| chapter | page | |
| [I.] | Larry and His Friends | 1 |
| [II.] | A Storm on the Pacific | 10 |
| [III.] | Larry Learns Something | 20 |
| [IV.] | The Russian Sailor's Plot | 29 |
| [V.] | Signs of a Mutiny | 38 |
| [VI.] | The Fight for the Ship | 47 |
| [VII.] | The Mutineers in Possession | 56 |
| [VIII.] | Turning the Tables | 66 |
| [IX.] | Close to a Waterspout | 76 |
| [X.] | Something about War and Fighting Ships | 86 |
| [XI.] | An Order to Lay-to | 95 |
| [XII.] | Taken as a Prize of War | 103 |
| [XIII.] | Prisoners on the Pocastra | 113 |
| [XIV.] | Progress of the War | 122 |
| [XV.] | A Sharp Naval Battle | 132 |
| [XVI.] | Aboard a Japanese Warship | 140 |
| [XVII.] | The Retaking of the Columbia | 148 |
| [XVIII.] | A Clever Ruse | 156 |
| [XIX.] | The Disappearance of the Enemy | 164 |
| [XX.] | Larry before Admiral Togo | 171 |
| [XXI.] | Letters of Interest | 180 |
| [XXII.] | A Meeting and a Plot | 189 |
| [XXIII.] | The Attack in the Dark | 198 |
| [XXIV.] | The Defense of the Powder Train | 206 |
| [XXV.] | Bombarding a Port Arthur Fort | 215 |
| [XXVI.] | Ben Meets Captain Barusky | 223 |
| [XXVII.] | A Fierce Battle at Sea | 232 |
| [XXVIII.] | The Siege of Port Arthur | 240 |
| [XXIX.] | From One Difficulty to Another | 248 |
| [XXX.] | A Surprise for Larry | 258 |
| [XXXI.] | A Call to Repel Boarders | 266 |
| [XXXII.] | Fall of Port Arthur—Conclusion | 274 |
AT THE FALL OF PORT ARTHUR
AT THE FALL OF PORT
ARTHUR
[CHAPTER I]
LARRY AND HIS FRIENDS
"Unless I miss my guess, Luke, we are going to have a storm."
"Jest what I was thinking, Larry. And when it comes I allow as how it will be putty heavy," replied Luke Striker, casting an eye to the westward, where a small dark cloud was beginning to show above the horizon.
"Well, we can't expect fine weather all the time," went on Larry Russell, inspecting the cloud with equal interest. "We want some wind anyway," he added. "We are not making this return trip to Nagasaki nearly as fast as we made the trip to Manila."
Luke Striker, a bronzed and weather-beaten Yankee sailor, rubbed his chin reflectively. "I was jest thinking o' the day I spied the old Columbia in Manila harbor," he said, meditatively. "Tell ye, Larry, the sight 'most struck me dumb. 'The Columbia,' sez I to myself. An' then I thought I must be a-dreamin'. I wanted to find this ship ag'in in the worst way."
"The ship certainly seems like a home to me, Luke—and I reckon she always will seem that way. I've traveled a good many miles in her, since I first struck her at Honolulu in the Hawaiian Islands," responded Larry Russell.