WHEN FRIENDS FALL OUT, | 9 |
TWO HEROES, | 42 |
LOST IN THE SOUDAN, | 76 |
THE WOLFMAN, | 106 |
IN HONOUR BOUND, | 130 |
"GUNPOWDER, TREASON, AND PLOT," | 145 |
THE COCK-HOUSE CUP, | 169 |
Old Dan Mudge, fisherman, of Brixham, Devon, saw a curious sight oneafternoon as he walked along the shore between his own village andanother of the name of Churston, in order to see whether the gale of thepreceding night had disturbed his lobster-pots, laid in a symmetricalline just clear of the rocks that lie to the north of Broad Sands, oneof the many lovely coves in Tor Bay.
A curiously-shaped object floated and bobbed in the still lively sea,fifty yards from shore, and from the midst of the object there seemed torise—yes, he was sure of it—a child's cry.
"I must wade in and see to that matter," thought old Dan. "It isn't deep[Pg 10]where she's floating now."
"She" consisted, as he plainly saw when he had approached a littlenearer, of a most elaborately-made floating nest. Two lifebuoys, heldapart by thick wire zigzags, floated one above the other; and slung uponthe uppermost, hanging between it and the other, was a basket, linedwithin and without with thickest oilskin. In the basket, lying securelyfastened among cushions and blankets, were two splendid little boys, oneof whom slept soundly; the other yelled loudly. From their likeness toeach other, it