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Title: Starr, of the Desert

Author: B. M Bower

Release Date: June 9, 2004 [EBook #12570]

Language: English

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STARR, OF THE DESERT

BY B.M. BOWER

AUTHOR OF CHIP OF THE FLYING U, ETC.

1917

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I A COMMONPLACE MAN WAS PETER

II IN WHICH PETER DISCOVERS A WAY OUT

III VIC SHOULD WORRY

IV STARR WOULD LIKE TO KNOW

V A GREASE SPOT IN THE SAND

VI "DARN SUCH A COUNTRY!"

VII MOONLIGHT, A MAN AND A SONG

VIII HOLMAN SOMMERS, SCIENTIST

IX PAT, A NICE DOGGUMS

X THE TRAIL OF SILVERTOWN CORDS

XI THE WIND BLOWS MANY STRAWS

XII STARR FINDS SOMETHING IN A SECRET ROOM

XIII HELEN MAY SIGHS FOR ROMANCE

XIV A SHOT FROM THE PINNACLE

XV HELEN MAY UNDERSTANDS

XVI STARR SEES TOO LITTLE OR TOO MUCH

XVII "IS HE THEN DEAD--MY SON?"

XVIII A PAGE OF WRITING

XIX HOLMAN SOMMERS TURNS PROPHET

XX STARR DISCOVERS THINGS

XXI THROUGH THE OPEN SKYLIGHT

XXII STARR TAKES ANOTHER PRISONER

STARR, OF THE DESERT

CHAPTER ONE

A COMMONPLACE MAN WAS PETER

Daffodils were selling at two bits a dozen in the flower stand beside the
New Era Drug Store. Therefore Peter Stevenson knew that winter was over,
and that the weather would probably "settle." There would be the spring
fogs, of course--and fog did not agree with Helen May since that last
spell of grippe. Peter decided that he would stop and see the doctor
again, and ask him what he thought of a bungalow out against the hills
behind Hollywood; something cheap, of course--and within the five-cent
limit on the street cars; something with a sleeping porch that opened
upon a pleasanter outlook than your neighbor's back yard. If Helen May
would then form the habit of riding to and