The Rival Campers Ashore The Mystery of the Mill   By: Ruel Perley Smith (1869-1937)

Or, The Mystery of the Mill

by

RUEL PERLEY SMITH

Author of "The Rival Campers Series," "Prisoners of Fortune," etc.

Illustrated by Louis D. Gowing

Boston The Page Company Publishers

Copyright, 1907 by The Page Company

Entered at Stationers' Hall, London

All rights reserved

Made in U. S. A.

New Edition, May, 1925

The Colonial Press

C. H. Simonds Co., Boston, U. S. A.

[Illustration: "HE HANDED THE PACKAGE TO COLONEL WITHAM."]

CONTENTS

I. AN INLAND VOYAGE

II. TURNED ADRIFT

III. THE OLD MILL

IV. THE TROUT POOL

V. SOME CAUSES OF TROUBLE

VI. CAPTURING AN INDIAN

VII. A LONG RACE BEGUN

VIII. CONQUERING THE RAPIDS

IX. AN EXCITING FINISH

X. HENRY BURNS MAKES A GIFT

XI. COL. WITHAM GETS THE MILL

XII. THE GOLDEN COIN

XIII. A SAILING ADVENTURE

XIV. THE FORTUNE TELLER

XV. A HUNT THROUGH THE MILL

XVI. THE GOLDEN COIN LOST AGAIN

XVII. A STRANGE ADMISSION

XVIII. GRANNY THORNTON'S SECRET

XIX. THE MYSTERY OF THE MILL

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

"HE HANDED THE PACKAGE TO COLONEL WITHAM"

"AT THE SOUND OF THE MAN'S VOICE, HENRY BURNS AND JACK HARVEY HAD SPRUNG UP IN AMAZEMENT"

"THE WATCHERS ASHORE SAW THE CANOE SLOWLY TURN AND FACE THE SWIFT CURRENT"

"HE SEPARATED THE LINE INTO TWO COILS, WHIRLED ONE ABOUT HIS HEAD AND THREW IT FAR OUT"

THE RIVAL CAMPERS ASHORE

CHAPTER I

AN INLAND VOYAGE

The morning train from Benton, rumbling and puffing along its way through outlying farmland, and sending its billows of smoke like sea rollers across the pastures, drew up, ten miles from the city, at a little station that overlooked a pond, lying clear and sparkling at the base of some low, wooded hills. An old fashioned, weather beaten house, adjacent the station, and displaying a sign board bearing the one word, "Spencer's," indicated that Spencer, whoever he might prove to be, would probably extend the hospitality of his place to travellers. Here and there, widely scattered across the fields, were a few farmhouses.

The locomotive, having announced its approach by a mingled clanging and whistling that sent startled cattle galloping for the shelter of the thickets, came to a dead stop at the station; but, as though to show its realization of the insignificance of Spencer's, continued to snort and throb impatiently. Certain important appearing trainmen, with sleeves rolled to the elbows, hastily throwing open the door of the baggage car, seemed to take the hint.

Presently a trunk, turning a summersault through the air, landed, somewhat damaged, on the platform. A few boxes and packages followed likewise, similarly ejected. Then, through the open doorway, there appeared the shapely, graceful bow of a canoe. Whatever treatment this might have received, left to the tender mercies of the trainmen, can only be imagined; for at this moment two youths, who had descended from one of the passenger coaches, came running along the platform.

"Hold on, there," said the larger of the two, addressing a man who stood with arms upreached to catch the end of the canoe, "let me get hold with you. We don't want to be wrecked before we start, eh, Henry?"

"Hope not," responded his companion, quietly taking the bow of the canoe, which the larger youth relinquished to him, while the latter stepped to the car door and put a stalwart shoulder and arm under the stern, passed to him by a man inside.