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قراءة كتاب Swamp Island
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Swamp
Island
By
MILDRED A. WIRT
Author of
MILDRED A. WIRT MYSTERY STORIES
TRAILER STORIES FOR GIRLS
Illustrated
CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY
Publishers
NEW YORK
PENNY PARKER
MYSTERY STORIES
Large 12 mo. Cloth Illustrated
TALE OF THE WITCH DOLL
THE VANISHING HOUSEBOAT
DANGER AT THE DRAWBRIDGE
BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR
CLUE OF THE SILKEN LADDER
THE SECRET PACT
THE CLOCK STRIKES THIRTEEN
THE WISHING WELL
SABOTEURS ON THE RIVER
GHOST BEYOND THE GATE
HOOFBEATS ON THE TURNPIKE
VOICE FROM THE CAVE
GUILT OF THE BRASS THIEVES
SIGNAL IN THE DARK
WHISPERING WALLS
SWAMP ISLAND
THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT
COPYRIGHT, 1947, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO.
Swamp Island
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
CONTENTS
- CHAPTER PAGE
- 1 THE BEARDED STRANGER 1
- 2 ALERTING ALL CARS 7
- 3 UNFINISHED BUSINESS 16
- 4 A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT 25
- 5 THE RED STAIN 33
- 6 AMBULANCE CALL 42
- 7 AN EMPTY BED 50
- 8 IN SEARCH OF JERRY 58
- 9 THE WIDOW JONES 64
- 10 INSIDE THE WOODSHED 73
- 11 AN ABANDONED CAR 81
- 12 A JOB FOR PENNY 91
- 13 INTO THE SWAMP 100
- 14 A CODE MESSAGE 107
- 15 BEYOND THE BOARDWALK 113
- 16 TREED BY A BOAR 121
- 17 RESCUE 128
- 18 WANTED—A GUIDE 136
- 19 PENNY’S PLAN 146
- 20 TRAILING HOD HAWKINS 153
- 21 THE TUNNEL OF LEAVES 160
- 22 HELP FROM TONY 166
- 23 LOST IN THE HYACINTHS 175
- 24 UNDER THE FENCE POST 183
- 25 OUTWITTED 192
CHAPTER
1
THE BEARDED STRANGER
With slow, smooth strokes, Penny Parker sent the flat-bottomed skiff cutting through the still, sluggish water toward a small point of wooded land near the swamp’s edge.
In the bottom of the boat, her dark-haired companion, Louise Sidell, sat with her hand resting carelessly on the collar of her dog, Bones, who drowsed beside her. The girl yawned and shifted cramped limbs.
“Let’s go home, Penny,” she pleaded. “We have all the flowers you’ll need to decorate the banquet tables tonight.”
“But not all I want,” Penny corrected with a grin. “See those beautiful Cherokee roses growing over there on the island point? They’re nicer than anything we have.”
“Also harder to get.”
Louise craned her neck to gaze at the wild, tangled growth which rose densely from the water’s edge.
“Remember,” she admonished, “when Trapper Joe rented us this boat his last words were: ‘Don’t go far, and stay in the skiff.’”
“After we gather the flowers, we’ll start straight home, Lou. We’re too near the edge of the swamp to lose our way.”
Disregarding Louise’s frown, Penny tossed a lock of auburn hair out of her eyes, and dug in again with the oars.
A giant crane,