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Title: The Young Engineers in Nevada

Author: H. Irving Hancock

Release Date: June 29, 2004 [eBook #12777]

Language: English

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THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA

or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick

By

H. IRVING HANCOCK

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. Alf and His "Makings of Manhood"
II. Trouble Brews on the Trail
III. Jim's Army Appears
IV. Sold Out for a Toy Bale!
V. No Need to Work for Pennies
VI. Tom Catches the "Nevada Fever"
VII. Ready to Handle the Pick
VIII. Jim Ferrers, Partner
IX. Harry Does Some Pitching
X. Tom's Fighting Blood Surges
XI. Planning a New Move
XII. New Owners File a Claim
XIII. Jim Tries the New Way
XIV. The Cook Learns a Lesson
XV. Why Reade Wanted Gold
XVI. The Man Who Made Good
XVII. The Miners Who "Stuck"
XVIII. The Goddess of Fortune Smiles Wistfully
XIX. Harry's Signal of Distress
XX. Tom Turns Doctor
XXI. The Wolves on the Snow Crust
XXII. Dolph Gage Fires His Shot
XXIII. Tom Begins to Doubt His Eyes
XXIV. Conclusion

CHAPTER I

ALF AND HIS "MAKINGS OF MANHOOD"

"Say, got the makings?"

"Eh?" inquired Tom Reade, glancing up in mild astonishment.

"Got the makings?" persisted the thin dough-faced lad of fourteen
who had come into the tent.

"I believe we have the makings for supper, if you mean that you're
hungry," Tom rejoined. "But you've just had your dinner."

"I know I have," replied the youngster. "That's why I want my
smoke."

"Your wha-a-at?" insisted Tom. By this time light had begun to
dawn upon the bronzed, athletic young engineer, but he preferred
to pretend ignorance a little while longer.

"Say, don't you carry the makings?" demanded the boy.

"You'll have to be more explicit," Tom retorted. "Just what are
you up to? What do you want anyway?"

"I want the makings for a cigarette," replied the boy, shifting
uneasily to the other foot. "You said you'd pay me five dollars
a mon