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The Pirate Shark

The Pirate Shark

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Chapter 1 "WHAT'S TRINGANU "

Word Count: 2265    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

p'n Hollinger sent for me, and I'm goi

, and orders is orders. There ain't no one comin' aboard the S

rs need tuning up. I'

in't goin' to walk right up to me! Look out

r, pipe in mouth. He was evidently angry, for his heavy features were dark and lowering and his deep

us air of responsibility. He wore a smudgy mechanic's cap and greasy overalls, and from his keen gray eyes, determined mouth and

rsonally, insisting that the millionaire had sent for him! Mart started obstinately up the gangplank an

gway, however, there came an i

Mart Judson!

the yacht. It was a hearty greeting, in spite of the greasy, cheap clothes of the one, and the carelessly costly dress of the other. The fact that Mart Judson wo

Bob work for his pocket-money most of the time. He had been working just at present, Mart noted; his finge

It was his first visit to the Seamew, for she was seldom used by her owner. Swanson moved off

t it out, 'cause I ain't got time for visitin' to-day. Some seamen had a scrap down at the Peniel Mi

news you ever heard! See those boxes over there on the wharf? Th

Bob was plainly in earnest, for a

ve got to get back. Did you sen

am, old scout. Mother's gone east for a month. Dad's got to quit work-got indigestion or gast

chum were crazy. "I got to hold my job. I'll get a

an be wireless man on the Seamew at forty a month and all found, you can. And if you like San

son's brain. Yet it was impossible! He had his wireless license, but no one would

oing?" he as

ing

s Trin

wered. Then his face brightened quickly. "Here's dad com

e millionaire was dressed roughly in serge and yachting cap, for he was his own captain

Glad to see you. Bob t

ied Mart. "If he wasn't

u, dad?" broke i

Seamew-looked at the two boys amusedly, then took eac

n't had time to get an explanation. I got doctor's orders two days ago to drop business and do it quick. So

. The luxury about him was astonishing; mahogany furnishings, walls, bookcases, a talking machine and a piano, electric lights and fans. Eve

h his maps and charts, "maybe you know, Mart,

he knew that Stephen Hollinger was an enthusiastic sportsman; inde

ned their necks over it. "Tringanu is one of the Malay states, on the mainland of Asia; it's no

rains that big basin, that ought to have gold. There are tigers in the hills, so I'm going over there on my vacation, maybe get a gold-mi

, his eyes shining eagerly. "Golly! Say,

ob. "I told him I could use a wireless man-had to h

ny hours of nightwork and study, had that license as wireless operator. T

er!" broke in Holly. "Th

ow, here's the place, I figure that we'll go to Honolulu, then hit straight for our goal. The river is named Kuala Besut, and we'll probably stay there a c

the gold mine, dad?"

ush up for a minute, both of you. From Honolulu we go direct to the Malay coast, cutting in th

. Salary, forty a month and all found. Of course you'd mess with us, at the officers' mess,

ly-it's an awful big thing for a fellow to make up his mind to, right off the bat like this. These here

er broke in

That's where those curly krisses and Malay daggers come from. But the piracy is all over. Tringanu isn'

ith says that we can go right up the river in the yacht. Also, he says, it will be eas

Jerry Smith?

ll strange yarns if he will-but that's all talk. He's just a quiet, white-haired old man. I've found from other sources that there'll b

friend, "you needn't worry about me. If you reall

us and he'll come aboard Sunday night with the men. You'd better quit work at the shop to-night, get our wireless in shape over t

stically, "How about an outfit? W

art's dismay. "Slop-chest is sailors' slang for ship's stores. Just fetch your ordinary clothes. Bob, you'd better get th

-but I've got to get back and get these fixtures down to the Peniel before dark. I'll turn up in the morning ready for work

broke in the financier, sm

th his friend, and as they

t! Say, won't we have one peach of a time, though?

re rifles and guns coming down to-morrow than you can shake a stick at. And we'll go dow

ome true. He would be crossing the Pacific, going to foreign lands, gettin

at the scenes around him. "Blamed if it ain't too good to be true-tig

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