THE INDIAN Wanatoma, aged warrior and friend of the boys, sat before his log cabin in the midst of the forest wilderness. He had retreated to this lonely spot when increasing years robbed him of his p
THE INDIAN Wanatoma, aged warrior and friend of the boys, sat before his log cabin in the midst of the forest wilderness. He had retreated to this lonely spot when increasing years robbed him of his p
GOLD! "Unk and Wanna!" cried Tim, incredulously. "Get out, Bob; you can't stuff me!" "Or …
CAP TAKES A HAND It was indeed old Cap Slater who finally came to a halt facing them, and his appearance created such i…
ALONG THE CREEK The lumberjacks had taken possession of land which the boys considered as rightfully belonging to them.…
GOLD CREEK Madly the lumberman hurled himself forward, seized the map, and turned in the direction of his broncho, whil…
BOB LOSES The astounded Ramblers gazed in consternation at Tom Smull and Alf Griffin. They saw the lumbermen's rev…
THE WRESTLING MATCH For a second, Pete Colliver stared blankly at Dave, whose usually good-natured and smiling visage w…
SOME ONE TURNS UP A cavalcade of horsemen was rapidly approaching the edge of the timber in which the lumbermen's …
HIDE-AND-SEEK A pang of fear shot through Dick Travers' heart; almost involuntarily he threw up his hands, catchin…
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