The Adventures of Bobby Orde   By: Stewart Edward White (1873-1946)

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THE ADVENTURES OF BOBBY ORDE

BY

STEWART EDWARD WHITE

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ILLUSTRATED BY WORTH BREHM

NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN

COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

COPYRIGHT, 1908, 1909, BY THE PHILLIPS PUBLISHING COMPANY

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE

I. THE BOOMS 3

II. THE PICNIC 36

III. HIDE AND COOP 67

IV. THE PRINTING PRESS 81

V. THE LITTLE GIRL 91

VI. THE LITTLE GIRL ( Continued ) 103

VII. UNTIL THE LAST SHOT 115

VIII. THE FLOBERT RIFLE 140

IX. MR. DAGGETT 150

X. THE SPORTSMAN'S ASSOCIATION 160

XI. THE MARSHES 167

XII. THE TRESPASSERS 209

XIII. THE PLAYMATES 221

XIV. THE SHOOTING CLUB 235

XV. THE UPPER ROOMS 239

XVI. THE THIRD STORY 243

XVII. "SLIDING DOWN HILL" 247

XVIII. CHRISTMAS 262

XIX. THE BOXING MATCH 284

XX. THE PARTNERS 292

XXI. WINTER 298

XXII. THE MURDER 304

XXIII. THE TRIAL 317

XXIV. THE TRIAL ( Continued ) 322

XXV. THE HOLE IN THE CAP 326

XXVI. THE SIXTEEN GAUGE SHOTGUN 332

XXVII. THE SPORTSMAN 337

THE ADVENTURES OF BOBBY ORDE

I

THE BOOMS

At nine o'clock one morning Bobby Orde, following an agreement with his father, walked sedately to the Proper Place, where he kept his cap and coat and other belongings. The Proper Place was a small, dark closet under the angle of the stairs. He called it the Proper Place just as he called his friend Clifford Fuller, or the saw mill town in which he lived Monrovia because he had always heard it called so.

At the door a beautiful black and white setter solemnly joined him.

"Hullo, Duke!" greeted Bobby.