THE ROVER BOYS Boxed Set: 26 Illustrated Adventure Novels. Stratemeyer Edward

sun, to determine the direction in which his brothers and Jack Wumble had passed. But, as before, his efforts were misleading, and by the middle of the forenoon he found himself on a barren hilltop with no chance of leaving it excepting by the way he had come.

      It was truly disheartening, and hot, tired, and discouraged he leaped again to the ground. He was now very hungry, without a morsel to satisfy the cravings of his stomach. His steed, too, wanted for something to eat, and gnawed eagerly at the spare vegetation as soon as permitted.

      Tom was wondering what should be his next move when he was startled by the appearance of a mule deer on the hillside just below him. As he gazed at the animal he soon saw another, and then another, until the hillside seemed to be covered with them.

      "I suppose men never come here to disturb them," he thought bitterly. "I wonder if I could bring one down with my pistol? I've got matches, and cooked deer's meat would be first class."

      He crept as close as he could to the deer. Fortunately the breeze was blowing up the hill toward him, so the animals could not scent him readily. When he had gotten as near as he thought possible, he took careful aim and blazed away twice in quick succession.

      His first shot was a failure, but his second landed in the deer's front leg, breaking that member at the knee and pitching the deer headlong. At once the rest of the herd took alarm, and went off like the wind, down the hillside into the valley and up another hill a good mile away. At the same time the wounded beast tried to rise, but before it could do so Tom ran closer and put three more balls into it, and then it rolled over, gave a jerk or two, and remained quiet forever.

      The sight of such a feast made Tom's heart much lighter, and he brought out his pocket-knife and cut out some of the steaks. Then he moved down the hillside to where some brush promised abundant firewood and better forage for his horse.

      The fire was soon lit and blazing away merrily, and the boy began to broil his steaks.

      "Perhaps Dick and the others will see the smoke," he thought. "I trust they do, for I don't want to put in a whole night alone."

      Tom ate his meal slowly, for he did not know what to do after it was finished. He wished he knew how far the nearest settlement was and in what direction.

      After he had eaten his fill, he tied the balance of the steaks in a corner of his blanket, for the food must be kept for future use. Then he walked up to the top of the hill for another look around.

      Suddenly he caught sight of a man riding swiftly toward him — a heavy-set man, with bushy whiskers and a face that was almost black from constant exposure to the elements.

      "Hullo, youngster!" cried the man, when he was within hailing distance. "All alone here?"

      "I am!" cried Tom, and he felt something of joy to see a human being again.

      "What brought you away out here? Hunting?"

      "Not exactly, although I did bring down yonder animal," with a jerk of the thumb toward the deer. "I've lost my way."

      "Did you, really? That's bad. It's lucky I ran across you. What's your handle?"

      "Tom Rover," answered the youth boldly. "What is yours?"

      "Noxton. So you are all alone?"

      "Yes." Tom was trying to think where he had heard that name, but could not remember. "Are you alone?"

      "Well, hardly." Bill Noxton hesitated for a moment. "I was alone, but day before yesterday I fell in with a couple of Englishmen who are out here to see the sights, and they hired me to show 'em around. Our camp is just below here. Will you come down an' be introduced to the beef-eaters?"

      "I suppose I might as well," answered Tom, never suspecting any trick. "I certainly don't want to remain alone any longer."

      "Then come on. I told the beef-eaters I would be back inside of half an hour."

      The man waited for Tom to mount, and then led the way down the hillside and into the valley. There was a patch of forest to pass, and they came out in a clearing on another hill, overlooking a mountain stream which flowed a hundred feet below.

      "Here we are," cried Bill Noxton, as he suddenly wheeled behind Tom. "Shall I introduce you, Mr. Rover?" Tom looked ahead, and his heart dropped.

      There around a camp-fire sat Arnold Baxter and his son Dan, and a man who was a stranger to him. Clearly he was trapped, and in the hands of the enemy.

      CHAPTER XXIV

       THE SEARCH FOR THE MISSING BOY

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      "Tom isn't here!"

      It was Dick who uttered the words, as of a sudden he wheeled around on the dark trail and tried to penetrate the blackness of night behind them.

      "Isn't here?" demanded Jack Wumble, while Sam set up a cry of dismay.

      "No. Tom! Tom!"

      Sam joined in the cry, and so did the old miner, but as we already know, it was useless.

      "This is the wust yet!" growled Jack Wumble. "I told ye all to keep close to me."

      "Perhaps he fell asleep — I know he was dead tired," answered Dick, hitting the plain truth.

      "We'll have to go back for him," said Sam, and turned without delay, for going ahead without Tom was all out of the question.

      "Yes, we'll go back," rejoined the old miner. "But go slow, or you may make matters wuss. I kin follow a clear trail, even of three hosses, but I can't follow a trail mixed up backward an' forward."

      They rode back slowly until at least half a mile had been covered. Then they shouted, but only a dismal echo came back. Dick fancied once that he heard Tom calling, but was not sure.

      Daylight found them still searching around, Dick and Sam with more sober faces than they had worn in many a day. They knew only too well the danger of becoming lost in those wild mountains.

      "Perhaps he has fallen in with Baxter's party," suggested Dick, as they came to a halt at the edge of a cliff overlooking a rushing river far below. It was past the breakfast hour, yet none of them felt like eating.

      "Be careful how you expose yourself," observed Jack Wumble, as he screened himself and his horse behind some brush. "It won't do no good to Tom to let your enemies see you."

      "If only we hadn't lost the trail," sighed Sam. The back trail had disappeared, on some rocks half an hour before and all efforts to take it up again had proved unsuccessful.

      The Rover boys felt very much disheartened. Without Tom what was the use of going ahead to locate the missing mine?

      "He's worth a dozen mines," said Dick. "We must find him — we simply must."

      But they were "stumped," to use Sam's way of expressing it, and with nothing better to do, Jack Wumble drew further back into the bushes, tethered his horse and got out the provisions for a meal. The boys ate mechanically and were soon done. Then Wumble got out his pipe and began to smoke more vigorously than ever.

      "If we had a field glass we might spot him," he observed. "He can't be such a terrible distance away."

      "I'm going to fire my pistol again," said Dick, and did, so, but no response came back and he re-loaded as crestfallen as ever.

      It was a clear day, but the very sun seemed a mockery as it beamed down upon them.

      "Supposing we separate and renew the hunt?" suggested Sam, but Wumble slowly shook his head.

      "None o' that, lad. It will only be a case of another one lost. No, we must keep within sight of each other, no matter what we do. Come, I have an idea of looking into the valley on the other side of this hill, and then we can try the hill yonder."

      Anything was better than sitting still, and once more they rode