The Phantom Whale by Warren F. Robinson

Johnnie was gazing at his one-day-old brother squealing in his cot.

“Has he come from Heaven?” inquired Johnnie.

“Yes, dear,” said his mother.

“No wonder they put him out.”


Chapter I: Stowaways

Down the flag-stone sidewalk on Hawthorne Street, a red-headed, freckled youth dashed and, grinning in characteristic fashion, pelted up the gravel pathway to the side door of an old grey mansion.

“I sure hope Captain Howland says ‘Yes’, this time!” he was saying to himself when a black-haired youth came out that door.

Abner Joslin intently searched the face of the boy.

He saw there the answer to his question.

“Father says I’ve got to go back to my studies come fall, Abner, and I guess that’s the end of our hopes. The Sunbeam sails day after to-morrow so I’ve lost my last chance to change my father’s mind, I guess.”

Pardon Howland, son of Captian Timothy Howland, was a doleful figure as he fell into step with Anber. his closest friend and companion, while the two turned back down the path to the street.

Abner called Pardon “Squint” because of the very trait which the dark-haired youth was now dis-playing–knitted brows above smouldering brown eyes. They were always together, those two, the tall, broad-shouldered boy and the short, stubby one, as different from each other in looks and temperament as day is from night, yet as close as brothers in affection.