The magnet

The big schooner-yacht _Shark_ lay peacefully at anchor in Shoal Harbour, Maine. At her taffrail the National Yacht Ensign aired itself lazily in the land-breeze; from fore- and...

While Captain Bell, Cécile, and Huntington Wood were idly discussing the manœuvres of the Pilot-fish, and different members of the crew were engaged in settling their bets, ther...

Close aboard the _Daffodil_, Wood was about to lift his voice in a hail when there came to his ears the sounds of one declaiming in a rich and resonant bass. Having observed the...

Hermione, that strenuous nymph, was in the habit of early rising for a row in her little skiff, finishing up with a plunge. After that, bed again, where she devoured bacon and e...

Hermione tossed her head. "That makes no difference. I shall not deny having shot them. If I am a flirt and a poacher and a cruel and ruthless slayer, I am at least honest!"

"It must be a good mile and a half to the _Shark_," said she, slowly. "The yawl is about half the distance, but" ... the colour flooded her face... "even under the circumstances...

When Mr. Huntington Wood, at luncheon aboard the _Shark_, had asserted that the real explanation for the extraordinary devotion of the Pilot-fish was a sentimental emotion, insp...

It is sad to chronicle the fact that, on the way back to the _Shark_, Captain Bell's language was not such as a maiden's ears should hear. But it is doubtful if Cécile's ears di...

After the departure of his guests, Mr. Applebo returned to his yellow cabin and remained, for some minutes, sitting upon the extreme edge of his bunk, his eyes fixed upon infinity.

While these agreeable events were transpiring on the deck overhead, Cécile, warm and luxurious in her bed directly underneath, had been doing some very busy thinking, and had fi...

For three days the _Shark_ beat stubbornly back and forth against a hard head-wind and a short, choppy sea, into which she drove her bows like a wedge, completely to check her w...

Back aboard the _Shark_, Paula and Huntington did what Hermione called their "wonderful disappearing act." Bell had lingered in the club to play poker, at which he was very good...

"Choose the time as seems best to you. I will go away as soon as the weather clears. Write me to the New York Yacht Club. And you are sure that it's not asking too much?"

As Hermione came over the side of the _Shark_, Heldstrom stepped forward to give her a bit of a "dressing-down" for the anxiety which she had caused him. But, at sight of her fa...

For several minutes Applebo stood erect, arms folded across his chest, staring into the fog. Presently he shrugged, smiled cynically to himself, and, turning on his heel, went b...

On boarding the _Shark_, he went at once to his room, where he seated himself on a big, iron-bound sea-chest and remained for some minutes staring absently straight in front of...

The glass was rising and the dawn coming faintly when the _Daffodil_ stole from the shelter of Provincetown and headed out into the turmoil of Massachusetts Bay. The yawl was un...

Our saga closes far from the sea and the sad tales it has to tell. Here were fresh odours of moss and fern in place of the salt ones of brine and sedge. The murmur of the wind i...