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| "An Indian sprang up behind him" | [Frontispiece] |
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| "The strange tow, slowly making its way up the harbour" | [13] |
| "She hovered like a gigantic fish" | [17] |
| "Then two dripping figures scrambled aboard" | [29] |
| "The explosion, close under their bows, of a giant fire-cracker" | [31] |
| "The Alfonso XIX. lay in a glow of diffused light that seemed to
come from beneath her very keel" | [33] |
| "Threw the whole harbour into an uproar of terror" | [35] |
| "The captain, overbalanced, dropped overboard, and disappeared
in the raging sea" | [43] |
| "Hullo, my young spitfire! so you want a lesson, do you?" | [47] |
| "What are those black things, Mr. Stevens?" | [54] |
| "In the dim light two curious objects appeared" | [63] |
| "The end appeared near" | [69] |
| "I immediately ran forward to the scene of action" | [77] |
| "Our gunners hammered away at Rosetta" | [85] |
| "Very cautiously we made our way down the sand-hills" | [91] |
| "As the fog cleared off, there appeared before us the Turkish
army" | [97] |
| "Our standing ranks gave them a rattling volley" | [105] |
| "I dropped senseless to the ground" | [111] |
| "Suddenly a fluttering book flew past his curly head" | [117] |
| "Turned up a rusty old claymore" | [124][!-- [Pg x] --] |
| "Alan refused to accept this offer of friendship" | [135] |
| "Colin handed him the lantern" | [146] |
| "Neil? my brother Neil?" | [151] |
| "Whisked himself round and held his tar-kettle and brush out like
a pair of balances" | [160] |
| "Rev'nue cutter," said Hezz shortly | [166] |
| "A vigorous cut divided the fishing-line" | [171] |
| "A signal! came the next moment in answer" | [181] |
| "For there below him, lit up by a few lanterns, he could make out
the hull of a great lugger" | [186] |
| "Oh," he cried, "there you are, sir!" | [193] |
| "Master Lahnce, lad!" cried the old man, making a grab at the
boy's hand | [201] |
| "A quiet smoke" | [205] |
| "This is a pleasant prospect" | [209] |
| "Caught a firm grip of her dress" | [214] |
| "Uttering a wild yell, rushed off towards the nearest hut" | [228] |
| "Mr. Urquhart tried the effect of the nine-pounders" | [233] |
| "Ran his finger along a map of France" | [242] |
| "We are soldiers, not——" | [251] |
| "Not so fast, mademoiselle, not so fast. What are you doing
here?" | [254] |
| The Rescue | [265] |
| "A friendship that eventually ripened—" | [269] |
| "I was afraid, and hid myself in the long rushes" | [273] |
| "Quiet! Josiah Blackstone" | [287] |
| "Be on your guard" | [295] |
| "With a shout of triumph she leaped into the water" | [303] |
| "He fell forward dead in the black swamp" | [307] |
| "He came heavily to the roadside grass, where he lay stunned" | [311][!-- [Pg xi] --] |
| "Sir Richard sat in his great chair on the daïs" | [315] |
| "I know where I am not wanted, at least" | [323] |
| "She seemed to care little" | [327] |
| "The next thing I knew was that my good steed was down on his
nose among the stones" | [336] |
| "We were met by a ragamuffin crowd of swarthy, black-haired,
fierce-eyed ruffians" | [349] |
| "A gang of some fifty negroes appeared" | [367] |
| "Borne aloft on a sort of rude throne supported upon the shoulders
of eight stalwart negroes" | [371] |
| "She waved her hand above her head by way of farewell" | [375] |
| "Before he could pull the trigger I had struck up the weapon" | [380] |
| "Horses, when required, could be lassoed" | [385] |
| "Was often away on horseback with her dogs" | [389] |
| "The great assemblage of all the cattle, known as the round up" | [403] |
| "Shot an unusually fine mountain lion" | [411] |
| "I struck Violetta sharply and she galloped off like an arrow" | [418] |
| "A loud shout burst from the bushes as he issued out" | [423] |