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قراءة كتاب Fire Mountain A Thrilling Sea Story
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FIRE MOUNTAIN
A Thrilling Sea Story
BY
NORMAN SPRINGER
AUTHOR OF "THE BLOOD SHIP"
NEW YORK
G. HOWARD WATT
558 MADISON AVENUE
1923
COPYRIGHT, 1923, BY
G. HOWARD WATT
Printed in the United States of America
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | |
I. | THE MISSION |
II. | THE WEEPING BOATSWAIN |
III. | THE HAPPY HUNCHBACK |
IV. | THE BLACK CRUISER |
V. | WILD BOB CAREW |
VI. | PRISONER |
VII. | THE MATE OF THE BRIG "COHASSET" |
VIII. | AROUND THE CABIN TABLE |
IX. | THE MOUNTAIN IN THE SMOKY SEA |
X. | THE WHALEMAN'S LOG |
XI. | THE CODE |
XII. | THE PASSAGE |
XIII. | FIRE MOUNTAIN |
XIV. | OUT OF THE FOG |
XV. | IN THE LAZARET |
XVI. | THREE GENTLEMEN CONVERSE |
XVII. | TWO MEN AND A MAID |
XVIII. | THROUGH THE ELEPHANT'S HEAD |
XIX. | THE EDGE OF THE ABYSS |
XX. | TREASURE CAVE |
XXI. | DECOY |
XXII. | TABLES TURNED |
XXIII. | CONCLUSION |
CHAPTER I
THE MISSION
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years. Bright, aslant eyes, and a suave and ever-ready smile that broke immediately Martin met his gaze.
"You will be so good as to inform the honorable that Dr. Ichi is here?" he asked in precise and stilted voice.
Ever the same—the noiseless entry, the quietly spoken request for the lawyer. Martin repressed a flash of irritation; the little Japanese, with his uncanny soft-footedness and stereotyped address, got upon his nerves. However, his orders were explicit; Mr. Smatt would see Dr. Ichi without delay or preliminary, whenever Dr. Ichi favored the office with a visit. It was already the third visit that day, but orders were orders.
So, Martin inclined his head toward the door of Smatt's private office. The Japanese crossed the room. He bowed to Martin, as stately a bow as if Martin were also an "honorable," instead of a poor devil of a law clerk; then, noiselessly as he had entered the outer office, Dr. Ichi disappeared within Smatt's sanctum.
Martin turned to his window again. But his bright day dream was fled, and he could not conjure it back again. The view was without charm. His thoughts, despite himself, persisted in centering upon