Frank Allen at Gold Fork; or, Locating the lost claim

"I sure wonder what he's prowling around Rockspur ranch-house for, and on a moonlight night, at that. But, Frank, it isn't our old enemy, Nash Yesson, is it?" cried Lanky Wallac...

It reached the ears of Hoptoad Atkins, the smallest rustler in the Rockspur bunch, as he was emerging from the bunk-house to see what the weather promised for the morning, he ha...

Lanky Wallace apparently could find no words to express the feeling of horror that gripped his heart. Never did any boy have a dearer mother than his own "Mom." No wonder the po...

Frank Allen was not one to give up easily. He continued to strive to free the snared foot, his efforts being accentuated by the fierce heat of the roaring furnace that ate its w...

He looked at Minnie, as though wondering whether she would back the older lady up in that astounding assertion. One prairie rattler would be bad enough, but to speak of a whole...

Lanky thereupon blew out the lamp, and the three boys found themselves in vague darkness. The late rising moon was above the horizon, but the western side of the ranch house was...

Frank had a sensation almost of panic, hardly knowing what had happened. Paul, on his part, involuntarily ducked down, as if under the impression that the runt outside had hurle...

"By hokey!" Jerry ejaculated, mightily interested in the age-stained paper. "Sure I've seen thet thar figgerin', 'fore now! Yep! It seems like I kin' 'member ole Josh Kinney bot...

Knowing the magnitude of the journey they had before them, the adventurers did not intend to make any attempt at speed. They must preserve the strength of their mounts for the h...

The loud talking of the two boys and the flight of the flock of scavengers--of all but that lone captive--soon attracted the attention of the other members of the party.

Hearing these words shouted suddenly by Frank, Lanky Wallace turned in his saddle. Seeing Paul's peril, he drew his unwilling pony's head around, and commenced to gallop back ag...

It was a scene of the wildest commotion, as the almost continually flashing lightning depicted. The three boys had it seared on their minds so that they would never forget the t...

What had actually happened to Frank Allen might easily be termed tragedy. What made it all the stranger was the fact that he owed it to the frantic eagerness of his pony to esca...

"That sounds bad to me," Frank told himself, as he listened to the long-drawn howls of the carniverous wolves, echoing so drearily along the side of the mountain. "Seems like th...

"Come as quick as you can--nearly all in, and feel like I'm going to--faint, you know. Think of _me_, Lanky Wallace, actin' like that! But--it's awful--being turned upside-down...

"There! They're off, flying," said Paul, "each starting with a queer little jump that sends the big bird up several feet before its wings begin to carry it. Always liked to watc...

"Follow me!" With the words the agile and energetic Lanky was already half-way through the window. This had no sash, time having relieved it of both glass and frames, leaving on...

What he said caused both the others to drop down to the floor and crawl forward until they could look out. This was easily done, for the reason that not a single pane of glass r...

"Frank, do you reckon he guessed we were squatting up here and means to give us a chance to be roasted?" asked the now thoroughly alarmed Paul, not so capable of meeting trouble...

"Hardly that, Lanky. So far we haven't felt any movement to the mountain here. That wind, though, is whipping things something fierce. See that big branch of a cedar tree going...

No longer did Lanky feel that sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach at having the solid ground underfoot heaving and grumbling. So, almost unconsciously, he had shrieked...

"It's a risky thing to do, Lanky. But, for one, I don't want to go back like a whipped cur, just because of a lone cat! Wait a minute! I've got an idea that may pay."

"That's bully news you're giving me, Frank!" exclaimed Lanky Wallace, as he impulsively gripped the hand of his loyal chum and squeezed it. "Let's get busy and try to locate Kin...

With Minnie was no other than the ranch foreman, Lige Smith. Apparently Lige was mighty well pleased because that shot of his had taken the wind out of the sails of the persiste...