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Theodore Goodridge Roberts. The Harbor Master
The Harbor Master
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I
BLACK DENNIS NOLAN
CHAPTER II
NOLAN SHOWS HIS APTITUDE FOR COMMAND
CHAPTER III
FOXEY JACK QUINN SLIPS AWAY
CHAPTER IV
DEAD MAN'S DIAMONDS
CHAPTER V
FATHER MCQUEEN VISITS HIS FLOCK
CHAPTER VI
THE GIRL FROM THE CROSS-TREES
CHAPTER VII
THE GOLD OF THE "ROYAL WILLIAM"
CHAPTER VIII
THE SKIPPER STRUGGLES AGAINST SUPERSTITION
CHAPTER IX
SOME EARLY VISITS
CHAPTER X
MARY KAVANAGH
CHAPTER XI
THE SKIPPER CARRIES A LETTER
CHAPTER XII
DICK LYNCH GOES ON THE WAR-PATH
CHAPTER XIII
BILL BRENNEN PREACHES LOYALTY
CHAPTER XIV
DICK LYNCH MEETS MR. DARLING
CHAPTER XV
MR. DARLING SETS OUT ON A JOURNEY
CHAPTER XVI
MR. DARLING ARRIVES IN CHANCE ALONG
CHAPTER XVII
MARY KAVANAGH USES HER WITS
CHAPTER XVIII
MOTHER NOLAN DOES SOME SPYING
CHAPTER XIX
MARY AT WORK AGAIN
CHAPTER XX
FATHER MCQUEEN'S RETURN
THE END
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Theodore Goodridge Roberts
Published by Good Press, 2019
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The wreck lay across a sunken rock, listed heavily to port. Her spars were all over the side, a tangled mass washing and beating about in the seas. A snag of rock had been driven clean through the timbers of the port-bow. Black Dennis Nolan and his companions managed to get aboard at last. A fire of rags and oil still burned in an iron tub on the main deck. They went forward to the galley for a lamp, and with this entered the cabins aft. Dennis Nolan led the way. The captain's room was empty. They found and examined the quarters of the passengers. Clothing and bedding were tossed about in disorder, and it seemed that everything of value had been collected and carried away. They gathered up a couple of silk gowns and a fur-lined cloak, however. The skipper was shaking out the sheets from a berth when he felt something strike the toe of his boot. He stooped quickly, recovered a small box bound in red leather, and slipped it in his pocket. The others had observed nothing of this. In another cabin, they found the passengers' heavy baggage packed in about a dozen big leather boxes. They carried these to the main deck without waiting to open them. By this time the dawn was an actual, dreary-gray fact, and the fog was no more than a thin mist.
