[ CHAPTER XL—BUELL HAMPTON’S GOOD-BY ]
[ CHAPTER XLI.—-UNDER THE BIG PINE ]
THE TREASURE OF HIDDEN VALLEY
CHAPTER I—AT THE PARTING OF THE WAYS
IT was a dear, crisp October morning. There was a shrill whistle of a locomotive, and then a westbound passenger train dashed into the depot of an Iowa town. A young man descended the car steps with an armful of luggage. He deposited his parcels on the platform, and half expectantly looked about him.