The Boy Ranchers of Puget Sound
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Bindloss Harold. The Boy Ranchers of Puget Sound
CHAPTER I. FRANK GOES WEST
CHAPTER II. THE BUSH
CHAPTER III. THE RANCH
CHAPTER IV. TARGET PRACTICE
CHAPTER V. THE MYSTERIOUS SCHOONER
CHAPTER VI. AT THE HELM
CHAPTER VII. A WARNING
CHAPTER VIII. SALMON SPEARING
CHAPTER IX. A PLAIN HINT
CHAPTER X. A BREEZE OF WIND
CHAPTER XI. MR. BARCLAY JOINS THE PARTY
CHAPTER XII. THE STRANGER
CHAPTER XIII. THE SCHOONER REAPPEARS
CHAPTER XIV. A TEST OF ENDURANCE
CHAPTER XV. A MIDNIGHT VISITOR
CHAPTER XVI. FRANK KILLS A DEER
CHAPTER XVII. MR. WEBSTER'S GUNS
CHAPTER XVIII. RUNNING A CARGO
CHAPTER XIX. THE CACHE
CHAPTER XX. MR. WEBSTER'S SLASHING
CHAPTER XXI. A NIGHT ON THE SANDS
CHAPTER XXII. THE ULTIMATUM
CHAPTER XXIII. MR. OLIVER OUTWITS HIS WATCHERS
CHAPTER XXIV. A FAST RUN
CHAPTER XXV. THE UNITED STATES MAIL
CHAPTER XXVI. MR. BARCLAY LAYS HIS PLANS
CHAPTER XXVII. THE DERELICT
CHAPTER XXVIII. A GRIM DISCOVERY
CHAPTER XXIX. THE RAID
CHAPTER XXX. THE RELIEF OF THE RANCH
CHAPTER XXXI. FRANK BECOMES A RANCH OWNER
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Frank awoke a little before daylight, feeling considerably better. The nausea and dizziness had gone, and the sloop seemed to be lying almost still, which was a relief to him. Then he noticed by the light of a lamp that his companions' places were empty, and presently he heard them talking in the well. Crawling out through the narrow doorway, he stood up shivering in the coldness of the dawn.
There were dim black trees and shadowy rocks close in front of him, with a white wash about the latter, for a smooth swell worked in around a point from open water. He could hear the rumble of the surf upon the reefs, and though he could scarcely feel a breath of wind upon his face the wailing of the black pines suggested that it was blowing still. He could smell the clean resinous scent of them and it seemed to him that they were singing wild, barbaric songs. Afterward, when he knew them better, he learned that the pines and their kin, the cedars and balsams and redwoods, are never silent altogether. Even when their fragrance steals out heavy and sweet as honey under the fierce sunshine of a windless day, one can hear faint elfin whisperings high up among their somber spires. Then he saw that Jake was standing on the side deck, apparently gazing at the white surf about the end of the point.
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"Scared?" asked Harry, looking at him curiously.
"I am, but it's not that altogether."
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