The Pirate Shark

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 over there on the wharf? They're cabin stores for a cruise. And you're goin' along with us."
Mart stared blankly at his friend. Bob was plainly in earnest, for all that his blue eyes were dancing.
"Cut out the funny business! I've got to get back. Did you send that message or did