48
VII. THE STORM KING 63
VIII. THE JOURNEY BEGUN 72
IX. A PLOT 87
X. AT SAN MATTEO BAY 94
XI. ON BOARD THE SEA EAGLE 108
XII. TREACHERY 115
XIII. AN ADVENTURE 129
XIV. THE PURSUIT 143
XV. THE CHART 153
XVI. THE ISLAND OF BOHOOLA 162
XVII. THE HURRICANE 167
XVIII. A MYSTERIOUS HAPPENING 177
XIX. THE CAVE 186
XX. ANOTHER ADVENTURE 197
XXI. THE CAPTURE 207
XXII. THE SEARCH 212
XXIII. THE CHIEF OF RARIHUE 224
XXIV. ON BOARD THE MARJORIE 236
XXV. CONCLUSION 245

FRONTIER BOYS IN THE
SOUTH SEAS

CHAPTER I.

AN ENCOUNTER.

Juarez was sleepy, very sleepy. He had been traveling on a railroad
train for several days, and while ordinarily he could adapt himself to
circumstances, traveling by car instead of having a soothing influence
as it does with some, seemed to keep him awake. He was thoroughly tired
out, and was standing, just now, when our story opens, on dark and
lonesome dock in San Francisco.

He was awaiting the return of Jo and Tom Darlington, his comrades in
many trying and nerve-racking ventures, and he did not observe, or at
least he did not give heed to a single, tall, sturdy figure quietly
approaching him from the back, but keeping the while in the shelter of
the warehouse roof which cast a heavy shadow upon the floor of the dock.

Juarez, as we have said, was sleepy, so sleepy that it seemed to him
that the most desirable thing in the world would be to lie down upon the
rough and knotty planks upon which he was standing and give himself up
to the drowsiness which was overpowering him.

For the time he had entirely forgotten Jo's last admonition:

"Remember, Captain Bill Broome is in town, and he'll sure get you if you
don't watch out."

He had smiled grimly at the warning, visions of some of his experiences