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Title: Rimrock Jones

Author: Dane Coolidge

Release Date: December 10, 2006 [EBook #20076]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: And as he passed, he looked in
under the shadow of his hat, and touched
a bag that was tied behind his saddle]

RIMROCK JONES

BY

DANE COOLIDGE

AUTHOR OF

THE DESERT TRAIL

ILLUSTRATIONS BY

GEORGE W. GAGE

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY

W. J. WATT & COMPANY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE MAN WITH A GUN
II. WHEN RICHES FLY
III. MISS FORTUNE
IV. AS A LOAN
V. THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN
VI. RIMROCK PASSES
VII. BUT COMES BACK FOR MORE
VIII. A FLIER IN STOCKS
IX. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
X. THE FIGHT FOR THE OLD JUAN
XI. A LITTLE TROUBLE
XII. RIMROCK'S BIG DAY
XIII. THE MORNING AFTER
XIV. RIMROCK EXPLAINS
XV. A GAME FOR BIG STAKES
XVI. THE TIGER LADY
XVII. AN AFTERTHOUGHT
XVIII. NEW YORK
XIX. WHERE ALL MEN MEET
XX. A LETTER FROM THE SECRETARY
XXI. THE SECOND ANNUAL MEETING
XXII. A FOOL
XXIII. SOLD OUT
XXIV. THE NEW YEAR
XXV. AN ACCOUNTING
XXVI. A CHAPTER OF HATE
XXVII. THE SHOW-DOWN
XXVIII. A GIFT
XXIX. RIMROCK DOES IT HIMSELF

ILLUSTRATIONS

And as he passed, he looked in under the shadow
of his hat, and touched a bag that was tied
behind his saddle . . . _Frontispiece_

Rimrock Jones left town with four burro-loads
of powder, some provisions and a cargo of tools

That was Rimrock's notice, but now it was void
for the hour was long after twelve

RIM ROCK JONES

CHAPTER I.

THE MAN WITH A GUN

The peace of midday lay upon Gunsight, broken only by the distant
_chang, chang_ of bells as a ten-mule ore-team came toiling in from the
mines. In the cool depths of the umbrella tree in front of the
Company's office a Mexican ground-dove crooned endlessly his ancient
song of love, but Gunsight took no not