The Lookout Man by B. M. Bower


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CHAPTER


I SOME TIME!

II "THANKS FOR THE CAR"

III TO THE FEATHER RIVER COUNTRY AND FREEDOM

IV JACK FINDS HIMSELF IN POSSESSION OF A JOB

V "IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY," SANG JACK

VI MISS ROSE FORWARD

VII GUARDIAN OF THE FORESTS

VIII IN WHICH A GIRL PLAYS BILLIARDS ON THE MOUNTAIN TOP

IX LIKE THE BOY HE WAS

X WHEN FORESTS ARE ABLAZE

XI SYMPATHY AND ADVICE

XII KATE FINDS SOMETHING TO WORRY OVER

XIII JACK SHOULD HAVE A HIDE-OUT

XIV MURPHY HAS A HUMOROUS MOOD

XV A CAVE DWELLER JACK WOULD BE

XVI MIKE GOES SPYING ON THE SPIES

XVII PENITENCE, REAL AND UNREAL

XVIII HANK BROWN PROVES THAT HE CAN READ TRACKS

XIX TROUBLE ROCKS THE PAN, LOOKING FOR GRAINS OF GOLD

XX IGNORANCE TAKES THE TRAIL OF DANGER

XXI GOLD OF REPENTANCE, SUNLIGHT OF LOVE AND A MAN GONE MAD

XXII THE MISERERE OF MOTHERHOOD

XXIII GRIEF, AND HOPE THAT DIED HARD

XXIV TROUBLE FINDS THE GOLD THAT WAS IN THEM




CHAPTER ONE

SOME TIME!


From the obscurity of vast, unquiet distance the surf came booming in
with the heavy impetus of high tide, flinging long streamers of kelp
and bits of driftwood over the narrowing stretch of sand where
garishly costumed bathers had lately shrieked hilariously at their
gambols. Before the chill wind that had risen with the turn of the
tide the bathers retreated in dripping, shivering groups, to appear
later in fluffs and furs and woollen sweaters; still inclined to
hilarity, still undeniably both to leave off their pleasuring at
Venice, dedicated to cheap pleasures.

But when the wind blew stronger and the surf boomed louder and nearer,
and the faint moon-path stretched farther and farther toward the
smudgy sky-line, city-going street-cars began to fill with sunburned
passengers, and motors began to purr out of the narrow side streets
lined with shoddy buildings which housed the summer sojourners. One
more Sunday night's revelry was tapering off into shouted farewells,
clanging gongs, honking horns and the shuffling of tired feet hurrying
homeward.

In cafes and grills and private dining rooms groups of revelers, whose
pleasures were not halted by the nickel alarm-clocks ticking
inexorably all over the city and its suburbs, still lingered long
after the masses had gone home yawning and counting the fullness of
past joys by the present extent of smarting sunblisters.

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