Roy J. Snell
The Shadow Passes
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(bz editores Jan. 25, 2014)
The Shadow Passes - A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell
“And then I saw it—the Shadow.”
The speaker’s eyes appeared to snap. Johnny Thompson leaned forward in his chair. “It glided through the fog without a sound.” The voice droned on, “Not a sound, mind you! We had a small boat with powerful motors. I stepped on the gas. Our motors roared. We were after that shadow.”
“And then?” Johnny Thompson whispered.
“For all I know,” the black-eyed man murmured, leaning back in his chair, “we might have cut that shadow square in two. Anyway, that’s the last we saw of it for that day.
“But think of it!” he exclaimed after a second’s pause. ”Think of the thing just disappearing in the fog like that!”
He was a romantic figure, this man Blackie. The boys of Matanuska Valley in Alaska loved this gathering of an evening about the red-hot stove in the store. And no part of the evening’s entertainment was ever half so thrilling as Blackie’s stories.
“And then I saw it—the Shadow.”
The speaker’s eyes appeared to snap. Johnny Thompson leaned forward in his chair. “It glided through the fog without a sound.” The voice droned on, “Not a sound, mind you! We had a small boat with powerful motors. I stepped on the gas. Our motors roared. We were after that shadow.”
“And then?” Johnny Thompson whispered.
“For all I know,” the black-eyed man murmured, leaning back in his chair, “we might have cut that shadow square in two. Anyway, that’s the last we saw of it for that day.
“But think of it!” he exclaimed after a second’s pause. ”Think of the thing just disappearing in the fog like that!”
He was a romantic figure, this man Blackie. The boys of Matanuska Valley in Alaska loved this gathering of an evening about the red-hot stove in the store. And no part of the evening’s entertainment was ever half so thrilling as Blackie’s stories.
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