Books with author Frank Walsh

CHAPTER I.ABOVE NEW YORK BAY.An aviator, swinging northward in a June twilight, found himself constantly annoyed by the driver of a machine whose only motive in life seemed to be to get in the way. Turn as he might to right or left, sail high or low, the obstinate and impertinent pursuer was always at hand to threaten him.To the west, lay Bedloe’s island, showing the Statue of Liberty, ruddy in the sunlight. To the east, Governor’s island presented the battlements of Fort Columbus and Castle William. To the north, or to the northeast, to be more exact, lay Battery park, a smear of green at the lower end of Manhattan island.For a time people on ferryboats traversing New York bay looked upward in momentary expectation of a battle in the air. Then the two flying machines passed north along the line of Broadway, crossed over Bronx park, and came to the vicinity of Pelham bay, in Westchester county.Here the aviator who had shown such pugnacity in his dashes and swirls at the other, and who had been repulsed only by the finest skill and tact, wheeled straight to the west and was soon lost to sight in the gathering darkness.For a moment it seemed that the aviator who had thus far acted only on the defensive was about to become the aggressor and follow in the wake of his persecutor. In fact, he was about to swing away in pursuit when the ringing of a bell at a hangar below attracted his attention. Then, with a frown showing on a boyish face, he swung to the north a short distance and volplaned to a level space in front of the hangar.Descending from his seat, the aviator was greeted, rather anxiously it seemed, by two boys not far from his own age. Very little was said until the flying machine had been run into the great shed, and then the three turned away to a rather elaborate office building which stood in a grove of trees at the entrance to the grounds.A chill wind was blowing off Long Island sound, and the boys found a grate fire burning brightly in a private room at the rear of the structure. They seated themselves before the leaping flames and looked expectantly into each other’s faces for a moment before speaking.Those who have read the opening volume of this series will need little introduction to James Stuart, Ben Whitcomb and Carl Nichols. Street boys of sixteen, they had, some months before, met Louis Havens, the famous millionaire aviator, and accompanied him on a trip to Mexico which had brought both fame and fortune to every member of the party.On their return to New York from the “Burning Mountain” the boys had planned a course in college, but, at the request of Mr. Havens, they had promised to undertake a daring commission from the New York chief of police. A short time before their return to the city the night-watchman of the Buyers’ Bank had been murdered, the monster safe dynamited, and thousands of dollars in currency and securities taken.

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Excerpt from City BlockBelow the brim of his hat was a bit of auburn bang and a clear brow. His hat and his features did not go together: perhaps the reason why his hat was so far tilted upward. There was a small fine nose, pushing; a small warm mouth, taking cold air; blue eyes. Against these, in adverse rhythm a hat that tilted, a bamboo cane that swung, shoes spat-ted. Here was presto, eyes and nose and mouth were andantino. A subtle discord wavering apart in the crude song of the street.Under its spume of shopping multitude, his body had its pace, his mind its channel. Clarence Lipper was an individual man with shoulders Sharp through the churn.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1913. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER X, A QUEER DISCOVERY. When Ben reached the place where he had left Kit asleep, Carl stood with a searchlight in his hand, examining footprints on the ground. "He wandered away, of course!" Carl said. "He must have done so," was the puzzled reply. "Because," Carl went on, " there was no one here to lug him off." "That's the supposition!" replied Ben anxiously. "But why should the little customer sneak off without saying a word to us?" demanded Carl. "That isn't at all like him!" "Perhaps he saw Jimmie's light in the cavern and went in there," suggested Ben. "He's an inquisitive little chap." The boys went to the western extremity of the canyon and looked down an almost perpendicular wall, nearly a thousand feet in height, to the surging waters of the Pacific ocean. They looked up the vertical walls to the summits outlined ajainst the stars. They threw their lights over the crags at the head of the canyon. "He's still in here somewhere!" Ben asserted. "I don't believe any one could get out without using a flying machine!" "Of course, he's here!" Carl answered. The boys walked closer to the face of the crag and turned their lights on the broken walls. "It would be just like him to follow Jimmie in there," Carl observed. "Sure it would!" replied Ben. "But what gets me," Carl went on, "is that he went away without asking for anything to eat! The kid is second only to Jimmie in the capacity of his stomach. He's always hungry, especially after a short sleep." "It is a wonder he didn't demand a square meal, as Jimmie calls it, before wandering away," Ben admitted. "Here's an opening which seems to be the only one Jimmie could enter far enough to shut the light of his electric from the canyon," Carl said, in a moment. "If you'll go back to the machines, I'll go o...

Join the adventure as Who Cat-a funny, curious alley cat-embarks on an exciting journey through the state of Louisiana with his friends! Along the way, you'll learn some useful life lessons and some fun facts about Louisiana. For example, Who Cat describes some of the food that people in Louisiana typically enjoy-like crawfish and étouffée and gumbo! What are your favorite foods? Who Cat's book is interactive, which means you can use the sticky notes to answer questions like this throughout the story. Who Cat will be traveling all over the United States, and his next stop is beautiful North Carolina. If you have some ideas about places you want to see Who Cat visit, please email his family at FrannysWhoCat@Yahoo.com. You'll fall in love with this quirky little cat, so jump on board and become a part of the Who Cat Nation!