"Haul him out, Nagger, old boy!" cried Slone, and he dug spurs into the black. One plunge of Nagger's slid the stallion out of the sand. Snorting, wild, blinded, Wildfire got up, shaking in every limb. He could not see his enemies. The blowing smoke, right in his nose, made scent impossible. But ...
Purple haze began to thicken in the timbered notches. Gray foothills, round and billowy, rolled down from the higher country. They were smooth, sweeping, with long velvety slopes and isolated patches of aspens that blazed in autumn gold. Splotches of red vine colored the soft gray of sage. Old Wh...
"Eighty-seven--and that's aplenty," he announced. "Dad, cattle were selling at thirty dollars on the hoof last spring. They'll fetch more now. What'll you do with all that money?" "Lord--son," panted Logan, wiping his grimy face, "after I square myself with your mother and you all, not forgetting...
From time to time I have read short stories and magazine articles which have been published about Elizabeth Zane and her famous exploit; but they are unreliable in some particulars, which is owing, no doubt, to the singularly meagre details available in histories of our western border. For a hund...
WORLD-RECORD TIGER SHARK, 1036 POUNDS 2. LEAPING GREEN FOX THRESHER SHARK 3. SHOWING THE PECULIAR BUILD OF THIS RARE SPECIES--ONLY ONE EVER CAPTURED 4. THE GREAT LEAPING MAKO (I) 5. THE GREAT LEAPING MAKO (II) 6. THE GREAT LEAPING MAKO (III) 7. THE GREAT LEAPING MAKO (IV) 8. AUSTRALIAN-RECORD BLA...
THE PRIZE. II. THE HOME OF THE TARPON. III. AN INDIAN BOATMAN. IV. AT THE JUNGLE RIVER. V. THE FIRST CAMP. VI. WILDERNESS LIFE. VII. RUNNING THE RAPIDS. VIII. THE FIRST TIGER-CAT. IX. IN THE WHITE WATER. X. LOST!. XI. AN ARMY OF SNAKES. XII. CATCHING STRANGE FISH. XIII. A TURKEY-HUNT. XIV. A FIGH...
Ball players fight out rivalries even in their charities. Cas glanced grandly down on the Dude, and then passed to Havil. "The pot 's opened for five," he said to Havil. Next to shooting shot, Havil liked best a game of poker. In a flash he had contributed to the growing fund. " I 'm in, and it c...
It was not a vigorous offspring of the redoubtable Jennie, champion of all the numberless burros he had driven in his desert-prospecting years. He could not leave it there to die. Surely it was not strong enough to follow its mother. And to kill it was beyond him. "Poor little devil!" soliloquize...
Swift too," observed Larry. "Gosh, you mean this heah is tidewater?" queried Red. "It must be. Friday said it was salt water." "Friday, go alonga see how deep mud," said Sterl. Ankle-deep the black waded some rods out, and then began to sink in deeper and deeper until he was over his knees. "Even...
"What's all the fun about?" she inquired. "Wal now, Miss Lucy!" ejaculated Denmeade, rising and actually taking off his hat. Then he seized her hand in his big rough ones and beamed down on her, his brown grizzled face as rugged as the bark of a pine, yet expressive of the deepest feeling. "Wal, ...
These simple homes of farmers seemed lost on an immensity of soft gray and golden billows of land, insignificant dots here and there on distant hills, so far apart that nature only seemed accountable for those broad squares of alternate gold and brown, extending on and on to the waving horizon-li...
"Be ready in about an hour." Janey went to her room. Phillip had been quite businesslike. She had fancied he would take her for a long ride someday, which would give him better opportunity to make off with her. Surely he would not attempt the abduction while on a short stroll near the post. But s...
"I reckon you'll be, too?" Jim's cool and careless way of saying things sometimes irritated me. Glad to see Ken Ward! I was crazy to see the lad. "Jim, what you know about being glad to see any one isn't a whole lot," I replied. "You've been a Texan ranger all your life. I've only been out here i...
Gold and purple, and a flame of fire, shone brightly in the morning sunlight. Birds and beasts of that wild open northland felt stir in them the instinct to move toward the south. The honk of wild geese floated down upon the solitudes and swift flocks of these heralds of winter sped by, sharply o...
"My Gawd! no wonder we're the talk of the range." Jim bent a clear, straight gaze upon his one real enemy. "Jocelyn, the Diamond is doing fine, according to reports from Flag," he said, deliberately. "And I can see how it could do better." "Ahuh. So can I," replied Jocelyn, with far less subtlety...
Ken Ward had not been at the big university many days before he realized the miserable lot of a freshman. At first he was sorely puzzled. College was so different from what he had expected. At the high school of his home town, which, being the capital of the State, was no village, he had been som...
"By gosh! I thought you'd been treated powerful mean!" exclaimed Bate Wood, and he was full of wrath. "A treacherous woman!" exclaimed Kells, passionately. He had taken Cleve's story hard. The man must have been betrayed by women, and Cleve's story had irritated old wounds. Directly Kells left th...
I'm allus fond of sayin' of myself thet I'm the last of the old cattlemen. Wal, Stewart's not a native Westerner, but he's my pick of the last of the cowboys. Sure, he's young, but he's the last of the old style-the picturesque-an' chivalrous, too, I make bold to say, Miss Majesty, as well as the...
Stayin' till after the fireworks. Are you goin' back to Preston?" "Why, certainly! Like my new job fine," responded Rock. "I'm sort of a foreman over the younger Prestons." "Rock, it was a hell of a good bet that Gage Preston would never put you to butcherin'. Want a drink with me?" "No, thanks. ...
It all reminds me of--of the rhythm of music. And that champion batter and runner--that Lane in center-- isn't he just beautiful? He walks and runs like a blue-ribbon winner at the horse show. I tell you one thing, Connie, these Quakers are on dress parade.'' ``Oh, these Quakers hate themselves, ...
"Time--stand still?" echoed Adam, ponderingly. "Magdalene, you are beyond me." "So it seems. I'm a little beyond myself sometimes. You will never see in me the woman who has been courted, loved, spoiled by men." "Well, I grasp that, I guess. But I don't care to see you as such a woman. I might no...
But, indeed, Ranger Coffee's story of the last of the Duanes has haunted me, and I have given full rein to imagination and have retold it in my own way. It deals with the old law--the old border days--therefore it is better first. Soon, perchance, I shall have the pleasure of writing of the borde...
The cluster of houses that constituted the village of Hammell lay at the foot of the long hill. Beyond widened the green valley, for miles and miles, with its threads of bright water and its shining remnant of lake, and the great squares of grain, waving in the wind. She located the Ide ranch, th...
He was a young man in years, but he had the hard face and eagle eye of one matured in experience of that wild country. He bestrode a superb bay horse, dusty and travel-worn and a little lame. The rider was no light burden, judging from his height and wide shoulders; moreover, the saddle carried a...
Wonderful it was for me to think I was still in Diane Sampson's employ. It was the early morning hour of a day in May. The sun had not yet grown hot. Dew like diamond drops sparkled on the leaves and grass. The gentle breeze was clear, sweet, with the song of larks upon it. And the range, a sea o...
V We rode in different directions toward the hollow, the better to chance meeting with Emett, but none of us caught a glimpse of him. It happened that when we headed into the hollow it was at a point just above where the deer carcass hung in the scrub oak. Don in spite of Jones' stern yells, let ...