Produced by Al Haines [Frontispiece: Hosier tightened a protecting arm around her waist] THE STOWAWAY GIRL By LOUIS TRACY AUTHOR OF THE WINGS OF THE MORNING, SON OF THE IMMORTALS, CYNTHIA'S CHAUFFEUR, THE MESSAGE, THE SILENT BARRIER, ETC. ILLUSTRATIONS BY NESBIT BENSON NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS Copyright, 1909, 1912, By EDWARD J. CLODE CONTENTS CHAPTER I. THE "ANDROMEDA" II. WHEREIN THE "ANDROMEDA" BEGINS HER VOYAGE III. WHEREIN THE "ANDROMEDA" NEARS THE END OF HER VOYAGE IV. SHOWING WHAT BECAME OF THE "ANDROMEDA" V. THE REFUGEES VI. BETWEEN THE BRAZILIAN DEVIL AND THE DEEP ATLANTIC VII. CROSS PURPOSES VIII. THE RIGOR OF THE GAME IX. WHEREIN CERTAIN PEOPLE MEET UNEXPECTEDLY X. ON THE HIGH SEAS XI. A LIVELY MORNING IN EXCHANGE BUILDINGS XII. THE LURE OF GOLD XIII. THE NEW ERA XIV. CARMELA XV. SHOWING HOW BRAZIL CHOSE HER PRESIDENT XVI. WHEREIN THE PRESIDENT PRESIDES ILLUSTRATIONS Hosier tightened a protective arm around her waist . . . _Frontispiece_ "Is that the Southern Cross?" "How did I come here?" "Well, gimme your 'and on it" A withering volley crashed through the window THE STOWAWAY CHAPTER I THE "ANDROMEDA" "Marry Mr. Bulmer! That horrid old man! Uncle, what _are_ you saying?" The girl sprang to her feet as if she were some timid creature of the wild aroused from sylvan broodings by knowledge of imminent danger. In her terror, she upset the three wineglasses that formed part of the display beside each _couvert_ on the luncheon table. One, rose-tinted and ornate, crashed to the floor, and the noise seemed to irritate the owner of Linden House more than his niece's shrill terror. "No need to bust up our best set of 'ock glasses just because I 'appen to mention owd Dickey Bulmer," he growled. The color startled so suddenly out of the girl's face began to return. Her eyes lost their dilation of fear. Somehow, the comment on the broken glass seemed to deprive "owd Dickey Bulmer's" personality of its real menace. "I'm sorry," she said, and stooped to pick up the fragments scattered over the carpet. "Leave that alone," came the sharp order. "So long as I've the brass to pay for 'em, there's plenty more where that kem from, an' in any case, it's the 'ousemaid's job. Leave it alone, I tell you! An' sit down. It's 'igh time you an' me 'ad a straight talk, an' I can't do wi' folk bouncin' about like an injia-rubber ball when I've got things to say to 'em."