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it’s an outrage just the same. Those r:
cals tried to kill us and yet they can’t be
punished.”
“You can report it in St. Johns when you
get back there,” said the manager, “and
I'll turn them over to any officer the au-
thorities may send her
“That'll be better than pothing,”
Po 3s the men slouched a:
the boys followed
aboard the Salamanca.
said
“the captain
CHAPTER XVIII.
A VISIT TO THE COPPER MINE.
The boys stayed on deck awhile until the
Salamanca was well out of the harbor and
then, when the captain came down from
the bridge, they joined him in his cabin.
“Where are we headed for, cap?
we going back to St. Johns?” asked Phil.
“I’m going back there meself,” said the
captain, laughing, going to drop
aS
@
Are you going to put us ashore on another
iceberg?” asked f you are you
have got to see that it has a railing around
it. I don’t want to do any more back
somersaults into the Atlantic Ocean.”
‘on’t drop you on a berg this
time,” said the captain. “I’m going to put
you on board of one of the coasting steam-
ers so that you can go up to Little Bey and
see the copper mine they’ve got up there.”
d Phil, “but
“We'll pass her this morning about nine
o'clock. I'll have, everything ready so we
won't detain
“My ticket Manis ‘not transferable,’” said
Floyd, smiling. “You can’t transfer us
many more times, cap, or I'll report you to
the compan;
The captain laughed and asked to see
the ticket, but as Floyd had lost it on
some of his travels he could not produce
it.
“You are not traveling on a ticket; you
are on a pass,” said the captain, “and I’m
soins to pass you over to another steam-
Oh, all right,” said Floyds ra xen want
to get rid of us. oodness’
sake, put us on any ae where ‘the crew is
goirtg to mutiny.’
The captain shook his head solemnly.
thousand years old I shall never forget it.”
will we,” said “It was an
awful experience. I ever a sea
captain I want to go on a warship so I can
just turn the guns on refractory sailors.”
‘They deserve it sometimes,” said the
captain, sadly, “but come, boys, let’s have
some breakfast. You must be tired and
ungry.
“What, is it breakfast time! Just think,
we've been rowing all night! Well, all I’ve
got to say is we had a pretty lively time
during our stay at Pilley’s Island.”
The boys all roared, but they started
promptly for the saloon.
As soon as they had eaten their break-
fasts they turned in and got a couple 0)
hours’ sleep that they needed badly.
At nine o’clock the coast steamer was
sighted.
Captain Ashe “spoke her” and the two
vessels came near enough together for
their oncers to talk to each other.
$s took leave of the captain and
scrambled “down the ladder.
ne of the Salamanca’s boats took them
out to the stranger and they were soon on
r deck making arrangements with the
captain.
“Take good care of them,” bawled Cap-
tain Ashe through his trumpet, as the two
boats separated.
e boys took off their hats and waved
them in the air as they gave three lusty
cheers for Captain Ashe.
began a trip straight up the coast
and the boys saw scenery that filled them
with wonder,
Such miles of rock they had never seen
before, for the Newfoundland coast looks
like an enormous table of dull gray stone,
stretching as far upon one hand as the
out tn ocean does on the other.
assed through the bays they
saw “innumerable small islands, exactly like
the one on which they had killed the cari-
yu.
The “bights” and “tickles” pleased the
Nearly every inlet of
every
share cut between the rocks was called a
ickle.
“For instance, they passed “Bumble Bee
Bight,” which was the location of a small
settlement of miners, then there was “Sel-
dom Come By,” a jagged point of rocks,
where shipwrecks occur very frequent-
ly, and “Long and Dark Tickles,” two un-
canny passes between monstrous moun-
tains of rock, too narrow to allow any-
thing larger pen a sailboat to pass
through in safe!
When they arrived at Little Bay the
boys were delig!
“Looks quite tiie a civilized village,”
said Phil, -when he first caught sight o
“There’s a schoolhouse . here and
church, as true as I live,” cried Paul, and
just then he caught sight of a man on the
HAPPY DAYS.
wharf wearing a bright red shirt and a
red band around cap.
“Well, I'll be Jlggered if there isn’t the
Salvation Army!” he yelled. “Look, Phil,
ere’s a canter with one of his men. I
believe they are selling War Cries to the
miners.”
“They don’t need War Cries in this coun-
try,” replied Phil, with a laugh. “What
they need is a treaty of peace and a si
ing army. We haven’t heard anything but
war cries ever since we came, still I’m glad
to see the Salvationist fellows; they r
mind me of home. must speak to those
chapa
when the boys got fers the Sal-
vatlonist had gone, so they wandered
around and looked at the vi tage.
There was one funny little shop, where
they sold Indian curios and an ol rave”
and his “squaw” were sitting on a mat in
front of the
Phil bought some moccasins made of
chamois skin and trimmed with porcupine
quills and some strings of fancy ads
interwoven with wampum, which was once
the only money in circulation among the
z
B
jans.
We'll take these home to the folks,” said
Phil. “I expect they will all want sou-
venirs of our summer vacation.”
“It's a pity we lost the antlers. They
’m al-
“It was mighty hard luck,” answered
Phil, “but perhaps we'll see another cari-
bou in the course of our paves: i we a
it will be antlers or not’ t be
done out of them again by. enything that
grows in the country.”
“Where are we going from here?” asked
Ray, as they turned back toward the mine.
“I’m going to try to get to the mainland
in some way. want to have a ride on a
sledge behind a Newfoundland dog,” Said
Phil, promptly.
“Oh, the; don’ 't have any dogs up here to
speak of now,” said Phil. “The breed has
Bey Tun out. Didn’t you know that,
Pa ‘ard
“No, I didn’t,” said Phil.
that the woods were full of t
‘Well, it was this way,” explained Paul.
“The demand was so great for Newfound-
land dogs at one time that the natives got
greedy and crossed them sixteen ways for
Sunday. w it’s easier to get a thor-
oughbred Newfoundland dog anywhere in
the States than up here where they be-
long... It’s just another case where a man’s
greed defeats his own ends. If they had
been a little less greedy they would have
more money in their pockets now.”
“So that’s why they use ponies, is it?”
asked Phil. “Well, the ponies are sturdy
little beasts, but a dog and a sledge would
suit my fancy better.”
Just then the boys saw a gentleman com-
ing toward them whom they recognized
at once as Mr. Miller.
He was the manager of the Little Bay
copper mine and had been on the Sala-
manca at the time of the mutiny.
He shook hands with all the boys and in-
vited them to visit the mine, and they ac-
cepted ihe. invitation eagerly.
“Ss go down in the “skip?” ” asked
a thought
Mr. Miller
They had entered the ore sheds and were
standing at the mouth of the shaft, which
looked like a big black hole leading down
into pitch darkness.
was in inclined track that the
ghipe ran down on, but its speed was reg-
ulated by, a steel cable which extended
from the ® “skip” to an engine way up above
th Ba
hey all got into the “skip”. and Mr.
Miler gave the si; 1.
minute they were sliding down into
the ? hole at a rate of speed that astonished
them a little.
e boys were all huddled together in
the ottom of the “skip” and there was
only one remark made during the exciting
journe: ‘y.
‘his was made by Phil who was almost
holding his, brea
“Will she Dap “hard when she lands?”
he asked of Mr. Miller.
Before that gentleman could reply the
speed was slackened.
. The engineer knew his distance; he
slowed up at the right moment.
The boys could see almost nothing at
first, but they scrambled out of the car as
fast as they were al
“How far down we?” asked Ray,
whose eyes were pretty good in the dark-
ness and who was beginning to pick his
wa) Ou
“Only about a hundred feet,” said Mr.
Miller, laughing. “There are eleven hun-
dred more below this if you care to go
jeeper.’ ~
“Gee vee ” cried Floyd.
get out ai
“We an " the mine don’t cave in,”
said Mr. Miller, “and I guess she won't, for
she’s pretty well timbered.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked
Phil, peering abou’
nn’, as beginning to see quite clearly in
“Will we ever
e dar
nates Bitter Eeinted for him to look up
above their
re jooked | “and saw a regular ceiling of
he
thats the. way we ‘strengthen the weak
spots,” the manager explained. os oe
most impossible to dig a mine su a
depth and Dave it support Haare without
any timber:
“1 suppose co” said Phil, staring up at
the huge bea
The next second he gave a yell that made
the att pone
“Qui n for your lives! The tim-
bers are falling!" he shrieked. He seized
Paul by the shoulders and sprang back into
the mud and muck of the mine.
There was a dreadful creaking and
groaning up above them, then, with a fear-
ful crash, something like ten tons of solid
beams came tumbling down upon the very
spot where the little company had been
standing.
{ro BE CONTINUED.]
—_—_--____
The next number contains the last
Piano and Bicycle Coupon of the present
series.
ee
[This story commenced in No. 264.]
"333
The Boy Without a
Name.
By GASTON GARN
Author of “His Last Chance,” “Holding His
7 me cananee Mountain,” “The
y Cliff Climbers,” etc., etc.
CHAPTER XXII.
THAT DASTARDLY PLOT.
It was no use. Struggle against it as he
‘ould, Reginald's brain yielded to the
deadly dru
Mr. Babeock held him firmly a prisoner
until he was entirely unconscious and then
laid him back against the seat, pulled
down the curtain at the windows of the
coupe and drew a long breath.
“It’s a blame shame,” he muttered, look-
ing at the boy. on my word it is a
blame shame to have to doit. If ever there
was a good, honest fellow it is oe
He pulled his mustache nerv
Was he thinking of the night ‘when 333
saved him from the deadly knockout
drops?
Perhaps. ot not he certainly ought to
have done s
But dissipation and reckless stock gam-
bling had done its wi
Mr. Babcock was no longer the same man
as formerly.
rewd and sharp always, his shrewd-
ness was now being used for evil purposes;
still he had a kind heart at the bottom of
it all and he could not help feeling down-
right sorry for his old friend, the messen-
ger boy, when he saw him lying there so
white and still.
“Great heavens. I hope I haven’t given
him too big a dose,” he said half aloud.
“I really believe I should want to take a
finishing dose myself if I thor
prea 333. Poor little chap!
expect to get it back again.
shame that I had to doit. Guess I'd better
give him a few drops of the antidote and
be on the safe
He took another ‘bottle out of his pocket
and forced a small portion of its contents
just lay ee quite motionless and breath.
ing heav!
The expression of his face seemed to dis-
turb Mr. Babcock greatly. The broker's
conscience was reproaching him.
took out a silk handkerchief and
threw it over the head of his victim.
Then it was a drink from a handsome
silver-mounted “pocket pistol” and a fresh
cigar lighted and the couple drove on,
stopping, at last in front of a noted sport-
ng man’s hotel on Fourth avenue. ~
The driver pulled up at the curb, but Mr.
Babcock did not get out.
He raised the eeartaln slightly and sat
waiting.
In a few moments a man wearing a
slouch hat and a heavy beard came hur-
riedly out of the hotel and approached the
couple.
The door was thrown open and he sprang
in without a word.
Then they went flying uptown again.
Was Reginald about to have another of
is old-time adventures of the style he
used to have in the days when he was a
messenger boy?
It certainly looked very much that way.
. “Well, Babcock, so you managed to get
him,” remarked the man, with a chuckle,
as he raised the handkerchief for an in-
stant and looked at the face beneath it.
“Yes,” replied the broker, shortly.
“Haye any trouble?”
“None at all, because he trusted me. You
couldn’t have done ft. That boy is as sharp
as a needle, I wish to heaven it was any-
body else who stood between us and suc-
cess, Mellen, I confess I don’t like my part
of this job.”
“Hush! Don’t call | me by that name.
Suppose he was to h
“No danger. He's. ‘Thoroughly knocked
out. Go on with your talk. What’s to be
done?
“What's to be done? Why, the boy is to
put you on your feet again financially as
‘soon as I come into my: uncle’s money. I
thought I had made it all plain.’
Mr. pape puffed away at his cigar and
did not rep!
Was Att Teally Reginald’s cousin, James
Mellen, the defaulting officer of the Twen-
tieth National Bank?
It was no one els
Here was Reginald's deadly enemy come
to life again.
in intane was the man who had stolen him
in in
During t the days of his prosperity Mr.
Babeock had known Mellen
w in an ow hour he had fallen in
with ‘him agi
It all looked very plac for the broker's
old smessenger boy, No.
t make say Seaswer,” replied
“If you don’t fully understand I
had better go over the ground again. If
this boy dies and John Danvers dies his
will, as it now stands, becomes worthless
and I am the legal heir to his millions. Is,
ita sexe worth working for or isn’t it?
say it i
“1 suppose it is,” growled Babcock. “But
where do I come in on all this?”
“You act for me from the moment my
uncle ‘dies. It may take a year to fix it so
that I can appear openly in New York with
safety. You will have to compromise with
the bank people and make them agree not
to prosecute. They'll
am John
said Mr. Babcock,
still puffing aw but, suppose Mr. _Dan-
vers should take it into his head to h-e
a while longer in spite of his age?” ~
“He won't,” replied Mellen, coolly. “He's
in the act of dying now.”
ere was a sudden
the handkerchief.
Mellen snatched it off the boy’s face with
a smothered imprecation.
Reginald looked just the same, however.
His eyes were closed, his lips had fallen
apart and he was breathing heavily.
movement under
len, “but I gui ‘not.
“Tn vouch | for it he's not,” replied Bab-
cock. “He got a full dose of the best
knockout drops I could lay my hands on.
He’s good for an hour yet. Explain what
you mean?”
“Why, I mean just this; there is a new
man servant in John Danvers’ house; that
man is his personal attendant, valet, if you
have a mind to call him so. Yesterday my
uncle was ailing. To-day he is downright
sick. To-morrow I look for him to , be
rse. By this day week I expect——
“Well? Why do you pause?”
“I was going to add his funeral, but per-
haps it is just as well not to say too much.”
“T understand you. What's my price?”
Must ts pame 2”
“One, hundred thousand dollars.”
“Wout you bleed me for more?”
“yell?
“Am Tt to name the price?”
“Halt a million.
“I_expected it “Wen, I'll give it. On
the day I come into John Danvers’ fortune
half a million is yours, but it can’t be done
in writing now.”
“I suppose not. I wish it could.
where we sto
“It is, Now b get the boy out. This is
his last day on earth. To-night his dead
body goes into the river and don’t you
trouble yourself with any idea that it will
ver come to the surface. Out with you?
I'll attend to the rest.
The couple had stopped in front of a
small house far over on the West Side; the
Is this
neighborhood was given up to factories
and lumber yards. In fact this house was
the only dwelling in the block.
“Go right in the basement way.
low with the boy,” said Mellen, -
Mr. Babcock vanished and the villain
deliberately lifted Reginald out of the
cour e
IN fol-
a bold game to play in broad
aaylisne but Mellen was a man of wide
experience. He knew that it is the bold
game that succeeds.
Once he had our hero on the sidewalk he
threw his arms areund him tightly, and,
holding him up, dragged him through the
gate and into the area.
Evidently the man on the box under
stood his business, for he instantly drove