CHAPTER XI.A FATHER'S BRUTALITY.After the departure of Silly Sue, Fritz sunned himself until his garments were dried; then rising, he began to cast about him for something to eat."I don'd know better I go back mit der tavern, or not!" he mused. "I dinks dot vas an onhealthy blace, und yet I vould like somedings to ead, very bad."Climbing to the top of the bluff, he passed the old mansion, and followed the country road for some distance, in hopes of finding an orchard or watermelon patch. And he was successful.About a mile distant he came to a good-sized orchard, near no human habitation, and hastily made a raid on it, with the result of discovering all the luscious eating harvest apples he could carry.Filling his pockets he made his way back to the old rookery, and sat down upon the front step to finish his meal."I vonder vot's pecome of der villain I kicked mit der under jaw?" he muttered."I t'ink I must haff dislocated 'im or I should 'a' seed him. I vonder vere der mouth off der well is, anyhow, vot dey come up t'rough. Id must pe somevere's vere der house stands, und probably hidden."After he finished his meal on apples, he entered the old dwelling, with a view to giving it another exploration.Passing through the lower hall, he tried each door opening off from it, but found them all locked, as before.What they contained he could therefore not learn, except by bursting them open or unlocking them, which he had no way of doing.Finding no success, down-stairs, he went upstairs, remembering that he had only tried the doors of part of the upper rooms, on his previous visit, the second one being the assembly chamber containing the swinging head of ill-fated Bill Budge.He shunned this apartment now, and passed on along the corridor.The first and second doors he tried were locked, like those below. The third door, however, was unfastened, and opening it he entereda large unfurnished apartment, containing but one window, which looked out upon the ocean.Noticing a card tacked upon the wall, opposite the door, Fritz advanced to read what was written upon it.But, that, he was destined never to do. Halfway across the room he got—then the floor sunk quickly beneath him, and he went down! down! down!He had stepped upon a trap, which had evidently been prepared for occasional stragglers, and he was the unsuspecting victim, until too late to save himself.Down! down! he went into empty space, until he struck heavily upon a hard floor, and lay for a moment in a heap, his senses partly leaving him. When he recovered consciousness, he arose to his feet. He was in utter darkness, and in a place where the air was close and stifling. What kind of a den he had fallen into he could not ascertain by looking, at least.Later that day Mr. Granby Greyville left his handsome residence, and made his way tothe bluff, accompanied by her ladyship, the countess.There was a terrible expression of stern resolve upon his countenance, and in his grasp he carried an ugly-looking cart-whip, which looked as if it were capable of inflicting dire pain in the hands of a human brute.Arriving at the top of the bluff, they found Grogan, the Irish delegate, seated upon the doorstep of the old house, while, lying upon the ground, in front of him, was the girl, Sue, bound, hand and foot, but none the less defiant for that fact, as was evident by the contemptuous curl of her lip, and the indignant, wicked flash of her eyes.A little shiver went over her, though, when she saw the countess, the man she knew as her father, and the whip he carried."Sure, it's mesilf as cotched her," Grogan cried, as Greyville approached. "But it's the devil's own time I had at it, bedad, an' if yez don't b'lave it ye kin look at me face. Begorra! she scratched an' bit an' fit loike tha very devil's imp she is!" and the Hibernian rubbed his torn and bruised visage dolefully."So you're caged, are you, my young tigress?" the smuggler captain demanded, gazing downat the girl, wrathfully. "I'll see that you never break loose hereafter!""Ba-aa!" the girl retorted, in contempt. "I'm not afraid of you, you ruffianly wretch, if you do carry a whip. You can whip me, pound me, stamp me into the earth, but you can't intimidate me. I'll despise and defy you to the longest day I live!""We shall see. I've made up my mind to cease dealing mildly with you, and instead, treat you to the harshness your foolishness demands. It's time you were broken in, and I'm going to compel you to submission to my will, and to obedience, or I'm going to kill you.""Kill, if you like—I'll still defy you. You can not make me obey a monster like you, even though you are my father! I despise you, hate you, you inhuman wretch!""A good flogging will bring back your affection. By the way, I understand that by way of amusing yourself you have become the consort of a Dutch detective, and by way of furthering his game, have just been to telegraph for an additional force of the devils. Now do you know what I am going to do?""Any one might guess; brutal cowards always carry whips!""Yes, I'm going to whip you within an inch of your life. Then, if you promise me to ever after obey me, and tell me where to find the money you stole from me, I will let you go. If you refuse I'll kill you, and end the trouble! Grogan, lash her securely to yonder post!"The Irishman obeyed by raising her and roping her to a post which had been used for a hitching-post, at some remote period.Sue's face was very pale now, and she trembled in dread of the cruel lash.It was not the first time she had been whipped by him, and she well knew what a merciless wretch he was.Greyville threw off his coat now, and seized the heavy whip firmly, not a tithe of pity expressed in his stern, cruel face."Beg, now!" he cried. "Tell me where the money is, and promise future obedience and proper conduct, or I'll give it to you!""Never! I'll die first!" Sue gasped.The next instant the wretch struck her with all his might, following one blow with another, until he had struck her twenty, the last one being upon the top of the head, with the butt of the whip.White as death was Sue, but her eyes flashed bravely, her face was defiant—but she never uttered a moan or cry of pain."Now—nowmaybe you'll come to time!" the smuggler roared, more like some enraged wild beast than a human being, in his demoniac fury. "Now, will you tell and promise?""Never, monster!" was the low, piteous gasp, then the eyes of the poor outcast closed; she had fainted, unable longer to endure the agony.CHAPTER XII.A PITIFUL END.The situation of Fritz was to him a decidedly gloomy one, as, owing to the impenetrable darkness his eyesight was of no use whatever. He did not know either, if it was safe to stir, as there might be another trap which he would fall into, and go headlong down into some other pit.But he resolved to test the matter, and feel out the boundaries of his new prison at once.Groping about, inch by inch, and trying the floor in front of him before trusting the weight of his body upon it, he soon came to a plastered wall, and concluded by that, that he still remained in the building, having probably only fallen to the first floor."Vel, dot don'd vas so pad ash I first expected," he muttered, feeling a little more assured. "I t'ought I vas goin' vay down to der blace vere dey manufacture fire-crackers. Der next question, ish der any outlet to dis brison, I vonder?"Keeping his hands upon the wall, he walked several times around the dark apartment without pausing."Der ish not von door or vinder, nor hole of any kind!" he finally muttered. "I would not haff such a house for a gift."The room indeed appeared to be barren of those accessories, as far as he was able to learn by the sense of feeling, and it would seem that it was thus purposely prepared for a prison."Vel, I guess I might as vel prepare to imitate der example off Doctor Tanner, und go vidout somedings to eat for forty years or so!" Fritz muttered, feeling of his stomach dolefully, for the apples had far from satisfied his appetite. "But, if possible, I must get oud off here, somehow, before Fox und der boys get here."Just how he was to do it furnished him a serious subject to ponder on."Curse the girl! she's fainted!" the smuggler chief cried, pausing in his horrible work."Perhaps she is playing off, to escape punishment," the countess suggested, with a malicious smile. "The American mademoiselle is very deceitful!""Faint or no faint, she shall get all that her stubborn resistance demands!" Greyville growled, mercilessly, and he raised the whip and struck her another stinging blow."Stop! Strike that girl again and I'll kill you!" a voice cried, not far in their rear, and turning, they beheld a stranger rushing up, a pair of cocked revolvers in hand."Furies!" Greyville gasped, turning pale."Mon Dieu!what's to pay? Let's fly!" from the countess."No! we will stand our ground!" the smuggler hissed.The new-comer soon stood before them, with stern, accusing gaze, and a face flushed from his run."Devils!" he cried, "what is the meaning of this brutal scene? Explain instantly."It was the Leadville speculator, Thornton, who spoke, and there was grim business expressed in his tone."What right have you to intrude in what is none of your business?" Greyville demanded, sourly."Eh! I'll show you, you brutal puppy! Don't give me any of your lip, or I'll blow your brains out. Why, cuss my boots, you're as bad as the Dog Injuns on the frontier!""I presume I've a right to chastise my own child, sir, when her conduct deserves it!""That's not your child, Garry Gregg! I know you. You are the wretch I have been longing to meet these ten years!""You know me?" the smuggler cried, in amazement."Ay! I know you!" the Westerner cried. "You are the worthless devil who trapped Minnie Gray into a secret marriage years ago, and after living with her a couple of years, and abusing her, left her in poverty, to live with a woman you had previously married.""And incurred your enmity by winning your sweetheart away from you!" Gregg sneered, mockingly."Be that as it may, you are responsible for a good woman's death, and you shall answer for it. Tell me, sir—is this poor child you have been beating, the daughter of Minnie Gray?""If you like, yes.""Then, curse you, leave this spot at once, if you don't want me to shoot you down. I'll take care you never strike her again! Go! I say, or I'll kill you without hesitation!"There was a stern glare in the speculator'seyes that betokened danger, and, accompanied by the countess and Grogan, the smuggler chief hurried away.As soon as they had gone, Mr. Thornton cut the bonds that held Silly Sue to the post, and laid her tenderly down upon the soft grass.Hurrying down to the beach, he procured some water in his hat, and returning, dashed it in her face.But although he did this, and chafed her hands and wrists, she did not open her eyes. Her breath came in stifled gasps, and her heart beat slowly."By Heaven! I believe they have killed her!" Mr. Thornton muttered, feelings of terrible rage swelling within him. "The equal of this brutality is seldom, even among the red devils on the frontier. Ah! Garry Gregg, if this poor child dies, you shall pay bitterly for her life, or my name is not Thornton!"He continued faithfully in his endeavors to bring her back to consciousness, but all to no avail.While he was thus engaged there came sounds of rapid footsteps, and Hal Hartly dashed up, flushed and excited."Great Heaven! what is the matter with Susie?"he demanded, on seeing her lying on the ground, so cold and white."I fear she is dying, young man," Mr. Thornton replied, solemnly. "I can not restore her to consciousness. Was she anything to you, sir?""Indeed, yes; she was all the world to me, poor child, and we were to be married, one of these days!" Hartly replied, kneeling beside her, with tears in his eyes. "Susie! oh! Susie, my little waif, can't you look up and speak to me?"The girl slowly opened her eyes, and gazed up at him, with a loving smile."Yes, Hal, I know. I am dying, Hal. Where is Fritz?""I don't know, darling. I have not seen him since morning.""Well, when you see him, tell him I sent the message, and got an answer that the detectives would come.""The detectives?""Yes. I went for him, to telegraph for them, and he gave me five dollars. It is in my pocket, Hal—you can have it, to get me a little, plain stone for my grave.""But, Susie, you can't be dying—tell me what is the matter?""She has been cruelly beaten. I came here a few moments ago and drove off the devils, but I fear I came too late!" Mr. Thornton explained, sadly."It was papa, you know!" Sue added, as Hartly uttered a cry of astonishment. "He discovered the errand I had done, and had a big Irishman capture me and bring me here. Then he and the countess came, and I was tied to a stake and whipped till I fainted. They have killed me, I guess. I feel as if I am filling up inside, and something tells me I shall soon die. I hate to leave you, Hal, but I am not afraid to die. I have always said my prayers, loved the Lord, and been honest, and I know He will receive me."The girl's childish faith and simplicity touched Mr. Thornton as well as young Hartly, and tears flowed freely.The little outcast soon closed her eyes again, her arms about Hartly's neck, as she rested in his embrace, and a peaceful expression of contentment upon her face.About sunset she spoke, without opening her eyes."Hal!" she said, softly."Yes, Susie," he replied; "what do you wish?""Not much. After I am gone burn the old house yonder, and break up the smugglers.""Yes, Susie.""And you'll be a good man, Hal, all your life, so you will join me in heaven?""I will try, dearest.""Then kiss me good-by."Convulsed with sobs, the grief-stricken lover obeyed, and, just as the last rays of sunset began to fade, Susie breathed her last, expiring without the least appearance of pain, and a faint, peaceful smile upon her lips.For some moments after her death neither Hartly nor Mr. Thornton spoke, but finally the latter said:"She has gone where she will know no more suffering or sorrow and it is perhaps better so. Is your home near by?""I live in a sort of hut back in the woods, and if you will lend a hand we will take her there."The speculator assented, and Hartly procured a wide board, and laid the limp form upon it. Then raising the primitive litter between them, they left the bluff and took to the lonely country road, which they followed until they came to a rude shanty, standing in theedge of the woods. They bore their burden into the only room and deposited it upon a couple of stools.Hartly then turned to Mr. Thornton."You are a stranger to us, sir," he said, "but would you kindly remain here until I can go to a neighboring town and make arrangements for her burial?""Certainly, my boy.""Then I will go and send the undertakers at once to take charge of the remains. If I do not return with the undertakers, let them remove the body, and I will see you later, perhaps."He then kissed the lips and forehead of the dead girl, and took his departure.Once outside, his whole demeanor underwent a change.His face became stern and hard in its expression, and his eyes gleamed with a wild light that could hardly have been pronounced sane."First the house!" he muttered, between his clinched teeth; "then I will see to the burial. After that revenge!"—words uttered with a power of feeling, which bespoke grim resolution.Hurrying back to the bluff he entered the building, and from the pantry brought an oil-can and poured oil about in a number of different places, applying a lighted match to each.As a result, bright sheets of flame sprung up, and, in less time almost than it takes to tell it, the interior of the old rookery was on fire in several places.Then, with a wild laugh, he turned and fled from the building, and disappeared from the vicinity of the bluff.The old house was doomed.And in the doorless, windowless trap-room, where he had so unexpectedly become imprisoned, was Fritz, in the most unenviable situation one could well conceive.Captain Gregg, as we shall henceforth call him, learned of Silly Sue's death shortly after it occurred through the Irishman, who, while pretending to leave the spot, had scouted around, and lurked in the vicinity until Hartly and Mr. Thornton had departed with the body.Gregg was both alarmed and surprised when he heard the news, and immediately sought the countess for consultation.He had no idea he had done the girl anyfatal bodily injury. If she was dead, and the cause of her death came to be known, he well knew that he would be called upon to answer to the law.The countess listened to his recital of Grogan's report, the lines in her thin face growing even harder than were their wont."I feared zis," she said. "You were ver' mooch savage!""What do you advise?""Zat we remain where we be for ze present. You say zis stranger be an old enemy of yours?""Yes. Doubly so now, from a fact that he is the father of Grif's prisoner, that's locked up in the dungeon.""Humph! zis is bad! Vare be ze Dutchman?""There is no telling. Perhaps Griffith will know when he comes."But Griffith did not come.It was nearly dark in the outer world when he recovered from the terrible blow he had got from Fritz's pistol in the cave, and staggered to the inner cavern.The moment he entered it a smell of burning timbers greeted his nostrils."By Heaven! the house above is burning up, I believe!" he cried, rushing to the rope ladder and beginning to climb it rapidly.But he had only got a few feet up when it gave way, and he fell to the ground, considerably bruised."The devil's to pay now!" he muttered, angrily. "A fellow will smother down here."For a moment the young villain stood irresolute—then he approached the door of Madge Thornton's cell."Madge!" he called.There was no answer."Madge!" he shouted, in a louder tone, at the same time rattling the door, savagely."Well, what do you want?" she demanded, rising from her cot."I want to know if you want to escape from this place alive?""Why, what is the matter?""Matter enough! The old house above is burning down, and if you don't want to suffocate you must leave this place at once, with me.""Well, why don't you open the door, then?"He was unlocking the great padlock even as he spoke."I am perfectly willing to do so, and when you reveal to me the hiding-place of your father's money, which you had, when you left Leadville, you are free to go," he said, standing the doorway."Are you foolish enough to suppose for one moment, that I will reveal that?""If you don't do it, curse you, I will leave you here to suffocate!""Do so! I would cheerfully pay that penalty of my folly in ever having anything to do with you, a hundred times, rather than submit to your demands.""Then—but no! I'll release you if you'll give me half of the sum.""Not a cent, you detestable wretch.""Curses on your obstinacy! You have refused to do what is right, and you shall take the the consequences."Stepping back he reclosed the door angrily, and hastily relocked the padlock; then he left the main chamber, for the outer one, and jumped into the boat.The tide was now on the ebb, and the water was now down so that he could row out of the hole into the ocean.As soon as he got out a grand sight met his gaze.The old house on top of the bluff was in a sheet of lurid flame, lighting up the early evening, which otherwise was quite dark.Showers of sparks ascended toward the heavens, and the crackling of the dancing blaze made weird music.Pulling in to shore, Griffith Gregg leaped from the boat, and clambered up the side of the bluff.The first man he met was Thornton of Leadville, who had fastened up the hut, and hurried to the scene of the conflagration, as soon as he had discovered the light.The recognition was mutual, and each uttered a cry."At last!" the speculator cried, and he bounded forward, and seized his enemy by the throat. Gregg clinched with him, and the two men rolled to the ground, in a fierce struggle, the lurid light of the burning building lighting up the scene like unto the colored fire to some wild exciting drama.CHAPTER XIII.CONCLUSION.The struggle was short and decisive.Supple though the younger Gregg was, he was no match for the man from Leadville, and it was not long ere Mr. Thornton had his man pinned firmly beneath him, so that he could not move.By this time the villagers had arrived upon the scene, in numbers, and stood contemplating the scene, in wonder."What is the matter here?" one of them demanded, stepping forward. "Who set fire to this building?""That I am not prepared to say, as I just came," Mr. Thornton replied, "but I know that I have captured one of the worst villains living. Is there an officer of the law among you? If so, I want him to take this devil into immediate custody, and watch well that he don't escape.""I am a constable, but I must first know what charge you have against this young manof highly respected family," another villager said."Charges enough to hang him higher than Haman, if you like," the speculator cried. "He has my daughter imprisoned somewhere, in hopes of extorting money from me; he is wanted in Leadville, Colorado, for no less than three cold-blooded murders, and also for horse-theft, and I've got papers to show for it!""It's a lie! It's a mistake! This man is crazy!" young Gregg shouted. "I appeal to you for protection, gentlemen!""Protection you shall have, sir, by law, if you deserve it!" the constable replied, slipping a pair of hand-cuffs upon the young man's wrists."Now, sir"—to Mr. Thornton—"permit me to examine your papers."The speculator drew a package of documents from an inside coat-pocket, and the officer gave them a critical examination."They are all right," he said, returning them."For the present, I will leave the scoundrel in your charge—until I recover my lost daughter!" Mr. Thornton said."That you will never do, curse you!" GriffithGregg hissed, savagely. "You've sealed her doom, in tackling me, and you may as well put a mourning band around your hat.""What! do you dare to tell me my daughter is in peril, sir?""Well, that remains to be told. It is according to whether I am released or not. If not, most assuredly you will never see her or the money she stole, for if I am to answer for all the charges you have preferred against me, I can just as well add a few more, without any inconvenience.""We shall see about that. I think a rigid search will find her. Officer, remove him to a place of safety, until I determine upon a future course of action."The constable accordingly took his departure, marching the younger Gregg with him.The fire had by this time gained great headway.It leaped in great crackling volumes from the roof, and burst through the sides in fiery forks. The whole interior was a seething furnace of lurid flame, and timbers were already beginning to fall in."Where is Silly Sue?" some one cried, and the question went from mouth to mouth. "She sometimes sleeps in the old house.""Silly Sue, as you call her, is dead," Mr. Thornton announced."Dead!" the villagers exclaimed, gathering around him—"Silly Sue dead?""Yes, dead, and lies in the shanty down the road, belonging to Hal Hartly, who has gone to some neighboring town to arrange for her burial!" the speculator said. Then he related what he knew concerning the brutal whipping she had had, at the hands of Gregg senior.A murmur of indignation ran through the crowd as he spoke, and though some of the men did not cry out against the guilty man, the majority were greatly excited."Do you swear this is true?" one of the villagers cried, angrily."Ay—swear it a hundred times, if you like. If you have any doubts on the matter, it will take but a few moments to examine the poor child's form, upon which welts and bloody cuts yet remain to be seen.""Then, I for one propose we give Greyville as good as he meted out!" the man cried, whose name was Tompkins. "I always had a private idea that he was a villain, and now I need no further proof to confirm it. All in favor of hauling him out and lynching him, make manifest by saying 'I.'"There was a decisive shout among all but about ten of the men, who maintained a grim silence."Lynching is a crime, gentlemen," Mr. Thornton said, "in the East, which would render you liable. It can do no harm to give the human monster a taste of the whip, however, and then turn him over to the rigor of the law.""Perhaps you are right," Tompkins agreed. "Come along, boys! We'll teach the wretch that he must be civilized, if he will live in a civilized country!"And the sturdy villager led off, the whole crowd following in his rear with indignant faces.There was indeed a dark look-out for Captain Gregg.From his library window in the village mansion he was watching the fire, and saw the crowd march in a funeral-like procession down from the bluff along the beach toward the village.The countess saw, too, and compressed her lips tightly."Ze crisis is coming!" she hissed, sharply—so sharply that he started violently. "Ze crowdhas heard of ze girl's death, and are coming for you."He turned deathly pale; they would show him no mercy, as he had shown none to Susie, he well knew."We must escape from here, somehow!" he cried. "To submit to arrest means death—for you as well as myself.""How so?""Did you not witness the whipping without attempting to interfere?" he sneered. "They'd string you up as quick as I—especially when investigation came to prove you to be Madame Lisset, the notorious French smuggler."The woman's turn it was to whiten now, and a suppressed curse escaped from between her clinched teeth."I vas one big fool for evaire anchoring here, or having you for me agent," she replied. "Somesing must be done, and zat vera quick. What s'all it be?""There is but one course—flight. Go to my room and get all the money and jewels there. When you come back, I will be ready."She obeyed, and in a very short space of time returned, dressed ready for escape.Leaving the house by the rear door, they skulked hurriedly along a narrow lane.This soon brought them out into the country, and into an orchard.Without pausing, the chief of smugglers made a widedetour, which finally brought them out upon the beach, half a mile north of the village, and directly opposite the steamer "Countess," which lay a good two miles out at sea, at anchor.A light row-boat was drawn upon the beach. This Gregg pushed off into the water, and sprung in, the countess following him. Then, seizing the oars, he pulled with all his skill and strength toward the steamer.At the same time, a boat manned by half a dozen men, pulled out from the beach in front of the village, and this, too, was headed toward the steamer."Ha! they've suspected our dodge!" Gregg growled, on discovering the pursuit. "Curse them! I did not think discovery of our flight would be made so quickly.""Will zey reach ze boat first?""By no means. I've got the start, and the steamer is a good half a mile farther from them than us, if not more!"Let us look after Fritz.The roof of the old rookery on the bluff has just fallen in, and millions of sparks go up toward the cloudy sky.Is the young detective still within that old building?He had heard Hartly, when he ran through the house, setting fire to it, and had yelled at the top of his voice for assistance.But, either Hartly had not heard or did not heed his cries, for no assistance came.Out in the hall, which adjoined the doorless room, the flames soon began to crackle ominously, and the pungent smell of smoke crept through the wall to his nostrils.For a few moments Fritz stood transfixed with horror, as the peril of his situation began to dawn upon him.He knew by the smell that the house was on fire; he knew that if he did not make a hasty escape he would be consumed in the merciless flames.What was he to do?Really, what was there hecoulddo?He rushed about, scarcely aware what he was doing.Suddenly his foot caught upon something, and he fell violently to the floor.In all his after life he could look back with gladness upon that mishap, as it was the means of saving him from an awful death.Quickly scrambling to his feet, he searched the floor; a moment later his hand came in contact with an iron ring. Pulling upon it, he raised a trap in the floor, disclosing a large aperture leading down into another pit below, which he concluded was a cellar.Without pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped down through the hole.Anything was preferable to the horrible danger above.He landed upon his feet upon a hard bottom of the cellar into which he had leaped.In a moment thereafter there was a crash, and a portion of the rear roof over the cellar fell in.The light of the burning timbers now gave him a view of his situation.The cellar ran in under the whole of the house, and was nearly filled with boxes. The only stairway had been covered by the caving in of the floor, thus closing this avenue of escape.The caving in, in turn, had been mainly caused by the falling of a heavy girder, from the second floor.Directly in front of where Fritz had landed was a large well-like hole in the ground, that looked as if it might be very deep, and his only wonder was that he had not stepped off into it, in the darkness that had prevailed immediately after he had struck into the cellar."I vonder off dot vas a well, or ish der hole vot leads down into der cavern," he muttered, peering over the edge. "If der latter vos der case, I'm all righd, providin' I can git down. But off id vos a well, den I vos a gone sucker sure. I don'd see anydings off der rope-ladder."Looking above his head, he however, discovered where a staple had been recently drawn out of a joist, and this satisfied him that it had been where the ladder had been fastened to, and that the hole was the same that penetrated into the cavern in the bluff."Der next t'ing vas to get down dere," he muttered. "If I jump, like ash not I preak mine neck, und den I pe ash pad off ash before, of not vorse."There seemed no other way of getting down, however, and he resolved to take his chances, rather than remain in the cellar and become a target for the fallen fiery timbers.With a prayer for safety he made the uncertain leap.Down—down—down he went with a velocity that took his breath, and he knew no more, except being conscious of striking the earth with a heavy jar.When he recovered his senses he was in the outer cave, and Madge Thornton was kneeling over him, chafing his hands.The cavern was dense with smoke, and breathing was difficult.Fritz comprehended the situation at once and sat up."I vas come down like a t'ousand of bricks, eh?" he smiled, feeling of his limbs to learn if any of them were seriously damaged. "I forgot all apoud vere I vas going all at vonce. How you got oud off der dungeon?""Good luck would have it that Griffith, in his passion should have thrown the bolt of the padlock when the catch was not in, so I easily reached out my hand, drew the padlock off, and got out into the chamber," Madge replied. "What is the matter? Is the old house burning?""Yes. We must get oud off here or ve shoke to death. Off it gets too deep, I vil swim mit you t'rough dot hole."He accordingly arose to his feet, and raising her in his arms, he waded toward the aperture, and outside of the cavern, around to the southern beach, the water in the deepest place but reaching to his throat."By shimminy dunder, I feel yoost like ash if I vas tickled to death, t'ings haff turned oud so vell," Fritz cried, as he placed Madge on her feet. "A vile ago I vas ash goot ash guff up for a roasted Dutchman; now I vas oud, und so vas you, und I feel better ash a spring lamb.""Are you sure we are out of danger?""Vel, no, not eggsactly sure, but I t'ink ve pe all righd now. Yoost you sday here in der shadow off yer pluff, vile I skirmish aroundt und see vot's to pay."She accordingly did as directed, while he clambered up the side of the bluff, bent on reconnoisance.The first man and only man he met was Mr. Thornton, who had hurried back from the village to the bluff as soon as Captain Gregg was discovered missing, to keep watch in the vicinity.He uttered a cry of joy as he saw Fritz."Why, bless you, boy, I never expected to see you again!" he cried, shaking the young detective by the hand."Und you come purdy near id, too, you can bet a half-dollar, Mr. Thornton, for I yoost got oud off der building here in time to save mine vool. But I haff got your daughter, und der monish vas safe!""What! you do not tell me this for a fact, Fritz?""Vel, off I don'd misdake, it vas. Yoost vait here, und I pring you der girl. Ash to der money, she vas no fool, und put it avay vere she can get it again."He vanished, only to reappear a few minutes later, accompanied by Madge.Then followed a touching scene. The speculator received his lost daughter with open arms; there were explanations, and kisses, and tears, and laughs, and the reunion was now complete.Leaving them to their joy, let us take a concluding glance at the ocean race, which was in the meantime transpiring.The pursuers saw Gregg pull out from the shore as soon as he saw them; and they tugged at their oars with a will."Pull, boys!" Tompkins cried, from his position at the steering-oar. "See! the woman is waving her handkerchief! That is a signal to the crew on board to fire up, ready to be off.Pull—pull for your worth! We must intercept them, if possible, before they board!"The villagers did pull, with a will, and their boat fairly leaped over the water.Tompkins had guessed the truth. The countess's signal did result in the crew's raising anchor, and in unbanking the slumbering fires, for huge volumes of smoke almost immediately began to roll from the smokestacks.But, pull though they did, with almost super-human efforts, the pursuers were destined not to win.Gregg's boat reached the steamer while the villagers were yet eight minutes distant, and he and the countess clambered aboard. Then the steamer's whistle gave a defiant shriek, and the craft began to move away.As she did so, the pursuers saw a man suddenly leap overboard into the water.Pulling on, they came to him, just as he was sinking for the last time.It was Hal Hartly, and he was mortally wounded.He only spoke once after they pulled him aboard; it was to gasp out faintly:"She's doomed! I've scuttled her!"Then the blood spurted from his mouth, andhe expired, while the "Countess" steamed away to sea, and was lost from view, and Captain Gregg the smuggler was lost from the clutches of the law.What was the fate of the "Countess" is not definitely known, but she never again entered the port of Havre, nor was a soul on board of her ever afterward seen.The Philadelphia detectives who arrived the next day found no one to arrest, as those on whom suspicion could justly rest, had fled, during the night.Susie and Hal Hartly received a respectable burial, at the expense of Mr. Thornton; then, after paying Fritz as promised, the sum of five thousand dollars, the speculator set out for his Western home, accompanied by his daughter, and by Griffith Gregg, who was to go back to the scene of his crimes, for trial.With his reward money, Fritz immediately returned to Philadelphia, and soon after purchased an interest in a paying established business, where he may be seen 'most any day, when not on detective duty, or if he is out, his pretty wife Rebecca will represent him.
A FATHER'S BRUTALITY.
After the departure of Silly Sue, Fritz sunned himself until his garments were dried; then rising, he began to cast about him for something to eat.
"I don'd know better I go back mit der tavern, or not!" he mused. "I dinks dot vas an onhealthy blace, und yet I vould like somedings to ead, very bad."
Climbing to the top of the bluff, he passed the old mansion, and followed the country road for some distance, in hopes of finding an orchard or watermelon patch. And he was successful.
About a mile distant he came to a good-sized orchard, near no human habitation, and hastily made a raid on it, with the result of discovering all the luscious eating harvest apples he could carry.
Filling his pockets he made his way back to the old rookery, and sat down upon the front step to finish his meal.
"I vonder vot's pecome of der villain I kicked mit der under jaw?" he muttered.
"I t'ink I must haff dislocated 'im or I should 'a' seed him. I vonder vere der mouth off der well is, anyhow, vot dey come up t'rough. Id must pe somevere's vere der house stands, und probably hidden."
After he finished his meal on apples, he entered the old dwelling, with a view to giving it another exploration.
Passing through the lower hall, he tried each door opening off from it, but found them all locked, as before.
What they contained he could therefore not learn, except by bursting them open or unlocking them, which he had no way of doing.
Finding no success, down-stairs, he went upstairs, remembering that he had only tried the doors of part of the upper rooms, on his previous visit, the second one being the assembly chamber containing the swinging head of ill-fated Bill Budge.
He shunned this apartment now, and passed on along the corridor.
The first and second doors he tried were locked, like those below. The third door, however, was unfastened, and opening it he entereda large unfurnished apartment, containing but one window, which looked out upon the ocean.
Noticing a card tacked upon the wall, opposite the door, Fritz advanced to read what was written upon it.
But, that, he was destined never to do. Halfway across the room he got—then the floor sunk quickly beneath him, and he went down! down! down!
He had stepped upon a trap, which had evidently been prepared for occasional stragglers, and he was the unsuspecting victim, until too late to save himself.
Down! down! he went into empty space, until he struck heavily upon a hard floor, and lay for a moment in a heap, his senses partly leaving him. When he recovered consciousness, he arose to his feet. He was in utter darkness, and in a place where the air was close and stifling. What kind of a den he had fallen into he could not ascertain by looking, at least.
Later that day Mr. Granby Greyville left his handsome residence, and made his way tothe bluff, accompanied by her ladyship, the countess.
There was a terrible expression of stern resolve upon his countenance, and in his grasp he carried an ugly-looking cart-whip, which looked as if it were capable of inflicting dire pain in the hands of a human brute.
Arriving at the top of the bluff, they found Grogan, the Irish delegate, seated upon the doorstep of the old house, while, lying upon the ground, in front of him, was the girl, Sue, bound, hand and foot, but none the less defiant for that fact, as was evident by the contemptuous curl of her lip, and the indignant, wicked flash of her eyes.
A little shiver went over her, though, when she saw the countess, the man she knew as her father, and the whip he carried.
"Sure, it's mesilf as cotched her," Grogan cried, as Greyville approached. "But it's the devil's own time I had at it, bedad, an' if yez don't b'lave it ye kin look at me face. Begorra! she scratched an' bit an' fit loike tha very devil's imp she is!" and the Hibernian rubbed his torn and bruised visage dolefully.
"So you're caged, are you, my young tigress?" the smuggler captain demanded, gazing downat the girl, wrathfully. "I'll see that you never break loose hereafter!"
"Ba-aa!" the girl retorted, in contempt. "I'm not afraid of you, you ruffianly wretch, if you do carry a whip. You can whip me, pound me, stamp me into the earth, but you can't intimidate me. I'll despise and defy you to the longest day I live!"
"We shall see. I've made up my mind to cease dealing mildly with you, and instead, treat you to the harshness your foolishness demands. It's time you were broken in, and I'm going to compel you to submission to my will, and to obedience, or I'm going to kill you."
"Kill, if you like—I'll still defy you. You can not make me obey a monster like you, even though you are my father! I despise you, hate you, you inhuman wretch!"
"A good flogging will bring back your affection. By the way, I understand that by way of amusing yourself you have become the consort of a Dutch detective, and by way of furthering his game, have just been to telegraph for an additional force of the devils. Now do you know what I am going to do?"
"Any one might guess; brutal cowards always carry whips!"
"Yes, I'm going to whip you within an inch of your life. Then, if you promise me to ever after obey me, and tell me where to find the money you stole from me, I will let you go. If you refuse I'll kill you, and end the trouble! Grogan, lash her securely to yonder post!"
The Irishman obeyed by raising her and roping her to a post which had been used for a hitching-post, at some remote period.
Sue's face was very pale now, and she trembled in dread of the cruel lash.
It was not the first time she had been whipped by him, and she well knew what a merciless wretch he was.
Greyville threw off his coat now, and seized the heavy whip firmly, not a tithe of pity expressed in his stern, cruel face.
"Beg, now!" he cried. "Tell me where the money is, and promise future obedience and proper conduct, or I'll give it to you!"
"Never! I'll die first!" Sue gasped.
The next instant the wretch struck her with all his might, following one blow with another, until he had struck her twenty, the last one being upon the top of the head, with the butt of the whip.
White as death was Sue, but her eyes flashed bravely, her face was defiant—but she never uttered a moan or cry of pain.
"Now—nowmaybe you'll come to time!" the smuggler roared, more like some enraged wild beast than a human being, in his demoniac fury. "Now, will you tell and promise?"
"Never, monster!" was the low, piteous gasp, then the eyes of the poor outcast closed; she had fainted, unable longer to endure the agony.
A PITIFUL END.
The situation of Fritz was to him a decidedly gloomy one, as, owing to the impenetrable darkness his eyesight was of no use whatever. He did not know either, if it was safe to stir, as there might be another trap which he would fall into, and go headlong down into some other pit.
But he resolved to test the matter, and feel out the boundaries of his new prison at once.
Groping about, inch by inch, and trying the floor in front of him before trusting the weight of his body upon it, he soon came to a plastered wall, and concluded by that, that he still remained in the building, having probably only fallen to the first floor.
"Vel, dot don'd vas so pad ash I first expected," he muttered, feeling a little more assured. "I t'ought I vas goin' vay down to der blace vere dey manufacture fire-crackers. Der next question, ish der any outlet to dis brison, I vonder?"
Keeping his hands upon the wall, he walked several times around the dark apartment without pausing.
"Der ish not von door or vinder, nor hole of any kind!" he finally muttered. "I would not haff such a house for a gift."
The room indeed appeared to be barren of those accessories, as far as he was able to learn by the sense of feeling, and it would seem that it was thus purposely prepared for a prison.
"Vel, I guess I might as vel prepare to imitate der example off Doctor Tanner, und go vidout somedings to eat for forty years or so!" Fritz muttered, feeling of his stomach dolefully, for the apples had far from satisfied his appetite. "But, if possible, I must get oud off here, somehow, before Fox und der boys get here."
Just how he was to do it furnished him a serious subject to ponder on.
"Curse the girl! she's fainted!" the smuggler chief cried, pausing in his horrible work.
"Perhaps she is playing off, to escape punishment," the countess suggested, with a malicious smile. "The American mademoiselle is very deceitful!"
"Faint or no faint, she shall get all that her stubborn resistance demands!" Greyville growled, mercilessly, and he raised the whip and struck her another stinging blow.
"Stop! Strike that girl again and I'll kill you!" a voice cried, not far in their rear, and turning, they beheld a stranger rushing up, a pair of cocked revolvers in hand.
"Furies!" Greyville gasped, turning pale.
"Mon Dieu!what's to pay? Let's fly!" from the countess.
"No! we will stand our ground!" the smuggler hissed.
The new-comer soon stood before them, with stern, accusing gaze, and a face flushed from his run.
"Devils!" he cried, "what is the meaning of this brutal scene? Explain instantly."
It was the Leadville speculator, Thornton, who spoke, and there was grim business expressed in his tone.
"What right have you to intrude in what is none of your business?" Greyville demanded, sourly.
"Eh! I'll show you, you brutal puppy! Don't give me any of your lip, or I'll blow your brains out. Why, cuss my boots, you're as bad as the Dog Injuns on the frontier!"
"I presume I've a right to chastise my own child, sir, when her conduct deserves it!"
"That's not your child, Garry Gregg! I know you. You are the wretch I have been longing to meet these ten years!"
"You know me?" the smuggler cried, in amazement.
"Ay! I know you!" the Westerner cried. "You are the worthless devil who trapped Minnie Gray into a secret marriage years ago, and after living with her a couple of years, and abusing her, left her in poverty, to live with a woman you had previously married."
"And incurred your enmity by winning your sweetheart away from you!" Gregg sneered, mockingly.
"Be that as it may, you are responsible for a good woman's death, and you shall answer for it. Tell me, sir—is this poor child you have been beating, the daughter of Minnie Gray?"
"If you like, yes."
"Then, curse you, leave this spot at once, if you don't want me to shoot you down. I'll take care you never strike her again! Go! I say, or I'll kill you without hesitation!"
There was a stern glare in the speculator'seyes that betokened danger, and, accompanied by the countess and Grogan, the smuggler chief hurried away.
As soon as they had gone, Mr. Thornton cut the bonds that held Silly Sue to the post, and laid her tenderly down upon the soft grass.
Hurrying down to the beach, he procured some water in his hat, and returning, dashed it in her face.
But although he did this, and chafed her hands and wrists, she did not open her eyes. Her breath came in stifled gasps, and her heart beat slowly.
"By Heaven! I believe they have killed her!" Mr. Thornton muttered, feelings of terrible rage swelling within him. "The equal of this brutality is seldom, even among the red devils on the frontier. Ah! Garry Gregg, if this poor child dies, you shall pay bitterly for her life, or my name is not Thornton!"
He continued faithfully in his endeavors to bring her back to consciousness, but all to no avail.
While he was thus engaged there came sounds of rapid footsteps, and Hal Hartly dashed up, flushed and excited.
"Great Heaven! what is the matter with Susie?"he demanded, on seeing her lying on the ground, so cold and white.
"I fear she is dying, young man," Mr. Thornton replied, solemnly. "I can not restore her to consciousness. Was she anything to you, sir?"
"Indeed, yes; she was all the world to me, poor child, and we were to be married, one of these days!" Hartly replied, kneeling beside her, with tears in his eyes. "Susie! oh! Susie, my little waif, can't you look up and speak to me?"
The girl slowly opened her eyes, and gazed up at him, with a loving smile.
"Yes, Hal, I know. I am dying, Hal. Where is Fritz?"
"I don't know, darling. I have not seen him since morning."
"Well, when you see him, tell him I sent the message, and got an answer that the detectives would come."
"The detectives?"
"Yes. I went for him, to telegraph for them, and he gave me five dollars. It is in my pocket, Hal—you can have it, to get me a little, plain stone for my grave."
"But, Susie, you can't be dying—tell me what is the matter?"
"She has been cruelly beaten. I came here a few moments ago and drove off the devils, but I fear I came too late!" Mr. Thornton explained, sadly.
"It was papa, you know!" Sue added, as Hartly uttered a cry of astonishment. "He discovered the errand I had done, and had a big Irishman capture me and bring me here. Then he and the countess came, and I was tied to a stake and whipped till I fainted. They have killed me, I guess. I feel as if I am filling up inside, and something tells me I shall soon die. I hate to leave you, Hal, but I am not afraid to die. I have always said my prayers, loved the Lord, and been honest, and I know He will receive me."
The girl's childish faith and simplicity touched Mr. Thornton as well as young Hartly, and tears flowed freely.
The little outcast soon closed her eyes again, her arms about Hartly's neck, as she rested in his embrace, and a peaceful expression of contentment upon her face.
About sunset she spoke, without opening her eyes.
"Hal!" she said, softly.
"Yes, Susie," he replied; "what do you wish?"
"Not much. After I am gone burn the old house yonder, and break up the smugglers."
"Yes, Susie."
"And you'll be a good man, Hal, all your life, so you will join me in heaven?"
"I will try, dearest."
"Then kiss me good-by."
Convulsed with sobs, the grief-stricken lover obeyed, and, just as the last rays of sunset began to fade, Susie breathed her last, expiring without the least appearance of pain, and a faint, peaceful smile upon her lips.
For some moments after her death neither Hartly nor Mr. Thornton spoke, but finally the latter said:
"She has gone where she will know no more suffering or sorrow and it is perhaps better so. Is your home near by?"
"I live in a sort of hut back in the woods, and if you will lend a hand we will take her there."
The speculator assented, and Hartly procured a wide board, and laid the limp form upon it. Then raising the primitive litter between them, they left the bluff and took to the lonely country road, which they followed until they came to a rude shanty, standing in theedge of the woods. They bore their burden into the only room and deposited it upon a couple of stools.
Hartly then turned to Mr. Thornton.
"You are a stranger to us, sir," he said, "but would you kindly remain here until I can go to a neighboring town and make arrangements for her burial?"
"Certainly, my boy."
"Then I will go and send the undertakers at once to take charge of the remains. If I do not return with the undertakers, let them remove the body, and I will see you later, perhaps."
He then kissed the lips and forehead of the dead girl, and took his departure.
Once outside, his whole demeanor underwent a change.
His face became stern and hard in its expression, and his eyes gleamed with a wild light that could hardly have been pronounced sane.
"First the house!" he muttered, between his clinched teeth; "then I will see to the burial. After that revenge!"—words uttered with a power of feeling, which bespoke grim resolution.
Hurrying back to the bluff he entered the building, and from the pantry brought an oil-can and poured oil about in a number of different places, applying a lighted match to each.
As a result, bright sheets of flame sprung up, and, in less time almost than it takes to tell it, the interior of the old rookery was on fire in several places.
Then, with a wild laugh, he turned and fled from the building, and disappeared from the vicinity of the bluff.
The old house was doomed.
And in the doorless, windowless trap-room, where he had so unexpectedly become imprisoned, was Fritz, in the most unenviable situation one could well conceive.
Captain Gregg, as we shall henceforth call him, learned of Silly Sue's death shortly after it occurred through the Irishman, who, while pretending to leave the spot, had scouted around, and lurked in the vicinity until Hartly and Mr. Thornton had departed with the body.
Gregg was both alarmed and surprised when he heard the news, and immediately sought the countess for consultation.
He had no idea he had done the girl anyfatal bodily injury. If she was dead, and the cause of her death came to be known, he well knew that he would be called upon to answer to the law.
The countess listened to his recital of Grogan's report, the lines in her thin face growing even harder than were their wont.
"I feared zis," she said. "You were ver' mooch savage!"
"What do you advise?"
"Zat we remain where we be for ze present. You say zis stranger be an old enemy of yours?"
"Yes. Doubly so now, from a fact that he is the father of Grif's prisoner, that's locked up in the dungeon."
"Humph! zis is bad! Vare be ze Dutchman?"
"There is no telling. Perhaps Griffith will know when he comes."
But Griffith did not come.
It was nearly dark in the outer world when he recovered from the terrible blow he had got from Fritz's pistol in the cave, and staggered to the inner cavern.
The moment he entered it a smell of burning timbers greeted his nostrils.
"By Heaven! the house above is burning up, I believe!" he cried, rushing to the rope ladder and beginning to climb it rapidly.
But he had only got a few feet up when it gave way, and he fell to the ground, considerably bruised.
"The devil's to pay now!" he muttered, angrily. "A fellow will smother down here."
For a moment the young villain stood irresolute—then he approached the door of Madge Thornton's cell.
"Madge!" he called.
There was no answer.
"Madge!" he shouted, in a louder tone, at the same time rattling the door, savagely.
"Well, what do you want?" she demanded, rising from her cot.
"I want to know if you want to escape from this place alive?"
"Why, what is the matter?"
"Matter enough! The old house above is burning down, and if you don't want to suffocate you must leave this place at once, with me."
"Well, why don't you open the door, then?"
He was unlocking the great padlock even as he spoke.
"I am perfectly willing to do so, and when you reveal to me the hiding-place of your father's money, which you had, when you left Leadville, you are free to go," he said, standing the doorway.
"Are you foolish enough to suppose for one moment, that I will reveal that?"
"If you don't do it, curse you, I will leave you here to suffocate!"
"Do so! I would cheerfully pay that penalty of my folly in ever having anything to do with you, a hundred times, rather than submit to your demands."
"Then—but no! I'll release you if you'll give me half of the sum."
"Not a cent, you detestable wretch."
"Curses on your obstinacy! You have refused to do what is right, and you shall take the the consequences."
Stepping back he reclosed the door angrily, and hastily relocked the padlock; then he left the main chamber, for the outer one, and jumped into the boat.
The tide was now on the ebb, and the water was now down so that he could row out of the hole into the ocean.
As soon as he got out a grand sight met his gaze.
The old house on top of the bluff was in a sheet of lurid flame, lighting up the early evening, which otherwise was quite dark.
Showers of sparks ascended toward the heavens, and the crackling of the dancing blaze made weird music.
Pulling in to shore, Griffith Gregg leaped from the boat, and clambered up the side of the bluff.
The first man he met was Thornton of Leadville, who had fastened up the hut, and hurried to the scene of the conflagration, as soon as he had discovered the light.
The recognition was mutual, and each uttered a cry.
"At last!" the speculator cried, and he bounded forward, and seized his enemy by the throat. Gregg clinched with him, and the two men rolled to the ground, in a fierce struggle, the lurid light of the burning building lighting up the scene like unto the colored fire to some wild exciting drama.
CONCLUSION.
The struggle was short and decisive.
Supple though the younger Gregg was, he was no match for the man from Leadville, and it was not long ere Mr. Thornton had his man pinned firmly beneath him, so that he could not move.
By this time the villagers had arrived upon the scene, in numbers, and stood contemplating the scene, in wonder.
"What is the matter here?" one of them demanded, stepping forward. "Who set fire to this building?"
"That I am not prepared to say, as I just came," Mr. Thornton replied, "but I know that I have captured one of the worst villains living. Is there an officer of the law among you? If so, I want him to take this devil into immediate custody, and watch well that he don't escape."
"I am a constable, but I must first know what charge you have against this young manof highly respected family," another villager said.
"Charges enough to hang him higher than Haman, if you like," the speculator cried. "He has my daughter imprisoned somewhere, in hopes of extorting money from me; he is wanted in Leadville, Colorado, for no less than three cold-blooded murders, and also for horse-theft, and I've got papers to show for it!"
"It's a lie! It's a mistake! This man is crazy!" young Gregg shouted. "I appeal to you for protection, gentlemen!"
"Protection you shall have, sir, by law, if you deserve it!" the constable replied, slipping a pair of hand-cuffs upon the young man's wrists.
"Now, sir"—to Mr. Thornton—"permit me to examine your papers."
The speculator drew a package of documents from an inside coat-pocket, and the officer gave them a critical examination.
"They are all right," he said, returning them.
"For the present, I will leave the scoundrel in your charge—until I recover my lost daughter!" Mr. Thornton said.
"That you will never do, curse you!" GriffithGregg hissed, savagely. "You've sealed her doom, in tackling me, and you may as well put a mourning band around your hat."
"What! do you dare to tell me my daughter is in peril, sir?"
"Well, that remains to be told. It is according to whether I am released or not. If not, most assuredly you will never see her or the money she stole, for if I am to answer for all the charges you have preferred against me, I can just as well add a few more, without any inconvenience."
"We shall see about that. I think a rigid search will find her. Officer, remove him to a place of safety, until I determine upon a future course of action."
The constable accordingly took his departure, marching the younger Gregg with him.
The fire had by this time gained great headway.
It leaped in great crackling volumes from the roof, and burst through the sides in fiery forks. The whole interior was a seething furnace of lurid flame, and timbers were already beginning to fall in.
"Where is Silly Sue?" some one cried, and the question went from mouth to mouth. "She sometimes sleeps in the old house."
"Silly Sue, as you call her, is dead," Mr. Thornton announced.
"Dead!" the villagers exclaimed, gathering around him—"Silly Sue dead?"
"Yes, dead, and lies in the shanty down the road, belonging to Hal Hartly, who has gone to some neighboring town to arrange for her burial!" the speculator said. Then he related what he knew concerning the brutal whipping she had had, at the hands of Gregg senior.
A murmur of indignation ran through the crowd as he spoke, and though some of the men did not cry out against the guilty man, the majority were greatly excited.
"Do you swear this is true?" one of the villagers cried, angrily.
"Ay—swear it a hundred times, if you like. If you have any doubts on the matter, it will take but a few moments to examine the poor child's form, upon which welts and bloody cuts yet remain to be seen."
"Then, I for one propose we give Greyville as good as he meted out!" the man cried, whose name was Tompkins. "I always had a private idea that he was a villain, and now I need no further proof to confirm it. All in favor of hauling him out and lynching him, make manifest by saying 'I.'"
There was a decisive shout among all but about ten of the men, who maintained a grim silence.
"Lynching is a crime, gentlemen," Mr. Thornton said, "in the East, which would render you liable. It can do no harm to give the human monster a taste of the whip, however, and then turn him over to the rigor of the law."
"Perhaps you are right," Tompkins agreed. "Come along, boys! We'll teach the wretch that he must be civilized, if he will live in a civilized country!"
And the sturdy villager led off, the whole crowd following in his rear with indignant faces.
There was indeed a dark look-out for Captain Gregg.
From his library window in the village mansion he was watching the fire, and saw the crowd march in a funeral-like procession down from the bluff along the beach toward the village.
The countess saw, too, and compressed her lips tightly.
"Ze crisis is coming!" she hissed, sharply—so sharply that he started violently. "Ze crowdhas heard of ze girl's death, and are coming for you."
He turned deathly pale; they would show him no mercy, as he had shown none to Susie, he well knew.
"We must escape from here, somehow!" he cried. "To submit to arrest means death—for you as well as myself."
"How so?"
"Did you not witness the whipping without attempting to interfere?" he sneered. "They'd string you up as quick as I—especially when investigation came to prove you to be Madame Lisset, the notorious French smuggler."
The woman's turn it was to whiten now, and a suppressed curse escaped from between her clinched teeth.
"I vas one big fool for evaire anchoring here, or having you for me agent," she replied. "Somesing must be done, and zat vera quick. What s'all it be?"
"There is but one course—flight. Go to my room and get all the money and jewels there. When you come back, I will be ready."
She obeyed, and in a very short space of time returned, dressed ready for escape.
Leaving the house by the rear door, they skulked hurriedly along a narrow lane.
This soon brought them out into the country, and into an orchard.
Without pausing, the chief of smugglers made a widedetour, which finally brought them out upon the beach, half a mile north of the village, and directly opposite the steamer "Countess," which lay a good two miles out at sea, at anchor.
A light row-boat was drawn upon the beach. This Gregg pushed off into the water, and sprung in, the countess following him. Then, seizing the oars, he pulled with all his skill and strength toward the steamer.
At the same time, a boat manned by half a dozen men, pulled out from the beach in front of the village, and this, too, was headed toward the steamer.
"Ha! they've suspected our dodge!" Gregg growled, on discovering the pursuit. "Curse them! I did not think discovery of our flight would be made so quickly."
"Will zey reach ze boat first?"
"By no means. I've got the start, and the steamer is a good half a mile farther from them than us, if not more!"
Let us look after Fritz.
The roof of the old rookery on the bluff has just fallen in, and millions of sparks go up toward the cloudy sky.
Is the young detective still within that old building?
He had heard Hartly, when he ran through the house, setting fire to it, and had yelled at the top of his voice for assistance.
But, either Hartly had not heard or did not heed his cries, for no assistance came.
Out in the hall, which adjoined the doorless room, the flames soon began to crackle ominously, and the pungent smell of smoke crept through the wall to his nostrils.
For a few moments Fritz stood transfixed with horror, as the peril of his situation began to dawn upon him.
He knew by the smell that the house was on fire; he knew that if he did not make a hasty escape he would be consumed in the merciless flames.
What was he to do?
Really, what was there hecoulddo?
He rushed about, scarcely aware what he was doing.
Suddenly his foot caught upon something, and he fell violently to the floor.
In all his after life he could look back with gladness upon that mishap, as it was the means of saving him from an awful death.
Quickly scrambling to his feet, he searched the floor; a moment later his hand came in contact with an iron ring. Pulling upon it, he raised a trap in the floor, disclosing a large aperture leading down into another pit below, which he concluded was a cellar.
Without pausing to consider what he was doing, he dropped down through the hole.
Anything was preferable to the horrible danger above.
He landed upon his feet upon a hard bottom of the cellar into which he had leaped.
In a moment thereafter there was a crash, and a portion of the rear roof over the cellar fell in.
The light of the burning timbers now gave him a view of his situation.
The cellar ran in under the whole of the house, and was nearly filled with boxes. The only stairway had been covered by the caving in of the floor, thus closing this avenue of escape.
The caving in, in turn, had been mainly caused by the falling of a heavy girder, from the second floor.
Directly in front of where Fritz had landed was a large well-like hole in the ground, that looked as if it might be very deep, and his only wonder was that he had not stepped off into it, in the darkness that had prevailed immediately after he had struck into the cellar.
"I vonder off dot vas a well, or ish der hole vot leads down into der cavern," he muttered, peering over the edge. "If der latter vos der case, I'm all righd, providin' I can git down. But off id vos a well, den I vos a gone sucker sure. I don'd see anydings off der rope-ladder."
Looking above his head, he however, discovered where a staple had been recently drawn out of a joist, and this satisfied him that it had been where the ladder had been fastened to, and that the hole was the same that penetrated into the cavern in the bluff.
"Der next t'ing vas to get down dere," he muttered. "If I jump, like ash not I preak mine neck, und den I pe ash pad off ash before, of not vorse."
There seemed no other way of getting down, however, and he resolved to take his chances, rather than remain in the cellar and become a target for the fallen fiery timbers.
With a prayer for safety he made the uncertain leap.
Down—down—down he went with a velocity that took his breath, and he knew no more, except being conscious of striking the earth with a heavy jar.
When he recovered his senses he was in the outer cave, and Madge Thornton was kneeling over him, chafing his hands.
The cavern was dense with smoke, and breathing was difficult.
Fritz comprehended the situation at once and sat up.
"I vas come down like a t'ousand of bricks, eh?" he smiled, feeling of his limbs to learn if any of them were seriously damaged. "I forgot all apoud vere I vas going all at vonce. How you got oud off der dungeon?"
"Good luck would have it that Griffith, in his passion should have thrown the bolt of the padlock when the catch was not in, so I easily reached out my hand, drew the padlock off, and got out into the chamber," Madge replied. "What is the matter? Is the old house burning?"
"Yes. We must get oud off here or ve shoke to death. Off it gets too deep, I vil swim mit you t'rough dot hole."
He accordingly arose to his feet, and raising her in his arms, he waded toward the aperture, and outside of the cavern, around to the southern beach, the water in the deepest place but reaching to his throat.
"By shimminy dunder, I feel yoost like ash if I vas tickled to death, t'ings haff turned oud so vell," Fritz cried, as he placed Madge on her feet. "A vile ago I vas ash goot ash guff up for a roasted Dutchman; now I vas oud, und so vas you, und I feel better ash a spring lamb."
"Are you sure we are out of danger?"
"Vel, no, not eggsactly sure, but I t'ink ve pe all righd now. Yoost you sday here in der shadow off yer pluff, vile I skirmish aroundt und see vot's to pay."
She accordingly did as directed, while he clambered up the side of the bluff, bent on reconnoisance.
The first man and only man he met was Mr. Thornton, who had hurried back from the village to the bluff as soon as Captain Gregg was discovered missing, to keep watch in the vicinity.
He uttered a cry of joy as he saw Fritz.
"Why, bless you, boy, I never expected to see you again!" he cried, shaking the young detective by the hand.
"Und you come purdy near id, too, you can bet a half-dollar, Mr. Thornton, for I yoost got oud off der building here in time to save mine vool. But I haff got your daughter, und der monish vas safe!"
"What! you do not tell me this for a fact, Fritz?"
"Vel, off I don'd misdake, it vas. Yoost vait here, und I pring you der girl. Ash to der money, she vas no fool, und put it avay vere she can get it again."
He vanished, only to reappear a few minutes later, accompanied by Madge.
Then followed a touching scene. The speculator received his lost daughter with open arms; there were explanations, and kisses, and tears, and laughs, and the reunion was now complete.
Leaving them to their joy, let us take a concluding glance at the ocean race, which was in the meantime transpiring.
The pursuers saw Gregg pull out from the shore as soon as he saw them; and they tugged at their oars with a will.
"Pull, boys!" Tompkins cried, from his position at the steering-oar. "See! the woman is waving her handkerchief! That is a signal to the crew on board to fire up, ready to be off.Pull—pull for your worth! We must intercept them, if possible, before they board!"
The villagers did pull, with a will, and their boat fairly leaped over the water.
Tompkins had guessed the truth. The countess's signal did result in the crew's raising anchor, and in unbanking the slumbering fires, for huge volumes of smoke almost immediately began to roll from the smokestacks.
But, pull though they did, with almost super-human efforts, the pursuers were destined not to win.
Gregg's boat reached the steamer while the villagers were yet eight minutes distant, and he and the countess clambered aboard. Then the steamer's whistle gave a defiant shriek, and the craft began to move away.
As she did so, the pursuers saw a man suddenly leap overboard into the water.
Pulling on, they came to him, just as he was sinking for the last time.
It was Hal Hartly, and he was mortally wounded.
He only spoke once after they pulled him aboard; it was to gasp out faintly:
"She's doomed! I've scuttled her!"
Then the blood spurted from his mouth, andhe expired, while the "Countess" steamed away to sea, and was lost from view, and Captain Gregg the smuggler was lost from the clutches of the law.
What was the fate of the "Countess" is not definitely known, but she never again entered the port of Havre, nor was a soul on board of her ever afterward seen.
The Philadelphia detectives who arrived the next day found no one to arrest, as those on whom suspicion could justly rest, had fled, during the night.
Susie and Hal Hartly received a respectable burial, at the expense of Mr. Thornton; then, after paying Fritz as promised, the sum of five thousand dollars, the speculator set out for his Western home, accompanied by his daughter, and by Griffith Gregg, who was to go back to the scene of his crimes, for trial.
With his reward money, Fritz immediately returned to Philadelphia, and soon after purchased an interest in a paying established business, where he may be seen 'most any day, when not on detective duty, or if he is out, his pretty wife Rebecca will represent him.