The Adventure Club Afloat by Ralph Henry Barbour
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"That's all right, but you chaps are just the same, only you won't own
up to it." "One of us will," said Steve; "and does." "Make it two," yawned Joe. "Beneath this--um--this polished exterior there beats a heart--I mean there flows the red blood of--" "Look here, fellows, why not?" asked Steve. "Why not what?" asked Perry. "Why not have adventures? They say that all you have to do is look for them." "Don't you believe it! I've looked for them for years and I've never seen one yet." Perry swung his feet to the floor and sat up. "Well, not at Delaware Water Gap, naturally. You've got to move around, son. You don't find them by sitting all day with your feet on the rail of a hotel piazza." "Where do you find them, then?" Perry demanded. Steve waved a hand vaguely aloft into the greenish radiance of the lamp. "All round. North, east, south and west. Land or sea. Adventures, Perry, are for the adventurous. Now, here we are, three able-bodied fellows fairly capable of looking after ourselves in most situations, tired of the humdrum life of Summer resorts. What's to prevent our spending a couple of months together and finding some adventures? Of |
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