Bart Keene's Hunting Days; or, The Darewell Chums in a Winter Camp

“Hold on there! Go easy, now, fellows,” cautioned Bart Keene to his two chums, as they stole softly along in the darkness. “What are you making all that racket for, Ned?” “It wasn’t me; it was Frank.” “I couldn’t help it,” came from Frank Roscoe in a whisper. “I stumbled on a stone.”
--This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.





--This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.