"The rescue of Dick and Bobby." (Page 74.)
BY
MARY GRANT BRUCE
WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
LONDON AND MELBOURNE
Printed in Great Britain by Butler & Tanner Ltd., Frome and London
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.—HOW HOLIDAYS CAME SUDDENLY
II.—DICK GOES WEST
III.—DICK GOES TO SEA
IV.—ABOARD THE "MOONDARRA"
V.—HOW DICK PRACTISED HIGH DIVING
VI.—WESTRALIA
VII.—THE "OHIO" COMES IN
VIII.—THE JOURNEY NORTH
IX.—NARRUNG HOMESTEAD
X.—THE NARRUNG TRIBE
XI.—SOMETHING OLD AND QUIET
XII.—THE TEN-MILE HUT
XIII.—HOW CONQUEROR BOLTED
XIV.—"BUCK UP, SCHOOL!"
XV.—UNDER SENTENCE
XVI.—THE LONG TRAIL
XVII.—HOW MERLE JUMPED FROM A TRAM
XVIII.—HOW DICK LESTER TOOK HIS CHANCE
XIX.—WHEN THE WORLD CAME RIGHT AGAIN
"Lester!"
A small boy, red-faced and puffing aftera hard run with his message, paused atthe wicket gate of the playground of a great school.He wore an anxious look, for he had been biddento hurry; and to pick out one boy from two orthree hundred seems a rather overwhelming task,especially with most of the number vigorouslykicking practice footballs. He gave up the idea ofplunging into the throng, sighed, drew a long breath,opened his mouth to its fullest extent, and shrilledagain:
"Lester! Hi, Lester!"
There was no response, except from two youngstersnear, who kindly advised him to call loudly, addingthat there was no sense in whispering. The injuredmessenger turned a shade redder, glared, andrenewed his shriek.
"Lester! You're wanted!"
"Why not telephone?" asked one of histormentors, lazily. "It's much easier."
"Besides you'll hurt yourself if you make awfulnoises like that," commented the other. "The lastchap who did it busted. And nobody wants togather up your pieces."
"Beasts!" said the small boy; and again,desperately: "Lester!"
"He's somewhere over in that corner," said asenior boy, who was standing against a tree, shelteringfrom the nipping wind while he knitted his browsover a Virgil—unpleasantly conscious that theDoctor would demand heart-to-heart intercourseconcerning it within half an hour. "Clear out,for goodness' sake, and stop behaving like amotor siren."
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