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the desperadoes rode the dude, seeming utterly fearless. "Halt, thar!" cried one of the men, leveling a rifle at the young horseman. "Hold up, ur chaw lead!" The youth gave a surge that flung the horse upon its haunches. "Steady Bolivar!" his voice rang out. "Would you shoot me?" "Who be you?" "Don't you know me? Ha, ha, ha! Well, I do not wonder. I'll look different when I peel this mustache and wash off my make-up. I have her! See here, boys!" The blanket was flung back, and the face of Lona Dawson, the banker's daughter, was revealed! The girl was not unconscious, and she suddenly squirmed from the grasp of her captor, slipped from the horse, and ran into the midst of the outlaws, crying: "Save me! Protect me!" "Stop her, boys!" laughed the youth on the horse. "Don't let her get away. I've had trouble enough, and taken risk enough to get her." "Wa-al, who be you?" roared one of the band. "Who am I? Look here; do you know this sign?" He made a swift motion with his hand, and nearly every man cried: "The chief's sign! But you are not the chief! He is here with us! You are an impostor!" "Am I? Look!" He tore off a false wig, jerked away a false mustache, took a vial from his pocket, turned some of its contents in his hand, and seemed to sweep the make-up from his face. The result was a wonderful transformation, and the face revealed was almost exactly like that of Frank Merriwell. The men stared in bewildered astonishment. "It is the chief!" gurgled one of them. "Of course I am," laughed the unmasked youth. "You wasted your time in carrying off that other fellow who looks like me. Why didn't you leave him to be lynched? Then the fools would have thought they had put Black Harry out of the way." "The other fellow?" repeated more than one of the men. "Who is the other fellow?" "He is the fellow who looks like me," laughed Black Harry, for the new arrival was the boy chief of the marauders. In the meantime, while this unmasking was taking place Frank had not been idle. He had longed to meet Black Harry face to face, but now he realized that his situation was perilous in the extreme. He must act at once. But the sight of the captive girl and her appeal for aid had bestirred all the chivalry of his nature. He longed to do something to save her. Swiftly moving near her, he suddenly caught her up, swung her over his shoulder, and, with her held thus, regardless of the s
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