A DESPERATE CHANCE:

OR

THE WIZARD TRAMP'S REVELATION, A Thrilling Narrative. 

By OLD SLEUTH. 

[Illustration: "He Placed the Ladder of Saplings Across the Abyss. "]

1897

CHAPTER I. 

THE CAMPFIRE IN THE GULCH--AN ALARM--THE SOLITARYFIGURE--UNDER COVER--A WHITE MAN--"HAIL, FRIEND!"--A CORDIAL MEETING--A SECOND STRANGECHARACTER. 

"Well, Desmond, we've taken a desperate chance, and so far appear to belosers. "

The circumstances under which the words above quoted were spoken wereweird and strange. A man and a mere youth were sitting by a campfirethat was blazing and crackling in a narrow gulch far away in the RockyMountains, days and days travel from civilization. 

The circumstances that had brought them there were also very strange andunusual. Desmond Dare was the son of a widow who owned a small farm inNew York State. There had been a mortgage on this farm which was aboutto be foreclosed when Desmond, a brave, vigorous lad, sold his onlypossession, a valuable colt, and determined to enter a walking match forthe prize. He was on his way to the city where the match was to takeplace when in a belt of woods he heard a cry for help. He ran in thedirection whence the cry came and found three tramps assailing a fourthman. The vigorous youth sprang to the rescue and drove the three trampsoff, and was later persuaded by the man he had rescued to go with him toa rock cavern. There the lad beheld a very beautiful girl of aboutfourteen whose history was enveloped in a dark mystery; he also learnedthat the man he had rescued was known as the wizard tramp. The latterwas a very strange and peculiar character, a victim of the rum habit, which had brought him away down until he became a tramp of the mostpronounced type. This man, however, was really a very shrewd fellow, well educated, not only in book learning, but in the ways of the world, and seeing that Desmond had resolved to take a desperate chance, thetramp volunteered to land him a winner; he succeeded in so doing. Thechampion of the walking match carried his money to his mother, the trampwent upon an extended spree and spent his share. Afterward the tramp andDesmond Dare started on the road together. The girl had been placed withMrs. Dare on the farm, and the man and boy proceeded West afoot, determined to locate a gold mine. The former discovered each day somenew quality, and held forth to Desmond that some day he would make avery startling revelation. The youth had no idea as to the character ofthe revelation, but knowing that the tramp, named Brooks, was a veryremarkable man, he anticipated a very startling denouement. After manyvery strange and exciting adventures Brooks, the tramp, and Desmond Darearrived in the Rockies, and in due time started in to find their goldmine. The previous history of these two remarkable characters can beread in Nos. 90 and 91 of "OLD SLEUTH'S OWN. "

At the time we introduce the tramp and Desmond Dare to our readers inthis narrative, they had been knocking around the mountains in search oftheir mine and had met with failures on every side, and at length onenight they camped in the gulch as described in our opening paragraphs, and Brooks spoke the words with which we open our narrative. 

They were sitting beside their fire; both were partly attired as huntersand mountaineers, and both were well armed. Brooks, who had practicallybeen a bloat had lived a temperate life, had enjoyed plenty of exercisein the open air, and had experienced to a certain extent a return of hisoriginal physical strength and vigor. At the time the whilom tramp madethe disconsolate remark quoted, Desmond asked:

"What do you propose to do--give it up?"

"I don't know just what to do, lad. "

"We've scraped together a little gold dust; possibly we may have moneyenough to engage in some legitimate business, and what we can't get bythe discovery of a mine, we may acquire in time in speculation. You areshrewd and level-headed. "

"That would be a good scheme for you, lad, but not for me. I am too faradvanced in life to earn money by slow labor now. What I propose is thatyou go back, take all the gold we have, and enter into trade; you arebright and energetic and may succeed. "

"And what will you do?"

"I shall continue my search for a mine, and some day I may strike it. "

Brooks was a college graduate, a civil engineer, and a mineralogist, andbelieved he had great advantages in searching for a mine, but, as hasbeen indicated, thus far their tramp and search had been a dead failure. 

"I'll stick with you, " said Desmond. 

"No, lad, you must go back. "

"I swear I will not; I like this life, and remember, we have gatheredsome wash dust and we may gather more. I don't know the value of what wehave gathered from the bottom of that stream we struck, but I do knowthat it would take a long time to accumulate as much money in trade. Remember, we have been in the mountains only six weeks. "

"That is all right, but we might stay here six years and not make afind. "

At that instant there came a sound which caused Brooks and Desmond tobend their ears and listen. Some of the Indians were on the warpath; aband of bucks had been making a raid and had been pursued by the UnitedStates cavalry into the mountains. Indians, as a rule, do not take tothe mountains, but sometimes when pursued hotly they will separate intosmall bands and scatter through the hills; these fellows are dangerous. They would have murdered any white men they might meet for their armsalone, without considering the spirit of wantonness or revenge thatmight animate them. 

Brooks and Desmond rose from their seats beside the fire and movedslowly away. At any moment an arrow or even a rifle shot might come andend the life of one or both. 

Desmond had become a very expert woodsman; he and Brooks had beenchased by Indians several times and had exchanged shots with one band. They knew a cover in a crevice in the wall of rock which ran up abruptlyeach side of the gulch; from this spot they could survey and also make agood fight in an emergency. They had good weapons, plenty of ammunition, and what was more, coolness, skill, and courage. Desmond, especially, was a very cool-headed chap in times of danger; the use of firearms wasnot new to him, nor was the woodsman life altogether a novelty, for hehad been raised in a very wild and desolate mountain region. 

Quickly they stole to cover, although they believed it possible thatthey might have been seen, for they had absolute proof, well known towoodsmen, that if there were foes in the vicinity they had beendiscovered. Once in their covert they lay low, and a few moments passed, when they beheld a solitary figure advancing slowly and very cautiouslyup the gulch, and as the figure came in the light of the fire Desmond, whose eyesight was very keen, said:

"It's a white man; he looks like a hunter; we will wait a moment or two, but I guess it is all right. "

The figure, meantime, with rifle poised, advanced very slowly andfinally stood fully revealed close to the fire, and indeed he was awhite man of strong and vigorous frame. 

"I'll go and meet him, " said Desmond; "you lay low here, rifle in handready to shoot in case he proves an enemy. "

"All right, lad, go ahead. "

Desmond stepped from his hiding-place and advanced toward the fire. Thestranger saw him, still held his position ready for offense or defense, and permitted Desmond to approach, and soon he discerned that the ladwas a white man and he called:

"Hail, friend!"

"Hail, to you, " replied the lad. 

The two men approached and shook hands. The hunter was a splendidspecimen of physical manhood, and his face indicated honesty andgood-nature. 

"Are you alone here, lad?"

"No. "

"Where's your comrade?"

Desmond made a sign, and Brooks stepped forth from the crevice andapproached the fire. 

"Hail, friend, " said the stranger hunter. 

Brooks answered the salutation, the two men shook hands and the strangersaid;

"What may be your business out here?"

"We'll talk of that later on; but, stranger, you took great chances. "

"I did?"

"Yes. "

"How?"

"In approaching the fire you were exposed; suppose the fire had beenkindled by Indians?"

The woodsman laughed, and said:

"I knew it was not an Indian's fire. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

"How is that?"

"They don't create such a big blaze. I knew white men were around, andmen whom I need not fear, but I was on my guard all the same. "

"We could have dropped you off. "

"Well, yes, but out here we have to take chances, and it was necessaryfor me to do so. "

"It was?"

"Yes. "

"How so?"

"I need food; I have not struck any game lately. The fact is, I've beenup in the peaks where there is no game. I hope you have a cold snackhere, my friends, and some tobacco, for I have not had a regular tobaccosmoke or chew for over a month. "

"We were just about to prepare some coffee and make a meal. "

"Good enough; did you say coffee? Well, I have struck Elysium; I haven'ttasted a cup of coffee in a year. You see I was snowbound away up in themountains; fortunately I had plenty of dried meat, and I was compelledto wait until I was thawed out. "

Brooks commenced making the coffee, and while doing so the woodsmanasked:

"Are you regular hunters?"

"No. "

"Ever in the mountains before?"

"Never. "

"You've been taking great chances. "

"We have?"

"Yes. "

"How so?"

"The mountains are full of bad Indian fugitives, and they are very ugly. Some are parts of a raiding gang of bucks, and others are rascals whohave made a kick out at the reservation. I've met twenty of them in thelast ten days; they are in squads of twos and threes, and they are fullof fight. "

"We have met some of them. "

"And you managed to escape?"

"We had a fight with one party. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

"How did you come out?"

"Ahead, I reckon, or we would not be here. "

The conversation was between the woodsman and Desmond. 

"What brought you into the mountains--are you tourists?"

"No. "

"On business?"

"Yes. "

"Surveyors?"

"No. "

"I thought not; no use to survey out this way. I suppose you are lookingfor a lost mine. "

"Well, we might take in a lost mine or find a new one, it don't matter. "

"Ah! I see; well, so far you've been lucky, but you've been takingdesperate chances. "

"Oh! that's a way we have. "

CHAPTER II. 

A RECOGNITION--THE WOODSMAN'S DISCLOSURES--ACHANCE AFTER ALL--THE BIVOUAC--DESMOND'SDISCOVERY--SAVAGES GALORE. 

The coffee was soon prepared and Brooks produced some dried meat and afew crackers, and the three men, so strangely met, sat down to enjoytheir meal. The woodsman was offered the first cup of coffee, and as hedrank it down, all hot and steaming, he smacked his lips and exclaimed:

"Well, that was good; that cup of coffee makes us friends. I may do youa good turn. "

"Good enough; we are ready for a good turn. We've had rather hard luckso far. "

"So you are after a mine, eh?"

"Yes. "

"You are regular prospectors?"

"Yes. "

"You have to strike a surface ledge to make any money. Don't think aclaim would amount to much out here unless you found a nest of them soas to attract a crowd, and a town, and a mill, and all that. Accordingto my idea the mines out here all need capital to work 'em in case youshould strike one. "

Regardless of possibilities, as the night was a little chilly, Brookshad created quite a blaze, and by the light of the fire he had a fairchance to study the woodsman's face, and finally he asked abruptly:

"Stranger, what is your name?"

The woodsman laughed, and said:

"I thought you'd ask that question. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"Well, it's natural that you should, but that ain't the reason I thoughtso. "

"It is not?"

"No. "

"Well, why did you think so?"

"I was going to ask your name. "

"Certainly; my name is Brooks. "

"I thought so. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

"What made you think my name was Brooks?"

"Can't you guess?"

"No. "

"Why did you ask my name?"

"As you said, it was a natural question. "

"That ain't the reason you asked it. "

"It is not?"

"No. "

"Well, you may tell me the true reason. "

"You've been studying my face. "

"I have. "

"You think you've seen me before somewhere?"

"Well, you did see me before. "

"I did?"

"Yes. "

"When and where?"

"Just look sharp and see if you can't place me. "

"I can't. "

"It was a great many years ago. "

"It must have been; but to tell the truth, there is something veryfamiliar in your face. "

"Yes, and you discovered it at the start, but you don't place me; Iplaced you. I didn't until you mentioned your name. "

"You now recall?"

"I do. "

"Where have we met?"

"Try to remember. "

"Tell me your name. "

"Oh, certainly, by and by; but in the meantime pay me the compliment ofremembering who I am. "

"You have the advantage. "

"How?"

"I told you my name. "

"I will tell you mine in good time, but try to remember. "

"I give it up. "

"You do?"

"I do. "

The woodsman laughed, and said:

"We slept together one night. "

"We did?"

"Yes. "

"When and where?"

"And now you can't recall?"

"I cannot. "

"You are a square man, but there has come a change over you. "

"Did we meet often?"

"No. "

"Were we intimate?"

"Well, yes, for the time being. "

"I give it up. "

"You don't place me?"

"No. "

Again the woodsman laughed and said:

"Do you remember about fifteen years ago a young fellow, tired, wet, andhungry, tried to find shelter in a freight car?"

"Hello! you are not Henry Creedon?"

"Yes, I am, and this is the second time you've fed me. You appear to bemy good angel; I may prove your good angel. "

"So you are Henry Creedon?"

"I am, " and turning to Desmond, Creedon said:

"Your friend there one night made a fight for me, fed me and foundshelter for me. He was a tramp then; I was footing it out West here. "

"Henry, " said Brooks, "what have you been doing all these years?"

"Mine hunting. "

"Mine hunting for fifteen years?"

"Yes. "

"And have you found a mine yet?"

The woodsman laughed, and Brooks said:

"Desmond, we did indeed take desperate chances, and we've been making afool's chase, I reckon. Here is a man who has been mine hunting forfifteen years and has not found one yet. Where do we come in?"

"I'll tell you, " said Creedon; "it's luck when you find a mine. More arefound by chance than are discovered by experts, but I think I've foundone; I can't tell. You see, I was raised in a factory town, I've had noeducation and I can't tell its value. I know where the find is located, however, and some of these days I'll strike a prospecting party who willhave an engineer with them, and then I will know the value of my find. "

"If you take a party in with you they will demand a share. "

"Certainly. "

"Do you intend to share with them?"

"I can't do otherwise. "

"Yes, that is so; suppose I find an engineer for you?"

"I suppose you will want a rake in. "

"Certainly. "

"Well, Brooks, I'll tell you, I don't want to start in on a divide witheveryone, but I've made up my mind to take you in with me. I know youare a kind-hearted and honest man, even though you are a tramp, awhisky-loving tramp, and that I remember you emptied my canister thatnight. "

"Yes, but I am not drinking now; I've reformed. "

"You have?"

"Yes. "

"So much the better for you. "

"I've something to tell you. "

"Go it. "

"I am just the man to establish the value of your mine. "

"You are?"

"Yes, I am. "

"How is that, eh? Have you become an expert after being in the mountainssix weeks? and I am not in one way, and I've been here for fifteenyears. "

"I was an expert before I came to the mountains. "

"You were?"

"Yes. "

"How is that?"

"I am a civil engineer by profession. "

"What's that?"

"I am a civil engineer by profession. "

"You don't tell me!"

"That's what I tell you, and I tell you the truth. "

"Then you are just the man I want. "

"I said I was; I am more than an engineer, I am a mineralogist and ageologist. "

"Hold on, don't overcome a fellow out here in the mountains; if you area civil engineer that is enough for me. Hang your mineralogy andgeology; what I want is a man who can estimate. No doubt about the ledgeI've struck; the question is, how much will it cost to mine it; how muchis there of it? You see I've had some experience here in the mountains, and sometimes we strike what is called a pocket; we might find gold fora few feet one way and another, and then strike dead rock and no gold. Iain't a mineralogist or geologist or a civil engineer, and I am afraidmy find won't amount to much, but it is worth investigation, and as youare able to estimate we will make a start. To-morrow I will take you tomy ledge and then we will know whether we are millionaires ortramps--eh? mountain tramps--but I am grateful for this food and coffee, and now if you'll give me a little tobacco I'll be the most contentedman in the mountains, whether my mine turns out a hit or a misthrow. "

So tobacco was produced; Brooks himself was an inveterate smoker, andsince being in the mountains Desmond had taken to the weed, and therewas promise that some day he might become an inveterate. 

The three men had a jolly time, but in a quiet way. Creedon was a goodstory teller; he had had many weird experiences in the mountains. He hadacted as guide to a great many parties, he had engaged in about fiftyfights with Indians during his residence in the great West, and had meta great many very notable characters. 

When the men concluded to lie down to sleep for the night theyextinguished their fire, and each man found a crevice into which hecrept, and only those who have slept in the open air in a pure climatecan tell of the exhilarating effects that follow a slumber under theconditions described. 

Desmond was the first to awake, and he peeped forth from his crevice andglanced down toward the point where the fire had been, when he beheld asight that caused his blood to run cold. Five fierce-looking savageswere grouped around the spot where the campfire had been, and he had achance to study a scene he had never before witnessed. He beheld fivesavages in full war paint; they were dressed in a most grotesque manner, part of their attire being fragments of United States uniforms, showingthat the red men had been in a skirmish, and possibly had come outvictorious, and had had an opportunity to strip the bodies of the dead. 

A great deal has been written about the shrewdness of redmen. They areshrewd when their qualities are once fully aroused and they are on thescent, but they are given to assumptions, the same as white men. Ofcourse Creedon was practically to be credited when he said that theIndians assumed there had been a camp there and that the campers haddeparted, but had they made as close observations as when on a trailthey would have made discoveries that would have suggested the nearpresence of the late campers. 

Creedon had as far as possible destroyed all signs when raking out thefire of a recent encampment, but an experienced and alert eye can detectthe truth despite these little tricks. 

Desmond saw the Indians: they were a hard-looking lot, the worstspecimens he had ever beheld, and they were assassins at sight, as hedetermined. He was secure from observation, but it was necessary to warnhis comrades, who were in different crevices, and at that moment Creedonactually snored. He was in the crevice adjoining the one where Desmondhad taken refuge. 

The Indians were too far away to overhear the snore, but it was possiblethe man might awake and step forth; then, as Desmond feared, the fightwould commence. He did not desire a fight; he might think the chanceswould be with his party, as only two of the Indians had rifles, but thenif even one of their own party were kicked over it would be a saddisaster. 

The lad meditated some little time and studied the conditions. Hecrawled into his crevice, and, lo, he saw a lateral breakaway. He mightgain Creedon's berth, as he called it, without chancing an outsidesteal. Fortune favored him; Creedon's crevice was one of several rentsin the rock, and he managed to reach the sleeper's foot, and hecautiously touched it, fearing at the moment that Creedon in hissurprise might make an outcry or an inquiry in a loud tone, but here helearned a lesson in woodcraft. Creedon did not make an outcry; he awokeand cautiously investigated, and soon discovered that Desmond hadtouched him and was seeking to communicate with him. He demanded in awhisper:

"What is it, lad?"

"There are Indians in the gulch. "

"Aha! where?"

"Down where we were camped last night. "

"You keep low and I will take a peep. "

Desmond could afford to let Creedon take a peep. The woodsman did peepand took in the situation, and he said:

"You are smaller than I am; does the rent where you are run to the berthwhere Brooks is sleeping?"

"It may; I will find out and go slow; we don't want a fight if we canhelp it, but we've got the dead bulge on those redskins if we have tofight. "

CHAPTER III. 

CREEDON'S KNOWLEDGE OF WOODCRAFT--THE REDMEN'SDEPARTURE--A LONG TRAIL--ON THE TRAMP--THESTRANGEST REFUGE IN THE WORLD--A BRIDGE OFRISKS. 

Desmond crawled forward beyond the rent where Creedon had lodged, and hefound the space much wider as he progressed, and soon gained the openingwhere the rent terminated in which Brooks had lain all night. Desmondglanced in, and, lo, Brooks was inside awake, and had already discoveredthe presence of the Indians, and so far they were all right. 

"Have you been able to notify Creedon?" asked Brooks. 

"Yes. "

"What does he say?"

"He bade me arouse you. "

"I discovered the rascals as soon as I awoke. "

"All right; lay low and I will learn what Creedon advises. "

Desmond crawled back and said:

"Brooks is awake and wants to know what we shall do. "

"There is only one thing to do: we will lay low, and if the rascals donot discover us all right; if they do discover us it will be bad forthem and all right with us again, that's all. And now you and Brooksjust keep out of sight and let me run the show. "

Word was passed to Brooks, and Desmond with the tramp lay low. As itproved there was not much of a show to run, as the Indians moved awayafter a little, but Creedon did not permit his friends to go forth. Hesaid:

"You can never tell about these redskins; they might suspect we arearound, and their going away may be a little trick; they are up to thesetricks. "

Hours passed, and Creedon still kept his friends in hiding, and it wasnear evening when he stole forth, saying he would take an observation. After a little he returned and said:

"It's all right; come out. "

Creedon said he had discovered evidence that the redskins had reallygone away. 

"Why couldn't you have found that out sooner?"

The woodsman laughed and said:

"They might have found me out then; as it was, according to the talesyou and Brooks tell, I took a desperate chance. "

"Shall we get to work and have a meal?"

"Not much, young man, you will have to control your appetite for awhile. Remember, I am captain of this squadron. I'll lead you to a place, however, where we can build a fire and camp and eat without fear. I amposted around here; I know the safe places. "

The party started on the march, and Desmond felt quite irritated; he hadgone nearly twenty-four hours without eating, and he said:

"I am ready to even fight for a meal. "

Creedon laughed and said in reply:

"You may have a stomach full of fighting yet before we find the mine. "

"I thought you had located it?"

"Yes, but it's a week's tramp from where we are at present, and we mayhave some lively times before we arrive at the place. "

It was nine o'clock at night when the party arrived at one of the mostpeculiar natural retreats Desmond had ever seen. It was a cave, as wewill call it, in the side wall of a cliff rising from a gulch even morewild and rugged than the one where the party had camped the previousnight. Some mighty convulsion of the mountain had separated the wholefront of the cliff from the main rock, so that a space of at leasttwenty feet intervened, and between yawned a dark abyss that led down towhere no man had yet penetrated. Creedon led the way up along a ledge ofascent which lined the outer edge of the great mass of detached cliff. Once at the top he descended on the inner side. It was night, but he hadtaken advantage of a mask lantern which he carried with him, and whichhe said was the most useful article in his possession. He added:

"These lanterns may belong to the profession of detectives and burglars, but I've found them the most useful articles a cliff-climber can own. They are different from other lamps and torches; you can control the oneray of light and indicate your path without any trouble whatever. "

This was true, as the guide demonstrated, and his party walked alongthe narrow ledge without any fear of being precipitated over; all itrequired was a good eye and a steady nerve, and they possessed thesenecessary qualifications. 

The guide at length came to a halt, and said:

"You stand here and I'll get my bridge. "

He proceeded along alone, but soon returned with two saplings, which hehad strung together, and of which he had made a rope ladder. 

Desmond was greatly interested, and watched the guide as he threw hisladder across the intervening abyss, and then he said:

"It will take a little nerve to crawl over, but once over we are allsafe, and I've got a storehouse over there. I prepared this place with agreat deal of patience and labor. We can spend two or three days here. Iknow you will enjoy it, and we can take a good long rest. I will go overfirst and then hold the light so you two can follow. "

Desmond glanced at Brooks, and asked:

"Will you risk it?"

"Yes, I will, lad; I am not the fellow I was about six months ago; I canclimb a steeple now. "

The guide went over, creeping across. The saplings bent under his weightand made a downward curve, so that when he attempted so ascend on theopposite side it was a climb up, but with the ropes made of wovenprairie grass and sticks and boughs he easily ascended. He had carriedhis lantern with him, and he flashed its light across his bridge andasked, "Who will come next?"

"You go, " said Desmond to Brooks. 

The tramp did not hesitate, but started to crawl over the oddlyconstructed bridge, and he did so as well as the guide had done. ThenDesmond crossed and the instant all hands were over the guide took uphis bridge stowed it away, and said:

"When we cross back it will be in the daytime, and much harder. "

"Much harder in the daytime?"

"Yes. "

"I should think it would be easier. "

The guide laughed and said:

"It might appear so, but in the daytime you will realize just what youare doing. You will see the dark abyss beneath you, and when the bridgesways downward your heart will be in your throat, I tell you. At night, however, you do not know just what you are doing. "

Desmond saw the truth of what the guide said, and observed that the manwas quite a philosopher. 

"Now let me go in advance, " said Creedon. 

He led the way and soon turned into what he called Creedon Street. Itwas a broad opening with a solid flooring, and walls of rock on eitherside--the most singular and remarkable rock conformation that eitherBrooks or Desmond had ever seen. The guide walked right ahead boldly; heevidently knew that there were no rents down which they might plunge. 

"Here is Creedon Hall, " said the guide, as he turned into a broadopening and flashed his light around. The party were in a cave, and yetwe can hardly call it a cave; it appeared to be merely a huge underlinein the side of the cliff, as it was open, as the guide said, facingCreedon Street. 

"I will soon have Creedon Hall illuminated for you, " said the guide. Hesecured some wood, and as Desmond followed him he saw that he hadabundance of it, and the guide said:

"This wood, some of it, has been stowed here for over ten years, and wecan have a jolly fire in a few minutes, and no fear of attractingIndians or any one else. We are as safe here as though we were making agrate fire in a big hotel in New York. "

Creedon made good his word, and soon Creedon Hall was brilliantlyilluminated, and Desmond was delighted. He exclaimed in his enthusiasm. 

"This is just immense!"

"Well, it is. "

Brooks also was delighted; he set to work to make the coffee and preparethe meal, and Creedon lay down on his blanket and lit his pipe, whileDesmond wandered around the cave, as he persisted in calling it. Hediscovered several outlets from Creedon Hall, and he made up his mindthat as soon as his friends were asleep he would steal the mask lanternand go on an exploring expedition. It was a jolly party that sat down tocoffee, cold dried meat, and crackers. Brooks had been very sparing ofhis crackers, and had at least five pounds of them at the time he andDesmond met the guide. 

"When did you discover this place?" asked Desmond. 

"I did not discover the place; it was revealed to me by an old hunter, aMexican, and how he discovered it he would never tell. The old man had agreat many secrets, and I have sometimes thought that there was goldhidden here somewhere. I've spent days searching for it, but never couldfind anything of the value of a red cent. "

"Where is the old Mexican now?"

"That's hard to tell, lad; he died about five years ago, and his bodywas carried to the ruins of an old Spanish church and there buried as hehad requested long before he died. He was a strange old man; hepossessed many secrets, but they died with him. It is possible he meantto reveal them some day, but death caught him and he went out with hismouth closed as far as his secrets were concerned. He was a sort ofmiser in secrets. I did think that some day the old man would revealsomething of value to me; he pretended to think a great deal of me. Isaved his life at a critical moment; he was actually bound to the stake, and I shot the rascal who was about to light the fire. They intended toburn him alive, and the arrival of myself and party was just in time. "

"Do the Indians still burn their prisoners at the stake?"

"These were not Indians--they were his own countrymen. They had tried toforce a confession from him, and because he refused to reveal thewhereabouts of the gold they thought he had stored away somewhere, theywere set to murder him in anger and revenge. "

"And you saved him?"

"I did. "

"And he never revealed his secrets to you?"

"Only the secret of this cave. He often made strange remarks and hintedthat some day I would receive my reward. We roomed here together all ofone winter, but he died and never opened his mouth to reveal where hisgold was, if it is true that he had any. I believe he did, but it willnever do me any good, and I do want to make a fortune somehow, but Isuppose I never will. Yes, lad, there are thousands of skeletons ofgold-seekers hid away in caverns in these mountains, victims of the sameambition which is leading us to take such desperate chances. "

Desmond was very greatly interested in the story of the old Mexican, andhe asked a number of questions. 

"You never got the least inkling as to where his gold was hidden?"

"I don't know that he had any gold; it is only a suspicion on my part. "

"He lived in this cave?"

"Yes. "

"Did you ever search here?"

"Well, you bet I did. "

"And did you explore?"

"You bet I did. "

"And you never found anything?"

"I never did. "

"Nor secured any indication?"

"Never. "

"Possibly you did not look in the right place. "

"That is dead certain, " came the natural answer. 

CHAPTER IV. 

ON AN EXPLORING EXPEDITION--A FIND IN A CAVE--THESEPULCHRAL VOICE--THE EXPLANATION--DESMONDGETS SQUARE ON A TRICK--STRANGE LONGINGS--THEFINDING OF A NUGGET. 

It was about midnight when the older men lay down on their blankets tosleep. Creedon had a big silver bull's-eye watch, and he said he alwayskept it going. 

Desmond pretended to lie down and go to sleep also, but his head wasfilled with visions of the Mexican's hidden gold. He had an idea thatCreedon's investigations might have been very superficial; he determinedto make a thorough and systematic search, and he actually believed hewould find the hidden gold. 

Brooks and Creedon were good sleepers; both were very weary and theywere soon in a sound slumber, and then Desmond arose, stole on tiptoeover beside Creedon and secured the mask lantern. A strange, weird scenewas certainly presented. There had been a big fire; the embers were allaglow and illuminated the cave. There lay Brooks and Creedon, lookingpicturesque in their hunting garb, and there was Desmond stealing ontiptoe under the glare of the firelight to secure the mask lantern. 

Having secured the lantern the lad moved away and made for a crevicewhich promised the best results. He knew enough of rock conformations togo forward very carefully, always flashing his light ahead and studyingthe path in advance, and so slowly, carefully, and surely he moved alonguntil he had traversed, as he calculated, a distance of two hundred andfifty feet, when suddenly his flashlight revealed a solid wall in frontof him. 

"Here we are, " he muttered, "and no mistake. "

Desmond saw that his explorations in that direction had ended. Heretraced his steps and selected a second crevice along which he made hisway, and at length he landed in a pretty good sized inner cave. 

"Well, I reckon we've got it here. "

The lad proceeded to search around with the care of a detective lookingfor clues. He did find evidences of some one having been in the cave; hefound the handle of a dirk, a small bit of a deerskin hunting jacket, and finally a little bit of pure gold. He examined the latter under hislamp, satisfied himself that it was a nugget of real gold in its naturalstate, and his heart beat fast. 

"I've got it at last, " he muttered; "yes, I thought I knew how to carryon this search. Creedon must have done it too hurriedly. "

Desmond felt quite proud of his success; he had struck it sure, as hebelieved, and he continued his search, and was intently engaged whensuddenly he heard a sepulchral groan at the instant he had plunged intoa sort of pocket and was feeling around; but when he heard that groan hestarted back into the cave and stood as white as a sheet gazing aroundin every direction, and there was a wild terror in his eyes. He stoodfor fully two minutes gazing and listening, and finally he said:

"Great Scott! what was that I heard--a groan?"

Desmond, although brave and vigorous, after all was but a lad of lessthan eighteen. He could have faced a grizzly bear, but when it came tothe supernatural he was not equal to it. The fact was he was deadscared, and, then again he believed he had really struck the hiddenrecess where the old Mexican's gold was secreted. 

The young are more susceptible to superstitious fears, as a rule, thanolder people; they are not skeptical. 

Desmond listened a long time, and as he did not hear the noise again, and feeling an intense desire to find the hidden treasure, he again wentto the rock pocket and plunged in, but immediately there came again thegroan, clear, distinct, and unmistakable, and also a voice commanding:

"Go away, go away; do not disturb my gold. "

The lad leaped out into the main cave again, and he trembled from headto foot. He had never received such a shock in all his life; he hadnever really believed in ghosts--never thought much about themindeed--but here he had at least evidence that the dead did watch theirtreasures. Still, the desire to secure the wealth was strong upon him;naturally he was, as our readers know, very nervy, and he determined toargue with the ghost. He reasoned that the hidden wealth could be of nobenefit to the spirit where he was, and he thought he might talk himinto keeping quiet. 

It was in a trembling voice that Desmond asked:

"Is the spirit here?"

The answer came:

"I am here. "

A more experienced person than Desmond would have gotten on to the factthat it was very strange that the spirit should answer him in such goodEnglish, it being supposed to be the spirit of a Mexican, but spiritsprobably can talk any language. At any rate, Desmond did not stop toconsider. 

"Do you own the gold?"

"Yes. "

"Why can't I have it? I've found it. "

"You get away as quick as you can or I'll seize you. "

Well, well, this was a great state of affairs; Desmond did not ask anymore questions. He seized his lamp and started to limp from the cave, and he was white and trembling. He made his way to Creedon Hall andbeheld Brooks and Creedon standing over the fire. On the face of Brooksthere was an amused look, and on Creedon's an expression of realjollity. 

"Great sakes! Desmond, " demanded Brooks, "where have you been? I awokeand found you missing, and Creedon and I have been scared almost todeath. "

Desmond tried to assume an indifferent air, and said:

"I wasn't sleepy, so I thought I would go and explore a little. "

"You had better be careful how you explore around here. "

"Why?"

"Well, that's all; I won't say any more, but be careful, or you may besuddenly missing. "

"What did you find, boy?"

"I'll tell you all about it in the morning. "

The men retired to their blankets and Desmond also lay down, afterhaving promised that he would not attempt to explore any more thatnight. 

He did not sleep, however; the phantom voice, the treasure, and hisdiscovery kept him awake, and he lay thinking about ghosts and goblins, and he muttered;

"Hang it! I never believed in ghosts;" then as he lay there, there cameto his mind a recollection of the jolly look that had rested on the faceof the guide, and there came to his mind a suspicion, and then acertainty, that he had been fooled. He was a wonderfully sharp lad, andhe began to think the whole matter over, and he recalled the fact thatthe ghost had spoken good English. 

"Hang me!" he muttered, "if I don't believe I've been made a victim of ahuge joke, and Brooks and Creedon are both guilty in aiding to give me ascare. All right, to-morrow we will see all about it; I'll get square. "

Desmond did fall asleep at length, and when he awoke Brooks and Creedonwere eating their breakfast, and Creedon said as Desmond joined them:

"So you were exploring last night?"

"Yes. "

"What did you find?"

"Gold. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

"Oh, come off. "

"I did. "

"You think you did. "

"I did, I'll swear I did. "

"Where did you find it?"

"In a cave which one of those passages leads to. "

"You found gold?"

"Yes. "

"You will have to be careful. "

"Careful?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"You'll strike the ghost. "

"The ghost?"

"Yes. "

"What ghost?"

"The ghost of the old Mexican. "

"I did think I heard a groan. Tell me about the old Mexican. "

"I've told you all I know about him, and I'll tell you that in myopinion it will be dangerous to meddle with his gold, even if you foundit. "

"Could that old Mexican speak English?"

"A little. "

"Only a little?" repeated Desmond. 

"Yes. "

"Then it's just as I suspected; I tell you I was scared at first, butwhen the old ghost answered me--"

"When the ghost answered you?" demanded Creedon. 

"Yes. "

"Did you see the ghost?"

"I heard him--that is, I thought I did--and I spoke to him, but he gaveme back such good English I made up my mind that you didn't know how toplay a joke. Next time stick to the broken English; you might havescared the life out of me then. "

Brooks and Creedon laughed, and the latter said:

"Well, you are smart, you are; but, lad, let me tell you something:don't spend time looking for the Mexican's gold. "

"Why not?"

"I've explored every nook and cranny in this mountain, and there is notreasure hidden here. "

"But I found some gold. "

"You did?"

"Yes. "

Creedon and Brooks stared. 

"Are you in earnest?"

"I am. "

"Where did you find it?"

"Well, I am going to consider awhile before I tell. "

Brooks looked Desmond straight in the face, and asked:

"Boy, honest, did you really find gold?"

"Yes, I did. "

The matter began to assume a very serious aspect, for Desmond spokeseriously. 

"If you found any gold, lad, you've beat me. "

"I did find gold. "

"On your honor?"

"Yes. "

"Well, here we are on shares; tell us all about it. "

Desmond laughed in turn; they had had their laugh and he had his laugh, as he said:

"Here is what I found. "

The lad produced the little nugget he had picked up and then Creedonlaughed, and said:

"By George! that is the bit of gold I lost, and I had a good hunt forit. "

Our hero had been impressed by Creedon's statement that he had examinedevery nook and corner in the mountain, and yet he did feel a sort ofhankering notion that he could find the gold, and he said:

"I want to explore again. "

"All right; it can do no harm, but I will relinquish all claim now toany gold that you may find in this cave. "

"I'll take you at your word, " said Desmond. 

Of course the youth had no real hope of ever finding any gold, but it isa known fact that such finds have been made, and sometimes the skeletonsof the owners have been found bleaching beside their gold. 

CHAPTER V. 

BOY'S DETERMINATION--GOING THROUGH A CREVICE--THEMOVABLE ROCK--AID TO DISCOVER--UP THROUGHA HOLE--THE GOLDEN HEAP--DESMOND'S GREATTRIUMPH--THE OLD MEXICAN'S SECRET EXPOSED. 

Desmond was somewhat impressed by the words of Creedon, but stillinsisted that he would like to conduct an exploration. 

"You will only go over the ground that I have already gone over. "

"I know that, but I propose to look around all the same. "

Desmond had been doing considerable thinking. He questioned Creedonagain and again, and made out that the old Mexican had lived in the cavealong with Creedon for months at a time, and as he learned, the old manhad thrown out a great many hints. These hints meant something; and thenagain, if he had hidden his wealth in the cave he had done it sosecurely and well that he had no idea of its ever being discovered untilsuch time as he saw fit to disclose the fact. Desmond knew how therewere some strange conformations in the rocks; the very place they werein was a testimony to the strange freaks that nature in its upheavalscan and does create. 

Brooks had nothing to say about the matter, and Creedon did remarkfinally:

"Of course, as I've said, it can do no harm, but be careful you don'tstrike--"

Desmond here interrupted, and said:

"I ain't afraid of ghosts; I've met one and I've got used to them. "

"I don't mean a ghost, I mean a crevice; go very slow and carefully, oryou may become a ghost yourself. "

Right here we wish to exchange a few words with our readers in regard tothese rock conformations. Right in the State of New York, in UlsterCounty, and in what is called the Shawangunk Mountains, there are someof the most wonderful caves and crevices, and in some of these cavesduring the winter the snow drifts down, and in the spring becomes asolid mass of ice, and the writer remembers upon one occasion after along and weary scramble over rocks under the face of a cliff whichtowers up and overlooks counties, being shown a rock cave where therewas a solid mass of ice, which, in its contour resembled a ship. The icemust have been at least sixty feet in length, twenty feet broad, andfully forty feet high, and adjoining it were all manner of caves. Thesecaves are within a few miles of several settlements, and possibly at thetime of the visit of the writer had not been entered by over a dozenpersons. In these mountains are some very remarkable rock conformations, and we merely mention this fact to the lads in the East, who may thinkthat these stories of rock caverns are exaggerated. There are probablyhundreds of caves in the Catskill and Shawangunk Mountains that havenever been entered or explored since the days when the early settlersmay have found them while bear hunting. 

Desmond had been raised, as we have stated, near the mountains, andprobably had explored many rock caverns, and it is because of this factprobably that he was not surprised when led to the cave where he firstbeheld the girl Amy Brooks. That cave still exists and is well known tomany of the people living in its vicinity, and in our description weadhered to almost absolute accuracy. 

Creedon was a rough and ready sort of man, but not, the fellow, asDesmond argued, who would apply himself to a critical study. It was agreat thing to have learned the facts concerning the old Mexican, andthe lad really believed that there was gold secreted somewhere in one ofthe little cavities in that perforated mountain. 

Creedon started in to relate to Brooks the facts about the mine hebelieved he had discovered, and Desmond, taking the mask lantern, started off to explore. 

"You will burn out all my oil, lad; that is the only harm you will do, and certainly little good. I cannot replenish the oil when it's burnedout, and I've been very careful, holding it for only such occasions aswhen we came here across the chasm. "

Creedon explained that he had only carried with him one can of oil, which had lasted him to date. 

Desmond started off and went direct to the crevice he had first entered, and Creedon smiled as he saw him go in there, remarking to Brooks:

"The lad will run up against a stone wall sure, but he is enthusiastic;it will be a lesson to him. "

"Can't tell about that lad, " said Brooks, "there is method in hisenthusiasm. "

"That's all right, but I was camped in here one whole winter, and as Itold you, there is not a nook or cranny that I have not explored. "

"But there are others, " said Brooks, with an odd smile on his face. 

Meantime, Desmond followed the crevice until he came to the stone wall. He knew about the same wall, but he was working on a certain theory. Hewas like the Captain Kidd treasure-seekers--the discouragement of othersdid not in any way discourage him, and we will here say that a similarpersistence in any walk of life, as a rule, leads to great results. 

Desmond, as stated, arrived opposite the stone wall, and he commenced acalm, steady, determined examination. First appearances would havediscouraged any man, being faced as he was by a solid, smooth face ofrock. He stood contemplating the mass before him, and then with the rayof light from his lantern he ran all over the rock. 

"By ginger!" he muttered at last, "I reckon it's true. There does notappear a hole big enough in that rock for a spider to crawl through;but, hang me! I've got an impression. "

There appeared to be a break in the rock just where it joined with theroof of the cave. Desmond rolled a bowlder over against the rock andmounted, and ran his finger over the crack. It was not a large crack andoffered no encouragement, but the lad was determined not to be satisfieduntil he had established facts beyond all dispute. He ran his finger, asstated, along the crack, and his knuckle pressed against the roof, andto his surprise there appeared to be a loosening. He examined it and hesaw that there was a uniform crack running along the roof inclosing aspace about two feet square. The lad instinctively pressed on the centerbetween the cracks, and lo, there appeared to be a piece of the roofthat yielded. He pressed harder and satisfied himself that the piece ofrock between the cracks in the roof was movable. The discovery causedhis heart to stand still, and he muttered:

"Great Scott! but I've found it. " He flashed the light on the crack andthought he could discern where there had been some chiseling. He madeevery effort to shift the rock out of its place, but it was too much forhim, owing to the fact that he could just about reach it. He did nothave purchase enough to exert his full strength. 

He stepped down on the floor again and commenced to consider, and thenhe determined to return to the main cave and solicit Brooks and Creedonto go to his aid. 

When he re-entered the main cavern Creedon with a laugh said:

"Well, lad, did you run up against a stone wall?"

"I did. "

"I told you it was of no use to search these crevices. I've exploredevery inch. "

"You have?"

"Yes. "

"I think not. "

Brooks knew Desmond so well he discerned that the lad had really made adiscovery, but he said nothing. 

"You think not, eh?"

"I do. "

"That would hint that you had found something. "

"I have. "

"What have you found?"

"I don't know yet, but I am certain I have found a cranny or nook thatyou never explored. "

"You have?"

"I have. "

"What have you found?"

"Oh, it may be that it's 'tellings, ' as the boys say. "

Creedon looked at the lad in a curious way. 

"It cannot be possible, " he said, "that you have found anything?"

"Yes, I have. "

"What have you found?"

"Guess. "

"It's no time to guess; what have you found?"

"I'll show you what I've found; I want your help. "

The lad found a piece of sapling about seven feet in length, and said:

"You gentlemen come with me; I'll show you something. "

Animated by great interest and curiosity, Brooks and Creedon followedDesmond. He led them to the little rock cave where the crevice abuttedon the solid wall of rock, and he said:

"Now what do you see?"

"We see the rock. "

"Is that all?"

"Yes. "

"Look sharp; there is something you have not discovered before. "

"What is it?"

"Look. "

"I've looked. "

"I reckon when you did look upon the occasion of your former visits youdid as you are doing now--only _looked_, but you did not search. "

"Have you searched?"

"Yes, I have. "

"And you've found something?"

"Yes, I have. "

"What?"

"Oh, look. "

"I'm done looking. "

"Then let me show you. "

Desmond took the strong piece of sapling he had brought with him andjammed one end with great force against the square piece of roofing, andthe piece of rock moved. 

Creedon gazed aghast and exclaimed:

"By all that's strange and wonderful, but I believe you have unfoldedthe Mexican's secret. "

"I think so; and now lend me your strength, both of you, and let's seeif we can move that loose piece of rock. I'll bet there is an openingthere. "

"You are right--yes, lad, you have indeed raked into the old Mexican'streasure den; I can recall now some words he once spoke. "

"Don't spend any more time recalling; let's shove that rock aside if wecan. "

The two men lent their aid to Desmond, and sure enough they did raisethe piece of rock, and by hoisting it they managed to move it aside atrifle, enough to reveal the fact that there was a chamber above, andthat the opening was through the piece of rock. 

It was a reward of Desmond's persistence, but after all it was accidentthat had revealed to him the opening. 

By hard work the men finally succeeded in moving the rock aside, andthere was disclosed the opening, and Desmond said:

"Now let me stand on our shoulders with the light and I will tell youwhat it is we have found. There is something there to reveal, I am deadsure. "

The two men assisted Desmond to their shoulders. He took the lantern andshoved his head through the opening, and then flashed the light around, and with a joyful shout exclaimed:

"We've got it!"

"This beats me dead, " said Creedon. 

Both men were greatly excited, for it did appear that they had made agreat find of hidden treasure. 

Meantime, Desmond managed to force himself up and disappeared in thecave. He glanced around and beheld a sight that filled him with varyingemotions. 

The chamber was not more than four feet square, but on the floor in onecorner was a shining heap. It shone under the ray of his lantern as heflashed the light upon it. He took a handful of the shining stuff andpassed it down to Creedon, handing him the lantern at the same time, andhe said:

"You are a good judge; tell me what that is?"

"It's gold dust, " cried Creedon; "how much is there of it?"

"Oh, barrels full, I should say. "

"Great ginger! lad, you've struck it. "

"Well, it won't run away, I reckon, but give me your hat and I'll fillit. "

"Is that to be my share?"

"No, we're only giving you the first whack at it, that's all. "

Desmond filled Creedon's hat with the dust and then descended, and thewhole party made their way to the outer cavern. 

CHAPTER VI. 

DISCUSSING THE FIND--A NEW RESOLUTION--GOING TO CREEDON MINE--ADISAPPOINTMENT--BETTER INDICATIONS--A NEW MOVE. 

Once in the outer cavern, Desmond said:

"It's now a matter of business. "

"Well?"

"How shall we divide?"

"You are the finder, " replied Creedon; "you are to decide. "

"You leave it to me?"

"Yes. "

"I'll make it an even divide all round. "

"Boy, it's a great discovery. "

"What do you think of its value?"

"It depends upon the weight, but from your description I should say wehad a ten-thousand-dollar find. "

Desmond's eyes opened wide, and after a moment he asked:

"Does it really belong to us?"

"It does certainly; I am really the appointed heir of the old Mexican, but anyway treasure-trove goes to the finder who can establish a rightto it. "

"We can, " said Brooks. 

"You bet we can, and it is ours, but it's strange how the old Mexican'ssecret has been opened up. Here I've had five years to search for thisgold and failed to find it, and this lad gets on to it in one day. "

"It was a mere chance. "

"Well, yes, to a certain extent; but if you had not been so persistentyou would not have developed the chance and made the find possible. "

"How did the old man accumulate this gold?"

"It's plain enough; he has known some stream and has washed it, andpossibly it took him ten years to gather the heap you found there; buthow well he did it!"

"He did, sure. "

"How shall we make a divide?"

"Easy enough if you will let me make a suggestion. "

"Certainly. "

"We will carry it all out here; we run no risk, no one will everpenetrate to this retreat; then when we have it all carted out here wewill divide it, a coffee cup full at time. "

"Good enough; that suits me. "

"But wait; I've a better proposition if you will accept it. "

"Go ahead. "

"Let's leave it where it is, go on to my mine, and if it amounts toanything we will have the capital to work it ourselves. "

Desmond glanced at Brooks, and the man said:

"That is a good proposition. "

Brooks was less suspicious than Desmond, but the lad determined toaccede to the proposition, and it was decided that on the followingmorning they would start for Creedon's mine, and the guide said:

"We will start before daylight. "

"Why?"

"We had better cross the chasm in the dark; I am afraid you would hardlyrecross it if you were to behold once what would be underneath you. "

It was so decided. 

The party made all their preparations and on the following morning, before daylight, with the aid of Creedon's ladder the party crossed thechasm and proceeded on their way toward the place where Creedon's minewas located. They managed to secure enough game which they cooked andhad for food, and commenced their long march, and it was a long march. They had been five days on the tramp, and stopped one night to camp, when Creedon said:

"In the morning we will be on the ground. "

The place where they were camped was a mountain glen, and our youngfriend Desmond, being in splendid health, was exceedingly happy. Thelife thus far had been one of constant excitement, and therefore at hisage one of continuous enjoyment, and besides, to crown all, he wascomparatively rich. As intimated, Creedon had valued the dust at tenthousand dollars, and when it should be turned into money Desmond couldindeed clear his mother's farm and go to school, and then to college, and it was his highest ambition to obtain a fine education. He was anambitious lad. 

Creedon was restless and excited all the evening; for him a greatdecision was to be rendered. He had come to know that Brooks was indeedan expert, and should the latter decide that his claim was of value itmeant that for which he had been struggling a long time, as he had said, for fifteen years. 

Creedon did not sleep; much danger would not have kept him awake, butthe possibilities of the dawning day did cause exceeding restlessness. Desmond noticed that the woodsman did not sleep and went over and satnear him. 

"What's the matter, lad; why don't you sleep?"

"Why don't you sleep?"

"To tell the truth, I can't. "

"Neither can I. "

"I don't see what keeps you awake. "

"The possibilities of the coming day. "

Creedon was in a thoughtful mood, and Desmond asked:

"Why are you so anxious to get rich?"

"Lad, I'll tell you: I am thirty-three years old; I started from homewhen I was less than eighteen; my father was a poor man. Living in ourtown was a rich man who had a lovely daughter; she was just fifteen. Ihad known her from the time we were wee little tots, and we fell in lovewith each other, although she was fifteen and I but a little pastseventeen, but her father was rich; he despised low people, and thatgirl and I agreed that I was to leave home, go into the world and earn afortune, and go back and claim her. We made a solemn agreement, pledgedourselves under the stars, she was to wait for me even if I did notreturn until I was a gray-haired man. Boy, she is waiting yet; she is ahandsome woman now--I have her photograph--and once a year I receive aletter from her. She has urged me to return; her father is dead and shehas a competency in her own right, but I am not willing to go home, marry her and live on her money; and besides, I want to get rich--realrich. I wish to buy her the finest house in our native town, give herhorses and carriages; I'll die before I will return poor. The people inthe town have often and often hurt her feelings by their deridings, telling her that I had forgotten her, that if I did succeed in winning afortune I would never return to her, but would marry some one else. Theytold her I was a thriftless vagrant, never would get rich, and throughall this she has remained true to me, and every time I receive a letterfrom her she urges me to return. I don't know; if my mine turns out allright I will return, if it don't I will not return, and here I am justabout to learn what the chances are. It means to me life, love, andhappiness, or a return to the endless longing that has inspired me forthe last fifteen years; but, boy, I will never return unless I have afortune. "

"No wonder you are restless, and I am now as much interested in oursuccess on your account as I am on my own. "

"I have high hopes, lad--yes, high hopes. "

On the morning following the dialogue related, all hands were up brightand early and they started for the mine, and in two hours were on theground. Creedon was pale as a pictured ghost while pointing out toBrooks the indications, and Brooks also was excited as he made hisstudy. 

We will not bore our readers with an account of the investigations madeby Brooks, but will state that at the end of the second day he wascompelled to announce that the mine was valueless. 

Desmond thought he had never seen a more disconsolate look on any man'sface than the one that settled over the face of Creedon when theannouncement was made. 

"Your mine don't amount to anything in itself, " said Brooks, "but itcarries a suggestion; it is a compass that points to where a valuablemine may be found. We are not in it yet; to-morrow I will make a surveyand I may get indications that will carry us to the ledge where the goldores extend in paying quantities--yes, I think I can read theindications as plainly as though the road were mapped out. "

Brooks spent two days, and then said:

"It's all right; there is a mine somewhere, but I must have the properinstruments and testing utensils. I will leave you and Desmond here inthe mountains and proceed to the nearest settlement and secure what Ineed. Creedon, I can almost promise you that we will find a richdigging, and it will be more accessible than this one. "

"I have a better plan, " said Creedon. 

"What is your plan?"

"We will go and get the dust that the lad found; we will carry that tothe town, dispose of it, get our money, make our deposits in the bank, and then start in on the search. Possessing the knowledge that you do, we will find a mine. I am not discouraged yet. "

It was so agreed, and the party made their way back to where they hadtheir store of dust. Creedon had made some deerskin bags so that theburden would not fall upon one person. The dust was all secured and theymade a start for the town. 

On the night when they made their last halt before ending their trip inthe town, Brooks, the wizard tramp, took advantage of an opportunity totalk to Desmond alone. He said:

"Lad, to-morrow we will be in the town and we will have money. I have aproposition. It will take a year or two to develop matters in case I dolocate the mine; you cannot afford at your time of life to spend a year. I do not need you with me now. I am a man again, thanks to you, and Iwill make a confidant of Creedon. He is a manly, honest fellow, and willwatch over me. Our joint interest will make him a splendid sentinel. Ifeel that we are sure to win, if not in one direction in another. Withmy scientific knowledge and his practical knowledge we will win, but itmay be two or three years. This is a fascinating life for you, but youcannot afford to lose this valuable time. "

"What is it you are about to propose?"

"I can send you home with five thousand dollars and I will still havemoney enough to carry on our purpose. You can clear off the farm and goto school; you are ambitious, and in less than a year you will beprepared to stand an examination for college, and you can go with acheerful heart, for if my life is spared I will win a fortune for you. Ihave no use for a fortune myself; I am working for you and Amy. "

"But suppose something should happen to you? Do you remember you havenot made your revelation?"

"I propose to provide for that; I will confide to you a document. It isnot to be opened until you are assured of my death, so living or deadyou shall in good time learn the great secret that I have held all theseyears. "

"I must think this matter over, " said Desmond. 

"There must be no thinking. I have decided as to what you must do. "

"And you do not want me to go back at all?"

"No, I want you to go home to the State of New York; I want you to go toclear off the farm and go to school, and I will attend to your affairsout here. "

"I will decide in the morning. "

That night Desmond thought over the whole matter. He had becomefascinated with the life in the mountains, but when he revolved thewhole matter in his mind he saw that it was indeed wiser for him toreturn to his home; and under what joyful circumstances he wouldreturn! He could clear the farm and have money in the bank; he could goto school and go to college, and devote his whole attention to studywithout any worry or fear, and in the morning he greeted Brooks with theannouncement:

"I have decided to obey you. "

CHAPTER VII. 

A SAD PARTING--PROPHETIC WORDS--ON THE TRAIN--ASENATOR'S SON--LEADING UP TO A TRICK--GENUINEFUN AHEAD. 

There came a sad look to the face of Brooks, and he said:

"I shall miss you, Desmond, but I feel it is for the best. You are ayouth of great promise. I do not mean to flatter you, I am speaking thetruth, and it is in your interest that I so warmly advocate your returnto the East. I desire that you become an educated man, a graduate ofcollege; I wish you to secure your degree. And let me tell you now therewas fate in our meeting, and very remarkable consequences may follow ouracquaintance begun and maintained under such strange circumstances. "

Desmond had never beheld his strange friend, the wizard tramp, under asimilar mood. There appeared to be a prophetic spell prompting the wordsof the strange man. 

"I hope you do not wish to get rid of me. "

"No, I am speaking in your interest alone, lad; my life has been awasted one, yours is just commencing. You can be of some use in theworld, I have been a nuisance. I have a strange tale to tell--yes, Desmond, like many others I have encountered a romance in life. Ideliberately threw myself away, but where I failed you can win; there isa chance for you to become a useful man; great honor may await youbecause you possess the qualities that win success. You are brave, firm, and persistent, also enterprising; with these qualities, in this land, any young man can win a success against the great throng of unambitiousand careless men like myself. "

"Can you trust yourself?"

"I can. "

"You are certain?"

"I am. "

"You do not need me?"

"I do not. "

"Remember, your weakness upon several occasions permitted you to fall. "

"I have considered everything; I have an object in life now and aprospect. "

"A prospect?"

"Yes. "

"Is there anything you are concealing from me?"

"I am considering your interests alone, " was the reply. 

"But your revelation?"

"It is not necessary for me to tell you once again that I have providedfor you to learn the secret of my life in case anything should happen tome. "

Desmond at once began his arrangements for a return to the East. He hadbeen away for many months; he had plenty of money; his return would bein great triumph in every way. He purchased fine clothes, which he wasable to do even in the far Western town where he was stopping, and whenhe arrayed himself in his good clothes even Brooks was surprised at thewonderful transformation well-fitting attire made in the youth. Desmondwas indeed a fine-looking fellow, well educated comparatively, and as isnot unusually the case, he was naturally capable of adapting himself tochanged conditions. He did not seem awkward in his good clothes, butappeared as though he had worn fine attire all his life. 

At length the hour came when Desmond and Brooks were to part company. The wizard tramp had a sad look upon his face, although he tried to becheerful and jovial The attempt, however, was a failure. He said:

"I will not go with you to the train, Desmond, we will part here, andyou can address your letters to me here; I will arrange to have themforwarded to me in case I go prospecting again. "

"You will go prospecting, I suppose, of course. "

"I cannot tell; but remember, if anything happens to me I have arrangedfor you to be communicated with. "

There came a look of concern to our hero's face, and the discerningBrooks said:

"You have something to say. "

"I have an idea. "

"Well?"

"There is great peril in the wilderness. "

"Yes. "

"There have been cases where men have lost their lives and their deathshave not become known until many years afterward. "

"That is true, lad, and I have calculated for that. "

"You have?"

"Yes. "

"How?"

"You will know if such an event should occur. In the meantime let metell you if a year should pass and you do not hear from me you will knowthat I am dead. "

"And then?"

"Tell Amy. "

"And then?"

"She may make a disclosure to you. Remember, I have taken everyprecaution. "

"I do not know why you should withhold from me your life secret. No harmcould come of an immediate revelation, but of course you have your ownreasons for withholding your story. "

"Yes, that is it, I have reasons; no harm might come of an immediaterevelation, but I have reasons of a very satisfactory character tomyself. You will understand and appreciate them when they are made knownto you. Desmond, I am a changed man; you need have no fear concerning menow; time has righted a wrong. I am strong now--that is, normallystrong--all will go well, I believe, if not with me at least with you. "

A little later and our hero was on his way across the country to thetown where he was to take the train, and a better equipped lad foradventure never boarded a train, and lo, he encountered several verythrilling adventures ere he arrived at the valley farm where kind heartsbeat to greet him. 

Desmond had been on the train but a few minutes really when he observeda tall, country-looking young fellow, who fixed his eyes on him. As hasbeen demonstrated all through our narrative, Desmond was a very quick, discerning chap; in the language of the day, he was "up to snuff, " andthe instant he caught the eye of the country-looking fellow he knew thatsomething was up, and he discerned more which will be disclosed as ournarrative advances. 

Desmond had not boarded a through train; he was to go to a large townwhere he would meet a through express. The train he had entered was away train, and he seated himself by the window. No one was in the seatwith him at first, but soon the country-looking chap took a seat besidehim. The latter appeared to be a jolly, innocent sort of chap, and headdressed the young adventurer with the words:

"Hello!"

There came a merry gleam in Desmond's eyes, as he asked:

"Do you take me for a telephone?"

The stranger arched his eyebrows, and demanded:

"A telephone?"

"Yes. "

"What makes you ask that question?"

"Because you yelled 'hello' in my ear. "

"I've heard about telephones, but I never saw one. "

"You never did?"

"No; what are they like?"

The question was asked seemingly in the most innocent manner, but thekeen-witted Desmond's suspicions were at once aroused, and on theinstant he made a curious discovery. The fellow was a make-up, under adisguise, and consequently under immediate suspicion also. 

"So you never saw a telephone?"

"Never. "

"You _tell_ me that?"

"Yes. "

Our hero knew he had a long journey before him; he was naturally veryfond of a joke and excitement, and besides he had instinctive hatred fordesigning men. Our hero was aware that the trains, as a rule, areinfested with sharps, and the efforts of the railroad companies tosquelch these nuisances are not altogether successful. Our adventurerdetermined to have a little amusement, and if his suspicions were fullyverified he was resolved to teach at least one sharp a good lesson. Wewill repeat, Desmond did not look like an athlete or a youth who hadseen the rough side of life; he could easily be mistaken for anordinarily bright youth who had much to learn. 

"So you really never saw a telephone?"

"Never, " repeated the man. 

Desmond, having determined upon his course of action, assumed a mostserious air, and with the greatest earnestness graphically described atelephone, and the stranger appeared to be all interest and attention, and expressed his surprise by innocent ejaculations, as our hero relatedthe wonderful possibilities of the telephone. 

It was an amusing scene, or would have been to one who was under therose and understood that a game was being played. 

When Desmond's description apparently, as stated, told in the mostearnest manner the sharp, as we shall call him, said:

"Well that beats me, it beats anything I ever heard. See here, stranger, you are making a fool of me with a big fish story because I am a greenWestern man, born and raised on the prairie. "

"No, I've told you the truth. "

"Well, well, you come from the city?"

"No, I am going to the city. "

"New York?"

"Yes. "

"Is that your home?"

"Well, _New York lies near where_ I live. "

"Dear me, what wonderful sights you have seen!"

"Yes, sir. "

"That New York is a wonderful place. "

"You bet it is. "

"I am going there some day--yes, I've said I'd see New York some day andI will. It must make a man blind for a few days to go around there. "

"Well, yes, it is rather dazzling, " said Desmond. 

So the conversation continued for quite a time and finally the strangerrose and went away, saying he would return immediately. Quite arespectable-looking man took the vacated seat beside Desmond, and thelast neighbor asked:

"Do you know that green-looking chap who was just talking to you?"

"No, sir, I never saw him before. "

"Then you don't know who he is?"

"No, sir. "

"That is a son of Senator F----, the richest mine owner out in thissection; he looks like a countryman. You see he was raised in the West, but he is one of the most honest and good-hearted fellows in the world, liberal to a fault, fond of fun, but a good and true friend to any one. "

Desmond studied the man who was giving him this unsolicited information, and he concluded that the nice-looking man was sharp number two; he wasup to this sort of business and perceived the whole game. 

"Yes, he appears like a good, honest fellow, " said Desmond. 

"Honest? why, you could trust him with all you had in the world. "

"Yes, he looks that. "

"He is one of the kindest-hearted fellows in the world. I tell you ifyou get into trouble he is the man to aid you. He is the best pistolshot and rifle shot in the land. Why, that fellow has fought off a wholetribe of Indians. The redskins fear him as a white man fears the devil, and his father is one of the richest men out in this section, as I toldyou. "

"Yes. He don't look like a millionaire's son. "

"No, but he is all the same, and he appears to have taken a great fancyto you. I was watching him while he talked to you; I tell you no onewill interfere with you anywhere in this land if they know that he isyour friend. "

"That's good. "

"Yes. He is a splendid fellow. "

The man who had volunteered all this information walked into a forwardcar, and a few moments later the senator's son, so-called, returned, andas frequently occurs in far Western trains, the particular car in whichDesmond was riding was deserted. Our hero and the countryman had the carall to themselves, and after a little further talk the senator's sonsaid:

"I wish some greeny would come in here, we'd have some fun. "

"How?"

"I'll tell you, I am a regular juggler; I know all the tricks ofgamblers and I'd fool a fellow. "

"Do you know all the tricks of gamblers?"

"Yes, and sometimes I beat the game just for fun. You see I am down ongamblers, I just like to beat them. Generally there are one or two ofthose rascals on this train, but they know me; I don't get a chance atthem any more, so I sometimes amuse myself by astonishing greenhorns. Byginger! but it's funny I've never been in New York; I am half a mind togo right on to the great city with you. "

"Yes, come along, " said Desmond, a merry twinkle in his eyes. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

PLAYING TO CATCH A WEASEL--A SHARP'SSCHOLAR--OPENING UP OF THE GAME--TWOBIG HANDS--A CRISIS. 

"I can't go, but I'd like to; but you give me your address, and some dayyou will see me in York. I feel like the man who said, 'See Venice anddie;' I want to see New York. Say, they tell me there are a great manysharpers in that wonderful city. "

"Yes, it's full of them. "

"Well, wouldn't I have fun beating those fellows, especially on the racetrack, eh? They tell me these sharps are as thick as mosquitoes inAugust down on the race tracks. "

"Yes, they hover around there. "

"I like you, young fellow. "

"Thank you. "

"Yes, I do. "

"So you said. "

"You're honest; I like an honest young fellow every time. Are you anorphan?"

"A half orphan. "

"Your mother dead?"

"No, my father. "

"Well, I am just the other way--my mother is dead and my dad, he is awayup. They say he is a great man. I reckon he is, but I am no shakes; yousee I care more for fun than lands. Now, see here; I'll teach you sometricks. Would you like to learn?"

"Yes, I would. "

"Good enough, and when you get back to York you can punish some of thosesharps there, for my occupation is gone out here; they won't let me playagainst them or I'd beat them every time--yes, I beat their game andthen give the money away to some poor person who needs it; but theydon't know you, and before we get to the end of the route some of thosefellows may get aboard, and as I said, they don't know you, and we'llhave some great fun; you can beat the game. "

"I'd like to do that. "

"You would?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"I was beaten once. "

"You were?"

"Yes. "

"At what game?"

"Three card monte. "

"Well, well! and did they ever come the thimblerig on you?"

"Yes, I had a taste of that also. "

"Then you've been through the mill?"

"Yes. "

"Well, now, see here; I'll teach you the game, and you are the only oneI ever will teach it to; you are honest. But if I were to teach the gameto some fellows who claim to be honest they would start in as gamblersright away. "

"I never will. "

"No, I can see that in your eye; you've got an honest face; I like youclean through. "

"Thank you again. "

"Yes, and I am going to learn you a trick or two. "

"I'll be glad to learn. "

The man produced his cards and said:

"I always carry an outfit with me just for fun. "

"Is that so?"

"Yes. "

"That's fine. "

We cannot in words describe the peculiar tones of our hero or thesingular expression upon his face, but he was playing for great fun. Heheld in reserve a great surprise for the senator's son, a grand climaxand tableau was to close the scene, or rather, as Desmond classed it inhis mind, grand comedy. He did not know just how the fellow intended towork his game; he believed the method would be a novel one, but he wasready--yes, permitting himself to be led on to the grand climax. 

The wizard tramp was an expert gambler and he had taught Desmond a greatmany tricks in order to put the youth on his guard, and also foramusement during their lonely hours together. All there was to learnabout the trick Desmond already knew, but he pretended ignorance, andlet the sharp go ahead. He proved an apt scholar, however, for thesenator's son said:

"Jiminy! I don't know but I am doing wrong. "

"Doing wrong?"

"Yes. "

"You learn so quick you appear to be a natural gambler. "

"I am pretty quick at learning points, I will admit. "

"You are great. "

Our hero had just about mastered the intricacies of the game when, lo, three men entered the car, and the sharp whispered to the lad:

"Great Scott! here are a lot of 'gambs' as sure as you are alive. Iwonder if they will give me a chance at them; if they do I'll show yousome fun, if they don't you are up to the trick, you are my pupil, andyou can show me the fun. "

"That's so. "

"Lay low, my friend, don't go too fast or these fellows will becomesuspicious. I want to catch them good, and we will if you play itright. "

Desmond was on to the trick; he saw how the game was to be played, andhe appreciated that it was indeed a neat little trick. They were workingto fleece him differently from any little game he had ever seen or hadread about. 

The "gambs, " as the sharp had called the newcomers in the car, did notbetray their game at once. They took a seat a little distance off andcommenced playing among themselves "only for fun, " as they said loudenough to be overheard. 

"We'll catch them, " whispered the sharp. 

"I don't know; they do not appear disposed to let us into their game;maybe they are acquainted with you. "

"Never mind, they will go for you. Let me see, I'll go out of the car, see! and then they will make your acquaintance. I'll be at hand in casethere is a row. "

"Yes, I see. "

"We must catch these fellows and teach them a lesson. "

"We will. "

"We will have to blind them. Let me see; have you any money to make abluff on?"

"Yes, plenty. "

"Make believe you are making a bet with me and show a roll, then we willbait them and they will go for you; and, oh, won't we give 'em a lesson?You bet we will; we'll just clean them out and give the money to someneedy person--that is, you can--and you'll meet many a poor cuss beforeyou get to New York. "

"You can meet them anywhere. "

"Have you got a roll?"

"Yes. "

"A good sized one? for we want to give them a good bait. "

Desmond was playing his part of the game well--very well--his wholemanner was right up to the mark--indeed, he did a fine piece of acting. He pulled out a roll of bills, pretended to dispute with the sharp, andsuddenly exclaimed:

"I'll bet you a hundred. "

"No, no, young fellow, I don't bet, " said the sharp. "I know I am right, I'd only be robbing you. "

"I won't let you rob me; I am up to what I say. "

The youth put an emphasis on his words which the sharp did not notice;he thought he had such a sure thing, he was not looking for a false"steer. " Desmond saw the glitter, however, in the sharp's eyes at thesight of the roll, for it looked like a big pile of money, and the sharpappeared to feel, as indicated in his face, that the pile was alreadyhis own. 

"By ginger!" he said, "you are a dandy; you can play this game right up, but don't be too anxious or you will scare those fellows off; just takeit easy, let them lead you on. "

"Oh, I know how to work; don't you forget I am a Yorker. "

"Yes, I see you Yorkers are smart fellows. You know a heap, I can seethat; but I did learn you some?"

"Yes, and when we get through here, I'll teach you a trick. "

The sharp shot a keen glance at Desmond, and the lad saw that he hadbeen a little premature, but it was only a fuse that flashed, and thesharp said, speaking in a very low tone:

"I'll go in the next car, but I'll be on hand at the right moment. Iwant to enjoy the laugh when you catch these fellows. You are sure youare on to the trick?"

"I am. "

"You must keep your eyes well open. "

"You bet I will. "

The sharp left the car, and after a moment one of the confederates cameover and took a seat alongside of Desmond, and in a jolly, familiartone, he said:

"You bucked the senator's son down, didn't you?"

"Well, yes. "

"It takes a good man to buck him down; He's got lots of stuff and sandtoo, but you bucked him. "

"Yes, I did. "

"We're having a little game here to pass the time--it's awful drearythese long rides. You see, we are salesmen and we've had some of thesefellows out here trying to rope us in, and we are trying to learn thegame. "

"Don't you know the game?"

"No; do you?"

"Well, I know a little about it. "

"Come along and show us what you know. "

The party got together; Desmond appeared hale-fellow-well-met with therogues, and the game was played amid a great deal of laughter, until oneof the party said:

"By Jove! boys, I am on to this thing. "

"You are?"

"Yes, I am. "

"You daren't bet for fair. "

"Yes, I dare. "

"Oh, come off. "

"I'll bet for fair; I'll give every one of you a chance. "

"You will?"

"Yes, I will. "

"Come off. "

"I am in earnest; who'll go first and bet me?"

"I will, " said one man. 

"All right. "

The cards were thrown and a bet made, and the dealer was beat and lostapparently a ten-dollar bill. 

"All right; I was beat that time. Who'll take a second hack at it? I'vegot it all right, and I'll catch some of you fellows. "

"Will you?"

"I will, by thunder. "

The trick was being played in the most bungling manner, simply becausewhen properly played the exposure would have shown the game. The secondman bet and won, and the dealer said:

"I give it up, let's play a little game we know something about. "

"What will it be?"

"I'll deal you fellows a little faro; we might as well pass the timethat way as any other. "

A game of faro commenced and Desmond went into the game, and in a littletime the original sharp came in the car and wanted to take a hand, andit was then that the gamblers said:

"No, we won't let you; you are a 'jack' player; we are only amateurs. "

The party played faro for a little while and then a regular game ofpoker was proposed. The latter was a game that all hands could play infor a trick; even the senator's son was permitted to enter the game, andwinking in a knowing manner to our hero he did get in the game, and thefour proceeded up to a crisis where, as usual, two men held hands ofvalue, and as it chanced, the original sharp was the man who held a handagainst Desmond, and he said:

"Here, I'll only make a small bet; I don't want to win your money. "

"I'll bet you anything you want, " said Desmond. 

"Hello! are you in earnest?"

"Yes, I am. "

"Do you really want to get my money?"

"Yes, I do. "

"Dead sure?"

"Yes. "

"I've a big hand, I'll tell you that before you start in. "

"That's all right, I'm betting on my hand. "

"Now see here, young fellow, remember this is poker, and on principle Ialways claim when I win, so don't bet high on your hand. "

"I'll go as high as you choose. "

"And you know what you are doing?"

"Yes. "

"I am in dead earnest. "

"So am I. "

"Everything is barred?"

"Yes, everything, " said Desmond. 

"All right; if you will have it so swing out your roll. I'm bettingheavy on this hand, but I've warned you, remember. "

"Yes, but you can't bluff me, " said Desmond. 

CHAPTER IX. 

ALMOST A BREAK--A NOVEL GAME TO ROB--OUR HERO'SARTISTIC ACTING--A TABLEAU AND A GRAND SURPRISE. 

Again the sharp fixed his eyes upon our hero, but it was not agive-away; Desmond was playing his game too well. He appeared like anexcited gambler, an amateur, who apparently believed he had a surething. 

"I'll warn you once more, " said the sharp. 

"To the dogs with your warning, you daren't bet. "

"Oh, yes, I dare bet, but I like you; I've a dead sure hand, you can'tbeat me. "

"That's my lookout. "

"Then you know just what you are doing?"

"Yes, I do. "

"These men can bear witness that I want to throw up my hand. "

"You needn't. "

"And you will really bet?"

"Yes, I will. "

"With your eyes open?"

"Dead sure. "

"All right; what is your raise?"

Desmond gave a lift and the sharp raised back, and so the play went onuntil the stake was a thousand dollars on the two hands, and the sharpsaid:

"See here, young follow, five hundred is enough for you to lose. "

"No, no, I am not losing. "

"You ain't?"

"No. "

"Suppose you are mistaken. "

"I can stand it. "

"You can?"

"I can. "

"All right; no use for me to attempt to stand against a young fellowlike you. I begin to suspect you've been playing innocent, and I willteach you a lesson; I raise you a hundred. "

"I see it and go two hundred better. "

Each time a bet was made the money was laid on the table, and it was avery exciting scene and moment. The sharp looked puzzled; he had laidout for a dead sure thing, but there had come a complete change overDesmond, and it was the latter fact that scared the sharp. Hehesitated, but at length, in a slow tone, said:

"I'll see you a call, " and he laid down his cards. He held four jacks, agreat hand, but one that is often beaten, of course, and it was beatenon this occasion, for, strange to declare, Desmond held four kings. 

Right here let us offer an explanation. Our hero was playing against afalse deal; the man who was leading him made the fatal mistake that hewas working with a gudgeon on his hook, consequently he was notwatchful. The wizard tramp had taught Desmond a great many tricks, andthe lad's natural discernment and watchfulness had prepared him for thehand when the great trick was to be sprung, and unwatched he worked abigger trick. He did not know what the hand was he was pitted against, but he had been let in to gamblers' tricks, that is, "snide" gamblers. These fellows in making a false deal do not win on the highest hands, for they always know the hand against them. The fellow who was seekingto rob Desmond thought he knew our hero's hand, but it was right therehe was fooled. Our hero had worked his own trick, as stated--he stole ahand so deftly that the unwatchful robbers did not see him do it, and itwas there he had them. He was really taking a slight chance, but only aslight one, and what followed? Well, it was a case of the biter bitten, and when Desmond exposed his hand there came a look upon the sharp'sface that can never be described, but which might be photographed with asnap-shot machine. 

There fell a dead stillness in that car for a few seconds, and then thedefeated sharp said:

"Aha! you are a cheat. "

"Am I?"

Desmond was perfectly cool. 

"Yes, you are, and that money is mine. "

"Is it?"

"Oh, see here, young fellow, don't you attempt to bluff me, or I'll markyou. "

As intimated, there had come a great change over Desmond. He did notlook like and he certainly did not act like the same person who a littletime previously had been learning gambling tricks from the sharp. Thegambler attempted to rake the money from the seat, and it was at thatmoment the real fun commenced. 

"You miserable rascal, " cried Desmond, "lay a finger on a bill on thatseat and I'll pin your hand to the car seat. "

Well, there was a scene of consternation around there just at thatinstant, and our hero said:

"I've been carrying out your programme, amusing myself with a sneakthief, and now, Mr. Senator's Son, you have evidence that Yorkers doknow a thing or two, and you get yourself together and get out of thiscar and off the train at the next station, or I'll make a horse-fly netof you. Is that plain English? Take your own money, I don't need it. Youare under cover, but let me give you a pointer--you play the senator'sson too well altogether to make a success of it. "

The group of gamblers stared in silence. They did not dare make ahostile move; there was something about Desmond in his transformedappearance that froze them--indeed, even his youth was a mystery tothem, for he acted like a man who had had years of experience. 

"You started in, gentlemen, to play a big game of robbery, but ran upagainst a snag. I am letting you off easy--very easy--but you see weyoung fellows from York are not malicious. "

The gamblers had indeed gotten off easily, and we will here explain thatthey did not fear Desmond in a scrimage; but they would have feared anyone who would have made a fight, as they did not wish to draw theattention of the train men to their scheme which had been exposed. Hadthey been winners they would have made a fight, but the game they wereattempting was one of highway robbery, for they had been outwitted inthe deal, and had no claim upon the money. 

The train arrived at a station and the gamblers started to alight. Theyfelt bitter, and the self-styled senator's son said to Desmond:

"The train will stop here fifteen minutes. You are a good fellow, I likeyou, I'd like to have you stop off a minute and have a cool drink withus. "

Desmond well knew the scoundrel's purpose, but being fond of adventurehe determined to give the rascals a still greater surprise. He was insplendid condition, his muscles were developed up to the consistency ofwhit-leather, and with a smile he rose to follow the man who had invitedhim to alight for refreshment. The gambler stepped off the car ahead ofDesmond; the latter followed, when the former suddenly swung round andmade a vicious lunge at the youth who had so cleverly outwitted him, andonce again the scamp was outwitted. A second time he ran up against asnag, for our hero dodged the blow that was meant for him and counteredwith a tremendous slugger which landed on his assailant's nose, and overthe man fell with a swiftness that would have suggested the kick of ahorse, and when he fell he lay there; but two of the other chaps had inthe meantime made a rush for Desmond, and they received a rapsuccessively--indeed, they had run in on our young walking championwhere he was at home. He was a wonder in science, strength and agility;no two or three ordinary men would have had any show with him at all, and the fact was the assailants so determined, for the attack was notrenewed, and our hero stepped aboard the train, the object of thewondering glances of twenty people who had witnessed the assault andits culmination. 

Desmond sat down in the car as coolly as though he had just gone out fora breath of fresh air. 

Our hero encountered several other adventures of a minor character, butin good time arrived in New York City. He had not announced his returnto the farm, and consequently spent several days in the all-roundgreatest city in the world. There is no place like old New York; thereis more life to be seen in the great American metropolis in one day thancan be seen in any other great capital in two. It is a city peculiar toitself, unlike any other, in its situation between two rivers and itsnose practically putting out to the sea; in its activities and generalloveliness--indeed, it in a wonderful place, and Desmond enjoyed everyminute during his sojourn, but at length he took a train up-country andin due time arrived at the station from which he was to team it to theold farm where his grandfather and father had lived and died. 

As stated, Desmond had not announced his return, and when within a mileof the farm he alighted from the wagon that had carried him over andstarted afoot. It was late in the afternoon when he arrived in sight ofthe old farm, and he was standing on a rise of ground looking overtoward his old home, when he espied a girl sitting beneath a tree. Oneglance was sufficient; he recognized Amy, and he determined to stealupon her unawares. He managed to gain a clump of bushes located withintwenty feet of where the girl sat, and he had an opportunity to studyher unobserved. We will not describe his emotions, but it was abeautiful sight that fell under his delighted gaze. The life on the farmhad been of great advantage to Amy in many ways, and in her white muslindress she appeared so beautiful as to make it seem that she was out ofplace in that wild region. Her form was perfect in its grace, and herface--well, we will not go into a description, but let it suffice to saythat there are few girls in all the world who surpass her in theexquisite loveliness of her face. 

Desmond studied the girl for a long time and he observed that sheappeared to be perfectly contented and happy. She had her mandolin withher, and after quite a period of abstraction she took up her instrument, and soon her splendid voice sounded clear and melodious on the stillair, for it was an afternoon when nature rested under a spell, as itwere; not a breath of air appeared to float amid the leaves and flowers. 

A moment, and our hero made the most delightful discovery of his life. Amy was singing and improvising; she did it readily and charmingly, andher hidden auditor was indeed charmed. She was singing to an absent one, and she mingled the name of our hero in her song. It was a plea for theabsent one to return, and the sweetness of the melody was not moreentrancing than the verses. She appeared to be not only a singer but apoetess, possessed of rare talent. 

Desmond did not appear inclined to break the spell, but when he saw Amymaking preparations to depart he stepped from his place of concealment. The girl uttered a cry; at the first glance she did not recognize thefarmer boy, transformed as he was into a gentleman in dress, but whenshe caught sight of his face and heard his merry laugh and pleasantsalutation, she exclaimed:

"Oh, Desmond, I did not know you at first. How elegant you look!"

"Thank you; how is my mother?"

"She is well, but did not know you were coming home; neither did I. "

"Well, no, I thought I would give you a surprise. It's all right, here Iam, this side up with care. "

"Your mother will be delighted. "

"And you?"

"I am giddy with delight, and I hope all is well with you and with my--"The girl stopped short and said, "Mr. Brooks. "

"Yes, when I left him he was all right. "

"Did he come with you?"

"No, he remained behind to transact some business; and, Amy, if you aresurprised to see me looking so elegant, as you say, you would be moresurprised did you behold at this moment your--I mean Mr. Brooks. "

A shadow flitted across the girl's face, but it was succeeded a momentlater by a bright smile, as she said:

"Oh, I am so happy, I was never happier in my whole life. "

"And what makes you so happy?"

The question was put abruptly. 

CHAPTER X. 

CONCLUSION. 

Amy suddenly appeared to realize--well, our readers can guess what. Itappeared to cross her mind that she was betraying too great happiness, and was a little too free in betraying it. She hesitated and blushed, and after an instant of embarrassment Desmond said:

"Oh, don't be afraid, tell me why you are so happy. "

"Everything makes me happy, and I shall continue to be happy unless--"Again the girl stopped short. 

"Go on, " said Desmond. 

"Unless I am to be taken away from your mother. "

"Do you desire to remain with my mother?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"I love your mother. "

"You love my mother?"

"Yes, I do. "

"And who else?"

The question came in a pointed manner; Amy was a girl nearly sixteen. 

"My--I mean Mr. Brooks. "

"Who else?"

The girl did not answer. 

"Come, Amy, who else do you love?"

"You are real mean. "

"I am?"

"Yes. "

"How?"

"You know. "

"I do?"

"Yes. "

"I don't want to be mean, but tell me who else you love?"

"I won't. "

"You won't?"

"No. "

There was bantering in the tones of both these young people at thatmoment. 

"Shall I tell you who I love?"

"Yes. "

"I love my mother. "

"You can't help it. "

"I have learned to love Mr. Brooks, your--I mean--well, Mr. Brooks. "

In a tantalizing tone the girl asked:

"Who else?"

"Oh, you're real mean, " said Desmond, imitating Amy's tone at themoment she had made the same remark to him. 

"I don't want to be mean. "

"You don't?"

"No. "

"Will you keep my secret?"

"Yes, " came the eager answer. 

"Honor bright?"

"Yes, honor bright. "

"You won't tell even my mother?"

The girl did not answer. 

"Come, promise. "

"I promise. "

"I've met a girl I love, and I've made you my confidante, but don't tellmy mother. "

Amy had turned desperately pale, and in a pettish, trembling tone, shesaid:

"Yes, I will tell your mother. "

"You promised not to do so. "

"I don't care, I'll break my promise. "

"Oh, Amy, you are real mean. "

"I can't help it if I am. "

"You can't?"

"No. "

"Why not?"

"I am mad--real mad. "

"You are?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"Because you went and fell in love with a girl; it's ridiculous, anyway. "

"It is?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"You are only a boy. "

"I am?"

"Yes. "

"What are you, pray? you are only a girl. "

"I know it. "

"I couldn't fall in love with a mere girl, could I?"

"Yes, you could. "

Desmond laughed in a merry manner, and said:

"Well, to tell the truth, I did fall in love with a mere girl. Do youwant to hear about her?"

"No. "

"You don't?"

"No, I don't. "

"I am going to tell you all the same; you are the girl I've fallen inlove with. "

There came a bright, happy look to Amy's beautiful face as she said:

"Oh, you are real mean. "

"I am?"

"Yes. "

"Why?"

"To tell me that so suddenly. "

"Well, who else do you love?"

"I love you. "

"All right; go and break your promise and tell my mother, " said Desmondin a provoking tone, following his advice by encircling Amy's waist andimprinting upon her red-hot cheek a kiss. 

"You tell your mother yourself, " said Amy. 

"No, I won't; you said you would. "

"Then I will. "

"You will?"

"Yes. "

"Well, well!"

"Your mother will be glad. "

"What?" ejaculated Desmond. 

"Your mother will be glad. "

"How do you know?"

"She told me so. "

That night there was a happy party under the old farmhouse roof. Mrs. Dare had met her son with tears of joy in her eyes, and Desmond had toldthe weird tale of his remarkable adventures. 

At once our hero set to work to prepare for college. He had talked thematter over with his mother and with Amy, and in due time he did enterAmherst College, and for a long time his adventures ceased. He heardoccasionally from Mr. Brooks, who appeared to be doing well and who sentmoney on at intervals, but no explanation. And so the time passed untilDesmond graduated and returned home. He met his mother and Amy, and amoment later there came forth from the house a well-known figure; it wasBrooks, the whilom wizard tramp. 

Again there followed a pleasant evening, and on the following morningDesmond was out bright and early to take a walk over the farm. He hadgone but a short distance when he saw a figure in the grove near thehouse. He advanced and met his old friend the wizard tramp. 

"You are out early, " said Desmond. 

"Yes, I thought I might meet you. "

"And you will now tell me how you have succeeded?"

"Yes, Desmond, I will tell you all now, and I owe all to you. We arerich--very rich. We found the mine, Creedon and I, and we gotcapitalists interested and developed it. You were our silent partner, and to-day you are worth a quarter of a million and I am worth as muchmore, or rather Amy is, for I have been working for my child. "

"I have suspected all along that Amy was your daughter. Has she told youanything?"

"Yes, she has told me she is to become your wife. "

"What do you think of it?"

"It has been the one hope of my life that you would win her love and sheyours. It was for this reason I insisted upon your returning to theEast, and the wisdom of my plans is fully confirmed. "

"You have a revelation to make to me. "

"I have made the revelation--Amy is my own child. "

"And is that all you have to reveal? I've known that all along. "

"That is my most important revelation, but I have another to make. Myfather was the younger son of an English nobleman; he married abeautiful but poor girl, as the world counts riches, and his fatherdrove him away, and he came here to America. He never saw his brotheragain; his nephew, my cousin, inherited the estates and title, butstrange to say, I was the nearest of kin. Five years ago my cousin died;he left no estate, but the title which had been maintained in honor bymy ancestors has descended to me, and when you marry Amy you will marrya lord's daughter. "

Desmond meditated a moment, and then said:

"I am satisfied to marry the daughter of plain Mr. Brooks. "

"Thank you, my son, but I shall clear the estate, and for a season atleast dwell in the ancient halls of my ancestors. I will remain towitness your marriage and shall then go home to England. And now comesmy last revelation: you and Amy are distantly connected; my remoteancestors were yours also. Your grandfather came down from the youngerline a long time back, but blood as good as any one's flows in yourveins. "

"Yes, from my mother. "

"I admit it, _from your mother_. "

Our readers know what followed. Amy and Desmond were married, and onthe night of the wedding he remarked to his father-in-law:

"This time I took no desperate chance. "

"Neither did Amy when she intrusted her future happiness to you, " camethe bright and elegant answer. 

The whilom wizard tramp did return to England, and it was in theancestral halls that Desmond and Amy spent their delightful honeymoon. 

THE END.