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Title: The Stowaway Girl

Author: Louis Tracy

Illustrator: Nesbit Benson

Release Date: October 14, 2006 [EBook #19539]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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[Frontispiece: Hosier tightened a protecting arm around her waist]

THE STOWAWAY GIRL

By

LOUIS TRACY

AUTHOR OF

THE WINGS OF THE MORNING, SON OF THE IMMORTALS, CYNTHIA'S CHAUFFEUR,
THE MESSAGE, THE SILENT BARRIER, ETC.

ILLUSTRATIONS BY

NESBIT BENSON

NEW YORK

GROSSET & DUNLAP

PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1909, 1912,

By EDWARD J. CLODE

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. THE "ANDROMEDA"
II. WHEREIN THE "ANDROMEDA" BEGINS HER VOYAGE
III. WHEREIN THE "ANDROMEDA" NEARS THE END OF HER VOYAGE
IV. SHOWING WHAT BECAME OF THE "ANDROMEDA"
V. THE REFUGEES
VI. BETWEEN THE BRAZILIAN DEVIL AND THE DEEP ATLANTIC
VII. CROSS PURPOSES
VIII. THE RIGOR OF THE GAME
IX. WHEREIN CERTAIN PEOPLE MEET UNEXPECTEDLY
X. ON THE HIGH SEAS
XI. A LIVELY MORNING IN EXCHANGE BUILDINGS
XII. THE LURE OF GOLD
XIII. THE NEW ERA
XIV. CARMELA
XV. SHOWING HOW BRAZIL CHOSE HER PRESIDENT
XVI. WHEREIN THE PRESIDENT PRESIDES

ILLUSTRATIONS

Hosier tightened a protective arm around her waist . . . _Frontispiece_

"Is that the Southern Cross?"

"How did I come here?"

"Well, gimme your 'and on it"

A withering volley crashed through the window

THE STOWAWAY

CHAPTER I

THE "ANDROMEDA"

"Marry Mr. Bulmer! That horrid old man! Uncle, what _are_ you saying?"

The girl sprang to her feet as if she were some timid creature of the
wild aroused from sylvan broodings by knowledge of imminent danger. In
her terror, she upset the three wineglasses that formed part of the
display beside each _couvert_ on the luncheon table. One, rose-tinted
and ornate, crashed to the floor, and the noise seemed to irritate the
owner of Linden House more than his niece's shrill terror.

"No need to bust up our best set of 'ock glasses jus