Monthly Archives: November 2007

“I don’t know. Listen!”

“Just five-three,” answered Clint.

“I can’t reach it,” he said. “Guess it’s on the floor. Anyway, the night air is very beneficial.”

“I’ll say no more,” he declared. “You’re past help, Clint. You’ve tasted blood. Go on, you poor mistaken hero, and maim yourself for life. I wash my hands of you.”

“We didn’t know about it until it was too late. We were getting some breakfast at a restaurant down the street there. We’re going to take the nine-forty-six.”

reward or no reward,” answered Clint “I guess we’d better find the police station and tell what we know, reward or no reward,” answered Clint. “And another thing we’d better do is telephone to school and tell them we aren’t … Continue reading →

“Who’s he?” asked Amy disinterestedly.

Events passed at an amazing speed for the next few days. Clint moved at times in a waking dream, and Amy, tapping his head significantly, spoke to him soothingly and hoped that the trouble would not prove permanent. Clint had … Continue reading →

“Nobody home,” murmured Amy. “Now what? I’ll tell you frankly, as man to man, that I can’t go on walking all night, Clint. I’m dog-tired and my left leg’s got a cramp in it and I’m weak with hunger. Let’s … Continue reading →