I. A COMPACT OF RASCALS. 5 II. DAYS OF RETRIBUTION. 12 III. THE MAP VANISHES. 24 IV. THE NIGHT WATCH. 34 V. WILEY'S DISAPPEARANCE. 54 VI. WILEY MEETS MISS FORTUNE. 70 VII. A STARTLING TELEGRAM. 79 VIII. FELIPE DULZURA. 90 IX. WHAT THE MONK TOLD THEM. 104 X. THREE IN A TRAP. 112 XI. RUFFIANS AT ODDS. 122 XII. A LIVELY FISTIC BOUT. 136 XIII. MACKLYN MORGAN APPEARS. 148 XIV. THE MESSENGER. 157 XV. A DESPERATE SITUATION. 172 XVI. CROWFOOT MAKES MEDICINE. 184 XVII. HOW THE MEDICINE WORKED. 190 XVIII. A BUNCH OF PRISONERS. 195 XIX. THE VALLEY OF DESOLATION. 206 XX. THE FINDING OF THE BABES. 220 XXI. THE LOTTERY OF DEATH. 227 XXII. AN ACT OF TREACHERY. 244 XXIII. NEW RICHES PROMISED. 259 XXIV. WHAT HAPPENED TO DICK. 272 XXV. HOW WAS IT DONE? 286 XXVI. FORCED TO WRITE. 296 XXVII. COMPLETE TRIUMPH. 303 FRANK MERRIWELL'S TRIUMPH. CHAPTER I. A COMPACT OF RASCALS. They were dangerous-looking men, thirty of them in all, armed to the teeth. They looked like unscrupulous fellows who would hesitate at no desperate deed. Some of them had bad records, and yet they had served Frank Merriwell faithfully in guarding his mine, the Queen Mystery, against those who tried to wrest it from him by force and fraud. Frank had called these men together, and he now stood on his doorstep in Mystery Valley, Arizona, looking them over. Bart Hodge, Frank's college chum and companion in many adventures, was behind him in the doorway. Little Abe, a hunchback boy whom Merriwell had rescued from ruffians at a mining camp and befriended for some time, peered from the cabin. Merry smiled pleasantly as he surveyed the men. "Well, boys," he said, "the time has come when I shall need your services no longer." Some of them stirred restlessly and looked regretful. "To tell you the truth," Frank went on, "I am genuinely sorry to part with you. You have served me well. But I need you no more. My enemies have been defeated, and the courts have recognized my rightful claim to this property. You fought for me when it was necessary. You risked your lives for me." "That's what we is paid for, Mr. Merriwell," said Tombstone Phil, the leader. "We tries to earn our money."