United States or Curaçao ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I guess I burned it up," replied Mr. Liggins. "I never save letters. Get too many of 'em. But it was from some place out in Colorado. A little country town, I reckon, or I'd have remembered the name." "Try to think of it," pleaded Jack. "A lot may depend on it. I may be able to get Mr. Tevis's address from the Capital Bank in Denver, but they may refuse to give it to me, or may have lost it."
Tevis's directions." "What do you want to go alone for?" asked Nat. "Why can't John and I go along?" "I didn't want to take you on a dangerous trip," Jack replied. "Well, I guess you'd find it hard to leave us behind," John put in. "Come on, let's ask if we can't go." At first Mr. Kent would not hear of it. But the boys pleaded so hard, and Jack seemed to feel so badly at the delay, that Mr.
Their trunks and baggage had been called for by one of the Double B ranchmen while they were on their way to Mr. Tevis's, so the boys had nothing to worry about but themselves. They had arrived at the hotel about noon, and having eaten dinner, sat down to await the arrival of the man who was to escort them.
Winslow, and a few articles of apparel hastily gathered together, he, by a circuitous and zigzag route, out of the city, made the trip and landed them safely in Burlingame at 4 o'clock. They could get no accommodation at the club, so they accepted the hospitality of Mr. and Mrs. Will Tevis's.
And when is added to this the spontaneous shouts and shrieks of delight that the feminine "fishermen" give when they are successful and make a catch, the half-frenzied and altogether delighted announcements thereof, the whole-hearted or the half-jealous, half-envious return-congratulations, while now and then the large steamer, Tahoe, or an elegant private yacht, as the Tevis's Consuelo, crosses the scene, one may partially but never fully conceive the joy and radiant happiness, the satisfaction and content that Lake Tahoe inspires and produces.
Without a word Jack handed over the two rings and the bit of pasteboard. "This is Tuesday," the strange messenger went on. "I will be back here with an answer Friday night." "Then I can start for Mr. Tevis's place the next day," spoke Jack. "If the answer is favorable," Mr. Hardy said, as he left the room. For a few moments Jack stood looking at the door that had closed on Mr. Hardy.
Tevis's place by night, as it is dangerous to camp in the open around here. Too many wild beasts." From the blasted oak the trail led in winding paths up the mountain. It was indeed a hard one. Great boulders blocked the path, and there were places where rains had washed out big gullies. But the horses seemed used to such traveling, for they scrambled along like goats on a rocky cliff.
Tevis, in order to ask him if he knows the whereabouts of a certain person in whom I am interested," said Jack. "Are you a private detective?" asked Mr. Snell, with a smile. "No sir, I'm Jack Ranger, from Denton, and these are friends of mine," and Jack mentioned their names. "Well, suppose I say we haven't Mr. Tevis's address," spoke Mr. Snell.
Under the direction of the guide the boys packed up some blankets and enough "grub," to last several days, since they could not expect to make as good time as had Mr. Hardy. Leaving their trunks and grips at the hotel the boys, with their new-found friend in the lead, started for Mr. Tevis's mountain home. "He's a strange man," said Mr, Hardy, as he rode along by Jack's side a little later.
"Then I'll have a horse for you here at nine o'clock," Mr. Tevis's friend went on, as he handed back the rings and the card. "Can't John and Nat go along?" inquired Jack, for he had mentioned his friends to Mr. Hardy. "I suppose so," was the answer. "It will take longer if so many of us go, but I have no orders to keep your friends back if they want to accompany us.
Word Of The Day