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Title: The Boy Ranchers
or Solving the Mystery at Diamond X

Author: Willard F. Baker

Release Date: October 29, 2008 [EBook #27093]

Language: English

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THE

BOY RANCHERS

OR

_Solving the Mystery at Diamond X_

By

WILLARD F. BAKER

Author of "The Boy Ranchers in Camp,"
"The Boy Ranchers on the Trail," etc.

_ILLUSTRATED_

NEW YORK

CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE BOY RANCHERS SERIES

By WILLARD F. BAKER

12mo. Cloth. Frontispiece

THE BOY RANCHERS
or Solving the Mystery at Diamond X

THE BOY RANCHERS IN CAMP
or The Water Fight at Diamond X

THE BOY RANCHERS ON THE TRAIL
or The Diamond X After Cattle Rustlers

_Other Volumes in Preparation_

CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, New York

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY

COPPLES & LEON COMPANY

THE BOY RANCHERS

Printed in U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I "SOME RIDIN'!"
II A CALL FOB HELP
III A MYSTERIOUS SEARCH
IV SUSPICIONS
V HITTING THE TRAIL
VI THE RUSTLERS
VII A CRY IN THE NIGHT
VIII "THE PROFESSOR'"
IX "WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"
X DEL PINZO
XI BAD BUSINESS
XII RIDING HERD
XIII THE ATTEMPT FOILED
XIV THE STAMPEDE
XV LOST
XVI THE VISION
XVII THE NIGHT CAMP
XVIII QUEER OPERATIONS
XIX PRISONERS
XX THE DIAMOND X BRAND
XXI THE ESCAPE
XXII BACK TO THE RANCH
XXIII CLOSING IN
XXIV THE FIGHT
XXV THE TRICERATOPS

THE BOY RANCHERS

CHAPTER I

"SOME RIDIN'!"

Two riders slumped comfortably in their saddles as the ponies slowly
ambled along. The sun was hot, and the dust stifling, a cloud of it
forming a floating screen about the horsemen and progressing with them
down the trail.

One of the riders, a tall, lanky and weather-beaten cowboy, taking a
long breath, raised his voice in what he doubtless intended to be a
song.

It was, however, more a cry of anguish as he bellowe