Underground Rivers - University of New Mexico

Chapter 20 -- More Boys Club Serials
"This is most remarkable," said the professor. "I, too, have heard of subterranean rivers in this
part of the world, but I have never had the opportunity to explore one. Did this Indian you
speak of ever tell you where this river emerges?"
"He said it come out some place across the frontier in Chihuahua; I don't jest rightly recollect
where," said Pete carelessly, as if the subject did not interest him much, as indeed it did not.
"I don't see what use a subterranean river is to anybody, anyhow," he went on. "If it was on
top, now, it might be some use."
"But this is most interesting," protested the professor, while the boys lay about with their chins
propped in their hands in intent attitudes. "Then, too, if this river exists, perhaps it is even
navigable."
"Why, professor!" exclaimed Jack. "Is it not possible that it was to this river that those drawings
of boats that interested and puzzled you so much had reference?"
"Quite possible, my boy," agreed the man of science.
The Border Boys on the Trail (1911), The Border Boys with the Texas Rangers (1912) and The
Border Boys in the Canadian Rockies (1913) give evidence of the Border Boy's territory.
Frederick Gordon
Fairview Boys on a Ranch, or Riding with the Cowboys (1917)
by Frederick Gordon was the last of a series of six.
"It'll be dandy to go out on the ranch," mumbled Sammy, "but
we surely will miss some of the fun we've had around here
this summer."
"That's so," replied Bob, a little regretfully. "I wonder if
there'll be any place to swim out there."
"There must be plenty of water somewhere around," said
Frank, thoughtfully. "I've read a lot about prairie schooners,
and, of course, they can't sail without water."
"Listen to him!" shrieked Bob. "Why, you goose, don't you
know that prairie schooners are only big wagons?"
"I don't believe it," said Frank, stoutly.
"Bob's right," declared Sammy. "I saw a picture of one a little while ago. It had four horses
hitched to it and a man was driving."
"Maybe that was another kind of schooner," suggested Frank, though weakening somewhat
before the positive statements of his chums. "Anyhow, there must be ponds or lakes or rivers
of some kind. How could the cattle get water if there wasn't?"
"Maybe we'll run across some underground river that will lead to a robber's cave or something,"
broke in Sammy, eagerly. "You know, the kind that's running along all right and then suddenly
sinks down in the ground and people think that's the end of it until they find it starting up again a
good many miles away. But what's it been doing while it's been out of sight? Running through
a cave of course. Robbers choose just that kind of place."
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