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Perhaps the same thing that Mark and his older friend Gaynor have searched for for ten years. "Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges -- Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!" Will Mark find lost treasure, or sudden death?Jackson Gregory was a California schoolteacher before turning to writing. He first appeared in Adventure in 1915, and became a regular in Western Story. He did mysteries, fantasy, and south sea adventure, but wrote mainly westerns, producing several per year till his death in 1943. As his dustjacket copy put it: "Mr. Gregory has won a place as one of the most entertaining and successful American storytellers. The backgrounds of his tales are authentic for he 'lives his stories' by locating in the place where the plot is laid and becoming for the time a native son."

Jackson Gregory was an American author (1882- 1943). His most famous works include Under Handicap (1914), The Outlaw (1916), The Short Cut (1916), Wolf bread (1916), The Joyous Trouble Maker (1918), Six Feet Four (1918), Judith of Blue Lake Ranch (1919), The Bells of San Juan (1919), Man to Man (1920), Ladyfingers (1920), The Desert Valley (1921), Daughter of the Sun (1921), The Everlasting Whisper: A Tale of the California Wilderness (1922), The Wilderness Trail (1923), Timber-Wolf (1923), The Maid of the Mountain (1925), The Desert Thoroughbred (1926), Captain Cavalier (1927), Emerald Trails (1928), Redwood and Gold (1928), Sentinel of the Desert (1929), Mystery at Spanish Hacienda (1929), The Trail to Paradise (1930), The Silver Star (1931), The Island of Allure (1931), Riders Across the Border (1932), The House of the Opal (1932), The Shadow on the Mesa (1933), Red Rivals (1933), A Case for Mr Paul Savoy (1933), Ru, The Conqueror (1933), High Courage (1934) and The Emerald Murder Trap (1934).

It was springtime in the California Sierra. Never were skies bluer, never did the golden sun-flood steep the endless forest lands in richer life-giving glory. Ridge after ridge the mountains swept on and fell away upon one side until in the vague distances they sank to the monotonous level of the Sacramento Valley; down there it was already summer, and fields were hot and brown.

It was springtime in the California Sierra. Never were skies bluer, never did the golden sun-flood steep the endless forest lands in richer life-giving glory. Ridge after ridge the mountains swept on and fell away upon one side until in the vague distances they sank to the monotonous level of the Sacramento Valley; down there it was already summer, and fields were hot and brown.