"Your cayuse is quiet as a lamb now, isn't he, Jo," inquired Jim. "He ought to be by this time," I replied. "You wouldn't expect him to ...

The West Indian liner, Tropic Queen, one of the great vessels owned by the big shipping combine at whose head was Jacob Jukes, the New ...

"Up with your helm there, Noddy! Luff her up or you'll have the Curlew on the rocks!" "That's right, luff!" cried Billy Raynor, adding ...

One breezy day in early June, when a fresh wind offshore was whipping the water into sparkling white caps, excitement, and comment ...

There was a sudden stir in the forward section of the stuffy, crowded railway coach. The interruption to the stolid apathy that had ...

"Isn't it a dandy picture—the real thing—just as I've always imagined it? Herc!" Ned Strong wheeled from the gaudily colored lithograph ...

“Pardon me—but surely I am not mistaken,—you two young men are brave sailors on board the Beale?” “Hum; don’t know about the ‘brave ...

“So your final answer is no?” “Yes. And with a big N, Mr. Ferriss. I have put my best work of head and hand into the Lockyer submarine, ...

“This is Golden Gate Park, Herc.” “Huh,” responded the red-headed lad, whom we know as Herc Taylor, gazing about him, “where are the ...

Twenty days out from San Francisco in the vast, heaving desert of the sea, twenty days of storm, sunshine, and calm, the Sea Gypsy, the ...

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 ...

"Mr. John Diamond, Lexington, Pa.: If you wish cruise in down East waters, join me Monday next at American Hotel, Boston. Have purchased ...

Originally Published: January 9, 1904 Genres: Children's Dime Novel Bibliography: https://dimenovels.org/Item/60438/Show Gutenberg link:...

“Say, boys, just listen to that racket!” It was Jack Diamond who spoke, and he addressed Frank Merriwell and several others of his ...

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 ...