the _Spot Cash_ Could
not Fathom the Mystery of the _Black Eagle_. _Title_

Tog Thawed Into Limp and Servile Amiability. 20

Instinctively, He Covered His Throat With His Arms when
Tog Fell Upon Him. 28

Plucking up His Courage, Donald Leaped for the Rock. 58

She Was Beating Laboriously into a Violent Head Wind. 96

Buffalo Horn Looked Steadily into Mcleod's Eyes. 125

"--We Want to Charter the _On Time_ and Trade the Ports
of the French Shore." 198

Senor Fakerino created Applause by Extracting Half
Dollars From Vacancy. 230

BILLY TOPSAIL & COMPANY

CHAPTER I

_In Which Jimmie Grimm, Not Being Able to Help It, Is Born
At Buccaneer Cove, Much to His Surprise, and Tog, the
Wolf-Dog, Feels the Lash of a Seal-hide Whip and Conceives
an Enmity_

Young Jimmie Grimm began life at Buccaneer Cove of the Labrador. It
was a poor place to begin, of course; but Jimmie had had nothing to do
with that. It was by Tog, with the eager help of two hungry gray
wolves, that he was taught to take care of the life into which, much
to his surprise, he had been ushered. Tog was a dog with a bad name;
and everybody knows that a dog with a bad name should be hanged
forthwith. It should have happened to Tog. At best he was a wolfish
beast. His father was a wolf; and in the end Tog was as lean and
savage and cunningly treacherous as any wolf of the gray forest packs.
When he had done with Jimmie Grimm--and when Jimmie Grimm's father had
done with Tog--Jimmie Grimm had learned a lesson that he never could
recall without a gasp and a quick little shudder.

"I jus' don't like t' think o' Tog," he told Billy Topsail and Archie
Armstrong, long afterwards.

"You weren't _afraid_ of him, were you?" Archie Armstrong demanded, a
bit scornfully.

"_Was_ I?" Jimmie snorted. "Huh!"

The business with Tog happened before old Jim Grimm moved south to
Ruddy Cove of the Newfoundland coast, disgusted with the fishing of
Buccaneer. It was before Jimmie Grimm had fallen in with Billy Topsail
and Donald North, before he had ever clapped eyes on Bagg, the London
gutter-snipe, or had bashfully pawed the gloved hand of Archie
Armstrong, Sir Archibald's son. It was before Donald North cured
himself of