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The Search for a Lost Mine
By Arthur M. Winfield
My Dear Boys: This book, "The Rover Boys Out West," forms thefourth volume of the "Rover Boys Series," a line of up-to-datestories for Young Americans. Like the other books of the series,this tale's complete in itself.
In "The Rover Boys at School" we were introduced to Dick, Tom, andSam, and their amusing and thrilling adventures at Putnam Hall, amilitary academy for boys situated in the heart of Now York State;in "The Rover Boys on the Ocean" we followed our young heroesduring a most daring rescue; and in "The Rover Boys in the jungle"we learn what true American courage can do, even in the heart ofthe Dark Continent.
In the present tale our young herm are taken at first back to dearold Putnam Hall, and then to the heart of the great mining districtof Colorado.
All trace of a valuable mine has been lost, and the boys start outon a hunt for the property, little dreaming of the many perilswhich await them on their quest. How they overcome one obstacleafter another, and get the best of their various enemies, will befound in the story itself.
The success of the first Rover Boys books has gratified me beyondmeasure, and my one hope is that my numerous readers will find thisand future volumes of equal interest.
Affectionately and sincerely yours,
June 20, 1900
"Zip! Boom! Ah!"
"Hurrah for Putnam Hall!"
"Let her go, Peleg, lively now, and mind you don't upset us, orwe'll use you worse than we did the football."
"All right, young gents. All in? Hold fast, everybody, or I won'tbe responsible, nohow, if you drop off. Git along, Jack; up withye, Sally!"
And with a crack of the whip, a tooting of tin horns, and it madyelling and cheering from the students, the long Putnam Hall stageleft the football enclosure attached to the Pornell Academy groundsand started along the lake road for Putnam Hall.
The stage was packed, inside and out, with as merry andlight-hearted a crowd of boys as could be found anywhere; and whyshould they not be merry and light-hearted, seeing as they had justwon a great football match by a score of 16 to 8? Tom Rover, whowas on the top of the stage, actually danced a jig for joy.
"That's the third time we have done them up, fellows!" he cried."My, but won't there be gloom around Pornell Academy to-night! Itwill be thick enough to cut with a knife."
"They were never in it from the start," piped up Sam Rover. "Andthey were all heavier than our team, too," he added, proudly.
"It was science, not weight, that won the match," said Frank
Harrington.
"Yes, it was science," broke in Larry Colby. "And for that sciencewe have to thank Dick Rover. Oh, but didn't that rush to the leftfool them nicely!"
Dick Rover's handsome face flushed with pleasure. "We won becauseevery player did his full duty," he said. "If we—" He broke offshort. "Great Scott, what a racket on top! Who's that caperingaround?"
"It's me, thank you!" yelled Tom, with more force than goodgrammar. "I'm doing an Indian war danc