The Boy Aviators in Nicaragua; or, In League with the Insurgents
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Goldfrap John Henry. The Boy Aviators in Nicaragua; or, In League with the Insurgents
CHAPTER I. THE BOYS START FOR THE TROPICS
CHAPTER II. THE STORM-CLOUDS GATHER
CHAPTER III. BILLY BARNES OF THE PLANET
CHAPTER IV. THE TWO-FINGERED MAN
CHAPTER V. ROGERO IS CHECKMATED
CHAPTER VI. FRANK TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER VII. FEATHERING THE GOLDEN EAGLE
CHAPTER VIII. BILLY BARNES TAKES THE WARPATH
CHAPTER IX. THE MIDNIGHT BELL
CHAPTER X. THE ONE-EYED QUESAL
CHAPTER XI. BILLY BARNES IS TRAPPED
CHAPTER XII. THE AVIATOR BOYS’ BOLD DASH
CHAPTER XIII. FRANK TAKES A DESPERATE CHANCE
CHAPTER XIV. SAVED BY AN AEROPLANE
CHAPTER XV. THE BOYS DISCOVER THE TOLTEC’S “SESAME.”
CHAPTER XVI. THE FIGURE ON THE CLIFF
CHAPTER XVII. THE TOLTEC’S STAIR
CHAPTER XVIII. THE RAVINE OF THE WHITE SNAKES
CHAPTER XIX. THE BOYS ARE TRAPPED
CHAPTER XX. THE LONE CASTAWAY
CHAPTER XXI. DYNAMITING TO FREEDOM
CHAPTER XXII. IN AN AEROPLANE IN AN ELECTRIC STORM
CHAPTER XXIII. SAVED BY WIRELESS
CHAPTER XXIV. UNLOADING AN ARMY
CHAPTER XXV. LEAGUED WITH INSURGENTS
CHAPTER XXVI. THE FLOWER OF FLAME
CHAPTER XXVII. PRISONERS OF WAR
CHAPTER XXVIII. FACING DEATH
CHAPTER XXIX. FRIENDS IN NEED
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Señor Don Alfredo Chester, as the boy aviators’ father was known in Nicaragua, sat in a grass chair on the cool patio of his dazzlingly whitewashed hacienda on his plantation of La Merced. He thoughtfully smoked a long black cigar of native tobacco as he reclined. The lazy smoke from his weed curled languidly up toward the sparkling sapphire sky of the Nicaraguan dry season, which had just begun; but the thoughts of Planter Chester did not follow the writhing column.
Nor had he in fact any eye for the scene that stretched for miles about him, although it was one of perfect tropic beauty and luxuriance. Refreshed by the long rainy season which here endures from April to December everything glittered with a fresh, crisp green that contrasted delightfully with the occasional jeweled radiance of some gorgeously-plumaged bird flashing across a shaft of sunlight like a radiant streak of lightning. These brilliant apparitions vanished in the darker shades of the luxuriant growth like very spirits of the jungle.
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“I guessed it,” was the brief reply. “But why, if he knew the secret of the mines, did he not go there himself?”
“He went there once; but you who have lived long in this country know that, under Zelaya’s cruel rule he would have been worse than foolhardy to have brought out any of the miraculous wealth stored there. If Zelaya had heard of it he would have wrung the secret from him by torturing his children before his eyes.”
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