The Rover Boys on a Hunt; or, The Mysterious House in the Woods. Stratemeyer Edward
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Название: The Rover Boys on a Hunt; or, The Mysterious House in the Woods

Автор: Stratemeyer Edward

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СКАЧАТЬ AT TONY DUVAL'S CAMP

       CHAPTER XXIII

       SIX BIG SNOWBALLS

       CHAPTER XXIV

       A CONVERSATION OF IMPORTANCE

       CHAPTER XXV

       TEE MYSTERIOUS HOUSE IN THE WOODS

       CHAPTER XXVI

       WHAT THE BIG BARN CONTAINED

       CHAPTER XXVII

       THE COMING OF THE WOLVES

       CHAPTER XXVIII

       THE MAN IN THE GREY OVERCOAT

       CHAPTER XXIX

       WHAT HAPPENED AT THE LODGE

       CHAPTER XXX

       THE EXPOSURE—CONCLUSION

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       "THE WOLVES GAVE LOUD YELPS OF PAIN."

       "DOWN TOWARD THE HIGHWAY SHOT THE BLUE MOON."

       "HE WENT ROLLING AND SLIDING DOWN THE PLANK INTO THE SNOW."

       "BANG! BANG! BANG! WENT THE GUNS IN THE HANDS OF GIF, RANDY, AND SPOUTER."

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      "All ready, boys?"

      "Wait a minute, Jack."

      "Can't wait; life is too short!" cried Jack Rover gayly. He was seated at the front of a long bobsled holding six boys. "Remember, we've got to be back at the Hall in half an hour."

      "Please don't mention it!" pleaded Randy Rover, his cousin.

      "Hi, you fellows! are you going to race or not?" came from another youth on a bobsled standing close by.

      "You bet we're going to race!" sang out Fred Rover, who was at the tail end of the first sled. "And we'll beat you, too, Bill Glutts!"

      "You will, like fun!" grumbled the cadet addressed, a rather heavy-set and by-no-means pre-possessing youth. "Come on now, unless you're afraid."

      "We're afraid of nobody!" sang out Andy Rover, and, leaning sideways from where he sat on the bobsled, he scooped up a handful of loose snow and threw it playfully at Glutts.

      "Hi, you! what do you mean?" roared Bill Glutts in anger, as the snow landed directly behind his right ear.

      "Hello! I guess it must have begun to snow again," cried Randy Rover, mischievously.

      "I'll 'snow' you!" retorted Glutts. "I guess you fellows are afraid to race. That's why you are cutting up."

      "Never mind—race them anyway, Bill," came from a small, pasty-faced youth, who was usually called Codfish on account of his broad mouth. "Go ahead and show 'em what your new bobsled can do."

      "That's the talk!" cried another cadet, a newcomer at the academy. "Show 'em that the Yellow Streak can lick anything on this hill."

      "That's a dream that will never come true!" cried Spouter Powell. "Come ahead, Jack, let's start this race," he added to the oldest Rover boy.

      The scene was Long Hill, a rise of ground located about midway between Colby Hall Military Academy and the town of Haven Point. There was something of a wagon road leading up the hill from the main highway which skirted Clearwater Lake, and this road had been converted by the cadets of the academy into a slide for their bobsleds.

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