The Pirate Shark, by Elliott
Whitney
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Title: The Pirate Shark
Author: Elliott Whitney
Illustrator: Fred J Arting
Release Date: April 13, 2007 [EBook #21052]
Language: English
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The Boys' Big Game Series
The PIRATE SHARK
ELLIOTT WHITNEY
Illustrated by Fred J. Arting
COPYRIGHT, 1914 by THE REILLY & BRITTON CO.
[Illustration: Then, without warning, the lines shot up and curled about
the landing--cut short and clean.]
CONTENTS
I "What's Tringanu?"
II Jerry Smith, Quartermaster
III Off for Tringanu
IV The Pirate Shark
V What Happened at Honolulu
VI The Far Seas
VII "Where's Peters?"
VIII Kuala Besut
IX The Black Fin
X Off for Tigers
XI The Storm Breaks
XII The Elephant Gun
XIII Recapture
XIV A Truce
XV Mart Goes Down
XVI The Battle
XVII The Mystery o' the Sea
The Pirate Shark
CHAPTER I
"WHAT'S TRINGANU?"
"I don't care what your orders are. Cap'n Hollinger sent for me, and I'm
going aboard or I'll know the reason why!"
"Well, ain't you just heard the reason why, son? He ain't here, and
orders is orders. There ain't no one comin' aboard the Seamew, that's all.
Nothin' was said about any Mart Judson, kid."
"Then I guess your ears need tuning up. I'm comin' aboard, see?"
"Ye'll go overboard then. Well, if the kid ain't goin' to walk right up to
me! Look out there, kid--get off that gangplank in a hurry!"
Trouble was in the air. At the rail of the trim yacht Seamew lounged
Swanson, her burly first officer, pipe in mouth. He was evidently angry,
for his heavy features were dark and lowering and his deep-set blue
eyes glittered ominously. But the boy who faced him from the wharf
was no less stirred up.
Mart Judson looked a good deal more than his seventeen years, for he
had worked his own way in the world and his face had a serious air of
responsibility. He wore a smudgy mechanic's cap and greasy overalls,
and from his keen gray eyes, determined mouth and chin, and straight
black hair, an observer might have deduced that he could be a hard
worker and a stubborn fighter if need were.
Yet it was small wonder that Swanson had laughed at him. A boy
mechanic asking for Stephen Hollinger personally, insisting that the
millionaire had sent for him! Mart started obstinately up the gangplank
and the mate laid his pipe on the rail, gave a hitch to his trousers, and
moved forward to repel boarders.
Before he reached the open gangway, however, there came an
interrupting shout from the deck:
"Hello, old Mart Judson! How're ye?"
A second later Mart found himself clasping hands with his friend, Bob
Hollinger, better known as "Holly," the son of the mining expert and
millionaire who owned the yacht. It was a hearty greeting, in spite of
the greasy, cheap clothes of the one, and the carelessly costly dress of
the other. The fact that Mart Judson worked for his living mattered
nothing to Bob or to his father; the boys were the same age and had
gone through high school together, and the two were firm friends.
Stephen Hollinger was an eccentric yet sensible "old-timer," whose
habits were rough and ready and who made Bob work for his
pocket-money most of the time. He had been working just at present,
Mart noted; his fingers were ink-stained, his blue-eyed, freckled,
careless face was smudged, and he seemed both dirty and happy.
Mart glanced about in frank admiration at the white decks and evident
luxury aboard the yacht. It was his first visit to the Seamew, for she was
seldom used by her owner. Swanson moved off, grumbling. Mart sent a
good-humored laugh after the discomfited mate, and turned to his
chum.
"What's on your mind, Holly? I had a mighty hard time gettin'
away--we're rushed up at the shop. Blurt it out, 'cause I ain't got time
for visitin' to-day. Some seamen had a scrap down at the Peniel
Mission, and I've got to get down there with some new bulbs and
fixtures before dark. What's goin' on?"
"You are," grinned Holly in delight. "Say, Mart--I've got the best news
you ever heard! See those boxes
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