CONTENTS


[ PART I. ]
[ CHAPTER I. ] BILLY BYRNE
[ CHAPTER II. ] SHANGHAIED
[ CHAPTER III. ] THE CONSPIRACY
[ CHAPTER IV. ] PIRACY
[ CHAPTER V. ] LARRY DIVINE UNMASKED
[ CHAPTER VI. ] THE MUCKER AT BAY
[ CHAPTER VII. ] THE TYPHOON
[ CHAPTER VIII. ] THE WRECK OF THE “HALFMOON”
[ CHAPTER IX. ] ODA YORIMOTO
[ CHAPTER X. ] BARBARA CAPTURED BY HEAD-HUNTERS
[ CHAPTER XI. ] THE VILLAGE OF YOKA
[ CHAPTER XII. ] THE FIGHT IN THE PALACE
[ CHAPTER XIII. ] A GENTLEMAN OF FRANCE
[ CHAPTER XIV. ] THE MUCKER SEES A NEW LIGHT
[ CHAPTER XV. ] THE RESCUE
[ CHAPTER XVI. ] THE SUPREME SACRIFICE
[ CHAPTER XVII. ] HOME AGAIN
[ CHAPTER XVIII. ] THE GULF BETWEEN
[ PART II. ]
[ CHAPTER I. ] THE MURDER TRIAL
[ CHAPTER II. ] THE ESCAPE
[ CHAPTER III. ] "FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD”
[ CHAPTER IV. ] ON THE TRAIL.
[ CHAPTER V. ] ONE TURN DESERVES ANOTHER
[ CHAPTER VI. ] "BABY BANDITS”
[ CHAPTER VII. ] IN PESITA'S CAMP
[ CHAPTER VIII. ] BILLY'S FIRST COMMAND
[ CHAPTER IX. ] BARBARA IN MEXICO
[ CHAPTER X. ] BILLY CRACKS A SAFE
[ CHAPTER XI. ] BARBARA RELEASES A CONSPIRATOR
[ CHAPTER XII. ] BILLY TO THE RESCUE
[ CHAPTER XIII. ] BARBARA AGAIN
[ CHAPTER XIV. ] 'TWIXT LOVE AND DUTY
[ CHAPTER XV. ] AN INDIAN'S TREACHERY
[ CHAPTER XVI. ] EDDIE MAKES GOOD
[ CHAPTER XVII. ] "YOU ARE MY GIRL!”


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PART I.

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CHAPTER I. BILLY BYRNE

BILLY BYRNE was a product of the streets and alleys of Chicago's great West Side. From Halsted to Robey, and from Grand Avenue to Lake Street there was scarce a bartender whom Billy knew not by his first name. And, in proportion to their number which was considerably less, he knew the patrolmen and plain clothes men equally as well, but not so pleasantly.

His kindergarten education had commenced in an alley back of a feed-store. Here a gang of older boys and men were wont to congregate at such times as they had naught else to occupy their time, and as the bridewell was the only place in which they ever held a job for more than a day or two, they had considerable time to devote to congregating.

They were pickpockets and second-story men, made and in the making, and all were muckers, ready to insult the first woman who passed, or pick a quarrel with any stranger who did not appear too burly. By night they plied their real vocations. By day they sat in the alley behind the feedstore and drank beer from a battered tin pail.