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[Illustration: LIKE LIGHTNING THE HUGE BOOM SWUNG AROUND, AND THE AVALANCHE OF MUD DESCENDED AT THE PONY'S FEET. _Page 128._
Charlie West and Walter Hazard With the Seminole Indians
"The Boy Chums Cruising In Florida Waters" "The Boy Chums In The Gulf Of Mexico" "The Boy Chums On Haunted Island" "The Boy Chums On Indian River" "The Boy Chums' Perilous Cruise" "The Boy Chums In The Forest"
CHAPTER PAGE I. THE BOY CHUMS 3 II. THE NEW VENTURE 11 III. INVESTIGATING 20 IV. BUNCOED 28 V. THE STRIKE 37 VI. LOYALTY 45 VII. CHARLEY HAS A NARROW ESCAPE 53 VIII. WALTER TAKES HIS FIRST LESSON IN RUNNING AN ENGINE 61 IX. BOB IS SENT HOME 69 X. WALTER AND THE ENGINEER GO A-HUNTING 76 XI. THE CONVICTS' CAMP 83 XII. CHARLEY GETS A NEW CREW 91 XIII. LOOKING AHEAD 98 XIV. SCOUTING 105 XV. THE FIRST BLOW 112 XVI. FIGHTING THE FIRE 120 XVII. THE CONVICTS 128 XVIII. THE MEDICINE MAN 136 XIX. THE OLD FORT 144 XX. THE HIDDEN VOICE 152 XXI. CHARLEY GETS A TELEGRAM 160 XXII. MOVING THE CAMP 168 XXIII. EXCITING EVENTS 176 XXIV. A CLEW 184 XXV. SICKNESS IN THE CAMP 192 XXVI. A MIDNIGHT RAID 200 XXVII. BURNING OUT THE JUNGLE 208 XXVIII. SHOOTING TO KILL 216 XXIX. THE SEMINOLE LAD 224 XXX. VISITORS 232 XXXI. MR. JONES BUYS THE OUTFIT 240 XXXII. THE MYSTERY SOLVED 248
"GOLLY! I'm getting powerful tired ob dis. Fish what just clusterers 'round youah bait an' won't bite at hit noways is jest trifling and noaccount. I reckon dey's too ornery an' too finiky anyway to be fit to eat. Well, here goes again, though hit ain't no use. I'se dun spit on mah bait fifty times, an' rubbed hit twice with my rabbit's foot, but hit doan' do a bit of good. Dey jes' look at hit an' grin like white folks at a nigger's wedding." The little ebony negro who had spoken let drop his daintily baited hook into the water again with a gesture of disgust.
"Let me have a look at them, Chris," said another voice, and a white face joined the black, as the two peered over the edge of the bridge down into the crystal-clear depths of the water below.
The white boy straightened up after a brief glance into the azure waters. He was tall and sturdily built, with lines of self-reliance and determination upon his youthful face. His mouth widened into a grin of amusement, as he watched the little negro peering anxiously down at the circle of black-circle-eyed fish that crowded eagerly but warily around the baited hook.