com- 
 munity, large or small, than the absence of disci- 
 plme, or the presence of a weak will in a position of 
 power. 
 
 "But I say, Will," remarked Darvall, who pulled 
 the stroke-oar, "you really do look ill.' Is anything 
 the matter with 'ee ?" '' o 
 
 "Nothin', Dick; 'cept that I'm tired," answered 
 the cabin-boy. 
 
 "Breakfast will put that right," said our hero in 
 an encouraging tone. "Let's feel your pulse. 
 Hm ! Well, might be slower. Come, Captain," he 
 added, giving the mate his new title as he turned to 
 
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 him, « will you allow me to prescribe breakfast 
 for this patient ?" 
 
 " Certainly. Doctor." returned the mate cheerily. 
 " Come, lads, we '11 all have breakfast together." 
 
 In a few minutes the biscuit and salt junk 
 barrels were opened, and the mate measured out an 
 exactly equal proportion of food to each man. Then 
 following the example of a celebrated commander.' 
 and m order to prevent dissatisfaction on the part 
 of any with his portion, he caused one of the men 
 to turn his back on the food, and, pointing to one of 
 the portions said, " Who shall have this ?" 
 "The Doctor, sir," returned the man promptly. 
 The portion was immediately handed to Charlie 
 Brooke amid a general laugh. 
 
 Thus every portion was disposed of, and the men 
 sat down to eat in good-humour, in spite of the too 
 evident fact that they had been at once placed on 
 short allov ance. for, when each had finished, he 
 assuredly wished for more, though no one ventured 
 to give expression to the wish. 
 
 The only exception was the little cabin-boy, who 
 made a brave attempt to eat, but utterly failed at 
 the second mouthful. 
 
 "Come, Will," said Charlie in a kindly tone, pre- 
 tending to misunderstand the state of matters 
 "don't try to deceive yourself by prolonging your 
 breakfast. That won't make more of it. See, here 
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 b« greatly obliged if you will diapoae cf half of mine 
 M well as your own. Next time I am hungry, and 
 you are not, I '11 expect you to do the same " 
 
 But Will Ward could not be thus induced to eat 
 He was really ill, and before night was in a high 
 fever. You may be sure that Dr. Brooke, as every 
 
 suff rer, but, of course, he could do very little, for 
 a 1 the medicmes which he had prepared had been 
 put mto the long-boat, and, in a small open boat, 
 with no comforts, no medicines, and on short allow- 
 ance of food, little could be done, except to give the 
 boy a space of the floor on which to lie, to shield 
 him from spray, and to cover him with blankets. 
 
 For a week the boat was carried over the sea by 
 a fresh, steady breeze, during which time the sun 
 shone out frequently, so that things seemed not so 
 wretched as one might suppose to the shipwrecked 
 manners. Of course the poor cabin-boy was an 
 exception. Although his feverish attack was a 
 shght one he felt very weak and misemble after it. 
 His appetite began to return, however, and it was 
 evident that the short daily allowance would be 
 insufficient for him. When this point was reached 
 Dick Darvall one day, when rations were being 
 served out, ventured to deliver an opinion 
 
 "Captain and mates all," he said, while a sort of 
 bashful smile played upon his sunburnt features "it 
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 give up a share of our rations to little Will Ward, 
 so that ho may be able to feed up a bit an' git the 
 better o' this here sickness. We won't feel the 
 want of such a little crumb each, an' he '11 be ever 
 so much the better for it." 
 
 "Agreed," chorused the men, apparently without 
 exception. 
 
 "All right, lads," said the mate, while a rare 
 smile lighted up for a moment his usually stern 
 countenance ; " when the need for such self-denial 
 comes I '11 call on ye to exercise it, but it ain't called 
 for yet, because I 've been lookin' after the interests 
 0' Will Ward while he 's been ill. Justice, you see, 
 stands first o' the virtues in ray mind, an' it 's my 
 opinion that it wouldn't be justice, but something 
 very much the reverse, if we were to rob the poor 
 boy of his victuals just because he couldn't eat 
 them." 
 
 "Right you are, sir," interposed Dick DarvalL 
 " Well, then, holdin' these views," continued the 
 mate, "I have put aside Will Ward's share every 
 time the rations were served, so here 's what belongs 
 to him—in this keg for the meat, and this bag for 
 the biscuit—ready for him to fall-to whenever his 
 twist is strong enough." . 
 
 There were marks of hearty approval, mingled 
 with laughter, among the men on hearing this, but 
 they stopped abruptly and listened for more on 
 observing a perplexed look on their leader's face. 
 
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 " But there 'g something that puzzles mo about it 
 lads, resumed the mate, "and it is this, that the 
 «rub has somehow accumulated faster than I can 
 account for, considering the smalluess o' the addition 
 to the lot each time." 
 
 On I'earing this the men were a little surprised, 
 but Charlie Brooke burst into a short laugh. 
 
 "What I" ho exclaimed, "you don't mean to say 
 that the victuals have taken root and begun to 
 grow, do you 1" 
 
 "I don't mean to m}/ anything," returned the 
 mate quietly; "but I'm inclined to think a good 
 deal jf you 've no objection, Doctor." 
 
 "How d'eefeelnow, Will?" said CharIie,8tooping 
 forward at the moment, for he observed that the 
 boy-whose bed was on the floor at his feet-had 
 moved and was gazing up at him with eyes that 
 seemed to have grown enormously since their owner 
 fell sick. 
 
 "I feel queer-and-and-I 'm inclined to think. 
 too, returned Will in a faint voice. 
 
 Nothing more was said at that time, for a sudden 
 shift in the wind necessitated a shift of the sail, but 
 Dick Darvall nodded his head significantly, and it 
 «tme to be understood that " Doctor " Brooke had 
 regularly robbed himself of part of his meagre 
 allowance in order to increase the store of the cabto- 
 boy. Whether they were right in this conjecture 
 has never been distinctly ascertained. liut all 
 
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 attempta to benefit the boy were soon after fhistrated 
 for. wlulo life wiu, little more than trembling in the 
 balance with Will Ward, a gale burst «iH)n them 
 which sealed his fate. 
 
 It was not the rougher motion of the l>oat that 
 did It. for the boy was used to that ; nor the flashing 
 of the salt spray inboard, for his comrades guarded 
 him to some extent from that During the alarm 
 caused by a wave which nearly swamped the boat 
 two of the crew in their panic seized the first things' 
 that came to hand and flung them overboard to pre- 
 vent their sinking. whUe the rest baled with cans 
 and sou'-westers for their lives. The portion of 
 ading thus sacrificed turned out to bo the staff of 
 life— the casks of biscuit and pork I 
 
 It was a terrible shock to these unfortunates when 
 the full extent of the calamity was underatood, and 
 the firmness of the mate, with a sight of the revolver 
 alone prevented summary vengeance being executed 
 on the wretKjhed men who had acted so hastily in 
 their blind terror. 
 
 Only a small keg of biscuit remained to them 
 This was soon expended, and then the process of 
 absolute starvation began. Every nook and cranny 
 of the boat was searched again and again in the 
 hope of something eatable being found, but only a 
 small pot of lard-intended probably to grease the 
 tackhng-was discovered. With a dreadful expres- 
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 Ihore would, no ,l«ubt. havo boon a deadly struRsIo 
 for It If the maU> had not wid, " Fetch it how " in , 
 voice which none dared to disobey. 
 
 It formed butamouthful toeach.yet the poor («|. 
 lows devoured it with the grce.I of ravenin„ wolves 
 and carefully licked tl.oir HnKor, when it w«, done." 
 The little cabin-boy h,ul three portions allotted to 
 hmi, because Charlie Hrooko and Dick Darvall added 
 their allowance to his without allowing him to bo 
 aware of the fact. 
 
 But the extra allowance and kindness, althouoh 
 hey added greatly to his comfort, could not stay 
 the hand of Death. Slowly but surely the Destroyer 
 came and claimed the young life. It was a sweet 
 calm evening when the summons came. The sea 
 was like glass, with only that long, gentle swell 
 vhich tells even in the profoundest calm of Ocean's 
 ...stability. The sky was intensely blue, save on 
 the western horizon, whore the sun turned it into 
 Hold. It seemed as if all Nature were quietly indif- 
 forent to the sufferings of the shipwrecked men 
 some of whom had reached that terrible condition 
 of starvation when all the softer feelings of humanity 
 seem dead, for, although no whisper of their intention 
 passed the.r lips, their looks told all too plainly that 
 they awaited the death of the cabin-boy with im- 
 patience, that they might appease the intolerable 
 pangs of hunger by resorting to cannibaUsm 
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 dying lad all day, and whispering t,o him words of 
 consolation from God's book from time to time, 
 knew well what those looks meant. So did the 
 mate, who sat grim, gaunt, Pnd silent at h?s post, 
 taking no notice apparently of what went on arourd 
 him. Fortunately the poor boy was too far gone to 
 ob&erve the looks of his mates. 
 
 Thers was a can of paraffin oil, which had been 
 thrown into the boat under the impression that it 
 was something else. This had been avoided hitherto 
 by the starving men, who deemed it to be poisonous. 
 That evening the man called Jim lost control of 
 himself, seized the can, and took a long draught of 
 the oil. vv'hether it was the effect of that we can- 
 not tell, but it seemed to drive him mad, for no 
 sooner had he swallowed it than he uttered a wild 
 shout, drew his knife, sprang up and leaped towards 
 the place where the cabin-boy lay. 
 
 The mate, who hf.d foreseen something of the 
 kind, drew and levelled his revolver, but before he 
 could lire Charlie had caught the uplifted arm, 
 wrested the knife from the man, and thrust him 
 violently back. Thus foiled Jim sprang up again 
 and with a maniac's yell leaped into the sea, and 
 swam resolutely away. 
 
 Even in their dire extremity the sailors could 
 not see a comrade perish with indifference. They 
 jumped up, hastily got out the oars, and pulled after 
 him, but their arms were very weak ; before they 
 
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 could overtake him the man had sunk to rise no 
 more. 
 
 It was while tliis scene was being enacted that the 
 spirit of the cabin-boy passed away. On ascertain- 
 iiig that he was dead Charlie covered him with a 
 tarpaulin where he lay, but no word was uttered by 
 pny one, and the mate, with revolver stiU in hand 
 sat there— grim and silent— holding the tiller as' 
 if steering, and gazing sternly on the horizon 
 Yet It was not difficult to divine the thoughts of 
 those unhappy and sorely tried men. Some by 
 their savage glare at the cover that concealed the 
 dead body showed plainly their dreadful desires 
 Brooke, Darvall, and the mate showed as clearly by 
 their compressed lips and stern brows that they 
 would resist any attempt to gratify these. 
 
 Suddenly the mate's brow cleared, and his eyes 
 opened wide as he muttered, under his breath " A 
 sail!" 
 
 "A sail! a sail !» shrieked the man in the bow at 
 the same moment, as he leaped up and tried to 
 cheer, but he only gasped and fell back in a swoon 
 into a comrade's arms. 
 
 It was indeed a sail, which soon grew larger, 
 and ere long a ship was descried bearing straight 
 towards them before a very light breeze. In less 
 than an hour the castaways stood upon her deck 
 — saved- 
 
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 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 INORATITUDB. 
 
 A YEAR or more passed away, and then there 
 came a cablegram from New York to Jacob 
 Cross)ey, Esquire, from Captain Stride. The old 
 gentleman was at breakfast when he received it 
 and his housekeeper, Mrs. Bland, was in the act 
 of setting before him a dish of buttered toast 
 when he opened the envelope. At the first glance 
 he started up, overturned his cup of cofifee, with- 
 out paying the least attention to the fact, and 
 exclaimed with emphasis— 
 " As I expected. It is lost!" 
 " 'Ow could you expect it, sir, to be anythink else, 
 w'en you've sent it all over the table-cloth?" said 
 Mrs. PJand, in some surprise. 
 
 "It is not that, Mrs. Bland," said Mr. Crossley, 
 m a hurried manner; "it is my ship the Walrus'. 
 Of course I knew long ago that it must have been 
 lost," continued the old gentleman, speaking his 
 thoughts more to himself than to the housekeeper, 
 who was carefully spooning up the spilt coffee- 
 
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 best 
 
 of it is that the Captain has 
 
 "but the 
 escaped." 
 
 "Well, I'm sure, sir," said Mrs. Bland, conde- 
 scendmg to be interested, and to ignore, if not to for- 
 get, the coflfee, " I 'm very glad to 'ear it, sir, for 
 Captain Stride is a pleasant, cheery sort of man, and 
 would be agreeable company if 'e didn't use so much 
 
 • sea-languidge, and speak so much of 'is missis. An' 
 I 'm glad to 'ear it too, sir, on account o' that fine 
 young man that sailed with 'im-Mr. Book, I think 
 was " * 
 
 "No, Mrs. Bland, it was Brooke; but that's the 
 worst of the business," said the old gentleman ; « I 'm 
 not quite sure whether young Brooke is among the 
 saved. Here is what the telegram says :-— 
 
 "'From Captain Stride to Jacob Crossley. Just 
 arrived' (that's in New York, Mrs. Bland)- 
 
 • Walrus lost. All hands left her in three boats! 
 Our boat made uninhabited island, and knocked to 
 pieces. Eight months on the island. Eescued by 
 American barque. Fate of other boats unknown. 
 Will be home within a couple of weeks.' " 
 
 " Why, it sounds like BoHnson Crusoe, sir, don't it? 
 which I read when I was quite a gurl, but I don't 
 believe it myself, though they do say it 's all true 
 Young Mr. Leather will be glad to 'ear the good " 
 noos of 'is friend " 
 
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 quickly. "Now 1 think of it, Mrs. Ulaud, Mr. 
 Luatlujr is to cull liui'(5 by appointinont this very 
 inoniing, so you imist bo particuljuly careful not to 
 say a word to him about this tolograin, or Captain 
 Stride, or anytliiug 1 havo told you about tho lost 
 ship—you understand, Mrs. IJlund ?" 
 
 "Certainly, sir," said tjje liousekeepor, somowhat 
 hurt by the doubt thus iniidied as to tho caimeity 
 of her understanding. "Shall I bring you some 
 more toast, sir ? " she added, with tho virtuous feeling 
 that by this question she was returning good for evil. 
 "No, thank you. Now, Mrs. lUand, don't forgot. 
 Not a word about this to any one." 
 
 "'Ooks an' rcd-'ot pincers wouldn't draw a syl- 
 lable out of me, sir," retuined tho good woman, 
 departing with an offended air, and leaving her 
 master to understand that, in her opinion, such 
 instruments might have a very different effect upon 
 hivi. 
 
 "Ass tliat I was to speak of it to her at all." 
 
 muttered Mr. Crossloy, walking up and down the 
 
 room with spectacles on forehead, and with both 
 
 hands in his trousers-pockets creating disturbance 
 
 among the keys and coppers. " I might have known 
 
 that she could not hold her tongue. It would never 
 
 do to let Mrs. Brooke remain on the tenter-hooks 
 
 till Stride conies home to clear the matter up. Poor 
 
 Mrs. Brooke ! No wonder she is almost broken down.. 
 
 This hoping against hope is so wearing. And she 's 
 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
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 such 
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 so lonely. To be sure, sweet May Leather runs out 
 and in like a beam of sunsliine ; but it must be hard, 
 very hard, to lose an only son in this way. It 
 would be almost better to know that he was dead. 
 Il'm ! and thine 's tliat good-for-nothing Shank. The 
 mscul ! and yet lie 's not absolutely good for nothing 
 —if he would only give up drink. Well, while 
 there 's life tliere 's hope, thank God ! I '11 give him 
 another trial." 
 
 The old man's brow was severely wrinkled while 
 he indulged in these mutterings, but it cleared, and 
 a kindly look beamed on his countenance as he gave 
 vent to the last expression. 
 
 Just then the door bell rang. Mr. Crossley re- 
 sumed the grave look that was habitual to him, and 
 next minute Shank Leather was ushered into the 
 room. 
 
 The youth was considerably changed since we 
 last met him. The year which had passed had 
 developed him into a man, and clothed his upper 
 lip with something visible to the naked eye. It 
 had also lengthened his limbs, deepened his chest, 
 and broadened his shoulders. But here the change 
 for the better ended. In that space of time there 
 had come over him a decided air of dissipation, and 
 the freshness suitable to y -vfh had disappeared. 
 
 With a look that was somewhat defiant he entered 
 the room an^l look^'l bni/iiTT o*. uco 1 
 
 " Be seated, Mr. Leather," said the old gentleman 
 
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 in a voice SO soft that the young man evidently felt 
 abashed, but he as evidently steeled himself against 
 better feelings, for he replied— 
 "Thank you, Mr. Crossley, I 'd rather stand." 
 "As you please," returned the other, restraining 
 ...nself "I sent for you, Mr. Leather, to tell you 
 that I have heard with sincere regret of your last 
 outbreak, and " 
 
 " Yes sir," said Shank, rudely interrupting, "and 
 • I came here not so much to hear what you have to 
 say about my outbreak-as you are pleased to style 
 a little joll,fieation-as to tell you that you had 
 better provide yourself with another clerk for I 
 don't intend to return to your office. I 've eot a 
 better situation." 
 
 " Oh, indeed !" exclaimed Crossley in surprise. 
 
 Yes, indeed," replied Shank insolently. 
 It was evident that the youth was, even at that 
 moment, under the influence of his great enemv 
 else his better feelings would have prevented him 
 from speaking so rudely to a man who had never 
 shown him anything but kindness. But he was 
 nettled by some of his bad companions havin. 
 taunted him with his slavery to his besetting sin° 
 and had wsponded to Mr. Crossley's summons under 
 the impression that he was going to get what he 
 styled a " wigging." He was therefore taken some- 
 what aback when the old gentleman replied to his 
 last remurk gently. 
 
 
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 "I congratulate you, Mr. Leather, on getting a 
 better situation (if it really should turn out to be 
 better), and I sincerely hope it may— for your 
 mother's sake as well as your own. This therefore 
 disposes of part of my object in asking you to call— 
 which was to say that I meant to pass over this 
 offence and retain you in my employment. But it 
 does not supersede the necessity of my urging you 
 earnestly to give up drink, not so much on the ground 
 that it will surely lead you to destruction as on the 
 consideration that it grieves the loving Father who 
 has bestowed on you the very powers of enjoyment 
 which you are now prostituting, and who is at this 
 moment holding out His hands to you and waiting 
 to be gracious." 
 
 The old man stopped abruptly, and Shank stood 
 with eyes fixed on the floor and frowning brow. 
 
 "Have you anything more to say to me?" asked 
 Mr. Crossley. 
 
 « Nothing." 
 
 "Then good-morning. As I can do nothing else 
 to serve you, I will pray for you." 
 
 Shank found himself in the street with feelings of 
 surprise strong upon him. 
 
 " Pray for me I " he muttered, as he walked slowly 
 along. "It never occurred to me before that he 
 prayed at all ! The old humbug has more need to 
 
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 leather found himself ere long at his mother's door. 
 
 ile entered without knocking. 
 
 "Shank I" exclaimed Mrs. Leather and May in 
 the same breath. 
 
 "Ay mother, it 's me. A bad shilling, they say 
 always turns up. /always turn up. therefore / am 
 a bad shilling I Sound logic that, eh. May ? " 
 
 talL^ 1 '^'"^ ■'«■• kMtting-aeedles on the 
 able; you W I'm always glad to see you, but 
 
 ;egrS'"^''^^^'^-'''^'^^^'^-"»ofyour 
 
 An7M '"f ''i'"^ ""'PP'""'' ^ " ""^'^ May anxiously. 
 And May looked very sweet, almost pretty, when 
 she was anxious. A year had refined her Lul" 
 
 her into a httle woman. Indeed, mentally, she had 
 become more of a woman than many giiL in her 
 
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 nil likelihood one of tho good consequences of ad- 
 versity. 
 
 "Ay, May, something has happened," answered 
 the youth, flinging himself gaily into an arm-chair 
 and stretching out his legs towards the fire ; " I have 
 thrown up my situation. Struck work. That's 
 all." 
 
 "Shank I" 
 
 " Just so. Don't look so horrified, mother; you *ve 
 no occasion to, for I have the offer of a better situa- 
 tion. Besides— ha! ha! old Crossley— close fisted, 
 crabbed, money-making, skin-flint old Crossley— is 
 going to pray for me. Think o' that, mother— going 
 to pray ioi meV* • 
 
 "Shank, dear boy," returned his mother, "don't 
 jest about religious things." 
 
 " You don't call old Crossley a religious thing, do 
 you ? Why, mother, I thought you had more re- 
 spect for him than that comes to; you ought at 
 least to consider his years I " 
 
 " Come, Shank," returned Urn. Leather, with a 
 deprecating smile, " be a good boy and tell me what 
 you mean— and about this new situation." 
 
 " I just mean that my friend and chum and old 
 schoolfellow Ealph Eitson— jovial, dashing, musical, 
 handsome Ralph — you remember him — has got me a 
 situation in California." 
 
 "Ralph Ritson?" repeated Mrs. Leather, with a 
 little sigh and an uneasy glance at her daughter, 
 
 
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 Whose face had nushoC at the mention of the ,outh'. 
 I,.7r'"~^"'"'"' ^'""'''' '■» « emver tone, for he 
 
 has asked h>s son to go out and assist him at a good 
 "alary, and to take a clerk ont with him-a sfout 
 
 carpentmg, etc., and ready to turn his hand to any 
 th.ng.^andBa,ph has chosen me, What d'ee tS 
 
 From her silence and expression it was evident 
 
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 .i;:rr:;riSttizrv:;^^^^^^ 
 
 J""' ■"^""^"' -I cannot feel as enthii« 
 astic about your fripnH Poi i, ■ ''"'•''™'- 
 
 doubt th»f r 'P** *' y"" -J"- J don't 
 
 recM ss T, : ",%"«»---"g youth, but he is 
 
 former fri. "^ ""'^ ^''^" " ">"" «ke your 
 
 " WeU, mother, it 'a of no use wishing somebody to 
 be hke somebody else. We must just take 7lZ2 
 
 sensible fellow, who has a cronfir „™™„;..:._ '^^ . . ' 
 
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 friends. And he's not a bad fellow. Ho and 
 Charho Brooke were fond of each other when wo 
 were all schoolboys together-at least ho was fond 
 of Charho, like everybody else. But whether we 
 hke him or not does not matter now, for the thing 
 IS fixed. I have accepted his offer, and thrown old 
 Jacob overboard." 
 
 "Dear Shank, don't be angry if I am slow to 
 appreciate this offer," said the poor lady, layin.. 
 aside her knitting and clasping her hands before 
 her on the table, as she looked earnestly into her 
 sons face, "but you must see that it has come on 
 me very suddenly, and I'm so soriy to hear that 
 you have parted with good old Mr. Crossley in 
 anger ." '' 
 
 "We didn't part in anger," interrupted Shank. 
 
 We were only a little less sweet on each other 
 
 than usual. There was no absolute quarrel. D' you 
 
 thmk he'd have promised to pray for me if there 
 
 "Have you spoken yet to your father?" asked 
 the lady, 
 
 "How could I? I've not seen him since the 
 thing was settled. Besides, whafs the use? He 
 can do nothing for me. an' don't care a button what 
 1 do or where I go." 
 
 "You are wrong. Shank, in thinking so. I know 
 iLii lie cares for vou vfirv mnni. i«.i««^ rr i. . 
 do nothing for you now, he has at least given you 
 
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 your education, without whjch you could not do 
 much for yourself." 
 
 " Woll, of course I shall toll him whenever T seo 
 him," returned the youth, aomowlmt softened ; "and 
 I'm aware ho has a sort of sneaking fondness for 
 mo; but I'm not going to ask his advice, because 
 he knows nothing about tho business. Besides, 
 mother, I am old enough to judge for myself, and 
 mean to take the advice of nobody." 
 
 "You are indeed old enough to judge for yourself," 
 said Mrs. Leather, resuming her knitting, "and I 
 don't' wish to turn you from your plans. On the 
 contrary, I will pray that God's blessing and pro- 
 tection may accompany you wherever you go, but 
 you should not expect mo to be instantaneously 
 jubilant over an arrangement which will take you 
 away from me for years perhaps." 
 
 This last consideration seemed to have some 
 weight with tho selfish youth. 
 
 "Well, well, mother,".he said, rising, "don't take 
 on about that. Travelling is not like what it used 
 to be. A trip over the Atlantic and Ue i^-oky 
 Mountains is nothing to speak of r iw— a mero 
 matter of a few weeks— so that a fellow can take a 
 run home at any time to say 'How do' to his 
 people. I 'm going down now to see Smithers and 
 tell K'wu tho news." 
 
 " fctv-^y, 1 '11 go with you— a bit of the way," cried 
 •"*"/» jumping up and shaking back the cuiiy brown 
 
Of TSI IIA ANb HIE llOCKltm 
 
 107 
 
 some 
 
 hair which still hung in native freedom— and girlish 
 fashion—on her shoulders. 
 
 May had a channing and rare capacity for getting 
 wady to go out at a nionionfs notice. She merely 
 threw on a coquettish straw hat, which had a 
 knack of being always at hand, and which clung 
 to her pretty head with a tenacity that rendered 
 strings or elastic superfluous. One of her brother's 
 companions-we don't know which-was onco 
 heard to say with fervour that no hat would bo 
 worth its ribbons that didn't cling powerfully to 
 such a head without assistance! A shawl too, or 
 cloak, was always at hand, somehow, and had this not 
 been so May would have tlirown over her shoulders 
 an antimacassar or table-cloth rather than cause 
 delay,— at least we think so, though we have no 
 absolute authority for making the statement. 
 
 Dear Shank," she said, clasping both hands over 
 his arm as they walked slowly down the path that 
 led to the shore, " is it really all true that you have 
 been tolling us ? Have you fixed to go off with— 
 with Mr. Ritson to California?" 
 
 "Quite true; I never was more in earnest in my 
 life. By the way, sister mine, what made you 
 colour up so when Ralph's name was mentioned ? 
 There, you 're flushing again 1 Are you in love with 
 him?" 
 
 " No, certainly not," answered the girl, with an air 
 and tone of decision that made her brother laugh. 
 
 
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108 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 "Well, you needn't flare up so fiercely. You 
 might be in love with a worse man. But why, 
 then, do you blush?" 
 May was silent, ai-d huug down her head. 
 " Come, May, you 've never had any socrets from 
 me. Surely you're not going to tjgin now— on 
 the eve ot my departure to a foreign land ?" 
 
 "I would rather not talk about him at all," said 
 the girl, looking up entreatingly. 
 
 But Shank looked down upon her sternly! He 
 had assumed the parental rdle. '^May, there is 
 something in this that you ought not to conceal. 
 I have a right to know it, as your brother—your 
 protector." 
 
 Innocent though May was, she could not repress 
 a faint smile at the idea of a protector who had 
 been little else than a cause of anxiety in the past, 
 and was now about to leave her to look after her- 
 self, probably for years to come. But she answered 
 frankly, while another and a deeper blush over- 
 spread her face — 
 
 " I did not mean to speak of it, Shank, as you 
 knew nothing, and I had hoped would never know 
 anything about it, but since you insist, I must tell 
 you that— that Mr. Eitson, I 'm afraid, loves me— 
 at least he " 
 
 "Afraid! loves you! How do you know?" in- 
 terrupted Shank quicklv. 
 "Well, he said so— the last time we met." 
 
ly. You 
 Jut why, 
 
 •ets from 
 low — on 
 
 ill," said 
 
 ly. He 
 there is 
 conceal, 
 r — ^your 
 
 repress 
 ho had 
 16 past, 
 ;er her- 
 iswered 
 I over- 
 
 as you 
 f know 
 tist tell 
 ; me — 
 
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 " The rascal I Had he the audacity to ask you to 
 marry him T-him-a beggar, without a sixpence 
 except what his father gives him ? " 
 
 "No, Shank, I would not let him get the length 
 of that. I told him I was too young to— to think 
 about such matters at all, and said that he must not 
 speak to me again in such a way. But I was so 
 surprised, flurried, and distressed, that I don't clearly 
 remember wliat I said." 
 
 "And what did he say ?" asked Shank, forgetting 
 the parental rdle for a moment, and looking at May 
 with a humorous smile. 
 
 " Indeed I can hardly tell. He made a great 
 many absurd protestations, begged me to give him 
 no decided answer just then, and said something 
 about letting him write to me, but all I am quite 
 sure of is that at last I had the courage to utter a 
 very decided W, and then ran away and left him." 
 " That was too sharp, May. Ealph is a first-rate 
 fellow, with capital prospects. His father is rich 
 and can give him a good start in life. He may 
 come back in a few years with a fortune-not a bad 
 kmd of husband for a penniless lass." 
 
 " Shank !" exclaimed May, letting go her brother's 
 arm and facing him with flashing eyes and height- 
 ened colour, "do you really think that a fortune 
 would make me marry a man whom I did not 
 love ? " 
 
 "Certainly not, my dear sis," said the youth. 
 
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 1 10 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 taking May's hand and drawing it again through 
 his arm with an approving smile. "I never for'' a 
 moment thought you capable of such meanness, but 
 that is a very different thing from slamming the 
 door in a poor fellow's face. You 're not in love 
 with anybody else. Ealph is a fine handsome young 
 fellow. You might grow to like him in time— and 
 if you did, a fortune, of course, would be no dis- • 
 advantage. Besides, he is to be my travelling 
 companion, and might write to you about me if I 
 were ill, or chanced to meet with an accident and 
 were ^unable to write myself— don't you know ?" 
 
 " He could in that case write to mother," said 
 May, simply. 
 
 "So he could!" returned Shank, laughing. "I 
 never thought o' that, my sharp sister." 
 
 They had reached the shore by that time. The 
 tide was out; the sea was calm and the sun glinted 
 brightly on the wavelets that sighed rather than 
 broke upon the sands. 
 
 For some distance they sauntered in silence by 
 the margin of the sea. The mind of each was busy 
 with the same thought. Each was aware of that, 
 and for some time neither seemed able to break thj 
 silence. The timid girl recovered her courage before 
 the self-reliant man ! 
 
 "Dear Shank," she said, pressing his arm, "you 
 will probably be away for years." 
 " Yes, May— at least for a good long time." 
 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 Ill 
 
 through 
 3ver for a 
 uess, but 
 ning the 
 
 in love 
 ae young 
 tne — and 
 5 no dis- 
 [•avelling 
 me if I 
 ent and 
 
 3r," said 
 
 ng. «I 
 
 e. The 
 glinted 
 iT than 
 
 nee by 
 IS busy 
 )f that, 
 }ak the 
 i before 
 
 « 
 
 you 
 
 Oh forgi 
 
 me, brother," continued the girl 
 with sudden earnestness, «but~but~you know 
 your— your weakness " 
 
 "Ay, May, I know it. Call it sin if you will- 
 and my knowledge of it has something to do with 
 my present determination, for, weak though I am 
 and bad though you think me " 
 
 " But I don't think you lad, dear Shank," cried 
 May, with tearful eyes ; « I never said so, and never 
 thought so, and " 
 
 "Come, come. May," interrupted the youth, with 
 something of banter in his manner, "you don't 
 think me good, do you ? " 
 
 "Well, no-not exactly," returned May, faintly 
 smihng through her tears. 
 
 "Well, then, if I'm not good I must be bad 
 you know. There's no half-way house in this' 
 matter." 
 
 "Is there not, Shank? Is there not very good 
 and very bad ? " 
 
 " Oh, well, if you come to that, there 's pretty- 
 good, and rather-bad, and a host of other houses 
 between these, such as goodish and baddish, but 
 not one of them can be a half-way house." 
 
 " Oh yes, one of them can — musi be." 
 
 "Which one, you little argumentative creature ?" 
 asked Shank. 
 
 Wily, middung-good of course." 
 
 "Wrong! "cried her brother, « doesn't middling. 
 
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112 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 bad Stand beside it, with quite as good a claim to be 
 considered half-way ? However, I won't press my 
 victory too far. For the sake of peace we will agree 
 that these are semi-detached houses in one block— 
 and that will block the subject. But, to be serious 
 again," he added, stopping and looking earnestly 
 into his sister's face, "I wanted to speak to you 
 on this weakness-this sin-and I thank you for 
 breaking the ice. The truth is that I liave felt 
 
 for a good while past that conviviality " 
 
 "Strong-drink, brother, call it by its right name " 
 said May, gently pressing the arm on which she 
 leaned. 
 
 "Well— have it so. Strong drink has been get- 
 ting the better of me-mind I don't admit it Ms got 
 the better of me yet-only is getting^^^^ convivial 
 comrades have had a great deal to do with it. Now 
 as you know, I 'm a man of some decision of char- 
 actor, and I had long ago made up my mind to break 
 with my companions. Of course I could not very 
 well do this while-while I was-well, no matter 
 why, but this offer just seemed to be a sort of god- 
 send, for it will enable me to cut myself free at 
 once, and the sea breezes and Eocky Mountain air 
 and gold-hunting will, I expect, take away the 
 desire for strong drink altogether." 
 
 "I hope it will— indeed I am sure it will if it is 
 God's way of leading you," said May, with an air of 
 confidence. 
 
 But I 
 
aim to be 
 press my 
 i^ill agree 
 ! block — 
 e serious 
 3arnestly 
 to you 
 you for 
 ave felt 
 
 i name," 
 lich she 
 
 een get- 
 lias got 
 mvivial 
 . Now, 
 •f char- 
 break 
 )t very 
 matter 
 of god- 
 free at 
 ain air 
 ly the 
 
 if it is 
 air of 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE KOCKIES. ' JIS 
 
 "Well, I don't know whether it is God who is 
 loading me or " 
 
 " Did you not call it a god-send just now I " 
 " Oh. but tliat '3 a mere form of speech, you know 
 However, I do know that it was 0/ this very belch 
 
 where we now stand that a friend led me for the 
 first time to think seriously of this matter-more 
 than a year ago." 
 
 •■Indeed-who was it ?" asked May eagerly. 
 My chum and old school-fellow, poor Charlie 
 B..oke," returned Shank, in a strangely altered 
 
 Then he went on to tell of the conversation he 
 and hs friend had had on that beach, and it was 
 not td he had finished that he became awar tl 
 his sister was weeping. 
 
 "Why May you 're'crying. What 's the matter?" 
 God bless him ! " said May in fervent yet tremu- 
 lous tones as she looked up i„ her brother's fad 
 Can you wonder at my feeling so strongly when 
 yon remember how kind Charlie always was to you 
 -to all of us indeed-ever since he was a little boy 
 a school with you ; what a true-hearted and steadj 
 
 poor Charhe just now, as if he were dead " 
 "True indeed, it is very, very sad, for we have 
 ^-t reason to fear the worst, and I have strong 
 "hat X shall never see my old chum again. 
 wont give up hope, for it is no uncommon 
 
 great 
 dou 
 
 But 
 
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 CIIAKLIE TO TUr RESCUE; A TALE 
 
 thing for men to be lost at sea, for years even, and 
 to turn up at last, having been cast away on a desert 
 island, like Robinson Crusoe, or something of that 
 sort." 
 
 The thoughts which seemed to minister consola- 
 tion to Shank Leather did not appear to afford much 
 comfort to his sister, who hung her head and made 
 no answer, while her companion went on 
 
 " Yes, May, and poor Charlie was the first to make 
 me feel as if I were a little selfish, though that, as 
 you know, is not one of my conspicuous failings ! 
 His straightforwardness angered me a little at first, 
 but his kindness made me think much of what he 
 said, and— well, the upshot of it all is that I am 
 going to California." 
 
 " I am glad— so glad and thankful he has had so 
 much influence over you, dear Shank, and now, don't 
 you think— that— that if Charlie were with you at 
 this moment he would advise you not to go to Mr. 
 Smithers to consult about your plans ? " 
 
 For a few moments the brother's face betrayed 
 a feeling of annoyance, but it quickly cleared 
 away. 
 
 "You are right, May. Smithers is too much of 
 a convivial harum-scarum fellow to be of much use 
 in the way of giving sound advice. I '11 go to see 
 Jamieson instead. You can have no objection to 
 him— surely. He 's a quiet, sober sort of man, and 
 never tries to temfJt people or lead them into mis- 
 
even, and 
 n a desert 
 g of that 
 
 ' consola- 
 ord much 
 md made 
 
 i to make 
 I that, as 
 
 failings 1 
 e at first, 
 
 what he 
 hat I am 
 
 IS had so 
 ow, don't 
 1 you at 
 [0 to Mr. 
 
 betrayed 
 cleared 
 
 tnuch of 
 luch use 
 3 to see 
 ction to 
 laHj and 
 ito mis- 
 
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 chief-which is more than can be said of the other 
 fellow. 
 
 "That is a very negative sort of goodness" 
 returned May, smiling. « However, if you must go 
 to see some one, Jamieson is better than Smithers ; 
 but why not come home and consult with mother 
 and me ? " 
 
 " Pooh ! what can women know about such mat- 
 ters ? No, no. May, when a fellow has to go into 
 the pros and cons of Californian life it must be with 
 men." 
 
 " H'm ! the men you associate with, having been at 
 school and the desk all their lives up till now, must 
 be emmently fitted to advise on Californian life I 
 That did not occur to me at the first blush!" said 
 May demurely. 
 
 "Go home, you cynical baggage, and help mother 
 to knit," retorted Shank, with a laugh. « I intend 
 to go and see Jamieson." 
 
 And he went. And the negatively good Jamieson 
 who never led people into temptation, had no objec- 
 tion to be led into that region himself, so they went 
 together to make a passing call— a mere look in~on 
 Smithers, who easily induced them to remain. The 
 result was that the unselfish man with decision of 
 character returned home in the early hours of morn- 
 ing — " screwed ' I 
 
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116 
 
 CIIARUE TO THE liESCUE : A TALE 
 
 CFIAPTEK X. 
 
 IIOME-COMINO AND UNEXPECTED SURI'fllSES. 
 
 Upwards of another year passed away, and at 
 the end of that time a ship might have been seen 
 approaching one of the harbours on the eastern sea- 
 board of America. Her sails were worn and patched. 
 Her spars were broken and spliced. Her rigging 
 was ragged and slack, and the state of her hull can 
 be best described by the word 'battered.' Everything 
 m and about her bore evidence of a prolonged and 
 hard struggle with the elements, and though she had 
 at last come off victorious, her dilapidated appear- 
 ance bore strong testimony to the deadly nature of 
 the fight. 
 
 Her crew presented similar evidence. Not only 
 were their garments ragged, threadbare, and patched, 
 but the very persons of the men seemed to have 
 been riven and battered by the tear and wear of the 
 conflict. And no wonder ; for the vessel was a South 
 Sea whaler, returning home after a three years' 
 cruise. 
 
 At first she had been blown far out of her course • 
 
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 OF THE 8EA AND THE ROCKIES, 
 
 117 
 
 ', and at 
 een seen 
 tern sea- 
 patched, 
 rigging 
 hull can 
 erything 
 ged and 
 she had 
 appear- 
 ature of 
 
 bt only 
 )atched, 
 io have 
 p of the 
 I South 
 years' 
 
 course ; 
 
 then she was very successful in the fishing, and 
 then she was stranded on the reef of a coral island 
 in such a position that, though protected from 
 absolute destruction by the fury of the waves, she 
 could not be got off for many months. At last the 
 ingenuity and perseverance of one of her crew were 
 rewarded by success. She was hauled once more 
 into deep water and finally returned home. 
 
 The man who had been thus successful in saving 
 the ship, and probably the lives of his mates— for it 
 was a desolate isle, far out of the tracks of commerce 
 —was standing in the bow of the vessel, watching 
 the shore with his companions as they drew near. 
 He was a splendid specimen of manhood, clad in a 
 red shirt and canvas trousers, while a wide-awake 
 took the place of the usual seafaring cap. He stood 
 head and shoulders above his fellows. 
 
 Just as the ship rounded the end of the pier, 
 which formed one side of the harbour, a small boat 
 shot out from it. A little boy sculled the boat, and, 
 apparently, had been ignorant of the ship's approach, 
 for he gave a shout of alarm on seeing it and made 
 frantic efforts to get out of its way. In his wild 
 attempts to turn the boat he missed a stroke and 
 went backwards into the sea. 
 
 At the same moment the lookout on the ship gave 
 the order to put the helm hard a-starboard in a 
 hurried shout 
 
 Prompt obedience caused the ship to sheer otf a 
 
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 nS CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TAUB 
 
 littlo, and her side just grazed' the boat. Alt handa 
 on the forecastle gazed down anxiously for the boy's 
 reappearance. 
 
 Up he came next moment with a bubbling cry 
 and clutching fingers. 
 
 " He can't swim I " cried one. 
 
 "Out with a lifebelt I" shouted another. 
 
 Our tall seaman bent forward as they spoke, and, 
 just as the boy sank a second time, he shot like an 
 arrow into the water. 
 
 "He 's all safe now," remarked a seaman quietly 
 and with a nod of satisfaction, even before the 
 rescuer had reappeared. 
 
 And he was right. The red-shirted sailor rose 
 a moment later with the boy in his arms. Chuck- 
 ing the urchin into the boat he swam to the pier- 
 head with the smooth facility and speed of an otter 
 climbed the wooden piles with the ease of an 
 athlete; walked rapidly along the pier, and arrived 
 at the head of the harbour almost as soon as his 
 own ship. 
 
 "That's the tenth life he's saved since he came 
 aboard—to say nothin' o' savin' the ship herself" 
 remarked the Captain to an inquirer, after the 
 vessel had reached her moorings. " An' none o' the 
 lives was as easy to manage as that one. Some o' 
 them much harder." 
 
 ^ We will follow this magniiicent seaman for a 
 time, good reader. 
 
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OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 119 
 
 lit handa 
 the boy's 
 
 aling cry 
 
 )ko, and, 
 ' like an 
 
 quietly, 
 fore the 
 
 lor rose 
 Chuck- 
 le pier- 
 n otter 
 
 of an 
 arrived 
 
 as his 
 
 e came 
 erself," 
 er the 
 3 o' the 
 ome o' 
 
 for a 
 
 Having obtained permission to quit the South 
 Sea whaler he walked straight to the office of a steam 
 shipping company, and secured a fore-cabin passage 
 to England. He went on board dressed as he had 
 arrived, in the red shirt, ducks, and wide-awake- 
 minus the salt water. The only piece of costume 
 which he had added to his wardrobe was a huge 
 double-breasted pilot-cloth coat, with buttons the 
 size of an egg-cup. Ho was so unused, however, to 
 such heavy clotliing that he flung it off the moment 
 he got on board the steamer, and went about there- 
 after in his red flannel shirt and ducks. Hence he 
 came to be known by every one as Bed Shirt. 
 
 This man, with his dark-blue eyes, deeply bronzed 
 cheeks, fair hair, moustache, and beard, and tall 
 herculean form, was nevertheless so soft and gentle 
 in his manners, so ready with his smile and help 
 and sympathy, that every man, woman, and child in 
 the vessel adored him before the third day was over. 
 Previous to that day many of the passengers, owing 
 to internal derangements, were incapable of any 
 affection, except self-love, and to do them justice 
 they had not much even of that I 
 
 Arrived at Liverpool, Red Shirt, after seeing a 
 poor invalid passenger safely to his abode in that 
 city, and assisting one or two families with young 
 children to find the stations, boats, or coaches that 
 were more or less connected with their liomes, got 
 mto a third-class carriage for London. On reach- 
 
120 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE Rigoui : a TALI 
 
 
 1^ i' 
 
 Just as the train waa on tho ,,omt of starting two 
 eWorl, gentlemen came on tho platf..r„,, i„'t,,at 
 eager Imsto .nd confusion of n.ind clmrncteristio of 
 lato passongers. 
 
 " lTl.is way, Captain." cried one. I.ailing tho other, 
 and pou. .„,. energetically with his brown silk 
 umbrella to the Soalford earring,-,. 
 
 tlJ^r:,""' /''f. "'/''« "«*' PloWorm." returned 
 tiio Captain frantically. 
 
 *^ome, sir, obey orders I" 
 
 They both mmlo for an open carriago-door. It 
 hanccd to be a third class. A strong hand was 
 held out to assist them in. 
 
 ho wrth the brown silk un.brella-turning to Bed 
 blurt as he sat down and panted slightly 
 
 "I feared that we'd bo late, sir," remarked tho 
 other elderly gentleman on recovering breath 
 
 We are not late, Captain, but we should have 
 been la o for certain, if your obstinacy had held 
 another half uiiuute." 
 
 "Well, Mr. Crossley, I admit that I made a mis- 
 take about the place, but you must allow that I 
 made "0 mistake about the hour. I was sure tha 
 «y chronometer was right. If there 's one thing on 
 eaith that I can trust to as reg'lar as the sun !t 
 
 It IS 
 
OF TUE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 Ill 
 
 ticket for 
 
 rting two 
 I in that 
 eristic of 
 
 lio other, 
 wn siUc 
 
 'oturned 
 
 sternly. 
 
 )or. It 
 ad was 
 
 man — 
 to lied 
 
 ed the 
 
 1 have 
 I held 
 
 mis- 
 hat I 
 I that 
 
 Qg ou 
 it ifl 
 
 thii chronometer (pulling it out as ho ipoke), and 
 it never fails. As I always Haid to my missis, 
 • Maggie,' I used to say, ' when you find this chrono- 
 meter fail ' ' Oh ! bother you an' your chrono- 
 
 meter/ she would reply, takin' the wind out o' my 
 sails— for my missus has a free-an'-easy way o'doin' 
 that -" 
 
 "You've just come off a voyage, young sir, if I 
 mistake not," said Crossley, turning to Ked Shirt, 
 for he had quite as free-and-easy a way of taking 
 the wind out of Captain Stride's sails as the 
 "missus." 
 
 "Yes ; I have just returned," answered Red Shirt, 
 in a low soft voice, which scarcely seemed appro- 
 priate to his colossal frame. His red garment, by 
 the way, was at the time all concealed by the pilot- 
 coat, excepting the collar. 
 
 "Going home for a spell, I suppose?" said 
 Crossley. 
 
 " Yes." 
 
 "May I ask where you last hailed from?" said 
 Captain Stride, with some curiosity, for there was 
 something in the appearance of this nautical stranger 
 which interested him. 
 
 "From the southern seas. I have been away a 
 long while in a South Sea whaler." 
 
 " Ah, indeed ?—a rough service that." 
 
 " Eather rough ; but I didn't enter it intentionally. 
 
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 ^/iv-acu up ui sea, Willi sume oi my mates, in 
 
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 ^^2 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 an open boat, by the whaler. She was on the out- 
 ward voyage, and couldn't land us anywhere, so we 
 were obliged to make up our minds to join as 
 hands." 
 
 "Strange!" murmured Captain Stride "Then 
 you were wrecked somewhere-or your ship foun- 
 dered, mayhap— eh ?" 
 " Yes, we were wrecked— on a coral reef." 
 "WeU now, young man, that is a strange coin- 
 cidenca I was wrecked myself on a coral reef in 
 the very same seas, nigh three years ago. Isn't 
 that odd ?" 
 
 "Dear me, this is very interesting," put in Mr 
 Crossley; "and, as Captain Stride says, a somewhat 
 
 strange coincidence." 
 J Is it so very strange, after all," returned Eed 
 
 Shirt, "seeing that the Pacific is full of sunken 
 
 coral reefs, and vessels are wrecked there more or 
 
 less every year ?" 
 
 "Well, there's some truth in that," observed the 
 Captain. "Did you say it was a sunk reef your 
 ship struck on ?" 
 
 "Yes; quite sunk. No part visible. It was 
 calm vreather at the time, and a clear night." 
 
 "Another coincidence !" exclaimed Stride, becom- 
 ing still more interested. "Calm and clear, too, 
 when I was wrecked !" 
 
 ^ "Curious," remarked Eed Shirt in a cool indif- 
 ferent tone, that began to exasperate the Captain. 
 
li 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROOKIES. 
 
 123 
 
 "Yet, after all, there are a good many calm and 
 clear nights in the Pacific, as well as coral 
 reefs." 
 
 " Why, young man," cried Stride in a tone that 
 made old Crossley smile, "you seem to think 
 nothing at all of coincidences. It's very seldom— 
 almost never— that one hears of so many coinci- 
 dences happening on this side o' the line all at once 
 — don't you see ?" 
 
 "I see," returned Eed Shirt; "and the same, 
 exactly, may be said of the other side o' the line. I 
 very seldom— almost never— heard of so many out 
 there ; which itself may be called a coincidence, d'ee 
 «ee ? a sort of negative similarity." 
 
 " Young man, I would suspect you were jesting 
 with me," returned the Captain, "but for the fact 
 that you told me of your experiences first, before 
 you could know that mine would coincide with them 
 so exactly." 
 
 "Your conclusions are very just, sir," rejoined 
 Eed Shirt, with a grave and respectful air ; " but of 
 course coincidences never go on in an unbroken 
 chain. They must cease sooner or later. We left 
 our wreck in three boats. No doubt you " 
 
 "There again!" cried the Captain in blazing 
 astonishment, as he removed his hat and wiped his 
 heated brow, while Mr. Crossley's eyes opened to 
 their widest extent. " We left our wreck in three 
 boats ! My ship's name was " 
 
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124 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 I I 
 
 "The JValrusr said Red Shirt quietly, "and her 
 taptam s name was Stride !" 
 
 Old Crossley had reached the stage that is known 
 as petrified with astonishment. The Captain being 
 unable to open his eyes wider dropped his lower 
 jaw instead. 
 
 "Surely," continued Red Shirt, removing his wide- 
 awake, and looking steadily at his companions «I 
 must have changed very much indeed when two of 
 my " 
 
 "Brooke!" exclaimed Crossley, grasping one of 
 the sailor's hands. 
 
 "Charlie!" gasped the Captain, seizing the other 
 hand. ° 
 
 What they all said after reaching this point it is 
 neither easy nor necessary to record. Perhaps it 
 may be as well to leave it to the reader's vivid 
 imagination. Suffice it to say, that our hero irri- 
 tatt^d the Captain no longer by his callous indif- 
 ference to coincidences. In the midst of the 
 confusion of hurried question and short reply he 
 pulled them up with the sudden query anxiously 
 
 "But now, what of my mother?" 
 
 "Well-excellently well in health, my boy," said 
 Crossley, "but wofuUy low in spirits about your- 
 self-Charlie. Yet nothing will induce her to 
 entertain the idea that you have been drownea. 
 w. course we have been rather glad of this-though 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 125 
 
 most Of our friends, Charlie, have given you up for 
 lost long ago. May Leather, too, has been much 
 the same way of thinking, so she has naturally been 
 a great comfort to your mother." 
 
 "God bless her for that. She's a good little 
 girl," said Charlie. 
 
 "Little girl," repeated both elderly gentlemen in 
 a breath, and bursting into a laugh. " You forget, 
 lad," said the Captain, « that three years or so makes 
 a considerable change in girls of her age. She's a 
 tall, handsome young woman now; ay, and a good- 
 looking one too. Almost as good-lookin' as what 
 my missus was about her age—an' not unlike my 
 little Mag in the face— the one you rescued, you re- 
 member—who is also a strappin' lass now." 
 " I 'm very glad to hear they are well. Captain," 
 
 said Charlie ; " and. Shank, what of " 
 
 He stopped, for the grave looks of his friends told 
 him that something was wronc. 
 " Gone to the dogs," said the Captain, 
 " Nay, not quite gone— but going fast." 
 "And the father?" 
 
 "Much as he was, Charlie, only somewhat more 
 deeply sunk. The fact is," continued Crossley, « it 
 is this very matter that takes us down to Sealford 
 to-day. We have just had fresh news of Shank— 
 who is in America— and I want to consult with 
 
 Mpow Lfiaf.hor oVvniif U 
 
 - — — —■»•« VKWVIU iX 
 
 m 
 
 
 You see I have agents 
 
 out there wno may be able to help us to save him." 
 
 
 
126 
 
 CHARLIE TO THii; RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 'f^r.i In 
 
 "From drink, I suppose?" interposed our hero. 
 " From himself, Charlie, and that includes drink 
 and a great deal more. I dare say you are aware— 
 at least if you are not I now tell you— that I have 
 long taken great interest in Mrs. Leather and her 
 family, and would go a long way, and give a great 
 deal, to save Shank. You know— no, of course you 
 don't, I forgot— that he threw up his situation in 
 my office— Withers & Co. (ay, you may smile, my 
 lad, but we humbugged you and got the better of 
 you that time. Didn't we. Captain ?) Well, Shank 
 was induced by that fellow Ealph Eitson to go away 
 to some gold-mine or other worked by his father in 
 California, but when they reached America they 
 got news of the failure of the Company and the 
 death of old Eitson. Of course the poor fellows 
 were at once thrown on their own resources, but 
 instead of facing life like men they took to gam- 
 bling. The usual results followed. They lost all 
 they had and went off to Texas or some such wild 
 place, and for a long time were no more heard of. 
 At last, just the other day, a letter came from 
 Eitson to Mrs. Leather, telling her that her son is 
 very ill— perhaps dying— in some out o' the way 
 place. Eitson was nursing him, but, being ill 
 himself, unable to work, and without means, it 
 would help them greatly if some money could be 
 sent — even though only a small sum." 
 Charlie Brooke listened to this narrative wien 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 127 
 
 compressed brows, and remained silent a few 
 seconds. "My poor chuml" he exclaimed at 
 length. Then a flash of fire seemed to gleam in his 
 blue eyes as he added, " If I had that fellow Eitson 
 by the " 
 
 He stopped abruptly, and the fire in the eyes 
 died out, for it was no part of our hero's charac- 
 ter to boast— much less to speak harshly of men 
 behind their backs. 
 " Has money been sent ? " he asked. 
 "Not yet. It is about that business that I'm 
 going to call on poor Mrs. Leather now. We must 
 be careful, you see. I have no reason, it is true, to 
 believe that Eitson is deceiving us, but when a 
 youth of no principle writes to make a sudden 
 demand for money, it behoves people to think 
 twice before they send it." 
 
 " Ay, to think three times — perhaps even four or 
 five," broke in the Captain, with stern emphasis. 
 "I know Ealph Eitson well, the scoundrel, an' if I 
 had aught to do wi' it I 'd not send him a penny. 
 As I said to my " 
 
 "Does your mother know of your arrival?" asked 
 Mr. Crossley abruptly. 
 " No ; I meant to take her by surprise." 
 "Humph! Just like you young fellows. In some 
 things you have no more brains than geese. Being 
 made of cast-iron and shoe-leather you assume that 
 everybody else is, or ought to be, made of the same 
 
 
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 raw material. Don't you know that surprises of 
 this sort are apt to kill delicate people ? " 
 
 Charlie smiled by way of reply. 
 
 "No, sir," continued the old gentleman firmly 
 "I won't let you take h. • "v surprise. While I 
 go round to the Leathers good friend Captain 
 Stride will go in advance of you to Mrs. Brooke's 
 and break the news to her. He is accustomed to 
 deal with ladies." 
 
 "Bight you are, sir," said the gratified Captain 
 removing his hat and wiping his brow. « As I said! 
 no lat^r than yesterday to " 
 
 A terrific shriek from the steam-whistle, and a 
 plunge into the darkness of a tunnel stopped— and 
 thus lost to the world for ever—what the Captain 
 said upon that occasion. 
 
 It i 
 
OF Tire SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 129 
 
 
 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 T.LU OF H«Pt MMTraas «D SEMOm COKaoiTATiOK.. 
 
 Whetheu Captain Stride executed his commis- 
 
 IZt ^'ir'j" '"'""°' '^"' ''"'' ^J-^'her the 
 meetmg of Mrs. Brooke with her long-lost son came 
 to near kiUmg or not we will not tell. Enough to 
 know that they met, and that the Captain-with 
 that dehcacy of feeling so noticeable in seafaring 
 men-went outs.de the cottage door and smoked 
 his pipe while the meeting was in progress. After 
 having given sufficient time, as he said, "for the 
 first o the squall to Mow over," he summarily 
 snuhhed^his pipe, put it into his vest pocket, an^ 
 
 "Now, missus, you 'II excuse me, ma'am, for cuttin' 
 m atween jou, but this business o' the leathers is 
 pressrn. an' if we are to hold a confabulation wi' 
 the family about it, why " 
 
 "Ah, to be sure, Captain Stride is right" said 
 Mrs. Brooke, turning to her stalwart son, ;ho 
 was seated on the sofa bfisiHA h- «T^--- • 
 very, very sad business about poor Shank. You 
 
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130 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 had better go to them, Charlie. I will follow you in 
 a short time. 
 
 " Mr. Crossley is with them at this moment I 
 forgot to say so, mother." 
 
 "Is he? I'm very glad of that," returned the 
 widow. "He has been a true friend to us all. 
 Go, Charlie. But stay. I see May coming. The 
 dear child always comes to me when there is any- 
 thing good or sorrowful to tell. But she comes 
 from the wrong direction. Perhaps she does not 
 yet know of Mr. Crossle/s arrival." 
 
 "May! Can it be?" exclaimed Charlie in an 
 undertone of surprise as he observed, through the 
 window, the girl who approached. 
 
 And well might he be surprised, for this, al- 
 though the same May, was very different from the 
 girl he left behind him. The angles of girlhood 
 had given place to the rounded lines of young 
 womanhood. The rich curly brown hair, which 
 ased to whirl wildly in the sea-breezes, was gathered 
 up in a luxuriant mass behind her graceful head, 
 and from the forehead it was drawn back in two 
 wavy bands, in defiance of fashion, which at that 
 time was beginning to introduce the detestable 
 modern fringe. Perhaps we are not quite un- 
 biassed in our judgment of the said fringe, for it is 
 intimately associated in our mind with the savages 
 of North America, whose dirty red faces, in years 
 past, were wont to glower at us from beneath just 
 
or THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 181 
 
 such a fringe, long before it was adopted by the fair 
 dames of England I 
 
 In other respects, however, May was little 
 changed, except that the slightest curl of sadness 
 about her eyebrows made her face more attractive 
 than ever, as she nodded pleasantly to the Captain, 
 who had hastened to the door to meet her. - 
 
 "So glad to see you, Captain Stride,"' she said 
 shaking hands with unfeminine heartiness. " Have 
 you been to see mother ? I have just been having 
 a walk before " *" 
 
 She stopped as if transfixed, for at that moment 
 she caught sight of Charlie and his mother through 
 the open door. 
 
 Poor May flushed to the roots of her hair; then 
 she turned deadly pale, and would have fallen had 
 not the gallant Captain caught her in his arms. 
 But by a powerful effort of will she recovered her- 
 self in time to avoid a scene. 
 
 "The sight of you reminded me so strongly of 
 our dear Shank!" she stammered, when CharUe 
 hastening forward, grasped both her hands and 
 shook them warmly. •■ Besides-some of us thought 
 you were dead," 
 
 "No wonder you thought of Shank," returned 
 Chailie, "for he and I used to be so constantly to- 
 gether. But don't be cast down, May. We'll get 
 Shank out of hia ttvmMnn ..„«. •• ° 
 
 " Yes, and you know he has Ealph Kitson with 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 him/' said Mrs. Brooke; "and he, although not 
 quite as steady as we could wish, will be sure to 
 care for such an old friend in his sickness. But 
 you'd better go, Charlie, and see Mrs, Leather. 
 They will bo sure to want you and Captain Stride. 
 May will remain here with me. Sit down beside 
 me, dear, I want to have a chat with you." 
 
 "Perhaps, ma'am, if I make so bold," interposed 
 the Captain, "Mr. Crossley may want to have Miss 
 May also at the council of war." 
 
 "Mr. Crossley 1 is he with my mother?" asked 
 the girl eagerly. 
 
 " Yes, Miss May, he is." 
 
 " Then I must be there. Excuse me, dear Mrs. 
 Brooke." 
 
 And without more ado May ran out of the house. 
 She was followed soon after by Cnarlie and the 
 Captain, and Mrs. Brooke was left alone, expressing 
 her thankfulness and joy of heart in a few silent 
 tears over her knitting. 
 
 There was a wonderful similarity in many respects 
 between Mrs. Brooke and her friend Mrs. Leather. 
 They both knitted— continuously and persistently. 
 This was a convenient if not a powerful bond, for it 
 enabled them to sit for hours together—busy, yet 
 free to talk. They were both invalids—a sympa- 
 thetic bond of considerable strength. They held 
 the same religious views— an indispensable bond 
 where two people have to be much together, and 
 
OF THE SRA AND THK ROCKIES. 18S 
 
 arc in earnest. They were both poor~a natural 
 bond which draws people of a certain kind very 
 close together, physically as well as spiritually-and 
 both, up to this time at least, had long-absent and 
 somi-lost sons. Even in the matter of dauglitors 
 they might bo said, in a sense, to bo almost equal, 
 for May, loving each, was a daughter to both' 
 Lastly, in this matter of similarity, the two ladies 
 were good-good as gold, according to Captain 
 Stride, and ho ought to have been an authority, for 
 be frequently visited them and knew all their 
 affairs. Fortunately for both ladies, Mrs. Brooke 
 was by far the stronger-minded— hence they never 
 quarrelled I 
 
 In Mrs. Leather's parlour a solemn conclave was 
 seated round the parlour table. They were very 
 earnest, for the case under consideration was urgent 
 as well as very pitiful. Poor Mrs. Leather's face' 
 was wet with tears, and the pretty brown eyes of 
 May were not dry. They had had a long talk 
 over the letter from Eitson, which was brief and 
 to the point, but meagre as to details. 
 
 " I rather like the letter, considering who wrote 
 it," observed Mr. Crossley, laying it down after a 
 fourth perusal. « You see he makes no whining or 
 discontented reference to the hardness of their 
 luck, which young scapegraces are so fond of doing . 
 
 nor does he TYioL-n ««v,r.;„^ r .•_ » ' 
 
 -— — -.,..^^^ ^^^^^^^.^ i/iuiuoaiuns or regret or 
 
 repentance, which hypocrites are so prone to do. I 
 
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 134 
 
 CIIARLIS TO THE RESCUE : A TALK 
 
 If 
 
 ill 
 
 think it bears the btamp of being genuine on the 
 face of it At least it appears to be straightfor- 
 ward.** 
 
 "I'm so glad you think so, Mr. Crossley." said 
 Mrs. Leather ; " for Mr. Kitson is such a pleasant 
 young man— and so good-looking, too I" 
 
 The old gentleman and the Captain both burst 
 into a laugh at this. 
 
 " I 'm afrnid," said the former, •• that good looks 
 are no guarantee for good behaviour. However, I 
 have made up my mind to send him a small sum 
 of money— not to Shank, Mrs. Leather, so you need 
 not begin to thank mo. I shall send it to Kitson." 
 
 " Well, thank you all the same," interposed the 
 lady, taking up her knitting and resuming opera- 
 tions below the table, gazing placidly all the while 
 at her friends like some consummate conjuror, "for 
 Ralph will be sure to look after Shank." 
 
 *• The only thing that puzzles me is, how are we 
 to get it sent to such an outo'-the-way place- 
 Traitor's Trap ! It 's a bad name, and the stupid 
 fellow makes no mention of any known town near 
 to it, though he gives the post-office. If I only 
 knew its exact whereabouts I might get some one 
 to take the money to him, for I have agents in many 
 parts of America." 
 
 After prolonged discussion of the subject, Mr. 
 Crossley returned to town to make inquiries, and 
 tx.e Captain «-cut to take hia favouiite walk by the 
 
Of THE HEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 iJ87 
 
 fioa-8hore, wliero ho was wont, when paying u visit 
 to Sealford, to drive) thn leathers' littlo dog half- 
 mad with delight by throwing stones into tho soa 
 for Scraggy to go in for—which ho always did, 
 though ho novor fetched thorn out. 
 
 In tho courso of that day Charlio Brooko loft his 
 niothor to take a stroll, and naturally turned in tho 
 direction of tho sea. When half-way through tho 
 luuo with the high banks on either side ho encoun- 
 tered May. 
 
 " What a pleasant pretty girl she has become 1 " 
 was his thought as she drew near, 
 
 " Nobler and handsomer than over I" was hers as 
 he approached. 
 
 Tho thoughts of both sent a flush to tho face of 
 each, but tho colou scarcely showed through the 
 bronzed akin of tho man. 
 
 "Why, what a woman you havo grown, May!" 
 said Charlie, grasping her hand, and attempting to 
 resume tho old familiar terms—with, however, 
 imperfe(:t success. 
 
 " Isn't that natural ?" asked May, with a glance 
 and a little laugh. 
 
 Triat glance and that littlo laugh, insignificant in 
 themselves, tore a voil from tho eyes of Ch 13 
 Brooke. He had always been fond of May Leather, 
 after a fashion. Now it suddenly rushed upon him 
 
 that he was fond of hp.r nffnv nnnfTmr foe,l,i«« I TTq 
 
 was a quick thinker and just reasoner. A poor 
 
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 134. 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 If 
 
 man without a profession and no prospects has no 
 right to try to gain the affections of a girl. He 
 became grave instantly. 
 
 " May." he said, « will you turn back to the shore 
 with me for a little ? I want to have a talk about 
 Shank. I want you to tell me all you know about 
 him. Don't conceal anything. I feel as if I had a 
 right to claim your confidence, for, as you know 
 well, he and I have been like brothers since we 
 were little boys." 
 
 May had turned at once, and the tears filled her 
 eyes as she told the sad story. It was long, and 
 the poor girl was graphic in detail. We can give 
 but the outline here. 
 
 Shank had gone off with Ritson not long after 
 the sailing of the Walrus. On reaching America, 
 and hearing of the failure of the company that 
 worked the gold mine, and of old Ritson's death, 
 they knew not which way to turn. It was a tre- 
 mendous blow, and seemed to have rendered them 
 reckless, for they soon took to gambling. At first 
 they remained in New York, and letters came home 
 pretty regularly, in which Shank always expressed 
 hopes of getting more respectable work. He did 
 not conceal their mode of gaining a livelihood, but 
 defended it on the ground that "a man must live !" 
 For a time the letters were cheerful. The young 
 men were " lucky." Then came a chano-e of luck 
 and a consequent change in the letters, which came 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE noCKIlSS. 137 
 
 1033 frequently. At last there arrived one from 
 Shank, both the style and penmanship of wMch old 
 tha he had not forsaken the great curse of hts 1 fe 
 
 tTr^tkee.^':;h'"''r'-^°^«°'"«o^ 
 
 fi.n„ K T ^^ ^ P^^^y Of "discoverers" 
 
 though what they were to discover was not Z 
 
 sion, we have heard nothing about them till this 
 
 :•;•»»««•. 1 111.1. ..«.,u«M„. M.rf 
 
 The youth did not observe the blush TTi, 
 oughts were otherwise engaged, and h "Jes wt 
 at the moment fixed on a far-off mrt of fh! T 
 Where Captain Stride could be LT J^ f^^^ 
 joyful Scraggy to his fruitless labours. 
 
 do Ma7V'"°"" '"' ^^ ^•'■'''•J-' of him as you 
 do. May. However, misfortune as well as experience 
 
 B„T r: ?''^ '■" ' "'^«'' P-I^^P^ - hettrman 
 
 ttmtrt^Tjr^^^^'^- 
 
 -aching its desti'na'ti::; "' " '°"=" '° "°^ ^^^' 
 
,.'*,!'"' *?,"■ 
 
 Ji'k^ <y ."-?,'>' :. . r-rt1inr . '#ffa aaay 
 
 138 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCOE : A. TALE 
 
 
 
 " Oh ! if wo only knew some one in New York 
 who would take it to them," said May, looking pite- 
 ously at the horizon, as if she were apostrophising 
 some one on the other side of the Atlantic. 
 
 "Why, you talk as if New York and Traitor's 
 Trap were within a few miles of each other," said 
 Charlie, smiling gently. "They are hundreds of 
 miles apart." 
 
 "Well, I suppose they are. But I feel so 
 anxious about Shank when I think of the dear boy 
 lying ill, perhaps dying, in a lonely place far fai 
 away from us all, and no one but Mr. Ritson to care 
 for him ! If I were only a man I would go to him 
 myself." 
 
 She broke down at this point, and put her hand- 
 kerchief to her face. 
 
 "Don't cry. May," began the youth in sore per- 
 plexity, for he knew not how to comfort the poor 
 girl in the circumstances, but fortunately Captain 
 Stride caught sight of them at the moment, and 
 gave them a stentorian hail. 
 
 " Hi ! halloo ! back your to-o-o-ps'ls. I '11 overhaul 
 ye in a jiffy." 
 
 How long a nautical jiffy may be we know not, 
 but, in a remarkably brief space of time, considering 
 the shortness and thickness of his sea-legs, the Cap- 
 tain was alongside, blowing, as he said, "like a 
 grampus. ." 
 
 That night Charlie Brooke sat with his mother in 
 
OF THE SEA ANO THE HOOKIES. 139 
 
 her parlour. They were alone-their friend, h. 
 "ig considerately left thnm f 1 , '""'" 
 
 their fi«t night '° "'^^'^'^^^ "» 'his 
 
 -«andoo.;2;a::rei;L:^r^;: 
 
 Surely, my boy, it is time enough to tilt k . 
 that to-morrow, or next dav v! '''""" 
 
 improved that girl mother^ ' ■ ^"»<'«''"«% 
 
 " IndPP,! <,>. , ^''°'^" «""« pretty ? '• 
 
 hermin/" ''°"'^'"°" ^^'S^^ heavily on 
 
 "Can you wonder, Charlie ?" 
 
140 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALB 
 
 " That 's natural too, my son. I have no doubt 
 she would, poor dear girl, if she were only a man." 
 
 " Do you know, mother, I Ve not been able to get 
 that speech out of my head all this afternoon. ' If 
 I were a man— if I were a man,' keeps ringing 
 in my ears like the chorus of an old song, and 
 then " 
 
 "Well, Charlie, what then?" asked Mrs. Brooke, 
 v/ith a puzzled glance. 
 
 "Why, then, somehow the chorus has changed 
 in my brain and it runs—' I am a man! I am a. 
 ma^!'" 
 
 "Well?" asked the mother, with an anxious 
 look. 
 
 " Well— that being so, I have made up my mind 
 that / will go out to Traitor's Trap and carry the 
 money to Shank, and look after him myself. That 
 is, if you will let me." 
 
 "0 Charlie! how can you talk of it?" said Mrs. 
 Brooke, with a distressed look. "I have scarcely 
 had time to realise the fact that you have come 
 home, and to thank God for it, when you begin to 
 talk of leaving me again— perhaps for years, as 
 before." 
 
 "Nay, mother mine, you jump to conclusions too 
 hastily. What I propose is not to go off again on 
 a long voyage, but to take a run of a few days in a 
 first-class steamer across what the Americans call 
 the big fish-pond ; then go across country comfort- 
 
 t£^' 
 
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no doubt 
 1 man." 
 )le to get 
 Don. ' If 
 I ringing 
 ong, and 
 
 Brooke, 
 
 changed 
 I am a 
 
 anxious 
 
 n.y mind 
 arry the 
 I That 
 
 lid Mrs. 
 scarcely 
 '6 come 
 )egin to 
 sars, as 
 
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 ably by rail; after that hire a horse and have a 
 gaUop somewhere or other; find out ShankTnd 
 
 i^r^w ran?rt ""- -«^ "^" 
 
 wrecked." "° '''"'"'=^' '^'"°^'- "^ Wng 
 
 "I don-t know, Charlie," returned Mra Brooke 
 >n a sad tone, as she laid her hand on her s nl' 
 arm and stroked it. «As you put ^ZT 
 
 sounds all very ea<,v «^.i 7 , ' ® '^""S 
 
 very easy, and no doubt it would ho „ 
 
 grand, a noble thing to resen« t,u. , ° ^^ " 
 why talk of it f„ °,.! Shank— but-but, 
 
 "11 J- taiK ot It to-night, mv Amr y.^-,, o t^ ■ , 
 
 Go to bed. Charlie, and w7wm taS " ^''"'■ 
 
 morning" " '*"" " "^er in the 
 
 "Goo<l.night, my son, and God bless you." 
 
 Lons too 
 ^ain on 
 lys in a 
 ms call 
 omfort- 
 
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 142 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 CIIANOKS THE SOBNB CONSIDERABLY f 
 
 We must transport our reader now to a locality 
 somewhere in the region lying between New 
 Mexico and Colorado. Here, in a mean-looking 
 out-of-the-way tavern, a number of rough-looking 
 men were congregated, drinking, gambling, and 
 spmning yarns. Some of them belonged to the 
 cla^s known as cow-boys-men of rugged exterior, 
 iron constitutions, powerful frames, and apparently 
 reckless dispositions, though underneath the surface 
 there was considerable variety of character to be 
 found. 
 
 The landlord of the inn-if we may so call it, for 
 it was little better than a big shanty-was known 
 by the name of David. He was a man of cool 
 courage. His customers knew this latter fact well 
 and were also aware that, although he carried no 
 weapon on his person, he had several revolvers in 
 handy places under his counter, with the use of 
 which he was extremely familiar and expert. 
 
 In the midst of a group of rather noisy characters 
 
. locality 
 Bn New 
 i-looking 
 L-looking 
 ing, and 
 to the 
 exterior, 
 parently 
 i surface 
 r to be 
 
 11 it, for 
 I known 
 of cool 
 ct well, 
 ried no 
 vers in 
 use of 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 143 
 
 wlio smoked and drank in one corner nf fK- • 
 shanty, there wa, seated on tVer; ''^Z: 
 case, a man in the prime of Ufa . u PacKing- 
 
 eathern costume betokened him ^ZL o 
 trapper, and the sheepskin leggings with fhl , 
 
 norseman. Unhke most of his comrflri«. u 
 Indian moccasins, with spurs sl^ 'to C 
 Also a cap of the broad-brimmed order The t,' 
 about him that was most strikinsTL! l^ 
 i;i3~e breadth of shouldeTL^^t^^^^^^ 
 
 around him. As one became acquainted with the 
 man, however, his massive proportions h J / 
 powerful an effect on the min'd oTaTle' /al: 
 qu.et simplicity of his expression and mal' 
 Good-nature seemed to lurk in th. v f^nne'- 
 eyes and the comers of h7s ll L r,''°"' "^ 
 the peculiarity of turn4 Zn tstf of^^^^^^^^ 
 
 he smiled ; yet withal there was a 1, 
 
 about him that forbade famuLL "" ^'"'^ 
 
 The name of the man was Hunky Ben and th, 
 
 strangest thing about him-th»t L ? 
 
 these wild men most-waTftat h^"'t T'^' 
 
 """ "u .eahy thought these things wrong. 
 
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 144 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " Well, now," he replied quietly, with a twinkle in 
 his eye, " I 'm no parson, boys, that I should sot up 
 to diskiver what 's rip;ht an' what 's wrong. I Ve 
 got my own notions on them points, you bet, but 
 I 'm not goin' to preach 'em. As to smokin', I 
 won't make a smoked herrin' o' my tongue to please 
 anybody. Besides, I don't want to smoke, an' why 
 should I do a thing I don't want to just because 
 other people does it? Why should I make a new 
 want when I 've got no end o' wants a'ready that 's 
 hard enough to purvide for ? Drinkin 's all very 
 well if a man wants Dutch courage, but I don't 
 want it-no, nor French courage, nor German, nor 
 Chinee, havin' got enough o' the article home- 
 growed to sarve my purpus. When that 's used up 
 I may take to drinkin'— who knows ? Same wi' 
 gamblin'. I 've no desire to bust up any man, an' 
 I don't want to be busted up myself, you bet. No 
 doubt drinkin', smokin', an' gamblin' makes men 
 jolly -them at leaart that's tough an' that wins!— 
 but I 'm jolly without 'em, boys,-jolly as a cotton- 
 tail rabbit just come of age." 
 
 " An' ye look it, old man," returned the youn« 
 fellow, puffing cloudlets with the utmost vigour^^ 
 "but come, Ben, won't ye spin us a yarn about your 
 frontier life?" 
 
 "Yes, do, Hunky," cried another in an entreating 
 voice, for it was well known all over that region that 
 the bold hunter was a good story-teller, and as he 
 
winkle in 
 lid sot up 
 ig. I Ve 
 I bet, but 
 mokin', I 
 to please 
 , an' why 
 ' because 
 :e a new 
 iy that 's 
 all very 
 
 I don't 
 man, nor 
 3 home- 
 used up 
 ame wi' 
 man, an' 
 >et. No 
 :es men 
 wins ! — 
 
 cotton- 
 
 ■ young 
 vigour ; 
 ut your 
 
 seating 
 on that 
 1 as he 
 
 0" "'B SEA ANO TUK KOCKIES. 
 
 •""l much to to 1 ofTA' r "'"'''"'°'''' "'at ho 
 Wnd; but although he 1" 1' ""' "''^'"""roua 
 '""cand looked afhlXol !"" ""«" '" 
 ''- I'ead, and would noLo It To". 7' '"' ""'""' 
 
 "^°- boys, it can't tl ? ' '''"''"'" »"'• 
 
 "I've no tin.; for I -^ . T "'■''''^■" ^e said; 
 
 •-t-aste.an-'alron.rSt'^r'^''''"^" 
 fr«^'>en up a bit. The H l "' '"' ""^ P^-^ to 
 
 - t™.blo the. b, a'uc!::*'^ "^ «°^»' '" «-e 
 
 trouble." ' "^^^'® always givin' ug 
 
 '•e £^ ;tc fhrap^eaS'irf- "'"■ "^ 
 
 ment I heer'd expres^ort „, ! ' ""*' '» * senti- 
 
 -^3. though i7^x::zr''' '" "'^ -- 
 
 a Kedslcin ehief-onl/h ^ ,r"' ""' "^^ "^ 
 devils who troubled aLt. ""^ Pale-faoed 
 
 ^^^.-t both belt., Lr:;^'°'»'---- 
 
 Par-tive demerits of ZTwo''" "' '° ""« -"- 
 'o^g checked by the ,!, 7 T"' "^^^ ^"^ «'« 
 
 •■' very tall man orco„ . °' °^'"^''' '"•<' 
 
 tearing entered the rolTl I ^''^^'«=« ""d 
 
 looked ro«"d - • • ' *^°^ °^ Ws hat „„^ 
 
 "' -"« a slight bow to the companT 
 
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 There was nothinp; oomnmndinpf, howovor, in the 
 quiet voice with which ho asked the landlord if 
 he and his horse could be put up there for the 
 night. 
 
 The company knew at once, from the cut of the 
 stranger's tweed suit, as well as his tongue, that ho 
 was an Englishman, not much used to the ways of 
 the country — though, from the revolver and knife 
 in his belt, and the repeating rifle in his hand, he 
 seemed to be ready to meet the country on its own 
 terms by doing in Rome as Home does. 
 
 On being told that he could have a space on the 
 floor to lie on, which he might convert into a bed if 
 he had a blanket with him, ho seemed to make up 
 his mind to remain, asked for food, and wliilo it 
 was preparing went out to attend to his horse. 
 Then, returning, he went to a retired corner of the 
 room, and flung himself down at full length on a 
 vacant bench, as if he were pretty well exhausted 
 with fatigue. 
 
 The simple fare of the hostelry was soon ready ; 
 and when the stranger was engaged in eating it, he 
 asked a cow-boy beside him how far it was to 
 Traitor's Trap. 
 
 At the question there was a perceptible lull in 
 the conversation, and the cow-boy, who v/as a very 
 coarse forbidding specimen of his class, said that 
 he guessed Traitor's Trap was distant about twenty 
 mile or so. 
 
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 the place whoro I ZZ I T "' "«' '"< «' 
 
 •"uch prefer to puah o>, to-Tlf^ '''^ ^ ''""^'^ 
 
 " Wall, Bt«„ser whethn ! , ""'' •'"■'""«•" 
 
 tamed the cow-boy ^t J ^T'" "' "»'•" «" 
 
 for there 's a fian^ o^ .„ h "''^ ^ ^''''° *° «» VM, 
 
 country fi^if^rCrr?""'"'"^"'"'''''''' 
 A man that's cot to !f J "'""' "">" l"^'t- 
 
 eo by like a tlljV, ?""°'"' '^'™P «•>-■'" 
 "ever go alone." ""'""erbolt, an' he should 
 
 En;ithit:r:::r;T^'''^-"-''eatho 
 -;^^hth.i.or.::r:,^;^« 
 
 Dangerous." exclaimed the cow-boy "Av • 
 
 '"" be as long as Buck Tom an' Z k ^' " 
 
 ""''"''g. Why. stranger I'dT.^ .^^' "« 
 
 you bet, before I'd Jtt' .^*' ""^ ''*« '""ured, 
 
 crowd 0' men ft 1 /"""'"-^^"OP' '-"h « big 
 
 --t up that way. ther!"' " '"" '^'' ^^ ^ 
 
 '» go-so I spTnt. ''^ «yself-for I /u^ 
 
 ^Vd. IgL?riol"^;,r'^^^'-«-. an- 
 
 on t'other side o' TrI or'! l "T '" ' ^"^^ J"«' 
 cheer up, thinkin' I 'd 1^ J ^* '''"" ^ "^8^° to 
 
 rrm.p " A U got Off SQUarfi ! hnf T U-.i „ 
 
 o-e uuoDiier iiundred yards wL« ' " " '" " '"'*'''' ^ 
 
 ^»^^s when up starts Buck 
 
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 Tom an' his mon with 'hands up.' I wont hoad 
 down flat on my naddlo instead, T was so riled. 
 Hang w(5nt a six-shooter, an' the ball just combed 
 my back hair. I suppose liuck was so took by 
 surprise at a single man darin' to disobey his orders 
 that ho missed. Anyhow I socked spurs into Blue- 
 fire, an' made a break for the open country ahead. 
 They made after mo like locomotives wi' the safety- 
 valves blocked, but Bluefire was moro'n a match 
 for 'em. They kep' blazin' away all the time too, 
 but never touched me, though I heard the balls 
 whistlin' past for a good while. Bluefire an' mo 
 went, you bet, like a nor'easter in a passion, an' at 
 last they gave it up. No, stranger, take my advice 
 an' don't go past Traitor's Trap alone. I wouldn't 
 go there at all if I could help it." 
 
 " I don't intend to go past it. I mean to go inlo 
 it," said iho Englishman, with a short laugh, as he 
 laid down his knife and fork, having finished his 
 slight meal ; " and, as I cannot get a guide, I shall 
 be forced to go alone." 
 
 " Stranger," said the cow-boy in surprise, " d 'ye 
 want to meet wi' Buck Tom ? " 
 
 " Not particularly." 
 
 " An' are ye aware that Buck Tom is one o' the 
 most hardened, sanguinacious blackguards in all 
 Colorado?" 
 
 " I did not know it before, but I suppose I may 
 believe it now." 
 
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 of the cow-boy. „„., fullya Ld T IT"'"""^ 
 the counter with »„ • . "™'^'' "P '<> 
 
 demauded dri-r I Lr "'^T"'' '''•■«'""=«• «"<! 
 it off quick v-M 7,'"!PP'*«'' '""■'• He tossed 
 
 he asked- '" " ''««P-'oned voice 
 
 "Has the Kankin Creek Company sent thnf 
 account and the money ? " ^ '"*' 
 
 Profound silence had fallen nn .t, 1 , 
 in the room the moment t^^,n '^ "'^ ^"''^ 
 
 -idently looked aTh'm „ 3 "T^- '^''"^^ 
 not respect. P'"^'"""' """«" if 
 
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 glance fco nnn -^ T ^°^ condescend to 
 
 Lrsti;rttcr-^''---'-^« 
 
 At that moment the Englishman re-entered went 
 lus corner, spread his blanket on tie It 
 ay down, put his wide-awake over Z tl'l"' 
 -«-a himself to repose, apparency™: 
 
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 that anything special was going on, and obtusely 
 blind to the quiet but eager signals wherewith 
 the cow-boy was seeking to direct his attention to 
 Buck Tom. 
 
 In a few minutes the landlord found the paper 
 he wanted, and began to look over it. 
 
 " The company owes you," he said, " three hun- 
 dred dollars ten cents for the work done," said the 
 landlord slowly. 
 
 Buck nodded his head as if satisfied with this. 
 
 "Your account has run on a long while," con- 
 tinued the landlord, "and they bid me explain 
 that there is a debit of two hundred and ninety- 
 nine dollars against you. Balance in your favour 
 one dollar ten cents." 
 
 A dark frown settled on Buck Tom's counten- 
 ance, as the landlord laid the balance due on the 
 counter, and for a few moments he seemed in uncer- 
 tainty as to what he should do, while the land- 
 lord stood conveniently near to a spot where one of 
 his revolvers lay. Then Buck turned on his heel, 
 and was striding towards the door, when the land- 
 lord called him back. 
 
 " Excuse my stopping you, Buck Tom," he said, 
 " but there *s a gentleman here who wants a guide 
 to Traitor's Trap. Mayhap you wouldn't object 
 to " 
 
 " Where is he ?" demanded Buck, wheeling round, 
 with a look of slight surprise. 
 
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 "There," said the landlord, pointing to the dark 
 
 asleep, with h.s hat pulled well down over his eyes 
 J^uckjo. looked at the Sleeping «g„. .or X 
 
 sometol r"' ' ""^'" 8«ide him," he said, with 
 something of a grim smile, " but I 'm travelling too 
 fast for comfort Ho ^- i.i. . ""vemng too 
 
 wav" h» ,/ , , °'^''* ''^"'P^^ ™«- By the 
 
 on ;h« / ' '""^'"^ ""^'^ "' •>« '«'<» Ws hand 
 on the door, "you may tell the Eankin Creek 
 
 to their offlee door, for I intend to call on them 
 ome day soon and balance up that little Lou!I 
 
 credit of their charity account " 
 
 lortT'' ""'""°' """^ ^"'^'^ Tom was gone. Be- 
 u?e7t7"f " "^ *^^"" '■^'^ quite recove^d 
 
 ieard ra tt r^''' *' ''"'"^^ "^ "« "orse were 
 
 heard rattling along the road which led in the 
 direction of Traitor's Trap. 
 
 " Was that really Buck Tom ? " asked Hunky Ben 
 in some surprise. ^ ' 
 
 ;;Ay-or his ghost," answered the landlord. 
 
 bov who t . ^ ' '' 'P"' ''**' '»«'" ^^M the cow- 
 boy, who had warned the Englishman. 
 
 CruY ? ""aci "7 " ' "" ^ "^ """^^ ^"^° ^^^ to-night, 
 ^lux? asked a comrade. 
 
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 "Just SO— you had a rare chance," remarked 
 another of the cow-boys, with something of a sneer 
 in his tone. 
 
 " Because I 'm not yet tired o' my life," replied 
 Crux, indignantly. " Buck Tom has got eyes in the 
 back o' his head, I do believe, and shoots dead like 
 a flash " 
 
 " Not that time he missed you at Traitor's Trap, 
 I think," said the other. 
 
 "Of course not — 'cause we was both mounted 
 that time, and scurryin' over rough ground like 
 wild-cats. The best o' shots would miss thar an' 
 thus. Besides, Buck Tom took nothin' from me, 
 an' ye wouldn't have me shoot a man for missin' me 
 —surely. If you 're so fond o' killin', why didn't 
 you shoot him yourself ? — you had a rare chance ! " 
 
 Crux grinned — for his ugly mouth could not 
 compass a smile — as he thought thus to turn the 
 tables on his comrade. 
 
 "Well, he's got clear off, anyhow, returned the 
 comrade, an' it 's a pity, for " 
 
 He was interrupted by the Englishman raising 
 himself and asking in a sleepy tone if there was 
 likely to be moonlight soon. 
 
 The company seemed to think him moonstruck to 
 ask such a question, but one of them replied that 
 the moon was due in half an hour. 
 
 " You 've lost a good chance, sir," said Crux, who 
 had a knack of making all his communications as 
 
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 disagreeably as possible, unless they chanced to be 
 unavoidably agreeable, in which case he made the 
 worst of them. "Buck Tom hisself has just bin 
 here, an might have agreed to guide you to Tmitor's 
 Irap if you -d made him a good offer." 
 
 "Why did you not awake me?" asked the 
 Jinglishman in a reproachful tone, as he sprang ud 
 grasped his blanket hastily, threw down a pie^ of 
 money on the counter, and asked if the road wasn't 
 straight and easy for a considerable distance. 
 
 "Straight as an arrow for ten mUe," said the 
 landlord, as he laid down the change which the 
 Jinghshman put into an apparently well-filled purse 
 
 X 11 guide you, stranger, for five dollars," said 
 
 Urux. 
 
 "I want no guide," returned the other, somewhat 
 brusquely as he left the room. 
 
 A minute or two later he was heard to pass the 
 door on horseback at a sharp trot. 
 
 "Poor lad, he'll run straight into the wolf's den- 
 but why he wants to do it puzdes me," remarked 
 the landlord as he carefully cleaned a tankard, 
 iiut he would take no warning." 
 
 " The wolf doesn't seem half as bad as he 's bin 
 painted, said Hunky Ben, rising and offering to 
 pay his score. ^ 
 
 Cruf *""' ^""''y~"°' 8oin' to skip, are ye ? " asked 
 "I told ye I was in a hurry. Only waitin' to 
 
 
 
 
 
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 rest my pony. My road is the same as the 
 stranger's, at least part o* the way. I 'U overhaul 
 an' warn him." 
 
 A few minutes more and the broad-shouldered 
 scout was also galloping along the road or track 
 which led towards the Eocky mountains in the 
 direction of Traitor's Trap. 
 
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OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 160 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 HDNKY BEN IS SORELY PERPLEXED. 
 
 It was one of Hunky Ben's few weaknesses to 
 
 take pride in being well mounted. When he left 
 
 the tavern he bestrode one of his best steeds-a 
 
 black charger of unusual size, which he had 
 
 purchased while on a trading trip in Texas-and 
 
 many a time had he ridden it while guiding the 
 
 United States troops in their frequent expeditions 
 
 against ill-disposed Indians. Taken both together 
 
 It would have been hard to equal, and impossible to 
 
 match, Hunky Ben and his coal-black mare. 
 
 From the way that Ben rode, on quitting the 
 tavern, it might have been supposed that legions 
 of wild Indians were at his heels. But after going 
 about a few miles at racing speed he reined in 
 and finally pulled up at a spot where a very slight 
 pathway diverged. Here he sat quite still for a few 
 mmutes in meditation. Then he muttered softly to 
 himself-for Ben was often and for long periods alone 
 - "•""'^ ""^ "" "^"tj piams, ana lound it some- 
 what « sociable-like » to mutter his thoughts audibly : 
 
 
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 " You 've not cotched him up after all, Ben," he 
 said. "Black Polly a'most equals a streak o* 
 lightnin', but the Britisher got too long a start o' 
 ye, an' he 's clearly in a hurry. Now, if I follow on 
 he '11 hear your foot^falls, Polly, an' p'raps be scared 
 into gom' faster to his doom. Whereas, if I go off 
 the track here an' drive ahead so as to git to the 
 Blue Fork before him, I'll be able to stop the 
 B'lck's little game, an' save the poor fellow's Ufe. 
 Buck is sure to stop him at the Blue Fork, for it 's 
 a handy spot for a road-agent,i and there 's no other 
 near." 
 
 Hunky Ben was pre-eminently a man of action. 
 As he uttered or thought the last word he gave a 
 little chirp which sent Black Polly along the 
 diverging track at a speed which almost justified 
 the comparison of her to lightning. 
 
 The Blue Fork was a narrow pass or gorge in the 
 hills, the footpath through which was rendered 
 rugged and dangerous for cattle because of the 
 rocks that had fallen during the course of ages 
 from the cliffs on either side. Seen from a short 
 distance off on the main track the mountains 
 beyond had a brilliantly blue appearance, and a few 
 hundred yards on the other side of the pass the 
 track forked—hence the name. One foik led up to 
 Traitor's Trap, the other to the foit of Quester 
 Creek, an ont-post of United States troops for whioh 
 
 * A highwayman. 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 157 
 
 Hunky Ben was bound with the warning that the 
 Redskins were contemplating mischief. As Ben 
 had conjectured, this was the spot selected by 
 Buck Tom as the most suitable place for way- 
 laying his intended victim. Doubtless he supposed 
 that no Englishman would travel in such a country 
 without a good deal of money about him, and he 
 resolved to relieve him of it. 
 
 It was through a thick belt of wood that the 
 scout had to gallop at first, and he soon outstripped 
 the traveller who kept to the main and, at that part, 
 more circuitous road, and who was besides obliged 
 to advance cautiously in several places. On nearing 
 liis destination, however, Ben pulled up, dismounted, 
 fastened his mare to a tree, and proceeded the rest 
 of the way on foot at a run, carrying his repeating 
 rifle with him. He had not gone far when he came 
 upon a horse. It was fastened, like his own, to a 
 tree in a hollow. 
 
 "Ho! ho!" thouf^ht Ben, "you prefer to do yer 
 dirty work on foot, Mr. Buck ! Well, you 're not far 
 wrong in such a place." 
 
 Advancing now with great caution, the scout left 
 the track and moved through the woods more like a 
 visible ghost than a man, for he was well versed in 
 all the arts and wiles of the Indian, and his mocca- 
 sined feet made no sound whatever. Climbing up 
 the pass at some height above the level of the road, 
 so that he might be able to see all that took place 
 
168 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE: A TALE 
 
 bolow, ho at last lay down at full length, and drew 
 himself in snako fashion to the edge of the thicket 
 that concealed him. Pushing aside the bushes 
 gently he looked down, and there, to his satisfac- 
 tion, beheld the man he was in search of, not thirty 
 yards off. 
 
 Buck Tom was crouching behind a large mass of 
 rock close to the track, and so lost in the dark 
 shadow of it that no ordinary man could have seen 
 him; but nothing could escape the keen and 
 practised eye of Hunky Ben. He could not 
 indeed make out the highwayman's form, but he 
 knew that he was there and that was enough. 
 Laying his rifle on a rock before him in a handy 
 position he silently watched the watcher. 
 
 During all this time the Englishman— whom the 
 reader has doubtless recognised as Charlie Brooke- 
 was pushing on as fast as he could in the hope of 
 overtaking the man who could guide him io Traitor's 
 Trap. 
 
 At last he came to the Blue Forks, and rode into 
 the pass with the confidence of one who suspects no 
 evil. He drew rein, however, as he advanced, and 
 picked his way carefully along the encumbered 
 path. 
 
 He had barely reached the middle of it, where a 
 clear space permitted the moonbeams to fall brightly 
 on the ground, when a stern voice suddenly broke 
 the stillness of the night with th 
 
 
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 " Hands up ! " 
 
 Charlie Brooke seemed either to be ignorant of 
 the ways of tlie country and of the fact tliat dis- 
 obedience to the command involved sudden death, 
 or he had grown unaccountably reckless, for instead 
 of raising his arms and submitting to be searched 
 by the robber who covered him with a revolver 
 he merely reined up and took off his hat, allowing 
 the moon to shine full on his countenance 
 
 The effect on Buck Tom was singular. Standing 
 with his back to the moon, his expression could not 
 be seen, but his arm dropped to his side as if it had 
 been paralysed, and the revolver fell to the ground 
 Kever had Buck Tom been nearer to his end than 
 at that moment, for Hunky Ben, seeing clearly what 
 would be the consequence of the Englishman's non- 
 compliance with the command, was already pressing 
 the trigger that would have sent a bullet into Buck 
 Tom's brain, but the Englishman's strange conduct 
 mduced him to pause, and the effect on the robber 
 caused him to raise his head and open wide his eyes 
 — also his ears I 
 
 "Ah! Ealph Eitson, has it come to this?" said 
 Charlie, in a voice that told only of pity and surprise. 
 
 lor some moments Ealph did not speak. He 
 was evidently stunned. Presently he recovered 
 and, passing his hand over his brow, but never tak- 
 ing his eyes off the handsome f.ce of his former 
 inena. He said in a low tone— 
 

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 1 60 CHAKLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " I— I—^ou't foci very suro whether you're flesh 
 and blood, Vmoh^. or a spirit— but— but " 
 
 "I'm real j .ugh to be able to shako hands, 
 Ritson," returned our hero, disniou..Jng, and going 
 up to his former friend, wlio aufforcd him to grasp 
 the hand that had been or the point of taking 
 his life. " But can it be true, that 1 really fiud you 
 
 "It is true, Charlie Brooke; quite true— but 
 while you see the result, you do not see, and cannot 
 easily understand, the hard grinding injustice that 
 has brought me to this. The last and worst blow I 
 received this very night. I have urgent need of 
 money-not for myself, believe me-and T came 
 down to David's store, at some personal risk, I may 
 add, to receive payment of a sum due me fbr acting 
 as a cow-boy for many months. The company, 
 
 instead of paying me " 
 
 " Yes, I knov7 ; I heard it all," said Charlie. 
 " You were only shamming sleep, then ?" 
 " Yes ; I knew you at once." 
 " Well, then," continued Buck Tom (as we shall 
 stiU continue to style him), " the disappointment 
 made me so desperate that I determined to rob you 
 —little thinking who you were— in order to help 
 
 poor Shank Leather " 
 
 "Does Shank stand in urgent need of help?" 
 asked Charlie, interrupting. 
 "He does indeed. He has been very ill. We 
 
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 have run out of funds, and ho needs food and physic 
 of a kind that the mountains don't furnish " 
 
 VDoes he belong to your band, Ritson V 
 well— nearly ; not quite I" 
 
 "That is a strange answer. How far is it to 
 where ho lies just now?" 
 
 "Six miles, about." 
 
 "Com., then, I will go to him if you will show 
 n. tho way," roturnod Charlie, preparing to remounl 
 
 l.avo plenty of that which poor Sha^k atari ,o 
 
 nuch m r.eed of. I„ fact I have come here fo the 
 
 express purpose of hunting him and you up. WouU 
 
 Jt not be well, by the way, to ride back to tl.r^^^oL 
 
 for some supplies ?" 
 
 "No need," answered Buck Tom, stooping f» pick 
 
 irom this to winch we can send to-moirow. We 
 can get what we want there." 
 
 "But what have you done with your horse?" 
 asked Charlie ; " I heard you start on one " 
 "It IS not far ofr. I '11 go fetch it " 
 So saying the robber entered the bushes and dis- 
 appeared A few minutes later the clattering f 
 oofs was heard, and in another moment he rode 
 «P to the spot where our hero awaited him 
 
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 ^ ring all this time Hunkv Ben hnH «fo"'> -■•'h 
 fle ready, listening with the feelings of a man 
 
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 in a (Iroam. Ho wfltchud the robber and hia victim 
 rido quiotly away until thoy were out of eight. 
 Then ho ntood up, tilted his cap on one side, and 
 scratched his head in great perplexity. 
 
 "Well, now," he said at length," this is about the 
 queerest alTair I 'vo conied across since I was raised. 
 It's a marcy I was born with a quiet spirit, for 
 another chip off the small end of a moment an* 
 Buck Tom would have bin with his fathers in their 
 happy, or otherwise, huntin* grounds! It's quite 
 clear that them two have bin friends, mayhap pards, 
 in the old country. An' Buck Tom (that 's Ilitson, 
 I think ho called him) has bin driven to it by injus- 
 tice, has ho ? Ah 1 Buck, if all the world that suf- 
 fers injustice was to take to robbery it 's not many 
 re pectable folk would be left to rob. Well, well, 
 my comin' off in such a splittin' hurrv to take care 
 o' this Britisher is a wild-goose chase arter all ! 
 It 's not the first one you 've bin led into anyhow, 
 an' it 's time you was lookin' arter yer own business, 
 Hunky Bon." 
 
 While giving vent to these remarks in low mut- 
 tering tones, the scout was quickly retracing his 
 steps to the place where ho had tied up Black Polly. 
 Mounting her he returned to the main track, pro- 
 ceeded along it until he reached the place beyond 
 the pass where the roads forked; then, selecting 
 that which diverged to the left, he set off at a hard 
 gallop in the direction of Quester Creek. 
 
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 Till! HAUNT or TIIK OUTLAWS. 
 
 Amn riding tlaongl, tho IM..0 Fork Clmrlio 
 and I .cic To,,. ca,„o to a stretch of open grou^l 
 co,,,>derab e extent, whore they could ride aire ,t 
 ..a here tho latter gave the for,ner some accoun „' 
 the condition of Shank Leather. 
 
 "Tell me, Kitson," said Chailie, "what yon mean 
 by Shank 'nearly' and -not onifn' i,„i • 
 your hand." ^ belonging to 
 
 Tho outlaw was silent for some time. T'.en ho 
 
 scon,ed to make up his mind to speak out. 
 
 Brooke," he said, "it did, till this night seem to 
 me that all the better feelings of my naturi- vlt 
 ever they were-had been blotted out of existen . 
 for smce I came to this part of the world the eruelty 
 and injustice that I have witnessed and sulTercd 
 have driven me to desperation, and I candidly con- 
 fess to you that I have come to hate pretty nigh 
 he whole human race. The grip of your hand a^d 
 tone ot your voice, however. hnv« f„w ^„ .1,.. j 
 '■"ve not yet sunk to the lowest possible" depths 
 
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 But that is not what I mean to enlarge on. What 
 I wish you to understand is, that after Shank and I 
 had gone to the dogs, and were reduced to beggary, 
 I made up my mind to join a band of men who 
 lived chiefly by their wits, and sometimes by their 
 personal courage. Of course I won't say who they 
 are, because we still hang together, and there is 
 no need to say what we are. The profession is 
 variously named, and not highly respected. 
 
 ''Shank refused to join me, so we parted. He 
 remained for some time in New York doing odd 
 jobS' for a living. Then he joined a small party of 
 emigrants, and journeyed west. Strange to say, 
 although the country is wide, he and I again met 
 accidentally. My fellows wanted to overhaul the 
 goods of the emigrants with whom he travelled. 
 They objected. A fight followed in which there 
 was no bloodshed, for the emigrants fled at the first 
 war-whoop. A shot from one of them, however, 
 wounded one of our men, and one of theirs was so 
 drunk at the time of the flight that he fell off his 
 horse and was captured. That man was Shank. I 
 recognised him when I rode up to see what some of my 
 boys were quarrelling over, and found that it was the 
 wounded man wanting to shove his knife into Shank. 
 
 " The moment I saw his face I claimed him as an 
 old chum, and had him carried up to our head- 
 quarters in Traitor's Trap. There he has remained 
 ever since, in a very shaky condition, for the fall 
 
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 seems to have injured him internally, besides almost 
 breaking his neck. Indeed I think his spine is 
 damaged,-.he recovers so slowly. We have tried to 
 persuade him to say that he will become one of us 
 when he gets well, but up to this time he has 
 steadily refused. I am not sorry; for, to say truth, 
 1 don t want to force any one into such a line of life 
 -and he does not look as if he'd be fit for it or 
 anything else, for many a day to come." 
 
 "But how does it happen that you are in such 
 straits just now?" asked Charlie, seeing that Buck 
 paused, and seemed unwilling to make further 
 explanations. 
 
 "Well, the fact is, we have not been successful of 
 late ; no chances have come in our way, and two of 
 our best men have taken their departure-one to 
 gold-digging in California, the other to the happy 
 hunting grounds of the Eedskin, or elsewhere. 
 Luck, in short, seems to have forsaken us. Pious 
 tolk, he added, with something of a sneer, "would 
 say, no doubt, that God had forsaken us." 
 
 "I think pious people would not say so, and they 
 would be wrong if they did," returned Charlie. « In 
 my opinion God never forsakes any one ; but when 
 His creatures forsake him He thwarts them. It 
 cannot be otherwise if His laws are to be vindicated » 
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 injustice. It makes my blood boil, and so, since it 
 is rampant here, and everybody has been unjust to 
 me, I have made up my mind to pay them back in 
 their own coin. There seems to me even a spice of 
 justice in that." 
 
 " I wonder that you cannot see the fallacy of your 
 reasoning, liitson," replied Charlie. "You ask, 
 * What have I done ?' The more appropriate ques- 
 tion would be, ' What have I not done V Have you 
 not, according to your own confession, rebelled 
 against your Maker and cast Him off; yet you expect 
 Him to continue His supplies of food to you; to 
 keep up your physical strength and powers of enjoy- 
 ing life, and, under the name of Luck, to furnish you 
 with the opportunity of breaking His own commands 
 by throwing people in your way to be robbed! 
 Besides which, have you not yourself been guilcy of 
 gro- 3 injustice in leading poor weak Shank Leather 
 into vicious courses— to his great, if not irreparable, 
 damage? I don't profess to teach theolcgy, Ealph 
 Eitson, my old friend, but I do think that even an 
 average cow-boy could understand that a rebel has 
 no claim to forgiveness— much less to favour— until 
 he lays down his arms and gives in." 
 
 "Had any other man but you, Charlie Brooke, 
 said half as much as you ha\e just said to me, I 
 would have blown his brains out," returned the 
 outlaw sternly. 
 
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 " ^ '^ """^ S^'"^ "0 Other man did say it then " 
 returned Charlie, "for y„u,. hands mj b' suffi- 
 -eat y a axned already. But don't let anger IZ 
 you to the fact, Ealph, that you and I wtre one 
 
 what as of far greater importance, the Almighty is 
 
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 augh-g softly, ..but you must end your sermon' 
 
 here m the meantime, for we have reached the 
 
 entrance to Traitor's Trap, and have not room to 
 
 nde further abreast. I will lead, and do you follow 
 
 w.th care, for the path is none o' the safest. My 
 
 asking you to follow me is a stronger proof than 
 
 you may thmk that I believe in your friendship. 
 
 Mos strangers whom I escort ap this gorge are 
 
 usually requested to lead the way, and I keep my 
 
 tact :'' '''' '^'^ ''"'"" ''™y ^'■'»" '^' 
 
 The defile or gorge which they had reached was 
 not mappropriately named, for, although the ori..in 
 the name was unknown, the appearance of the 
 place was eminently suggestive of blackness and 
 reachery. T.,70 spurs of tlie mountain ran^e 
 termed a precipitous and rugged valley which 
 even m daylight, wore a forbidding aspect, and at 
 Mght seemed the very portal to Erebus. 
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 as they commenced the ascent. " If you stray here, 
 ever so little, your horse will break his neck or 
 legs." 
 
 Thus admonished, our hero kept a firm hand on 
 the bridle, and closed up as much as possible on his 
 guide. The moon was by this time clouded over, 
 so that, with the precipitous cliffs on either side, and 
 the great mass of the mountains further up, there 
 was only that faint sombre appearance of things 
 which is sometimes described as darkness visible. 
 The travellers proceeded slowly, for, besides the 
 dangQr of straying off the path, the steepness of the 
 ascent rendered rapid motion impossible. After 
 riding for about three miles thus in absolute silence, 
 they came to a spot where the track became some- 
 what serpentine, and Charlie could perceive dimly 
 that they were winding amongst great fragments of 
 rock which were here and there over-canopied by 
 foliage, but whether of trees or bushes he could not 
 distinguish. At last they came to a halt in front of 
 what appeared to be a cliff. 
 
 "Dismount here," said Buck in a low voice, 
 setting the example. 
 
 " Is this the end of our ride ? " 
 "It is. Give me the bridle. I will put up your 
 horse. Stand where you are ti^l I return." 
 
 The outlaw led the horses away, leaving his 
 former friend and schoolfellow in a curious position, 
 and a not very comfortable frame of mind. 
 
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 When a man is engaged in 'action— especially if 
 it be exciting and slightly dangeroas-he has not 
 time to think much about his surroundings, at least 
 about their details, but now, while standing there 
 in the intense darkness, in the very heart— as he 
 had reason to believe-of a robber's ^iitronghold, 
 young Brooke could not help questioning his 
 wisdom in having thus thrown himself into the 
 power of one who had obviously deteriorated and 
 fallen very low since the time when in England 
 they had studied and romped together. It was too 
 late, however, to question the wisdom of his conduct. 
 There he was, and so he must make the best of it. 
 He did not indeed fear treachery in his former 
 friend, but he could not help reflecting that the 
 reckless and perhaps desperate men with whom 
 that friend was now associated might not be easy 
 to restrain, especially if they should become ac- 
 quainted with the fact that he carried a considerable 
 sum of money about him. 
 
 He was yet pondering his position when Buck 
 Tom returned. 
 
 "Ealph Eitson," he said, laying his hand on the 
 arm of the outlaw, " you 'II forgive my speaking 
 plamly to you, I know. With regard to yourself I 
 bave not a shadow of doubt that you will act the 
 part of an honourable host, though you follow a 
 dishonourable calling. But I have no guarantee 
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 property. Now, I have a considcrablo sum of 
 money about mo in gold and silver, which I brought 
 here expressly for the benefit of our poor frimid 
 Shank Leather. What would you advise me to do 
 in regard to it 'i " 
 
 "Intrust it to my care," said Buck promptly. 
 Charlie could not see the outlaw's face very 
 clearly, but he could easily detect the half-amused 
 half-mocking tone in which the suggestion was made. 
 *'lly good fellow," said Charlie, in a hearty voice, 
 "you evidently think I am afraid to trust you! 
 That 13 a mistake. I do not indeed trust to any 
 remnant of good that is in your poor human nature, 
 but 1 have confidence in the good feeling which God 
 is arousing in you just now. I will freely hand 
 over the money if you can assure me that you can 
 guard it from your comrades." 
 
 " This will make it secure from them," returned 
 Buck, with a short defiant laugh. 
 
 "Humph!" exclaimed Charlie with a shrug. 
 " I Ve not much confidence in that safeguard. No 
 doubt, in certain circumstances, and on certain oc- 
 casions, the revolver is a most important and use- 
 ful instrument, but taking it all round I would not 
 put much store by it. When you met me at the 
 Blue Fork to-night, for instance, of what use was 
 my revolver to me ? And, for the matter of that 
 after you had dropped it on the road of what use 
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 MIows to have more pluck aad a quicker eye and 
 hand than yourself to detlirone you at once." 
 
 "Well, none of my fellows," returned Buck Tom 
 good-humouredly, "happen to have the advantage 
 of me at present, so you may trust me and count 
 this one 0' the 'certain occasions' in which the 
 revolver is 'a most important instrument.'" 
 
 "I dare say you are right," responded Charlie 
 smiling, as he drew from the breast of his coat a 
 small bag and handed it to his companion. 
 
 "You know exactly, of course, how much is 
 here? "asked Buck Tom. 
 
 " Yes, exactly." 
 
 "That's all right," continued Buck, thrusting the 
 bag into the bosom of his hunting coat ; " now I '11 
 see if any o' the hoys are at home. Doubtless they 
 are out-else they 'd have heard us by this time. 
 Just wait a minute." 
 
 He seemed to melt into the darkness as he spoke. 
 Another minute and he re-appeared. 
 
 " Here, give me your hand," he said ; " the passage 
 IS darkish at first." 
 
 Charlie Brooke felt rather than saw that they 
 had passed under a portal of some sort, and were 
 advancing along a narrow passage. Soon they turned 
 to the left, and a faint red light-as of fire-became 
 visible m the distance. Buck Tom stopped. 
 
 " There 's no one in the cave but Mm, and he 'a 
 asleep. Follow me." 
 
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 The passage in which they stood led to a tliird 
 and shorter one, where the light at its extremity 
 was intense, lighting up the whole of the place so 
 as to reveal its character. It was a corridor 
 about seven feet high and four feet wide cut out 
 of the solid earth; arched in the roof and sup- 
 ported here and there by rough posts to make it 
 still more secure. Charlie at once concluded that it 
 led to one of those concealed caverns, of which he 
 had heard more than once while crossing the 
 country, the entrances of which are made in zig-zag 
 form in order to prevent the possibility of a ray of 
 light issuing from the outside opening. 
 
 On reaching the end of the third passage he 
 found that his conjecture was right, for the door- 
 way or opening on his left hand conducted into a 
 spacious cave, also hollowed out of the earth, but 
 apparently against a perpendicular cliff, for the 
 inner end of it was of unhewn rocK. The roof of the 
 cave was supported by piUars which were merely 
 sections of pine-trees with the bark left on. These 
 pillars and the earthen walls were adorned with 
 antlers, skulls, and horns of the Eocky mountain 
 sheep, necklaces of grizzly-bear's claws, Indian bows 
 and arrows, rifles, short swords, and various other 
 weapons and trophies of the chase, besides sundry 
 articles of clothing. At the inner end of the cave 
 a large fireplace and chimney had been rudely built, 
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 had lighted them in, and which caused the whole 
 interior to glow with a vivid glare that seemed to 
 suipass that of noon-day. 
 
 A number of couches of pine-brush were spread 
 round the walls, and on one of tliese lay a sleeping 
 figure. Tlie face was turned towards the visitor, 
 who saw at a glance that it was that of his former 
 friend and playmate—but it was terribly changed. 
 Hard toil, suffering, sickness, dissipation, had°set 
 indelible marks on it, and there was a slight curve 
 about the eyebrows which gave the idea of° habitual 
 pain. Yet, strange to say, worn and lined though 
 it was, the face seemea far more attractive and 
 refined than it had ever been in the days of robust 
 health. 
 
 Buck Tom went to the fire and began to stir the 
 contents of a big pot that hung over it, while 
 Charlie advanced and stood for some minutes gazing 
 at the countenance of his friend, unwilling to dis*^ 
 turb his slumbers, yet longing to cheer him with 
 the glad news that he had come to succour him. 
 He chanced, however, to touch a twig of the pine 
 branches on which the sleeper lay, and Shank awoke 
 mstantly, raised himself on one elbow, and returned 
 his friend's gaze earnestly, but without the slightest 
 symptom of surprise. 
 
 ^^ " Charlie," he seid at last, in a quiet voice, 
 "I wish you hadn't come to me to-night." 
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 mo so in my chviuna. I 'ni weary of it; nnd if you 
 only kninv what a ten-ible disai.pointnient it is to 
 mo when I awake and don't lind you there, you 
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 ribly real too I Man, I could almost pledge my life 
 that you are no decei)tiou this time, but -but I'm 
 
 so used to it now that " 
 
 " Slumk, my dear boy," said Charlie, finding words 
 
 at last, " it is no deception " 
 
 He stopped abni})tly, for the intense look of 
 cngor anxiety, doubt, and hope in the thin expres- 
 sive face alarmed liim. 
 
 " Charlie 1" gasped, rather than said, the invalid, 
 "you— you never sjwh to me before in my dreams,' 
 and— you never touched— iho grip of your strong 
 
 h God 1 can it be true ?" 
 
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 oiico boon his sturdy chum, and put an arm on 
 his sliouklor. " It is indeed myself this time I 
 have come all the way from England to seek you 
 for we heard, through liitson, that you wore ill and 
 lost m these wilds, and now, through God's mercy 
 I have found you." 
 
 While Charlie Brooke was speaking, the poor 
 invalid was breathing hard and gazing at him, as if 
 to make quite sure it was all true. 
 
 " Yes," he said at last, unable to raise his voice 
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 ittle child on the broad bosom of his rescuer, he 
 burst into a passionate flood of tears. 
 
 Albeit strong of will, and not 'by any means 
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 " Come, now, Shank, old man, you mustn't give 
 way like that. You wouldn't, you know, if you had 
 not been terribly reduced by illness " 
 
 " Yes, I would 1 yes, I would !" interrupted the 
 sick man, almost passionately; "I 'd howl, I *d roar, 
 I'd blubber like a very idiot, I'd do any mortal thing, 
 if the doing of it would only make you understand 
 how I appreciate your great kindness in coming out 
 here to save me." 
 
 "Oh no, you wouldn't," said Charlie, afifecting an 
 easy off-hand tone, which he was far from feeling ; 
 "you wouldn't do anything to please me." 
 
 " What d' ye mean ?" asked Shank, with a look of 
 surprise. 
 
 "Well, I mean," returned the other, gently, "that 
 you won't even do such a trifle as to lie down and 
 keep quiet to please me." 
 
 A smih lighted up the emaciated features of the 
 sick man, as he promptly lay back at full length and 
 shut his eyes. 
 
 "There, CharUe," he said, "I'll behave, and let 
 you do all the talking; but don't let go my hand, 
 old man. Keep a tight grip of it. I 'm terrified 
 lest you drift off again, and— and melt away." 
 
 " No fear. Shank. I '11 not let go my hold of you, 
 please God, till I carry you back to old England." 
 
 " Ah ! old England I I '11 never see it again. I 
 feel that. But tell me "— he started up again, with a 
 return of the excited look— "is father any better ?" 
 
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 "K-no. not exactly-but he is no worse. I'll 
 teU you aU about everything if you will only lie 
 down again and keep silent." 
 
 The invalid once more lay back, closed his eyes 
 and hstened. while his friend related to him all that 
 he knew about his fami:y affairs, and the kindness 
 of old Jacob Crossley, who had not only befriended 
 them when in great distress, but had furnished the 
 money to enable him (Charlie) to visit these out- 
 land«h regions for the express purpose of rescuing 
 Shank from all his troubles and dangers. 
 
 At this point the invalid interrupted him with an 
 anxious look. 
 
 " Have you the money with you ?" 
 " Yes." 
 
 "All of it?" 
 
 " Yes. Why do you ask ?" 
 
 "Because," returned Shank, with something of a 
 groan, "you are in a den of thieves I" 
 
 "I know it, my boy," returned Charlie, with a 
 smile, "and so, for better security, I have given it 
 in charge to our old chum, Ealph Eitson " 
 
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 tone, " that Ralph Ritson is Buck Tom — the noted 
 chief of the outlaws ?" 
 
 "I know it." 
 
 " And you trust him ?" 
 
 " I do. I have perfect confidence that he is quite 
 incapable of betraying an old friend." 
 
 For some time Shank looked at his companion in 
 surprise; then an absent look came into his eyes, 
 and a variety of expressions passed over his wan 
 visage. At last he spoke. 
 
 " I don't know how it is, Charlie, but somehow I 
 think you are right. It 's an old complaint of mine, 
 you know, to come round to your way of thinking, 
 whether I admit it or not. In days of old I usually 
 refused to admit it, but believed in you all the 
 same ! If any man had told me this morning — ay, 
 even half an hour since — that he had placed money 
 in the hands of Buck Tom for safe keeping, know- 
 ing who and what he is, I would have counted him 
 an incurable i^ol ; but now, somehow, I do believe 
 that you were quite right to do it, and that your 
 money is as safe as if it were in the Bank of 
 England." 
 
 " But I did not intrust it to Buck Tom, knowing 
 who and what he is" returned Charlie, with a signi- 
 ficant smile, "I put it into the hands of Ealph 
 Eitson, knowing who and what he was." 
 
 "You're a good fellow, Charlie," said Shank, 
 squeezing the hand that held his, " and I believe it 
 
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 is that very trustfulness of yours which gives vou 
 so great power and influence with people. I know 
 It has influenced me for good many a time in the 
 past, and would continue to do so still if I were not 
 past redemption." 
 
 "No man is past redemption," said the other 
 
 He stopped abruptly, and both men turned their 
 eyes towards the entrance to the cave. 
 
 "Did you hear anything?" asked Shank, in a 
 low voice. 
 
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 doing these three years past." 
 
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 passage, and, next moment, Buck Tom re-entered 
 cariying a lump of meat. Whether he had been 
 hstemng or not they had no means of knowing, for 
 his countenance was quite grave and naturd in 
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 come home to an empty kettle, and their appetites 
 are surprisingly strong. But you needn't interrupt 
 your conversation. I can do my work without 
 disturbing you." 
 
 "We have no secrets to communicate, Buck," 
 returned Shank, "and I have no doubt that the 
 account of himself, which our old chum was just 
 going to give, will be as interesting to you as to 
 me." 
 
 " Quite as interesting," rejoined Buck ; " so pray 
 go on, Brooke. I can listen while I look after the 
 cookery." 
 
 Thus urged, our hero proceeded to relate his own 
 adventures at sea— the wreck of the Walrus, the 
 rescue by the whaler, and his various experiences 
 both afloat and ashore. 
 
 " The man, Dick Darvall, whom I have mentioned 
 several times," said Charlie, in conclusion, " I met 
 with again in New York, when I was about to start 
 to come here, and as I wanted a companion, and he 
 was a most suitable man, besides being willing to 
 come, I engaged him. He is a rough and ready, but 
 a handy and faithful, man, who had some experience 
 in woodcraft before he went to sea, but I have been 
 forced to leave him behind me at a ranch a good 
 many miles to the south of David's store, owing to 
 the foolish fellow having tried to jump a creek in 
 the dark and broken his horse's leg. We could not 
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 T iTt the ranch was a comfortable enough berth, 
 I left h,m behind, aa I have said, with directions to 
 stay tall I should return, or to push on if he could 
 find a safe guide." 
 
 While Charlie Brooke was relating the last part 
 of his experience, it might have been observed that 
 the countenance of Buck Tom underwent a variety 
 of cunous changes, like the sky of an April day A 
 somewhat stem frown settled on it at last," but 
 neither of his companions observed the fact, bein<- 
 too much interested in each other. " 
 
 "What was the name o' the ranch where your 
 mate was left V asked Buck Tom, when his guest 
 ceased speaking. '' 
 
 ^ "The ranch of Soaring Bull," answered Charlie. 
 I should not wonder," he added, "if its name 
 were denved from its owner's voice, for it sounded 
 hke he blast of a trombone when he shouted to his 
 pGople. 
 
 ^ "Not only his ranch but himself is named after 
 h.8 voice,' returned Buck. "His real name is 
 Jackson, but it is seldom used now. Eveiy one 
 knows him as Eoaring Bull He 's not a bad fellow 
 at bottom, but something overbearing, and has made 
 a good many enemies since he came to this part of 
 the country six years ago." 
 
 " That may be so," remarked Brooke, « but he was 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALI 
 
 Dick Darvall, at all events, is not one of his enemies. 
 Indeed he and Roaring Bull took quite a fancy to 
 each other. It seemed like love at first sight. 
 Whether Jackson's pretty daughter had anything 
 to do with the fancy on Dick's part of course I can't 
 say. Now, I think of it, his readiness to remain 
 behind inclines me to believe it had !" 
 
 "Well, come outside with me, and have a chat 
 about old times. It is too hot for comfort here. I 
 dare say our friend Shank will spare you for quarter 
 of an hour, and the pot can look after itself. By 
 the way, it would be as well to call me Buck Tom— 
 or Buck. My fellows would not understand Ealph 
 Ritson. They never heard it before. Have a 
 cigar?" 
 
 " No, thank you, I have ceased to see the advan- 
 tage of poisoning one's-self merely because it is the 
 fashion to do so." 
 
 " The poison is wonderfully slow," said Buck. 
 
 "But not less wonderfully sure," returned Charlie, 
 with a smile. 
 
 "As you will," rejoined Buck, rising and going 
 outside with his visitor. 
 
 The night was very still and beautiful, and, 
 the clouds having cleared away, the moonbeams 
 struggled through the foliage and revealed the 
 extreme wildness and seclusion of the spot which 
 had been chosen by the outlaws as their fortress. 
 
 Charlie now saw that the approach to the entrance 
 
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 of the cave was a narrow nock of rock resembling a 
 natural bridge, with a deep gully on either side, and 
 that the cliff which formed the inner end of the 
 cavern overhung its base, so that if an enemy were 
 to attempt to hurl rocks down from above theso 
 would drop beyond the cave altogether. This much 
 he saw at a glance. The minute details and intri- 
 cacies of the place of course could not be properly 
 seen or understood in the flickering and uncertain 
 light which penetrated the leafy canopy, and. as it 
 were, played with the shadows of the fallen rocks 
 that strewed the ground everywhere, and hung in 
 apparently perilous positions on the mountain 
 slopes. 
 
 The manner of the outlaw changed to that of 
 mtense earnestness the moment he got out to the 
 open air. 
 
 "Charlie Brooke," he said, with more of the tone 
 and air of old familiar friendship than he had yet 
 allowed himself to assume, "it's of no use exciting 
 poor Shank unnecessarily, so I brought you out here 
 to tell you that your man Dick Darvall is in deadly 
 peril, and nothing but immediate action on my part 
 can save him; I must ride without delay to his 
 rescue. You cannot help me in this. I know what 
 you are going to propose, but you must trust and 
 obey me if you would save your friend's life. To 
 accompany me would only delay and finally mar 
 my plans. Now, will you " 
 
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184 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 A peculiar whistle far down the gorge cmscd the 
 outlaw to cease abruptly and listen. 
 
 The whistle was repeated, and Buck answered it 
 at once with a look of great surprise. 
 
 " Those are my fellows back already I " he said. 
 
 " You seem surprised. Did you, then, not expect 
 them so soon ? " 
 
 "I certainly did not; something must have 
 gone wrong," replied Buck, with a perplexed look. 
 Then, as if some new idea had flashed upon him, 
 "Kow, look here, Brooke, I must ask you to trust 
 me implicitly and to act a part. Your life may 
 depend on your doing this." 
 
 " The first I can do with ease, but as to the latter, 
 my agreeing to do so depends on whether the action 
 you require of me is honourable. You must forgive 
 me. Kits " 
 
 "Hush I Don't forget that there is no such man 
 as Ralph Ritson in these mountains. My life may 
 depend on your remembering that. Of course I 
 don't expect you to act a dishonourable part,— all 
 I want you to do just now is to lie down and pre- 
 tend to go to sleep." 
 
 " Truly, if that is all I am ready," said Charlie • 
 "at all events I will shut my eyes and hold my 
 tongue." 
 
 "A useful virtue at times, and somewhat rare," 
 said Buck, leading his guest back into the cavern. 
 "Now, then, Brooke, lie down there," pointing to 
 
 I 
 
OF THE SKA AND THR ROOKIM. 1 80 
 
 a couch of pine-brush in a corner, "and try to sleep 
 if you can." 
 
 Our }»oro at onco complied, stretched himself at 
 full length with his face to the light, and apparently 
 went to sleep, but with his left arm thrown over his 
 forehead as if to protect his eyes from the glare of 
 the fire. Thus he was in a position to see as well 
 as hear all that went on. Buck Tom went to the 
 sick man and whispered something to him. Then, 
 returning to the fire, he continued to stir the big 
 pot, and sniff its savoury contents with much 
 interest 
 
186 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE HESCUi: A TALI 
 
 CHAPTER XVI. 
 
 flUiWDB AND r0U~VUm AND COUNTMPLOTI - 
 TIIK RANCH IN DANOER. 
 
 In a few minutes the Bound of heavy feet and 
 grufif voices was heard in the outside passage, and 
 next moment ten men filed into the room and 
 saluted their chief heartily. 
 
 Charlie felt an almost irresistible tendency to 
 open his eyes, but know that the risk was too great, 
 and contented himself with his ears. These told 
 him pretty eloquently what was going on, for sud- 
 denly, the noise of voices and clattering of footsteps 
 ceased, a dead silence ensued, and Charlie knew 
 that the whole band were gazing at him with wide 
 open eyes and, probably, open mouths. Their 
 attention had been directed to the stranger by the 
 chief. The silence was only momentary, however. 
 
 "Now, don't begin to whisper, pards," said Buck 
 Tom, in a slightly sarcastic tone. "When will ye 
 learn that there is nothing so Hkely to waken a 
 sleeper as whisperin' ? Be natural—be natural, and 
 tell me, as softly as ye can in your natural tones. 
 
Of TIIK BRA AND Till ROCKHW. 187 
 
 what haa brought you back go soon. Come, Jake, 
 you have got the quiotest voice. The poor man is' 
 pretty well knocked up and needs reat I brought 
 him here." 
 
 "Ho8 ho got much ?•• the sentence was com- 
 
 pleted by Jake significantly slapping his pocket. 
 
 •' A goodish lot But come, sit down and out wi' 
 the news. Something must bo wrong." 
 
 "Wall. I guess that somothin' is wrong. Every- 
 thing 's wrong, as far as I can see. The Prriskins 
 are up, an' the troops are out, an' so it seemed o' 
 no use our goin' to 'bust up the ranch of Eoarin* 
 Hull, seein' that the red devils are likely to be there 
 before us. So we came back here, an' I 'm glad 
 you 've got suthin' in the pot, for we 're about as 
 empty as kettledrums." 
 
 " Humph 1" ejaculated Buck, "didn't I tell you 
 not to trouble Boarin' Bull-that he and his boys 
 could lick you if you had been twenty instead of 
 ten. But how came ye to hear o' this cock-and- 
 bull story about the Eedskins ? " 
 
 " We got it from Hunky Ben, an' he 'a not the 
 boy to go spreadin' false reports." 
 
 Charlie Brooke ventured at this point to open his 
 eye-lids the smallest possible bit, so that any one 
 looking at him would have failed to observe any 
 motion in them. The little slit, however, admitted 
 the whole scene to the retina, and he perceived that 
 ten of the most cut-throat-looking men conceivable 
 
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188 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE KESCUE : A TAL3 
 
 were seated in a semicircle in the act of receiving 
 portions from the big pot into tin plates. Most of 
 them were clothed in hunters' leathern costume, 
 wore long boots with spurs, and were more or less 
 bronzed and bearded. 
 
 Buck Tom, ab'as Ealph Eitson, although as tall 
 and strong as any of them, seemed a being of quite 
 angplic gentleness beside them. Yet Buck was 
 their acknowledged chief. No doubt it was due to 
 the superiority of mind over matter, for those out- 
 laws were grossly material and matter-of-fact! 
 
 " There must be some truth in the report if Hunky 
 Ben carried it," said Buck, looking up quickly, " but 
 I left Ben sitting quietly in David's store not many 
 hours ago." 
 
 "No doubt that's true, Captain," dsid Jake, as he 
 ladled the soap into his capacious mouth ; " never- 
 theless we met Hunky Ben on the pine-river prairie 
 scourin' over the turf like all possessed on Black 
 Polly. We stopped him of course an' asked the 
 news.'** 
 
 "'News!' cried he, 'why, the Eedskins have dug 
 up the hatchet an' riz like one man. They 've clar'd 
 out Yellow BluflF, an' are- pourin' like Niagara down 
 upon Eaaper's Creek. It's said that they'll visit 
 Eoarin' Bull's ranch to-morrow. No time for more 
 talk, boys. Oratin' ain't in my line. I'm off to 
 Quester Creek to rouse up the troops.' Wi' that 
 Hanky wheeled round an' went off like a runaway 
 
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OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 189 
 
 Streak o' Jightnin'. I sent a coiiplo o' shots after 
 him. for I 'd took a fancy to Black Polly-but them 
 bullets didn't seem to hit somehow." 
 
 "Boys," cried Buck Tom, jumping up when he 
 heard this, "if Hunky Ben said all that, you may 
 depend on't it's true, an' we won't have to waste 
 time this night if we're to save the ranch of Boarin' 
 
 "But we don't want to save the ranch of Eoarin' 
 Bull, as far as I 'm consarned," said Jake rather 
 sulkily. 
 
 Buck wheeled round on the man with a fierce 
 glare, but, as if suddenly changing his mind, he said 
 m a tone of well-feigned surprise—" What ! ym, 
 Jake, of all men-such a noted lady-killer- 
 indifferent about the fate of the ranch of Eoaring 
 Bull, and pretty Miss Mary Jackson in it, at the 
 mercy of the Redskins!" 
 
 " Well, if it comes to that. Captain, I '11 ride as far 
 and as fast as any man to rescue a girl, pretty or 
 plain, from the Redskins," said Jake, recovering his 
 good-humour. 
 
 " Well, then, cram as much grub as you can into 
 you in five minutes, for we must be off by that time 
 Bise, sir," said Buck, shaking Charlie with some 
 violence. " We ride on a matter of life an' death- 
 to save women. Will you join us ? " 
 
 "Of course I will!" cried Charlie, starting up 
 with a degree of alacrity and vigour that favourably 
 
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190 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 K'- 
 
 impressed the outlaws, and shaking off his simulated 
 sleep with wonderful facility. 
 
 "Follow me, then," cried Buck, hastening out of 
 the cave. 
 
 "But what of Shank?" asked Charlie, in some 
 anxiety, when they got outside. " He cannot accom- 
 pany us ; may we safely leave him behind ? " 
 
 " Quite safely. This place is not known to the 
 Ravages who are on the warpath, and there is no- 
 thing to tempt them this way even if it were. 
 Besides, Shank is well enough to get up and gather 
 firewood, kindle his fire, and boil the kettle for 
 himself. He is used to being left alone. See, here 
 is our stable under the cliff, and yonder stands your 
 horse. Saddle him. The boys will be at our heels 
 in a moment. Some of them are only too glad to 
 have a brush wi' the Kedskins, for they killed two 
 of our band lately." 
 
 This last remark raised an uncomfortable feeling 
 in the mind of Charlie, for was he not virtually 
 allying himself with a band of outlaws, with intent 
 to attack a band of Indians of whom he knew little 
 or nothing, and with whom he had no quarrel? 
 There was no time, however, to weigh the case 
 critically. The fact that savages were about to 
 attack the ranch in which his comrade Dick Darvall 
 was staying, and that there were females in the 
 place, was enough to settle the question. In a 
 minute or two he had saddled his horse, which he 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 191 
 
 led out and fastened to a tree, and while the outlaws 
 were busy making preparations for a start he ran 
 back to the cave. 
 
 " Shank," said he, sitting down beside his friend 
 and taking his hand, "you have heard the news. 
 My comrade Darvall is in great danger. I must 
 away to his rescue. But be sure, old fellow, that 
 I will return to you soon." 
 
 " Yes, yes— I know," returned Shank, with a look 
 of great anxiety; " but, Charlie, you don't know half 
 the danger you run. Don't fight with Buck Tom- 
 do you hear ? " 
 
 "Of course I won't," said Charlie, in some sur- 
 prise. 
 
 "No, no, that's not what I mean," said Shank, 
 with increasing anxiety. "Don't fight in company 
 with Mm." 
 
 At that moment the voice of the outlaw was 
 heard at the entrance shouting, « Come along, Brooke, 
 we 're all ready." 
 
 "Don't be anxious about me, Shank; I'll take 
 good care," said Charlie, as he hastily pressed the 
 hand of the invalid and hurried away. 
 
 The ten men with Buck at their head were already 
 mounted when he ran out. 
 
 ^^ "Pardon me," he said, vaulting into the saddle, 
 " I was having a word with the sick man." 
 
 " Keep next to me, and close up," said Buck, as he 
 wheeled to the right and trotted away. 
 
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192 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE IlESCUE : A TALE 
 
 h 
 
 Down the Traitor's Trap they went at what was 
 to Charlie a break-neck but satisfactory pace, for 
 now that he was fairly on the road a desperate 
 anxiety lest they should be too late took possession 
 of him. Across an open space they went, at the 
 bottom of which ran a brawling rivulet. There was 
 no bridge, but over or through it went the whole 
 band without the slightest check, and onward at full 
 gallop, for the country became more level and open 
 just beyond. 
 
 The moon was still shining although sinking 
 towards the horizon, and now for the first time 
 Charlie began to note with what a stern and reck- 
 less band of men he was riding, and a feeling of 
 something like exultation arose within him as he 
 thought on the one hand of the irresistible sweep of 
 an onslaught from such men, and, on the other, of 
 the cruelties that savages were known to practise. 
 In short, rushing to the rescue was naturally con- 
 genial to our hero. 
 
 About the same time that the outlaws were thus 
 hastening for once on an honourable mission — 
 though some of them went from anything but 
 honourable motives— two other bands of men were 
 converging to the same point as fast as they could 
 go. These were a company of United States troops, 
 guided by Hunky Ben, and a large band of Indians 
 Viader their warlike chief Bigfoot. 
 Jackson, alias Eoaring Bull, had once inadvertently 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 193 
 
 given offence to Bigfoot, and as that chief was both 
 by nature and profession an unforgiving man he had 
 vowed to have his revenge. Jackson treated the 
 threat lightly, but his pretty daughter Maiy was 
 not quite as indifferent about it as her father 
 The stories of Indian raids and frontier wars and 
 barbarous cruelties had made a deep impression 
 on her sensitive mind, and when her mother died 
 leavmg her the only woman at her father's ranch- 
 with the exception of one or two half-breed women 
 who could not be much to her as companions-her 
 life had been very lonely, and her spirit had been 
 subjected to frequent, though hitherto groundless, 
 alarms. 
 
 But pretty Moll, as she was generally called, was 
 well protected, for her father, besides having been a 
 noted pugilist in his youth, was a big, powerful man, 
 and an expert with rifle and revolver. Moreover 
 there was not a cow-boy within a hundred miles 
 ot her who would not (at least thought he would 
 not) have attacked single-handed the whole race of 
 Eedskins if Moll had ordered him to do so as a 
 proof of affection. 
 
 Now, when strapping, good-looking Dick Darvall 
 came to the ranch in the course of his travels and 
 beheld Mary Jackson, and received the first broad- 
 side from ht, .right blue eyes, he hauled down his 
 colours and surrendered with a celerity which would 
 Have mightily amused the many comrades to whom 
 
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194 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALK 
 
 
 he had said in days of yore that his heart was as 
 hard as rock, and he had never yet seen the woman 
 as could soften it ! 
 
 But Dick, more than most of his calling, was a 
 modest, almost a bashful, man. He behaved to Mary 
 with the politeness that was natural to him, and 
 with which he would have approached any woman. 
 He did not make the slightest attempt to show his 
 admiration of her, though it is quite within the 
 bounds of possibility that his "speaking" brown 
 eyes may have said something without his permis- 
 sion I Mary Jackson, being also modest in a degree, 
 of course did not reveal the state of her feelings, and 
 made no visible attempt to ascertain his, but her bluff 
 sagacious old father was not obtuse — neither was he 
 reticent. He was a man of the world—at least of 
 the back- woods world — and his knowledge of life, as 
 there exhibited, was founded on somewhat acute 
 experience. He knew that his daughter was young 
 and remarkably pretty. He saw that Dick Darvall 
 was also young — a dashing and unusually handsome 
 sailor — something like what Tom Bowling may have 
 been. Putting these things together, he came to the 
 very natural conclusion that a wedding would be 
 desirable ; believing, as he did, that human nature in 
 the Eockies is very much the same as to its founda- 
 tion elements as it is elsewhere. Moreover, Eoaring 
 Bull was very much in want of a stout son-in-law at 
 fc**»w wiiiic, ou iic lauucu i/uu u-Auiki wiUcn ne rondly 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE UOCKIBS. 190 
 
 Imped was beginning to arise. This he did in a 
 somswhat blundering and obvious manner, but 
 Dick was too much engrossed with Mary to notice 
 It, and Mary was too ignorant of the civilised world's 
 ways to care much for the proprieties of life 
 
 Of course this state of things created an awful 
 commotion iu the breasts of the cow-boys who were 
 .n he employment of Mary's father and herded his 
 cattle. Their mutual jealousies were sunk in the 
 supreme danger that threatened them all, and thev 
 were only restrained from picking a quarrel with 
 Dick and shooting him by the calmly resolute look 
 in his brown eyes, coupled with his great physical 
 power and his irresistible good-nature. Urbanity 
 seemed to have been the mould in which the spirit 
 of this man-of-the-sea had been cast, and gentleness 
 was one of his chief chawcteristics. Moreover 
 he could tell a good story, and sing a good song in 
 a fine bass voice. Still further, although these 
 gallant cow-boys felt intensely jealous of this new- 
 comer, they could not but admit that they had 
 nothing tangible to go upon, for the sailor did not 
 apparently pay any pointed attention to Mary and 
 she certainly gave no special encouragement to 'him 
 There was one cow-boy, however, of Irish descent 
 who could not or would not make up his mind to 
 take things quietly, but resolved, as far as he was 
 
 concerned, to bring matters t.n » h».d W- 
 
 was Pat Eeilly. 
 
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196 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 He entered the kitchen on the day after Dick's 
 aiTival and found Mary alone and busily engaged 
 with the dinner. 
 
 "Miss Jackson," said Pat, "there's a question 
 I 've bin wantin' to ax ye for a long time past, an' 
 with your lave I '11 putt it now." 
 
 " What is it, Mr. lieilly ?" asked the girl somewhat 
 stiffly, for she had a suspicion of what was coming. 
 A little negro girl in the back kitchen named 
 Buttercup also had a suspicion of what was coming, 
 and stationed herself with intense delight behind 
 the door, through a crack in which she could both 
 hear and see. 
 
 "Mary, my dear," said Pat insinuatingly, "how 
 would you like to jump into double harness with 
 me an' jog along the path o' life together ? " 
 
 Poor Mary, being agitated by the proposal, and 
 much amused by the manner of it, bent over a pofc 
 of something and tried to hide her blushes and 
 amusement in the steam. Buttercup glared, grinned, 
 hugged herself, and waited for more. 
 
 Pat, erroneously supposing that silence meant 
 consent, slipped an arm round Mary's waist. No 
 man had ever yet dared to do such a thing to her. 
 The indignant girl suddenly wheeled round and 
 brought her pretty little palm down on the cow- 
 boy's cheek with all her might— and that was 
 considerable ! 
 
OF THE SEA AND XllE UOCKlEg. J 97 
 
 demanded Buttercup i„ « .erious tone, aa she 
 popped her woolly head through the doorway 
 
 "Nobody, me black darlin'," said Pat; "it 'a only 
 Miss Mary expressin" her failin's in a choekv 
 manner. That 'sail I" 
 
 So saying the rejected cow-boy luft the scene 
 of his discomfiture, mounted his mustang, took his 
 departure from the ranch of Eoarin' Bull without 
 saying farewell, and when next heard of had 
 crossed the lonely Guadalupe mountains into 
 Ivincoln County, New Mexico. 
 
 But to return. While the troops and the outlaws 
 were hastening thus to the rescue of the dwellers in 
 Bu Is ranch, and the blood-thirsty JRedskins were 
 making for the same point, bent on the destruction 
 01 all Its inhabitants. Roaring Bull himself, his 
 pretty daughter, and Dick Darvall, were seated in 
 the ranch enjoying their supper, all ignorant alike 
 of the movements of friend and foe, with Butter- 
 cup waiting on tliem. 
 
 One messenger, however, was speeding on his 
 way to warn them of danger. This was the cow- 
 boy Crux, who had been despatched on Bluefire by 
 Hunky Ben just before that sturdy scout had 
 started to call out the cavalry at Quester Creek 
 
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!98 
 
 CHARLIE lU rHK KEiOUl : A TALE 
 
 CHAPTER XVII. 
 
 l£ii<Uii 
 
 TUB ALARM AND PUKi'ARATIONS VOM DKrK?«CB. 
 
 '•Trom what you say I should think that my 
 friend Brooke won't have much trouble in findin* 
 Traitor's Trap," remarked Dick Darvall, pausing in 
 the disposal of a venison steak which had been 
 cooked by the fair hands of Mary Jackson herself, 
 " but I 'm sorely afraid o' the reception he '11 meet 
 with when he gets there, if the men are such awful 
 blackguards as you describe." 
 
 "They're the biggest hounds unhung," growled 
 Roaring Bull, bringing one hand down on the board 
 by way of emphasis, while with the other he held 
 out his plate for another steak. 
 
 " You 're too hard on some of them, father," said 
 Mary, in a voice the softness of which seemed ap- 
 propriate to the beauty of her face. 
 
 " Always the way wi' you wenches," observed the 
 father. "Some o' the villains are good-lookin', 
 others are ugly ; so, the first are not so bad as the 
 second — eh, lass ? " 
 
 Mary laughed. She was accustomed to her 
 taviiui a auiucwiia;/ ivugu uiib iiub iu-iiatuiea leouiis. 
 
OF THK RBA AND THK UOCKIKB. 
 
 199 
 
 " Perhaps I may bo prejudiced, father/' she re- 
 turned; "but, apart from that, surely you would 
 never compare Buck Tom with Jake the Flint, 
 though they do belong to the same band." 
 
 "You are right, my lass." rejoined her father. 
 " They do say that Buck Tom is a gentleman, and 
 often keeps back his boys from devilry— though he 
 can't always manage that, an* no wonder, for Jake 
 the Flint is the cruellest monster 'tween this an' 
 Texas if all that 's said of him be true." 
 
 "I wish my comrade was well out o' their 
 clutches," said Dick, with a look of anxiety ; " an' it 
 makes me feel very small to be sittiu' here enjoyin' 
 myself when I might be ridin' on to help him if he 
 should need help." 
 
 "Don't worry yourself on that score," said the 
 host. "You couldn't find your way without a 
 guide though I was to give ye the best horse in my 
 stable— which I'd do slick off if it was of any use. 
 There 's not one o* my boys on the ranch just now, 
 but there '11 be four or five of 'em in to-morrow by 
 daylight, an' I promise you the first that comes in. 
 They all know the country for three hundred miles 
 around— every inch— an' you may ride my best 
 horse till you drop him if ye can. There, now. 
 
 wash down your victuals an* give us a yarn, or a 
 song." 
 
 •'I'm quite sure," added Mary, by way of en- 
 couragement, " that with one of the outlaws for an 
 
200 
 
 CHARLIE TO THK RK8CUR ; A TALK 
 
 m 
 
 ' 'i' 
 
 old frioiul, Mr. Brooke will ha quite aafo amonc 
 thorn " 
 
 *• Hut he '« not m outlaw, Miss Mary," br \io in 
 Darvall. " Leastwise wo have the l)08t reosor. for 
 believin' that he's dotained among them agoinst Iuh 
 will. Hows'ever, it's of no uso cryin' over spilt 
 milk. I 'm bound to lay at anchor in this port till 
 momin'. so, as I can't get up steam for a song in the 
 circumstances, hero goes for a yarn." 
 
 The yurn to which our handsome seaman treated 
 his audience was nothing more than an account of one 
 of his numerous experiences on the ocean, but ho 
 had such a pleasant, earnest, truth-like, and confi- 
 dential way of relating it, and, withal interlarded his 
 speech with ao many little touches of humour, that 
 the audience became fascinated and sat in open-eyed 
 forgotfulness of all else. Buttercup, in particular, 
 became so engrossed as to forget herself as well as 
 her duties, and stood behind her master in an ex- 
 pectant attitude, glaring at the story-teller, with 
 bated breath, profound sympathy, and extreme readi- 
 ness to appreciate every joke . .ioLhe>- good or bad. 
 
 In the midst of one of t' -. telling of his 
 anecdotes the speaker was suddenly arrested by the 
 quick tramp of a galloping horse, the rider of which, 
 judging from the sound, seemed to be in hot haste. ' 
 All eyes were turned inquiringly on the master 
 of the ranch. That cool individual, rising with 
 quiet yet rapid action, reached down a magazine 
 
.» 
 
 01^ TIIK BEA AUD TIIK K0CKIK8. fOl 
 
 OUorving this, I.iek Darvnll drew . rovolvor 
 from In, co«t.,K,ckot «„d followed hi. host to Z 
 outer door of tho hoi.M,. M. " 
 
 nn.l n„ff ""'■'' "ccompauiod them, 
 
 «".! Huttorcup retired to tho hack kitchen a, hoi„« 
 hor appropriate stronghold. ^ 
 
 whl^Ill','" r ''""^'^ "'"^'""' ■'■"' """« "f ^•'' ^'"' door 
 yard jr h Crux tho cow-boy on hi, back. 
 
 Wall Uoaring l,.,,!," cried Crux, leaping off hia 
 
 "othmg tho matter. " I '„. giad to see you O K for 
 
 t. «ck, for your ranch. Hut as they Vo not got hero 
 ye .they won't likely attack till the moon go's down 
 's__U.ro any chuck goin'? I'm half starved." 
 
 Ay Crux, lots o' chuck hero. Come in an' let 'a 
 hear all about. Where got ye tho news ?" 
 
 at fir?". ^. ''? ''"' ""'• "" ^"'"'^ 'hinkin' o' you 
 at first but when a boy came in wi' the news that 
 
 to rouse ut"tr 1 '° ^"" ""' '"' <^-''- Creek 
 to rouse up tho cavalry-ho asked me to come on 
 here an' warn you." 
 
 «.!' tth r '?"";'"' "' ""'^■""^ '«' "o'^" '0 
 
 Uo the h . "? " '"''° "''° ""="»' business, 
 wnue the host and hia co,i«« . . . . . .' 
 
 flffa,. fi J /. ■■"""* ^"^■®'' "*^6ni; to look 
 
 after the defences of the place. 
 
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 202 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 \u 
 
 " I 'm glad you are here, Dick Darvall," said the 
 foxmer, "for it's a bad job to be obliged to fight 
 without help agin a crowd o' yellin* Reds. My boys 
 won't be back ull sun-i p, an' by that time the game 
 may be played out." 
 
 "D'ee think the Redsi-.ius '11 attack us t3-night 
 then ? " asked the sailor as he assisted lo close the 
 gates of the yard. 
 
 " Ay, that they will, lad. They know the value 
 o' time better than most men, and, when they sec 
 their chance, are not slow to take advantage of it. 
 As Crux said, they won't attack while the moon 
 shines, so we have plenty of time to git ready for 
 them. I wish I hadn't sent off my boys, but as bad 
 luck would have it a bunch o' my steers have drifted 
 down south, an' I can't afford to lose them — so, you 
 see, there 's not a man left in the place but you an' 
 me an* Crux to defend poor Mary." 
 
 For the first time in his life Dick Darvall felt a 
 distinct tendency to rejoice over the fact that he 
 was a young and powerful man! To live and, if 
 need be, die for Mary was worth living for ! 
 
 " Are you well supplied with arms an' ammuni- 
 tion ? " he asked. 
 
 " That am I, and we '11 need it all," answered the 
 host, as he led Dick round to the back of the yard 
 where another gate required fastening. 
 
 " I don't see that it matters much," said Dick in 
 a questioning tone, " whether you shut the gates or 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 203 
 
 not. With SO few to defend the place the house wUl 
 be our only chance." 
 
 "When you've fought as much wi' Eeds as I 
 have Dick, you'll larn that delay, even for five 
 minutes, counts for a good deal." 
 
 w1,T'"' *^'*'' """'*'"' '" *'^»'- I* -"Ms me 
 what one luy shipmates who had bin in the Lon- 
 
 itutt off w °°?' '"'• '''"'''' '"-^ '>«' '"«vei- 
 putt off what you've got to do. Sometimes I've 
 
 bm at a fire where the loss of only two minutes 
 
 caused the destruction of a store worth ten thou! 
 
 sand pound, more or less. We all but saved it as 
 
 It was-so near were we, that if we had bin one 
 
 fflnute sooner I do believe we'd have saved it. 
 
 But when we was makin' for that fire full saU.a 
 
 deaf old applewoman came athwart our bows an' 
 
 got such a fright that .,he went flop down right in 
 
 front of us. To steer clear of her we 'd got to sheer 
 
 offso that we all but ran into a big van:and, wh 
 
 ok fright and backed into us as we flew past, so 
 that we a'most went down by the starn. One C 
 or another we lost two minutes, as I 've said an'Z 
 owners o' that store lost ..out ten thous^'pou 
 —more or less.' " f"""u'> 
 
 " ^^^'7^« a b'g pile, Dick," observed the ranch- 
 man as they turned from the gate towards the lot. 
 not easv to rPT^ionp » * 
 
 "True-my shipmate never seemed to be quite 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUf: : A TALE 
 
 sure whether it was more or less that was lost, but 
 he thought the Insurance offices must have found 
 it out by that time. It 's a pity there 's only three 
 of us, for that will leave one side o' the house 
 undefended." 
 
 "All right, Dick; you don't trouble your head 
 about that, for Buttercup fights like a black tiger. 
 She 's a'most as good as a man — only she can't man- 
 age to aim, so it 's no use givin' her a rifle. She *s 
 game enough to fire it, but the more she tries to hit 
 the more she 's sure to miss. However, she 's got a 
 way of her own that sarves well enough to defend 
 her side o* the house. She always takes charge o' 
 the front. My Mary can't fight, but she 's a heroine 
 at loadin' — an* that 's somethin' when you 're hard 
 pressed ! Come, now, I '11 show ye the shootin' irons 
 an' our plan of campaign." 
 
 Eoaring Bull led the way back to the room, or 
 central hall, where they had supped, and here they 
 found that the debris of their feast had already been 
 cleared away, and that arms of various kinds, with 
 ammunition, covered the board. 
 
 " Hospitable alike to friend and foe," said Jackson 
 gaily. " Here, you see, Mary has spread supper for 
 theEeds!" 
 
 Darvall made no response to this pleasantry, for 
 he observed that poor Mary's pretty face was very 
 pale, and that it wore an expression of mingled 
 sadness and anxiety. 
 
lost, but 
 vo found 
 nly three 
 he house 
 
 our head 
 Lck tiger, 
 m't man- 
 }. She's 
 es to hit 
 3*8 got a 
 
 defend 
 charge o' 
 
 1 heroine 
 .'re hard 
 bin' irons 
 
 room, or 
 lere they 
 ady been 
 ids, with 
 
 Jackson 
 ipper for 
 
 ,ntry, for 
 
 mino'led 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 205 
 
 mckZTl "' ""^"^ '° "^"Ser, I hope." said 
 loudly discussing with Crux the merits of one of 2 
 
 " ^"> "° ' I' i» not that," returned the girl sadly 
 
 I am troubled to think that, however the fight 2' 
 
 me souls, perhaps many, will be sent T the"' 
 
 account unprepared. For myself, I shall be sal 
 
 enough as long as we are able to hold the ho 
 
 »d^.t may be that aod will send us help Ll: 
 
 "You may be quite sure," returned Dick with 
 
 ittft? ' "' "' '^''' "'^» h''^^ « 'P"* o' 
 
 A sweet though pitiful smile lighted up Marv', 
 pale face for a moment, as she replL thJsh^wa 
 quite sure of that, in a tone which caused Darva^ 
 
 olTinitThTr '''' ''' ""^^'^ ™"w 
 
 contain i while he experienced a sensation of beinc 
 stronger than Samson and bigger than Goliath -" 
 
 And I suppose," continued Dick "t),«t n 
 troops won't be long of coming. Is fhrmanHat ': 
 
 h's name. Humpy Ben-trustworthy?" 
 
 "Trustworthy!" exclaimpri fi.^ -^ 
 flush nf or^fT, • ^^^^'""^"^ *^6 niaiden, with a 
 nusn ot enthusiasm; "therp iq T»nf « 
 
 ,, ' wicxtj IS not a morp fmaf 
 
 worthy man on this side oM^- P t 
 
 onhe other side eUhe::t:::L:^..—^'-' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Poor Darvall's heart seemed suddenly to find 
 plenty of room within the ribs at that moment, and 
 his truthful visage must have become something of 
 an index to his state of mind, for, to his surprise, 
 Mary laughed. 
 
 "It seems to me so funny," she continued, "to 
 hear any one ask if Hunky— not Humpy—Ben is 
 to be trusted." 
 
 "Is he, then, such a splendid young fellow 1" 
 asked the seaman, with just the slightest touch of 
 bitterness in his tone, for he felt as if a rock some- 
 thing like Gibraltar had been laid on his heart. 
 
 " Well, he 's not exactly young," answered Mary, 
 with a peculiar expression that made her questioner 
 feel still more uncomfortable, "yet he is scarcely 
 middle-aged, but he certainly is the most splendid 
 fellow on the frontier ; and he saved my life once." 
 " Indeed ! how was that ? " 
 "Well, it was this way. I had been paying a 
 short visit to his wife, who lives on the other side 
 
 of the " 
 
 "Come along, Darvall," cried Eoaring Bull at 
 that moment. " The moon 's about down, an' we '11 
 have to take our stations. We shall defend the 
 outworks first, to check them a bit and put off some 
 time, then scurry into the house and be ready for 
 them when they try to clear the fence. Follow me. 
 Out wi' the lights, girls, and away to your posts." 
 "I'll hear the end of your story another time, 
 
to find 
 iient, and 
 ething of 
 surprise, 
 
 ued, "to 
 —Ben is 
 
 fellow 1 " 
 touch of 
 ck some- 
 sart. 
 
 3d Mary, 
 lestioner 
 scarcely 
 splendid 
 3 once." 
 
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 and following his host and Crux to the outer door 
 
 th^fM '"'""'' """' '°°''^'"' '^ ^ f^i^t suspicion 
 that RIary was wrestling with another lau.h as he 
 
 went ff to defend the outworks, but he alsorhap^ily 
 
 
 jaying a 
 her side 
 
 Bull at 
 m' we '11 
 end the 
 off some 
 eady for 
 How me. 
 osts." 
 er time, 
 
 
208 
 
 CHARLIE TO TIIK UKSCUE : A TALK 
 
 CHAPTEE XVIir. 
 
 DEFENCE OP THE RANCH OP EOARINQ BULL. 
 
 Every light and every spark of fire had been 
 extinguished in the rancli of Eoaring Bull when its 
 defenders issued from its doorway. They were 
 armed to the teeth, and glided across the yard to 
 the fence or stockade that enclosed the buildings, 
 leaving the door slightly open so as to be ready for 
 speedy retreat. 
 
 It had been arranged that, as there was a large open 
 field without bush or tree in the rear of the ranch, 
 they should leave that side undefended at first. 
 
 "They'll never come into the open as long as 
 they can crawl up through the bush," Jackson had 
 said, while making his final dispositions. " They *re 
 a'most sure to come up in front, thinkin' we 're all 
 a-bed. Now, mind— don't stand still, boys, but 
 walk along as ye fire, to give *em the notion there 's 
 more of us. An' don't fire at nothin'. They 'd think 
 we was in a funk. An' when you hear me whistle 
 get into the house as quick as a cotton-tail rabbit 
 an' as sly as a snake." 
 
 After the moon went down, everything in and 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE liOCKIES. 200 
 
 around tl.o much was as silent as the sravc save 
 nowa,.ju,o„thostan>pofa.,oolonthffl:„;r 
 
 bndled ready to mount at a moment's notice- for 
 Jackson had made up his mind, if it came to' tl" 
 worst to mount and make a bold dash with all 
 househ^d through the midst of his foes, trusting 
 akmg them by surprise and to his knowledge of 
 the country for success. '' 
 
 For a long time, probably two hours, the three 
 men stood at their posts motionless ^nd sile^; 
 3 III there was no sign, either by sight or sound 
 of an enemy. The outline of the dark woods was 
 barely visible against the black sky in front of each 
 sohtary watcher, and no moving thing could be 
 d.stmguished m the open field behind either by 
 Crux or Darvall, to each of whom the field was 
 visible. Jackson guarded the front 
 
 To Dick, unaccustomed as he was to such war- 
 are, the situation was very trying, and might have 
 told on his nerves severely if he had not been a 
 man of iron mould ; as it was. he had no nerves to 
 speak ! But he was a man of lively imagini o„ 
 More than fifty times within those two hours did 
 
 lav Z ' . ""^ "'"^"^ '" *« ''-■««^^ that 
 ay between him and the wood, and more than fifty 
 
 Umes was his Winchester rifle raise, to his shoulde?^ 
 
 but as often did ^^' 
 
 nse to his memory 
 
 tae caution "don't fire at noth 
 
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 Tlie Btockudo was of peculiar construction, because 
 its owner and maker was eccentric and a mechanical 
 genius. Not only were the pickets of which it was 
 composed very strong and planted with just space 
 between to permit of firing, but there was a plankin 
 of strong boards, waist high, all round the bottom 
 inside, which afforded some protection to defenders 
 by concealing them when they stooped and changed 
 position. 
 
 While matters were in this state outside, Mary 
 Jackson and Buttercup were standing at an upper 
 window just opposite the front gate, the latter with 
 a huge bell-mouthed blunderbuss of the last century, 
 loaded with buckshot in her hands. Mary stood 
 beside her sable domestic ready to direct her not 
 as to how, but where and when, to use the ancient 
 weapon. 
 
 " You must be very careful, Buttercup," said Mary 
 in a low voice, " not to fire till I tell you, and to 
 point only where I tell you, else you '11 shoot father. 
 And do keep your finger off the trigger ! By-the- 
 way, have you cocked it ? " 
 
 "0 missy, I forgit dat," answered the damsel 
 with a self-condemned look, as she corrected the error. 
 " But, don' you fear, Missy Mary. I 's use' to dis yar 
 blunn'erbus. Last time I fire 'im was at a raven. 
 Down goed de raven, blow'd to atims, an' down goed 
 me too— cause de drefful t'ing kicks like a Texas mule. 
 But bress you, I don' mind dat. 1 's used to it ! " 
 
311 
 
 0" TIIK SEA AND THE HOCKIES. 
 
 Buttercup gave a little suiff „f grave ecoru with 
 
 «ma.y ,ll3 of hfe were beneath her notice. 
 
 We have aaid that all iirea had been extinguished 
 but this ,s not strictly correct, for in the r„l 
 -here the two .aidens watched the e was an rZ 
 
 nr^etrt'^^r'-'^''^''^^-^''"-- 
 
 sparks to betray its presence. On this tl,.- 
 3 J.od a r ,^,.^^^ ^^ ^^^j ^^ n this h^ 
 
 found K.r "" °"'^ '""'"^ """ broke the p^ 
 found stulness of the night, while the watchel 
 se^ee y reathed, so intently did they listen 
 
 a daritb t?""'"' "'" «««-restraining Dick saw 
 a dark object moving towards his side of the 
 stockade, which he felt was much too real o be 
 classed with the creatures of his imagination which 
 had previously given him so much trouble. Wilb ^^ 
 a moment's hesitation the rifle flew to his 3^0^ 
 and the prolonged sUence was broken by the sha n 
 -port, while an involuntary half-suppLs d c ! 
 proved that he had not missed his mark TheZl 
 object hastily retreated. A neighbouring cliffecho d 
 
 the sailor that they also were on the alert. 
 Instantly the night was rendered hideous bv a 
 
 trii:'^f^!--^-P-^«.^oraTomtt: 
 
 ™^— 6«vu yiacQ to a glare of licrht as « 
 
 1-ndred rifles vomited their deadl, contend, and 
 
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 the sound of many rushing foct was heard upon the 
 open sward in front of the ranch. 
 
 The three male defenders had ducked their heads 
 below the protecting breast-work when the volley 
 was fired, and then, discarding all idea of further 
 care, they skipped along their respective lines, 
 yelling and firing the repeaters so rapidly, that, to 
 any one ignorant of the true state of things, it nmst 
 have seemed as if the place were defended by a 
 legion of demons. To add to the hullabaloo Butter- 
 cup's blunderbuss poured forth its contents upon 
 a group of red warriors who were rushing towards 
 the front gate, with such a cannon-like sound and 
 such wonderful effect, that the rush was turned 
 into a sudden and limping retreat. The effect, 
 indeed, was more severe even than Buttercup had 
 intended, for a stray buckshot had actually taken 
 a direction which had been feared, and grazed her 
 master's left arm! Happily the wound was very 
 slight, and, to do the poor damsel justice, she could 
 not see that her master was jumping from one 
 place to another like a caged lion. Like the same 
 animal, however, he gave her to understand what 
 she had done, by shouting in a thunderous bass roar 
 that fully justified his sobriquet — 
 
 "Mind your eye, Buttercup! Not so low next 
 time ! " 
 
 The immediate result of this vigorous defence 
 was to make the Indians draw off and retire to the 
 
OF THT: Hf.K AND THE ROCKIER. 213 
 
 woods—presumably for consultatiou. By previous 
 arrangement the negro girl issued from t)io house 
 with three fresh repeaters in her arms, ran round to 
 the combatants with them and returned with their 
 almost empty rifles. These she and Mary proceeded 
 to reload in the hall, and then returned to their post 
 at the upper front window. 
 
 The morning was by this time pretty well ad- 
 vanced, and Jackson felt a little uncertain as to 
 what he should now do. It was still rather dark ; 
 but in a very short time, he knew, dawn would 
 spread over the east, when it would, of course, be 
 quite impossible to defend the walls of the little 
 fort without revealing the small number of its 
 defenders. On the other hand, if tliey should 
 retire at once the enemy miglit find a lodge- 
 ment within, among the outbuildings, before there 
 was liglit enough to prevent them by picking off 
 the leaders ; in which case the assailants would be 
 able to apply fire to the wooden walls of the house 
 without much risk. 
 
 "If they manage to pile up enough o' brush to 
 clap a light to," he grumbled to himself in an under 
 tone, "it 'sail up wi' us." 
 
 The thought had barely passed through his brain, 
 when a leaden messenger, intended to pass through' 
 it, carried his cap off his head, and the fire that 
 had discharged it almost blinded him. Bigfoot, the 
 chief of tjie savages, had wriggled himself, snake- 
 
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 ClfAHUr. TO TIIK RRSCUK : A TAU 
 
 11 
 
 fftflhion, up to the stockado unseen, ami wliilo 
 Konring IJull wjm meditating what wns boat to bo 
 done, ho had nearly succeeded in rendering him 
 unnble to do anything at all. 
 
 The shot was tho signal for another onslaught. 
 Once more tho woods rang with fiendish yells and 
 rattling volleys. Bigfoot, with tho agility and 
 strength of a gorilla, leaped up and over tho stockado 
 and sprung down into Jackson's arms, while Darvall 
 and Crux resumed their almost ubiquitous process 
 of defence, and Ihittorcup's weapon again thundered 
 forth its defiance. 
 
 This time the fight was more protracted. Big- 
 foot's career was indeed stopped for the time being, 
 for Jackson not only crushed the life almost out 
 of him by au unloving embrace, but dealt him a 
 prize-fighter's blow which efllectually stretched him 
 on the ground. Not a moment too soon, however, 
 for the white man had barely got rid of the red 
 one, when another savage managed to scale the wall. 
 A blow from the butt of Jackson's rifle dropped him, 
 and then the victor fired so rapidly, and with such 
 eftect, that a second time the Eeds were repulsed. 
 
 Jackson did not again indulge in meditation, 
 but blew a shrill blast on a dog-whistle— a precon- 
 certed signal— on hearing which his two comrades 
 made for the house door at full speed. 
 Only one other of the Indians, besides the two 
 
 alreadv mpnf.i'nno*! haA a\^f^r>aaAaA in «/^*■^.: 4.1.- 
 
 Jill 
 
Of THF SKA AND THR ROCKIKS. 215 
 
 stockndo. This man wa« creeping up to the open 
 door of the house, and, tomahawk in hand, had al- 
 most reached it when Dick Darvall came tearing 
 round the corner. 
 " Hallo I Crux," cried Dick, •• that you ? " 
 The fact that ho received no reply was sufficiont 
 for Dick, who was too close to do more than drive 
 the point of his rifle against the chest of the In- 
 dian, who went down as if ho had been shot, while 
 Dick sprang in and held open the door. A word 
 from Jackson and Crux as they ran forward suUiced. 
 They passed in and the massive door was shut and 
 barred, whilo an instant later at least half-a-dozen 
 savages ran up against it and began to thunder on it 
 with their rifle-butts and tomahawks. 
 
 "To your windows I" shouted Jackson, as he 
 sprang up the wooden stair-case, three steps at a 
 time. " Fresh rifles here, Mary I " 
 
 " Yes, father," came in a silvery and most unwar- 
 like voice from the hall below. 
 
 Another moment and three shots rang from the 
 three sides of the house, and of the three Indians 
 who were at the moment in the act of clambering 
 over the stockade, one fell inside and two out. 
 Happily, daylight soon began to make objects dis- 
 tinctly visible, and the Indians were well aware that 
 it would now be almost certain death to any one 
 who should attempt to climb over. 
 It is well known that, as a rule, savages do not 
 
 »wn. 
 
216 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 P »'"3 
 
 throw away their lives recklessly. The moment it 
 became evident that darkness would no longer serve 
 them, those who were in the open retired to the 
 woods, and potted at the windows of the ranch, but, 
 as the openings from which the besieged fired were 
 mere loop-holes made for the purpose of defence, they 
 had little hope of hitting them at long range except 
 by chance. Those of the besiegers who happened to 
 be near the stockade took shelter behind the breast- 
 work, and awaited further orders from their chief 
 —ignorant of the fact that he had already fallen. 
 
 Fropa the loop-holes of the room which Jackson 
 had selected to defend, the shed with the saddled 
 horses was visible, so that no one could reach it 
 without coming under the fire of his deadly weapon. 
 There was also a window in this room opening upon 
 the back of the house and commanding the field 
 which we have before mentioned as being unde- 
 fended while the battle was waged outside. By 
 casting a glance now and then through this window 
 he could see any foe who might show himself in 
 that direction. The only part of the fort that seemed 
 exposed to great danger now was the front door, 
 where the half-dozen savages, with a few others who 
 had joined them, were still battering away at the 
 impregnable door. 
 
 Dick, who held the garret above, could not see the 
 door, of course, nor could he by any manoeuvre 
 manage to bring his rifle to bear on it from his 
 
lent it 
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 li, but, 
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OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 217 
 
 loop-hole, and he dared not leave his post lest more 
 In^ans should manage to scale the front stockade 
 
 Buttercup, in the room below, had indeed a bet- 
 ter chance at her window, but she was too inexpert 
 in warfare to point the blunderbuss straight down 
 and fire with effect, especially knowing, as she did, 
 that he sight of her arm in the act would be the 
 signal for a prompt fusillade. But the girl was not 
 apparently much concerned about that or anything 
 else. The truth is that she possessed in an eminent 
 and enviable degree the spirit of entire trust in a 
 leader. She was under orders, and awaited the 
 word of command with perfect equanimity ! She 
 even smiled slightly-if such a mouth could be said 
 do anything slightly-when Mary left her to take 
 ■TCsh rifles to the defenders overhead. 
 
 At last the command came from the upper re- 
 gions, in tones that caused the very savages to 
 pause a moment and look at each other in surprise. 
 1 hey did not pause long, however! 
 
 "Now, Buttercup," thundered Bearing Bull, "give 
 It 'em— hot!" ° 
 
 At the word the girl calmly laid aside her weapon, 
 ifted the big iron pot with familiar and business- 
 like facility, and emptied it over the window 
 
 The result is more easily imagined than described. 
 A yell that must have been heard mUes off was the 
 prelude to a stampede of the most ]iv«lv „,t„,e 
 It was intensified, if possible, by the further acton 
 
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 218 
 
 (JHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 of the negress, who, seizing the blunderbuss, pointed 
 it at the flying crowd, and, shutting both eyes, fired ! 
 Not a buckshot took effect on the savages, for But- 
 tercup, if we may say so, aimed too low, but the 
 effect was more stupendous than if the aim had 
 been good, for the heavy charge drove up an inde- 
 scribable amount of peppery dust and small stones 
 into the rear of the flying foe, causing another yell 
 which was not an echo but a magnified reverberation 
 01 the first. Thus Buttercup had the satisfaction of 
 utterly routing her foes without killing a single man ! 
 
 DAylight had fairly set in by that time, and the 
 few savages who had not succeeded in vaulting the 
 stockade had concealed themselves behind the 
 various outhouses. 
 
 The proprietor of the ranch began now to have 
 some hope of keeping the Indians at bay until the 
 troops should succour him. He even left his post 
 and called his friends to a council of war, when a 
 wild cheer was heard in the woods. It was followed 
 by the sound of firing. No sooner was this heard 
 than the savages concealed outside of the breastwork 
 rose as one man and ran for the woods. 
 
 " It *s the troops ! " exclaimed Dick hopefully. 
 
 " Troopers never cheer like that," returned Jackson 
 with an anxious look. " It 's more like my poor 
 cow-boys, and, if so, they will have no chance wi' 
 such a crowd o' Reds. We must ride to help them, 
 an' you'll have to ride with us, Mary. We 
 
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daren't leave 
 
 OP THR SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 219 
 
 f', 
 
 wi 
 
 varmints 
 
 you behind, la 
 skulkin' around." 
 
 "I'm ready, father," said Mary with a ^.n'A a 
 
 go wuh -ee wi- my repeater to keepT„ eton tl 
 hidden reptiles, so that if one of thl I 
 much as the tip of his ugly Ce tuZ "' 
 
 remember it v„„ -n "*^* "^^se to 
 
 emember it. You will go to my loophole Cru- «t,' 
 
 understand?" Crux nodded « "°»e°— You 
 
 Middle Of the fort't'fard' ^Z' Zf't''' 
 
 je- and the'g::i^rZp:::r :n 
 
 Man who raised it fell woundein th;gl:;'' 
 
 Well done, Crux!" he exclaimed at f^! 
 moment firing his own rifle at hSd wUcV"""' 
 Peepmg round a corner. The head van"^ T 
 
 :Se:ror ''-'-' ""■ ----"" 
 
 "Come round wi' me or.' ^h— -^ 
 cried Jackson A, \C "" " "' ""^ "^^i^^^^^s out," 
 <iackson. At the same time he uttered a roar 
 
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220 
 
 CIIARLIK TO THE UESCUE : A TALE 
 
 that a bull might have envied, and they both rushed 
 round to the back of the outhouses where three 
 Indians were found skulking. 
 
 At the sudden and unexpected onslaught, they 
 fired an ineffectual volley and fled wildly through 
 the now ope < followed by several shots from 
 
 both pursuers, ,. uose aiui, however, was no better 
 than their own had been. 
 
 Meanwhile Crux and the girls, having reached the 
 shed according to orders, mounted their respective 
 steeds and awaited their comrades. They had not 
 long to wait. Jackson and Dick came round the 
 corner of the shed at full speed, and, without a 
 word, leaped simultaneously into their saddles. 
 
 "Keep close to me, girls,— close up!" was all 
 that Jackson said as he dashed spurs into his horse, 
 and, sweeping across the yard and through the gate, 
 made straight for that part of the woods where 
 yells, shouts, and firing told that a battle was 
 raging furiously. 
 
 11 
 '■"iiiii 
 
OF TIIK SEA AND THE KOCKIES. 
 
 221 
 
 CHAl'TfiU XIX. 
 
 Tin BlKiculi i»D ITS COHSBQUKNCE* 
 
 The ground in the neighbourhood of the ranch 
 favoured the operations of an attacking party for 
 I was so irregular and so cumbered with knolls'and 
 clumps of trees that the defenders of the post 
 scarce dared to make a sally, lest their retreat 
 should be cut off by a detached party of assailants. 
 
 Hence Jackson would never have dreamed of 
 quitting his house, or ceasing to act on the defen- 
 sive had he not been under the natural impression 
 that It was his own returning cow-boys who had 
 been attacked and out-numbered by the Indians. 
 Great therefore, was hi surprise when, on rounding 
 a b uiTand coming into view of the battle-field, the 
 party engaged with the Indians, though evidently 
 white men, were neither his own men nor those of 
 the u. S. troops. 
 
 He had just made the discovery, when a band of 
 about fifty warriors burst from the woods and 
 rushed upon him. 
 
 " Back to back, boys ! drLs. IrflPr, oU„^ i •> „!,..,..,, 
 Jackson, as he fired two shots and dropped two 
 
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223 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 Indians. He pulled at a third, but there was no 
 answering report, for the magazine of his repeater 
 was empty. 
 
 Crux and Darvall turned their backs towards 
 him and thus formed a sort of triangle, in the midst 
 of which were the two girls. But this arrangement, 
 which might have enabled them to hold out for 
 some time, was rendered almost abortive by the 
 ammunition having been exhausted. 
 
 " So much for bein' in too great a hurry ! " growled 
 Jackson between his clenched teeth, as he clubbed 
 his rifle and made a savage blow at the Indian who 
 first came close to him. It was evident that the 
 Indians were afraid to fire lest they should wound 
 or kill the women; or, perhaps, understanding 
 how matters stood, they wished to capture the white 
 men alive, for, instead of firing at them, they circled 
 swiftly round, endeavouring to distract their atten- 
 tion so as to rush in on them. 
 
 Bigfoot, who had recovered from his blow and 
 escaped from the ranch, made a sudden dash at 
 Dick when he thought him off his guard, but Dick 
 was not easily caught off his guard in a fight. 
 While in the act of making a furious demonstration 
 at an Indian in front, which kept that savage off, 
 he gave Bigfoot a " back-handed vvipe," as he called 
 it, which tumbled the chief completely off his horse. 
 Just then a turn of affairs in favour of the whites 
 
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 felt. Next moment a compact line was seen to 
 wheel round the blulT where the fight was going on, 
 and a stentorian " Charge ! " was uttered, as the 
 United States cavalry, preceded by Hunky Ben, 
 bore down with irresistible impetuosity on the foe. 
 
 But the Indians did not await this onset. They 
 turned and llud, scattering as they went, and the 
 fight was quickly turned into a total rout and hot 
 pursuit, in which troopers, outlaws, travellers, ranch- 
 men, scouts, and cow-boys joined. The cavalry, 
 however, had ridden far and fast, so that the wiry 
 little mustangs of the plains soon left them behind, 
 and the bugle ere long recalled them all. 
 
 It was found on the assembling of the forces that 
 not one of the outlaws had returned. Whethei 
 they were bent on wreaking their vengeance still 
 more fully on their foes, or had good reason for 
 wishing to avoid a meeting with the troops, was 
 uncertain ; but it was shrewdly suspected that the 
 latter was the true reason. 
 
 "But you led the charge with Buck Tom, sir," 
 said »Tackson to Charlie, in considerable surprise, 
 "though how you came to be in his company is 
 more than I can understand." 
 
 " Here 's somebody that can explain, may-be," 
 said one of the cow-boys, leading forward a wounded 
 man whose face was covered with blood, while he 
 limped as if hurt in the legs. " I found him tryin' 
 to crawl into the brush. D 'ye know him, boys ? " 
 
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 ".andor of the troops, with ':;' ,00^1:.""' 
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 rope began to tie the outlaw's hands behindh" ' 
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 and ho Rubmittcd, well knowing that his innoconce 
 would bo established immediately. 
 
 " Is not this man ono of your band, .Take ?" asked 
 the ofliccr tpiiotly, 
 
 " Yes, he is," replied the man with a malevolent 
 grin. " Ho 's not long joined. This is his first 
 Bcrimmago with us." 
 
 Charlie was so thunderstruck at this speech that 
 ho was led back to tho ranch in a sort of dazed 
 condition. As for Dick Darvall, ho was rendered 
 speechless, and felt disposed to regard tho whole 
 thing as a sort of dream, for his attempted explana- 
 tions wero totally disregarded. 
 
 Arrived at tho house, Charlie and Jake were 
 locked up in separate rooms, and sentries placed 
 beneath their windows — this in addition to tho 
 security of haud-cufTs and roped arras. Then break- 
 fast was prepared for the entire company, and those 
 who had been wounded in tho fight wore attended 
 to by Hunky Ben — a self-taught surgeon — with 
 Mary and Buttercup to act as dressers. 
 
 "I say, Jackson," observed Darvall, when the 
 worthy ranch-man found leisure to attend to him, 
 " of course you know that this is all nonsense — an 
 abominabl'^ lie about my friend Brooke being an 
 outlaw?" 
 
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 sympathy ; " an' you may be cock-sure I '11 do what 
 
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 imp following ,n the footsteps o" that notorioua out- 
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 overshot h.m to a place whore ho thought it likely 
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 then Buck dropped his pistol, an' your friend got off 
 his horse and they shook hands and went off as 
 thick as thieves together. An' now, as you 've seen 
 an' heard, your friend turns up headin' a charge of 
 the outlaws— an' a most notable charge it was— 
 alongside o' Buck Tom. Jake the Flint too claims 
 him for a comrade. Pretty mysterious all that, 
 
 ain't it ? " 
 
 " May I ask," said Dick, with some scorn in his 
 tone, " who is this Hunky Ben, that his word should 
 be considered as good as a bank-note ? " 
 
 " He 's the greatest scout an' the best an' truest 
 man on the frontier," replied Jackson. 
 
 " H'm ! so Miss Mary seems to think too." 
 
 " An' Mary thinks right." 
 
 "An' who may this Jake the Flint be?" asked 
 
 the sailor. 
 
 " The greatest scoundrel, cattle and horse stealer, 
 and cut-throat on the frontier." 
 
 "So then," rejoined Dick, with some bitterness, 
 "it would seem that my friend and mate is taken up 
 for an outlaw on the word o' the two greatest men 
 on the frontier ! " 
 
 "It looks like it, Dick, coupled, of course, wi' 
 your friend's own actions. But never you fear, 
 man. There must be a mistake o' some sort, some- 
 where, an* it's sure to come out, for I'd as soon 
 believe my Mary to be an outlaw as your friend- 
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 The fact is, Dick, that I 've learned physiognoiny 
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 " Fizzi-what-umy ? " interrupted .Dick. 
 
 "Physiognomy-the study o' faces-since I came 
 to live on the frontier, an' I 'm pretty sure to know 
 an honest man from a rogue as soon as I see him 
 an' hear him speak-though I can't always prove 
 myself right." ^ ^ 
 
 While Dick and his host were thus conversin- 
 and the soldiers were regaling themselves in the halT 
 the commander of the troops and Hunky Ben were' 
 engaged in earnest conversation with Charlie 
 Brooke, who gave an account of himself that quite 
 cleared up the mystery of his meeting, and after- 
 wards being found associated with, the outlaws. 
 
 "It's a queer story," said Hunky Ben, who 
 besides being what his friends called a philosopher! 
 was prone at times to moralise. "It's a queer 
 story, an' shows that a man shouldn't bounce at a 
 conclusion till he's larned all the ins an' outs of a 
 matter." 
 
 " Of course, Mr. Brooke," said the officer, when 
 Dick had finished his narration, "your companion 
 knows all this and can corroborate what you have 
 said ? " 
 
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 mate whom I picked up on arriving at New York, 
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 "Well, you have cleared yourself, Mr. Brooke," 
 continued the Captain, whose name was Wilmot, 
 " but I 'm sorry to have to add that you have not 
 cleared the character of your friend Leather, whose 
 name has for a considerable time been associated 
 
 ' the notorious band led by your old school- 
 fellow Kitson, who is known in this part of the 
 country as Buck Tom. One of the worst of this 
 gang of highwaymen, Jake the Flint, has, as you 
 know, fallen into my hands, and will soon receive 
 his deserts as a black-hearted murderer. I have 
 recently obtained trustworthy information as to the 
 whereabouts of the gang, and I am sorry to say 
 that I shall have to ask you to guide me to their 
 den in Traitor's Trap." 
 
 " Is it my duty to do this ? " asked Charlie, with 
 a troubled look at the officer. 
 
 " It is the duty of every honest man to facilitate 
 the bringing of criminals to justice." 
 
 " But I have strong reason for believing that my 
 friend Leather, although reckless and dissipated, 
 joined these men unwillingly — was forced to do it 
 in fact — and has been suffering from the result of a 
 severe injury ever since joining, so that he has not 
 assisted them at all in their nefarious work. Then, 
 as to Kitson, I am convinced that he repents of his 
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OPTHK SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 231 
 
 have been rebellious of late, and this very Jake has 
 been aspiring to the leadership of the gang." 
 
 "Your feelings regarding these men may be 
 natural," returned the captain, "but my duty is to 
 wse you in this matter. Believing what you say of 
 yourself I will treat you as a gentleman, but if you 
 decline to guide me to the nest of this gang I must 
 treat you still as a prisoner." 
 
 "May I have a little time to think over the 
 matter before answering ? " 
 
 "So that you may have a chance of escaping 
 me?" replied the Captain. 
 
 "Nothing was further from my thoughts," said 
 Charlie, with a flush of indignation. 
 
 "I believe you, Mr. Brooke," rejoined the Captain 
 with gravity. " Let me know any time before twelve 
 to-day what course you deem it right to take. By 
 noon I shall sound boot and saddle, when you will 
 be ready to start. Your nautical friend here may 
 jom us if he chooses." 
 
 Now, while this investigation into the affairs of 
 one prisoner was going on, the other prisoner, Jake 
 was busily employed investigating his own affairs 
 with a view to escape. 
 
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 CHAPTER XX. 
 
 JAKE THE FLINT IN DIPi"I0ULTIB8. 
 
 The man who, at the time we write of, was 
 known by the name of Jake the Flint had acquired 
 the character of the most daring and cruel scoundrel 
 in a region where villains were by no means rare. 
 His exploits indicated a spirit that was utterly 
 reckless of life, whether his own or that of his fellow- 
 men, and many were the trapperd, hunters, and 
 Redskins who would have given a good deal and 
 gone far to have the chance of putting a bullet in 
 his carcass. 
 
 But, as is not unfrequently the case with such 
 men, Jake seemed to bear a charmed life, and when 
 knife, bullet, and rope, cut short the career of many 
 less guilty men, Jake had hitherto managed to elude 
 his captors — at one time by strategy, at another by 
 a bold dash for life, and sometimes by " luck." No 
 one had a kind word for Jake, no one loved, though 
 many feared, admired, and hated him. This may 
 seem strange, for it is usually found that even in the 
 case of the most noted outlaws there is a woman or 
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 Perhaps the fact that Jake was exceptionally harsh 
 and cruel at all times, may account for this, as it 
 accounted for his sobriquet of Flint. He was called 
 by some of those who knew him a " God-forsaken 
 man. We merely state the fact, but are very far 
 from adopting the expression, for it ill becomes any 
 man of mortal mould to pronounce his fellow-nan 
 uod-forsaken. 
 
 In the meantime we feel it to be no breach of 
 •Chan y to say that Jake had forsaken God, for his 
 foul language and bloody deeds proved the fact 
 beyond all question. He was deceitful as well as 
 cruel, and those who knew him best felt sure that his 
 aoing under Buck Tom was a mere ruse. There is 
 I.t tie doubt that he had done so for the purpose of 
 obtammg an influence over a gang of despeLoes, 
 ready to hand, as it were, and that the moment he 
 saw his opportunity he would kill Buck Tom and take 
 command. The only thing that had kept him from 
 doing so sooner, it was thought, was the fact that 
 Jiuok had the power to gain the affection of his 
 men, as well as to cause them to fear him, so that 
 Jake had not yet found the time ripe for action. 
 
 After the outlaw had been put into the room by 
 himself, as already stated, the door locked, and a 
 sentry posted below the window, he immediately 
 turned with all his energy to examme into his cir- 
 cumstances and prospects. Jjirst of all his wrists 
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 concern, for his hands were unusually small and 
 delicate, and he knew from experience that he could 
 slip them out of any handcuffs that would close 
 easily on his wrists — a fact that he had carefully 
 concealed, and of which men were not yet aware, 
 as he had not yet been under the necessity of 
 availing himself of the circumstance. 
 
 The rope with which he had been bound on the 
 way to the ranch had been removed, the handcuffs 
 being deemed sufficient. As the window of his • 
 prison was over thirty feet from the ground, and 
 a sentinel with a carbine and revolver stood below, 
 it was thought that the bird who had so frequently 
 escaped his cage before was safe at last, and fairly 
 on his way to the gallows. 
 
 Not so thought Jake the Flint. Despair did not 
 seem to be a possibility to him. Accordingly, he 
 examined his prison carefully, and with a hopeful 
 smile. The examination was soon completed, for 
 the room presented no facilities whatever for escape. 
 There was no bed from which to take the sheets 
 and blankets to extemporise a rope. No mattress to 
 throw over the window so as to break a heavy man's 
 fall. No chimney by which to ascend to the roof, 
 no furniture, indeed, of any kind beyond a deal 
 chair and table. The door was of solid oak and 
 bolted outside. 
 
 Obviously the window was his only chance. He 
 went to it and looked out. The depth was too 
 
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 much, he know, for even his strong bones to stand 
 the shock ; and the sentinel paced to and fro under- 
 neath with loaded carbine. 
 
 " If any one would only lay a feather-bed down 
 there," thought Jake, "I'd jump an' take my 
 chance." ^ 
 
 While he was gazing meditatively on the fair 
 prospect of land and water that lay before him, one 
 of the bolts of the door was withdrawn, then an- 
 other, and the door slowly opened. 
 
 For an instant the outlaw gathered himself up for 
 a rush, with a view f o sell his life dearly, and he had 
 even begun to draw one of his hands out of the 
 manacles, when the folly and hopelessness of the 
 attempt struck him. He quickly checked himself 
 and met his jailor (one of the troopers) with I 
 smilmg countenance as he entered and laid a loaf 
 and a jug of water on the table. 
 
 The rattle of a musket outside told Jake that his 
 jailor had not come alone. 
 
 Without a word the man turned, and was leaving 
 the room, when Jake, in a voice of great humility, 
 asked him to stop. 
 
 " You couldn't remove these things, could you ? " 
 he said, holding out his fettered hands. 
 "No," answered the trooper, sharply. 
 "Ah!" sighed Jake, «I feared it was agin the 
 
 rules. You nnnlHn'f. l^f *«^ V-.- ii » ^- 
 
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 broakfttst." 
 
 Jake interlarded his speech with a variety of 
 oaths, with which wo will not defile the paper, but 
 he could extract no further reply from the trooper 
 than a glance of scorn. 
 
 Left to himself, Jake again went to the window, 
 which was a small cottage one, opening inwards 
 like a door. He opened it and looked out. The 
 sentinel instantly raised his carbine and ordered 
 him to shut it. 
 
 " Hullo ! Silas, is that you ? " cried Jake in sur- 
 prise, but paying no attention to the threat, "I 
 thought you had quit for Heaven durin' the last 
 skrimidge wi' the Reds down in Kansas ? Glad to 
 see you lookin' so well. How 's your wife an' the 
 child'n, Silas ? " 
 
 " Come now, Jake," said the trooper sternly, " you 
 know it 's all up with you, so you needn't go talkin' 
 bosh like that — more need to say your prayers. 
 Stand back and shut the window, I say, else I '11 put 
 a bullet through your gizzard." 
 
 " Well now, Silas," said Jake, remonstratively, and 
 opening the breast of his red shirt as he spoke, " I 
 didn't expect that of an old friend like you— indeed 
 I aidn't. But, see here, if you raaly are goin' to fire 
 take good aim an' keep clear o' the heart and liver. 
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 and easy to hit if you 'vc a steady hand. I know 
 the exact spot, for I Vo liad tho cuttin' up of a good 
 bunch o' men in my day. an' I can't bear to see a 
 thing muddled. But hold on, Silas, I won't put ye 
 to the pain o' shootin' me. I 'U shut the window if 
 you '11 make mo a promise." 
 
 "What's that?" demanded the trooper, still 
 covering tho outlaw, however, with his carbine. 
 
 " You know I 'm goin' to my doom-that 's what 
 poetical folk call it, Silas-an' I want you to help 
 me wind up my affairs, as the lawyers say. Well, 
 this here (holding up a coin) is my last dollar the' 
 remains o' my fortin', Silas, an' this here bit o' paper 
 that I 'm rappin' round it is my last will an' testi- 
 monial. You '11 not refuse to give it to my only 
 friend on arth, Hunky Ben, for I've no wife or 
 chick to weep o'er my grave, even though they 
 knew where it was. You '11 do this for me, Silas 
 won't you ? " ' 
 
 " All right— pitch it down." 
 
 Jake threw the coin, which fell on the ground a 
 few feet in front of the trooper, who stooped to pick 
 it up. 
 
 With one agile bound the outlaw leaped from the 
 window and descended on the trooper's back, which 
 was broken by the crashing blow, and Jake rolled 
 over him with considerable violence, but the poor 
 man's body had proved a sufficient buffer, and Jake 
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 the (load man's hand, and plucking the revolver 
 from his belt, ho sauntered off in the direction 
 of the stables. Those being too small to contain 
 all the troop-horses, some of the animals were 
 picketed in an open shed, and several troopers 
 were rubbing them down. The men took Jake 
 for one of tho cow-boys of the ranch, for ho passed 
 them whistling. 
 
 Entering tho stable he glanced quickly round, 
 selected tho finest horso, and, loosing its halter from 
 the stall, turned the animal's head to the door. 
 
 "What are ye doin' wi' the captain's horse?" 
 demanded a trooper, who chanced to be in the 
 neighbouring stall. 
 
 " The captain wants it. Hold his head till I get 
 on him. He's frisky," said Jake, in a voice of 
 authority. 
 
 The man was taken aback and obeyed; but as 
 Jake mounted he turned suddenly pale. 
 
 The outlaw, observing the change, drew the re- 
 volver, and, pointing it at the trooper's head, said, 
 in a low savage voice, " A word, a sound, and your 
 brains are on the floor ! " 
 
 The man stood open-mouthed, as if petrified. 
 Jake shook the reins of the fiery horse and bounded 
 through the door-way, stooping to the saddle-bow 
 as he went. He could see, even at that moment, 
 that the trooper, recovering himself, was on the 
 
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 Men r„..,«a.„to the yard with „„., without nr„.t 
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 horseman croas the .,u„re and make for the gate 
 A rat l,n« .rrogular volley wa. aent after him. buf the 
 only effect it had was to cause the outlaw to t,,,,. 
 round in the saddle and wave hi, hat. wllnl 
 vont to a yell of triumph. Another moment and 
 J.e was beyond the bluff and had disappeared. 
 
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 ranch and eve^ preparation was mad. for pursuU 
 
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 oMhe troop, they could not hope to overtake 
 
 Hunky Ben, at his own particular request was 
 permitted to go on in advance. 
 
 "You see, sir," he said to the captain, "my Black 
 Polly an't quite as good as your charger, but she 's 
 more used to this sort o' country, an' /can take tie 
 ahort cuts where your horse could hardly follow." 
 
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 The scout chuckled inwardly as ho said this. 
 
 " But why go in advance ? You can never over- 
 take the scoundrel with such a start and on such a 
 liora<i." 
 
 " Never you mind what I can or can't do,'* said 
 Ben, entering the stable wliore the dead trooper 
 still lay, and unfastening Black Polly. "I've no 
 time to explain. All I know is that your friend 
 Leather is sure to be hanged if ho 's cotched, an' I 'ra 
 sure he 's an innocent man — therefore, I 'm goin' to 
 save him. It 's best for you to know nothin' more 
 than that, for I see you *re not used to tellin' lies. 
 Can you trust me ? " 
 
 " Certainly I can. The look of your face, Ben, 
 even more than the character you bear, would in- 
 duce me to trust you." 
 
 " Well then, Mr. Brooke, the first sign o' trust is 
 to obey orders without askin' questions." 
 
 " True, when the orders are given by one who has 
 a right to command," returned Charlie. 
 
 " Just so, an' my right to command lies in the 
 fact that the life o' your friend Leather depends on 
 your obedience." 
 
 " I 'm your humble servant, then. But what am 
 I to do?" 
 
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 TELLS OP A OnUBL DEED, AND SHOWS HOW MYSTERIOUSLY 
 HUNKY DEN BEHAVED. 
 
 When Jake escaped from the ranch of Roar- 
 ing Bull he tried the mettle of Captain Wilmot's 
 charger to the uttermost, for well he knew that the 
 pursuit would be instant and vigorous; that his 
 late comrade Charlie Brooke could guide the troops 
 to the cavern in Traitor's Trap, and that if his 
 companions, who would doubtless ride straight back, 
 were to escape, they must be warned in time. 
 He also knew that the captain's charger was a 
 splendid one. In order to accomplish his purpose, 
 therefore, he would ride it to death. 
 
 The distance between the ranch and the outlaws' 
 cave was not so great but that any mustang in the 
 plains could have traversed it in a day, but the cruel 
 man had made up his mind that the captain's 
 charger should do it in a few hours. It is not so 
 much distance as pace that kills. Had any consi- 
 deration whatever been extended to the noble crea- 
 ture by the ignoble brute who rode it, the good 
 horse would have galloped to the head of the Trap 
 
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 almost without turning a hair At fir«f i . , 
 
 ground m the exuberance of l.is strength • thourrh 
 the e was no need to bound, and coursing ver S 
 
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 times both as .ff ^ °"'"'' ^"'' ="">«- 
 
 "well Z;.. / o^Pectation of the familiar 
 
 well done, or pat on the neck, or cheek nf fi, 
 re.n with which the captain had be" w It to s, 'c' 
 
 torn !. , * "°"''"^' ^"len the first symp. 
 
 torn appeared of a desire to reduce speed jZ 
 drove his cruel spurs into the charger's glo 1 ^ 
 With a wrld snort and bound the horse Ltd 
 ov^a^n and spurned the ground as if in^rCa^t 
 Then the breath began to labour slightly the 
 
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 'oam to fleck his broad chest. Still Jake pressed 
 
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 seething in the outlaw's brain. This to him useless 
 expedition, which had so nearly cost him his life, 
 would be the last that Buck Tom should command. 
 After blowing out his brains he would warn the 
 others of the impending danger and lead them away 
 to other and more favourable fields of enterprise. 
 
 At this point the good horse stumbled and almost 
 threw his rider, who, with horrible curses, plied the 
 spurs and tugged at the bit until blood was mingled 
 with the flying foam. Never, save once — when 
 Captain Wilmot was caught alone in the plains by 
 Cheyenne Indians and had to fly for his life— had 
 the good charger been urged to anything like such 
 an effort as he was now called on to make, and then 
 there was no cruelty mingled with the urging. The 
 very tone of his master's voice, as lie patted the 
 neck ar?d shook the rein and gently touched him 
 with the spur, must have convinced the intelligent 
 creature that it was a matter of life or death— 
 that there was a stern need-be for such haste. 
 
 Turning at last into the gorge of the Trap, the 
 charger gasped and sobbed with distress as he faced 
 the steep ascent and tried, with the unabated 
 courage of a willing heart, to pull himself together 
 while the unmerciful monster still drove in the 
 spurs and galled his tender mouth. But the brave 
 effort was unavailing. Stumbling over a root that 
 crossed the path, the horse plunged forward, and 
 fell with a crash, sending his rider over his head. 
 
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 lem away 
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 plied the 
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 Jake, alighting on his face and right shoulder, lay 
 stunned for a few seconds. Then he jumped up 
 displaying torn garments and a face covered with 
 Dlood. 
 
 Eunniug to the horse's head he seized the rein 
 and shook it savagely, kicking the animal's face 
 wi h hw heavy boots in his anxiety to make it rise, 
 but the poor charger was beyond his cruelty by 
 that time, for its neck had been broken by tho fall 
 
 Oh ! It was one of those sights which are iitted 
 to make even thoughtless men recognise the need of 
 a Saviour for the human race, and to reject with 
 something like scorn the doctrine-founded on 
 wholly insufficient evidence-that there is no future 
 of compensation for the lower animals i 
 
 The outlaw did not waste time in vain regrets. 
 Bestowing a meaningless curse on the dead chLer 
 he turned and went up the narrow glen at a smart 
 pace, but did not overstrain himself, for he knew 
 well that none of the troop-horses could have kept 
 up with him. He counted on having plenty of 
 time to warn his comrades and get away without 
 hurry. But he reckoned without his host-beinc 
 quite Ignorant of the powers of Black Polly and 
 but slightly acquainted with those of her master 
 Hunky Ben. 
 
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 and so thoroughly was the scout acquainted witJi' 
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 actually passed the fugitive and reached the head 
 of Traitor's Trap before him. This he managed by- 
 forsaking the roads, keeping a straighter line for 
 the outlaws' cave, and passing on foot over the 
 shoulder of a hill where a horseman could not go. 
 Thus he came down on the covern, about half-an- 
 hour before Jake's arrival. Clambering to the 
 crevice in the cliff against which the cave abutted, 
 and sliding down into a hollow on its earthen roof, 
 he cautiously removed a small stone from its posi- 
 tion, and disclosed a hole through which he could 
 both hear and see most of what took place inside. 
 
 Lest any one should wonder at the facility with 
 which the ground lent itself to this manoeuvre, we 
 may as well explain that the bold scout possessed 
 one of those far-re? ching minds which are not satis- 
 fied without looking into everything, — seeing to the 
 bottom of, and peering round to the rear of, all 
 things, as far as possible. He always acted on the 
 principle of making himself acquainted with every 
 road and track and by-path, every stream, pond, 
 river, and spring in the land. Hence he was well 
 aware of this haunt of outlaws, and, happening to 
 be near it one day when its owners were absent, he 
 had turned aside to make the little arrangement of 
 a peep-hole, in the belief that it might possibly turn 
 out to be of advantage in course of time ! 
 
 The clump of shrubs and grass on the rugged 
 bank, which formed the top of the cave, effectu- 
 
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 ally concealed the natural hollow which he had 
 deepened, and the overhanging mass of the rugged 
 cliff protected it from rain and dew. 
 
 What Hunky Ben saw on looking through his 
 peep-hole filled him with surprise and pity, and 
 compelled him to modify his plans. 
 
 Almost below him on a brush couch, lay the tall 
 form of Buck Tom, with the unmistakable hue of 
 approaching death upon his countenance. Beside 
 him, holding his head, kneeled the much-wasted 
 figure of Leather—the reputed outlaw. Seated or 
 standing around in solemn silence were six of the 
 outlaws, most of whom bore tokens of the recent 
 fight, in the form of bandage on head or limb. 
 
 " I brought you to this. Leather ; God forgive me," 
 said the dying man faintly. 
 
 "No, you didn't, Ealph," replied the other, calling 
 him by his old familiar name, " I brought myself to 
 it. Don't blame yourself, Ealph ; you weren't half so 
 bad as me. You 'd never have been here but for 
 me. Come, Ealph, try to cheer up a bit ; you're not 
 dying. It 's only faint you are, from loss of blood 
 and the long gallop. When you 've had a sleep 
 and some food, you '11 feel stronger. We '11 fetch a 
 doctor soon, an' he'll get hold o' the bullet. Dear 
 Halph, don't shake your head like that an' look so 
 solemn. Cheer up, old boy !" 
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 " No," he said sadly, " there is no cheer for mo. 
 I 've thrown my life away. There 's no hope — no 
 mercy for mo. I 'vo been trying to recall the past, 
 an' what mother used to teach me, but it won't 
 come. Tiicro 's only one text in all the Bible that 
 comes to me now. It's this — *13e sure your sin 
 will find you out!' That's true, boys," he said, 
 turning a look on his comrades. " Whatever else 
 may be false, that 's true, for I know it." 
 " That 's so, dear Ealph," said Leather earnestly, 
 
 " but it's no less true that '* 
 
 Just then a noise was heard in the outer pass- 
 age; then hurrying footsteps. Instinctively every 
 man drew his revolver and faced the door. Next 
 moment Jake entered. 
 
 " Here, one of you ; a drink— I'm fit to ha !" 
 
 His eyes fell on the figure of Buck and he shrank 
 back for a moment in silent surprise. 
 
 " Yes, Jake," said the dying man, with a glance 
 of pity not unmiugled with scorn, "it has come 
 sooner than you or I expected, and it will save you 
 some trouble— maybe some regret. I've seen 
 through your little game, Jake, and am glad I 've 
 been spared the necessity of thwarting you." 
 
 He stopped owing to weakness, and Jake, re- 
 covering himself, hastily explained the reason of his 
 sudden appearance. 
 
 " Fetch me a rag an' eome water, boys," he con- 
 tinued. " It looks wori. ihan it is — only skin deep. 
 
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 And we We not a moment to lose. Those who have 
 a mind may follow me. Thom that wants to swine 
 may stop." 
 
 " But how about Buck Tom ? " asked one who 
 was not quite so depraved as the others. 
 
 "What's the use o' askin'?" said Jake. "It's 
 all up with him, don't you see ? Besides, ho 's safe 
 enough. They 'd never have the heart to hang a 
 dying man." 
 
 •'An' Leather!" cried another. "We mustn't 
 quit Leather. He's game for many a fight yet. 
 Come, Leather; we'll help you along, for they're 
 sure to string you up on the nearest tree." 
 
 "Don't trouble yourself about me," said Leather, 
 looking round, for he still kneeled beside his old 
 friend, « I don't intend to escape. Look to your- 
 selves, boys, an' leave us alone." 
 
 " Unless you 're all tired o' life you '11 quit here 
 an' skip for the woods," said Jake, as, turning round, 
 he hurriedly left the place. 
 
 The others did not hesitate, but followed him 
 at once, leaving Buck Tom, and his friend to shift 
 for themselves. 
 
 During all this scene Hunky Ben had been in- 
 tently gazing and listening^chiefly the latter. 
 When the outlaws filed past him he found it ex- 
 tremely difficult to avoid putting a bullet into the 
 Flmt, but he restrained himself because of what yet 
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 soon as ilio outlaws wore well out of flij,'ht 
 Bon aroso nncl proparod for action. First of all ho 
 ti-^'htonud his bolt. Tiiuii ho pullod tho hood of his 
 coat well ovor his head, so that it cflbctually cou- 
 coalod liis face, and, still further to accomplish 
 the end in view, he fastened the hood in front with 
 a wooden pin. Proceeding to tho stable ho found, 
 as ho had hoped and expected, that the outlaws had 
 left one or two horse-cloths behind in their flight. 
 In one of these ho enveloped his person in such a 
 way as to render it unrecognisable. Then ho walked 
 straight into tho cave, and, without a word of warn- 
 ing, threw his strong arms around Shank Leather 
 and lifted him off tho ground. 
 
 Of course Leather shouted and struggled at first, 
 but as well might a kitten have struggled in tho 
 grip of a grizzly bear. In his worn condition ho 
 felt himself to be utterly powerless. Buck Tom 
 made a feeble effort to rise and help him, but tho 
 mere effort caused him to fall back with a groan 
 of helpless despair. 
 
 Swiftly his captor bore Leather up the side of 
 the hill till he got behind a clump of trees, into the 
 heart of which he plunged, and then set his burden 
 down on his feet. At the same time, throwing back 
 his hood and flinging away the horse-cloth, he stood 
 up and smiled. 
 " Hunky Ben, or his ghost ! " exclaimed Shank, 
 
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 seed mo onco that I know of. Hut most men that 
 see mo onco aro apt to roinoniher mo." 
 
 ^ ''Well, Hunky," said Loatlier, while tho indigna- 
 tion began to return, "you may think this vc-ry 
 annising, but it's mean of a big strong man like 
 you to take advantage of a fellow that 's as weak as 
 a child from wounds an' fever. Lend mo ono o' 
 your six-shooters, now, so as we may stand on 
 
 somewhat more equal terms and but a truce to 
 
 boasting ! I 'm sure that you wouldn't keep smilincr 
 at me hko a Cheshire cat if there wasn't something 
 behnid tliis." ** 
 
 "You're right. Mr. Leather," said Ben, becoming 
 at once grave and earnest. There is somethin' be- 
 hind it-ay, an' somethin' before it too. So much 
 that I have barely time to tell "ee. So, listen wi' 
 both ears. There 's a bunch o' men an' troops close 
 to the Trap even now, on their way to visit your cave. 
 It they find you-you know what that means ? " 
 
 " Death," said Leather quietly. 
 
 "Ay, death ; though ye don't desarve it," said Ben. 
 
 " But I do deserve it," returned Shank in the 
 same quiet voice. 
 
 Well, may-hap you do," rejoined the scout coolly, 
 " but not, so far as I know, in connection wi' your 
 present company. Now, there 's Buck Tom " 
 
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 comin' to him too, an* that '11 save him from bcin* 
 ■trmiLj up— for they 'ro apt to do that sort o* thinpj 
 hereavvdy in a loos^ free-an -easy stylo that's awk- 
 ward sometime. I was " 'thin an inch of it myself 
 once, all through a mistake— 1 '11 tell 'ec about that 
 when I 'vo got more time, maybe. Well, now, I 'm 
 keen to sa\c yuu an' Buck Tom if I can, and what 
 I want you to understand is, that if you expect mo 
 to help you at a time when you stand considerable 
 in need o' help, you '11 have to do what I tell 'ee." 
 
 "And what would you have me do?" asked 
 Shank, with a troubled look. 
 
 " Itemain hero till I come for *ee, and when you 
 meet me in company say nothin' about havin' met 
 mo before." 
 
 "Can I trust you, Ilunky Ben?" said Shank, 
 looking at him earnestly. 
 
 " If you can't trust me, what d' ye propose to do ? " 
 asked the scout with a grin. 
 
 "You're right, Ben. I tmist trust you, and, to 
 say truth, from the little I know of you, I believe 
 I 've nothing to fear. But my anxiety is for Ealph— 
 Buck Tom, I mean. You 'ro sure, I suppose, that 
 Mr. Brooke will do his best to shield him ? " 
 
 " Ay, sartin sure, an', by the way, don't mention 
 your Christian name just now — whatever it i&— nor 
 for some time yet. Good-day, an' keep quiet till I 
 come. We 've wasted overmuch time a'ready." 
 
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 Open his coat, ro-ontorcd tho cave a very difie rent- 
 looking man from what ho was when lie left it. 
 
 "Hunky Ben!" exclaimed Buck, who had re- 
 covered by that time. " I wish you had turned up 
 half-an-hour since, boy. You might havo saved 
 my poor friend Lcatlicr from a monster who camo 
 here and cariiod him away bodily." 
 
 "Ay? That's strange, now. Ilowb'over, worse 
 luck might havo befel him, for the troops aro at my 
 heels, an' ye know what would bo in store for him 
 if he Was here." 
 
 "Yes, indeed, I know it, Ben, and what is in 
 store for mo too ; but Death will havo his lau^ih at 
 them if they don't look sharp." 
 
 "No, surely," said the scout, in a tone of real 
 commiseration, "you'ro not so bad as that, aro 
 you ? " 
 
 "Truly am I," answered Buck, with a pitiful 
 look, "shot in the chest. But I saw you in tho 
 light, Ben ; did you guide them hero ? " 
 
 "That's what I did— at least I told 'em which 
 way to go, an' camo on in advance to worn you in 
 time, so 's you might escape. To tell you tho plain 
 truth, Ealph Eitson, I 'vo bin told all about you by 
 your old friend Mr. Brooke, an' about Leather too, 
 who, you say, has bin carried off by a monster ? " 
 
 " Yes— at least by a monstrous big man." 
 
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 "An* you wuuM know tlio monstor if you saw 
 him ngain?" 
 
 " I think r would know hia figure, but not his 
 face, for I did not aoo it." 
 
 "Strun^'ol" ronmrkcd the scout, with a simple 
 look ; •• nn' you 're surtiu sure you don't know where 
 Leather is now ? " 
 
 "Not got the most distant idea." 
 
 " Tlmt 's well now ; stick to that, an' there 's no 
 fear o' Leather. As to yoursolf— they '11 never think 
 o' hangin' you till ye can Widk to the gallows— so 
 cheer up, Buck Tom. It may be that ye dcaarve 
 hangin', for all I know; but not just at present. 
 I 'm a bit of a surgeon, too— bein' a sort o' Jack-of- 
 all-trades, and know how to extract bullets. What 
 between Mr. Brooke an' mo an' time, wonders may 
 be worked, if you're wise enough to keep a tight 
 rein on your tongue." 
 
 While the scout was speaking, the tramp of 
 cavalry was heard outside, and a few minutes later 
 Captain Wilmot entered the cave, closely followed 
 by Charlie Brooke. 
 
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 Wk nood scarcely say that lUick Tom was wiso 
 enough to put a bridle on his tongue after tl>o 
 warning liint ho had received from the scout. Ho 
 found this all the easier that ho had nothing to con- 
 ceal save the Christian name of his friend Lcalhor, 
 and, as it turned out, this was never asked for by 
 the coniniandor of the troops. All that the dying 
 outlaw could reveal was that Jake the Flint had 
 suddenly made his appearance in the cave only a 
 short time previously, had warncf^ his comrades, 
 and, knowing that he (Buck) was mortally wounded, 
 and that Leather was helplessly weak from a wound 
 which had nearly killed him, had left them both to 
 their fate. That, just after they had gone, an un- 
 usually broad powerful man, with his face concealed, 
 had suddenly entered the cave and carried Leather 
 off, in spite of his struggles, and that, about half-an- 
 hour later, Hunky Ben had arrived to find the cave 
 deserted by all but himself. Where the other out- 
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 would not reveal that to a comrade who was sure to 
 fall into the hands of their enemies. 
 
 " And you have no idea," continued the captain, 
 "who the man is that carried your friend Leather 
 so hurriedly away ? " 
 
 "Not the slightest," returned Buck. "Had my 
 revolver been handy and an ounce of strength left 
 in me, you wouldn't have had to ask the question." 
 
 " Passing strange ! " murmured Captain Wilmot, 
 glancing at the scout, who was at the moment 
 . seated on a keg before the fire lighting his pipe, and 
 witl^ a look of simple benignant stolidity on his 
 grave countenance. " Have you no idea, Ben, where 
 these outlaws have taken themselves off to ? " 
 
 " No more 'n a lop-eared rabbit, Captain Wiimot," 
 answered the scout. " You see there 's a good many 
 paths by which men who knows the place could 
 git out 0* the Trap, an* once out o' it there 's the 
 whole o' the Kockie range where to pick an' choose." 
 
 " But how comes it, Ben, that you missed Jake ? 
 Surely the road is not so broad that you could pass 
 him unseen ! Yet you arrived here before him ? " 
 
 " That 's true, sir, but sly coons like the Flint can 
 retire into the brush when they don't want to be 
 overhauled. That wasn't the way of it, however. 
 With such a splendid animal as your poor horse, Cap- 
 tain, an' ridden to death as it was — an' as I 'spected 
 it would be — I knowed I had no chance o' comin' up 
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 0- the lay 0- the land, an' pushed ahead by a slighter 
 
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 droppin that other people don't know on I peeoed 
 
 sorf n' fn.i u . ^* ^^^ ^"^^ a sneakin' 
 
 sort feel about it! An' thpn fr,« xi, 
 couirln'f -.n^ I, ' *^® others— I 
 
 couldut see how many there was-wonTrl T.o 
 swarmed out on me an' T'^ h7 T . ''''^ 
 
 tracks for the scruT'an' 1 rn '^h > '" "^'"^ 
 fl J i. 1 «^^"«-, an i^rn nothm* more Sn T 
 
 -S'l r7"f r "^^^ ^"'' - ^1 *hat I c! ,d 
 -praps find out where they fixed to pull out to 
 Bu I heard nothin' more worth tellin'. Thev 1^, 
 made some hurried, an' by no means kindly oteem 
 tjons about poor Buck an' leather an' wi tZtr 
 he hJls. I „ent into the woods a bit ffiyselfarter 
 ttat, just to be well out o' the way, so to speak * 
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 « And you didn't see the man that carried him off?" 
 
 " No I didn't see him." 
 
 « You'd have shot him, of course, if you had seen 
 
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 "Ko, indeed, captain, I wouldnt. 
 
 .-No! why not?" aaked the captain with a peou- 
 
 """mithecanse," answered the scout, with a look 
 of great solemnity, "I wouldn't shoot such a man 
 on any account-no matter what he was dom ! 
 
 ied!" returned the other with a hroadening 
 ^mUe. " I had no idea you were superstitious, Ben. 
 I thought you feared neither man nor devil. 
 
 « mat I fear an' what I don't fear," returned 
 the ..coutwith quiet dignity, "is a matter which 
 has never given me much consarn. 
 
 .. Well, don't be hurt, Hunky Ben, I don t for one 
 „,oment question your courage, only I fancied that 
 Tyou saw any one rescuing an outlawjou would 
 have tried to put a bullet into him whether he hap- 
 cened to be a man or a ghost." 
 '^ i I have told you," broke in Buck Tom with 
 something of his old fire, "that Leather xsncian 
 
 """TL. only y^r word for that, and you know 
 what that is worth," returned the captam. I dou t 
 want to be hard on one apparently so near his end, 
 Z to say truth, I'm inclined to beUeve you, u 
 
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 time in your company-whether a member of your 
 band or not must be settled before another tribunal. 
 If caught, he stands a good chance of being hanged 
 And now," added the captain, turning to a sergeant 
 who had entered the cave with him, " tell the men 
 to put up their horses as best they may. We camp 
 here for the night. We can do nothing while it is 
 (lark, but with the first gleam of day we will make 
 a thorough search of the neighbourhood." 
 
 While the troopers and tLeir commander were 
 busy making themselves as comfortable as possible 
 in and around the cave, the scout went quietly up to 
 the clump of wood where Leather was in hiding 
 and related to that unfortunate all that had taken' 
 place since he left him. 
 
 "It is very good of you, Hunky, to take so 
 much mterest in me and incur so much risk and 
 trouble; but do you know," said Leather, with a 
 look of surr-rise, not unmingled with amusement, 
 "you are a puzzle to me, for I can't understand how 
 you could tell Captain Wilmot such a heap o' lies 
 —you that has got the name of bein' the truest- 
 hearted scout on the frontier ! " 
 
 ^' You puzzle me more than I puzzle you, Leather," 
 returned the scout, with a simple look. « What lies 
 have I told ?" 
 
 "Why, all you said about what you saw and 
 heard when you said you were eavesdroppin' must 
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 hear and see what took place in the cave through 
 tons of rock and earth ? " 
 
 " How I saw and heard, my son Leather, is a pri- 
 vate affair of my own, but it was no lie. 
 Leather looked incredulous. 
 " Then you said," he continued, " that you didn't 
 see the man that carried me away." 
 
 « No more I did, boy. I never saw him ! " 
 " What ! not even in a looking-glass ? " 
 " Not even in a lookin'- glass," returned Hunky. 
 " I 've seed his reflection there many a time, — an' a 
 I^retty good-lookin' reflection it was— but I Ve never 
 see'd himself— that I knows on! No, Leather, if 
 Captain Wilmot had axed me if I saw you carried 
 off, I might ha' been putt in a fix, but he didn't ax me 
 that. He axed if I 'd seen the man that carried you 
 off an' I told the truth when I said I had not More- 
 over I wasn't bound to show him that he wasn't fit to 
 be a lawyer— specially when he was prter an inno- 
 cent man, an' might p'l'aps hang him without a 
 trial. It was my duty to guide the captain in pur- 
 suit of outlaws, an' it is my duty to shield an inno- 
 cent man. Between the two perplexin' duties I. 
 tried to steer as straight a course as I could, but I 
 confess I had to steer pretty close to the wind." 
 
 « Well, Hunky, it is my duty to thank you instead 
 of criticising you as I have done, but how do you 
 come to be so sure that I 'm innocent ? " 
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 iiuestion," replied Ben, w'th a little smile. " D' ye 
 rally think, Leather, that an old scout like me is 
 goin' to let you see through all the outs and ins by 
 which I comes at my lainin' ! It 's enough for you 
 to know, boy, that I know a good deal more about 
 you than ye think-more pYaps than ye know 
 about yerself. I don't go for to say that you're a 
 bcrn angel, wantin' nothin' but a pair o' wings to 
 carry ye off to the better land-by no means, but 
 I do know that as regards jinin' Buck Tom's boys, 
 or takin' a willin' part in their devilish work, ye are' 
 innocent, an' that's enough for me." 
 
 "I'm glad you know it and believe it, Ben," 
 said Leather, earnestly, " for it is true. I followed 
 Buck, because he 's an old, old chum, and I did it at 
 the risk of my life, an' then, as perhaps you are 
 aware, we were chased and I got injured. So far I 
 am innocent of acting with these men, but Ben, 
 I don't admit my innocence in anything else ! My 
 whole life— well, well— it's ot no use talkin'. Tell 
 me, d'ye think there's any chance o' Buck getting 
 over this?" 
 
 " He may. Nobody can tell. I '11 do my best 
 for him. I never lose hope of a man, after what 
 I've see'd in my experience, till the breath is fairly 
 01' i fiiim." 
 
 " Thank God for these words, Ben." 
 "Yes," continued the scout, "aud your friend 
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 because you have been carried off by a great 
 mysterious monster ! " 
 
 " Then he doesn't know it was you ? " exclaimed 
 Leather. 
 
 "In course not. An' ho doesn't know you arc 
 within five hundred yards of him. An* what's 
 more, you mustn't let him know it was me, for 
 that must be kept a dead secret, else it'll ruin 
 my character on the frontier. "We must surround 
 it v/i' mystery, my boy, till all is safe. But I didn't 
 come up here to enjoy an evenin's conversation. 
 You're not safe where you are. Leather. They'll 
 be scourin' all round for you long before sun-up, 
 so I must putt you where you'll be able to look 
 on an* grin at them." 
 
 " Where will that be ? " asked Leather, with some 
 curiosity. 
 
 " You know the cliff about five hundred feet high 
 that rises just over on the other side o* the valley — 
 where the water-shoot comes down ? *' 
 
 "Ay, it*s likely I do, for I've seen it every 
 mornin' for months past." 
 
 " An* you remember the hole near the top o' the 
 cHff?" 
 
 " Yes — that looks about the size of a crow ? " 
 
 " "Whatever it looks like it 's three times the size 
 of a man, an' it 's the mouth of a cave," returned the 
 scout. " Now, I '11 lead you to the track that 'U let 
 you up to that cave. It *s a splendid place, full of 
 
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 all sorts o' holes an' places where a man couldn't 
 find you even if he know'd you was there. Once 
 up, you may sit down, smoke your pipe in the 
 mouth o' the cave, an' enjoy yourself, lookin' on at 
 the hunt arter yourself. Here 's a bit o' chuck I 've 
 brought to keep you from wearyin', for they may 
 keep it up all day. When all danger is past I '11 
 come up for ye. You needn't show more o' your- 
 self, however, than the top o' your head. A man 
 can never be over-cautious when he 's bein' hunted 
 down. An' mind, don't leave the place till I come 
 for you." 
 
 Handing a cold roast fowl and a loaf to his 
 companion, the scout got up and led him away to 
 the spot which he had just described. It was by 
 that time quite dark, but as Hunky Ben knew every 
 inch of the ground he glided along almost as quickly 
 as if it had been broad day, followed, with some 
 difficulty, by poor Leather, who was still in a state 
 of great prostration,, partly because of his injury and 
 partly in consequence of his previous dissipation. 
 As the place, however, was not much more than 
 half-a-mile distant his powers of endurance were not 
 much tried. The scout led him across the narrow 
 valley just above the outlaws* cave, and then, enter- 
 ing a steep rocky defile, he began to ascend a place 
 that was more suitable for goats than men. After 
 half-an-hour of upward toil they reached a plateau 
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 to run in a zig-zag manner until it reached a 
 small hole in the solid rock. Through this they 
 entered and found themselves within a cavern 
 and in total darkness. 
 
 " We may rest a bit now," said the scout. " There 's 
 a ledge hereabouts. There you are. Sit down. 
 I '11 have to take your hand here lest you fall off 
 the bridge into the holes on each side o' the track." 
 
 " Are the holes dangerous ? " asked Leather. 
 
 "They're dangerous enough to be worth takin' 
 care of, anyhow, for if ye was to tumble into one 
 you 'd never come out again. There, nov% let 's go 
 on, for if I don't git back soon, they '11 be wonderin' 
 if the monster hasn't run away wi' me too, as well 
 as you ! " 
 
 After advancing a short distance in total dark- 
 ness — Ben feeling his way carefully step by step — 
 they came suddenly to the hole in the front of the 
 cave to which reference has been already made. 
 The place had evidently been used before as a place 
 of refuge and temporary abode, for, near this front- 
 mouth of the cave was found a litter of pine branches 
 which had plainly been used as a bed. 
 
 "Sit ye down there, Leather," said the scout, 
 " see, or, rather, hear — for the eyes aren't of much 
 use just now — I 've set down the grub an' a flask 
 o' water beside ye. Don't strike a light unless you 
 want to have your neck stretched. Daylight won't 
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 weary, for it'll bo aj good as a play, yourself bein* 
 chief actor an* audience all at the same time ! " 
 
 Saying this the scout melted, as it were, into the 
 darkness of the cavern, and, with noiseless moc- 
 casined feet, retraced his steps to the rear entrance. 
 Left to himself the poor wanderer found both 
 time and food for reflection, for he did not dare in 
 the darkness to move from the spot where he had 
 seated himself. At first an eerie feeling of inde- 
 finable fear oppressed him, but this passed away 
 as the busy thoughts went rambling back to home 
 and the days of comparative innocence gone by. 
 Forgetting the dark surroundings and the threaten- 
 ing dangers, he was playing again on the river 
 banks, drinking liquorice-water, swimming, and 
 rescuing kittens with Charlie Brooke. Anon, he 
 was wandering on the sea-beach with his sister, 
 brown-eyed Mary, or watching the manly form of 
 his old friend and chum buffeting the waves to- 
 wards the wreck on the Sealford Eocks. Memory 
 may not be always faithful, but she is often sur- 
 prisingly prompt. In the twinkling of an eye 
 Shank Leather had crossed the Atlantic again and 
 was once more in the drinking and gambling saloons 
 -the "Hells "of New York— with his profoundly 
 admired "friend" and tempter Ralph Eitson. It 
 was a wild whirl and plunge from bad to worse 
 through which Memory led him now— scenes at 
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 not the meaning of mercy. She tore open his eyes 
 and, becoming unusually strict at this point, bade 
 him look particularly at all the minute details of 
 his reckless life—especially at the wrecks of other 
 lives that had been caused by the wreck of his 
 own. Then the deepest deep of all seemed to be 
 reached when he rose — or rather fell — from the 
 condition of tempted to that of tempter, and, some- 
 how, managed for a time to lead even the far 
 stronger-minded Ralph Ritson on the road to ruin. 
 But, he did not lead him long. The stronger 
 nature soon re-asserted itself ; seized the reins ; led 
 the yielding Leather to the cities of the far west ; 
 from gambling took to robbing, till at last the gay 
 and handsome Ritson became transformed into 
 the notorious Buck Tom, and left his weaker chum 
 to care for himself. 
 
 It was at this point — so Memory recalled to him 
 — that he, Leather, was stopped, in mid and mad, 
 career, by a man of God with the love of Jesus 
 in his heart and on his lips. And at this point 
 Memory seemed to change her action and proved 
 herself, although unmerciful, pre-eminently faithful. 
 She reminded him of the deep contrition that God 
 wrought in his heart; of the horror that over 
 whelmed him when he thought of what he was, and 
 what he had done; of the sudden resolve he had 
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 came the memory of faihiro ; of dosporato onxioties ; 
 of futile entreaties; of unaccountably resolute per- 
 severanco; of joining thn outlaw band to bo near 
 his friend ; of being laughnd to scorn by them all ; 
 of being chased by U.S. troops at the very com- 
 inencemont of his enterprise; of being severely 
 wounded, rescued, and carried off during the flight 
 by Buck Tom, and then— a long blank, mingled 
 with awful dreams and scenes, and ribald songs, 
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 So terribly vivid were these pictures of memory, 
 that one of the shouts of dreamland absolutely 
 awoke him to the fact that ho had extended his 
 wearied limbs on his couch of pine brush and fal^ m 
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 was broad daylight, and that a real sliout had min- 
 gled with that of dreamland, for after he had sat up 
 and listened intently for a few moments, the shout 
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 Creeping quickly to the mouth of the cave 
 Leather peeped cautiously out, and the scene that 
 met his startled gaze was not calculated to restore 
 that; equanimity which his recent dreams had dis- 
 turbed. 
 
 The narrow and rugged valley which lay spread 
 out below him was alive with' horsemen, trotting 
 hither and thither as if searching for some one, 
 and several parties on foot were scaling gorges 
 and slopes, up which a horseman could not 
 scramble. 
 
 The shout which had awakened the fugitive was 
 uttered by a dismounted trooper who had climbed 
 higher on the face of the cliff than his fellows, and 
 wished to attract the attention of those below. 
 
 " Hi ! hallo ! " he cried, " send Hunky Ben up 
 here. "I've found a track that seems to lead to 
 somewhere, but it'll need the scout's nose to ferret 
 it out." 
 
 Leather's heart beat wildly, for, from the position 
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 covered the track leading up to the cave. Before he 
 could think how he should act, a response came to 
 the call from Hunky Ben. 
 
 " Ay, ay," he shouted, in a voice so bold and re- 
 sonant, that Leather felt it was meant to warn him 
 of his danger, "Ay, ay. Hold on ! Don't be in a' 
 hurry. The tracks branch out further on, an' some 
 o' them are dangerous. Wait till I come up. 
 There's a cave up there, I '11 lead ye to it." 
 
 This was more than enough for Leather. He 
 turned hastily to survey his place of refuge. It 
 was a huge dismal cavern with branjhing tunnels 
 around that disappeared in thick obscurity, and 
 heights above that lost themselves in gloom; 
 holes in the sides and floor that were of invisible 
 depth, and curious irregular ledges, that formed a 
 sort of arabesque fringe to the general confusion. 
 
 One of these ornamental ledges, stretching along 
 the roof with many others, lost itself in the gloom 
 and seemed to be a hopeful living-place— all the 
 more hopeful that it was in the full blaze of light 
 that gushed in through the front opening of the 
 cave. This opening, it will be remembered, was on 
 the face of the cliff and inaccessible. But Leather 
 found that he could not reach the ledge. Hastening 
 to the dark side of the cave, however, he saw that 
 by means of some projections and crevices in the 
 rocky wall he could reach the end of the ledge. 
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 the opening, surrounded by strong light, but effec- 
 tually concealed from view by the ledge. It was as 
 if he were on a natural rafter, peeping down on the 
 floor below! As there was a multitude of such 
 ledges around, which it would take several men 
 many hours to examine, he began to breathe more 
 freely, for, would the searchers not naturally think 
 that a fugitive would fly to the darkest recesses of 
 his place of -refuge, rather than to the brightest 
 and most accessible spot ? 
 
 He gave vent to a sigh of relief, and was congra- 
 tulating himself upon his wisdom, when his eyes 
 chanced to fall on the flask of water and cold roast 
 fowl and loaf lying conspicuous in the full glare of 
 light that flooded the front part of the cave ! 
 
 If the fowl had been thrust whole into his 
 throat it could scarcely have added to the gush of 
 alarm that choked him. He slipped incontinently 
 from his arabesque ledge and dropped upon the 
 floor. Securing the tell-tale viands with eager haste 
 he dashed back into the obscurity and clambered 
 with them back to his perch. And not much too 
 soon, for he had barely settled down when the voice 
 of the scout was heard talking pretty loudly. 
 
 "Come along, Captain Wilmot," he said, "give 
 me your hand, sir. It 's not safe to walk alone here, 
 even wi* a light." 
 
 " Here, where are you ? Oh! All right. Haven't 
 you got a match ? " asked the captain. 
 
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 "Nothin' that would burn more'n a few seconds. 
 We're better without a light, for a gust o* wind 
 might blow it out an* leave us worse than we was. 
 Mind this step. There." 
 
 " Well, I 'm glad I didn't bring any of my men in 
 here," said the Captain, as he kicked one of his 
 heavy boots violently against a projection of rock. 
 
 "Ay— 'tis as well you didn't," returned the scout, 
 in a tone suggestive of the idea that he was smiling. 
 "For there's holes on both sides, an' if one o' your 
 men went down, ye might read the funeral sarvice 
 over him at once, an' be done with it. There's a 
 glimmer o' daylight at last. Te 'U soon be at the 
 other end now." 
 
 "A horrible place, truly," said the Captain, "and 
 one that it would be hard to find a fellow in even if 
 we knew he was here." 
 
 "Didn't I say so, Captain? but ye wouldn't be 
 convinced," said Hunky Ben, leading his companion 
 into the full light of the opening and coming to a 
 halt close to the ledge above which the fugitive 
 lay. "Besides, Leather could never have found his 
 way here alone." 
 
 "You forget," returned Wilmot, with a peculiar 
 smile, « the monster might have shown him the way 
 or even have carried him hither." 
 
 "Ah, true," answered the scout, with solemn 
 gravity. " There 's somethin' in that." 
 
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 " What a splendid view," he said, going forward 
 to the opening— "and see, here is a bed of pine 
 brush. No doubt the cave must have been used as 
 a place of refuge by the Redskins in days gone by." 
 "Ay, an* by the pale-faces too," said the scout. 
 "Why, I 've had occasion to use it myself more than 
 once. And, as you truly obsarve, sir, there 's small 
 chance of findin' a man once he 's iu here. As well 
 run after a rabbit in his hole." 
 
 " Or search for a needle in a haystack," observed 
 the Captain, as he gazed with curious interest 
 around and above him. "Well, Ben, I give in. 
 You were right when you said there was lo proba- 
 bility of my finding any of the outlaws here." 
 
 "I'm ginerally right when I speak about what I 
 understand," returned the scout calmly. "So now, 
 Captain, if you 're satisfied, we may as well go an' 
 have a look at the other places I spoke of." 
 
 Assenting to this the two men left the place, but 
 Leather continued to lie perfectly still for a 
 considerable time after their footsteps had died 
 away. Then, gliding from his perch, he dropped on 
 the floor and ran to the opening where he saw the 
 troopers still riding about, but gradually going 
 farther and farther away from him. The scene was 
 not perhaps, as the scout had prophesied, quite " as 
 good as a play," but it certainly did become more 
 and more entertaining as the searchers receded and 
 distance lent enchantment to the view. 
 
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 WlionatlMt the troops had disappeared, Shank 
 bo hought him of the food which llZky Den had 
 eo thoughtfully provided, and, sitting down on the 
 brush couch, devoted himself to breakfast with a 
 hearty appetite and a thanhful spirit 
 
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 that Buck Tom was too ill to be moved, retired to a 
 cool g^ade m the forest and held a council of war 
 with the scout and Charlie Brooke. 
 
 "Now, Ben," he said, dismounting and seating 
 himself on a mossy bank, while a trooper took 
 charge of the horses and retired with them to a 
 neighbouring knoll, "it is quite certain that in the 
 present unsettled state of the district I must not 
 remain here idle. It is equally certain that it would 
 be sudden death to Buck Tom to move him in his 
 present condition, therefore some men must be left 
 behind to take care of him. Now, though I can ill 
 afford to spare any of mine, I feel that out of mere 
 humamty some sacrifice must be made, for we can- 
 not leave the poor fellow to starve." 
 "I can relieve you on that point," said the scout, 
 tor If you choose I am quite ready to remain." 
 And of course," interposed Charlie, "I feel it 
 my duty to remain with my old friend to the end." 
 Well, I expected yon to say something of this 
 sort. Now," said the captain, "how many men 
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 "None at till, Captain," answered Ben decisively. 
 
 •• But what if these scoundrels should return to 
 their old haunt ? " said Wilmot. 
 
 "Let them come," returned the scout "Wi' 
 Mr. Brooke, an' Dick Darvall, an' three Win- 
 chesters, an' half-a-dozen six-shooters, I 'd engage to 
 hold the cave against a score o' such varmin. If 
 Mr. Brooke an' Dick are willin' to " 
 
 " I am quite willing, Ben, and I can answer for 
 my friend Dick, so don't let that trouble you." 
 
 '* Well, then, that is settled. I '11 go off at once," 
 said the captain, rising and signing to the trooper to 
 bring up the horses. "But bear in remembrance, 
 Hunky Ben, that I hold you responsible for Buck 
 Tom. If ho recovers you must produce him." 
 
 The scout accepted the responsibility; the ar- 
 rangements were soon made ; " boots and saddles " 
 was sounded, and the troopers rode away leaving 
 Charlie Brooke, Dick Darvall, Buck Tom, and the 
 scout in possession of the outlaws' cave. . 
 
 
 
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 When tl,o soldier, woro safely away Hu„ky ficn 
 returned to the cave and brought LoaL down 
 
 Charlxe Drooke's love for his old schooI-foHow 
 and playmate seemed to become a new passi n noT 
 hat the wreck of life and limb presented by Shanl 
 had awakened within him the sensation of I 
 ound p.ty. And Shank's admiration fo Z 
 Ievot.o„ to Charlie increased tenfold now tha 
 the ternble barrier of self had been so IJ 
 ehminatcd from his own nature nn^ „ • 
 
 imt within him. ' "'' " "*"' "P'^'' 
 
 knfw ai" ';°"r'r' *•'' '•y ""' ^'"'h came to 
 know and understand the other under the influence 
 
 of new hghts and feelings. But their thoughts Z 
 themselves, and their joy at meeting in such p c„Uar 
 arcumstanees. had to be repressed to sorexL" 
 the presence of their common friend HalphEiteo' 
 -to Buck Tom-for Charlie knew him o^lt ~ 
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 The scout, (luring tho first interval of leisure on 
 tho previous day, had extracted tho ball without 
 much dittlculty from Buck's chest, through which 
 it had passed, and was found lying close under tho 
 skin at his back. Tho relief thus aftbrded and 
 rest obtained under the intluenco of some medicine 
 administered by Captain Wilmot had brightened the 
 poor follow up to some extent; and Leather, seeing 
 him look so nmch better on his return, began to 
 entertain some hopes of his recovery. 
 
 Buck himself had no such hope ; but, being a man 
 of strong will, he refused to let it bo seen in his 
 demeanour that he thought his case to bo hopeless. 
 Yet he did not act from bravado, or the slightest 
 tincture of that spirit which resolves to " die game." 
 The approach of death had indeed torn away the 
 veil and permitted him to see himself in his true 
 colours, but he did not at that time see Jesus to 
 be the Saviour of even "tho chief of sinners." 
 Therefore his hopelessness took tho form of silent 
 submission to the inevitable. 
 
 Of course Charlie Brooke spoke to him more than 
 once of the love of God in Christ, and of the dying 
 thief who had looked to Jesus on the cross and 
 was saved, but Buck only shook his head. One 
 afternoon in particular Charlie tried hard to remove 
 the poor man's perplexities. 
 
 " It 's all very well, Brooke," said Buck Tom, " and 
 very kind of you to interest yourself in me, but 
 
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 tho love of Ood and tho flalvation of Christ art 
 not for mo. You don't know what a ainnor I 
 have boon, a rebel all my life— a// my life, mark 
 you. I would count it mean to come winning for 
 pardon now that tho gnmo is up. I denene hell— or 
 whatever sort o' puuiahmeut is due— an' 1 'm willinc 
 to take it" 
 
 "Kalph Kitson," said Rrooko impressively, "you 
 are a far greater sinner than you tliirik or admit." 
 
 "Perhaps I am," returned the outlaw sadly, and 
 with a slight expression of .surprise. '• Perhaps i 
 am." ho repeated. " Indeed I admit that you are 
 right, but—but your saying so is a somewhat strange 
 way to comfort a dying man. Is it not ?" 
 
 '• I am 7wt trying to comfort you. I am trying, 
 by God's grace, to convince you. You tell me that 
 you have been a rebel all your days ? " 
 "Yes; I admit it." 
 
 " There are still, it may be, a few days yet to run, 
 and you are determined, it seems, to spend these 
 in rebellion too — up to the very end ! " 
 
 " Nay, I do not say that. Have I not said that I 
 siihnit to whatever punishment is due ? Surely that 
 is not rebellion. I can do nothing now to make 
 up for a misspent life, so I am willing to accept 
 the consequences. Is not that submission to God— 
 at least as far as lies in my power ? " 
 
 " No ; it is not submission. Bear with me when I 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : ^ TALE 
 
 God says to you, ' You havc destroyed yourself but 
 in me is your help,* He says, ' Though your sins bo 
 as scarlet they shall be \vhite as snow.' He says, 
 ' Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and yc a shall bo 
 saved,' and assures you that 'whoever will' may 
 come to Him, and that no one who cones shall 
 be cast out — yet in the face of all that you tell 
 me that the love of God and the salvation of Ckrist 
 are not for you ! Ealph, my friend, you think that if 
 you had a chance of living your life over again you 
 would do better and so deserve salvation. That 
 is exactly what God tells us we cannot do, and then 
 He tells us that Himself, in Jesus Christ, has pro- 
 vided salvation from sin for us, offers it as a free 
 unmerited gift; and immediately we dive to the 
 deepest depth of sin by deliberately refusing this 
 deliverance from sir unless we can somehow manage 
 to deserve it." 
 
 " I cannot see it," said the wounded man thought- 
 fully. 
 
 "Only God Himself, by His Holy Spirit, can 
 enable you to see it," said his companion ; and then, 
 in a low earnest voice, with eyes closed and his 
 hand on his friend's arm, he prayed that the outlaw 
 might be " born again." 
 
 Charlie Brooke was not one of those who make 
 long prayers, either " for a pretence " or otherwise. 
 Buck Tom smiled slightly when hi& friend stopped 
 at the end of this one sentence. 
 
 
irself but 
 iir sius bo 
 He says, 
 . shall bo 
 iriir may 
 ■nes shall 
 
 you tell 
 of Ckrist 
 ak that if 
 igaiii you 
 )ii. That 
 and then 
 
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 thought- 
 
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 le outlaw 
 
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 I stopped 
 
 
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 "Year prr.yer is not long-winded, anyhow?" he 
 said. 
 
 " True, Ralph, but it is comprehensive. It requires 
 a good deal of expounding and explaining to make 
 man imderstand what we say or think. The Al- 
 mighty needs none of that. Indeed He does not 
 need even the asking but He lids us ask, and that is 
 enough for me. I have seen enough of life to under- 
 stand the value of unquestioning obedience whether 
 one comprehends the reason of an order or not." 
 
 "Ay," returned Buck quickly, "when he who 
 gives the order has a right to command." 
 
 " That is so much a matter of course," rejoined 
 Charlie, " that I would not think of referring to it 
 while conversing with an intelligent man. By the 
 way— which name would you Hke to be called bv 
 Ralph or Buck ? " ' 
 
 "It matters little to me," returned the outlaw 
 languidly, "and it won't matter to anybody long 
 I should prefer 'Ralph,' for it is not associated with 
 so much evil as the other, but you know our circum- 
 stances are peculiar just now, so, aU things considered, 
 I had better remain Buck Tom to the end of the 
 chapter. I'll answer to whichever name comes 
 first when the roll is called in the next world." 
 
 The conversation was interrupted at this point by 
 the entrance of Hunky Ben bearing a deer on his 
 lusty shoulders. He was followed by Dick Darvall. 
 
 "There," said the former, throwing the carcass on 
 
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280 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 ft 
 
 the floor, " I told ye I wouldn't be long o* briugin' 
 in somethin' for the pot." 
 
 "Ay, an' the way he shot it too," said the 
 seaman, laying aside his rifle, "would have made 
 even a monkey stare with astonishment. Has 
 Leather come back, by the way? I see'd him 
 goin' full sail through the woods when I went out 
 this mornin'." 
 
 " He has not yet returned," said Charlie. " When 
 I relieved him and sat down to watch by our friend 
 here, he said he felt so much better and stronger 
 that he would take his gun and see if he couldn't 
 find something for the pot. I advised him not to 
 
 trust his feelings too much, and not to go far, but 
 
 ah, here he comes to answer for himself." 
 
 As he spoke a step was heard outside, and next 
 moment Shank entered, carrying a brace of rabbits 
 which he flung down, and then threw himself on a 
 couch in a state of considerable exhaustion. 
 
 "There," said he, wiping the perspiration from 
 his forehead. " They 've cost me more trouble than 
 they're worth, for I'm quite done up. I had no 
 idea I had become so weak in the legs. Ealph, my 
 dear fellow," he added, forgetting himself for the 
 moment as he rose and went to his friend's side, 
 " I have more sympathy with you, now that I have 
 found out the extent of my own weakness. Do you 
 feel better?" 
 
 " Yes, old boy— much — much better." 
 
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 said the 
 lave made 
 )nt. Has 
 see'd him 
 
 went out 
 
 " When 
 our friend 
 1 stronger 
 e couldn't 
 im not to 
 far, but — 
 
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 of rabbits 
 aself on a 
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 uble than 
 I had no 
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 " That 's all right. I 'm convinced that-hallo ! 
 why, who shot the deer ? " 
 
 " Hunky Ben has beat you," said Charlie. 
 
 "Beat Leather!" exclaimed Darvall, "why he 
 beats all creation. I never see'd anytliing like it 
 since I went to sea." 
 
 "Since you came ashore, you should say. But 
 come, Dick," said Charhe, "let's hear about this 
 wonderful shooting. I'm sure it will amuse Buck 
 —unless he 's too wearied to listen." 
 
 " Let him talk," said the invalid.* " I like to hear 
 hmi." 
 
 Thus exhorted and encouraged the seaman re- 
 counted his day's exijerience. 
 
 " Well, you must know, messmates," said he, " that 
 I set sail alone this mornin', havin' in my pocket 
 the small compass I always carry about me-also 
 my bearin's before startin', so as I shouldn't go lost 
 m the woods— though that wouldn't be likely in 
 such an narrow inlet as this Traitor's Trap, to say 
 nothin' o' the landmarks alow and aloft of all sorts. 
 I carried a Winchester with me, because, not bein' 
 what you may call a crack shot, I thought it would 
 give me a better chance to have a lot o' resarve shots 
 in the locker, d' ye see ? I carried also a six-shooter, 
 as It might come handy, you know, if I fell in wi' a 
 Redskin or a bear, an' got to close quarters. Also 
 my cutlass, for I 've bin used to that aboard ship 
 when I was in the navy. 
 
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 " Well, away I went—makin' sail down the valley 
 to begin with, Pn' then a long tack into the moun- 
 tains right in the wind's eye, that bein' the way to 
 get on the blind side o' game. I hadn't gone far 
 when up starts a bird o' some sort " 
 
 " What like was it ? " asked the scout. 
 
 "No more notion than the man in the moon," 
 returned the sailor. "What wi' the flutter an' 
 scurry an' leaves, branches an' feathers— an' the 
 start — I see'd nothin' clear, an' I was so anxious to 
 git somethin' for the pot, that six shots went arter 
 it out o' the Winchester, before I was quite sure I 'd 
 begun to fire— for you must know I've lamed to 
 fire uncommon fast since I come to these parts. 
 Hows'ever, I hit nothin' " 
 
 "Not quite so bad as that, Dick," interrupted the 
 scout gravely. 
 
 "Well, that's true, but you better tell that part 
 of it yourself, Hunky, as you know more about it 
 than me." 
 
 " It wasn't of much consequence," said the scout, 
 betraying the slightest possible twinkle in his grey 
 eyes, " but Dick has a knack o' lettin' drive without 
 much regard to what 's in front of him. I happened 
 to be more in front of him than that bird when he 
 began to fire, an' the first shot hit my right leggin', 
 but by good luck only grazed the bark. Of course 
 I dropped behind a rock when the storm began and 
 
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OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 283 
 
 ..11^' "If •!" '"'"°°'" ««d Dick, resuming the 
 narrative, "an- that haUoo waa more like the yeU of 
 a bull of Baahan than the c^^ of a mortal m^. I 
 made my heait jump into my throat an' stick there, 
 
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 triDe at one shot " 
 
 "Six shots, Dick. Tell the exact truth an' don't 
 contradie' yourself," said Hunky. 
 
 " No, it wasn't," retorted the seaman stoutly « It 
 was arter the Jlnt shot that you gave the yell 
 Hows ever. 1 allow that the echoes kep' it goin' tili 
 
 haTthi ?,r f-""' ' "^ '^ y-' ~t- 
 
 that the halloom' an' flutterin' an' scurryin' an' 
 echom' an' thought of Eedskins jn my brain all 
 m«ed up wi- the blatterin' shote, cauled such a 
 rampus that I experienced considerable relief when 
 the smoke cleared away an' I see'd Hunky Ben in 
 front o' me laughin' iit to bu'st his sides." 
 
 "WeU, to make a long yam short, I joined 
 Hunky and aUowed him to lead, seein' that he un- 
 derstands the navigation hereaway better than me." 
 Come along.' says he. 'an' I'll let you have a 
 chance at a deer.' 
 
 •'■All right.' says I, an' away we went up one 
 hdl an down another-for aU the world as if we' 
 was walkm' over a heavy Atlantic swell-till we 
 come to a sort o' pasi among the rocks. 
 
 " 'I ;m goin' to leave you here to watch.' «»v, h« 
 • an' 1 'U go round by the futt o' the gully an''drive 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 the deer up. They'll pass quite close, so you've 
 
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 ily to- 
 
 "Hunky stopped short as he was speakin' and 
 flopped down as if he 'd bin shot— haulin' me along 
 
 wi* him. 
 
 "'Keep quiet,' says he, in a low voice. 'We're 
 in luck, an' don't need to drive. There's a deer 
 comin' up at this very minute— a young one. You '11 
 take it. I won't fire unless you miss.' 
 
 " You may be sure I kep' quiet, messmates, arter 
 that. I took just one peep, an' there, sure enough, 
 I saw a brown beast comin' up the pass. So we 
 kep' close as mice. There was a lot o' small bushes 
 not ten yards in front of us, which ended in a cut 
 
 a sort o' crack — in the hill-side, a hundred yards 
 
 or more from the place where we was crouchin'. 
 
 " ' Now,' whispers Hunky to " 
 
 " I never whisper ! " remarked the scout. 
 « Well, well ; he said, in a low v'ice to me, says 
 he, ' d' ye see that openin' in the bushes V * I do,' 
 says I. ' Well then,' says he, ' it 's about ten yards 
 ofif ; be ready to commence firin' when it comes to 
 that openin'.' ' I will,' says I. An', sure enough, 
 when the brown critter came for'id at a walk an' 
 stopped sudden wi' a look o* surprise as if it hadn't 
 expected to see me, bang went my Winchester four 
 times, like winkin', an' up went the deer four times 
 in the air, but niver a bit the worse was he. Snap 
 I went a fifth time ; but there was no shot, an' I 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 285 
 
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 You '11 
 
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 bushes 
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 I. Snap 
 )t, an* I 
 
 gave a yell, for I know the cartridges was done. By 
 that time the critter had reached the crack in the 
 hill I told ye of, an' up in the air he went to clear 
 it, like an Indy-rubber ball. I felt a*most like to 
 fling my rifle at it in my rage, when bang ! went a 
 shot at my ear that all but deaf ned me, an' I wish 
 I may niver fire another shot or furl another 
 t*gallant-s'l if that deer didn't crumple up in the 
 air an* drop down stone dead— as dead as it now 
 lays there on the floor.'* 
 
 By the time Dick Darvall had ended his narrative 
 —which was much more extensive than our report 
 of it — steaks of the deer were sputtering in a fry- 
 ing-pan, and other preparations were being made 
 for a hearty meal, to which all the healthy men 
 did ample justice. Shank Leather did what he 
 could, and even Buck Tom made a feeble attempt 
 to join. 
 
 That night a strict watch was kept outside the 
 cave— each taking it by turns, for it was just 
 possible, though not probable, that the outlaws 
 might return to their old haunt. No one appeared, 
 however, and for the succeeding eight weeks the 
 party remained there undisturbed. Shank Leather 
 slowly but surely regaining strength; his friend. 
 Buck Tom, as slowly and surely losing it; while 
 Charlie, Dick, and Hunky Ben ranged the neighbour- 
 ing forest in order to procure food. Leather usually 
 remained in the cave to cook for and nurse his 
 
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 friend. It was pleasant work to Shank, for lovo 
 and pity wore at the foundation of the service. 
 Buck Tom perceived this and fully appreciated it 
 Perchance ho obtained some valuable light on 
 spiritual subjects from Shank's changed tone and 
 manner, which the logic of his friend Brooke had 
 failed to convey. Who can toll ? 
 
OF THE SKA AND THE ROCKIKS. 
 
 287 
 
 CHAPTEE XXV. 
 
 SHOWS HOW THB SIAMAN WAS SENT ON A DELICATE MISSION 
 AMD HOW HE FAItED. 
 
 " Shank," said CharHe ono day as they >, ero sit- 
 ting in the sunshine near the outlaws' cave, 
 waiting for Dick and the scout to return to their 
 mid-day meal, "it seems to me that we may bo 
 detained a good while here, for we cannot leave 
 Ealph, and it is evident that the poor fellow won't 
 
 be able to travel for many a day " 
 
 " If ever," interposed Shank sorrowfully. 
 "Well, then, I think we must send down to 
 Bull's Ranch, to see if there are any letters for us. 
 I feel sure that there must be some, and the 
 question arises— who are we to send ? " 
 
 " You must not go, Charlie, whoever goes. You 
 are the only link in this mighty . wilderness, that 
 connects Ealph and me with home— and hope. 
 Weak and helpless as \ye are, we cannot afiford to 
 let you out of our sight." 
 
 " Well, but if I don't go I can't see my way 
 to asking the scout to go, for he alone thoroughly 
 understands the ways of the country and of^'the 
 
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 Indians — if any should chanco to como tliia way. 
 Besides, considering the pledge he is under to bo 
 accountable for Buck Tom, I doubt if he would 
 consent to go." 
 
 "The question is answered, then," said Shank, 
 " for the only other man is Dick Darvall." 
 
 " True ; and it strikes me that Dick will be very 
 glad to go," returned Charlie with a smile of pecu- 
 liar meaning. 
 
 " D' ye think he 's getting tired of us, Charlie ? " 
 
 " By no means. But you know he has a roving 
 disposition, and I think he has a sort of fondness 
 for Jackson — the boss of the ranch." 
 
 It was found when the question was put to him, 
 that Dick was quite ready to set out on the mission 
 required of him. He also admitted his fondness for 
 Roaring Bull ! 
 
 "But what if you should lose your way?" 
 asked the scout. *- 
 
 " Find it again," was Dick's prompt reply. 
 
 " And what if you should be attacked by Indians?" 
 
 " Fight 'em, of course." 
 
 " But if they should be too many to fight ? " 
 
 " Why, clap on all sail an* give 'em a starn chase, 
 which is always a long one. For this purpose, how- 
 ever, I would have to command a good craft, so I 'd 
 expect you to lend me yours, Hunky Ben." 
 
 "What! my Polly?" 
 
 •'• Even so. Black Polly." 
 
OF THF SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 289 
 
 The scout received this proposal gravely and 
 shook his head at Hrst. for ho was naturally fond of 
 his beautiful nmro. and, besides, doubted the 
 sailor's horsemanship, though ho had perfect faith 
 m his courage and discretion. Finally, however, he 
 gave in ; and accordingly, one fine morning at day- 
 break, Dick Barvall, mounted on Black Polly, and 
 armed with his favourite Winchester, revolvers, and 
 cutlass, "set saU" down Traitor's Trap to visit his 
 lady-love ! 
 
 Of course ho knew that his business was to obtain 
 letters and gather news. But honest Dick DarvaU 
 could not conceal from himself that his main object 
 was— Mary Jackson 1 
 
 Somehow it has come to be supposed or assumed 
 that a jack-tar cannot ride. Possibly this may be 
 true of the class as a whole to which Jack belongs, 
 but it is not necessarily true of all, and it certainly 
 IS not true of some. Dick Darvall was an expert 
 horseman-though a sailor. He had learned to ride 
 when a boy, before going to sea, and his after- 
 habit of riding the " white horses " of the Norseman, 
 did not cause him to forget the art of managing the' 
 " buckers " of the American plains. To use his own 
 words, he felt as much at home on the hurricane 
 deck of a Spanish pony, as on the fo'c'sl of a man- 
 of-war, so that the scout's doubt of his capacity as a 
 rider was not well founded. 
 Tremendous was the bound of exultation which 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RlfiCUl : A TALt 
 
 
 
 
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 our soainau folt, thon, when hu found liiui.self 
 on the mngniticcnt black marc, witli tho fnmh 
 morning air fanning his tomples, and tho bright 
 morning sun glinting through a cut in tho 
 eafltorn range. 
 
 Soon ho reached tlio lower end of tho valley, 
 which being steep ho had descended with tightened 
 rein. On reaching tho open prairio ho gave tho 
 niaro her head and went off with a wild whoop like 
 an arrow from a bow. 
 
 Black Tolly required neither spur nor whip. 
 She possessed that charmingly sensitive spirit which 
 seems to receive an electric shock from its rider's 
 lightest chirp. She was what you may call an anxi- 
 ously willing steed, yet possessed such a tender 
 mouth that she could bo pulled up as easily as she 
 could bo made to go. A mere child could have 
 ridden her, and Dick found in a few minutes that 
 a slight check was necessary to prevent her scour- 
 ing over the plains at racing speed. He restrained 
 her, therefore, to a grand canter, with many a stride 
 and bound interspersed, when such a thing as a rut 
 or a little bush come in her way. 
 
 With arched neck, glistenin^ .^, /oluminous 
 mane, and flowing tail she flew onward, hour after 
 hour, with many a playful shake of the head, and 
 an occasional snort, as though to say " This is mere 
 thil :Vs play ; do let me put on a spurt ! " * 
 
 It muy uot bo fair to credit such a noble creature 
 
 
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 with t«lki„„, or even thinkinK, <.!«..«, but Dick 
 
 J»«rvall cl«arly ,,nder»tood her to say »omothin« ol 
 
 tha .ort. for nftnr « wl.ile he «,duc«d ,pocd to « 
 
 kind of mdio-rubbor walk nnd patted I.or nock 
 iaying— ' 
 
 "No no, las., you mustn't nso up your .troDgth 
 «t t^.0 bcgmning. WoVe got a longbh trip before 
 u», I oily, an it won't do to cinp on all soU at the 
 bogiiinui' of tlio voyage." 
 
 At Davi,l'„ store Dick stopped for a short time to 
 obtain a little rcfrcslmiont for himself and I'oUy 
 There ho found a group of cow-bojs discussing the 
 nllnirs of their neighbours, and enlarging noisily 
 on things in general under the brain-clcarin- and 
 reason-inspiring inlluonco of strong drink I To'theso 
 he recounted briefly the inci.lonts of the recent raid 
 of the troops into Traitor's Trap, and learned that 
 Jake the Flint had "drifted south into Mexico 
 where he was plyiug the trade of cattle and horse 
 stealer, with the usual accompaniments of that pro- 
 fcssion-fighting. murdering, drinking, etc." Some 
 of the deeds of this notorious outlaw, as narrated by 
 he cow-boy Crux, who happened to be there, made 
 the blood of Dick run cold-and Dick's blood was 
 not easily made to run otherwise than naturally by 
 any one-except, of course, by Mary Jackson, who 
 could at aU events make it run hot, also fast or slow 
 
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 .. ...v.^i-aiii^ tu aur own sweefc wiii I 
 
 But the seaman had no time to lose. He had 
 
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 still a long way to go, and the day was advancing. 
 Remounting Black Polly he was soon out again on 
 the prairie, sweeping over the grassy waves and 
 down *nto the ^^.ollov^s with a feeling of hilarious 
 jollity, that was born of high health, good-nature, 
 pleasant circumstances, and a free-and-easy mind. 
 
 Nothing worthy of particular notice occurred after 
 this to mar the pleasure of our sailor's "voyage" 
 over the prairie until he reached a belt of woodland, 
 through which for half a mile he had to travel. 
 Here he drew rein and began to traverse the bit of 
 forest at a quiet amble, partly to rest Polly, and 
 partly that he might more thoroughly enjoy the 
 woodland scenery through the umbrageous canopy 
 of which the sun was sending his slanting rays and 
 covering the sward with a confused chequer- work of 
 green and gold. 
 
 And here Dick Darvall became communicative ; 
 entered into conversation, so to speak, with himself. 
 After a few minutes, however, this did not prove a 
 sufficient outlet to his exuberant spirits. 
 
 "Come, Dick," he exclaimed, "give us a song. 
 Your voice ain't, perhaps, much to speak of as to 
 quality, but there 's no end of quantity. Strike up, 
 now ; what shall it be ? " 
 
 Without replying to the question he struck up 
 " Eule Britannia " in tones that did not justify his 
 disparaging remark as to quality. He reached the 
 other end of the wood and the end of the song at 
 
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OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 293 
 
 If 
 
 the same time. "Britons," shouted he with un- 
 alterable determination — 
 "Kever, never, ne— ver, shall be— Eedskins ! " 
 This unnatural termination was not an intentional 
 variation. It was the result of a scene that sud- 
 denly burst upon his view. 
 
 Far away on the prairie two riders were seen 
 racing at what he would have styled a slant away 
 from him. They were going at a pace that suggested 
 fleeing for life. 
 
 "Eedskins— arter somethin*," murmured Dick, pull- 
 ing up, and shading his eyes from, the sun with his 
 right hand, as he gazed earnestly at the two riders. 
 
 "No— n— no. They're whites," he continued, 
 " one o' them a man ; t'other a woman. I can make 
 that out, anyhow." 
 
 As he spoke, the racing riders topped a far-off 
 knoll ; halted, and turned round as if to gaze back 
 towards the north— the direction from which they 
 had come. Then, wheeling round as if in greater 
 haste than ever, they continued their headlong gallop 
 and disappeared on the other side of the knoll. 
 
 Dick naturally turned towards the north to see, 
 if possible, what the two riders were flying from. 
 He was not kept long in doubt, for just then a band 
 of horsemen was seen topping the farthest ridge in 
 that direction, and bearing down on the belt of 
 woodland, along the edge of which they galloped 
 towards him. 
 
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 There was no mistaking who they were. The 
 war-whoop, sounding faint and shrill in the dis- 
 tance, and the wild gesticulations of the riders, told 
 the story at once to our seaman — two pale-faces, 
 pursued by a band of bloodthirsty savages ! 
 
 Unskilled though he was in backwoods warfare, 
 Dick was not unfamiliar with war's alarms, nor was 
 he wanting in common sense. To side with the 
 weaker party was a natural tendency in our sea- 
 man. That the pursuers were red, and the pursued 
 white, strengthened the tendency, and the fact that 
 one of the latter was a woman settled the question. 
 Instantly Dick shook the reins, drove his unarmed 
 heels against the sides of Polly, and away they went 
 after the fugitives like a black thunderbolt, if there 
 be such artillery in nature ! 
 
 A wild yell told him that he was seen. 
 
 "Howl away, ye land lubbers!" growled Dick. 
 " You *11 have to fill your sails wi' a stiffer breeze 
 than howlin' before ye overhaul this here craft." 
 
 Just then he reached the crest of a prairie billow, 
 whence he could see the fugitives still far ahead of 
 him. Suddenly a suspicion entered the seaman's 
 mind, which made his heart almost choke him. 
 What if this should be Mary Jackson and her 
 father ? Their relative size countenanced the idea, 
 for the woman seemed small and the man unusually 
 large. 
 
 In desperate haste Dick now urged on his gallant 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 296 
 
 steed to her best pace, and well did she justify the 
 praises that had been often bestowed oh her by 
 Hunky Ben. In a very brief space of time she 
 was close behind the fugitives, and Dick was now 
 convinced that his suspicions as to who they were 
 was right. He rode after them with divided feel- 
 ings—tremblingly anxious lest Mary should fall 
 into the hands of their ruthless foes^xultantly 
 glad that he had come there in time to fight, or die 
 if need be, in her defence. 
 
 Suddenly the male fugitive, who had only glanced 
 over his shoulder from time to time, pulled up, 
 wheeled round, and quickly raised his rifle. 
 
 " Hallo ! get on, man ; don't stop !" Dick yelled, 
 in a voice worthy of Bull himself. Taking off his 
 hat he waved it violently above his head. As he 
 spoke he saw the woman's arm flash upwards; a 
 puff of smoke followed, and a bullet whistled close 
 over his head. 
 
 Next moment the fugitives had turned and re- 
 sumed their headlong flight. A few more minutes 
 sufficed to bring Dick and the black mare alongside, 
 for the latter was still vigorous in wind and limb, 
 while the poor jaded animals which Mary and her 
 father rode were almost worn out by a prolonged 
 flight. 
 
 " Dick Darvall," exclaimed Jackson, as the former 
 rode up, " I never was gladder to see any man than 
 I am to see you this hour, though but for my Mary 
 
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 I 'd surely have sent you to kingdom come. Her 
 ears are better than mine, you see. She recognised 
 the voice an' knocked up my rifle just as I pulled 
 the trigger. But I 'm afeared it 's too late, lad." 
 
 Th6 way in which the man said this, and the look 
 of his pale haggard face, sent a thrill to the heart 
 of Dick. 
 
 " What d'ye mean ? " he said, looking anxiously 
 at Mary, who with a set rigid expression on her pale 
 face was looking straight before her, and urging her 
 tired pony with switch and rein. 
 
 "I mean, lad, that we've but a poor chance to 
 reach the ranch wi' such knocked-up brutes as 
 these. Of course we can turn at bay an' kill as 
 many o' the red-devils as possible before it 's all 
 over wi' us, but what good would that do to Mary ? 
 If we could only check the varmins, there might be 
 some hope, but " 
 
 "Jackson ! " exclaimed the seaman, in a firm tone, 
 " I '11 do my best to check them. God bless you, 
 Mary—good-bye. Heave ahead, now, full swing ! " 
 
 As he spoke, Dick pulled up, while the others con- 
 tinued their headlong flight straight for the ranch, 
 which was by that time only a few miles distant. 
 
 Wheeling round, Dick cantered back to the knoll 
 over which they had just passed and halted on the 
 top of it. From this position he could see the band, 
 of about fifty Indians, careering towards him and 
 yelling with satisfaction, for they could also see 
 
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OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 297 
 
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 him— a solitary horseman— clear cut against the 
 bright sky. 
 
 Dick got ready his repeating rifle. We have 
 already mentioned the fact that he had learned to 
 load and fire this formidable weapon with great 
 rapidity, though he had signally failed in his attempts 
 to aim with it. Being well aware of his weakness, 
 he made up his mind in his present desperate ex- 
 tremity not to aim at all ! He had always felt that 
 the difficulty of getting the back and front sights 
 of the rifle to correspond with the object aimed at 
 was a slow, and, in his case, an impossible process. 
 He therefore resolved to simply point his weapon 
 and fire I 
 
 "Surely," he muttered to himself, even in that 
 trying moment, " surely I can't altogether miss a 
 whole bunch o' fifty men an' horses ! " 
 
 He waited until he thought the savages were 
 within long range, and then, elevating his piece a 
 little, fired. 
 
 The result justified his hopes. A horse fell dead 
 upon the plain, and its owner, although evidently 
 unwounded, was for the time hors de coinhat. 
 ^ True to his plan, Dick kept up such a quick con- 
 tinuous fire, and made so much noise and smoke, 
 that it seemed as if a whole company of riflemen were 
 at work instead of one man, and several horses on 
 the plain testified to the success of the pointing as 
 compared with the aiming principle ! 
 
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 ClIAnLiK TO THE RESCUE : A TALB 
 
 Of course the firo was partly returucil, and for a 
 time the atout seaman was under a pretty heavy 
 rain of bullets, but as the savages fired while gallop- 
 ing their aim was necessarily bad. 
 
 This fusillade had naturally the effect of checking 
 the advance of the Indians — especially when they 
 drew near to the reckless man, who, when the snap 
 of his rifle told that his last cartridge was off, 
 wheeled about and fled as fast as Black Polly could 
 lay hoofs to the plain. 
 
 And now he found the value of the trustworthy 
 qualities of his steed, for, instead of guiding her out 
 of the way of obstacles, he gave her her head, held 
 tight with his legs, and merely kept an eye on the 
 ground in front to be ready for any swerve, bound, 
 or leap, that might be impending. Thus his hands 
 were set free to re-charge the magazine of his rifle, 
 which he did with deliberate rapidity. 
 
 The truth is, that recldessness has a distinct 
 tendency to produce coolness. And there is no one 
 who can afford to be so deliberate, and of whom 
 other men are so much afraid, as the man who has 
 obviously made up his mind to die fighting. 
 
 While Dick was loading-up. Black Polly was 
 encouraged by voice and heel to do her best, and 
 her best was something to see and remember! 
 When the charging was finished, Dick drew rein 
 and trotted to the next knoll he encountered, from 
 which point he observed with some satisfaction 
 
Olf THE SEA AKD tHE ROCKIES. 
 
 299 
 
 that the fugitives were still pressing on, and that 
 the distance between them and their foe had slightly 
 increased. 
 
 But the seaman had not much time to look or 
 think, for the band of Redskins was drawing near. 
 When they came within range he again opened 
 fire. But this time the savages divided, evidently 
 with the intention of getting on both sides of him, 
 and so distracting his attention. He perceived 
 their object at once, and reserved his fire until they 
 turned and with frantic yells made a simultaneous 
 dash on him right and left. Again he waited till 
 his enemies were close enough, and then opened 
 fire right and left alternately, while the Indians 
 found that they had outwitted themselves and 
 scarcely dared to fire lest the opposite bands should 
 hit each other. 
 
 Having expended the second supply of ammuni- 
 tion, Dick wheeled round and took to flight as before. 
 Of course the mare soon carried him out of range, 
 and again he had the satisfaction of observing that 
 the fugitives had increased their distance from the 
 foe. 
 
 "One more check o' this kind," thought Dick, 
 "and they'll be safe— I think." 
 
 While thus thinking he was diligently re-charg- 
 ing, and soon cantered to the top of a third knoll, 
 
 ranch was by that time dimly visible on the horizon, 
 
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 aud tho weary fugitives wore seen struggling to- 
 wards it. But Dick found, on halting and looking 
 back, that tho Indians had changed their tactics. 
 Instead of directing their attention to himself, as 
 on the previous occasions, they had spread out to 
 the right and left and had scattered, besides keep- 
 ing well out of range. 
 
 "What are the sinners up to now?" muttered 
 the seaman in some perplexity. 
 
 He soon perceived that they meant to go past 
 him altogether, if possible, and head towards the 
 fugitives in separate groups. 
 
 "Ay, but it's not possible!" exclaimed Dick, 
 answering his own thoughts as he turned swiftly, 
 and stretched out after his friends. Seeing this, the 
 savages tried to close in on him from both sides, but 
 their already winded ponies had no chance against 
 the grand Mexican mare, which having been con- 
 siderately handled during the day's journey was 
 comparatively fresh and in full vigour. 
 
 Shooting ahead he now resolved to join his friends, 
 and a feeling of triumph began to rise within his 
 breast as he saw them pushing steadily onward. 
 The ranch, however, was still at a considerable 
 distance, while the Indians were rapidly gaining 
 ground. 
 
 At that moment, to Dick's horror, the pony which 
 
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 being a splendid horsewoman, was singularly agile 
 and quick in perception. For some time she had 
 anticipated the catastrophe, and, at the first indi- 
 cation of a stumble, leaped from the saddle and actu- 
 ally alighted on her feet so- yards ahead. Of 
 course she fell with some violence, but the leap 
 broke her fall, and probably saved her neck. She 
 sprang up instantly, and grasping the reins, tried to 
 raise her pony. It was too late. The faithful 
 creature was dead. 
 
 Jackson, pulling up, wheeled round and was back 
 at her side instantly. Almost at the same moment 
 Dick Darvall came up, threw the mare almost on 
 her haunches, leaped from the saddle, and ran to 
 Mary. As he did so, the crash of a pistol shot at 
 his ear almost deafened him, and a glance showed 
 him that Jackson had shot his horse, which fell 
 dead close to his daughter's pony. 
 
 " Kill your horse, Dick," he growled sharply, as 
 he exerted his great strength to the utmost, and 
 dragged the haunches of his own steed close to the 
 head of the other. " It 's our only chance." 
 
 Dick drew his revolver, and aimed at the heart 
 of Black Polly, but for the soul of him he could 
 not pull the trigger. 
 
 "No — I won't!" he cried, grasping the lasso 
 which always hung at the saddle-bow. "Hobble 
 
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 There was such determination in the sailor's com- 
 
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 mand, that Jackson felt bound to obey. At the 
 same moment Dick bound the horse's hiiid-lcgs. Ho 
 fully understood what Jackson intended, and the 
 latter was as quick to perceive the seaman's drift. 
 Seizing the reins, while his friend caught hold of 
 the Insso, Dick cried, " Out o' the way, Mary I " and 
 with a migiity effort the two men threw the mare 
 on her side. 
 
 " First-rate ! " cried Jackson, while his companion 
 held down the animal's head. "It couldn't have 
 dropped better. Jump inside, Mary, an' lie down 
 flat behind your pony. Let Mary have the reins, 
 Dick. She knows how to hold its head down with- 
 out showin' herself." 
 
 Even while he was speaking, Jackson and Dick 
 leaped into the triangle of horses thus formed, and, 
 crouching low, disappeared from the sight of the 
 savages, who now came on yelling with triumph, for 
 they evidently thought themselves sure of their 
 victims by that time. 
 
 " Are ye a good shot, Dick 1 " asked Jackson, as 
 he gazed sternly at the approaching foe. 
 
 " No — abominably bad." 
 
 " Fire low then. You may catch the horses if ye 
 miss the Kedskins. Anyhow you '11 hit the ground 
 if you aim low, an' it's wonderful what execution a 
 bullet may do arter hittin' mother Earth." 
 
 "T r\a\rckf aim " rorvlip^ fT»o aailnr " Onlv n ivnafft 
 
 o' time. I just point straight an' fire away." 
 
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 "Doit, then," growled Koaring Bull, wi(^ some- 
 thing that sounded like a short laugh. 
 
 At tho saino moment ho himself took quick aim 
 at the foe and fired ; the loading horse and man im- 
 mediately rolled upon the plain. 
 
 As both men were armed with repeating rifles 
 the fusillade was rapid, and most of tho savages, who 
 seldom fight well in tho open, wore repulsed. ' Ihit 
 Boveral of them, headed apparently by their chief, 
 rodo on fearlessly until within pistol-shot. 
 
 Then the two defenders of this peculiar fortress 
 sprang up with revolvers in each hand. 
 
 " Lie close, Mary," cried Jackson as he fired, and 
 the chiefs horse rolled over, almost reaching their 
 position with the impetus of the charge. Tlio chief 
 himself lay beside his horse, for another shot had 
 ended his career. As two other horses had fallen, 
 the rest of tho band wheeled aside and gaUoped away,' 
 followed by a brisk fire from the white men, who' 
 had again crouched behind their breast-work and 
 resumed their rifles. 
 
 Bullets were by that time flying over them in 
 considerable numbers, for those Indians who had 
 not charged with their chief had, after retiring to a 
 safe distance, taken to firing at long range. At this 
 work Dick's rifle and straight pointing were of little 
 use, so he reserved his fire for close quarters, while 
 
 Jackson, who was almost; a pprfcin chr^^■ «f 
 
 ranges, kept the savages from drawing nearer. 
 
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 •• Lio closer to the pony, Miss Mary/' said Dick, as a 
 shot passed closo over the Ki«"l '^"^^ whistled between 
 him ami his comrade. "Were you hurt in the fall?" 
 
 "No, not in the least. Don't you think they'll 
 hoar the firing' at the ranch, father?" 
 
 "Ay, lass, if there 's anybody to hear it, hut I sent 
 the boys out this niornin' to hunt up a bunch o' 
 steers that have drifted south among Wilson's cattle, 
 an' I fear they've not come back yet. Sec, the 
 reptiles are goin' to try it again ! " 
 
 As he spoke, the remnant of tlio Iledskins who 
 pressed homo the fust charge, having held a palaver, 
 induced the whole band to make another attempt, 
 but they were met with the same vigour as before 
 —a continuous volloy at long range, which emptied 
 several saddles, and then, whe;> the plucky men of 
 the tribe charged close, the white men stood up, as 
 before, and plied them with revolvers so rapidly 
 that they were fain to wheel aside and retire. 
 
 "Ammunition's gcttin* low," said Dick, in an 
 anxious tone. 
 
 "Then I'll waste no more," growled Jackson, 
 " but only fire when I *m safe to hit." 
 
 As he spoke a distant cheer was heard, and, 
 looking back, they saw, with a rebound of hope, 
 that a band of five or six cow-boys were coming 
 from the ranch and galloping full swing to the 
 rescue. Behind them, a few seconds later, appeared 
 a line of men who came on at a swinging trot. 
 
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 "Troopers. I do believe 1 " exclaimed Jackson 
 
 "Thank Godl" said Mary, with a deep sigh of 
 relief as she sat up to look at them. The troopers 
 gave a cheer of encouragement as they thundered 
 past to the attack, but the Indians did not await 
 the onset. At the first sight of the troops they fled 
 and in a few minutes pursued and pursuers alike' 
 were out of sight-hidden behind the prairie waves. 
 
 I can-t tell you how thankful I am that I didn't 
 shoot the mare," said Dick, as they unfastened the feet 
 of Black Polly and let her rise. "I 'd never have been 
 able to look Hunky Ben in the face again arter it." 
 
 WeU, I 'm not sorry you spared her," said Jack- 
 son ; "as for the two that are dead, they're no great 
 OSS-yet I've a kind o' regret too, for the poor 
 things served us well." 
 
 "Faithfully-even to death," added Mary, in a 
 sorrowful tone as she stooped to pat the neck of her 
 dead pony. 
 
 "Will you mount, Miss Maiy, and ride home?" 
 asked the sailor. 
 
 "Thank you_no, I'd rather walk with father 
 We have not far to go now." 
 "Then we'll all walk together," said Jackson 
 Dick threw Black Polly's bridle over his arm 
 and they all set off at a smart walk for the ranch 
 of Eoaring Bull, while the troops and cow-boys 
 chased thft 7?Pr1.qVinaKo«%,-v,f^ fi,- .,, , . . "^ 
 
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 they had come. 
 
 
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 CHAPTER XXVI. 
 
 TREATS Of VAUIOUS INTEIIBSTINO MATTERS, AND TKLL8 OF NEWS 
 
 FROM UOMB. 
 
 Dick Dauvall now learned that, owing to tlio 
 disturbed state of the country, Captain Wilmot 
 ha4 left a small body of men to occupy Bull's 
 ranch for a time ; hence their presence at the 
 critical moment when Jackson and his daughter 
 stood so much in need of their assistance. 
 He also found that there were two letters awaiting 
 the party at Traitor's Trap— one for Charles Brooke, 
 Esq, and one for Mr. S. Leather. They bore the 
 postmarks of the old country. 
 
 "You'd better not start back wi' them for three 
 or four days, Dick," said Jackson, when they were 
 seated that evening in the hall of the ranch, en- 
 joying a cup of coffee made by the fair hands of 
 
 Mary. 
 
 Dick shook his head. " I 'm acting post-boy just 
 now," said he, " an' it would ill become me to hang 
 off an' on here waitin' for a fair wind when I can 
 beat into port with a foul one." 
 
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 assistance. 
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 the boys have reported, it's not merely a foul wind 
 but a regular gale that's blowin', an' it would 
 puzzle you to beat into port in the teeth o' that" 
 ''I thinlC remarked Mary, with an arch smile, 
 
 that Mr. Darvall had better 'lay to' until the 
 troops return to-night and report on the state of 
 the weather." 
 
 To this the gallant seaman declared that ho would 
 , ""'y *°° happy to east anchor altogether where 
 he was for the rest of his life, but that duty was 
 'lu y, and that, blow high or blow low, fair weather 
 or foul, duty had to be attended to. 
 
 "That's true, high-principled seaman!" re- 
 turned Jackson; "and what d'ye consider your 
 duty at the present time ? " 
 
 Dick° '^''"'"' ""^ ''"^'''' ° ^°^""' ^"" '•" '^^^'"'^ 
 
 "Just so, but if you go slick off when Eedskins 
 are lampagin' around, you'll be sure to get nabbed 
 
 iTtters''' '"^ ^'''' ^"' '° ^"^ '" "'""■ ^^^^^' y^' 
 
 "It's my duty to try," said Dick. "Hows'ever," 
 he added turning to Mary with a benignant smile, 
 1 11 take your advice. Miss Mary, an' wait for 
 the report o' the soldiers." 
 
 fv ^^'^ ,*' *'°°^"^ '''""'•^' *«•' ^«P"t was. that 
 tte Eedskms, after being pretty severely handled, 
 
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 night ; but it was their opinion that the band, which 
 had so nearly captured the boss of the ranch and 
 his daughter, was merely a marauding band, from 
 the south, of the same Indians who had previously 
 attacked the ranch, and that, as for the Indians of 
 the district, they believed them to be quite peace- 
 ably disposed. 
 
 "Which says a good deal for them," remarked 
 the officer in command of the troops, "when we 
 consider the provocation they receive from Buck 
 Tom, Jake the Flint, and such-like ruffians." 
 
 "The moon rises at ten to-night, Dick," said 
 Jackson, as they went together to the stables to 
 see that the horses were all right. 
 
 " That 's so," said the sailor, who noticed something 
 peculiar in the man's tone ; " what may be the reason 
 o* your reference to that bit of astronomy ? " 
 
 " Why, you see," returned the other, " post-boys in 
 these diggin's are used to travellin* night an* day. 
 An'.the troopers' report o' theweathermightbe worse. 
 You was sayin* somethin' about duty, wasn't you ? " 
 "Eight, Jackson," returned Dick, "but Black 
 Polly is not used to travellin' night an' day. If she 
 was, I'd take her back to-night, for moonlight is 
 good enough for a man that has twice taken soundin's 
 along the road, an' who 's well up in all the buoys, 
 beacons, an' landmarks, but it would be cruelty to 
 
 the good mare." 
 
 "Duty first, Dick, the mare second. You don't 
 
id, which 
 Einoh and 
 md, from 
 ireviously 
 udians of 
 te peace- 
 remarked 
 when we 
 om Buck 
 
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 Lck," said 
 stables to 
 
 something 
 the reason 
 
 Dst-boys in 
 it an* day. 
 itbe worse, 
 m'tyou?" 
 but Black 
 ay. If she 
 oonlight is 
 n soundin's 
 the buoys, 
 cruelty to 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 309 
 
 need to trouble about her. I'll lend ye one o' my 
 best horses an' take good care o' Black Polly till 
 Hunky Ben claims her." 
 
 "Thank 'ee, Jackson, but I'll not part wi' Black 
 Polly till I 've delivered her to her owner. I won't 
 accept your invite to stop here three or four days 
 but neither will I start off to-night. I 've too much 
 regard for the good mare to do that." 
 
 "Ho! ho!" thought his host, with an inward 
 chuckle, "it's not so much the mare as Mary that 
 you 've a regard for, my young sailor ! " 
 
 But in spite of his name the man was much 
 too polite to express this opinion aloud. He merely 
 said, « Well, Dick, you know that you 're welcome 
 to squat here as long or as short a time as you like 
 an' use the best o' my horses, if so disposed, or do 
 the postboy business on Black Polly. Do as ye like 
 wi' me an' mine, boy, for it's only fair to say that 
 but for your help this day my Mary an' me would 
 have bin done for." 
 
 They reached the stable as he was speaking, 
 and Jackson at once turned the conversation on the' 
 horses, thus preventing a reply from Dick-in regard 
 to which the latter was not sorry. 
 
 In the staU the form of Black Polly looked 
 grander than ever, for her head nearly touched the 
 roof as she raised it and turned a gleaming eye on 
 ^^- visitors, at the same time uttering a slic^ht 
 
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 "Why, I do believe she has transferred her 
 affections to you, Dick," said Jackson. "I never 
 heard her do that before except to Hunky Ben, 
 and she 's bin many a time in that stall." 
 
 "More likely th^' «he sxp:;cted Ben had come 
 to bid her good-nigi ' turned the sailor. 
 
 But the way in which the beautiful creature 
 received Dick's caresses induced Jackson to hold 
 to his opinion. It is more probable, however, that 
 some similarity of disposition between Dick Darvall 
 and Hunky Ben had commended itself to the mare, 
 which was, as much as many a human being, of an 
 amiable, loving disposition. She thoroughly ap- 
 preciated the tenderness and forbearance of her 
 master, and, more recently, of Dick. No doubt the 
 somewhat rough way in which she had been thrown 
 to the ground that day may have astonished her, 
 but it evidently had not soured her temper. 
 
 That night Dick did not see much of Mary, bhe 
 was far too busy attending to, and providing for, the 
 numerous guests at the ranch to be able to give 
 individual attention to any one in particular— even 
 had she been so disposed. 
 
 Buttercup of course lent able assistance to her 
 mistress in these domestic duties, and, despite her 
 own juvenility— we might perhaps say, in conse- 
 quence of it— gave Mary much valuable advice. 
 
 "Dat man's in a bad way," said she, as, with 
 her huge lips pouting earnestly, she examined the 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
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 I never 
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 creature 
 to hold 
 rer, that 
 Darvall 
 tie mare, 
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 jhed her, 
 
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 g for, the 
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 ce to her 
 spite her 
 in conse- 
 Ivice. 
 as, with 
 lined the 
 
 contents of a big pot on the fire. The black maiden's 
 lips were so pronounced and expressive that they 
 might almost be said to constitute her face ! 
 
 " What man ? " asked Mary, who, with her sleeves 
 tucked up to the elbows, was manipulating certain 
 proportions of flour, water, and butter. 
 
 " Why, Dick, ob course. He 's de only man wuth 
 speakin' about." 
 
 Mary blushed a little in spite of herself, and 
 laughed hilariously as she replied — 
 
 "Dear me. Butter, I didn't think he had made 
 such a deep impression on you." 
 
 " 'Snot on'y on me he 's made a 'mpress'n," returned 
 the maid, carelessly. " He makes de same 'mpress'n 
 on eberybody." 
 
 " How d' you know ? " asked Mary. 
 
 " 'Cause I see," answered the maid. 
 
 She turned her eyes on her mistress as she spoke, 
 and immediately a transformation scene was pre- 
 sented. The yes dwindled into slits as the cheeks 
 rose, and the serious pout became a smile so magni- 
 ficent that ivory teeth and scarlet gums set in ebony 
 alone met the gaze of the beholder. 
 
 " Buttercup," exclaimed Mary, stamping her little 
 foot firmly, " it 's boiling over ! " 
 
 She was right. Teeth and gums vanished. The 
 eyes returned, so did the pout, and the pot was 
 whipped ofi the fire in a twinkling, but not before a 
 mighty hiss was heard and the head of the black 
 
 
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 maiden was involved in a cloud of steam and 
 ashes ! 
 
 "I told you sol" cried Mary, quoting from an 
 ancient MS. 
 
 "No, you di'u't," retorted her servitor, speaking 
 from the depths of her own consciousness. 
 
 Wo refrain from following the conversation beyond 
 this point, as it became culinary and flat. 
 
 Next day Dick Darvall, refreshed — and, owing 
 to some quite inexplicable influences, enlivened — 
 mounted Black Polly and started ofl" alone for 
 Trjiitor's Trap, leaving his heart and a reputation 
 for cool pluck behind him. 
 
 Of course he was particularly watchful and cir- 
 cumspect on the way up, but saw nothing to call 
 for a further display of either pluck or coolness. 
 On arriving at the cave he found his friends there 
 much as he had left them. Buck Tom, owing to 
 the skilled attentions which he had received from 
 that amateur surgeon, Hunky Ben, and a long re- 
 freshing sleep— the result of partial relief from pain 
 — was a good deal better ; and poor Leather, cheered 
 by the hope thus raised of his friend's recovery, 
 was himself considerably improved in health and 
 spirits. 
 
 Fortunately for his own peace of mind, it never 
 seemed to occur to Shank that a return to health 
 meant, for Buck Tom^ duath on the "allows. Per- 
 haps his own illness had weakened Shank's powers 
 
tf 
 
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 from an 
 
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 beyond 
 
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 putation 
 
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 cheered 
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 Of thought. It may be, his naturally thoughtless 
 disposition helped to render him oblivious of the 
 solemn fact, and no one was cruel enough to remind 
 him of it. But Buck himself never forgot it; yet 
 ho betrayed no symptom of despondency, neither 
 did ho indicate any degree of hope. He was a man 
 of resolute purpose, and liad the power of subduing 
 —at least of absolutely concealing-his feelings. To 
 those who nursed him he seemed to be in a state of 
 gentle, colourless resignation. 
 
 Charlie Brooke and Hunky Ben, having been out 
 together, had returned well laden with game; and 
 Leather was busy at the fire preparing a savoury 
 mess of the same for his sick friend when Dick 
 arrived. 
 
 "News from the old country 1" he exclaimed, 
 holding up the letters on entering the cave. " Two 
 for Charles Brooke, Esq., and one for Mister 
 Leather ! " 
 
 " They might have been more polite to me. Hand 
 It here," said the latter, endeavouring to conceal 
 under a jest his excitement at the sight of a letter 
 from home ; for his wild life had cut him off from 
 communication for a very long time. 
 
 " One of mine is from old Jacob Crossley," said 
 Charlie, tearing the letter open with eager interest. 
 
 ^ An' mine is from sister May," exclaimed Shank. 
 
 If any one had observed Buck Tom at that 
 moment, he would have seen that the outlaw started 
 
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 and rose almost up on one elbow, while a deep flush 
 suffused his bronzed countenance. The action and 
 the flush were only nionicntary, however. Ho sank 
 down again and turned his face to the wall. 
 
 Charlie also started and looked at Shank when 
 the name of May was mentioned, and the eye of 
 Ilunky Ben was on him at the moment. But 
 Ilunky of course could not interpret the start. Ho 
 knew little of our hero's past history — nothing what- 
 ever about May. Being a western scout, no line of 
 his mahogany-looking face indicated that the start 
 aroused a thought of any kind. 
 
 While the recipients of the letters were busily 
 perusing their missives, Dick Darvall gave the scout 
 a brief outline of his expedition to the ranch, re- 
 serving the graphic narration of incidents to a more 
 fitting occasion, when all the party could listen. 
 
 " Dick, you 're a trump," said the scout. 
 
 " I 'm a lucky fellow, anyhow," returned Dick. 
 
 " In very truth ye are, lad, to escape from such a 
 big bunch o' Kedskins without a scratch ; why " 
 
 " Pooh ! " interrupted the sailor, " that 's not the 
 luck I'm thinkin' of. Havin' overhauled Roariu' 
 Bull an' his little girl in time to help rescue them, 
 that 's what I call luck— d'ee see ? " 
 
 " Yes, I see," was Hunky Ben's laconic reply. 
 
 Perhaps the scout saw more than was intended, 
 for he probably observed the glad cntnusiasm witii 
 which the bold seaman mentioned Roaring Bull's 
 
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 310 
 
 iop flush 
 tion and 
 Flo sank 
 
 ik when 
 3 eye of 
 it. But 
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 ng what- 
 line of 
 :he start 
 
 e busily 
 }hG scout 
 inch, ro- 
 
 a more 
 }ten. 
 
 Dick, 
 n such a 
 
 ^hy ■' 
 
 not tho 
 
 1 Roarin' 
 ue them, 
 
 Bply. 
 intended, 
 
 ng Tiull's 
 
 littlo girl. Wo cannot toll. His wooden counton- 
 anco betrayed no sign, and he may have seen no- 
 thing; but ho was a western scout, and accustomed 
 to take particular note of tho snuillcst signs of the 
 wilderness. 
 
 " Capital-first-rato I " exclaimed Charlie, looking 
 up from his letter when he had finished it. 
 
 "Just what I was going to say, or something of 
 tho same sort," said Leather, as ho folded his epistle. 
 
 "Then there's nothing but good newsl" said 
 Charlie. 
 
 " Nothing. I suppose it 's the same with you, to 
 judge from your looks." returned Shank. 
 
 " Exactly. Perhaps." said Charlie, " it may interest 
 you all to hear my letter. There are no secrets in 
 It, and the gentleman who writes it is a jolly old 
 fellow, Jacob Crossley by name. You know him, 
 Dick, as the owner of tho IFalrm, though you 'vo' 
 never seen him." 
 
 "All right. I remember; fire away," said Dick. 
 
 " It is dated from his office in London," continued 
 our hero, "and runs thus:— 
 
 " M^ DEAK BR00KE,~We Were all very glad to 
 hear of your safe arrival in New York, and hope 
 that long before this reaches your hand you will 
 have found poor Leather and got him to some place 
 of comfort, where he may recover the health that 
 we have bcun given to understand he has lost. 
 
 " I chanced to be down at Sealford visiting your 
 
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 mother when your letter arrived ; hence my know- 
 ledge of its coiitcuta. Mrs. Leather and l»er davi^'liter 
 May were thou as usual. By the way, what a 
 pretty girl Muy has bcconio 1 I remember her such 
 a rumpled up, dress anyliow, harum-scarum sort of 
 
 girl, that 1 find it hard to ludiove the tall, grace- 
 ful, modest creature I meet with now is the same 
 person I Captain Stride says she is the finest craft 
 he ever saw, except that wonderful * Maggie,' about 
 whose opinions and sayings ho tells us so much. 
 
 "But this is a double digression. To return: 
 yoiir letter of course gave us all great pleasure. It 
 also gave your mother and May some anxiety, where 
 it tells of the necessity of your going up to that 
 wild-west place, Traitor's Trap, where poor Leather 
 is laid up. Take care of yourself, my dear boy, for 
 
 1 *m told that the red savages are still given to those 
 roasting, scalping, and other torturing that one has 
 read of in the pages of Fenimoro Cooper. 
 
 " By the way, before I forget it, let me say, in 
 reference to the enclosed bill, it is a loan which I 
 have obtained for Leather, at very moderate interest, 
 and when more is required more can be obtained on 
 the same terms. Let him understand this, for I 
 don't wish that he should think, on the one hand, 
 that he is drawing on his mother's slender resources, 
 or, on the other hand, that he is under obligation to 
 anv one= I send the bill because I feel ouite sure 
 that you started on this expedition with too little. 
 
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OP TIIK 8EA AND TlfK ROCKFES. 
 
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 Leather 
 
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 3 say, in 
 which I 
 interest, 
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 lis, for I 
 ne hand, 
 esources, 
 gation to 
 uite sure 
 ioo little. 
 
 It is drawn in your namo, and I think you will ho 
 able to cash it at any civilised town—oven in the 
 far west ! 
 
 "Talking of Captain Stiido-wrrw I talking of 
 Inin ? Well, no matter. As ho is past work now 
 but thinks himself very far indeed from that con-' 
 dition. I have prevailed on him to accept a now and 
 peculiar post arising out of the curious evolutions 
 of the firm of Withers and Co. which satisfies tho 
 firm completely and suits tho captain to a T. Ah 
 tho work can bo done anywhere, a residence has 
 been taken for him in Sealford, mi.l-way between 
 that of your mother and Mrs. Leather, so that ho 
 and his wife and little girl can run into either port 
 when so disposed. As Mrs. L, however (to use his 
 own phraseology), is almost always to bo found at 
 anchor in th ^ Brooke harbour, ho usually kills both 
 with the same visit. I have not been to see him 
 yet in tho new abode, and do not know what the 
 celebrated Maggie thinks of it. 
 
 " When you find Leather, poor fellow, tell him 
 that his mother and sister are very well The 
 fonner is indefatigable in knitting those hundreds 
 of socks and stockings for poor people, about which 
 there has been, and still is, and I think ^ver will be 
 so much myetery. The person who bu .horn from 
 her must be very deep as well as honest, for no 
 inquiries ever throw anv fresh hahh nn f i,« .,.u:.„. 
 and he~or she, whichever it is-pays regularly as 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 the worsted work is delivered — so I 'm told ! It is 
 a little old lady who pays — but I've reason to believe 
 that she *s only a go-between — some agent of a so- 
 ciety for providing cheap clothing for the poor, I 
 fancy, which the poor stand very much in need of, 
 poor things I Your good mother helps in this work 
 — at least so I am told, but I 'm not much up in 
 in the details of it yet. I mean to run down to see 
 them in a few days and hear all about it. 
 
 "Stride, I forgot to say, is allowed to smoke a 
 pipe in your mother's parlour when he pays her a 
 visit. This is so like her amiability, for she hates 
 tobacco as much as I do. I ventured on a similarly 
 amiable experiment one day when the worthy Cap- 
 tain dined with me, but the result was so serious 
 that I have not ventured to repeat it. You remem- 
 ber my worthy housekeeper, Mrs. Bland ? Well, she 
 kicked over the traces and became quite unmanage- 
 able. I had given Stride leave to smoke after dessert, 
 because I had a sort of idea that he could not digest 
 his food without a pipe. You know my feelings 
 with regard to young fellows who try to emulate 
 chimneys, so you can understand that my allowing 
 the Captain to indulge was no relaxation of my 
 principles, but was the result of a strong objection I 
 had to spoil the dinner of a man who was somewhat 
 older than myself by cramming my principles down 
 his throat 
 
 " But the moment that Mrs. Bland entered I knew 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 319 
 
 by the glance of her eye, as well as by the sniff of 
 her nose, that a storm was brewing up— as Stride 
 puts it— and I was not wrong. The storm burst 
 upon me that evening. It 's impossible, and might 
 be tedious, to give you all the conversation that we 
 had after Stride had gone, but the upshot was that 
 she gave me warning. 
 
 " • But, my good woman,' I began 
 
 " ' It 's of no use good-womaning me, Mr. Crossley,' 
 said she, ' I couldn't exist in a 'ouse w'ere smokin' 
 is allowed. My dear father died of smokin'-at 
 least, if he didn't, smokin' must 'ave 'ad somethink 
 to do with it, for after the dear man was gone 
 a pipe an' a plug of the nasty stuff was found under 
 'is piller, so I can't stand it; an' what's more, Mr. 
 Crossley, I won't stand it ! Just think, sir, 'ow silly 
 it is to put a bit of clay in your mouth an' draw 
 smoke through it, an' then to spit it out again as if 
 you didn't like it ; as no more no one does on begin- 
 nin' it, for boys only smoke to look like men, an' 
 men only smoke because they've got up the 'abit 
 an' can't 'elp it. W'y, sir, you may git up any 'abit. 
 You may git the 'abit of walkin' on your 'ands 
 an' shakin' your legs in the hair if you was to per- 
 severe long enough, but that would only prove you a 
 fool fit for a circus or a lunatic asylum. You never 
 see the hanimals smokin'. They knows better. 
 Just fancy I what would you think if you saw the 
 cab 'osses all a-settin' on their tails in the rank 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 smokin' pipes an' cigars ! What would you think 
 of a 'oss w'en 'is cabby cried, " Gee-up, there 's a fare 
 a 'owlin' for us," an' that 'oss would say, " Hall right, 
 cabby, just 'old on, hold man, till I finish my pipe" ? 
 No, Mr. Crosisley, no, I ' 
 
 "'But, my good soull' I burst in here, 'do 
 listen * 
 
 "'No use good-soulin' me, Mr. Crossley. I tell 
 you I won't stand it. My dear father died of it, an' 
 I can't stand it ' 
 
 " ' I hate it, Mrs. Bland, myself ! ' 
 
 *\ I shouted this interruption in such a loud fierce 
 tone that the good woman stopped and looked at 
 me in surprise. 
 
 " ' Yes, Mrs. Bland,' I continued, in the same tone, 
 *I detest smoking. You know I always did, but 
 now more than ever, for your reasoning has con- 
 vinced me that there are some evil consequences of 
 smoking which are almost worse than smoking itself! 
 Eest assured that never again shall the smell of the 
 noxious weed defile the walls of this house/ 
 
 " ' Lauk, sir ! ' said Mrs. Bland. 
 
 " I had subdued her, Charlie, by giving in with 
 dignity. I shall try the same role next breeze that 
 threatens. 
 
 " I almost feel that I owe you an apology for the 
 length of this epistle. Let me conclude by urging 
 yju to bring poor Leather home, strong and well. 
 Tell him from me that there is a vacant situation in 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ItOCKIES. 30 1 
 
 ul ^Zt '^''I'^'!'""' Co. which will just suit him. 
 He 8hall have it when he returns-if God spares me 
 to see h.a again But I 'm getting old, Charlie, and 
 we know not what a day may bring forth." 
 
 "A kmd— a very kind letter," said Leather 
 earnestly, when his friend had finished readin. 
 
 p^ H' ^' ''"''' "' " ^' ^'^^ y°»' own father 
 B«,oke" remarked Buck Tom, who had been hV 
 ten ng m tently. « Have you known him long ? " 
 Not long. Only since the time that he gave 
 
 but the ht tie I have seen of him has aroused in me 
 
 a teelmg of strong regard." 
 "My sister May refers to him here," said Leather 
 
 wr^ a peouhar smile, as he re-opened his letted 
 The greater part of this teUs chiefly of private aifair, 
 
 which would not interest any of you, but here i a 
 
 passage which forms a sort of commentary on what 
 
 you have just heard:— 
 
 "'You will be amused to hear,' she writes, 'that 
 good Captain Stride has come to live in Sedford 
 Kind old Mr. Crossley has given him some sort o^ 
 work connected with Withers and Co.'s house which 
 i can neither understand nor describe. Indeed 
 
 am convinced it is merely work got up on purpose' 
 by Ml. Crossley as an excuse for giving his old 
 
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 CHAULI£ TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 for further duty, and tlie Captain will never admit 
 himself to be in that condition till he is dying. 
 Old Jacob Crossley — as you used to call him — 
 thinks himself a very sagacious and " deep " man, but 
 in truth there never was a simpler or more trans- 
 parent one. He thinks that we know nothing 
 about who it is that sends the old lady to buy up 
 all the worsted-work that mother makes, but we 
 know perfectly well that it is himself, and dear 
 , mother could never have gone on working with 
 satisfaction and receiving the money for it all if we 
 ^ad not found out that he buys it for our fisher- 
 men, who are said really to be very much in need 
 of the things she makes. 
 
 " * The dear old man is always doing something 
 kind and considerate in a sly way, under the 
 impression that nobody notices. He little knows 
 the power of woman's observation! By the way, 
 that reminds me that he is not ignorant of woman's 
 powers in other ways. We heard yesterday that 
 his old and faithful — though rather trying — house- 
 keeper had quarrelled with him about smoking ! We 
 were greatly surprised, for we knew that the old 
 gentleman is not, and never was., a smoker. She 
 threatened to leave, but we have since heard, I am 
 glad to say, that they have made it up ! * " 
 
 "H'm! there's food for meditation in all that," 
 said Dick Darvall, as he knocked the ashes out of 
 his pipe and put it in his vest pocket. 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
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 is dying. 
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 man, but 
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 323 
 
 CHAPTER XXVII. 
 
 HCNKT BEN AND CHAULIK OKT B.VOKD THKIB DEPTH 
 AND BUCK TOM QETB BEYOND RECALL. 
 
 iraitors Trap one day Charlie Brooke and Hunkv 
 Ben came to a halt on the summit of an emlente 
 that ^commanded a wide view over the snrronnr; 
 
 hiJS? ^'°"r P^'"'' ^'"'" '"'d B'^o'^e, leaning 
 his rifle against a tree and momiting on a piece of 
 rock the better to take in the beautiful project o 
 woodland river, and lake. "When I tUnk of the 
 swannsofpoor folk in the old countiy who don 
 own a foot of land, have little to eat. and on y rl 
 
 ptntTh ":,' '"^ *° ''""S *'^«- -' "er'e Tnd 
 P ant them down where God has spread His 
 b essmgs so bountifully, where there is never lack 
 
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 the wilderness, a man can't git all the information 
 needful to larn him about things in the old world. 
 Dear, dear, it do seem strange to me that any man 
 should choose to starve in the cities when there's 
 the free wilderness to roam about in. I mind havin' 
 a palaver once wi' a stove-up man when I was 
 ranchin' down in Kansas on the Indian Territory 
 Line. Screw was his name, an' a real kind- 
 hearted fellow he was too— only he couldn't keep 
 his hand off that curse o' mankind, the bottle. I 
 mentioned to him my puzzlements about this 
 ^natter, an' he up fist an' come down on the table 
 wi' a crack that made the glasses bounce as if they 'd 
 all come alive, an' caused a plate o' mush in front 
 of him to spread itself all over the place— but he 
 cared nothin' for that, he was so riled up by the 
 thowts my obsarvation had shook up. 
 
 "'Hunky Ben,' says he, glowerin' at me like a 
 bull wi' the measles, ' the reason we stay there an* 
 don't come out here or go to the other parts o' God's 
 green arth is 'cause we can't help ourselves an' don't 
 know how — or what — don't know nothin' in fact ! ' 
 
 " * That 's a busted-up state o' ignorance, no doubt,' 
 said I, in a soothin' sort o' way, for I see'd the 
 man was riled pretty bad by ancient memories, an' 
 looked gittin* waxier. He wore a black eye, too, 
 caught in a free fight the night before, which didn't 
 improve his looks. ' You said we just now,' says I. 
 * Was you one o' them ? ' 
 
)rmation 
 d world, 
 my man 
 tt there's 
 id haviii' 
 1 I was 
 [erritory 
 il kiud- 
 n't keep 
 ottle. I 
 3ut this 
 ,he table 
 if they'd 
 in front 
 —but he 
 3 by the 
 
 le like a 
 there an' 
 I o' God's 
 an' don't 
 a fact ! ' 
 10 doubt/ 
 3ee'd the 
 ories, an* 
 eye, too, 
 eh didn't 
 V,* says I. 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 325 
 
 "'Of course I was,' says he, tamin' down a little, 
 ' an' I 'd bin one o' them yet— if not food for worms 
 by this time— if it hadn't bin for a dook as took 
 pity on me.' 
 " ' What 's a dook ? ' says I. 
 "'A dook?' says he. 'Why, he's a dooTc, you 
 know ; a sort o' markis— somewheres between a lord 
 an' a king. I don't know zackly where, an' hang 
 me if I care ; but they 're a bad lot, are some o' them 
 docks- rich as Pharaoh, king o' J'rus'lem, an' hard 
 as nails— though I 'm bound for to say they ain't all 
 alike. Some on 'em 's no better nor costermongers, 
 others are men\ men what keeps in mind that the 
 same God made us all an' will call us all to the 
 same account, an' that the same kind o' worms '11 
 finish us all off at last. But this dook as took pity 
 on me was a true blue. He wasn't one o' the hard 
 sort as didn't care a rush for us so long as his own 
 stummick was full. Neether was he one o' the 
 butter-mouths as dursen't say bo to a goose. He 
 spoke out to me like a man, an' he knew well 
 enough that I 'd bin born in the London slums, an' 
 that my daddy had bin born there before me, an' 
 that my mother had caught her death o' cold 
 through havin' to pawn her only pair o' boots to 
 pay my school fees an' then walk barefutt to the 
 court in a winter day to answer for not sendin' her 
 boy to the board school— Aer send me to school !— 
 she might as well have tried to send daddy himself; 
 
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 an' him out o' work, too, an' all on us starvin'. My 
 dook, when he hoar about it a'most bust wi' passion. 
 I hear 'im arterwards talkin' to a overseer, or some- 
 body, "confound it," says he— no, not quite that, for 
 my dook ho never swore, only he said somethin' 
 pretty stiff—" these people are starvin'," says he, " an' 
 pawnin' their things for food to keep 'em alive, an' 
 they can't git work nohow," says he, " an' yet you 
 worry them out o' body an' soul for school fees ! " ' I 
 didn't hear no more, for the overseer smoothed 'im 
 down somehows. But that dook — that good man, 
 Hunky Ben, paid my passage to Ameriky, an' sent 
 me off wi' his blessin' an' a Bible. Unfortnitly I 
 took a bottle wi' me, an when I got to the other 
 side I got hold of another bottle, an' another — an' 
 there stands the last of 'em.* 
 
 "An' wi' that, Mr. Brooke, he fetched the bottle 
 in front of him such a crack wi* his fist as sent it 
 all to smash against the opposite wall. 
 
 " ' Well done, Screw 1 ' cried the boy at the bar, 
 laughin' j * have another bottle ? ' 
 
 " Poor Screw smiled in a sheepish way, for the 
 rile was out of him by that time, an', says he, * Well, 
 I don't mind if I do. A shot like that deserves 
 another ! ' 
 
 " Ah me 1 " continued the scout, " it do take the 
 manhood out of a fellow, that drink. Even when 
 his indignation 's roused and he tries to shake it off, 
 he can't do it." 
 

 OF TUB SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 327 
 
 a'. My 
 
 passion, 
 r some- 
 that, for 
 ►methin' 
 he, "an' 
 live, an' 
 yet you 
 es!" 'I 
 bed 'im 
 )d man, 
 an' sent 
 bnitly I 
 le other 
 ler — an' 
 
 3 bottle 
 sent it 
 
 -he bar, 
 
 for the 
 , * Well, 
 
 ieserves 
 
 ike the 
 1 when 
 e it off, 
 
 " Well do I know that, Ben. It is only God who 
 can help a man in such a case." 
 
 The scout gravely shook liia head. " Seems to 
 me, Mr. Brooke, that there 'a a screw loose some- 
 wheres in our theology, for I 've heard parsons as well 
 ns you say that— as if the Almiglity condescended 
 to help us only when we 're in bad straits. Now, 
 though I 'm but a scout and pretend to no book 
 larnin', it comes in strong upon me that if God made 
 us an' measures our movements, an' gives us every 
 beat o' the pulse, an' counts the very hairs of our 
 heads, we stand in need of His help in every case 
 and at all times ; that we can't save ourselves from 
 mischief under any circumstances, great or small, 
 without Him." 
 
 "I have thought of that too, sometimes," said 
 Charlie, sitting down on the rock beside his com- 
 panion, and looking at him in some perplexity, " but 
 does not the view you take savour somewhat of 
 fatalism, and seek to free us from responsibility in 
 regard to what we do ? " 
 
 " It don't seem so to me," replied the scout, " I 'm 
 not speakin', you see, so much of doin' as of escapin'. 
 No doubt we are perfectly free to idll, but it don't 
 follow that we are free to act. I 'm quite free to 
 will to cut my leg off or to let it stay on ; an' if I 
 carry out my will an' do it, why, I 'm quite free 
 there too— an' also responsible. But I ain't free to 
 sew it on again however much I may will to do so 
 
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 CIIAIirJE TO THE RE8CUR: A TALE 
 
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 — loastwiso if I do it won't stick. The consekinces 
 o' my docd I must boar, but who will deny that 
 the Almighty coxild grow on another leg if lie 
 chose ? Why, some ceoters he doca allow to get 
 rid of a limb or two, an' grow new ones I So, you 
 see, I 'm responsible for my deeds, but, at the same 
 time, I must look to God for escape from the con- 
 sekinces, if Ho sees at to let me escape. A man, 
 bein' free, may drink himself into a drunkard, but 
 ho 'a not free to cure himself. He can't do it. The 
 demon Crave has got him by the throat, forces him 
 to open his mouth, and pours the fiery poison down. 
 The thing that he is free to do is to will. Ho may, 
 if he chooses, call upon God the Saviour to help 
 him ; an' my own belief is that no man ever made 
 such a call in vain." 
 
 " How, if that bo so, are wo to account for the 
 failure of those who try, honestly strive, struggle, 
 and agonise, yet obviously fail ? " 
 
 " It 's not for the like o' me, Mr. Brooke, to ex- 
 pound the outs an' ins o' all mysteries. Yet I will 
 p'int out that you, what they call, beg the question 
 when you say that such people 'honestly* strive. 
 If a man tries to unlock a door with all his might 
 and main, heart and soul, honestly tries, by turnin' 
 the key the wrong way, he '11 strive till doomsday 
 without openin' the door ! It 's my opinion that a 
 man may get into difficulties of bis own free-will. He 
 can get out of them only by applyin' to his Maker." 
 
 
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 leny tlint 
 5g if Ho 
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 So, you 
 tho same 
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 A man, 
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 it. The 
 vcQB him 
 on down. 
 Ho may, 
 
 to help 
 rev made 
 
 ' for the 
 struggle, 
 
 :e, to ex- 
 et I will 
 question 
 * strive, 
 is might 
 Y turnin' 
 oomsday 
 2 that a 
 will. He 
 Maker." 
 
 OF THE 8EA AND TIIR ROCKIES. S39 
 
 During tho latter part of this conversation tho 
 hunters had risen and were making their way 
 through the trackless woods, when the ocout stopped 
 suddenly and gazed for a few seconds intently at 
 the ground. Then he kneeled and began to examine 
 the spot with great care. "A footprint here," he 
 Baid, "that tolls of recent visitors." 
 
 "Friends, Ben, or foes?" asked ou- hero, also 
 gomg on his knees to examine tho marks " WoP 
 now, I see only a pressed blade or two of grass, but 
 nothing the least like a footprint. It puzzles me 
 more than I can tell how you scouts seem so sure 
 about invisible marks." 
 
 "Truly, if they was invisible you would have 
 reason for surprise, but my wonder is that you don't 
 see them. Any child in wood-craft might read 
 them. See, here is the edge o' the right futt making 
 a famt impression where the ground is soft~an' the 
 heel ; surely ye see the heel ! " 
 
 "A small hollow I do see, but as to its being a 
 heel.print I could not pronounce on that. Has it 
 been made lately, think you 1 " 
 
 "Ay, last night or this morning at latest; and it 
 was made by the futt of Jake the Flint. I know it 
 well, for I 've had to track him more than once an' 
 would spot it among a thousand." 
 
 " If Jake is in the neighbourhood, wouldn't it be 
 well to return to the cave ? He and some of his 
 gang might attack it in our absence." 
 
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 " No fear o* that," replied the acout, rising from 
 hifl inspection, the " futt p'ints away from the cavo. 
 I should say that the Flint has bin there dm in' the 
 night, an' found that we kep' too sharp a look-out 
 to be caught sleepin'. Where ho went to arter that 
 no one can tell, but we can hoof it an' see. Like 
 enough he went to spy us out alone, an' then re- 
 turned to his comrades." 
 
 So saying, the scout "hoofed it" through the 
 woods at a pace that tested Charlie Brooke's powers 
 of endurance, exceptionally good though they were. 
 ,Af>ar a march of about four miles in comparative 
 silence they were conducted by the footprints to 
 an open space in the midst of dense thicket, 
 where the fresh ashes of a camp fire indicated that 
 a party had spent some time. 
 
 "Just so. They came to see what was up and 
 what could be done, found that nothin' partiklar was 
 up an' nothin' at all could be done, so off they go, 
 mounted, to fish in other waters. Just as well for us." 
 
 " But not so well for the fish in the other waters," 
 remarked Charlie. 
 
 "True, but wo can't help that. Come, we may 
 as well return now." 
 
 While Charlie and the scout were thus following 
 the trail, Buck Tom, lying in the cave, became 
 suddenly much worse. It seemed as if some string 
 in his system had suddenly snapped and let the 
 poor human wrecK ran aown. 
 
 
ling from 
 tho cavo. 
 lurin' the 
 
 look-out 
 arter that 
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 lioy wore, 
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 ^prints to 
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 " Come hero. Ixjnther," he goaped faintly. 
 
 Poor Shank, who never loft him, and who wat 
 preparing food for him at the time, was at his aide 
 m a moment, and bent anxiously over him. 
 
 " D' you want anything ? " he asked. 
 
 " Nothing. Shank. Whore 'a Dick ? " 
 
 " Outside ; cutting some firewood." 
 
 "Don't call him I'm glad we are alone," aaid 
 the outlaw, seizing his friend'a hand with a feeble 
 tremuloua graap. "I'm dying. Shank, dear boy.' 
 I ou forgive me ? " 
 
 " Forgive you, Ralph I Ay-long, long ago I " 
 
 He could not Onish the sentence. 
 
 "I know you did, Shank," returned the dying 
 man, with a faint smile. "How it will faro with 
 me hereafter I know not. I Ve but one word to say 
 when I get there, and that is^guilty I I-I loved 
 your sister. Shank. Ay-you never guessed it. I 
 only tell you now that I may send her a message. 
 Tell her that the words she once said to me about a 
 Saviour have never left me. They are like a light 
 in the darkness now. God bless you-Shank-and 
 — May." 
 
 With a throbbing heart and listening ear Shank 
 waited for more; but no more came. The hand he 
 still held was lifeless, and the spirit of the outlaw 
 had entered within the veil of that mysterious 
 Hereafter. 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 CHAPTER XXVIIT. 
 
 CHASE, CAPTURB, AND END OP JAKE THE FLINT. 
 
 It was growing dark when Brooke and the scout 
 reached the cave that evening and found that Buck 
 Tom was dead ; but they had barely time to realise 
 the fact when their attention was diverted by the 
 sudden arrival of a large band of horsemen — cow- 
 boys and others — the leader of whom seemed to be 
 the cow-boy Crux. 
 
 Hunky Ben and his friends had, of course, made 
 rapid preparations to receive them as foes, if need 
 were ; but, on recognising who composed the caval- 
 cade, they went out to meet them. 
 
 "Hallo! Hunky," shouted Crux, as he rode up 
 and leaped off his steed, " have they been here ? " 
 
 " "Who d' ye mean ? " demanded the scout. 
 
 " Why, Jake the Flint, to be sure, an' his mur- 
 derin' gang. Haven't ye heard the news ? " 
 
 " Not I. Who d' ye think would take the trouble 
 to come up here with noos ? " 
 
 "They've got clear off, boys," said Crux^ in a 
 voice of great disappointment. "So we must off 
 saddle, an' camp where we are for the night." 
 
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Of THE SEA AND TUB ROCKIES. 
 
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 that Buck 
 3 to realise 
 :ed by the 
 nen — cow- 
 med to be 
 
 urse, made 
 
 les, if need 
 
 the caval- 
 
 le rode up 
 
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 ut. 
 
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 ?" 
 
 the trouble 
 
 Crux, in a 
 e must off 
 5ht." 
 
 While the rest of the party dismounted and dis- 
 persed to look for a suitable camping-ground, Crux 
 explained the reason of their unexpected appearance. 
 
 After the Flint and his companions had left their 
 mountain fastness, as before described, they had 
 appeared in different parts of the country and com- 
 mitted various depredations; some of their robberies 
 having been accompanied with bloodshed and 
 violence of a nature which so exasperated the people 
 that an organised band had at length been gathered 
 to go in pursuit of the daring outlaw. But Jake 
 was somewhat Napoleonic in his character, swift in 
 his movements, and sudden in his attacks ; so that, 
 while his exasperated foes were searching for him in 
 one direction, news would be brought of his having 
 committed some daring and bloody deed far off in 
 some other quarter. His latest acts had been to 
 kill and rob a post-runner, who happened to be 
 a great favourite in his locality, and to attack 
 and murder, in mere wanton cruelty, a family of 
 friendly Indians, belonging to a tribe which had 
 never given the whites any trouble. The fury of 
 the people, therefore, was somewhat commensurate 
 with the wickedness of the man. They resolved to 
 capture him, and, as there was a number of resolute 
 cow-boys or the frontier, to whom life seemed to be 
 a bauble to be played with, kept, or cast lightly 
 away, according to circumstances, it seemed as if 
 the effort made at this time would be successful. 
 
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 Tho latest reports that seemed reliable were to 
 the effect that, after slaying the Indians, Jake and 
 his men had made off in the direction of his old 
 stronghold at the head of Traitor's Trap. Hence 
 the invasion by Crux and his band. 
 
 " You '11 be glad to hear — or sorry, I 'm not sure 
 which — " said the scout, " that Buck Tom has paid 
 his last debt." 
 
 "What! defunct?" exclaimed Crux. 
 
 " Ay. Whatever may have bin his true character 
 an' deeds, he 's gone to his account at last." 
 
 " Are ye sure, Hunky ? " 
 
 " If ye don't believe me, go in there an' you '11 see 
 what 's left of him. The corp ain't cold yet." 
 
 The rugged cow-boy entered at once, to convince 
 himself by ocular demonstration. 
 
 " Well," said he, on coming out of the cave, " I wish 
 it had Laen the Flint instead. He '11 give us some 
 trouble, you bet, afore we bring him to lie as flat as 
 Buck Tom. Poor Buck ! They say he wasn't a bad 
 chap in his way, an' I never heard of his bein' cruel, 
 like his comrades. His main fault was castin' in his 
 lot wi' the Flint. They say that Jake has bin carousin' 
 around, thro win' the town-folk everywhere into fits," 
 
 That night the avengers in search of Jake the 
 Flint slept in and around the outlaws* cave, while 
 the chief of the outlaws lay in the sleep of death in 
 a shed outside. During the night the scout went 
 out to see that the body was undisturbed, and was 
 
 
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 le were to 
 I, Jake and 
 of his old 
 p. Hence 
 
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 bein* cruel, 
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 Startled to observe a creature of some sort moving 
 near it. Ben was troubled by no superstitious 
 fears, so he approached with the stealthy, cat-like 
 tread which he had learned to perfection in his 
 frontier life. Soon he was near enough to perceive, 
 through the bushes, that the form was that of Shank 
 Leather, silent and motionless, seated by the side of 
 Buck Tom. with his face buried in his hands upon 
 his knees. A deep sob broke from him as he sat, 
 and again he was silent and motionless. The scout 
 withdrew as silently as he had approached, leavin- 
 the poor youth to watch and mourn over the friend 
 who had shared his hopes and fears, sins and 
 sorrows, so long-long at least in experience, if not 
 in numbered years. 
 
 Next morning at daybreak they laid the outlaw 
 in his last resting-place, and then the avengers pre- 
 pared to set off in pursuit of his comrades. 
 
 "You'll join us, I fancy," said Crux to Charlie 
 Brooke. 
 
 " No ; I remain with my sick friend Leather. But 
 perhaps some of my comrades may wish to go with 
 you." 
 
 It was soon arranged that Hunky Ben and Dick 
 Darvall should join the party. 
 
 "We won't be long o' catchin' him up," said Crux 
 "for the Mint has become desperate of late an' 
 we're pretty sure of a man when he gets into 'that 
 fix." 
 
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 Tho desperado to whom Ciux referred was one of 
 those terrible human monsters who may bo termed 
 a growth of American frontier life, men who, hav- 
 ing apparently lost all fear of God, or man, or death ; 
 carry their lives about with hilarious indifference, 
 ready to risk them at a moment's notice on tho 
 slightest provocation, and to take the lives of others 
 without a shadow of compunction. As a natural 
 consequence, such maniacs, for they are little else, are 
 feared by all, and even brave men feel the necessity 
 of being unusually careful while in their company. 
 , Among the various wild deeds committed by Jake 
 and his men was one which led them into serious 
 trouble and proved fatal to their cb^'ef. Coming to 
 a village, or small town, one night, they resolved to 
 have a regular spree, and for this purpose encamped 
 a short way outside the town till it should be quite 
 dark. About midnight the outlaws, to the number 
 of eight, entered the town, each armed with a Win- 
 chester and a brace of revolvers. Scattering them- 
 selves, they began a tremendous fusillade, as fast as 
 they could fire, so that nearly the whole population, 
 supposing the place was attacked by Indians, turned 
 out and fled to the mountains behind the town. The 
 Flint and his men made straight for the chief billiard- 
 room, which they found deserted, and there, after 
 helping themselves to all the loose cash available, 
 they began to drink. Of course they soon became 
 wild under the influence of the liquor, but retained 
 
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 of others 
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 necessity 
 Dmpany. 
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 e number 
 h a Win- 
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 as fast as 
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 wn. The 
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 available, 
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 sense enough to mount their horses and gallop away 
 before the people of the place mustered courage to 
 return and attack the foe. 
 
 It was while galloping madly away after this raid 
 hat the murderous event took place which ended 
 m the dispersal of the gang. 
 
 Daylight was creeping over the land when the 
 outlaws left the town. Jake was wild with excite- 
 ment at what had occurred, as well as with drink 
 a^d began to boast and swear in a horrible manner.' 
 When they had ridden a good many miles, one of 
 the party said he saw some Redskins in a clump of 
 wood they were approaching. 
 
 "Did ye?" cried Jake, flourishing his rifle over 
 his head and uttering a terrible oath, "then I'll 
 shoot the first Eedskin I come across." 
 
 "Better not, Jake," said one of his men. " Thev 're 
 all friendly Injins about here." 
 
 wrlt^'V' >n\°^^' *' '^''" y^"^^ '^' ^^"«ken 
 wre^tch. "I'll shoot the first I see as I would a 
 
 At that moment they were passing a bluff covered 
 with timber, and, unfortunately, a poor old Indian 
 woman came out of the wood to look at the horse- 
 men as they flew past. 
 
 Without an instant's hesitation Jake swerved 
 aside, rode straight up to the old creature, and blew 
 out her brains. 
 
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 and bloodshed, his comrades were overwhelmed 
 with horror at this, and, fearing the consequences 
 of the dastardly murder, rode for life away over the 
 plains. 
 
 But the deed had been witnessed by the relatives 
 of the poor woman. Without sound or cry, fifty 
 Red men leaped on their horses and swept with the 
 speed of light along the other side of the bluff, 
 which concealed them from the white men's sight. 
 Thus they managed to head them, and when Jake 
 and his gang came to the end of the strip of vjood, 
 the Red men, armed with rifle and revolver, were 
 in front of them. 
 
 There was something deadly and unusual in the 
 silence of the Indians on this occasion. Concen- 
 trated rage seemed to have stopped their power to 
 yell. Swift as eagles they swooped down and sur- 
 rounded the little band of white men, who, seeing 
 that opposition would be useless, and, perhaps, cowed 
 by the sight of such a cold-blooded act, offered no 
 resistance at all, while their arms were taken from 
 them. 
 
 With lips white from passion, the Indian chief in 
 command demanded who did the deed. The out- 
 laws pointed to Jake, who sat on his horse with 
 glaring eyes and half-open mouth like one stupefied. 
 At a word from the chief, lie was seized, dragged off 
 his horse, and held fast by two powerful men while 
 a third bound his aruis, A spear was driven deep 
 
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 the bluff, 
 
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 offered no 
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 dragged off 
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 into the ground to serve as a stake, and to this Jake 
 was tied. Ho made no resistance. He seemed to 
 have been paralysed, and remained quite passive 
 while they stripped him naked to the waist. His 
 comrades, still seated on their horses, seemed incap- 
 able of action. They had. no doubt, a presentiment 
 of what was coming. 
 
 The chief then drew his scalping knife, and 
 passed it swiftly round tlie neck of the doomed man 
 I so as to make a slight incision. Grasping the flap 
 
 raised at the back of the neck, he tore a broad band 
 of skin from Jake's body, right down his back to 
 his waist. A fearful yell burst from the lips of the 
 wretched man, but no touch of pity moved the hearts 
 of the Red men, who^a chief prepared to tear off 
 another strip of skin from the quivering flesh. 
 
 At the same moment the companions of the Flint 
 wheeled their horses round, and, filled with horror, 
 fled at full speed from the scene. 
 
 The Eed men did not attempt to hinder them. 
 There was no feud at that time between the white 
 men and that particular tribe. It was only the 
 murderer of their old kinswoman on whom they 
 were be:it on wreaking their vengeance, and with 
 terrible cruelty was their diabolical deed accom- 
 plished. The comrades of the murderer, left free to 
 do as they pleased, scattered as they fled, as if each 
 
 ._.w «xi«i^iO uu cuuuiu i/iie signi 01 liie other, 
 
 and they never again drew together. 
 
340 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALK 
 
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 On the very next day Crux and his band of aven- 
 gers were galloping over the same region, making 
 straight for the town which the outlaws had thrown 
 into such consternation, and where Crux had been 
 given to understand that trustworthy news of the 
 Flint's movements would probably be obtained. 
 
 The sun was sotting, and a Hood of golden light 
 was streaming over the plains, when one of the band 
 suggested that it would be better to encamp where 
 they were than to proceed any further that night. 
 
 " So we will, boy," said Crux, looking about for a 
 suitable spot, until his eye fell on a distant object 
 that riveted his attention. 
 
 "A strange-looking thing that," remarked the 
 scout, who had observed the object at the same 
 moment. "Somethin' like a man, but standin' 
 crooked-like in a fashion I never saw a man stand 
 before, though I've seen many a queer sight in my 
 
 day." 
 
 "We'll soon clear up the mystery," said Crux, 
 putting spurs to his horse and riding straight for 
 the object ii" question, followed by the whole cav- 
 alcade. 
 
 " Ay, ay, bloody work bin goin' on here, I see," 
 muttered the scout as they drew near. 
 
 " The accursed Eedskins ! " growled Crux. 
 
 We need scarcely say that it was the dead body 
 ^c T«i,/^ 4-v./>« lyoA fimcj ^iannvPTAfl tip.d to the SDcar 
 
 which was nearly broken by the weight of the muti- 
 
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 1, making 
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 lined. 
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 I the band 
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 kbout for a 
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 the same 
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 lated carcass. Besides tearing most of the skin off 
 the wretched man's body, the savages had scalped 
 Jake; but a deep wound over the region of tlio 
 heart ohowed that they had, at all events, ended his 
 sufloringa before they left him. 
 
 While the avengers-whose vengeance was thus 
 forcstalled-were busy scraping a shallow grave for 
 the remains of the outlaw, a shout was raised by 
 several of the party who dashed after something 
 into a neighbouring copse. An Indian had been 
 discovered there, and the cruelties which had been 
 practised on the white man had, to a great extent, 
 transferred their wrath from the outlaw to his 
 murderers. But they found that the rush was 
 needless, for the Indian who had been observed 
 was seated on the ground beside what appeared to 
 be a newly formed grave, and he made no attempt 
 to escape. 
 
 He was a very old and feeble man, yet something 
 of the fire of the warrior gleamed from his sunken 
 eyes as he stood up and tried to raise his bent form 
 into an attitude of proud defiance. 
 
 " Do you belong to the tribe that killed this white 
 
 man ? " said Hunky Ben, whose knowledge of most 
 
 of the Indian dialects rendered him the fitting 
 
 spokesman of the party. ° 
 
 "I do," answered the Indian in a stern yet 
 
 QUaVerinD" Vnicn thai-, ooor^ft/l „ ^:i.:c..r o 
 
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 come, and that ho liad mado up his mind to die as 
 becRnie i <launtloss Indian bravo. 
 
 A I tiiat moment a little Indian girl, who had 
 hitherto lain quite conceaud in the tangled grass, 
 started up like a rabbit from its lair and dashed 
 into the thick-^t J=^wiftly though the child run, 
 however, one of tho young men of tlie party was 
 swifter. Ho sprang off in pursuit, and in a few 
 moments brought her back. 
 
 "Your tribe is not at war with tho pale-faces," 
 continued the scout, taking no notice of this episode 
 I " They have been needlessly cruel." 
 
 For some moments the old man gazed sternly at 
 his questioner as if he heard him not. Then tho 
 frown darkened, and, pointing to the grave at his 
 feet, he said — 
 
 " Tho white man was more cruel." 
 
 '• What had he done ? " asked the scout. 
 
 But the old man would not reply. There came 
 over his withered features that stony stare of resolute 
 contempt which he evidently intended to maintain 
 to the last in spite of torture and death. 
 
 "Better question the child," suggested Dick 
 Darvall, who up to that moment had been too much 
 horrified by what he had witnessed to be able to 
 speak. 
 
 The scout looked at the child. She stood trem- 
 blina hfisidfl her cantor, with evidences of intense 
 terror on her dusky countenance, for she was only 
 
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 too well accuatonied to the cruelties practised by 
 white men and red on each other to have any hope 
 either for the old man or herself. 
 
 " Poor thing ! " said Ilunky Ben, laying liis strong 
 hand tenderly on the girl's head. Then, taking her 
 hand, he led her gently aside, and spoke to her in 
 her own tongue. 
 
 There was something so unexpectedly soft in the 
 scout's voice, and so tender in his touch, that the 
 little brown maid was irresistibly comforted. When 
 one falls into the grasp of Goodness and Strength, 
 relief of mind, more or less, is an inevitable result. 
 David thought so when he said, " Let me fall now 
 into the hand of the Lord." The Indian child evi- 
 dently thought so when she felt that Ilunky Ben 
 was strong and perceived that he was good. 
 
 " We will not hurt you, my little one," said the 
 scout, when he had reached a retired part of the 
 copse, and, sitting down, placed the child on his 
 knee. " The white man who was killed by your 
 people was a very bad man. We were looking for 
 him to kill him. Was it the old man that killed 
 him ? " 
 
 "No," replied the child, "it was the chief." 
 
 " Why was he so cruel in his killing ? " asked the 
 scout. 
 
 "Because the white man was a coward. He 
 feared to face our warriors, but he shot an old 
 woman ! " answered the little maid ; and then, iu- 
 
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 Spired with coiificlonce by the Bcout's kind nud 
 pitiful exprosaion, she rolutud t)io whole story of 
 the savage and wanton murder perpetrated by the 
 Flint, the 8ubse(iuont vengeance of her people, and 
 the unchecked (light and dispersion of Jake's com- 
 rades. The old woman who had been slain, she 
 snid, was her grandmother, and the old man who 
 had been captured was her grandfather. 
 
 "Friends, our busincsa has been done for us," 
 said the scout on rejoining his comrades, "so we've 
 nothing to do but return home." 
 I Ho thou told them in detail what the Indian 
 girl had related. 
 
 " Of course," he added, " we 've uo right to find 
 fault wi' the Kedskins for punishin' the murderer 
 arter their own fashion, though wo might wish they 
 had bin somewhat more merciful " 
 
 "No, we mightn't," inteuupted Crux stoutly. 
 "The Flint got off easy in my opinion. If I had 
 had the doin' o't, I 'd have roasted him alive." 
 
 " No, you wouldn't. Crux," returned Ben, with a 
 benignant smile. " Young chaps like you are always, 
 accordin' to your own sliowin', worse than the devil 
 himself when your blood's roused by indignation at 
 cruelty or injustice, but you sing a good deal softer 
 when you come to the scratch with your enemy in 
 your power." 
 
 "You 're wrong, Hunky Ben," retorted Crux firmly. 
 " Any man as would blow the brains out of a poor 
 
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 story of 
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 nan who 
 
 for us/' 
 so we've 
 
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 t to find 
 murderer 
 rish they 
 
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 lation at 
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 3nemy in 
 
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 old woman in cold blood, us tho Flint did, desarvot 
 tho worst that can bo done to him." 
 
 "I didn't say nowt about what he dcflarves," 
 returned tho scout ; " I was spcakin' about what you 
 would do if you'd got tho kiliin' of liim." 
 
 " Well, well, mates." said Dick Darvall, a little 
 impatiently, "seems to me that we're wastin' our 
 wind, for tho miserable wretch, bein' defunct, is 
 beyond tho malice o' red man or wliito. I there- 
 fore vote that we stop palaverin', 'bout ship, clap 
 on all sail an' lay our course for homo." 
 
 This suggestion met with general approval, and the 
 curious mixture of men and races, which had thus 
 for a brief period been banded together under the 
 inlluonco of a united purpose, prepared to break up. 
 "I suppose you an' Darvall will mako tracks for 
 Traitor's Trap," said Crux to Hunky Ben. 
 
 "That's my trail to bo," answered the scout. 
 " What say you, Black Polly ? Are ye game for 
 such a spin to-night ? " 
 
 Tho mare arched her glossy neck, put back both 
 ears, and gave other indications that she would have 
 fully appreciated the remarks of her master if she 
 had only understood them. 
 
 " Ah I Bluefire and I don't talk in that style," said 
 Crux, with a laugh. " I give him his orders an' he 
 knows that he 's got to obey. He and I will make 
 a bee-line for David's Store an' have a Jrink. 
 Who 'li keep me company ? " 
 
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 Several of the more reckless among the men in- 
 timated their willingness to join the tcper. The 
 rest said they had o.her business on hand than to 
 go carousin' around. 
 
 "Why, Crux," said one who had been a very 
 lively member of the party during the ride out, 
 " d' ye know, boy, that it 's writ in the book o' Fate 
 that you an' I an' all of us, have just got so many 
 beats o' the pulse allowed us—no more an' no less 
 —an' we 're free to run the beats out fast o": slow, 
 just as we like? There's nothin' like drink for 
 makin' em go fast ! 
 
 " I don't believe that, Robin Stout," returned Crux ; 
 " an' even if I did believe it I 'd go on just the same, 
 for I prefer a short life and a merry one to a long 
 life an' a wishywashy miserable one." 
 
 "Hear ! hear ! " exclaimed several of the topers. 
 "Don't ye think. Crux," interposed Darvall, 
 "that a long life an' a happy one might be better 
 than either?" 
 
 "Hear! hearl" remarked Hunky Ben, with a 
 
 quiet laugh. 
 
 " Well, boys," said one fine bright-looking young 
 fellow, patting the neck of his pony, "whether my 
 life is to be long or short, merry, wishywashy or 
 happy, I shall be off cow-punching for the next six 
 months or so, somewhere about the African bend, 
 on the Colorado River, in South Texas, an' I mean 
 to try an' keep my pulse a-goin' without drink. 
 
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 347 
 
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 oper. The 
 ind than to 
 
 jen a very 
 3 ride out, 
 ook 0* Fate 
 ot so many 
 an* no les3 
 ast 0': slow, 
 I drink for 
 
 irned Crux ; 
 st the same, 
 ne to a long 
 
 he topers. 
 3d Darvall, 
 it be better 
 
 Jen, with a 
 
 )king young 
 whether my 
 ihywashy or 
 the next six 
 ifrican bend, 
 i, an' I mean 
 'ihout drink. 
 
 I *ve seen more than enough o' the curse that comes 
 to us all on account of it, and I won't be caught in 
 that trap again." 
 
 " Then you 've bin caught in it once already, Jo 
 Pinto ? " said a comrade. 
 
 " Ay, I just have, but, you bet, it's the last time. 
 I don't see the fun of makin' my veins a channel 
 for firewater, and then finishin' off with D. T., if 
 bullet or knife should leave me to go that length." 
 
 " I suppose, Pinto," said Crux, with a smile of 
 contempt, " that you 've bin to hear that mad fellow 
 Gough, who 's bin howlin' around in these parts of 
 late ? " 
 
 " That 's so," retorted Pinto, flushing with sudden 
 anger. " I 've been to hear J. B. Gough, an' what 's 
 more I mean to take his advice in spite of all the 
 flap-jack soakers 'tween the Atlantic and the 
 Rockies. He 's a true man, is Gough, every inch of 
 him, and men and women that 's bin used chiefly 
 to cursin' in time past have heaped more blessin's 
 on that man's head than would sink you. Crux, — if 
 put by mistake on your head— right through the 
 lowest end o' the bottomless pit." 
 
 "Pretty deep that, anyhow!" exclaimed Crux, 
 with a careless laugh, for he had no mind to quarrel 
 with the stout young cow-boy whode black eyes he 
 had made to flash so keenly. 
 
 " It seems to me," said another of the band, as he 
 hung the coils of his lasso round the horn of his 
 
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 Mexican saddle, " that we must quit talkin' unless 
 we make up our minds to stop here till sun-up. 
 Who's goin' north? My old boss is financially 
 busted, so I've hired to P. T. Granger, who has 
 started a new ranch at the head o* Pugit's Creek. 
 He wants one or two good hands I know, an' I 've 
 reason to believe he 's an honest man. I go up trail 
 at thirty dollars per month. The outfit 's to consist 
 of thirty hundred her.d of Texas steers, a chuck 
 wagon and cook, with thirty riders includin' the 
 boss himself an* six horses to the man." 
 \ A couple of stout-looking cow-boys offered to join 
 the last speaker on the strength of his representa- 
 tions, and then, as the night bid fair to be bright 
 and calm, the whole band scattered and galloped 
 away in separate groups over the moon-lit plains. 
 
 
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 in' unless 
 1 sun-up. 
 nancially 
 who has 
 b's Creek. 
 , an' I *ve 
 D up trail 
 bo consist 
 a chuck 
 idin' the 
 
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 presenta- 
 be bright 
 galloped 
 plains. 
 
 CHAPTER XXIX. 
 
 THET EKTURN TO THB RANCH OP ROARINa BULL, WHERE 
 SOMETHINQ SERIOUS HAPPENS TO DICK DARVALL. 
 
 When Dick Darvall and Hunky Ben returned 
 from the expedition which we have just described, 
 they found all right at the cave, except that a letter 
 to Leather had been sent up from Bull's ranch 
 which had caused him much grief and anxiety. 
 
 " I have been eagerly awaiting your return, Ben " 
 said Charlie Brooke, when he and the scout went 
 outside the cave to talk the matter over, "for the 
 news in this letter has thrown poor Leather back 
 ^considerably, and, as he will continue to fret about 
 it and get worse, something must be done." 
 
 He paused for a few moments, and the scout 
 gravely waited for him to resume. 
 
 "The fact is," continued Charlie, "that poor 
 Leather's father has been given far too much to the 
 bottle during a great part of his life, and the letter 
 just received tells us that he has suddenly left home 
 and gone no one knows where. Now, my friend 
 Leather and his father were always very fond of 
 each other, and the son cannot forgive himself for 
 
350 
 
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 having at various times rather encouraged his father 
 in drinking, so that his conscience is reproaching 
 him terribly, as you may well believe, and he insists 
 on it that he is now quite able to undertake the 
 voyage home. You and I know, Ben, that in his 
 present state it would be madness for him to 
 attempt it ; yet to lie and fret here would be almost 
 as bad. Now, what is your advice ? " 
 
 For some moments the scout stood silent with 
 his eyes on the ground and his right hand grasping 
 his chin — his usual attitude when engaged in 
 meditation. 
 
 " Is there enough o' dollars," he asked, " to let you 
 do as ye like ? " 
 
 "No lack of dollars, I dare say, when needed," 
 replied Charlie. 
 
 " Then my advice," returned the scout promptly, 
 "is to take Leather straight off to-morrow mornin' 
 to Bull's ranch; make him comfortable there, call 
 him Mister Shank, — so as nobody '11 think he 's been 
 the man called Leather, who 's bin so long ill along 
 wi' poor Buck Tom's gang, — and then you go off to 
 old England to follow his father's trail till you find 
 him. Leather has great belief in you, sir, and the 
 feelin' that you are away doin' your best for him 
 will do more to relieve his mind and strengthen his 
 body than tons o' doctor's stuff. Dick Darvall 
 could remain to take care ot him if he has no 
 objection." 
 
 
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 351 
 
 d his father 
 reproaching 
 d he insists 
 iertake the 
 that in his 
 'or him to 
 d be almost 
 
 silent with 
 ad grasping 
 engaged in 
 
 " to let you 
 
 3n needed," 
 
 it promptly, 
 :ow mornin' 
 3 there, call 
 ik he 's been 
 )ng ill along 
 ou go off to 
 ill you find 
 sir, and the 
 est for him 
 •engthen his 
 ick Darvall 
 he has no 
 
 "I rather think he wcild be well pleased to do 
 80," replied Charlie, with a laugli of significance, 
 which the scout quietly cubjected to analysis in 
 what he styled his brain-pan, and made a note of 
 the result in his mental memorandum book ! 
 
 " But I doubt if Leather " 
 
 I "Shank," interrupted the pcout. "Call him 
 
 Shank from now, so 's we may all git used to it ; 
 tho' p'r'aps it ain't o' much importance, for most o' 
 the men that saw him here saw him in uncommon 
 bad condition an* would hardly know him agdn, 
 besides, they won't likely be at Bull's ranch, an' 
 the captain an' troops that were here have been 
 ordered down south. Still one can never be too 
 careful when life and death may be i' the balance. 
 Your friend niver was one o' the outlaws, but it 
 mightn't be easy to prove that." 
 
 " Well, then," resumed our hero, " I was going to 
 say that I fear Shank won't be able to stand the 
 journey even to the ranch." 
 
 " No fear of that, sir. We '11 carry him down to 
 the foot o' the Trap, an' when we git out on 
 the plain mount him on one o' the horses left by 
 poor Buck — the one that goes along so quiet that 
 thcv Ve given it the name o' the Wheelbarrow." 
 
 " Should I speak to him to-night about our plan, 
 Ben ? " 
 
 " No. If I was you I 'd only suy we 're goin' to 
 take him down to Bull's ranch i' the mornin'. 
 
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 That *11 take his mind a bit off tho letter, an* then 
 it *11 give him an extra lift when you tell him the 
 rest o' the plan." 
 
 In accordance with this arrangement, on the 
 folk-wing morning a litter was made with two stout 
 poles and a blanket between. On this the invalid 
 was laid after an early breakfast ; another blanket 
 was spread over him, and the scout and Dick, taking 
 it ap between them, carried him out of Traitor's 
 Trap, while Charlie Brooke, riding Jackson's horse, 
 led the Wheelbarrow by the bridle. As for Black 
 Polly, she was left to follow at her own convenience, 
 a whistle from Hunky Ben being at any moment 
 sufficient to bring her promptly to her master's side. 
 
 On reaching the plain the litter was laid aside, 
 the blankets were fastened to the horses, and Shank 
 prepared, as Dick said, to l^oard Wheelbarrow. 
 
 " Now then. Shank," said the seaman, while helping 
 his friend, " don't be in a hurry. Nothin' was ever 
 done well in a hurry either afloat or ashore. Git 
 your futt well into the stirrup an' don't take too 
 much of a spring, else you '11 be apt to go right over 
 on the starboard side. Hup you go ! " 
 
 The worthy sailor lent such willing aid that there 
 is little doubt he would have precipitated the cata- 
 strophe against which he warned, had not Hunky 
 Ben placed himself on the " starboard side " of the 
 steed and counteracted the heave. After that all 
 went well; the amble of the Wheelbarrow fully 
 
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 [ him the 
 
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 two stout 
 16 invalid 
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 ck, taking 
 ' Traitor's 
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 for Black 
 ivenience, 
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 iter's side, 
 aid aside, 
 nd Shank 
 row. 
 
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 was ever 
 lore. Git 
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 right over 
 
 that there 
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 e' of the 
 r that all 
 row fully 
 
 Justified the title, and in due course the party 
 arnved at the ranch of Eoaring Bull, whore the 
 poor invahd was confined to his room for a consider- 
 able time thereafter, and became known at the ranch 
 as Mr. Shank. 
 
 One evening Charlie Brooke entered the kitchen 
 of the ranch in search of his friend Dick Darvall 
 who had a strange fondness for Buttercup, and 
 frequently held converse with her in the regions of 
 the back-kitchen. 
 
 "I dun know whar he is, massa Book," answered 
 the sable beauty when appealed to, " he 'a mostly 
 somewhar' around when he 's not nowhar else." 
 
 " I shouldn't wonder if he was," returned Charlie 
 with a hopeful smile. « I suppose Miss Mary 's not 
 around anywhere, is she ? " 
 
 "I shouldn't wonder if she wasn't; but she ain't 
 here, massa," said the black maid earnestly. 
 
 "You are a truthful girl, Butter-stick to that 
 and you '11 get on in lire." 
 
 With this piece of advice Charlie left the kitchen 
 abruptly, and thereby missed the eruption of teeth 
 and gums that immediately followed his remark. 
 
 Making his way to the chamber of his sick friend, 
 Charlie sat down at the open window beside him. 
 
 "How d'you feel this evening, my boy?" he 
 asked. 
 
 " A little better, but—oh dear me !— I berrin to 
 despair of getting well enough to go home, and it's 
 
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 impossible to avoid being worried, for unless father 
 is sought for and found soon he will probably sink 
 altogetiier. You have no idea. Charlie, what a fear- 
 ful temptation drink becomes to those who have once 
 given way to it and passed a certain point." 
 
 "I don't know it personally—though I take no 
 credit for that— but I have some idea of it, I think, 
 from what I have seen and heard. But I came to 
 relieve your mind on the subject, Shank. I wanted 
 to speak with Dick Darvall first to see if he would 
 fall in with my plan, but as I can't find him just 
 now I thought it best to come straight to >ou about 
 it. Hallo! There is Dick." 
 
 " Where 1" said Shank, bending forward so as to 
 
 see the place on which his friend's eyes were fixed. 
 
 " There, don't you see 1 Look across that bit of 
 
 green sward, about fifty yards into the bush, close 
 
 to that lopped pine where a thick shrub overhangs 
 
 a fallen tree " 
 
 . a I gee— I see!" exclaimed Shank, a gleeful ex- 
 pression banishing for a time the look of suffering 
 and anxiety that had become habitual to him. 
 "Why, the fellow is seated beside Mary Jackson!" 
 "Ay, and holding a very earnest conversation 
 wloh her, to judge from his attitude," said Charlie. 
 « Probably inquidng into the market-price of steers 
 
 or some absorbing topic of that sort." 
 
 "He's grasping her hand now!" exclaimed 
 Shank, with an expanding mouth. 
 
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 856 
 
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 ably sink 
 at a fear- 
 have once 
 
 [ take no 
 
 ;, I think, 
 
 [ came to 
 
 I wanted 
 
 ho would 
 
 him just 
 
 )ou about 
 
 •d so as to 
 ^ere fixed, 
 ihat bit of 
 bush, close 
 overhangs 
 
 gleeful ex- 
 )f suffering 
 il to him. 
 Jackson ! " 
 onversation 
 lid Charlie, 
 ce of steers 
 
 exclaimed 
 
 ^ "And she lota him hold it. lieally this becomes 
 interesting," observed Charlie, with gravity. " But, 
 my friend, is not this a species of eavesdropping 1 
 Are wo not taking mean advantage of a pair who 
 fondly think themselves alone ? Come, Shank, let 
 us turn our backs on the view and try to fix'our 
 minds on matters of personal interest." 
 
 But the young men liad not to subject themselves 
 to such a delicate test of friendship, for before they 
 could make any attempt to carry out the suggestion, 
 Dick and Mary were seen to rise abruptly and 
 hasten from the spot in different directions. A fov 
 minutes later Buttercup was observed to glide upon 
 the scene and sit down upon the self-same fallen 
 tree. The distance from the bedroom window was 
 too great to permit of sounds reaching the observers' 
 ears, or of facial contortions meeting their eyes very 
 distinctly, but there could be no doubt as to the 
 feelings of the damsel, Or the meaning of those 
 swayings to and fro of her body, the throwing back 
 of her head, and the pressing of her hands on her 
 sides. Suddenly she held out a black hand as if 
 inviting some one in the bush to draw near. The 
 invitation was promptly accepted by a large brown 
 -a well-known favourite in the ranch house- 
 
 dog 
 hold. 
 
 Rover— for such was his name— leaped on the 
 fallen tree and sat down on the spot which had 
 previously been occupied by the fair Mary. The 
 
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 immodiately began to gosticulato and clasp her 
 hands as if talking very earnestly to the dog. 
 
 " I verily believe," said Shank, " that tlie blacking- 
 ball is re-enacting the scene with Hover I See I she 
 
 grasps his paw, and " 
 
 "My friend," said Charlie, "wo are taking mean 
 advantage again ! And, behold ! like the other pair, 
 they are lUtting from the scene, though not quite 
 in the same fashion." 
 
 This was true, for Buttercup, reflecting, probably, 
 that she might bo missed in the kitchen, had 
 suddenly tumbled Kover oif the tree and darted 
 swiftly from the spot. 
 
 « Come now. Shank," said Charlie, resuming the 
 thread of discourse which had been interrupted, 
 " it is quite plain to Dick and to myself that you 
 are unfit to travel home in your present state 
 of health, so I have made up my mind to leave you 
 hero in the care of honest Jackson and Darvall, and 
 to go home myself to make inquiries and search for 
 your father. Will this make your mind easy ? For 
 that is essential to your recovery at the present 
 
 time." 
 
 "You were always kind and self-sacrificing, 
 
 Charlie. Assuredly, your going will take an enormous 
 
 weight off my mind, for you are much better fitted 
 
 by nature for such a search than I am— to say 
 
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 thousand times. As for Dick Darvali," added 
 Sliank, with a laugh, " hoforo this evening I would 
 have doubted whether ho would bo willing to remain 
 with mo after your departure, but I have no doubt 
 now— considering what wo have just witnessed!" 
 
 "Yes, he has found 'metal more attractive/" 
 said Charlie, rising. "I will now go and consult 
 with him, after which I will depart without 
 delay." 
 
 "You've been having a gallop, to judge from 
 your heightened colour and ilashing eyes," said 
 Charlie to Dick when they met in the yard, hulf- 
 an-hour later. 
 
 " N— no— not exactly," returned the seaman, with 
 a slightly embarrassed air. " The fact is I 've bin 
 cruisin' about in the bush." 
 
 " What ! lookin' for Redskins ? " 
 
 " N— no ; not exactly, but " 
 
 "Oh! I see. Out huntin', I suppose. After 
 deer — eh ? " 
 
 "Well, now, that was a pretty fair guess, 
 Charlie," said Dick, laughing. " To tell ye the plain 
 truth, I have been out arter a dear— full sail — 
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 " And you bagged it, of course. Fairly run it 
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 "Yes, yes, / know," interrupted Charlie a third 
 time, with provoking coolness. "You ran her on 
 to the rocks, Dick — which was unseamanlike in 
 the extreme — at least you ran the dear aground on 
 a fallen tree and, sitting down beside it, asked it 
 to become Mrs. Darvall, and the amiable creature 
 agreed, eh ? " 
 
 "Why, how on earth did *ee come for to know 
 thxit ? " asked Dick, in blazing astonishment. 
 
 " Well, you know, there *s no great mystery about 
 it. If a bold sailor will go huntin' close to the 
 house, and run down his game right in front of 
 Mr. Shank's windows, he must expect to have' 
 witnesses. However, give me your flipper, mess- 
 mate, and let me congratulate you, for in my opinion 
 there 's not such another dear on all the slopes of 
 the Eocky Mountains, But now that I 've found you, 
 I want to lay some of my future plans before you." 
 
 They had not been discussing these plans many 
 minutes, when Mary was seen crossing the yard in 
 company with Hunky Ben. 
 
 "If Hunky would only stop, we'd keep quite 
 jolly till you return," observed Dick, in an under- 
 tone as the two approached. 
 
 "We were just talking of you, Ben," observed 
 Charlie, as they came up. 
 
 " Are you goin' for a cruise. Miss Mary ? " asked 
 the seaman in a manner that drew the scout's 
 attention. 
 

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 " No," replied Mary with a little laugh, and any- 
 thing but a little blush, that intensified the attention 
 of the scout. He gave one of his quiet but quick 
 glances at Dick and chuckled softly. 
 
 " So soon I " he murmured to himself ; " sartinly 
 your sea-dog is pretty slick at such matters." 
 
 Dick thought he heard the chuckle and turned 
 a lightning glance on the scout, but that sturdy 
 son of the forest had his leathern countenance turned 
 towards the sky with profoundest gravity. It was 
 characteristic of him, you see, to note the signs 
 of the weather. 
 
 "Mr. Brooke," he said, with the slow deliberate 
 air of the man who forms his opinions on solid 
 grounds, "there 's goin* to be a bu'st up o' the ele- 
 ments afore long, as sure as my name 's Hunky." 
 
 " That *s the very thing I want to talk about with 
 you, Ben, for I meditate a long journey immediately. 
 Come, walk with me." 
 
 Taking the scout's arm he paced with him slowly 
 up and down the yard, while Dick and Mary went 
 off on a cruise elsewhere. 
 
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 CHAPTER XXX. 
 
 OUANUES TUB SCENE SOMEWHAT VIOLENTLY, AND SHOWS 
 OUR HBRC IN A NEW LIGHT. 4 
 
 The result of our hero's consultation with the 
 scqut was not quite as satisfactory as it might have 
 been. Charlie had hoped that Hunky Ben would 
 have been able to stay with Shank till he should 
 return from the old country^ but found, to his regret, 
 that that worthy was engaged to conduct still further 
 into the great western wilderness a party of emigrants 
 who wished to escape the evils of civilisation, and to 
 set up a community of their own which should be 
 founded on righteoup*^'^ss, justice, and temperance. 
 
 "You see, sir," said the scout, "I've gi'n them 
 my promise to guide them whenever they 're ready 
 to start, so, as they may git ready and call for my 
 services at any moment, I must hold myself free 
 o' other engagements. To say truth, even if they 
 hadn't my promise I 'd keep myself free to help *em, 
 for I 've a likin* for the good man — ^half doctor, half 
 parson as well as Jack-of-all-trades— as has set the 
 thing agoin'— moreover, I've a strong belief that 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 361 
 
 all this fightin', an' scalpiu', an' flayin' alive, an' 
 roastin', an' revenge, ain't the way to bring about 
 good ends either among Red men or white." 
 
 " I agree with you heartily, Ben, though I don't 
 very well see how we are to alter it. However, we 
 must leave the discussion of that difficulty to another 
 time. The question at present is, what hope is there 
 of your staying here even for a short time after 
 I leave ? for in Dick Darvall's present condition of 
 mind he is not much to be depended on, and Jackson 
 is too busy. You see, I want Shank to go out on 
 horseback as much as possiMe, but in this unsettled 
 region and time he would not be safe except in 
 the care of some one who knew the country and 
 its habits, and who had some sort of sympathy with 
 a broken-down man." 
 
 " All I can say, Mr. Brooke, is that I '11 stay wi' 
 your friend as long as I can," returned the scout, 
 " an' when I 'm obleeged to make tracks for the west, 
 I '11 try to git another man to take my place. Any- 
 how, I think that Mr. Eeeves-that 's the name o' 
 the good man as wants me an' is boss o' the emi- 
 grants—won't be able to git them all ready to 
 start for some weeks yet." 
 
 Charlie was obliged to content himself with this 
 arrangement. Next day he was galloping east- 
 ward— convoyed part of the way by the scout on 
 Black Polly and Dick Darvall on Wheelbarrow. 
 Soon he got into the region of railways and steam- 
 
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 boats, and, in a few weeks more was once again 
 in Old England. 
 
 A post-card announced his arrival, for Charlie had 
 learned wisdom from experience, and feared to take 
 any one " by surpiiso " — especially his mother. 
 
 We need not describe this second meeting of 
 our hero with his kindred and friends. In many 
 respects it resembled the former, when the bad news 
 about Shank came, and there was the same conclave 
 in Mrs. Leather's parlour, for old Jacob Crossley 
 happened to be spending a holiday in Sealford at 
 thb time. 
 
 Indeed he had latterly taken to spending much of 
 his leisure time at that celebrated watering-place, 
 owing, it was supposed, to the beneficial effect which 
 the sea-air had on his rheumatism. 
 
 But May Leather knew better. With that dis- 
 criminating penetration which would seem to be the 
 natural accompaniment of youth and beauty, she 
 discerned that the old gentleman's motive for going 
 so frequently to Sealford was a compound motive. 
 
 First, Mr. Crossley was getting tired of old 
 bachelorhood, and had at last begun to enjoy 
 ladies* society, especially that of such ladies as Mrs. 
 Leather and Mrs. Brooke, to say nothing of May 
 herself and Miss Molloy — the worsted reservoir — 
 who had come to reside permanently in the town and 
 who had got the " Blackguard Boy " into blue tights 
 and buttons, to the amazement and confusion of the 
 
OF TUB SEA AND THE fiOCKim 
 
 863 
 
 little dog Scraggy, whose mind was weakened in 
 consoquence--so they said. Second, Mr. Crossley 
 was remarkably fond of Captain Stride, whom ho 
 abused like a pick-pocket and stuck to like a brother, 
 besides playing backgammon with him nightly, to 
 the greac satisfaction of the Captain's "missus" and 
 their "little Mag." Third, Mr. Crossley had no 
 occasion to attend to business, because business, 
 somehow, attended to itself, and poured its profits 
 perennially into the old gentleman's pocket ~ a 
 pocket which was never full, because it had a 
 charitable hole in it somewhere which let the cash 
 run out as fast as it ran in. Fourth and last, 
 but not least, Mr. Crossley found considerable relief 
 in getting away occasionally from his worthy house- 
 keeper Mrs. Bland. This relief, which he styled 
 "letting off the steam " at one time, "brushing away 
 the cobwebs " at another, was invariably foUowed by 
 a fit of amiability, which resulted in a penitent spirit, 
 and ultimately took him back to town where he 
 remained till Mrs. Bland had again piled enough of 
 eccentricity on the safety valve to render another 
 letting off of steam on the sea-shore imperative. 
 
 What Charlie learned at the meeting held in 
 reference to the disappearance of old Mr. Isaac 
 Leather was not satisfactory. The wretched man 
 had so muddled his brain by constant tippUng that 
 it had become a question at last whether he was 
 quite responsible for his actions. In a fit of 
 
 i 
 
 
364 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 
 remorse, after an attack of delirium tremens, ho liad 
 suddenly condemned himself as being a mean con- 
 temptible burden on his poor wife and daughter. 
 Of course both wife and daughter asserted that his 
 mere maintenance was no burden on them at all — 
 as in truth it was not when compared with the 
 intolerable weight of his intemperance — and they 
 did their best to soothe him. But. the idea seemed 
 to have taken firm hold of him, and preyed upon 
 his mind, until at last he left home one morning in 
 a fit of despair, and had not since been heard of. 
 « " Have you no idea, then, where ho has gone ? " 
 asked Charlie. 
 
 "No, none," said Mrs. Leather, with a tear 
 trembling in her eye. 
 
 " We know, mother," said May, " that he has gone 
 to London. The booking clerk at the station, you 
 know, told us that." 
 
 "Did the clerk say to what part of London he 
 booked ? " 
 
 " No, he could not remember." 
 
 " Besides, if he had remembered, that would be 
 but a slight clew," said Mr. Crossley. " As well look 
 for a needle in a bundle of hay as for a man in 
 London." 
 
 " As well go to sea without rudder or compass," 
 observed Captain Stride. 
 
 " Nevertheless," said Charlie, rising, " I will make 
 the attempt," 
 
OF TIIE SKA ANT) TrtE ROCKIES. 
 
 dC5 
 
 "Hopeless," said Crossley. "Sheer madness," 
 added Stride. Mrs. Leather shook her head and 
 wept gently. Mrs. Brooke sighed and cast down 
 her eyes. Miss MoUoy—who was of the council, 
 being by that time cognisant of all the family 
 secrets-^clasped her hands and looked miserable. 
 Of all that conclave the only one who did not throw 
 cold water on our hero was pretty little brown-eyed 
 May. She cast on him a look of trusting gratitude 
 which blew a long smouldering spark into such a 
 flame that the waters of Niagara in winter would 
 have failed to quench it 
 
 " I can't tell you yet, friends, what I intend to 
 do," said Charlie. "All I can say is that I'm 
 off to London. I shaU probably be away some 
 time, but will write to mother occasionally. So 
 good-bye." 
 
 He said a good deal more, of course, but that was 
 the gist of it. 
 
 May accompanied him to the door. 
 
 "Oh I thank you— thank you!" she said, with 
 trembling lip and tearful eyes as she held out her 
 hand, " I feel sure that you will find father." 
 
 « I think I shall, May. Indeed I also feel sure 
 that I shall— God helping me." 
 
 At the ticket office ho found that the clerk 
 remembered very little. He knew the old gentle- 
 man well by sight, indeed, but was in the habit of 
 selUng tickets to so many people that it was 
 
866 
 
 CHARLII TO THE BBSOITI : A TALI 
 
 impossible for him to romombor where they booked 
 to. In fact the only thing that had fixed Mr. 
 Leather at all in his memory was the fact that the 
 old man had dropped his ticket, had no money to 
 take another, and had pleaded earnestly to let him 
 have one on trust, a request with which ho dared 
 not comply — but fortunately, a porter found and 
 restored the ticket. 
 
 "Is the porter you refer to still hero?" asked 
 Charlie. 
 
 Yes, he was there ; and Charlie soon found him. 
 J The porter recollected the incident perfectly, for the 
 old gentleman, he said, had made a considerable 
 fuss about the lost ticket. 
 
 "And you can't remember the station he went 
 tol" 
 
 " No, sir, but I do remember something about his 
 saying ho wanted to go to Whitechapel — I think it 
 was— or Whitehall, I forget which, but I 'm sure it 
 was white something." 
 
 With this very slender clew Charlie Brooke 
 presented himself in due time at Scotland Yard, at 
 which fountain-head of London policedoni he gave a 
 graphic account of the missing man and the circum- 
 stances attending his disappearance. Thence he 
 went to the headquarters of the London City 
 Mission ; introduced himself to a sympathetic 
 secretary there, and was soon put in communication 
 with one of the most intelligent of those valuable 
 
 
Of THE flf A AND Tm? ROCICf Rfl. 
 
 867 
 
 booknd 
 led Mr. 
 that the 
 loney to 
 let him 
 10 dared 
 uid and 
 
 M 
 
 asked 
 
 nd him. 
 , for the 
 idorablo 
 
 he went 
 
 bout his 
 think it 
 1 sure it 
 
 Brooke 
 iTard, at 
 B gave a 
 circum- 
 mce he 
 )n City 
 pathetic 
 tiication 
 valuable 
 
 '•olf-sacrificing and devoted men who may bo styled 
 the salt of the London slums. This good man's 
 district embraced part of Whitochapel. 
 
 "I will help you to the extent of my power, Mr. 
 Brooke," he said, " but your quest will be a (lillicult 
 one. peihaps dangerous. How do you j ropoae to 
 go about it ? " 
 
 "By visiting all the low lodging-houses in White- 
 chapol first," said Charlie. 
 
 "That will take a long time," said the City 
 Missionary, smiling. " Low lodging-houses are some- 
 what numerous in these parts." 
 
 " I am aware of that, Mr. Stansfield, and mean to 
 take time," returned our hero promptly. "And 
 what I want of you is to take me into one or two of 
 them, 80 that I may see something of them while 
 under your guidance. After that I will get their 
 streets and numbers from you, or through you, and 
 will then visit them by myself." 
 
 ^"But, excuse me, my friend," returned the 
 missionary, "your appearance in such places will 
 attract more attention than you might wish, and 
 would interfere with your investigations, besides 
 exposing you to danger, for the very worst charac- 
 ters in London are sometimes to be found in such 
 places. Only men of the police force and we city 
 missionaries can go among them with impunity." 
 
 "I have counted the cost, Mr. Stansfield, and 
 intend to run the risk ; but thank you, all the same. 
 
 ill" 
 
V 
 
 M f 
 
 868 
 
 OIIAKLIE TO THE UEflOUI: A TALI 
 
 for your woll-moatit warning. Can you go roun<r 
 one or two tliia afternoon ? '* » 
 
 " I can, with pleaauro, and will provide you with 
 Afl many lodging-houflo addrussus as I can procure. 
 Do you live far from this ? " 
 
 "No, quite cIobo. A gcntlonian who waw in your 
 Secretary's ofTlco when I called recommended a 
 small lodging-house kept hy a Mrs. Butt in tlie 
 neighbourhood of Flower and Dean Street. You 
 know that region well, I suppose?" 
 
 "Ay—intimately; and I know Mrs. Butt too — a 
 very respectable woman. Come, then, let us start 
 on our mission." 
 
 Accordingly Mr. Stansfield introduced his inex- 
 perienced friend into two of the principal lodging- 
 houses in that neighbourhood. They merely passed 
 through them, and the missionary, besides comment- 
 ing on all that they saw, told liis new friend where 
 and what to pay for a night's lodging. He also 
 explained the few rules that were connected with 
 those sinks into which the dregs of the metropolitan 
 human family ultimately settle. Then he accom- 
 panied Charlie to the door of his new lodging and 
 bade him good-night. 
 
 It was a dingy little room in which our hero 
 found himself, having an empty and rusty fire-grate 
 on one side and a window on the other, from which 
 there was visible a landscape of paved court. The 
 foreground of the landscape was a pump, the middle 
 
 
^ 
 
 '» 
 
 round 
 
 'ou with 
 procure. 
 
 in your 
 mdad a 
 
 1 in iho 
 
 t. You 
 
 i too — a 
 us start 
 
 is inex- 
 lodging- 
 y passed 
 )mment- 
 d where 
 Ho also 
 :ed with 
 opolitan 
 accom- 
 ing and 
 
 VLT hero 
 ire-grate 
 n which 
 rt. The 
 3 middle 
 
 
 Of Till SKA AND THE nOCKlKS. 300 
 
 dUtanco a wuHh-tuh. and the background a brick 
 wall, ubout ton feet distant and fifteen feet high 
 Tliero was no sky to the landscape, by reanon of 
 the next house. The furniture was in keeping with 
 the view. 
 
 Observing a small sofa of the last century on its 
 last logs in a corner, Charlie sat down on it and 
 rose again instantly, owing apparently to rheumatic 
 complaints from its legs. 
 
 "U! sir," said the landlady, who had followed 
 him into the room, "you don't need to fear r ly- 
 think. That sofur, sir, 'as bin in my family for 
 three generations. The frame was renoo'd before I 
 was born, an' the legs I 'ad taken ofl' an' noo ones 
 putt on about fifteen year ago last Easter as 
 ever was. My last lodger ee went through the 
 bottom of it, w'ich obliged me to 'avo that renoo'd, 
 so it's stronger than ever it were. If you only 
 keep it well shoved up agin the wall, sir, it 11 stand 
 a'most any weight-only it won't stand jumpin' on. 
 You mustn't jump on it, sir, with your feetl" 
 
 Charlie promised solemnly that ho would not 
 jump on it either with his feet or head, and then 
 asked if he could have tea and a fire. On being in- 
 formed that ho could have both, he drew out^his 
 purse and said — 
 
 "Now, Mrs. Butt, I expect to stay here for two or 
 three weeks-perhaps longer. My name is Brooke. 
 I was advised to come here by a gentleman in the 
 
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370 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE nESCU7, : A TALE 
 
 a' 
 
 Si 
 
 !M 
 
 offices of the City Mission. I shall have no visitors 
 —being utterly unknown ii. this neighbourhood— 
 except, perhaps, the missionary who parted from mo 
 
 at the door " 
 
 " Mr. Stansticld, sii ? " said the landlady. 
 
 " Yes. You know him ? " 
 
 "I've knowed 'im for years, sh. I shall only be 
 too pie? fed to 'ave any friend of 'is in my ouse, I 
 assure you." 
 
 "That's well. Now, Mrs. Butt, my motive in 
 
 coming here is to discover a runaway relation " 
 
 , "La! sir— a little boy ? " 
 
 " No, Mrs. Butt, a " 
 
 " Surely not a little giLvl, sir," said the landlady, 
 with a sympathetic expression. 
 
 " It is of no consequence what or who the run- 
 away relation ij, Mrs. Butt ; I merely mention the 
 fact in order that you may understand the reason of 
 any little eccentricity you may notice in my con- 
 duct, and not perplex your mind about it. For 
 . instance, I shall have no regular hours— may be out 
 late or early— it may be even all night. You will 
 give me a pass-key, and I will let myself in. 
 The only thing I will probably ask for will be a cup 
 of tea or coffee. Pray let me have one about; an 
 hour hence. I 'm going out at present. Here is a 
 week's rent in advance." 
 
 « Shali I put on a fire, sir ? " asked Mrs. Butt. 
 
 " Well, yes — you may." 
 
 
Ill' 
 
 10 visitors 
 )uvhood — 
 I from mo 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 371 
 
 ill only bo 
 ly 'ouse, I 
 
 motive in 
 tion " 
 
 landlady, 
 
 ) the run- 
 antion the 
 2 reason of 
 
 I my con- 
 t it. For 
 nay ue out 
 
 You will 
 myself in. 
 
 II be a cup 
 > abouo an 
 
 Here is a 
 
 !. Butt. . 
 
 
 "Toast, sir?" 
 
 "Yes, yes,'^ said Charlie, opening the outer 
 door. 
 
 "'Ot or cold, sir?" 
 
 '"Ot, and huttered," cried Charlie, with a laugh, as 
 he shut tha door after him and rendered further 
 communication impossible. 
 
 Weuding his way through the poor streets in the 
 
 midst of which his lodging was situated, our hero 
 
 at last found an old-clothes store, which he entered. 
 
 "I want a suit of old clothes," he said to the 
 
 owner, a Jew, who came forward. 
 
 The Jew smiled, spread out his hands after the 
 manner of a Frenchman, and said, " My shop, sir, is 
 at your disposal." 
 
 After careful inspection Charlie selected a fustian 
 coat of extremely ragged appearance, with trousers 
 to match, also a sealskin vest of a mangy complexion, 
 likewise a soiled and battered billycock hat, sJ 
 shockingly bad that it was difficult to imagine it to 
 have ever had better days at all. 
 
 " Are they clean ? " he asked. 
 
 "Bin baked and fumigated, sir," answered the 
 Jew solemnly. 
 
 As the look and smell of the garments gave some 
 countenance to the truth of this statement, Charlie 
 paid the price demanded, had them wrapped up in 
 a green cotton handkerchief, and carried them off. 
 
 Arrived at his lodging he let himself in, entered 
 
 11 
 
372 
 
 CHARUE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 ' » '-Hi 
 
 * i 
 
 his room, and threw the bundle in a corner. Then 
 he rang for tea. 
 
 It was growing dark by that time, but a 
 yellow-cotton blind shut out the prospect, and a 
 cheery fire in the grate lighted up the little room 
 brightly, casting a rich glow on the yellow-white 
 table-cloth, which had been already spread, and 
 creating a feeling of coziness in powerful contrast 
 to the sensation of dreariness which had assailed 
 him on his first entrance. When Mrs. Butt had 
 placed a paraffin lamp on the table, with a dark- 
 brown teapot, a thick glass sugar-bowl, a cream-jug 
 to match, and a plate of thick-buttered toast that 
 scented the atmosphere deliciously, our hero thought 
 — not for the first time in his life— that wealth was 
 a delusion, besides being a snare. 
 
 " ' One wants but little here below,' " he mused, as 
 he glanced round the apartment ; " but he wants it 
 longer than that" thought he, as his eyes wandered 
 to the ancient sofa, which was obviously eighteen 
 inches too short for him. 
 
 "I 'ope you've found 'im, sir," said Mrs. Butt 
 anxiously, as she was about to retire. 
 
 " Found who ? " 
 
 "Your relation, sir; the little boy — I mean 
 
 gurl." 
 
 " No, I have found neither the boy nor the girl," 
 returned the lodger sharply. " Hvaven't even begun 
 to look for them yet." 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 373 
 
 er. Then 
 
 e, but a 
 }ct, and a 
 ittle room 
 llow-white 
 Dread, and 
 il contrast 
 id assailed 
 Butt had 
 bh a dark- 
 cream-jug 
 toast that 
 ro thought 
 vealth was 
 
 J mused, as 
 le wants it 
 ! wandered 
 y eighteen 
 
 Mrs. Butt 
 
 -I mean 
 
 r the girl," 
 >yen begun 
 
 "Oh I beg parding, sir, I didn't know there was 
 two of *em." 
 
 "Neither are there. There 's only one. Fetch me 
 some hot water, Mrs. Butt, your tea is too good. I 
 never take it strong." 
 
 The landlady retired, and, on returning with the 
 water, found her lodger so deep in a newspaper that 
 she did not venture to interrupt him. 
 
 ^ Tea over, Charlie locked his door and clothed 
 himself in his late purchase, which fitted him fairly 
 well, considering that he had measured it only by 
 eye. Putting on the billycock, and tying the green 
 cotton kerchief loosely round his neck to hide his 
 shirt, he stepped in front of the looking-glass above 
 the mantelpiece. 
 
 At sight of himself he was prepared to be 
 amused, but he had not expected to be shocked I 
 Yet shocked he certainly was, for the transforma- 
 tion was so complete that it suddenly revealed to 
 him something of the depth of degradation to which 
 he might fall-to which many a man as good as 
 himself, if not better, had fallen. Then amusement 
 rose within him, for he was the very beau-ideal of 
 a typical burglar, or a prize-fighter: big, square- 
 shouldered, deep-chested, large-chinned. The only 
 parts that did not quite correspond to the type were 
 his straight, weU-f ormed nose and his clear blue eyes, 
 but these defects were put right by slightly droopin^r 
 his eyelids, pushing his billycock a little back on 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 his head, and drawing a lock of hair in a drunken 
 fashion over his forehead. 
 
 Suddenly an idea occurred to him. Slipping his 
 latchkey into his pocket he went out of the house' 
 and closed the door softly. Then he rang the bell. 
 
 " Is the gcn'leman at *ome ? " he asked of Mrs. 
 Butt, in a gruff, hoarse voice, as if still engaged in a 
 struggle with a bad cold. 
 
 "What gentleman ? " asked Mrs. Butt, eyeing him 
 suspiciously. 
 
 " W'y, the gen'leman as sent for me to give *im 
 iboxin' lessons — Buck or Book, or some sitch name." 
 
 "Brooke, you mean," said Mrs. Butt, still sus- 
 picious, and interposing her solid person in the 
 doorway. 
 
 "Ay, that's the cove—the gen'leman I mean 
 came here this arternoon to lodge wi' a Missis Butt 
 or Brute, or suthin' o* that sort — air you Mrs. 
 Brute ? " 
 
 "Certainly not," answered the landlady, with 
 indignation ; " but I *m Mrs. Butt." 
 
 " Well, it *s all the same. I ax yer parding for 
 the mistake, but there 's sitch a mixin' up o' Brutes 
 an' Brookes, an' Butts an' Bucks, that it comes hard 
 o' a man o' no edication to speak of to take it all in. 
 This gen'leman, Mr. Brute, 'e said if 'e was bout 
 w'en I called I was to wait, an' say you was to 
 make tea for two, an' 'ave it laid in the bedroom as 
 e *d require the parlour for the mill." 
 
 *^ » 
 
drunken 
 
 pping his 
 ;he house' 
 the bell. 
 [ of Mrs. 
 aged in a 
 
 '^eing him 
 
 give *im 
 jh name." 
 still sus- 
 a in the 
 
 I mean 
 ssis Butt 
 ^ou Mrs. 
 
 dy, with 
 
 rding for 
 o' Emtes 
 mes hard 
 it all in. 
 fvas bout 
 1 was to 
 droom as 
 
 or THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 375 
 
 The man's evident knowledge of her lodger's 
 affairs, and his gross stupidity, disarmed Mrs. Butt 
 She would have laughed at his last speech if it had 
 not been for the astounding conclusion. T-.a in the 
 bedroom and a mill in the parlour the first night 
 was a degree of eccentricity she had not even con- 
 ceived of. 
 
 '* Come in, then, young man," she said, making 
 way. "You'll find Mr. Brooke in the parlour at 
 his tea." 
 
 The prize-fighter stepped quickly along the dark 
 passage into the parlour, and while the somewhat 
 sluggish Mrs. Butt was closing the door she over- 
 heard her lodger exclaim— 
 
 "Ha! Jem Mace, this is good of you-veiy good 
 of you-to come so promptly. Mrs. Butt," shouting 
 at the parlour door, "another cup and plate for Mr" 
 Mace, and— and bring the ham / " 
 
 " The 'am ! " repeated Mrs. Butt softly to herself 
 
 as she gazed in perplexity round her little kitchen' 
 
 " did 'e oidei Si 'am V * 
 
 Unable to solve the riddle she gave it up and 
 
 carried m the cup and saucer and plate. 
 
 "I beg your parding, sir, you mentioned a 'am » 
 she began, but stopped abruptly on seeing no one 
 there but the prze-fighter standing before the fire 
 m a free-and-easy manner with his hands in his 
 breeches pockets. 
 
 The light of the street-lamps had very imperfectly 
 
 ¥ 
 
dtb 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUB-: A TALE 
 
 revealed the person of Jem Mace. Now that Mrs. 
 Butt saw him slouching in all his native hideousness 
 against her mantelpiece in the full blaze of a par- 
 affin lamp, she inwardly congratulated herself that 
 Mr. Brooke was such a big strong man — almost a 
 match, she thought, for Mace I 
 
 " I thought you said the gen'leman was in the 
 parlour, Mrs. Brute ? " said Mace inquiringly. 
 
 "So 'e — was," answered the perplexed lady, 
 looking round the room ; " didn't I 'ear 'im a-shakin' 
 'ands wi' you, an' a-shoutin' for 'am ? " 
 , " "Well, Mrs. Brute, I dun know what you 'eard ; 
 all I know is that I 've not seed 'im yet." 
 
 "'E must be in the bedroom," said Mrs. Butt, 
 with a dazed look. 
 
 "No 'e ain't there," returned the prize-fighter; 
 " I 've bin all over it — looked under the bed, into 
 the cupboard, through the key'ole; — p'r'aps," he 
 added, turning quickly, " 'e may be up the chimbly !" 
 
 The expression on poor Mrs. Butt's face now 
 alarmed Charlie, who instantly doffed his billycock 
 and resumed his natural voice and manner. 
 
 " Forgive me, Mrs. Butt, if I have been somewhat 
 reckless," he said, " in testing my disguise on you. 
 I really had no intention till a few minutes ago of 
 playing such a practical " 
 
 "Well, well, Mr. Brooke," broke in the amazed 
 yet amiable creature at this point, "I do assure 
 you as I 'd never 'ave know'd you from the worst 
 
 
'I 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 377 
 
 it Mrs. 
 ousnesa 
 ' a par- 
 3lf that 
 [most a 
 
 in the 
 
 t 
 
 i lady, 
 ■shakin' 
 
 1 'eard ; 
 
 s. Butt, 
 
 fighter ; 
 ed, into 
 ps," he 
 imbly!" 
 ce now 
 illycock 
 
 mewhat 
 
 on you. 
 
 ago of 
 
 
 character in Witechapel. I wouldn't have trusted 
 you— not with a sixpence. You was born to be a 
 play-actor, sirl I declare that Jem Mace have 
 
 given me a turn that But why disguise yourself 
 
 in this way, Mr. Brooke ? " 
 
 " Because I am going to haunt the low lodging- 
 houses, Mrs. Butt, and I could not well do that, you 
 know, in the character of a gentleman ; and as you 
 have taken it so amiably I'm glad I tried my 
 hand here first, for it will make me feel much more 
 at ease." 
 
 " And well it may, sir. I only 'ope it won't get 
 you into trouble, for if the p'leece go lookin' for a 
 burglar, or murderer, or desprit ruffian, where you 
 'appen to be, they 're sure to run you in. The only 
 think I would point out, sir, if I may be so free, is 
 that your *ands an' face is too clean." 
 
 "That is easily remedied," said Charlie, with a 
 laugh, as he stooped and rubbed his hands among 
 the ashes ; then, taking a piece of cinder, he made 
 sundry marks on his countenance therewith, which, 
 when judiciously touched in with a little water and 
 some ashes, converted our hero into as thorough a 
 scoundrel as ever walked the streets of London at 
 unseasonable hours of night. 
 
 lil'i'^ 
 
 in 
 
 •m 
 
 amazed 
 ) assure 
 e worst 
 
378 
 
 CTIAnUE TO THE RESCT7B : A TALE 
 
 CHAPTEE XXXI. 
 
 fAILDBB AND A NBW SOBNT, 
 
 Although our hero's plan of search may seem 
 to some rather Quixotic, there was nothing further 
 , from his thoughts than merely playing at the game 
 of amateur detective. Being enthusiastic and 
 sanguine, besides being spurred on by an intense 
 desire to rescue the father of May Leather, Charlie 
 Brooke was thoroughly in earnest in his plan. He 
 knew that it would be useless to attempt such a 
 search and rescue in any other capacity than that 
 of a genuine pauper, at least in appearance and 
 action. He therefore resolved to conduct the search 
 in character, and to plunge at once into the deepest 
 pools of the slums 
 
 It is not our intention to carry the reader through 
 the Arabian-night-like adventures which he ex- 
 perienced in his quest. Suffice it to say that he 
 did not find the lost man in the pools in which he 
 fished for him, but he ultimately, after many weeks, 
 found one who led him to the goal he aimed at. 
 Meanwhile there were revealed to him numerous 
 
ay seem 
 
 ; further 
 
 tie game 
 
 tic and 
 
 intense 
 
 Charlie 
 
 tn. He 
 
 such a 
 
 an that 
 
 ice and 
 
 B search 
 
 deepest 
 
 ;hrough 
 he ex- 
 that he 
 lich he 
 weeks, 
 at. 
 merous 
 
 0» HIE 8U AND THE ROCKIES. ST* 
 
 ph«es of life_o,, „ther. of living death-in the 
 slums of the great city which caused him many a 
 heartache at the time, and led him ever afterwards 
 to cons^er with anxious pity the condition of the 
 poor, the so-called lost and lapsed, the depraved 
 degraded, and unfortunate. Of course he found- 
 as so many had found before him-that the demon 
 Dnnk was at the bottom of most of the misejv he 
 ^^esse d,b„, he also learned that whereosX 
 weak and vicious natures dated the commencement 
 of their iinal descent and fall from the time when 
 they began t^ drink, many of the strong and Z 
 cious spirits had begun a life of wickedness in earTy 
 
 httk additional fuel to the already roaring flame 
 
 JL " T'! '"""'" """ ■"«» °' a" stamps and 
 
 houses of dl great cities. .At first Charlie did not 
 
 etcht h ?' 'r '" ~"^ -°-Sed in the 
 s arch for his friend, and anxious to avoid drawing 
 attention on himself; but as he grew familiar witS 
 these scenes of misery and destitution he graduallv 
 began to be interested in the affairs of other peol 
 and- as he was eminently sympathetic, he became the' 
 confidant of several paupers, young and old. A few 
 tried to draw him out, but he quietly checked Uieir 
 
 CUriOSltV Wlf,linnf. mir,-«« ^cc^^.. 
 
 '■■ fe*"-'"© UilUilUtJ. 
 
 It may be remarked here that he at once dropped 
 
380 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE KE8CUE : A TALI 
 
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 I;, 
 
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 111 
 
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 !|.pi! 
 
 hi! 
 
 < 
 
 the fltylo of talk which he had adopted when repre- 
 senting Jem Mace, because ho found so many in 
 the lodging-liouaos who had fallen from a good 
 position in society that grammatical language was 
 by no moans singular. His size and strength also 
 saved him from much annoyance, for the roughs, 
 who might otherwise havo bullied him, felt that it 
 would bo wise to leave him alone. 
 
 On one occasion, however, his pacific principles 
 were severely tested as well as his manhood, and 
 as this led to important results we must recount the 
 incident. 
 
 There was a little lame, elderly man, who was a 
 habitual visitor at one of the houses which our hero 
 frequented. He was a humorous character, who 
 made light of his troubles, and was a general 
 favourite. Charlie had felt interested in the man, 
 and in ordinary circumstances would have inquired 
 into his history, but, us we have said, he laid some 
 restraint on his natural tendency to inquire and 
 sympathise. As it was, however, he showed his 
 goodwill by many little acts of kindness — such as 
 making way for Zook — so he was called — when he 
 wanted to get to the general fire to boil his tea or 
 coffee ; giving him a portion of his own food on the 
 half pretence that he had eaten as much as he 
 wanted, etc. 
 
 There was another habitud of the same lodging, 
 named Stoker, whose temperament was the very 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE UOCKIEfl. 
 
 Ml 
 
 on ropre- 
 nmny in 
 L a good 
 ;imgo was 
 ngth also 
 
 rouglis, 
 It that it 
 
 mnciples 
 lood, and 
 sount the 
 
 ho was a 
 
 our hero 
 
 jter, who 
 
 1 general 
 the man, 
 
 inquired 
 aid some 
 [uire and 
 owed his 
 -such as 
 ■when he 
 lis tea or 
 3d on the 
 )h as he 
 
 ) lodging, 
 the very 
 
 opposite to that of little Zook. Ho was a huge, 
 burly dock labourer; an ex-prizo-fightcr and a 
 disturber of the peace wherever ho went. Between 
 Stoker and Zook there was nothing in common savo 
 their poverty, and the former had taken a strong 
 dislike to the latter, presumably on the ground of 
 Zook's superiority in everything except bulk of 
 frame. Charlie had come into slight collision with 
 Stoker on Zook's account more than once, and had 
 tried to make peace between them, but Stoker was 
 essentially a bully ; he would listen to no advice, 
 and had more than once told the would-be peace- 
 maker to mind his own business. 
 
 One evening, towards the close of our hero's 
 search among the lodging-houses, little Zook entered 
 the kitchen of the establishment, tea-pot and penny 
 loaf in hand. He hastened towards the roaring 
 fire that might have roasted a whole sheep, and 
 which. served to warm the entire basement story 
 OP kitchen, of the tenement. 
 
 "Here, Zook," said Charlie, as the former passed 
 the table at which he was seated taking his supper, 
 " I 've bought more than I can eat, as usual I I 've 
 got two red-herrings and can eat only one. Will 
 you help me ? " 
 
 " It 's aU fish that comes to my net, Charlie," said 
 the little man, skipping towards his friend, and 
 accepting the herring with a ffratftfnl hnf. «vo««^«.f . i 
 bow. 
 
333 
 
 CiiAAUi TO TUis aiCiCUS: A TALI 
 
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 (I 
 
 n 
 
 Wo oiuittod to Bay that our hero paaacd among 
 tho paupers by his Christian nnmo, wliich bo had 
 given as being, from ita very universality, tlio best 
 possible alias. 
 
 A few iniuutos later Stoker entered and went to 
 the fire, where loud, angry voices soon told that 
 the bully was at his old game of peace-disturber. 
 Presently a cry of " shame " was hoard, and poor Zook 
 was seen lying on the floor with his nose blecc'It;^. 
 
 " Who cried shame ?" demanded the bully, looking 
 fiercely round. 
 , "/did not," said Charlie Brooke, striding towards 
 him, '• for I did not know it was you who knocked 
 him down, but I do cry shame on you now, for 
 striking a man so much smaller than yourself, and 
 without provocation, I warrant." 
 
 " An' pray who are you ? " returned Stoker, in a 
 tone that was meant to be witheringly sarcastic. 
 
 "I am one who likes fair play," said Charlie, 
 restraining his anger, for he was still anxious to 
 throw oil on the troubled waters, " and if you call 
 it fair play for a heavy-weight like you to attack 
 such a light-weight as Zook, yon m' st havr f'^r- 
 gotten somehow that you ... an Englishman. 
 Come, now. Stoker, say to Zook you are sorry and 
 won't worry him any more, and I'm sure 'he'll 
 forgive you ! " 
 
 ■ Hear 1 hear ! " cried several of the on-lookers. 
 "■ Puihapa I mai/ forgive 'im," said Zook, with a 
 
Of TUB SBA kVn Tni ROOKHi, 
 
 983 
 
 k1 among 
 
 1 bo had 
 
 the iMjflt 
 
 I wont to 
 
 told that 
 Jisturbcr. 
 )oor Zook 
 lecdiug. 
 f, looking 
 
 I towards 
 
 knocked 
 
 now, for 
 
 rself, and 
 
 kcr, in a 
 astic. 
 Charlie, 
 ixious to 
 you call 
 :o attack 
 lavr fnr- 
 jlishman. 
 oriy and 
 ire he'll 
 
 okers. 
 :, with a 
 
 hinnorous lecr.ns ho wiped his blooding nosi^-Td 
 do tt'niost anything to pleaw Charlie!" 
 
 This was received with a goneral laugh, but 
 Stoker did not laugh ; ho turned on our hero with 
 ft look of mingled pity and contempt, 
 
 " No, Mister Chorlio," he said, " I won't say I 'ni 
 sorry, because I 'd tell a big lie if I did, and I 'II 
 worry hini just as much as I please. But I '11 tell 
 'o what I '11 do. If you show yourself as ready wi' 
 your bunches o' lives as you are wi' yer tongue, and 
 agree to fight me, I '11 miy to Zook that I 'm sorry 
 and won't worry 'im any more." 
 
 There was dead silence for a minute after tho 
 delivery of this challenge, and much curiosity was 
 exhibited as to how it would bo taken. Charlie cast 
 down his eyes in perplexity. Like many big and 
 strong men he was averse to use his superior physi- 
 cal powers in fighting. Besides this, he had been 
 trained by his mother to regard it as more noble to 
 suffer than to avenge insults, and there is no doubt 
 that If tho bully's insult had affected only himself 
 he would have avoided him, if possible, rather than 
 come into conflict. Having been trained, also to 
 let Scripture furnish him with rules for action 'his 
 mmd irresistibly recalled the turning of the "other 
 cheek" to the smiter, but the fact that he was at 
 that moment acting in defence of another, not of him- 
 self, prevented that from relieving him. Suddenly 
 —like the lightning flash—there arose to him the 
 
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 334 
 
 CHARLIE t6 the RESCUE : A TALE 
 
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 words, "Smite a scorner and the simple will beware"! 
 Indeed, all that we have mentioned, and much more, 
 passed through his troubled brain with the speed of 
 light. Lifting his eyes calmly to the face ©f his 
 opponent ho said — 
 
 *' I acoopt your challenge." 
 
 "No, no, Charlie!" cried ^he alarmed Zook, in a 
 reuionstrativG tone, "you'll do nothing of the sort. 
 The man's a old prize-fighter! You haven't a 
 chance. Why, I'll fight him myself rather than 
 let you do it." 
 
 And with that the little man began to square up 
 and twirl his fists and skip about in front of the 
 bully in spite of his lameness— but took good care 
 to keep well out of his reach. 
 
 "It's a bargain, then," said Charlie, holding out 
 his hand. 
 
 " Done ! " answered the bully, grasping it. 
 
 " Well, then, the sooner we settle this business 
 the better," continued Charlie. "Where shall it 
 come off?" 
 
 " Prize-fightin 's agin the law," suggested an old 
 pauper, who seemed to fear they were about to set 
 to in the kitchen. 
 
 " So it is, old man," said Charlie, " and I would 
 be the last to engage in such a thing, but this is not 
 a prize-fight, for there's no prize. It's simply a 
 fight in defence of weakness against brute strength 
 and tyranny." 
 
 i"i 
 
ALE 
 
 will beware"! 
 d much more, 
 the speed of 
 I face ©f his 
 
 1 Zook, in a 
 of the sort. 
 
 u haven't a 
 rather than 
 
 io square up 
 front of the 
 'k good care 
 
 holding out 
 
 ig it. 
 
 his business 
 
 ere shall it 
 
 ssted an old 
 ibout to set 
 
 nd I would 
 it this is not 
 's simply a 
 ite strength 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 386 
 
 There were only a few of the usual inhabitants of 
 the kitchen present at the time, for it wag yet early 
 in the ovening. This was lucky, as it permitted of 
 the fight being gone about quietly. 
 
 In tlie upper part of the building there was an 
 empty room of considerable size which had been 
 used as a furniture store, and happened at that time 
 to have been cleared out with the view of addin<> it 
 to the lodging. There, it was arranged, the event 
 should come off, and to this apartment proceeded all 
 the inhabitants of the kitchen who were interested 
 in the matter. A good many, however, remained 
 behind-some because they did not like fights 
 some because they did not believe that the parties 
 were m earnest, others because they were too much 
 taken up with and oppressed by their own sorrow*, 
 and a few because, being what is called fuddled' 
 they did not understand or care anything about thj 
 matter at all. Thus it came to pass that all the 
 proceedings were quiet and orderly, and there was 
 no fear of interruption by the police. 
 
 Arrived at the scene of action, a ring was formed 
 by the spectators standing round the walls, which 
 they did m a single row, for there was plenty of 
 room. Then Stoker strode into the middle of the 
 room, pulled off his coat, vest, and shirt, which he 
 flung into a corner, and stood up, stripped to the 
 waist, like a genuine performer in the ring. Charlie 
 also threw off coat and vest, but retained his shirt- 
 
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 386 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE ; A TALE 
 
 W7- 
 
 ill 
 
 "i" 
 
 an old striped cotton one in harmony with his other 
 garments. 
 
 " I 'm not a professional," he said, as he stepped 
 forward; "you've no objection, I suppose, to my 
 keeping on my shirt ? " 
 
 " None whatever," replied Stoker, with a patron- 
 ising air ; " p'r'aps it may be as well for fear you 
 should kitch cold." 
 
 Charlie smiled, and held out his hand—" You 
 see," he said, " that at least I understand the civi- 
 lities of the ring." 
 
 There was an approving laugh at this as the 
 champions shook hands and stood on guard. 
 
 "I am quite willing even yet," said Charlie, while in 
 this attitude, " to settle this matter without fighting 
 if you '11 only agree to leave Zook alone in future." 
 
 This was a clear showing of the white feather in 
 the opinion of Stoker, who replied with a thundering 
 "No!" and at the same moment made a savage 
 blow at Charlie's face. 
 
 Our hero was prepared for it. He put his head 
 quickly to one side, let the blow pass, and with his 
 left hand lightly tapped the bridge of his opponent's 
 nose. 
 
 " Hah ! a liammytoor ! " exclaimed the ex-pugilist 
 in some surprise. 
 
 Charlie said nothing, but replied with the grim 
 smile with which in school-days he had been wont 
 to indicate that he meant mischief. The smile 
 
h his other 
 
 he stepped 
 )se, to my 
 
 a patron- 
 r fear you 
 
 nd— "You 
 I the civi- 
 
 lis as the 
 rd. 
 
 ie, while in 
 ut fighting 
 tt future." 
 feather in 
 ihundering 
 } a savage 
 
 b his head 
 d with his 
 opponent's 
 
 3x-pugilist 
 
 the grim 
 been wont 
 rhe smile 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. $87 
 
 passed quickly, however, for even at that moment 
 he would gladly have hailed a truce, so deeply did he 
 feel what he conceived to be the degradation of his 
 position-a feeling which neither his disreputable 
 appearance nor his miserable associates had yet been 
 able to produce. 
 
 But nothing was further from the intention of 
 Stoker than a truce. Savages usually attribute for- 
 bearance to cowardice. War to the knife was in 
 his heart, and he rushed at Charlie with a shower 
 of sloggmg blows, which were meant to end the 
 fight at once. But they failed to do so. Our hero 
 mmbly evaded the blows, acting entirely on the 
 defensive and when Stoker at length paused, pant- 
 ing, the hammytoor was standing before him quite 
 cool, and with the grim look intensified 
 
 shot forth a blow which one of the juvenile by. 
 standers described as a « stinger on the beak f " 
 
 The owner of the beak felt it so keenly, that he 
 lost temper and made another savage assault, which 
 was met m much the same way, with this difference 
 that his opponent delivered several more stingers' 
 on the unfortunate beak, which after that would 
 have been more correctly described as a bulb 
 
 Again the ex-pugilist paused for breath, and again 
 the "hammytoor" stood up before him smilin<. 
 
 more grimly than ever— .mntinr. « k^.i. ... _• , ° 
 - ^— ^-..^ ^ xiuwc, ib 13 true, 
 
 but quite unscathed about the face, for he had 
 
888 
 
 CHAHLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 'i 
 
 guarded it with great care although he had received 
 some rather severe body blows. 
 
 Seeing this, Stoker descended to mean practices, 
 and in his next assault attempted, and with par- 
 tial success, to hit below the belt. This roused a 
 spirit of indignation in Charlie, which gave strength 
 to his arm and vigour to his action. The next time 
 Stoker paused for breath, Charlie— as the juvenile 
 bystander remarked—" went for him," planted a blow 
 under each eye, a third on his fr rehead, and a 
 fourth on his chest, with such astounding rapidity 
 and force that the man was driven up against the 
 wall with a crash that shook the whole edifice. 
 
 Stoker dropped and remained stiU. There were 
 no seconds, no sponges or calling of time at that 
 encounter. It was altogether an informal episode, 
 and when Charlie saw his antagonist drop, he 
 kneeled down beside him with a feeling of anxiety 
 lest he bad killed him. 
 
 "My poor man," he said, "are you much 
 hurt?" 
 
 « Oh ! you Ve no need to fear for me," said Stoker 
 recovering himself a little, and sitting up—" but I 
 throw up the sponge. Stoker's day is over w'en 
 'e's knocked out o' time by a hammytoor, and Zook 
 is free to bile 'is pot unmorlested in futur'." 
 
 " Come, it was worth a fight to bring you to that 
 
 state of mind, my man," said Charlie, laughing. 
 
 xlere, two of you, help to take him down and wash 
 
I received 
 
 practices, 
 vith par- 
 roused a 
 I strength 
 lext time 
 ! juvenile 
 ed a blow 
 i, and a 
 rapidity 
 ainst the 
 ice. 
 
 ere were 
 
 at that 
 
 episode, 
 
 Irop, he 
 
 ' anxiety 
 
 I much 
 
 i Stoker 
 -" but I 
 jr w'en 
 id Zook 
 
 to that 
 LUghing. 
 id wash 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 339 
 
 the ul^^^^ T r? '"' ^^"'^'^^ ^ «°-«reign to 
 the juvenile bystander already mentioned "lout 
 and buy sausages for the whole company.'' ' "' 
 
 oZ wit^ '"'' '^ '^' ^^°S looked at each 
 
 rebound of TT ''^"^"°'^^' ''' ^^-^-> ^n the 
 
 than an hour thereafter ^^ 
 
 most of the paupers were asleep in their poor beds 
 dreaming, perchance, of '■ better days " when pork 
 sausages were not so tremendous a trTat S 
 Zook we„, to the table at which Charlie 1 h 
 
 the game 's np wi' you, whatever it was." ' 
 
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 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 " What d' you mean, Zook ? " 
 " Well, I just mean that it 's o' no manner o' use 
 your tryin' to sail any longer under false colours in 
 this here establishment." 
 
 " I must still ask you to explain yourself," said 
 Charlie, with a puzzled look. 
 
 "Well, you know," continued the little man, with 
 a deprecatory glance, "w'en a man in ragged clo'so 
 orders people here about asif 'e was the commander- 
 in-chief o' the British Army, an' flings yellow boys 
 about as if 'e was chancellor o' the checkers, an' 
 orders sassengers offhand for all 'ands, 'e mai/ be a 
 gfentleman-— wery Hkely 'e is,— but 'e ain't a redooced 
 one, such as slopes into lodgin'-'ouse kitchens. 
 W'atever little game may 'ave brought you 'ere, 
 sir, it ain't poverty— an' nobody will be fool enough 
 in this 'ouse to believe it is." 
 
 "You are right, Zook. I'm sorry I forgot my- 
 self," returned Charlie, with a sigh. "After all, it 
 does not matter much, for I fear my little game- 
 as you call it— was nearly played out, and it does 
 not seem as if I were going to win." 
 
 Charlie clasped his hands on the table before him, 
 and looked at the newspaper some what disconsolately. 
 " It 's bin all along o' takin' up my cause," said 
 the little man, with something like a whimper in 
 his voice. "You've bin wery kind to me, sir, an* 
 I 'd give a lot, if I 'ad it, an' would go a long way 
 if I warn't lame, to 'elp you." 
 
ler o' use 
 olours in 
 
 3lf," said 
 
 lan, with 
 ed clo'so 
 mander- 
 ow boys 
 cers, an' 
 <iy be a 
 redooced 
 dtchens. 
 ou 'ere, 
 enough 
 
 jot my- 
 ir all, it 
 game — 
 i it does 
 
 )re him, 
 lolately. 
 B," said 
 nper in 
 sir, an' 
 ig way 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 391 
 
 Charlie looked steadily in the honest, pale, care- 
 worn tace of his companion for a few seconds with- 
 out speaking. Poverty, it is said, brings together 
 strange bed-fellows. Not less, perhaps, does it lead 
 to unhkely confidants. Under a sudden impulse 
 our hero revealed to poor Zook the cause of his 
 being there-concealing nothing except names. 
 
 "You'll 'scuse me, sir," said the little man, after 
 the narrative was finished, "but I think you've 
 gone on summat of a wild-goose chase, for your 
 man may never have come so low as to seek shelter 
 m sitch places." 
 
 "Possibly, Zook; but he was penniless, and this 
 or the work-house, seemed to me the natural place 
 to look for him in." 
 
 " 'Ave you bin to the work-'ouses, sir ? " 
 
 " Yes^at least to all in this neighbourhood." 
 
 "What! in that toggery ?" asked the little man 
 with a grin. ' 
 
 "Not exactly, Zook, I can change my shell like 
 the hermit crabs." 
 
 "Well, sir, it's my opinion that you may go on 
 till doomsday on this scent an' find nuthin' ; but 
 there's a old 'ooman as I knows on that might be 
 able to 'elp you. Mind I don't say she could, but 
 she mi^Jit Moreover, if she can she will." 
 
 "How ?" asked Charlie, somewhat amused by the 
 earnestness of his little friend. 
 
 Why, this way, She 's a good old soul who 
 
 lost 
 
303 
 
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 GIIAHLIE TO TFIE IIESOUE ; A TALK 
 
 er 'usband an' 'er son-if I ain't inistakcn-.throu"h 
 drmk, an' ever since, slio 'as devoted 'er«elf body 
 an' soul to save men an' women from drink. She 
 attends temperance meetin's an' takes people there 
 — a'most drags 'em in by the scruff o' the neck 
 She keeps 'er eyes open, like a weasel, an' w'enever 
 she sees a chance o' what she calls pluckin' a brand 
 out 0' the fire, she plucks it, without much regard 
 to burnm' 'er fingers. Sometimes she gits one an' 
 another to submit to her treatment, an' then she 
 locks 'em up in 'er 'ouse-though it ain't a big un 
 -an' treats 'em, as she calls it. She's got'^ono 
 there now, it's my belief, though w'ether it's a he 
 or a she I can't tell. Now, she may 'ave seen your 
 friend goin' about-if 'e stayed long in Whitechapel." 
 "It may be so," returned our hero wearily, for 
 he was beginning to lose heart, and the prospect 
 opened up to him by Zook did not on the first blush 
 of It seem very brilliant. "When could I see this 
 old woman ? " 
 
 "First thing to-morror arter breakfast, sir." 
 " Very well ; then you '11 come and breakfast with 
 me at eight ? " 
 
 "I will, sir, with all the pleasure in life. In this 
 'ere 'ouse, sir, or in a resterang ? " 
 
 ''Neither. In my lodgings, Zook." 
 
 Having given his address to the little man, Charlie 
 bade him good-night and retired to his pauper-bed 
 
 for thft Ifiqf. iima 
 
I 
 
 — throuf,']i 
 f«elf body 
 'ink. Sho 
 ople there 
 the neck. 
 ' w'enovcr 
 i' n brand 
 ch regard 
 s one an' 
 then she 
 a big un 
 
 got one 
 it 's a he 
 een your 
 echapel." 
 arily, for 
 prospect 
 rst blush 
 
 see this 
 
 'ast with 
 
 In this 
 
 Charlie 
 iper-bed 
 
 OF THE SKA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 393 
 
 CHAPTEIl XXXII. 
 
 8UOCK6.8 AND FUTURK PLANS. 
 
 I'UNCTUAL to tho niinuto Zook presented him- 
 self to Mrs. Butt next morning and demanded 
 audience. 
 
 Mrs. Butt had been forewarned of the impending 
 visit and, although she confessed to some uncom- 
 lortable feelings in respect of infection and dirt 
 received him with a gracious air. 
 
 " You 've come to breakfast, I understand ? " 
 "Well, I believe I 'ave,» answered the little man 
 with an involuntary glance at his dilapidated 
 clothes; -avin' been inwited-unless," he added 
 somewhat doubtfully, "the inwite came in a 
 dream." 
 
 "You may go in and clear up that point for 
 yourself," said the landlady, as she ushered the 
 poor man into the parlour, where he was almost 
 startled to find an amiable gentleman waiting to 
 receive him. ° 
 
 " Come along, Zook, I like punctuality. Are you 
 
 hungry ? 
 
 « ' 
 
 Ungry 
 
 as a 'awk, sir," replied Zook, glancing at 
 
m 
 
 3 
 
 11 
 
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 IH 
 
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 304 CHAULIE TO THE REflCUK : A TALE 
 
 tho table and rubbing hia hands, for tlicro entered 
 his nostrils delicious odours, the causes of which 
 very seldom entered his throat. " Wy. sir. I kiww'd 
 you was a gent, from tho wery first 1 " 
 
 "I have at least entered my native shell." said 
 Charlie, with a laugh. "Sit down. We've no 
 time to waste. Now what '11 you have ? Coffee, 
 tea, pork-sausage, ham and egg, buttered toast, hot 
 rolls. Just help yourself, and fancy you 're in the 
 lodging-house at your own table." 
 
 " Well, sir, that would be a stretch o' fancy that 
 would strain mo a'most to the bustin' p'int Coffee, 
 if you please. Oh yes, sugar an' milk in course. 
 I never let slip a chance as I knows on. W'ich 
 bread ? well, 'ot rolls is temptin', but I allers 'ad a 
 weakness for sappy things, so 'ot buttered toast— 
 if you can spare it." 
 
 "Spare it, my good man ? " said Charlie, laughing 
 "There's a whole loaf in the kitchen and pounds of 
 butter when you 've finished this, not to mention 
 the shops round the corner." 
 
 It was a more gratifying treat to Charlie than he 
 had ^pected, to see this poor man eat to his heart's 
 content of viands which he so thoroughly appreciated 
 and so rarely enjoyed. What Zook himself felt it 
 is impossible for well-to-do folk to conceive, or an 
 ordinary pen to describe ; but, as he sat there, opposite 
 to his big friend and champion, stowing away the 
 good things with zest and devoHnn of r^,1,^««« u 
 
! I 
 
 PALE 
 
 tlioro entered 
 1868 of which 
 h sir, I ktww'd 
 
 shell," said 
 We *ve no 
 
 ivo ? Coffee, 
 red toast, hot 
 ^ou're in the 
 
 o' fancy that 
 ►'int Coffee, 
 ilk in course. 
 » on. Wich 
 
 1 allers 'ad a 
 ered toast — 
 
 lie, laughing. 
 
 id pounds of 
 
 to mention 
 
 'lie than he 
 5 his heart's 
 appreciated 
 nself felt it 
 ceive, or an 
 3re, opposite 
 g away the 
 
 nntmrvon •I*- 
 
 OK TU£ B«A AJTO THE ROCKIBft Sgg 
 
 ^ easy to believe that l.is watery eyes u e charged 
 With the tears of gratitude as well aa with those of 
 a chronic cold to which ho was subject 
 
 Breakfast over, they started off in quest of the old 
 woman with teetotal proclivities. 
 
 Chlr^rJIf ^°" "°'"" '° '"""' •■«"" wked 
 Oiiarlie, as they went along. 
 
 "Through a 'ouse in the city as I was connected 
 with afore I got run over an' lamed. They used 
 to send me with parcels to this old 'ooman. In 
 cou..e I didn-t know for sartin' w'at was in the 
 parcels but avi_„- a nose, you see, an' bein' able to 
 smeU. I guessed that it was a compound o' wittlcs 
 an wursted work." 
 "A strange compound, Zook." 
 "WeU, they wasn't zactly compoundcd-they 
 was sometimes the one an' sometimes the other 
 never mixed to my knowledge." 
 " What house was it that sent you i " 
 "Withers and Co." 
 
 " Indeed 1" exclaimed Charlie in surprise. "I 
 know the house well. The head of it is a well- 
 ';:;" f "-^ropist. how came you to leave 
 them ? They never would have allowed an old 
 servant to come to your pass-unless, indeed, he 
 was 
 
 "A fool, sir, or wuss," interrupted Zook; "an' 
 that sjust what I was. I rumied away from 'em, 
 -., ^^ ^ vu oeen asiiamed to go back since. But 
 
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 that 'a 'ow I conio to know old Missis Mog. an' it 's 
 down 'cro sho lives." 
 
 They tuniod into a narrow pasflORo which led to 
 ft small court at the back of a mass of miserable 
 buildings, and here they found the residence of the 
 oM wonum. 
 
 " Hy the way, Zook, what 's hor name ? " asked 
 Charlie. 
 
 " Mrs. Mag Samson." 
 
 " Somehow the name sounds familiar to me," said 
 Charlie, as ho knocked at the door. 
 
 A very small girl opened it and admitted that her 
 missis was at 'ome; whereupon our hero turned to 
 his companion. 
 
 " I '11 manage her best without company, Zook," 
 ho said; 'so you bo off; and see that you come to 
 my lodging to-night at six to hoar the result of 
 my interview and have tea." 
 
 "I will, sir." 
 
 " And here, Zook, put that in your pocket, and 
 take a good dinner." 
 
 "I will, sir." 
 
 "And— hallo! Zook, come here. Not a word 
 about all this in tlie lodging-house ;-stay, now I 
 think of it, don't go to the lodging-house at all. 
 Go to a casual ward wh 3re they '11 make you take a 
 good bath. Be sure you give yourself a good scrub. 
 D'ye hear?" 
 " Yes, sir." 
 
. TALK 
 
 ■ Mag, an' It's 
 
 which led to 
 ^8 of misorablo 
 58idenco of the 
 
 name?" oakud 
 
 »r to mo," said 
 
 (litted that her 
 lero turned to 
 
 inpaiiy, Zook," 
 you como to 
 tho result of 
 
 r pocket, and 
 
 Not a word 
 -stay, now I 
 blouse at all. 
 :o you take a 
 1 good scrub. 
 
 or TUB 8F-A AND THE nOCKflM. 397 
 
 He walked away nnirn,urin«. " More 'am and 
 hm an buttered toast to-night I Zook. you 're in 
 luck to.day-.in clover, n.y boy I in clover I" 
 
 Meanwhile. Charlie lirooke found hin.solf f„ tho 
 P-aencc of a bright-eyed little old won.n. wh bl 
 »um welcome with the native grace of one who is a 
 
 "Forgive rny intrusion, Mrs. Samson," he said 
 ^k.ng t e chair to which the old wonmn poij 
 "but, indeed, I feel assured that you will when I 
 
 state that the object of my visit isl ask y;^^^^^^^^^^ 
 m the rescue of a friend from drink." 
 
 "No man intrudes on me who comes on such an 
 
 errand; but how does it happen, sir, that you think 
 / am able to aid you ? " 
 
 of h,8 m eting and conversation with Zook, and 
 followed that up with a fuU explanation of his recent 
 efforts and a graphic description of Isaac Leather 
 . ^'"^ "^^ """""n l^tened attentively, and, as her 
 visitor proceeded, with increasing i„tLt ;ot un 
 mingled with surprise and amusement 
 
 When he had concluded, Mrs. Sawson rose, and 
 
 opening a door leading to another room, held up her' 
 
 finger to impose silence, and softly bade him look in 
 
 He did so. The room was a very small one' 
 
 scantily furnished, with n ln» ,".T} °"'' 
 
398 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 
 •*f 
 
 corner, and there, on the bed, lay the object of his 
 quest— Isaac Leather ! Charlie had just time to see 
 that the thin pale face was not that of a dead but of 
 a sleeping man when the old woman gently pulled 
 him back and re-closed the door. 
 " That 's your man, I think." 
 "Yes, that's the man— I thank God for this 
 most astonishing and unlooked-for success." 
 
 "Ah I sir," returned the woman, sitting down 
 again, " most of our successes are unlooked for, and 
 when they do come we are not too ready to recog- 
 nise the hand of the Giver." 
 
 " Nevertheless you must admit that some incidents 
 do seem almost miraculous," said Charlie. " To have 
 found you out in this great city, the very person 
 who had Mr. Leather in her keeping, does seem 
 unaccountable, does it not ? " 
 
 " Not so unaccountable as it seems to you," replied 
 the old woman, "and certainly not so much of a 
 miracle as it would have been if you had found him 
 by searching the lodging-houses. Here is the way 
 that God seems to have brought it about. I have 
 for many years been a pensioner of the house of 
 Withers and Co., by whom I was employed until 
 the senior partner made me a sort of female city- 
 missionary amongst the poor. I devoted myself 
 particularly to the reclaiming of drunkards— having 
 special sympathy with them. A friend of mine. 
 Miss Molloy, also employed by the senior partner in 
 
TALE 
 
 le object of his 
 just time to see 
 >f a dead but of 
 I gently pulled 
 
 God for this 
 ccess." 
 
 , sitting down 
 looked for, and 
 •eady to recog- 
 
 some incidents 
 rlie. "To have 
 le very person 
 ng, does seem 
 
 ;o you," replied 
 so liiuch of. a 
 had found him 
 jre is the way 
 bout. I have 
 ' the house of 
 tnployed until 
 f female city- 
 3voted myself 
 cards — having 
 iend of mine, 
 lior partner in 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 399 
 
 works Of charity, happened to be acquainted with 
 Mr Leather and his family. She knew of his failing 
 and she found out-for she has a strange power 
 that I never could understand of inducing people to 
 make a confidant of her.-she found out (what no 
 one else knew it seems) that poor Mr. Leather 
 wished to put himself under some sort of restraint, 
 for he could not resist temptation when it came in 
 his way. Knowing about me, she naturally advised 
 h.m to put himself in my hands. He oljected at 
 first, but agreed at last, on condition that none of 
 his people should be told anything about it. I did 
 not like to receive him on such conditions, but gave 
 m because he would come on no other. Well, sir you 
 came down here because you had information which 
 led you to think Mr. Leather had come to this 
 part of the city. You met with a runaway servant 
 of Withers and Co.-not very wonderful that. He 
 naturally knows about me and fetches you here. 
 Don't you see?" 
 
 "Yes, I see," replied Charlie, with an amused 
 expression; "still I cannot help looking on the 
 whole affair as very wonderful, and I hope that 
 that does not disqualify me from recognising God's 
 leading in the matter." 
 
 "Nay, young sir," returned the old woman, "that 
 ought rather to qualify you for such recognition for 
 are not His ways said to be wonderful-ay, some- 
 
 times * Daat finHinr* niif » 9 T*.,*. —t.. 
 
 ^ ^...^ „a« I i,ui, YiiisLn we Know not 
 
 i. 
 
400 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 n 
 
 
 
 I 
 
 in 
 
 ■'III,' 
 
 now we shall know hereafter. I thought that when 
 my poor boy went to sea " 
 
 " Mrs. Samson !" exclaimed Charlie, with a sudden 
 start, " I see it now ! Was your boy's name Fred?" 
 
 "It was." 
 
 " And he went to sea in the Walrus, that was 
 wrecked in the Southern Ocean ? " 
 
 " Yes," exclaimed the old woman eagerly. 
 
 " Then," said Charlie, drawing a packet from the 
 breast-pocket of his coat, " Fred gave me this for you. 
 I have carried it about me ever since, in the hope 
 that I might find you. I came to London, but 
 found you had left the address written on the 
 packet, and it never occurred to me that the owners 
 of the Wcdrus would know anything about the 
 mother of one of the men who sailed in her. I 
 have a message also from your son." 
 
 The message was delivered, and Charlie was still 
 commenting on it, when the door of the inner room 
 opened and Isaac Leather stood before them. 
 
 "Charlie Brooke!" he exclaimed, in open-eyed 
 amazement, not unmingled with confusion. 
 
 "Ay, and a most unexpected meeting on both 
 sides," said Charlie, advancing and holding out his 
 hand. " I bring you good news, Mr. Leather, of your 
 son Shank." 
 
 "Do you indeed?" said the broken-down man, 
 eagerly grasping his young friend's hand. "What 
 have you to tell me ? Oh Charlie, you have no idea 
 
 I 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 401 
 
 that when 
 
 b a sudden 
 me Fred?" 
 
 I, that was 
 
 it from the 
 lis for you. 
 n the hope 
 mdon, but 
 en on the 
 the owners 
 about the 
 in her. I 
 
 ie was still 
 inner room 
 lem. 
 open-eyed 
 n. 
 
 Lg on both 
 ling out his 
 her, of your 
 
 down man, 
 d. "What 
 ave no idea 
 
 what terrible thoughts I've had about that dear 
 boy since he went off to America ! My sin has 
 found me out, Charlie. I've often heard that 
 said before, but have never fully believed it till 
 now." 
 
 " God sends you a message of mercy, then," said 
 our hero, who thereupon began to relieve the poor 
 man's mind by telling him of his son's welfare and 
 reformation. 
 
 But we need not linger over this part of the 
 story, for the reader can easily guess a good deal 
 of what was said to Leather, while old Mrs. 
 Samson was perusing the letter of her dead son, 
 and tears of mingled sorrow and joy coursed 
 down her withered cheeks. 
 
 That night, however, Charlie Brooke conceived a 
 vast idea, and partially revealed it at the tea-table 
 to Zook— whose real name, by the way, was Jim 
 Smith. 
 
 " 'Ave you found 'er, sir ? " said Mrs. Butt, putting 
 the invariable, and by that time annoying, question 
 as Charlie entered his lodging. 
 
 "No, Mrs. Butt, I haven't found 'er, and I don't 
 expect to find 'er at all." 
 
 " Lawk ! sir, I 'm so sorry." 
 
 " Has Mr. Zook come ? " 
 
 "Yes, sir 'e's inside and looks impatient. The 
 smell o' the toast seems a'most too strong a tempta- 
 tion for *im ; I 'm glad you 've come." 
 
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 402 CHAIULIK TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 "Look here, Zook," said Charlie, entering his 
 parlour, "go into that bedroom. You'll find a 
 bundle of new clothes there. Put them on. Wrap 
 your old clothes in a handkerchief, and bring them 
 to me. Tea will be ready when you are." 
 
 The surprised pauper did as he was bid, without 
 remark, and re-entered the parlour a new man I 
 
 " My own mother, if I 'ad one, wouldn't know 
 me, sir," he said, glancing admiringly at his vest. 
 
 "Jim Smith, Esquire," returned Charlie, laughing. 
 " I really don't think she would." 
 I "Zook, sir," said the little man, with a grave 
 shake of the head ; " couldn't think of changin' my 
 name at my time of life ; let it be Zook, if you 
 please, sir, though in course I 've no objection to 
 esquire, w'en I 'ave the means to maintain my 
 
 rank." 
 
 " Well, Zook, you have at all events the means 
 to make a good supper, so sit down and go to work, 
 and I '11 talk to you while you eat,— but, stay, hand 
 me the bundle of old clothes." 
 
 Charlie opened the window as he spoke, took hold 
 of the bundle, and discharged it into the back yard. 
 
 " There," he said, sitting down at the table, " that 
 will prove an object of interest to the cats all night, 
 and a subject of surprise to good Mrs. Butt in the 
 morning. Now, Zook," he added, when his guest was 
 fairly at work taking in cargo, " I want to ask you— 
 have you any objection to emigrate to America ? " 
 
 m 
 
(ring hi3 
 11 find a 
 J. Wrap 
 
 ing them 
 
 [, without 
 nanl 
 n't know 
 
 .3 vest. 
 
 laughing. 
 
 1 a grave 
 angin' my 
 Dk, if you 
 )jection to 
 intain my 
 
 the means 
 
 to work, 
 3tay, hand 
 
 I, took hold 
 back yard, 
 ible, " that 
 s all night, 
 iutt in the 
 s guest was 
 
 1 ask you — 
 [nerica ? 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 403 
 
 "Not the smallest," he said — as well as was 
 possible through a full mouth. " Bein' a orphling, so 
 to speak, owin' to my never 'avin' 'ad a father or 
 mother — as I knows on-^there 's nothin* that chains 
 me to old England 'cept poverty.'* 
 
 " Could you do without drink ? " 
 
 "Sca'sely, sir, seein' the doctors say that man 
 is about three parts — or four, is it? — made up o' 
 water ; I would be apt to grow mummified without 
 drink, wouldn't I, sir ? " 
 
 "Come, Zook — you know that I mean strong 
 drink — alcohol in all its forms." 
 
 " Oh, I see. Well, sir, as to that, I 've bin in the 
 'abit of doin' without it so much of late from need- 
 cessity that I don't think I 'd find much difficulty 
 in knocking it off altogether if I was to bring prin- 
 ciple to bear." 
 
 " Well, then," continued Charlie, "(have some more 
 ham ?) I have just conceived a plan. I have a friend 
 in America who is a reformed drunkard. His father 
 in this country is also, I hope, a reformed drunkard. 
 There is a good man out there, I understand, who 
 has had a great deal to do with reformed drunkards, 
 and he has got up a large body of friends and sym- 
 pathisers who have determined to go away into the 
 far west and there organise a total abstinence com- 
 munity, and found a village or town where nothing 
 in the shape of alcohol shall be admitted except 
 
 act rfcliirain 
 
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 404 CHARLIE TO THE llESCUE : A TALE 
 
 "Now, I have a lot of friends in England who, 
 
 I think, would go in for such an expedition if "' 
 
 "Are they all reformed drunkards, sir?" asked 
 Zook in surprise, arresting a mass of sausage in its 
 course as ho asked the question. 
 
 "By no mean ^.».rned Charlie with a laugh, 
 " but they are ear. douls, and I 'm sure will go if 
 I try to persuade them." 
 
 " You 're sure to succeed, sir," said Zook, " if your 
 persuasions is accompanied wi' sassengers, 'am, an' 
 buttered toast," remarked the little man softly, as 
 he came to a pause for a few seconds. 
 ' " I '11 bring to bear on them all the arguments that 
 are available, you may be sure. Meanwhile I shall 
 count you my first recruit." 
 
 "No. 1 it is, sir, w'ich is more than I can say 
 of this here slice," said Zook, helping himself to 
 more toast. 
 
 While the poor but happy man was thus pleasantly 
 engaged, his entertainer opened his writing portfolio 
 and began to scribble oflf note after note, with such 
 rapidity that the amazed pauper at his elbow fairly 
 lost his appetite, and, after a vain attempt to recover 
 it, suggested that it might be as well for him to retire 
 to one of the palatial fourpence-a-night residences in 
 Dean and Flower Street. 
 
 " Not to-night. You 've done me a good turn that 
 I shall never forget," said Charlie, rising and ringing 
 the bell with needless vi^^our. 
 
gland who, 
 
 on if " 
 
 ir?" asked 
 sago in its 
 
 h a laugli, 
 3 will go if 
 
 :, "if your 
 
 3, 'am, an' 
 
 softly, as 
 
 nents that 
 ile I shall 
 
 I can say 
 iimself to 
 
 )leasantly 
 [ portfolio 
 i^ith such 
 ow fairly 
 ;o recover 
 1 to retire 
 dences in 
 
 f """""BtmiocKin. ,„ 
 
 "Oh, lawks I no-this way," rcDlied fl,» . 
 woman, who was becoming almost imW , . ^°'^ 
 
 No, thank you. Missis," replied th« vu-T 
 
 avm left my razors at 'ome I prefers the wat r cold " 
 
 Irving Zook to his meditations Mrs ZT * . 
 
 to bed, remarking, as she extin^uishld fhf .T 
 
 that Mr. Brooke was still "a-wrhTn- t ."'"""*' 
 
 fire!" a-writin like a 'ouso a 
 
 turn that 
 1 ringing 
 
406 
 
 CnARLIB TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 l 
 
 
 •I ' 
 
 CIIAriER XXXIII. 
 
 8WEBTWATBR BLUPP. 
 
 We muat now leap over a considerable space, not 
 only of distance, but of time, in order to appreciate 
 fully the result of Charlie Brooke's furious lettcr- 
 - writing and amazing powers of persuasion. 
 
 Let the reader try to imagine a wide plateau, 
 dotted with trees and bushes, on one of the eastern 
 slopes of the Rocky Mountains, where that mighty 
 range begins to slide into union with the great 
 prairies. It commands a view of mingled wood- 
 land and rolling plain, diversified by river and lake, 
 extending to a horizon so faint and far away as to 
 suggest the idea of illimitable space. 
 
 Early one morning in spring five horsemen 
 emerging from a belt of woodland, galloped to the 
 slope that led to the summit of this plateau. 
 Drawing rein, they began slowly to ascend. Two 
 of the cavaliers were young, tall, and strong ; two 
 were portly and old, though still hearty and vigor- 
 ous ; one, who led them, on a coal-black steed, was 
 
 _ zn -»4. r.'^r.nin\n-n /^f flio V>nnlrwrnnHs-TY\an. flud 
 
 one, who brought up the rear, was a thin little man, 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 407 
 
 
 space, not 
 appreciate 
 Dus lettcr- 
 i. 
 
 le plateau, 
 he eastern 
 lat mighty 
 the great 
 ;led wood- 
 r and lake, 
 away as to 
 
 horsemen 
 ped to the 
 is plateau, 
 lend. Two 
 itrong; two 
 
 and vigor- 
 c steed, was 
 is-man; and 
 I little man. 
 
 > 
 
 who made up for what ho wanted in size by the 
 energy and vigour of his action, as, with hand and 
 heel, ho urged an unwilling horse to keep up with 
 the rest of the party. 
 
 Arrived at the summit of the plateau, the leading 
 horseman trotted to its eastern edge, and halted as 
 if for the purpose of surveying the position. 
 
 " Here we are at last," ho said, to the tallest of 
 his comrades ; " Sweetwater Bluff — and the end of 
 our journey ! " 
 
 " And a most noble end it is ! " exclaimed tho tall 
 comrade. " Why, Hunky Ben, it far surpasses my 
 expectations and all you have said about it." 
 
 " Most o' the people I 've had to guide over this 
 trail have said pretty much the same thing in 
 different words, Mr. Brooke," returned the scout, 
 dismounting. " Your wife will find plenty o' subjects 
 here for the paintin* she 's so fond of." 
 
 " Ay, May will find work here to keep her brushes 
 busy for many a day to come," replied Charlie, 
 "though I suspect that other matters will claim 
 most of her time at first, for there is nothirg but 
 a wilderness here yet." 
 
 " You *ve yet to lam, sir, that we don't take as 
 long to fix up a town hereaway as you do in the 
 old country," remarked Hunky Ben, as old Jacob 
 Crossley ambled up on the staid creature which we 
 have already introduced as Wheelbarrow. 
 
 Waving his hand with enthusiasm the old gentle- 
 
408 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 P'i 
 
 man exclaimed, "Glorious!" Indeed, for a few 
 minutes ho sat with glistening eyes and heaving 
 chest, quite unablo to give vent to any other senti- 
 ment than "glorious!" This he did at intervals. 
 His interest in the scene, however, was distracted 
 by the sudden advent of Captain Stride, whose 
 horse—a long-legged roan— had an awkward 
 tendency, among other eccentricities, to advance 
 sideways with a waltzing gait, that greatly discon- 
 certed the mariner. 
 
 " Woa 1 you brute. Back your tops'ls, won't you ? 
 I never did see sitch a craft for heavin* about like 
 a Dutch lugger in a cross sea. She sails side on, 
 no matter where she's bound for. Forges ahead 
 a'most entirely by means of leeway, so to speak. 
 Hallo! woa! Ketch a grip o' the painter, Dick, 
 an' hold on till I git off the hurricane deck o' this 
 walrus— else I '11 be overboard in a . There " 
 
 The captain came to the ground suddenly as he 
 spoke, without the use of stirrup, and, luckily, with- 
 out injury. 
 
 " Not hurt, I hope ? " asked Dick Darvall, assistin^^ 
 his brother-salt to rise. 
 
 "Not a bit of it, Dick. You see I'm a'most 
 as active as yourself, though double your age, if 
 not more. I say, Charlie, this is a pretty look-out. 
 Don't 'ee think so, Mr. Crossley ? I was sure that 
 Hunky Ben would find us a pleasant anchorage and 
 safe holding-ground at last, though it did seem 
 
for a fuw 
 nd heaving 
 Dther senti- 
 t intervals. 
 } distracted 
 rido, whoso 
 awkward 
 to advance 
 Eitly discou- 
 
 won't you ? 
 
 about like 
 lils sido on, 
 rges ahead 
 
 to speak, 
 nter, Dick, 
 eck o' this 
 
 rhere " 
 
 lenly as ho 
 jkily, with- 
 
 11, assisting 
 
 'm a'most 
 our age, if 
 y look-out. 
 3 sure that 
 borage and 
 
 did seem 
 
 OF THE SEA AND TIFE ROCKIES. 409 
 
 as if wo was pretty long o' connu' to it Just as 
 wo was leavin' the waggins to rido on in advance 
 derend—' ' "^^^^^^-^^^ ^-Maggio, you may 
 
 "Hallo! Zook," cried Charlie, as the little man 
 of the s ums came limping up, "what have you 
 done with your horse ? " 
 
 "Cast 'im loose, sir. an' gi'n 'im leave of absence 
 ^ long as e pleases. It 's my opinion that some o' 
 the osses o the western prairies ain't quite eekal to 
 some the 'osses I've bin used to in Eotten Row. 
 Is this the place, Hunky? Well, now," continued 
 the httle man, with flashing eyes, as he looked round 
 on the magnificent scene, "it '11 do. Beats W'ite- 
 chapel an' the Parks any'ow. An' there's lots o' 
 poultry about, too!" he added, as a flock of wild 
 ducks went by on whistling wings. " I say, Hunky 
 Ben, wat s yon brown things over there by the 
 shores o' the lake?" 
 " Buffalo," answered the scout. 
 "What! wilduns?" 
 
 " There 's no tame ones in them diggin's as I 
 knows on. If there was, they 'd soon become wild, 
 you bet." ' 
 
 f.lt'^l ;^;^t'« yon monster crawlin' over the 
 farthest plain, like the great sea-serpent ? " 
 "Why, man," returned the scout, "them's the 
 
 waggms. Come. now. W.'a fo t^««i, ^^. _-. .i « 
 ,.. ■., — ., „.^ truiik au git cne nre 
 
 1,'i mu ... **" 6^ i- Witt are 
 
 lit. The cart wi- the chuck an' tents "U be here in 
 
It 
 
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 M\ 
 
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 410 
 
 OnXnT.II TO THK nKBCUl : A TAt.l 
 
 a few minutes, an* the waggios won't be loug artcr 
 'cm " 
 
 " Ay, wi* the women an* kids shontin* for grub," 
 added Zook, as ho limped after the scout, while tho 
 rest of the little band dispersed — some to cut fire- 
 wood, others to select the best positions for tho tents. 
 The waggons, with a supply of food, arrived soon 
 after under tho care of Roaring Hull himself, with 
 two of his cowboys. They were followed by Butter- 
 cup, who bestrode, man- fash ion, a mustang nearly 
 as black as herself and even more frisky. 
 
 In a wonderfully short time a number of white 
 tents arose on tho plateau and several fires blazed, 
 and at all the fires Buttercup laboured with super- 
 human effect, assisted by the cowboys, to the 
 unbounded admiration of Zook, who willingly super- 
 intended everything, but did little or nothing. A 
 flat rock on tho highest point was chosen for the 
 site of a future block-house or citadel, and upon this 
 was ere long spread a breakfast on a magnificent 
 scale. It was barely ready when the first waggons 
 aifived and commenced to lumber up the ascent, 
 preceded by two girls on horseback, who waved 
 their hands, and gave vent to vigorous little 
 feminine cheers as they cantered up the slope. 
 
 These two were our old friends whom we knew 
 as May Leather and Mary Jackson, but who must 
 now be re-introduced to the reader as Mrs. Charlie 
 Brooke and Mrs. Dick DarvalL On the same day 
 
OF Tire BRA AND TRR R0CKII8. 
 
 Dg artor 
 
 ir gnib," 
 hilo tho 
 cut firo- 
 he tents, 
 ed soon 
 elf, with 
 Butter- 
 ^ nearly 
 
 of white 
 3 blazed, 
 ,h supor- 
 to the 
 y super- 
 ling. A 
 I for the 
 ipon this 
 gnificent 
 waggons 
 e ascent, 
 waved 
 13 little 
 pe. 
 
 we knew 
 'ho must 
 . Charlie 
 jHiue day 
 
 411 
 
 they had changed their names at tho Kanch of 
 Roaring Bull, and had come to essay wedded life in 
 t};o far west 
 
 Wo need hardly say that this was the great ox. 
 perimcntal emigrant party, led by tho Rev. William 
 Reeves, who had resolved to found a colony on 
 total abstinence principles, and with as many as 
 possible of the sins of civilisation left behind. 
 They found, alas I that sin is not so easily got rid 
 of; neverthelnss, the eflfort was not altogether fruit- 
 less, and Mr. Reeves carried with him a sovereign 
 antidote for sin in tho shape of a godly spirit. 
 
 The party was a largo one, for there were many 
 men and women of the frontier whose experiences 
 had taught them that life was happier and better 
 in every way without tho prevalent vices of gam- 
 bling and drinking. 
 
 Of course the emigrants formed rather a motley 
 band. Among them, besides those of our friends 
 already mentioned, there were our hero's mother 
 and all the Leather family. Captain Stride's 
 daughter as well as his " Missus," and Mr. Crossley's 
 housekeeper, Mrs. Bland. That good woman, how- 
 ever, had been much subdued and rendered harmless 
 by the terrors of the wilderuci ) which she had 
 been recently exposed. Miss Moiloy was also there, 
 with an enormous supply of knitting needles and 
 several bales of worsted. 
 Poor Shank Leather was still so much of an in- 
 
413 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 i f. 
 
 ': % 
 
 valid as to be obliged to travel in a spring cart with 
 his father, but both men were rapidly regaining 
 physical strength under the influence of temperance, 
 and spiritual strength under a higher power. 
 
 Soon the hammer, axe, and saw began to resound 
 in that lovely western wilderness ; the net to sweep 
 its lakes ; the hook to invade its rivers ; the rifle to 
 crack in the forests, and the plough to open up its 
 virgin soil. In less time, almost, than a European 
 would take to wink, the town of Sweetwater Bluff 
 sprang into being; stores and workshops, a school 
 and a church, grew up like mushrooms ; seed was 
 sown, and everything, in short, was done that is 
 characteristic of the advent of a thriving com- 
 munity. But not a gambling or drinking saloon, or 
 a drop of firewater, was to be found in all the town. 
 
 In spite of this, Indians brought their furs to it ; 
 trappers came to it for supplies ; emigrants turned 
 aside to see and rest in it; and the place soon 
 became noted as a flourishing and pre-eminently 
 peaceful spot. 
 
OP THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 413 
 
 ; cart with 
 regaining 
 mperance, 
 er. 
 
 bo resound 
 b to sweep 
 ihe rifle to 
 pen up its 
 European 
 ater Bluff 
 , a school 
 seed was 
 e that is 
 ing com- 
 saloon, or 
 the town, 
 nrs to it ; 
 its turned 
 lace soon 
 jminently 
 
 CHAPTEE XXXIV. 
 
 TBK LAST. 
 
 Br/T a Uttle cloud arose ere long on the horuon 
 of Sweetwater Bluff. Insignificant at first, it sud- 
 denly spread over the sky and burst in a wUd storm. 
 
 The fi„t intimation of its approach came from 
 Charlie Brooke one quiet autumn evening, in that 
 brief hut delightful season known as the Indian 
 oummer. 
 
 Charlie entered his garden that evening with a 
 fowlmg-pieoe on his shoulder, and two brace of 
 prairie hens at his girdle. May was seated at her 
 cottage door, basking in sunshine, chatting with her 
 mother-who was knitting of course-and Shank 
 was convening with Hunky Ben, who rested after 
 a day of labour. 
 
 "There, May, is to-morrow's dinner," said Charlie 
 throwing the birds at his wife's feet, and sitting 
 down beside her. "Who d'you think I passed 
 when I was out on the plains to-day, Hunky? 
 Your old friend Crux the Cowboy." 
 
 "He '8 no friend o' mine," said the scout, while 
 
414 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 
 something like a frown flitted across his usually 
 placid brow. " I 'm not over pleased to hear that 
 he 's comin', for it 's said that some old uncle or 
 aunt o' his — I forget which — has left him a lot o' 
 dollars. I hope he ain't comin' to spend 'em here, 
 for he'd never git along without gamblin' an' 
 drinkinV' 
 
 " Then, I can tell you that ho is just coming to 
 stay here," returned Charlie, "for he has several 
 waggons with him, and a dozen men. I asked him 
 where he was going to, and he said, to locate him- 
 self as a store-keeper at Sweetwater Bluff; but he 
 did not seem inclined to be communicative, so I left 
 him and galloped en to report the news. What 
 d' you think about it 1 " 
 
 " I think it '11 be a bad day for Sweetwater Bluff 
 when Crux comes to settle in it. Howsoever, this 
 is a free country, an' we've no light to interfere 
 with him so long as he don't break the laws. But 
 I c^oubt him. I *m afeard he '11 try to sell drink, an' 
 there's some o' our people who are longin* to git 
 back to that." 
 
 The other members of the party, and indeed 
 those heads of the town generally who knew Crux, 
 were of much the same opinion, but some of them 
 thought that, being in a free country, no one had a 
 right to interfere. The consequence was that Crux 
 and his men were permitted to go to work. They 
 hired a shed in which to stow their goods, while 
 
OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 
 
 415 
 
 lis usually 
 I hear that 
 i uncle or 
 im a lot o' 
 I 'em here, 
 nblin' an' 
 
 coming to 
 las several 
 asked him 
 ocate him- 
 iff; but he 
 ^e, so I left 
 'S. What 
 
 vater Bluff 
 soever, this 
 
 interfere 
 laws. But 
 
 1 drink, an' 
 gin* to git 
 
 nd indeed 
 :new Crux, 
 ne of them 
 > one had a 
 \ that Crux 
 ovk. They 
 lods, while 
 
 they were engaged in building a store, and in course 
 of time this was finished ; but there was a degree of 
 mystery about the ex-cowboy's proceedings which 
 baffled investigation, and people did not like to press 
 inquiry too far ; for it was observed that all the men 
 who had accompanied Crux were young and powerful 
 fellows, well armed with rifle and revolver. 
 
 At last, however, the work was finished, and the 
 mystery was cleared up, for, one fine morning, the 
 new store was opened as a drinking and gambling 
 saloon; and that same evening the place was in 
 full swing— sending forth the shouts, songs, cursing 
 and demoniac laughter for which such places are 
 celebrated. 
 
 Consternation filled the hearts of the community, 
 for it was not only the men brought there by Crux 
 who kept up their revels in the new saloon, but a 
 sprinkling of the spirited young fellows of the town 
 also, who had never been very enthusiastic in the 
 temperance cause, and were therefore prepared to 
 fall before the first temptation. 
 
 At a conference of the chief men of the town it 
 was resolved to try to induce Crux to quit quietly, 
 and for this end to offer to buy up his stock-in-trade! 
 Hunky Ben, being an old acquaintance, was re- 
 quested to go to the store as a deputation. 
 
 But the ex-cowboy was inexorable. Neither the 
 offer of money nor argument had any effect on him. 
 
 " Well, Crux," said the scout, at the conclusion of 
 
416 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 I I 
 
 his visit, "you know your own affairs best, but, 
 rememberin' as I do what you used to bo, I thought 
 there was more of fair-play about you." 
 
 " Fair-play 1 What d' ye mean ? " 
 
 " I mean that when folk let you alone, you used 
 to be willin' to let therm alone. Here has a crowd 
 0* people come back all this way into the Rockies 
 to escape from the curse o' strong drink and gamblin', 
 an' here has Crux— a lover o* fair-play — come all 
 this way to shove that curse right under their noses. 
 I *d thowt better of \'e. Crux, lad." 
 
 "It don't matter much what you thowt o* me, 
 old man," returned the cowboy, somewhat sharply ; 
 " an', as to fair-play, there 's a lot of men here who 
 don't agree wi* your humbuggin' notions about 
 temperance an* tee-totalism — more of 'em, maybe, 
 than you think. These want to have the drink, an' 
 I 've come to give it *em. I see nothin' unfair in that." 
 
 Hunky Ben carried his report back to the council, 
 which for some time discussed the situation. As in 
 the case of most councils, there was some difference 
 of opinion : a few of the members being inclined to 
 carry things with a high hand — being urged thereto 
 by Captain Stride — while others, influenced chiefly 
 by Mr. Eeeves, were anxious to try peaceable means. 
 
 At last a sub-committee was appointed, at Hunky 
 Ben's suggestion, to consider the whole matter, and 
 take what steps seemed advisable. Hunky was an 
 adroit and modest man — he could not have been a 
 first-rate scout otherwise! He managed not only 
 
best, but, 
 I thought 
 
 I, you used 
 IS a crowd 
 le Eockies 
 d gamblin', 
 —come all 
 their noses. 
 
 3wt o* me, 
 it sharply; 
 1 here who 
 ions about 
 jm, maybe, 
 ) drink, an* 
 air in that." 
 the council, 
 Lon. As in 
 } difference 
 inclined to 
 ged thereto 
 Lced chiefly 
 Eible means. 
 , at Hunky 
 matter, and 
 iky was an 
 ave been a 
 id not only 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 4 1 7 
 
 to become convener of the committee, but succeeded 
 in getting men chiefly of his own opinion placed on it 
 At supper that night in Charlie's cottage, while 
 enjoying May's cookery and presence, and waited 
 on by the amused and interested Buttercup, the 
 sub-committee discussed and settled the plan of 
 operations. 
 
 " It 's all nonsense," said Hunky Ben, " to talk of 
 tryiu' to persuade Crux. He's as obstinate as a 
 Texas mule wi' the toothache." 
 
 " Rubbish ! » exclaimed Captain Stride, smiting the 
 table with his fist. " We mustn't parley with him. 
 but heave him overboard at once ! I said so to my 
 missus this very day. * Maggie,' says I " 
 
 "And what do ym think, Charlie?" asked Mr. 
 Crossley. 
 
 " I think with Hunky Ben, of course. He knows 
 Crux, and what is best to be done in the circumstances. 
 The only thing that perplexes me is what shall we 
 do with the liquor when we've paid for it? A lot 
 of it is good wine and champagne, and although 
 useless as a beverage it is useful as a medicine, and 
 might be given to hospitals." 
 
 " Pour it out ! " exclaimed Shank, almost fiercely. 
 
 " Ay, the hospitals can look out for themselves," 
 added Shank's father warmly. 
 
 " Some hospitals, I 've bin told, git on well enough 
 without it altogether," said Dick Darvall. « How- 
 ever, it's a subject that desarves consideration.— 
 
 2D 
 

 418 
 
 CHABUE TO THE RESCUE : A TALE 
 
 Hallo ! Buttercup, what is it that tickles your fancy 
 an' makes your mouth stretch out like that ? " 
 
 Buttercup became preternaturally grave on the 
 instant, but declined to tell what it was that tickled 
 her fancy. 
 
 Shortly after the party rose and left the house, 
 Hunky Ben remarking, with a quiet laugh, that deeds 
 of darkness were best hatched at night. 
 
 What the conspirators hatched became pretty 
 evident next day, for, during the breakfast hour, a 
 band of forty horsemen rode slowly down the sloping 
 road which led to the plains, and on the side of 
 which Crux had built his saloon. 
 
 Crux and his men turned out in some surprise to 
 watch the cavalcade as it passed. The band was 
 led by Charlie Brooke, and the scout rode in advance 
 on Black Polly as guide. 
 
 " Is it the Keds or the Buffalo you 're after to-day, 
 Hunky, with such a big crowd ? " asked Crux. 
 
 " Halt ! " cried Charlie, at that moment. 
 
 TJie forty men obeyed, and, turning suddenly to 
 the left, faced the saloon. 
 
 "Hands up!" said Charlie, whose men at the 
 same moment pointed their rifles at Crux and his 
 men. These were all too familiar with the order to 
 dare to disobey it. 
 
 Our hero then ordered a small detachment of his 
 men to enter the saloon and fetch out all rifles and 
 pistols, and those of Crux's, people who chanced to 
 have their weapons about them were disarmed. 
 
rour fancy 
 it?" 
 
 ve on the 
 lat tickled 
 
 the house, 
 that deeds 
 
 ne pretty 
 Lst hour, a 
 ihe sloping 
 le side of 
 
 lurprise to 
 band was 
 in advance 
 
 ter to-day, 
 rux. 
 
 iddenly to 
 
 en at the 
 X and his 
 le order to 
 
 ent of his 
 rifles and 
 
 ihanced to 
 disarmed. 
 
 OF THE SEA AND THE ROCKIES. 419 
 
 Another detachment went off to the stables behind 
 the saloon. 
 
 While they were thus engaged Charlie addressed 
 Crux. 
 
 "We have decided to expel you, Crux, from this 
 town, he said, as he drew an envelope from his 
 pocket. "We have tried to convince you that 
 as the majority of the people here don't want you' 
 It IS your duty to go. As you don't seem to see' 
 this we now take the law into our own hands. We 
 love fair-play, however, so you will find in this 
 envelope a cheque which we have reason to believe 
 18 fully equal to the value of your saloon and all its 
 contents. Your lost time and trouble is your own 
 affair. As you came without invitation, you must 
 go without compensation. Here are your rifles, and 
 revolvers, emptied of cartridges, md there are your 
 horses saddled." 
 
 As he spoke, one detachment of his men handed 
 rifles and revolvers to the party, who were stricken 
 dumb with amazement. At the same time, their 
 horses, saddled and bridled, were led to the front 
 and delivered to them. 
 
 "We have no provisions," said Crux, at last 
 recovering the use of his tongue; "and without 
 ammunition we cannot procure any." 
 
 " That has been provided for," said our hero 
 turning to Hunky Ben. 
 
 "Ay, Crux," said the. scout, "we don't want to 
 starve you, though the 'arth wouldn't 1-- ^ i' 
 
I 
 
 420 
 
 CHARLIE TO THE RESCUE : A TALB 
 
 we did. At the other end o' the lake, about five 
 mile from here, you '11 find a red rag fiyiu' at the 
 branch of a tree. In the hole of a rock close beside 
 it you'll find three days' provisions for you and 
 your men, an' a lot of ammunition." 
 
 "Now, mount and go," said Charlie, "and if you 
 ever show face here again, except as friends, your 
 blood be on your own heads ! " 
 
 Crux did not hesitate. He and his men saw that 
 "the game was up"; without another word they 
 mounted their horses and galloped away. 
 
 While this scene was being enacted a dark 
 creature, with darker designs, entered the drinking 
 saloon and descended to the cellar. Finding a 
 spirit-cask with a tap in it, Buttercup turned it on, 
 then, pulling a match-box out of her pocket she 
 muttered, " I t'ink de hospitals won't git much ob it!" 
 and applied a light. The effect was more powerful 
 than she had expected. The spirit blazed up with 
 sudden fury, singeing off the girl's eyebrows and 
 lashes, and almost blinding her. In her alarm But- 
 tercup dashed up to the saloon, missed her way, and 
 found herself on the stair leading to the upper floor. 
 A cloud of smoke and fire forced her to rush up. 
 She went to the window and yelled, on observing 
 that it was far too high to leap. She rushed to 
 another window and howled in horror, for escape 
 was apparently impossible. 
 
 Charlie heard the howl. He and his men had 
 retired to a safe distance when the fire was first ob- 
 
h 
 
 OP THE SEA AND THK KOCKIR.S. 
 
 421 
 
 about five 
 ill' at the 
 ioso beside 
 • you and 
 
 and if you 
 lends, your 
 
 n saw that 
 word they 
 
 d a dark 
 e drinking 
 Finding a 
 irned it on, 
 pocket she 
 mchobit!" 
 :e powerful 
 ;ed up with 
 jbrows and 
 alarm But- 
 er way, and 
 upper floor, 
 to rush up. 
 n observing 
 e rushed to 
 , for escape 
 
 is men had 
 jvas first ob- 
 
 served—thinking the place empty—but the howl 
 touched a chord in our hero's sympathetic breast, 
 which was over ready to vibrate. From whom the 
 liowl proceeded mattered little or nothing to Charlie 
 Brooke. Sufficient that it was the cry of a living 
 being in distress. He sprang at once through the 
 open doorway of the saloon, through which was 
 issuing a volume of thick smoke mingled with flame. 
 " God help him I the place '11 blow up in a few 
 minutes," cried Hunky Ben, losing, for once, his 
 imperturbable coolness, and rushing wildly after his 
 friend. But at that moment the thick smoke burst 
 into fierce flame and drove him back. 
 
 Charlie sprang up the staircase three steps at a 
 time, holding his breath to avoid suflocation. He 
 reached the landing, where Buttercup ran, or, rather, 
 fell, almost fainting, into his arms. At the moment 
 an explosion in the cellar shook the building to its 
 foundation, and, shattering one of the windows, 
 caused a draught of air to drive aside the smoke.' 
 Charlie gasped a mouthful of air and looked round! 
 Flames were by that time roaring up the only stair- 
 case. A glance from the nearest window showed 
 that a leap thence meant broken limbs, if not death, 
 to both. A ladder up to a trap-door suggested an 
 exit by the roof. It might only lead to a more 
 terrible leap, but meanwhile it offered relief from 
 imminent suffocation. Charlie bore the half-dead 
 girl to the top rung, and found the trap-door pad- 
 locked, but a thrust from his powerful shoulder 
 
422 
 
 CIIAULIK TO TIIK IlESCUK : A TALI 
 
 M 
 
 wrenched hasp and padlock from their hold, and 
 next moment a wild cheer greeted him as he stood 
 on a corner of the gable. But a depth of forty or 
 fifty feet wtt3 below him with nothing to break his 
 fall to the hard earth. 
 
 "Jump!" yelled one of the onlookers. "No; 
 don't!" cried another, "you'll be killed" 
 
 " Hold your noise," roared Huuky Ben, " and lend 
 a hand here— sharp! — the house '11 blow up in a 
 
 minute." 
 
 He ran as he spoke towards a cart which was 
 partly filled with hay. Seizing the trams he raised 
 them. Willing hands helped, and the cart was run 
 violently up against the gable — Hunky shouting to 
 some of the men to fetch more hay. 
 
 But there was no time for that. Another ex- 
 plosion took place inside the building, which Charlie 
 knew must have driven in the sides of more casks and 
 let loose fresh fuel. A terrible roar, followed by 
 ominous cracking of the roof, warned him that there 
 was no time to lose. He looked steadily at the cart 
 for a moment and leaped. His friends held their 
 breath as the pair descended. The hay would not 
 have suflficed to break the fall sufficiently, but happily 
 the cart was an old one. When they came down 
 on it like a thunderbolt the bottom gave way. 
 Crashing through it the pair came to the ground, 
 heavily indeed, but uninjured ! 
 
 The fall, which almost stunned our hero, had the 
 
lold, and 
 
 he stood 
 
 f forty or 
 
 break his 
 
 :8. "Noj 
 
 and lend 
 up in a 
 
 hich was 
 he raised 
 b was run 
 outing to 
 
 other ex- 
 ih Charlie 
 casks and 
 lowed by 
 that there 
 it the cart 
 leld their 
 should not 
 it happily 
 ,ine down 
 [ave way. 
 e ground, 
 
 0* THE 8EA AND TIIK ROCKIM. 438 
 
 curious efToct of reviving Buttercup, for she muttered 
 •ometliing to the effect that "dat was a nios' drefful 
 smash " as they conveyed her and her rescuer from 
 the vicinity of danger. 
 
 This had scarcely been done when the house blew 
 up— its walls were driven outwards, its roof was 
 blown ofr, its bottles were shattered, all its baleful 
 contents were scattered around, und, amid an ap- 
 propriato hurricane of blue fire, that drinking and 
 gambling saloon was blown to atoms. 
 
 Would that a like fate might overtake every 
 similar estttblis'\ment in the world ! 
 
 This was the first and last attempt to disturb the 
 peace of Sweetwater Bluff. It is said, indeed, that 
 Crux and some of his men did, long afterwards, make 
 their appearance in that happy and flourishing town, 
 but they came as reformed men, not as foes—men 
 who had found out that in vary truth sobriety tends 
 to felicity, that honesty is the best policy, and that 
 the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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 at the Edinburgh University Press.