Frank Merriwell Down South

by Burt L. Standish

["Frank began shooting, and his first bullet brought down one of the ponies of the pursuers."] (See page [14])

["The white canoe had stopped, and was lying calmly on the inky surface of the shadowed water."] (See page [147])

["Kate grasped the assailant by the collar, and with astonishing strength, pulled him off the prostrate lad."] (See page [218])

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Frank Merriwell Down South.

CHAPTER I.

A WONDERFUL STORY.

"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 blue chasm you can see its towers and turrets glistening in the sunshine. It is like a beautiful dream—dazzling, astounding, grand!"

"He wanders in his mind," softly declared Professor Scotch. "Poor fellow! His brain was turned and he was brought to his death by his fruitless search for the mythical Silver Palace."