CONTENTS
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- The Middle of Nowhere [1]
- Amateur Castaways [14]
- Sensible Shoes [26]
- In the Night [38]
- A Secret for One [45]
- Canoedlings [61]
- Roulant Ma Boule [76]
- Cracking Veneers [88]
- Shipwreck [98]
- Horrors [111]
- "A Crackling of Thorns" [120]
- In Search of an Ancestor [128]
- At Camp Cousin [145]
- Of the Name of Bandish [157]
- Jean Ba'tiste [169]
- Marchons! [180]
- Roots and Herbs [191]
- Heights and Depths [203]
- In Durance Vile [214]
- Watson Grider [226]
- The Fairy Fortune [237]
ILLUSTRATIONS
| "No," said Prime soberly; "it was—er—it looks as if it might have been an aeroplane" | [Frontispiece] |
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| "Is it good?" she asked, when he had inhaled the first deep breath | [52] |
| "Hold her!" he shouted. "We've got to make the shore, if it smashes us!" | [108] |
| "Vraiment! she's one good gon," he commented . . . "W'ere you get 'um?" | [172] |
| "None o' that, now! Ye'll be puttin' yer hands up ower yer heids—the baith o' ye—or it'll be the waur f'r ye!" | [212] |
| "The account between us is too long to wait for daylight!" | [228] |