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His Adventures in the Tall Timber and at Gaspard’S Clearings on the Indian River
STORIES BY Captain Theodore Goodridge Roberts
Comrades of the Trails The Red Feathers Flying Plover The Fighting Starkleys Tom Akerley
THE PAGE COMPANY 53 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
[Illustration: “THE BEAR’S GREASE PROVED TO BE AS POTENT AS IT SMELT.”]
His Adventures in the Tall Timber and at Gaspard’S Clearings on the Indian River
His Adventures in the Tall Timber and at Gaspard’s Clearing on the Indian River
Author of “The Fighting Starkleys,” “Comrades of the Trails,” “Red Feathers,” etc.
Boston L. C. Page and Company (Incorporated) MDCCCCXXIII
Copyright, 1923 By L. C. Page and Company (Incorporated)
Printed by C. H. Simonds Company Boston, Mass., U. S. A.
I The Flight II The Girl and the Man III Catherine’s Plan IV The Heaviest Hitter V The Plan Succeeds VI Mick Otter, Injun VII Taking to the Trail VIII Black Forests and Gray Swamps IX Gaspard Understands X Mick Otter, Match-Maker XI The Military Cross
“The bear’s grease proved to be as potent as it smelt.”
“They sat side by side on a small heap of straw”
“‘He was figgerin’ to lose ye in the woods’”
“He ... thrust his head and shoulders out of the window”
The night was hot and hazy. The aerodrome was in darkness save for a moving light in the black maw of one of the hangars and a shine from the open window of the office on the other side of the ground. All the machines were down and in.
Two men were in the small hut which served as field-headquarters and office for this particular unit of the Dominion Air Force. They sat at opposite sides of a large table, one leaning back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth, the other stooped forward over a map which he studied intently. Clerks, orderlies, pilots, observers and mechanics all were gone, with the exceptions of these two and the man with the lantern across at the hangars.