Frank Merriwells Bravery | Page 2

Robert Dawson, an Eastern banker, who happened to have
quite a sum on his person, objected, and snatched the mask from the
young ruffian's face. Before the eyes of Miss Lona Dawson, who was
traveling with her father, Black Harry deliberately shot the banker
down, and then relieved him of his watch, diamond pin, and
pocketbook, having first re-covered his face with the mask.

"The robbers made a hasty but very thorough job of it, leaping from the
train at a signal from their boy leader, and quickly disappearing in the
darkness. But Black Harry's face was seen fairly by the banker's
horrified daughter, and by several other passengers, so there will be no
trouble in identifying him if he is captured. Sheriff Kildare, of
Canadian County, is aroused, and Burchel Jones, an Eastern detective,
has promised to round up Black Harry within a very short time. Let us
hope, for the good of the Territory, that the young ruffian's career may
be quickly terminated, and that he may receive his just due at the hands
of the law.
"Mr. Dawson was taken to Elreno, where a surgical operation was
performed. He is still alive, but his chance of recovery is small. His
daughter, who seems to be a girl of spirit, has stated that, if her father
dies, she will know no rest nor spare no expense till Black Harry is run
to earth."
The article terminated abruptly, showing it had been hastily written,
and had been inserted at the last moment before publication.
"Truly an outrage!" Frank continued. "It would be a good scheme to
organize a hunting party, and give this Black Harry a run for it."
"Just my idea," said an oily voice, as a man slipped into the seat beside
the young traveler, without as much as saying "by your leave." "The
people out here do not seem to mind these things. I suppose they are
used to them."
Frank glanced the speaker over, with a pair of searching, brown eyes.
He saw a slender figure in a well-worn suit of gray. The striking
features of the man's face were his eyes and his nose. His eyes were too
near together, and his nose was long and pointed. He was
smooth-shaved, and there was a cunning, foxy look about his face.
Frank did not seem in any hurry about speaking; he continued to
inspect the man, who moved restlessly beneath the scrutiny, and said:
"I have not been very long in this country, but I have noted the

peculiarities of the people. They do not seem to have time to bother
much about an affair like this train hold-up, and the shooting of an
occasional tenderfoot, as they call all Easterners. If they should happen
to capture Black Harry, they would give him their full attention for a
short time--a very short time. They would be pretty sure to lynch him,
as they would consider that the easiest way of disposing of him, and
they would not consider it worth while to spend time in giving him a
regular trial. To be sure, this train robbery and tragedy occurred in
Indian Territory, but I understand that Hank Kildare, the sheriff at
Elreno, has offered three hundred dollars reward for the capture of
Black Harry himself, and fifty dollars each for his men. Er--ah--ahem!
My name is--Walker. I am from Jersey."
Frank bowed.
"How do you do, Mr.--er--ah--Walker. I presume that what you say
about Black Harry's chances, if he is captured, is quite true--he will be
lynched."
"Oh, it is not certain, of course; he might obtain protection by officers
of the law. But he would stand a good show of being lynched. And
Elreno is the worst place in Oklahoma for him to show his face in at
present."
"I should presume it might be. Dawson, the wounded banker, is there?"
"And his daughter--can she identify this young desperado the moment
she sees him?"
"Without doubt."
"Black Harry will be very foolish if he goes to Elreno."
"He is not likely to go there, I fancy."
"I don't know about that. He is a dare-devil fellow."
"So it seems."

"And he might take a fancy that Elreno would be the last place where
he would be expected to appear, and so he would go there."
"He might do that."
"Now, in your own case, if you were Black Harry, for instance, you
might put on a bold face, and show yourself in Elreno, while everybody
outside that town would be on the lookout for you."
"Possibly, you are right."
"I think such a trick would be very like Black Harry. He might go so far
as to take the train to Elreno from some place that would make it seem
that he could not have been in