RALESTONE LUCK

By ANDRÉ NORTON

Author of The Prince Commands

ILLUSTRATED BY JAMES REID

D. APPLETON-CENTURY COMPANY
INCORPORATED
NEW YORK 1938 LONDON

Copyright, 1938, by
D. Appleton-Century Company, Inc.

All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, must not be reproduced in any form without permission of the publisher.

PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

TO
D. B. N.
In return for many miles of proof so diligently read

"How hold ye Lorne?" Rupert's softly spoken question brought the well-remembered answer to Val's lips: "By the oak leaf, by the sea wave, by the broadsword blade, thus hold we Lorne!"

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. THE RALESTONES COME HOME
CHAPTER II. THE LUCK OF THE LORDS OF LORNE
CHAPTER III. THE RALESTONES ENTERTAIN AN UNOBTRUSIVE VISITOR
CHAPTER IV. PISTOLS FOR TWO—COFFEE FOR ONE
CHAPTER V. THEIR TENANT DISCOVERS THE RALESTONES
CHAPTER VI. SATAN GOES A-HUNTING AND FINDS WORK FOR IDLE HANDS
CHAPTER VII. BY OUR LUCK!
CHAPTER VIII. GREAT-UNCLE RICK WALKS THE HALL
CHAPTER IX. PORTRAIT OF A LADY AND A GENTLEMAN
CHAPTER X. INTO THE SWAMP
CHAPTER XI. RALESTONES TO THE RESCUE!
CHAPTER XII. THE RALESTONES BRING HOME A RELUCTANT GUEST
CHAPTER XIII. ON SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS—
CHAPTER XIV. PIRATE WAYS ARE HIDDEN WAYS
CHAPTER XV. PIECES OF EIGHT—RALESTONES' FATE!
CHAPTER XVI. RALESTONES STAND TOGETHER
CHAPTER XVII. THE RETURN OF RICK RALESTONE
CHAPTER XVIII. RUPERT BRINGS HOME HIS MARCHIONESS

ILLUSTRATIONS

"How hold ye Lorne?" Rupert's softly spoken question brought the well-remembered answer to Val's lips: "By the oak leaf, by the sea wave, by the broadsword blade, thus hold we Lorne!"

"I'se Lucy," she stated, thoroughly at her ease. "An' dis is Letty-Lou"

Ricky lifted off the cover. Val stared at the canvas

"It's a genuine Audubon," Charity said

Zzzzzrupp! Satan was industriously ripping the remnants of lining from its interior

The canoe floated almost of its own volition into a dead and distorted strip of country

At the bayou at last, they wriggled Jeems awkwardly into the boat

Then came a tree burdened with a small 'coon which stared at the boy piteously, its eyes green in the light

Ricky held aloft a great war sword. There could be no doubt in any of them—the Luck of Lorne had returned

RALESTONE LUCK