The Quest of the Four. Joseph A. Altsheler

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       Joseph A. Altsheler

      The Quest of the Four

      A Story of the Comanches and Buena Vista

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4064066099084

Table of Contents

       CHAPTER I

       THE MEETING OF THE FOUR

       CHAPTER II

       THE MARCH OF THE TRAIN

       CHAPTER III

       AT THE FORD

       CHAPTER IV

       ON WATCH

       CHAPTER V

       THE COMANCHE VILLAGE

       CHAPTER VI

       THE MEDICINE LODGE

       CHAPTER VII

       THE GREAT SLEEP

       CHAPTER VIII

       NEW ENEMIES

       CHAPTER IX

       THE FIERY CIRCLE

       CHAPTER X

       PHIL'S LETTER

       CHAPTER XI

       WITH THE ARMY

       CHAPTER XII

       THE PASS OF ANGOSTURA

       CHAPTER XIII

       A WIND OF THE DESERT

       CHAPTER XIV

       BUENA VISTA

       CHAPTER XV

       THE WOMAN AT THE WELL

       CHAPTER XVI

       THE CASTLE OF MONTEVIDEO

       CHAPTER XVII

       THE THREAD, THE KEY, AND THE DAGGER

       CHAPTER XVIII

       THE HUT IN THE COVE

       CHAPTER XIX

       ARENBERG'S QUEST

       CHAPTER XX

       THE SILVER CUP

       CHAPTER XXI

       CHAPTER XXII

       BREAKSTONE'S QUEST

CHAPTER I

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THE MEETING OF THE FOUR

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      A tall boy, dreaming dreams, was walking across the Place d'Armes in New Orleans. It was a brilliant day in early spring, and a dazzling sunlight fell over the city, gilding the wood or stone of the houses, and turning the muddy current of the Mississippi into shimmering gold. Under such a perfect blue sky, and bathed in such showers of shining beams, New Orleans, a city of great and varied life, looked quaint, picturesque, and beautiful.

      But the boy, at that moment, thought little of the houses or people about him. His mind roamed into the vast Southwest, over mountains, plains, and deserts that his feet had never trod, and he sought, almost with the power of evocation, to produce regions that he had never seen, but which he had often heard described. He had forgotten no detail of the stories, but, despite them, the cloud of mystery and romance remained, calling to him all the more strongly because he had come upon a quest the most vital of his life, a quest that must lead him into the great unknown land.

      He was not a native of New Orleans or Louisiana. Any one could have told at a glance that the blue eyes, fair hair, and extreme whiteness of skin did not belong to the Gulf coast. His build was that of the Anglo-Saxon. The height, the breadth of shoulder and chest, and