Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 15, 2025
But a lot of other worse things might have happened, and I guess we'll get over our loss some way." "But that canoe meant so much for your summer fun," Laura went on. "Oh, it's too bad!" "Maybe the canoe isn't lost," suggested Hiram Driggs. "What do you mean, Mr. Driggs?" cried Laura, turning to him quickly. "Is there any way of bringing the canoe up again?" asked Belle Meade eagerly.
He resolved to take Driggs into his confidence. Driggs was as quick to see the import of it as King James was to smell gunpowder on that fateful November day when the warning letter was read in Parliament. "The Government have sent him out to investigate this in your behalf," he said. "But where is he?" asked Mr. Steadman. Mr. Driggs' bushy brows drew down over his eyes.
"Why, Admiral," replied Captain Driggs, honestly, "I have no knowledge that there was an extra torpedo aboard. Yet, of course, there's a place where such a thing might have been hidden." "Take us to it," requested the Admiral. Captain Driggs led the visitors below. There, in the cabin floor, he pointed to a well-concealed trapdoor.
Martha always did have a pretty keen sense of humor. Suddenly Scroggs remembered us and we went out of the house like projectiles fired from a very loud gun. We cussed each other all the way home we three athletes. We would have cussed Driggs, but he sneaked the other way and we lost him. The next morning we went up to police court in our old clothes.
He addressed his remarks to his late guests: "You fragrant old he-goat, you will give orders to me, will you you are sure some diplomat you poor old moth-eaten gander, with your cow-like duplicity." Mr. Driggs could not find the figure of speech which just suited the case, but he was still trying.
"We'd hate to part with the canoe," Dick continued. "I know, I know," remarked Driggs sympathetically. "It was wanting a boat badly when I was a boy that drove me into the boat business. But I didn't have to handle birch bark then, or my first craft would have sunk me. Say, boys, great joke how young Ripley got stung so badly, wasn't it?" "I know about how he feels," remarked Dick.
Driggs brought forth from one of the drawers of his desk the newspaper in question. "What has that scrap of paper to do with it?" asked Fred, speaking as coolly as he could. "Why," explained Driggs, turning the paper over, "here's the mail sticker on this side, with your father's printed name and address pasted on it just as it came through the post-office." Fred gasped audibly this time.
"Is there much more of that bark on Katson's Hill?" "We ought to be able to bring in fifty times as much bark as we've brought already," Dick answered. "I wish you would," Driggs retorted. "And give up the whole of our summer vacation?" Danny Grin asked anxiously. "Well, there is that side to it, after all," Driggs admitted quickly. "It must be a tough job on your backs, too.
It is not a matter of surprise that the identity of this audacious speculator was not revealed. The recent examination into the topic by Mr. Clement Shorter seems, however, to fix the authorship of the notice on Lady Eastlake, at that time Miss Driggs. But hostile criticism of the book and its mysterious author could not injure its popularity. The story swept all before it press and public.
"Then how do you expect to get hold of the canoe, sir?" asked Tom Reade. "We'll grapple with tackle," replied Driggs, going toward an equipment box that stood on the forward end of the scow. "We'll use the same kind of tackle that we've sometimes dragged the bottom with when looking for drowned people." Laura Bentley slivered slightly at his words.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking