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Title: Wilmshurst of the Frontier Force

Author: Percy F. Westerman

Illustrator: Ernest Prater

Release Date: September 16, 2008 [EBook #26642]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: "CLUTCHED THE LIONESS JUST BELOW THE JAWS, HOLDING HER
IN A VICE-LIKE GRIP."]

WILMSHURST OF THE FRONTIER FORCE

BY

PERCY F. WESTERMAN

AUTHOR OF "BILLY BARCROFT, R.N.A.S,"
"A SUB. OF THE R.N.R," ETC., ETC.

Publishers

PARTRIDGE

London

1918

CONTENTS

CHAPTER

I. ON ACTIVE SERVICE
II. CHAOS IN THE CABIN
III. THE RAIDER
IV. SPOFFORTH, MACGREGOR AND THE LIONESS
V. HOW THE KOPJE WAS STORMED
VI. THE WARNING SHOT
VII. A TRUE MAN OR A TRAITOR
VIII. ULRICH VON GOBENDORFF
IX. THE FIGHT FOR THE SEAPLANE
X. PREPARATIONS
XI. THE SNIPER
XII. THE STORMING OF M'GANGA
XIII. THE FUGITIVE
XIV. ON THE TRACK
XV. RESCUED
XVI. 'GAINST HEAVY ODDS
XVII. WATER
XVIII. IN THE ENEMY'S POSITIONS
XIX. CORNERED AT LAST
XX. QUITS

WILMSHURST OF THE FRONTIER FORCE

CHAPTER I

ON ACTIVE SERVICE

"Four o'clock mornin', sah; bugle him go for revally."

Dudley Wilmshurst, Second Lieutenant of the Nth West African Regiment,
threw off the light coverings, pulled aside the mosquito curtains, and
sat upon the edge of his cot, hardly able to realise that Tari Barl,
his Haussa servant, had announced the momentous news. Doubtful whether
his senses were not playing him false Wilmshurst glanced round the
room. On a metal table, the legs of which stood in metal jars filled
with water and paraffin to counteract the ravages of the white ants,
lay his field-equipment--a neatly-rolled green canvas valise with his
name and regiment stamped in bold block letters; his Sam Browne belt
with automatic pistol holster attached; his sword--a mere token of
authority but otherwise little better than a useless encumbrance--and a
pair of binoc