Isle o' Dreams. Frederick Ferdinand Moore

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       Frederick Ferdinand Moore

      Isle o' Dreams

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066131746

Table of Contents

       ISLE O' DREAMS

       ISLE O' DREAMS

       CHAPTER I

       Robert Trask Arrives in Manila From Amoy

       CHAPTER II

       Dinshaw Tells of His Island

       CHAPTER III

       Captain Dinshaw Pulls a Long Bow

       CHAPTER IV

       Captain Jarrow Goes Cruising in Strange Waters

       CHAPTER V

       Jarrow Does and Says Queer Things

       CHAPTER VI

       Mr. Peth Is Particular About Where He Sleeps

       CHAPTER VII

       Trask Has a Talk with Doc Bird

       CHAPTER VIII

       How the Schooner Arrived off the Island

       CHAPTER IX

       Trask Undertakes a Private Investigation

       CHAPTER X

       Captain Jarrow Admits He Is Suspicious of Peth

       CHAPTER XI

       Mr. Peth Does Most Amazing Things

       CHAPTER XII

       Trask Makes a Discovery

       CHAPTER XIII

       What Happened to Doc and the Dinghy

       CHAPTER XIV

       What Jarrow Wanted and What He Got

       CHAPTER XV

       An End and a Beginning

       THE END

      ISLE O' DREAMS

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ISLE O' DREAMS

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CHAPTER I

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Robert Trask Arrives in Manila From Amoy

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      As the tubby little China Coast steamer marched up Manila Bay, Trask stood under the bridge on the skimpy "promenade deck" and waited impatiently for the doctor's boat to come alongside. He was the only white passenger among a motley lot of Chinese merchants and half-castes of varied hues, and he was glad the passage was at an end.

      He had made the trip with a Finnish skipper, disconcertingly cross-eyed, a Lascar mate who looked like a pirate and had a voice like a school-girl, a purser addicted to the piccolo late at night, and fellow-passengers who jabbered interminably about nothing at all in half a dozen languages. So Trask regarded the spires and red roofs of Manila with the hungry eyes of a man who has been separated from civilization and his own kind too many days to remember.

      Before the steamer anchored, Trask saw the Taming passing out for Hong Kong, white moustaches of foam at her forefoot and her decks alive with men and women. She was as smart as a big liner.

      But he looked away from her to the Luneta and the villa-like Bay View Hotel, white and stately, at the lip of the bay. That was his goal, for he had promised Marjorie Locke he would be in Manila the day before, and he was now a day late.

      The customs boarding officer took him ashore with his bags and graciously allowed him to depart in a quilez, after holding his baggage for examination. Trask went whirling up Calle San Fernando, through Plaza Oriente, Calle Rosario, Plaza Moraga, over the Bridge of Spain and into shady Bazumbayan Drive, skirting the moat of the Walled City. It was a roundabout way but the quickest, for the cochero made his ponies travel at a good clip for a double fare.

      The rig shot across the baking Luneta, and ere it had come to a full stop before the Bay View Trask was out and into the darkened hall of the tourist headquarters of the Philippine capital.

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