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BOB THE CASTAWAY

Or, The Wreck of the Eagle

By

FRANK V. WEBSTER

AUTHOR OF "ONLY A FARM BOY," "THE BOY FROM THE RANCH,""THE NEWSBOY PARTNERS," "THE YOUNG TREASURE HUNTER," ETC.

ILLUSTRATED

1909

Books for Boys by FRANK V. WEBSTER

12mo. Illustrated. Bound in cloth.

ONLY A FARM BOY, Or Dan Hardy's Rise in Life
TOM THE TELEPHONE BOY, Or The Mystery of a Message
THE BOY FROM THE RANCH, Or Roy Bradner's City Experiences
THE YOUNG TREASURE HUNTER, Or Fred Stanley's Trip to Alaska
BOB THE CASTAWAY, Or The Wreck of the Eagle
THE YOUNG FIREMEN OF LAKEVILLE, Or Herbert Dare's Pluck
THE NEWSBOY PARTNERS, Or Who Was Dick Box?
THE BOY PILOT OF THE LAKES, Or Nat Morton's Perils
TWO BOY GOLD MINERS, Or Lost in the Mountains
JACK THE RUNAWAY, Or On the Road with a Circus

Cupples & Leon Co., Publishers, New York

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I BOB MAKES TROUBLE II ANOTHER PRANK III A STRANGE PROPOSITION IV TALKING IT OVER V A JOKE THAT WENT WRONG VI MRS. HENDERSON'S DECISION VII BOB IS DELIGHTED VIII GETTING READY IX BOB'S LAST LAND JOKE X OFF ON THE TRIP XI THE "EAGLE" SAILS XII SOME JOKES ON BOB XIII BOB TRIES A PRANK XIV MR. TARBILL GETS A SHOCK XV THE STORM XVI WRECK OF THE SHIP XVII ADRIFT IN SMALL BOATS XVIII BOB ON AN ISLAND XIX FINDING MR. TARBILL XX MAKING THE BEST OF IT XXI MORE ARRIVALS XXII AFLOAT ONCE MORE XXIII A SERIOUS LOSS XXIV DAYS OF HOPELESSNESS XXV HOMEWARD BOUND—CONCLUSION

CHAPTER I

BOB MAKES TROUBLE

"Bob! Bob!" called a woman in loud tones, as she came to thekitchen door, her arms, with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows,covered with flour. "Bob, I want you to go to the store for me. Ineed some more lard for this pie-crust."

There was no answer, and the woman looked across the big yard atone side of the cottage.

"Where can that boy be?" Mrs. Henderson murmured. "I saw him herea little while ago. He's never around when I want him. Ishouldn't be surprised but what he was planning some joke. Oh,dear! I wish he was more steady, and wasn't always up to somemischief. Still, he's a good boy at heart, and perhaps he'll growbetter when he gets older."

She rubbed her left cheek with the back of her hand, leaving a bigpatch of flour under one eye. Then she called once more.

"Bob! Bob Henderson! Where are you? I want you to go to thestore."

"Here I am, mother. Were you calling me?" asked a boy, emergingfrom behind a big apple tree.

He was not a bad-looking lad, even if his nose did turn up a bit,though his hair was tinged with red, and his face covered withfreckles. His blue eyes, however, seemed to sparkle with mischief.

"Did I call you?" repeated Mrs. Henderson. "I'm hoarse after theway I had to shout—and you within hearing distance all the while!Why didn't you answer me?"

"I guess I was so busy thinking, mom, that I didn't hear you."

"Thinking? More likely thinking of some trick! What's that you'vegot?"

"Nothing," and Bob tried to stuff pieces of paper into a basketthat was already filled to overflowing.

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