Jack Haydons Quest

Jack Haydon's Quest, by John
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Title: Jack Haydon's Quest
Author: John Finnemore
Illustrator: J. Jellicoe
Release Date: November 20, 2006 [EBook #19877]
Language: English
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[Illustration: IN RANGOON.]

JACK HAYDON'S QUEST
BY
JOHN FINNEMORE
CONTAINING EIGHT FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR
FROM DRAWINGS BY J. JELLICOE

PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY
LONDON: ADAM AND CHARLES BLACK
1907
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CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
I.
THE ATTACK ON THE HEATH,
II. A MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE,
III. THE BIG RUBY,
IV. BUCK SEES LIGHT,
V. THE SPY,
VI. IN RANGOON,

VII. UP THE RIVER,
VIII. THE ATTACK ON THE SAMPAN,
IX. A CLOSE CALL,
X. THE DACOITS,
XI. BELEAGUERED,
XII. A FIGHT FOR LIFE,
XIII. A CUNNING TRICK,
XIV. JACK'S PLAN,
XV. IN THE JUNGLE,
XVI. THE BRIDGE AND THE FORD,
XVII. A FRIGHTFUL PERIL,
XVIII. THE COMBAT IN THE RIVER,
XIX. THE VILLAGE FESTIVAL,
XX. THE DANCING GIRL,
XXI. JACK FINDS HIMSELF IN BAD HANDS,
XXII. THE TWO ELEPHANTS,
XXIII. THE PANTHAY WOOD-CUTTERS,
XXIV. AN UNWELCOME MEETING,
XXV. THE CAVE IN THE RAVINE,
XXVI. THE RESOLVE OF BUCK AND JIM,

XXVII. THE FIGHT IN THE TUNNEL,
XXVIII. THE RUSE OF SAYA CHONE,
XXIX. THE TORTURE BY FIRE,
XXX. THE STRONGHOLD OF THE RUBY KING,
XXXI. FATHER AND SON,
XXXII. THE HORROR IN THE SWAMP,
XXXIII. THE POTHOODAW,
XXXIV. THE HIDING-PLACE AND THE THIEF,
XXXV. THE FLIGHT FROM THE VALLEY,
XXXVI. PENNED IN THE PASS,
XXXVII. HOW THEY MADE A ROPE,
XXXVIII. IN THE DESERTED CITY,
XXXIX. THE SECRET CHAMBER,
XL. THE BATTLE ON THE STAIRS,
XLI. THE SECRET PASSAGE,
XLII. IN THE COURTYARD,
XLIII. THE FACE AT THE DOORWAY,
XLIV. HOW THINGS ENDED,
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ILLUSTRATIONS.
IN RANGOON, Frontispiece
THE ATTACK ON THE MONASTERY,
THE DANGER AT THE FORD,
THE DANCING GIRL,
A SUDDEN ALARM,
THE RESCUE OF THE NATIVE CHILD,
THE MIDNIGHT THIEF,
THE INTERCEPTED FLIGHT,
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JACK HAYDON'S QUEST.
CHAPTER I.
THE ATTACK ON THE HEATH.
Jack Haydon, prefect of Rushmere School and captain of the first
fifteen, walked swiftly out of the school gates and turned along the high
road. He had leave to go to the little town of Longhampton, three miles
away, to visit a day-scholar, a great friend of his, now on the sick list.
He was alone, and he swung along at a cracking pace, for he could
walk as well as he could run, and a finer three-quarter had never been
known at Rushmere. He was a tall, powerful lad, nearly nineteen years
of age, five foot ten and a half inches in his stockings, and turning the
scale at twelve stone five. At the present moment he carried not an
ounce of spare flesh, for he was in training for the great match,

Rushmere v. Repton, and his weight was compact of solid bone, muscle,
and sinew. As he stepped along the highway, moving with the easy
grace of a well-built athlete, he looked the very picture of a handsome
English lad, at one of the finest moments of his life, the point where
youth and manhood meet.
The road he followed was called a high road, but the name clung to it
from old use rather than because of present service. Eighty years before
it had been a famous coaching road, along which the galloping teams
had whirled the mails, but now it had fallen into decay, and was little
used except by people passing from Rushmere to Longhampton. A mile
from the school it ran across a lonely, unenclosed piece of heath, the
side of the way being bordered by clumps of holly, thorn, and furze.
Halfway across this desolate stretch of country, Jack was surprised by
seeing a man step from behind a thick holly bush and place himself
directly in the lad's way. As Jack approached, the man held up his hand.
"Stop," he said, "I want to speak to you."
Jack stopped in sheer surprise, and looked at the speaker in wonder.
What could the man want with him? At a glance he saw the man was
not English, though upon closer examination he could not place the
type. The stranger's skin was darker than an Englishman's, but not
darker than many a Spaniard's. His eyes were large and black and
liquid; their look was now