At the doorway of Old Stony’s cabin, Mr. Livingston and the Scouts halted. Inside, crouching on the floor, a man was riffling through a box…

Cold night air seeped through the tent walls. Jack Hartwell stirred restlessly in his sleeping bag and sat up. What had awakened him? Beside him,…

The road wound through spike pines which stood silhouetted in the fading daylight. Long, empty miles lay behind the weary travelers since they had left…