The Fawn Back to Camp A Quarrel Self-Defense Snowballs A Cave and a Bear The Note on the Door The Near-Bandits Burying the Hatchet Yardsley's Last Joke Illustrations We Can't Get There too Soon "Hello!" Exclaimed One of the Strangers With Guns Tightly Clasped, They Started Don't Waste a Shot How About the Storehouse Door? The Rambler Club's Winter Camp CHAPTER I THE FIRE-BELL Bob Somers, in his room on the upper floor of Pembroke Hall, was busily engaged in working out an algebraic equation. The cozy little study adjoined his bedroom, and was situated almost underneath a tower which rose above the surrounding trees. On the walls several engravings and photographs were tastefully hung, while close to the desk before which Bob was seated stood a table covered with the various odds and ends
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