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Chapter 9 CREEPING SHADOWS

Word Count: 1339    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

d pal from his mind is impossible. Johnny did not wish to forget Pant.

with a note from Don del Valle to his plantation manager ordering him to deliver twenty thousand bunches of bananas to the bearer,

s return trip to the United States. With what feelings of hopes and fears he then awaited the good skipper's reply. Now he was elated by the

ntment that he found the place deserted. Colonel Longstreet had put the scattered papers to rights and repaired the damaged safe as best he could and he, too, had left. But on

," said Johnny, "but what in the na

n marks and trade signs. "Oh well, there's no time for working puzzles now. I must get up the railway to Kennedy's

nd its broad open spaces in lieu of windows, waiting for the tra

ace grew sober as he unfold

at

quick exclamation

The North Star a

lking to Madge Kennedy. No wall flower, this girl. Sun-browned arms, honest freckles, strong and healthy muscles, that was Madg

Johnny had found her doing her bit by swinging a short stout brush scythe. Two husky Carib Indians we

e swath, he dropped beside her in the ev

Five thousand boxes of grapefruit. That many at least. And we'll get the top price.

no

us. Your grandfather can find

, "hundreds of them, thousands if necessary.

rk little spot in any tiny republic where he has not been. He has visited Maya Indians who were supposed to kill a white man at sight. They did not touch him. Love, sympathy and a simple modesty are

ch five thousand acres of the finest grape

ook he

here's no question. Then your grandfat

e-lea

beyond that a broad stretch of green where an occasional cohune nut palm with leaves thirty feet long brok

her would not leave it. He loves th

him a captain. They say it was uncanny the way he led his men, his black Caribs from Central America,

And he never allows anyone to call him Captain Kennedy. That's

"One of those dark Spaniards. I don't like him. Br-r-r-r! He makes me think of the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood.

k it. He was destined in good time to know what sort of busines

dy sitting alone

late me. I have my cargo completed. Bananas. You may begin packing your fr

the shadows. He had heard all, and the black cloud

edy bade him good-night, then strode rapidly awa

upon Johnny's spirits. It was as if threa

o himself. "Probably

many times, in fact to see him the very next da

he whispered

of Madge Kennedy and the Spaniard,

heard the girl saying. "I'll h

udden night of the jungle had blotted out every track of the orch

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