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THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir
THE MOTOR BOAT CLUB AT NANTUCKET or, The Mystery of the Dunstan Heir
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER I—THE PAIR IN THE SEAT AHEAD
CHAPTER II—BOUNCER WAKES UP
CHAPTER III—THE LUCKIEST BOY IN THE WORLD
CHAPTER IV—SIGHTING THE “PIRATE”
CHAPTER V—A JOKE ON THE ENEMY
CHAPTER VI—TOM HAS A BAD QUARTER OF AN HOUR
CHAPTER VII—“THE QUICKEST WAY OF WALKING THE PLANK”
CHAPTER VIII—TOM DISCOVERS THE HEIR
CHAPTER IX—TED HURLS A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER X—OVERHAULING THE MYSTERY
CHAPTER XI—WHERE THE WATER TRAIL ENDED
CHAPTER XII—JOB HAS HIS COURAGE TESTED
CHAPTER XIII—A CAPTURE IN RECORD TIME
CHAPTER XIV—HEADED FOR THE SUNKEN REEF
CHAPTER XV—IN THE TEETH OF DEATH
CHAPTER XVI—FOLLOWING UP THE CLUE
CHAPTER XVII—JOE PLAYS JUSTICE A SCURVY TRICK
CHAPTER XVIII—THE MESSAGE UNDER THE ROCK
CHAPTER XIX—THE SIGHT BEHIND THE ATTIC LIGHT
CHAPTER XX—BLIND MAN’S BUFF IN FEARFUL EARNEST
CHAPTER XXI—THE LAST DASH TO WIN
CHAPTER XXII—JED RUNS A NAVAL BOMBARDMENT
CHAPTER XXIII—SPYING ON THE FILIBUSTERS
CHAPTER XXIV—CONCLUSION
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An excerpt from the beginning of:
CHAPTER I—THE PAIR IN THE SEAT AHEAD
“Is the ‘Meteor’ a fast boat?”
“Very fast, indeed.”
“But can she beat anything along this coast? That’s what I want to know.”
“Judge for yourself. On her trial trip she made within a small fraction of twenty-eight miles an hour.”
“Whew! That’s tremendous speed, even for a fast and costly boat such as the rich build to-day. But how long has she been in the water?”
“Since last March.”
“She may have fouled a good deal since then, or her machinery may be a good deal below the mark by this time.”
“Humph! For that matter, something could be made to happen to the boat, I suppose.”
Of the two men carrying on this conversation in a day-coach seat on a railway train, one was five-foot-seven, florid and somewhat stout, with a bull neck and keen, twinkling eyes. His whole appearance hinted that he had spent most of his forty years of life on the open sea. The other man, who was short, slim and swarthy, with narrow, piercing black eyes, might have been a few years older. His every motion betokened great activity. One might have guessed him to be a Spaniard. His general attire, though it was somewhat careless, would place him in the business-man class.
At the first mention of the name “Meteor” two American boys, seated immediately behind the men, started slightly and immediately were all attention. Each boy was about sixteen years of age. Tom Halstead was fair, brown-haired and blue-eyed with a naturally merry look. Joe Dawson was darker, somewhat more reserved in manner and was Tom’s fast chum and great admirer.
Yes; readers of the preceding volume in this series will recognize Tom and Joe at once as the young Americans who became the original members of the Motor Boat Club of the Kennebec. It was they who put Broker Prescott’s fast motor boat, the “Sunbeam,” once more in commission; they who went through some most lively adventures along the coast near the mouth of the Kennebec and who rendered tremendously important services to Revenue Officer Evans, a cousin of the broker, in penetrating the secret of Smugglers’ Island.
Now these same two members of the Motor Boat Club were traveling on business that they believed to be wholly commonplace. They were headed for the island of Nantucket, south of Cape Cod. The experiences ahead of them, they imagined, were to be of the most ordinary kind. They had no glimpse, as yet, of the new excitements that Fate had in store for them. They had no hint of the startling adventures into which they were soon to be plunged.
But that mention of the name “Meteor” had aroused their instant attention. That was the name of the motor boat that they were to join and take charge of at Wood’s Hole. The craft was the property of Mr. Horace Dunstan, one of the wealthy residents of the island of Nantucket.
An ordinary boy might not have heard the low-toned conversation of the pair in the seat ahead. But Tom and Joe, attuned to the life of the sea and with ears trained to note the slightest irregularity of the sound of machinery, possessed acute hearing indeed.
At the first words of that conversation between the unknown pair Tom gave Joe a slight nudge in the side. Dawson’s eyes promptly closed, his lips parting, his head sinking slightly forward. He appeared to be sound asleep....
CHAPTER I—THE PAIR IN THE SEAT AHEAD
CHAPTER II—BOUNCER WAKES UP
CHAPTER III—THE LUCKIEST BOY IN THE WORLD
CHAPTER IV—SIGHTING THE “PIRATE”
CHAPTER V—A JOKE ON THE ENEMY
CHAPTER VI—TOM HAS A BAD QUARTER OF AN HOUR
CHAPTER VII—“THE QUICKEST WAY OF WALKING THE PLANK”
CHAPTER VIII—TOM DISCOVERS THE HEIR
CHAPTER IX—TED HURLS A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER X—OVERHAULING THE MYSTERY
CHAPTER XI—WHERE THE WATER TRAIL ENDED
CHAPTER XII—JOB HAS HIS COURAGE TESTED
CHAPTER XIII—A CAPTURE IN RECORD TIME
CHAPTER XIV—HEADED FOR THE SUNKEN REEF
CHAPTER XV—IN THE TEETH OF DEATH
CHAPTER XVI—FOLLOWING UP THE CLUE
CHAPTER XVII—JOE PLAYS JUSTICE A SCURVY TRICK
CHAPTER XVIII—THE MESSAGE UNDER THE ROCK
CHAPTER XIX—THE SIGHT BEHIND THE ATTIC LIGHT
CHAPTER XX—BLIND MAN’S BUFF IN FEARFUL EARNEST
CHAPTER XXI—THE LAST DASH TO WIN
CHAPTER XXII—JED RUNS A NAVAL BOMBARDMENT
CHAPTER XXIII—SPYING ON THE FILIBUSTERS
CHAPTER XXIV—CONCLUSION
***
An excerpt from the beginning of:
CHAPTER I—THE PAIR IN THE SEAT AHEAD
“Is the ‘Meteor’ a fast boat?”
“Very fast, indeed.”
“But can she beat anything along this coast? That’s what I want to know.”
“Judge for yourself. On her trial trip she made within a small fraction of twenty-eight miles an hour.”
“Whew! That’s tremendous speed, even for a fast and costly boat such as the rich build to-day. But how long has she been in the water?”
“Since last March.”
“She may have fouled a good deal since then, or her machinery may be a good deal below the mark by this time.”
“Humph! For that matter, something could be made to happen to the boat, I suppose.”
Of the two men carrying on this conversation in a day-coach seat on a railway train, one was five-foot-seven, florid and somewhat stout, with a bull neck and keen, twinkling eyes. His whole appearance hinted that he had spent most of his forty years of life on the open sea. The other man, who was short, slim and swarthy, with narrow, piercing black eyes, might have been a few years older. His every motion betokened great activity. One might have guessed him to be a Spaniard. His general attire, though it was somewhat careless, would place him in the business-man class.
At the first mention of the name “Meteor” two American boys, seated immediately behind the men, started slightly and immediately were all attention. Each boy was about sixteen years of age. Tom Halstead was fair, brown-haired and blue-eyed with a naturally merry look. Joe Dawson was darker, somewhat more reserved in manner and was Tom’s fast chum and great admirer.
Yes; readers of the preceding volume in this series will recognize Tom and Joe at once as the young Americans who became the original members of the Motor Boat Club of the Kennebec. It was they who put Broker Prescott’s fast motor boat, the “Sunbeam,” once more in commission; they who went through some most lively adventures along the coast near the mouth of the Kennebec and who rendered tremendously important services to Revenue Officer Evans, a cousin of the broker, in penetrating the secret of Smugglers’ Island.
Now these same two members of the Motor Boat Club were traveling on business that they believed to be wholly commonplace. They were headed for the island of Nantucket, south of Cape Cod. The experiences ahead of them, they imagined, were to be of the most ordinary kind. They had no glimpse, as yet, of the new excitements that Fate had in store for them. They had no hint of the startling adventures into which they were soon to be plunged.
But that mention of the name “Meteor” had aroused their instant attention. That was the name of the motor boat that they were to join and take charge of at Wood’s Hole. The craft was the property of Mr. Horace Dunstan, one of the wealthy residents of the island of Nantucket.
An ordinary boy might not have heard the low-toned conversation of the pair in the seat ahead. But Tom and Joe, attuned to the life of the sea and with ears trained to note the slightest irregularity of the sound of machinery, possessed acute hearing indeed.
At the first words of that conversation between the unknown pair Tom gave Joe a slight nudge in the side. Dawson’s eyes promptly closed, his lips parting, his head sinking slightly forward. He appeared to be sound asleep....
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