Adrift on the world, or, Working his way to fortune

Adrift on the world, or, Working his way to fortune

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STORVE. S OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY-"Now, you mutinous young dog!" exclaimed Captain Simpson, pointing at the open sea. with you into that boat!" "You can't mean to send me adrift in that cockleehell with a storm coming 'up!" cried Dick, aghast at . the. _prospect.


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ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. "A matter 0 ten years." "Ten years on wind and claimed Martin, in some surprise. stood it." I With something like an oath on his lips he hurried upwave-sw:ept ledge I" ex stair s to the gallery to see if any harm had been done. "I don't see how you've "All is sae," he breathed, in a tone of satisfaction Calder shrugged his shoulders. "I've a family to support, and I'm getting along in years, with a touch of the rheumatism in my joints. I've elt one of my spells coming on all day, and I didn't need to look at the barometer to tell me there was a storm brewing out yonder," waving his arm toward the southeast. "I never had it, and don't want it," growled Martin, expectorating into a box 0 sawdust beside the stove "You'll know what it is i you ever get it," repliecl the head lightkeeper, grimly. "I'm going to turn in now. I hope I'll be able to relieve you at midnight.'' "Don't worry, i you don't feel equal to it," said Martin, refilling his pipe. "I'm in no humor or sleeping to-night, and I'd just as soon take a part, or the whole, 0 your spell as not. Go to bed, man, afi;d sleep If I need you, or change my mind, I'll call you." "That's kind, and considerate 0 you, Martin, I must say, and I shan't forgt it," replied Caleb Calder, with a kindlier than usual for his assistant, whom he had not really liked from the clay the new man came on duty. "What an inernal place this is, with its cold, lonely :walla and awul sounds Existence here is but a living death, and yet but for this light such an awful night aa this would mean death for many." As he tried to peer out at sea his face was reflected in the thick ebony panes. "It's blacker than the ace 0 spades, and there's a fog coming in, too. I must start the horn." Re walked to the other side 0 the lantern and looked out toward the shore of Cape Cod, six miles away, but he could make out nothing but the angry foam-lashed waters when the shaft 0 red or white light flashed or a moment upon the stormy waste. He descended to the lower floor again, and soon the ljoarsc, vibrant notes 0 the fog-horn was heard at regular interv a l s afte r that. Hour aft e r hour passed away, and the gale still seemed to in c rease in intensity. Midnight came and passed, but Martin, pacing up and clown the room, like some morose beast in its cage, did not go near his companion, who was sleeping in his cot, on the floor above, to awaken him. Ned Martin watched his superior walk up the circula:r iron stairs with a painul limp. The fog grew thicker, streaming in on the wings 0 the bla st and the light above had hard work to force its way "Ten years on Manacle Ree," he muttered, in a smly throu g h it. whisper. "Why, ten months of this sort o life would The notes o the horn, too, seemed to be torn short off and drive me crazy." h flung shoreward instead 0 penetrating seaward w ere it He r e lighted his pipe and drew nearer to the sto'Ve. was needed "Blast my luck! Everything has gone against me. It might have been four o'clock in the morning when, as Until this job was thrust under my nose I had hard scratchMartin, who had gone up to make sure everything was all ing to1keep my hea.d above water, and the papers say the right with the lamps, pauaed, before descending, to glance country was never so prosperous. Confound the papers out through the over the opaque ocean, that he no In the same breath they say the rich are getting richer and ticed a sudden glare start out 0 the darkness less than the poor, poor er. I believe that. Why shouldn't I have a mile away. plenty 0 money, too? Why should I be orced to grub for It did not last long, but it looked unreal and ghostly a living when others are living in lu xury? It ain't air." through the dense fog. He brou ght -his fist down on the table, angrily. "Why (5 Great heaven!" exclaimed the assistant keeper. "It should I stagnate out on this ree, six miles from the shore, must be that some vessel is driving in on these rocks. If while others are enjoying the sweets 0 lie? Things aren't she not a soul will live to tell the tale." evenly divided. I ought to have my share. And, by heaven, Re hurried below, d onned his sou'wester and oiled overI will have it some day." garments and opc:ncd the door overlooking the stone steps It was evident beyond doubt that the demon 0 discontent leading to the landing place, now a mass 0 yeasty water. bad taken possession 0 the assistant lighthouse keeper. The steps, being to the leeward, were somewhat sheltered He sat there moodily puffing his pipe, lost in thought. by the granite pillar behind, and he was able to make his Darker and darker grew the night. way to the highest point 0 the rocks, whence he leveled his Louder and more terrible grew the storm ni gh tg lass in the direction hehad seen the light. Re did not seem to heed it, but still smoked on. He had _been there scarce five minutes, whe n he saw the The waters that surged around the foundation of the glow a second time, much nearer than b eore. li-ghthouse boiled with white foam. "It's a vessel, sure enough, and she's doomed, i ever Under the fierce blasts that cmne in from the broad Atcraft was," he muttered. !antic, the waves, la s hed to madness, would take flying leap a The light faded and darkness more impenetrable than clean over the top 0 the lantern itsel. ever succeeded At length, as a giant wave launched itsel with a terrible Five, ten minutes passed, and he stood there like a statue shock a'.gafost the conical \vhite structure, Martin sprang l in the drenching spray. to his eet with 11 nervous bound. Suddenly, in a lull 0 the gale, he plainly heard a grind-


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. I ing crash, followed immediately by the reltewed shrieking of the storm, as if a million fiends were rejoicing over the de struction of a noble craft. "She 's on the rocks and all is over with the poor fellows," .he muttered. It was even more than destruction-it was annihilation. Every plank in the vessel had been riven asunder by the resistleo:s shock, and in an instant she and her crew had ceased to be. Martin, with a shudder, gazed around upo:q the foam. crested water surrounding the lighthouse. At that moment a faint cry was borne to his ears around the corner of the building aWhat's that?" he exclaimed, his blood quickening with excitement. "Help! Help I" came floating around on the crest of a wave which spent itself a few yards below his feet. \ "Great Scott I Some poor fellow has been borne upon these rocks!" he cried. "Can I save him?" "Help!" The cry now came from among the rocks below. "He must have come in through that channel and is clinging to the rocks at the foot of the landing." Martin dashed back into the lighthouse, seized a. coil of light rope, and tying one end to a ring just outside the doorway, and the other around his waist, made his way down through the blinding spume and dashing water till he reached a point where, almost smothered by the foam, he made out the head and shoulders of a man wedged into a crevice in the rocks. The assistant lightkeeper was a man of powerful phys ique, but with all his strength he maintained his hold with great difficulty while he reached down and released the now unconscious man from his terrible position. He quickly bore him up into the lighthouse, slammed the door shut, and laid him at full length upon the floor near the stove, which he replenished with a couple of shovelsful of coal. "Thank goodness, he is not dead!" he breathed, as he knelt down and felt around the man's heart. II. WAS IT MURDER? The cheering ray.s of the lamp and the warm glow of the fire fell upon the drenched and unconscious form. He was a man whose age was probably forty -five, but looked older on account of a thick beard. His face, neck and hands were bronzed by the sun and wind, and his garments showed that he was the master of the craft which had just gone to destruction on the reef. "George Porter aculated Ned Martin, in surprise, after peering down into his face. The recognition seemed to give him little satisfaction, for he kn'itted his brows and a dark 100k, not pleasant to see, c ame over his features. As if the sound of his name had arrested his fleeting senses and called him back to life, the unfortunate man opened his eyes and gazed upon his rescuer. "Ned Martin!" he cried feebly. "Is it possible I owe my life to you?" 11he assistant lightkeeper made no answer, but with folded arms looked upon the person he had called George Porter, while the shadow seemed to deepen on his face. "Give me fl. drink," asked the man, feebly, as he strove to raise himself on his elbow. "I am faint." For an instant Martin hesitated and a hard look came into his eyes, then with a smothered gro'wl he went to a closet, poured some liquor from a bottle into a glass and held the tumbler to George Porter's lips. He swallowed a portion with some difficulty, gasped, but :finally took it all down and, with a sigh, sank back at .full length and lay without motion for several minutes. Perhaps a feeling of pity penetrated Martin's breast as he noted the death-like paleness upon the rescued features. At any rate, he turned away, slipped upstairs and e ntly returned with a blanket, which he held before the fire to warm. "Shall I help you off your wet clothes?" he said, moodily, as he noticed Porter struggle into a recumbent position. "If you will," was the grateful reply. After the man was wrapped in the warm blanket, Martin picked up his sodden garments, one by one, and hung them about the table to dry. His peajacket was the last the lightkeeper took hold of, and as he gave it a shake a fat pocketbook fell out of it on the floor. Porter saw it fall, snatched it up eagerly and concealed it in the folds of the blanket. "I mustn't lose that," he said, with a faint smile. "lt is my fortune." His fortune The look of sullen discontent, mingled with a gleam of avarice, deepened upon Martin's face. "You've been fortunate, then, since--" "Since we last saw each other :fifteen years ago? Yes and no." "What do you mean by that?" "I've made a little money, it is true," replied George Porter, "as I advanced in my pr9fession; but most of that went down to-night with the loss of my vessel, the Granite State, upon these rocks." "Most of it?" in surprise "All but a few hundred dollars." "But I thought you said that pocketbook contained your fortune?" said Martin, moisteping his dry lips with the edge of his tongue, while his dark eyes gle&med strangely. "I did," replied the captain, with an light in his honest eyes. "But I don't quite how--'"


ADRIFT O N THE W ORLD. "It can hardly interest you, Ned. Let us talk of some pleasure. "My boy Dick is sixteen years old, and a braver thing else. How have you fared since last I saw you?" or smarter lad never lived "How have I fared?" 'fhe old sullen look leaped again "I've seen him into eyes. "I have fared badly." "Of course you have, for he lives in Southold village, "I am sorry to hear that, Ned hard by," said George Porter, in an animated tone. "When "I shoul d fancy you would be glad," replied did you see him last?" harsh ly. "A week ago." "Why? Because we parted in anger?' You accused me "And how is he?" eagerly. "Well, of course. And active ot stealing your sweetheart away from you. You know as a young monkey.''. that was not so. Nell Wentworth never cared for you in "He was all right." that way. You asked her to marry you and she told you "I wrote him from Rio Janeiro where we put in, and of she coul d never be your wife That was before I asked course he's got my letter and is expecting to see his father her the same question." any day now. You're not a father, Neel, so you can't un"I have won her but for you!" cried Martin, derstand the joy, the eagerness, with which I long to cla s p fiercely . "Why did you come between us? Answer me him to my heart. He's got his mother's eyes, and the that. Things were coming my way till you began to pay same fair, curly hair She lives over again in Dick. Yes, her attention. Then-but I can't talk about it. It drives yes, she does indeed." me mad to think of it. Had I married her I should have Martin, who had listened with ill concealed impatience been a different man I should have been prosperous, not to this speech, rose to his feet and laid his pipe on the 'the pauper I am to day When she married you I went to table the dogs. To the dogs-do you understand?" He stood with clenched fists and flaming eyes above the man he blamed with the ruin of his life, and he did not present a pleasant picture George Porter looked up at him without a shade of re sentment in his eyes. He felt sorry for Martin, yet he could not see how he was to blame. He had fairly won the heart of pretty Nellie Wentworth, and, having won her, had married her. "Let us forget and forgive, Ned. You've saved my life, and I'm grateful to you," he said, wistfully. "Nellie is gone She's an angel in heaven, and some day you and f will meet her." Tears glistened in Porter's eyes as he recalled his dead wife, who had been lying in a quiet churchyard on the Cape for six years past, but his emotion ha.d no effect on the man before him. "Where do you hail from now?" he asked, abruptly, his eyes wandering over the folds of the blanket where the pocketbook lay "Melbourne "And you were '6ound in for Boston, of course?" "Yes." "Well, you've had hard luck to be wrecked in sight of port almost. But what's the odds so long as you've saved your life and your fortune." Once more the speaker moistened his dry l ips with the edge of his tongue. "What's the odds, Ned? How can you say that? Think of the poor fellows who have just gone to their long rest. Why, man, every soul aboard the Granite State but myself was lost tonight Martin said nothing He resumed his stool by the fire, refilled his pipe and began to smoke again. "You have a son, I think?" said Martin, in a dogged tone .I "1 have!" cried the captain, his face lighting up with "I'm going up to the lantern," he said, curtly. "Don't mind me, Ned," replied George Porter, cheer fully. "I'm going to try a few hours' sleep ; I'm sadly tuckered out If you'd give me another sip of' that brandy I think it would put fresh life into me. Without a word, Ned Martin brought him another drink. The captain of the ill-fated Granite State drained it, thanked Martin and then turned over as if to compose him self to sleep. The assistant lightkeeper mounted to the gallery and found the light going all right The worst of the gale now seemed to be over, and the fog has cleared away. The full moon occasionally peeped through the flying scud that hid the greater part of the heavens, and painted a fleeting pathway across the troubled waters. Martin returned downstairs After shutting off the foghorn he once more seated himself before the stove. / His gaze rested on George Porter, whose deep and regu lar breathing showed that he was asleep. "So he's made his fortune, has he?" growled the light keeper. "And he wouldn't tell me anything about it. It wouldn't interest me, he said. Wouldn't intere s t me, eh?" He got up and began to pace the room again. Finally he went to the closet and took a stiff glass of brandy . The liquor set his already excited blood on fire, and sent it dancing through his brain -"He won a wife that ought to have been mine, and now he's won a fortune, while I'm as poor as Job's turkey. Some men seem to catch all the luck that's going, while others, as good or better, are left in the lurch. It's unfair!" He strode up and down the room in a nasty frame of mind. "I'd like to see the inside of that pocketbook," he said, stopping suddenly and looking hungrily at the sleeper.


ADRIFT O N THE WORLD Well, what' s to hind er me doin g it? / T he m a n 's asleep. he whi s p e red, husk il y Y et w h y s houl d n t it b e mine? He' ll n e ver know it. He won' t mi s s the pape r for days, prob a b l y a nd b y that Martin approached the unconscious captain and glared time I can be far away fro m h e r e I could s hip for Melbal e fully down at him. bourne or Sidney either from B oston or New Y o r k It is He s tood in an uncertain attitude for several mi n utes, the one chance of my life! Why, the n, s h o uld n o t I g rasp the n h e w ent to the closet and took a second drink, which it? By heave ns, I w ill! s e em e d to nerve him for the p u ; pose he had in view. He hasti l y closed the pock e tbook a nd was about to return Before returni?g to the s leep e r he tip toed u p the i ron it to the b l anket w h e n he was startle d to o bserve the widestair s and looked in at Caleb Calder open eyes o f Geor ge P orte r full upon him. The head keeper was still in a profound slumber "What are y o u doing with m y poc k e tbook Ned Martin? "He's s afe enough," muttered Martin turning around asked the capta in, s tartin g up excite dl y "Would y ou and descending. rob me?" He went direct l y up w George Port er and lme l t besid e "Nobody wa n ts to rob you I was mer e ly lookin g to him see. what you h ad H ere, take back your poc ketbook. I "I wond e r what h e 's done with, it?" he breathed. expected it contained tho u sa nds o f doll ars in ste ad of w hi c h He c au t iou s l y felt through the fold s of the blanket there's but a paltry three hun dre d and with a stra ng e Ah!" h e at last, as his :fingers ciosed on the embarra ssed l augh, h e t ossed the wa ll e t a t the recumb ent coveted a rticl e and s oftly dre w it out. man The s leep e r s tirred and partially turned ove r, but did not "You have somethi n g i n your fing e r s N e d," s aid the a wake c aptain, s ternly M a r tin, after that s li ght shock of alarm, carried the He tore open the pocketboo k and turned to t h e pocke tbook to the s tove, sat down and opened the water la s t c ompartme n t, w hi ch, as h e seemed to s u s pect h e found s oak e d fla p. vacant. The n h e began to go throu g h the book. "Giv e me back that paper he cried, ri s ing t o hi s fe e t H e found a b out t h ree hundr e d dollar s in bills whi c h and l e anin g forward, made a snatc h a t h i s p r ope r ty. accoun ted f o r the s w e ll ed a p pearanc e of the book. "On' one cond i tion o nl y sh all :you h ave it: tha t you "Only $300 he mutte red afte r h e had counted them, s wear t o g ive me a hal f interest in the Gold e n R eef Is gingmly, for t hey w e r e s t uck tog ethe r "What's $300? i t a bar gai n ? exclaimed Martin, eagerly That sure l y i sn't hi s fortun e." "No, it i s not a bargai n. You have n o right to' M k H e put the mon e y back and the n e x amined the oth e r for it. The Golden Reef i s my boy's fortune." c o m partm e nts. "Ne ver!" almost shouted Martin, furio u s l y S in c e you N othing but p ap e rs, h e whi s per ed, hoarsel y "I m ust re fuse to give me half I wil l take the whole The p a per look at th em. P e rh a p s o n e of them will throw li ght on i s in my possession and I w ill keep it. this fort un e h e s p o k e a b out." "You s hall not!" cried George P o r te r t h e excitemen t H e unfolded them, o n e afte r an othe r, an d found t hey of the moment giving strength to his weake n ed body Give r e l ate d t o m e r e ly trivial matt e r s-things t h a t in n o wise m e ba c k tha t paper, you thi ef in te rested him a nd h e put the m all back. The wqrd "thief" struck Mar ti n like a b low. "'Vbat c ould h e have referred t o ?" t h o u ght M a rti n, di s To thi s wa.s added hi s d i sappo i ntment and c h agrin at a p p o intedl y A h th e res a compartme n t I overlooked. th e failure of hi s p l an to ge t away in safe t y with the L e t m e see what that c ont a ins'." pr ecio us documen t. He drew out a discolor e d piece of pap e r His face grew distorted w i t h rage. After drying it as well a.s h e could b y the lamp he unA blind fury, aggravated by the brandy h e had drunk fold e d it and beg an to read the writin g within. seized upon hi s brain, a n d drawing back hi s p onde r o u s fis t It t o ok some p a tien c e for him to disciph e r -it, for it was h e s truck at the c aptain with every o u nce of power i n hi s wr itte n in a cramped, unedu c ated hand, but a s the sens e mu s cular arm. of it unfolded itself to his mind, his eyes s park l ed and he The blow took effect over the un fortunate ma n 's h e art, ran his tongue frequently acros s his lips, like a fami s hed and he dropped l ike a n ox s t ricke n in the s ham bles animal scenting food at a di s tance He la y there bes ide the tabl e i n a jus t as he fell, "A go lden r e e f in the Vi c toria Range, New South Wa les and nev e r mov e d again. the r o c k s alive with g littering qu a rtz the like of which no M artin's anger pa ssed away as he began t o r ealize w h a t man has y e t seen-millions in sight!" he had done 1 Martin fairly gasped. "Dead h e gasped, as h e bent down and f elt of the "And here ar e the p l ain direction s that point the way c aptain' s heart. "And I am h i s murdere r. No, M I did to this n e w El Dorado. How came Porte r to get this? not mean to kill him! I did n ot m ean--" Why the man will become a s econd Monte Cri s to Talk He heard a sound above and hi s quick ea r s told him about luck!" that Oaleb Ca l der was aro used a nd mi ght b e d o wn at any The assi stant lightkeeper glared hungrily at the paper. momen t. "I hc:i:ld a fortune in my hand, and yet i t is no t mine," "He m u stn't b e found h e r e in thi s condition, he


6 ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. breathed, in frantic fear. "I shall be accused of taking his life. .No one saw me bring him in. He shall go back to the waves whenceehe came." Seizing the naked body (}f George Porter in his arnis he bore it to the door, and, stepping outside, flung it into the still boiling sea. Returning rapidly to the room, he grabbed the half-dried garments and then sent ther after their late owner. Closing the door, he found Caleb Calder coming slowly and with some difficulty down the stairs. "Ha, Martin, I thought I heard voices down here," he said, as he reached the fo(}t of the flight. "Of course I must have been mista.ken. No one could reach the reef on such a night as this. Why, man alive, what's the matter with you?" in surprise. "You're as white as a sheet and trembling as with the ague. You haven't seen any of the ghosts of the Manacles, have you?" with a laugh. "Ghosts!" cried Martin, looking fearfully a.round as if he expected to see the accusing spirit of the man he had killed standing near. "Aye, aye, the shades of those who, in years gone by, lost their lives on the reef before this light was put here. rve heard they haunt the rocks on stormy nights, but I never saw them myself as long as I've been here." "No, no!" cried Martin, with feverish energy "I've seen nothing-nothing, I tell you "You needn't shout at me. I can hear you plain enough. 'fhank heaven I'm not deaf yet. But what is the matter with you?" "Nothing," replied the assistant keeper, turning his back on Calder. CHAPTER III. "GRANITE STATE, BOSTON." "Hello, Gip, where bound this morning?" cried the cheery voice .of Dick Porter, aged sixteen, and the smartest boy in Southold village, as everybody said He had come down on the beach for an early morning walk, ancl found his chum, Gip Calder, at the lighthouse landing, evidently preparing to go off somewhilre in his smalf. sailboat. "I'm going out to the Manacles with a message to father. Will you come?" "Sure I'll come," replied Dick, eagerly, for he dearly loved a sai l on the water . "Jump in, then, old man. I'm all ready to push off." Dick, accordingly, leaped into the little boat, and in an other moment she shot away from the small wharf and was dancing over the sun-kissed waves t(}ward the Manacle Light, s i x miles distant. "That was a fierce sou'east gale we had last night, Gip," remarked Dick. "Bet your life it was. See how rough the water still is." "I lay awake half the night w.orrying over it." "How is that?" asked Gip, in some surprise. "Why, I expect my father will arrive any day now, and I hate to think of the Granite State off this coast in such a storm." "Pshaw There isn't much danger these days, with the !ights to guide a vessel into Boston harbor. Why, you're hardly out of sight of one. You sight the Manacle almost as soon as you lose the Nantucket Shoals light, and before the Manacle is below the horizon you catch the white light on the point of the Cape. And so on. Oh, your father isn't in any fear of running ashore for the want of a guide to point out his course." "I should hope not; but, all the same, I've been kind of nervous of late. You see, Gip, 1 had a bad dream the other night about father, and I can't get it out of my mind." "What was it about?" "I thought I saw the Granite State go on the Manacles during a fearful storm, just like l ast night's. Everybody was lost except my father, and I saw him washed right up to the lighthouse steps. "Well," said Gip Oa.lder, much interested, "what else?" "I thought I saw the new lightkeeper, Edward Martin, pull him out of the water and take him into the light house. Then I woke up." "That was a great old dream," grinned Gip. "It was "terribly realistic," said Dick, soberly It was clear the vision had made a deep impression on his mind. "Well, it was only a dream, so what's the odds?" "Dreams sdmetimes come true, Gip," said Dick, earn estly. "That's right, too." "I haven't seen my father in three years. I got a letter from him last week, mailed from Rio Janeiro. He wrote that if all went well he expected to be in Boston about the first week in May. This is the first week in May, so I'm on the lookout for him. He may have got a touch of last ni ght's gale, which probably was felt from Nantucket to Maine." In the course of an hour they arrived at the Manacle Light, and while Gip was talking with his father in the liviIJ.g-room, Dick bounded upstairs to the lantern to take a look out at sea, thinking, perhaps, he might see some vessel bound toward Boston, which his fancy would sug gest was the expected Granite St.ate. Ned Martin, silent and moody, was cleaning the lamps when he sprang into the gallery. The sudden appearance of the boy startled him, and as he recognized the visitor he gazed upon him with fear st ricken eyes. "Back, boy!" he cried, hoarsely. "Don't touch me!" Dick was surprised at this greeting. "I'm not going to touch you, Mr. Martin," replied Dick. "I can move ar?und without interfering with your busi ness." "What brought you up here?" roughly. "I came up to take a look seaward." "What for?"


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. "I' m e x p e cting the arrival of my father any day now, and--" Y o ur fath er!" g asp e d Martin, in an awe-stricken voice. "Why, Mr. Martin, how queer you--" D o n t look at me in th a t way, boy-don't, I tell you!" cri e d Martin, lifting hi s arms as if to shield himself from the l ad. Dic k was mor e and more a s tonished at the assistant l i ghtkee p e r 's beh avio r. Althou g h h e knew the man but s lightly, still Martin had maintain e d a friendly attitude toward him until that mom e nt. Di c k judg e d h e had b e en drinking, and under this im p ression h e d rew a w a y from him and began fo look seawar d wher e he m ad e out the long, low, black hull of a c oast steame r h eaded northward. H e could h e ar Martin mutte rillg to himself behind him as h e r eturn e d to hi s work o n the lamps Di c k r e main e d fifteen minutes in the lantern and ilien returned below, rathe r glad to g e t away from the society o f Mar tin. H e found Gip waiting for him. Let s ta k e a scr a mbl e around on the rocks?' ; proposed hi s c hum. "The t i de i s low, and we may find some strange m ari n e an imal str and e d after last night's s torm Di c k had no o b je ction, s o the two bOy s started out to pi c k the ir way over the bla c k rocks, the lower edges of w hi c h wer e g reen a nd s lim y and dangerous to tread upon. At low t ide the entire Manacl e R e ef was expo sed above the sea level, and it e xtend e d for some little di s tance on eit h e r s ide of the l ig hthouse. The boys wand ered to the left, and it was not long befor e they h a d evid e nce that a ves sel had rec.e ntly been wrecked in t hat v i c in i t y Mu s t have been a good-size d craft by the length of that spar," sai d Gip p o inting to what had once been the yard of a s hip. "Your fathe r sa id nothing about any vessel going ashore h e r e last nig ht, did he?" asked Dick, looking at his friend, attentively. No t a word." "I s houl d think he'd have ]mown something about it if a n y w reck had o c curr e d." Usua lly, yes; but last ni ght dad had one of his rheu rda tic attac ks, an d he says Martin allowed him to sleep clear t h rou g h hi s reg ular wat c h. By the way, you wer e talking of dr e am s some time ago, do you know dad told me he d r eame d las t ni ght that there was a visitor at. the light du ring the sto rm.." A visitor!" "Yes; but it was only a dream, you know. Why, who'd come off to tbe Manacl e s in such a gale, and how would be b e abl e to l a nd i f h e 9-id ?" "That's true." "The funn y thing about it i s this: The dream was so vivid th a t it w o k e p o p up, and for the moment he was ready to swear that h e h ea rd Martin and s omebody else talking in a hig h-pitch e d key. He got up, came out on the landing and listened, but he only heard Martin moving around the room below. He dressed and came down, when he saw Martin coming in at the door. He says the man's face was as white as death. He asked him what was the matter with him, but got only short an s wers Ever s ince the as s istant keeper has been acting s trangely. Pop is afraid he' s going off hi s base." "He acted v e ry queer when I was iii the lantern, where he s cle aning the ramp s a little while ago," replied Dick. "Dad says he told him la s t night that he was sick of the job out here." "I don't wonder at that. It's a lord-forsaken plllce, especially when the weather i s dirty, and it's been more or les s rough ever since the new kee per has been here "That's what it has H e llo! Here s part of a boat. Maybe it's got the name of the vessel on it that was lost last night." Gip scrambled down the s lippery rock s with due caution, to the spot where the after -part of a ship's gig was jammed into a wide crevice. He stepped into it and looked over the s tern, where he e xpected he mi ght find the name painted: He was not mi s taken, but the words he saw there gave him quite a shock. Tho s e word s w e re "Granite State," and he that was the name of the ship hi s chum's father was captain of, and which was daily expected in those waters "We ll," Dick called down to him, "what do you see?" "Nothing an s wered Gip, turning a pale countenance toward his companion "Nothing?" Gip mad e no reply, but slowly picked his way back again to the top of the rocks H e hadn t the h eart to t e ll his friend what he had seen. H e knew such a disclosure would have a terrible effect on Dick. "What's the matter with you, Gip?" a s ked his chum, after they h a d walked some yards away from the wreck of the boat, noticing Calder's abs tracted mann e r. "Matter!" said Gip forcing a laugh. "Why, what should be the matter with me? ? "I give it up, "answered Dick. "You should know best." "Oh, there's nothing the matter with me. I was just thinking." ''I suppo s e it's none of my business what you were thinking about, eh?" "I was wondering if any poor fellows came ashore in that boat, that's all." "Oh! If they did, I'm afraid they went to the bottom." Gip didn't answ e r, but turned his attention to the sea. While thus en g ag e d he heard a wild cry from his chum, who had gone on ahead Turning quickly, he saw Dick bending down among the rocks. He rushed to his side. "Look! Look!" cried Dick, in a heartbroken voice, as with a white face he pointed to a crevice in the rocks.


8 ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. \ ----__ ,_ _______ Gip looked and saw. what had wrung that outcry from his churn's lips. "Oh, Gip !" he cried "You saw her name o n that boat and you would not tell me. A ship's life-preserver stared him in the face, and painted upon the fiat were the words: "Granite State, Boston." "Well, what was the use of t e lling you? It would only have made you feel bad. Besides, the boat might have been washed overboard in the gale, mightn't it, father?" "Such things often happen," agreed old man Calder, who saw how matters stood. CHAPTER IV. 1 "But the life-preserver, and the spars, and other wreck-age No, no; I dreamed she was lost, and my dream has DICK LEARNS THE TRUTH AT LAST. come true!" cried Dick, in a paroxysm of grief. "Don't jump to a conclusion too quick, my lad," said "Oh, Gip I Gip!" cried Dick, bursting into tears. "The Caleb, soothing ly. "Your father's vessel is not the only one Granite State-my father's ship-do you think she is lost? sailing these seas What did you say was the name of his And my father, too? 'Oh, what shall I do?" ship?" "Don't give way, Dick," said hi s chum, sympathetically. "The Granite State." "That's not the best evidence in the world. Some poor fel-"And is she due in this ?" low may have fallen overboard and that life-preserver was "Yes, sir." thrown to him." "How can you tell that to a certainty?" "Do you think so, Gip?" exclaimed Dick, looking up, "I received a letter from father, three days ago, aI}d he with a gleam of hope in his eyes. "Do you really think said his vessel ought to arrive in Boston durin'g the first so?" week in May." But Gip Calder did not really think so, though he pre-"And you say a life-preserver and a boat with her name tended that he did. on them came ashore on these rocks?" If he had not seen the wreck of the gig with the ship's Both boys nodded name on it he might have had strong doubts on the subject. Caleb privately thought the matter looked serious, but he "No, no, Gip!" cried Dick, presently, as his eyes rested did not say so on many evidences of a marine disaster, which he could see "Strange that Martin made no mention of having seen strewn at haphazard abo,ut the rocks. "A vessel must have any wreckage about the light," he said, thoughtfully. "He's been wrecked on these :rocks last night. We passed a big up in the gallery, isn't he?" spar and part of a ship's boat, and, look yonder, all along "Yes, father-cleaning the lamps," answered Gip. there. More spars and cordage and bits of cargo. Oh, God, "Run up and tell him I want to see him." my dream It has come to pass. The Granite State i s Gip sped away upstairs on his errand lo st, .a.nd I shall never see my father any more." In a few minutes he returned and soon after Martin The poor boy wept bitterly. came slowly and reluctantly down to the "But jYOU dreamed that your father was s aved, didn't "There was a wreck on the reef last night, Martin," said you?" Caleb. "Do you know anything about it?" "Yes, the new li ghtkeeper But we've been at "Who says there was?" demanded the assista,nt keeper, the light, and no one knows even of the wreck there." hoarsely . ."Surely Martin must have seen this wreckage from the "These boys have seen mts of evidence. on the rocks. lantern," replied Gip. "Come, we will go back and see my I've noticed you've been outside several times this morning. father, and tell him what we have How is it that you did not report the matter to me?" He led Dick back to the lighthouse and into the presence "I haven't seen anything," replied Martin, doggedly. of Caleb Calder, who was still unable to do more than "Why, there's a big spar not a dozen feet away from the limp about. door," said Gip. "You ought to have seen that." "Father," sai d Gip, "did you know there was a wreck Martin favored him with an ugly look. on the reef last night?" "Well, I didn't see it, he replied, angrily. "A wreck on the reef!" ejaculated the head keeper, in a "Didn't you look out from the lantern?" persisted Gip. startled tone. "You don't mean it!" "No, I didn't." "I do. There are a dozen evidences of such a thing, and "Was there a fog last night, Martin?" Dick here thinks it was his father's sl}ip, the Granite State, "A dense og, father," put in his son, quickly. which was lost." "Did you k eep th e horn going?" asked Caleb, looking "Why?" :fixedly at his assistant. "Because he found a life-pre server with her name on it, "I did," replied the man, surlily. and I saw the name on a broken boat---" "I see you had a blanket down here. Did you go to He stopped suddenly, for he had unconsciously let slip sleep without waking me?" s everely. what he had not meant should pass his lips before his chum. "No, I didn't." But the damage was done, for Dick caught his words, "But the blank et?" turned white and looked as if he was going to fall. "I brought it down because I was cold."


A DRIFT O N THE WORLD 9 "Cold!" cried Caleb, in surprise. "Why, that sto ve keeps the room as warm as toast." Martin chafed under this cross examination, and looked as black as a thunder-gust "You didn't hear anything during the night that would lead you to suppose a vessel went ashore on these rocks?" "No. "Well, the matter is bound to be investigated as soon as word gets around that a craft was wrecked on the Manacles You are sure nothing went wrong with the light al l night? It was your duty to watch it. "The light was all right and the horn was al l right. If any vessel came ashore .it wasn't our fault The fog was the thickest I ever saw." "That is all, Martin. You may expect to be re-examined by the inspector in due time Caleb Cal der wrote out a report of the circumstances and bade his son take it ashore and mail it to the chief inspector of that district .As there was nothing more to detain them o n the Manacles, they put off for the Cape When half way to sho re, Gip noticed somethi n g ):Jobbing about in the water. "Take the boat-hook and pick that up," he said to his companion, who had been sitti n g silent an d di stressed ever since they left the light. Dick did so. The flotsam proved to be a fine pea jacket From one of the inside pockets Gip pulled a small ?acket of letters Dick, looking over his shou l der, gave a cry of r e n e wed grief. "Thos e are my letters to father," and he grabbed them out of his chum's fingers "This must be father's coat He is dead! I know now he is sure l y dead." He gave away to a paroxysm of grief Gip watched him in silent compassion There was nothing he could do to comfort his friend, for further examination of the jacket proved beyond a d oubt that the article had been the property of Captai n George Porter. Gip was glad when the sailboat final l y made her landing, and they stepped on shore. As they approached the village they noticed a crowd around a ship chand l ery store. "I wonder what's goi ng on here?" said Gip, with boyish curiosity Dick felt too downcast to have any curiosity on the subject. "I don't think I remember many worse storms than that of last night, Gip heard a big seafaring man remark on the e'dge of the crowd. "That's right, Jacobs," answered the man beslde him. "There 'll be many a widow and orphan that'll have cause to remember it." "I know one who w ill/' said a third m an. "You mean--" "Hu s h I sa id t he other gripping hi s arm. "Here he comes now." Severa l of t h e m e n turne d a round and look e d at Dick. "He's heard t h e news," w hi s p er ed Jacob s "Loo k at his face " Wh at's goin g o n i n s id e ?" a s ked Gip at this moment Why, don t y ou know?" a s k e d Jacobs in some surprise. "No, or I s houldn't have a s ked you." "And doesn't h e kno w either?" whi s pering hoarsel y in Gip's e ar. "Know what?" T he me n l ooke d awkward and their eyes twinkled strange l y "Come h e r e c ried Jacobs, dragging Gip aside. "Cap'n Porter's body was f o und al o ng the shore thi s morning, and they've b r ou g h t it in h e r e." For a moment y ou mi ght have kno cked Gip down with a feather I s that a fact?" h e a s k e d with a lump in his throat "It is," rep lied Jaco b s solemnly. P oor D ick. Thi s will be the la s t s traw." "Doesn t h e know?" asked the s eaman. "I thought by his face" "He more t han s u s p ects," r e plied Gip. "We've just come from the M an acles, w h e r e we've seen e vid e n ces o f the wreck of Cap'n Por ter's s hip--a lif e -preserv e r and a boat from the Gran i te State, a nd an y a.mount of wreck age Then, on the way across, w e picked the cap 'n's p e a-ja c ket out of the water "That's a strange part of it. The cap n came a s hore stark n aked "He did?" "Yes It doesn t seem natural for his bod y has scarcel y a bruise which shows he couldn't have been to ssed upon the rocks " I haven't th e heart to br e ak the new s to Dick said Gip "He'll have to be told soone r or later. He might a s well know it now." So Jacobs under took the d e licate office, and a few min utes la ter D ick, convulsed with grief was kneeling beside his dead father's bod y Everybody i n the littl e v ill age o f Southo ld kn e w Dick and mos t of them h ad known C aptain P orte r who, eig h teen year s whe n secon d mate of th e bark Cohas s et h ad wooed a n d w o n pretty N e lli e W e ntw orth, dau g hter o f old John Wentwort h c o ast p i lot since d ea d and g one to his last res t in the c hllr chya r d, c onsequ ently e v e r y o n e did all they coul d to conso l e the manly y oung lad for the great loss he ha d s u s tain ed. Three days l ater ,they ga ther e d s olemnl y around a grave dug beside that of t he cap t ai n 's wife, an d w a tc h e d th e coffin as it was l owered, an d the s od s a s they were h e ap e d in upo n it w h e n t he last prayer had been s aid by the minister. .And when the mound had been raised and the sexton's


-1'.) ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. assistant drew away, Dick threw himself upon it, and, I to a. lodging-house to which he had been recommended by cho king with gri e f, remained till long aft e r the last of a storekeeper in Southold, and left bis trunk. the onlookers had departed for their homes. He took dinner at a nearby restaurant and then set CHAPTER SHANGHAIED. "So you're really going to leave the village, Dick?" asked Gip Calder, a few days after the funeral of Captain P orter Dick had been stopping with the Calders since the day o f the funeral. out for the offices of Capstan & Flint, ship owners and merchants, to whom the unfortunate Granite State had belonged The loss of the ship had already been confirmed, and they had notified the marine insurance company in which they held policies on ship and a part of the cargo. Mr Capstan received Dick in bis private office and politely expressed to the boy the regrets of the firm that so excellent a master as Captain Porter bad been lost with his ship. "It is a sad commentary on life to think that the Granite State, after weathering the perils of a long voyage from Australia, should be lost, with all hand s almo s t in sightof her port of destination,'' remarked the shipown e r. "Yes The loss of the Granite State and my father's death has cast me adrift on the world, and I must do some thi n g to earn my own living now. "But I thought your father was fairly well off?" Mr. Capstan said he would pay over to Dick tlw amount the firm owed his father. for services rendered to date. "He was, but whatever he had went down in the ship." "But if he owned an interest in the ship the insur ance---'' "He did not own an interest in the vessel. Whatever money he had he took to Australia for the purpose of mak i ng an investment in certain goods he intended to introduce i nto this country." "We ll did he?" "He did "Then, surely, the goods were insured." "I have no evidence of the fact." "You ought to write to or i:;ee the owners of the Granite Stat e Perhaps they can tell you something." "I mean to call on them: I am going to start for Boston to morrow morning." "So soon as that?" asked Gip, who felt awful sorry to part. from his chum "Yes No good can come of delay I've got to face the world, and I might as well begin at once." "What doyou. think of doing?" "I don't know," replied Dick. "Circumstances will.have to decide the matter." "Well, you'll write to me, old man, won't you?" "Write to you, Gip? Why, of course I will. And you'll let me hear from you, too." "Well, I guess. We're not going back on each othoc . even if you are in Boston and I'm on Cape Cod." "'I'hat's right. We've been ch11ms for and chums we'll remain, I hope, as long as we live The two boys clasped hands and swore everlasting friend ship. Next morning Dick left Southold for Boston, followed by the good wishes of all in the village, and as he stepped aboard the train which was to carry him to North Har-. wich where he was to connect with the main line for the capital of the State, he little dreamed of the thrilling ad ventures through which he was fated to pass ere his eyes again lighted upon his native village by the sea. On his arrival in Boston, Dick Porter repaired at once Then the boy asked him if he knew anything about a portion of the cargo in which his father had written him that he had an interest Yes, Mr. Capstan knew about it, as it was written down in the manifest;whicb had been forwarded by mail before the ship left Melbourne Then Dick wished to know if it had been insured. No, unfortunately, it had not-the Granite State had been a lucky ship up to the moment she had met her fate on the Manacle Reef, and Captain Porter did not think it necessary to insure his venture. "It was a grave0mistake, and hits you hard, Master Por ter, but we all make mistakes one time or another, and your father was not an exception to the rule. If we can do for you, for the sake of your father, you may command us." Dick thanked him and, after receiving the money due his father, took his leave. Next morning he put the money in a savings bank, and then started out to hunt for employment. He was not successful in getting anything to do such as he felt he would like to turn his hand to. The second day was like the first, the third like the sec ond, and finally a full week elapsed and s till Dick tramped the streets of Boston looking for a position that, like the will o' the-wisp, always evaded him. On the afternoon of the eighth day since his arrival in the city, Dick, tired and a bit dispirited, found him s elf in the neighborhood of the docks A whiff of the sea breeze blowing up the harbor ,recalled thoughts of Southold and the seafaring men of that old village, and for the first time the boy experienced a feeling of home-sickness. Mechanically he walked c1own on one of the wharves, and finally sat upon a stringpiece close by a big British ship that was unloading chests of tea. She had only hauled into the dock the day before, and she still had about her all the flavor of a long trip from the Orient, across some thousands of miles of salty seas.


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. 11 Dick had b e en watching the stevedores at their work for p erha p s a good tw e nty minutes, whe n a tall, gaunt man of the sea farin g type, whose skin was tanned the color of dark l e ath e r edged toward him, and aft e r looking the boy over with his bla ck, beady eyes, suddenly addressed him. "Want to g o to s ea, my lad, on one of the best ships that ever l eft Bos ton harbor? She's the William Penn, Cap'n Obediah Simpson, and as stanch a craft as ever floated. Bound for C h ina ports with a mixed cargo, and 'll bring ye back with a load of tea like what ye are lookin' at. "I'm not going to sea," answered Dick, drawing back, for he did not lik e the looks of the man much "I'm looking for work on land "Ye are thro win' y our s elf away," s aid the man with the bead y eyes, with a g e sture that meant a great deal. "Why, ye are cut out for a sailor, I can see that with half an eye. B ette r s hip my lad, in the William Penn It's a c h ance that don t come to every lad, not by a long shot." "I don t car e to be a sailor," replied Dick, in a decided ton e turning away and walking down to. the end of the wharf to watch a t gang of men warp another craft into her b e rth. The man with the beady eyes kept him in sight, however, and pre sentl y made a signat to a pal, who was lounging on the oppos it e s ide of the dock. The f ellow join e d him and the party who had addressed Di c k point e d the boy out to the other ':\nan, and the n the pair s aunt e red down the wharf after Dick. k ept aloof in the background while the boy was wat c hing the docking of the vessel with interested eyes, and they followed him when he w ent up the wharf toward the street. Dick was feeling not only tired but very h u ngry H e was a cons id e rable distance from his lodgings, so when l're saw a re s taurant at the head of the wharf he de cid e d to have hi s supper before going any further. Th e beady eyes of the seafaring man twinkled with satis faction wh e n he noticed Dick enter the eating house He held a confer e nce with his companion, and present l y that i.Ildividual enter e d the restaurant and stopped at the s mall count e r near the door, behind which stood a short, thi ck-set and unplea s ant-featured man, who appeared to be the propri e tor. The men nodded to each other, as if acqu ainted, and then en g a ged in a low conversation, during which the f e llow who had come in furtively pointed ou t Dick P orter to the re s taurant man Some a g r e ement was reached between them, an d the fri e nd of the bead y -eye d man left the place and joined his c ompanion out s ide, the two going off somewhere together Th e pro pri e tor of the re s taurant drew the coffee. that w as furni s h e d to the cus tomer s the urn b e ing at the corner of t h e c ount e r, and on this occasion he took a particular inte rest in th e cup of cheap Mocha and Java he sent by a waiter to the boy. Di c k had ord e red a steak, fried potatoes, rice pudding and coffee, and when the mea l was served to him he found the quantity all right, but the quality much below the average; but to a hungry boy, after a day of tramping, it tasted sweet and appetizing, and he the plates After he had finished he took up an evening paper t h e waiter brought him and began to read The words soon began to dance before his eyes, hi s eye l ids seemed heavy, a n d t h e benumbing sense o f s leep sto l e \ over him. He tried to arouse himself, wondering what was the matter, but found it impossible to throw off the stup o r He rose to leave the p lace, but his eyelids seemed de termined to close in spite of his most determi ned efforts to keep them open. The power of feeling, and al l sensation, seemed to desert him, and he fell back i n his chair, unconscious The proprietor, who liJld kept his eyes on him at inte r va l s came down the narrow room and shook h im, a s kin g him what was the matter, and, getting no res,Ponse, a p peared for a moment undec ided what to d o with him. This byplay was evidently for the benefit o f the few c u stomers in the place he called his two waiters and o r dere d t hem to carry the boy to a cot in the basement un ti l he r e covered his senses That closed the incident, apparent ly. Darkness came on, thehours passed slowl y away and Di c k slept on, a du ll slugg i sh s leep, in the b asemen t under the restaurant The proprietor visited h im about ten o'clock, an d aga in at midnight, and each time found him in the sam e con di tion, which circ u mstance seemed to afford him n o surp rise. About one o'clock a che'tl.p cab stopped in front of the re s taurant door, for it was an all night establishment, an d the man With the beady eyes and his companio n got out and entered the eating-house They had a brief conversation with the prop r ieto r some money was passed to him and then all three wen t to the cellar, where Dick still lay, unconscious. The boy was carr ied to the cab outside by t he cr i m p an d his associate, and the p arty d rove off to a boat -l and i ng, n o t very far away. Dick Porter was deposited i:o. the boat, the cab dismissed, and then the two men took u p the oars and p u shed out from the wharf i nto the bay. CHAPT E R VI. O N BOARD THE WILLIAM: P ENN. It was still ear l y in the m o rning, the 1 5th of 1;.[ay, that the full rigged ship William Penn passed o u t o f B ost on harbor, pas t the lighthouse, and with all sails spr ead to a lively breeze, laid her course southeasterly toward the Cape Verde Is l ands on the l ong route past Ascen s ion past St. Helena, to the Cape of Good Hope As the first streaks of dawn were seen in the ea s t, two men came down in the for ecastle


1 2 ADRIFT ON '.rRE WORLD. The .first was the chief mate and the other was the second mate. They came down to arouse three or four of the crew who had been brought aboard in a helplesa condition. 'l'hey stepped up to one pf the bunks and seizing the occupant by the shoulder, shook him roughly "Hello!" exclaimed the first mate. "This is one of our old hands, Bob Rafter, and as dead as a log -yet." "Yes," replied his companion, with a chuckle, "and if he knows when he's well off he'll stay that way as long as he can." The two officers let the man lie and proceeded to the next, whom they found partly conscious. They yanked him out of the bunk and ordered him on deck. The man pulled himself together and staggered up the ladder. The third man they treated after the same fashion, and then came to the last, who proved to be a good looking, curly-headed boy, who looked rather out of place in that evil-smelling hole. "Who's this?" asked the chief mate, pulling the blankets otf the boy, who lay all huddled up in his shore togs, just as he had been bundled into the bunk. "'l'his is a young cha.p whom Dan McCrasy, the crimp, shipped as an ordinary seaman, but he looks as if he didn't know a marlin spike from the spanker boom." greenhorn, eh?" replied the first mate, with an un pieasant laugh. "Well, he's brought his pigs to a fine market. I _pity him, upon my word. If the cap'n doesn't haze him it'll be because he's changed since last voyage. Let him lie a spell." "Ile's coming to his senses. Better rouse him up,'' and the speaker shook the boy in no gentle way. The lad opened his eyes and looked about him in a dazed way. "Where am I?" he asked, wonderingly, as he sat up. "IYhere are you, you young sea-cook? Why, aboard the William Penn, bound for the Cape and Calcutta." "Aboard the William Penn?" gasped Dick Porter, for it was indeed our hero who had been thus unceremoniously a r oused to the realities of a new and undesirable experience. you lubber And now that you're awake just tumble up on deck in short order." "But I don't understand--" began the bewildered boy. "Who cares whether you understand or not!" cried the chief mate, with an oath, giving the lad a cuff that stretched him upon the floor. "Get on deck or I'll take a rope's end to you, d'ye hear?" Dick, hardly kn.owing whether all this was a dream or the grim reality, hastened to get out of the reach of the brutal mate, and the only way he could do this was to climb up the' ladder. "Now, then, look alive!" said the second mate, who had followed him up. "Take hold of that swab and help wash down deck." He gave the boy a shove to\vard one of the articles in I question, and Dick .fell up again s t a s eaman who held a hos e in his hand. Fortunately for Dick thi s man was a decent sort of sailor. He saw right away that the boy was a greenhorn, and felt sorry for him. "Take off your shoes and stockings, my lad, and roll up your trouser s then take hold and do as the o thers are doing," he said, in a low tone. Dick, realizing that the easiest way was the best under the circumstances, though he could not understand how he came to be aboard of the ship, obeyed, and was soon industriou s ly engaged hauling the flat, holy stone about on the vessel's deck. As soon as the deck was washed down the captain stepped to the 9reak of the poop and in a stentorian voice ordered the men aft. Dick followed with the rest, and he soon had an oppor tunity to judge what sort of a man the master of the William Penn was. "Look here, you fellows, I'm a man of few words, but what I say is always to the p'int. We've shipped together for a long v'yage, and whether or not it's to be a pleasant one depends entirely upon yourselves. Obey is the word with me, without black looks or any hanging back. If you don't understand me you will, every mother's son of you, before you're forty-eight hours older. This gentleman," pointing to his chief officer, "Mr. Brill, is my first mate, and that one there, Mr. Lampe, is my second mate : I'm the cap'n, and .when you've taken a good look at me, go for'rd. Mr. Brm, divide them into watches After that ceremony had been gone through with, break fast was served to the crew. The sailor who had spoken to Dick, and whose name was Joe ]'owler, took the boy under his wing and asked him how he came to ship before the mast on the William Penn. Dick declared he was ignorant of having done so. '"The last thing I remember was eating supper in a restaurant at the head of one of the Boston docks." "It's clear you mu s t have been hocussed. You've been shanghaied, my lad, and I'm sorry for you. What's your name?" "Dick Porter. My father was captain of the Granite State, and was lost with his ship on the Manacles, nearly two weeks ago." "You're havin' hard luck so early in life. You'll have to make the best of it. You can't expect any redres s, for nobody cares for a sailor." I don't know much about a ship. I can be of very little use here," protested Dick. "You'll learn, and the best way to do it is to take hold lively and show that you're willin', otherwise it will be beaten into you. Take my advice, my lad, s ay nothin' and saw wood. I'll help you all I can. The cap'n of this vessel doesn't stand any foolin'. His name is Simpson, and his reputation with the men ain't none of the best. H e' s got the eye of a hawk, and would just as soon ahy a be-


ADRIF'l ON THE WORLD. 11 layin' pin at your head as look at you. Keep shy of him, for he has no stomach for a greeny." Later on the second mate took Dick in hand and rigged him out from the slop. chest; that is, furnished him with a kit of sailor clothing, which included bedding for his bunk and other articles necessary to a sailor The experience that Dick Porter entered on at this time was a hard and bitter one, and he soon learn ed some of the dreadful hardships of a sailor's life. Before long the crew began to regard Captain Simpson with mortal terror. His whole aim seemed to be to make life miserable for them. The decks had to be scrubbed. down each and every piece of metal had to be scoured and polished till it shone. None of the sailors were at ease, on watch or off. They were always expecting to see the captain come strid ing forward with useless orders and curses on his lips. The favoring wind enabled the vessel to hold on. her steady, southeast course, and she soon entered the low lati tudes, where the air was warm, and the summer seemed to have come in spring The William Penn was unusually fortunate, for when she reached the tropics she caught a slant of wind which carried her over the line and clear into the trade winds, and she thenceforward had a smart run of it to Cape Town, where the captain put in for twenty-four hours. From the Cape of Good Hope she laid her course east and then north by east, to 1un through the Mozambique Channel, which lies between the eastern coast of Africa and the isla nd of Madagascar. She ran into a terrible storm 200 miles or so south of the island and was driven well out into the Indian Ocean. As soon as the captain was able to ascertain his position, he headed almost due north toward Calcutta. The disarrangement of his plans, coupled with unavoid able loss of time, which the storm had brought about, made the skipper's disposition more crooked than ever before. He took to drinking heavily, and when he came upon deck he found fault with everything and everybody, from the chief mate down to Dick Porter, who led a dog's life of it, and could scarcely call his soul his own. One particular habit of the captain was peeking and prying about at all times of the day and night, to try and catch his people off their guard, and when he was success ful at thi s game there was something doing all right. Of course, it's the rule that the master of the ship does not come forward at all, unless there's some great trouble, the mates manage that pru:t of the ship; but Captain Simp son made a practice of continually breaking this rule. One morning Dick and Joe Fowler, who had taken a great liking to the bright lad, and was fast putting him wise to all the points of seamanship that came within his line of duty, were talking together in the waist of the ship. A short time b e fore the man who had been relieved at the wheel had come forward and reported that the captain had gone below, three-quarters drunk. Fowler, believing the master was good for an hour at least in the cabin, had taken advantage of :fue circumstance, and of the fact that the second mate who was on duty was busily employed on the poop, to stop Dick and have a few minutes' talk with him. The boy was only too glad to listen to him. "Take him for all in all, Cap'n Simpson is the worse man I ever sailed under," said Fowler, after they had been con versing about ten minutes, without noticing what was going on around them. "It's a horrible life he's givin' us, and I wish I mightn't see him again all the voyage." At that the speaker, happening to cast his eyes around, saw the captain standing in the shadow of the foremast, and he uttered an involuntary cry of alann. Dick looked up and saw the c:aptain, too. A chill came over him, for the master, grasping a hand spike, was glowering upon them like a fiend, and savagely' enjoying the anticipation of the trouble that was about to . follow;. \ CHAPTER VII CAST ADRIFT. "Ah! I've caught yo.u at it, have I?". snarled Captain Simpson. "Calling me names behind my back, are you, Fowler?" "I didn't knof" sir, that---" began the sailor, in some trepidation. "Of tourse you. didn't know I was about," with a nasty laugh. "Thought I was in tl;ie cabin, you? But I'll fix you, my man, and that little monkey alongside you." Dick, at first almost paralyzed with terror, concluded to get out of sight of the irate skipper before he shied the hand-spike at his head, as he was liable to do, and fled across the deck just as the captain rushed at them. He paused a dozen feet away and looked back. Fowler lay stretched out, motionless, upon the planks, a stream of blood :flowing from his head, while the captain stood above him with the weapon in his hand with which he had felled the unfortunate seaman In another moment Captain Simpson walked away and entered his cabin, l eaving three of the morning watch to look after the stricken man. Dick ran back and lifted Fowler's head in his arms, for he had grown very fond of the man, whose kindness had been the only comfort he had enjoyed since he had been aboard the ship. "How did it happen?" asked one of the sai lor s as the rest of the watch gathered about only just in time to see Fowler give a gasp and breathe his l ast. "Look!" cried Dick, in a tone of combined sorrow and anger. "Look at the captain's work He struck him with the hand-spike, and now he's dead !" A death-like silence fell on the group as they gazed down on the dead man.


14 ADRIFT ON 'l'HE WORLD. Perhaps they were asking themselves who would be the next victim of the master's brutality. He turned to the chief mate, who stood near, but the man's face was cold and impen e trable. The body of Joe Fowler was carried to his bunk in the forecastle and covered up, and those of the watch below who were awake were told of the tragedy. A feeling of gloom pervaded the ship forward of the mainmast, and the mates themselves were not altogether easy in their minds. The general feeling among the sailors was that the fiend was let loose in Captain Simpson-the fiend of rum and wickedness, and none of their lives were safe. The captain did not reappear on deck until after dinner had been served in the cabin. Then he came out in the waist, and, after pacing the deck for several minut .es, he suddenly gave 9rders to heave the vessel to. This astonishing order was immediately obeyed, although no man could fathom the meaning of it. The sky to the windward looked squally and threatening, but whether the weather conditions would develop a gale no one could say, as the barometer showed no tendency to drop. The next order, to lower a boat and bring it around to the gangway, was even more mystifying than the other. As soon as it had been carried out, Captain Simpson sent for the steward. "Fetch a breaker of water and three days' cooked rations on deck," ordered the skipper. The steward wonderingly obeyed the directions. "Here you, Edwards," to a sailor, "put that stuff into the boat." It was done. "Where is that young scoundrel, Porter?" demanded the master, looking around. Dick, who, with the rest of the crew, had been watching the singular proceedings, stepped forward. "Oh, there you are, eh?" with a grin of malice. "I s'pose you thought I'd forgotten all about you?" His face was now ablaze with pflssion, and disfigured with streaks of brandy. "I'll you to talk about me, you young scoundrel!" he cried, with a volley of profanity . "I made an example of Fowler, and I'm going to make another of you! We'll find out who's captain!" Dick looked at the captain with a strange sensation of dismay. What punishment was about to be dealt out to him? He was not kept long in doubt. "Now, you mutinous young dog!" exclaimed Captain Simpson, pointing at the open sea. "Down with you into that boat!" "Are you going?" roared the skipper, furiously, making a move as if he meant to strike the boy. "May heaven forgive you and me!" said Dick, look ing him full in the face. "Good-by, all of you I" waving his hand to the men, who seemed at last to be waking up to the cruelty of the situation. "Remember this day when you reach Calcutta." He turned to the gangway, slid down the rope ladder which hung over the boat, and as the captain cast off the rope which held the frail craft to the ship, he sat down in the sternsheets and watched the distance gradually widen between himself and the William Penn. Then came the creaking of ropes and pulleys as the yards were braced arolmd once more, and the sail catching the wind the big ship drew away from him, leaving him alone and helpless upon the heaving bosom of the wide Indian Ocean. CHAPTER VIII. AUSTRALIA. Dick Porter gazed after the receding ship until his eye balls ached. Then he looked to the windward and noted with some relief that the dark look in the heavens in that direct.ion appeared to be passing away to the south. The little boat rose and ell on the long, heavy swell of the ocean. He noted the oars in the boat with no satisfaction. Of what use were they to him, hundreds of miles away from the nearest land ? Whenhe turned his eyes again on the William Pl:)lln she was scarcely more than a speck on the horizon. "I'm afraid this is my finish," thought Dick, mournfully. "My only show is that some vessel will come this way close enough to make me out. I'm a pretty small object to be seen by eyes not on the lookout for such a speck as I. It is a mere matter of luck, with the chances all against me. Well, what's the use of kicking? I'm up agaillst it hard, and that's all there is to it." He covered his head with a bit of sail from the heat of the scorching, tropical sun, and by degrees dozed off to sleep, letting the boat take its course. It was four in the afternoon when he awoke again to the realization of his terrible situation. "You can't mean to send me adrift in that cockleshell, with a storm coming up!" cried Dick, aghast at the pros pect. His mouth was dry and parched, and the first thing he did was to uncork the breaker and take a drink of water. I Then he looked around him rather indifferently, for be "Down with you, d'ye hear! Or I'll serve you fis I did Fowler awhile back. Down with you, and don't let me hear another word out of you!" !i'he boy looked around into the faces of his shipmates, but not one made a. move to interfere in his behalf. did not expect to see anything afloat on this wild waste of ocean. An object in the near distance,, suddenly at tracted his earne,c:;t notice. One long look and then he gave a shout of joy.


ADIUFT THE WORLD 15 A big ship, under all sail, was bearing directly down upon him, and she was rww scarcely more than a mi l e away. He watched he r approach, with fascinated eyes and a thrill which penerated his entire body At length she was so close that he felt s ure t hat some one on board mus t soon n otice him. He jumped to his feet, shouted at the to p o f h is voice and waved one of the oars in the air He was seen, for h e saw the yards swin g so as to bring t he vessel to H e s eized his oar s a n d began to r o w towards h er w ith all hi s strength. Looking over his shou l der as he d rew n ea r he saw a n umber of persons on the q u arter deck, among whom we r e several. l adies, gathered at the rai l looking toward him He cou l d a lso see the heads of some of the crew lining t he b u lwarks As he came up t o theship's side a rope was tossed t o hi m, which he made fast to the bow of the boat and the n, with the agility of a sailor, he went up the s ide, hand over hand, until he touched tbe gangway and stepped o n deck, where he was greeted by the chief mate of the ship. "You don't look as if you'd been l ong afloat, young man," said the rnate, scanning him from top to toe "I haven't, thank goodnes s," replied D ick But if t his ship come along just as she did, Lord knows wha t would have been the end of my cruise." "Well, you can make your explanations to the cap'n, who's on the after deck," said the officer. "Follow me." And while he was ma.king his way toward the g;roup of interested peop l e on the upper deck, the sma ll boa.t was hoisted on board, the yards braced again to t h e wind, an d the ship res u med her course to the southeast . The mate having inquired his name, presented D ick to the captain He was a thi ck -set hea r tylooki ng E n g l ishma n o f a florid complexion, well tanned by exposure to the s u n and weather altogether a different kind o f person from the skipper of the William Penn. Dick's explanation of how he came to be placed i n such situation was listened to by the captain and mate with indignation, and by the half a dozen passe n gers gath ered about them with a l most incredulous amazemen t. Captain Simpson's conduct was regarded with horror and disgust, and the addit i onal fact that the lad had been shanghaied from Boston and forced to u ndergo a ll the hardships of a greeny a gains t hi s incl i nations, enl i sted the sympathy of the passengers particular l y Dick was made welcome on board the vesse l which he found was the British ship Saracen, from L ondon to Mel bourne, via the Mediterranean and the S uez Canal. In return, he offe red to make himself genera.Uy usefu l on board until t h e ship arrived at her port of destination, and the captain accepted his services agent, and wife ; and Char les W i ng ford, who came out with the idea of going i nto sheep r a i si n g The m an l y youn g A m er i can cre at e d a favorable impres sion among them, and esp ecia ll y intere s ted Mis s Edith Gresham, w hose g race an d v ivaci ty quit e c apti v at e d the boy. They sympathized w ith h i m in the recent loss of his father, and cont ribute d a pu rse in which the officers of the ship joined, i n orde r that h e mi ght not be absolutely pen niless when h e arrived i n a s tran g e land so many thousands of miles away from h is native country Dick was not sent forwa r d to do du ty b e fore the mast, but b u nked and ate with the boatsw a in, ship s carpenter and other sub or d in a tes, and hi s service s were confined to waiting on the ship's officer s an d passengers Before the end o f the first week Di c k had become a great farnrite in t he cabin, a nd h i s societ y was monopolized by the passengers the ladies especially, when he was not on duty He and Edith Gres ham beca me great friends, and seemed never so happy as when i n each o t h er's c o m pan y One morning a coupl e of weeks l a t e r a s the passen gers were r i sing from the b reakfast-table the cr y o f "land !" rang out from the mas thead the s_ound was a welcom e one to all on board All in the cabi n rus h e d u p on d e ck, lining the lee rail to catc h their first view o f A u s t r alia. And yet t he cause o f all t h i s commotion was only a mere speck o f white cliff, the breake r s d a s hing a g ain s t it, only to be observed by the a i d of a powerful t e lescope ; but the n it was l and at l ast the evi denq_e of the tedious voyag e being over In an hou r or two Dick join e d his new friends on the deck and was instant l y appro pria te d b y Miss. Edith. They went to the ra il to watc h t he di stant shor e which was becoming each moment mor e p e rceptible to the naked eye. The rugged rocks, the prime val forests stret c hing far away into the distance, grew into f orm b e n eath their gaze. "And what sha ll you do, Di ck, w h e n y ou land in Mel bourne?" asked Edith, wit h eage r inte rest and a bit w i st fully. \ "I rea ll y don' t know what I shall do, Mis s Edith," he an s wered, laughing l y "Then you haven't any pl a ns at all?" "Not a sing l e one as yet. "Then why don t you come into the country with us," she cr i ed, eage rl y "Papa and mam ma will be deli ghte d to have you go a l ong P apa is goin g into the c attle r aising business, you know, and I am s ur e y ou would lot s to interest J'OU i n the bus h a s it is called. I do so wish you would come," she sa i d, e arnestly. "Do you rea ll y M iss Edith? The passengers were Edwar d G r esham, wife an d daugh ter Edith a lovel y little fai r-h ai r ed miss of fifteen; George H o skins, a ci v il engineer; Samu e l Rowe, a commercia l l "Indeed I do. I wish you woul dn't always call me Miss Edith. Tust call me Edith. It w ould seem ever so much more nat ural." "Certain ly, Miss-I mean, E d ith, if you wis h me to " I do w i s h you t o Miss i s alt o gether too formal


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. tween old friends like us and she bur s t int.o a merry peal of laughter. The land seeme d very near now, and the splendid bay of Port Philip, s tretching for miles, was fully in sight. "What is that lighthouse we've been in sight of for so many hours?" asked Edith of the chief mate, who was pass ing at the moment. "That's the Williamstown lighthouse, Miss Edith," he answered. "That's Port Philip Head, yonder. We shall cas t anchor presently. Here's the medical inspector com ing aboard." That functionary came alongside in due course, and, having examined the ship, proclaimed it fit to pass. Another important official, namely the pilot, also came on board, and the captain turned the ship over t.o him. As the vessel slowly drifted up the ba y signs of life and civilization were shown by the population and growing town s on either side. "That place i s what we call New Brighton," Dick and Edith heard the captain say to t4e group of passengers; "and over there you can see Melbourne." The ship cast anchor among the glorious scenery of Robson's Bay, with its thi'ckly wooded s ide s extending to the picturesque ranges of mountains beyond. On all sides were shipping in great abundance. All was now activity among the passengers and crew, preparing to go ashore. Dick Porter, and his new friends ,' the Greshams, were among the :first t.o board the little steamer which came alongside t.o take them into the city. "You must come with us to the hotel, Dick," said Mr. Gresham, who had taken a great liking for the young American. "You must consider yourself our guest while we remain in the city. Edith insists on that, so I hope you won't think of refusing." Ai; Edith added her persuasions to h'er father's invitft. tion, Dick yielded gracefully, for he was more than pleased to continue the young lady's acquaintance. CHAPTER IX. JOURNEYING INTO THE WILDERNESS. rooms was to tak e Di c k t o a clo t hi ng sto r e a n d :fit him out completely, from hat to shoes. D ick want e d t.o foot the bill himsel f from the fun d whic h had been pres e nted to him on board t he Saracen but his generou s friend would not li s ten t.o him. "I can well afford this little expenditure, my boy, and I present rt t.o you a s a slight testimonial of my appreci a tion of your kindness and attention t.o my daughter during the short time you were aboard the Saracen." "I am sure I am very much obliged to you, sir," replied the boy, gratefully. "Don't mention it. To tell you the truth, I hav.e ta.ken a fancy to you, my 11Ld, and I hope you will decide t.o go with us to our new home, up the country." "Well, I have no obj e ction to that, if it will offer me an opportunity to get ahead in life." "To a bright and wide-awake youth like you," said Mr. Gresham, "the re i s every chance for you t.o work y our way to fortune.'' "Then I will go with you," replied Dick, promptl y "I am delighted to hear you say so. You will be a com panion for Edith, and I am bound to sa y sh e seems to be g reatly intere s ted in you.'r After dinn e r that evening Ho s kin s and Win gfo rd ca lled at the hotel and induced Dick to go out with them and see some of the s ights of the town. Among other places, they dropped in at one of the numerou s drinking saloons. H e re, s tanding around the bar partaking of "nobbl e rs," or glasses of liquor and gambling at the tables in an inn e r room, were man y rough-looking per sons principally di g gers from th e mountains, with wealth in the pockets little in acc ordan c e with thdr s habb y appearance. There was one hilarious party at a table in a corner which attracted Dick's attention as he looked curiou s l y about the room. The individual who seemed to be making his presence f elt in that part of the saloon was a hercul e an despe rate lookin g c hap, with great, unkempt, bushy whi s k e rs, and s kin a s brown as a berry. Dick did not fancy his looks for a cent and was about to call Wingford' s attention to him, when the f e llow g o t up in a half-in e briated way, and s l a ppin g a bi g broad shouldered man on the s houlders, whos e back was turned t o th e boy, s aid s omething, in a loud voice. Thereupon the others rose, like a flock of di s turbed b ird s On arriving at Melbourne, Dick and Saracen's pas!Iand start e d to leave the place. engers felt like people just set down in a and strang e Then it was that Dick got a good look at the man who world. had been s o familiarly addre s s e d by the s ix-foot ruffian and The wide and regular streets, the :fine shops, the motley he started back with a gasp of astoni s hment. conglomeration of peopla of every nation, Europeans, ChinH e recogniz e d the well-known features of Edw a r d Mare se, Maories and natives, the brilliancy of the climate and tin, the assistant keeper of the Manacle Light. the entire novelty apparent in everything, bewildered and At the same moment Martin's gaze lighted upo n t he boy at the same time charmed them. and he s tarted back with an oath while hi s face turned The Greshams went to a :first-class hotel, and, of oourse, a deathly white, a s if an accusing ghost had s ud d enl y arisen Dick went with them. before his eyes. A s the boy naturally felt embarrassed in his sailor attire; "What's tl).e matter with you, Ned?" asked one of his the first thing Mr. Gresham did after they were allotted companions.


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD 17 "Nothing," growled Martin, s u rlily backing away, and t a k i n g a roundabout course followed his associates from the saloon. N ed Martin was the last perso n Dick would have ex pected to meet in Melbourne, and the boy won dered greatly what had brought him to the antipodes. It is true he knew that Martin had thrown u p h i s job a t the lighthouse on the afternoon foll o wing the gale which had wrecked the Granite State on the Manacle Reef, and that the man had disappeared without app l ying for the pay due him, but he did not dream that the fellow had left the United States. ''Well," thought Dick, as he fo ll owed Hoskins and Wi n g ford out into the lighted ;treet, "his pFesence here has nothing to do with me. I shall probably never see him again." And with that reflection he dismissed the ex lightkeepe r from his mind. But if h e h a d 9nly known that Martin carried in his po c k e t at that moment the wallet he had stolen from Captain Geor ge P orte r, and which contained the "fortune" the captain m eant .should eventually come to his son, and further, that this man was res ponsible for his father's d e ath Dick wouldn t have so readily decided that Martin's pre se nce in Australia had nothing to do with him Two w e eks after the arrival of the Saracen in Mel bo u rne, Mr. Gresham completed his p0reparations to go up country to the lo ca lity wh e re he designed to fix his residence H e bou ght quite a h e ad of cattle to take with him, and accompanied by his wife, Edith, Dick and joined other parties b ent on a similar errand, and started out on the journey into the interior. They s oon found themselves in a wild and strange region Around them lay a country that seemed abso l utely bound le ss. Ridge after ridge of darkblue gum trees a r ose in t h e di s tance. Brilliant flowers and luxuriant grass and shrubs, all of a s pecies totally unlike anything Dick had ever seen before. Lo c u s t s chattered in the trees, mosquitoes flitted in the air, and bird s of gorgeous plumage s creamed and twittered on e v er y bough of the va s t extent of woodland that stre t c hed away down to the bank s of tbe wide river which, lik e the whole lands cape, glittered in the rays of the sorc hin g Australian s un. "Isn't it gloriou s!" exclaimed Edith, as Dick rejoined h e r after a spirited pursuit of some of the cattl e which had straye d from the convoy. I To round up and drive a refactory b ull cowbo y fashion, furnis hed the boy with excitement and amusement to burn. "It's a fine country all right," replied Di ck. "That is all but--" "All but what?" s he asked, in some surpris e "All but the bu s hrangers. I've heard they're worse than the bad men out We s t in my own country "Do y ou think we may meet any of those pe r s on s ? a skeQ. Edith, turning pale, for she had heard he r father and some of the men of the party talking about this law less Australian elem e nt. "I hope not, Edith," replied Dick, 'Seriomily. "Where are 'we now?" she inquired "Do you know?" "About a day's journey from the nearest tow.n." ''You mean from Palgrave, where we stopped. yesterday ?'' "Yes "And shall we come to anotlier town soon?" "I guess not. About the only s igns of civilization out this way are stations or squatters' settlemeni;,,." "Papa said we were going to settle close to a station." "So I heard him. say, and not many miles from a police station, so I guess we will be protected from the bus h rangers " I hope so," replied the pretty mis s, nervously . "Don't worry, I'll l ook out for you," grinned Dick "Thank you. I'm sure you will," she replied, casting a ?ewitching look at the boy that cau s ed his heart to beat a bit fa s ter. It was coming on evening now, and s o Dick and Edith who w ere riding s omewhat in advance of the main party, fell back and joined the others, just as Mr. Kent, an ex perienc e d squatter, who was acting a s guide, rode up and suggested that they encamp for the night. "We are coming now to a s tream that runs into the Du gong River yonder," he said. "Night isn't far off, and we can't make much further progres s to day So l et's unyoke and pre pare the evening meal." Having selected their camping place, the men unyoked. the cattle and lit the fir e whi l e the women prepared the food for their al .fresco meal, which, after the fatiguing day's journey, all were ready for. After supper, as the men reclin e d about on the turf, s moking their pipes, the conver s ation became general. Somebody' remarked that he had heard in Palgrave that the bushrangers were becoming active again in that p11rt of the country. "There's a new gang that's giving the police a good dea l of troubl e," he "A big, s trapping giant of a fellow, named McTurk, is the 1eader of this crowcl, and they say he and his men are a fierce propo s ition." I was warned about him," r e plied Ur. K e nt. "And to l d to keep a sharp lookout for tho s e chap s whether we're on the march or in our cattl e runs at home." Dick, who was an interes t e d li s t e ner recall e d at o nce th e herculean fe llow he had s een in the Melbourne s aloon, and with whom Ned Martin appeared to be on familiar terms. "Gee whiz thought the boy "If this McTurk i s any bigger or worsel ooking than that chap I don't want to mee t him even in a crowd." "He's a tick l ish customer, I judge," s aid the first s p eake r again. "And I shou ldn't want to com e acro s s him it was in a position where I had the advantage. His l af!t feat was p l undering and burning old Quimb y's cle ari llg down near O ngong Creek. 'I'll tell you about that." But he didn't, for at that moment one of the m e n who had been deputed t o watch ran up and said the re we: e a l ot of peop l e coming up from the river.


18 ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. CHAPTER X. IN THE W I L D S OF THE :MO UNTA I N RANGE The m e n a ll jumped up at once and got their guns, whi l e the l adies exhibited every evidence of alarm. The approaching party, however, turned out to be a band of natives, peaceably disposed, but noted as expert thieves, ready to l ay t heir h ands on anything if not care fully watc 4ed. They c rowd e d .a round the cam pfi re, asking for al l kinds of gifts. Mr. Kent, who WM acquainted with their character and methods, succeeded in getting rid of them with a few comparative l y worthless trinkets r and a couple of bottles of rum, whi c h the trave l ers turned in and slept unti l morn ing with out b eing f u rthe r disturbed. The party resumed their journey after breakfast, and severa l days later reached the station where the Greshams, Wingford and several others had hit u pon for their perma n ent settlement. T he others went on further to the north . From this moment Dick began a new life in the wilds of Australia as a cattle herder, but with the ultimate pur pose of becoming a stock raiser himself in time. T he free and healthfu l emp l oyment he now followed was jus t 1to his l iking \ As the weeks passed he soon became an expert horseman Time and again he was sent in pu;rsuit of fugitive cattle, as he was r egarded as the best and swiftest rider on the s t ation ;:;; W hen not otherwise engaged, his evenings were spent in Ed i th's society, and the friendship between the young peo p l e grew closer as time passed O ne morning Charles Wingford, who had gone in part nersh i p with Mr Gresham in the cattle business instead of t aking to sheep raising as had been his original intention, ru shed u p to Dick and said : "The two blood steers are off, Bick It's up to you to get them back "How's that?" asked the boy. "They were al l r ight l ast night when Davis went on duty." "I can't say how it is. All I know is they're off for fair. Get some food together and see if you can round them u p "All right, sir,?.' replied Dick, cheerfully. 'l'he chase promised to be exciting, for the steers were young and fierce, and had, doubtless, taken full advantage of this liberty. "They've gone to the east," said Wingford, coming up as the boy was i n the act of mounting his fleet stallion, Rokeby, whi ch always carried him on these stirring expe ditions. "See, here are t heir tracks, clear enough," and he pointed in the direction of some trampled grass and broken b o u ghs. "I guess you're right, si r," answered Dick. "Well, that's n ot over twenty miles. I'll have them safe back by night f a ll," an d waVing h i s hand h e s et off a t a sharp pace After a gallop of some miles ove1" a long sweep of plain, Dick reined in and surveyed the ground carefully . "They've turned off into that brushwood," he muttered, as he followed with his eye the tell-tale prints of the two steers. The ride through the brush was not near so pleasant as the gallop over the plain-masses of u:ndergrowth fatig ued the horse, while stumps of fallen trees threatened ugly _,. falls Suddenly Dick caught sight of one of the steers and set off in pursuit The animal almost immediately his purs u er, and started off on a steady run toward a distant mountain range. I!'or a.while tlie steer had the best of it, for his massive body crashed through the sharp boughs and brushwood, which caused Dick's fiery animal to bound and rear with pain. "Now I shall have him!" cried Dick, excitedly, as they got out of the brush into the plain again. And it began to look that way, for Rokeby was as swift as the wind on easy groun.d. On rushed the steer, fairly mad with rage and terror. "I hope he doesn't take to breathed the boy, anxiously, for those fastnesses were as yet unexplored, and he had heard strange tales of great chasms and yawn ing depths that were to be found there "I doubt very much if I dare attempt the capture of that brute in his present state," he muttered, as his experienced eye noted the vicious movement s of the black beast. "He is ugly enough to put up a desperate fight, and give me all kinds of trouble before I could manage to subdue him Blindly and madly the steer galloped on, the distance be tween them rapidly decreasing. Suddenly, to Dick's dismay, it turned toward the moun tains, and wa5' soon clambering up the sides of the great ridges, detaching masses of broken rock in its ascent Dick followed, but was now at great disa'clvantage The ridges grew more s tee.p and rugged, all signs1of vege tation ceased, and nothing was bPfore him but a white, unbroken line of rocks horse, exhausted with his furious riding, quivered in every limb, and each time the stones gave way beneath him he stumbled anti. almost fell Fairl y brought to a standstill at l ast, the young American dismounted and looked around. The steer was out of sight. He had gone so far in among the rocks as to penetrate one of the low valleys that ran in their midst, and so all view of the way by which he had come was shut out. To add to bis troubles the re was already that peculiar light in the heavens that told of the speedy approach of night in a very short time he would be in total darkness in the midst of the mountains He took the saddle off Rokeby and wiped him down, after which he fed him sparingly from a bag of feed he had brought wit h him The n he a t e a portion of his o wn bund l e of food, wash -


ADRIFT ON THE WORL D 19 I ing the repast down with the contents of a small bottle of milk. The horse needed water, but where he was going to find any was not quite clear to the boy. Night fell while he was leading the animal slowly along in search of water. Although the stars were out in a ll their glory, the dark ness seemed unusually dense in the mountain range, where the silence was almost preternatural. "This is the worst ever," muttered Dick, coming to a halt again "I wonder if I just as well stop right here till sunrise." At that moment he heard the distant sound of what he believed to be running water. He went on once more and the noise grew clearer "I've struck a stream at last, I guess," he breathed. And sure enough a hundred paces ahead he came into a gorge where, for the first time in several hours, he felt the soft touch of verdure under his feet, and where a small cataract of water was foaming down among the rocks It was a blissful relief for his dejected animal, who thrust his nose i n to the rushing stream and drank his fill. "This is a fine place to camp for tfie night," said Dick "I didn't expect such l uck. It'sJ>etter to be born fortunate than rich when you c ome to think of it. This is the second time I've fallen on my feet in the last few months." He tethered his horse nearby and, lying down, gazed up at the winking stars and divided his thoughts between Edith Gresham and his old chum, Gip Calder, on far -away Cape Cod. CH APTER XI. THE RENDEZVOUS OF THE BUSHR.A.NGERS. Th'e moment he did so he seemed to feel bette r He kept on, following the course of the stream, an d getting further and futther into the wilde r p arts of the ravine S u ddenly he trod upon a stone_ that ro lled un der his weight, and he was thrown forward on his hands and knees. One arm went down into a sort o f gu lley a n d struck something softer than a stone. "I wonder what I've got hold of?" he m u ttered, as his fingers closed about it. "Blessed if it doesn't feel j u st like a pocketbook. That seems absurd in this spot Absurd or not, Dick pulled up his arm and foun d that it was indeed a goodsized wallet that he he l d in his hand. "Well, if this doesn't beat the Dutch! A pocketbook ly ing around loose in this wilderness! I wonder t o whom does it belong?" he muttered to himself, in a tone of the greatest surprise Just then he was treated to another sensat i on. He heard the thud of horses's hoofs coming up the gorge. Thiy were approaching from the direction of the warerfall; in the neighborhood of which his own an i ma l was tethered. "Great Scott!" he said. "Who can be travelling throug h this range in the dark? They must be pretty fami liar wit h the road. I'd like to know where this ravine l eads to." The horseman came on at a brisk trot, and soon Dick saw several dark forms outlined against the small pa tc h of sky above the gorge. As they came abreast of the boy they reined in a n d pro ceeded with more caution. They were talking and laughing in rough tones, an d the oaths that fell from their lips made the boy shi:ver. "Who were these men, anyway?" he asked himself, w i t h a feeling of alarm for which he could not account. No honest colonist was known to l ive among these un explored mountains. The answer seemed to suggest that these f e llows w ere In spite of his fatiguing ride that day, Dick did not fee l bushrangers-members of the gang who occasion.a ll y made at all sleepy. forrays in district, and whose retreat the police had This was unusual with him. been utterly unable to s!lloke vat. He tried to woo the drowsy god, but didn't succeed worth Two weeks before a small station within a few mi les o f a cent. that where the Gresham interests were located had been It wasn't that he had a hard bed to lie upon, for the attacked in the open daylight by the bushrangers and men, verdure felt quite soft and elastic beneath him. women and children shot down without mercy, the build Somehow he got to thinking about his dead father and ings looted and fired, and the cattle driven off into the that ever-to-be remembered night of storm and wreck off wilderness. the Oape. The poliqe were still hunting for the scoundrels, but so A peculiar fancy seemed to impress him that the spirit far had met with no success, and it was believed that the of his father was hovering about him in that wild, moun McTurk gang was at the bottom of the outrage tainous and though there was no reason for this There were six horsemen in this party,' and one of them, strange feeling, he couldn't get it out of his head riding ahead, looked to be a giant in proportions. He rolled and tossed about on the grass, and began to "I beli;we that's McTurk himself," mutrered Dick, as wonder if he would ever get to sleep. they l:iim by. "That rascal isn't fit to liye He's "I don't know what's the matter with me to-night," he clever enough to keep the police at a distance. They haven't mutter .ed at length, sitting up. "Something prevents me been able to track him to his den I think it's up to me from closing my eyes. What is it?" now to take adva_:itage of this chance to render honest men He rose to his feet and started up the gorge fo try and and the police a service. I'll just follow these fellows and walk the feeling off. see if my suspicions as to their identity are correct. If so,


20 ADRIFT ON THE WORJJD. and I can locate their headquru.'ter s I ma y perhaps be the f displacing of a stone s hould attract the s u s picious notice means of breaking the band up, and thus relieving the dis-of the fellows in hi s rear. trict of a source of constant terror." In this way he got back into the open air of the basin Accordingly, after dropping the wallet in his pocket, again, and, crawling behind a bowlder, awaited develop Dick started on the trail of the horsemen, following them ments. to the head of the go;ge and thence into a defile which Pres ently two m e n app e ar e d with a lant ern and seemed to have been formed by the s plitting apart of the within a couple of feet of whe re h e lay conceal ed. mountain range at this point. The light flas hing upon their features disclosed their It was so narrow that the horsemen were forced to adidentity. th h t gle file One was the herculean, bewhis kered ruffian he had s e e n vance roug i in sm . .At length they came out into a kind of dry basin, hedged m Melbourne while the other, much to Dick's in by giant cliffs, and here they di s mounted, and leading s urpnse, was Ned Martm. their animals by the bridle, vanished into the bowels of the mountainside. "Where the dickens did they go?" Dick a s ked himself, as the men and horses melted away befor e his e yes. CHAPTER He advanced now with great caution, for the spot was THE CONVERSATION BETWEEN NED MARTIN AND :M TURK intensely dark and he could not tell into what trap he might tumble unawares. Now that the sound of the hoof and the des 1tltory conversation of the m e n had ceased, ther e was nothing to guide him, except the direction the phantom-like forms had taken after entering the basin. He went straight ahead until blocked by the rocky face of the mountainside, then the problem presented itself whether he should turn to the left or to the right. He took the former way at a venture, which proved to be a narrow path runong the rocks, leading downward and winding around overhanging projections until he suddenly realized he was making his way into the heart of the mountains. 'Gee whiz!" he exclaimed to himself, "I wonder where I'm going to, and shall I be able to find m y way out again?' But with true American pluck he determined to proceed. He could not afford to let slip this exceptional chanc e of tracing the bushrangers, of whos e id e ntity h e now felt pretty well assured, to their hiding place. These rascals were so desperate and m e nacin g to the district that their extermination was a publi e necess ity. Their movement s had been s o s ecret and the ir plans s o well laid that no one could t e ll at what point the y would strike next. "We have escaped them s o far mused Dick, "but who knows at what moment they may take a notion to dro.p do1rn upon us, and with some of our m e n awa y like I am at this moment, and the polic e maybe s couring th e outermo s t boundary of the district, it would be lik e ly to go hard with o ur s tation." Suddenly Dick heard the sound of voices and saw the dan c ing rays of a light advancing toward him. The men the light itself were s till hidden by the natur e of the pas sage. Th e boy kn e w he could not escape observation in that narrow plac e s o he ha s tily beg an to retrace hi s s tep s The men b e hind, th e re s eemed to be only two of the m :followed. Dick picked his steps a s carefully as he coruld, lest the THAT DICK OVERHEARD. "We can talk here without being overheard by the re s t said the giant, putting qown the lantern. "What i s it you've got to say to \ne ?" "I've got this to say," Martin. "When I join e d you chaps it was because I had a particular object in view." "Well," an swere d the big ruffian, r e garding hi s com panion with a suspiciou s glare. "What was y our object?" "To di s cover a re e f of gold which exi s ts s omewher e in these mountains." "A reef of gold!" exclaimed the other, incredulously. "Exactly-a reef of gold." 'Man, you're crazy." "A.m I?" "There's no gold in this range that I ever heard of, and some of us have been in thi s r e gion off and on for year s." "That doesn't prove it i sn't h e r e." "What put that id e a into y our h e ad, Martin?" "I'll ten you. I'm as certain a s I br e ath e tha t t h e r e's a golden re e f not t e n miles from thi s ver y place, s o ri c h that if you and I c an find it w e will be w e alth y men for the rest of our lives." His companion lau g hed almo s t mockingly, but Martin went on without noticin g it. "I told you that I fro:rp. the State s," h e sa id. "You did." "I had been running in an unlucky groove for :year s when I got a job a s keeper in a li g hthouse on the Manacle Reef off th e coas t o:f Cape Cod, Massac hu setts I had been the r e thre e month s and it was a dog's lif e I l e d for there were but two of u s on duty, the rules were strict about drinking, and the r eef was s i x m iles off the s hore when a t e rrific g ale crune on, the l i k e of w hi c h I had neve r seen b e fore, and along to war d m o rnin g a s hip w ent ashore on the Tocks. It was no fault o f ours tha t this ha p pened Th e li ght was all ri ght, and the fog -horn had been goin g for hour s for the mi s t was as thi c k as a s ton e w all." "What ha s all thi s to do with thi s g old e n reef y ou wer e speaking of a moment ago?" a s k e d the other, imp atie n t l y


I ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. I f Ev e rything," replied Martin. "As I was saying, a vessel c ame ashore, and of all aboard her but one man es caped-that was the cap'n, and I him Dick, listening with all his ears, gave utterance to an involuntary cry. It wasn't loud, but the sound reached the ears of the giant and he exc'laimed: "What's that?" "What?" asked Martin. "I heard a noise close by." "You must have been mistaken," replied Martin. The big man, however, wasn't so sure of !hat. He grabbed up the lantern, fl.ashed it around among the adjacent rocks, and peered about, carefully. But he overlooked the bowlder almost at his feet, and so Dick escaped discovery. "Go on," said the ruffian, at length, putting the lantern on the ground again, "but cut it short." : I pulled the man out of the water, took him into the lighthouse and recognized him as one I had not seen for years, and for whom I had no love, for he had wounded me in the tenderest spot a man can be touched, and I had never forgiven him." "Well?" "After all, I enacted the role of the Good Samaritan and put a bit of life into him," with a sardonic laugh, "and things would have gone well with him, but I, discovered he had a fat pocketbook on his person, and he made the admission that it contained his 'fortune.' I was down to bed-rock and the old boy easily tempted me to steal that pocketbook while its owner was apparently in a deep sleep. "I found the 'fortune' to which he had referred, together with a few hundred dollars in cash. This fortune was rep resented by a piece of old, dirty wrapping paper, on which were wo11ds detailing the discovery by the writer of a reef of gold in the Victoria Mountains of New South Wales, Australia, with directions for locating the same." "Is this a fa9t ?" exclaimed his companion, for the first showing a decided interest in Martin's story. "It is a fact, as sure as I'm standing here." "Go on!" cried the other, eagerly. "How this paper came to be in the possession of this shipwrecked sea captain, whose name was 1 Qeorge Porter, and what became of the man who discovered the golden r e ef, is a mystery to me. But the paper was there, and I d e termined to pos sess it. It was my intention to secure this gold for myself without the cap'n's lmowledge." "And of. course you did?" "Unfortunately for him, he woke up, saw the pocket book in my hand, accused me of intending to roh him, and in the struggfo which followed I struck him down. The blow was fatal. Finding that I had unintentionally killed him, my sole idea was to get rid of the body, lest tremble follow, and so I threw it into the sea, and it was washed upon the Cape s ome hours later, found and in due time buried." Dick had listened with growing horror to Martin's reve lation. When the man admitted that he had killed Captain Porter that fateful morning in the lighthouse and tossed the body into the waves, the boy was so overcome that for some moments he did not lmow what was going on about him. When he recovered his self possession somewhat it was to feel an overpowering sense of resentment against his father's murderer, as he so considered him. "I left the lighthouse in a hurry, shipped for Melbourne, and the day after my I met you. You never told me you were the notorious bushranger, McTurk, or I don't think I'd have come up the country with you," went on Martin. A sarcastic grin played around the corners of the giant's mouth. "I joined your band partly becaus!') I had to, and partly because I found that your headquarters was here in the Vfotoria range. I meant to find that golden reef and--" "Shake us, I suppose," interrupted the chief of the bushrangers, "Well, why didn't you find it? You have the directions, say." 1 "For two reason.jl." "What are they?" "In the first place I found no chance to go off by myself to hunt for the spot." "Of course you didn't. You are a new member of the band, and until I lmew you better and learned how far I could trust you I had you watched." "l lmow that," admitted Martin. "What's your second reason?" asked McTurk, curiously. "I lost the pocketbook." "With the directions?" "Yes." "Where did you lose it?" "I haven't the least idea, but I think it was somewhere in the gorge." Dic)r's hand unconsciously sought the pocket into which he had dropped the wallet he had found a short time before, and a thrill went through him as he realized that Providence, in a strange way, had put his father's property into his possession. "We must hunt for it," said McTurk, "unless you oon remember the directions as written down on the paper." "I recollect them only in a general way, but it is possible, with your abundant knowledge of these mountains, that you may be able to recognize the locality where the reef is situated. It is in a pocket somewhere off the valley below, and from a certain point of the compass three dead trees can be seen half way up the mountainside. Three hundred paces from a point directly beneath them will bring you to the neighborhood of the golden reef. Then there are other landmarks, which I cannot recall, that show the exact spot." "l have seen the three trees to which you refer," said McTurk, with an eagerness new to him, "and can readily find the spot without the written directions; but the other points may be necessary to know before we could find the reef. We will keep this secret to ourselves, Martin, and


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD . will search for the g old directly we have concluded. the expedition on which we are bound to morrow." "What expedition is that?" "I forgot, you and those who have been hiding here since the Duggleby station was raided the other day, have not yet been told about this new forray I have in mind I have discovered that the police are off sout11 on a false scent, and the Barton stati on, thirty mi les east of here, offe rs a fine field for our enterprise." Dick held his breath with apprehension, for the Barton station was the name of the place in the immediate neig h borhood of which the Gresham & Wingford interests were centered "Some new cattle raisers arrived there from England a few months ago, and they have bro ught out here a fine herd of blooded stock to begin business with. One of them, a man named Gresham, I u nderstand, is well off in other ways. Our men are eager for another brush with these colonists, as we are near l y always successfu l in getting away with the booty we a i m for After that, while the band is under cover, we w ill look up this reef to gether. If we find it, then we will go equal partners in the speculation. You will stake off the c l aim, announce the discovery i n Mel bo u rne, and offer it for sale. I will keep in the background, of course; but I shall have my ; I eye on y ou just thel same and i t woul d n o t pay you to p l ay me false "You need have no fear of that," said Martin, frank ly. I haven't," replied the chief of the bushrangers, with a s:p.ap of his massive jaw. "As soon as we realize, we will leave the country for good, at least I will, if the reef pan s out what it ought to Now l et's go back or the boys will begin to wonder wha t we're up to, and I don't believe i:.i aro.using their suspicions We've got to turn in, anyway, for we shall start for Barto n 's some time before noon so as to reach there by dark. McT u rk picked up the lantern and, followed Jiy Mart i n, r etire d b y the way t hey h ad c o m e CHAPTER XIII. THE G O L DEN REEF Dick did not stir fro m h is r e fuge behind the bowlder r"or some minutes after Ned Ma rti n and the chief of the bush rangcrs had ret u rned into their mountain retreat He wanted to make sure that the coast was clear bef9re he made a move. Then, too, his thoughts were busy with the discoveries h e had made that night, the most appalling of all of which was that his dear father had practically been murdered by the assistant l ight.keeper, Martin, for possession of the sec,ret of the gol den reef., situated in those very mountains i n which his son had wandered in pursuit of the refractory steer that afternoo n It seemed as if Providence h ad ment that the inhuman deed should not redound to the unscrupulous rascal s ad vantage all, for, after reaching the actual neighbor hood of the golden reef, for which he had sold his soul, so to speak, he had lost the stol e n pocketbook which con tained the directions to find the object of his quest, and that pocketbook had, in the most wonderfu l way, fallen into the hands of theiboy for whose event u al benefit i t had been origina ll y int ended "The ways of heaven are most strange," thought D ick, reverently, as he turned over in his mind the incidents through which he had just passed. "There was evidently a n All-wise purpose in that particular steer leading me into these trackless mountains. I have learned many things because of it. 'fhe truth of my dream that night that I saw my father cast upo n the Manacles and saved by Martin is confirmed. I have learned what has hitherto been only known to the ma n who did the deed that my dea r father was murdered. I hav e in my possess i on the pocketbook containing the secret through which he lost his life But of more immediate importance, I have discovered the hiding place of the villainoua bushrangers who have of late terrorized portions of this district; and I have learned, in good time I hope to frustrate them, the intentions of the s e scoundrels to attack the Barton for the plunder they hope to obtain thereby." Having satisfied himself t hat he might hope to withdraw from the basin without incurr i ng observation, D ick left his hiding p lace and walked in the direction he believed the entrance to the nar:

ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. 23 mounted police right to the door of the bushroogers' re treat. He had little idea.of his actual whereabouts in the moun tain range. There were several newspaper clippings about the Aus tralian gold fields, taken from Melbourne papers. Martin had thrown away all of George Porter's memo randums, but their loss, of which Dick was ignorant, did I He was by no means certain that he could find his way not affect the boy, as they were of no special v alue. out by the road he had entered, for the steer had not seThere was nothing else until Dick looked into the last lected any beaten path, i such existed. co_ mpartment in search of the precious document relating Re must, in a mea.ciure, trust to luck. to the golden reef, and there, sure enough, he found it, a His nautical experience, however, stood him in good soiled and deeply creased piece of brown paper. stead. Carefully unfolding it he read it over slowly', as its com-He made out clearly the southeast, which he must needs position compelled him to do. take to return to the Barton station. Yes, here was a brief description of a golden reef in the The main point just now was to extricate himself from Victoria Mountain Range, New South Wales, the very the mountain range. rocks alive with glittering quartz, the like of which no man The way was so rough, and the pitfalls so numerollB that had yet seen. There were millions in sight. he dared not urge his animal to any great spe ed. Dick Porter held his breath as he read the ent{ancing However, that fact did not worry him, as h e knew, when picture. on c e he reached the plain, Rokeby would carry him like The directions guided the searcher first to a break in the the wind to his destination, and that he s hould reach the range, which he was to follow till he caught sight of three station in ample time to rai s e the alarm before dark, which dead trees half way up the mountainside. was the hour the bushrangers proposed to descend upon "That's those yonder," breathed the boy. the uns u s pecting cattle people. "From a point directly beneath them measure off 300 His calculation s however, all depended on his luck in paces in an eastedy direction, when you will come to a g etting dear of the mountains, and as hour after hour pile of white stones, the center one of which is dark one, w ent by he s eellled -to be no nearer that happy end than by which sign you shall identify it. Then turn toward the when he started from the mouth of the gorge. southeast and you will see' a similar pile of stones some The bu s hrangers had arranged to start for the station distance away. From that pile walk directly up the moun s ome time b.e fore noon, a.J?.d mid-day was rapidly approachtainside till you come to a kind of shelf. Follow the shelf ing, as Dick c ould tell from the position of the sun, and around till it ends abruptly in a crevice, six feet tall, but the young American had not yet got out of the range. wide enough for a man to pass with some little diffi-He was now beginning to worry, for things were not cult y Enter and follow, and the golden reef will be your coming his way as he had calculated. reward." At last, however, there appeared a clear break in the "I will make my way there now," said Dick, "for from mountains, and toward this he made his way. that shelf I may be able to see the plain and the As his eyes glanced ahead he noticed three dead-looking way I should take to reach it." trees about half-way up one side of the mountain. So he di s mounted at_ a spot beneath the three dead trees, The sight of them sent a sudden thrill thwugh his body. pac e d off 300 yards in the direction indicated and came Until that moment his thoughts had been largely enupon the pile of stones with the black one in their midst. gro s sed with Edith Gresham and the peril which threatened Looking to the southeast he readily made out the second the station, to the exclusion even of the pocketbook which pile, perhaps an eighth of a mile away, and lost no time had belonged to his father, and now reposed in his jacket in going up to it. pocket. Tying his horse, he started directly up the mountainside, Those three trees must be the first landmark that indiand about five hundred feet up came to the shelf. cated the near presence of the golden reef, for so he had Standing upon this, he clearly saw the way out of the heard Ned Martin state, range to the plain which he saw he could easily reach and He remembered his words, and that 300 paces from a was happy. spot directly beneath them would bring one to the imme"Rokeby is as fresh as a daisy. I shall make good time diate neighborhood of the hidden precious metal. to the station," he said to himself, with a great sense 0 In s pite of his great anxiety for the safety of those at relief. '!Now to get a glimpse of the golden reef." the station. toward which he was hastening, he reined in He followed the shelf for some little distance along the Rokeby and drew the wallet from his pocket. mountainside until at last he came to the rift in the rocks. Upon the flap he saw his father's full name in gilt He found no trouble in pushing his way through into a ters and tears filled his eyes. narrow, amphitheater-like depression in the range, and Choking back a sob he opened the pocketbook. here, under the brilliant sunshine, the aspect of the walls The first compartment contained eight five-pound Bank quite dazzled him. of England note s in all, the equivalent of $200 in Ameri-In nooks and corners brilliant fragmen'ts appeared, which can money. reflected the rainbow's brightest hues; while one great


24 ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. block was clear and pellucid as running water, save for the .dazzling brilliancy of the colors reflected by the sun's rays. Fairly bewildered, Dick stood transfixed. Then he stooped to examine the rocks more carefully. For some yards around they all presented the dazzling appearance. In among the quartz were pieces of pure yellow metalin some places wide streaks of it. One or two of the jutting fragments were so soft that he could break them off. Dick was quite dizzy with excitement. 'l'hose yellow, shining fragments, encrusted in tha glit t e ring quartz, were surely gold-pure, virgin gold! He had discovered the great golden reef which had cost his father bis life! CHAPTER XIV. HOW DICK SAVED EDITH GRESHAM. Dick wa& quite overpowered by the dazzling display of virgin ore about hipi, and he could not feast his eyes enough upon it. Truly, there seemed to be in sight, but whether there actually was that amount there altogether he could not tell, not. being a competent judge of the value of the outcroppings. He hated to tear himself away from the place, but after wasting a good twenty minutes in contemplating nature's abundant display of wealth, he realized that it wa:s high time that he should be off. He collected together a handkerchief full of golden nug gets, and then with a final look at the golden reef he made his way back to the shelf, thence down the mountainside, and mounting his horse rode off in the direction which would soonest take him out on the plain. Once clear of the mountain he put Rokeby to his best pace . and they raced across the level ground toward the southeast at whirlwind speed It was past one o'clock now aiid he had many miles before him before he could hope to sight Barton station. And Gresham's was five miles further on to the south. The ground Dick was traversing was new to him, but :he expected soon to strike familiar landmarks that would tell him just where he was. The boy couldn't expect to drive Rokeby at such a high 1ate of speed very far, so when the animal showed signs of distress he pulled him in, and they proceeded at a more reasonable gait. ;'\.t length when the smi was approaching the horizon Dick began to recognize familiar ground, and feeling a'S sured he had still a couple of hours before him he reduced the measured gallop to a walk in order to rest the animal for his final spurt. Darkness was fast coming -0n when he came in sight of Barton's. Strange to say, he had seen none of the herdsmen on bis I road. However, there stood the big log hut, and the smoke issu ing from the wide chimney told him that all was well at this station, which was, as he understood it, the first objective point of the coming raid. He did not rela; his speed, however, but still sped on, with his eyes fastened in the direction of Gresham's. Then as he turned his eyes again upon Barton's he saw, far beyond the station, and well to the south, a succession of flying Rpecks. They were aiming for a point that would bring them to Gresham's about the time that darkness would cover the landscape. Under ordinary circumstances, Dick would have judged this to be some hunting party returning home, but with the knowledge he had of the bushrangers' purpose he guessed at once that those specks were the scoundrels who had changed their plans somewhat-was giving Barton's a wide berth until they had first attacked and devastated the Gresham station. The thought of Edith Gresham being exposed to injury, if not death, at the hands of McTurk's ruffianly crew was more than Dick could endure. He must rouse the folks at Barton's to go to the rescue. With a cry that penetrated the air ahead, Dick lashed his horse toward the station. He was close to Barton's now-so close that his thrilling cry was heard, and the men, one by one, left off their work to see what was the matter. Mr. Barton came to the door of the hut and looked toward the onrushing horse with surprise. Several of his hands had joined him as Dick dashed up, and, pointing at the distant specks, shouted, with thrilling earnestness : "The buslfrangers They're going to attack our place!" Everybody at Barton's knew Dick Porter, and where he was employed, therefore "our place" was readily under stood to mean Gresham's. The warning cry, "the bushrangers !" was enough to throw the station into momentary confusion. The scoundrels were feared and detested by the com munity at large. But the late massacre at Duggleby's had angered the cattlemen to the boiling point, and they vowed that with or without help from the police they would do up the vil lainous band at the first opportunity, or die in the at tempt. The moment Barton and his herders realized the import of Dick' s words, a cry of rage went up from their lips, and without an order being spoken ee,ch of his own accord, rushed for his rifle and a horse to carry him to Gresham's. In less time than one would have supposed possible to muster a party together, ten men, the whole number Bar ton's station could muster, were mounted and ready to ride against the bushrangers. Fortunately, there were no women at Barton's or half


. ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. 15 ==== the par ty would ham b een obliged to remain at the station I "Thank heaven!" muttered, in a t e nse to prot e ct the m agai n st a possible division of the enemy. and his men have arrived and I'll bet somethmg is domg Dick and his hors e were well nigh exha usted by their long all right." ride and the y not having tasted food since daybreak, and The sounds of :fighting grew every moment more disthen but a meager quantity. tinct. The boy r e alized that neither he nor his animal was in Dick, scarce a mile away, could see the vivid flashes o! condition to accompa ny the rescue party, much as he de-the rifles both from the main house, which the boy was sired to do so. thankful to see was not afire, and from a score of points So he mentioned the fact to Mr. Barton. outs ide. "We were just putting s upper on the table as you rode up, Dick," he replied. "You will find all you require in the hut. When you have refreshed yourself and your horse you can follow us and be in at the death, I hope. With that he gave the signal to spur forward, and, with a hoa rse shout, the ten men and their sturdy leader put spurs to their animals and dashed away in a cloud of dust. Dick entered the hut and drank a glass of cool water first to clear his throat. Then he went out and rubbed his horse ..down1 and led him to a convenient stall, where he s et before him a supply of oats. Being now at liberty to 109k a:f ter himself, he returned to the hut, took a tin pannikin and dipped it into a great port o f half-cooled soup. With a hunk of bread in one hand and the soup before him he devoured both with great relish, and never had any thing t aste d half so delicious. Dick wasted very little time over his meal. He ate till he was fairly satisfied, and then rushed :for his horse, who by this time had got away with his :feed and was :feeling like a new animal. Dick now gave him a drink. In a moment the brave young American was on his back again, and speeding madly over the plain toward Gresham's. The only arms he had was the pair of revolvers carried in the holsters, and these were ready :for business at any moment. D arkness had now fallen upon the landscape and the night air blew athwart the boy's heated cheeks. As he ga ll oped madly along, with his eyes intently fixed in the direction of the home station, his heart suddenly gave a great bo1md as he beheld a bright glare shoot up into the sky "The villains are there and have fired the house or one of the outbuildings," he cried, with a groan almost of despair "Heaven save Edith and the rest from the fate that hangs over them!" Dick dared not picture to himself the scene that was being enacted at the sta tion. The stories that he had h ear d of the bu s hrangers were horrible enough, even apart from that last terrible butchery at Duggleby's, where the women and children had met with not the slightest con sideratio n at the hands of tho s e ruffians He urged hi s hor s e on to fresh exertion, for every arm was needed now. And now he hel!-rd the sharp r eports of firearms. It was an out-house which was ablaze, and a second one had just been ignited. The conflict was fierce, and yells and cries rent the air. Dick was within half a mile of the scene of trouble when he made out through the gloom a horse and rider approaching at breakneck speed. 1 At the same moment a woman's scream rang out on the air s o close that the boy judged it came :from the oncoming hor se. "Great Scott!" cried Dick, reining in Rokeby. "One of the miscreants is carrying off one of the women. Sup pos e it should be Edith?" The very thought of that turned hi s blood to a fever heat of passion. He darted :forward to cut off the rider. The man perceived him drew his revolver, aimed hur riedly at the brave boy and fired. The bullet whistled unpl e asantly close to Dick's head. He dared not return the shot, :for he saw the white dress of the burden the rascal bore across his saddle in :front. H e spoke to his horse and the animal responded with a gallant leap forward. Again the 1 revolver was discharged, but Dick bent low over his animal s neck and the bullet whistled harmlessly by. They were closing rapidly and once more the woman screamed and as the fellow fired again her struggles upset his aim and the shot went up into the air. "Stop, you scoundrel!" roared Dick, furiously. A mocking laugh came back. The boy's blood was up and he lashed Rokeby to his highest speed. He was now coming up, hand over hand, on th e man, who was handicapped by his pri s oner. At length Dick saw a safe chance to fire at him and he opene d with a couple of rapid shots. It was immediately evident that one at least of the m had raeched its mark, for the bushranger swayed in his sadd le. Dick fired again and the villain fell forward over his burden. His horse slackened its speed, and a moment later the boy dashed up alongside and grasped at the woman, who seemed to b e slipping to the ground. In a trice he had his arm around h e r and lifted her onto his horse, which he pulled in, all covered with foam, allowin g the wounded bushranger to escape if he could. Tearing away the mantl e which had been wound around the prisoner's head, he uttered a cry of surprise and corn-


"" ,;u ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. passion as he recognized the white countenance of Edith Gresham, as she lay back, motionless and unconscious, in his arms. CHAPTER XV. THE DEFEAT OF THE BUSHRANGERS. Dick could not carry Edith back to the station where the fighting was going on, so he decided to return with her to Barton's. He turned his horse's head in that direction and urged him on tO a good speed. Gradually the sound of firing behind him grew fainter and apart, but the burning out-houses threw a ruddier glare than ever across the plain. He was about half-way back to Barton's when Edith re vived, opened her eyes and started to struggle in his arms. "Be quiet, Edith. You are safe with me," said Dick, stifling a scream that was on her lips, a.nd looking down into her eyes: The girl looked up, with wonder, into his face as if she could not believe the evidence of her senses. -"Don't you recognize me in the dark, Edith? Don't you know my voice? I saved you from that ruffian who was carrying you off on his horse, and I just reached you in the nick of time." "Dick, oh, Dick!" she cried, impulsively, throwing her arms about his neck, and nestling her head upon his shoul der. "Is it indeed really you?" "It is I all right," he replied, gaily. "And you saved me?" "I am guilty of having done so." "Oh, Dick Dick, how can I ever thank you enough?" "Oh, we won't quarrel on tha.t point, Edith." "How did you do it?" she asked, eagerly. The boy told her. "You'r.e so brave!" she cried, admiringly. "Come now, no bouquets, or-" "Or what?'" "I'll do something desperate." "'\Vhy, what do you mean?" "I moon that if you don't quit praising me I'll-I'll kiss Y OU." "Oh!" she cried, blushing rosily. "I suppose you'd be angry if I did?" he went on. "No, Dick," she replied, after a pause. "I couldn't be angry with you under any circumstances." Well, did he kiss her after that? Perhaps he did. Dick wasn't in the habit of letting any of the good things of life get by him. Whether he did or did not she seemed perfectly con tented to remain in his arms until Barton station wa:o reached. He let her slip lightly to the gr01md, dismounted himself and led Rokeby into an out-house. Then he came back and led Edith into the house, where he lit a lamp and sat down beside her. "I'm so nervous about and papa," she said, with a little hysterical sbb. "Tell me about the attack of the bush.rangett, a.nd how that villain got you into his hands," he asked, putting his arm protectingly around her. ''It was just getting dark when Joe Glass, one of our herders rushed into the house and told papa there was a \ crowd of horsemen approaching at a gallop and that he feared their intentions wete not peaceable. Papa went outside to look. Almost immediately I heard the of a gun. 'rhen another. And then all was confusion about the place . I heard somebody shout, 'The bushrang ers !' and I was so frightened I didn't know what to do. I'd been worried all day over your absence. You should have returned last night, even if you didn't get the steers. One of them was caught over at Stanley's and returned to us this morning. There was more firing, and then one of the outbuildings blazed up. Papa came back for his rifle and told mamma to barricade the door. He had hardly gone outside again before that man from whom you rescued me rushed in at the door. is very brave. She had taken papa's revolver f:i;om a table drawer, and she fire:1 at him. He swore terrible, dashed across the room, seized me, and holding me as a shield between himself and mamma, made for the door. Just then papa and several of our men came up, but the man darted around the corner of the house I screamed and then I must have fainted, for the next thing I knew I was being carried across the plain on horesback. I screamed as hard as I could a.nd fought him. I saw him turn and fire at some one---" "That was me," said Dick. "Was it?" she answered, with a shudder, and clinging to him. "How dreadful!" "What then?" "I don't remember anything more till I heard you talk ing to me. I thought he still had me, and--" "You strugg led and was going to scream again when I stopped you, and asked you if you didn't know me?" "Yes. But, oh, Dick, do you think marnma and papa are safe or are they--" She burst out crying. "I'm sure th"'"'re all riO'ht for I sent Barton and all his v,J 0 > to our pl .aces before the bushrangers had reached there." .. "You sent them, Dick? Why, how---" "I discovered that those chaps were going to attack Bar ton's here to-night, and came on to warn him. I reached this station I saw the bushrangers at a distance, headed for our place Then I knew they had changed their plans, and I hurried Barton and his men ahead to them off if possible, or to jump in and help beat them off if they arrived at your father's station first." At that moment shots were heard at a distance, and they both ran to the donr to look. There was .a distant sound of flying horses' hoofs, and


ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. 1'7 occasionally a spurt of flame, followed by the report of a rifle. Nearer an cl nearer they came, though not directly in line with the station. Finally the sounds passed by half a mile away toward the northwest. Presently a horseman rode up to the station and alighted. It was Mr: Barton. "Why, Miss Gresham!" he exclaimed, as his eyes lighted on her. "Is it possible yqu are safe?" "Yes, yes; but papa and--" "They're safe. We arrived in the nick of time and beat the rascals off. Some of my men and your are chasing them now towards the mountains. Your father is with theih, for he believes they have carried you off." ''One of them did carry me from the station, but Dick saved me." "Good for you, young man. You deserve a medal." "I'd better ride on after the pursuing party, hadn't I, sir? And try and overtake Mr. Gresham. Otherwise he's sure to follow those rascals into the mountains, and he and the others may be overcome by reinforcements to the gang, for I don't believe the whole crowd came down here." "Yes. You'd better start," agreed Mr. Barton. "I'll take Miss Edith back to her home." So once more Dick mounted Rokeby and started him across the plain at his best pace, but he didn't come up to the party for two hours, after they had had another battle with the bushrangers, a portion of whom had managed to get clean away in the darkness. Mr. Gresham was frantic with grief and anxiety over the fate of his child until Dick rode up and joined the party. When the boy told him he had saved Edith, and that she was home long before this, the sturdy Englishman clasped the brave young Amerl.can in his arms and told him that henceforth he looked upon him as a son. CHAPTER xvr. OUR STORY COMES TO AN END. Word having been sent to the police station, twenty miles away, about the attack made on Gresham station by the Bushrangers, a strong party of them rode up to the place about noon on the following day. Dick had already detailed his adventures in the moun tains, omitting his discovery of the golden reef, and he now told the officer in charge that he knew where the re treat of the bushrangers was, and that if a large force was made up he was ready to lead the way and point the vil lains' rendezvous out. This offer was readily accepted, so Mr. Gresham got his men together, and the party went on to Barton's where that stock-raiser joined him with his men, and the force, well armed and fired with determination to rid the district of the scoundrels, set out at once for the mountains, where they arrived at dusk. They camped for supper, and then, after two hours' rest, Dick guided them up the stony valley till they came to the mouth of the gorge and the waterfall. It was now midnight. They left their horses tethered at this spot and then, like so many phantoms, they followed Dick up to the entrance of the narrow defile at the head of the gorge. Through the defile they stealthily advanced without :n;ieeting with any opposition, and the party entered the gloomy basin. The bushrangers evidently counted on complete safety within their natural retreat, for they did not appear to regard it as necessary to establish a watch at the mouth of the defile. Never before had their particular domain been invaded even by the police, for the stony valley obliterated all their track&, and no man guessed whither they had retired after a forray. Now vengeance was about to descend upon them, and they were, seemingly, unprepared for the final act in the bloody drama. The bushrangers, however, since Dick's visit, had not left the opening to their cave entirely unprotected. McTurk, soon after their return from their unsuccessful descent upon the Gresham station, suspecting that, as they had been tracked to the range, an attempt might be by the mounted police to thoroughly explore the wild fast nesses of the mountains, had caused a barrel of gunpowder to be jammed in the rocks about the opening, and a fuse laid a few yards inside the entrance. That night, for the first time, a man was stationed at the mouth of the cave to stand watch, and was relieved every hour by a comrade. The unsuspecting invaders silently approached the stronghold, but not so silently but their presence was de tected by the man on watch. He darted back and fired the fuse as the police, headed 1iy Dick, came clustering up to the opening. The young American suddenly saw the sputtering slow match rushing toward them like a fiery snake. Re comprehended the trap and roared out: "Look out I Back, all of you! Throw yourselves on the ground or you are lost!" The words were hardly out of his mouth before the ex plosion came. The rocks heaved and split asunder as if they were living things, great masses flew through the air, while a dense, sulphurous smoke rendered the mouth of the cave invisible for several minutes. Dick escaped instant death by the skin of his teeth, but many of the police and herdsmen were more or less severely wounded. Fortunatly, not one of them was killed, nor actually p:ut out of business. "Forward, my lads I" cried the officer in command of the expedition, as soon as the air cleared, and a rush was


28 ADRIFT ON THE WORLD. made into the passage where the bushrangers were caught like rats in a trap. A desperate fight ensued-a fight to the death, for the rascals asked not nor did they expect any mercy. "It was an accident," gasped Martin, fairly 'brought to bay. ."I struck him down, but I did not intend to kill him." "But you did, and then you fled the lighthouse next day. Capture meant a short shift at the end of a noosed rope, and they preferred to die with their boots on upon their o

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C S author of "How to Hypnotize," etc. PALMISTRY. No 82. HOW T O DO PALMISTRY.-Containing the most ap p roved methods of reading the lines on the hand, together with a full explanation of their meaning Also explaining phrenology, and the key for telling character by the bumps on. the head By Leo Hugo Koch, A C S. Fully illustrated HYPNOTISM. No 83. HOW T O HYPNOTIZE.-Containing valuable and in structive information regarding the science of hypnotism. Also e xplaining the most approved methods which are employed by the hypnotists of the world. By Loo Hugo Koch, A.C .S. S PORTING. No. 21. HOW T O HUNT AND FISH.-Tbe most complete hunting and fishing guide ever published. It contains full in s tructions about guns, hunting dogs, traps, trapping and fishing, together with desciiptions of game and fish. No. 26. HOW TO ROW, SAIL AND BUILD A BOAT.-Fully ill ustrated. Every boy should know how to row and sail a boat. F ull instructions are given. in this little book, together with in s tructions on swimming and riding, companion sports to boo.ting. No. 47 HOW TO BREAK, RIDE AND DRIVE A HORSE. A complete treatise on the horse. Describing the most useful horses fo r business, the best horses for the road ; also valuable recipes for aise a ses pectlliar to the horse. No. 48. HOW TO BUILD AND SAIL CANOES.-A bandy book for boys containing full directions for constructing canoes a nd the most popular manner of sailing them. Fully illustrated. B y C S tansfield Hicks FORTUN E TELLING. N o 1. N APOLEON'S ORACULUM AND DREAM BOOK. Co ntaini n g the great oracle of human destiny ; also the true mean in g of a l most any kind of dreams, together with charms, ceremonies, and curious "ames of cards. .A. complete book. No. 23. HOW 'l'O EXPLAIN DREAMS.-Everybody dreams, fro m the little child to _the aged man and woman. This lit tle boo.k g ives the explanation to all kinds of, together with lucky a nd unluc k y Jays, and "Napoleon's Oracul\.Jm," the book of fate. No. 28 HOW TO TELL FORTUNES,-Everyone is desirous of kn owing what his future life will bring forth, whether happiness or mi sery, wealth or poverty. You can tell by a g l ance at this little b ook Buy one and be convinced. Tell your own fortune. Tell t h e fortune <>f your friends No. 76 HOW TO TELL FORTUNES BY THE HAND.C ontainin g rules for telling fortunes by the aid of lines of the hantl, o r the secret of palmistry. Also the secret of telling future events by aid of mol es, mark s, sc a rs, etc. Illustrated. By A. Anderson. ATHLETIC. No. 6 HOW T O BECOME AN ATHLETE.-Giving full in s truction for the use of dumb bells, Indian clubs, parallel bars, h orizonta l bars and various other methods of developing a good, h ealthy m u sc le; containing over sixty illustrations. Every boy can b ecome strong anJ healthy by following the instructions contained in this little book, No. 10 HOW TO BOX.-Tbe art of self defense made easy. C ontaining over thirty illustrations of guards, blows, and the dilfer ent positions of a good boxer Every boy should obtain one of t hese useful and instructive books, as it willteach you how to box without an instructor. No. 25 HOW TO BECOME A GYMNAST.-Containing full instructions for all kinds of gymnastic sports and athletic exercises. E mbracing illustrati ons. By Professo r W. Macdonald. A handy and useful book. No. 34. HOW .ro FENCE.-Containing full instruction for fencing and the use of the broadsworJ; also instruction in archery. D escribed vrith twenty-one practical illustrations, giving the best p ositions i n fe n cing. A complete book. TRICKS WITH C ARDS. No. 51. HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH CARDS.-Containing ex p lanations of t'he general principles of sleight-of-hand applicable to card tricks; of card tricks with ordinary cards, and not requiring al eight of-hand; of tricks involving sleight of-hand, or the use of 91>'Cially p re p a r ed B u Profess or Haffne r Illustrated. N<;>. 72. HOW TO DO SIXTY RICKS WITH CARDS.-Ein bracmg all of the latest and most deceptive card tricks, with il lustrations. By A Anderson. No. 77. HOW TO DO FOR'l'Y TRICKS WITH CARDS deceptive Card Tricks as performed by leading and magicians. Arranged for home amusement Fully illustrated. MAGIC. No. ? HOW TO DO TRICKS.-The great book o f magic and card tricks, containing full instruction on all the leading card tricks of the day, also most popular magical illusions as performed by our leadmg mag1c1ans ; every boy sho u ld obtain a copy of this book, as it will both amuse and instruct. No: 22. TO DO SECOND SIGHT.-Heller's second sigh t explamed his former assistant, Fred Hunt, Jr. Explaining how the irecret dialogues were carried on between the magician and the boy on the stage; also giving all the codes and signals. The only authentic explanation of second sight No. 43. HOW TO BECOME A MAGICIAR-Containing the c;>f magical illusions ever placed before the public. Also tric ks with cards, incantations, etc. No. 68. TO DO CHEMICAL TRICKS.-Containing ove r one hundred highly amusing and instructive tricks with chemicals. By A. Anderson. Handsomely illustrateJ. No. 69. HOW TO DO SLEIGHT OF HAND.-Oontaining o ve r of the latest and best tricks used by magicians. Also contain m1;1.the secret of second sight. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson . .No .. 70. HOW '.1'0 MAKE MAGIC TOYS.-Containing full directions for makmg. Magic 'l'oys and devices of many kinds. By A Anderson. Fully 1llust1ated, No. 73 HOW TO DO TRICKS WITH NUMBERS.-Showing many curious tricks with figures and the magic of numbers By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. _No. 7_5, HO\Y TO A CONJUROR. Containing tri. c ks "'.1t1!-Domm?s, Dice, Cups and Balls, Hats, etc. Embracing th1rty-s1x 1Jlustrat,ions. By A. Anderson. No. 78. TO DO THE .BLACK a com plete description of the mysteries 'of Magic and Sleight of Hand togethe1 with many wonderful experiments. By A. Anderson'. Illustrated. MECH ANICAL, No. 29 HOW TO BECOME AN INVENTOR.-Every bo y how This book explains them all, g1v1l:!g examples. m electr1c1ty, hydraulics, magnetism, optics, pneumat,1cs, mechanics, etc. The most instructive book published. No. 51;), HOW TO AN ENGINEER.-Containing full mstruct10ns how to proceed m order to become a locomotive en al s o dir'.cti.ons for a model locomotive; togethe r with a full description of everythmg an engineer should know No. 57 HOW 'l'O MAKE MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS,-Full dire c tions how to make a Banjo, Violin, Zither, 1Eolian Harp Xylo phone and othe r musical instruments; together with a brief de scription of nearly every musical instrument used in ancient or modern times. Profusely illustrated. By Algernon S. Fitzgerald for twenty years bandmaster of the Royal Bengal Marines. No, 59 HOW TO MAKE A MAGIC LANTERN.-Containing a description of the lantern, together with its history and invention. A l so full directions for Its use and for painting slides. Handsomel y illustrated. By John Allen. No. 71. HOW TO DO MECHANICAL TRICKS.-Contain in g complete instructions for performing over sixty Mechanica l Tricks. By A. Anderson. Fully illustrated. LETTER WRITING. No. 11. ROW TO WRITE LOVE-LETTERS.A most co m plete little book, containing full directions for writing love-letters, and when to use them_,__giving specimen letters for young and old. No. 12. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO LADIES,-Giving complete instructions for writing letters to l adies o n all subjects; also letters of introduction, notes and requests. No 24. HOW TO WRITE LETTERS TO GENTLEMEN. Containing full directions for writing to gentlemen on all subjects; also giving sample letters for instruction. No. 53. HOW TO WRITE LET'l'ERS.A wonderful little book, telling you bow to write to your sweetheart, your father, mother, sister, brother, employer; and, in fact, everybody and any body you wish to write to. Every young man and every young lady in the land s'hould have this book. No, 74, HOW TO WRITE LETTERS OORRECTLY.-Con taining full instructions for writing letters o n almost any subject; als o rules for p unctuation. a n d comp o sition, with l etters.


THE STAGE. No. 41. THE BOYS OF NEW YORK END MEN'S JOKF.l BOOK.-Containing a great variety of the latest jokes used by the most famous end men. No amateur minstrels is complete without this wonderfu l little book. No. 42 THE BOYS OF NEW YORK STUMP SPEJAKERContai!1ing a varied of stump speeches, Negro, Dutch and Irish. Also end mens Jokes. Just the thing' for home amuse ment and amateuJ' shows. No. 45. THF.l BOYS OF NEJW YORK MINSTREL GUIDEJ AND JOKJjJ BOOK.-Something new and very instructive. Every boy should obtain this book, as it contains full instructions for or ganizing an amateur minstrel troupe. No. 65. MULDOON'S JOKES.-This is one of the most original joke books ever published, and it is brimful of wit and humor It contains a large collection of songs, jokes, conundrums etc: of Terrence Muldoon, the great wit, humorist, and practical' of the day. Every boy w.ho can enjoy a good substantial joke should o btain a copy immediately. No. 79. HOW TO BECOME AN ACTOR.-Containing com plete instructions how to make up for various characters on the stage; together with the duties of the Stage Manager, Prompte r Scenic Artist and Property Man. By a prominent Stage Manager'. No. 80 GUS WILLIAMS' JOKE BOOK.-Containing the lat est jokes, anecdotes and fun' stories of this world-renowned and ever popular German comedian. Sixty-four pages; handsome colored cover containing a half-tone photo of the author. HOUSEKEEPING. No. 16. HOW TO KEEP A WINDOW GARDEN.-Containing full instructions fot constructing a window garden either in town or country, and the most approved methods for raising beautiful flowers at home. The most complete book of the kind ever pub lished. No. 30. HOW '1'0 COOK.-One of the most instructive books on cooking ever published. It contains recipes for cooking meats, fish, game, 'and oysters ; also pies, puddings, cakes and all kinds of pastry, and a grand collection of recipes by one of our most popular cooks. No. 37. HOW TO KEJEP HOUSE.-It contains information for everybody, boys, girls, men and women; it will teach you how to make almost anything around the house, such as parlor ornaments, brackets, cements, Aeolian harps, and bird lime for catching birds. ELECTRICAL. No. 46. HOW TO MAKE AND USEJ ELECTRICITY.-A de scription of the wouver published, and there's millions (of fun) in it. manner of preparing and submitting manuscript. Also containin c No 20. HOW TO ENTERTAIN AN EVEJN!NG P.A.RTY.-A valuable information as to the n eatness legibility and genera l com very valuable little book just published. A complete compendium position of" manuscript, essential to a successful author. By Prince of games, sports, card diversions, comic r ecitations, etc., suitable Hiland . for parlor or drawing-room.entertainment. It contains more for the No. 38. HOW T9 .BECOME YOUR won money than an:v hook published. derful book, \!-Seful and mformation m the No 35. HOW TO PLAY G.A.MEl;!.-A complete and useful little treatment of ordmary dis eases and ailments common to every book, containing the rules and regulations of billiards, bagatelle, family. .Abounding in useful and effective recipes for general com ba ckgammon, croquet. dominoes, etc. plaints. No. 36. HOW TO SOLVffi CONUNDRUMS.-Containing all No. 55. HOW TO COLLECT ST.A.MPS AND COINS.-Con the leading conundrums of the day, amusing riddles, eurious catches taining valuable information r egarding the collecting and arranging and witty sayings. of stamps and coins. Handsomely illustrated. No. 52. HOW 1'0 PLAY complete and handy little No. 58. HOW TO BE A DETECTIVE.-By Old King Brady, book, giving the rules and r,_ 'irections for playing Euchre, Crib the world-known detective. In which he lays down some valuable bage, Cas ino, Fortv-Five, ce, Pedro Sancho, Draw Poke r, and sensible rules for beginners, and also relates some Auction Pitch, All Fours, and many other popular games of cards. and experiences of well-known detectives. No. 66. HOW TO DO l>UZZLES.-Containing over three bunNo. 60. HOW TO BECOME A PHOTOGRAPHER.-Contain dred interesting puzzles and conundrums, with kef to same. A ing useful information regarding the Camera and how to work it; complete book. Fully illustrated. By A. Anderson. also how to make Photographic Magic Lantern Slide s and other ETIQUETTE. Handsol!lely illustrated. By Captain W. Dew. No. 13. HOW TO DO IT; OR, BOOK OF ETIQUETTE.-It No. 62. HOW TO BECOME A WEST POINT MILITARY is a great life secret, and one that every young man desires to know C.A.DET.-Containing full explanations how to gain admittance, all about. There's happiness in it. course of Stu

WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY A CQMPLETE STORY EVERY 'WEEK 5 Cents BY THE BEST AUTHORS Price 5 Cents .... HANDSOME ILLUSTRATED COVERS ,. .,-32-PAOES OP READING MATTER '""9IJ .... ISSUED EVERY FRIDAY -.. r Interesting Stories of Adventure in All Parjs of the World -..TAKE NOTICE! ,_ This handsome weekly contains intensely intere sting stories of adventure on a great variety or s ubjects. Each numb e r is r e pl e te with rousing s ituation s and lively incid ents. The h e roe s ar e b r ight, manly fellows, who over c ome all obs tacles by sh eer force of brains and g r i t and win well s u ccess We have secur e d a st aff of new authors, who write these s tories in a manner which will b e a s ource of pl e a s ure and profit to the reader. Each numb e r ha s a handsom e color e d illu s tration mad e b y the mos t exp ert artists. Large s ums of money are being s pent to make this one of the best weeklies ever published. ..... Here is a List of Some of the Titles ..... No. 1 Smashing the Auto Record; or, Bart Wilson at the Speed Lever. BY EDWARD N. Fox Is$ued Apr. 20th " " " 2 Off' the Ticker; or, Fate at a Moment's Notice. BY ToM DAWSON 3 From Cadet to Captain; or, Dick Danforth's West Point Nerve. BY LrnuT. J. J. BARRY 4 The Get-There Boys; or, Making Things Hum in Honduras. BY FRED WARBURTON 5 Written in Cipher; or, The Skein Jack Barry Unravelled. BY PROF. OLIVER OWENS 6 The No-Good Boys; or Downing a Tough Name. BY A. HOWARD DE W:iTT 7 Kicked oft' the Earth; or, Ted Trim's Hard Luck Cure. BY ROB ROY 8 Doing It Duick; or, Ike Brown's Hustle at Panama. BY CAPTAIN HAWTHORN, u. s. N. " " " " 2 7th M a y 4th 11th 1 8th 25th June lat 8th For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent to any address on receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in money or postage stamps, by TOUSEY, Publisher, 24, :New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS of our libraries, r ncl c a nnot procure them from n e wsdealers, they can b e obtained from this office direct Cut out a'n'd fill in the f ollowing Order Blank and send it t o us with the price of the books you want and w e will send th e m to you by re-turn mail. POSTAGE STAMPS TAKEN THE SAME AS MONEY . . . . . . . . . . . ...................................................... ....................... H:iANK T O US EY,' Publi s her, 24 Union Square, New York. . 190 l J un SmEnclo s ed find ...... cents for which please send me: ... copies of 'FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, Nos ............ " WIDE AWAKE WEEKLY, Nos ....................................... "WORK AND WIN, Nos ........................... : ........... " FRANK MANLEY S WEEKLY, Nos ........... . " \VILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ..................................... '' PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos .............................. !1 . ,, . " SECRET SERVICE, Nos ........... .,.., .... " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '76, NOS ...................................................... .. " THE YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKLY, Nos ........... .... . . " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos .................................................. ... Nam e ......................... :street and No .................. Town ...... State .. .


Fame and Fortune Weekly STORIES OF BOYS WHO MAKE MONEY By A SELF-MADE MAN 32 Pages of Reading Matter Handsome Colored Covers A New One Issued Every Friday This Weekly contains interesting stories of smart boys, who win fame and fortune by their ability to take advantage of passing opportunities. Some of these stories are founded on true incidents in the lives of our most successful self-made men, an_ d show how a boy of p l uck, perseverance and brains can become famous and wealthy. Every one of this serieil contains a good moral tone which makes "Fame and Fortune Weekly" a magazine fo r the home, although each number i s replete with exciting adventures. The stories are the very best obtainable, the illustrations are by expert artists. and every effort is constantly being made to make it the best weekly on the news stands. Tell your friends about it. ALREADY PUBLISHED. 1 A Lucky Deal; or, The Cutest Boy in Wall Street. 2 Born to Good Luck; or, The Boy Who Succeeded. 3 A Corner in Corn; or, How a Chicago Boy Did the Trick 4 A Game of Chance: or, The Boy Who Won Out. 5 Hard to Beat; or, The Cleverest Boy in Wall Street. 6 Building a Railroad; or, The Young Contractors of Lake-view. 7 Winning His Way; or, The Youngest Editor in Green River. 8 The Wheel of Fortune; or, The Record of a Self-Made Boy. 9 Nip and Tuck; or, Young Brokers of Wall Street. 10 A Copper Harvest; or; "The Boys WhoWorked a Deserted Mine. 11 A Lucky Penny; or, The Fortunes of a Boston Boy. 12 A Diamond in the Rough; or, A Brave Boys Start In Life. 13 Baiting the Bears; or, The Nerviest Boy in Wall Street. 14 A Gold Brick; or, The Boy Who Could Not be Downed. 15 A Streak of Luck; or, The Boy Who Fea,thered His Nest 16 A Good Thing; or, The Boy Who Made a Fortune. 17 King of the Market; or, The Youngest Trader in Wall Street. 18 Pure Grit; or, One Boy in a Thousand. 19 A Rise in Life; or, The Career of a Factory Boy. 20 A Barrel of Money; or, A Bright Boy in Wall Street. 21 All to the Good; or, From Call Boy to Manager. 22 How He Got There; or, The Pluckiest Boy of Them AU. 23 Bound to Win; or, The Boy Who Got Rich. 24 Pushing It Through; or, The Fate of a Lucky Boy. 25 A Born Speculator; or, the Young Sphinx of Wall Street. 26 The Way to Success; or, The Boy Who Got There. 27 Struck Oil; or, The Boy Who Made a Million. 28 A Golden Risk; The Young Miners of Della Cruz. 29 A Sure Winner; or, The Boy Who Went Out With a Circus. 30 Golden Fleece; or, The Boy Brokers of Wall Street. 31 A Mad Cap Scheme; or, The Boy Treasure Hunters of Co cos Island. 32 Adrift on the World; or, Winking His Way to Fortune. F o r sale by all newsdealers, o r will be sent to any address o n receipt of price, 5 cents per copy, in m oney or postage stamps, by FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 24 Union Square, New York. IF YOU WANT ANY BACK NUMBERS o f our Libraries and cannot procure them from n ewsdealers, they can be obtained from this office direct. Cut out and till in the following Orde r Blank and send it to u s with the price of the books you want and we will send them t o you b y ret urn mail. POS'L'AGE STAMP S 'l'HE SAME AS MONEY. FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher 2-t Union Square, New York. ............. ......... ... 1 9 0 DEAR Sm-Enclosed find .... . cents for which please send me: .... copies of 'VORK AND 'VIN Nos ... _. . .... . ............................. .................. " WILD WEST WEEKLY, Nos ...... . ..... ............... ..... .................. . .. " THE LIBERTY BOYS OF '?'6, Nos ...................................................... " PLUCK AND LUCK, Nos: ............................. ...................... ....... " SECRET SERVJCE, Nos ............................................................. " FRANK MANLEY'S WEEKLY, Nos ... ............................................... " FAME AND FORTUNE WEEKLY, No'> ................................................ " THE YOUNG ATHLETE'S WEEKLY, Nos ................................. ............ " Ten-Cent Hand Books, Nos ........... ...... .............. ....................... Name ... ....................... S t r e e t and No .............. ..... Town ......... State ..........


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