"Right off there! Look! Look!" The lanky cow puncher pointed out beyond the shadow of the solitary mesa . . . . . . Frontispiece
As it flared up, all three recoiled with expressions of dismay. At their very feet was a deep chasm.
A tempest of lead rattled about the engine. Almost before they realized it, they had swung around the curve.
The Border Boys Across the Frontier.