"Come Help Me Get Rush."
"Come Help Me Get Rush."
"Come help me get Rush. I think I know where he is. They've got him locked up somewhere."
The words acted like magic on Olsen.
"Rush, Rush, Rush?" he questioned dully.
"Yes, yes! I came for you. Come with me!" appealed Bob Jarvis.
Segunder grabbed the Iron Boy, dragging him down the stairs two steps at a jump.
"Where Rush, where Rush?" he demanded savagely as they reached the street.
"I have just seen Cavard's sister. She said Steve was to have met her at the Allison's last night, but that she had not been able to keep the appointment. After thinking it over, the young woman began to think there was something strange about the affair, and she hunted me up at once, knowing that Steve had been missing all day."
Segunder was off, swinging into his long stride, with Bob Jarvis running along by his side.
They reached the Allison home a few minutes later. Bob knocked, but there was no response. He tried the door and found it locked.
"Hello, in there!" shouted the lad. "I believe they are not at home. What shall we do?"
Olsen knew what to do. He was not to be deterred by a little thing like a locked door. Backing off, he threw his whole great weight against the offending barrier.
The door burst in with a loud crash.
THE HERO OF THE BRIDGE
OLSEN leaped in through the opening, kicking the pieces of the wrecked door that interfered with his passage from his path.
Bob darted by him. They ran into the front room, which, in this instance, was the parlor, but found it vacant. Next Jarvis dived into the dining room.
Allison, a heavy-jowled, powerful man, was standing at bay behind the dining-room table. His family were nowhere in sight. The place was squalid and poverty was in evidence everywhere.
"We are looking for Steve Rush. Where is he?" announced Bob.
"Get out of my house! I'll have you both sent to jail, you scoundrels!" raged Allison.
"I tell you, Rush came to your house last night, and he has not been seen since. We want him; we want him quick! It will be the worse for you if you don't produce him or tell us where we shall find him."
"I don't know anything about your fool friend. I——"
Bob had the miner by the throat. Allison hurled him aside, grabbing up a chair as he did so.
Olsen uttered a yell and charged the miner. The latter made a pass at the Icelander with the heavy dining-room chair. Segunder wrenched it from his hands. Then he brought the offending chair down on the floor with a terrific crash, smashing it into kindling wood.
"I want boy Rush!" he demanded.
"You get out of my house, or I'll bore you full of holes!" yelled the miner, at the same time whipping out a knife.
With a well-directed kick Segunder sent the table between them crashing to one side. With a leap he landed upon Allison, smiting him a powerful blow on the side of the head. Allison went down as a matter of course.
Olsen calmly stooped over, picked the fellow up and threw him out of the window, Allison carrying the frame and the glass with him.
"He one bad man," grinned the Icelander. "I smash house down."
Olsen began to destroy the furniture, what there was of it, until Jarvis restrained him.
"Don't do that, Segunder. We want to find Steve. I believe he is here somewhere. Hark—what's that?"
Olsen listened.
"I heard someone calling, Segunder."
"Hello!"
The voice sounded faint and far away.
"Is that you, Steve?"
"Yes."
"Where are you?"
"I am here."
"Where is here?"
"Down cellar. I can't get out. I think there must be a trap somewhere, if you can find it."
"We'll find it. Olsen, he's down below us. If we don't find the cellar opening I'll let you try your hand at breaking a hole in the floor," proposed Bob.
Both began searching for the opening. Bob found it, but there was no ring in the trap and Olsen solved the problem of getting the place open by kicking a hole in the trap, then finally demolishing it altogether.
"Where's the stairs?" cried Jarvis.
"Pull stairs up," answered the Icelander.
Sure enough, such was the case. A short flight of clumsily constructed stairs had been pulled up to the floor and secured by a rope that ran off to another part of the cellar. Upon investigation they found that this rope led up to another trap in the dining room, from where the food that Steve had found must in all probability have been lowered.
Olsen did not wait for the stairs to be lowered but squeezed down into the hole, dropping to the cellar bottom. Steve ran to him and the big fellow hugged the boy delightedly.
"I get. I smash big boss."
"What does he mean, Bob?"
"He means that he gave Cavard an awful beating. But it was a dandy fight, Steve. How I wish you could have seen it!"
Steve Rush heard all about the events that had occurred since he had been taken prisoner the night before. In turn he related what had happened to himself. There was no direct evidence by which they could connect Cavard with Rush's capture, but the circumstantial evidence was strong. Later in the day Steve went to see the superintendent, and the two had a long talk.
Nothing of moment occurred for several days after that. Cavard did not appear on the street for nearly a week after the battle, though his lieutenants were in conference with him at his home every day. The leader had had a beating that he was not likely to forget during the rest of his life. His rage was deep and murderous, and as he paced the floor of his room he swore vengeance on the Iron Boys as well as on Segunder Olsen.
An extremely cold winter was setting in. It was developing into one of the most severe seasonsever known on the iron range, and the suffering of the families of the miners who were out of work had reached a serious stage.
The miners themselves were growing bitter against the bosses and more turbulent. It had come to a point where it was not safe for a non-union man to appear upon the street. He was in danger of his life if he did so.
Steve believed that the men's turbulence was as much due to the subtle influence of Cavard as because of their families' sufferings. The armed guard about the mine shafts had been trebled, as it was feared that the strikers might wreck some of the company's property. What seemed to enrage the men more than ever was the sight of the long trains of cars that were carrying the ore from the dump pile and transferring it to the furnaces in Ohio and in the east. The lakes being frozen over, the ore was conveyed all the way to the mills by rail, as is always the case in the winter.
Matters were approaching a crisis, as the officials of the mining company well realized. Mr. Penton believed, however, that he had enough loyal men to hold the others in check and to protect the company's property. Steve took a different view of the matter, but he said nothing, as it was not fitting for him to suggest what should and what should not be done.
Since the boy's capture he had set himself upon Cavard's trail with the firm purpose of running the man down and exposing his perfidity. He knew a weak spot would sooner or later develop in the leader's defence, and when it did develop Steve Rush proposed to be on hand to break through the defence at that particular point.
As soon as Cavard was able to be out he began meeting the men at the hall, encouraging them and goading them on in his subtle way by pointing out that the sufferings of their families were due to the grasping avarice of the bosses. A day or so after he got out Cavard made a trip to the Blair, an independent mine some ten miles up the valley. There he spent the day and part of the night.
Steve did not learn of this until late in the evening. The information caused him to wonder what was going on up the valley. He had no doubt that something would develop from that visit.
"I ought to go up there and find out what is going on," he confided to Bob.
"Why don't you?"
"I cannot leave here. Every loyal man is needed right here every minute of the day and night. There is no telling at what moment trouble will break loose, and when it comes itis going to come thick and fast, if I am any judge of men. The miners are getting desperate. They are going to break out, and with our handful of helpers we shall be powerless to stem the tide."
"I reckon you're right. When do you think it is coming?"
"It is likely to occur at any minute now—to-night, to-morrow, any time. I believe it is a part of Cavard's game to have something like that occur."
"I wish I'd let Segunder finish the fellow while he was about it. He would have killed the leader in a minute more."
"Bob, howcanyou say such a thing?" chided Rush.
"Yes; I suppose it is rather a strong statement, but I don't love that man Cavard one little bit."
"Neither do I, but that is no excuse for wanting to see him killed. We will beat him at his own game, and with his own weapons if we can. If not the company will have to get out of its present situation as best it can."
"I guess that will be the answer."
On the following day Steve set an inquiry going in another direction, having enlisted the services of a man whom he and Bob had sent for from the city at their own expense. Thisman belonged to a private detective agency, and Steve had known him before coming to the mines.
There was a long conference, that night, at the house of one of the loyal miners, where the detective, Steve and Bob had gone that they might not be observed. To have met in the boarding house would have been to arouse suspicion, for the strikers had spies in every place of the sort. Cavard saw to it that he was kept well-posted as to all that was going on.
The conference broke up at a late hour and the boys made their way home through back yards and across open lots in order to avoid meeting with strikers. It was not that they were afraid, but they were acting the part of prudence. They had set out to achieve by their own efforts what the company, with all its resources and money, had not been able to accomplish, and that was to break the backbone of the strike.
It was a giant's task, it seemed, for two youngsters to attempt, but the Iron Boys were determined that it should be done.
The next day dawned raw and blustering. The weather, however, did not keep the strikers within doors. Groups were gathered on every corner, where, while stamping about to keep from freezing, they discussed the situation.Shortly before noon there was a meeting at Liberty Hall. Of course the Iron Boys were not present.
When the men came away from that meeting a change had stolen over them. They had ceased their noisy threats. Their faces were sullen and their words were few.
"Look out for trouble!" nodded Steve, as he observed the men from the window of a house across the way.
"Yes; they are loaded for bear," agreed Bob.
"Something has stirred them up. Probably Cavard has been talking to them. That man is a fiend in human form. He handles them, makes them his playthings, all to serve his own selfish purposes."
The boys came up with Mr. Penton, who was on his way to the mines from his office. Steve stepped up to him, touching his hat.
"How are you, boys? I have just closed down the shafts for the rest of the day. I don't like the looks of things."
"Neither do I, sir," answered Steve.
"What is it that you have observed?" questioned the superintendent.
"The men are loaded for trouble. Practically we are standing in a drift ready to be fired, and when the powder goes off the roof of the drift is likely to fall down on our heads and finish us."
"You are right, Rush. I have found your advice good. What would you do to cope with the situation, were you the superintendent?"
The superintendent's eyes twinkled.
"What would I do? Why, I'd take the situation by the nape of the neck and shake all the fight out of it. In the first place, if I did not have enough men to give the strikers all the fight they wanted, I would ask the authorities for protection. I believe our property will be destroyed if you don't place guards about the mines."
"I am glad to hear you say what you have said," nodded Mr. Penton. "I have urged the sheriff to wire the governor to rush a company of militia here, and the mining company has backed me up in the request. I dislike to do it, but I must protect our property. I presume it will excite the men to violence, and——"
"The men cannot be much more excited than they already are, sir. Cavard has worked them up to the exploding point. With an honest man at its head, a miner's union might be made of real benefit to the men. It's too bad that they have fallen into the hands of Cavard."
The boys went on up the street to their boarding house to dinner. There was little conversation at the meal, for every man felt that the calm before the storm was upon them.
Shortly after one o'clock the men began strolling toward the "ore bridge." This was a structure of steel and concrete that the company had erected across a mountain gorge, and over which the ore was carried by train to the lakes. The ore bridge was the key to the situation. Without it no ore could be shipped from either the Cousin Jack or the Red Rock Mines.
By two o'clock there were more than a thousand men gathered in the vicinity of the bridge. They seemed impervious to the biting cold of the winter's day. It was not apparent that the men had any particular purpose in gathering about the bridge, but there was little doubt that their leader had put the thought in their minds at the noonday meeting, whether or not they realized that fact.
Suddenly the men set up a cheer. Cavard, muffled to the ears in an expensive fur coat, was seen approaching. He was shaking hands with the men right and left as he strolled on toward the bridge.
The men began cheering. Somehow Cavard's appearance seemed to exert a strange influence over the miners. His sway over them was absolute.
They began to shout for him to talk to them. Half a dozen men hoisted him to a stump. The leader waved his cap.
"Men, you are making a noble fight!" he shouted. "You will yet down the bosses and make them come to your terms. We've got them on the run already. Their feet are on your necks and on the necks of your families, but you will throw the weight off, and when you do, there will be a terrible retribution. And what a little thing stands between you and that retribution. For instance, men, that bridge there is the key to the ore output. That represents the bosses. Of course we cannot interfere with their property, but that structure of steel and cement was made possible by the sweat of your brows. It was you who mined the ore for the steel from which the bridge was constructed. It was you who made its building a possibility. And now it rises up as if to mock you. Do not misunderstand me; I warn you against violence, but there are limits to man's endurance, especially if that man have dependent upon him a wife and children."
A low murmur ran over the assemblage. The murmur increased in volume until it became a roar.
"Men, men; I beg of you to be calm!" shouted Cavard.
"The bridge! The bridge!" thundered the multitude.
"Down with the bridge!"
"Down with the bosses!"
The mob surged toward the structure as one man.
"Dynamite! Get dynamite. We'll blow it up! We'll teach the bosses a lesson that they won't forget!"
Half a dozen men had started away on a run. After a time, amid the clamor and the shouting, these same six miners were seen crawling up the ravine toward the bridge itself.
"Look! Look!"
The men above had seen them.
"They're going to dynamite the bridge!"
It was true. The great structure that meant so much to the mining company seemed doomed to destruction. The ground fairly shook with the roar that arose when those above discovered the purpose of their fellows. Cavard had disappeared.
At that moment a lad dashed through the mob and out on to the bridge, running along the ties a hundred feet in the air.
"Stop! Back, every man of you!" he shouted. "It will be prison for years for every man who has a hand in this affair! Call them off! Stop them while there is still time!"
"Get off the bridge, unless you want to be blown to kingdom come!" roared the crowd.
"Let him blow up! It's what he deserves."
"If you destroy the bridge I shall go with it. That will be murder. Those men down there will be hanged for my death. Now, will you call them off?"
The mob hesitated.
"No!"
Every man of the hundreds took up the cry. Steve Rush stood calmly on the bridge, his attention divided between the men creeping up the ravine and the mob on the surface. He held a piece of railroad iron in his hands, but this was the only weapon he had for his own defence, in case the men should decide to rush upon him from the end of the structure.
The dynamiters were nearing the danger spot. Just then a woman fairly flew down the short incline that led to the bridge. She did not stop, but dashed full speed out to the bridge. Reaching it, she ran with all speed to where Steve Rush was standing, exhorting the crowd and pleading and threatening.
"Miss Cavard!" he gasped. "You must not stay here. Run for your life. Don't you see what the men are going to do?"
"Yes, I'll run, but I would rather stay. Here!"
She thrust something toward Steve—something that she had been carrying concealed under her long, black coat. Steve uttered anexclamation of joy. It was a rifle. Passing it quickly to him with a box of cartridges, the girl sped on across the bridge to the opposite side.
None had seen the rifle change hands. Steve waited until she had reached a place of safety; then he stooped over and pretended to pick the weapon up from the track. This time he made no effort to conceal it.
"He's got a gun!" roared the miners.
"Yes, and I'm going to use it," shouted the boy. "Call off your dynamiters!"
"Hurry! Fire the powder!" was the answer of the strikers.
Rush stepped to the edge of the bridge and looked down. The men were attaching the fuses to the sticks of dynamite as they ran.
Steve raised the rifle, took careful aim and fired. The foremost man dropped his dangerous burden and uttered a yell. A ball had passed through his arm.
"Back, you hounds; or I'll riddle every man of you."
Once more the rifle spoke, but the bullet missed its mark. It had the effect of stopping the man who was trying to reach the bridge to plant the explosive and touch off the fuse.
The dynamiters backed off. They had not bargained for this. The men on the surface made a hostile movement toward Steve, whereuponhe threw the muzzle of the rifle about, covering them.
"Come on; come on, if you want some of the same medicine!" he cried.
Bang!
A yell floated up from the mountain gorge. The Iron Boy had fired just in time to head off another man of that little party below. Now he kept menacing them with his weapon. Now and then he would send a shot close to them when he thought they were getting ready for another charge. This continued for fully half an hour, when the dynamiters drew back for a consultation. A man was sent to the surface to urge the miners to rush the bridge and throw the boy over. But the strikers up there had no mind to face his ready weapon at short range. Jeers, howls and cat-calls were hurled at the plucky boy who stood there in that wind-swept spot a hundred feet in the air with the temperature below zero, unmindful of taunts, but alert and watchful.
Five o'clock came, and he was still there. It was getting dark. A few minutes more and it would be so dark that the men below would have plenty of opportunity to carry out their desperate plan. Steve had six cartridges left in his magazine chamber.
He waited and watched. At last he could nolonger see the bottom of the gorge. Aiming his weapon as nearly as be could judge at the spot where he had last seen the dynamiters, he began shooting at intervals, varying his aim somewhat with each shot. He hoped to hold them off.
One more shell was left in the gun. Steve was making his last stand. It would be a matter of but a short time now before they would have accomplished their purpose.
Suddenly a shout rent the air. There was a new note in it. It was not a shout of triumph, but of anger and alarm. The boy on the bridge did not understand it.
"Run for it. It's the soldiers!" was the shout that was suddenly taken up and passed from lip to lip.
"Hurrah!" shouted the lad.
But he had not finished yet. He turned the rifle down into the dark gorge and pulled the trigger again. Whether he had hit anything or not he did not know.
"Look out for the soldiers!" bellowed a man, leaning over the edge of the precipice. "Run for it!"
Steve was bounding toward the end of the bridge.
The soldiers and the sheriff's deputies were coming up at a dog trot.
"Shell the gorge down there. They're trying to dynamite the bridge!" Rush yelled.
A moment more and a volley of bullets from the rifles of the guardsmen raked the depths of the gorge with a hot fire.
The bridge was saved.
CONCLUSION
A GREAT mob was packed in Liberty Hall later in the evening. There were no mutterings. The men were sullen and discouraged. Outside the hall was a platoon of guardsmen ready to fall in for whatever services might be demanded of them. The spirit of the striking men seemed to have been broken.
Three of the six who had gone down to plant the dynamite under the bridge had been killed by the fire of the guardsmen. Every shaft was guarded by armed men, with orders to shoot any man who approached the shaft after dark. The company was prepared to keep the siege up all winter if necessary, though they promised that, were the miners to throw out their leader and elect an honest man, the company might treat with them, looking toward a settlement.
The chairman rose. His face was solemn, but his eyes belied the solemnity of his face.
"My friends," he began, "the bosses have triumphed over us to-day, but we shall down them yet. I have a piece of news for you showing the trickery to which they have resorted. The men of the Blair Mine have gone back towork. The bosses have done this to tantalize you."
None thought how inconsistent this was. The men began to grow noisy and restless after this announcement.
"How do they go back?" shouted a voice.
"At the old terms," answered the chairman. "They gave it up."
"We'll keep it up! We won't give up till we starve!"
"No; down with the bosses! We should get guns and drive these troops, these hirelings, from the range. Arm yourselves, men, and assert your manhood!" cried another voice, that of one of the leader's lieutenants, though he made certain that only a few of those about him observed whence the words came.
Steve Rush and Bob Jarvis rose from the corner of the room near the stairway unobserved. Steve jumped up on a window-sill, waving his hat to attract their attention.
"Men, men! Listen to me!"
There was a sullen roar when the miners discovered who it was, and the mob rose to its feet, surging toward Steve.
"Stay where you are if you value your lives. There are fifty rifles trained on this hall at this moment. The guardsmen will riddle you with bullets if you make a hostile move toward me."
The men hesitated.
"I am your friend, though you do not believe it. I will prove to you that I am. Listen to me, boys. Listen! That man," pointing to Cavard, "is a scoundrel. It is he who has led you on to this terrible strike. It is he who is to blame for the suffering of your families. I tell you I know this. I could prove it to you, but there are other things that you must know first."
"Speak out. We'll hear you," cried a voice.
"I am going to do so. Your leader has just told you, almost shedding tears as he did so, that the Blair Mine had resumed operations. But there was something else that he did not tell you. He did not tell you that he had had a conference with the owners of the mine, and that they had made a deal with him. Money is what Cavard has been working for—money and power. He's got the money now, and he doesn't care what becomes of you——"
"It's a lie!" shrieked the man Cavard.
"It is the truth. Men, Cavard was paid fifteen thousand dollars by an official of the Blair mine last night to call off the strike. I could give you the official's name. That fifteen thousand dollars was deposited in the bank here to-day. It is here, all here. I have the proofs. He is a traitor! He has sold you out at the expenseof your families. Now, what are you going to do about it?"
With a howl of rage the men turned to the place where Cavard had been standing. But the man was gone. He had slunk out under cover of Steve Rush's thrilling speech never to be seen in the mining village again. Steve had seen him go, but had not tried to detain him.
"What shall we do?" cried the men, when they discovered that their prey had escaped them.
"Call the strike off, here and now, and go to work. After all has quieted down again, reorganize your union if you wish, and put honest men at the head of it. I shall be with you heart and soul, if you are willing to do as I have suggested."
There was a moment of silence.
"Rush! Rush! Three cheers for the gamest, squarest boy on the iron range!" shouted a miner excitedly, as he sprang to a seat, waving his arms.
The audience rose as one man, and the building fairly trembled under their roars. They rushed toward the Iron Boys. Bob was caught in the crush and pushed half way down the stairs. But the men were not going to leave just yet. They were enthusiastically shouting the name of Rush.
Steve was caught up. His hat was lost, his coat was nearly ripped from his shoulders, and he was borne in triumph to the rostrum, where they tossed him up into the president's chair.
"You're the next president of the miners' union," they howled.
Steve raised a protesting hand.
"No, boys; you must choose an older man than I. You need level heads here. Besides, I may not be with you next year, but while I am here I shall work for your good. Good luck, boys! To-morrow you will go to work, and there will be happiness in your homes on Christmas Day."
The men had seated themselves again. But as Steve finished speaking a giant figure rose up directly in front of the platform.
It was Segunder Olsen.
"Whoop! Y-e-o-w!" howled the giant.
The strike was ended. As soon as Steve could get away he hurried to his room and went to bed. But his eyes were bright and his heart was full of happiness.
On the following day he was summoned to the main office of the company, with his companion. Each lad was handed a bank book by the president, after the latter had expressed his appreciation of their splendid work. The bank books showed that Steve Rush and Bob Jarvis had athousand dollars apiece placed to their credit in the bank.
Their work had been well done. They had done their duty, they had risked their lives and they had won. Their patriotism for the great industrial cause had carried them on to a triumphant success. Next season they were to try themselves out in new fields, where they were destined to distinguish themselves in a marked manner.
Their further experiences will be told in a following volume entitled, "The Iron Boys on the Ore Boats; Or, Roughing it on the Great Lakes." In that new life the lads were destined to meet with even more thrilling experiences than they had had during their eventful career in the mines on the great iron range.
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By Frank Gee Patchin
These tales may be aptly described as those of a new Cooper. In every sense they belong to the best class of books for boys and girls.
1The Pony Rider Boys in the Rockies; Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim.2The Pony Riders Boys in Texas; Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains.3The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail.4The Pony Rider Boys in the Ozarks; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.5The Pony Rider Boys in the Alkali; Or, Finding a Key to the Desert Maze.6The Pony Rider Boys in New Mexico; Or, The End of the Silver Trail.7The Pony Rider Boys in the Grand Canyon; Or, The Mystery of Bright Angel Gulch.
1The Pony Rider Boys in the Rockies; Or, The Secret of the Lost Claim.
2The Pony Riders Boys in Texas; Or, The Veiled Riddle of the Plains.
3The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail.
4The Pony Rider Boys in the Ozarks; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.
5The Pony Rider Boys in the Alkali; Or, Finding a Key to the Desert Maze.
6The Pony Rider Boys in New Mexico; Or, The End of the Silver Trail.
7The Pony Rider Boys in the Grand Canyon; Or, The Mystery of Bright Angel Gulch.
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
The Boys of Steel Series
By James R. Mears
The author has made of these volumes a series of romances with scenes laid in the iron and steel world. Each book presents a vivid picture of some phase of this great industry. The information given is exact and truthful; above all, each story is full of adventure and fascination.
1The Iron Boys in the Mines; Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.2The Iron Boys as Foremen; Or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift.
1The Iron Boys in the Mines; Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.
2The Iron Boys as Foremen; Or, Heading the Diamond Drill Shift.
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
West Point Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
The principal characters in these narratives are manly young Americans whose doings will inspire all boy readers.
1Dick Prescott's First Year at West Point; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray.2Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point; Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life.3Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point; Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor.4Dick Prescott's Fourth Year at West Point; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps.
1Dick Prescott's First Year at West Point; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray.
2Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point; Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life.
3Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point; Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor.
4Dick Prescott's Fourth Year at West Point; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps.
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
Annapolis Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
The spirit of the new Navy is delightfully and truthfully depicted in these volumes.
1Dave Darrin's First Year at Annapolis; Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy.2Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis; Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters."3Dave Darrin's Third Year at Annapolis; Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen.4Dave Darrin's Fourth Year at Annapolis; Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise.
1Dave Darrin's First Year at Annapolis; Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy.
2Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis; Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youngsters."
3Dave Darrin's Third Year at Annapolis; Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen.
4Dave Darrin's Fourth Year at Annapolis; Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise.
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
The Young Engineers Series
By H. IRVING HANCOCK
The heroes of these stories are known to readers of the High School Boys Series. In this new series Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton prove worthy of all the traditions of Dick & Co.
1The Young Engineers in Colorado; Or, at Railroad Building in Earnest.2The Young Engineers in Arizona; Or, Laying Tracks on the "Man-Killer" Quicksands.
1The Young Engineers in Colorado; Or, at Railroad Building in Earnest.
2The Young Engineers in Arizona; Or, Laying Tracks on the "Man-Killer" Quicksands.
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
Boys of the Army Series
By H. Irving Hancock
These books breathe the life and spirit of the United States Army of to-day, and the life, just as it is, is described by a master pen.
1Uncle Sam's Boys in the Ranks; Or, Two Recruits in the United States Army.2Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty; Or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons.3Uncle Sam's Boys as Sergeants; Or, Handling Their First Real Commands.4Uncle Sam's Boys in the Philippines; Or, Following the Flag Against the Moros.
1Uncle Sam's Boys in the Ranks; Or, Two Recruits in the United States Army.
2Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty; Or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons.
3Uncle Sam's Boys as Sergeants; Or, Handling Their First Real Commands.
4Uncle Sam's Boys in the Philippines; Or, Following the Flag Against the Moros.
(Other volumes to follow rapidly.)
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.
Battleship Boys Series
By Frank Gee Patchin
These stories throb with the life of young Americans on to-day's huge drab Dreadnaughts.
1The Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy.2The Battleship Boys' First Step Upward; Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers.3The Battleship Boys in Foreign Service; Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas.4The Battleship Boys in the Tropics; Or, Upholding the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution.
1The Battleship Boys at Sea; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy.
2The Battleship Boys' First Step Upward; Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers.
3The Battleship Boys in Foreign Service; Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas.
4The Battleship Boys in the Tropics; Or, Upholding the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution.
(Other volumes to follow rapidly.)
Cloth, IllustratedPrice, per Volume, 50c.