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

n as sudden as it was unexpected. And yet, knowing Blunt as he

t exactly "cracked" on the subject of his prowess in athletic sports, but his views were certainly warped. Obsessed with the idea that it was his duty t

ay Marathon was run, with the professor's claim as the prize: and it was by a plot of Blunt's that Merry had been lured to the Bar Z Ranch, where, as Blunt had planned. Merry pitc

ed in his growing mind a vast array of false notions. By these, the Wonder regulated h

iked. And yet, while he sympathized with Blunt to a certain exten

e I sat in McGurvin's adobe it flashed over me, all at once, that we had forgotte

was

chance in such a hurry, the time we w

t by Blunt and his

e professor's location notice. Well we were in such a rush that Professor Borrodaile had to leave his luggage behind.

k, and he slipped out of Gold Hill and went after it. We're thick, all right. It's a wonder that some of us didn't think of that

ith McGurvin. And that's the reason I contracted for the canteens, the water, and the rations. Then,

Blunt has got up hi

ling. If the professor is in Happenchance, then

some sort between you and Blunt. The fellow's crazy on the subject of getting th

nch that I ought to hang back and let Blunt make a

"You've got to meet Blunt at every point, and

zy Blunt, and some day he's going to see the error of his way, and reform. W

reath. Whatever it was it certainty w

the subject, "and now, if we don't get lost, it will be

conspired to fix the route to it firmly in his mind. He had gone to the lost town of the Picket Posts in the Bradlaugh car, guided by Nick Porter, but he had ridde

tant guide by day, all but blotted out in the starlight? He be

ded in dodging obstacles, and yet held to a fairly direct route. A mound of rocks, stark and almost shapeless in the gloom, guided him like a fingerboard; or a flat-topped hill, or a peculia

assed the valley where we left the car when Porter led you, and Ballard,

ther. It's just a matter of minding your P's and Q's, and remembering a thing or two. We couldn't take the car t

ly toward the narrow gap. The pace was slow and labored, but Frank unerringly traced the way until

old Pink is missing the time of his life. Now, if we can find Borrodaile, and jog him into a realization of where he is and what he has done, w

oulder. "Don't take too much for granted, Red. This mov

isn't," said Clancy,

alley, in whose center shapeless ruins covered all the old-t

teered through the passage and came at last to a halt in front of the only four walls in the place that remained standing. Here was the buildin

fessor!" sh

between the cliffs that rimmed t

med, in a voice of pr

that yell would bri

guess the theory won't hold water. The pr

as standing in front of the old door. It was swing

snakes, Chip!"

lay beyond. They looked around them, as Merry flashed the beam of ligh

lf with some books, a chair, a trunk, and a few other odds and ends of primitive housekeeping. But no

presently. "But he has been here, and made off with his plun

had made; not in itself alone, but in