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In 'The Boy Aviators' Treasure Quest; Or, The Golden Galleon' by John Henry Goldfrap, readers are taken on a thrilling adventure packed with mystery, action, and historical intrigue. The book follows a group of boy aviators as they embark on a treasure-hunting quest to find the legendary Golden Galleon, combining elements of adventure and coming-of-age themes. Goldfrap's narrative style is engaging and fast-paced, keeping readers on the edge of their seats throughout the journey. Set in the early 20th century, the book provides insight into the fascination with exploration and discovery during this time period. The intricate plot and vivid descriptions make this book a captivating read for both young adult and adult audiences. Fans of adventure stories and historical fiction will be enthralled by Goldfrap's work. John Henry Goldfrap's background as a journalist and author of numerous adventure stories likely inspired him to create this exciting tale of courage and perseverance.
"[...] "The old fox, -I wonder if he recognized us?" cried Harry. "If his eyes are as keen as they used to be, he did, without a question," rejoined Frank. The boy was right. Old Barr had recognized them, and knew them all the more readily indeed for the reason that at that very moment his mind was bent on frustrating a plan that Sanborn had informed him the boys had in mind, and which they were on their way to culminate. "I'll bet, if he knew what we are on our way to talk over, he'd give a few dollars to be present at the conversation," remarked Billy. "You may well say that," laughed Frank, "anything that there seems to be a dollar in, is old Luther Barr's highest ideal." By this time they had passed through the village and, after walking about half a mile down a country road, they emerged on a green, park-like meadow, at the further side of which stood a neat cottage. Portions of a whale's huge bones dotted either side of the path as ornaments, and in front of the cottage stood a flagpole from which fluttered the Stars and Stripes. The cottage was painted white and was as neat and ship-shape as the quarterdeck of a man-of-war. As they walked up the path the door opened and a grizzled face, set in a perfect forest of white whiskers, protruded itself with a smile of welcome. "Hello, boys-welcome to my cuddy," cried Blue-water Bill's hearty voice. "I've a fine dish of lobscouse, a raisin pie and some cider from Farmer Goggins's press all ready for you. Come in-come in." He ushered them into a small sitting-room, furnished with all sorts of sea curiosities, and, after explaining several of the curios to the boys, he announced, [...]."
Book Excerpt: ng to gain the prestige of winning this Hempstead Plains Cup." "I've heard of old Barr before. He's a regular skinflint, but I suppose, if you say it will be all right about the money, I'll have to take your word for it. I need some coin too badly to stick at anything." "That's the way to talk. By the way, talking of the inventor of the Buzzard, I saw a piece in the paper about him to-night." "What was it?" "Why it seems that the poor beggar applied for shelter at the Municipal lodging-house in New York and told them a long tale of Barr having robbed him of his invention. They sized him up as being just another of those inventor bugs and so sent him to the booby hatch in Bellevue." "A good place for him," was the rejoinder, "these inventors are all crazy." "Well, Luther Barr's found a way to make this particular crank pay," was the reply. "That's so. Well, good-night. Oh, say what was the name of the man who planned the Buzzard?" "Oh, Eben something--let Read More
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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - 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 hail-storm 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.