Henry C. Rowland

Henry C. Rowland

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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — The Treasure Box (1903)

There was another scream, and I heard Boles roar out:
"Drop that gun!—drop it, woman!"
There was another report, and I felt the cold sweat break out all over me.
"Stop firing!" yelled Durand's voice. "Stop it, you damn greaser!"
"O Lord!" I groaned to myself. "That's rotten murder! Oh, if I was only loose!"
I put out every ounce of strength that was in me, but the coir rope was too strong. The squat little cuss looked down into the cabin.
"Lie still!" he bawled; "no one's hurt. That cat tried to shoot Durand, and the greaser took a shot at her, but Durand knocked his rifle up.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — The Treasure Box (1903)

Boles whipped out his pocket compass and got a range due south from the tree, while I got out a tape and laid off fifty feet. Rather to my surprise it took me right into the middle of a little patch of thick bushes that looked like rhododendron.
"This isn't right!" I called to Boles. "These bushes have never been disturbed in the last three months!"
"Oh, you can't tell," answered Boles; "these tropical plants grow fast, and he might have sunk his loot in there on purpose. Let's try it anyway."
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland Sea Scamps — The Treasure Box (1903)

There is, near the equator, a certain indescribable effect of clear, starry night creeping over the earth even while it is still daylight, and almost before one has come to realise that the sun has set: not the usual pale-starred, indigo effect of the sky, but a sense of deep, brooding night that is most subtle and peculiarly hard to catch owing to its shortness of duration.
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