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THE YOUNG RANCHERS
THE YOUNG RANCHERS
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CONTENTS.
I. DANGER AHEAD
II. THE VOICELESS FRIEND
III. COMPANIONS IN PERIL
IV. TIM BROPHY'S DISCOVERY
V. LEAVING THE RANCH
VI. "TIMOTHY BROPHY, ESQ., AT YOUR SERVICE"
VII. STIRRING TIMES
VIII. STARCUS
IX. ON THE BANK OF A STREAM
X. BENT ARM AND HIS BAND
XI. AT BAY
XII. FACING WESTWARD
XIII. IN THE FRINGE OF THE WOODS
XIV. TURNED BACK
XV. MISSING
XVI. A THIEF OF THE NIGHT
XVII. THROUGH THE WOOD
XVIII. NIGHT AND MORNING
XIX. A STARTLING SURPRISE
XX. A RUN FOR LIFE
XXI. AWAY WE GO!
XXII. ON FOOT
XXIII. DOWN!
XXIV. THE FRIEND IN NEED
XXV. THE PRAIRIE DUEL
XXVI. ON THE GROUND
XXVII. A GOOD SAMARITAN
XXVIII. THE LONE HORSEMAN
XXIX. A BREAK FOR FREEDOM
XXX. COMRADES AGAIN
XXXI. THE LAST HOPE
XXXII. AWAY! AWAY!
XXXIII. BREAD CAST UPON THE WATERS
CHAPTER I.
DANGER AHEAD.
There was snow in the air. Warren Starr had felt it ever since meridian,
though not a flake had fallen, and the storm might be delayed for hours
yet to come. There was no mistaking the dull leaden sky, the chill in
the atmosphere, and that dark, increasing gloom which overspreads the
heavens at such times.
Young Warren was a fine specimen of the young hunter, though he had not
yet passed his nineteenth year. His home was in South Dakota, and he was
now on his return from Fort Meade, at the eastern foot of the Black
Hills, and had fully twenty miles to travel, though the sun was low in
the horizon, as he well knew, even if it was veiled by the snow vapor.
His father's ranch lay to the north of the Big Cheyenne, and the son was
familiar with every foot of the ground, having traversed it many a time,
not only on his visits to the fort, but in the numerous hunting
excursions of which he was so fond. He could have made the journey by
night, when no moon was in the sky, had there been need of doing so, but
he decided that it was better to give his pony the rest he required, and
to push on at an early hour the next morning. He had eaten nothing since
the noon halt, and his youth and vigor gave him a powerful appetite, but
he had learned long before that one of the first requisites of the
hunter is to learn to endure cold, heat, hunger, and hardship
unmurmuringly.
I. DANGER AHEAD
II. THE VOICELESS FRIEND
III. COMPANIONS IN PERIL
IV. TIM BROPHY'S DISCOVERY
V. LEAVING THE RANCH
VI. "TIMOTHY BROPHY, ESQ., AT YOUR SERVICE"
VII. STIRRING TIMES
VIII. STARCUS
IX. ON THE BANK OF A STREAM
X. BENT ARM AND HIS BAND
XI. AT BAY
XII. FACING WESTWARD
XIII. IN THE FRINGE OF THE WOODS
XIV. TURNED BACK
XV. MISSING
XVI. A THIEF OF THE NIGHT
XVII. THROUGH THE WOOD
XVIII. NIGHT AND MORNING
XIX. A STARTLING SURPRISE
XX. A RUN FOR LIFE
XXI. AWAY WE GO!
XXII. ON FOOT
XXIII. DOWN!
XXIV. THE FRIEND IN NEED
XXV. THE PRAIRIE DUEL
XXVI. ON THE GROUND
XXVII. A GOOD SAMARITAN
XXVIII. THE LONE HORSEMAN
XXIX. A BREAK FOR FREEDOM
XXX. COMRADES AGAIN
XXXI. THE LAST HOPE
XXXII. AWAY! AWAY!
XXXIII. BREAD CAST UPON THE WATERS
CHAPTER I.
DANGER AHEAD.
There was snow in the air. Warren Starr had felt it ever since meridian,
though not a flake had fallen, and the storm might be delayed for hours
yet to come. There was no mistaking the dull leaden sky, the chill in
the atmosphere, and that dark, increasing gloom which overspreads the
heavens at such times.
Young Warren was a fine specimen of the young hunter, though he had not
yet passed his nineteenth year. His home was in South Dakota, and he was
now on his return from Fort Meade, at the eastern foot of the Black
Hills, and had fully twenty miles to travel, though the sun was low in
the horizon, as he well knew, even if it was veiled by the snow vapor.
His father's ranch lay to the north of the Big Cheyenne, and the son was
familiar with every foot of the ground, having traversed it many a time,
not only on his visits to the fort, but in the numerous hunting
excursions of which he was so fond. He could have made the journey by
night, when no moon was in the sky, had there been need of doing so, but
he decided that it was better to give his pony the rest he required, and
to push on at an early hour the next morning. He had eaten nothing since
the noon halt, and his youth and vigor gave him a powerful appetite, but
he had learned long before that one of the first requisites of the
hunter is to learn to endure cold, heat, hunger, and hardship
unmurmuringly.
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