Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of Napoleon — John Shaqi
Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of NapoleonStrang, Herbert
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Jack Hardy: A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of Napoleon
Strang, Herbert
Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Sailors -- Juvenile fiction; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
Produced by Al Haines.
[Illustration: Cover]
[Illustration: "Surrender, in the king’s name!" shouted Jack. _Page_
121]
JACK HARDY
_A Story of English Smugglers in the Days of Napoleon_
_By_
HERBERT STRANG
_Author of_
Fighting on the Congo
In Clive’s Command
On the Trail of the Arabs, etc.
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY
WILLIAM RAINEY, R. I.
INDIANAPOLIS
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT 1906, 1907
THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY
PRESS OF
BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOKBINDERS AND PRINTERS
BROOKLYN, N. Y.
*CONTENTS*
CHAPTER
I The Road to Luscombe
II Monsieur De Fronsac
III A Fight in Luscombe Market
IV Congleton’s Hollow
V A Midnight Excursion
VI Signals
VII The Best-Laid Schemes
VIII Congleton’s Folly
IX Close Quarters
X A Prisoner of France
XI A Break for Freedom
XII The Capture of the *Glorieuse*
XIII Off Luscombe
XIV A Discovery
XV Tar and Feathers
XVI A Run at Sandy Cove
XVII Diamond Cut Diamond
XVIII The Battle of Binsey Cove
XIX Some Appointments
*LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS*
"Surrender, in the king’s name!" shouted Jack . . . Frontispiece
"Steady, Mr. Gudgeon, steady!" cried Jack
Jack, with a straight right-hander, sent him spinning over
"If you make a movement, I shall fire"
*JACK HARDY*
*CHAPTER I*
*THE ROAD TO LUSCOMBE*
The first time Jack Hardy met Mr. Nathaniel Gudgeon was also the
occasion of his first visit to Luscombe.
It happened in this way.
"Good-by, my boy," said his father, as Jack clambered on to the roof of
the coach at the _White Hart_, Southwark, "and be sure you don’t forget
your Cousin Bastable, or your mother will never forgive you."
"All right, father. I’ll take a look at him if I get a chance. I say,
coachman, you’ll let me have a drive?"
The coachman could not turn his head, because the collar of his coat was
stiff and his neck brawny; but he screwed his left eye into the corner,
winked, and gave a hoarse chuckle.
"I’ve seed Jack Tars on donkeys, and orficers on hosses," said he.
"Lor’ bless you, I knows ’em."
Which was the beginning of an argument that lasted all the way to
Guildford.
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