Quotes from Franklin W. Dixon

Frank swam frantically toward the trapped girl!

But I wish we could throw off some excess weight." Joe eyed Chet slyly.

Darkness found Frank backing the boys' convertible out the Hardy driveway. Five minutes later they had stopped for a traffic light on the main street of Bayport. Suddenly there was the roar of another engine, a rattle of tin, the raucous

The two cars drove to the Morton farm, about a mile outside Bayport. Several other cars were parked there already. The Hardys' friends marched the brothers into the house.

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Late that afternoon they rolled into Larchmont, an old town built around a main square containing the courthouse and a Civil War monument. Stores lined the edges of the square, and the boys soon spotted the building which housed the Record's offices, which were on the second floor.

No way," Iola put in. "I'm going to win!" "Nope, it's going to be me," Joe argued. Just then Mr. Jenkins came hurrying back. The school principal, Ms. Butler, was right behind him. Both of them looked very serious. "Listen up, people," Principal Butler said to all the kids. "Please clear this area while Mr. Jenkins and I have a look around. You may continue

The brothers reached the Bayport waterfront early. It was the scene of great activity. A tanker was unloading barrels of oil, and longshoremen were trundling them to waiting trucks. At another dock a passenger ship was tied up. Porters hurried about, carrying luggage and packages to a line of taxicabs. Many sailors strolled along the busy street. Some stepped into restaurants, others into amusement galleries.

Swahili is a modified form of the Arabic sawa-hil, meaning 'coast people?

The boys hurried into the hotel and made their way toward the restaurant. From the lobby they could see Aunt Gertrude and "Mrs. Harrison" seated at a table near the street door. Frank and Joe slipped in and sat down near a potted palm which shielded them from view. Seeing a waitress bring salads to the others, they ordered sandwiches and soda.

Dr. Bates, the Hardys' family physician, had his office at home, a rambling stone house a few blocks from Elm Street. The boys found the office entrance open, and the secretary-nurse allowed them to see the doctor at once. Frank explained why they

Frank and Joe briefly told the officer on duty they might have a lead and dashed off to their car. They soon reached New Street, where most of the old-fashioned houses had "Rooms for Rent" signs in windows. Number 49 was a large run-down mansion, set far back from the street. Frank and Joe climbed the high steps and rang the bell. A neatly dressed, middle-aged woman opened the door.

Huge live oaks, hung with Spanish moss, partly hid a stately white Southern mansion in need of paint. Wisteria blossoms hung bell-like from vines climbing the walls. The Hardys mounted the steps of the still stately portico, supported by high, once-white round columns. Frank knocked repeatedly on the door. There was no response. As they circled the neglected structure, they rapped on windows, called out, pounded on side and back doors, with no results.

After breakfast they drove to Bayport Harbor. They found the area bustling with activity. "There's the Black Parrot," Joe said, pointing. They watched as stevedores pushed handcarts, loaded with wooden crates, up a gangplank to the ship. A hoist was putting heavier cargo aboard.

The young detectives arrived at their boathouse just as Chet came rumbling along in his father's farm truck. On the rear of it was an odd-shaped contraption hidden under a tarpaulin. Chet pulled up and hopped out. "Now for the unveiling!" he announced. "If you fellows were wearing hats, I'd tell you to hold onto them real tight. You're in for a whale of a treat!

solve a mystery on our own, though." Frank

On both sides of them lay a dense forest of towering evergreens. Ice was forming along the banks, which in places were strewn with rugged boulders or rose in steep, rocky upthrusts. As the afternoon wore on, the wind grew stronger and more bitter. Dark clouds closed in from the northwest. René muttered, "The snow, she come soon, I think.

Vivira is less than forty miles north of Mazatlan," Frank said, examining a road map. "Just off the main road." A little over an hour passed before the Hardys and Chet arrived in Vivira. It was a quiet little village with many trees, and a fountain in the center of a small plaza.

The Hardys and Chet arrived at the track in less than an hour. The area was a beehive of activity. Bright-colored stock cars and dragsters gleamed in the sun as drivers prepared their vehicles for the day's competitions.

Frank drove five miles north of town to an elevated spot overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, and directly below, Barmet Bay. From the road, they could see Bayport hugging the coast with its many docks stretching like dark fingers into the bay.

A few minutes later they reached the east side of Bayport. Frank turned into Springdale Avenue. By the time they passed a small stone house numbered fifty-two, they had entered a section where the sidewalks came to an end and buildings were far apart. The car bumped along an uneven dirt road. "We're practically out in the country," said Joe. "I'll bet we're beyond the city limits.

Joe checked the gas and oil in their car while Frank loaded the baggage into the trunk. "All set." "Okay." Joe took the wheel and zigzagged through the Bayport streets until they came to the highway which led directly west. Early-morning traffic was light, consisting mainly of large trucks heading east toward the radar construction. The road, level at first, rose in a long curve toward the top of a hill, three miles out of town.

Fish Hook? Why?" Biff asked, neatly falling into Chet's trap. "Because it's at the end of the line." Chet guffawed and slapped Biff on the back. Biff groaned. "You really hooked me on that one, pal." "Okay," said Joe. "Let's cut the comedy and see if we can park here.

Frank and Joe marveled at the scenery along the coast. It was extremely craggy, and geysers of white foam shot up from the sea splashing against the jagged rocks.