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NAN OF MUSIC MOUNTAIN

NAN OF MUSIC MOUNTAIN

by Frank H. Spearman, N. C. Wyeth
     
 

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Frontier Day 1
II. The Thief River Stage Line 18
III. The Spanish Sinks 34
IV. First Blood at Calabasas

Overview

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Frontier Day 1
II. The Thief River Stage Line 18
III. The Spanish Sinks 34
IV. First Blood at Calabasas 52
V. Rounding up Sassoon 61
VI. Heels for It 73
VII. Maintaining a Reputation 87
VIII. The Gambling-Room 101
IX. A Cup of Coffee 111
X. The Glass Button 124
XI. After the Storm 138
XII. On Music Mountain 154
XIII. Parley 167
XIV. Nan Drifts 182
XV. Crossing a Deep River 193
XVI. A Venture in the Dark 210
XVII. Strategy 222
XVIII. Her Bad Penny 237
XIX. Danger 250
XX. Facing the Music 262
XXI. A Try Out 273
XXII. Gale Persists 289
XXIII. De Spain Worries 302
XXIV. An Ominous Message 313
XXV. A Surprising Slip 323
XXVI. Flight 338
XXVII. El Capitan 349
XXVIII. Lefever to the Rescue 362
XXIX. Puppets of Fate 371
XXX. Hope Forlorn 386
XXXI. De Spain Rides Alone 399
XXXII. The Truth 408
XXXIII. Gambling With Death 420
XXXIV. At Sleepy Cat 428




ILLUSTRATIONS

De Spain covered a hardly perceptible black object on
the trail. Frontispiece
FACING PAGE
Hugging his shield, de Spain threw his second shot over
Sandusky's left shoulder. 135
"Stand away from that girl!" repeated de Spain harshly,

backing the words with a step forward. 200
"I've promised you I would. I will promise every time
you ask me." 417




NAN OF MUSIC MOUNTAIN




CHAPTER I

FRONTIER DAY


Lefever, if there was a table in the room, could never be got to sit
on a chair; and being rotund he sat preferably sidewise on the edge of
the table. One of his small feet--his feet were encased in tight,
high-heeled, ill-fitting horsemen's boots--usually rested on the
floor, the other swung at the end of his stubby leg slowly in the air.
This idiosyncrasy his companion, de Spain, had learned to tolerate.

But Lefever's subdued whistle, which seemed meditative, always
irritated de Spain more or less, despite his endeavor not to be
irritated. It was like the low singing of a tea-kettle, which, however
unobtrusive, indicates steam within. In fact, John Lefever, who was
built not unlike a kettle, and whose high, shiny forehead was topped
by a pompadour shock of very yellow hair, never whistled except when
there was some pressure on his sensibilities.

The warm sun streaming through the windows of the private office of
the division superintendent at Sleepy Cat, a railroad town lying
almost within gunshot of the great continental divide, would easily
have accounted for the cordial perspiration that illumined Lefever's
forehead. Not that a perspiration is easily achieved in the high
country; it isn't. None, indeed, but a physical giant, which Lefever
was, could maintain so constant and visible a nervous moisture in the
face of the extraordinary atmospheric evaporation of the mountain
plateaus.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940013417625
Publisher:
SAP
Publication date:
09/26/2011
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