Category: Short Stories
Copyright 1908, 1909, 1910 by THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright 1910 by THE S. S. MCCLURE COMPANY Copyright 1911 by THE PHILLIPS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright 1911 by DESMOND FITZGERALD, INC.
Tommy stalked into the manager’s office next forenoon, a very solemn and very determined, if a short and somewhat dirty figure. He was white under his freckles, and he talked th...
9. Part 9The winter arrived in the wake of a norther. It blustered for a fortnight, then set in to be bitterly cold. Bowallopus fared well, and grew ever more malignant and furtive. One...
3. Part 3The family home was a simple affair, such as the original families of human kind might have begun life with. Anything provided with an olfactor could ascertain its propinquity a...
7. Part 7“Well, old girl,” he said, as he ambled away from headquarters three days later, with Shiela beside him, “here’s your one chance to wipe out your little slip. A lot of us humans...
5. Part 5Come-a-Seven inherited all the hardiness of his race--indeed, in later years, Reb vowed that he was tougher’n the oldest man in the world. Half an hour after his advent into thi...
6. Part 6With a final spurt and shout the veteran puncher wheeled and came to a standstill, regarding the smashing run of the big steer with a smile of admiration. The red-and-white was...
2. Part 2Nearly a score of punchers equipped themselves to earn the reward. Some failed even to get trace of the band; others trailed them for days, but never came in sight; Dick, Bob Sa...
8. Part 8He gaped, then squeezed the mighty muscles of Big John’s shoulder and laughed. All this fuss about a cow--one forlorn dun cow. The puncher grinned in his turn, shuffling his fee...
4. Part 4Facing him was the man on the bay. His mount stood with feet braced, sitting back on the rope, and he and his rider were quite collected and cool and prepared. The sorrel’s eyes...
1. Part 1Copyright 1908, 1909, 1910 by THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright 1910 by THE S. S. MCCLURE COMPANY Copyright 1911 by THE PHILLIPS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright 1911 by DESMO...
11. Part 11He scratched my ears and rubbed my head lightly between the eyes. All the while, he talked to me in a low tone, with a sort of laugh behind it. Chappo was a small man, no higher...