His Unknown Wife

Maseden's prolonged absence on the first occasion was readily accounted for by what he had done. When he reached the end of the foremast--at the junction of spars known to the s...

Who found the boat? The question has not been answered to this day. Four people held and vehemently expressed different opinions; if they had not agreed ultimately to pool the c...

Maseden was not greatly concerned about the dead Indian lying on the shore. What he really expected was a sudden rush of savages from an ambuscade, since it was now certain that...

Suarez was not dead. He was not even dangerously wounded. A two-ounce bullet had dealt an upper left rib a blow like the kick of a horse, but at such an angle that the bone defl...

"Oh, forget it!" cried Maseden, more angry now with himself than with the youngster whose candor had provoked this outburst. "I didn't intend to be offensive. My mind was runnin...

But none of these thoughts showed in Maseden's face. He laughed easily and explained in voluble Spanish that he swore in English occasionally, having picked up the correct formu...

The "prisoner" was lying on his back on a plank bed, with his hands tucked beneath his head to obtain some measure of protection from the roll of rough fiber matting which forme...

"It's a fortress of rock up there, and nothing else," he said. "We may have to climb at least a couple of hundred feet. Have any of you ever done any Alpine work?"

Just as before, when he awoke on board the _Southern Cross_ in surroundings so bewildering that he gave up the effort to localize them, his puzzled eyes now surveyed white-paint...

The change, when it came, came swiftly. It was as though the All-Powerful bade the waters cease their snarling and stilled the fury of the reef. During nearly an hour the sea la...

Maseden was badly hurt and quite stunned. Of that there could be no manner of doubt. He was blissfully unaware of the destruction of the ship, and did not regain his senses unti...

A series of reefs does not supply the best of surfaces for a sprint. Maseden slipped on a bed of seaweed and fell headlong, fortunately escaping injury. Sturgess, lighter, perha...

"Gee, if there was an orchard anywhere around, I'd think you two had been stealing apples," he cried. "Sorry, Nina, if I've butted in on a heart-to-heart talk, but it's not ofte...

A slight mist hung over the sea--sure outcome of the tremendous range of the thermometer between noon and midnight in a tropical clime. The sky was cloudless, and the stars clus...

During the night the storm developed into that elemental chaos which the landsman exaggerates into a hurricane and the sailor logs as a strong northwesterly gale. Passage along...

Henceforth Maseden concentrated all his faculties on the successful performance of the trick which might win him clear of the castle of San Juan. Nothing in the wide world matte...

Up to the last the ship's path was dogged by misfortune. She approached Hanover Island at a point where the sea was comparatively open; hence, the tremendous waves rolling in fr...

Sturgess awoke, too. Soon they were talking freely, and Maseden not only learned the heart-breaking story of the dozen refugees pent in the chart-house, but was told how he hims...