Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net WUNPOST WUNPOST BY DANE COOLIDGE AUTHOR OF LORENZO THE MAGNIFICENT, THE DESERT TRAIL, RIMROCK JONES, ETC. GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK Published by Arrangement with E. P. Dutton & Company Copyright, 1920, By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY All Rights Reserved First printing ... April, 1920 Second printing ... May, 1920 Printed in the United States of America CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I. The Death Valley Trail 1 II. The Gateway of Dreams 9 III. Dusty Rhodes Eats Dirt 20 IV. The Tree of Life 30 V. The Willie Meena 42 VI. Cinched 51 VII. More Dreams 63 VIII. The Babes in the Woods 73 IX. A New Deal 85 X. Short Sports 91 XI. The Stinging Lizard 102 XII. Back Home 114 XIII. With Hay-hooks 128 XIV. Poisoned Bait 135 XV. Wunpost Takes Them All On 144 XVI. Divine Providence 156 XVII. The Answer 168 XVIII. A Lesson 175 XIX. Tainted Money 183 XX. The War Eagle 190 XXI. A Lock of Hair 200 XXII. The Fear of the Hills 209 XXIII. The Return of the Blow-hard 217 XXIV. Something New 226 XXV. The Challenge 233 XXVI. The Fine Print 242 XXVII. A Come-Back 251 XXVIII. Wunpost Has a Bad Dream 259 XXIX. In Trust 268 WUNPOST CHAPTER I THE DEATH VALLEY TRAIL The heat hung like smoke above Panamint Sink, it surged up against the hills like the waves of a great sea that boiled and seethed in the sun; and the mountains that walled it in gleamed and glistened like polished jet where the light was struck back from their sides. They rose up in solid ramparts, unbelievably steep and combed clean by the sluicings of cloudbursts; and where the black canyons had belched forth their floods a broad wash spread out, writhing and twisting like a snake-track, until at last it was lost in the Sink. For the Sink was the swallower-up of all that came from the hills and whatever it sucked in it buried beneath its sands or poisoned on its alkali flats. Yet the Death Valley trail led across its level floor--thirty miles from Wild Rose Springs to Blackwater and its saloons--and while the heat danced and quivered there was a dust in the north pass and a pack-train swung round the point.