Chip! chip! All day long that same monotonous sound, chip, chip—chip, chip, had echoed through Solomon Bertram’s workroom. He called ...

“Das vas Pelvast,” said Hans. “Yes,” nodded Frank, who was at the wheel of the White Wings, “that is Belfast, ‘the home of fair women, ...

One summer morning, in the sixties, when the Indians in the West and Southwest were still giving much trouble to Uncle Sam’s settlers ...

“Your uncle murdered! It seems incredible!” Nick Carter leaned back in his chair and looked at his visitor, dismay showing in his face. ...

Nate Bernritter, or “Bern,” as he was usually called when not referred to as “the old man,” was in an unpleasant frame of mind. He was ...

Behind a big rock that looked down over the wide, straggling road that ran upward through the mountains crouched a long, lean figure. ...

The comfortable sitting room in Durfee Hall, occupied by Dick Merriwell and his Texas chum, Brad Buckhart, was filled to overflowing. ...

At the beginning of the sixth inning, Sam Kates went into the box against the Tufts freshmen. The score then stood seven to one, in ...

Nobody had heard the report of a pistol. There had been no disturbance; in fact, no audible altercation, no startling cry for help, or ...

It was the seventh inning, Frank Merriwell’s team had not scored, while the Omaha Stars, who had been putting up a hard game against the ...

“Jack Diamond—am I dreaming?” Frank Merriwell uttered the exclamation. He was in front of the Hoffman House, in New York. Three young ...

Fort Advance, a structure built of heavy, squared timbers and some masonry, with towers at the four corners, commanding the deep ditches ...

One June night in the early seventies, the sole occupant of a lonely cabin high up in the Rockies had a bad dream. Pursued by a legion ...

Five men were playing cards in a room in the Old Pike Inn. It was a roadhouse, on a well-traveled highway—a great favorite with ...

In one of the residence streets of Gold Hill, Arizona, stood—and no doubt still stands at this moment—a rather pretentious, two-story ...

In more ways than one Dick Merriwell had become the wonder of the Fardale Military School. His astonishing work in the football game ...

“I would give ten thousand dollars to know Frank Merriwell’s secret,” declared Wallace Grafter, sitting in a comfortable “Old Hickory” ...

It had come out of the long familiar war between the cattlemen and sheepmen. “Red Dick” and “Doc” Downs, cattlemen, were on trial for ...

“Mr. Carter, can I trust you?” It was in the great detective’s own house that this question was asked. “Well,” was Nick’s quiet ...

When the Fardale Military Academy arranged to play a baseball game with the Great Northern A. A. it was generally believed that the ...