Jack of the Pony Express

Jack of the Pony Express

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JACK OF THE PONY EXPRESS
Or
The Young Rider of the Mountain Trails
By
FRANK V. WEBSTER

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I. JACK IN THE SADDLE
II. POSTMISTRESS JENNIE
III. A NARROW ESCAPE
IV. IMPORTANT LETTERS
V. JUST IN TIME
VI. THE SECRET MINE
VII. THE STRANGERS AGAIN
VIII. A NIGHT ATTACK IX. IN BONDS
X. A QUEER DISCOVERY
XI. DUMMY LETTERS
XII. A RIDE FOR LIFE

XIII. THE INSPECTOR
XIV. THE CHASE
XV. A CAUTION
XVI. SUNGER GOES LAME
XVII. AN INVITATION DECLINED
XVIII. A QUEER FEELING
XIX A DESPERATE RIDE
XX. AT GOLDEN CROSSING
XXI. THE ARGENT LETTERS
XXII. THE MASKED MAN
XXIII. THE ESCAPE
XXIV. JACK'S IDEA
XXV. JACK'S TRICK--CONCLUSION

CHAPTER I
JACK IN THE SADDLE
"Your father is a little late to-night, isn't he Jack?"
"Yes, Mrs. Watson, he should have been here a half-hour ago, and he
would, too, if he had ridden Sunger instead of his own horse."
"You think a lot of that pony of yours, don't you, Jack?" and a
motherly-looking woman came to the doorway of a small cottage and
peered up the mountain trail, which ran in front of the building. Out on

the trail itself stood a tall, bronzed lad, who was, in fact, about
seventeen years of age, but whose robust frame and athletic build made
him appear several years older.
"Yes, Mrs. Watson," the boy answered with a smile, "I do think a lot of
Sunger, and he's worth it, too."
"Yes, I guess he is. And he can travel swiftly, too. My goodness! The
way you sometimes clatter past my house makes me think you'll sure
have an accident. Sometimes I'm so nervous I can't look at you."
"Sunger is pretty sure-footed, even on worse mountain trails than the
one from Rainbow Ridge to Golden Crossing," answered Jack with a
laugh, that showed his white, even teeth, which formed a strange
contrast to his tanned face.
"Sunger," repeated Mrs. Watson, musingly. "What an odd name. I often
wonder how you came to call him that."
"It isn't his real name," explained Jack, as he gave another look up the
trail over which the rays of the declining sun were shining, and then
walked up to the porch, where he sat down. "The pony was once owned
by a Mexican miner, and he named him something in Spanish which
meant that the little horse could go so fast that he dodged the sun.
Sundodger was what the name would be in English, I suppose, and
after I bought him that's what I called him.
"But Sundodger is too much of a mouthful when one's in a hurry," and
Jack laughed at his idea, "so," he went on, "I shortened it to Sunger,
which does just as well."
"Yes, as long as he knows it," agreed Mrs. Watson. "But I guess, Jack, I
had better be going, I did think I'd wait until your father came, and put
the supper on for you both, but he's so late now--"
"Yes, Mrs. Watson, don't wait," interrupted Jack. "I don't know what to
make of dad's being so late. But we're used to getting our own meals,
so you needn't worry. We'll get along all right."

"Oh, I know you will. For two men--for you are getting so big I shall
have to call you a man," and she smiled at him. "For two men you
really get along very well