Molly McDonald
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Randall Parrish. Molly McDonald
Molly McDonald
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His fingers gripped the iron top rail, and he slowly pulled his body up … … Frontispiece
MOLLY McDONALD
CHAPTER I
AN UNPLEASANT SITUATION
CHAPTER II
"BRICK" HAMLIN
CHAPTER III
THE NEWS AT RIPLEY
CHAPTER IV
THE ATTACK
CHAPTER V
THE DEFENCE OF THE STAGE
CHAPTER VI
THE CONDITION IN THE COACH
CHAPTER VII
PLANS FOR ESCAPE
CHAPTER VIII
A WAY TO THE RIVER
CHAPTER IX
ACROSS THE RIVER
CHAPTER X
THE RIPENING OF ACQUAINTANCE
[Illustration: "No, don't move! The stage has been gutted and set on fire."]
CHAPTER XI
A REMEMBRANCE OF THE PAST
CHAPTER XII
THE PARTING
CHAPTER XIII
BACK AT FORT DODGE
CHAPTER XIV
UNDER ARREST
CHAPTER XV
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE
CHAPTER XVI
THE MEETING
CHAPTER XVII
AT CROSS-PURPOSES
CHAPTER XVIII
ANOTHER MESSAGE
CHAPTER XIX
A FULL CONFESSION
CHAPTER XX
MOLLY TELLS HER STORY
CHAPTER XXI
MOLLY DISAPPEARS
[Illustration: The two started back at his rather abrupt entrance.]
CHAPTER XXII
A DEEPENING MYSTERY
CHAPTER XXIII
THE DEAD BODY
CHAPTER XXIV
IN PURSUIT
CHAPTER XXV
IN THE BLIZZARD
CHAPTER XXVI
UNSEEN DANGER
CHAPTER XXVII
HUGHES' STORY
[Illustration: His Colt poised for instant action, he lifted the wooden latch.]
CHAPTER XXVIII
SNOWBOUND
CHAPTER XXIX
THE CHASE
CHAPTER XXX
THE FIGHT IN THE SNOW
CHAPTER XXXI
THE GIRL AND THE MAN
CHAPTER XXXII
WORDS OF LOVE
CHAPTER XXXIII
MOLLY'S STORY
CHAPTER XXXIV
THE ADVANCE OF CUSTER
CHAPTER XXXV
THE INDIAN TRAIL
CHAPTER XXXVI
READY TO ATTACK
CHAPTER XXXVII
THE BATTLE WITH THE INDIANS
CHAPTER XXXVIII
AT CAMP SUPPLY
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Randall Parrish
A Tale of the Old Frontier
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It was a waterless desert stretching between the Cimarron and the Arkansas, consisting of almost a dead level of alkali and sand, although toward the northern extremity the sand had been driven by the ceaseless wind into grotesque hummocks. The trail, cut deep by traders' wagons earlier in the spring, was still easily traceable for a greater part of the distance, and Hamlin as yet felt no need of caution—this was a country the Indians would avoid, the only danger being from some raiding party from the south. At early dawn he came trotting down into the Arkansas Valley, and gazed across at the greenness of the opposite bank. There, plainly in view, were the deep ruts of the main trail running close in against the bluff. His tired eyes caught no symbol of life either up or down the stream, except a thin spiral of blue smoke that slowly wound its way upward. An instant he stared, believing it to be the fire of some emigrant's camp; then realized that he looked upon the smouldering débris of the stage station.
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