| FACING PAGE |
| Bill O’ Burnt Bay and the Boys of the Spot Cash Could not Fathom the Mystery of the Black Eagle. | [Title] |
| Tog Thawed Into Limp and Servile Amiability. | [20] |
| Instinctively, He Covered His Throat With His Arms when Tog Fell Upon Him. | [28] |
| Plucking up His Courage, Donald Leaped for the Rock. | [58] |
| She Was Beating Laboriously into a Violent Head Wind. | [96] |
| Buffalo Horn Looked Steadily into Mcleod’s Eyes. | [125] |
| “––We Want to Charter the On Time and Trade the Ports of the French Shore.” | [197] |
| Señor Fakerino created Applause by Extracting Half Dollars From Vacancy. | [229] |