Frank at Don Carlos' Rancho by Harry Castlemon Page 1 of 160

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. All about Horses,
CHAPTER II. About Bears,
CHAPTER III. A Strange Story,
CHAPTER IV. "Old Davy,"
CHAPTER V. A Running Fight,
CHAPTER VI. Don Carlos" Rancho,
CHAPTER VII. A Heavy Reward,
CHAPTER VIII. Archie Learns Something,
CHAPTER IX. Archie and Beppo,
CHAPTER X. Archie Makes a Bold Dash,
CHAPTER XI. A Companion in Trouble,
CHAPTER XII. Frank"s Adventures,
CHAPTER XIII. An Old Acquaintance,
CHAPTER XIV. The Don in Trouble,
CHAPTER XV. The Bridge of Clouds,
CHAPTER XVI. A Race In the Dark,
CHAPTER XVII. Conclusion.


DON CARLOS" RANCHO.

CHAPTER I.
ALL ABOUT HORSES.

ARCHIE WINTERS found that he had been mistaken in the opinions he had formed concerning life in California. When he first arrived at his uncle"s rancho, he had declared that the fun and excitement were all over, and that he and Frank were destined to drag out a weary, monotonous existence until the time came for them to return home.

But Arthur Vane, with the assistance of Pierre Costello and his band, had made things exceedingly lively for him and Frank, and now they were both willing to acknowledge that they had had much more than they wanted of perilous adventure.

The time never hung heavily on their hands, for there was always something interesting going on. First, Dick Thomas returned from San Francisco, and he and Johnny Harris became constant visitors at Mr. Winters"s rancho.

Then came several unsuccessful hunts after a grizzly bear, which persisted in breaking into the cow-pen every night, and finally an incident happened that brought about a long string of adventures, and raised Frank and Archie higher than ever in the estimation of the settlers.

On the morning on which we introduce them, they, together with Johnny and Dick, were gathered in a room in Mr. Winters"s rancho-the same room in which Frank had had one of those memorable encounters with the highwayman-talking the matter over.

The boys were in a state of siege. Every opening, except the port-holes, through which a breath of air might find its way in to them, was closed, and the room was as hot as an oven. They were perspiring like butchers; but not one of them thought of throwing open a door or window.



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