The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-06-26
PRIMROSE PETE
Myrtle, the Mad Maid
of the Mines.
By LIEUT.. VICTOR 0. ESDAL.
CHAPTER XIII
TIE BAG OF NUGGETS

4 ne village Is dllhCht0s
81 expect so.
aBv your minions. Primrose Pete
"By the friends of the murdered Harvers,
Vengeance is coming; the toughs Of Rocket
Bar VIII get such a shaking up tonight as
viii last EN- for a whole year. You VIII 60
with me. Revolver Guy-Ha-'
The last exclamation was uttered IN
hiss Of rage. Revolver Guy had suddenly
disappeared. The shadows were deep, and
a clump of bushes near revealed the man
ner Of the gamblers escape. Primrose
Pete darted quickly forward and beat up
the bushes.
The crack of pistol and the sound Of a
whistling bullet close to his ear reminded
the cowboy sport that if would be neither
profitable nor safe to continue the pursuit,
therefore he gave it up and turned his steps
toward Rocket Bar, where great connection
prevailed.
Loud yells, mingled with the report Of
guns and ravolyers, filed the ears of Prim-
rose Pete as he advanced
The boys are waking the denlzens Of
Rocket Bar with a vengeance, muttered
Primrose Pete as he advanced toward the
scene. This Will be a l0ng-remembered
night in the annals of Montana; the cow
boys are on the war path with a vengeance
A smile lurked about the mouth Of the
young mouutaineer as he strobe rapidly
forward
eHurrahl"
Down with the Montana horse-t thieves
Death to old Haryers murderers.n
Such were the shouts that rang IN the
ears Of Primrose Pete as he advanced. A
score Of mounted men We're in the street,
firing into the houses, and yelling in a way
that would have done credit to Sioux In
dians.
Dan Snags crouched behind his bar,
trembling in abject terror. Several toughs
lay stretched in bloody death upon the
floor of the rude tavern, while several long
haired cowboys We're staggering up and
down the room, cusiug Revolver Guy. and
threatening TO shoot the barkeeper if he
did not reveal the whereabouts Of the gam
bier.
Il swar, ] hain't seen Revolver Guy since
noon asserted Dan Snags in whining
voice.
Your swarm don't amount ter shucks, -
growled a huge cowboy. I'VE know that
the king Of the toughs was hyar lessn an
hour ago. Now bring him out, or down
comes yer shebaug."
Not a tough was to be seen now save
those lying silent in death. The cowboys
had complete possession Of Rocket Bar,
and made the most of their success. Soon
the men of the cathedral were on a bender,
filed with Dan Suags whisky.
Night was made hideOus with sound.
Had Revolver Guy put in an appearance
at that time his life would not have been
worth a farthing. Nevertheless, he was not
as far distant as might be supposed. The
gambler vas loath to give up the wealth that
Inv concealed in his cabin on the outskirts
OF Rocket Bar.
After escaping from Primrose Pete the
gambler made a detouT, and gained the
vicinity Of his cabin without being discOy-
cred. The street was illuminated with a
bonfire OF whisky barrels, and even the
gamblers lone cabin was no longer In the
shadow
Curse the luckl' grated Revolver Guy.
his is mighty bad | ought to be on the
road 10 Join Frisco Matt andsthe ladies. |
won't 20 without visiting my old residence,
however, cowboys or no cowboys I've a
cool thousand under the boards of the old
shautv THAT Primrose Pete and his pards
shall never corral.
ThTs muttering the gambler moved eau
tiously toward the door of his cabin He
had little difficulty in gaining an entrance
without being discovered. Scarcely had
he crossed the threshold, however, when a
brilliant light filled the heavens, and glared
with mauaeing eyes into the little cabin.
Renewed yells and pistol shots announced
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tho buildings.
Rocket Bar IS doomed. grated Revolver
Guy. The cowboys won't leave cabin
standing. They have got at Dan Snags
choice liquors and VIII make things spin
from now until morning. can't get away
any toe soon. Now for that bag Of nuggets,
and then good-by to Rocket Bar and to
Montana.
Soon the gambler was upon his knees
working away at loose bit of floor A
minute thus md then am exclamation Of sat
isfaction fell from his lips.
He held aloft a small yetwell filled buck
skin bag.
AN safe, my yellow boys" he cried, and
then the weight of a hand on his shoulder
sent a cold chill down his spine. The mex
instant hand reached forth and snatcheJ
from his the bag of gold.
aPagd. s,pose Won ON ND the nuggets tal
one ms needs em
Revolver CIV spraug to his feet. drawinl
lis revolver rs ne did So. whirling sharply
anon his fo,.. A revolver covered his heart
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