Category: Children & Young Adult Reading

The loss of the Swansea

I was nearly fifteen and my brother Tom was a little over sixteen when father died. There were no more of us, for our mother had died when I was so little that I could scarcely remember her. The only relation we had in the world was an uncle whom we had never seen and who live...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER XII.

2. CHAPTER I.

I was nearly fifteen and my brother Tom was a little over sixteen when father died. There were no more of us, for our mother had died when I was so little that I could scarcely...

3. CHAPTER II.

When the captain had read the mate’s letter he was more angry than ever, and said that Mr. March was the most cruel and cowardly hypocrite that ever lived. I did not know what t...

4. CHAPTER III.

There had been so little sleep among us all that night that as soon as the dawn came and brought with it assurance that the wild creatures would leave us in peace, we disposed o...

5. CHAPTER IV.

No sooner had we entered this second pool than we were startled by a loud hail. Greatly surprised we peered through the indistinct light and saw dimly the figure of a man. He wa...

6. CHAPTER V.

We landed on a little rocky platform close to a narrow passage not much larger than the companion-way of the Swansea, which led into what was evidently the dry part of the cave....

7. CHAPTER VI.

“Young masters,” said Bill, “there’s water yonder, and what we want to do is to make for it. Whenever a man’s in trouble ashore, with constables or anything else, let him make f...

8. CHAPTER VII.

We rowed till daylight and then hauled the boat out of the water and hid her in the bushes. We slept the greater part of the day and made a splendid supper of fish that we caugh...

9. CHAPTER VIII.

It would have been foolish for us to try to resist our captors, and we neither did nor said anything, except that Bill whispered cautiously, “Keep quiet, young masters; it’s our...

10. CHAPTER IX.

It was very easy to see how the mistake about the buried treasure had been made. Certain Spanish priests, escaping from the Indians, had buried the skull of some Saint which the...

11. CHAPTER X.

For some time we lay flat on the ground with only our heads in sight of any one who might be on board the brig and might be keeping a sharp lookout with a spy-glass; so we felt...

12. CHAPTER XI.

The light shining from the cabin window made a fine mark for the battery, and I lost no time in blowing it out. Our prisoner was lying where we had left him, but as he was gagge...

13. CHAPTER XII.

We could now no longer run, and our only chance of escape lay in crippling the schooner worse than she had crippled us. When she saw the effect of her shot she ceased firing, an...