Category: Adventure

Red Mesa

Above a timbered valley in the southwest rises a towering wall of gorgeous cliffs such as only Arizona can produce. Their rock pinnacles are banded with color--red strata, ochre, blue, green, and white--all in wavy horizontal lines like layer cake. These long walls were scoure...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I

Above a timbered valley in the southwest rises a towering wall of gorgeous cliffs such as only Arizona can produce. Their rock pinnacles are banded with color--red strata, ochre...

2. CHAPTER II

The young man who made this ejaculation, and in a most discouraged tone, too, was slender and wiry, with sandy reddish hair surmounting a Scotch cast of features. His face was f...

3. CHAPTER III

Leaving Big John and Niltci hard at work making pemmican from the cougar and deer meat, and bags of pinole or parched corn meal from corn purchased at a near-by Apache encampmen...

4. CHAPTER IV

In a lather of foam the four horses raced in to the deserted Papago village. ’Dobe houses with small blunt chimneys dotted the hillside, but there was not so much as a dog in si...

5. CHAPTER V

Across a bare and sandy divide wallowed and crunched a weary party of horses, men, and dogs. Bare and desolate mountains surrounded them, and one rose in sheer gray granite, cap...

6. CHAPTER VI

That torrential outburst which raged out from the Apache chief seemed to scorch and wither with shame the young Indian buck who stood beside Sid. The chief was upbraiding him in...

7. CHAPTER VII

It was perhaps an hour after Sid and his Apache captors had gone by that Blaze finally came to. The dog moaned feebly; then he tried to rise to his feet. An aching, burning pain...

8. CHAPTER VIII

Bearing the water jug for Sid’s pony, Hano descended that sulphur-fumed tunnel up which he had led the white boy not three hours before. It was now late in the afternoon; it wou...

9. CHAPTER IX

Sid whirled swiftly, after Hano had gone. The slight swaying of a medicine skin--the pelt of an albino big-horn--told him where the opening to the tunnel was. Lifting it aside,...

10. CHAPTER X

As the Mexican rifles whipped and sang in the crags sheep after sheep staggered and fell. Hano’s eyes blazed with indignation. At least six of these white-clad Mexicanos were up...

11. CHAPTER XI

“We’re still worrying about him, John,” replied Sid seriously. “He got away. The chief’s arrow took him just as he was about to pull trigger on you, but I think that loose serap...

12. CHAPTER XII

As Sid’s scattered wits returned to connected thought, after the first few moments following that stunning detonation, his mind and his hopes went out first to Scotty. How _coul...