Frank in the Mountains

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Castlemon Harry. Frank in the Mountains

CHAPTER I. THE FOOT-RACE

CHAPTER II. WHAT CAME OF IT

CHAPTER III. FRANK LEARNS SOMETHING

CHAPTER IV. THE TRAPPER A PRISONER

CHAPTER V. ARCHIE FINDS A NEW UNCLE

CHAPTER VI. THE MEDICINE-MAN

CHAPTER VII. IN THE MOUNTAINS

CHAPTER VIII. FRANK'S FRIEND, THE GRIZZLY

CHAPTER IX. ADAM BRENT'S STORY

CHAPTER X. TURNING OUT A PANTHER

CHAPTER XI. FRANK IN SEARCH OF HIS SUPPER

CHAPTER XII. ADAM BESIEGED

CHAPTER XIII. DICK IN A NEW CHARACTER

CHAPTER XIV. A RIDE FOR LIFE

CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION

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No sooner had the chief's yell died away than the whole tribe took it up; and such a din as that which rung in Frank's ears during the next few seconds, he had never heard before. The yells did not express delight, but surprise and indignation; for their youthful champion was being left behind at the very commencement of the race. Frank took the lead at the start. The instant the signal was given, he bounded forward like an arrow from a bow, and was well under way before the Indian had made a step.

The savage, however, was not yet beaten. Quickly recovering from his surprise, and spurred on by the yells of derision which his friends sent after him, he exerted himself to the utmost; and before they reached the end of the course, he had overtaken Frank, and was running side by side with him; but he could not pass him. Indeed, it was quite as much as he could do to keep pace with him; while Frank was running well within himself, with plenty of power held in reserve, and ready, at a word from the trapper, to put on a fresh burst of speed, and leave his rival far in the rear. They reached the tree at the end of the course, swung round it like two flashes of light, and sped along the home stretch with unabated speed, the Indian beginning to feel the effects of his rapid run, and Frank apparently as fresh as when he started.

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Archie dismounted from his horse, and after tying the animal to a neighboring tree, cut from the thicket a long, slender sapling, which, on being stripped of its branches, promised to answer the purpose for which it was intended, and to pull out a trout as well as any twenty-five-dollar rod. Then he produced a fish-line from his pocket, and in a short time his pole was rigged. The bait was dropped carefully over the bank, and no sooner had it touched the water than it was seized by a ravenous trout, which found itself struggling on the ground in a twinkling.

"He is rather larger than those we used to catch about Lawrence, isn't he?" said Frank. "Now, if I am fortunate enough to knock over an elk, we'll have a supper such as people in the cities do not often enjoy."

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