The Rambler Club on the Texas border

“Honestly, fellows, I can hardly keep from shouting hip, hip, hurrah--rah, rah, rah, all the time. Just think, here we are, out for adventure. Yes, I’ve got to let it go. Rah, r...

The crowd had arrived in the Lone Star State only a few days before. Traveling by rail, they reached a little town on the Rio Grande, visited the company headquarters of the Tex...

The importance of the little Texas town on the Rio Grande could not in justice be estimated by the size of its population. Situated in a thriving agricultural district, and near...

The moon had risen and was casting a pale, greenish radiance over the picturesque little town, when the seven, who had been seated on the spacious veranda of a restaurant, reluc...

The impetuous Tom, quite as indignant as though the ranch-house were his own private property, was about to act upon his own suggestion, when Don hastily voiced an emphatic prot...

Though the sun had risen some distance above the horizon, streamers of grayish mist still hung low over the landscape, completely blotting from view the hills beyond the Rio. Bu...

He was a very tall Texan, a man over six feet in height, correspondingly broad, and possessing a pair of stern-looking gray eyes which matched well the stern, determined lines o...

In the little settlement on the Rio Grande, situated at the terminus of the short line of railroad, the five encountered a Mexican, who, for a few coins, piloted them to a place...

Early next afternoon a lone horseman rode slowly into the plaza. Both the appearance of horse and rider gave evidence of a long hard journey. The man’s sunburned face, shadowed...

The audience was a noisy, talkative one. A constant jabbering of tongues sounded on all sides; laughter rang out at frequent intervals, and the pianist, sitting opposite the boy...

A breezy day, white clouds skimming over an expanse of the purest blue, a vast rolling country stretching off and off until it cut in faint, grayish tones against the sky, and i...

With all the skill and celerity which long experience had given them, the Rangers began their preparations for the long hours before them. The boys, too, got busy. Immediately a...

The boys in the little Mexican town, on the day following their meeting with Jimmy Raymond, “the boy pianist,” as Tom called him, began to see trouble. The air of peace and tran...

The sight drove all thoughts of the raging storm from Bob Somers’ mind. Directly in the path of the headlong rush of fear-stricken animals they were in imminent danger of being...

In the silence of the night the reports of the rifle shots sounded extraordinarily near. To Dave, Sam and Don it seemed as though the firing was right at hand; yet there could b...

Tom Clifton, ever watchful, had discovered the stampeded mustangs just an instant before Bob Somers shouted his warning. Nearer the center of the onrushing steeds, however, the...

Only Tom Clifton’s presence of mind saved him from taking a headlong plunge down the slope. He had just managed to slide nimbly over the mustang’s neck when a veritable pile of...

Of course, in that section of the country it was the most natural thing in the world to come across roaming cattle; though the thought instantly suggested itself to Tom that to...

“Business, Jimmy!” came the terse answer. “Our fellows have been a-lookin’ fer ye; so has the Texas Rangers, to say nothin’ o’ Jake Raigan the sheriff--but what made ye come? Wa...

A Constitutionalist cavalry force, numbering several thousand, under cover of darkness had formed a ring of steel to the west and south. And while the inhabitants, lulled to a s...

“Good-morning, Cranny,” he exclaimed, in as even a tone as the terrific jolting he had received would allow. “I never was more pleased to see anybody in my life. We’ve come to g...

“Isn’t this just about the finest thing that ever happened!” broke in Jimmy, his face radiant with joy. “Why! I thought two of you chaps were miles and miles away!”

It was too much for the lad to stand philosophically. The nerve-racking events through which he had recently passed; the unexpected dash for the American side; the bitter feelin...

Dave Brandon, lolling in the grass close by, nodded. “I have that policeman feeling, too,” he drawled. “It’s becoming a settled habit with me to be on the constant lookout for c...

For three days the detail of Texas Rangers under command of Sergeant Howell had been encamped near the shores of the Rio Grande. They were surrounded by a wilderness of precipit...

Stopping with a suddenness that sent the horses back on their haunches, the men made no attempt to draw their weapons. After the first instant of stunning surprise, they seemed...