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Title: Alton of Somasco

Author: Harold Bindloss

Release Date: December 5, 2004 [EBook #14261]

Language: English

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ALTON OF SOMASCO

A Romance of the Great Northwest

By HAROLD BINDLOSS

Author of

"Winston of the Prairie," "The Dust of Conflict,"
"The Cattle Baron's Daughter," "The Young Traders,"
etc.

With Illustrations

By R. MARTINE REAY

A. L. BURT COMPANY, PUBLISHERS

NEW YORK

COPYRIGHT, 1905

BY FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY

This Edition Issued in March, 1906.

CONTENTS

CHAP.

I THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
II AT TOWNSHEAD'S RANCH
III HARRY THE TEAMSTER
IV HALLAM OF THE TYEE
V THE HEIR OF CARNABY
VI MISS DERINGHAM MAKES FRIENDS
VII ALTON BLUNDERS
VIII HALLAM'S CONFEDERATE
IX MISS DERINGHAM FEELS SLIGHTED
X THE UNDELIVERED MESSAGE
XI CONFIDENCE MISPLACED
XII IN VANCOUVER
XIII THE SOMASCO CONSOLIDATED
XIV THE COMPACT
XV ON THE TRAIL
XVI CAUSE FOR ANXIETY
XVII ALONE
XVIII IN THE WILDERNESS
XIX FOUL PLAY
XX THE NICKED BULLET
XXI OKANAGAN'S ROAD
XXII MISS DERINGHAM DECIDES
XXIII THE AWAKENING
XXIV HALLAM TRIES AGAIN
XXV ALTON IS SILENT
XXVI WITHOUT COUNTING THE COST
XXVII THE FORCE OF CALUMNY
XXVIII ALTON FINDS A WAY
XXIX THE PRICE OF DELAY
XXX SEAFORTH'S REINSTATEMENT
XXXI "THE THIRD TIME"
XXXII ALTON HOLDS HIS HAND
XXXIII MISS DERINGHAM'S CONFESSION
XXXIV THE CONSUMMATION

ALTON OF SOMASCO

CHAPTER I

THE FIRST ENCOUNTER

It was snowing slowly and persistently, as it had done all day, when
Henry Alton of Somasco ranch stood struggling with a half-tamed Cayuse
pony in a British Columbian settlement. The Cayuse had laid its ears
back, and was describing a circle round him, scattering mud and snow,
while the man who gripped the bridle in a lean, brown hand watched it
without impatience, admiringly.

"Game!" he said. "I like