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TO OUR MOTHER
MRS. MARTHA DILLIN BOYLES
CONTENTS
- [CHAPTER I—THE ISLAND WITH A MYSTERY]
- [CHAPTER II—“ON THE TRAIL”]
- [CHAPTER III—LOUISE]
- [CHAPTER IV—“MAGGOT”]
- [CHAPTER V—AT THE BON AMI]
- [CHAPTER VI—“NOTHIN’ BUT A HOSS THIEF, ANYWAY”]
- [CHAPTER VII—THE PRELIMINARY]
- [CHAPTER VIII—THE COUNTY ATTORNEY]
- [CHAPTER IX—THE ATTACK ON THE LAZY S]
- [CHAPTER X—IN WHICH THE X Y Z FIGURES SOMEWHAT MYSTERIOUSLY]
- [CHAPTER XI—“YOU ARE—THE BOSS”]
- [CHAPTER XII—WAITING]
- [CHAPTER XIII—MRS. HIGGINS RALLIES TO HER COLORS]
- [CHAPTER XIV—CHANNEL ICE]
- [CHAPTER XV—THE GAME IS ON]
- [CHAPTER XVI—THE TRIAL]
- [CHAPTER XVII—GORDON RIDES INTO THE COUNTRY]
- [CHAPTER XVIII—FIRE!]
- [CHAPTER XIX—AN UNCONVENTIONAL TEA PARTY]
- [CHAPTER XX—THE ESCAPE]
- [CHAPTER XXI—THE MOVING SHADOW]
- [CHAPTER XXII—THE OUTLAW’S LAST STAND]
- [CHAPTER XXIII—THE PARTY AT THE LAZY S]
LANGFORD OF THE THREE BARS
[CHAPTER I—THE ISLAND WITH A MYSTERY]
He said positively to Battle Ax, his scraggy buckskin cow pony, that they would ride to the summit of this one bluff, and that it should be the last. But he had said the same thing many times since striking the barren hill region flanking both sides of the river. Hump after hump had been surmounted since the sound of the first promise had tickled the ears of the tired bronco, humps as alike as the two humps of a Bactrian camel, the monotonous continuity of which might very well have confused the mind of one less at home on these ranges than George Williston. Even he, riding a blind trail since sun-up, sitting his saddle with a heavy indifference born of heat and fatigue, began to think it might be that they were describing a circle and the sun was playing them strange tricks. Still, he urged his pony to one more effort; just so much farther and they would retrace their steps, giving up for this day at least the locating of a small bunch of cattle, branded a lazy S, missing these three days.