“Oh! I have grown so tired of this continual round of parties, calls, and theater-going; I do wish something would happen to break the ...

“He’s the most lifelike corpse I ever saw in my life, and I’ve seen several in my time,” said Jack Howard, a stalwart, bronze-featured ...

“See here, Dick Armstrong; when you’ve taken that water into the house, I want you to clean these. Do you understand?” The speaker, a ...

“Halt! who comes there?” Time: Daybreak on the morning of May 6th, 1864. Scene: A wild, broken area of country in northern Georgia. ...

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“You have bags of gold, and do you refuse to give me just a little?” “Not one cent.” “I helped you to earn that money.” “Yes.” “And ...

Hush! Is that a footstep coming up the canyon? It came nearer and nearer, and a man of strange appearance suddenly stepped into view, ...

“I feared you would not come.” The speaker, a beautiful woman of two or three and thirty, half reclined on a sofa, in an elegant ...

“There goes another, chief. That makes five so far. There surely is something going on tonight,” the young man at the window declared ...

The hands of the clock pointed at half-past five, one beautiful June morning, when Nick Carter, having just finished with his morning ...

In Thirty-fifth Street, east of Fifth Avenue, there is a house conspicuous among its neighbors in that it differs in construction by ...

“Nathan Lusker.” Nick Carter read the sign over the jeweler’s store on Eighth Avenue and stopped to glance critically at the place. He ...

“Well, Chick, it’s good to strike little old New York again.” Nick Carter jumped down from the railroad car and shook himself like a ...

“You say he cannot travel today, doctor?” “Impossible, Mr. Carter!” “He would be in a drawing room on the Pullman, and every care ...

A spear shot into the midst of the camp, and stuck, quivering, in the ground! Patsy Garvan and Chick jumped to their feet, rifle in ...

“No, Carter! I shall not go back until I have got my hands on that wretched crook, William Pike, and I don’t care if it leads me into ...

“Indios—Indios bravos!” yelled Manuel Navaja, as he discharged his escopette full at the glowing disk of old Sol; then dropping it, he ...

“Who fired that gun?” demanded Captain Parks, as he turned around and faced his terrified black man, Pompey. “Hang me, if I don’t ...

In the center of a thickly-wooded dell, situated about three miles from the southern shore of Lake Superior, a half-breed youth, clad in ...

It was now quite late in the afternoon, and Fred Wainwright reined up his Mustang, and from his position took a survey of the ...