Frank Merriwell's Pursuit Or, How to Win   By: Burt L. Standish (1866-1945)

Frank Merriwell's Pursuit

By Burt L. Standish

[Illustration: Cover, showing Frank outrunning a landslide while carrying Inza]

Frank Merriwell's Pursuit

OR,

HOW TO WIN

BY

BURT L. STANDISH

Author of the famous Merriwell Stories.

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STREET & SMITH CORPORATION PUBLISHERS 79 89 Seventh Avenue, New York

Copyright, 1904 By STREET & SMITH Frank Merriwell's Pursuit

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[Transcriber's Note: No Table of Contents was present in the original edition. The following Table of Contents has been prepared for this electronic edition.]

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. THE OATH OF DEL NORTE. 5 CHAPTER II. THE TERROR OF O'TOOLE. 12 CHAPTER III. NEW ARRIVALS AT THE LAKE. 21 CHAPTER IV. TWO GHOSTS. 28 CHAPTER V. THE WOLVES. 32 CHAPTER VI. IN THE GRASP OF DEL NORTE. 46 CHAPTER VII. THE SENTINEL. 56 CHAPTER VIII. AT THE FOOT OF THE PRECIPICE. 67 CHAPTER IX. THE KNIFE DUEL. 73 CHAPTER X. THE LANDSLIDE. 82 CHAPTER XI. BURIED ALIVE! 90 CHAPTER XII. IN THE CAVE OF DEATH. 98 CHAPTER XIII. HOW RAILROADS ARE BUILT. 109 CHAPTER XIV. ANOTHER OBSTACLE. 122 CHAPTER XV. HAGAN SECURES A PARTNER. 137 CHAPTER XVI. ARTHUR HATCH. 144 CHAPTER XVII. EVIL INFLUENCE. 169 CHAPTER XVIII. THE POLICE RAID. 182 CHAPTER XIX. ALVAREZ LAZARO. 192 CHAPTER XX. THE AVENGER. 200 CHAPTER XXI. THE FIRST STROKE. 208 CHAPTER XXII. THE SECOND STROKE. 217 CHAPTER XXIII. OLD SPOONER. 226 CHAPTER XXIV. THE FLAMES DO THEIR WORK. 239 CHAPTER XXV. THE PATIENT AND THE VISITOR. 246 CHAPTER XXVI. A SURPRISE FOR FIVE THUGS. 258 CHAPTER XXVII. A DUEL OF EYES. 269 CHAPTER XXVIII. AT NIAGARA FALLS. 284 CHAPTER XXIX. IN CONSTANT PERIL. 300 CHAPTER XXX. THE END OF PORFIAS DEL NORTE. 306

FRANK MERRIWELL'S PURSUIT.

CHAPTER I.

THE OATH OF DEL NORTE.

Rain had ceased to fall, but the night was intensely dark, with a raw, cold wind that penetrated to one's very bones.

Shortly after nightfall three men crossed the east branch of the Ausable River and entered the little settlement of Keene.

Of the three only one was mounted, and he sat swaying in the saddle, seeming to retain his position with great difficulty.

The two men on foot walked on either side of the horse, helping to support the mounted man. At intervals they encouraged him with words.

A few lights gleamed from the windows of Keene. Before a cottage door the trio halted, and one of the men on foot knocked on the door.

A few moments later a man appeared with a lighted lamp in his right hand, shading his eyes with his left as he peered out into the darkness.

"Who are you?" he gruffly asked, "and what do you want?"

"We want a surgeon or a doctor as soon as we can find one," answered the man at the door. "One of our party has been wounded by accident, and we wish to have his wound dressed."

"Another city sportsman shot for a deer, eh?" said the man in the doorway, with a touch of scorn in his voice. "It's the same old story."

"Yes, the same old story," acknowledged the man at the door. "He may die from the wound if we do not find a doctor very soon."

"There's no doctor nearer than Elizabethtown."

"Is there none in this place?"

"No."

"How far is Elizabethtown?"

"Twenty five miles."

"How is the road?"