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Frank Merriwell's Pursuit

Frank Merriwell's Pursuit

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Chapter 1 THE OATH OF DEL NORTE.

Word Count: 1327    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

was intensely dark, with a raw, cold wi

d the east branch of the Ausable River a

e sat swaying in the saddle, seeming to

the horse, helping to support the mounted man

ne. Before a cottage door the trio halted, a

ted lamp in his right hand, shading his eyes w

gruffly asked, "an

answered the man at the door. "One of our party has been w

said the man in the doorway, with a touch of

e man at the door. "He may die from the wo

tor nearer than

none in th

N

is Elizab

y-five

s the

might be better. You ca

end, if you will help us out we will make it worth your whi

bbe

a quart to us, and we w

a quart for you," w

to take us over the road to Elizabethtown t

erested the ma

nd I will see what I can do for you. Per

know t

it will be no easy traveling to-night. Bette

be made that night. He returned to his companions, and the mounted man was assisted to descend from th

s head. He was pale and haggard, and there was an expression of anxiety i

an's companion, as he assisted the other to a c

red man drank from the bottle. As he

ho fired that bullet! May he b

ttle, joining his companion in urging the man who had procured the wh

oducing a roll of bills. "We will pay you every cent agreed upon. Why

not gone more than thirty minutes. Those waiting his return heard hoofbeats, and the lig

Elizabethtown," he said, as he sprang off. "I

ded man, "and shoot him full of lead if

wonderfully, and soon the four rode out of Keen

traversing gloomy valleys. As the night advanced it grew colder until their teeth chattered and their blood seemed stagnating in their veins. Many times they paused to

ethtown. Soon they were clamoring at the door of a physician, into wh

n a big armchair. "Find out where that infernal bullet is. Tell me if

es were removed and the do

came all this distance? Well, you have sand! At first glance one would suppose the ball had gone straight through your head. It struck the frontal bo

rs, and then with a lance he made an incision and straightened

up very long with that wound. You're not at all seriously injured. It m

or," was

thirty-two-calibre bullet, and it's not like

d dress the wound, again

ry is not serious?" questioned the woun

wer. "It is not liable to give serious trouble

ey found accommodations, and the wounded one was put into bed. Ere

e dead, but the dog that fired the shot shall pay the penalty of his treachery, and I swear I wil

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