The Mystery at Devil's Paw (The Hardy Boys, No. 38)
Franklin W. Dixon
When Frank and Joe Hardy receive a telegram from Tony Prito in Alaska telling them that his life is in jeopardy, they immediately make plans to fly to Tony’s rescue. Unknown enemies dog the Hardys and their pal Chet Morton even before they start the 4,000 mile journey. Puzzling questions lead the Hardys into dangerous sleuthing in the wilderness of Alaska and British Columbia. The astounding secret that the young detectives uncover, in the shadow of the forbidding mountain peak Devil’s Paw, winds up one of the most perilous adventures they have ever encountered.
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the rainbow. Frank and Joe were amazed at the dazzling display. “It’s like a giant garden!” Joe said admiringly. Ted pointed out many of the species by name—alpine forget-me-nots, fireweed with its tall reddish spires, yellow Arctic poppies, bluebells, creeping dogwood, and purple irises. Steering close to shore, he reached out and plucked several flowers from a mass of yellow blooms that grew down to the water’s edge. “Monkey flowers,” he told Joe. “They do look like little faces,” Joe said
canoeing, gradually found themselves swinging their paddles with the same smooth, easy rhythm as Ted Sewell and Fleetfoot. Presently Ted pointed ahead to their left “There’s Devil’s Paw!” he called out. The weird outcropping of rock loomed against the mountainous skyline like four fingers and a thumb sticking up in the air. Fleetfoot paddled close to the other canoes. “This is a bad place,” he confided. “Old men of my tribe say the devil carved it from rock. Indians do not go there.” “In that
clothes, the boys said good-by to their family and drove off in their convertible. “If we get on the plane,” Frank said, “we’ll leave the car in the parking lot until our return.” While taking their luggage out of the trunk, they saw Chet pull into the lot. Apparently his jalopy, though scratched and dented, was still roadworthy. Beside him sat two pretty girls. “Hey! Iola and Callie!” Joe shouted. “We came to see you off,” said Chet’s dark-haired sister, Iola Morton. “I was hoping you
that!” Joe cried out. “More treasure!” “From grave houses!” Fleetfoot declared instantly. He picked up several of the ornaments and examined them curiously. Frank spoke up. “Joe, this stuff must be priceless! I’ll bet there’s nothing like it, even in the Alaska Historical Museum!” Joe reflected for a moment. “Do you suppose Robbie pointed the sweater sleeve this way to lead us to the thunderbird’s cache?” “I don’t think so,” Frank said. “He was probably interested only in where he was