Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - "Boys! B-o-y-s!" There was no response to the imperative summons. Professor Zepplin sat up in his cot, listening intently. Something had awakened him suddenly, but just what he was unable to decide. "Be quiet over there, young men," he admonished, adding in a lower tone, "I'm sure I heard some one moving about."
1910. Illustrated. This unusual and popular series tells vividly the story of four adventure-loving lads, who, with their guardian, spent their summer vacations in the saddle in search of recreation and healthful adventure. Long journeys over mountains, through the fastness of primitive forest and across burning desert, lead them into the wild places of their native land as well as into many strange and exciting experiences. There is not a dull moment in the series. Contents: A Mysterious Visitor; A Pack Mule Goes Over a Cliff; A Daring Proposal; Into the Canyon; Rescued by a Human Chain; Making the Best of It; Boy and Ponies Strangely Missing; The Indian Makes a Discovery; Horse Thieves Pay a Second Visit; The Professor Distinguishes Himself; Chunky Objects to Egg Water; All Gone But Two; Winning Through Pluck; Rescue Parties on the Trail; The Round Up; The Voice in the Rock; When the Dark Horse Won; Tad Wins a Roping Contest; and Wrecked in an Ore Car.
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The Pony Rider Boys in the Ozarks Frank Gee Patchin "I guess he must have been an 'Or What, '" suggested Stacy Brown wisely. "Don't mind him. He's dreaming still. It's only his appetite that's here at the table. The rest of him is in bed asleep," jeered Ned Rector, with such a funny grimace that the boys laughed. "Yes," answered Tad, looking up, "we ran around here in our pajamas until we found each other. Then we gave it up and went to bed." "But who was it?" insisted Walter. "It was an--" "Now, never mind, Chunky. You are supposed to be asleep," admonished Ned, with a superior wave of his hand. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
The Pony Rider Boys in the Ozarks; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain by Frank Gee Patchin is a rare manuscript, the original residing in some of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, typed out and formatted to perfection, allowing new generations to enjoy the work. Publishers of the Valley's mission is to bring long out of print manuscripts back to life.
Frank Gee Patchin (1861-1925), was an American author who wrote many series of juvenile fiction books, including The Pony Rider Boys, and The Battleship Boys.
"Boys! B-o-y-s!" There was no response to the imperative summons. Professor Zepplin sat up in his cot, listening intently. Something had awakened him suddenly, but just what he was unable to decide. "Be quiet over there, young men," he admonished, adding in a lower tone, "I'm sure I heard some one moving about." The camp of the Pony Rider Boys lay wrapped in darkness, the camp-fire having long since died out. Not a sound disturbed the stillness of the night save the soft murmurings of the foliage, stirred in a gentle breeze that was drifting in from the southwest. The Professor climbed from his cot, and, without waiting to draw on his clothes, stepped outside. He stood listening in front of his tent for several minutes, but heard nothing of a disturbing nature.
