A LIVELY SCENE FOLLOWS ON THE BEACH AND THE THREE ROGUES GET
WHAT HAD BEEN PROMISED--A GREAT SURPRISE.
"My dear," said our hero, turning to his companion, "just hear these
awful men! Did you ever hear anything like it? Why, they are really
impertinent. Come, dear, we will go away and not talk with them further.
It's a disgrace to be seen in their society a minute. Some of our
friends might see us talking to these men and think they were our
friends. Just to think of it!"
The three men laughed, and the leader mimicked:
"Yes, just to think of it! but see here, mister pickpocket, you can't
work your high airs on us. I see you won't shell out, so we will just
take you."
"Yes, in the water," said one of the men. "We'll duck him first, just to
soften down his cheek a bit."
"You wouldn't do that, would you?" said the leader.
"Yes, sure; the idea of him puttin' on airs, eh! yes, let's duck him."
"All right, comrade, it's as you say."
"Why, hear the horrid men," said Oscar. "Maybe they think it is a great
joke to try and scare us, but we don't scare; do we, my dear?"
Cad did look as though she was almost scared out of her wits, and we
desire to call our readers' attention to the courage and nerve of both
the detectives in daring for one moment to think of meeting those three
great burly men.
"Say, young fellow, just hand over the swag you've stolen so we can
return it to the owner and we'll let you off. I've a list of the
articles: a watch, some diamonds and money. We don't want to be hard on
you. Peel out the stuff and we'll let you off; won't we, comrades?"
"I don't know about that. I think we should do our duty," said one of
the men.
"Well, yes, but seein' they're having such a good time I haven't the
heart to put them in jail."
"Just as you say, captain, just as you say."
"Say, young fellow, will you hand over the swag?"
"He! he! he! really, gentleman, what jokers you are! I know you are very
funny, but I don't understand your jokes; indeed, I don't."
"You don't, eh?"
"No, no; he! he! he!"
"Is it a joke to go to jail?"
"He! he! he! how funny! now I see you want to scare us; but see here, I
don't scare. I can prove that to you, and if you do not go away I shall
be compelled to thrash you."
"What!" ejaculated the three men, giving utterance to real laughter. It
really did sound comical for that apparently slender dude to threaten
to thrash three burly men.
"So you'll thrash us, eh?"
"He! he! he! yes, you will compel me to thrash you if you don't go away.
Why, this lady is very much annoyed. I cannot see her annoyed; certainly
not, so go away and I'll not harm you."
"Hear him--hear him!" cried one of the rogues, and he added: "We'll have
to duck him for insultin' us."
"Yes, we'll have to duck him."
"Let's do it."
The men leaped forward when one of the most extraordinary scenes that
ever occurred followed. As the men leaped forward both Oscar and Cad
drew short billies--drew them so quickly that the men did not observe
them until they _felt_ them. A complete change had come over the
appearance and actions of Oscar and Cad. The former with an ease and
quickness that was wonderful to behold dealt the leader of the rogues a
smart tap on the head that caused him to lie down in the sand as though
stricken with a pain where his digestive organs reside. Cad meantime
played a single-note tattoo on the head of number two, and Oscar, after
dropping the first man, paid his compliments to number three, who also
concluded to lie down without any premeditation whatever. It was, as We
have intimated, a most singular, startling and extraordinary scene, and
before the men could rise each received to turn a second rap, when Oscar
inquired:
"What shall we do with them, sis?"
"Drown them," came the answer.
"No, no, it would be too bad to toss such mean carcasses into pure
water."
"But they'll become salted," said the girl.
"I reckon we've salted them pretty well; let's stroll."
Oscar and Cad walked away, resuming the same smart girl and dude rôle
they had played ere they fell to and downed the burly ruffians.
It was a sight for a comic paper, after Oscar and Cad had wandered away,
to behold the three ruffians rise and look at each other. For a moment
none of them spoke. They just looked, until one of the party, who
evidently was a sort of humorist, said:
"Cap, I don't think we'll go shopping with their wad to-day."
The other man fell to the spirit of the occasion and said:
"Well, cap, it was _easy_, yes, very easy _for them_."
The leader looked, yes, looked very _blue_.
"Well, did you ever!" he murmured.
"No, I never," came the response.
"What was it we struck?"
"I feel as though something had _struck me_," was the answer.
"My covies, we got it good."
"Did you? Well, I got it _bad_. Oh, how my head aches!"
"Who are they?"
"I'll never tell you, but it was the gal gave me my rap and she came
down on me with the force of a Goliah, and I went down--see? I'm down
yet."
"I don't understand," said the leader as he mopped the blood trickling
from the wound in his head with his handkerchief.
"I'll never explain it to you," said the humorist.
"Hang me, but I can't think."
"Neither can I. My thoughts are wool-gathering, and no wonder, eh? By
jiminy! what a settler I got, and I settled."
"They were playing us."
"Yes, they were playing us, and they had lots of fun rattling on my poor
conk."
"But who are they?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Giant, I reckon, and it came so quick that for a moment I
thought I was in a ship and a squall had blown the mast over on me. But
see here, pards, we'd better get up and git, or mebbe some of our
misdeeds may rise up in judgment against us. Instead of our putting the
dude in jail he may jug us."
"Right you are; let's scatter."
"Where will we meet?"
"In the city, and we'd better lay low. There is more in this little
experience than a crack on the head. We're lucky if we get away."
The three men rose to their feet, held a few moments' talk and then
scattered. Each man determined to make his way to the city on his own
hook, and they considered it was possibly by hook or by crook that they
would get there.
Oscar and Cad had disappeared. Indeed, the rogues had hardly dared look
at each other or speak until the "singulars" had gotten out of sight.
Once well away Oscar said:
"All right, Cad, I must leave you now to shift for yourself awhile. I am
going to finish up this business. We know where to meet."
"Yes."
They were standing in a hollow between two sandbanks and it was dark.
"Change," said Oscar.
Immediately there followed a most wonderful transformation. Cad Metti
dropped her fine feathers as though by magic, and in her stead appeared
a plain-looking country girl, while the dude vanished, and in his stead
appeared a regular sporting appearing young fellow. No one would have
recognized in either the two who had sat on the piazza of the hotel
eating their dinner and cooing like two turtle-doves.
"Well done," said Oscar as he gazed at the wonderful girl, Cad Metti,
and an instant later he said:
"Now I will leave you. I must get on the track of those scoundrels."
Cad and Oscar did not stop to exchange farewells. The latter moved away
rapidly toward the point where he had had the encounter with the three
ruffians whom he and his female comrade had served out so well. Oscar
desired to follow the leader and he arrived behind a rift of sand in
time to watch them, and he was able to discern the fellow he desired to
shadow. His man made a roundabout tour toward the depot and then started
afoot down the track, not daring to take the train at the Manhattan
station. Our hero, however, proceeded to the station, knowing his man
would board the train at Sheepshead Bay, and his conclusion was
verified, for all three men had arrived at the Sheepshead Bay station
and boarded the train as individuals, not exchanging one word. Indeed,
all had worked a sort of half-and-half transform.
Oscar maintained his seat; he did not go to the car boarded by the men.
He remained one car behind, but he was on the alert lest at any moment
the rascals might desert the train, and so he arrived at Long Island
City. The men went to the Twenty-third street boat, the detective
followed them, and still they kept apart.
"Those fellows are scared," he muttered. "The surprise they got has
taken all the life out of them."
Once in New York the special chap whom he was following walked up
Twenty-third street to First avenue, then he turned down and finally
entered a low tenement house. Oscar was at his heels and noted the house
he entered, and took up a position directly opposite. There were lights
in some of the front rooms, but the windows of the top floor front
reflected no brilliance until a few moments after our hero had taken his
position, when there shot forth from the small windows a sickly gleam
of light.
"Top floor front," was our hero's comment. He had located the room where
the man had entered.
Oscar stood a little time revolving his next move in his mind, and
finally he determined upon the old trick played so often and still
played daily by officers on a quiet "lay."
He entered the tenement house and ascended the creaking stairs, and not
a muscle in his sturdy form quivered, although it was a dangerous
undertaking to enter that sort of a house on such an errand. There was a
possibility that there were a dozen villains scattered around in the
several apartments, for as the old saying has it, "Thieves flock
together."
Oscar, however, was well-armed, cool, strong and agile, and he arrived
in front of the door of the room and heard voices. He peeped in, as the
keyhole was large and there was no key in the door. He saw the man to
whom he had given the sore head, and a woman. The latter was a
remarkable-looking person. She was about forty, as it appeared; her
complexion was sallow, her features pointed, her eyes large and sunken,
and the latter were very expressive, proving that the eagle-nosed woman
was bright, alert and cunning. She wore a discontented look upon her
face as she eyed the man who had entered her presence, and while Oscar
peeped and listened he heard her say:
"I am tired of this."
"Tired of what?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes, I do."
"I'll tell you. I am tired of living in these rooms; tired of going
hungry; tired of wearing old clothes; tired of slaving for you--a
miserable fake."
"Hold on, Sarah, don't talk to me that way."
"Yes, I will talk to you that way. When I met you, I had plenty of
money. You pretended to love me and I was fool enough to accept your
love. I let you have money. I had a good, comfortable home, and now
where am I? You have squandered every penny on the races. You don't know
how to gamble, and yet you gamble away every cent you get. You do not
come home when you have a stake and say, 'Here, my dear, is a hundred or
two for you.' No, no, you come in and dole me out a few stamps and say,
'Make yourself comfortable.' In fact, when you have a good stake you do
not come home at all, if this miserable place can be called a home. Tom,
I'll stand it no longer; you and I will separate."
"Hold on, Sarah, do not talk that way."
"Yes, I will talk that way, and I will act. I can make plenty of money.
No need for me to stay here and play wife to a man who only cares for
himself and who hasn't the courage to start in and make a good haul and
give me the comforts I've been accustomed to enjoy; and as you can't do
it I'll start out and win them for myself, and I will not furnish you
money to gamble while I starve here in these rooms without food, fire or
clothing. I tell you I am through."
The man Tom was thoughtful a moment and then said:
"Sarah, all you say is true, but I've had no money."
"And you never will have."
"Yes, I will."
"Never."
"Why do you say so?"
"You haven't the courage; you are a coward."
"Hold, Sarah, I took a big chance this very afternoon to make a big
stake. I showed all the courage, but got the worst of it. I ran up
against a cyclone disguised as a gentle sea breeze, but I am going to
have a big stake, and all you need is just a little patience and you
shall have an elegant home, horses and carriages, and diamonds and
servants."
"Oh, come off, Tom; no more fairy stories for me."
"It's no fairy story, Sarah. I tell you there is no one on earth that I
love as I do you. I've felt bad seeing you living this way and I've done
the best I could; but I am to be let into the greatest gang on earth. I
will make money from the start, and you will be let in and we can in a
few weeks make a big stake and skip. What I tell you is no fairy story."
"Bah! Tom, I've heard your wild tales before."
"This is no wild tale. I tell you in a few weeks we will be flush."
The woman's eyes glittered as she said:
"I wish I could believe you, Tom."
"You can believe me."
"Why are you so secret about it? Why don't you open up?"
"I have not been initiated yet. It is the greatest gang that ever got
together."
"Do you know any of the parties in it?"
"Certainly I do. All countries are represented. We have the talent of
the world in it. The leaders are the smartest men on earth. They have
branches in every large city in the United States. They are in with big
politicians, judges and millionaires. They have defied the police for
eighteen months, and they are all ready to flood the land and get away,
and I am to be let in."
"Counterfeiters, Tom?"
"Well, yes, that is a part of their business. They counterfeit currency,
metal and bonds, government and bank. They will make a big general
sweep. Every man in it will get his share, and a share is a fortune.
It's the most perfect organization ever effected, and I tell you I am
to be in it among the big bugs too, and all through you."
"All through me?"
"Yes."
"How is that?"
"They need you."
"They do?"
"Yes."
"In what capacity?"
"To sign the papers."
Again the woman's eyes glittered as she asked:
"How did they learn about me?"
"One of our old pals told them about you."
"And why did you not tell me about this before?"
"I have not had my first interview yet with the king-pin. He has been
out West. He is to be in New York some day this week. You are to exhibit
your skill and we will get a stake immediately."
"And you will gamble it away in an hour."
"No, I've sworn off."
"Bah! how many times you've told me that!"
"I mean it this time."
"Tom, I am fond of you, but I cannot let you ruin me again. If we make a
big stake I am to hold the money. Do you hear?"
"Yes, I hear."
"And you understand that I mean what I say?"
"I do."
"I can beat the world on false signatures."
"That is what they have been told."
"I've long wanted a chance like this."
"I know it."
"I can make my own terms when they learn what I can do."
"I know it."
Our readers can readily imagine the feelings of Dudie Dunne as he
listened to this wonderful revelation. He realized that he and Cad Metti
had made the hit of their lives, or rather had a chance to do so. It
seemed wonderful that he had in this most astonishing manner gotten
right on to the whole scheme, was peering, as it were, into the very
heart of the terrible organization. It was not wholly skill that had
brought him to this point; there was a large element of luck in it. Was
it not more? Was there not fate in it, that through his ingenious
strategy and Cad's suggestion he had followed the man of all men who
under circumstances the most marvelous would bring him in contact with
the king of the great criminal confederacy?
Oscar just reveled in his success. His face was actually radiant. The
great special, Wise, had told him the best detectives in the land had
been baffled. Wise himself had failed, and he had selected Oscar, and
the young man was delighted at the prospect of maintaining the great
special's confidence in his ability. Meantime the conversation
continued.
"When are you to meet these people?"
"I don't know exactly. The king-pin is out West. He is liable to return
any day."
"And then?"
"You are to give an exhibition of your skill."
The woman clasped her hands and casting her eyes to the floor exclaimed:
"Oh, how I have longed for a chance like this, Tom! I love luxury. I
would be a handsome, yes, a splendid woman if I only had money. This is
the best chance we ever had in our lives."
"Yes, Sarah, and I will be proud to see you dressed like a queen."
"Give me the money and I will dress like a queen; I know how to dress.
But who is with you in securing this great chance?"
"I will tell you all about it later on, Sarah. You can be hopeful, and
now I will go to meet one or two of the boys. I will not be home again
until early in the morning. We have a little job on hand. It may yield a
few, bits for us; I can't tell."
"Tom, with the great chance we have, be careful. Do not get nipped just
as our fortune is made."