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The Motor Rangers' Wireless Station, is a classical and a rare book, that has been considered important throughout the human history, and so that this work is never forgotten we at Alpha Editions have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. This whole book has been reformatted, retyped and redesigned. These books are not made of scanned copies of their original work, and hence their text is clear and readable. This remarkable book falls within the genres of Language and Literatures, Juvenile belles lettres

The Motor Rangers' Cloud Cruiser, is a classical and a rare book, that has been considered important throughout the human history, and so that this work is never forgotten we at Alpha Editions have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. This whole book has been reformatted, retyped and redesigned. These books are not made of scanned copies of their original work, and hence their text is clear and readable. This remarkable book falls within the genres of Language and Literatures, Juvenile belles lettres

The Motor Rangers on Blue Water; or, The Secret of the Derelict, is a classical and a rare book, that has been considered important throughout the human history, and so that this work is never forgotten we at Alpha Editions have made efforts in its preservation by republishing this book in a modern format for present and future generations. This whole book has been reformatted, retyped and redesigned. These books are not made of scanned copies of their original work, and hence their text is clear and readable. This remarkable book falls within the genres of Language and Literatures, Juvenile belles lettres

Farmer Hiram Applegate had just finished breakfast. For this reason, perhaps, he felt exceptionally good-humored. Even the news he had read in his morning paper (of the day before) to the effect that his pet abomination and aversion, The Boy Scouts, had held a successful and popular review in New York and received personal commendation from the President failed to shake his equanimity. Outside the farmhouse the spring sun shone bright and warm. The air was crisp, and odorous with the scent of apple blossoms. Robins twittered cheerily, hens clucked and now and then a blue bird flashed among the orchard trees.

"Seems to me, Rob, I ought to know that old tub of a motorboat we're overhauling." "Why, yes, Andy, it's Captain Jerry Martin's Sea Gull. Time was when she had a reputation for speed, but her engine is a back number now." "Huh! that must have been away in Noah's time, I reckon, Rob. Why, we could make circles around her, if we chose to drive our little Tramp to the limit." "As we happen to be in no hurry to-day, there's no use making the old skipper feel that his boat is down and out. With vacation opening up before us, I've been trying to settle on some scheme for the scouts of the Eagle Patrol to have a rousing good time this summer."

The West Indian liner, Tropic Queen, one of the great vessels owned by the big shipping combine at whose head was Jacob Jukes, the New York millionaire, was plunging southward through a rolling green sea about two hundred miles to the east of Hatteras. It was evening and the bugle had just sounded for dinner. The decks were, therefore, deserted; the long rows of lounging chairs were vacant, while the passengers, many of them tourists on pleasure bent, were below in the dining saloon appeasing the keen appetites engendered by the brisk wind that was blowing off shore. In a small steel structure perched high on the boat deck, between the two funnels of the Tropic Queen, sat a bright-faced lad reading intently a text-book on Wireless Telegraphy. Although not much more than a schoolboy, he was assistant wireless man of the Queen. His name was Sam Smalley, and he had obtained his position on the ship-the crack vessel of the West Indies and Panama line-through his chum, Jack Ready, head operator of the craft. To readers of the first volume of this series, "The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Atlantic," Jack Ready needs no introduction.

"Up with your helm there, Noddy! Luff her up or you'll have the Curlew on the rocks!" "That's right, luff!" cried Billy Raynor, adding his voice to Jack Ready's command. "That's what I luff to do," grinned the red-headed, former Bowery waif, Noddy Nipper, as, with a dexterous motion, he jerked over the tiller of the fine, speedy sloop in which the boys were enjoying a sail on Alexandria Bay, above the Thousand Islands. The mainsail and jib shivered, and the Curlew spun round like a top just as it seemed inevitable that she must end her career on some jagged rocks that had suddenly loomed up ahead. "Neatly done, Noddy," applauded Jack. "We'll forgive you even that awful pun for that skillful bit of boat-handling." The freckled lad grinned in appreciation of the compliment paid him by the Wireless Boy. "Much obliged," he said. "Of course I haven't got sailing down as fine as you yet. How far do you reckon we are from home?" "From the Pine Island hotel, you mean?" rejoined Billy Raynor. "Oh, not more than ten miles." "Just about that," chimed in Jack. "If this wind holds we'll be home in time for supper." "Supper!" exclaimed Bill; "I could eat an octogenarian doughnut, I'm so hungry."

"Luff a little, Merritt!" "Luff it is, Rob. And let me tell you right now that if this head wind keeps on growing stronger, we're going to have it nip and tuck to get home before dark sets in. These November, days have a quick end, you know. Steady now, everybody; we'll have to come about." "On the next leg, Merritt, run in as close to the shore as you can," continued the boy who was handling the sheet of the sailboat, and who seemed to be in command, though he had given up his place at the helm to a comrade. "Just what I'll do, Skipper Rob. Here, Andy, and you, Tubby, swing over to the la'board in a hurry, now, and help hold her down. You're the best ballast we've got aboard, Tubby." The stout boy who seemed so well named, for he was built on the order of a tub of butter, hastened to change his position as the boom of the sailboat swung over, and the little craft with a jump started on a new tack, this time heading for the mainland.

"Hurrah!" The shout went upward in a swelling volume of sound as a thousand voices took up the cry. "Say, those boys can fly!" "I should say so." "Did you see that swoop!" "Did I? I thought they were goners sure." "They handle that sky-clipper like a bicycle." These admiring exclamations came in a perfect hailstorm as the big biplane air-craft, which had called them forth, swept earthward, bearing her two young occupants downward in a long graceful glide, and landing them at the door of their red aerodrome with the precision of an automobile being driven up to its owner's front steps. The drone of the engine ceased and little spurts of dust shot up from the landing wheels as the young aviator at the helm of the beautiful craft applied his brakes, threw out the spark and cut off the engine. The plane ran about one hundred feet on its wheels and then came to a standstill. "Hurrah for the Golden Eagle!" shouted a voice. The enthusiasm was echoed all over the crowded field. From the long rows of autos, parked at the edge of the field and crowded with applauding men and women, came the "honk! honk!" of horns in a deafening clamor.

The air in the valley was still as death. Not a wandering puff of wind swept the white, snow-covered slopes that shot up steeply from either side of its wide, flat floor; nor had any stirred for several days. The land was chained and fettered in icy bonds, and would be for many long weeks.

"Oh, it's southward ho, where the breezes blow; we're off for the pole, yo, ho! heave ho!" "Is that you, Harry?" asked a lad of about seventeen, without looking up from some curious-looking frames and apparatus over which he was working in the garage workshop back of his New York home on Madison Avenue. "Ay! ay! my hearty," responded his brother, giving his trousers a nautical hitch; "you seem to have forgotten that to-day is the day we are to see the polar ship." "Not likely," exclaimed Frank Chester, flinging down his wrench and passing his hand through a mop of curly hair; "what time is it?" "Almost noon; we must be at the Eric Basin at two o'clock." "As late as that? Well, building a motor sledge and fixing up the Golden Eagle certainly occupies time." "Come on; wash up and then we'll get dinner and start over." "Will Captain Hazzard be there?"

"Here, Harry, catch hold." "Ouch-I dropped that cartridge box on my pet corn." "Say, you fellows, are we going to Africa or are we on a Coney Island picnic?" "Be serious now, Billy Barnes, you may be all right as a reporter, but as a shipping clerk you're no more good than a cold storage egg." "Well, I'm doing the best I can," was the indignant reply, "here-I've got it all down: Box 10- One waterproof tent, one rubber-blanket, tent-pegs, ropes, more ropes.-Say, Frank, what in the name of the 'London Times' and jumping horn-toads do you want so much rope for?" "To tie up a certain young reporter named William Barnes when he gets too fresh," was the laughing reply.

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"Can you make out any sign of the mesa yet, Pete?" The speaker, a sun-bronzed lad of about seventeen, mounted on a bright bay pony with a white-starred forehead, drew rein as he spoke. Shoving back his sombrero, he shielded his eyes from the shimmering desert glare with one hand and gazed intently off into the southwest. "Nope; nary a speck, so fur. Queer, too; we ought to be seein' it by now." Coyote Pete, as angular, rangy and sinewy as ever, gazed as intently in the same direction as the lad, Jack Merrill, himself. The pause allowed the remainder of the party to ride up. There was Ralph Stetson, a good deal browner and sturdier-looking than when we encountered him last in "The Border Boys on the Trail"; Walt Phelps, the ranch boy, whose blazing hair outrivaled the glowing sun; and the bony, grotesque form of Professor Wintergreen, preceptor of Latin and the kindred tongues at Stonefell College, and amateur archaeologist. Lest they might feel slighted, let us introduce also, One Spot, Two Spot and Three Spot, the pack burros.

"Oh! how glad I am that part of the trip is over, now we've crossed from England to Antwerp without being wrecked!" "You certainly did seem to have a bad time of it, Tubby, in the wash of the Channel!" "Bad time did you say, Rob? It was a great deal worse than anything we struck on the voyage between New York and Liverpool, let me tell you." "But now we want to forget all our troubles of the past, Tubby." "I know what you mean by that, Merritt; it's just the same as telling me the worst is yet to come." "Well, I'm a little afraid myself that's go[Pg 6]ing to turn out a fact. Here we are, just landed in a strange country that is being overrun by an army of German invaders; and all of us are bound to push deeper and deeper into the mire." "Hey, Merritt, you give me a shiver when you say that, don't you know?" "I guess you must mean a quiver, Tubby; because whenever you laugh or tremble you make me think of a bowl full of jelly!" "Now you're making sport of me because I'm so pudgy and fat. Just as if I could help that; can I, Rob?"

The dark growth of scrub oak and pine parted suddenly and the lithe figure of a boy of about seventeen emerged suddenly into the little clearing. The lad who had so abruptly materialized from the close-growing vegetation peculiar to the region about the little town of Hampton, on the south shore of Long Island, wore a well-fitting uniform of brown khaki, canvas leggings of the same hue and a soft hat of the campaign variety, turned up at one side. To the front of his headpiece was fastened a metal badge, resembling the three-pointed arrow head utilized on old maps to indicate the north. On a metal scroll beneath it were embossed the words: "Be Prepared." The manner of the badge's attachment would have indicated at once, to any one familiar with the organization, that the lad wearing it was the patrol leader of the local band of Boy Scouts.

"Hullo, Rob; what's up?" Merritt Crawford stopped on his way past the Hampton post-office, and hailed Rob Blake, the leader of the Eagle Patrol, of which Merritt was corporal. Both lads wore the natty scout uniform. "Not a thing is up or down, either," rejoined Rob, with a laugh; "it looks as if things had stopped happening in Hampton ever since that schooner was blown up." "And Jack Curtiss's hopes of a fortune with it," added Merritt. "Well, I'm off home. Going that way?"

"The Boy Scouts Under Fire in Mexico" by John Henry Goldfrap is an exciting adventure novel that thrusts a group of Boy Scouts into the midst of a volatile and dangerous situation in Mexico.In this thrilling story, the Boy Scouts find themselves in Mexico during a period of turmoil and conflict. As they navigate this challenging and unfamiliar terrain, they become embroiled in a series of perilous adventures. Their resourcefulness, courage, and ability to think on their feet are put to the test as they confront dangers, assist those in need, and strive to make it out of this high-stakes situation alive.The novel highlights the core values of the Boy Scouts, including preparedness, resourcefulness, and bravery. It portrays how these young scouts rise to the occasion when faced with adversity and adversity on a grand scale.John Henry Goldfrap's storytelling immerses readers in the complex political and geographical landscape of Mexico, offering an action-packed narrative that captures the essence of scouting and the importance of adaptability and quick thinking in challenging circumstances.

"The Boy Scouts on Belgian Battlefields" by John Henry Goldfrap is an adventurous tale that follows a group of Boy Scouts as they find themselves amidst the chaos of World War I on the Belgian battlefields.In this gripping story, the Boy Scouts, known for their resourcefulness and readiness, are called upon to serve in a time of great need. As the war rages on, they volunteer to aid in various capacities, including providing assistance to the wounded and carrying out important missions behind enemy lines. Their courage, quick thinking, and dedication to helping others are put to the test as they navigate the dangers of a war-torn landscape.The novel celebrates the spirit of service, bravery, and the values that the Boy Scouts hold dear, including preparedness and civic duty. It portrays how these young scouts rise to the occasion and make a meaningful contribution during a critical period in history.John Henry Goldfrap's storytelling immerses readers in the dramatic backdrop of World War I, offering an action-packed narrative that highlights the importance of selflessness and service to others.

The Dreadnought Boys on Battle Practice By John Henry Goldfrap

The sharp bow of Zenas Daniels' green and red dory grazed the yellow beach on the west shore of Brig Island, a wooded patch of land lying about a mile off the Maine Shore in the vicinity of Casco Bay. His son Zeb, a lumbering, uncouth-looking lad of about eighteen, with a pronounced squint, leaped from the craft as it was beached, and seized hold of the frayed painter preparatory to dragging her farther up the beach.

"The Boy Scouts on the Range" by John Henry Goldfrap is an adventurous tale that follows a group of Boy Scouts as they venture into the untamed wilderness of the American range.In this thrilling story, the Boy Scouts embark on an expedition to the range, a vast and challenging landscape known for its rugged terrain and unpredictable weather. As they traverse the wilderness, they learn essential survival skills, encounter wildlife, and face various challenges that test their resourcefulness and teamwork.The novel celebrates the spirit of outdoor exploration, self-sufficiency, and the values of the Boy Scouts, including preparedness and a deep connection to nature. It portrays how these young scouts adapt to the challenges of the range and grow as individuals through their experiences.John Henry Goldfrap's storytelling immerses readers in the beauty and challenges of the American wilderness, offering an action-packed narrative that captures the essence of scouting and the joys of outdoor adventure.

"The Bungalow Boys in the Great Northwest" by John Henry Goldfrap is an enthralling continuation of the adventures of the Bungalow Boys. In this installment, the intrepid group of friends ventures into the vast and untamed wilderness of the Great Northwest, embarking on another thrilling journey filled with challenges and discoveries.The narrative unfolds against the backdrop of the stunning landscapes of the Great Northwest, showcasing its towering mountains, dense forests, and pristine lakes. As the boys immerse themselves in this rugged and breathtaking environment, they encounter a host of new adventures and experiences.The bond of friendship that unites the Bungalow Boys remains a central theme, and their unwavering camaraderie is tested and strengthened in the face of the wilderness's formidable obstacles. Together, they rely on their unique skills and resourcefulness to overcome the trials of this wild frontier.Adventure is once again a constant companion as the boys navigate the uncharted territories of the Great Northwest. From encounters with wildlife to the exploration of hidden valleys and the quest for hidden treasures, the story is replete with excitement and suspense.The pursuit of discovery and the thrill of the unknown continue to drive the narrative. Whether they are searching for valuable resources or unearthing the secrets of the wilderness, the boys' thirst for adventure keeps the story's momentum alive.As they journey deeper into the Great Northwest, the Bungalow Boys encounter a diverse array of characters, including indigenous people, fellow explorers, and settlers. These interactions provide insights into the cultural richness of the region and offer opportunities for learning and growth.Throughout their adventures, the boys undergo personal development and growth. They face moral dilemmas, make important decisions, and gain a deeper understanding of themselves and the world around them. These experiences contribute to their maturation and add depth to their characters."The Bungalow Boys in the Great Northwest" is a captivating and immersive tale that celebrates the spirit of exploration and the enduring bonds of friendship. It invites readers to embark on a thrilling journey through a land of wonder and danger, where discovery and adventure are around every corner.

"After all, fellows, it's good to be back home again." The speaker, Rob Blake, leader of the Eagle Patrol of Boy Scouts, spoke with conviction. He was a "rangy," sun-burned lad of about eighteen, clear-eyed, confident and wiry. His Boy Scout training, too, had made him resourceful beyond his years.