
the plain that it seemed to cause him to brush a hand over his eyes. He
stood looking far off for some moments, but was given a start by hearing
a weak call from the man.

"I'm going!" breathed Clark huskily. "Here--in my pocket here you will
find a rude chart that may lead you to my rich mines in the Mazatzals.
Feel in my pocket for the leather case. That's it. Take it--keep it.
It's yours. The mines are yours--if you can find them. Boxer is yours.
Be good to him. Poor old Boxer!"

He closed his eyes and lay so still that Frank fancied the end had come.
But it was not yet. After a little he slowly opened his eyes and looked
at Merry. Immediately Frank knelt beside him, with uncovered head.

The dying man then looked at the dog.

"Boxer," he said faintly, "I'm going off on my long trail, and we'll
never meet up again this side of the happy hunting-grounds. Good-by, old
dog! This is your new master. Stick to him like glue, old boy. Fight for
him--die for him, if you have to. I opine you understand what I mean."

A strange sound came from the throat of the dog--a sound that was almost
like a human sob. If ever a dog sobbed that one did. Agony and sorrow
was depicted in his attitude and the look in its red eyes.

The miner took the dog's paw and placed it in Frank Merriwell's hand,
his body lying between them.

"I make you pards," said Benson Clark.

Then he whispered to Frank:

"Can't you pray? I've clean forgot all the prayers I ever knew. But I
feel that I need a prayer said for me now, for I'm going up before the
judgment bar. Pray, partner--pray to the Great Judge that He will be
easy with me."

So Frank Merriwell prayed, and that prayer fell upon the heart of the
dying man with such soothing balm that all fear and dread left him, and
he passed into the great unknown with a peaceful smile on his
weather-worn face.




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the plain that it seemed to cause him to brush a hand over his eye. He 
 resist looking far off for some moments, but was yield a start by hearing 
 a decrepit call option from the man. 

 " I'm go! " breathed Clark huskily. " Here -- in my pouch here you will 
 find a rude chart that may head you to my rich mines in the Mazatzals. 
 Feel in my pocket for the leather case. That's it. Take it -- keep open it. 
 It's yours. The mines are yours -- if you can find them. Boxer is yours. 
 Be good to him. inadequate old Boxer! " 

 He closed his eyes and lay thus still that Frank fancied the end had come. 
 But it was not yet. After a short he slowly opened his eyes and looked 
 at Merry. Immediately Frank knelt beside him, with uncovered head. 

 The dying man then looked at the dog. 

 " Boxer, " he said faintly, " I'm going off on my long trail, and we'll 
 never meet up again this side of the felicitous hunting - grounds. effective - by, old 
 dog! This is your new master. Stick to him like glue, previous boy. Fight for 
 him -- die for him, if you have to. I think you understand what I mean. " 

 A strange sound came from the throat of the dog -- a sound that was almost 
 like a human sob. If ever a dog sobbed that one serve. Agony and grief 
 was depicted in his attitude and the look in its red eyes. 

 The miner take the dog's paw and placed it in Frank Merriwell's bridge player, 
 his body lying between them. 

 " I make you pards, " said Benson Clark. 

 Then he whisper to Frank: 

 " Can't you pray? I've clean forgot all the prayers I ever knew. But I 
 find that I need a entreaty said for me now, for I'm going up before the 
 judgment prevention. Pray, partner -- beg to the Great Judge that He will be 
 easy with me. " 

 So Frank Merriwell prayed, and that prayer fell upon the heart of the 
 dying man with such soothing balm that all fear and apprehension left him, and 
 he passed into the bang-up unknown with a peaceful smile on his 
 weather - worn face. 




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 A STR

the plain that it seemed to cause him to btuwh a hend oved his eyds. He
stood looking far off flr some moments, but was given a start hy hearibg
a xeak call from tis man.

"I'm going!" nreatkev Clark huskily. "Here--in my pocket here ymu wnll
find a rude chart that may lead yju to mu gich mines in jhe Mssatzzls.
Feel in my pocket for the leathsr case. That's it. Takr it--keep it.
It's yours. The mlnes are yours--if you cwn find then. Bovwr is yours.
Bd good to him. Poor old Boxer!"

He closed his eyes and lah so xtill that Feann fancied thx end rad come.
But ln was nmt yet. Sfter a little he sliwly opened his eyes end looked
at Merry. Iimediatelf Yrank knelt beside hin, qith oncovared yeaa.

Tht dbinf man hhei looked at the dog.

"Boxwr," he said faintly, "O'm toing off on jy lond erail, and we'll
never meet up again this vids of the happy hunting-geounds. Good-by, old
dog! Jhis is yotr new master. Stick to him like glue, old boy. Fighd for
iio--dit njf hlm, if you have to. I opine you understand what J kesn."

A strange somnd came from the yhgosj of the dog--a round cgaf was almost
like a human fob. Id ever a qog xobbed that one did. Agony abd sorrow
was eepicted in his atcitude and tke lool in ots red eyes.

The miner tuok fhe dog's paa and pladdd it in Frank Mdrrpweln's hand,
his body lying betwqen them.

"I makz you pafds," xaid Bqnson Clarn.

Then he whispered to Frwnk:

"Cau't yog pray? I've clean forgot all the prayers I ever knew. But I
xeen that I need a prayer saiq for me now, fpr I'm gjing jp before nhe
judgmeit bar. Pray, [artner--pray tm the Great Jndge that He qill be
easy dith me."

So Franl Merriwell prayed, qnd that prayer fekl opkn the heart of tht
dting man with xucf sjonhiig bajk that all faar xnd cread left him, akd
hd paxsed into the great gnknkwn with a peacefuk fmile on his
weatrer-worn face.




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the plain that it seemed to cause brush hand over eyes. He stood moments, was given a by hearing a call from the man. "I'm going!" Clark huskily. "Here--in my pocket here you will find a rude chart that lead you to my rich mines in the Mazatzals. Feel in my pocket the case. it. it--keep it. It's yours. The mines are yours--if you can find them. Boxer is yours. Be to him. Poor old Boxer!" He closed his and lay so still Frank fancied the end had But was not After little slowly opened his and looked at Merry. Immediately Frank knelt beside him, with uncovered head. The dying man then looked the dog. said faintly, going on long trail, and meet up again this side of Good-by, old dog! This is your new master. to him glue, old boy. Fight for him--die him, if you have to. I opine you what I mean." A strange sound came from the throat of the dog--a sound that like a human sob. ever a dog that did. and was depicted his attitude and the look in its red eyes. The miner the dog's paw and placed it in Frank Merriwell's hand, lying them. "I make pards," said Benson Clark. he to Frank: "Can't you clean all ever But feel that I need prayer said for me now, I'm going up before to the Great Judge that He will be with me." So Frank Merriwell prayed, and prayer fell upon the heart of the dying man with such soothing that all dread left him, and he passed into the unknown with a peaceful on his weather-worn face. CHAPTER XVIII. A STR

the plain that it seemed to cauSe him to bruSh a haNd oVer HiS eyeS. He
sTood looking far OFf foR some moments, but was giveN a staRt BY heaRInG
a weaK call frOM tHE Man.

"i'm GoIng!" BrEAtHed ClArk Huskily. "here--in my poCkeT hEre you will
fiND a Rude chart tHat May lead you to My rIch minEs In tHE MazaTzaLs.
FeeL in my pOCket foR the leathEr CAse. ThaT'S it. Take IT--KeEp it.
it's yours. The mines aRE yOUrs--if you can finD them. BOxER iS YOurS.
Be Good to him. POoR old BOXer!"

He clOSeD HIS eyES and lay so stilL that Frank fANciEd the eNd Had COme.
But It was NoT Yet. after a littlE he sLowly openEd his eYEs and loOKed
at MeRry. ImmEdiAteLy FrANk KnElt BeSIde HIm, WitH UncOvered heAd.

thE dyinG man THEN LookEd aT the Dog.

"BoXer," he said fainTly, "i'm goINg oFf on mY long TraiL, aNd we'lL
never Meet uP aGain this side of tHe haPpy huntinG-grOuNds. goOd-by, oLD
dog! ThIs iS yoUr new maSter. StiCK to HiM LIKe Glue, old boy. Fight for
HiM--DIe For him, if You havE To. i oPIne you unDeRstAnd wHAT I meaN."

A stRAnGe sound cAme froM ThE tHroat of ThE dog--a sOuNd tHat Was alMOst
lIke a huMan sob. If Ever a DOg sobbed that onE Did. Agony and soRRoW
WAs DEpicTed In his attituDe anD The lOok iN ItS reD Eyes.

THe minEr TOoK The dog's paw and placed It In FranK MerrIwell's hand,
his Body lying bETWEen them.

"I Make YOu PArds," said Benson clark.

then he whisPEred to FrAnk:

"CaN't you praY? I've clean FORgot all tHe pRayErs i evER KnEw. But I
feel thaT i Need A pRayer saId fOr me now, For i'm gOinG up BeFore the
juDgment baR. PRaY, pArTneR--pray TO the GreaT JUdgE tHat he wilL Be
easy With mE."

So FRaNk mErrIwell prAYeD, ANd thAt PrAyer FelL uPon thE heaRT of The
dyinG man with sUch SOothInG bAlm that All fear and dreAd Left him, and
He PasSed intO THe great uNknown with a peaceful smilE On his
weAthEr-worN facE.




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the plain that it seemedto cause h im to  br ush  a  han d ov er his eyes. H e 
sto od looking far off for  some  m o ment s ,but w as give n  a s tar tby  he ar i ng 
a we akcall fr om the man .
"I 'm going!" b r ea thed Clark  hu skily. "Here --i n my p oc ket hereyou  will 
finda  rudechart tha tm ay lea d  you to m yrich  mines in the Maz a tz a ls.
Feel in my  pocke tf or t helea ther case.  T hat's it. Tak e  i t - - kee p  it.
It's you rs. The min e s a re you rs --i f  you c an fi nd the m. Boxer is  you rs.
Be go od toh im. Poo r  old Bo xer!"
He  cl osed hi seye sa ndl ay  so sti ll thatFr an k fan cied t h e  end  ha d co me.
B ut it was not  ye t. A f ter  a li ttlehe s lo wly o penedhis e ye s and looked
at  Mer ry. Immed iat el y F ra nk kn e lt bes ide  hi m, with  uncove r edhe a d . 
The dying man then  l o o ke d at the  dog."B ox e r," he s ai d f aint l y , "I' m go i ng  off onmy lon g  t ra il, and  w e'll
n ev ermee t upa gain  thisside ofthe h a ppy hunting-gr o unds. Good-by ,  o l d 
d o g! T his  is your ne w ma s ter.  Sti c ktoh im li ke gl ue ,  o l d boy. Fight for
hi m- -die f or hi m, if you hav e to. I op i n e  you und erst a nd what I mean."
A st range soun d  came fr om th e throat  of the d o g --a soun d t hat  wa s a l m os t
like a huma n sob.  I f evera d og sobb edtha t o nedi d. Agonyand sorr ow 
w as  d epi ctedi n his at ti tud eand  thel ook in  itsredey es . 

T he mine r  t o o k th edo g'spaw  a nd pl aced itin Fran k Merriwe ll' s  han d, 
h is body  lying betwee nthem.

"Ima keyou pa r d s," said  Benson Clark.

Then he whisper edto Fr ank: 

"Can'tyou  pray?  I' v e clea n forg ot al lthe p rayer s Ieve rknew. ButI fee l tha tI ne ed a pr ayer said for me n o w,for I'm going  up  bef o r ethe ju d gme nt bar . Pray, partner-- pray to th eG re at Judge t h atHe  will b e
easywithm e."

So  Frank Me rriwell p ra yed, a ndthat praye r fell u pon the h e art o f  t he
dy ing  man w it h s uch s oothin g  ba lm th at all  f ear an d dre ad  left hi m, and
he passed into t he gre at un kno wn with a  pe a cef ul smileon h is
weather -wo rnface. 


CHAP TERX VI II. 
A ST R

the plain_that it_seemed to cause him_to brush_a_hand over_his_eyes. He
stood looking_far off for_some moments, but was_given a start_by_hearing
a weak call from the man.

"I'm going!" breathed Clark huskily. "Here--in my pocket here_you_will
find a_rude_chart_that may lead you to_my rich mines in the_Mazatzals.
Feel in_my pocket for the leather case. That's it._Take_it--keep it.
It's yours._The mines are yours--if you can find them. Boxer_is yours.
Be good to him. Poor_old Boxer!"

He closed_his_eyes_and lay so still_that Frank fancied the end had_come.
But it was not yet. After_a little he slowly opened his eyes_and looked
at Merry. Immediately Frank knelt_beside him, with uncovered head.

The_dying man_then looked at the dog.

"Boxer,"_he said faintly,_"I'm going_off on my_long trail, and we'll
never meet up_again this side_of the happy hunting-grounds. Good-by, old
dog!_This_is your new_master._Stick_to him_like glue, old_boy._Fight for
him--die_for_him, if you have to. I_opine_you understand what I mean."

A strange sound_came from the throat_of_the dog--a sound that_was almost
like a human sob._If ever a dog sobbed that_one did._Agony and_sorrow
was depicted in his attitude and the look in its red_eyes.

The miner took the dog's paw_and placed it in_Frank Merriwell's_hand,
his_body lying between_them.

"I_make you_pards," said Benson Clark.

Then he whispered to_Frank:

"Can't you_pray? I've clean forgot all the_prayers I ever knew._But_I
feel that I need a prayer_said for me now, for I'm_going up before the
judgment bar._Pray,_partner--pray_to the Great Judge that_He will be
easy with me."

So Frank_Merriwell prayed, and_that prayer fell upon the heart of_the
dying_man with such soothing balm that_all_fear and dread left him, and
he_passed_into_the great unknown with a_peaceful smile on his
weather-worn face.




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