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Title: Gold Out of Celebes

Author: Aylward Edward Dingle

Illustrator: George W. Gage

Release Date: June 28, 2008 [EBook #25917]

Language: English

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GOLD OUT OF CELEBES

BY
CAPTAIN A. E. DINGLE

WITH FRONTISPIECE BY GEORGE W. GAGE

[Illustration: Publisher's logo]

BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
1920

[Illustration: Natalie stepped softly beside them and gazed over their
stooping backs, to swiftly step back with a choking sob of horror.
FRONTISPIECE. _See page 175._]

_Copyright, 1920,_
BY LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.

_All rights reserved_

Published April, 1920

Norwood Press
Set up and electrotyped by J. S. Cushing Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.

To

WAGGLES AND BUBBLES

MY DAUGHTERS

GOLD OUT OF CELEBES

CHAPTER ONE

Perhaps it was Jack Barry's own fault that he had spent three weeks
loafing about Batavia without a job. Fat jobs were to be had, if a
fellow persevered and could grin at rebuffs; but when he discovered that
shore jobs for sailors were usually secured through the Consulate, and
that his own country's Consulate Service was limited, as service, to
cocktails and financial reports to Washington, he decided to avoid that
combination and stick to his own profession. He had been mate of the
_Gregg_, when that ancient ark foundered off Kebatu, and also held a
clean master's ticket; but somehow he found that masters and mates were
a drug on the Batavian market just then; hence his three barren weeks of
idleness.

"An American has no business with the sea these days," he reflected
moodily. "Confound this stodgy port and its stodgy Dutchmen!"

Legs wide apart, hands thrust deep into his pockets, he puffed fiercely
at his pipe and surveyed the scene before him. He stood on the gigantic
quay overlooking t