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Identifier: stnicholasserial4821dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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three days later, the schooner was stillon that course; she had not deviated from it bythe half of a degree; and naturally, since she washeaded straight out to sea, she made no harbor. For hours the two boys discussed these thingsin whispers, searching the details of what theyhad seen and heard for some clue on which to basea theory that would convince Hamlin. Theysearched in vain, for always the discussion reacheda point where one or the other burst out with,Well, whats he go ashore for, anyway? Andthere the trail stopped. To see somebody? To talk to somebody?To buy something, steal something? To notifysome one—or be notified? Any one of these ora hundred other conjectures was possible; theyhad no shred of proof that any one was true, 1108 PHANTOM GOLD (OCT. For all they knew, Captain Forty MGuire mighthave been rowing ashore almost daily for afriendly game of pinochle with the village post-master—had ceased those visits because he hadtired of the game. And yet—yet there was an
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HE STARED DOWN AT THE SHEET HE HELD OUTSPREAD BETWEEN HIS HANDS air of something blacker than pinochle aboard theLaughing Lass. Neither boy knew anythingwhatever of crime or the crooked ways of crimi-nals, but as Hoag expressed it: The blarsted craft gives me the creeps, Ricky.Y ever see a octopus, Rick? I feels like one of them varmints had a holt of me by the laig. There really was nothing for it but to ceasearguments and let events develop, if they would.Both vowed, simply, to keep their eyes open, toallow no chance for freedom to slip by them. Then they turned toother topics of discussion. Rick told the otherevery detail of his life.Ban listened eagerly,wonderingly, to tales ofBritish soil, Britishdocks, British waters.The voyages of the Chan-nel Belle were revivedand recounted. Rick pic-tured with vividness hisfathers war-time com-mand, and Hoag drankin every word. But whatBan liked best to hearwere descriptions of thewhite cottage in the HighStreet. Its architecture,the little f

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