The Ghost at Skeleton Rock Quotes

“Hanade’s Puppet Repair Shop did, indeed, carry “all kinds of doodads.” The tiny store was crammed with Oriental trinkets, samurai swords, brass Buddhas, dolls’ heads hanging on the wall, birds and bird cages, aquariums with darting tropical fish, and numerous other items.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“Realizing that they were still in grave danger, the Hardys drove cautiously to Punta Cabezona. The dirt road twisted through palm groves and canopies of dense green vegetation. When the boys arrived, Frank stopped the car and they got out. “Easy to see how this place got its name,” he remarked, peering ahead. The spit of land, jutting out to sea, ended in a bulging mound. This was topped with bushy green foliage, which sprouted outward from the crown of the hill, giving the place the appearance of a huge pineapple.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“Arriving in Manati, the boys inquired the way to the Delgado plantation and were told it was located a mile north of town. When they reached it, Senor Delgado greeted them cordially on the steps of his long, low white bungalow. “Welcome, amigos! I understand you have come to learn about pineapples.” “Yes, Senor Delgado,” Frank said as he and Joe shook hands with the man. “Cabezona pineapples.” The plantation owner drove the boys around, pointing out the fields of spiked plants in various stages of growth. Men were busy in one section cutting off huge pineapples with long, sharp knives. Then, after showing Frank and Joe the huge cannery, he took them into his office. A white-jacketed Puerto Rican boy brought glasses and a pitcher of iced pineapple juice on a tray.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“The drive was thoroughly enjoyable, with a cool trade wind steadily blowing in from the sea. On their left, the blue-green mountains rose toward the cloudless sky. The lush coastal plain was dotted with waving seas of sugar cane, interspersed here and there with fields of pineapple planted in orderly rows. In places the road became hilly, with shade trees arching overhead. Some were flamboyantes, the flame trees with gorgeous red blossoms. “Things really grow here!” Joe said admiringly. “Like living in a flower garden!” Frank remarked. “Mother and Aunt Gertrude would love this.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“The boys took a taxi to the oceanfront. It was a beautiful day and the sea sparkled in the sunshine. The four sleuths ate lunch at a restaurant specializing in seafood, then Frank rented a trim little speedboat. “Oh, boy, I can hardly wait to take her out!” Tony gloated as he warmed up the motor. “We should stick in pairs to be on the safe side,” Joe said thoughtfully. Chet would accompany Tony. A few moments later the two boys put-putted out across the water.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“The group managed to squeeze into a single taxi. Soon they were whisked through a beautiful residential area of pink and white villas, then out onto a wide boulevard lined by palms, in clear view of the sea. “Pretty nice place,” Chet remarked. “Let’s have some fun while we’re here and not get mixed up with a bunch of crooks.” The others smiled. When they reached the hotel, the boys went at once to Mr. Hardy’s room for a conference.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“mountain peak soared against the sky. “That’s El Yunque—The Anvil,” Jack pointed out. “It’s a tropical rain forest with ferns as high as houses.” They landed and admired the large white modernistic terminal building as they walked toward it. The structure seemed to be poised on stilts. Mr. Hardy was waiting to greet the travelers as soon as they cleared customs. “Good flight?” he asked.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“It was late afternoon when they came in sight of the beautiful Caribbean island. From the air, it looked like a paradise of emerald green. White beaches with waving palms rimmed the shore line. Farther inland, cool blue mountains reared upward from the coastal plain. “Ah me! What a place in which to relax and dream!” Chet said as he peered down from the cabin window. “You mean with a well-filled lunch basket?” Tony put in, chuckling. To the southeast of the International Airport near San Juan a green-clad”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock

“After stopping in the house for lemonade with the girls and to pick up Chet’s wallet, the three boys piled into the convertible and drove off. A few minutes later they pulled up in front of the novelty shop on King Street. A bell tinkled as they walked in and Mr. Bivven, the squat, baldheaded proprietor, came out of the back room to greet them. He beamed at the trio across the counter. “Something you’d like, boys?”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Ghost at Skeleton Rock