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Updated: July 26, 2025
Bobby was host to the disinherited children of the tenements. Now, at the tap-tap-tapping of Tammy Barr's crutches, he scampered up the slope, and he suited his pace to the crippled boy's in coming down again. Tammy chose a heap of cut grass on which to sit enthroned and play king, a grand new crutch for a scepter, and Bobby for a courtier.
"That's the idea," was Ben's comment, "no use wasting time on a job of this sort. It's a good thing the weather has kept so clear, otherwise we might have had trouble; aside from old Barr's brand." "I must confess it was a surprise to me to find that he had not reached here ahead of us," went on Frank; "you know we lost a lot of time in that storm."
I was about fourteen years old and my sister was a little younger. We lived in an old log cabin. The cracks was filled with mud. My Mother done the housework for Master Barr's house. My father and sister and me had to work in the fields.
"It's a strange termination to our adventures to be steaming home on Barr's yacht," said Frank, after a long pause in which they had all gazed back at the fast dimming shore of the Dark Continent. "I should say so," cried Lathrop. "It's as near as I ever want to get to him, too." "Same here," joined in Billy, "but I don't suppose we shall ever hear from him again." But Billy was wrong.
They found him lying across some boxes, which brought him almost to the level of a window sill. He was too weak to stand, while near him in similar condition lay Barr, too weak from loss of blood to do more than look his welcome. "How are you, Kid?" cried Buck anxiously, bending over him, while others looked to Barr's injuries. "Tired, Buck, awful tired; an' all shot up," Johnny slowly replied.
It was about nine o'clock in the morning when the danger they had feared loomed up out of the clear sky as suddenly as a tropic squall. Coming straight toward them, but a mere dot on the sky, though momentarily growing larger, was an air-ship that they could not doubt was Luther Barr's.
Barr's compliments and ardent speeches moved me to badinage, and I saw no harm in accepting them as the ordinary give-and-take of the would-be lady-killer, more original and therefore more entertaining than those of a fashionable flirt, but still of the same general character. I affected to be alternately irate and pleased at what he said.
Without design I had too much absorbed the attention of the lion of the evening. Or was it Paul Barr's glances that I had estranged? For a moment I was both confounded and regretful, but in the next I had decided that her resentment, if it were real, was unjustifiable.
"Moreover," went on Malvoise, "I should not advise you to mention Barr's name as the manufacturer of the Buzzards. He has a business deal on in which it is important he should not be known as an aeroplane speculator. If he learns that you are giving his secrets away, he will make it hot for you, I can tell you. You were sent to Bellevue yesterday, were you not?"
"Do you think that you really could make such a flight, Frank?" asked Lathrop. To satisfy the curiosity of others like Lathrop, we will say that not only could the boys make the flight but that they did, and had a series of surprising adventures in connection with it. It now only remains to tell of the conclusion of Luther Barr's vain quest for the treasure.
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