Published by Arrangement With Frederick A. Stokes Co.
Copyright, 1914, by
Frederick A. Stokes Company
All rights reserved
CONTENTS
- [CHAPTER I—DISMISSED]
- [CHAPTER II—A NEW VENTURE]
- [CHAPTER III—THE FURY OF THE SEA]
- [CHAPTER IV—THE ISLAND]
- [CHAPTER V—AN INTERRUPTION]
- [CHAPTER VI—BLOWN OFF]
- [CHAPTER VII—GRUBSTAKED]
- [CHAPTER VIII—PUZZLING QUESTIONS]
- [CHAPTER IX—THE MINE AT SNOWY CREEK]
- [CHAPTER X—THE WRECK OF THE KANAWHA]
- [CHAPTER XI—FATHER AND SON]
- [CHAPTER XII—READY FOR THE FRAY]
- [CHAPTER XIII—THE REPULSE]
- [CHAPTER XIV—FIGHTING FOR A LIFE]
- [CHAPTER XV—ILLUMINATION]
- [CHAPTER XVI—A GHOST OF THE PAST]
- [CHAPTER XVII—THE STRONG-ROOM]
- [CHAPTER XVIII—BOGUS GOLD]
- [CHAPTER XIX—A DANGEROUS SECRET]
- [CHAPTER XX—HOUNDED]
- [CHAPTER XXI—JIMMY’S EMBARRASSMENT]
- [CHAPTER XXII—A WARNING]
- [CHAPTER XXIII—THE FIRST ATTACK]
- [CHAPTER XXIV—THE GIRL IN THE BOAT]
- [CHAPTER XXV—PAYING A DEBT]
- [CHAPTER XXVI—AN UNEXPECTED DELAY]
- [CHAPTER XXVII—ON THE BEACH]
- [CHAPTER XXVIII—A TRUCE]
- [CHAPTER XXIX—THE HIDDEN GOLD]
- [CHAPTER XXX—THE LAST OF THE WRECK]
- [CHAPTER XXXI—A GIFT FROM THE DEAD]
- [CHAPTER XXXII—THE BARRIERS GO DOWN]
THE SECRET OF THE REEF
CHAPTER I—DISMISSED
The big liner’s smoke streamed straight astern, staining the soft blue of the sky, as, throbbing gently to her engines’ stroke, she clove her way through the smooth heave of the North Pacific. Foam blazed with phosphorescent flame beneath her lofty bows and, streaking with green and gold scintillations the long line of hull that gleamed ivory-white in the light of a half moon, boiled up again in fiery splendor in the wake of the twin screws. Mastheads and tall yellow funnels raked across the sky with a measured swing, the long deck slanted gently, its spotless whiteness darkened by the dew, and the draught the boat made struck faint harmonies like the tinkle of elfin harps from wire shroud and guy. Now they rose clearly; now they were lost in the roar of the parted swell.
A glow of electric light streamed out from the saloon-companion and the smoking-room; the skylights of the saloon were open, and when the notes of a piano drifted aft with a girl’s voice, Jimmy Farquhar, second mate, standing dressed in trim white uniform beneath a swung-up boat, smiled at the refrain of the old love song. He was in an unusually impressionable mood; and he felt that there was some danger of his losing his head as his eyes rested admiringly on his companion, for there was a seductive glamour in the blue and silver splendor of the night.