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Frank Merriwell’s Backers - ebook

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Frank Merriwell’s Backers - ebook

The story of Frank Merriwell continues. Frank is an energetic young guy. He was the best in everything: in sports, in school, he helped his friends. But now he needs help. After all, he falls into the trap and his enemies take away securities from him. Who will help him?

Kategoria: Classic Literature
Język: Angielski
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ISBN: 978-83-8162-855-6
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI

Contents

CHAPTER I. IN THE TRAP

CHAPTER II. IN THE HANDS OF CIMARRON BILL

CHAPTER III. INTO THE NIGHT

CHAPTER IV. IN THE OLD HUT

CHAPTER V. PINTO PEDE RECEIVES HIS LESSON

CHAPTER VI. INJUN JOE TO THE RESCUE

CHAPTER VII. MERRIWELL AND BIG MONTE

CHAPTER VIII. THE DEATH-SHOT

CHAPTER IX. FRANK MAKES A DECISION

CHAPTER X. MERRIWELL'S METHOD

CHAPTER XI. SMOKE SIGNALS AND A DECOY

CHAPTER XII. LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS

CHAPTER XIII. FRANK'S ESCAPE

CHAPTER XIV. MYSTERIOUS PABLO

CHAPTER XV. MERRY'S DISCOVERY

CHAPTER XVI. FRANK DETECTS TREACHERY

CHAPTER XVII. THE WAR-WHOOP OF OLD ELI. CHAPTER XVIII. A STRANGE FUNERAL

CHAPTER XIX. NEW ARRIVALS IN HOLBROOK

CHAPTER XX. MRS. ARLINGTON HAS A VISITOR

CHAPTER XXI. SEEN FROM THE WINDOW

CHAPTER XXII. A SENSATION IN TOWN

CHAPTER XXIII. BOXER CREATES A STIR

CHAPTER XXIV. BOXER TO THE RESCUE

CHAPTER XXV. UNTO DEATH!

CHAPTER XXVI. THE COMING OF CROWFOOT

CHAPTER XXVII. ARRESTED IN HOLBROOK

CHAPTER XXVIII. BILL HIKES OUT

CHAPTER XXIX. OLD JOE TAKES A DRINK

CHAPTER XXX. FRANK IN SUNK HOLE

CHAPTER XXXI. THE DANCE IN SUNK HOLE

CHAPTER XXXII. DEAD OR LIVING

CHAPTER XXXIII. THE RETURN TO HOLBROOKCHAPTER I

IN THE TRAP

Millions of bright stars shone serenely through the clear Arizona night, shedding their soft white light on the great arid plains and the mysterious mesas and mighty mountains.

Throughout the night Frank Merriwell lay ensconced behind some sheltering rocks in a deep ravine, where he had been trapped by the ruffians in the employ of the mining trust, who were determined to wrest from him the precious papers they believed to be in his possession.

Old Joe Crowfoot, the aged Indian friend of Merriwell, who had been snared with him, had, shortly after nightfall, taken the precious oilskin package, containing the papers, and crept forth on his stomach, like a snake, from amid the rocks.

Joe had promised to take the papers to the nearest registry post-office, in case he escaped, and send them, according to directions, to Richard Merriwell, Frank’s brother, at Fardale.

Frank had written a letter to Dick, and had securely tied up and directed the package. He trusted the aged redskin, who declared that he might find a method of escaping from the trap, yet could not take the white youth with him. He had made certain that Joe understood the matter of registering the package, in case he should reach the post-office with it in his possession.

Merriwell had become satisfied that this was the best course to pursue. It was plain that he was in a very bad trap, and he knew those ruffians could soon starve him out. There was no water or food for himself or his horse. A day of thirst behind those rocks must surely do for him.

If Joe carried out the plan successfully, the papers would be placed beyond the reach of the ruffians, even though Frank fell into their hands. And it was the papers they had been engaged to secure. Were they to kill him, Dick would have the precious papers and be able to continue the battle for his rights.

Merry watched old Joe wiggle silently away, wondering that the Indian could slip along in that manner with so very little effort. The old redskin lay flat on the ground and took advantage of every little cover he could find, and soon he vanished amid the rocks and passed into the shadows, after which Merry saw him no more.

Down the ravine a great mass of rocks and earth had been blown down by a mighty blast and blocked the passage.

Up the ravine armed and murderous men were waiting and watching, ready to shoot down the youth they had trapped.

There were also armed ruffians on the barrier to the southeast. They had trailed Merry with the persistence of bloodhounds.

A full hour passed. The men above were making merry in a boisterous way. One of them began to sing. He had a musical voice, which rang out clearly on the soft night air. Strangely enough he sang “Nearer My God to Thee.”

Could they be watching closely? It did not seem so.

Frank rigged his coat on the barrel of his rifle. On the muzzle of the weapon he placed his hat. Then, he lifted coat and hat above the rocks.

Crack! Ping!

The ringing report of a rifle and the singing of a bullet. The hat and coat dropped. In the coat Merriwell found a bullet-hole. That settled it. There was no longer a doubt but that the desperadoes were watching like wolves.

Yet old Joe had been able to slip forth from the protection of those rocks and creep away.

More than ever Merriwell admired the skill of the Indian. Thinking that the old fellow had instructed Dick in the craft which he knew so well, Frank believed such knowledge had not been acquired in vain. Some time Dick might find it very valuable to him.

There was a hoarse burst of laughter from the watching ruffians.

“Oh, Merriwell!” called a voice.

“Well,” sang back Frank, “what do you want?”

“Stick that thing up again. We’d like a leetle target practise.”

“You’ll have to provide your own target,” Merry retorted.

“Oh, we reckons not! We’ll stand you up fer one sooner or later,” was the assurance.

Still they had not discovered old Joe. It seemed marvelous.

The night passed on. Another hour was gone when there came a sudden commotion far up the ravine, as if on the further outskirts of the ruffians. There were hoarse shouts, angry oaths, the rattle of shots, and then the clatter of iron-shod hoofs.

The ring and echo of those clattering hoofs receded into the night, coming back clear and distinct at first, but growing fainter and fainter.

Frank Merriwell laughed and lay still until the sound of the galloping horse had died out in the distance.

“Old Joe is on his way to the post-office,” muttered Merry. “He took a fancy to acquire one of their horses in order to make better time.”

The ruffians were filled with more or less consternation. They continued to wrangle angrily. At last, one cried:

“Oh, Merriwell!”

Frank lay perfectly still and made no answer.

“Oh, Merriwell!”

Peering forth from amid his rocky barrier, yet crouching where the shadows hid him, Frank cocked his rifle and pushed it forward for use.

There was a time of silence, during which he fancied the men were consulting in whispers. Finally his keen eyes saw something move into the dim white light above some boulders. He laughed a little in a suppressed way and sent a bullet through the moving object.

“Put it up again!” he called cheerfully. “I don’t mind a little target practise myself.”

He knew the thing had been thrust up there to draw his fire and settle the question if he still remained in the trap. But he had shown those ruffians that he could shoot as accurately as the best of them.

After this he heard the men talking. He knew they were bewildered by what had happened. They could not believe it possible that a human being had crept forth from the snare. It seemed to them that the person who had seized their horse and ridden away had come upon them from the rear and was in no way connected with Merriwell.

After a time they were silent.

They were satisfied that the trap held fast.

Then Frank found a comfortable place where he was perfectly hidden and coolly went to sleep, with his hand on his cocked rifle.

Merriwell needed sleep, and he did not hesitate to take it. It spoke well for his nerves that he could sleep under such circumstances. It may seem that it did not speak so well for his judgment. Still he knew that he would awaken at any sound of an alarming nature, and he believed those men would rest content, satisfied that they had him caged where there was no possibility that he could give them the slip.

After an hour or more, he awoke and demonstrated the fact that he was still behind the rocks by exchanging a challenge with the watching ruffians.

Then he slept again.

And so the night passed on.

Frank was wide-awake with the coming of dawn. He saw the stars pale and die in the sky. He saw the gentle gray of morning and the flush of sunrise. Far up the ravine rose the smoke of a camp-fire, telling where the ruffians were preparing breakfast.

“Oh, Merriwell!”

“Hello, yourself!”

“Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you. I have plenty to eat.”

“Are you thirsty?”

“Not in the least. I have my canteen.”

“That’ll be empty right soon. How would you like some steamin’ hot coffee?”

“It wouldn’t go bad. Send some in.”

“We’ll exchange a pot of coffee for sartin papers you has with yer.”

“You’re very kind!” laughed Merry derisively.

“It’s a right good offer. We’re goin’ to have them papers anyhow, an’ you may not even git coffee fer them.”

“You’re due for the greatest disappointment of your lives, gentlemen,” declared Frank. “If you’re looking this way for papers, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“Oh, you can’t fool us!” was the answer. “We know you’ve got ‘em, and we’ll have ‘em.”

“Ever gamble?” asked Frank.

“Oh, we sometimes take a chance.”

“I’ll go you my horse and outfit against that of any one in your party that you don’t get the papers.”

“Done! It’s a sure thing as far as we’re consarned. We has yer foul, an’ we’ll stay right yere till we starves ye out.”

“Too bad to waste your valuable time so foolishly. But, say!”

“Say it.”

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