Ruth Fielding at Lighthouse Point
Excerpt: ...seen before. "So you air the gal they brought ashore off the lumber schooner last night?" he asked her. "Yes, I am," she returned, flatly. "You ain't got no folks around here; hev ye?" he continued. "No, I haven't." "What's your name?" "Puddin' Tame!" retorted Mercy, breaking in, in her shrill way. "And she lives in the lane, and her number's cucumber! There now! do you know all you want to know, Hardshell?" Crab growled something under his breath and went off in a hangdog way. "That's a bad man," said Mercy, with confidence. "And he's much interested in you, Miss Nita Anonymous. Do you know why?" "I'm sure I don't," replied Nita, laughing quite as sharply as before, but helping the lame girl to the buckboard with kindliness. "You look out for him, then," said Mercy, warningly. "He's a hardshell crab, all right. 102 And either he thinks he knows you, or he's got something in his mind that don't mean good to you." But only Ruth heard this. The others were bidding Mother Purling good-bye. 103 CHAPTER XIV THE TRAGIC INCIDENT IN A FISHING EXCURSION The boys had returned when the party drove back to the bungalow from the lighthouse. A lighthouse might be interesting, and it was fine to see twenty-odd miles to the No Man's Shoal, and Mother Purling might be a dear-but the girls hadn't done anything, and the boys had. They had fished for halibut and had caught a sixty-five-pound one. Bobbins had got it on his hook; but it took all three of them, with the boatkeeper's advice, to get the big, flapping fish over the side. They had part of that fish for supper. Heavy was enraptured, and the other girls had a saltwater appetite that made them enjoy the fish, too. It was decided to try for blackfish off the rocks beyond...
- 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
- 13 Sep 2013
- United States
- black & white illustrations