{"product_id":"2940148643159","title":"The Arrow of Fire (Illustrated)","description":"Contents:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTERPAGE\u003cbr\u003eI The Squad Call 11\u003cbr\u003eII A Running Battle 23\u003cbr\u003eIII Talking in the Dark 37\u003cbr\u003eIV Johnny Calls the Squads 48\u003cbr\u003eV Mysterious Violence 56\u003cbr\u003eVI Who? and Why? 65\u003cbr\u003eVII In Court 70\u003cbr\u003eVIII Prisoners at the Bar 77\u003cbr\u003eIX Clues 86\u003cbr\u003eX A Royal Feast 94\u003cbr\u003eXI Sworn to Stand By 101\u003cbr\u003eXII From Out the Shadows 110\u003cbr\u003eXIII A Marked Man 120\u003cbr\u003eXIV Johnny Scores a Knockdown 128\u003cbr\u003eXV Johnny Finds a Man 137\u003cbr\u003eXVI The Face That Seemed a Mask 147\u003cbr\u003eXVII The Sergeant’s Story 155\u003cbr\u003eXVIII A Scream—A Shot 165\u003cbr\u003eXIX A Bullet 175\u003cbr\u003eXX A Card from the Underworld 184\u003cbr\u003eXXI The Secret Number 194\u003cbr\u003eXXII Startling Transformations 202\u003cbr\u003eXXIII Many Bullets 207\u003cbr\u003eXXIV Not on the Program 214\u003cbr\u003eXXV A Wolf Seeks Culture 222\u003cbr\u003eXXVI These Are the Guns 230\u003cbr\u003eXXVII An Arrow Speeds to Its Mark 240\u003cbr\u003eXXVIII Taken for a Ride 248\u003cbr\u003eXXIX The Night Ride 255\u003cbr\u003eXXX Many Perils 260\u003cbr\u003eXXXI The Creeping Spot 267\u003cbr\u003eXXXII Sky High 272\u003cbr\u003eXXXIII The Show-Down 279\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I \u003cbr\u003eTHE SQUAD CALL\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was midnight. The waters of Lake Michigan were like glass, smooth glass, miles of it, blue-black. There was no moon. The stars burned queer bright holes in the blue-black glass. The long, low craft that glided through the water caused scarce a ripple.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt the prow of this Great Lakes’ freighter stood Johnny Thompson. He was gazing at the skyline of his own beloved city. Three years had passed since last he had caught the rumble of that great metropolis and had seen her lights gleaming out into the night. Now he was gliding slowly, surely forward—to what? His city, to be sure. But after that? Mystery? Romance? Fresh adventure? Who could say?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[12]\u003cbr\u003eIn his three years of wandering Johnny had known mystery, romance, and adventure aplenty. He had glided up dark mangrove-bordered streams at the heart of tropical America. He had crept into dungeons in the haunted castle of Haiti. He had felt the call of the barren tundras and smoking mountains of British Columbia and Alaska. He had faced the savage, hungry wolf pack, and had matched power and prowess with the Kadiak bear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAh yes, mystery, romance, adventure, had been his.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[13]\u003cbr\u003eAnd yet, as he stood there watching the skyline of the city he had known so well as a boy, as her massive buildings bulked larger and larger before him, as he saw the spire-like structures that had reared themselves skyward in his absence, as he thought of the dark, little known streets, of the hidden cellars, the underground tunnels, of the wealth, the misery, the power, the intrigue, the crime of this, his native city, he could not but feel that after all he had wandered far in vain, that even here at his own doorstep was to be found romance, thrills, adventure such as he had not known in strange lands. Was he right? Only time could tell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo he stood there dreaming until he felt the boat bump against the massive cement finger that is the city’s Municipal Pier, and knew it was time to go ashore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where’d you come from?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA well set up young man, some years his senior, asked him this question the moment his feet were on the pier.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe wanted to tell the fellow it was none of his business. But he had learned caution. He looked the questioner over from head to toe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Some college fellow,” was his mental comment as he took in the other’s spick-and-span appearance. Dressed to the minute, that’s what he was. “May be a young reporter.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Just came down from the North,” he said quietly. “Been hunting with bow and arrow.” He whirled his leather cased bow about as evidence. “Caught this boat at Two Harbors.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e[14]\u003cbr\u003e“Yeah? Do you always travel that way?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Freight? Why, anyway, I’ve never waited for a fancy boat. Take the first one that will bring me where I want to go.”","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47122392547568,"sku":"2940148643159","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940148643159_p0.jpg?v=1763706248","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940148643159","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}