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It was a bitterly cold night in March.

The bleak, gloomy streets of Chicago were almost deserted.

A poor little boy in rags was slinking along an aristocraticavenue, shivering with the cold and looking verywretched.

His pallid, emaciated face showed poverty and privation,an air of utter misery surrounded him, and he had a mournfullook in his sunken eyes.

Nobody noticed poor Joe Crosby but the police.

He was then only one of the many waifs of the great city.

Tom Reynard, the detective, had seen him stealing alonglike a thief, and the zealous officer became so suspicious ofthe boy’s actions that he began to follow him.

Perhaps he was justified in doing this, for the hoodlumsof Chicago were a pretty bad set of rowdies, as a rule.

The detective was a middle aged, sharp, shrewd fellow,of medium size, clad in a black suit and derby hat, his bonyface clean shaven, his keen blue eyes snapping with fire,and his reputation for ability the very finest.

He kept the skulking boy well in view and was a littlebit startled to see him mount the stoop of a very handsomebrown stone house, through the parlor windows of which,partly open at the top, there gleamed a dull light.

Instead of the poor little wretch making an attempt tobreak into the house as the detective expected, he boldly rangthe bell.

A servant answered the summons, and, seeing the boy,she cried:

“What! Joe Crosby—you back home again?”

“Yes, Nora,” the boy replied, in firm tones, “and I amgoing to stay, too. My stepfather, Martin Murdock, is awicked man. He lured me to a wretched tenement in WestRandolph street, where an Italian villain has been keepingme a prisoner. But after a month of captivity I escapedfrom there to-night, and now I have come back to makeMartin Murdock tell me why he did this?”

“Oh, the rascal!” indignantly cried the girl. “He toldus that he sent you off to boarding-school. Come in, Joe,come in.”

“Is my stepfather in the house?”

“Yes; you will find him in the front parlor.”

The boy entered the mansion and disappeared from thedetective’s view.

2Reynard vented a whistle expressive of intense astonishment.

“Holy smoke!” he muttered. “Here’s a daisy game!Never thought I was going to drop onto a family affair ofthis kind. Wonder if I could hear what goes on in theparlor if I get up on the stoop?”

He saw that the parlor windows were partly open at thetop, and mounting the stairs he crouched in the doorway.

Joe had gone into the parlor.

A well-built man, in stylish clothing, stood in the room.

It was Martin Murdock.

He was apparently about forty years of age and wore ablack mustache, had dark hair and black eyes, an aquilinenose, and upon his left cheek a V-shaped, livid scar.

A cry of astonishment escaped his lips when he saw theboy.

“Free!” he gasped. “How did you get away, youwhelp?”

“That is my business,” the boy replied, angrily. “Youmust explain why you had me imprisoned in that vile den.”

“Oh, I must, eh?” sneered the man, with a nasty leer.

“I have thought it over,” said Joe, sharply. “You wasa poor man when you married my mother. When she diedI know that she left me a large fortune, for I heard the lawyerread her will. You was made my guardian until Icome of age, in five years. Now there was one point in thewill that would make you wish to see me dead. That wasthe clause which said you would inherit all my money if Iwere to die before I am twenty-one. Are you trying toput me out of the way so you can get that money, MartinMurdock?”

He looked the man squarely in the eyes as he asked thisquestion.

Murdock quailed before his victim’s reproachful burningglance for Joe had correctly surmised the dark plot he hadin view.

His nervousness only lasted a moment for he quickly recovered.

“Fool!” he hissed, getting enraged at the thought thathis wicked scheme was suspected. “How dare you hint thatI’d do such a thing?”

“Because I know you are a villain.”

“What!” roared Murdock, furiously. “You insult me.I’ll pound the life out of you, you infernal youngscoundrel!”

And he sprang at the boy and dealt him a savage blowthat knocked him over upon the floor, rushed up to himand began to kick him about the head.

Weak from past privations, and unable to defend himself,poor Joe groaned in a heart-rending manner, and cried,piteously, as the hot tears ran down his pale, thin cheeks:

“Oh, don’t—don’t, Mr. Murdock!”

“I’ll kill you!” yelled the brute.

“For pity’s sake! Oh, the pain! Stop—I can’t standit!”

Just then the servant rushed in.

“Shame!” she cried, indignantly.

“Get out of here!” roared Murdock. “I’ll dischargeyou!”

“If you beat poor Joe any more I’ll have you arrested!”This threat caused the broker to say, hastily:

“He provoked me to it. I don’t intend to hit him again.”

Satisfied with this assurance, the girl went out.

Poor Joe, cut, bleeding and black-and-blue, crept towardthe door.

The man glared at him a moment and then hissed:

“Get up, there! Get up, I say! I’ll have a final settlementwith you! Put on your hat. It is eight o’clock now.The lawyer who has charge of your money has gone home.He lives out of town. You come with me to his house.You’ll get your money. Then you can clear out of hereand never trouble me again.”

“Gladly!” exclaimed Joe, in eager tones.

He knew that with plenty of money he could easily getalong in the world and be under no obligations to this fiend.

Murdock scowled at him and prepared to go out.

Hearing them coming the detective left the stoop and gotbehind an adjacent tree where he was unseen.

He had scarcely concealed himself when he saw MartinMurdock come out with Joe, hail a passing cab, get in andride away.

The detective had overheard all they said in the parlor,and with his suspicions of the broker aroused, he pursuedthe cab, resolved to see the termination of the affair.

Murdock did not utter a word to the boy, but kept watchinghim and deeply thinking over a dark scheme he had inview.

The boy feared this man, but he was so eager to have afinal settlement with him that he did not hesitate to gowith him.

Reaching the railroad depot they embarked on a train.

“I’ll take him to an unfrequented place and put an endto him!” thought Murdock, grimly. “He stands in my wayto nearly a million. The stakes are enormous. It is worththe risk. I’m bound to have the money.”

Unluckily for him, the detective was on the same train.

They were whirled away.

3Several hours passed by, when the end of the road wasreached.

“Readestown! All out! Last stop!” called the conductor.

Murdock and the boy were the only ones in that car, andthey arose, alighted and strode away.

Tom Reynard pursued them.

The place was a noted little city in which dwelt a celebratedyoung inventor named Frank Reade, Jr.

Skirting the suburbs of the city, Murdock led his victimtoward a magnificent big mansion in which dwelt the inventoralluded to.

In the extensive grounds surrounding the house were anumber of immense workshops, in which the inventor constructedhis marvelous contrivances.

“There’s where the lawyer lives,” Murdock said to theboy, as he pointed at the mansion, although he had neverbeen in Readestown before.

This information allayed any suspicions the poor boymight have had, and as the surroundings were isolated, theplace seemed to favor the murderous design the man hadin view.

They strode toward the mansion and paused at the gate.

“You wait here for me,” said Murdock. “I’ll go in andsee if the lawyer is home. I’ll call you in if I find him.”

“All right,” the boy replied, in low, sad tones.

He leaned against the gate post with an oppressive feelingat heart and the gloomiest forebodings in his mind.

It almost seemed as if he had a subtle premonition of hisfate.

Murdock entered the grounds and stole away in the shrubbery.

He came to a pause and listened intently, then keenlypeered around without hearing or seeing anybody.

The wretch was intensely excited and as pale as death,while upon his brow there stood great beads of perspiration.

He fully realized what he was going to do.

There was not an extenuating thing to excuse him.

From where he crouched he could plainly see the boy.

He drew a revolver from his hip-pocket, his hand shakingas if palsied, and deliberately aimed at the poor boy.

Bang!

“Oh, God, I’m shot!” shrieked Joe.

Murdock rushed to his victim.

Poor little Joe fell to the ground.

The assassin thrust the pistol in his stiffening fingers.

He designed to lend the crime an appearance of suicide.

But Tom Reynard had seen the whole deed, and camerushing up to the villain and his victim, too late to stop thecrime or be of any service.

“You murderer!” cried the detective.

“I’m caught!” hoarsely muttered Murdock.

He struck the detective with the pistol, knocked himsenseless, and hearing footsteps approaching he rushed away.

Down from the house rushed Frank Reade, Jr., alarmedby the pistol shot, and seeing the detective was stunned heknelt down beside the boy.

Poor Joe was dead, to all appearances.

Frank Reade, Jr., was a dashing young man of distinguishedappearance, attired in fashionable clothing.

He was noted for his wonderful skill at inventing electricaland mechanical wonders of various kinds.

In this work he was ably assisted by a diminutive negro,named Pomp, and a rollicking, red-headed Irishman, calledBarney O’Shea, who invariably were his traveling companionson the trips he made with his inventions.

Judging that the boy was beyond all recovery, and deemingit wisest to pay first attention to the living, Frank liftedthe detective up and carried him into the house.

He met the coon and the Celt running toward him.

“Gorramighty!” panted Pomp. “Wha’ de trouble, MarsaFrank?”

“I found this senseless man and a dead boy at the gatejust now!”

“Be heavens, it’s a bloody murdher, then!” exclaimedBarney.

“So it seems. Help me in with this fellow till we revivehim.”

They carried Reynard into the sitting-room, laid himdown, and seeing his badge, discovered that he was a detective.

Restoratives were applied and he began to revive, uponobserving which Frank went out to get the dead boy.

When he reached the gate, to his amazement he foundthat the body of little Joe Crosby had mysteriously disappeared.

Frank hunted all over, but failed to find it.

Completely at a loss to account for the mysterious disappearance,he returned to the house and told his friendsabout it.

Reynard had recovered.

Sitting on the sofa, he heard that the body was gone.

Then he told Frank and his friends what had occurred.

4As soon as they heard the story they realized that a brutalcrime had been perpetrated by an avaricious, unscrupulousrascal, who ought to be punished for his sin.

“I’d better apprise the local authorities of the deed andthe strange loss of the body,” said Frank, briskly. “In themeantime, Mr. Reynard, you had better try to find MartinMurdock.”

“Holy smoke! Here’s a daisy game!” the detective replied.“Your head’s level, Mr. Reade. I’m off. You’llhear from me again!”

And away he went.

Frank followed him out.

He went to inform the police.

It was then nearly eleven o’clock.

Barney and Pomp had been in the workshop putting thefinishing touches on a new flying machine Frank invented.

Everything was completed, but in their hurried exit theyhad left the electric arc lights lit in the shop.

When the inventor was gone the Irishman said to Pomp:

“D’yer moind yer wor afther lavin’ ther loights lit in thershop.”

“Me?” said the coon. “G’way! ‘Twarn’t me, honey.Yo’ done it.”

“Go an’ turrun thim out, naygur!”

“Won’t do nuffin’ ob de kine.”

“Neither will I, me jewel.”

“When Marse Frank come back he gwine ter git mad.”

“Shure, you’re a dead man, then, fer I’ll blame it on you.”

“An’ I’se gwine ter say dat yo’ done did it, chile.”

“Ther two av us will get it in ther neck, then.”

“Dunno ‘bout dat, I’ish,” said Pomp. “If I’se got tergo, yo’ go, too!”

And so saying, he suddenly grabbed Barney by the napeof his neck and the slack of his pants, and rushed him intothe yard.

Away they scudded across the garden toward the shops,the Irishman unable to stop himself, and Pomp grinningand chuckling over the advantage he had gained.

“Whoop!” yelled Barney, as his legs flew along. “Begorry,I’ll have yer scalp fer this, ye puckered-up hyaena!”

“Cl’ar de track!” roared the delighted coon. “Heahcome de cyclone! Golly, what a roast, Barney!”

Propelling the Celt before him, he reached the half-closeddoor of the shop, slammed Barney against it with a bang,causing it to fly open, and barked his nose on the panel.

“Murdher!” raved the Celt. “Faix, me bugle isbushted!”

“Put on de brakes!” howled the coon.

Then he hauled off with his big foot and gave a Barneya boost that landed him on his ear in the middle of the bigroom.

Unluckily for the dusky practical joker he tripped overa plank and landed on top of the Irishman with a thud.

The next moment Barney had him by the leg, draggedhim over to a tackle hanging from the wall, secured thehook around the coon’s ankle and hoisted him up by therope.

When Pomp’s woolly head cleared the ground Barney tiedthe rope to a cleat and picked up a barrel stave.

“Watch me droive him troo ther wall!” he roared.

It was now his turn to chuckle and laugh.

Pomp began to look sick.

Around swished the stave over the coon’s coat-tail.

Whang!

Bang!

Plunk!

Thump!

For reports like pistol shots pealed out as Barney broughtthe stave down upon the coon’s anatomy.

A bellow ripped from between Pomp’s thick, blubberylips.

“Fo’ de Lawd’s sake, stop dat!” he yelled, frenetically.

“Yer will ploog me wid yer fut, hey?” roared Barney.

Then he soaked the coon again.

Whack!

Crack!

Biff!

Boom!

Pomp squirmed, roared, and suddenly grabbed his tormentor.

“Unfasten me dar!” he howled, as he pinched the Irishman.“If yo’ doan done it I’se gwine ter chaw yer, honey!”

“Holt on!” yelled Barney, in tones of agony. “Bad cessto yer, it’s a choonk yez will take out av me entoirely. Laveaff, yer bottle-nosed gorilla, or I’ll go around on a crootch!”

“No, sir! No, sir! Not’ll yo’ luf me down yere.”

“Yis! Yis!” howled Barney, complying. “Ouch, meleg! Whoo—oh—oh!”

The moment Barney let go the rope he tore himself freeand rushed out of the shop, pursued by the coon.

In the middle of the big room stood Frank’s new invention.

It was formed like a sharp-prowed ship, and was madeof aluminum.

There was an air-rudder at the bow and a water-screwand rudder at the stern, while the deck was railed in.

From the bow projected a long ram, while at the sternwere two enormous air-propellers, one larger than the other.

5Two turrets crowned the deck, with tubes rising fromtheir roofs, on top of which were a pair of tremendoushelices.

From one tube to the other ran two more horizontaltubes, between which were ranged five more big helices.

These helices were revolved, as were the other wheels, bya strong current of electricity, to lift the engine up in theair.

In the forward turret, which was designed for the steersman,stood a powerful electric searchlight, and in the midshipsection a circular deck-house, pierced by doors andbull’s-eyes.

It was a remarkable-looking machine, the material andmechanism of which combined extreme lightness with thegreatest of strength.

As Frank had built other flying machines with mechanicalparts similar to those employed in this one, which hadproven successful, he was sure this one would operate.

The young inventor had returned from police headquarterswhen Pomp chased Barney out into the yard, andgoing between the practical jokers he separated them.

Both were forced to shake hands and go to bed, and theinventor turned out the lights and followed them.

On the following day Frank received reports from thepolice, from time to time, but nothing was found of themissing body of poor little Joe Crosby.

Toward nightfall Tom Reynard returned to Readestown.

He made his way at once to Frank’s house, and meetingthe celebrated inventor in his library, he asked him:

“Well, have you found the corpse?”

“No. The police have hunted all over but failed.”

“How strange! Suppose some one stole it—probablymedical students, who want it for dissection. I’ve got badnews.”

“What is it?” asked Frank, curiously.

“Learned that Martin Murdock returned to Chicago lastnight. To-day he drew a small fortune in money from hisbank, went to New York and started for Europe in thetrans-Atlantic steamer Red Star.”

“So he escaped you, eh?”

“Yes. He knows that his crime is exposed, and wants toescape arrest. He’s got plenty money to do it, too. ButI’ve telegraphed on to Liverpool to the police to hold himon a charge of murder. I’ve got a warrant to arrest himon that charge and am going after him.”

“He may suspect your design, and give you the slip.”

“Yes, I know. Such a daisy game has been played before.But it’s the best I can do,” said the detective.

“I know a surer way than that to catch him.”

“How? How?” eagerly asked Reynard.

“Chase him in my new flying machine. Heard of it?”

“Yes. The papers mentioned that you had such an invention.”

“My interest in the case is excited. Do you want todo it?”

“I’d be delighted, if you’ll allow me to.”

“Oh, I want a use to put the engine of the clouds to, andas this is a good one I’ll see if I can’t aid the ends of justicewith the machine.”

“Good! When shall we start?”

“The day after to-morrow. As we can make one hundredmiles an hour through the sky in her, we are bound to soonoverhaul the steamer. We have only to provision and equipthe engine now.”

The four set to work at once on the airship.

By the second day she was ready, and they all embarked.

Frank entered the forward turret, the machinery wasstarted, the helices whirled, and the engine arose and passedthrough the open roof of the shop and shot up into the sky.

The sun was going down in the west when the Pegasus,as the engine of the clouds was named, rose above Readestown.

Her seven big helices were whirling around with a loud,buzzing sound, and lifting her at the rate of a yard asecond.

A shout arose from the people thronging the streetswhen they observed the flight of the engine, and as the newsspread, every one in the city watched the ascension withdeep interest.

Barney and Pomp had gone into the deck-house and hastenedbelow to watch the working of the machinery.

Left alone on deck, the detective observed that the Pegasusrode as steadily as if she rested on flanges upon theground.

At a height of 2,000 feet Frank slackened the speed ofthe helices until they whirled just fast enough to hold theengine at the desired altitude.

The detective then joined him in the turret.

“Holy smoke! This is a daisy contrivance!” he exclaimed.

“She works just as I designed she should,” replied Frank.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Drive her out over the Atlantic.”

“In the teeth of this gale?”

6“Certainly.”

There were several levers in front of the steering wheelbeside the compass binnacle, and Frank pulled one of them.

Like the rest this lever was connected with the machinery,and it made an electrical circuit with the driving screwmotor, causing them to rotate.

The screws acted upon the air as a metal propeller doesin the water, and the engine glided ahead.

Frank glanced at several dials on the wall.

They registered, measured and gauged the different partsof the airship, while various other instruments kept thetemperature, gave the altitude, velocity of the wind andso on.

“This is marvelous!” the detective cried, enthusiastically.

“You can feel her advance against the wind,” said Frank,“but when we are going with it at the rate of one hundredmiles an hour you would scarcely think we were moving.”

“How can you go with the wind?”

“Why, the atmospheric envelope of the earth consists ofnumerous stratas, or air currents that blow in all directions,”replied Frank. “If I were in a balloon and had nomeans of guidance but plenty ballast and lots of gas Icould steer it as well as if I had a rudder. This could bedone by alternately raising or lowering the balloon intocurrents of air blowing in the directions I wished to pursue.”

“Ain’t that queer!”

“It is perfectly natural. Now there is a strata calledthe Solar Current, which blows constantly from the west tothe east at a very high altitude. I could send a ballooncompletely around the world by remaining poised in thatcurrent. As it is so high up, however, we cannot make useof it, for we would be at such a great elevation we couldnot see the steamer Red Star if we met it.”

Just then Barney came in.

“How is the machinery?” Frank asked him.

“Faix, it do be wurkin’ as shlick as a phwistle!” repliedthe Celt. “An’ I suspishey that she’ll be afther gallopin’troo ther clouds beyant wid the agility av a kangaroo.”

“Take charge of the wheel and hold her due east. I’llrun down below and observe the actions of her dynamo andmachinery myself.”

He beckoned the detective to follow him.

Leaving Barney steering, they went out on deck.

The panorama of the landscape below looked like anenormous oil painting.

Everything took on the most diminutive size, and in thefar distance they caught sight of the great lakes.

The intense solitude was occasionally broken by the shrillblasts of steam whistles in factories and locomotives, theclang of bells and other loud, distinct sounds.

A few high-flying birds were seen circling around notfar away, and a strong wind was vainly opposing the engine.

Passing into the deck-house Frank and the detectivefound themselves in a room used for a cabin.

On one side stood a row of bunks, and at the other astaircase leading down below.

A door in the partition gave access to a combined kitchenand dining saloon over which Pomp presided as cook.

Every room was fitted up with incandescent electriclamps and pony motor fan-wheels, while the furnishing wasluxurious.

Descending the stairs they found themselves in the hold.

It was divided into three compartments.

The one forward was a general storeroom for tools, arms,ammunition, duplicate parts of the engine and similarthings; the next room contained food and water enoughfor a long trip, and the rear compartment held the machinery.

It was a simple arrangement.

The base of each helix shaft was furnished with a powerfulmotor which only required an electric current to turn it.

This current was derived from a small, light dynamo,which in turn was operated by an oil engine.

The same engine and dynamo gave power to the electriclighting machine, and a large motor connected with themachinery which revolved the screw shaft.

Should the occasion require, the power could be turnedinto a small motor, to which the water screw was coupled,for work in the sea, if they desired to navigate the water.

Pomp was busy oiling the bearings when Frank and hiscompanion entered the engine-room.

“Barney says everything is satisfactory, Pomp,” saidFrank.

“Spec’s it am, sah,” grinned the coon. “She done buckde win’?”

“Like a battering ram. I’ll examine her.”

“Fo’ shuah, honey.”

The inventor began his inspection.

He had not looked far before he received a tremendousshock of surprise.

Crouching in a corner behind a barrel of oil he caughtsight of a man, who, by some means, had stowed himselfaway on the engine.

“By thunder, a stowaway!” he cried.

“Holy smoke!” gasped Reynard. “Here’s a daisy game!”

“Fo’ de Lawd sake, whar am he?” demanded Pomp, instartled tones.

7Frank pounced upon the man, caught him by the backof the neck and hauled him out of his covert.

A cry of alarm escaped the fellow upon finding himselfdiscovered, and he rose to his feet with a scared look.

He was a man of about thirty, attired in a seedy suit ofclothes, a dilapidated stove-pipe hat, and wore a brown beardand mustache.

“Oh!” he roared, struggling to break away from Frank.“Don’t touch me. I’m crazy! Look out! I bite! Ha!ha! See the demons. The air is full of them! Back, youimps, back I say!”

He put up his fists and began to punch wind.

A cynical smile crossed Frank’s face.

“So you’re looney, eh?” he asked, sarcastically.

“Completely off my base!” asserted the man, confidentially.

“You lie! You are simply pretending to be a crank inorder to avoid punishment.”

“That’s a daisy game!” laughed the detective.

“Oh, but you’re mistaken!” said the man, in injuredtones. “I just escaped from the asylum. I’m a dead bug;on the level, I am.”

“What induced you to enter my shop and stow yourselfaway aboard of this airship—a desire to navigate theclouds?”

“No,” replied the stranger. “You carried me up beforeI could get off again. I—hey! Give me that——”

“What is this book?” queried Frank, hauling it out ofthe man’s pocket and glancing at the pages.

The man strove to snatch it away, but Frank was tooquick for him and prevented it.

One glance at the contents was enough for him—the bookwas filled with drawings of the mechanism of the airship.

“He’s a thief!” cried Frank, flushing with indignation.“He has simply come aboard to steal my patents. Hereis the proof!”

He held up the book to the view of his companions.

The man slunk back with a scowl of alarm on his face,for he realized that his real motive was betrayed, and thatall the contradictions he could make would be of no avail inthe face of such damaging evidence.

For a moment a deep silence ensued.

“Holy snake!” ejaculated the detective. “That’s a daisygame!”

“Frow de dirty white trash overboard!” indignantlyroared Pomp.

Frank tore the book to pieces and flung the fragmentsout one of the windows, after which he turned to the manand said:

“Your treachery shall be severely punished, sir.”

“But I’m a maniac!” protested the fellow, in a vain attemptto convince them that he was not accountable for hisactions. “I’m covered with snakes! Take ‘em off! Don’tyou see ‘em squirming?”

Frank caught him by the neck, interrupting him.

“That will do!” he cried, angrily. “Insane people don’tusually do such very practical and profitable things as youhave done. Consider yourself my prisoner, sir.”

“I’ll be hanged if I will!”

“You can’t escape from here.”

“I can’t, eh? Well, I’ll own the engine!”

As he said this a desperate light leaped into his eyes andhe pulled a knife from his breast-pocket.

Making a rush at Frank he aimed a stab at him, whichthe young inventor barely had time to avoid by steppingback.

Pomp picked up an iron bar and the detective drew hisrevolver and aimed it at the man.

Seeing the peril he was in the rascal rushed for thestairs, pursued by the three, and dashed up to the cabin.

Out on deck he ran like a deer.

Frank and his companions followed him.

He headed for the pilot-house, and flinging open the doorhe dashed into the room behind Barney.

Barney heard the man rush into the room, and glancingaround he was thunderstruck to see the stranger.

Moreover, his amazement was increased by observing thatthe man had a wild, hunted look on his face and a knife inhis hand.

“Be heavens, it’s a stranger!” he gasped.

“If you budge an inch I’ll run this knife in your heart!”hissed the man.

“Faix, I’ll not boodge a quarther av an inch!” repliedBarney.

“Tell your friends to keep back or you are a dead man!”

“Shtand back as far as ther sturrun, fellies!” roaredBarney. “Ther further back yez goes ther safer me loifewill be!”

Frank and his companions heard this cry.

It brought them to a pause, for they realized that Barneywas in danger.

A consultation was held to devise a means of getting theman into their power and saving Barney.

“See here,” said the stranger to the Irishman.

8“I’m luckin’, yer honor,” replied the Celt.

“Lower the engine to the ground so I can alight.”

“I will; only kape that knife away. Begorry, it makesa cowld chill floy up an’ down me backbone whin ther p’inttooches me.”

And Barney slackened the revolutions of the helices.

The engine began to rapidly descend.

In a short time she was near the ground.

“Now tell your friends to enter the cabin.”

“Masther Frank, dear!” roared Barney.

“What do you want?”

“Go beyant inter ther cabin, d’yer moind?”

“What for?”

“This spalpeen do be wishin’ to escape wid no bullets inhim!”

“Is your life in danger, Barney?”

“Faix, I’m widin wan inch av bein’ a coorpse!”

“Then we’ll go in.”

“Go, and God bless yer sowl!”

Frank and his companions returned to the cabin.

Peering out the door the stowaway saw that the coast wasclear.

“If you attempt to turn your head before I am off thisengine,” said he, in threatening tones, “I’ll cut your heartout!”

“Faith, I have a shtiff neck, an’ couldn’t turrun it if Ithried!” lied Barney.

The man shook his knife at Barney, and glided out ondeck, for by this time the machine was within a few feetof the open ground.

No sooner was he out of the room when as quick as aflash Barney turned a heavy current of electricity into theboat’s hull.

“She’s electrified!” he yelled to his friends.

They heard, and understood him, and remained in thecabin out of danger.

Not so the stranger.

His shoes insulated his feet.

But no sooner did he grasp the railing to go overboardwhen he received a powerful shock that made him yell.

Both hands grasped the railing, convulsively, and hecould not let go.

“Oh! Ouch! Oh-h-h-h!” he yelled, wildly.

“Bedad, I have him!” roared Barney, delightedly.

“Stop it!” screamed the stranger. “I’m a dead man!I’m a dead man!”

“Faith, I’ll take yer measure for a coffin!” chuckledBarney.

“Let up there, will you? Oh! oh! oh!”

“Divil a bit! It’s electrocuted I’ll have yez in wanminute!”

The man raved, swore, begged and wept.

Barney kept the current on, though.

Finally Frank cried:

“That will do. He’s punished enough.”

“I’ll let him go, then,” returned the Irishman.

He cut out the current.

As soon as the stowaway found himself relieved he gave ajump, flew over the rail and landing on the ground belowhe rolled over and over in the dust.

Getting upon his feet he sped away.

Frank and the rest then emerged from the cabin andBarney sent the machine up in the air again.

She resumed her journey and the man below was soonlost to view in a woods.

“Fer ther love av hiven, what do it all be manin’?” askedthe Celt.

“He was a stowaway, stealing my patent,” Frank replied.

“Troth, an’ it wuz a blackguard he made av himself, entoirely.”

“He didn’t gain anything by his rascality.”

“How hoigh up shall I be afther sindin’ the Pegasus?”

“One thousand feet will do.”

“It’s that same now.”

“Then drive her ahead!”

Barney complied, and by nightfall they reached the ocean.

A watch was maintained for the steamer Red Star allnight, and the engine of the clouds mounted higher toavoid a rain storm, and sped along on the course of Europeanbound vessels.

Several craft were seen during the night.

But none was the steamer they sought.

On the following morning Pomp cooked a dainty breakfastfor them and all hands went out on deck.

They were then over 500 miles from land.

Below them stretched an endless expanse of water, whileabove the sky was clear and blue.

Pomp had assumed control of the wheel, and the enginefloated half a mile above the sea.

She was making eighty miles an hour, and going with astrong breeze from the southwest.

The detective was an inveterate smoker, and having lit afragrant cigar, was puffing away at it.

“How far are we from the steamer?” he asked Frank.

“From three to four hundred miles,” the inventor replied.

“And how long will it take to gain that distance?”

“About ten hours.”

“Then you think we will meet the Red Star to-day?”

9“Very likely by six o’clock to-night.”

“She will be nearly half way across the ocean——”

“No, not more than quarter the distance.”

This news seemed to please the detective very much.

“We are bound to catch Martin Murdock before he reachesthe other side, it seems!” he remarked.

“Provided no accident occurs to prevent it. How strangethat poor little Joe Crosby’s body disappeared.”

“I have an opinion about that.”

“What is it?”

“Murdock was probably lurking near the spot where theboy fell, shot. When you took me into the house he probablyreturned, carried the corpse away and hid it in orderto conceal the evidence of his crime.”

“That’s a reasonable supposition, but how did you securethe warrant for the man’s arrest?”

“By swearing that I saw him murder the boy.”

“Did you witness the deed?”

“Yes, I stood only fifty feet away.”

“Then we will have no trouble to take him.”

Just then Barney came out and joined them.

He carried an old fiddle upon which he was used to playing,and struck up a lively reel.

Pomp had a banjo in the pilot-house.

Hearing the scraping of the violin he fastened the wheel,and picking up the instrument he began to play a rattlingaccompaniment to the Irishman’s tune.

“Be ther hokey this is foine!” chuckled Barney, witha grin.

“Bress de lamb!” roared Pomp, in the turret. “Sawaway dar, honey, saw away! I’se a-plunkin’, I is, an’ daram gwin fo’ ter be music in de air if dis yere coon knowsheself.”

“Bedad, it’s out av tune yez are entoirely!” cried the Celt.“G’way, chile! Dis ole pianner am all right. Yo’ bettahgo learn how ter scrape dat dar ole caliope befo’ yo’done try ter play tunes.”

“Watch me rattle ther spalpeen!” grinned Barney.

He suddenly changed the reel into a slow hymn, and nosooner did the coon change his accompaniment when theCelt switched off into a waltz.

Before Pomp could fairly get started into different keysand different tunes, off went Barney into still differenttunes.

It made Frank and Reynard laugh at the coon, and theyheard him swear, and twang and thump away wildly.

At times the air and accompaniment harmonized andwere timed alike, when suddenly Barney would flip fromfast to slow time, leaving the coon thumping away furiously.

Then when the darky played slowly off went the fiddle ata tremendous rate, leaving him far behind.

It finally got the moke so wild that he quit playing.

The day passed by uneventfully, and night fell.

Tom Reynard had learned how to manage the Pegasusand stood at the wheel, steering, about eight o’clock, whensuddenly he descried several twinkling lights ahead.

“Vessel ahead!” he shouted out the door.

“What do you make her out to be?” cried Frank, runningin.

“Holy smoke! how can I make out in this gloom?”

“I’ll direct the searchlight upon her.”

It was very dark down below, but through the gloomFrank plainly saw the twinkling lights on the moving vessel.

He turned the searchlight by means of a lever, so that itwas directed toward the vessel.

Then he switched on the electric current.

A broad shaft of light suddenly swept down upon thevessel, lighting her up as if by a big beam of sunlight.

It was a steamship.

A yell of surprise arose from her crew.

They were alarmed and amazed at the brilliant, dazzlingglow suddenly shooting down upon them from the sky, andthe most marvelous ideas of its origin entered their minds.

Frank leveled a glass at the craft.

“It is the Red Star!” he exclaimed. “I see the nameon her bow!”

“Hurrah!” yelled the detective, delightedly. “Now we’llget Murdock!” and down swooped the air engine towardthe speeding steamer.

“Steamer ahoy!” shouted Frank.

“Ahoy! What’s that?” was the reply.

“This? An airship.”

“By thunder, I thought it was a comet!”

“I wish to board you.”

“Shall we haul to?”

“No. Hold this ladder.”

Frank dropped a rope ladder down.

Two sailors seized it and held it rigid.

Barney had the wheel, and kept the Pegasus over thesteamer.

The detective and Frank descended the ladder to the deck.

Here they were met by the captain, the watch on deckand many of the cabin passengers.

“This is an amazing call,” said the captain.

“We are here on business, sir,” replied Frank.

10“That is very strange.”

“Not at all. We have come from Readestown.”

“What! Can it be possible! What for?”

“To make a prisoner of one of your passengers.”

“I am more and more astonished.”

“The man is a murderer!”

A murmur of surprise ran from lip to lip at this remark.When the captain recovered from the shock he asked:

“What is the man’s name?”

“Martin Murdock.”

“Whom did he murder?”

“His stepson, a boy named Joe Crosby.”

“Why was the crime committed?”

“So Murdock could inherit the boy’s fortune.”

“Purser, have we a man of that name aboard?”

“No, sir,” the purser replied, in positive tones.

“Perhaps he has taken a fictitious name,” hinted Reynard.

“True. He had ample reason to,” admitted the captain.“Try to describe him. We might recognize him that way.”

“He is forty, very dark, has a black mustache, and a vividV-shaped scar on his left cheek,” said the detective.

“Why, that’s Mr. Blank, who occupies stateroom No. 22.”

“Produce him and we will try to identify him.”

“Certainly, if you have a warrant for his arrest.”

“Here it is,” said the detective, exhibiting the paper.

The purser went off in search of Mr. Blank.

In ten minutes he returned empty handed.

The individual in question had vanished.

Every one now started off in search of him, and he wasfinally discovered hiding in one of the coal bunkers below.

He presented a very dirty and ruffled appearance whenthey hauled him up on deck, struggling and swearing furiously.

As soon as the detective saw him he cried:

“That’s the man!”

“Sure?” asked the captain.

“I’d swear to it, sir.”

“Take him—he ain’t wanted here.”

“Thank you, sir. Now, then, Murdock——”

The rascal recognized the officer and saw the handcuffsTom had drawn from his pocket.

He shuddered at the sight of them.

“Spare me!” he gasped.

“No, sir! You are my prisoner!”

“Don’t put those things on me!”

“Will you submit peacefully?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll do anything you order.”

“Climb up that ladder to the airship!” exclaimed the detective.

“Very well,” said Murdock, and up he went.

Frank and Reynard followed him, and the ship sped on.

Pomp received the prisoner.

“Wha’ yo’ gwine ter do wif him?” he asked Frank.

“Lock him up in the storeroom downstairs. He can’tvery well escape with Pegasus up in the clouds.”

“Fo’ shuah, sah!” assented the coon.

“Take him down, Pomp.”

“Yes sah!” and off the darky marched the prisoner.

“Our work is almost done now, Reynard.”

“I’m glad we succeeded so easily.”

“Hey, Barney!”

“Yis, sor!”

“Turn the Pegasus around and steer for home.”

“Bedad, it’s the great man-hunters we bees,” said theIrishman.

The airship mounted the clouds and retraced her course.

Every one was jubilant over their success.

They discussed the capture until bedtime, and finallyturned in.

Frank and Barney remained on duty.

About ten o’clock the inventor suddenly said:

“I’m going down to have a talk with the prisoner.”

“Faix, it’s bad company you’ll be kapin’, sor.”

“I wish to learn the facts about Joe Crosby.”

“Ther facts, is it?”

“Yes—what Murdock did with his victim’s body.”

“Shure, an’ he’ll not tell yer.”

“I’ll try him, anyhow.”

Frank passed down below as he said this and made hisway to the storeroom.

He found the door broken open.

Going in he saw that the prisoner was not there.

Very much startled Frank searched all over for the man,but soon discovered that he was not aboard the Pegasus.

A long drag-rope hung down from the side.

Its end almost trailed in the sea, as the engine of theclouds had been lowered to within a few hundred feetof the ocean to get her out of a dense cloud bank.

One of the four life-preservers was gone.

It was clear that Martin Murdock had broken from theroom, took a life-preserver, went up on deck unseen, loweredthe drag-rope and slid down to the sea.

It was, he calculated, safer to trust himself to the mercyof the ocean than remain aboard the Pegasus, be carriedback to Chicago and have to answer to a charge of murder.

11Seeing how matters stood, Frank returned to Barneyand explained what had happened.

“Be heavens, he’s as slippery as an eel!” groaned the Celt.

“Stop the engine and retrace your course!”

“Is it a sarch fer him yez would have me make?”

“By all means. Drop her down near the sea.”

“May the aould Nick floy away wid there spalpeen.”

“By an effective use of the searchlight we may find him.”

“You kape watch, Masther Frank.”

Barney lowered the engine and flashed the light downon the sea, the surface of which he swept with it.

Armed with a powerful glass Frank scanned the watereverywhere the light struck.

Although they searched and searched everywhere untilit was time to arouse the others to relieve them, they failedto find any trace of the missing man.

When Pomp and Reynard were aroused and told whattranspired, they were wild with vexation.

“Golly!” cried the coon, “I done lock him in de sto’room,sah, an’ nebber tink ob sich a ting as dot he gwine fo’ tergit out. Bress my soul, if I know dat he git away I’d aslep’befo’ de do’ wif one eye open de hull night.”

“We’ve had all our trouble in vain,” sighed the detective,dolefully. “Holy smoke! he’s a daisy!”

Just then Frank caught sight of a white object floatingin the water and he leveled the glass at it

“A life-preserver!” he muttered. “And bless me if itisn’t the very one Murdock stole from the storeroom. It’sgot the name Pegasus upon it. Lower the ship, Pomp!”

The darky obeyed.

She soon reached the surface of the sea.

Frank took a boat hook and hoisted up the life-preserver.

A hunt was made about the vicinity for the man, but theydid not find him.

It occurred to them that he was drowned.

A ship was descried in the distance just then.

“He may have been picked up by that vessel,” Franksuggested. “Let’s run up to her and see.”

The coon steered for the ship.

When they arrived within a short distance of her theysaw by the searchlight that she was plunging into a fogbank, and Frank viewed her with his glass.

He gave a violent start a moment later.

“The ship May Queen, of Liverpool,” he read on herstern, “and, by heavens, there’s Murdock standing on herdeck, surrounded by sailors watching us.”

“Good!” cried the detective. “Follow her, Pomp.”

“Yes, sah!” the coon replied.

He grasped the lever to increase the speed of the engine,when a report pealed from the deck of the boat, and a shotfrom her signal gun roared out.

It struck the forward tube of the rotascope frame, theresounded a crash as the upright broke, and the next momentthe helices all stopped, as the electric wire that gave currentto them was severed.

Down into the sea plunged the Pegasus.

A cry of alarm escaped her crew when they felt her falling,and the next moment the ship dissolved from view intothe thick fog bank.

Down rushed the Pegasus like a meteor.

She struck the sea with a violent thud.

A shower of brine flew up over her, and the next momentshe disappeared from view under the water.

The ship thus escaped, bearing Murdock away.

The Pegasus rose to the surface at once and floated likeany ship, but she had taken in considerable water and wasbadly crippled.

Frank heard a mocking laugh come from amid the fogin the voice of Martin Murdock, as the ship receded.

It filled the inventor with wrath.

“You may escape now!” he shouted, “but I’ll catch youif I have to chase you around the world, Martin Murdock!”

“Fool! You can never catch me!” came the reply.

The voice was so indistinct that Frank realized how uselessit would be to protract a conversation.

“Man the pump, Barney!” he cried.

“Yis, sor!” replied the Celt

“Pomp, help me to clear the wreckage.”

“Fo’ de Lawd! am de hull ting busted?”

“I think we may be able to repair it.”

They went up on the turret, and, assisted by Reynard,they took down the broken parts, while Barney was busypumping out the water the engine shipped.

It was impossible to do anything in the gloom.

As the vessel floated buoyantly, they put her water-screwin motion to give her steerageway, and started off.

She proceeded so slowly in the water, though, that theyhad no hope of overtaking the ship.

Besides, the fog was so dense they could not see it.

Finally Barney and Frank turned in.

The sea was calm enough and the wind moderate, sothey passed a quiet night and met with no accidents.

On the following morning they set to work to repair the12damage, and were kept busy all day and far into the succeedingnight.

As there were plenty tools and materials on board, theyfinally succeeded in repairing the damage.

The work was so well done that it would have been verydifficult to tell that the machine was broken.

“We can ascend now,” said Frank. “But whether wewill overtake that ship or not is an open question.”

“She was heading eastward, wasn’t she?” questioned Reynard.

“Very likely bound for Liverpool, as she came fromthere.”

“What could have induced her crew to shoot at us?”

“Murdock probably incited them to do it.”

“Be ther hokey, he’s a vilyun!” growled Barney.

“Send her up,” said Frank.

Pulling the helix lever the Celt caused them to revolve,and the engine rose from the sea, dripping water, andmounted up in the air.

Frank carefully watched the spinning wheels.

He could not see any defect in their action, and soon feltconfident that they would continue to operate properly.

Up, up the Pegasus soared like a bird on the wing untilshe reached the lowest strata of clouds.

When she plunged into them the sea was obscured.

She rose above them presently and paused.

Here a glorious scene was observed.

The silvery moonlight streamed down unobstructed uponthe sea of clouds beneath the airship.

They had a billowy appearance, their constant movementlending them a strange aspect as the lights and shadowschanged from moment to moment.

A soft, dark, velvety gloom filled the vault of Heaven,which was only broken by the vivid points of light emanatingfrom the stars that studded the firmament.

It was a silent region.

The air was very rare and exhilarating.

Having stopped the ascent, Barney started the huge drivingwheels revolving, and drove the Pegasus ahead.

She looked like silver as the moonlight slanted upon herwhite metal hull, and to any one on the ocean must havepresented a strange, ghostly look with her electric lampsglowing and her searchlight blazing out far ahead.

All night long she swept along through the dizzy height,and in the morning her dazzling lights went out.

Not a sail was in view below.

Frank was discouraged.

He thought they would overtake the May Queen.

“You ought not feel down-hearted over it,” said the detective,consolingly, although he felt disgusted himself.“She may have changed her course so that we might havepassed her.”

“Suppose we head for Liverpool. We can find out allabout her there and wait for her to come in.”

“That’s a very sensible plan.”

A rattling sound overhead reached Frank’s car at thismoment, and he glanced up at the big stern helix.

A bolt at the top of the post had worked itself loose.

In a few moments it might fly off and injure the wheel.

He hastened below, procured a long-handled wrench andwent up the frame to tighten the bolt.

Getting on top of the upper longitudinal girder he reachedover the revolving helix and began to tighten the bolt withthe long-handled wrench alluded to.

Scarcely had this been done when the rim of the helixcaught his jacket as he carelessly leaned too close to it.

The wheel was making rapid revolutions with enormouspower, and the next moment tore Frank from his foothold.

Held by the jacket he was whirled around and aroundfuriously by the big wheel.

A cry of consternation escaped him.

At any moment he was liable to be hurled off into space.

His cry was taken up by the rest when they saw the perilof his position.

If the helices were stopped to let him down the entireship would fall like a stone into the sea.

Frank grasped the braces to sustain himself.

He was getting frightfully dizzy from the swift gyrations.

The Pegasus was then floating at a height of 3,000 feet.

As soon as Barney observed what happened he immediatelyslackened the speed of the helices.

The flying machine began to descend swiftly.

Slower and slower whirled the wheels, until the engineof the clouds was falling at the rate of 500 feet a minute.

Frank’s brain was in a whirl.

It seemed every instant as if he would lose his senses.

Such a thing would be fatal.

Although the wheel was going much slower, its velocitywas yet simply frightful.

It made the inventor sick at his stomach and sent theblood flying through his veins like fire.

His sight failed him and a roaring noise sounded in hisears, his body became cold and numb, and he could scarcelybreathe.

Suddenly his fingers relaxed.

He was hurled far out from the wheel.

His body shot through the air like a cannon ball.

In a moment more he struck the water and sank.

13Fortunately he was close to the water, and the suddenshock of sinking revived his faculties again.

He sank, and then rose to the surface.

At first he only knew enough to swim, but as his sensesgradually returned he finally realized his surroundings.

Glancing around he saw the Pegasus.

She had settled into the water close by, and the screwhaving been put in motion she glided toward him.

Pomp flung him a rope.

“Cotch dat!” he cried.

“Heave away!” cheerily answered Frank.

“Am yo’ orright, honey?”

“Yes. Only a little dizzy.”

In a moment more he was on the deck.

His coat was torn where the rim of the helix caught it,and he was drenched, but that was all.

While his friends raised the engine in the air he wentinside again, put on dry clothing, and took a drink ofbrandy.

The Pegasus reached the coast of Ireland and went overto Liverpool where she alighted on the suburbs.

Her descent drew a large crowd of people to the spot,but they finally landed her in a private garden at the offerof the owner, where she was kept secluded.

Frank then went to the city.

Here, by dint of inquiry, he learned that the May Queenwas coming into the harbor at that moment.

Delighted to hear this, Frank hired a tug and went outto meet the ship.

Going aboard of her he asked the captain, sternly:

“Where’s the man you picked up at sea?”

“Martin Murdock? We met a French steamer and heleft us to go aboard of her. She was bound for Havre.”

“Foiled again!” cried Frank, in disgust.

“What did you want of him?”

“He is a murderer.”

“Good Lord! Is that so?”

“Why did you fire at the airship?”

“It frightened us. We did not know what it was untiltoo late. Then we were so scared we fled.”

“Did Murdock pay you for your help?”

“Yes, very handsomely, too; but had we known that hewas a fugitive from the law we would have imprisoned him.”

Frank then returned to the tug.

The boat was sent flying back to the city.

Here he made haste to get back to the Pegasus.

Telling his friends what happened, he added:

“Up in the air with her! We must go to Havre afterhim. Quick, boys, quick!”

The airship soared up to the clouds and sped away overGreat Britain toward the English Channel.

A tremendous shout arose from the populace who hadseen her ascent, and hearing the shouting, Frank thought itwas a token of their approval of the engine’s work.

He strode to the rail and doffed his cap.

Again the shout pealed out.

Frank looked perplexed.

It did not sound like a cheer.

Then he heard a faint cry below.

“Help! Help!” was the scream.

It sounded like the voice of a boy, and the inventor glanceddown, when, to his amazement, he observed a lad of aboutfifteen hanging to the drag rope by his hands.

He had been among the spectators.

As the rope swept by he thought it would be great fun toseize it and let the airship lift him up a short distance, whenhe calculated to let go and drop to the ground again.

Unfortunately the aerostat lifted him up so high beforehe could carry out the latter part of his resolve, that hefound he would very likely kill himself if he relaxed his gripon the rope.

Frank realized at a glance what had occurred.

“Hello, there!” he shouted down at the youngster.

“Save me!” screamed the boy, in terrified tones.

“Don’t let go!”

“I can’t hold on long. My strength is going!”

“Heavens!” muttered Frank, in startled tones.

He knew that only the quickest kind of work would preventthe little fellow from perishing.

It was his peril that caused the crowd to shout.

“Help, Barney!” he shouted.

Glancing at the end of the drag rope he saw that it wassecurely fastened to a ring bolt in the deck.

Without losing another moment he grasped the rope,swung himself off the deck and rapidly slid down to the boy.

“Hurry—hurry!” the little fellow was groaning.

“Hang on a moment more!” shouted Frank.

Along he slid, so fast that the rope burned the palms ofhis hands, until he reached the youngster.

Then he reached down and seized him by the collar.

No sooner had he done so when the poor boy’s strengthsuddenly gave out and he let go the rope.

His hands fell to his side.

Frank bore all his weight with one hand, for with theother he was obliged to sustain himself.

14He was very powerful.

Still the strain on his muscles was immense.

Barney had heard his cry, and rushing to the side helooked over and saw how the situation stood.

“Brace up!” cried Frank.

“Oh I’m so dizzy!” groaned the frightened boy.

“You’ll get over it in a moment.”

“I’ll fall—I know I shall!”

“No, you won’t. I’ve got you fast.”

The boy groaned, for he was in a panic.

The strain on Frank’s arm began to tell on him, for therope was swaying, like the pendulum of a clock, in the wind.

He was so accustomed to great heights that it did notaffect him in the least.

But the inexperienced boy felt awful.

“Masther Frank!” yelled Barney. “What’ll I do.”

“Lower the engine as fast as you can!”

Barney rushed to the turret to comply, and a momentlater they were flying earthward at an alarming rate.

The boy cried and gasped for breath, and Frank tightenedhis fingers on his collar and clung to the rope.

Their combined weight at such a great distance from thedeck of the Pegasus was so great that it would have beena difficult task for Reynard, Barney and Pomp to haulthem up.

Down they shot toward the woods.

It was clear that they would plunge into it.

“Look out now!” shouted Frank, in warning tones.

“I have me oye on the threes!” returned Barney.

“We must leave him here.”

“In a three?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll grade her.”

In a minute more they reached the topmost branches.

Frank watched for a favorable opportunity.

“Can you get home from here?” he asked the boy.

“Yes—yes—anywhere!” panted the little fellow.

“I’ll have to leave you in a tree.”

“I can get to the ground.”

“Here’s the one.”

The Pegasus had drifted to a tall tree with thick upperbranches against which they struck.

As the boy grasped a branch Frank let him go.

He clung safely to the branch a moment, and then quicklymade his way down to the ground.

Ultimately he got home in safety.

Frank sighed with relief and straightened up.

Winding the rope around one leg he rested himself andthen went up, hand over hand, until he reached the deck.

Here his three companions met him with:

“How in thunder did it happen?”

“Whar de kid come from, honey?”

“Be heavens, it wor dead I thought yez was.”

In a few words Frank detailed the circumstance and theyreturned to the pilot-house.

Here Reynard resumed the management of the wheel.

The engine returned to the clouds and they finally reachedthe English channel and crossed over to Havre.

Here a descent was made.

Then a thought flashed across Frank’s mind that broughta cry of bitter disappointment from his lips.

“Why, what’s the trouble?” asked Reynard, in surprise.

“In my haste I forgot to ask the captain of the ship thename of the steamer Murdock went on.”

“Holy smoke! That’s a daisy mistake!”

“Now we’ll have trouble, I’m afraid.”

“Very likely. All that will save us will be inquires.”

They brought the engine to the ground in the country.

It was long after midnight.

Nothing could then be done, so they turned in.

On the following morning Frank proceeded to the city.

He was a good linguist and made inquiries at the CustomHouse about the incoming steamers.

Three were expected that day, he learned, and none hadcome in the day previous.

It was therefore very fair to presume that the fugitivewas on one of the several that were expected.

His next move was to apprise the prefect of police thatthere was an American murderer on board of one of thevessels expected, and ask his aid to secure the man.

The request was granted.

Officers armed with warrants and a description of theman were posted to wait for Murdock, with Frank.

The entire day thus passed away.

In the morning one of the vessels came in and in theafternoon another, but Murdock was not on either of them.

It was late in the night when the third ship made theport, and feeling sure that his man was aboard, Frank andthe officers went out and boarded her.

A search was made among the passengers, but he wasnot found among them.

Frank then spoke to the captain, asking him:

“Did you take a man from a ship off the British coast?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the captain. “He was an American.”

“Where is he now?”

“Left the vessel.”

“What!”

“Yes. He paid to be set ashore at Cherbourg.”

15“Did he say where he was going?”

“Not a word.”

Frank returned to his friends and told them the news.

It was very exasperating, but the detective said:

“Let’s cross the bay of the Seine and inquire about him.We may get on his trail yet.”

This plan was carried out.

In a short time afterwards the aerostat landed near thecity, and Frank left her again.

He soon came hastening back, his face aglow with pleasure,and cried, as he got aboard:

“I’ve discovered what became of him!”

“Where is he?” eagerly asked the detective.

“On the rail. He purchased a compartment on a trainwhich will carry him to Marseilles, in the south of France.”

“Good! Has he been gone long?”

“Five hours ahead of us.”

“It would be hard to tell which train it is if we met it.”

“Very true; but I know when it is due at its destinationto-morrow, and we have only to go ahead, and as we caneasily pass him we will get there ahead of the cars. Whenthe train arrives we’ll be waiting for him.”

“He may trick us again.”

“Perhaps, but he don’t know we are after him, and thereforewill not look for us,” said Frank.

The Pegasus started off again.

The engine of the clouds reached Marseilles five hoursahead of the train on which Martin Murdock was riding.

Frank knew what time the cars were due.

In Cherbourg he had met a Custom House inspector whosaw the man land from the steamer, and purchase his railroadticket for the south of France.

The Pegasus was landed late in the afternoon, and theyoung inventor went to the railroad depot.

When the train came in he saw Murdock alight.

Coming up behind the man and clapping a hand on hisshoulder, Frank exclaimed:

“Martin Murdock, you are my prisoner!”

“Blast it, the inventor!” gasped the man, in startledtones.

He turned around, glared at Frank a moment and thenclapped his hand to his hip-pocket to draw a revolver.

The inventor was as quick as he was.

In a moment they were aiming at each other.

A shout of alarm escaped the people around, and theyscattered in all directions, fearful of being shot.

A deep silence ensued.

Then Frank said:

“You must submit!”

“Never!” determinedly replied Murdock.

“I am bound to take you.”

“Not while I can resist, sir.”

Without the least warning Murdock fired.

The bullet grazed Frank’s head and he staggered.

Murdock dashed out into the street and ran away.

Recovering himself, Frank rushed after him, but the villainjumped into a carriage and was whirled away.

The vehicle went toward the water front.

Frank ran along after it, holding a handkerchief to hishead where a wound had been inflicted.

The carriage soon distanced him.

He afterwards met it coming back and hailed the driver.

“Does monsieur wish to ride?”

“Yes. Here’s a five-dollar piece.”

“Monsieur is very generous.”

“You can have it if you carry me to where you just tookthe man.”

“Certainly. Step into the carriage.”

Frank did so, and was whirled away.

The driver took him to a pier.

Here he paused, and as Frank alighted, he said:

“Monsieur, here is where I carried my last fare.”

“Where did he go?”

“He boarded a North German Lloyd steamer which wasjust getting ready to put out to sea, bound for Alexandria.”

“Gone?”

“Yes.”

Frank was fairly stunned.

It was marvelous how the fugitive escaped him.

He was certainly the slipperiest customer Frank ever met.

It seemed as if he were pursued by the most extraordinarygood luck in all his ventures to escape.

Telling the driver to take him back to where he had leftthe Pegasus, the inventor asked if he knew the name of thesteamer, and the cabman replied:

“It was the Khedive.”

He then drove Frank away.

Rejoining his companions, Frank told them the news.

It made them wild.

But the detective said, consolingly:

16“If he’s on that steamer we’ll soon overtake him. Hecan’t dodge us there as he could on land.”

“True,” assented Frank. “Let us follow him.”

He was just about to go aboard when a number of gendarmescame running up to him.

Frank was surrounded.

“You are my prisoner, sir!” said one of them.

“What do you mean by that?” asked Frank, in surprise.

“You were dueling with a man at the railroad depot.”

“No, no! He was a criminal whom I strove to capture.”

“I care not what he was; you are under arrest.”

Frank was intensely annoyed.

But it could not be helped.

So he had to submit.

He tried to explain to the prefect, but that dignitarywas a very crabbed old martinet, and locked him up.

Frank was kept in durance vile for several days, and hisfriends had to produce proof by telegraph from Havre thatthe chief of police there sanctioned Frank’s work.

The inventor was then reluctantly released from custody.

His friends bore him off in triumph.

They lost no time getting aboard the Pegasus and sendingher up into the air after that.

As she sped away over the beautiful blue sea Frank said:

“It seems as if fate were against us. We have lost threedays. It will be impossible to reach Alexandria, in time tobeat the steamer. I’m afraid Murdock has got the best ofus.”

“Holy smoke! you ought to be glad you got out!” saidthe detective. “I was afraid you’d go to prison. Don’t complain.We must make the best of the bad situation.”

“Begorra,” said Barney, “it’s a long chase he do be afthergivin’ us, an’ me a-thinkin’ that we’d only have ter catchther spalpeen on ther say whin he tuck ther forst shtaimer.”

“Gwine ter run us all de way roun’ de worl’!” growledPomp, angrily. “Spec we won’t cotch him eben den.”

They were all provoked, surprised and nettled over thepersistence with which the rascal eluded them.

Several days passed by.

The Pegasus crossed Italy and Turkey, and going overthe Mediterranean in the night the Pharos was sighted.

The flying machine sank down over the ships in the harbor,and the searchlight flashed down upon them.

All the crews were frightened.

Frank carefully examined every one of the ships untilhe found the one he wanted.

It was the Khedive.

Over her the airship paused.

Down she sank until she was close beside the steamer.

Barney did not let her sink into the water, but held herso that the two decks were flush with each other.

All the watch on the German steamer’s deck had seen theairship come down.

They now crowded to the side, and, staring at her inamazement, they began asking questions about her.

Frank satisfied their curiosity, and then asked them:

“When did your ship come in?”

“Yesterday,” was the reply of the mate.

“Did you have a passenger named Murdock from Marseilles?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“We wish to see him on business.”

“Describe the man.”

Frank did so.

When he finished the mate said:

“We did have such a man aboard.”

“Boarded you without baggage just as you left port?”

“Yes, that’s the man, but he has gone, of course.”

“Do you know where?”

“To Jerusalem, in a boat for Jaffa.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, for our captain went with him.”

Frank questioned the mate at some length further, andhaving thanked him for his information, he saw that alarge number of boats were approaching.

The crews were curious about the strange airship.

Foreseeing that he would be pestered by them, Frankwent into the pilot-house and raised the engine 500 feet.

She then sped away.

“We know where the villain has gone, at any rate,” saidFrank, grimly. “By to-morrow we will reach the Dead Seain Palestine, and meet the beggar in the Holy Land.”

“He probably imagines he has escaped us now,” said thedetective, “although he must know that we mean to doghim if we have to go all around the world to catch him.”

Barney and Pomp turned in.

The engine glided smoothly along, and reaching the landshe headed for the Jordan River.

By daybreak she reached Jerusalem.

Hovering over the ancient city she excited the wonder ofthe entire population who rushed from the houses.

They were a strange mixture of Turks, Arabs and Egyptiansand looked upon the Pegasus as something supernatural.

The airship sank down until she hovered over the housetops, and Frank went out on deck.

In a square below he observed several white men dressed17like himself, and among them a stout German in the blueuniform and brass buttons of a ship captain.

As soon as Frank’s glance rested upon this man he cameto the conclusion that he was the captain of the Khedive.

To assure himself, he shouted, in German:

“Hey, captain, we have just come from your steamer atAlexandria!”

“You don’t say so!” replied the other, in surprise.

Then he began asking the usual questions about the Pegasus,her object and so forth.

“The man we want is with you!” said the inventor.

“Oh, no,” replied the captain. “He was with me.”

“And where is he now?”

“Left him last night with a caravan bound for Bagdad.”

“Thwarted again, by thunder!” cried Frank, in disgust.

It was broiling hot when the engine of the clouds flewover the Syrian Desert toward the Dehanah Mountains.

There was scarcely a breath of air stirring, there came adreadful glare from the sand, and a deep silence prevailed.

Pomp sent the machine high in the sky to avoid thesmothering heat radiated by the ground.

The rest were at breakfast.

Far in the distance stood an oasis in the desert.

It consisted of a few rocks around a wady, or reservoir ofspring water, several gaunt palms, a little grass, and asmall number of dark green bushes.

The caravans of mules and camels usually march atnight to avoid the heat, and rest by day in these oases, ifany are found.

Pomp knew this.

He therefore concluded that the caravan they sought formight be there, and steered the Pegasus toward it.

As the machine drew nearer to it he caught sight of severalwhite tents pitched among the trees.

There now remained no doubt in his mind about the placebeing an encampment of the natives.

Indeed, a few moments afterwards he discerned the figuresof several camels lying on the ground in the shade.

There was a speaking-tube in the room, and Pomp graspedit and shouted in the mouthpiece:

“All han’s on deck!”

“What’s the matter?” Frank answered.

“Dar am a camp ahead ob us.”

That was enough for the inventor. He came runningout, followed by the others, and went up forward.

He quickly saw the oasis and its occupants.

“Very likely the very caravan we are in search of,” hetold his friends. “Pomp, lower the Pegasus.”

“In de oasis?”

“Yes. We’ll take them by surprise.”

The engine settled down, but before she could reach theground the cries of the camels brought the natives fromtheir huts, and they saw the airship.

A scene of excitement ensued.

The wildest cries escaped the natives, and they prostratedthemselves upon the ground, touching the earth with theirforeheads.

All of them looked like Arabs.

There were seven in the party, and every one men.

Frightened by the air engine, the camels got upon theirfeet and plunged about the oasis in the wildest manner.

Frank keenly eyed the Arabs.

“All natives,” he commented.

“Mayn’t Murdock be in a tint?” asked Barney.

“I doubt it, but I’ll see.”

“Can you speak to them?” asked Reynard.

“Not in their tongue.”

Just then the airship alighted on four flanges and stoodon the ground perfectly rigid near the Arabs.

Frank alighted with Reynard.

Going over to the three tents he peered in.

They were all empty.

“He isn’t here!” he exclaimed.

“Perhaps he is in another caravan,” suggested the detective.

“More than likely, for he isn’t in the oasis or we’d seehim.”

“Let’s go ahead, then. These poor wretches are badlyscared.”

“Very well,” assented Frank, and they returned aboard.

The Pegasus was sent skyward.

When she had risen the seven men arose.

One of them burst out laughing and muttered:

“What a narrow escape! But they failed to penetrate mydisguise.”

He was Murdock!

For safety against the natives he had put on this disguisewhen he started to cross the desert with his six paid servants.

It now stood him in good stead.

Ignorant of the deception that had been practiced uponthem the crew of the air engine arose to a height of 430 feetand the coon sent the machine ahead.

Frank watched the people in the oasis with a glass, andas they vanished astern in the distance he said:

18“I was almost sure Murdock was among them. However,we must look further. It was disappointing.”

“Gwine straight ahead ter Bagdad?” asked Pomp.

“Yes. We can run across him long before he reachesthere. The caravans travel very slowly, going at a walk,while we can get along at the rate of a mile a minute.”

Barney was now posted on watch.

The rest of the journey was finished by the afternoon,but not another caravan was seen.

Every one was surprised at this.

It began to dawn upon Frank’s mind that an error hadbeen made somewhere.

“Could it be possible that the captain of the steamersent us on a wild goose chase?” he asked the Irishman.

“Bedad, it looks as if we’d been fooled!” replied Barney.

“It would have been impossible for any caravan to havereached this place ahead of us.”

“Yer roight there, sor. Now, them spalpeens in theoasis——”

“Are you suspicious about them?”

“Faith, it shtruck me as Murdock might be wid ‘em.”

“How could he have escaped detection?”

“Be makin’ himself luck loike ther resht av ther gang.”

“Sure enough.”

“Did you see anny av their mugs?”

“No, for they kept their faces to the ground.”

“Begorra, that’s where yer mishtake waz.”

Frank began to agree with this idea.

He had been careless by trusting too much to outwardappearances, and now deeply regretted it.

“I’m going back to meet that caravan!” said he, finally.

“Moight jest as well wait here, as they’re bound ter comealong.”

“Very well. There’s a good place to wait.”

He pointed out a rocky gorge, and the engine descended.

All travelers to Bagdad had to pass through it.

They remained there until the following day, when thecoon descried some camels approaching.

In an hour the caravan reached them, and our friends sawthat they were the very men they wanted.

But there were only four in the party.

Each man rode a camel.

As they drew near the airship Frank and his friends,armed with rifles, confronted them.

“Halt!” cried the inventor.

The Arabs gave a shout of fear.

At one glance they recognized the adventurers.

Instantly the camels were stopped and one of them yelled:

“No shoot—no shoot!”

“The rascal speaks English!” exclaimed Frank.

“Me not got money!” continued the Arab.

“He takes us for bandits!” laughed the inventor.

“Take camel; no kill us!” continued the native.

“Dismount!”

“Yes! yes!” cried the man, as he and his friends obeyed.

“Where are your friends?”

“Free—gone.”

“The white man?”

“Yes, he gone.”

Here was an acknowledgment that there was a white manamong them, as Barney had surmised.

Frank was quick to notice it.

He therefore asked:

“Why did the white man dress like you?”

“‘Fraid of de Bedouins.”

“Do you know his name?”

“Mr. Martin, he say.”

“Martin, eh? He had a cut face, didn’t he?”

“One mark on de cheek dis shape,” said the Arab, stretchingopen his first and second finger in a V-shape.

“That’s the man. Where has he gone?”

“To Samara, on de Euphrates water near de ruins ofBabylon.”

“Who did he have with him?”

“Two of de mens. He ‘fraid to come to Bagdad.”

“How came you to be with him?”

“He pay. Me interpreter an’ guide to Jerusalem.”

“Ah—I see. Now, where does he intend to go?”

“Down de river to de Persian gulf.”

“If you are lying to me I will come back and kill you!”

“No, no! Me tell trufe!”

The man was so frightened that he really spoke the truth.

Frank then allowed them to pass, and going aboard thePegasus with his friends they started her up.

They now had evidence enough of the cunning of theman they were chasing, for he gave them the slip at everyturn.

“He seems to anticipate every move we make,” saidFrank, in thoughtful tones. “Now he will make better timeon the water. As we don’t know what boat he is in, andthere may be scores of them on the river, it will be likehunting for a needle in a haystack to find him.”

The Pegasus ran to the southward.

She finally reached the big river.

There they lowered her to within a short distance of thesurface of the water, and caused her to follow the courseof the stream toward the gulf.

19She sped along, and a keen lookout was maintained forboats going down the stream.

Toward midnight a vessel was seen in advance, and thePegasus bore down upon it.

As the airship drew near the boat, a number of Persianswere seen swarming over her deck.

The Pegasus had created a profound sensation amongthem for they were wildly gesticulating, loudly talking, andall at once began to discharge a number of rifles at her.

A hail of bullets struck her.

As the leaden pellets hummed over her deck Frank andhis companions rushed inside and closed the windows.

They headed their boats for the city of Bassorah, a shortdistance down the stream, and kept up a steady fire at thePegasus as they retreated before her.

The discharge of firearms alarmed the people in the city,and in a few moments the bank of the river was throngedwith armed men.

Many of them embarked in boats and put out to join theone after which the Pegasus was going.

Seeing that there would be serious trouble if the engineremained where she was, Frank raised her.

A tremendous shout arose from the Persians when theysaw her fly up into the air.

Many of them hastened back to the shore.

“We can’t do anything here!” exclaimed Frank.

“Howly floy!” roared Barney. “Is it roonin’ away yezare? Be heavens, it’s as foine a ruction as iver I see yerchaitin’ me out of, d’yer moind!”

“There’s no sense in fighting without an object in it.”

“Faix, is it no object ter break their heads av thimfellies?”

“Do you think our man was on that boat?” asked Reynard.

“No. If he had been we would have seen him.”

“Golly, what a sensation dis yere airship make wif demyaller face niggahs!” chuckled Pomp.

Having risen to an altitude of five hundred feet, theengine plunged into a bank of fleecy white clouds, and thescene below vanished from view.

Frank kept the Pegasus aloft until they had passed thecity, and then sent her down again.

She ran down to the gulf without meeting another boat,but out on the broad sheet of water they descried a numberof ships and steamers going in different directions.

Frank viewed them with a telescope.

As his glance roved over the water he suddenly caughtsight of a moving figure.

Riveting his attention intently upon it he suddenly cried:

“By thunder, there’s a man in the water!”

“Whar?” gasped Pomp, in startled tones.

“Astern of that steamer to the southeast.”

“Surah ‘nough! It am a man!”

“Barney, steer for that steamer!”

“I will that!” and off went the engine on another tack.

When she drew close to the man she paused, and theysaw that he was almost naked and clung to a broken plank.

Down settled the Pegasus, and when she drew near thesurface of the water Frank shouted:

“Ahoy there!”

“A voice!” cried the man in the water, joyfully.

“Catch this rope and come aboard!”

“Thank God, I’m saved!”

Frank dropped a rope ladder down.

As it fell near the man he grasped it eagerly and beganto ascend to the deck of the engine of the clouds.

He was assisted aboard by the young inventor.

The man was evidently an American.

He wore only a pair of pants.

He had a smooth face, brown hair, sunburned skin, andwas evidently about forty years of age.

“Lord, ain’t I glad!” he cried, delightedly.

“How did you get into the water?” asked Frank.

“A man flung me overboard from my ship.”

“An attempted murder, eh?”

“That’s just about the size of it, sir. But say, what isthis?”

Frank explained about the Pegasus.

Then he said, questioningly:

“What vessel are you from?”

“That steamer ahead, there—the Rover.”

“You haven’t been long in the water, then?”

“Oh, no. Only half an hour.”

“Why did the man try to kill you?”

“I’ll explain. My ship is a San Francisco trader. Herlast stop was in the Euphrates. She was homeward boundto-night when a native boat came up behind her. I stoodon deck, aft. The first thing I knew a fellow, looking likean Arab, came up a rope at the stern, from the Persianboat. He gave me a thump that knocked me senseless.When I revived I saw that the man was a white man indisguise. He had on my clothes.”

“Ha! Did he look like this?” interposed Frank, quickly,and he gave the sailor a description of Murdock.

“Yes, that’s a life-like picture of him!” said the man.

20“Well, before I could say a word to him he flung me overboard.The native boat had vanished. By good luck Ihad my senses and swam. A piece of plank was driftingnear me and I seized it. The steamer went on. I yelledfor help, but no one seemed to hear me. I was left to myfate until you just found me.”

“So Martin Murdock is on that steamer, eh? Well, by allthat’s wonderful this is a good piece of news! I never expectedto find him so easily.”

“You seem to know the man.”

“Listen and I’ll tell you his history.”

Frank related all that had transpired.

It surprised the sailor.

When the inventor finished, he said:

“Ain’t it queer that you should find me and get on histrack again?”

“Very,” assented Frank. “Now, I’ve got a plan topropose to you.”

“What is it?” queried the sailor, curiously.

“I’ll put you back aboard the Rover. You can tell yourcaptain what happened. They will arrest the man. Thenwe will take charge of him. Will you do it?”

“Gladly. I want to get even with him, badly.”

“All right. Say, Barney, overhaul the steamer.”

All the rest had overheard the sailor’s story, and theCelt steered the engine after the steamer.

“I want to tell you something,” said the rescued man, asthey flew along in pursuit of the distant vessel.

“What is it?”

“The captain and crew of the Rover are a bad set.”

“How do you mean?”

“If that fellow has got plenty money and offers to bribethem to protect him, they will do so.”

“That’s bad! Why do you think he attacked you?”

“Probably to get my clothes for a disguise. But he willfind it won’t work, as he can’t palm himself off for me. Besides,I must admit that I gave him a little fight before hegot the best of me, and his murderous attempt to take mylife might have come from a fit of revenge.”

“That’s more than likely it, as he is very spiteful.”

The engine was flying along swiftly and soon came upwith the big steamer.

Frank left the rope ladder hanging down, and as the Pegasuspaused above the steamer the sailor went down andlanded on the vessel’s deck.

The watch had seen the airship, and their shouts arousedthe people down below.

Every one was on deck when the sailor came down fromthe Pegasus and instantly surrounded him.

As soon as they heard his story several of them ran off insearch of Martin Murdock.

When they found him he was in company with the captain.

“Stand back, there!” the skipper cried to them.

“But——”

“Silence. See here!”

“Money!”

“Yes—one hundred dollars for every man who stands byhim.”

“That settles it. He remains unharmed, sir.”

“You bet he will! Tell the rest of the crew.”

The men hastened away to comply.

In a few minutes all the crew were apprised of the news,and the man Frank saved felt disgusted over the result.

Matters had terminated just as he feared, but he couldnot do anything, unaided, to help the aeronauts.

Murdock was exultant.

He discreetly remained below out of Frank’s sight.

The young inventor became impatient when he foundthat nothing was done to produce the rascal.

“Ahoy!” he shouted down.

“What do you want?” yelled the captain.

“The man we sent for.”

“You can’t have him!”

“What! Are you befriending him?”

“Aye, aye! with our blood, if necessary!”

This answer startled Frank, for it gave him plainly tounderstand that Murdock had won the friendship of theship’s company.

“We will blow your craft to pieces with bombs!” heshouted, angrily. “You will repent of your folly, captain.”

“Bosh! We are armed and do not fear you!”

Frank withdrew from the rail and started for the deck-house.

He had scarcely reached the door, however, when theresounded a report like a pistol shot down in the hold.

The next moment the helices began to slacken speed andthe Pegasus plunged down toward the water.

It was evident that some serious accident had happened.

By the time the Pegasus dropped into the Persian Gulfthe helices had stopped revolving and the lights went out.

The report Frank heard in the hold clearly indicated thatsome accident happened that paralyzed all the mechanism.

He rushed into the deck-house and hastened down below.

21The engine of the clouds floated buoyantly, but thesteamer ran away from her rapidly.

The Rover was making fifteen knots an hour, and hercrew gave a yell of delight when they realized that someaccident had befallen the airship.

Now they expected to run away from the aerostat, andcarry Martin Murdock to San Francisco without molestation.

That would be an easy way to earn the money he offeredthem to protect him.

In a few minutes the steamer was far away.

Frank lit a match in the hold and soon found that thedynamo wheel had burst.

Its fragments littered the floor.

All the power of the Pegasus was paralyzed.

She could not move until the wheel was repaired, and asFrank saw that it would occupy considerable time to do thework he foresaw the escape of the trading steamer.

It was then nine o’clock at night.

Tom Reynard came running in.

“Holy smoke! what a daisy accident!” he cried.

“They will escape us now,” said Frank, regretfully.

“Never saw the beat of the way Murdock slips awayfrom us.”

“It can’t be helped. The best thing we can do is to getto work and repair the damage at once. The sooner we fixthe wheel the quicker we can pursue the steamer.”

Barney and Pomp were called down.

They worked like beavers all night long, and it was longafter daybreak before they had the wheel replaced by anew one, and the machinery put in order.

Pomp prepared breakfast, after partaking of which theytook turns at sleeping.

Frank stood first watch.

He raised the Pegasus in the air.

The new dynamo wheel acted stiffly at first, but finallygot into good working order and the engine traveled properlyagain.

Keeping a constant lookout for the steamer, the younginventor ran the engine down to the Arabian Sea.

Barney relieved him of the wheel.

The Pegasus was headed for Ceylon.

Night fell upon the sea.

Nothing had been seen of the Rover yet.

Frank made a calculation after supper while in the cabin,and turning to the detective he said:

“We ought to sight the steamer by this time.”

“Do you think so?”

“According to the distance she traveled and that whichwe have made, she must be somewhere in this vicinity, offthe coast of India.”

“Knowing that we are in pursuit of her the crew willvery likely to keep her concealed from us.”

“Just what I expect.”

“Then we might pass her.”

“I’m afraid of that.”

“To lose her would be a serious matter.”

“Murdock might take to the shore. In that case wemight never find him. I’m going ahead very slowly.”

“Why are you keeping the Pegasus so close to the sea?”

“To avoid the possibility of missing the steamer if she’son the water.”

Frank arose and went out on deck.

It was a clear, moonlit night, and every object below wasplainly visible for a long way off.

Barney and Pomp were on duty.

At a short distance rose the coast of India.

Close under the lee Frank suddenly saw a dark, movingobject and riveting his attention upon it intently he shouted:

“Barney, stop the Pegasus!”

“Yis, sor,” replied the Celt, obeying.

“I see a vessel without any lights.”

“Faith, an’ that’s more than I do.”

“Look close to the shore, there.”

A momentary silence followed.

Then the Irishman saw the vessel.

He turned the airship toward it and as they drew closerhe suddenly directed the searchlight upon the craft.

A cry of delight now escaped Frank, for he recognizedthe steamer to be the Rover.

“That’s her!” he cried.

“Shure, they’ve hauled to.”

“Ain’t they lowering a boat, Barney?”

“They are that, an’ rowin’ fer shore. Be ther powers,there’s a man in ther boat wid thim sailors dhressed incitizen’s clothes, who, I’ll take me oat’, must be MartinMurdock!”

“Can they be carrying him ashore to escape us in thejungles? It looks like it.”

The quarter boat reached the shore.

Passing through the surf, she was beached.

The man alluded to sprang out and ran up on the sand,while the sailors got their boat afloat again.

While they rowed back to the steamer the man on theshore stood in plain view, watching the Pegasus.

The searchlight was flashed upon him.

He was thus given to understand that he was seen.

Turning around, he rushed away into the bushes.

22Frank observed his action.

“There he goes!” he cried.

“Begorra, that must be Murdock!” said Barney.

“Chase him!”

Away flew the engine toward the shore.

The quarter boat returned to the steamer.

When the Pegasus reached a point near the vessel thesignal gun on the Rover was suddenly discharged at her.

It had been loaded with bullets, nails and pieces of lead,and the scattering shot struck her.

She was too strong to suffer any injury from such smallshot, however, and continued on her way unhurt.

“I wonder if the man going ashore wasn’t a scheme todraw us near so they could fire at us?” muttered Frank.

“Masther Frank!” yelled Barney, “is it wid a shmoileyez will take thim shots, or shall we return thim wid ourcompliments?”

“Fire a volley at the rascals!” replied the inventor.

The coon, the Irishman and the detective obeyed thisorder by discharging their rifles at the sailors.

Several mournful howls were returned, showing that thebullets had hit their enemies.

Passing on, the Pegasus left the steamer astern andreached the land where the fugitive vanished.

He had gone into a jungle.

It was half a mile in diameter and surrounded by clearground upon all sides.

If the fugitive were to attempt to escape from it the occupantsof the flying machine would not fail to see him.

Frank saw that it would be a difficult task to find theman in the night, so he said to his friends:

“I am going to keep the Pegasus poised above the junglehere until daybreak. In the meantime, if you will keepwatch he can’t get away without being seen.”

The rest agreed with this plan.

At that time the engine of the clouds floated but 200 feetabove the waving grass.

She was kept there.

A watch was posted.

Nothing occurred during the night to disturb our friends,and when daylight finally came they aroused themselves.

As Frank went out on deck he heard a deep, low moan,like the rumbling of falling earth, in the jungle below.

It is by this plaintive sigh that the royal tiger makeshis presence known, and in company with other animals ofhis species he caterwauls like a gigantic Tom cat.

When charging, his spring is accompanied by a series ofrapid, frightful cough-like growls, and a single blow of hispaw will break the back of an ox which he carries away as acat carries off a mouse.

Frank had heard what terrible creatures the tigers ofIndia were, and was not surprised when he heard a man yellfuriously down in the jungle.

“There’s a tiger after Murdock!” he shouted.

He saw the jungle agitated off to the right, and watchingthe spot closely he saw a man running.

It was the same individual whom he had observed thenight previously running into the cotton plants and boxwoodbushes.

He ran for a deep nullah.

Directly behind him was a huge tiger in pursuit.

A wild cry of horror escaped the poor wretch as heglanced over his shoulder and saw the fiery-eyed monsterrapidly overtaking him.

He fired a shot at the beast from his revolver, but beforehe could do so again it sprang for him.

Through the air flew the graceful and beautiful body, andin an instant more it struck the man.

He was knocked down.

A terrible roar escaped the beast, as it landed on top ofhim, and opened its foaming mouth.

The terrible jaws crunched the man’s bones, tore hisflesh and as a wild despairing cry escaped him the tigerabsolutely ripped him to pieces!

Frank had witnessed the terrible scene, and picking up arifle he aimed at the tiger.

The man had fallen into the nullah, and the brute wasthen lying across the remains of his mangled body.

Seeing that the unfortunate fellow had been killed, theyoung inventor did not hesitate to discharge his pneumaticrifle.

The explosive bullet pierced the animal’s head.

It burst there, blowing its skull to pieces.

With the discharge the tiger bounded up into the air.

It landed ten feet away from its victim and rolled over,dead.

Every one rushed to Frank’s side.

“What have you shot?” asked the detective.

“A tiger. The beast just killed Martin Murdock.”

“Howly Heaven!” gasped Barney. “Our man—dead?”

“Torn to pieces.”

“Fo’ de Lawd!” gasped Pomp, in horror.

“See—there he lies on his face.”

“Horrible! Horrible!” exclaimed Reynard.

“Faix, that inds our chase.”

23“I’se glad de rascal am dead for killin’ dot po’ boy.”

“Send the Pegasus to the ground.”

Pomp did so, and Frank alighted.

He strode over to the tiger and saw that the animal’s headhad been shattered by the bomb-like bullet.

A few steps more brought him to the brute’s victim.

His body was frightfully mutilated, and Frank stoopeddown and turned him over.

Casting a glance at his face he staggered back.

An exclamation of intense astonishment escaped him, andseeing his three companions approaching he turned excitedlytoward them and said:

“This isn’t Murdock!”

“It isn’t?” cried Reynard, in astonishment.

“No. It’s the sailor we once rescued.”

They all glanced at the man’s face and saw that Frankhad told the truth about his identity.

For a while a deep silence ensued.

Then they turned away from the sickening spectacle.

“Poor fellow!” said Frank. “His fate was not deserved.”

“Wha’ dey put him asho’ in dis yere suit fo’?” askedPomp.

“Probably to dupe us so they could get away,” said thedetective.

“Then,” added Barney, “whoile we’ve been a-waishtin’their hull noight here, thim imps av Satan have beensailin’ away from us as fasht as they could put, be heavens!”

“No doubt it was a stratagem upon their part to divertus from them,” said Frank. “But what pretext they gavethe sailor for sending him ashore this way puzzles me.”

“Warn’t he berry friendly ter us?” asked Pomp.

“Grateful for saving his life. Maybe he showed thecaptain how well disposed he was toward us. That wouldhave incited them against him.”

“Arrah, then it’s another chase we’ll be afther havin’ter catch thim,” regretfully said Barney. “Shure, Ithought as the murdherer av little Joe Crosby had got hisdeserts. An’ now, begob, he’s livin’ yet ter fool ther divil.”

“We must not waste time now,” said Frank. “Everyminute is precious. While we are talking here the Roveris widening the breach between us. Let us go back to theengine of the clouds and——”

“Whirr-rr-rrr!”

A familiar, buzzing sound interrupted him.

It came from the direction of the Pegasus.

“The machine is ascending!” cried Frank.

He dashed forward at the top of his speed, and his companionsran after him.

By the time Frank reached the engine she was ten feetin the air, her helices flying around swiftly.

It was impossible to touch her hull.

“Great Heaven! is she lost?” flashed across Frank’s mind.

A terrible thrill of dismay passed over him as he glancedup at the ascending hull.

But just then he caught sight of the drag rope, and herushed over to it and grasped it.

The next moment he was ascending to the deck.

His friends were left behind.

Hastening up to the pilot-house Frank heard a terrificnoise inside and imagined that some man was in the place.

As he hastened in he saw that it was caused by an enormousorang-outang about four feet tall, of a brownish redcolor, and having extremely long arms.

The brute was evidently a denizen of the neighborhood,and having gone aboard had began to play with the levers.

By this means the helices were started.

Getting one of its paws into the semi-circular handle ofone of the levers it could not withdraw it, and becomingpanic-stricken, it began to struggle to release itself.

It showed its huge canine teeth to Frank, threateningly,as he entered, and uttered a fierce cry, while a most diabolicallook crossed its projecting face.

“Heavens! An ape!” gasped the astonished inventor.

The brute renewed its fierce struggles.

Suddenly tearing itself free, it came at Frank on allfour paws, and he retreated.

With an agile bound the animal landed on top of him.

He had no weapons.

Flinging up his hands he grasped the animal’s hairythroat, but it used all its paws against him and began totear his clothes and scratch his skin.

They fell to the deck.

Here the struggle continued.

The brute made a desperate effort to bite Frank, buthe succeeded in holding its ugly head back at arm’s length.

It was wonderful the amount of energy, strength andperseverance the beast exhibited.

Their struggles carried them near the edge of the deck,and Frank suddenly arose, lifted the brute up, and exertingall his strength he flung the animal away.

It shot out through the air and plunged earthward.

The Pegasus was then nearly a thousand feet above theearth, and the animal’s fall proved fatal.

“Thank Heaven, I’m rid of him!” panted Frank.

He felt sore and exhausted.

But he ran into the turret.

24Slackening the helices he sent the machine to the groundagain, and picked up his companions.

“Be heavens, it’s rainin’ moonkies!” cried Barney, as hewent aboard. “Masther Frank, it’s a quare place we’re in.Shure, a villain av a wan dhropped from ther clouds an’landed beside me, so near, faith, I though he’d a-hit me.”

“I flung him from the Pegasus!” laughed the inventor.

He then told his friends what happened.

It astonished them considerably.

“If you hadn’t caught the drag,” said the detective, “theape would have sent the engine so high up in the air shewould never have come down again.”

They then started the Pegasus for the island of Ceylon,and passing it, headed across the Indian Ocean.

A lookout was maintained for the fugitive steamer.

The day passed away and as the sun was going down amost serious accident occurred to the engine.

Frank noticed a tremendous rattling sound at the endof the driving wheel shaft.

He made his way to the stern.

There he observed that the noise came from the smallestof the two screws at the extreme end.

The nut that held it on the shaft had worked loose.

Intending to stop the machinery and tighten the nutFrank was just about to walk away to get a wrench whenthere sounded a harsh, grating noise.

The wheel suddenly flew off the shaft.

Spinning around and around it dropped down into thesea into which it sank and disappeared.

A cry of vexation escaped Frank.

He did not have another wheel on board and had nomeans of getting another.

The effect was soon felt.

The engine could now make no more than fifteen milesan hour against the ordinary wind.

She was crippled.

Her only reliance for speed was to go with a strong breezewhen she could add a few miles.

All Frank’s friends rushed aft.

They saw at once what had happened, and their expressionsof dismay were without number.

“Now how can we hope to overtake the Rover if we meether?” blandly asked Frank. “She can travel faster thanwe can, under favorable conditions.”

“Bedad, she can’t bate us badly, anyhow,” said Barney.“Should we see her it will be a case av nip an’ tuck.”

“Dar’s a sail now!” said Pomp, pointing northward.

It was a distant speck, miles away, near the coast, andFrank passed into the turret to get a glass.

He leveled it at the vessel.

“It’s the Rover! I know her shape” said he.

“Be heavens, I’ll folly her if I have ter shlape at therwheel!” said Barney. “We’ll niver lose thrack av her now.”

“Our only hope of capturing Murdock is to keep her inview,” said Frank, grimly.

“It shall be done!” the detective declared.

And Pomp was equally as determined about the matter.

A week had passed.

During all that time she had been steadily chasing thesteamship without gaining a mile on her in consequence ofthe loss of one of her driving wheels.

Barney remained on deck, bound to the railing; Pompwas down in the engine-room, and Frank stood at the wheelwith Reynard.

“Raise the Pegasus, quick!”

“Great heaven, Reade, what is this?”

“A cyclone. Look out for those rocks, Reynard!”

“Do you know what the land is below us?”

“The island of Borneo, I am sure.”

“Then that’s the China Sea to the northward.”

“Yes. There! The steamer is lost in the gloom! Wemay lose all trace of the Rover now.”

Zizz! came the wind in a wild shriek as the airship flewupward into the dark vault of heaven.

But the great cliffs were dangerously close and as thewind caught the engine it hurled her along with terrificforce and she struck the rocks.

Crash—bang!

The shock was terrific.

It shook her like an aspen.

She glanced along the cliff, tore off huge particles, andthey went thundering down into the heavy seas that weredashing up in foamy billows at the bases of the precipiceslining the coast.

A terrible black pall surrounded the engine and obscuredeverything so that the detective could not see a yard ahead.

The fierce wind was whirling in circles.

It swept the Pegasus far over the land.

Here her battle with the elements continued, and shewas dashed up and down and all around, furiously.

Along they were driven, and the coon suddenly yelled upthrough a speaking-tube:

“De oil engine jest broke heah!”

“Can’t we get any current?” replied Frank.

“No, sah—no, sah! Slacken de helices, quick!”

25Frank jerked one of the levers over, and down theysettled toward the ground.

The searchlight had been started, but as the oil enginenow failed to operate the dynamo, the lights went out.

It was risky to descend in the gloom of that awful tempest,not knowing where they were going to alight.

But they had to go down.

In a few moments a tremendous crashing was heard, theengine swayed back and forth, and Barney roared:

“We’re goin’ among ther threes, bedad!”

“Can’t stop her now!” replied Reynard.

“Oh, may ther saints presarve us!”

The crackling of branches continued as she went down,and then there came a heavy shock.

She had landed on her side.

Everybody was knocked down.

As soon as they were assured that she was safely on theground they forgot their bumps and bruises, crept out, andall hands left the machine.

They only had a lantern, but its dim light showed themthat they had fallen into a forest of ironwood, gutta percha,camphor and other trees.

The marshes were alive with elephants and rhinoceros,the woods swarmed with leopards, babyroussas and monkeys,while bears roamed the rocky sections and buffaloes thevalleys.

Birds of paradise, flamingoes, swallows that built ediblenests, peacocks and various other birds abounded in vastnumbers; every bird, beast and reptile filled with fear ofthe storm.

Their cries all around the fallen engine raised a fearfuldin.

“The hull and flying apparatus is intact,” said Frank,when he had finished his inspection.

“Do you think she is safe for the present?” the detectiveasked.

“We can’t get her out in this storm.”

“Bettah turn in, den,” Pomp suggested.

An examination of the oil engine was made, when it wasfound that the shaft of the flywheel had snapped in two.

It could easily be repaired.

So they turned in.

By the following morning the storm had gone.

Pomp prepared breakfast, but they had scarcely partakenof it when the voices of men were heard outside.

“Natives!” said Frank, listening to their talk.

“Savages?” asked the detective, quickly.

“The Malays and Dyaks are the worst kind. They subsistchiefly by hunting, fishing and piracy, are partly Mohammedansand partly heathen, and are cruel, crafty andwild,” said the inventor.

Frank went out on deck.

Glancing down he saw an army of the natives around theengine, loudly talking and gesticulating toward her.

They were Papus, yellowish colored, well-formed fellows,carrying poisoned spears and arrows, and knotted clubs, withwhich they beat out the brains of their prisoners.

These people lived in the deepest woods and solitudes,in caves and upon trees, naked, uncivilized and separatefrom the rest of mankind.

They knew nothing of the sultans, rajahs and penjeranswho governed the more civilized of the people of Borneo.

No sooner had they seen Frank when a score of weaponswere sent flying at him, a single scratch from any of whichwould have sufficed to poison him to death.

He quickly withdrew within the cabin and locked thedoor.

“Hostile, as I feared!” he commented.

“I hear them mounting the boat,” said Reynard, anxiously.

“Yes. They will get into the turrets now.”

“Can’t we drive them away with our weapons?”

“Yes, but it would amount simply to wanton slaughter,as they have actually done us no harm yet, and cannot fightus on a fair basis, protected as we are by these walls. Ihave a plan to electrify the boat. See if you can turn thedynamo flywheel a few minutes.”

While they were doing this Frank turned the current intothe deck of the engine, and a chorus of yells escaped thenatives as their bare feet received the current.

It caused them to hastily leave the machine.

In the meantime Frank and Barney procured a new shaftfor the oil engine, and set it in place.

Several hours were required to get the engine in goodcondition, but they finally accomplished it.

The natives had retreated.

They then opened fire upon the machine.

Of course, their weapons were simply wasted against themetal hull of the Pegasus, but they kept up the fusillade.

It was necessary for somebody to go to the pilot-house tocause the Pegasus to ascend, but a trip there from the deck-housewas now highly dangerous.

Any of the poisoned missiles were apt to hit the one whoattempted to venture it and kill him.

Yet it would not do to remain where they were too long,or they might just as well abandon all hope of trying toever find the steamer again.

Frank became desperate.

26He did not wish to injure the savages, but saw that onlyby the most desperate measure could he hope to get theengine up into the air again.

Accordingly he went down to the ammunition-room.

There he loaded a bombshell with a high explosive powder,attached an electric wire to it and secured the otherend of the wire to one pole of the dynamo.

“I’ll scare them away temporarily!” he said to hisfriends, “so when I give the word, complete the circuit inthe wire.”

“Shure, I’ll attind to that!” volunteered Barney.

Frank opened the door and hurled the shell out.

It rolled down a declivity to a safe distance from thePegasus, and Frank shouted:

“Now, Barney!”

These words had barely left his lips when a score or moreof the natives rushed up to the bomb to seize it.

At the same juncture Barney obeyed Frank’s orders.

“Wait!” shrieked the young inventor.

His warning came too late, however, for the electric currentflashed into the wire.

There sounded an explosion that roared like a batteryof artillery, the burst shell blew every man to pieces whosurrounded it, and encompassed in a cloud of dirt, theyrose in the air, torn to fragments.

It was an awful warning to the rest, for they fled, yelling,in all directions, and Frank took advantage of theirpanic to rush up to the turret.

Shutting himself in he started the helices whirling.

The Pegasus straightened up and rose.

She forced her way skyward, through the opening she hadfirst made among the trees, and quickly mounted to theclouds.

Here she sped away to sea.

Then she continued on over the course traversed by mostships bound for the United States.

Several days passed uneventfully by when one morninga yell came from Pomp in the turret, that startled every one.

“Dar’s de Rover! Dar’s de Rover—a wreck!”

His companions rushed out on deck and peered down.

Floating on the ocean below was the dismantled wreckof the trading steamer, and a man stood on her deck wildlysignaling to the crew of the engine of the clouds.

It was very evident that the steamer had fallen victimto the fury of the cyclone, so deplorable was her condition.

Frank studied her a few moments, then cried to Pomp:

“Go down to her; we will see what the man wants.”

“Yes, sah!” replied the coon, causing the engine to descend.

As the Pegasus paused beside the steamer the man rushedover to her side, and he saw that he was a sailor.

“For God’s sake, take me off!” he implored. “Thesteamer has sprung a leak and may founder at any moment!”

“All right, come aboard!” said Frank, generously.

“You’ve got a good heart!” the man exclaimed, as heboarded the engine. “I’m sorry I ever raised a hand againstyou!”

“Where are your companions?” asked the inventor.

“All were taken aboard of a ship bound for Hong Kong.I was left to my fate in the hold. The cyclone ruined theship.”

“Was Martin Murdock with them?”

“Yes, sir,” replied the sailor.

The engine was then raised in the air and headed forChina.

Frank questioned the man and learned the details of theirfight with the storm and abandonment of the Rover.

The airship was then headed for Hong Kong.

She arrived there in due time and descended on the suburbs.

Frank and the sailor alighted and going to the city theysought the American consul.

He told them that the shipwrecked crew had reached thecity in safety and all had been shipped for California on thePacific Mail steamer Confucius Kao, two days previously.

Frank was chagrined to learn that Murdock was amongthem.

He left the sailor to find a berth and returned to wherehe had left the Pegasus.

Hastening aboard he put her helices in motion and sheshot up into the air.

Up she flew to the clouds, then off she went for the sea.

Frank’s friends joined him, and he explained what helearned.

“We must chase the Confucius across the Pacific,” saidhe; “she is bound for San Francisco.”

“Holy smoke! What a daisy run!” groaned Reynard.

“It’s back home Murdock bes goin’,” said Barney.

“How yo’ ‘spects ter cotch dat yere steamah?” Pompasked.

“Why, by ascending into the Solar Current!” said Frank.“Crippled as we are we could not overhaul her. But thatair current will add ten miles an hour to our speed.”

“Go up, by all means, then!” exclaimed the detective.

27Frank nodded, and sent the machine up several miles,when they entered the great current and sped along faster.

From their great elevation the voyagers could see theships they encountered by means of their telescopes, butfailed to observe any until they neared the American shores,that tallied with the appearance of the Pacific mail steamers.

Frank made a computation of the time made, and wasdelighted to find that they had gained considerably onthe Confucius Kao.

“Allowing eighteen knots an hour for her speed,” saidhe to his friends, “we ought to reach the Golden Gate almostas soon as she does.”

San Francisco came in view.

Here they espied the steamer at anchor.

She had beaten them in!

It was the final disappointment.

Sure that Murdock had once more escaped them, theylowered the engine of the clouds and Frank and the detectivealighted.

Inquiries soon developed the fact that the fugitive hadonly passed on shore long enough to procure some newclothing.

He had then taken passage on the Union Pacific Railroadfor the East, having purchased a ticket through to Chicago.

Learning what train he was on, and the time it was duein the White City, our friends hastened back to the flyingmachine and resumed the pursuit relentlessly.

Murdock had six hours, or over two hundred miles startof them.

Away shot the Pegasus over the continent.

By cutting across curves and resorting to similar measures,our friends reduced the lead of the train.

In two days they reached Chicago.

They were ahead of the cars.

A quick descent was made.

Frank and Reynard left the Pegasus and hastened to thedepot, where they arrived just as the train came in.

Both were intensely excited.

“We must not miss him now,” said the inventor. “Wehave gone all around the world after that man, and itwould be terrible if we were to lose him at the last moment.”

“He won’t get away now!” grimly asserted the detective.

“Here come the passengers. Keep your eyes open!”

They stood aside as the people came thronging from thecars, and watched every one closely.

Suddenly Frank drew a revolver.

“There he is!” he muttered.

The next moment he had jumped in front of Murdock,taking him by surprise, and aimed his pistol at the man’shead.

“You are my prisoner, sir!” he cried.

“Caught, by heavens!” gasped the fugitive, turning pale.

“Hands up, or you are a dead man!”

“Don’t fire! I surrender!”

Up went Murdock’s hands, and Reynard handcuffed him.

Some people tried to interfere, but a warrant for therascal’s arrest was shown, and they took him away.

Just as they were about to leave the depot Barney andPomp came rushing up to them, pale and excited.

“Masther Frank!” gasped the Irishman. “Ther Pegasusis gone!”

“Gone!” echoed the inventor, in startled tones.

“Blowed up—smashed into a thousand pieces!”

“Good heavens! How did it happen?”

“Yer see, ther naygur an’ I left her a few moments aftheryou wint, an’ there suddenly sounded a terrible explosioninsoide av her. Ther next moment she wuz a wreck.”

“What caused the explosion?”

“A can av that terrible powder, I’m thinkin’, wid whichyou do be afther loadin’ ther bullets we used in ther guns.It shtood on the edge av a shelf, an’ must have fell to therflure.”

As there was no means of ascertaining positively whatcaused the explosion, and Barney’s idea was the most plausible,Frank was forced to accept this theory.

He was, in fact, right in his conclusion.

They returned to where they had left the machine andfound a big crowd on the scene, attracted there by theviolent report.

As the engine of the clouds was completely destroyed, theycould do nothing with the remains, and therefore left them.

They reached the city with their prisoner, and put himin jail.

But a startling surprise awaited them.

The chief of police came in with little Joe Crosby, aliveand well.

In answer to their startled inquiries about him, theywere told that Martin Murdock’s bullet had failed to doits murderous work.

The boy had fallen wounded and senseless.

When Frank carried the detective into his house a residentof Readestown had come along in a carriage, saw theboy and took him into the vehicle.

Carrying him home and summoning a doctor, he hadmaintained secrecy about the matter, and had the littlefellow completely cured.

Long after Frank had gone in pursuit of Murdock he28had taken the boy back to Chicago and put his case intothe hands of the police.

There Joe had been ever since.

If he had perished Murdock would have been hung; asit was, the villain was forced to make restitution, a newguardian was appointed for the boy, and he prospered afterthat.

Martin Murdock was sentenced to prison for his rascality.

Tom Reynard returned to his official duties, pleased atthe way the affair had terminated, and Frank, Barney andPomp went home.

They had their long chase around the world for nothing,but did not regret it, as the perilous adventures they encounteredjust suited them.

They all were in good spirits.

The loss of the Pegasus incited Frank to invent anothermachine, and it was ultimately built and proved to be ameans of bringing him and his friends into the most excitingadventures.

In a future number of this weekly we will give our readersan account of them, and so, for the present, will partwith our friends.

Read “IN THE GREAT WHIRLPOOL; OR, FRANK READE. JR.’S STRANGE ADVENTURES IN A SUBMARINEBOAT,” which will be the next number (17) of “Frank Reade Weekly Magazine.”

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No. 56. HOW TO BECOME AN ENGINEER.—Containing fullinstructions how to proceed in order to become a locomotive engineer;also directions for building a model locomotive; togetherwith a full description of everything an engineer should know.

No. 57. HOW TO MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.—Fulldirections how to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, Æolian Harp, Xylophoneand other musical instruments; together with a brief descriptionof nearly every musical instrument used in ancient ormodern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgeraldfor twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines.

No. 59. HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.—Containinga description of the lantern, together with its history and invention.Also full directions for its use and for painting slides. Handsomelyillustrated. By John Allen.

No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.—Containingcomplete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanical Tricks.By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated.

No. 11. HOW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.—A most completelittle book, containing full directions for writing love-lettersand when to use them; also giving specimen letters for both youngand old.

No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES.—Givingcomplete instructions for writing letters to ladies on all subjectsalso letters of introduction, notes and requests.

No. 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN.—Containingfull directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjectsalso giving sample letters for instruction.

No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS.—A wonderful littlebook, telling you how to write to your sweetheart, your father,mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and anybodyyou wish to write to. Every young man and every younglady in the land should have this book.

No. 74. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS CORRECTLY.—Containingfull instructions for writing letters on almost any subject;also rules for punctuation and composition; together with specimenletters.

125 The Bradys and the Missing Girl; or, A Clew Pound in the Dark.

126 The Bradys and the Banker; or, The Mystery of a Treasure Vault.

127 The Bradys and the Boy Acrobat; or, Tracing Up a TheatricalCase.

128 The Bradys and Bad Man Smith; or, The Gang of Black Bar.

129 The Bradys and the Veiled Girl; or, Piping the Tombs Mystery.

130 The Bradys and the Deadshot Gang; or, Lively Work on theFrontier.

131 The Bradys with a Circus; or, On the Road with the Wild BeastTamers.

132 The Bradys in Wyoming; or, Tracking the Mountain Men.

133 The Bradys at Coney Island; or, Trapping the Sea-side Crooks.

134 The Bradys and the Road Agents; or, The Great Deadwood Case.

135 The Bradys and the Bank Clerk; or, Tracing a Lost MoneyPackage.

136 The Bradys on the Race Track; or, Beating the Sharpers.

137 The Bradys in the Chinese Quarter; or, The Queen of the OpiumFiends.

138 The Bradys and the Counterfeiters; or, Wild Adventures in theBlue Ridge Mountains.

139 The Bradys In the Dens of New York; or, Working on the JohnStreet Mystery.

140 The Bradys and the Rail Road Thieves; or, The Mystery of theMidnight Train.

141 The Bradys after the Pickpockets; or, Keen Work in the ShoppingDistrict.

142 The Bradys and the Broker; or, The Plot to Steal a Fortune.

143 The Bradys as Reporters; or, Working for a Newspaper.

144 The Bradys and the Lost Ranche; or, The Strange Case in Texas.

145 The Bradys and the Signal Boy; or, the Great Train Robbery.

146 The Bradys and Bunco Bill; or, The Cleverest Crook in NewYork.

147 The Bradys and the Female Detective; or, Leagued with theCustoms Inspectors.

148 The Bradys and the Bank Mystery; or, The Search for a StolenMillion.

149 The Bradys at Cripple Creek; or, Knocking out the “Bad Men.”

150 The Bradys and the Harbor Gang; or, Sharp Work after Dark.

151 The Bradys in Five Points; or, The Skeleton in the Cellar.

152 Fan Toy, the Opium Queen; or, The Bradys and the ChineseSmugglers.

153 The Bradys’ Boy Pupil; or, Sifting Strange Evidence.

154 The Bradys in the Jaws of Death; or, Trapping the Wire Tappers.

155 The Bradys and the Typewriter; or, The Office Boy’s Secret.

156 The Bradys and the Bandit King; or, Chasing the MountainThieves.

157 The Bradys and the Drug Slaves; or, The Yellow Demons ofChinatown.

158 The Bradys and the Anarchist Queen; or, Running Down the“Reds.”

159 The Bradys and the Hotel Crooks; or, The Mystery of Room 44.

160 The Bradys and the Wharf Rats; or, Lively Work in the Harbor.

161 The Bradys and the House of Mystery; or, A Dark Night’sWork.

162 The Bradys’ Winning Game; or, Playing Against the Gamblers.

163 The Bradys and the Mail Thieves; or, The Man in the Bag.

164 The Bradys and the Boatmen; or, The Clew Found In theRiver.

165 The Bradys after the Grafters; or, The Mystery in the Cab.

166 The Bradys and the Cross-Roads Gang; or, the Great Case InMissouri.

167 The Bradys and Miss Brown; or, The Mysterious Case in Society.

168 The Bradys and the Factory Girl; or, The Secret of the PoisonedEnvelope.

169 The Bradys and Blonde Bill; or, The Diamond Thieves of MaidenLane.

170 The Bradys and the Opium Ring; or, The Clew in Chinatown.

171 The Bradys on the Grand Circuit; or, Tracking the Light-HarnessGang.

172 The Bradys and the Black Doctor; or, The Secret of the OldVault.

173 The Bradys and the Girl in Grey; or, The Queen of the Crooks.

174 The Bradys and the Juggler; or, Out with a Variety Show.

175 The Bradys and the Moonshiners; or, Away Down in Tennessee.

176 The Bradys in Badtown; or, The Fight for a Gold Mine.

177 The Bradys in the Klondike; or, Ferreting Out the Gold Thieves.

178 The Bradys on the East Side; or, Crooked Work in the Slums.

179 The Bradys and the “Highbinders”; or, The Hot Case in Chinatown.

180 The Bradys and the Serpent Ring; or, The Strange Case of theFortune-Teller.

181 The Bradys and “Silent Sam”; or, Tracking the Deaf and DumbGang.

182 The Bradys and the “Bonanza” King; or, Fighting the Fakirs In‘Frisco.

183 The Bradys and the Boston Banker; or, Hustling for Millions Inthe Hub.

184 The Bradys on Blizzard Island; or, Tracking the Gold Thieves ofCape Nome.

185 The Bradys in the Black Hills; or, Their Case in North Dakota.

186 The Bradys and “Faro Frank”; or, A Hot Case in the GoldMines.

187 The Bradys and the “Rube”; or, Tracking the Confidence Men.

188 The Bradys as Firemen; or, Tracking a Gang of Incendiaries.

189 The Bradys in the Oil Country; or, The Mystery of the GiantGusher.

190 The Bradys and the Blind Beggar; or, The Worst Crook of All.

191 The Bradys and the Bankbreakers; or, Working the Thugs ofChicago.

192 The Bradys and the Seven Skulls; or, The Clew That Was Foundin the Barn.

193 The Bradys in Mexico; or, The Search for the Aztec TreasureHouse.

194 The Bradys at Black Run; or, Trailing the Coiners of CandleCreek.

195 The Bradys Among the Bulls and Bears; or, Working the Wiresin Wall Street.

196 The Bradys and the King; or, Working for the Bank of England.

197 The Bradys and the Duke’s Diamonds; or, The Mystery of theYacht.

198 The Bradys and the Bed Rock Mystery; or, Working in the BlackHills.

199 The Bradys and the Card Crooks; or, Working on an Ocean Liner.

200 The Bradys and “John Smith”; or, The Man Without a Name.

201 The Bradys and the Manhunters; or, Down in the Dismal Swamp.

202 The Bradys and the High Rock Mystery; or, The Secret of theSeven Steps.

203 The Bradys at the Block House; or, Rustling the Rustlers on theFrontier.

204 The Bradys in Baxter Street; or, The House Without a Door.

205 The Bradys Midnight Call; or, The Mystery of Harlem Heights.

206 The Bradys Behind the Bars; or, Working on Blackwell’s Island.

207 The Bradys and the Brewer’s Bonds; or, Working on a WallStreet Case.

208 The Bradys on the Bowery; or, The Search for a Missing Girl.

209 The Bradys and the Pawnbroker; or, A Very Mysterious Case.

210 The Bradys and the Gold Fakirs; or, Working for the Mint.

211 The Bradys at Bonanza Bay; or, Working on a Million DollarClew.

212 The Bradys and the Black Riders; or, The Mysterious Murder atWildtown.

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These stories are based on actual facts and give a faithfulaccount of the exciting adventures of a brave band of Americanyouths who were always ready and willing to imperil their livesfor the sake of helping along the gallant cause of Independence.Every number will consist of 32 large pages of reading matter,bound in a beautiful colored cover.

30 The Liberty Boys in a Fix; or, Threatened by Reds and Whites.

31 The Liberty Boys’ Big Contract; or, Holding Arnold in Check.

32 The Liberty Boys Shadowed; or, After Dick Slater for Revenge.

33 The Liberty Boys Duped; or, The Friend Who Was an Enemy.

34 The Liberty Boys’ Fake Surrender; or, The Ruse That Succeeded.

35 The Liberty Boys’ Signal; or, “At the Clang of the Bell.”

36 The Liberty Boys’ Daring Work; or, Risking Life for Liberty’sCause.

37 The Liberty Boys’ Prize; and How They Won It.

38 The Liberty Boys’ Plot; or, The Plan That Won.

39 The Liberty Boys’ Great Haul; or, Taking Everything in Sight.

40 The Liberty Boys’ Flush Times; or, Reveling in British Gold.

41 The Liberty Boys in a Snare; or, Almost Trapped.

42 The Liberty Boys’ Brave Rescue; or, In the Nick of Time.

43 The Liberty Boys’ Big Day; or, Doing Business by Wholesale.

44 The Liberty Boys’ Net; or, Catching the Redcoats and Tories.

45 The Liberty Boys Worried; or, The Disappearance of Dick Slater.

46 The Liberty Boys’ Iron Grip; or, Squeezing the Redcoats.

47 The Liberty Boys’ Success; or, Doing What They Set Out to Do.

48 The Liberty Boys’ Setback; or, Defeated, But Not Disgraced.

49 The Liberty Boys in Toryville; or, Dick Slater’s Fearful Risk.

50 The Liberty Boys Aroused; or, Striking Strong Blows for Liberty.

51 The Liberty Boys’ Triumph; or, Beating the Redcoats at TheirOwn Game.

52 The Liberty Boys’ Scare; or, A Miss as Good as a Mile.

53 The Liberty Boys’ Danger; or, Foes on All Sides.

54 The Liberty Boys’ Flight; or, A Very Narrow Escape.

55 The Liberty Boys’ Strategy; or, Out-Generaling the Enemy.

56 The Liberty Boys’ Warm Work; or, Showing the Redcoats Howto Fight.

57 The Liberty Boys’ “Push”; or, Bound to Get There.

58 The Liberty Boys’ Desperate Charge; or, With “Mad Anthony”at Stony Point.

59 The Liberty Boys’ Justice; And How They Dealt It Out.

60 The Liberty Boys Bombarded; or, A Very Warm Time.

61 The Liberty Boys’ Sealed Orders; or, Going it Blind.

62 The Liberty Boys’ Daring Stroke; or, With “Light-Horse Harry”at Paulus Hook.

63 The Liberty Boys’ Lively Times; or, Here, There and Everywhere.

64 The Liberty Boys’ “Lone Hand”; or, Fighting Against GreatOdds.

65 The Liberty Boys’ Mascot; or, The Idol of the Company.

66 The Liberty Boys’ Wrath; or, Going for the Redcoats Roughshod.

67 The Liberty Boys’ Battle for Life; or, The Hardest Struggle ofAll.

68 The Liberty Boys’ Lost; or, The Trap That Did Not Work.

69 The Liberty Boys “Jonah”; or, Tho Youth Who “Queered” Everything.

70 Tho Liberty Boys’ Decoy; or, Baiting the British.

71 The Liberty Boys Lured; or, The Snare the Enemy Set.

72 The Liberty Boys’ Ransom; or, In the Hands of the Tory Outlaws.

73 The Liberty Boys as Sleuth-Hounds; or, Trailing Benedict Arnold.

3574 The Liberty Boys “Swoop”; or, Scattering the Redcoats LikeChaff.

75 The Liberty Boys’ “Hot Time”; or, Lively Work In Old Virginia.

76 The Liberty Boys’ Daring Scheme; or, Their Plot to Capture theKing’s Son.

77 The Liberty Boys’ Bold Move; or, Into the Enemy’s Country.

78 The Liberty Boys’ Beacon Light; or, The Signal on the Mountain.

79 The Liberty Boys’ Honor; or, The Promise That Was Kept.

80 The Liberty Boys’ “Ten Strike”; or, Bowling the British Over.

81 The Liberty Boys’ Gratitude, and How they Showed It.

82 The Liberty Boys and the Georgia Giant; or, A Hard Man toHandle.

83 The Liberty Boys’ Dead Line; or, “Cross it if You Dare!”

84 The Liberty Boys “Hoo-Dooed”; or, Trouble at Every Turn.

85 The Liberty Boys’ Leap for Life; or, The Light that Led Them.

86 The Liberty Boys’ Indian Friend; or, The Redskin who Fought forIndependence.

87 The Liberty Boys “Going it Blind”; or, Taking Big Chances.

88 The Liberty Boys’ Black Band; or, Bumping the British Hard.

89 The Liberty Boys’ “Hurry Call”; or, A Wild Dash to Save aFriend.

90 The Liberty Boys’ Guardian Angel; or, The Beautiful Maid of theMountain.

91 The Liberty Boys’ Brave Stand; or, Set Back but Not Defeated.

92 The Liberty Boys “Treed”; or, Warm Work in the Tall Timber.

93 The Liberty Boys’ Dare; or, Backing the British Down.

94 The Liberty Boys’ Best Blows; or, Beating the British at Bennington.

95 The Liberty Boys In New Jersey; or, Boxing the Ears of the BritishLion.

96 The Liberty Boys’ Daring; or, Not Afraid of Anything.

97 The Liberty Boys’ Long March; or, The Move that Puzzled theBritish.

98 The Liberty Boys’ Bold Front; or, Hot Times on Harlem Heights.

99 The Liberty Boys in New York; or, Helping to Hold the GreatCity.

100 The Liberty Boys’ Big Risk; or, Ready to Take Chances.

101 The Liberty Boys’ Drag-Net; or, Hauling the Redcoats in.

102 The Liberty Boys’ Lightning Work; or, Too Fast for the British.

103 The Liberty Boys’ Lucky Blunder; or, The Mistake that HelpedThem.

104 The Liberty Boys’ Shrewd Trick; or, Springing a Big Surprise.

105 The Liberty Boys’ Cunning; or, Outwitting the Enemy.

106 The Liberty Boys’ “Big Hit”; or, Knocking the Redcoats Out.

107 The Liberty Boys “Wild Irishman”; or, A Lively Lad fromDublin.

108 The Liberty Boys’ Surprise; or, Not Just What They Were LookingFor.

109 The Liberty Boys’ Treasure; or, A Lucky Find.

110 The Liberty Boys in Trouble; or, A Bad Run of Luck.

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117 Fred Fearnot as a “Broncho Buster;” or, A Great Time in theWild West.

118 Fred Fearnot and his Mascot; or, Evelyn’s Fearless Ride.

119 Fred Fearnot’s Strong Arm; or, The Bad Man of Arizona.

120 Fred Fearnot as a “Tenderfoot;” or, Having Fun with the Cowboys.

121 Fred Fearnot Captured; or, In the Hands of His Enemies.

122 Fred Fearnot and the Banker; or, A Schemer’s Trap to RuinHim.

123 Fred Fearnot’s Great Feat; or, Winning a Fortune on Skates.

124 Fred Fearnot’s Iron Will; or, Standing Up for the Right.

125 Fred Fearnot Cornered; or, Evelyn and the Widow.

126 Fred Fearnot’s Daring Scheme; or, Ten Days In an Insane Asylum.

127 Fred Fearnot’s Honor; or, Backing Up His Word.

128 Fred Fearnot and the Lawyer; or, Young Billy Dedham’s Case.

129 Fred Fearnot at West Point; or, Having Fun with the Hazers.

130 Fred Fearnot’s Secret Society; or, The Knights of the Black Ring.

131 Fred Fearnot and the Gambler; or, The Trouble on the LakeFront.

132 Fred Fearnot’s Challenge; or, King of the Diamond Field.

133 Fred Fearnot’s Great Game; or, The Hard Work That Won.

134 Fred Fearnot In Atlanta; or, The Black Fiend of Darktown.

135 Fred Fearnot’s Open Hand; or, How He Helped a Friend.

136 Fred Fearnot in Debate; or, The Warmest Member of the House.

137 Fred Fearnot’s Great Plea; or, His Defence of the “MoneylessMan.”

138 Fred Fearnot at Princeton; or, The Battle of the Champions.

139 Fred Fearnot’s Circus; or, High Old Time at New Era.

140 Fred Fearnot’s Camp Hunt; or, The White Deer of the Adirondacks.

141 Fred Fearnot and His Guide; or, The Mystery of the Mountain.

142 Fred Fearnot’s County Fair; or, The Battle of the Fakirs.

143 Fred Fearnot a Prisoner; or, Captured at Avon.

144 Fred Fearnot and the Senator; or, Breaking up a Scheme.

145 Fred Fearnot and the Baron; or, Calling Down a Nobleman.

146 Fred Fearnot and the Brokers; or, Ten Days in Wall Street.

147 Fred Fearnot’s Little Scrap; or, The Fellow Who Wouldn’t StayWhipped.

148 Fred Fearnot’s Greatest Danger; or, Ten Days with the Moonshiners.

149 Fred Fearnot and the Kidnappers; or, Trailing a Stolen Child.

150 Fred Fearnot’s Quick Work; or, The Hold Up at Eagle Pass.

151 Fred Fearnot at Silver Gulch; or, Defying a Ring.

152 Fred Fearnot on the Border; or, Punishing the Mexican HorseStealers.

153 Fred Fearnot’s Charmed Life; or, Running the Gauntlet.

154 Fred Fearnot Lost; or, Missing for Thirty Days.

155 Fred Fearnot’s Rescue; or, The Mexican Pocahontas.

156 Fred Fearnot and the “White Caps”; or, A Queer Turning ofthe Tables.

157 Fred Fearnot and the Medium; or, Having Fun with the“Spirits.”

158 Fred Fearnot and the “Mean Man”; or, The Worst He EverStruck.

159 Fred Fearnot’s Gratitude; or, Backing Up a Plucky Boy.

160 Fred Fearnot Fined; or, The Judge’s Mistake.

161 Fred Fearnot’s Comic Opera; or, The Fun that Raised theFunds.

162 Fred Fearnot and the Anarchists; or, The Burning of the RedFlag.

163 Fred Fearnot’s Lecture Tour; or, Going it Alone.

164 Fred Fearnot’s “New Wild West”; or, Astonishing the Old East.

165 Fred Fearnot in Russia; or, Banished by the Czar.

166 Fred Fearnot in Turkey; or, Defying the Sultan.

167 Fred Fearnot in Vienna: or, The Trouble on the Danube.

168 Fred Fearnot and the Kaiser; or, In the Royal Palace at Berlin.

169 Fred Fearnot in Ireland; or, Watched by the Constabulary.

37170 Fred Fearnot Homeward Bound; or, Shadowed by ScotlandYard.

171 Fred Fearnot’s Justice; or, The Champion of the School Marm.

172 Fred Fearnot and the Gypsies; or, The Mystery of a StolenChild.

173 Fred Fearnot’s Silent Hunt; or, Catching the “Green Goods”Men.

174 Fred Fearnot’s Big Day: or, Harvard and Yale at New Era.

175 Fred Fearnot and “The Doctor”; or, The Indian Medicine Fakir.

176 Fred Fearnot and the Lynchers; or, Saving a Girl Horse Thief.

177 Fred Fearnot’s Wonderful Feat; or, The Taming of Black Beauty.

178 Fred Fearnot’s Great Struggle; or, Downing a Senator.

179 Fred Fearnot’s Jubilee; or, New Era’s Greatest Day.

180 Fred Fearnot and Samson; or, “Who Runs This Town?”

181 Fred Fearnot and the Rioters: or, Backing Up the Sheriff.

182 Fred Fearnot and the Stage Robber; or, His Chase for a StolenDiamond.

183 Fred Fearnot at Cripple Creek; or, The Masked Fiends of theMines.

184 Fred Fearnot and the Vigilantes; or, Up Against the WrongMan.

185 Fred Fearnot in New Mexico; or, Saved by Terry Olcott.

186 Fred Fearnot In Arkansas; or, The Queerest of All Adventures.

187 Fred Fearnot in Montana; or, The Dispute at Rocky Hill.

188 Fred Fearnot and the Mayor: or, The Trouble at SnappingShoals.

189 Fred Fearnot’s Big Hunt: or, Camping on the Columbia River.

190 Fred Fearnot’s Hard Experience; or, Roughing it at Red Gulch.

191 Fred Fearnot Stranded; or, How Terry Olcott Lost the Money.

192 Fred Fearnot in the Mountains; or, Held at Bay by Bandits.

193 Fred Fearnot’s Terrible Risk; or, Terry Olcott’s Reckless Venture.

194 Fred Fearnot’s Last Card; or, The Game that Saved His Life.

195 Fred Fearnot and the Professor; or, The Man Who Knew it All.

196 Fred Fearnot’s Big Scoop; or, Beating a Thousand Rivals.

197 Fred Fearnot and the Raiders; or, Fighting for His Belt.

198 Fred Fearnot’s Great Risk; or, One Chance in a Thousand.

199 Fred Fearnot as a Sleuth; or, Running Down a Slick Villain.

200 Fred Fearnot’s New Deal; or, Working for a Banker.

201 Fred Fearnot in Dakota: or, The Little Combination Ranch.

202 Fred Fearnot and the Road Agents; or, Terry Olcott’s CoolNerve.

203 Fred Fearnot and the Amazon; or, The Wild Woman of thePlains.

204 Fred Fearnot’s Training School; or, How to Make a Living.

205 Fred Fearnot and the Stranger; or, The Long Man who wasShort.

206 Fred Fearnot and the Old Trapper; or, Searching for a LostCavern.

207 Fred Fearnot in Colorado; or, Running a Sheep Ranch.

208 Fred Fearnot at the Ball; or, The Girl in the Green Mask.

209 Fred Fearnot and the Duellist; or, The Man Who Wanted toFight.

210 Fred Fearnot on the Stump; or, Backing an Old Veteran.

211 Fred Fearnot’s New Trouble; or, Up Against a Monopoly.

212 Fred Fearnot as Marshal; or, Commanding the Peace.

213 Fred Fearnot and “Wally”; or, The Good Natured Bully ofBadger.

214 Fred Fearnot and the Miners; or, The Trouble At Coppertown.

215 Fred Fearnot and the “Blind Tigers”; or, More Ways Than One.

216 Fred Fearnot and the Hindoo; or, The Wonderful Juggler atCoppertown.

217 Fred Fearnot Snow Bound; or, Fun with Pericles Smith.

218 Fred Fearnot’s Great Fire Fight; or, Rescuing a Prairie School.

219 Fred Fearnot in New Orleans; or, Up Against the Mafia.

220 Fred Fearnot and the Haunted House; or, Unraveling a GreatMystery.

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No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN’S JOKEBOOK.—Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by themost famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete withoutthis wonderful little book.

No. 42. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEAKER.—Containinga varied assortment of stump speeches, Negro, Dutchand Irish. Also end men’s jokes. Just the thing for home amusementand amateur shows.

No. 45. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK MINSTREL GUIDEAND JOKE BOOK.—Something new and very instructive. Everyboy should obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for organizingan amateur minstrel troupe.

No. 65. MULDOON’S JOKES.—This is one of the most originaljoke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor. Itcontains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums, etc., ofTerrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical joker ofthe day. Every boy who can enjoy a good substantial joke shouldobtain a copy immediately.

No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.—Containing completeinstructions how to make up for various characters on thestage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompter,Scenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager.

No. 80. GUS WILLIAMS’ JOKE BOOK.—Containing the latestjokes, anecdotes and funny stories of this world-renowned andever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsomecolored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author.

No. 16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.—Containingfull instructions for constructing a window garden either in townor country, and the most approved methods for raising beautifulflowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever published.

No. 30. HOW TO COOK.—One of the most instructive bookson cooking ever published. It contains recipes for cooking meats,fish, game, and oysters; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds ofpastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popularcooks.

No. 37. HOW TO KEEP HOUSE.—It contains information foreverybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how tomake almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments,brackets, cements, Æolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds.

No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USE ELECTRICITY.—A descriptionof the wonderful uses of electricity and electro magnetism;together with full instructions for making Electric Toys, Batteries,etc. By George Trebel, A. M., M. D. Containing over fifty illustrations.

No. 64. HOW TO MAKE ELECTRICAL MACHINES.—Containingfull directions for making electrical machines, inductioncoils, dynamos, and many novel toys to be worked by electricity.By R. A. R. Bennett. Fully illustrated.

No. 67. HOW TO DO ELECTRICAL TRICKS.—Containing alarge collection of instructive and highly amusing electrical tricks,together with illustrations. By A. Anderson.

No. 9. HOW TO BECOME A VENTRILOQUIST.—By HarryKennedy. The secret given away. Every intelligent boy readingthis book of instructions, by a practical professor (delighting multitudesevery night with his wonderful imitations), can master theart, and create any amount of fun for himself and friends. It is thegreatest book ever published, and there’s millions (of fun) in it.

No. 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVENING PARTY.—Avery valuable little book just published. A complete compendiumof games, sports, card diversions, comic recitations, etc., suitablefor parlor or drawing-room entertainment. It contains more for themoney than any book published.

No. 35. HOW TO PLAY GAMES.—A complete and useful littlebook, containing the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle,backgammon, croquet, dominoes, etc.

No. 36. HOW TO SOLVE CONUNDRUMS.—Containing allthe leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, curious catchesand witty sayings.

No. 52. HOW TO PLAY CARDS.—A complete and handy littlebook, giving the rules and full directions for playing Euchre, Cribbage,Casino, Forty-Five, Rounce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poker,Auction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards.

No. 66. HOW TO DO PUZZLES.—Containing over three hundredinteresting puzzles and conundrums, with key to same. Acomplete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson.

No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.—Itis a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to knowall about. There’s happiness in it.

No. 33, HOW TO BEHAVE.—Containing the rules and etiquetteof good society and the easiest and most approved methods of appearingto good advantage at parties, balls, the theatre, church, andin the drawing-room.

No. 27. HOW TO RECITE AND BOOK OF RECITATIONS.—Containingthe most popular selections in use, comprising Dutchdialect, French dialect, Yankee and Irish dialect pieces, togetherwith many standard readings.

No. 31. HOW TO BECOME A SPEAKER.—Containing fourteenillustrations, giving the different positions requisite to becomea good speaker, reader and elocutionist. Also containing gems fromall the popular authors of prose and poetry, arranged in the mostsimple and concise manner possible.

No. 49. HOW TO DEBATE.—Giving rules for conducting debates,outlines for debates, questions for discussion, and the bestsources for procuring information on the questions given.

No. 3. HOW TO FLIRT.—The arts and wiles of flirtation arefully explained by this little book. Besides the various methods ofhandkerchief, fan, glove, parasol, window and hat flirtation, it containsa full list of the language and sentiment of flowers, which isinteresting to everybody, both old and young. You cannot be happywithout one.

No. 4. HOW TO DANCE is the title of a new and handsomelittle book just issued by Frank Tousey. It contains full instructionsin the art of dancing, etiquette in the ball-room and at partieshow to dress, and full directions for calling off in all popular squaredances.

No. 5. HOW TO MAKE LOVE.—A complete guide to love,courtship and marriage, giving sensible advice, rules and etiquetteto be observed, with many curious and interesting things not generallyknown.

No. 17. HOW TO DRESS.—Containing full instruction in theart of dressing and appearing well at home and abroad, giving theselections of colors, material, and how to have them made up.

No. 18. HOW TO BECOME BEAUTIFUL.—One of thebrightest and most valuable little books ever given to the world.Everybody wishes to know how to become beautiful, both male andfemale. The secret is simple, and almost costless. Read this bookand be convinced how to become beautiful.

No. 7. HOW TO KEEP BIRDS.—Handsomely illustrated andcontaining full instructions for the management and training of thecanary, mockingbird, bobolink, blackbird, paroquet, parrot, etc.

No. 39. HOW TO RAISE DOGS, POULTRY, PIGEONS ANDRABBITS.—A useful and instructive book. Handsomely illustrated.By Ira Drofraw.

No. 40. HOW TO MAKE AND SET TRAPS.—Including hintson how to catch moles, weasels, otter, rats, squirrels and birds.Also how to cure skins. Copiously illustrated. By J. HarringtonKeene.

No. 50. HOW TO STUFF BIRDS AND ANIMALS.—Avaluable book, giving instructions in collecting, preparing, mountingand preserving birds, animals and insects.

No. 54. HOW TO KEEP AND MANAGE PETS.—Giving completeinformation as to the manner and method of raising, keepingtaming, breeding, and managing all kinds of pets; also giving fullinstructions for making cages, etc. Fully explained by twenty-eightillustrations, making it the most complete book of the kind everpublished.

No. 8. HOW TO BECOME A SCIENTIST.—A useful and instructivebook, giving a complete treatise on chemistry; also experimentsin acoustics, mechanics, mathematics, chemistry, and directionsfor making fireworks, colored fires, and gas balloons. Thisbook cannot be equaled.

No. 14. HOW TO MAKE CANDY.—A complete hand-book formaking all kinds of candy, ice-cream, syrups, essences, etc., etc.

No. 19.—FRANK TOUSEY’S UNITED STATES DISTANCETABLES, POCKET COMPANION AND GUIDE.—Giving theofficial distances on all the railroads of the United States andCanada. Also table of distances by water to foreign ports, hackfares in the principal cities, reports of the census, etc., etc., makingit one of the most complete and handy books published.

No. 38. HOW TO BECOME YOUR OWN DOCTOR.—A wonderfulbook, containing useful and practical information in thetreatment of ordinary diseases and ailments common to everyfamily. Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general complaints.

No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT STAMPS AND COINS.—Containingvaluable information regarding the collecting and arrangingof stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated.

No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.—By Old King Brady,the world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuableand sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some adventuresand experiences of well-known detectives.

No. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER—Containinguseful information regarding the Camera and how to work it;also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slides and otherTransparencies. Handsomely illustrated. By Captain W. De W.Abney.

No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARYCADET.—Containing full explanations how to gain admittance,course of Study, Examinations, Duties, Staff of Officers, PostGuard, Police Regulations, Fire Department, and all a boy shouldknow to be a Cadet. Compiled and written by Lu Senarens, authorof “How to Become a Naval Cadet.”

No. 63. HOW TO BECOME A NAVAL CADET.—Complete instructionsof how to gain admission to the Annapolis NavalAcademy. Also containing the course of instruction, descriptionof grounds and buildings, historical sketch, and everything a boyshould know to become an officer in the United States Navy. Compiledand written by Lu Senarens, author of “How to Become aWest Point Military Cadet.”

All our readers know Frank Reade, Jr., the greatest inventor of the age, and his twofun-loving chums, Barney and Pomp. The stories to be published in this magazine willcontain a true account of the wonderful and exciting adventures of the famous inventor,with his marvellous flying machines, electrical overland engines, and his extraordinarysubmarine boats. Each number will be a rare treat. Tell your newsdealer to get you acopy.

401 FRANK READE, JR.’S WHITE CRUISER OFTHE CLOUDS; or, The Search for the Dog-FacedMen.

2 FRANK READE, JR.’S SUBMARINE BOAT “THEEXPLORER”; or, To the North Pole Under theIce.

3 FRANK READE, JR.’S ELECTRIC VAN; or, HuntingWild Animals in the Jungles of India.

4 FRANK READE, JR.’S ELECTRIC AIR CANOE;or, The Search for the Valley of Diamonds.

5 FRANK READE, JR.’S “SEA SERPENT”; or, TheSearch for Sunken Gold.

6 FRANK READE, JR.’S ELECTRIC TERROR, THE“THUNDERER”; or, The Search for the Tartar’sCaptive.

7 FRANK READE, JR.’S AIR WONDER, THE“KITE”; or, A Six Weeks’ Flight over the Andes.

8 FRANK READE, JR.’S DEEP SEA DIVER, THE“TORTOISE”; or, The Search for a Sunken Island.

9 FRANK READE, JR.’S ELECTRIC INVENTION,THE “WARRIOR”; or, Fighting the Apaches inArizona.

10 FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS ELECTRIC AIRBOAT; or, Hunting Wild Beasts for a Circus.

11 FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS TORPEDO BOAT;or, At War with the Brazilian Rebels.

12 FIGHTING THE SLAVE HUNTERS; or, FrankReade, Jr., in Central Africa.

13 FROM ZONE TO ZONE; or, The Wonderful Trip ofFrank Reade, Jr., with His Latest Air-Ship.

14 FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS ELECTRICCRUISER OF THE LAKES; or, A JourneyThrough Africa by Water.

15 FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS ELECTRIC TURRET;or, Lost in the Land of Fire.

16 FRANK READE, JR., AND HIS ENGINE OF THECLOUDS; or, Chased Around the World in theSky.

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