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Young, Clarence

"Or, the Young Derelict Hunters"


"Sorry I can't help you much," spoke Mr. De Vere, "but this arm of
mine prevents me."
"Oh, we can manage it all right," declared Jerry, and after a while,
they succeeded in wheeling the safe out into the middle of the cabin.
"There is some other stuff in the locker," announced Bob, as he peered
within. "It looks like those small boxes Mr. Blowitz shipped from
Cresville."
"That's what they are," added Jerry, taking a look. "Now we have a
chance to see what is in them."
"Wait until we get the safe open," advised Mr. De Vere. "Then we'll
see if we can't get at the secret of the ship."
He sat down in front of the strong steel box, and began to turn the
combination. It was quite complicated, and took some time.
"Um-m-m-m-m!" exclaimed Bob, with a lazy stretch. "I'm beginning to
feel sleepy. Guess I'll lie down on this couch and rest."
He did so, and, somewhat to his companions' surprise, was soon
apparently asleep.
"He must be pretty well played out," remarked Ned. "Funny, but I feel
a little drowsy myself. We haven't been getting any too much sleep, of
late, I suppose."
Mr. De Vere was working away at the combination of the safe. Something
seemed to have gone wrong with it, and he twirled the knobs and dials,
first this way and that.
"What a curious ringing sound they make," Jerry was thinking, as he
sat in a chair and looked on. "It's just like bells away off
somewhere. I wonder if it's my ears? I feel as if I had taken quinine
for a cold.


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