There is probably no one writing to-day who has so well caught the trick of this particular sort of pseudo-history.

A Hopalong Cassidy western.

If you would test the soul of a friend, take him into the wilderness and rub elbows with him for five months.

Mr. Post has written a story that is fresh and wholesome and quite as full of adventure as the average reader can demand.

To anyone in Tubacca there could be only one extraordinary thing about Drew, and that he could not reveal: his name, Rennie.

No better yarn of the old cattle days can be found in current fiction.

There could be only pain in learning the secret he so carefully hid.