34

V. STARTING FOR THE GRAND CANYON 46

VI. BUCKSKIN ON GUARD 54

VII. STANDING BY THE LAW 62

VIII. THE MOQUI WHO WAS CAUGHT NAPPING 71

IX. "TALK ABOUT LUCK!" 79

X. THE COPPER-COLORED MESSENGER 87

XI. AT THE GRAND CANYON 98

XII. HOW THE LITTLE TRAP WORKED 105

XIII. GOING DOWN THE CANYON TRAIL 116

XIV. THE HOME OF THE CLIFF DWELLERS 124

XV. THE TREACHEROUS GUIDE 135

XVI. A WONDERFUL DISCOVERY 143

XVII. THE WINDOWS IN THE ROCKY WALLS 151

XVIII. FINDING A WAY UP 158

XIX. FORTUNE STILL FAVORS THE BRAVE 167

XX. ANOTHER SURPRISE 175

XXI. THE LITTLE OLD MAN OF ECHO CAVE 184

XXII. TURNING THE TABLES--CONCLUSION 195

THE SADDLE BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON

CHAPTER I

THE WORK OF THE WOLF PACK

"Hold up, Bob!"

"Any signs of the lame yearling, Frank?"

"Well, there seems to be something over yonder to the west; but the sage
crops up, and interferes a little with my view."

"Here, take the field glasses and look; while I cinch my saddle girth,
which has loosened again."

Frank Haywood adjusted the glasses to his eye. Then, rising in his
saddle, he gazed long and earnestly in the direction he had indicated.
Meanwhile his companion, also a lad, a native of Kentucky, and answering
to the name of Bob Archer, busied himself about the band of his saddle,
having leaped to the ground.

Frank was the only son of a rancher and mine owner, Colonel Leonidas
Haywood, who was a man of some wealth. Frank had blue eyes, and
tawny-colored hair; and, since much of his life had been spent on the
plains among the cattle men, he knew considerable about the ways of
cowboys and hunters, though always ready to pick up information from
veterans of the trail.

Bob had come to the far Southwest as a tenderfoot; but