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[Illustration: He met the hot-mouthed, vicious brute, his rude spear
clasped in both hands]

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FAR PAST THE FRONTIER

By
JAMES A. BRADEN

Illustrated by
W. H. FRY

C

Akron, Ohio
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING CO.
New York--Chicago

MADE IN U. S. A.

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Copyright, 1902
By
The Saalfield Publishing Company

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER                                         PAGE
      I  The Flight of Big Pete Ellis.             5
     II  A Bound Boy's Story.                     19
    III  The Beginning of a Perilous Journey.     32
     IV  The Man Under the Bed.                   47
      V  A Mysterious Shot in the Darkness.       62
     VI  On Lonely Mountain Roads.                76
    VII  On Into the Wilderness.                  91
   VIII  Friends or Foes?                        105
     IX  The Scalp at Big Buffalo's Belt.        121
      X  A Night With the Indians.               134
     XI  Again a Hidden Enemy.                   150
    XII  Building a Cabin.                       164
   XIII  The Strange Story of Arthur Bridges.    179
    XIV  Treed by Wolves.                        192
     XV  A Maple Sugar Camp in the Wilderness.   206
    XVI  The Hatred of Big Buffalo.              219
   XVII  Danger.                                 232

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FAR PAST THE FRONTIER.

CHAPTER I.

The Flight of Big Pete Ellis.


"Look out thar!"

A young, red-bearded man of herculean frame fiercely jerked the words
between his teeth as he leaped between two boys who were about to enter
the country store, from the door of which he sprang.

Diving aside, but quickly turning, the lads saw the cause of their sudden
movement bound into a wagon standing near, and with a furious cry to the
horses, whip them to such instant, rapid speed that the strap with which
the animals were tied, snapped like a bit of string. With a clatter and
rumbling roar the team and wagon dashed around a corner, the clumsy
vehicle all but upsetting, as the wheels on one side flew clear of the
ground.

Running forward, the boys were in time to see, fast disappearing down the
road toward where the September sun was setting, the reckless driver
bending over, lashing the horses to a frantic gallop. The wagon swayed
and jolted over the ruts and holes, threatening momentarily to throw the
fellow headlong. An empty barrel in the box bounced up and down and from
side to side like a thing alive.

"Something has happened! Big Pete isn't doing that for fun!" the larger
of the boys exclaimed.

"Run for Dr. Cartwright, quick! Big Pete has killed Jim Huson, I'm
afraid!"

The speaker was Marvel Rice, proprietor of the store in which Huson was a
clerk. "Tell him to hurry--hurry!" the merchant cried again, as without a
second's hesitation the two boys sped away along the tan-bark path.

"Are you coming, Ree?" asked the more slender lad, glancing over his
shoulder with a droll smile. He was a wiry chap of sixteen and ran like a
grey hound, easily taking the lead.

His companion made no reply, but his spirit fired by the sarcastic
question, he forged ahead, and the other found it necessary to waste no
more breath in humor.

An admirer of youthful strength and development would have clapped his
hands with delight to have seen the boys' close race. Return Kingdom,
whom the slender lad had called "Ree," was a tall, strongly built,
muscular fellow of seventeen. His fine black hair waved under the brim of
a dilapidated beaver as he ran. His brown eyes were serious and keen and
his mouth and chin emphasized the determination expressed in them. Though
his clothes were of rough home-spun stuff, and his feet were encased in
coarse boots, an observing person would have seen that he was possessed
of the decision and strength in both mind and body which go to make
leaders among men.

The smaller boy was John Jerome--quick, vigorous, brown-haired,
blue-eyed, freckled, and his attire was like that of his companion whose
follower he was in everything save foot-racing. In that he would give way
to no one, not excluding the trained Indian