The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail
Author: Frank Gee Patchin Genre: LiteratureThe Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail
-eye!" exclai
the Professor. "Then some
ot him," suggested Stacy
companion, who had set out after the bear. The tent had been ruined, but they found tha
thills, but feared to penetrate too far for fear of getting lost. The Professor reasoned that it would be much be
ng more active. Ned Rector was fairly fuming, because their guardia
should have the whole party scattered over the mountains and it i
camp, the matter took on a more serious
et me go, Profes
ains alone, if that
hat can
!" interjected Walter. "Do y
se we can follow now, is that leading back to Forsythe,
s shut. Why would that not be the idea, Professor? Why not let me ride back to Forsythe? Mr.
far is it?" mus
miles, h
you couple of days t
th the guide, what difference does it make? He's the one you want. But never fear, I'll
e to your plan. If I were s
now the direction in which Forsythe lies. All we have to do is
all go!" sug
I feel sure of that. He is resourceful and strong. And besides, he has my revolver. No; more than one on the trip would be apt to delay rather than to help. Maste
outh, and, placing his left foot in the s
es sparkling with anticipation,
I'm not a tenderfo
i," he
warned Profe
uld come in within the next half hour or so, you can fire off your rif
good luck,"
that he was emerging from the foothills. He then pulled up the pony and consulted his compass. "Five points north of east. The Professor said that should take
st. The morning was glorious; the sun had not yet risen high enough to make the heat uncomfortable; birds we
eath, drinking in
ing artificial about this. I w
there, winters so severe that hundreds of head of sheep and cattle frequently
they had had such an exciting experience two nights before. After a few moments' riding a
ssion is too important to take the risk. If I should get caught in there I shoul
had found a rocky bar without being aware of it, and the water while swift was shallow enough so that by slippi
the trouble with us boys. We blunder along without using our heads. But, I guess I had better not boast until after I
long, loping gallop, covering mile after mile
ried a horseman who had halted on beyon
out this. On the contrary, it wa
ed noted the red beard and the gene
stranger, tossing h
swered Ne
you h
rsy
these parts
s,
a he
Just finished a dr
e, of
, y
. I hear there's going to be something doing round
ed the lad, peering sha
ther. "Thought being as you were a
lied the boy a
n," laughed the stranger.
personal question?" as
that belonged to me. He strayed away from my ran
retorted Ned, flushing.
, I must be g
urry, a
hing the spurs to the pony
minute," calle
much of a hurry
ode on, instinctively urging his mount along at an increased speed to pu
s it is a peculiarity in this part of the country. Wonder what he me
was standing as Ned had left him. He was watching the boy. Ned swu
lage of Forsythe just ahead of him. T
he chuckled. "I guess I can follow the
and up the main street, not halting until he had
continuous ride, and as he dismounted
posts, Ned walked into the bank. Red-faced and dusty he presented him
the Pony Rider Boys,
and grasped the boy
You back so soon? Why
there is," a
and tell m
t the effort hurt him
eh? Where did
and Mr. Simms utte
t suppose you boys could ride like
n nothing of
yself to come back to tell you had it not bee
os
have worried so much had not his pony returned without him early this morning. We dar
on't m
from here, or get me one rather. One who knows the
wn to-day. He will be in shortly and I think he will know of some one who will answer y
know whe
ourse
an, tell me about how it all
ious evening, in detail, to all of w
arded him wit
Something must have happened to Master Tad. He looks to me like a boy who coul
perhaps he might have gotten
n on going back with the
tain
u when you are ready to start. I should think, however, that it would be
be the first time. I'm lame and sore now. I've polished
mms la
e been in the saddle a good share of my
West. Six feet tall, straight, muscular, with piercing gray eyes that looked out at one from be
an cordially, sweeping him with
, and the foreman glanced at the young man with renewed in
d for a ten
ok on a darker hue as
all myself that no
your friend ch
ad no
hook h
Can he
ver-a heavy thirty-eight calibre
and I'll go back with you myself. We can run down the trail easily enough, but it will need two trailers, o
he has been kille
g. It looks ba
ted to ask a further question, when there came a sud