Originally Published: February 4, 1921 Genres: Adventure Dime Novel Bibliography: https://dimenovels.org/Item/12404/Show Gutenberg link:...

Juarez was sleepy, very sleepy. He had been traveling on a railroad train for several days, and while ordinarily, he could adapt himself ...

It is not a pleasant experience to wake up on a beautiful morning to the realization that one has failed. There seems a relentless irony ...

Once more the bicycle boys pushed on westward, and it must be said that in spite of all their perils they were in the best of spirits. ...

“Hurrah, Ephraim, here we are at last!” It was Frank Merriwell who spoke. He was standing on the deck of a steamer that was approaching ...

"Well, that's a pretty nervy piece of business!" It was Frank Merriwell who spoke the words, more to himself than to anyone else. ...

"It is in the heart of the Sierra Madre range, one hundred and twenty-five miles west of Zacatecas," said the dying man. "Across the ...

September was again at hand, and the cadets at Fardale Military Academy had broken camp and returned to barracks. For all of past ...

As the 11:30 A. M. express train from New York was speeding toward the fisher village of Wrightstown, one of the passengers went out on ...

Near the mouth of Spuyten Duyvil Creek, the yacht Day Dream lay at anchor on a certain day in September, two years ago. The driving ...

"Has my letter come today?" The dark bay horse—as fine a specimen of equine beauty and worth as ever came from the famed Blue Grass ...

“I vum! I eenamost feel as if I was lost, though there do seem to be plenty o’ folks round.” “Black yer boots and make ’em shine; only ...

"'Pears to me, Marse Jack, you done gone been quiet long 'nuff dis spell," exclaimed Monday, Jack Harkaway's colored servant, as he ...

"Ho, my boy! do you wish to make a dollar?" "I do, sir—indeed I do." "What is your name?" "Will, sir." "Well, Will, can you keep ...

"Mother!" exclaimed Mr. Smithers, as he came into the parlor about supper time one winter evening, "that boy's a fool." Mrs. Smithers, ...

Crack—crack! Though faint and far away, there could be no mistaking these sharp, spiteful reports for other than the voice of rifles. ...

In the midst of the lonely forest, that stretched in an almost unbroken line of solitude from the head-waters of the Hudson to the ...

Many long years have elapsed since I first set foot in the valley of the Mississippi. I had strayed thither a young and enthusiastic ...

"Well, Burr, any change today?" "Yes—a great one." "For better or worse?" "The road will be open for us tomorrow. She's dying." ...

"I wonder what has become of that everlasting Yankee? He promised to meet me here at noon, yet I have stood here and seen the shadows of ...