Category: Adventure

The Treasure Trail

“Lord! what a haul!” Elliott murmured to himself, glancing over his letter while he waited with the horses for Margaret, who had said that she would be just twelve minutes in putting on her riding-costume. The letter was from an old-time Colorado acquaintance who was then supe...

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I. THE NEW LEAF

“Lord! what a haul!” Elliott murmured to himself, glancing over his letter while he waited with the horses for Margaret, who had said that she would be just twelve minutes in pu...

2. CHAPTER II. THE OPEN ROAD

“That’s number eighteen, and the red,” said the croupier behind the roulette-table, raking in the checks that the player had scattered about the checkered layout. Round went the...

3. CHAPTER III. THE ADVENTURER

When he went down to the levee an hour or two later, Elliott found no boats preparing to sail, and a general lack of activity about the steamer wharves. Sitting upon a stack of...

4. CHAPTER IV. THE FATE OF THE TREASURE SHIP

Elliott watched the arrival of the ambulance from a distance, for he felt certain that he looked a thorough tramp, with his rough dress and the clinging coal grime of the railro...

5. CHAPTER V. THE ACE OF DIAMONDS

Elliott reached Nashville in two days, being lucky enough to catch a fast freight-train which carried him half the distance in a single night. For the last twenty miles he trave...

6. CHAPTER VI. THE MYSTERY OF THE MATE

Elliott awoke next morning with an uneasy head and a feverish taste in his mouth, and looked vaguely around the unfamiliar hotel chamber without being able to recall how he had...

7. CHAPTER VII. THE INDISCRETION OF HENNINGER

There was no time to spare in New York. The party went straight to an obscure but remarkably comfortable hotel near Washington Square, which Hawke recommended, and here they fou...

8. CHAPTER VIII. THE MAN FROM ALABAMA

Elliott found the atmosphere on the big Peninsular and Oriental liner different from anything he had ever encountered before. The ship was full of Anglo-Indian people, army offi...

9. CHAPTER IX. ON THE TRAIL

Elliott had expected to find an Oriental city; he had looked for a sort of maze of black alleys, ivory lattices, temples, minarets, and a medley of splendour and squalor; but in...

10. CHAPTER X. A LOST CLUE

Victoria City on Hongkong Island was almost invisible in hot mist and rain as the steamer crawled up the roads and anchored off the sea-wall. The gray harbour water appeared to...

11. CHAPTER XI. ILLUMINATION

The life of the Reverend Titus E. Laurie contained two active principles. The first of these was a tireless enthusiasm for the propagation of the principles of Methodist Christi...

12. CHAPTER XII. OPEN WAR

It was easy to give the order, Elliott thought. But during the next few days the heat was terrible, even for Hongkong. On the Peak, men sweltered; in the lower city, they died....

13. CHAPTER XIII. FIRST BLOOD

“It was this gentleman,” said the missionary, indicating Carlton with evident distrust. “He ordered me to come here—in terms that I could not well refuse. What do you want me to...

14. CHAPTER XIV. THE CLUE FOUND

But twenty days cannot stretch to infinity, even at sea. The _Peru_ entered the Golden Gate early in the forenoon on the 9th of August, and Elliott, having no baggage to worry h...

15. CHAPTER XV. THE OTHER WAY ROUND THE WORLD

He also telegraphed to New York for berths on the Southampton steamer sailing on the eighth day from that time. He reserved three berths, though he was resolved that only two sh...

16. CHAPTER XVI. THE END OF THE TRAIL

“Elliott! Thank heaven!—is that you at last?” exclaimed Henninger, hurrying up to the rail as the boat hooked on the dhow’s side. “Why in the name of everything didn’t you cable...

17. CHAPTER XVII. THE TREASURE

The gold-seekers gazed eagerly, and, as regards Elliott at least, with strange emotions of excitement, at the ruins of the vessel they had come so far to see, whose name had bee...

18. CHAPTER XVIII. THE BATTLE ON THE LAGOON

It appeared that every one aboard the dhow had been too deeply interested in the salvage operations, and that nobody had been on the lookout at all. The chief snatched up a glas...

19. CHAPTER XIX. THE SECOND WRECK

But the kedge cable held nobly, while the long afternoon passed slowly away, though its straining could be felt in every part of the vessel, and it twanged and hummed taut as a...

20. CHAPTER XX. THE RAINBOW ROAD

It was almost eleven o’clock at night, and the moonlight broke intermittently from a cloudy sky. The dhow was beating in long tacks down the Mozambique Channel, with a fresh, wa...