Two Boys in Wyoming

Two Boys in Wyoming, by
Edward S. Ellis

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Title: Two Boys in Wyoming A Tale of Adventure (Northwest Series,
No. 3)
Author: Edward S. Ellis
Release Date: December 30, 2006 [EBook #20223]
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Two Boys in Wyoming

A TALE OF ADVENTURE
BY EDWARD S. ELLIS
AUTHOR OF "DEERFOOT SERIES," "LOG CABIN SERIES," ETC.
PHILADELPHIA HENRY T. COATES & CO. 1898
Northwest Series, No. 3

[Illustration: "They had come a goodly distance since morning."]

CONTENTS.
I. Jack and Fred
II. Riding Northward
III. On Guard
IV. Visitors of the Night
V. "Now for the Ranch"
VI. At the Ranch
VII. The First Game
VIII. Look Before You Leap
IX. Night in the Mountains
X. The Signal-Fires
XI. A King of the Forest
XII. The Tug of War

XIII. A Strange Occurrence
XIV. Missing
XV. Tozer
XVI. Watching and Watched
XVII. Into and Out of the Canyon
XVIII. The Quest of the Cowman
XIX. Into the Cavern
XX. A Climb for Liberty
XXI. How It All Ended

List of Illustrations
"They had come a goodly distance since morning."
"On the projecting ledge stood a noble buck."
"He was sweeping down upon them like a cyclone."
"He was looking in the direction of the break in the canyon."

TWO BOYS IN WYOMING.
CHAPTER I.
JACK AND FRED.
You should have seen those youths, for it gives me pleasure to say that
two manlier, more plucky and upright boys it would be hard to find

anywhere in this broad land of ours. I have set out to tell you about
their remarkable adventures in the grandest section of the West, and,
before doing so, it is necessary for you to know something concerning
the lads themselves.
Jack Dudley was in his seventeenth year. His father was a prosperous
merchant, who intended his only son for the legal profession. Jack was
bright and studious, and a leader in his class at the Orphion Academy;
and this leadership was not confined to his studies, for he was a fine
athlete and an ardent lover of outdoor sports. If you witnessed the game
between the eleven of the Orphion Academy and the Oakdale Football
Club, which decided the championship by a single point in favor of the
former, you were thrilled by the sight of the half-back, who, at a critical
point in the contest, burst through the group which thronged about him,
and, with a clear field in front, made a superb run of fifty yards, never
pausing until he stooped behind the goal-posts and made a touchdown.
Then, amid the cheers of the delighted thousands, he walked back on
the field, and while one of the players lay down on the ground, with the
spheroid delicately poised before his face, the same youth who made
the touchdown smote the ball mightily with his sturdy right foot and
sent it sailing between the goal-posts as accurately as an arrow
launched from a bow.
That exploit, as I have said, won the championship for the Orphions,
and the boy who did it was Jack Dudley. In the latter half of the game,
almost precisely the same opening presented itself again for the great
half-back, but he had no more than fairly started when he met an
obstruction in his path. The gritty opponent tackled him like a tiger, and
down they went, rolling over in the dirt, with a fierce violence that
made more than one timid spectator fear that both were seriously
injured. As if that were not enough, the converging players pounced
upon them. There was a mass of struggling, writhing youths, with Jack
underneath, and all piling on top of him. The last arrival, seeing little
chance for effective work, took a running leap, and, landing on the apex
of the pyramid, whirling about while in the air so as to alight on his
back, kicked up his feet and strove to made himself as heavy as he
could.

The only object this young man seemed to have was to batter down the
score of players and flatten out Jack Dudley, far below at the bottom;
but when, with the help of the referee, the mass was disentangled, and
Jack, with his mop-like hair,