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The Missing Pocket-Book; Or, Tom Mason's Luck

FORT WORTH, August 5, 18--. One hundred and seventy-five thousand head of cattle are being slowly drifted and driven from the drought-parched sections of Northwestern Texas into Jacks County, along the waters of the West Fork of Trinity. The herders who accompany them demand t...

Chapters

18. CHAPTER XVIII. CONCLUSION.

When Coyote Bill and Jack had disappeared, and a glance in the direction Henderson had gone showed me that he also had vanished, I began to think about myself. I was alone on th...

16. CHAPTER XVI. A RAID BY THE COMANCHES.

The thing I was revolving in my own mind was this: Should I go all by myself and warn the boys who were herding cattle on the plains, and so run the risk of being captured or sh...

1. CHAPTER I. RIGHT IN THE MIDST OF IT.

FORT WORTH, August 5, 18--. One hundred and seventy-five thousand head of cattle are being slowly drifted and driven from the drought-parched sections of Northwestern Texas into...

13. CHAPTER XIII. HENDERSON MEETS COYOTE BILL.

“Yes, that is the name I go by now,” said Coyote Bill, grinning when he saw Henderson’s expression of astonishment. “What my other name is no one in this country knows. Whenever...

15. CHAPTER XV. TOM GETS SOME MONEY.

I have often quoted our leader as saying that Mr. Wallace was a man whom he could afford to trust, seeing that he had the handling of a thousand dollars or two of his money. In...

17. CHAPTER XVII. MY FRIEND THE OUTLAW.

“Well, this bangs me completely,” thought I, as I shouldered my bundle and stumbled along behind my leader through the darkness. “But I would like to know if any white man has e...

11. CHAPTER XI. HENDERSON IN NEW BUSINESS.

“I will get even with you for this. Bob is not your son, and I will see that you don’t adopt him, either. Whenever I see a notice of your death--and you can’t live forever--I wi...

8. CHAPTER VIII. TOM’S LUCK.

It was just such a night as you would take if you wanted to go a-fishing. The moon shone down on us through a thick haze, such as we had seen many a night since our arrival on t...

14. CHAPTER XIV. PROVING THE WILL.

When Clifford Henderson turned his nag and galloped away from us, he was about the maddest man I ever saw mounted on horseback. When I said away from “us,” I mean from the three...

4. CHAPTER IV. ELAM’S POOR MARKSMANSHIP.

“Coyote Bill!” I kept repeating to myself. That name had probably been given to him by the Texans on account of his being so sneaking and sly--so sly that none of the men he had...

9. CHAPTER IX. HENDERSON IS ASTONISHED.

“It’s gone,” said Tom disconsolately, “and I am left here flat on my back. I could have taken my oath that the pocket-book was hidden somewhere about that bed. What do you suppo...

3. CHAPTER III. ’RASTUS JOHNSON.

Having no wish to pry into Mr. Davenport’s affairs any further than he was willing to reveal them to us, we did not question the invalid, although there were some points in his...

10. CHAPTER X. OFF FOR AUSTIN.

What Bob Davenport thought when he saw me waving that pocket-book to him, I don’t know. I held it extended in my left hand and tapped it with my right as if to say, “Here’s your...

5. CHAPTER V. THE WEST FORK OF TRINITY.

While Mr. Davenport was speaking I noticed that Bob got up and settled down close by his father as he sat on the bunk, and placed his left arm around his neck. He meant to assur...

12. CHAPTER XII. HE DOES NOT SUCCEED.

“Halt! Clifford Henderson, I know you!” shouted the tutor, in a stentorian voice, as he threw off the bedclothes and started on a furious race for the intruder. “I know you, and...

7. CHAPTER VII. TOM HAS AN IDEA.

“The first thing I have struck here is a receipt for $23.40 paid to Lemuel Bailley, dated October 23, 18--. Why, that’s a long time before the drought came,” said Mr. Chisholm,...

6. CHAPTER VI. MR. DAVENPORT’S POCKET-BOOK.

“It is too late for them to begin a fight now,” said Bob, with a long-drawn sigh of satisfaction. “Here’s water enough in abundance and grass enough to last the stock for a day...

2. CHAPTER II. MR. DAVENPORT’S SECRET.

The nearer we approached to the ranch the more like a home place it looked to us, the only thing that did not appear natural being the hayracks that were usually piled up for th...