ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

CHAPTER I.
WHO THEY WERE.

< LL ABOARD for Sunrise Lands! All
aboard!” And wasn’t it the merriest

voice in the world saying this? Then it
must have been Uncle Nat who gave the
above invitation, for he had that kind of
voice. He was calling out to his enterpris-
ing nephews, Ralph Rogers and his brother,
Rick, as they took the cars at a California
station for San Francisco. Ralph and Rick
were Massachusetts boys whose home was in
Concord. Their father had long been dead,
but their mother still kept up the old home. “It’s good blood, what is
in you, boys,” the mother would say. “You know the Concord woman
in Revolutionary times, when Major Pitcairn aad his British troops came
to town. The court house had been set on fire, and it threatened to |
burn her house. She interceded with the major, her water pails in her
hands, and got him to put the fire out. She belonged to our family
Blood tells, boys. Don’t forget.”

“No, mother, but blood won’t put out fires. There has got to
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