. 91

CHAPTER XI.
The Journey. 101

CHAPTER XII.
The Silver City. 111

CHAPTER XIII.
In the City. 122

CHAPTER XIV.
The Festival. 132

CHAPTER XV.
A Retreat. 142

CHAPTER XVI.
Discovered. 152

CHAPTER XVII.
A Halt. 162

CHAPTER XVIII.
Cave Life. 172

CHAPTER XIX.
A Change of Base. 182

CHAPTER XX.
A Desperate Struggle. 192

CHAPTER XXI.
A Long Halt. 202

CHAPTER XXII.
Jake's Venture. 212

CHAPTER XXIII.
A Hurried Departure. 222

CHAPTER XXIV.
Jake. 231

CHAPTER XXV.
On the Range. 241

CHAPTER XXVI.
The Pursuit. 251

CHAPTER XXVII.
At Bay. 260

CHAPTER XXVIII.
The Catastrophe. 270

CHAPTER XXIX.
A Fierce Conflict. 280

CHAPTER XXX.
A Welcome Change. 290

CHAPTER XXXI.
The Sea. 299

CHAPTER XXXII.
A Happy Surprise. 308

CHAPTER XXXIII.
Homeward Bound. 318

THE SEARCH FOR THE SILVER CITY.

CHAPTER I.

THE SEA DREAM.

Three years ago last August, it is unnecessary to specify the exact
date, Teddy Wright was not only a very lonely fellow, but considered
himself abused by circumstances.

During the previous season he had studied very hard at the military
school on the Hudson which he often referred to slightingly as "the
barracks," and as a reward for the flattering reports sent home by his
teachers, had been promised a long vacation in the Adirondacks with a
schoolmate who lived in the northern portion of New York state.

Teddy's parents and sisters intended spending the summer at some one of
the fashionable watering places; but with three long months of "roughing
it" where game could be found in abundance, he had no desire to
accompany them.

"Life in the woods knocks staying at a big hotel on the sea-shore,
where a fellow is obliged to be dressed up all the time," he said when
one of his sisters expressed surprise at his choice. "We shall regularly
camp out, and father has given me a doubled-barreled breech-loader, to
say nothing of his own rod and collection of flies. Jack and I will have
the jolliest kind of a time while you're moonin' on the hot sands trying
to think it is fun."

Teddy went to Jack's home, and, to his sorrow