Larry Dexter's Great Search; Or, The Hunt for the Missing Millionaire

d the unconscious man to the raft. Then, taking him by the shoulders, an

udged over the sand. "It would hold a dozen with safety. Maybe they were all swept off bu

hesitatingly, for he had never

le and brought back to life. You'd best help me carry him in, and then run for so

r burden. They reached the hut, and the man w

the guards tell 'em to come here," Bailey said to L

ell-dressed, though his clothes were anything but presentable now. His face was partly concealed by th

his neck for another dash into the storm. Then, as he opened the door of the hut to go i

tside again. He bent his head to the blast and made his way down the b

re coming toward him. He waited, and in

s place and help him save a man who

the life-boat. We need all the men we can get, though we've got he

d Larry. "He'll not want to leave

e've got to try for the steamer. She's going to pieces, and there are

he reporter. "I don't know much

then," said t

in the manner newspaper reporters soon become accusto

, there will be an opportunity to tell you something about his past

es, entitled "From Office Boy to Reporter." At the start the youth lived with his mot

father, and the little family came to New York to visit a sister o

the sudden death of her husband. The Dexter family was befriended by a Mr. Jackson and his wife, and made the best o

er office boy on the same paper, Larry prospered. He was sent with Mr. Newton to report a big flood, and were there when a large dam broke, endangering many lives. Larry, who was sent to the telegraph office wit

"Larry Dexter, Reporter," I told of his exper

identally, Larry himself, for, as it developed, his mother had a deed to certain valuable property in the Bronx Park section of New York, and t

rother, but the young reporter, and his friend Mr. Newton, traced th

cided to continue on in the newspaper field, and when this story opens he was regarded as one of the best workers on the staff of

uns from the doomed steamer were fired more frequently, a

e peered ahead through the blackness, whitene

et every man was at his post. Most of them were hauling out the long wagon frame, on which

, as Larry and the coast-guard came

him, and they seemed to think it was natural that h

fort was made to launch it, but, struggle as the men d

"We'll have to haul her to Johnson's

miles farther down the coast, to a small inlet, protected by a curving point of la

aper, but he was consoled by the reflection that there were no other reporters on hand, and that

he long rope attached to the wagon until his arms ached. It was

was reached, and after a desperate

nough!" called Captain Needam, as the boat was pulled away over the heaving billows tow

said George Tucker to Larry

score of others. They reached the life-saving station,

arry sat down inside the warm and cozy living-

plied Larry. "Besides, I'd like t

," replied the coast patrol. "We can't do much

replie

o'clock when he reached there, and he found the fish

got lost," spok

eded me. George Tucker was coming for you, b

the head by something, and that was what made him senseless. It w

of steaming hot tea, and Larry felt much better after it. Then he and the fish

nts in the hut as he shook down the

ll go down to the station," said the fishe

later the door of the inner room, where the re

t him, saw that the stranger was smooth-shaven. The reporter was sure that

he youth-"your whi

ght that bunch of seaweed on my face was a beard. I see

the stranger. Larry was much puzzled. It seemed as if he had stumbled upon a secret. The

breakfast! They're go