The Project Gutenberg EBook of Three Boys, by George Manville Fenn
This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
Title: Three Boys
or the Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai
Author: George Manville Fenn
Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21319]
Language: English
Character set encoding: ASCII
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THREE BOYS ***
Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England
Three Boys; or The Chiefs of the Clan Mackhai, by George Manville Fenn.
________________________________________________________________________
This time the Manville Fenn formula of peril after peril does not lead
us abroad but to an almost ruined castle on the north-west coast of
Scotland.
Max is the son of a London lawyer, from whom the Clan Chieftain has been
borrowing large sums of money and not repaying them, so that in the end
the Castle is distrained upon. Meanwhile Max, who has been sent up to
the Castle to stay with the Mackhais, has been put through test after
test of his bravery by the Chieftain's son and his gillie.
With this information the end of the story is almost predictable, yet we
read of peril after peril, and still we feel sure that this one must be
the last.
A very good tale. NH
________________________________________________________________________
THREE BOYS; OR THE CHIEFS OF THE CLAN MACKHAI, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
THE MACKHAI OF DUN ROE.
"Look here, Scoodrach, if you call me she again, I'll kick you!"
"I didna ca' you she. I only said if she'd come ten the hoose aifter
she had the parritch--"
"Well, what did I say?"
"Say? Why, she got in a passion."
Whop! Flop!
The sound of a back-handed slap in the chest, followed by a kick, both
delivered by Kenneth Mackhai, the recipient being a red-headed,
freckled-faced lad of seventeen, who retaliated by making a sharp snatch
at the kicking foot, which he caught and held one half moment. The
result was startling.
Kenneth Mackhai, the sun-browned, well-knit, handsome son of "the
Chief," came down in a sitting position on the stones, and screwed up
his face with pain.
"Scood, you beggar!" he roared; "I'll serve you out for--"
"Ken, are you coming to breakfast?" cried a
|