The Spoilers - Rex Beach - ebook

The Spoilers ebook

Rex Beach

0,0

Ebook dostępny jest w abonamencie za dodatkową opłatą ze względów licencyjnych. Uzyskujesz dostęp do książki wyłącznie na czas opłacania subskrypcji.

Zbieraj punkty w Klubie Mola Książkowego i kupuj ebooki, audiobooki oraz książki papierowe do 50% taniej.

Dowiedz się więcej.
Opis

The protagonist is Roy Glenister, a young and ambitious man who has been exploring for three years with his partner, an elderly man named Dextri. Their Midas mine is one of the richest in the area. Returning by boat from Seattle, where they spent the winter, they learn that their lawsuit is being contested in court, and until the lawsuit is settled, Midas is under the control of lawyer Alec McNamara.

Ebooka przeczytasz w aplikacjach Legimi na:

Androidzie
iOS
czytnikach certyfikowanych
przez Legimi
czytnikach Kindle™
(dla wybranych pakietów)

Liczba stron: 427

Oceny
0,0
0
0
0
0
0
Więcej informacji
Więcej informacji
Legimi nie weryfikuje, czy opinie pochodzą od konsumentów, którzy nabyli lub czytali/słuchali daną pozycję, ale usuwa fałszywe opinie, jeśli je wykryje.



Contents

Chapter 1. The Encounter

Chapter 2. The Stowaway

Chapter 3. In Which Glenister Errs

Chapter 4. The Killing

Chapter 5. Wherein a Man Appears

Chapter 6. And a Mine is Jumped

Chapter 7. The “Bronco Kid’s” Eavesdropping

Chapter 8. Dextry Makes a Call

Chapter 9. Sluice Robbers

Chapter 10. The Wit of an Adventuress

Chapter 11. Wherein a Writ and a Riot Fail

Chapter 12. Counterplots

Chapter 13. In Which a Man is Possessed of a Devil

Chapter 14. A Midnight Messenger

Chapter 15. Vigilantes

Chapter 16. In Which the Truth Begins to Bare Itself

Chapter 17. The Drip of Water in the Dark

Chapter 18. Wherein a Trap is Baited

Chapter 19. Dynamite

Chapter 20. In Which Three Go to the Sign of the Sled and but Two Return

Chapter 21. The Hammer-Lock

Chapter 22. The Promise of Dreams

Chapter 1. The Encounter

Glenister gazed out over the harbor, agleam with the lights of anchored ships, then up at the crenelated mountains, black against the sky. He drank the cool air burdened with its taints of the sea, while the blood of his boyhood leaped within him.

“Oh, it’s fine–fine,” he murmured, “and this is my country–my country, after all, Dex. It’s in my veins, this hunger for the North. I grow. I expand.”

“Careful you don’t bust,” warned Dextry. “I’ve seen men get plumb drunk on mountain air. Don’t expand too strong in one spot.” He went back abruptly to his pipe, its villanous fumes promptly averting any danger of the air’s too tonic quality.

“Gad! What a smudge!” sniffed the younger man. “You ought to be in quarantine.”

“I’d ruther smell like a man than talk like a kid. You desecrate the hour of meditation with rhapsodies on nature when your æsthetics ain’t honed up to the beauties of good tobacco.”

The other laughed, inflating his deep chest. In the gloom he stretched his muscles restlessly, as though an excess of vigor filled him.

They were lounging upon the dock, while before them lay the Santa Mariaready for her midnight sailing. Behind slept Unalaska, quaint, antique, and Russian, rusting amid the fogs of Bering Sea. Where, a week before, mild-eyed natives had dried their cod among the old bronze cannon, now a frenzied horde of gold-seekers paused in their rush to the new El Dorado. They had come like a locust cloud, thousands strong, settling on the edge of the Smoky Sea, waiting the going of the ice that barred them from their Golden Fleece–from Nome the new, where men found fortune in a night.

The mossy hills back of the village were ridged with graves of those who had died on the out-trip the fall before, when a plague had gripped the land–but what of that? Gold glittered in the sands, so said the survivors; therefore men came in armies. Glenister and Dextry had left Nome the autumn previous, the young man raving with fever. Now they returned to their own land.

“This air whets every animal instinct in me,” Glenister broke out again. “Away from the cities I turn savage. I feel the old primitive passions–the fret for fighting.”

“Mebbe you’ll have a chance.”

“How so?”

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.

This is a free sample. Please purchase full version of the book to continue.