Jack Rangers Western Trip

Jack Ranger's Western Trip, by
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Title: Jack Ranger's Western Trip From Boarding School to Ranch and
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Author: Clarence Young
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACK
RANGER'S WESTERN TRIP ***

Charles Franks

[Illustration: THE THREE RIFLES SOUNDED AS ONE.]

JACK RANGER'S WESTERN TRIP
Or
From Boarding School to Ranch and Range
BY
CLARENCE YOUNG

CONTENTS
CHAPTER

I.
FUN AT WASHINGTON HALL II. JACK IN TROUBLE III. A
THREATENING LETTER IV. A LESSON IN CHEMISTRY V.
TURNING THE TABLES VI. A PLAN THAT FAILED VII.
FOILING A PLOT VIII. THE BURGLAR SCARE IX. NAT'S
INVITATION X. A MEETING WITH CHOWDEN XI. A GRAND
WIND-UP XII. HO! FOR THE WEST XIII. AN OLD
ACQUAINTANCE XIV. PROFESSOR PUNJAB'S TRICK XV.
SHOOTING AN OIL WELL XVI. MR. POST'S ADVENTURE XVII.
THE WILD STEER XVIII. THE OLD STOCKMAN XIX. A THIEF
IN THE NIGHT XX. A STRANGE SEANCE XXI. FINDING ORION
TEVIS XXII. JACK HEARS OF HIS FATHER XXIII. ON THE
RANCH XXIV. THE OLD MAN XXV. THE COWBOY'S TRICK
XXVI. JACK'S WILD RIDE XXVII. THE CATTLE STAMPEDE
XXVIII. HUNTING MOUNTAIN LIONS XXIX. LOST ON THE
MOUNTAIN XXX. A VIEW OF GOLDEN GLOW XXXI. JACK
AND NAT PRISONERS XXXII. THE ESCAPE XXXIII. DOWN
THE SLUICEWAY XXXIV. JACK'S GREAT FIND XXXV. THE
ROUND-UP--CONCLUSION
CHAPTER I
FUN AT WASHINGTON HALL
"Now then, are you all ready?" inquired a voice in a hoarse whisper.
"Galloping grasshoppers! We're as ready as we ever will be, Jack
Ranger!" replied one from a crowd of boys gathered on the campus of
Washington Hall that evening in June.
"Nat Anderson, if you speak again, above a whisper," said Jack Ranger,
the leader, sternly, "you will have to play 'Marching Through Georgia'
as a solo on a fine tooth comb seven times without stopping!"
"Sneezing snakes! 'Nuff said!" exclaimed Nat, this time in the required
whisper. "Playing combs always makes my lips tickle."

"Now then, is every one ready?" asked Jack again. "If you are, come on,
for it's getting late and we'll have to do this job quick and be back
before Dr. Mead thinks it is time to send Martin the monitor after us.
Forward march!"
Then the crowd of boys, from the boarding school of Dr. Henry Mead,
known as Washington Hall, but sometimes called Lakeside Academy,
from the fact that it was on Rudmore Lake, in the town of Rudmore,
started forth on mischief bent.
It was Jack Ranger's idea,--any one could have told that. For Jack was
always up to some trick or other. Most of the tricks were harmless, and
ended in good-natured fun, for Jack was one of the best-hearted lads in
the world. This time he had promised his chums at the academy
something new, though the term, which was within a month of closing,
had been anything but lacking in excitement.
"Fred Kaler, have you got your mouth organ with you?" asked Jack,
turning to a lad just behind him.
"He always has his mouth-organ, or how could he speak?" asked an
athletic looking lad walking beside Jack.
"That's a poor joke, Sam Palmer," commented Jack, and he ducked just
in time to avoid a playful fist Sam shot out.
"Want me to play?" asked Fred.
"Play? You couldn't play in a hundred years," broke in Nat Anderson,
Jack's best chum. "But make a noise like music."
"Play yourself, if you're so smart!" retorted Fred.
"Simultaneous Smithereens!" cried Nat, using one of his characteristic
expressions. "Don't get mad. Go ahead and play."
"Yes, liven things up a bit," went on Jack. "Give us a good marching
tune. We're far enough off now so