A tale of love, peril and buried treasure breathlessly told, which carries the reader along as on a tidal wave.
him to go aboard.
Drew hurried to the stern, which, as the steamer had discharged her cargo, rose fully twenty feet from the water. He hauled in the boat until it lay directly beneath. Then he gathered up the slack of the painter and wound it about a cleat until it was taut. This done, he dropped over the rail and let himself down by the rope until his feet touched the thwart of the tender.
He worked his way aft carefully, and picking up the package placed it in his breast pocket. Then he caught hold of the rope and climbed up, hand over hand.
It was unaccustomed work for a landsman, but Drew was supple and athletic and he mounted rapidly. Not for a fortune would he have faltered with those hazel eyes fixed upon him. With the girl watching him, he felt as though he could have climbed to the top of the Woolworth Building.
It was his misfortune that he could not see the look of admiration in her eyes as they followed his movements--a look, however, which by the exercise of maidenly
Young man yearns for adventure. The ancient treasure map that leads to an atoll in the Pacific...the mutinous crew...the innocent young girl he loves...give him more adventure than he could have dreamed. Lots of swash and buckle and derring do. You get the picture. Total escapism. Does he get the girl? What do you think? Great for a rainy afternoon. Enjoy!