Frank Merriwell, Junior's, Golden Trail; Or, The Fugitive Professor

it in such a way as to cause Ballard to lose his footing and drop into the poisonous liquid beneath. As Ballard dropped, he flung out his arms, seized the plank, and so kept head

ion, was trying to drag himself up o

splash the stuff around, and keep out of it

"Keep after that confounded prosp

s a scurvy trick Porter played on you, and-an

Frank heaved him upward until h

itated voice of Clancy, from

riwell, "we're mak

. There's a tank of clear water next to the solution vat, and the qui

f into the stuff, anyhow. Stop Porter, if you can. The b

ater, Pink," ordered Merr

ed the mill and kicked around in it for a few moments; then, drawing himself up on the rim of the

grabbing Ballard by the arm, "did

he answer. "I only w

ores on the lower

N

known. If a person scratches his finger on the tin in opening a case, and gets some of the solution in the c

realize how deadly was the bath in which he had been pl

arm up, and right now there's only one thing I want, and that is to get my hands in Por

that I've got in my mind, there's no use in hunting around this

a corral on the other side of the camp. Pard

se in a hurry. I'll just go in and see if Porter's horse is tied in

al. The boys jumped forward instinct spelled by th

ummins?" cal

t's Cummins,"

hing of Ni

got the gear on his bronk in record time, an' was off and

go?" demanded Fr

time to see him p'intin' for Pete Loco's

s," said Pardo, "and you m

wered decidedly. "We've got to keep after h

shown that he won't stop at anything. He don't want to talk with you, does he? He

t Clancy. "He's the fellow we want, Chip. Why did h

of your friend, the professor? Mr. Bradlaugh told me, over t

Porter can tell us something about the missing pro

I would. What I'm trying to get at is this: Old Nick Porter has

ake the prospector gave us on top of those cyanide tanks. We ought to

eeth. "I'll furnish the strategy, if Chip should fall down on it.

d the super, plainly disapproving the plan of the boys to fol

Frank. "There are only two places the trail leads to-one is Lo

ll that's left in the corral i

ugh said you had a couple of the machines here, and that w

insist on going after the prospector, you can take them. But

d and I, to see who st

a scare into me that I won't get over in a hurry. You want to warm up, and the best way for y

Red. I've got an ax of my own to grind, too. Remember, Chip, I'm the one that Porter dropped int

in Clancy, "and if you don't go back to town

Ballard. "The excitement is just beginn

ycles, Pink," argued Merry,

rro," suggested B

ere getting to Loco's," laughed Clancy. "You for town

the argument was already decided against him and

achines, Mr. Par

and led the boys to an adobe sto

d to be twin-cylinder,

oil," said Pardo, "for we always k

otor cycles were lighted, and two penciled g

an exultant note in his voice, "but on these buzz buggie

on one of the machines myself if the assistant superintendent wa

ed at the super

ed, "and he'll say you did just right to let us have the machines

ine began to pop and sputter and was finally crooning its stead

luck, anyhow

rs, Pink," joked Clancy, "and bring

Red," answered Ballard. "Th

hed ground, the iron rests folded up automatically, and he started through the gloo