The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp

The boys had taken a long nap after dinner as they had determined to stay awake all night in an effort to accomplish something toward clearing up the mystery. Since dark they ha...

The foot of the mountain was seven miles from the dam and the going very rough especially through the gorge where they were obliged to leap from one big rock to another as they...

Mr. Richard Golden laughed as he pushed his chair back from the table and looked across at his two sons. During the meal they had acquainted the family with the story of their a...

As the man finished his story he glanced first at Bob and then at Jack as though anxious to discover whether or not they believed him. For a moment neither spoke, then Bob asked:

“I had a reason and I’ll tell you about it while we’re on the way. We must get a couple hours’ sleep now,” Bob replied as he threw himself on the bed and was almost instantly lo...

After another thorough search of the chamber which had disclosed nothing to aid them, the boys had sat for some moments side by side on the hard floor each busy with his own tho...

The two boys arrived back at the camp shortly before five o’clock. During the return trip they had not seen a single person, even the keeper of the dam being away when they got...

Eleven o’clock found the four friends, for the boys always considered Sicum as one of them whenever he was present, waiting in the cabin for the show to begin, as Jack put it. T...

Day was just breaking when the two boys sprang into the saddles of their motorcycles and with a farewell wave of the hand toward “Old Main” headed for Philadelphia. Noiselessly...

The minutes passed slowly. They were all, with the possible exception of Kernertok and Sicum, tired after their long tramp and both Bob and Jack were nearly asleep in their chai...

That night Bob again awoke. Wide awake in an instant he glanced toward the wall opposite, but there was no spot of light there. Remembering that the spot had not appeared the ni...

For three quarters of an hour the battle raged, the big fish being at times almost within reach of the landing net only to make a fresh dash for freedom which more than once ran...

It was nearly nine o’clock when they returned from a long sail on the lake and, declining an invitation to sit on the porch of the Sleeper’s cabin on the ground that they might...

The last note of “taps” rang lingeringly through the corridors of The Fortress and died away just as a knock sounded on the door of the room occupied by Bob and Jack Golden.

swore fearfully. He picked me up again and started off but he limped a good deal, and—and pretty soon he threw me down and, without saying a word, started off alone. That’s all...