The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-06-12
PRIMROSE PETE +,
Myrtle, the Mad Maid
of the Mines.
By LIEUT.. VICTOR o. ENDAL.

The black eyes of Revolver Guy flashed
with rage now. The cowboy sport was
most insolent His words struck home,
too, since they were true; but the gambler
dared not resist the blonde sports insults
while he covered him with deadly six
shooter.
Let me pass, cried Revolver Guy sud
denly. 4 viii meet you some day on
equal terms, then I'll cut your comb.
Back" as the mountain gambler moved
forward "lou cant pass until you tell me
what you have done with the Harver
women"
Didn't | tell YOU | know nothing of
them" snarled Revolver Guy in angry
voice.
Yes; but know you lied"
"Sacrer'
1T won't do any good to swear, Revolver
Guy; you cannot brighten me. / knOC that
the women left home but a short time
since, and in a wagon. | followed the track
to this spot SO you may as well confess the
whole thing"
Not to you" growled the mad gambler
hoarsely.
"You must or take the consequences
The blonde sports finger slipped inside
his revolver guard, and his keen blue eye
glanced along the glittering barrel in a way
that startled Revolver Guy, and made his
blood run cold.
Don't shoot, Pete" cried the gambler,
in a cringing tone that brought a sneer to
the lips of his enemy.
Then tell me what You have done with
Mrs. Harver and Nettie. No prevarcation
now, or by the heavens above l will send a
leaden nugget crashing through your heart
You understand? The cowboy king never
utters vain threat.
There was no installing the earnestness
of the dandy sport. He meant business,
and Revolver Guy realized it. 1t was the
truth or death
Il don't suppose it makes any difference
to you, Primrose, anyhow. The women did
leave in a cart, bound for the railroad. You
see, it wasn't safe for them IN Rocket Bar
any longer"
"Why wasn't it safe?" sternly demanded
the cowboy sport.
Too many bad men acknowledgements
who would not hesitate to make victims Of
helpless females"
Exactly, and you are at the head of an
organized gang of such villains, Revolver
Guy. Frisco Matt and his pals are pards
Of yours. | know whereof Isspeak; so if
YOU have sent the widow and Nettie away it
was for an evil purpose. Revolver Guy,
what is that puIpose?9
My motive was the best. +"
Don't repeat any more lies, they are
STALE" interrupted Primrose Pete, sternly.
II viii have the truth or nothing"
Before the mountain gambler could reply
the whip-like crack of a rife echoed through
the hills, and bullet grazed the cheek of
Primrose Pete.
This was a warning that the blonde sport
could not ignore.
As the shot came from the rear, and was
aimed at him. Primrose Pete knew that it
would not be safe to flee by the back trail
To turn aside would expose him to the
deadly revolvers of the mountain gambler;
only one avenue of safety was there-an
advance straight ahead, along the wagon
trail.
Revolver Guy stood in the way; never
theless Primrose Pete did not hesitate for
an instant, but sprang upon the man in his
path with the quickness and fury of a tiger
The gambler of Rocket Bar saw the move
ment and attempted to draw his weapons.
He was not quick enough, however. and
we'll aimed blow from the butt of Primrose
Pete's revolver sent Revolver Guy to the
ground insensibie.
With cry Of defiance Primrose Pete
dashed down the wagon-trail with the
feetness of a deer.
In rapid succession came the sharp bark
of revolvers in the ears of the cowboy
sport. but every bullet flew wide of the
mark.
After going a short distance Primrose
Pete left the trail and entered a bush lined
gorge, disappearing from sight.
Five bearded rough-looBing men came
rushing to the spot where lay Revolver
Guy. One of these men bore a repeating
rifle in his hands; the others We're armed
alone with revolvers and bowies. 1t was
tJ,.r, a,
sent warming Of danger 10 Primrose Pete.
Had the villains been discreet enough
they might have either killed or captured
the yellow haired sport who had, since his
coming to Rocket Bar, proven a yeritable
terror to the toughs.
BY Judas! pards, hyars the Captain. -
"Deadln
"keeled up fur Their last time"
And Primrose Pete are Their pilgrim that
did it."
Curse the cowboy SPORT
4 groan interrupted the conversation
over the supposed corpse of the gambler
and the next moment he sat up and looked
about him. rubbing his head, where sore
spot had been made blythe butt of Primrose
PeteS revolver.
Great antelopes, Their Cap'n comes up
smilin' as You please" cried one of the
toughs with a grim laugh. I'VE thought
Won was done fur, boss"
NO cowboy can put me under, growled
Revolver Guy, coming 10 his feet. "Where
is the yillain3 Have You permitted him to
escape.
Il reckin that's about the size ont it,
grunted one of the toughs.
An oath fell from the Captains lips
For a time he was very angry, and be-
labored his tough friends with a venom
that was disgusting. At length, however
he cooled down and said;
There's no use In crying over spilled
milk, pards. I've work for some of Won
Mike Mullet has started for the plains Will
the women. and | want them taken care of
/ had it all planned with Frisco Matt
Where Is het"
Gone ter tend yer bidding. reckiu.
1T is we'll. Now, pards. get back Il
Rocket Bar. | hear that Mad Myrtle ha,
been seen there lately, and | wish per
sonal interview with that lady"
An right
As the little party turned about the man
standing nearest Revolver Guy uttered
short cry and sank bleeding to the ground
TIA pTEp "