Edward Stratemeyer

Edward Stratemeyer

Summary

Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on Sunset Trail… (1925)

While Tom Rover walked over to the office the boys wandered down to the mine opening, gazing curiously at the darkness beyond where only a few lights flickered.
“Gee, I never could see what there was in being a miner—I mean a fellow to work way in the bowels of the earth like this,” remarked Fred.
“I don’t think this is as bad as a coal mine,” answered Andy. “Gosh! that would get your goat, sure. Those poor fellows are hundreds and hundreds of feet out of sight of daylight. [198] If anything gives way, it’s all up with them. I’d rather be a lineman working on the top of telephone poles.”
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on Sunset Trail… (1925)

He was trying vainly to recall the stranger. The fellow’s face looked familiar, but he could not remember having ever spoken to him.
“Out for a day’s fun, I suppose,” said Brooks easily. He acted as if he was in no hurry to leave the Rovers. “How was Fatty the last you saw of him?”
“Fine as silk,” answered Andy. “Taken on a few pounds more,” and he grinned. He rather liked the looks of the stranger.
“We’re going to get some railroad tickets,” added Fred, and he nodded toward the agency.
“Why, that is just where I was going!” exclaimed Joe Brooks. “I want to get accommodations to Chicago.”
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys on Sunset Trail… (1925)

AT LAKE GANSEN
“Are you sure it was Tate?” demanded Andy, who had had his back turned to the rider.
“It certainly was,” answered his twin.
“What in the world can that man be doing here?” demanded Jack.
“Don’t ask me!” returned Randy. “I suppose now they’ve let him out of prison he has as much right to roam around as Davenport has.”
“I remember now that Tate did come from the West,” said Jack. “He was a miner before he became an oil man. Perhaps he’s interesting himself in the mines in this vicinity.”
“He couldn’t have anything to do with the Rolling Thunder mine, could he?” questioned Fred.
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