قراءة كتاب The Rival Campers Afloat; or, The Prize Yacht Viking
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The Rival Campers Afloat; or, The Prize Yacht Viking
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.