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Pirates' Hope
Pirates' Hope
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I Introducing Mr. Machiavelli Van Dyck 3
II The Ship's Company 19
III The Major—and Others 36
IV The Log of the Andromeda 50
V Any Port in a Storm 61
VI A Sea Change 72
VII Shore Leave 86
VIII Into the Primitive 103
IX The Bully 115
X The Bones of the Santa Lucia 131
XI Finders Keepers 144
XII Bonteck Unloads 159
XIII The Wind and the Waves Roaring 175
XIV Hand to Mouth 193
XV The Merry War 212
XVI A Marathon and an Ultimatum 235
XVII Captain Elijah Scores 251
XVIII Under a Gibbous Moon 266
XIX The Forward Light 285
INTRODUCING MR. MACHIAVELLI VAN DYCK
To those who knew him best and had known him longest, Bonteck Van Dyck, sometime captain of his university eleven, a ball player with the highest batting average on the university nine, a large-lettered star in everything pertaining to athletic accomplishments, and above and beyond this the fortunate—or unfortunate, as one chooses to view it—inheritor of the obese Van Dyck fortune, figured, like the dead kitten discovered on the ash heap by the investigative infant, as "a perfectly good cat, spoiled."
As was most natural, the spoiling was usually charged in a lump sum to the exaggerated fortune. In the university Van Dyck was a breezy, whole-souled, large-hearted man's man, the idol of his set and fraternity and a pathetically easy mark for the college borrower. Past the college period, however, there came rumors of a radical change; sharp-edged hints that the easy mark was becoming an increasingly hard mark; vague intimations that this prince of good fellows of an earlier day was attaining a certain stony indifference to suffering on the part of those who sought to relieve him of some portion of the money burden. Nay, more; it was whispered that he was not above using the bloated bank account as a club wherewith to dash out the brains of his opponents, not only in the market-place, but at the social fireside, where, as a handsome young Croesus, owning a goodly handful of Manhattan frontages, sailing his own yacht, and traveling in his own private car, he was the legitimate quarry of the match-making mothers—or fathers.
CHAPTER PAGE
I Introducing Mr. Machiavelli Van Dyck 3
II The Ship's Company 19
III The Major—and Others 36
IV The Log of the Andromeda 50
V Any Port in a Storm 61
VI A Sea Change 72
VII Shore Leave 86
VIII Into the Primitive 103
IX The Bully 115
X The Bones of the Santa Lucia 131
XI Finders Keepers 144
XII Bonteck Unloads 159
XIII The Wind and the Waves Roaring 175
XIV Hand to Mouth 193
XV The Merry War 212
XVI A Marathon and an Ultimatum 235
XVII Captain Elijah Scores 251
XVIII Under a Gibbous Moon 266
XIX The Forward Light 285
INTRODUCING MR. MACHIAVELLI VAN DYCK
To those who knew him best and had known him longest, Bonteck Van Dyck, sometime captain of his university eleven, a ball player with the highest batting average on the university nine, a large-lettered star in everything pertaining to athletic accomplishments, and above and beyond this the fortunate—or unfortunate, as one chooses to view it—inheritor of the obese Van Dyck fortune, figured, like the dead kitten discovered on the ash heap by the investigative infant, as "a perfectly good cat, spoiled."
As was most natural, the spoiling was usually charged in a lump sum to the exaggerated fortune. In the university Van Dyck was a breezy, whole-souled, large-hearted man's man, the idol of his set and fraternity and a pathetically easy mark for the college borrower. Past the college period, however, there came rumors of a radical change; sharp-edged hints that the easy mark was becoming an increasingly hard mark; vague intimations that this prince of good fellows of an earlier day was attaining a certain stony indifference to suffering on the part of those who sought to relieve him of some portion of the money burden. Nay, more; it was whispered that he was not above using the bloated bank account as a club wherewith to dash out the brains of his opponents, not only in the market-place, but at the social fireside, where, as a handsome young Croesus, owning a goodly handful of Manhattan frontages, sailing his own yacht, and traveling in his own private car, he was the legitimate quarry of the match-making mothers—or fathers.
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