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The Adventure Club Afloat

The Adventure Club Afloat

Barbour, Ralph Henry

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Fiction Anthologies

ISBN10: 1541340728
ISBN13: 9781541340725
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Dec 29 2016
Pages: 182
Weight: 0.55
Height: 0.39 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Excerpt: ...looking from the chart to compass. Watch for a black spar buoy off the lighthouse. If they took the Follow Me into Essex Bay, though, we're running right away from her. To port, the sand dunes shone dazzlingly in the sunlight and a long stretch of snow-white beach kept pace with them as they made for the entrance to Plum Island Sound. Several boats, sailing and power craft, had been sighted, but nothing that looked in the least like the Follow Me. The sun climbed into a hazy blue sky and the day grew hot in spite of the light westerly breeze. Steve picked up his buoys, a black and then two red, and swung the cruiser in toward the mouth of the Ipswich River. The chart showed feet instead of fathoms in places and Steve slowed down cautiously until they were in the channel. They left Ipswich Light on the port beam and kept on past the river mouth and into the sound. What happens, asked Harry Corwin, looking at the chart over Steve's shoulder, when there aren't any soundings shown? Just what I was wondering myself, replied the navigator. It doesn't tell you anything after you pass that last red spar buoy. Still, with those two rivers coming in beyond up there, there must be enough water for us if we can find it. I've about arrived at the conclusion that the Follow Me was mighty well named, Harry. We've been following her for twelve hours, pretty near, and as things look now we'll be still following her a week from Christmas! I suppose, sighed the captain of the lost boat, that what we should have done was report it to the police and stayed right where we were. Dad's going to be somewhat peeved if we lose that boat. I thought she belonged to you and Tom, said Wink Wheeler. So she does, but dad gave her to us and he's rather fond of her himself. Well, it's too bad, Wink answered, but I don't believe we'll ever find her now. It's...

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