Summary

Clarence Young The Motor Boys Bound for Home; or…

Standing on the sloping deck of the Altaire, sloping from a slight list the vessel had assumed because of a shift of the cargo, Jerry Hopkins and his fellow refugees stood for a moment looking at the strange and wonderful sight of the school of whales attacking the ship. Or, if not attacking, at least trying to ascertain by bumps of their huge heads the character of the strange creature in their midst. And as Jerry’s shout to use the bow gun rang out, there came another tremor of the vessel, caused by what seemed the hardest blow yet delivered.
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Clarence Young The Motor Boys Bound for Home; or…

Meanwhile, the tall lad kept his pocket electric lamp glowing.
“Who is he? What’s he fighting you for, Bob?” cried Jerry, while many other soldiers, awakened by the commotion, gathered about the struggling twain.
The only answer from the stout youth was a grunt, and a gasp.
“It’s le cochon!” cried Ned. “That’s who it is! The same fellow who acted so rotten in the restaurant, Jerry! He’s trying to kill Bob! He must be crazy!”
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Clarence Young The Motor Boys Bound for Home; or…

THE MYSTERIOUS CABIN
Ned nudged his two chums as they stood in the now almost complete darkness, waiting near their boat station for what was next to happen.
“Did you hear that?” asked Ned Slade in a low voice.
“I did,” answered Jerry. “Don’t repeat it.”
“But, if we’re disabled,” whispered Bob, “doesn’t that mean we’ll sink sooner or later? And I haven’t noticed any other ships near us—not since we started the second time.”
“Disabled doesn’t mean that we’re sinking,” said Jerry, “and there’s no use starting another near-panic by scattering that word broadcast.
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