THE RIDERS 278
XXVIII. GOPHERTOWN 288
XXIX. TOLL 299
XXX. TWO ROSES 305
XXXI. NIGHT 320
XXXII. MORNING 332
XXXIII. A SPEECH 345
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ILLUSTRATIONS
OVERLAND LIMITED! (page 123) Frontispiece
THE GIRL'S LEVEL GRAY EYES STUDIED THE TRAMP'S FACE 16
"IT'S A CLEAN-UP" 296
"CAN'T I HAVE ANOTHER ONE, ROSE GIRL?" 340
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The Road
Through the San Fernando Valley, toward the hills of Calabasas runs that
old road, El Camino Real of the early Mission days.
And now replicas of old Mission bells, each suspended in solitary
dignity from a rusted iron rod, mark intervals along the dusty way, once
a narrow trail worn by the patient feet of that gentle and great padre,
Junipero Serra,--a trail from the San Gabriel Valley to the shores of
Monterey.
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