Contents

CHAPTERPAGE
[I.]THE CALL1
[II.]A FOREST ENVOY17
[III.]AN INVISIBLE CHASE39
[IV.]TAKING A "GALLEON"54
[V.]ON THE GREAT RIVER74
[VI.]BATTLE AND STORM96
[VII.]THE LONE VOYAGER115
[VIII.]THE CHATEAU OF BEAULIEU133
[IX.]PAUL AND THE SPANIARD153
[X.]A BARBARIC ORDEAL171
[XI.]THE SPANIARD'S OFFER181
[XII.]THE SHADOW IN THE FOREST196
[XIII.]THE WHITE STALLION214
[XIV.]NEW ORLEANS230
[XV.]BEFORE BERNARDO GALVEZ251
[XVI.]IN PRISON271
[XVII.]THE FLAW IN THE ARMOR285
[XVIII.]NORTHWARD WITH THE FLEET302
[XIX.]THE BATTLE OF THE BANK322
[XX.]THE BATTLE OF THE BAYOU334
[XXI.]THE DEFENSE OF THE FIVE349
[XXII.]THE CHOSEN TASK361

THE FREE RANGERS


CHAPTER I

THE CALL

The wilderness rolled away to north and to south, and also it rolled away to east and to west, an unbroken sweep of dark, glossy green. Straight up stood the mighty trunks, but the leaves rippled and sang low when a gentle south wind breathed upon them. It was the forest as God made it, the magnificent valley of North America, upon whose edges the white man had just begun to nibble.

A young man, stepping lightly, came into a little glade. He was white, but he brought with him no alien air. He was in full harmony with the primeval woods, a part of them, one in whose ears the soft song of the leaves was a familiar and loved tune. He was lean, but tall, and he walked with a wonderful swinging gait that betokened a frame wrought to the strength of steel by exercise, wind, weather, and life always in the open. Though his face was browned by sun and storm his hair was yellow and his eyes blue. He was dressed wholly in deerskin and he carried over his shoulder the long slender rifle of the border. At his belt swung hatchet and knife.