Driven by a stiff breeze from the west, a trim little iceboat went scudding over the frozen surface of Barmet Bay. The winter air was cold and clear, the hills rising from the shores were blanketed in...

“Something queer about this business,” said Frank Hardy, as the three boys went back toward their iceboat. “I don’t see why he should be so anxious to keep visitors off his old island. We weren’t doin...

Had it not been for Frank Hardy’s coolness and presence of mind, there would have been a disastrous collision. His quick hand at the tiller averted the crash by a hairbreadth. How he did it, he could ...

The note which puzzled the Hardy boys was as follows: Messrs. Frank and Joseph Hardy, Bayport. Dear Sirs: “If it is convenient for you to call upon me at my residence tomorrow I should like to talk to...

The Hardy boys heard the door of the living room open and saw two figures pass out into the hall. A moment later the front door closed with a bang. There were footsteps, and then a small, kindly, gray...

When the Hardy boys returned home after their visit to Elroy Jefferson they hastened to tell their father about the munificent reward the antique dealer had given them for recovering his automobile. T...

Chet Morton and Biff Hooper, it appeared, had not missed Christmas either. Their parents had surprised them just as Mr. and Mrs. Hardy had surprised Frank and Joe, and when the lads met at the boathou...

“Well, I guess that explains why Tad Carson and Ike Nash were heading in this direction the day Hanleigh ordered us off the island,” Frank Hardy said, when the boys were out of earshot. “They were on ...

It took the boys the greater part of the day installing themselves in the cabin on the island and “getting everything shipshape,” as Chet expressed it, by nightfall. After they had made the boats secu...

A complete recital of the boys’ doings on Cabin Island during their first two days would be of small interest to any but themselves. Suffice it to say that they enjoyed themselves just as any other gr...

Next morning, the snowstorm having abated, the boys went outside in a futile search for footprints. The snow had obliterated any tracks the thief might have made in the immediate vicinity of the cabin...

When the Hardy boys returned to Cabin Island they found Chet and Biff awaiting them hungrily. “We thought you would never come!” moaned Chet. “Quick⁠—where’s the grub? We have a fire all ready. Now fo...

Back at the cabin, with the precious supplies again safely stored away in the kitchen, the Hardy boys and their chums settled down before the fire while Frank and Joe told Chet and Biff about the conv...

“I think we ought to make this outing an annual affair,” said Chet Morton the next morning after the boys had wished one another “Merry Christmas.” “Why?” “We get two Christmases out of it. It suits m...

Next morning, although the boys kept a sharp lookout, there was no sign of the marauder. “We’re not going to let him spoil our holiday,” declared Frank. “If he decides to come back for his notebook we...

In spite of Joe Hardy’s predictions that the marauder would be back for his notebook, that afternoon and the next day passed uneventfully on Cabin Island. No one had appeared in the vicinity of the ro...

Frank was so close to the man that he recognized him readily. He knew now that Hanleigh was the man who had stolen their supplies and hidden them, evidently to get the boys to leave the island. He kne...

Hanleigh made good his escape. Chet Morton and Biff Hooper, who were widely separated at the time, heard the rifle shots and returned posthaste to the cabin, but they did not meet the fugitive. By the...

Frank Hardy sprang forward. He crouched down in the fireplace and looked up. He could see Joe’s wildly plunging feet a short distance above. “Kick yourself free!” advised Chet helpfully. “That’s all I...

Hanleigh, who had taken up his quarters in a small bungalow at the eastern limits of Bayport, had made an appointment for that evening with Tad Carson and Ike Nash, the two youths who had taken him to...

When the Hardy boys and their chums awakened that morning they found that the storm of the night before had increased in fury to such an extent that the mainland was no longer visible. The island was ...

“Just like a clam, that fellow Hanleigh!” exclaimed Biff Hooper. “He sure doesn’t want to talk,” Frank Hardy agreed. “I thought we could scare him, but I guess there’s nothing doing.” “He didn’t come ...

Frank Hardy ran over to the bed where Hanleigh was sleeping. The uproar on the roof had already aroused the man somewhat and he was stirring restlessly. Frank shook him. “Get up!” he shouted. “The chi...

“Do you think we’ll find it, Frank?” asked Joe Hardy. “I shouldn’t be surprised. If there is anything hidden in that chimney, the banging-up it got just now should reveal it.” They peered into the fir...

The storm died down early that afternoon, and the chums left the island and set out for Bayport, with the injured Hanleigh wrapped in blankets on one of the iceboats. Hanleigh was completely beaten. W...