Scott Burton and the Timber Thieves (Esprios Classics)

Scott Burton sat on the porch of the little cabin on the edge of the forest and looked absently out across the wide beach at the restless waters of the Gulf of Mexico. No one ever would have guessed from his expression now how crazy he had been to see that gulf only the day before. He apparently did not see the water at all. The big waves boomed on the beach unheard and even the little oyster schooner which glided across the picture on its way to port failed to catch his attention. He had sat motionless for so long that a great big fox-squirrel afraid but drawn on irresistibly by his curiosity had crept nervously up within a few feet of him.