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Green Eyes

Green Eyes

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GREEN EYES

By
ROY J. SNELL

The Reilly & Lee Co.
Chicago New York

COPYRIGHT 1930
BY
THE REILLY & LEE CO.
PRINTED IN THE U. S. A.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I The Mysterious Islander 11
II The Lady of the Island 22
III A Gypsy Secret 29
IV Why? 35
V The Gypsy Child 45
VI Haunting Melody 51
VII Gypsy Moon 57
VIII Sun-Tan Tillie 61
IX Banging a Bear 68
X A Gasp in the Dark 73
XI A Secret Begun 80
XII Three Rubies 87
XIII Charmed Days 100
XIV The Dance of Death 107
XV Fishing and Fighting 119
XVI Ships That Pass in the Twilight 128
XVII Voices in the Forest 132
XVIII Reveries 139
XIX The Stolen Trunk 147
XX 13-13 And Other Signs 157
XXI “Fishin’” 163
XXII Kidnapped 175
XXIII Strange Deliverance 181
XXIV Outbound in the Night 188
XXV A Scream in the Night 195
XXVI “A Boat! A Boat!” 204
XXVII The “Spank Me Again” 212
XXVIII Glowing Waters 219
XXIX Fading Shore Lines 227
XXX Their Crowded Hour 232
XXXI Petite Jeanne’s Dark Hour 238
XXXII Petite Jeanne’s Triumph 243
XXXIII Fast Work 251
XXXIV The Treasure Chest 257


GREEN EYES

CHAPTER I
THE MYSTERIOUS ISLANDER

It was night on Morton’s Bay. A bright half moon painted a path of silver over water as still as the night.

At the very center of this narrow bay some dark object cast a shadow. This was a rowboat. It was painted black. The anchor lay in its prow. The boat did not drift. There are times of perfect calm on the upper waters of Lake Huron.

One figure was noticeable in this boat. A slight girl, she sat bent over as if in sleep, or perhaps in deep meditation.

There was another person in the stern of the boat. A large girl, she lay in perfect repose against a pile of pillows. Was she asleep? Did she dream? She was thinking. One thinks best when at perfect repose. Where could be found more perfect repose? Perhaps nowhere. Yet this girl, who was none other than our old friend, Florence Huyler, was slightly disturbed.

The rowboat had but now ceased rocking. The moment before, a powerful speed boat, passing at a terrific rate, had stirred the waters and had sent deep ridges and

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