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Spencer Davenport The Rushton Boys at Treasure Cove…

A yell of triumph went up from the delighted boys.
“Glory, hallelujah!” shouted Teddy.
“That was a dandy throw, old scout!” cried Bill, clapping Lester on the back.
“This is our lucky day,” yelled Fred in great exultation.
Lester flushed with pleasure. He had vindicated his throwing ability, and had proved himself a worthy son of his sea-going forebears.
“Father will be tickled to death when he hears of it,” he remarked, trying to speak coolly, as though harpooning a shark was a daily occurrence with him. “He hates the brutes with all his soul.
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Spencer Davenport The Rushton Boys at Treasure Cove…

Lester, however, handled the oars like the skilled waterman he was, and Fred was not far behind him, so that the occupants of the boat felt that they could not be in safer hands. As they got farther out from under the lee of the lighthouse rocks, however, they felt the force of the waves more and more, and Lester had to draw on all his knowledge to keep the boat headed before the big rollers. As one wave followed another, it would shoot the boat ahead as though propelled by some invisible motor, and while this was very exhilarating, it also had a strong element of danger.
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Spencer Davenport The Rushton Boys at Treasure Cove…

Yet here in the prosaic twentieth century, in a civilized country, on a quiet beach along the coast of Maine, this boy of their own age was talking of a quest that might well stir the most sluggish blood.
“A chest of gold!” repeated Fred, as though he could not believe his ears.
“Where do you think it’s hidden?” questioned Teddy eagerly.
“How much money is in the chest?” asked Bill.
“Perhaps it isn’t money,” corrected Lester. “It may be gold dust, or it may be in bars. Have you any clue?” he asked, turning to Ross.
“What makes you think it’s on this coast?” put in Fred.
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