Larry Dexter and the Stolen Boy; or, A Young Reporter on the Lakes

“And so they came ashore in a small boat,” mused Larry, as he neared the hotel. “I begin to see what happened. Either their machinery gave out, and they had to leave their craft...

Thinking the matter over calmly, Larry was forced to admit that one weak link of the chain that he sought to forge about Parloti was the fact that the man stayed on at his hotel...

“Hello, Larry, just the chap I want to see!” greeted Paul Rosberg, one of the oldest reporters on the New York _Leader_, as a tall, good-looking young fellow came into the city...

There was scarcely any wind now, but there was still a heavy swell on the lake. With eager eyes those aboard the _Elizabeth_ watched the vessel of which they were in pursuit. It...

“‘You Ron,’” he murmured over and over again. “‘You Ron.’ I wonder what in the world that means? The boy wouldn’t have taken the trouble to write it, and put his name to it unle...

The young reporter came to a quick decision. On no account must his mother know of the threat that had been made against him. She worried enough, as it was, over the dangers to...

“Well, this looks like a street that would have lots of factory chimneys on it,” said Larry the next morning, as he stood at the head of a busy thoroughfare. “Tenement houses, t...

Larry stepped into the singer’s dressing-room. She was still attired as she had been on the stage. Her hair was disheveled, and there were traces of tears on her beautiful face.

Larry heard afterward what happened to Peter. The reporter for the _Scorcher_, after waiting impatiently for some time in the hotel corridor, was shown up to the singer’s room....

Larry was so intent on the progress of himself and Mr. Meldron that he paid little attention to what the others were doing. They had left him and his companion, in order to circ...

Larry was not long in making his arrangements for the trip West. Hurrying home with a copy of the late edition of the _Leader_, containing his story of the stolen boy’s letter,...

Larry crossed the road and stood beside the ancient farm wagon. The driver saw his intention, and waited for our hero, yelling a command to the horse to stand still. This was ha...

“Yes,” he answered, but it was plain that his thoughts were on something else besides the music. He was narrowly watching the singer, occasionally casting glances into the wings...

“Sink? No; not a bit of it!” exclaimed the millionaire stoutly. “The _Elizabeth_ isn’t the kind of a girl to go back on her friends that way. We’re in some difficulties, but the...

“I don’t exactly know. I’ve got to think about it,” replied Larry. “We’ve got to go slow, and be careful, or they may take the alarm, and spirit the boy away.”

“What is it?” asked Mr. Emberg, slipping to Larry’s side, just as the young reporter was telling Madame Androletti over the wire that he would call on her at once.

“Oh, I’m so glad it didn’t amount to anything,” said Miss Mason to Larry. “She is such a beautiful singer that I shouldn’t want to miss hearing her. And I might never get the op...

Larry was fairly scrambling into his coat, which he seldom wore around the office. He caught up his hat, and jabbed a bunch of copy paper, for notes, into his pocket.

“Say, that doesn’t make any sense!” exclaimed Detective Nyler, as he stared at the few words, and parts of words on the torn note. “I don’t see what good that’s going to do, aft...

For a moment there was silence in the cabin of the _Elizabeth_. Larry, Mr. Potter and the mate stood looking at one another, while on the deck above them sounded the rush and ru...

Only a word from Detective Nyler to the hotel clerk was needed to enable Larry and his friend to visit the room of the man who had disappeared so suddenly.

There had been little delay in starting off in the _Elizabeth_. She was provisioned for a long cruise, and in charge of a competent crew. There was plenty of gasolene in her tan...

“Well, there’s not much to be gotten out of him, in his present state of mind,” mused Larry as he went down in the hotel elevator, with a vision of the excited Parloti before hi...

“Well, I wonder what I’m going to do next?” said Larry aloud as he walked over the fields beside Mr. Meldron. The other farmers were straggled out, talking excitedly over what h...

“Oh, I think we will,” replied her father. “That is, if we can see them. If we can once get within sight of them I believe we can run them down, even if we’re only working one m...