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Updated: June 13, 2025
Purple dusk settled closely about Legonia at the close of the most memorable day in the history of the village. For a time the streets were deserted as the fishermen sought their homes at supper-time to retail the latest bits of gossip which were current in the saloons. Kenneth Gregory's name was upon every lip. No story was complete unless he figured in it.
Blair looked up quickly at the sound of the voice and ran his eyes over the clean-cut figure in the serge uniform. The impression, hastily formed, of having met the man before, was strengthened by the roving black eyes which were expectantly traveling about the room. "This is the Legonia Fish Cannery, isn't it?" Blair nodded. "Yes," he said. "But Mr. Gregory is not here at present."
"What do you expect me to do with a bunch of cripples like that?" Jack McCoy burst into the office of the Legonia Fish Cannery and hurled the question angrily at his young employer. Gregory looked hard at McCoy's flushed face and snapping gray eyes. Then he said quietly: "I expect you to train them." "My God!" McCoy came a step closer.
No other man about Legonia possessed the giant proportions of the big Russian. Boris glared sullenly from the brush as he saw the advancing figure hesitate and turn toward him. Then he recognized the young cannery owner. What chance would he have to show Mascola now? The intruder threatened the defeat of his cherished plans. The girl he sought was coming up the hill. A few minutes more and
As she paused for breath, Gregory saw Tom Howard hobbling through the crowd, speaking in low tones with the fishermen. "One minute more and I'm through," the girl concluded. "We're up against a hard fight here at Legonia. A fight for Americans to fish their own waters. Sounds foolish, but you know it's the truth. When my father and Mr.
No one ever knew what became of them. Will was getting worried though he tried not to show it. He was about ready to give it up when your father bought the cannery and came to Legonia. For a while after that fishing was good everywhere. As long as they stayed away from that accursed island things went well. But they were not satisfied. So they sent the Eagle over there.
Joining the men detailed to enter the cave in advance, when they reached the top of the bluff, Gregory reported to the officer in charge. "Mr. Slade sent me to join you," he said. "I brought him over from Legonia in my launch." Jack Smith hesitated. "All right," he muttered after a moment. "Slade's the boss. Take off that slicker. It'll catch on the brush. Follow after the others and stay close.
But the few he had not called upon the day previous, appeared even less interested in his proposition. As he came out of the Pacific's establishment, he brushed against a heavy-set man with gray hair, who was just going in. Excusing himself for his awkwardness, he glanced at the stranger's face. It was Silvanus Rock, of Legonia. Gregory passed on. Rock apparently had not recognized him.
Mascola had killed her father and Richard Gregory. His son had gone to bring the Italian to justice. But what could five men do on the island against the hordes of Bandrist and Mascola? Who were the mysterious strangers who had accompanied them from Legonia? The questions crowded close upon one another as they raced through her brain.
But if we do have to go all the way we've got to be at Legonia before four o'clock. We've beaten Mascola but we'll lose all we've gained if we don't beat Rock." Hawkins sensed that something important was taking place and straightway determined to accompany the party. A few minutes later the Richard and the Pelican rounded the tip of San Anselmo and headed into the storm.
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