Partners Three

A quarter of an hour later the three boys were sitting about the “air-tight” stove in the front room of the little, white, clap-boarded, green-shuttered house that was Jack’s ho...

Hal rolled over, yawning, and then opened his eyes and looked about him blankly. Through a doorway a glare of blue sea and golden sunlight smote his eyes. Where was he? He sat u...

At a little before three on Tuesday afternoon a regular flotilla of boats might have been seen to swing around Toller’s Rock. I doubt if it was seen, for the Rock and the shore...

“Let’s see.” Jack took the buckle and examined it. It was nearly three inches long and almost as wide and was a heavy, clumsy contraption. Opening his knife, he scraped it a lit...

So Hal, Bee assisting and Jack corroborating when called on, told the story from the time they had been awakened by the cannon until they reached Bill Glass’s cabin. After that...

Jack was sitting on the side steps with a shoe in one hand and a blacking-brush in the other. It was nine o’clock Sunday morning and the late breakfast had been over for some ti...

The sun came up over a heaving sea and the gale diminished. By five o’clock, although the wind still blew hard, it had shifted a point or two and Bill Glass predicted that by fo...

Bee, leaning against the wheel, whistled softly. Hal looked from the idle engine to the green slopes of the island in deep disgust. Jack swept his gaze up and down the shore. An...

“Right-o!” he called, and quickly cast loose. It took the _Crystal Spring_ almost five minutes to half drift and half sail across to the hand-liner, and all the way Jack wondere...

The next morning dawned fair, with a little southeast breeze blowing from where, afar off on the horizon, lay a bank of haze. The adventurers were up early. The sunlight beat on...

It was nearer half-past three than three, however, when the launch, heralded by a dismal solo on the patent fog-horn by Bee, came into Herrick’s Cove. Jack was all ready, sittin...

Aunt Mercy and Faith were surprised to see them, surprised and pleased, too. And when, after they had drank all the water they wanted――which, by the way, took some time――she hea...

The man had pulled up his dory――a rather disreputable looking craft sadly in need of paint――just inside the mouth of the river and was slowly climbing the slope. When he reached...

“That’s the ticket!” Bee snapped his fingers gleefully. “That’s the very place I’m looking for. Nobody’s Island, eh? There must be buried treasure on an island with a name like...

Jack was promptly on time the next morning, the _Crystal Spring_ crowding her nose into the basin just as the clock in the white tower of the City Hall struck nine. Behind the w...

Bill Glass, lantern in hand, plunged into the darkness and the storm, Jack following at his heels. Their way led them away from the winding river and under the radiance of the l...

For a quarter of a mile there was little conversation aboard the _Corsair_. Hal, very red in the face, slathered oil right and left, a certain sign nowadays of mental unrest, wh...

The _Crystal Spring_ nosed her way out of Herrick’s Cove, caught the southeasterly breeze on her big sail and moved lazily along past the end of Greenhaven Neck. The _Crystal Sp...

There was no more digging done that afternoon, although Bee returned to the scene of operations and, seating himself with his feet in a trench, spent a full half-hour ruminating...

They awoke the next morning with the crash of the surf in their ears, a northeasterly gale blowing around the side of the hill and a leaden, cloudy sky overhead. The _Crystal Sp...

The surface of the water was almost like a mirror as they chugged out of the river in the _Corsair_, Jack at the wheel and Hal industriously slopping oil over the engine. But on...

Jack ran for the shovels and in a moment, breathless and excited, the three boys were laboring mightily, getting in each other’s way and taking a quarter of an hour at least to...

He seized the lantern and in a moment they were out of the tent, staggering along in the wake of the flickering light, the wind beating and buffeting them at every step. The wor...

They weighed the pros and cons of Bee’s theory for the better part of an hour. Hal advanced all the arguments he could think of against it, but Jack sided with Bee almost from t...

It hardly deserved the name of wharf, for it was merely two planks supported on poles sunk in the sand, with a home-made ladder descending to the water. A rusty chain and padloc...

The three boys started guiltily and stared in consternation at the figure in the doorway, whose wide shoulders stretched almost from lintel to lintel. With the light behind him,...

“Yes,” continued Mr. Folsom when the expressions of surprise had died out, “Bill’s real name is Jule Verny, or Verginaud. He was just a young chap when they took the old man pri...