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nsassadin st a———— e ———— e b o) (EE NEENGEURS — i R o e e e AR : e e -in his will. “THE MASTER K| = CHAPTER XIX." A Message From the Grave. ILKERSON'S fall from the trestle had’ not ‘been unno- ticed by his outlaws, and be- Eeg) fore any one in the camp could make sure that the man was dead a couple of the Mexicans bad quickly slipped down the hill to bim. They found him still alive, Without paying any attention to John Dorr’s wmen, who were still doubtful of the outcome of the battle,.they dragged their fallen leader away and up into their own temporary camp. It was not long before Wilkerson re- vived. He was terribly bruised aud almost insane from physical paln and wild rage at his defeat. It was with difficulty that the unsmiling outlaws restrained him. Their chief took upon himself the task of making it plain to Wilkerson that this was no time for rash and unorganized attack. “They have beaten us so far, senor,” he said quietly, “and you are very sick. Tomorrow we shall see.” The next morning's sun had scarcely touched the peaks of the mountains when Wilkerson stretched his stiff, sore limbs and began n fresh campaign. He made it clear to the leader of the Mexican outlaws that they must work swiftly. & “It won't be long before the news of this fighting gets out and the authori- ties take a hand,” he said. “But if we can just get this mine into our posses- | sion in the next three days I can hire you and your men as peaceable work- men and swear that Dorr and his gang are trylng to take our property away by force. I guess my word will be as good as his.” “Very well,” agreed 'the Mexican after thoughtfully considering the mat- ter. “We can get back into Mexico in twenty-four hours from here. So long as you pay us and let us—what do you eall it—loot, my men are with you.” ‘Wilkerson covertly studied the des- perado’s impassive visage. Jose Vigas bore a renowned name on the border for daring, shrewdness and wicked- ness. He was kunown as “The Merci- less.” For five years he had had a price set on his head, yet because of the loyalty of his adherents and his own fearlessness he had escoped. No man better fitted for a sinister purpose could have been found. Yet mingied with Wilkerson’s satisfaction at having such a tool to bis hand was a dread of the man bimself, and his calm insistence on the privilege of loot- ing the camp when it was captured gave him g sense of nausea. After all. they were Americans down there in the *Master Key” camp. Through his binoculars he could see Rutlh on the porch of the bungalow. Vigas. (oo, saw her. He took no pai to conceal the cruel interest in his eyes. The next few days resulted in little advantage to either side. John Dorr could not reopen the mine nor even send in for much needed supplies be- cause of the constant menace of the 1ws, who oceasionally fired scat- tering shots down into the gulch as a warning that they were vigilant. On the other hand, Wilkerson found it impossible to secize the camp with- out precipitating a battle, from which he shrank. Deeply involved as he al- ready was in crime, he dreaded to cross the border line which would for- | ever place him Dbeyond the pale and make him an outlaw. Instead, he used every method to put himself outwardly in the right. He sent plea after plea to the sheriff of the county to come and restore order, agserting that he had been driven from his rightful property by violence and that the situation was such that, with- Ruth on the Porch of the Bungalow. out interference from the authorities, there would be serious trouble and very likely bloodshed. These pleas availeds only partially. The sheriff made a trip into the mine, talked with John Dorr and Tom Kane and then sought out Wilkerson. “It looks to me as if this. was a case for the courts,” he said slowly when he had examined Wilkerson’s forged deeds. “I knew old Gallon pretty well, and he thought a sight of that Ruth girl. Fact is, he told me he intended her to have the mine and left it to her Now you toddle along with these papers and want to take it away from her.” “Gallon and I were partners years ago,” Wilkerson insisted. “We located this mine together, and when I came back he gave me over.my share,” By JOHN FLEMING WILSON “But you want it all,” the sherift said dubiously. other. “Didn’t Gallon use all the mon- ey he got out of it while I was away? And when we came to a settlement he found that the mine wouldn’t pay half he owed me.” “I'm simply ‘a peace officer,” the sheriff said finally. “I don't know who's in the right. That's for the court to decide.”, “Wasn’t 1 in possession?” demanded ‘Wilkerson. *“Haven’t I been driven out by force, me and my workmen?”" “From what I’ve seen of your work: men,” was the curt response, “I don’t like their looks. And there are tales going around that Vigas is in the country.” “How can I help who’s in the coun- try?” demanded Wilkerson, much in- jured. “That’s your lookout, not mine. All I'm asking for is protection.” The sheriff departed without giving him any satisfaction, and Wilkerson determined that he would act. The “Ruth oughtn’t to be here.” Mexicans were getting restless, and the sardonic Vigas hinted sharply that he was impatient. “All right,” Wilkerson agreed. “We'll Jjust go down to the road in the morn- ing and then walk iInto the camp. Leave it to me. [I'll simply say I've come back to take charge and you are my miner Vigas twirled his wiry mustaches. “And then?" The men looked each other in the eye. That evil glance was sufficient. John Dorr and Tom Kane, mean- while, had been in constant consulta- tion. One thing was constantly in thelr thoughts. “Ruth oughtu’t to be here,” John would say dismally. “If it weren't for her we could quickly settle these out- laws, for that’s all they are.”” “I reckon nobody would. cry at the inquest,” the cook returned, “if we did pot a few of them. But, as you say. the girl is here, and that puts fighting i out of the question. Unless they start it,” he added cautiously. “Wilkerson is bound to malfe some | kind of a move mighty soon,” said Dorr. “He can't satisfy those fellows of his for long.” Yet when Wilkerson appeared at the entrance to the camp one morning with a motley train of followers Dorr was at a loss to know what to do. Wilkerson was apparently peaceful and expected a peaceful reception. His boldness had almost carried him through when the ignorance and cu- pidity of one of Vigas’ men gave John and Kane the sorely wished for open- ing. The Mexican peered into the win- dow of one of the cabins and saw a gold watch on the table. Instantly he broke the glass with the butt of his ‘| carbine and reached in for his booty. Dorr and Kane had warned the mi- ners at the first appearance of Wilker- son that there might be trouble brew- ing, but that the first blow must come from the other side. “Boys,” said the old cook, ‘“you know the sheriff. He's listened to both sides, and he don’t rightly know which is the one to take. But one thing Is certaln—he’s got to keep order and protect human life and our prop- erty. If those fellows make a wrong move we've got the sheriff on our side. See?” They had seen the point, with many mutterings. They had quietly prepar- ed themselves for just the occasion which the Mexican's act now gave. As the bandit pulled his arm back with the watch in his hand a revolver crack- ed, and the arm fell shattered to his side. And as Wilkerson glanced fu- riously about him he saw the camp ready. He cursed the maddened Mexi- can and grasped Vigas by the arm. “Stop your men!” he implored. “Don’t let them fire a shot or we are lost!” It was too late. Passions long re- strained now broke out, and within a minute a battle was raging between the walls of the gulch. The miners had the advantage. They fought from the shelter of their own cabins, and they were united by a ecommon purpose. Their attackers were scattered, were divided between lust for loot and thirst for blood and had no sure refuge nor rendezvous. Yet they would evéntually have made the camp untenable had ‘not the thoughtful sheriff prepared a surprise for both parties. After consultation with his advisers in the county seat he had appealed to the governor on the ground that as one of the opposing forces was Mezican “Sure; it's all mine,” persisted the he felt that a superior authority should ‘handle so delicate a situation, The governor had agreed and ordered a troop of cavalry to the “Master Key” to preserve order. It was just when Wilkerson had seen his chance for a grand coup that the troopers arrived. Ruth, with some of the women, had iaken refuge in John's house on the hill, with old Tom Kane as their body- guard. Wilkerson knew that if he could capture Ruth he could make his swn terms. He directed several of his wen to make a detour around the hill and effect this. Meanwhile he set fire to a cabin below in order to distract the attention of Dorr and his men. The ruse had nearly succeeded but for Kane's quickness. Though he had not used his gun for many years, he had lost none of Lis old time skill, and when the marauders made their final dash on the porch of the house the cook, with a single glance over his shoulder, shot from the hip. His man tumbled dead at Ruth's feet, and his companions sneaked back. At that instant the cavalry rushed in, and before five minutes were passed their commander had separated the combatants and proceeded to disarm them. He then called Dorr and Wilkerson to him and curtly stated that his or- ders were to see that there was no trouble. *“What your quarrel is I don’t know,” he said. Wilkerson tried to argue, but neither the officer nor the sheriff, who now ar- rived, would listen to him. They also turned a deaf ear to John Dorr’s state- ment of Wilkerson's crimes, including the kidnaping of Ruth in San Fran- cisco. “If you have anything against Wil kerson,” the sheriff asserted, “swear out a warrant for him. I'll serve it quick enough.” With this John must perforce be sat- isfied, but after a conference with Kane it was agreed that the latter should go to the county seat and make formal complaint and procure a war- rant for Wilkerson's arrest on the ground of forgery. “You and 1 know those deeds he lourishes aren't genuine,” John said earnestly. “Let’s make it an issue and try it in court. At any rate, we'll be rid of him for awhile.” “I know you're right,” the old cook assented ' heartily. “I’ll be off today. With these troopers around the greas- ers won't dare do anything openly. But keep your eyes open, John! They will sneak something across if they can.” “Trust me for that,” was the reas- suring response. . But when Kane had gone Dorr re- alized that he was in a nasty predica- ment. Wilkerson was desperately play- The Cook Shot From the Hip. ing so bold a game that it would take every resource at his disposal to meet him successfully. Ruth must be pro- tected in her rights. The “Master Key” mine must remain in her posses- slon undisturbed. That would be im- possible until Wilkerson was eliminat- ed. And that man was after great stakes; otherwise he would never have ventured so far. As he debated this inwardly John went over in memory all the events of the brief period since.old Thomas Gal- lon had died, leaving his daughter in his charge. Before his mind’s eye ran the pictures of the last scenes and then— Like a flash it came to him! What was in that letter the old man had so carefully cherished and handed him at the last? Had Gallon foreseen some- thing like this and prepared for it? In his last days had his fafling powers concentrated on . his single aim and evolved a final safeguard for the “Mas- ter Key ?” With the sealed letter in his hand John Dorr stared at the superscription: Not to be opened untll my daughter's eighteenth birthday or before then if her Welfaro is threatened. Quickly he tore the envelope open. 'he inclosure fell out in two portions. He put them together, with a muttered ejaculation at his own earelessness and read the crabbed script: i Silent Valley, Cal., June 20 Litile Girl—Read carefully what I write. On this depends your future welfare. Tho ‘“Master Key” iine discovered by years ago contained ‘a .mother lode of inestimable worth. The exact lo- cation of the lode is written on a sllp of paper, which I placed in the head of an Indian idol in an old sea chest, which went down with the ship on Which I was wrecked. On the master key, the key to that chest, and which'you Wear on your neck, is carved the location where the vessel went down. Find that slip of paper and the wealth is yours. Your devoted father, THOMAS GALLON. CHAPTER XX. The Rival Wrecking Crews. OR some moments Dorr stared at this message from the dead. True, it was address- U ed to Ruth, but its message was to him, John Dorr. Now, he knew something of the tremendous stake for which Wilkerson was play- ing. 8o deep in thought was he that he did not notice that he was being spled upon. He must see Ruth and tell ber. He slipped the letter into his pocket, not observing that the torn por- tion dropped to the table. As he hurried out, fat with his news, a Mexican stole into the room and, after a keen glance around, picked up the bit of paper. He had seen the tri- umphant expression on Dorr’s face. That writing must be valuable. He tried to decipher it, but failed. So he thrust it into his shirt and stole away. Half an hour later the last few lines of that letter were in Harry Wilker- son’s. hands. It was not until he had explained to Ruth the circumstances under which he had openéd the letter and handed her the inclosure that John discovered that the last portion was missing, the part that told of the figures on the key. Together they sought it in vain. “Well,”” said Ruth cheerfully, “at least I have the key and now we know what those figures stand for’* “Yes,” he assented, “the latitude and longitude where the wreck sank. But I don’t like the disappearance of that last part. It was rank carelessness of me. What if it should fall into Wil- kerson's hands?" Ruth laughed, dangling the key by its ribbon. “We have the master key!” “Yes,” John replied more cheerfully. “He won't know where the place is, anyway. But we must arrange to find that wreck and get the chest.” “But if the ship sank?” she said. “Lots of -people will remember the wreck,” was the response. “And with this ‘accurate position of where it went down a diver will be able to recover what we want.”* They . discussed this for some time and decided that 68 soon as Kane re- ' turned* with' the. warrant ‘for Wilker- dro and proceed to locate the sunken vessel and find if possible the- chest and its precious contents. “With Wilkerson safely in the sher- iff’s bands and Kane on the job here all will be safe,” John said finally. But Wilkerson, with the torn scrap of paper in his hand, was planning swift- ly and certainly. With Vigas he laid a scheme for that night. When the details were settled the bandit smiled crookedly. *T'll get the key myself,” .| he remarked. “It will be a pleasure.” “No roughness,” warned Wilkerson. “With a lady?” demanded Vigas silk- ily._ “Never” - ° “All right,” .was the response. “But remember these troopers aren’t overly fond of you.” son they would start out for San Pe- sentry chalienged him and stepped for- ‘ward, “Pm merely goin’ out a little ways for a walk,” Wilkerson explained. “Not :allowed after nightfall,” was the response, Without further parley, Wilkerson leaped forward, grasped the man’s rifie and tripped him. A moment later he was footing it up to the crest at top speed, with the sentry’s cries for help nrging him on. Before-he could reach the divide a bullet whizzed by his head, then an- other. He turned madly and fired rap- 1dly down into the shadows at his pur- suers. He cursed bimself for his fol- ly when a second sentry appeared above him, drawn by the flash of his shots to his hiding place. There was but one refuge, the mine shaft. He plunged obliquely downward for it. Naturally enough, the troopers thought their quarry was cornered, but Wilkerson drove straight on downward to an old working, mounted again, crossed by a disused gallery and final- ly emerged far up the clif. On his way he had picked up a coil of rope, and when he found himself on the edge of the precipice and his pursuers gaining on him he made one end of the rope fast and speedily started to descend. But the distance was too great. Before he was halfway to the bottom he had been discovered, and he felt the rope being hauled up. In despalr, with a madman’s strength, he swung far out and then in, dropping on a little ledge concealed by the over- hang of the cliff. As the rope came free in their hands the pursuers realized that their prey had escaped them. They peered over. Surely he had foiled the law only to meet death on the rocks far below. On his giddy perch Wilkerson heard their awed speculations and laughed silently. Then he crawled away. In the distance he heard the screech of a locomotive whistle, marking the pas- sage of an express. The freight would be due in two hours. He must make it. Tom Kane arrived early in the morn- ing to find the camp in an uproar. The Mexicans had quietly vanished, Ruth was mourning the loss of the master key, and the sheriff, staring at the now useless warrant, was beyond words to express his chagrin. John Dorr alone was serene, though he realized that Wilkerson had again checkmated him. But the immediate need of the hour was haste. He in- structed Kane to take charge of the mine and directed Ruth to prepare for a trip to the coast that afternoon. “Luckily I copied those figures,” he sald grimly. . Two. days later John Dorr and Ruth were sSteaming up the channel from San Pedro in a launch fitted with div- ing outfit. The skipper of the launch remembered perfectly the burning of the steamer and, now that he knew the position where it sank, gave out great hopes of finding the hulk. “The sea is shallow there, and the tides aren’t “strong enough to move her,” be stated. ‘‘The only thing is, somebody may have been ahead of us.” “Wilkerson couldn’t be ahead of us,’ John assured Ruth. “I inquired care- fully at San Pedro.” Yet at noon his unspoken fears were realized. There was another powerful launch ahead of them which their cap- tain identified as a diving and salvage boat from San Diego. “Then they’ll get ahead of us!” uth ourned. “After all our troubl ‘The Mexican made his nreplinflom to get the key that held the secret of would have thought he was going to a ball, so fanciful his dress, so careful his whole get-up. pleted his arrangements he presented a striking and gaudy figure, with sil- ver banded sombrero, heavy studded scarf. Wilkerson contemplated him moodi- ly. “You'd better wear a jumper and overalls,” he sparled. “Any one can dress.” Vigas kissed ‘a dirty band to the stars. - “In honor of the lady,” he said, with bravado. “Never shall it be said tha Jose Vigas was ignorant of the niceties of demeanor, senor.” PFinding his protests useless, Wilker- son subsided. Vigas departed, appar- ently for a stroll through the silent camp. ‘He even stopped for a chat with a watchful trooper, who readily believed his casual statement that he was going on a lover’s expedition. It was' just: midnight when Vigas stood over the bed on which Ruth lay asleep. For a long moment he stood there In his gaudy finery watching her. He seemed almost on the point of wak- ening her in order to satisfy his over- weening vanity. But the clank of a bpidle chain outside warned- him that he stood in great peril. With swift fingers he touched the ribbon, bent over and gently drew out the key. He cut the ribbon with one slip of his knife and lovked at his booty. But the girl’s immovable and lovely face drew his eyes again.to her. With a sweep of his arm he lifted his heavy hat to her and. passed out, silent as a cat of his natiye mountains. % ‘With the key in his possession Wil- kerson became suddenly his own nerv- ous self. He must get away instant- ly, he Enew. Kane would be back in the morning with a warrant. Already he was being ‘watched by the suspi- clous troopers. He must escape this very night. i After a short conversation with Vi- gas and the appointment of a.future rendezvous, Harry Wilkerson. armed bimself and started lazily down into the camp to See what was moving. Nothing stirred. He returned to the hill camp and thence swiftly and quietly made his way upward, taking advantage of every bush and rock that might afford him screen. , He was“almost to the top when the treasure with peculiar care. One When he had com- belt, embroidered shirt and flowing spot you a mile in that dandified | ‘The launch captain and the diver both comforted her by stating that the given position was not far away, that it was sometimes a matter of days to find a wreck even if the approximate location was known and that at any rate they would soon be near enough to see whether the other craft was successful. ‘ Two hours later Wilkerson's launch was swinging easlly over the low Her Eyes ed With a Mingling of Triumph and Hatred. 1] swells not a mile from the bluff shore, and they could see his diver preparing to go down. *“I hope he doesn’t find it!” breathed Dorr as he urged his own men to great- er speed. 2 “They’ve struck the spot if those figures of yours are correct,” was the| reply. “But time will tell.” When the two boats were close to- gether John saw that Mrs. Darnell was with Wilkerson. He could see the bronze glint of her eyes, her eyes filled with a mingling of triumph and ba- tred. And that look grew brighter and more malicious when tWe diver, coming up from his first descent. showed a lerge bit of wood, evidently from & wreck. Though they coald not hear the words, those on Dorr’s boat could onderstand the directions that were being given. “Get over and send your man down, ! guick!” commanded Dorr. i " Yu "The captain and the diver glanced at each other doubtfully; then the former shook his head. “No,” he said grufily. “They found 1t, and it’s theirs by sea law. Anyway I ain’t going to send my man down when there’s danger, as there always 18 with two men working under water at cross purposes.” “But they’ll get the chest!” cried Ruth. “Walit and see,” said the imperturba- ble diver. Half an. hour later John turned to Ruth and said-miserably: “‘Well, they have got it. That ends this excursion.” “Is that your chest, missy?" demand- ed the captain. “Yes, yes; my father's!" “Well,” he said slowly, “there’s noth- ing to hinder us going over and seeing what it looks like, is there?’ He sig- naled his engineer and put his helm over. As they ranged’ alongside the other launch Wilkerson raised his face to Dorr's wrathful gaze and swmiled. In- stinctively John put his hand on his gun. A rough touch on his shoulder recalled him. “This ain’t any piratical cruise,” the skipper remarked meaningly. “That man was hired the same as me, and we ain’t got no fight with each other.” “Of course,” Dorr agreed willingly. Then he made a leap for the deck of the other boat, intent on regaining the chest single handed. For the moment Wilkerson was para- lyzed by the boldness of this move, but A moment later strong hands had flung Ruth Tried to Comfort John Dorr. John back on his own deck, and his skipper, thinking that matters had gone far enough, soon put a safe distance between the two craft. A little later Wilkerson’s started off down the channel. “Now or never,” said Dorr to the captain of his own boat. “Don’t lose sight of them. I must know where they land and what they do with the chest.” ) “They're hurrying some,” was the re- sponse, “but I guess we can keep ‘em | in view, at least till night comes on.” ‘While the moon was lighting up the smooth waters of the channel that night Ruth tried to comfort John Dorr. And as be listened to her gentle words and watched the loveliness of her face under the silver beams he forgot the bitterness in his heart and knew some- thing of a happiness that Wilkerson, pawing over water soaked rags in rag- ing despair, was never to know. launch He Couldn’t Lose. There was no sound except the faint and regular tick of a watch; otherwise silence and gloom pervaded the ele- gantly furnished drawing room. 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