Red Ryder and the secret of Wolf canyon; (1941)

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Record Details:

Title:
Red Ryder and the secret of Wolf canyon;
Date:
1941
Publisher:
Racine, Wis., Whitman Pub. Co
Volume:
Red Ryder and the secret of Wolf canyon;
Leaf #:
00077
Language:
English
Contributor:
Internet Archive
Sponsor:
Internet Archive
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 19, 2022
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SECRET OF WOLF CANYON 77 They covered the remaining ground quickly, passing through a large cavern similar to the one they had entered in the afternoon. The sharp night air, when they reached the open, had a cold snap to it that chilled them to their bones. But it felt good! They were free! Still their troubles were not over. They found them- selves high up, close to the summit of one of the needle- like cliffs. The cliff-was smooth and shining in the bright starlight as they looked down. Not a single foothold mar- red its side. Descent seemed impossible. "Out o' the fryin' pan into the fire," muttered Red rue- fully, taking note of the situation. "How in tarnation are we gonna get down now?" "Red Ryder's lariat good and strong," suggested Little Beaver. " Tain't long enough." Red studied their position carefully, shook his head, then looked upward. A hopeful light came into his eye. About twenty feet above, the cliff came to a peak. Continuing above the peak, was a narrow projection jut- ting upward like a bayonet from a rifle. "Yore lariat idea might work yet, young 'un," opined Red, gathering the rope from around his waist and slip- ping the loop end off Little Beaver. "Stand back!" The lariat loop whistled in an ever-widening circle, suddenly shot upwards toward the jutting rock, hovered for a second over its mark, then snugly settled down around it.