008-The Mystery Of Cabin Island by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-07T14:27:32+00:00

Frank laughed. "Tomorrow Joe and I will buy supplies. But you and Biff will have to stay and guard the island."

"I'll admit I'm hungry as a bear, too," Joe said.

"Likewise!" Biff put in.

"Well, fellows," Chet began sheepishly, "I-er-forgot about this until now, but-er-we can have a snack."

The others stared at the rotund youth, who reddened as he explained. "When I made sandwiches for lunch, I put some away - in case of emergency!"

"Where are they?" asked Joe. "We searched all over this place!"

Chet went into the bedroom he and Biff shared and returned with five thick sandwiches in a large plastic bag.

"Come on! Where'd you hide them?" Biff asked.

"In the bottom of my sleeping bag."

"You weren't thinking of an emergency!" Joe scoffed. "This was to be your midnight snack!"

"Aren't you glad!" Chet countered.

"You win," Frank said, and they devoured the sandwiches.

Early the next morning Frank and Joe felt insistent fingers tapping them awake. "Get up!" Chet implored.

"You have to go after groceries."

The Hardys dressed hurriedly. Frank told Biff and Chet, "While we're away, you might search the island for our stolen grub. Chances are that Hanleigh hid it all in one place not far from the cabin."

Frank and Joe set off in the iceyacht, steered out of the cove, and soon were tying up at a nearby coastal summer resort named Surfside. The boys walked to the deserted main street. "Place is really hopping, isn't it?" Frank chuckled, surveying the tiny, weatherworn houses, many of them boarded up.

"Anyway, here's a phone." Joe pointed to an outside booth. He stood by and listened while his brother dialled Ike Nash's number.

"No answer," Frank reported. "I'll try Tad."

The Carson boy was home, but his responses to Frank's queries were rude and unco-operative.

"I don't know anything," Tad insisted. "Hanleigh told us to scram and not to snoop around. So we left."

"How about a man wearing a white robe? Did you taxi him to Cabin Island too?"

"White robe? You're nuts!" Tad gufawed and hung up abruptly.

"That didn't accomplish much," Frank said wryly as he and Joe walked away from the booth. "Let's see if we can find a place to buy food."

Presently the boys stopped at a small wooden building. A sign above the door proclaimed:

GENERAL STORE, AMOS GRICE, PROP.

As the boys entered, a short, elderly man with a bald crown and skinny, wattled neck eyed them intently from his chair beside a black potbellied stove.

"And what might you lads be after?" he chirped.

"Hello," said Frank. "We're here for some groceries. Are you Mr Grice?"

"Yep. Odd to see strange faces around these parts here this time o' year," the storekeeper remarked.

"We're roughing it near here," Joe told the man.

Amos Grice clucked. "Most folks prefer sittin' by a fire when winter comes on. Well, you're out early this mornin'!"

"Necessity," Joe replied. "Somebody stole our supplies."

"I declare!" The old man looked startled. "Don't tell me there's more folks trekkin' about in all this cold and snow!"

"Seems that way." Joe grinned as he and Frank began to pick out canned goods and other food items.

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