The Saddle Boys of the Rockies

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Saddle Boys of the Rockies, by James Carson

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Title: The Saddle Boys of the Rockies Lost on Thunder Mountain
Author: James Carson
Release Date: August 25, 2006 [EBook #19120]
Language: English
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[Illustration: THE BIG POWERFUL BLACK ACTED AS THOUGH HE HAD GONE WILD.]

The Saddle Boys of the Rockies
Or
Lost on Thunder Mountain
BY
CAPTAIN JAMES CARSON

AUTHOR OF
"THE SADDLE BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON," "THE SADDLE BOYS ON THE PLAINS," "THE SADDLE BOYS AT CIRCLE RANCH," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED

NEW YORK
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

Copyrighted 1913, by
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY
THE SADDLE BOYS OF THE ROCKIES

CONTENTS
* CHAPTER
I. ACCEPTING A CHALLENGE
II. THE STRANGE ACTIONS OF DOMINO
III. OLD HANK COOMBS BEARS A MESSAGE
IV. A NOTE OF WARNING AT THE SPRING HOLE
V. THE VOICE OF THE MOUNTAIN
VI. A SECOND ALARM
VII. THE "RUSTLERS"
VIII. A STARTLING DISCOVERY
IX. WHAT HAPPENED TO PEG
X. THREATS OF TROUBLE
XI. THE BLACK NIGHT
XII. LOSING THEIR BEARINGS
XIII. THE SMOKE TRAIL
XIV. A CALL FOR HELP
XV. SPANISH JOE DROPS A HINT
XVI. THE VENT HOLE IN THE WALL
XVII. FRANK HOLDS THE HOT STICK
XVIII. A GUESS THAT HITS THE BULLSEYE
XIX. THE WORKING OF THE GOLD LODE
XX. TRAPPED IN THE CANYON
XXI. A CLOSE CALL
XXII. ONCE MORE AT CIRCLE RANCH--CONCLUSION

THE SADDLE BOYS OF THE ROCKIES
CHAPTER I
ACCEPTING A CHALLENGE
"Hello! what brought you here, Frank Haywood, I'd like to know?"
"Well, I reckon my horse, Buckskin, did, Peg."
"And who's this with you--your new chum; the boy from Kentucky?"
"That's who it is, Peg--Bob Archer; and he's come out West to see how life on the plains suits him."
"Oh! a greenhorn, eh?"
"Perhaps some people might call him that, though he knows a heap about horses. But seems to me, Peg, 'twasn't so very long ago that you yourself dropped in on us here. Since when did you climb up out of the tenderfoot class, tell me?"
The boy who answered to the name of Frank Haywood was a rather chunky, well set-up lad of about sixteen. He had blue eyes, that were usually sparkling with mirth; and a mop of yellow hair; while his skin was darkened by long exposure to sun and wind.
Frank was the son of a rancher, who not only owned a large tract of land with many herds, but had interests in paying mines located among the mountains of the Southwest. Of course he knew more or less concerning such things as cowboys practice; though never a day passed on which Frank could not pick up new ideas connected with life in the open.
His companion, Bob Archer, was considerably taller than Frank, straight as an Indian, though rather inclined to be slender; but with a suppleness that indicated such strength and agility as the panther displays.
Coming from Kentucky, Bob could at least boast of long familiarity with horses; and his cleverness in this line promised to make him a crack horseman when he had picked up a few more of the tricks known to range riders.
Both of the boys were especially fond of roaming the country, mounted on their favorite steeds; and indeed, they were becoming known far and near as the "Saddle Boys" because of their being seen so frequently, dashing over the prairies at top-notch speed.
Peg was the nick-name which had followed Percy Egbert Grant all the way from the Chicago suburb, where, for some years, he had played the part of both dude and bully. His father was very wealthy, and Peg always had more money than was good for him.
When he came to the great X-bar-X ranch, not so very far distant from the Haywood home place, Peg had adopted the same tactics that had carried the day for him in the past. The cowboys belonging to his father's estate seemed to knuckle under to him from the first. However much they might ridicule Peg behind his back, they cringed when he gave orders; because he was a liberal paymaster, and no one wished to incur his enmity.
So it came to pass that Peg actually began to believe himself of great importance in the community. He assumed airs that ill became one who was really ignorant of many things connected with ranch life.
He and Frank had never become friends. There was something about the fellow that the saddle boy could not tolerate. More than once they had almost come to blows; and, only for the peace-loving nature of Frank, this must have occurred long ago.
The two chums had taken the long gallop to the town on the railroad on this particular day to do a little important