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The Rival Campers Afloat; or, The Prize Yacht Viking

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The
Rival Campers Afloat
Or, THE PRIZE YACHT VIKING

By
Ruel Perley Smith
Author of “The Rival Campers”

ILLUSTRATED BY
LOUIS D. GOWING

BOSTON
L. C. PAGE & COMPANY
1906

Copyright, 1906
By L. C. Page & Company
(INCORPORATED)

All rights reserved

First Impression, August, 1906

COLONIAL PRESS
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
Boston. U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Down the River 1
II. The Collision 15
III. A Rescue Unrewarded 28
IV. Squire Brackett Discomfited 39
V. Harvey Gets Bad News 56
VI. Out to the Fishing-grounds 73
VII. Near the Reefs 91
VIII. Little Tim a Strategist 108
IX. Harry Brackett Plays a Joke 126
X. Mr. Carleton Arrives 143
XI. Squire Brackett Is Puzzled 160
XII. The Surprise Sets Sail Again 180
XIII. Stormy Weather 192
XIV. The Man in the Cabin 206
XV. Mr. Carleton Goes Away 224
XVI. Searching the Viking 239
XVII. A Rainy Night 259
XVIII. Two Secrets Discovered 278
XIX. The Loss of the Viking 298
XX. Fleeing in the Night 318
XXI. A Timely Arrival 336

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

PAGE
The Crew of the Viking Meet Skipper Martel (Frontispiece) 98
“The boom brought up with a smashing blow against the Viking’s starboard quarter” 25
“‘Nonsense,’ roared the infuriated Squire. ‘He can sail a boat as good as you can’” 54
“‘Here, that’s our boat,’ cried Joe. ‘You’ve got no right to touch it’” 112
“‘Just tell them that you heard me say I was going back to Boston’” 236
“‘Get out of here,’ exclaimed Mr. Carleton, sharply” 335


THE RIVAL CAMPERS
AFLOAT

CHAPTER I.
DOWN THE RIVER

It was a pleasant afternoon in the early part of the month of June. The Samoset River, winding down prettily through hills and sloping farm lands to the bay of the same name, gleamed in the sunlight, now with a polished surface like ebony in some sheltered inlet, or again sparkling with innumerable points of light where its surface was whipped up into tiny waves by a brisk moving wind.

There had been rain for a few days before, and the weather was now clearing, with a smart westerly breeze that had come up in the morning, but was swinging in slightly to the southward. The great white cloud-banks had mostly passed on, and these were succeeded at present by swiftly moving clumps of smaller and lighter clouds, that drifted easily across the sky, like the sails below them over the surface of the water.

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