Wyndham's Pal

CHAPTER PAGE I THE COMMODORE'S CUP 3 II MOONLIGHT AND GLAMOUR 14 III CHISHOLM'S PERSUASION 26 IV THE MAN WHO VANISHED 35 V THE TORNADO 45 VI THE MIDDLE PASSAGE 54 VII THE TOW 64...

I MABEL PONDERS 121 II MABEL'S PEARLS 131 III PETERS' OFFER 142 IV THE LOST EXPLORERS 152 V WYNDHAM CHANGES HIS PLAN 161 VI PETERS RENEWS HIS OFFER 171 VII WYNDHAM PLEADS GUILTY...

I WYNDHAM PAYS DUTY 203 II MARSTON GETS A WARNING 213 III WYNDHAM TRIES PERSUASION 223 IV WYNDHAM FINDS A CLEW 232 V DON LUIS' BREAKFAST PARTY 242 VI A SAIL IN THE DARK 251 VII...

The breeze had dropped as the tide ebbed, and _Red Rose_ plunged languidly across the shining swell. Faint mist obscured the horizon and the yachts engaged in the fifty-mile rac...

Rockets leaped up from the old castle on the narrow flat between the woods and the strait. Colored fires burned behind the loopholes in the ruined walls, and an admiring crowd o...

Commodore Chisholm sat in his smoking-room and knitted his brows while Wyndham talked. The room was small and plainly furnished and the books on the shelves were all about the s...

Moonlight glittered on the West African river and it was very hot; the air was heavy, humid, and tainted by miasmatic vapors. Inside the lonely factory, moisture dripped from th...

The night was hot and nearly calm, and Marston, sitting on the cabin skylight, languidly looked about. A Krooboy held the wheel, and his dark figure cut against the phosphoresce...

Marston lounged with languid satisfaction on a locker in the stern cabin. He had borne some strain and his body felt strangely slack although his brain was active. The cabin was...

At sunset they hoisted out two boats, for wages are low in Africa and _Columbine_ carried a big crew. Wyndham stopped on board to steer while Marston went in the gig, and the su...

After a few days, _Columbine_ sailed west, and one night lurched slowly across the languid swell towards the coast. There was a full moon, but Marston, standing near the negro p...

When Marston woke in the morning his headache and languidness had gone. It looked as if the powder the mulatto had left had cured him, and although he did not find the laudanum...

Soon after Don Felix was buried two strangers visited the schooner. One was white but so burned by the sun and worn by the climate that he looked like a native. Peters was agent...

The new moon shone in a clear sky and the tide was nearly full. Puffs of warm land-breeze shook the mangroves and drove small ripples against _Columbine_'s side. She rode to the...

It was four o'clock in the afternoon and Marston sat by a window in an English country house. His pose was limp and his face was thin, for the fever had shaken him, but he felt...

Four months after Marston reached England, Wyndham came home. He had got thin and, when he was quiet, looked worn, but he had returned in triumph and soon persuaded Marston that...

Wyndham and Flora were married at a small country church. The morning was bright and the sun touched the east window with vivid color and pierced the narrow lancets on the south...

The days were getting longer and although the evening was cold Marston rejoiced that winter had gone. He had worked hard at the office until Wyndham's return from his honeymoon,...

There was no wind, the sun was hot, and the reflection of _Red Rose_'s mast and rigging trembled on the shining sea. She rode at anchor in a quiet bay, near the woods that rolle...

Red Rose remained in port for a week. Wyndham needed a stay and fastenings for the new bowsprit, and although the Welsh ship-chandler could supply him with galvanized iron artic...

When Marston had gone Flora sat down on the bench. She was pale and trembled. Wyndham, looking very grim, leaned against the wall. They were quiet for a moment or two, and then...

The smoking-room of the Marine Hotel at Carmeltown was crowded with yachtsmen on the evening after the channel regatta. Marston and Wyndham occupied a small table, the former tr...

Red reflections trembled on the sea, a fringe of languid surf broke along the beach, and as the liner turned a point, a white town that rose in terraces, glimmered like a pearl....

It was dark and the mud village was strangely quiet. Thin mist drifted about the house Don Felix had occupied, and Wyndhams' new agent leaned forward slackly with his arm on the...

The moon had not risen and thick mist drifted past the schooner before the hot land-breeze. Marston was talking to Wyndham in the cabin, but stopped when something bumped agains...

A few days after Rupert's visit to the schooner, a quantity of cargo arrived. The goods were not valuable, but the owners were satisfied with the payment Wyndham told his agent...

One got up early at the Finca Buenavista, and when they had been given some black coffee and a small hard roll, Wyndham and Marston went to a bench in the patio. The house was b...

_Columbine_'s gig rubbed against the landing steps and Wyndham and Marston lounged about the end of the mole. The sun had sunk behind a high, black range and the land-breeze had...

When he had climbed the steps Marston stopped. Now he had started on his adventure he saw its difficulties. To begin with, he must pass two or three vessels, and the lights that...

Half an hour after the boat pulled away, Marston and Wyndham mounted the horses Larrinaga had sent. The mission was some distance off, but breakfast would not be served until ab...

All was quiet at the mission but for the soft rustle of the palms when a puff of wind came down the hill. The last light had gone out behind the narrow windows across the patio,...

"I have a notion," Wyndham replied, indicating another spot some distance from the coast. "But come up on deck. The sun will soon rise and I must try to get our bearings."

_Columbine_ rolled heavily on the broken swell and the lamp that swung from a beam threw a puzzling light about the cabin. Now and then water splashed on the deck and the slack...

Dusk had fallen and rows of lights twinkled along the walls at the river-mouth. Tall chimneys and warehouses rose against the sky, there was a biting wind, and Marston shivered...