The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp

L. P. Wyman

Description

The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp (1924) is an adventure novel by L.P. Wyman and one of seven books in his vastly underrated—and relatively unknown—Golden Boys series.

Each novel follows the adventures of Bob and Jack Golden, brothers from Maine with curious minds and adventurous hearts. Together, often alongside their trusted friend Rex Dale, the Golden Boys use their problem-solving skills and wilderness experience to overcome danger, discover strange places, and grow into fine young men.

The story begins with a mysterious, late-night phone call. Mr. Stokes, an acquaintance of their friend Rex Dale, is on his way to meet the Golden Boys at their military school near Philadelphia. In the morning, Bob and Jack Golden speak with Mr. Stokes, who tells them he has bought a camp near their home in Skowhegan, Maine, only to discover—after a series of accidents and mysterious events—that the site is haunted! The very next morning, the Golden Boys get on their motorcycles and begin the long journey north. After several days at the camp with no sign of the ghost, the Golden Boys return to the peaceful days of their youth, tracking and fishing together in the deep woods of Maine. Lulled into a state of calm, the brothers are terrified when a strange light begins to shine on the wall of their bunkhouse at night. Collecting themselves, Bob and Jack realize the light is transmitting a message in Morse code, and soon find its source—high up on the peak of Mt. Katahdin! As The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp unfolds, and as the mystery begins to unravel, no reader will want the excitement to end.

L.P. Wyman’s The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp is the work of a talented author, and is both easy to read and difficult to put down. Published several years before the debut of The Hardy Boys series, which would dominate young adult fiction for decades to come, The Golden Boys series is long overdue for the attention and appreciation it deserves. Although originally published for an audience of teenage boys, Wyman’s series is perfect for children of all ages and genders, as well as for adults looking to return to the simple, exciting fiction of their youth.

With a beautifully designed cover and professionally typeset manuscript, this edition of L.P. Wyman’s The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp is a newly unearthed classic of young adult literature reimagined for modern readers.

Sujets

• Fiction Jeunesse
• Maine
• Skowhegan
• Skowhegan, Maine
• Mysteries
• Jack Golden
• Juvenilee Fiction
• Detective Stories

Informations

• Publié par: Mint Editions
• Date de parution: 01 décembre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781513266824
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp
L.P. Wyman
 
The Golden Boys at the Haunted Camp was first published in 1924.
This edition published by Mint Editions 2020.
ISBN 9781513266381 | E-ISBN 9781513266824
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C ONTENTS I. A S TRANGE P ROPOSAL II. G OING H OME III. R IPOGENUS D AM IV. T HE G HOST S HOWS U P V. C LUES VI. T HE C AVE ON THE M OUNTAIN VII. A W ARNING VIII. W HERE IS J ACK ? IX. B URROWING X. A D ETECTIVE S HOWS U P XI. T HE H UNT FOR H ELEN XII. T HE S IGNAL XIII. A NOTHER T RIP U P THE M OUNTAIN XIV. T HE E ND OF THE G HOST
 
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A S TRANGE P ROPOSAL
G o to sleep. G-o-t-o s-l-e-e-e-e-e-p.
The last note of “taps” rang lingeringly through the corridors of The Fortress and died away just as a knock sounded on the door of the room occupied by Bob and Jack Golden.
“Come in,” Bob shouted.
The door opened and the aid stuck in his head.
“Undressed?” he asked.
“No, we have ten o’clock lights tonight.”
“Well, you’re wanted on the phone down stairs.”
“Thanks.”
A moment later and Bob was standing before the officer-in-charge.
“Pass down to the phone, sir?” he asked.
“You are called?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right, then.”
Bob saluted and stepped back into the corridor.
“Pass off the corridor, sir: officer-in-charge’s permission?” he asked saluting the aid.
“Yes, sir.” The aid returned the salute.
“That you, Bob?”
He at once recognized the answer to his “hello.”
“Sure is, Rex. How’s the boy?”
“All to the good. Sorry to pull you out of your downy cot so late.”
“If you’d sleep in it once you’d find that it isn’t so very downy but as it happens, I wasn’t in it,” Bob laughed. “Have ten o’clock lights tonight.”
“What a fearful dissipation. But I called you up to tell you that a friend of mine, a man by the name of Stokes, is coming down to see you and Jack tomorrow. He’s got a proposition he wants to put up to you. No, I’ll let him explain it himself, but I rather think you’ll bite. What time can you see him?”
“Any time between four and six.”
“Good! I’ll tell him to get the three forty-five out of Broad Street. That ought to get him up there about half past four. How’s Jack?”
“Fine and dandy as usual.”
“That’s good. I’ll try and run down in a few days myself. Mighty busy just now. Won’t keep you out of that downy cot any longer. Remember me to Jack. Bye-bye.”
“Who was it?” Jack asked as soon as Bob had reported his return to the corridor and re-entered the room.
“Rex. He says a man named Stokes is coming down tomorrow afternoon to see us.”
“What does he want?”
“Rex wouldn’t say.”
“Then I reckon we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Your reckoner is right on the job this time all right,” Bob laughed as he began to undress. “But you’d better get a hustle on or you’ll have to undress in the dark. It’s five minutes to ten now.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Jack grinned as he pulled off his blouse. But before he had time to get into his pajamas a light tap sounded on the door and the aid called softly:
“Lights.”
“Told you you’d get caught in the dark,” Bob chuckled from between the sheets.
As soon as drill was over the next afternoon the two boys hurried to their room where they changed from service to dress uniform.
“We’ll go down by the gate and wait for him,” Bob suggested.
They did not have long to wait for they had hardly reached the broad gateway to the Castle grounds when a middle aged man with a pleasant face turned in from the sidewalk.
“Pardon me,” he said as he saw them, “but can you tell me where I can find the Golden boys?”
“You won’t have to look very far,” Bob smiled.
“Then you are Bob and Jack?”
“Yes, sir, and you are Mr. Stokes.”
“The same,” the man smiled holding out his hand which they grasped in turn.
“We are very glad to meet a friend of Rex Dale,” Bob assured him.
“That’s as good a recommendation as one could well wish,” Mr. Stokes smiled.
“Indeed it is. Rex is the the best ever,” Jack declared.
“A very fine young man,” Stokes agreed. “But may we go somewhere where we can have a talk? Perhaps Rex informed you of the object of my visit.”
“No, sir, he only said that you had a proposition you wished to put up to us,” Bob replied leading the way toward the building. “We can go into the reception room. There’s not likely to be anyone there at this time of day,” he added.
“Now then,” Mr. Stokes began as soon as they were seated in the cool reception room, “my proposition, as Rex called it, is this. Late last fall I purchased a camp at Chesuncook Lake up in Maine. I suppose you’ve been there?”
“A number of times,” Bob replied.
“This camp is situated on the right side of the lake as you go up and is about ten miles from the Ripogenus Dam. It consists of a large central building containing the office, kitchen and dining-room. Then there are ten log cabins of different sizes each having a sitting room and from two to five bedrooms. There are two log stables or, perhaps, you would call them barns, and a fair sized boat house. I have been going there for a number of years and, having, what I thought, an excellent opportunity to buy the place, I took advantage of it intending to run it as an investment.
“The man of whom I bought did not manage it himself and I thought I was fortunate to secure the services of the same man who had run it for a number of seasons. He is a half-breed but a most capable man and thoroughly knows his business. Jacques opened the place early in May as quite a number of patrons like to come there for the early spring fishing.
“I left everything to him as he knows much more about the place than I do. But three weeks ago I received a letter from him which was so startling in its import that I left at once. I found the place almost deserted although Jacques assured me that he had opened with a much larger number of guests than usual.”
“What was the matter?” Bob asked as Mr. Stokes paused.
“You’ll probably laugh at me when I tell you but the truth of the matter is the guests were scared away by a ghost.”
“A ghost!”
Bob and Jack uttered the exclamation in the same breath.
“Yes, it seems that the camp is haunted.”
“But—” Bob started to ask a question but Mr. Stokes interrupted:
“No, of course, I don’t believe in ghosts, but there’s something mighty strange going on up there.”
“Such as what?” Jack asked.
“Well, this ghost is a most accomplished one it seems: does about all the tricks you ever read of ghosts doing: groaning in a most frightful manner, pulling the bed clothes off one in the middle of the night, banging doors and all the rest of the stunts. I spent nearly two weeks trying to catch it or him and couldn’t learn a single thing. A number of guests came while I was there but the bravest stayed only two nights. Now you can easily see that unless a stop can be put to it my investment is ruined. I can’t keep guests and I doubt if I could give the place away as things are now.”
“It’s too bad, that’s a fact, but I hardly see where we come in,” Bob said as he paused.
“You will in a minute. What I want is for you two boys to go up there and solve the mystery.”
“But if you couldn’t—” Bob began, but Mr. Stokes interrupted:
“Remember I’ve talked with Rex Dale about you boys and he has told me some of the things you have done, so it seems to me that getting the best of a few ghosts ought to be a simple matter for you.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Bob shook his head. “Rex is very apt to exaggerate about some things but, of course, we’ll be glad to do what we can for you, eh Jack?”
“What you say goes for me,” Jack grinned.
“Then that’s settled,” and Mr. Stokes heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Now I’ll tell you what I think will be best. You can go up there as boarders paying the regular rates which, of course, will be returned to you, and not let anyone know that you are working for me. You’ll find the fishing good, as you probably know, even in the summer, and I don’t think the time will hang heavy on your hands. Now as to terms, how will this suit you? I’ll engage you for one month and will pay you five hundred dollars whether or no and if you succeed I’ll give you a thousand.”
“That’s altogether too much,” Bob declared and Jack nodded his head in agreement.
“Please let me be the judge of that,” Mr. Stokes smiled. “I am ashamed to say that I’m a pretty rich man and the money doesn’t count. Buying the place was just a fad, but I hate to fail at anything I undertake, so we’ll say no more about the money end of it.”
“If that’s the case we’re more than satisfied and we’ll do our best to earn the thousand,” Bob said.
“I’m sure of it and I certainly hope you will succeed.”
“But have you any suspicion as to who’s at the bottom of it?” Bob asked.
“Not a glimmer,” Mr. Stokes declared. “Of course someone is at the bottom of it, as you say, and I think I know why even if I do not know who.
“Why, then?”
“What would you consider the most likely reason? I’d like to see if your idea agrees with mine.”
“Well, I should say that someone wants to get hold of the place cheap and thinks that he’s taking a good way to do it.”
“My idea exactly. I hardly think there can be much doubt about it as I have no enemy in that part of the world who might be trying to injure me.”
“How about the man who’s running it? Jacques, I believe you said his name is,” Jack asked.
“Yes, Jacques Bolduc. Of course, I’ve considered him, but I’m pretty sure he’s not guilty. In the first place he’s run it for several years and has always been perfectly honest so the man who sold it to me assured me. And then, when I bought it, I offered to let him have a half interest in it and pay for it out of the profits.”
“And he turned down an offer like that?” Bob asked.
“Yes. He thanked me very prettily, but said he’d always worked for wages and would rather keep on that way. I thought i