ISBN: 2940013392540

CONTENTSChapter I The Inspiration II The Beginning of Flight III The First Obstacle IV Ready for the Sea V Mr. and Miss Ridge Sail for Manila VI Henry Veath VII Glum … Plus…

CONTENTSChapter I The Inspiration II The Beginning of Flight III The First Obstacle IV Ready for the Sea V Mr. and Miss Ridge Sail for Manila VI Henry Veath VII Glum Days for Mr. Ridge VIII The Beautiful Stranger IX Mr. Ridegway's Amazement X A Sharp Encounter XI Discovered XII The Harlequin's Errand XIII The Confession of Veath XIV One Love against Another XV The Wreck of the _Tempest Queen_ XVI The Night and the Morning XVII Was the Sea Kind? XVIII The Wonderful Land XIX The First Day in the Wilds XX The Sign of Distress XXI Gods from the Sea XXII Flesh Succeeds Stone XXIII The Transformation Begins XXIV Nedra XXV The Coming of the Enemy XXVI On the Eve of Battle XXVII The Lady Tennys ReserveXXVIII To the Victor Belongs--? XXIX The Other Surrender XXX Where There is No Minister XXXI The Wedding Ring XXXII The Cruiser _Winnetka_XXXIII Apparitions XXXIV The Course of True Love XXXV History Repeats ItselfCHAPTER ITHE INSPIRATIONA tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to thedoorway of a mansion in one of Chicago's most fashionable avenues. Afterpushing the button sharply he jerked out his watch and guessed at thetime by the dull red light from the panel in the door. Then he hastilybrushed from the sleeve of his coat the telltale billiard chalk, whosepresence reminded him that a general survey might be a wise precaution.He was rubbing a white streak from his trousers' leg when the door flewopen and the butler admitted him to the hallway. This personage relievedhim of his hat, coat and stick and announced:Miss Vernon is w'itin' for you, sir.How the devil did I happen to let eight o'clock strike nine before Iknew it? muttered the visitor. He was at the drawing-room door as heconcluded this self-addressed reproach, extending both hands toward theyoung woman who came from the fireplace to meet him.How late you are, Hugh, she cried, half resentfully. He bent forwardand kissed her.Late? It isn't late, dear. I said I couldn't come before eight, didn'tI? Well, it's eight, isn't it?It's nearly seventy minutes past eight, sir. I've been waiting andwatching the hands on the clock for just sixty minutes.I never saw such a perfect crank about keeping time as thatgrandfatherly clock of yours. It hasn't skipped a second in twocenturies, I'll swear. You see, I was playing off the odd game withTom Ditton. Digital Content>E-books>Classics>Coll Classics>Coll Classics, SAP Digital >16<

ISBN: 2940013392540

CONTENTSChapter I The Inspiration II The Beginning of Flight III The First Obstacle IV Ready for the Sea V Mr. and Miss Ridge Sail for Manila VI Henry Veath VII Glum … Plus…

CONTENTSChapter I The Inspiration II The Beginning of Flight III The First Obstacle IV Ready for the Sea V Mr. and Miss Ridge Sail for Manila VI Henry Veath VII Glum Days for Mr. Ridge VIII The Beautiful Stranger IX Mr. Ridegway's Amazement X A Sharp Encounter XI Discovered XII The Harlequin's Errand XIII The Confession of Veath XIV One Love against Another XV The Wreck of the _Tempest Queen_ XVI The Night and the Morning XVII Was the Sea Kind? XVIII The Wonderful Land XIX The First Day in the Wilds XX The Sign of Distress XXI Gods from the Sea XXII Flesh Succeeds Stone XXIII The Transformation Begins XXIV Nedra XXV The Coming of the Enemy XXVI On the Eve of Battle XXVII The Lady Tennys ReserveXXVIII To the Victor Belongs--? XXIX The Other Surrender XXX Where There is No Minister XXXI The Wedding Ring XXXII The Cruiser _Winnetka_XXXIII Apparitions XXXIV The Course of True Love XXXV History Repeats ItselfCHAPTER ITHE INSPIRATIONA tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to thedoorway of a mansion in one of Chicago's most fashionable avenues. Afterpushing the button sharply he jerked out his watch and guessed at thetime by the dull red light from the panel in the door. Then he hastilybrushed from the sleeve of his coat the telltale billiard chalk, whosepresence reminded him that a general survey might be a wise precaution.He was rubbing a white streak from his trousers' leg when the door flewopen and the butler admitted him to the hallway. This personage relievedhim of his hat, coat and stick and announced:Miss Vernon is w'itin' for you, sir.How the devil did I happen to let eight o'clock strike nine before Iknew it? muttered the visitor. He was at the drawing-room door as heconcluded this self-addressed reproach, extending both hands toward theyoung woman who came from the fireplace to meet him.How late you are, Hugh, she cried, half resentfully. He bent forwardand kissed her.Late? It isn't late, dear. I said I couldn't come before eight, didn'tI? Well, it's eight, isn't it?It's nearly seventy minutes past eight, sir. I've been waiting andwatching the hands on the clock for just sixty minutes.I never saw such a perfect crank about keeping time as thatgrandfatherly clock of yours. It hasn't skipped a second in twocenturies, I'll swear. You see, I was playing off the odd game withTom Ditton. Digital Content>E-books>Literature>Literature>Literature, SAP Digital >16<