Riddle of the Storm / A Mystery Story for Boys

gaunt giant of the forest, large as a man and quick as a tiger, who had been ready the instant before to engage in

n hills of Kentucky, he was as slim and active as a blacks

and at each end, and swung it high. It caught the wolf squarely under the

now. Before he could regain his feet he was dealt a b

s before them, the five wolves that

sorry lot, you are! Wouldn't even at

at his side. In her hand

l, 'tain't necessary. They've left. Right smart glad

of snow to rub it across the back

" Joyce's wor

o kill a tough timberjack like me. Scrat

er tend to

rig

llars or more. Right enough, too. Destroyer he is. Kills everything from

t up. And all the time she was thinking to herself, "It can't be Jim. True courage

fortune to some one, who had? Ah, well, there was time enough to think of t

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d Johnny arrived when Sandy MacDonald, a bearded giant of a prospector, came tramping

sack with a heavy sigh, "is more pitch

ut this pitchblen

he dropped heavily into a chair, "i

ranium we g

eral way what radium was. H

a benevolent smile, "is at present wo

from that stuff?" Joh

cid. After two or three leachings you get a fair amount of uranium. Then you separate the radium from other eleme

r deposits. And when some one does make the discovery, even if it's on the North Pole, men will go after it. And the man that finds it wil

mured Scott Ramsey

k with his moccasined foot, "must go where

next mail plane goes

f coffee." Sandy smiled a broad smil

always in a valley of golden dreams. Scott Ramsey, blonde-haired and still youthful, with an air of business about him, seemed to say with every move: "This is an adventure, b

ted and managed dog teams, built camps and purchased supplies. Joe Lee, the silent, soft-footed Chinaman, was

ng golden dreams of the morrow, they sat down to their meal of pilot biscuits, caribou s

affair of the afternoon, his talk with Joyc

may have made our great strike?" he reasoned to himself. "Pitchblende,

for treasure. Who would win that race? Sandy an

" He spoke aloud with

ndy heartily. "So we mu

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in allotted to her father, dreaming dreams and thinking of the revel

me upon young men so frank, so kind and so generous, so whole-heartedly serious about their work, and yet so joyous, as the three who a

t it must be," s

d; if those others came to file claims, as the

rrible fight,"

ike was made? If necessity required, would she te

d. "Those were the very words Joh

her mind's eye. Jim, tall and slim, with a Kentucky mountaineer's drooping shoulders and drawling voice; Clyde, big and strong, a little loud, full of

one

self stoutly. "It may not be true.

he allowed her mind to drift back

ed miles, in an airplane, her first journey through

, its roar became the thunder of their motor as th

s eight-foot skis. Three times they crossed that broad expanse of whi

U

Seated beside her father, with his three young partners reposing on a pile of canvas bags before them,

they were doing better than a hundred miles an hour. The cit

shouted in her father's ear. "

hey passed from the land of broad farms to the world of great si

ded on the white surface of Great Slave Lake, they found themselves a full hundred miles from the nearest settlement. And be

waterfalls tumble over rocks that may be loaded with silver, copper and platinum. Those waters may fall on sands of yellow

ppy as a boy. And Joyce

hree young men were financing it. There was a limit to their resources. Her father, the expert mineralogist of the group, was to receive his pay from the profits of the enterprise. When th

ar off camp Johnny Thompson, her trusted

will

f not both, which