Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 29: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

- FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. ey deal Dan. ‘‘They’ll never see me down ‘Yes, we have met again,” he said, there again. My only regret is that I hoarsely. “Who are you? I believe can’t meet the man from Mexico once} there is something familiar about you. >. more. I’d like to settle the score with; ‘‘Look—look well at my face, Dan him.”’ Powers! Don’t you remem ber : me ?”? Then he turned the head of the horse| ‘‘No.”” from the town, and rode swiftly away. “Then look again.’ : 2° - « : With a sweep of his hand, the strange: man removed his hat and the wig of false hair he had worn. A change seemed to come over his face, and Powers gasped: ‘“Heavens! It can’t be! You—you are ynot—not Victor North, her brother ?’’ Behind a bowlder close beside the trail, not more than three miles from Silver Bluff, a man was sitting. He had snow-white hair and a pale, stern face. ‘“‘T know I am ahead of him, and I an sure he will not attempt to go back North, and brother of the poor girl you through the town,’’ muttered the man. killed.? ‘‘He must come this way. One or both oes int I shot vou!” of us will remain here after we meet.” ve He peered out from behind the bowl- der, his keen eyes gazing far along thie winding trail A horseman came into view. ‘He is coming!’ said the man behind the bowlder, his voice hard and cold. 1) o¢ memory for a time,’’ Victor North de-: have not waited for him in vain.” clared. ‘‘WhenI recovered, I did not Then he saw the form of a child in the ‘kenga? xt | ald ae arms of the horseman, and his face grew | harder and colder. — | “Tt is as I thought,’? muttered the man. ‘‘I knew he meant to try to carry her away.’ -. The horseman came on ata gallop till | it was near the bowlder. Suddenly the white-haired man rose to ; his feet and leveled a revolver straight at! should hay the heart of the man on the horse. _ .**Hold on, Dan Powers?” he com-/| manded. : _The horseman saw him and fecosnized | him. -“Then, in a moment, the child was | ‘Powers, his face blue with fear. | swing round to shield ‘the rider, who! where your bullet struck.' the edve of the hair. to me like a flash. Then I came here to isaloon, but did not wish to do “it before time. ’? Like a flash, the man behind the bowl- I tell you now that I am a dead shot, der changed his aim and fired. jand I shall kill you when I] fire, but ] With a bullet in its brain, the horse fell, and the white-haired man rushed an going to give you a chance at me, for out in time to catch thechild in his arms. | Powers had been flung to the ground! and stunned. When he recovered, he: found the man from Mexico standing’ | o ‘as over him, still with a revolver in his | A band of horsenten galloped along the hand, while the child lay on the ground) trail in pursuit of Powers. They were ‘ready. Life will be ended for one or both of us within five minutes. " | * - * - e “Tam Victor North, son of John. ‘©And fled, like the coward I know you to be at heart. Look, here is the scar | He showed a scar above the temple in “It did not kill me, but it deprived me” y own name, and I could not tell who had shot me. I got well, and wan- dered about over the world, trying to find. out something about my self. In “Mexico > I made a fortune, and in Mexico, one day, the memory of the past came back: ifind my father, and I found you. I. e finished you last night in the. ‘my poor old father. I waited for this : Then I suppose you mean to murder. ime in cold blood?’ hoarsely - masspers’ = hed f rT; Y “Tt is what you deserve,’’ declared Vic-. say ogy a Ap tor North, “but you shall have a chance.” iwe’ll fight a fair duel. Get up. and get: beside the trail. | the citizens of Silver Bluff, and Ben Boze We have: met again,” said Smith, lwas leading them. . coldly. 7 | The bicvele boys were in advance, and Powers shivered, despite his wonderful the party was covering ground in a Teck- nerve. — [Jess manner. : _ COmicooks.com