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Forbidden Cargoes by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell (Author) B00CXT6YCE File Size: 280 KB     BUY NOW Book Description :- Mystery Stories for Boys Forbidden Cargoes By ROY J. SNELL CHAPTER I. A STRANGE MESSAGE In a plain board shack with a palm thatched roof which had the Caribbean Sea at its front and the Central American jungle at its back, a slim, stooping sort of boy, with eyes that gleamed out of the dark corners exactly like a tiger?s, paced back and forth the length of a long, low room. His every motion suggested a jaguar?s stealth. It was Panther Eye, a boy who was endowed with a cat?s ability to see in the dark, and who spent much of his young life in India and other tropical lands. He also found himself quite at home in Central America. Nevertheless, at this moment he was in deep trouble. The palm thatched shack boasted but one room. As the boy paced the mahogany floor of this room he passed a desk of roughly hewn rosewood. A small steel safe stood in one corner, the door slightly ajar. Before it on the floor lay a litter of papers, a few bundles of letters and a sizeable roll of currency. The boy paused to consider this litter. ?It was the map they wanted,? he told himself. ?Easy enough to see that. They didn?t even look at the money, nearly a thousand dollars. The map! They knew we could do nothing without the map. The dirty dogs! If only Johnny Thompson were here!? Again he paced the floor. What was to be done? His thoughts were in a tangle. The thieves who had broken into the safe were now well away in the jungle. There was no time to be lost. He?d catch them, he was sure of that. A jaguar couldn?t escape him, much less a man. Yet the map might be destroyed. Without it nothing could be accomplished. Thousands were at stake, the treasure of a lifetime. And some one dearer to Pant than life itself was scheduled to lose. All day in that stuffy office he had waited for Johnny. Now evening was near. CONTENTS 1. A Strange Message 2. An Underground Sea 3. A Strange Dark Room 4. Johnny Thompson in Jail 5. Tottering Walls 6. An Earthquake Within a Cave 7. Johnny Wins a Friend 8. An Ancient Castle in Ruins 9. Creeping Shadows 10. Camp Smoke 11. Battling Against Odds 12. Destruction 13. A Thousand Pearls 14. Hope Springs Eternal 15. Unseen Foes 16. In Battle Array 17. Pant?s Problem Increases 18. Two Blade Johnny 19. The Unwilling Guest 20. Hail and Farewell 21. On the Trail of the Pearls 22. A Startling Revelation 23. Treasure at Last   Sally Scott of the Waves by Roy J. Snell Author: Roy J. Snell, Illustrator: Hedwig Jo Meixner B00IVU8T6S File Size: 1317 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- FICTION, ADVENTURE, FIGHT, WOMEN, Silent Storm, FLY, Secret CHAPTER ONE UP THE LADDER It was mid-afternoon of a cloudy day in early autumn. Sally Scott glided to the one wide window in her room and pulled down the shade. Then, with movements that somehow suggested deep secrecy, she took an oblong, black box, not unlike an overnight bag, from the closet. After placing this with some care on her study table, she pressed a button, and caught the broad side of the box, that, falling away, revealed a neat row of buttons and switches. Above these was an inch-wide opening where a number of spots shone dimly. After a glance over her shoulder, Sally shook her head, tossing her reddish-brown hair about, fixed her eyes on this strange box and then with her long, slender, nervous fingers threw on a switch, another, and yet another in quick succession. Settling back in her chair, she watched the spots above the switches turn into tiny, gleaming, red lamps that gave off an eerie light. ?Red for blood, black for death,? someone had said to her. She shuddered at the thought. From the box came a low, humming sound. She turned a switch. The hum increased. She turned it again and once more the hum rose in intensity. This time, however, it was different. Suddenly the hum was broken by a low, indistinct hut--hut--gr--gr--gr--hut--hut--hut. ?Oh!? The girl?s lips parted as a look of surprise and almost of triumph spread over her face. And then, suddenly, she started to leap from her chair. A key had rattled in the door. Before she could decide what she should do, the door swung open and someone snapped on a light. And then a voice said, ?Oh! I?m sorry! I?ve been in the bright sunlight. The room seemed completely dark.? ?It really doesn?t matter,? Sally spoke slowly, studying the other girl?s face as she did so. The girl was large and tall. Her hair was jet black. She had a round face and dark, friendly eyes. This much Sally learned at a glance. ?It doesn?t matter,? she repeated. ?I suppose we are to be roommates.? ?It looks that way,? the other girl agreed. ?I just arrived.? She set her bag on the floor. ?I see.? Sally was still thinking her way along. ?Then I suppose you don?t know that we are not allowed to have radios in our rooms.? ?No--I--?   The Arrow of Fire / A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00E4Y6HH8 File Size: 219 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, Mystery, novel, Clues, adventure, fire, Battle THE SQUAD CALL It was midnight. The waters of Lake Michigan were like glass, smooth glass, miles of it, blue-black. There was no moon. The stars burned queer bright holes in the blue-black glass. The long, low craft that glided through the water caused scarce a ripple. At the prow of this Great Lakes? freighter stood Johnny Thompson. He was gazing at the skyline of his own beloved city. Three years had passed since last he had caught the rumble of that great metropolis and had seen her lights gleaming out into the night. Now he was gliding slowly, surely forward?to what? His city, to be sure. But after that? Mystery? Romance? Fresh adventure? Who could say? In his three years of wandering Johnny had known mystery, romance, and adventure aplenty. He had glided up dark mangrove-bordered streams at the heart of tropical America. He had crept into dungeons in the haunted castle of Haiti. He had felt the call of the barren tundras and smoking mountains of British Columbia and Alaska. He had faced the savage, hungry wolf pack, and had matched power and prowess with the Kadiak bear. Ah yes, mystery, romance, adventure, had been his. And yet, as he stood there watching the skyline of the city he had known so well as a boy, as her massive buildings bulked larger and larger before him, as he saw the spire-like structures that had reared themselves skyward in his absence, as he thought of the dark, little known streets, of the hidden cellars, the underground tunnels, of the wealth, the misery, the power, the intrigue, the crime of this, his native city, he could not but feel that after all he had wandered far in vain, that even here at his own doorstep was to be found romance, thrills, adventure such as he had not known in strange lands. Was he right? Only time could tell. So he stood there dreaming until he felt the boat bump against the massive cement finger that is the city?s Municipal Pier, and knew it was time to go ashore. ?Where?d you come from??   Witches Cove / A Mystery Story for Girls by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00E4QAMHM File Size: 224 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, Mystery, novel, short Story, adventure, fire, night MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT It was night on Casco Bay off the coast of Maine. There was no moon. Stars were hidden by a fine haze. The distant harbor lights of Portland, eight of them, gleaming faintly in pairs like yellow cat?s eyes, served only to intensify the blackness of the water and the night. Ruth Bracket?s arms moved backward and forward in rhythmic motion. She was rowing, yet no sound came from her oarlocks. Oars and oarlocks were padded. She liked it best that way. Why? Mystery?that magic word ?mystery.? How she loved it! In the stern of the little punt sat slim, black-haired, dark-eyed Betty Bronson, a city girl from the heart of America who was enjoying her first summer on the coast of Maine. Betty, too, loved mystery. And into her life and that of her stout seashore girl companion had come a little mystery that day. At this very moment, as Ruth rested on her muffled oar, there came creeping across the silent waters and through the black of night a second bit of mystery. The first mystery had come to them on shore in the hold of a beached three-masted schooner. Ruth knew the schooner well enough. She had been on board her a dozen times and thought she knew all about her?but she didn?t. The owner, a dark-skinned foreigner who had purchased the schooner six months before, used her for bringing wood to the islands. There is, so they say, an island in Casco Bay for every day in the year. Each island has its summer colony. These summer folks like an open fire to sit by at night and this requires wood. The schooner had been bringing it in from somewhere?from Canada some said. No one seemed to know for sure. Being an old schooner the wood-carrying craft must be beached from time to time to have her seams calked. They beached her at high tide. Low tide found her stranded. The return of high tide carried her off again. In this there is no mystery. The mystery began when Ruth and Betty, along with other girls and boys of the island, swarmed up a rope ladder to the tilted deck of the beached schooner.   The Rope of Gold / A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00DV5ZRAE File Size: 280 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, novel, mystery, action, adventure, fighting, Boys THE DANGLING LADDER Night was settling down over the mountain side. Already the valleys far below were lost in darkness. The massive fortress which the dwellers on the island of Haiti have always called the Citadel hung like a mountain cliff above a boy who, hot from climbing, had thrown himself on a bed of moss at the foot of a gnarled mahogany tree. ?Whew!? he exclaimed softly to himself. ?Even three thousand feet above the sea here in Haiti it?s hot. Hot and dry. Fellow?d think--? He broke short off to stare. A curious thing was happening. Out from a small dark opening some forty feet up the perpendicular wall of the massive abandoned fortification, something quite indistinct in the twilight had moved and was creeping slowly down the moss-grown wall. ?Like a snake,? he told himself, ?only, here in Haiti, there are no snakes to speak of and certainly not one as long as that. Only look! It?s down to the window below; a full twenty feet. ?That window--? He caught his breath, then began to count. ?One, two, three, four,-- ?That?s the window of Curlie?s ?laburatory? as he calls it. It--why, it?s a plot! I should warn him. It--? He half rose, preparatory to a race up the mountain side. Then he settled back to his seat on the ground. ?Couldn?t make it,? he told himself. ?Ground?s too rough. Boulders there big as a house. Too far around, take a full hour to come in from the rear. By that time, if anything really serious is to happen, it will be over. ?Besides, if worst comes to worst,--? He put out his hand to grip a six foot bow. It was a good yew bow. The arrows at his side were tipped with triangles of steel sharp as razor blades. Down here in Haiti he had used these for hunting wild guinea hens and wild pigs. ?But if worst comes to worst,? he told himself, settling back against the trunk of the tree, ?it?s an easy shot. I wouldn?t miss. And the person, whoever it may be, would not go on.? You who have read our other book called ?Johnny Longbow? will know that his thoughts were true when they assured him that he would not miss; for Johnny Thompson, by long and careful application to the task, had mastered the difficult art of archery. And this boy, resting here at the edge of a tropical forest in that mysterious island of Haiti, was none other than your old friend Johnny Thompson. How he came here; what strange stroke of fate it was that brought him into company with the slim and supple young inventor, Curlie Carson, does not, for the moment, matter.   The Firebug, by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00D1IA0KI File Size: 288 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, Adventure, novel, firebug, rescue, alarm, mystery CHAPTER I. THE FACE AT THE WINDOW It was midnight. The room in which Johnny Thompson sat was a place of odd noises and strange flashes of light. Here in the corner a tick-ticking was followed by a yellow light that curved upward, over, then down; upward, over and down again. A gong sounded from overhead. A shadowy form moved across the floor. Instantly came the clatter of a score of instruments sounding as one and a score of yellow lights curved up, over and down; up, over and down again. After that a voice said: ?Cross and Fifty-fifth Streets. The Arlington Flats. The Arlington Flats. Cross and Fifty-fifth Streets.? There followed twenty seconds of silence; then in a hollow tone, as if coming from the heart of a tree, there sounded the repeated words: ?Cross and Fifty-fifth Streets. The Arlington Flats. Cross and Fifty-fifth Streets.? Then again there was silence. All this while, on a great board above and before him, Johnny saw a hundred and fifty glowing spots of light. The spots of light seemed like eyes--red, white and green eyes that stared and blinked at him. Even as he looked, two of them blinked out--a red one and a white one. As he read the meaning of those extinguished lights he again caught the click-click from the corner and saw again the yellow light shoot up and over and down. This time, however, he heard a voice from another corner say: ?Johnny, that?s one of yours. School at Fourteenth and Van Buren.? With one bound Johnny was out of his chair and across the room. The next second found him aboard an elevator, dropping through space. Ten seconds from the time the alarm had sounded he was in a long, low built, powerful car, speeding westward.