The White Crystals: Being an Account of the Adventures of Two BoysGaris, Howard Roger
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The White Crystals: Being an Account of the Adventures of Two Boys
Garis, Howard Roger
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Country life -- Juvenile fiction; Cousins -- Juvenile fiction; Farm life -- Juvenile fiction
So, as soon as Adrian had left the house, having to go on an errand to a
neighbor's, Roger stepped out of the back door, and made his way slowly
to the path that led up through the vineyard, and, so on, to the spring
glade. His pocket bulged with a number of objects, and, though he tried
not to show it, he was considerably excited. It did not take him long to
reach the spot where he had hidden himself from sight the day he watched
Mr. Ranquist and Mr. Dudley drill down into the earth. He was almost
afraid something might have happened to the place, but a careful look,
showed him nothing had been disturbed.
There was the stone, behind which he first took his position, and the
log, in the protecting shadow of which he had worked his way to a spot
whence he might hear better. There was the second stone, and, after a
little searching about he was able to discover the stick that the men
had driven into the hole in the ground. He remembered pulling this up,
after they had gone, and his disappointment at not finding anything
there. Now he was resolved to be more careful in his method.
He looked warily about, to see that he was unobserved, and then he
slowly took up the small stake, so as not to disturb the dirt around the
edges of the opening. In this he was successful, and, after a few
seconds he was able to lift out the stick, and was rewarded by seeing a
small circular shaft, about two inches in diameter, extending down into
the unfathomable blackness. Now Roger was soon to know whether his plan
would succeed.
From his pocket he drew a long, stout fishline, at one end of which was
fastened a lead weight, slightly smaller around than the hole, and
having a saucer-shaped depression in one end. He made sure that the
sinker was tight on the string. From a small bottle he took a little
rosin and beeswax, which he had decided to use instead of the tallow
that served the sailors. He could get the wax more easily, and he
thought that by stiffening it with rosin, it would answer just as well.
Now he was all ready to put his scheme into execution.
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