“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 ...

It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets were nearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn ...

From a cottage window, embowered in azure morning glories, a girl’s sweet voice sang blithely: “My heart with joy would thrill if you ...

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

“Mr. Nick Carter: I have come to town to do business. I give you notice before I begin because I am quite certain you will be informed ...

A very important meeting of the American Scientific Society had been held in their Hall in the city of New York. All the learned ...

Readestown, U. S. A., is a smart, flourishing little city upon a certain river that runs down to the sea, and it owes its founding and ...

“A submarine boat? Do you really mean it, Frank? I trust you are not becoming mentally unbalanced with the success of your inventive ...

Toward the close of a cool, pleasant day in September, 18—, the residents of the village of Readestown were startled by seeing a ...

It was a bitterly cold night in March. The bleak, gloomy streets of Chicago were almost deserted. A poor little boy in rags was ...

It was late on a cold November night in the city of Boston, the sky was obscured by dark, stormy clouds, a bleak wind was whistling ...

The 12th of April, 189—, as Old Broadbrim, the famous Quaker detective, will ever remember, fell on a Thursday. Just after the noon ...