Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This book was produced from images made available by the HathiTrust Digital Library.) [Illustration: The weird old Zuni Witch Doctor whirled around, looked at Billie, raised his hand and made a threatening gesture.] THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS ALONG THE BORDER or The Hidden Treasure of the Zuni Medicine Man By Frank Fowler Author of “The Broncho Rider Boys On the Wyoming Trail,” “The Broncho Rider Boys at Keystone Ranch,” “The Broncho Rider Boys Down in Arizona” A. L. BURT COMPANY NEW YORK. Copyright, 1914 by A. L. Burt Company CONTENTS CHAPTER I.—THE THREE RANCH PARDS. CHAPTER II.—BILLIE HAS A CLOSE CALL. CHAPTER III.—ON THE TRAIL TO THE ZUNI VILLAGE. CHAPTER IV.—THE STRANGE SHOT. CHAPTER V.—RIVAL DEER HUNTERS. CHAPTER VI.—A LIVELY SCRIMMAGE. CHAPTER VII.—THE WITCH DOCTOR. CHAPTER VIII.—THE MAN WHO VANISHED. CHAPTER IX.—THE POISONED SPRING. CHAPTER X.—LOST IN THE SAND STORM. CHAPTER XI.—AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE. CHAPTER XII.—THE LONG NIGHT. CHAPTER XIII.—THE PANGS OF STARVATION. CHAPTER XIV.—THE ZUNI SNAKE CATCHER. CHAPTER XV.—A MEETING WITH THE MEDICINE MAN. CHAPTER XVI.—THE BLANK WALL. CHAPTER XVII.—A SECRET OF THE SACRED MOUNTAIN. CHAPTER XVIII.—THE STRANGE HABITATIONS OF THE ZUNIS. CHAPTER XIX.—WHERE LADDERS WERE STAIRS. CHAPTER XX.—BILLIE AND THE SHOWMAN. CHAPTER XXI.—A TREMENDOUS SCHEME. CHAPTER XXII.—ANOTHER WARNING. CHAPTER XXIII.—THE STEALING OF THE SACRED BELT. CHAPTER XXIV.—A DESPERATE SITUATION. CHAPTER XXV.—THE COMING OF DONALD. CHAPTER XXVI.—THE RATTLESNAKE DANCE. CHAPTER XXVII.—HOMEWARD BOUND. CHAPTER XXVIII.—AT THE END OF THE ROPE. CHAPTER XXIX.—THE MEDICINE MAN’S SECRET. CHAPTER XXX.—BILLIE MAKES A DISCOVERY—CONCLUSION. THE BRONCHO RIDER BOYS ALONG THE BORDER CHAPTER I. THE THREE RANCH PARDS. “We’ll never get another chance like it, fellows!” “No more we won’t, Billie.” “And so I say let’s stay around this section till we see all there is.” “That’s what Adrian remarked, Billie, before you put your oar in.” “Oh! well if it’s a unanimous vote, why, I reckon the whole thing might be called settled then, eh, Donald?” “We’ll stay for a while, anyhow. You know our saddle chum, Adrian, is getting just wild to take a run away up into that Northern range country in Wyoming, where in times gone by they used to have big cattle ranches.” “Yes, I’ve heard him say he was uneasy about that ranch he owns up there, but hasn’t seen for so long. It’s being run by an uncle named Fred Comstock, and our pard has a sorter idea that it’s more profitable to Uncle Fred than to him. So he thinks he’d better take a jaunt up that way unbeknown to all parties, and see for himself. And Donald, when he starts there’ll be _three_ of us in the bunch, won’t there?”