ALL RIGHT AND COMFY
Seabeck was a fine weather prophet, for that time at least. It did
storm that night and the next day and the next; a howling, tearing
blizzard that carried the snow so far and so fast that it almost wore
it out; so that when the spasm was over, the land lay bleaker and
raggeder than ever, with hard-packed drifts in all the hollows and bare
ground between. Of course it was out of the question for Billy Louise
to leave the Cove while the storm lasted, so she took care of Marthy
and the pigs and chickens and cows, and between whiles she tormented
herself with direful pictures of Ward up there alone on Mill Creek.
Sometimes she saw him raving in fever and wanting a drink which he
could not get, so that thirst tortured him; then calling for her, when
she could not come. Sometimes she saw him trying to hobble somewhere
on those crutches, and falling exhausted--breaking more bones, perhaps;
or catching more cold, or something. She was a most distressed Billy
Louise, believe me, and she wished a hundred times a day that she had
stayed with Ward; she wished that, in spite of Marthy's need of her.
She was terribly sorry for Marthy; but Marthy had not broken any leg,
and besides, she was not in love with Marthy.
On the second day John Pringle battled through the storm to see what
Billy Louise would have him do. And Billy Louise gave him instructions
about finding a man and sending him up to the Cove at once, and looking
after the Wolverine ranch until she came, and having Phoebe send up
some clothes for her. She felt better when she had set the wheels in
motion again, and as she stood in the door and watched John's broad,
stolid back out of sight on his homeward journey, she made up her mind
that she would start at daylight for Mill Creek, and she didn't care
whether it stormed or not. She simply would not leave Ward there alone
any longer. She almost wished that she had told Seabeck about Ward; he
would have sent a man over to look after him. But she was selfish, and
she wanted Ward to herself; so she had not so much as mentioned his
name to Seabeck.
She milked the two cows by lantern light, next morning; and the pigs
did not seem to want to leave their nests when she poured their
breakfast into the trough by the wavering light she carried. She made
coffee for Marthy and took it to her in bed, and told her that she
would leave plenty of wood and kindling, and that Marthy must sleep as
long as she could and not worry about a single, living thing. She said
she must get an early start, because it might be "bad going" and she
meant to bring Ward back with her if he were able to travel at all.
"I can't be in two places at once, Marthy, so if you don't mind, I'll
bring him down here where I can look after the two of you at the same
time. You'll let me, won't you? Or else," she added hopefully, "I'll
take you both down home. Would you rather--"
"I'd ruther stay here where I b'long," said Marthy dully. "But I don't
want you should go t' any trouble about me, Billy Louise. I've rustled
fer m'self all my life, and I guess I kin yit. If it wa'n't fer my
rheumatiz, I'd ask no odds of anybody. I ain't goin' t' leave, anyway.
Charlie might come back, er--"
"Well, you needn't leave." Billy Louise told herself that she was not
disappointed, because she had not hoped to persuade Marthy to leave the
Cove. "You don't mind if I bring Ward down here, do you, Marthy?"
"No, I don't mind nothin' you kin do," said Marthy in the same dull
tone, pouring her saucer full of coffee and spilling some on her
pillow, because her hands were not as steady as they used to be. "He
kin sleep in Charlie's room, if yuh want he should." She took two big
swallows that emptied the saucer, handed the dish to Billy Louise, and
lay down again. "I don't seem to care about nothin'," she remarked
tonelessly. "I'd jest as soon die as live. I wisht you'd send word to
Seabeck I want t' see him, Billy Louise. Oh, it ain't about Charlie,"
she added harshly. "He's shet uh me, and I'm shet uh him. I--got some
other business with Seabeck. Tell him to bring a couple uh men along
with him."
"Is there any hurry, Marthy?" Billy Louise stood holding the cup and
saucer in her two hands, and stared down anxiously at the lined old
face on the pillow. A faint, red glow was in the sky, and the
lamp-light dimmed with the coming of day. "You don't feel--badly, do
you, Marthy?"
"Me? No, Why should I feel bad? But I want t' see Seabeck and a couple
of his men, jest as quick as you kin git word to 'em."
"Which ones?" Billy Louise was plainly puzzled. Was Marthy going to
make him take those cattle back? It was like her. Billy Louise did
not blame her for feeling that way, either. If she had had the money,
she would have paid him herself for the cattle.
"It don't matter which ones. You send 'im word, Billy Louise, like the
good girl yuh always have been. You've always kinda took the place of
my Minervy to me, Billy Louise; and I won't bother yuh much longer."
"Oh, of course I will! The stage will go up this forenoon. I'll send
a note to Seabeck. It won't be any bother at all. What shall I say?
Just that you want to see him?"
"I kin write it m'self, I guess, if you'll bring me a pencil and paper.
I can't seem t' git used to a pen. I kin write all I want t' say."
Billy Louise let it go at that. She brought the paper and pencil and
went after Blue, while Marthy, sitting up in bed, wrote her note.
Billy Louise was eager to start; and I don't think anyone should blame
her if she hurried Marthy a little, and if her parting words were few,
and her manner slightly abstracted. She knew just how Marthy was
feeling--or thought she did; and she was simply wild with anxiety over
Ward.
Blue discovered before she was out of the gorge that his lady was wild
over something. Never had she come so near to being a merciless rider
as on that nippy morning. There were drifts: Blue went through them in
great lunges. There were steep hills: but there was no stopping at the
top to breathe awhile and admire the view. Billy Louise rode with an
eye upon the climbing sun, and with her mind busy adding up miles and
minutes.
She rode up the creek trail at a long lope, and she pulled up at the
stable and slid off Blue, who was wet to his ears and moving every rib
when he breathed. (Blue was a good horse, with plenty of speed and
stamina, but Billy Louise had given him all he wanted, that morning.)
She went straight to a corner of the hay corral and stopped with her
hands clutching the top wire.
"Ward Warren, for heaven's sake, what are you doing?" You couldn't
have told from her tone that she had been crying, a mile back, from
sheer anxiety, or that she "loved him to pieces." She sounded as if
she did not love him at all and was merely disgusted with his actions.
"I'm trying to sink my loop on this damned buzzard-head of a horse,"
Ward retorted glumly. "I've been trying for about an hour," he added,
grinning a little at his own plight.
"Well, it's a lucky thing for you he won't let you," Billy Louise
informed him sternly, stooping to crawl under the bottom wire. "You've
got about as much sense as--" She did not say what. "Give me that
rope, and you take yourself and your crutches out of the corral, Mr.
Smarty. I just had a hunch you couldn't be trusted to behave yourself."
"Brave Buckaroo got lonesome," Ward said, looking at her with eyes
alight, as he hobbled slowly toward her. "You'll have to open the gate
for me, William. Rattler'll make a break for the open if he sees a
crack as wide as your little finger."
By then he was near enough to reach out an arm and pull her close to
him. "Oh, William girl, I'm sure glad to see you once more. I got
scared. I thought maybe I just dreamed you were here; so I tackled--"
"You tackled more than you could handle," Billy Louise finished with
her lips close to his. "You haven't got any sense at all. You might
have known I'd come the very first minute I could."
"I know--I know."
"And you ought to know you mustn't try to ride Rattler, Ward. What if
he'd pitch with you?"
"In that case, I'd pile up, I reckon. Say, William, a broken leg does
take a hell of a time to get well. But all the same, I'll top old
Rattler, all right. I'd top anything rather than spend another night
in that jail."
"You'll ride Blue," Billy Louise told him calmly "I'm going to ride
Rattler myself."
"Yes, you are--not!"
"Do you mean to say I can't? Do you think--"
"Oh, I guess you can, all right, but--"
"Well, if I can, I'm going to. If you think I can't handle a measly
old skate like that--"
"He's been running out for nearly two months, Wilhemina--"
"And look at his ribs! If you'll just kindly go in the house while I
saddle--"
"I'll kindly stay right here, lady-girl. You don't know Rattler--"
"And you don't know Billy Louise MacDonald." She wrinkled her nose at
him and turned back to unsaddle Blue. "I really didn't intend to go
back right now," she said, "but seeing you've got your heart set on it,
I suppose we might as well." Then she added: "We're only going as far
as the Cove, anyway; and I really ought to hurry back to look after
Marthy. Charlie Fox and Peter pulled out and left her there all
solitary alone. I've been staying with her since I left here. I told
her we'd be down there, and stay till--further notice."
Billy Louise did not give Ward much opportunity for argument. He was
too awkward with his crutches to keep up with her, and she managed to
be on the move most of the time.
I may as well admit that she was horribly afraid of Rattler, and
horribly afraid that he and Ward would find it out. She did not hurry
much. She took plenty of time to put Ward's saddle on Blue, and when
she finally took her rope and went in after Rattler, who was regarding
her from the corner of the stack where he might run either way, she
wished that Ward was elsewhere--and she did not much care where.
But Ward was anxious, and he stayed where he was by the corner of the
stable and swore in violent undertones because he was condemned to look
on while his Wilhemina took long chances on getting hurt. Not a move
of hers escaped his fear-sharpened eyes, while she went carelessly
close to Rattler, and then, with a quick flip, landed the loop neatly
over his head. Ward would have felt less pleased if he had known how
her heart was thumping. He saw only the whimsical twist of her lips
and thought that she was enjoying a distinctly feminine sense of
triumph at her success.
Billy Louise led Rattler boldly up to where lay her saddle and Ward's
bridle. She hoped she did not look scared, but she was wondering all
the time what Rattler would do when she "piled on"; pile her off,
probably, her pessimism told her, for Billy Louise was no lady
broncho-fighter, for all she rode so well on horses that she knew.
There is a difference.
"Sure you want to tackle him, lady-girl?" Ward asked her, after he had
himself attended to the bridling--since Rattler was touchy about the
head. "Of course, he isn't bad, when you know him; but he's liable to
be pretty snuffy after running out so long. And he never had a woman
on him. You better let me ride him."
"Don't be silly. You couldn't even mount him, with that game leg. And
besides, don't you see I've been wanting an excuse to ride Rattler ever
since I knew you? You must have a very poor opinion of my riding."
"Oh, if you put it that way--" Ward yielded, just as she knew he
would. "I haven't a doubt but what you can handle him if you take a
notion. Only--if you got hurt--"
"But I won't." Billy Louise braced her courage with a smile and picked
up the saddle blanket. But Ward took it from her and hobbled close
enough to adjust it.
"He knows me," he explained meaningly. "Better let me saddle up. He
don't know but what I can cave a rib or two in, if he don't behave.
Just hand me the saddle, William, please."
"You're only trying to scare me out," Billy Louise accused him, with a
vast relief well hidden. "I'm not a bit afraid of him."
"All right; that'll help some." He steadied himself by the horse's
twitching shoulder while he reached carefully for the cinch. "I guess
I'm more scared than you are."
"I know you are. I've taken too many tumbles to let the prospect of
another one worry me, anyway. Why, Blue ditched me himself, three
different times when I first began to ride him. And even yet the old
devil would like to, once in a while." Billy Louise was actually
talking herself rapidly into a feeling of confidence.
She needed it. When she had helped Ward upon Blue--and that was not
easy, either, considering that he only had one leg fit to stand on--and
had gone to the cabin for her bag of nuggets and Ward's roll of money
which he had forgotten, and had exhausted every other excuse for delay,
she picked up Rattler's reins and wound her fingers in his mane, and
took hold of the stirrup as nonchalantly as if she were mounting Blue.
She went up at the instant when Rattler jumped sidewise from her. She
got partly into the saddle, clung there for a few harrowing seconds,
and then went over his head and plump into a snowdrift beside the
stable.
"Good God!" groaned Ward and went white and weak as he watched.
"Good gracious!" grumbled Billy Louise, righting herself and digging
snow out of her collar and sleeves. "Stop your laughing, Ward Warren!"
(Ward was not laughing, and she knew it.) "I'll ride that ornery
cayuse, just to show him I can. You Rattler, I'll fix you for that!"
She turned to Ward and twisted her lips at him. "I see now why you
named him that," she said. "Because he rattles your teeth loose."
"You keep off him!" Ward shouted sternly.
"You keep still!" Billy Louise shouted back at him. "We're going to
find out right now who's boss."
Whether she referred to Rattler or to his master she did not stipulate;
perhaps she meant both of them. At any rate, she caught the horse
again and mounted, a great deal more cautiously than she had at first,
in spite of Ward's threats and entreaties. She got fairly into the
saddle and stayed there--with the help of the horn and the luck that
had thus far carried her through almost anything she undertook. She
was not a bit ashamed of "pulling leather."
"Now we're all right and comfy," she announced breathlessly, when the
first fight was over and Rattler, like his master, had yielded to the
inevitable. "And we know who's boss, and we're all of us
squindiciously happy, because we're headed for home. Aren't we,
buckaroo?"
"I suppose so," Ward mumbled doubtingly, for a moment eyeing her
sidelong. He was not quite over his scare yet.
"And say, buckaroo!" Billy Louise reined close, so that she could
reach out and pinch his arm a little bit. "Soon as your leg is all
well, and you're every speck over the hookin'-cough, why--you can be
the boss!"
"Can I?"
"Honest, you can. I've"--Billy Louise had the grace to blush a
little--"I've always thought I'd love to have somebody bully me and
boss me and 'buse me. And I--" Her lips twitched a little. "I think
you can qualify. What was that you said just as I was getting on the
second time? I was too busy to listen, but--"
"But what? I don't remember that I said anything." Ward got hold of
her free hand and held it tight.
"Oh, yes, you did! It was sweary, too."
"Was it?"
"Yes, it was. You sweared at Flower of the Ranch-oh."
Billy Louise stopped at that, since Ward refused to be baited. She
sensed that there were bigger things than a "sweary" sentence in the
forefront of her buckaroo's mind. She waited.
They came to the gate, and Billy Louise freed her hand from his clasp
and dismounted, since it was a wire gate and could not be opened on
horseback. She closed it after him, looked to her cinch, tightened it
a little, patted Rattler forgivingly on the neck, caught the horn with
one hand and the stirrup with the other, and went up quite like a man,
while Ward watched her intently.
"'In sooth, I know not why you are so sa-ad,'" murmured Billy Louise,
when she swung alongside in the trail.
Ward caught her hand again and did not let go; so they rode hand in
hand down the narrow valley.
"I was wondering--" he hesitated, drawing in a corner of his lip,
biting it, and letting it go. "Wilhemina, if old Lady Fortune takes a
notion to give me another kick or two, just when life looks so good to
me--"
"Why, we'll kick back just as hard as she does," threatened Billy
Louise courageously. "Don't let happiness get on your nerves, Ward."
"If I wasn't crippled, it wouldn't. But when a man's down and out,
he--thinks a lot. The last three days, I've lived a whole lifetime,
lady-girl. Everything seems to be coming my way, all at once. And I'm
afraid; what if I can't make good? If I can't make you happy"--he
squeezed her fingers so that Billy Louise had to grit her teeth to keep
from interrupting him--"or if anything should happen to you--Lord!
I--I never knew what it was to be crazy scared till I saw you fall off
Rattler. I--"
"You've got nerves, buckaroo. You've been shut up there alone so long
you see things all distorted. We're going to be happy, because we'll
be together, and we've so much to do and so much to think of. You must
realize, Ward, that we've got three places to take care of, and you and
me and poor old Marthy. She hasn't anybody, Ward, but us. And she's
changed so--got so old--just in the last few days. I never knew a
person could change so much in such a little while. She's just let go
all holds and kind of sagged down, mentally and physically. We'll have
to take care of her, Ward, as long as she lives. That's why I'm taking
you there--so we can look after her. She won't leave the Cove. I--I
was hoping," she added shyly, "that we could sit in front of our own
fireplace, Ward, and have nice cozy evenings; but---well, there always
seems to be something for me to do for somebody, Ward."
"Oh, you Wilhemina!" Ward slipped his arm around her, to the disgust
of Rattler and Blue, and made shift to kiss her twice. "Long as you
live, you'll always be doing something for somebody; that's the way
you're made. And nobody's been doing things for you; but if the Lord
lets me live, that's going to be my job from now on."
He said a great deal more, of course. They had nearly fifteen miles to
go, and they rode at a walk; and a man and a maid can say a good deal
at such a time. But I don't think they would like to have it all
repeated. Their thoughts ranged far: back over the past and far into
the future, and clung close to the miracle of love that had brought
them together. There is one thing which Billy Louise, even in her most
self-revealing mood, did not tell Ward, and that is her doubts of him.
Never once did he dream that she had suspected him and wrung her heart
because of her suspicions--and in that I think she was wise and kind.
They found Seabeck and Floyd Carson and another cowboy at the Cove,
just preparing to leave. Marthy, it transpired, had wanted to make her
will, so that Billy Louise would have the Cove when Marthy was done
with it. Billy Louise cried a little and argued a good deal, but
Marthy had not lost all her stubbornness, and the will stood unchanged.
When Ward understood all of the circumstances, he hobbled into the
kitchen and signaled Seabeck to follow him; and there he counted out
five hundred dollars from his last gold-harvest and with a few crisp
sentences compelled Seabeck to accept the money. (At that, Seabeck
stood a loser by Charlie's thievery, but no one knew it save himself,
since he never mentioned the matter.)
Billy Louise and Ward were married just as soon as Ward was able to
make the trip to the county-seat, which was just as soon as he could
walk comfortably with a cane.
They stayed the winter in the Cove, and a part of the spring. Then
they buried grim, gray old Marthy up on the side hill near Jase, where
she had asked them to lay her work-worn body when she was gone.
They were very busy and very happy and pretty prosperous with their
three ranches and what gold Ward washed out of the gravel-bank while
they were living up on Mill Creek, so that he could prove up on his
claim. They never heard of Charlie Fox again, or of Buck Olney--and
they never wanted to.
If you should some time ride through a certain portion of Idaho, you
may find the tiny valley of the Wolverine and the decaying cabins which
prove how impossible it is for a couple to live in three places at
once. If you should be so fortunate as to meet Billy Louise, she might
take you through the canyon and point out to you her cave and
Minervy's. It is possible that she might also show you the washout
which always made her and Ward laugh when they passed it. And if you
ride up over the hill and along the upland and down another hill, you
cannot fail to find the entrance to the Cove; and perhaps you will like
to ride down the gorge and see the little Eden hidden away there. You
may even ride as far as Mill Creek; but you will be told, very likely,
that no one ever found any gold there. And if you should meet them,
give my regards to Billy Louise and Ward--who never calls himself a
football these days.
THE END
_The greatest pleasure in life is that of reading. Why not then own
the books of great novelists when the price is so small_
_Of all the amusements which can possibly be imagined for a
hard-working man, after his daily toil, or in its intervals, there is
nothing like reading an entertaining book. It calls for no bodily
exertion. It transports him into a livelier, and gayer, and more
diversified and interesting scene, and while he enjoys himself there he
may forget the evils of the present moment. Nay, it accompanies him to
his next day's work, and gives him something to think of besides the
mere mechanical drudgery of his every-day occupation--something he can
enjoy while absent, and look forward with pleasure to return to._
_Ask your dealer for a list of the titles in Burt's Popular Priced
Fiction_
_In buying the books bearing the A. L. Burt Company imprint you are
assured of wholesome, entertaining and instructive reading_
THE BEST OF RECENT FICTION
Adventures of Jimmie Dale. Frank L. Packard.
Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. A. Conan Doyle.
Adventures of the D. C. I. Major C. E. Russell.
Affair in Duplex 9B, The. William Johnston.
Affair at the Chateau, The. Mrs. Baillie Reynolds.
Affinities and Other Stories. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
After House, The. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
After Noon. Susan Ertz.
Ah, the Delicate Passion. Elizabeth Hall Yates.
Ailsa Page. Robert W. Chambers.
Alcatraz. Max Brand.
All at Sea. Carolyn Wells.
All the Way by Water. Elizabeth Stancy Payne.
Altar of Friendship, The. Blanche Upright.
Amateur Gentleman. Jeffery Farnol.
Amateur Inn, The. Albert Payson Terhune.
Anabel at Sea. Samuel Merwin.
An Accidental Accomplice. William Johnston.
Ancestor Jorico. William J. Locke.
And They Lived Happily Ever After. Meredith Nicholson.
Angel Esquire. Edgar Wallace.
Angel of Terror. Edgar Wallace.
Anne of the Island. L. M. Montgomery.
Anne's House of Dreams. L. M. Montgomery.
Annihilation. Isabel Ostrander.
Ann's Crime. R. T. M. Scott.
An Ordeal of Honor. Anthony Pryde.
Anything But the Truth. Carolyn Wells.
April and Sally June. Margaret Piper Chalmers.
Are All Men Alike, and The Lost Titan. Arthur Stringer
Aristocratic Miss Brewster, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Around Old Chester. Margaret Deland.
Arrant Rover, The. Berta Ruck.
As a Thief in the Night. R. Austin Freeman.
A Self-Made Thief. Hulbert Footner.
Astounding Crime on Torrington Road, The. William Gillette.
At Sight of Gold. Cynthia Lombardi.
At the Foot of the Rainbow. James B. Hendryx
At the Mercy of Tiberias. Augusta Evans Wilson
At the South Gate. Grace S. Richmond
Auction Block, The. Rex Beach.
Aunt Jane of Kentucky. Eliza C. Hall
Aurelius Smith--Detective. R. T. M. Scott
Autocrat, The. Pearl Doles Bell.
Aw Hell! Clarke Venable
Bab: a Sub-Deb. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Babe Ruth's Own Book of Baseball. George Herman Ruth.
Backwoods Princess, A. Hulbert Footner.
Bad One, The. John Farrow.
"Barabbas." Marie Corelli.
Barberry Bush. Kathleen Norris.
Barrier, The. Rex Beach.
Bars of Iron, The. Ethel M. Dell.
Bartenstein Mystery, The. J. S. Fletcher.
Bar-20. Clarence E. Mulford.
Bar-20 Days. Clarence E. Mulford.
Bar 20 Rides Again, The. Clarence E. Mulford.
Bar-20 Three. Clarence E. Mulford.
Bat Wing. Sax Rohmer.
Beauty and the Beast. Kathleen Norris.
Beauty Mask, The. H. M. Clamp.
Beginners, The. Henry Kitchell Webster.
Beg Pardon Sir! Reginald Wright Kauffman.
Bella Donna. Robert Hichens.
Bellamy Trial, The. Frances Noyes Hart.
Belonging. Olive Wadsley.
Beloved Pawn, The. Harold Titus.
Beloved Rajah, The. A. E. R. Craig.
Beloved Traitor, The. Frank L. Packard.
Beloved Vagabond, The. William J. Locke.
Beloved Woman, The. Kathleen Norris.
Beltane the Smith. Jeffery Farnol.
Benson Murder Case, The. S. S. Van Dine.
Best Ghost Stories, The. Edited by Bohun Lynch.
Beyond the Frontier. Randall Parrish.
Bigamist, The. John Jay Chichester.
Big Brother. Rex Beach.
Big Mogul, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Big Shot, The. Frank L. Packard.
Big Timber. Bertrand W. Sinclair.
Bill the Conqueror. P. Q. Wodehouse.
Bill--The Sheik. A. M. Williamson.
Bird of Freedom. Hugh Pendexter.
Black Abbot, The. Edgar Wallace.
Black Bartlemy's Treasure. Jeffery Farnol.
Black Bull, The. H. Bedford-Jones.
Black Buttes. Clarence E. Mulford.
Black Company, The. W. B. M. Ferguson.
Black Flemings, The. Kathleen Norris.
Black Butterflies. Elizabeth Jordan.
Black Glove, The. J. G. Sarasin.
Black Ivory. Polan Banks.
Black Magician, The. R. T. M. Scott.
Black Oxen. Gertrude Atherton.
Black Stamp, The. Will Scott.
Black Turret, The. Patrick Wynnton.
Blades. George Barr McCutcheon.
Blair's Attic. Joseph C. Lincoln and Freeman Lincoln.
Blatchington Tangle, The. G. D. H. and Margaret Cole.
Bleston Mystery, The. Robert Milward Kennedy.
Bloody Ground. Oscar J. Friend.
Blue Blood. Owen Johnson.
Blue Car Mystery, The. Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
Blue Castle, The. L. M. Montgomery.
Blue Hand. Edgar Wallace.
Blue Jay, The. Max Brand.
Bob, Son of Battle. Alfred Ollivant.
Bondwoman, The. G. U. Ellis.
Born Rich. Hughes Cornell.
Borrowed Shield, The. Richard E. Enright.
Boss of Eagle's Nest, The. William West Winter.
Boss of the Diamond A. Robert Ames Bennet.
Boss of the Tumbling H. Frank C. Robertson.
Box With Broken Seals. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Branded. Robert Ames Bennet.
Brass. Charles G. Norris.
Brass Bowl. Louis Joseph Vance.
Bravo Jim. W. D. Hoffman.
Bread. Charles G. Norris.
Bread and Jam. Nalbro Bartley.
Break-Up, The. Esther Birdsall Darling.
Breaking Point, The. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Bride's Progress, The. Harold Weston.
Bright Shawl, The. Joseph Hergesheimer.
Bring Me His Ears. Clarence E. Mulford.
Broad Highway, The. Jeffery Farnol.
Broken Barriers. Meredith Nicholson.
Broken Waters. Frank L. Packard.
Bronze Hand, The. Carolyn Wells.
Brood of the Witch Queen. Sax Rohmer.
Brook Evans. Susan Glaspell.
Brown Study, The. Grace S. Richmond.
Buck Peters, Ranchman. Clarence E. Mulford
Bullet Eater. Oscar J. Friend.
Burned Evidence. Mrs. Wilson Woodrow.
Bush Rancher, The. Harold Bindloss.
Bush That Burned, A. Marjorie Barclay McClure.
Buster, The. William Patterson White.
Butterfly. Kathleen Norris.
Cabbages and Kings. O. Henry.
Cabin at the Trail's End. Sheba Hargreaves
Callahans and the Murphys. Kathleen Norris.
Calling of Dan Matthews. Harold Bell Wright.
Can Women Forget? Florence Riddell.
Cape Cod Stories. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Captain Brand of the Schooner "Centipede." Lieut. Henry A. Wise.
Cap'n Dan's Daughter. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cap'n Eri. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cap'n Jonah's Fortune. James A. Cooper.
Captains of Souls. Edgar Wallace.
Cap'n Sue. Hulbert Footner.
Cap'n Warren's Wards. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Cardigan. Robert W. Chambers.
Carib Gold. Ellery H. Clark.
Carnac's Folly. Sir Gilbert Parker.
Carry On, Jeeves! P. G. Wodehouse.
Case and the Girl. Randall Parrish.
Case Book of Sherlock Holmes, The. A. Conan Doyle.
Cask, The. Freeman Wills Crofts.
Cat-O'Mountain. Arthur O. Friel.
Cat's Eye, The. R. Austin Freeman.
Catspaw, The. Terry Shannon.
Cattle. Winifred Eaton Reeve.
Cattle Baron, The. Robert Ames Bennet.
Cavalier of Tennessee. Meredith Nicholson.
Celestial City, The. Baroness Orczy.
Certain Dr. Thorndyke, A. R. Austin Freeman.
Certain People of Importance. Kathleen Norris.
Chaffee of Roaring Horse. Ernest Haycox.
Chance--and the Woman. Ellis Middleton.
Charteris Mystery. A. Fielding.
Cherry Square. Grace S. Richmond.
Cheyne Mystery, The. Freeman Wills Crofts.
Child of the North. Ridgwell Cullum.
Child of the Wild. Edison Marshall.
Children of Divorce. Owen Johnson.
Chronicles of Avonlea. L. M. Montgomery.
Cinema Murder, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
City of Lilies, The. Anthony Pryde and R. K. Weeks.
City of Peril, The. Arthur Stringer.
City of the Sun, The. Edwin L. Sabin.
Clair De Lune. Anthony Pryde.
Clever One, The. Edgar Wallace.
Click of Triangle T. Oscar J. Friend.
Clifford Affair, The. A. Fielding.
Clock Strikes Two, The. Henry Kitchell Webster.
Clouded Pearl, The. Berta Ruck.
Cloudy in the West. William Patterson White.
Club of Masks, The. Allen Upward.
Clue of the New Pin, The. Edgar Wallace.
Clue of the Twisted Candle. Edgar Wallace.
Coast of Enchantment. Burton E. Stevenson.
Cock's Feather. Katherine Newlin Burt.
Cold Harbour. Francis Brett Young.
Colorado Jim. George Goodchild.
Come Home. Stella G. S. Perry.
Coming of Cassidy, The. Clarence E. Mulford.
Coming of Cosgrove, The. Laurie Y. Erskine.
Coming of the Law, The. Charles A. Selzer.
Communicating Door, The. Wadsworth Camp.
Concerning Him. Introduced by the writer of "To M. L. G."
Confidence Man, The. Laurie Y. Erskine.
Conquest of Canaan, The. Booth Tarkington.
Conquering Lover, The. Pamela Wynne.
Conqueror Passes, A. Larry Barretto.
Constant Nymph, The. Margaret Kennedy.
Contraband. Clarence Budington Kelland.
Copper Moon. Edwin Bateman Morris.
Corbin Necklace, The. Henry Kitchell Webster.
Corsican Justice. J. G. Sarasin.
Corson of the J. C. Clarence E. Mulford.
Cottonwood Gulch. Clarence E. Mulford.
Court of Inquiry, A. Grace S. Richmond.
Cow Woman, The. George Gilbert.
Crime at Red Towers. Chester K. Steele.
Crime in the Crypt, The. Carolyn Wells.
Crimson Circle, The. Edgar Wallace.
Crooked. Maximilian Foster.
Crooked Cross, The. Charles J. Dutton.
Crook's Shadow, The. J. Jefferson Farjeon.
Cross Trails. Harold Bindloss.
Cruel Fellowship. Cyril Hume.
Cryder of the Big Woods. George C. Shedd.
Cry in the Wilderness, A. Mary E. Wilier.
Crystal Cup, The. Gertrude Athenon.
Cup of Fury, The. Rupert Hughes.
Curious Quest, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
[Transcriber's note: the catalog listing ended here.]
End of Project Gutenberg's The Ranch at the Wolverine, by B. M. Bower