Rex Kingdon on Storm Island
Rex Kingdon on Storm Island
REX KINGDON ON STORM ISLAND
By GORDON BRADDOCK
"Rex Kingdon of Ridgewood High," "Rex Kingdon in the
the North Woods," "Rex Kingdon at Walcott Hall,"
"Rex Kingdon Behind the Bat," etc.
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How would you like to spend a summer vacation on an uninhabited island off the Maine coast,-not alone, of course, but in company with a few chosen chums, all good fellows in their way and all of them ready for any sort of sport or adventure that might be found or borrowed? Surely, such a vacation would provide plenty of good fun, as well as some troubles and annoyances; but no vigorous, high-spirited American boy would mind a certain amount of inconveniences when he sets out to have a good time on a camping trip. In fact, he looks for some unpleasant things to happen, and he has a way of going right ahead and making the best of everything, so that many a time a source of irritation is turned into a spring of enjoyment and delight.
It was so with Rex Kingdon and his friends of the present story. When they arrived at Storm Island and found another party of campers located there, they at first were annoyed. They had understood that no one else would be given a permit to camp on that island. Imagine their astonishment when they discovered that the other party had deceived a local officer into letting them remain on the island by representing themselves to be "Rex Kingdon and friends," rightful holders of the camping permit. Trouble? Could anything spell trouble more plainly? But, after all, they managed to get more real fun out of it than they could have had if they had been the only campers on Storm Island. And, in the end, Rex wins a new recruit for Walcott Hall-and the prep. school baseball team.
This is the fifth story of The Rex Kingdon Series. It will be followed by the sixth and final volume of the series, which will bear the title, "Rex Kingdon and His Chums." In that forthcoming story Rex will finish his course at the Hall. As he regretfully bids good-by to the old school, the reader who has faithfully followed his career since he made his first bow in "Rex Kingdon of Ridgewood High" will have to bid good-by to him-as regretfully, I hope.
New York, February 14, 1917.
Rex Kingdon on Storm Island.
THE MENACE OF THE LAW.
"What's that noise? Say, Pudge, wake up and take a look."
"Hey? What noise?" stammered Pudge MacComber, startled out of serene slumber.
"Hear it? Sounds like a lot of soda-water bottles popping. Take a squint, Lazy."
The fat youth might have returned the compliment. Ben Comas lay on his back in the shade and did not even remove the cap over his eyes. Pudge, however, knew his cousin too well, and was too much in his debt, to file any objection to this command. Heaving a sigh, he struggled heavily to his feet. As he did so he became aware of a half-muffled put, put, put-a-put rising from the water which the camp site overlooked.
"Why, that's a motorboat!" he exclaimed before spying the craft in question.
"Noisy thing," grunted Ben, without moving.
"It's aiming this way," Pudge said, "right for our landing."
"Going to have visitors? Thought nobody ever came here."
"Wouldn't think many folks would, with the signs the Manatee Company have stuck up," chuckled Pudge. "Say!"
"Say it," grunted Ben.
"Only one man in the launch, an' I see something flash. Yes," Pudge gurgled, "I bet it is