_Mrs. W. K. Clifford._

MONSIEUR BEAUCAIRE, AND THE BEAUTIFUL LADY. _Booth Tarkington._

THE PIT. _Frank Norris._

AN ADVENTURER OF THE NORTH. _Sir G. Parker._

THE WAGES OF SIN. _Lucas Malet._

_NELSON'S LIBRARY._

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CONTENTS.

I. BIG GAME 3

II. HALCYONII DIES 15

III. VAGABOND 27

IV. MR. WEEMS AND HIS PURCHASE 46

V. WANTED, A PASSAGE 69

VI. FORE AND AFT SEAMANSHIP 81

VII. A DIPLOMATIC REMOVAL 102

VIII. TWO EVENINGS 115

IX. TALAITI DE TALT 132

X. WITH A THREE-ANGLED HOE 146

XI. THE RED DELF AMPHORA 166

XII. A PROFESSIONAL CONSPIRATOR 182

XIII. AT A MALLORQUIN FONDA 204

XIV. HEREINGEFALLEN 217

XV. CAMARADERIE 226

XVI. CRUELLY INTERRUPTED 240

XVII. VENTRE A TERRE 258

THE RECIPE FOR DIAMONDS.

[_Extracted from the home correspondence of George Slade Methuen,
Esq., which was written at his hired place on the Foldenfjord._]

CHAPTER I.

BIG GAME.

... The first shot was just a rib too far back, and though it staggered
him, he didn't stop to it. Out tinkled cartridge number one and in went
a second, and "_cluck_" said the breech-block. And then as he slewed
round, I got the next bullet home, bang behind the shoulder. That did
it. He tucked down his long Roman nose, and went heels over tip like a
shot rabbit; and when a big elk that stands seventeen hands at the
withers plays that trick, I tell you it shows a new hand something he
hadn't much idea of before.

We ran up eagerly enough. "_Meget