SAVED FROM THE SUN GODS.
Suddenly a thought struck him. Perhaps by joining his belt and Nat’s
together and then leaning over the edge of the pit he could haul his
unfortunate chum up to safety. It was worth trying, anyway.
Going to the edge of the pit and leaning over, Joe communicated his
idea to Nat. By this time the sun was streaming dazzlingly into the pit
and only by crouching in one corner could Nat escape its ardent rays.
Acting on Joe’s instructions, Nat took off his belt and threw it
upward. After one or two trials Joe managed to catch it. Then, taking
off his own, he joined the two together. Then he extended himself at
the edge of the well, and, reaching out his arm to the utmost, lowered
the two joined belts down to Nat. They were about a foot too short for
Nat to reach them even with the utmost endeavor of which Joe was
capable!
Things began to look black, indeed. Momentarily the sun was nearing the
zenith, and the place into which Nat had fallen was so designed that
when the luminary reached its highest point in the skies the excavation
would be filled with its rays, magnified many times by the crystal
lens. The lens, in fact, was nothing more nor less than an immense
burning-glass designed to shrivel up the victims of the ancient
priesthood. How little those who invented such a cruelly ingenious
device could have imagined that a boy of the twentieth century would
ever be in danger of losing his life by it! Yet such was the case and
neither Nat nor Joe could conceal the fact from themselves an instant
longer.
“Can’t you think of anything? Don’t you think you could climb up just a
foot or two?” asked Joe, despairingly.
“The walls are smooth as glass. I don’t believe a fly could get a hold
on them,” was the rejoinder. “Joe, the heat is getting awful!” gasped
out poor Nat in conclusion.
“Gracious! What am I to do?” cried Joe to himself. He rose to his feet
and gazed about him. Suddenly a thought struck him. If the priests, as
seemed only too probable, really roasted people to death in that well,
they must have had some means of getting the bodies out. How did they
do it? It must have been by a chain or rope, or something of the sort,
was the thought that struck Joe after a minute’s reflection. In that
case the chain, or whatever they used for the purpose of extricating
their victims, must be somewhere in the chamber.
“I’ll find it, if it’s anywhere within reach,” determined Joe.
Then he hailed Nat in as cheerful a voice as he could muster. He told
him what he was going to do and begged him to keep up his courage. Nat
replied bravely that he could hold out a while longer; but the weakness
of his voice made it painfully evident that if help was to be furnished
him it would have to come quickly or be too late.
Joe noticed, now that his sight was quickened by the need of hasty
action, that off at one side of the chamber was a recess cut in the
rocks. He hastened over to it and found that within it was an ancient
chest of some sort of sweet-smelling wood. This was so dry-rotted with
the ages that a vigorous kick of the lad’s foot smashed the moldering
lock off and Joe hastily threw the lid open.
He could not refrain from uttering a cry of joy as his eyes noted its
contents, some spears, axes, of stone or flint—whose former purpose
seemed only too evident—and, best of all, a coil of chain, forged of
the same peculiar greenish metal as the ring had been.
“Hurray!” shouted Joe as he dragged out the chain, “this is what we
wanted. Now I’ll have Nat out in no time.”
Hastening back to the lip of the well with the chain, he dangled its
end, which terminated in a hook, over the edge. As he did so he gasped
at the hot fumes which arose from the cylindrical pit. Joe was only
just in time. Nat had barely strength enough to fasten the chain under
his armpits and begin scrambling up as Joe hauled with all his might.
But if the hole had not been small enough in circumference for Nat to
brace his legs against one side of it and help work himself up in this
way, Joe would never have got him out. As it was, the task almost
exhausted the strength of both boys, and when it was completed they lay
gasping at the edge of the well for some moments, utterly unable to
command their limbs.
Joe was the first to recover. The sun had now reached the zenith, and
through the mammoth burning-glass was pouring hotly into the well. A
sudden idea struck Joe. He tore a bit of paper off an old envelope he
happened to have in his pocket and let it flutter into the pit.
As it dropped waveringly the paper turned brown, then black, and as it
struck the bottom of the sun-heated pit it dissolved altogether into
shrivelled cinder.
Joe turned away from the pit with a shudder. The thought of the
fearfully narrow escape Nat had had almost unnerved him. But for Nat’s
sake he did not let the other lad see how shaken he was. Shortly after
Nat, though still weak, was sufficiently recovered to get shakily to
his feet. Then the two lads set about to find a way out of the
sacrificial cave. First, however, they armed themselves with a
stone-axe apiece.
The arched entrance of another passage than the one by which they came
opened off on one side of the cavern, and as they peered into it they
could feel a sharp puff of delightfully cool air. “That means that this
passage leads out into the open,” cried Nat gleefully. “Come on, Joe,
we’ll soon be out of this mess.”
Joe, rejoicing as much as Nat, followed the young leader of the Motor
Rangers. As they advanced the air blew upon them cleaner and sweeter
every instant. Both lads inhaled it in great lungfuls. It seemed as if
they could never get enough of it after that oven-like chamber of the
sun.
“I wonder what part of the city we’ll come out in,” said Nat presently.
“Near the camp, I hope. How astonished the others will be when we tell
them of what has happened to us! I’ll bet they’ve had a tame time
compared to ours.”
“I hope so for their sakes,” said Nat with a laugh, “but I guess we are
out of the woods now.”
But were they? It seemed to the two young Motor Rangers, a moment
later, that they were not by any means “out of the woods,” as Nat had
phrased it.
Instead, they soon found themselves at the mouth of the passage; but as
far from finding their friends as ever. For the tunnel emerged in the
face of a precipitous cliff, below which glittered the waters of the
lake. It was a cruel disappointment.
While they still stood there, almost crushed by the sense that after
all they were still prisoners—and apparently hopeless ones—a startling
thing happened.
In the passage behind them distant voices sounded!
Human voices they were beyond a doubt. They were borne to the ears of
our two young friends with the booming sound produced by the tunnel,
which formed, as it were, a giant speaking-tube.
The boys exchanged alarmed glances. Who could these denizens of the
subterranean world of the island be? Survivors of the cruel race of
whose practices they had just had a terrible revelation? Robbers, or
worse, who had made the Lost City their rendezvous? Or was it, after
all, a trick of the imagination?
Determined to test this last idea, Nat slipped a short distance into
the tunnel and listened intently.
A few seconds satisfied him that their imaginations had played them no
pranks. Voices, far off, but apparently coming nearer, could be
distinctly heard. Nat turned faint and sick for an instant, and a
glance at Joe’s face showed him that his companion, too, was badly
shaken. Nat did not blame him. The knowledge that mysterious beings of
some sort were within the tunnel and coming toward them—perhaps on
their track—gave him a most uncomfortable thrill.
He glanced down from the ledge on which they stood. The cliff face was
smooth, although some metal rings showed that a ladder must once have
existed by which the lake might be reached. Above the mouth of the
tunnel the precipice was sheer also.
They were fairly trapped. As they realized this each lad instinctively
grasped his stone-axe tighter. Nat crouched behind a boulder and Joe
squeezed in close beside him.
“Who do you think they are?” he quivered, “survivors of the Lost Race,
or—or——”
“I don’t know,” rejoined Nat, with what composure he could summon, “but
this I do know, that they are not likely to be friendly if they find
us.”
“Then there is a chance——”
“Yes, a chance that they may not come as far as this, or may not see
us. They may be crossing some intersecting passage from a higher level.”
But a few minutes later the voices grew louder. The perspiration broke
out on Joe’s forehead. He gripped his axe more tightly, but the sense
of the mystery surrounding the beings who were approaching made him
catch his breath in agitation. He felt as if he were in some nightmare.
“Mind! Don’t make a hostile move unless they attack us first,” warned
Nat in an impressive whisper.
The next instant a high-pitched voice came booming down the tunnel.
“S-s-s-s-say this bub-bub-beats the Sub-ub-ub-ubway!”
“Jumping hop-toads! That’s Ding-dong Bell!” cried Joe, dashing down his
hammer.
“And the professor!” cried Nat as another familiar voice came toward
them.
“And Mr. Tubbs! What on earth!”
With wild whoops of joy the two boys who an instant before had been
expecting to face, they knew not what, peril, rushed to meet their
friends. They were in such a hurry that they narrowly escaped being
shot, the other party being as much alarmed at their approach as they
had been at the advance of the professor and his companions.
Matters were soon explained. The professor and his comrades had found
the mouth of a tunnel in an old temple. Entering this, it had brought
them underground. Some distance above the lake end of the tunnel which
the boys had traversed, the passage by which the professor had
travelled joined it. The hurry of Nat and Joe to reach the fresh air
explained why they had not noticed the branch passage. Had they done so
and followed it they would have come out not far from camp.
CHAPTER XVII.
“DID WE DREAM IT ALL?”
The search of the ruins was prosecuted with vigor for several days more
before they stumbled upon anything in the way of “te-ter-treasure,” as
Ding-dong Bell called it. But during that time the boys’ eyes had been
so satiated with wonders of ancient architecture and carvings, that
they had almost forgotten about the more material part of their quest.
One afternoon Nat and Joe had set forth to explore a temple which,
hitherto, had not been entered. The professor would have accompanied
them, but he was busy working up his field notes into his journal, and
compiling in systematic form descriptions of the wonders of the island.
Mr. Tubbs and Ding-dong had gone off making photographs, of which a
goodly number had been taken, not forgetting several motion pictures,
showing the explorers at work.
“Suppose we take a look over that queer, oblong building,” said Joe, as
they set out, indicating a smaller building than the others, not so
very far removed from the grand circle of structures fronting on the
circular Sun Temple, which formed the “hub” of the island.
“Very well,” said Nat; “but I don’t suppose it contains anything but a
replica of what we’ve seen already.”
“Well, inasmuch as the professor has made up his mind not to leave the
island till everything has been explored and recorded, we might as well
see what we can see in there,” went on Joe.
So the two lads set forth on their tour of exploration. The door of the
temple they had elected to investigate was in fairly good preservation,
the lintel post not having cracked, as was the case with most of the
other buildings. The usual condition was an evidence of the severity of
the earthquakes that must, from time to time, have shaken the island.
Passing through the entrance they found themselves in pitchy darkness.
But, as they had long since found electric flashlights needful articles
in searching the ruins, they soon had drawn out a couple of these and
illuminated the gloom.
“This is a queer sort of place,” remarked Nat, looking about him as
they flashed the lights hither and thither, “I wonder if the same
peculiar feature about it has struck you as it has me.”
“What is that?” asked Joe.
“Why, in every other one of these old temples and ruins we have seen,
there was every provision for the admittance of light; in fact, the old
Incas were sun worshippers.”
“I see what you mean now,” cried Joe eagerly. “This place hasn’t a
window in it.”
“No; that’s odd, isn’t it? I wonder if, by any chance, this can be the
Temple of the Moon that the professor was anxious to discover.”
“By George! I shouldn’t wonder if you’ve hit on the explanation, Nat.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do.”
“Well, let’s carry on our investigations.”
“By all means. We may be on the verge of a great discovery of some
sort.”
“I hope we don’t discover any more snakes.”
“Same here. Those beasts get on my nerves.”
“We’ve seen enough of them in the last few days to make you get
accustomed to them.”
“That is true; but just the same, the more I see of them the less I
like them. These ruins all seem to be alive with them.”
“I guess they are common in every part of this country.”
“Ugh! I can never think of that one that almost got poor Ding-dong
without a shudder.”
“Well, let’s push on. This place seems to have a sort of dome for a
roof.”
As he spoke, Nat flashed his light up till its beam of radiance showed
a finely modeled but low dome above them. As the light fell on the
concave structure, the lad gave a cry.
“Look, Joe! Look!”
“What? Where?”
“Up there, right above us!”
“Why, it’s a huge silver moon embossed on the dome!”
“That’s what it is. There is almost as much silver there as there is
gold on the sacred dome. Those old fellows were not sparing with
precious metals.”
“I should say not. But what’s that over there, Nat? Surely it’s a door.”
“Looks like one, anyhow. Let’s try it and see.”
The two lads crossed the stone floor, upon which the dust of the ages
lay thick and rose in choking clouds, and reached the portal which Joe
had pointed out. The great ring affixed to one side of it was of some
peculiar sort of metal, not unlike bronze, and was untarnished.
Not without a faster beating of his heart, Nat turned the ring. It
moved easily, and as it did so the door swung outward. It was of stone,
and massive as the living rock itself.
Within they made out a flight of stairs that led steeply upward into
the darkness.
“Are you game to try them?” asked Nat.
“Am I? I wouldn’t go out of here without seeing where they lead.”
“Well, go easy. They might give way. Heaven only knows how old they
are.”
But the stairs proved solid. They wound upward steeply, worming their
way around a central pillar covered with carvings. At last the boys
emerged on a kind of platform at the top, which was roofed in by an
irregularly shaped covering. Right in front of them were two round
holes placed at some distance apart, and at their elbows were some
curious-looking bits of apparatus. One of these looked like a gigantic
bellows, and another was not unlike a megaphone in form.
“Well, where on earth are we now?” gasped Joe.
“I don’t know, but light is coming in through these holes. Let’s look
out and see.”
The boys each took one of the circular windows and peered out. To their
astonishment they looked into a vast cavernous chamber, lighted from
the summit which admitted sunshine, the roof of which was supported by
pillars. It was so vast that it took the breath away almost, to gaze
into its great distances and heights.
The floor of this place was marked with a circle, about which were
inscribed signs at regular intervals.
“Must have been their equivalent for the signs of the zodiac,” breathed
Nat, awestruck at the enormous spaces before him.
“Then this was a temple,” said Joe looking down from his window at the
great floor, which was fully twenty feet below where the boys stood
peering.
“It must have been,” gasped out Nat, “and—and—Joe, we are in the very
holy of holies of this island.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can’t you see? Look below you. We are peering out of the eyes of a
huge idol made out of the rock. That stuff at the head of the stairs
must have been the apparatus the priests used to make the idol speak
and utter terrifying noises.”
There was no question but that Nat was right. Both boys could now make
out beneath them, the rounded outlines of a huge squatting figure. In
the head of this monstrous figure—its eyes, in fact—were the two
circular holes through which they were looking.
“Gracious, what a sight it must have been when that temple was full of
people of the vanished race, adoring this great idol,” murmured Nat, in
awestruck tones.
“And what a job the priests must have had fooling them through that
megaphone and that big bellows,” said Joe, the practical.
“That wouldn’t have detracted from the grandeur of the scene. It must
have all been very real to them. Why, this place must be as vast as the
hugest cathedral.”
“It gives me the shivers,” said Joe. “Hark, how your voice goes echoing
off there among the pillars.”
“I wish there was some way of climbing down through these eyes. I’d
like to explore that temple. I wonder where the entrance is.”
“Must be on the other side of the island. In the meantime, let’s look
at the head of the stairs there, and see if we can discover anything
else.”
The boys flashed their lights about among the pile of mouldering relics
and machinery of the ancient priests. Suddenly Nat gave a shout of
triumph.
“What do you make of this?”
“This” was a huge chest, the lid of which, bound and embossed with
dully glittering metal, was open. It was full of various articles, some
of which gleamed and flashed with gems. Nat plunged in his hand and
drew out a golden breastplate. Joe followed this discovery by drawing
forth a cup of what seemed to be pure turquoise. Various head-dresses
of precious metal, more cups and vessels of gold, all jewel studded,
followed.
“Well, we’ve found it,” breathed Nat; “we’ve found it, Joe, old boy.”
“Yes, and now we have, let’s take what we can of this stuff and get out
of here,” said Joe. “We’ll come back with more lights and company. It’s
getting kind of creepy and lonesome in the dark here.”
The boys loaded themselves with all they could carry, including the
turquoise cup, and stumbled down the stairway. It did not take them
long to retrace their steps and dump down their prizes in front of the
astonished professor. He declared that the value of the turquoise cup
alone was inestimable, while the jewels in some of the breastplates and
vessels were worth more than he dared to name.
“I should say that what you have here would fetch two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars in the value of the jewels alone,” he said. “As to
what they are worth as relics of a vanished race, I am not prepared to
say.”
Half an hour later, while they still sat awed and silent about the pile
of wonderful relics, Ding-dong Bell appeared lugging an armful of
photographic plates.
“We got some dandy pictures,” he began, “we—— Wer-wer-well, I’ll be
jer-jer-jer-jig-gered!”
For the first time in his life Ding-dong Bell was fairly taken aback
and bereft of all speech. He could only stand and blink in owl-like
fashion at the marvelous display laid out before him.
* * * * *
“Nat! Nat! wake up!”
The voice sounded in the ear of the leader of the Motor Rangers, and
was accompanied by a violent shaking of his shoulder.
“What is it, Joe? Here, quit shaking my bed, I——”
“I’m not shaking your bed, Nat. It’s the whole island that’s shaking!
Quick, help me arouse the others!”
Nat was awake in a flash. As he hastily drew on some clothes a strange
moaning noise filled the air. It was followed by a rushing sound
overhead.
“It’s an earthquake!” exclaimed the professor, as soon as he was
awakened.
As he spoke the whole structure of the _Discoverer_ was shaken as if by
a giant hand beneath her.
At the same instant the voice of old Matco was heard calling out as if
in prayer.
“Get her loose, for heaven’s sake!” cried Mr. Tubbs, “or we’ll be
destroyed!”
“It is the vengeance! The vengeance!” cried old Matco in Spanish,
bursting into the cabin.
“Switch on the lights,” ordered the professor.
Joe sprang into the pilot house and threw the switch. A blaze of light
illumined the aircraft. It showed a strange scene in her cabin.
Half-dressed, and wholly bewildered, the adventurers were being thrown
about like so many ninepins. The substructure of the _Discoverer_ shook
like an ague-stricken human being, as the earth beneath her rocked and
rumbled.
Nat and Joe, the most self-possessed of any on board, sprang out upon
the decks. The ropes had been tied, it not having been anticipated that
they would want to leave in a hurry.
“Cut them!” shouted Nat above the hubbub about them.
The sky was being ripped and seared by livid lightning, while the
flashes of light showed the lake to be a mass of white foam. The air
was filled with a strange, roaring sound.
It was the voice of the earthquake. Nat had heard it once before in
California.
As the boys’ knives fell on the ropes, the _Discoverer_ shot upward. Up
and up into the lightning-riven sky she arose, while beneath them the
earth shook and rocked and rumbled.
“Great Scott!” cried a voice,—it was Nat’s,—“if ever we get struck by a
flash of that lightning,—good-bye!”
The words sounded flippant, but the danger was real. The boy recalled
reading of the fatal disaster to the great Zeppelin dirigible in a
thunder-storm. But still they could not seek a refuge on the earth, at
any rate not on the island. The air was the only place for them to seek
safety.
The noise all about was nothing less than terrific. Voices could not be
heard unless raised to a shout. The rigging of the dirigible creaked
and groaned as the great bag swayed, and added to the distracting
turmoil.
Paralyzed by the very suddenness and utter unexpectedness of it all,
the adventurers for a time merely clung to the rails of their swaying,
madly careening craft. How that night passed, none on board was exactly
able to tell in after days.
They got the engine going, and held the big cloud cruiser as close to
the earth as they dared, using the descending planes to steady her
under the wild swaying of the great gas bag. A furious wind accompanied
the earthquake, and when the lightning died away it seemed as if there
was to be fresh and even more deadly peril, from the possibility of the
great gas container being ripped bodily from the substructure.
But the rigging held tightly, and dawn found the disturbance almost at
an end. It was a shaken, white-faced crew that regarded one another in
the gray light. The night had been one to try the nerves of a man of
iron, and the Motor Rangers were only youths.
However, the storm died out almost as swiftly as it had come, and
breakfast and hot coffee heartened them wonderfully. Even old Matco
plucked up his spirits, although, during the night, he was certain that
they were bound to perish in the anger of the old gods of his country.
After the morning meal they began to look about them. They found that,
during the night, they had been blown far to the southward of the site
of the lost city, but they could still make out the ragged peaks that
marked its locality.
The professor called a meeting, and it was unanimously decided to wing
back and find out how the island of the dead had fared. They reached
the spot by noon, and sailed over the peaks and gazed down into the
place where the island should have been.
But no island was there!
It had vanished as completely as if it had been a dream. Only the
waters of the lake rippled as placidly as of yore, hiding forever under
their azure surface the city that had been and now was not.
Silent and stunned the adventurers turned the _Discoverer’s_ prow
toward the westward once more.
“If it wasn’t for those relics in the cabin,” said Nat pensively, “I
should think that we’d dreamed it all.”
As he spoke he looked back toward the far horizon. Already the ragged
peaks were fading on the sky and soon would be out of sight.
“After all,” said the professor at length, “perhaps it is better so
than if that noble city of a vanished race had become the resort of
gossiping tourists.”
And in after days they agreed with him; but with Nat and Joe it was
long a bitter thought that they had left in the Temple of the Moon some
of the most marvelous remains of an ancient civilization ever
discovered.
* * * * *
The untimely ending of the existence of the wonderful island put an end
also to the Motor Rangers’ aerial adventures, for the professor decided
to abandon all attempts at relocating it and employing divers, as had
been his first intention.
The voyage north was made on the staunch old _Nomad_, and Mr. Tubbs and
the professor accompanied the boys. Old Matco received a substantial
reward, and decided to spend his last days in the shelter of Bolivian
cities rather than to take once more to the life of the forest.
As for Captain Lawless and his rascally mate, they were last heard of
roaming about Bolivia, still seeking for the lost city, of whose
destruction they were not aware. They had engineered an expedition with
their remaining money for this purpose, but not, of course, till after
their release from prison for firing at the airship. But as this was
only a brief incarceration, it did not delay their plans much. The
present chronicler is not in a position to state their ultimate fate.
It may be of interest to state here, that the crew they had so basely
deserted, managed to regain their schooner from the rascally old island
chief and sail her home, where they collected salvage from the owners.
The Motor Rangers enjoyed a long rest at home and then visited New York
to aid in classifying and arranging the pictures and relics of the lost
city. The cloud cruiser was sold to a syndicate, which long used her as
a passenger craft at fairs and exhibitions, and it is safe to say that
not one of her passengers ever dreamed of what the airship that carried
him had passed through.
Their exciting adventures above the earth will ever remain to the trio
of boys among their most thrilling recollections, says Nat; but in a
recent letter to a friend he hints that tiring of inactivity he and his
two chums have already started out in search of fresh incident and
adventure.
From what Nat says the tale of their experiences should form a suitable
sequel to the other volumes of this series, and it will be called: THE
MOTOR RANGERS’ WIRELESS STATION.
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and the stage for their proving and testing is again the water. On the
surface and below it, the boys have jolly, contagious fun, and the
story of their serious, purposeful inventions challenge the reader’s
deepest attention.
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=BORDER BOYS SERIES=
Mexican and Canadian Frontier Series
By FREMONT B. DEERING.
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=THE BORDER BOYS ON THE TRAIL.=
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What it meant to make an enemy of Black Ramon De Barios—that is the
problem that Jack Merrill and his friends, including Coyote Pete, face
in this exciting tale.
=THE BORDER BOYS ACROSS THE FRONTIER.=
Read of the Haunted Mesa and its mysteries, of the Subterranean River
and its strange uses, of the value of gasolene and steam “in running
the gauntlet,” and you will feel that not even the ancient splendors of
the Old World can furnish a better setting for romantic action than the
Border of the New.
=THE BORDER BOYS WITH THE MEXICAN RANGERS.=
As every day is making history—faster, it is said, than ever before—so
books that keep pace with the changes are full of rapid action and
accurate facts. This book deals with lively times on the Mexican border.
=THE BORDER BOYS WITH THE TEXAS RANGERS.=
The Border Boys have already had much excitement and adventure in their
lives, but all this has served to prepare them for the experiences
related in this volume. They are stronger, braver and more resourceful
than ever, and the exigencies of their life in connection with the
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=FRANK ARMSTRONG SERIES=
=Twentieth Century Athletic Stories=
By MATHEW M. COLTON.
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=FRANK ARMSTRONG’S VACATION.=
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and a tramp through the Everglades, is the subject of this splendid
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=FRANK ARMSTRONG AT QUEENS.=
We find among the jolly boys at Queen’s School, Frank, the
student-athlete, Jimmy, the baseball enthusiast, and Lewis, the
unconsciously-funny youth who furnishes comedy for every page that
bears his name. Fall and winter sports between intensely rival school
teams are expertly described.
=FRANK ARMSTRONG’S SECOND TERM.=
The gymnasium, the track and the field make the background for the
stirring events of this volume, in which David, Jimmy, Lewis, the “Wee
One” and the “Codfish” figure, while Frank “saves the day.”
=FRANK ARMSTRONG, DROP KICKER.=
With the same persistent determination that won him success in
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art of “drop kicking,” and the Queen’s football team profits thereby.
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=BEN STONE AT OAKDALE.=
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Under peculiarly trying circumstances Ben Stone wins his way at Oakdale
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and the clever work of the “Sleuth,” Ben is falsely accused, championed
and vindicated.
=BOYS OF OAKDALE ACADEMY.=
“One thing I will claim, and that is that all Grants fight open and
square and there never was a sneak among them.” It was Rodney Grant, of
Texas, who made the claim to his friend, Ben Stone, and this story
shows how he proved the truth of this statement in the face of apparent
evidence to the contrary.
=RIVAL PITCHERS OF OAKDALE.=
Baseball is the main theme of this interesting narrative, and that
means not only clear and clever descriptions of thrilling games, but an
intimate acquaintance with the members of the teams who played them.
The Oakdale Boys were ambitious and loyal, and some were even
disgruntled and jealous, but earnest, persistent work won out.
=OAKDALE BOYS IN CAMP.=
The typical vacation is the one that means much freedom, little
restriction, and immediate contact with “all outdoors.” These
conditions prevailed in the summer camp of the Oakdale Boys and made it
a scene of lively interest.
=THE GREAT OAKDALE MYSTERY.=
The “Sleuth” scents a mystery! He “follows his nose.” The plot
thickens! He makes deductions. There are surprises for the reader—and
for the “Sleuth,” as well.
=NEW BOYS AT OAKDALE.=
A new element creeps into Oakdale with another year’s registration of
students. The old and the new standards of conduct in and out of school
meet, battle, and cause sweeping changes in the lives of several of the
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=THE DREADNOUGHT BOYS ON BATTLE PRACTICE.=
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warfare and to the intimate life and surprising adventures of Uncle
Sam’s sailors.
=THE DREADNOUGHT BOYS ABOARD A DESTROYER.=
In this story real dangers threaten and the boys’ patriotism is tested
in a peculiar international tangle. The scene is laid on the South
American coast.
=THE DREADNOUGHT BOYS ON A SUBMARINE.=
To the inventive genius—trade-school boy or mechanic—this story has
special charm, perhaps, but to every reader its mystery and clever
action are fascinating.
=THE DREADNOUGHT BOYS ON AERO SERVICE.=
Among the volunteers accepted for Aero Service are Ned and Herc. Their
perilous adventures are not confined to the air, however, although they
make daring and notable flights in the name of the Government; nor are
they always able to fly beyond the reach of their old “enemies,” who
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=THE BUNGALOW BOYS.=
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=THE BUNGALOW BOYS MAROONED IN THE TROPICS.=
A real treasure hunt of the most thrilling kind, with a sunken Spanish
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but add to that a band of desperate men, a dark plot and a devil fish,
and you have the combination that brings strange adventures into the
lives of the Bungalow Boys.
=THE BUNGALOW BOYS IN THE GREAT NORTH WEST.=
The clever assistance of a young detective saves the boys from the
clutches of Chinese smugglers, of whose nefarious trade they know too
much. How the Professor’s invention relieves a critical situation is
also an exciting incident of this book.
=THE BUNGALOW BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES.=
The Bungalow Boys start out for a quiet cruise on the Great Lakes and a
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=THE MOTOR MAIDS’ SCHOOL DAYS.=
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Billie Campbell was just the type of a straightforward, athletic girl
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did her class-mates, to her heart, and many a grand good time did they
have all together. The road over which she ran her red machine had many
an unexpected turning,—now it led her into peculiar danger; now into
contact with strange travelers; and again into experiences by fire and
water. But, best of all, “The Comet” never failed its brave girl owner.
=THE MOTOR MAIDS BY PALM AND PINE.=
Wherever the Motor Maids went there were lively times, for these were
companionable girls who looked upon the world as a vastly interesting
place full of unique adventures—and so, of course, they found them.
=THE MOTOR MAIDS ACROSS THE CONTINENT.=
It is always interesting to travel, and it is wonderfully entertaining
to see old scenes through fresh eyes. It is that privilege, therefore,
that makes it worth while to join the Motor Maids in their first
’cross-country run.
=THE MOTOR MAIDS BY ROSE, SHAMROCK AND HEATHER.=
South and West had the Motor Maids motored, nor could their education
by travel have been more wisely begun. But now a speaking acquaintance
with their own country enriched their anticipation of an introduction
to the British Isles. How they made their polite American bow and how
they were received on the other side is a tale of interest and
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=MOLLY BROWN’S FRESHMAN DAYS.=
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seek an introduction to Molly Brown. You will find the baggage-master,
the cook, the Professor of English Literature, and the College
President in the same company.
=MOLLY BROWN’S SOPHOMORE DAYS.=
What is more delightful than a re-union of college girls after the
summer vacation? Certainly nothing that precedes it in their
experience—at least, if all class-mates are as happy together as the
Wellington girls of this story. Among Molly’s interesting friends of
the second year is a young Japanese girl, who ingratiates her “humbly”
self into everybody’s affections speedily and permanently.
=MOLLY BROWN’S JUNIOR DAYS.=
Financial stumbling blocks are not the only things that hinder the ease
and increase the strength of college girls. Their troubles and their
triumphs are their own, often peculiar to their environment. How
Wellington students meet the experiences outside the class-rooms is
worth the doing, the telling and the reading.
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=Clean Aviation Stories=
By MARGARET BURNHAM.
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=THE GIRL AVIATORS AND THE PHANTOM AIRSHIP.=
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Roy Prescott was fortunate in having a sister so clever and devoted to
him and his interests that they could share work and play with mutual
pleasure and to mutual advantage. This proved especially true in
relation to the manufacture and manipulation of their aeroplane, and
Peggy won well deserved fame for her skill and good sense as an
aviator. There were many stumbling-blocks in their terrestrial path,
but they soared above them all to ultimate success.
=THE GIRL AVIATORS ON GOLDEN WINGS.=
That there is a peculiar fascination about aviation that wins and holds
girl enthusiasts as well as boys is proved by this tale. On golden
wings the girl aviators rose for many an exciting flight, and met
strange and unexpected experiences.
=THE GIRL AVIATORS’ SKY CRUISE.=
To most girls a coaching or yachting trip is an adventure. How much
more perilous an adventure a “sky cruise” might be is suggested by the
title and proved by the story itself.
=THE GIRL AVIATORS’ MOTOR BUTTERFLY.=
The delicacy of flight suggested by the word “butterfly,” the
mechanical power implied by “motor,” the ability to control assured in
the title “aviator,” all combined with the personality and enthusiasm
of girls themselves, make this story one for any girl or other reader
“to go crazy over.”
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=LIVE STORIES OF OUTDOOR LIFE=
By DEXTER J. FORRESTER.
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=THE BUNGALOW BOYS.=
[Illustration]
How the Bungalow Boys received their title and how they retained the
right to it in spite of much opposition makes a lively narrative for
lively boys.
=THE BUNGALOW BOYS MAROONED IN THE TROPICS.=
A real treasure hunt of the most thrilling kind, with a sunken Spanish
galleon as its object, makes a subject of intense interest at any time,
but add to that a band of desperate men, a dark plot and a devil fish,
and you have the combination that brings strange adventures into the
lives of the Bungalow Boys.
=THE BUNGALOW BOYS IN THE GREAT NORTH WEST.=
The clever assistance of a young detective saves the boys from the
clutches of Chinese smugglers, of whose nefarious trade they know too
much. How the Professor’s invention relieves a critical situation is
also an exciting incident of this book.
=THE BUNGALOW BOYS ON THE GREAT LAKES.=
The Bungalow Boys start out for a quiet cruise on the Great Lakes and a
visit to an island. A storm and a band of wreckers interfere, with the
serenity of their trip, and a submarine adds zest and adventure to it.
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Mexican and Canadian Frontier Series
By FREMONT B. DEERING.
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=THE BORDER BOYS ON THE TRAIL.=
[Illustration]
What it meant to make an enemy of Black Ramon De Barios—that is the
problem that Jack Merrill and his friends, including Coyote Pete, face
in this exciting tale.
=THE BORDER BOYS ACROSS THE FRONTIER.=
Read of the Haunted Mesa and its mysteries, of the Subterranean River
and its strange uses, of the value of gasolene and steam “in running
the gauntlet,” and you will feel that not even the ancient splendors of
the Old World can furnish a better setting for romantic action than the
Border of the New.
=THE BORDER BOYS WITH THE MEXICAN RANGERS.=
As every day is making history—faster, it is said, than ever before—so
books that keep pace with the changes are full of rapid action and
accurate facts. This book deals with lively times on the Mexican border.
=THE BORDER BOYS WITH THE TEXAS RANGERS.=
The Border Boys have already had much excitement and adventure in their
lives, but all this has served to prepare them for the experiences
related in this volume. They are stronger, braver and more resourceful
than ever, and the exigencies of their life in connection with the
Texas Rangers demand all their trained ability.
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=BOY INVENTORS SERIES=
=Stories of Skill and Ingenuity=
By RICHARD BONNER
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=THE BOY INVENTORS’ WIRELESS TELEGRAPH.=
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Blest with natural curiosity,—sometimes called the instinct of
investigation,—favored with golden opportunity, and gifted with
creative ability, the Boy Inventors meet emergencies and contrive
mechanical wonders that interest and convince the reader because they
always “work” when put to the test.
=THE BOY INVENTORS’ VANISHING GUN.=
A thought, a belief, an experiment; discouragement, hope, effort and
final success—this is the history of many an invention; a history in
which excitement, competition, danger, despair and persistence figure.
This merely suggests the circumstances which draw the daring Boy
Inventors into strange experiences and startling adventures, and which
demonstrate the practical use of their vanishing gun.
=THE BOY INVENTORS’ DIVING TORPEDO BOAT.=
As in the previous stories of the Boy Inventors, new and interesting
triumphs of mechanism are produced which become immediately valuable,
and the stage for their proving and testing is again the water. On the
surface and below it, the boys have jolly, contagious fun, and the
story of their serious, purposeful inventions challenge the reader’s
deepest attention.
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By Horatio Alger, Jr. The Boy’s Writer
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A series of books known to all boys; books that are good and wholesome,
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Adrift in New York.
A Cousin’s Conspiracy.
Andy Gordon.
Andy Grant’s Pluck.
Bob Burton.
Bound to Rise.
Brave and Bold.
Cash Boy.
Chester Rand.
Do and Dare.
Driven from Home.
Erie Train Boy.
Facing the World.
Five Hundred Dollars.
Frank’s Campaign.
Grit.
Hector’s Inheritance.
Helping Himself.
Herbert Carter’s Legacy.
In a New World.
Jack’s Ward.
Jed, the Poor House Boy.
Joe’s Luck.
Julius, the Street Boy.
Luke Walton.
Making His Way.
Mark Mason.
Only an Irish Boy.
Paul, the Peddler.
Phil, the Fiddler.
Ralph Raymond’s Heir.
Risen from the Ranks.
Sam’s Chance.
Shifting for Himself.
Sink or Swim.
Slow and Sure.
Store Boy.
Strive and Succeed.
Strong and Steady.
Struggling Upward.
Tin Box.
Tom, the Bootblack.
Tony, the Tramp.
Try and Trust.
Wait and Hope.
Walter Sherwood’s Probation.
Young Acrobat.
Young Adventurer.
Young Outlaw.
Young Salesman.
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Among Malay Pirates. A Story of Adventure and Peril.
Bonnie Prince Charlie. A Tale of Fontenoy and Culloden.
Boy Knight, The. A Tale of the Crusades.
Bravest of the Brave, The. With Peterborough in Spain.
By England’s Aid; or, The Freeing of the Netherlands
(1585-1604).
By Pike and Dyke. A Tale of the Rise of the Dutch Republic.
By Right of Conquest; or With Cortez in Mexico.
By Sheer Pluck. A Tale of the Ashanti War.
Captain Bayley’s Heir. A Tale of the Gold Fields of California.
Cat of Bubastes, The. A Story of Ancient Egypt.
Cornet of Horse, The. A Tale of Marlborough’s Wars.
Dragon and the Raven; or, The Days of King Alfred.
Facing Death. A Tale of the Coal Mines.
Final Reckoning, A. A Tale of Bush Life in Australia.
For Name and Fame; or, Through Afghan Passes.
For the Temple. A Tale of the Fall of Jerusalem.
Friends, Though Divided. A Tale of the Civil War in England.
Golden Canon, The.
In Freedom’s Cause. A Story of Wallace and Bruce.
In the Reign of Terror. Adventures of a Westminster Boy.
In Times of Peril. A Tale of India.
Jack Archer. A Tale of the Crimea.
Lion of St. Mark, The. A Story of Venice in the Fourteenth
Century.
Lion of the North, The. A Tale of Gustavus Adolphus and Wars of
Religion.
Lost Heir, The.
Maori and Settler. A Story of the New Zealand War.
One of the 28th. A Tale of Waterloo.
Orange and Green. A Tale of the Boyne and Limerick.
Out on the Pampas. A Tale of South America.
St. George for England. A Tale of Cressy and Poitiers.
Sturdy and Strong; or, How George Andrews Made His Way.
Through the Fray. A Story of the Luddite Riots.
True to the Old Flag. A Tale of the American War of
Independence.
Under Drake’s Flag. A Tale of the Spanish Main.
With Clive in India; or, The Beginnings of an Empire.
With Lee in Virginia. A Story of the American Civil War.
With Wolfe in Canada; or, The Winning of a Continent.
Young Buglers, The. A Tale of the Peninsular War.
Young Carthaginian, The. A Story of the Times of Hannibal.
Young Colonists, The. A Story of Life and War in South Africa.
Young Franc-Tireurs, The. A Tale of the Franco-Prussian War.
Young Midshipman, The. A Tale of the Siege of Alexandria.
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FROM TANNERY TO WHITE HOUSE; Life of Ulysses S. Grant.
SUCCESS AND ITS ACHIEVERS.
TACT, PUSH AND PRINCIPLE.
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which are noted for their animation and excitement. A select list is
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sought for. Oliver Optic has the faculty of writing books full of dash
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ALL ABOARD; or, Life on the Lake.
BOAT CLUB; or, The Bunkers of Rippleton.
BRAVE OLD SALT; or, Life on the Quarter Deck.
DO SOMETHINGS; a Story for Little Folks.
FIGHTING JOE; or, The Fortunes of a Staff Officer.
IN SCHOOL AND OUT; or, The Conquest of Richard Grant.
LITTLE BY LITTLE; or, The Cruise of the Flyaway.
LITTLE MERCHANT; a Story for Little Folks.
NOW OR NEVER; or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright.
POOR AND PROUD; or, The Fortunes of Katie Redburn.
PROUD AND LAZY; a Story for Little Folks.
RICH AND HUMBLE; or, The Mission of Bertha Grant.
SAILOR BOY; or, Jack Somers in the Navy.
SOLDIER BOY; or, Tom Somers in the Army.
TRY AGAIN; or, The Trials and Triumphs of Harry West.
WATCH AND WAIT; or, The Young Fugitives.
WORK AND WIN; or, Noddy Newman on a Cruise.
THE YANKEE MIDDY; or, The Adventures of a Naval Officer.
YOUNG LIEUTENANT; or, The Adventures of an Army Officer.
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Transcriber's note:
Inconsistencies in capitalization of the name "Ding-Dong"
vs "Ding-dong" have been left as is.
Several pages of ads are duplicated in the original text; they
have been left as is.
page 72 - moved apostrophe in "Ranger's"
...changing the course of the Motor Rangers' vessel.
page 82 - changed period to comma at end of quote
I’ve got an idea." said...
page 83 - capitalized sentence
...said Mr. Tubbs. "we haven’t got any weapons, and those rascals...
page 110 - added comma at end of speech
...when you see it flying in a foreign port" observed...
page 120 - added period to chapter title to be consistent
the other chapter titles
XIII. "SOUTH AMERICAN JUSTICE"
page 163 - changed "inqury" to "inquiry"
...to the professor’s inqury.
page 171 - changed "head-gear" to "headgear" to be consistent
with other usage in this book
page 249 - added "in" after "candle"
...pocket lantern here, too, with a candle it. Shall...
page 256 - changed "It" to "If"
It you don’t get me...
page 275 - changed "awe-struck" to "awestruck" to be consistent
with other usage in this book
...Nat, in awe-struck tones...
page 281 - changed "Zepplein" to "Zeppelin"
page 284 - changed "Macto" to "Matco"
...the boys. Old Macto received a substantial...
no page number - "Molly Brown Series" advertisement
changed "sophmore" to "sophomore"
no page number - "Girl Aviators Series" advertisement
changed "terrestial" to "terrestrial"
...many stumbling-blocks in their terrestial path, but they...
no page number - "Girl Aviators Series" advertisement
changed "abiltity" to "ability"
...the mechanical power implied by “motor,” the abiltity to...
no page number - "The Famous Alger Books"
changed comma to period
...Sam’s Chance,...
no page number - "The Dreadnought Boys"
changed "Areo" to "Aero"
Among the volunteers accepted for Areo Service are Ned...