The Mark on the Door Quotes

“building that served as a cantina and general store. There were no villagers in sight.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“Joe grinned. “We might never get Chet to leave this place!” Guests from the village began coming shortly after sunset. As the festivities got underway, torches were lighted to illuminate the area. One man arrived leading a bull and put it in the corral. Many of the younger villagers swarmed around the enclosure to see it.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“After a long nap, the Americans spent the rest of the afternoon watching preparations for the fiesta. They helped set up large wooden tables on the patio. Bananas, oranges, limes, and avocados were heaped on some of the tables. Food that was cooking gave off tantalizing odors. “This will be a gastronomic adventure!” Chet exclaimed as he viewed the preparations hungrily.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“Frank and Joe marveled at the scenery along the coast. It was extremely craggy, and geysers of white foam shot up from the sea splashing against the jagged rocks.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“Vivira is less than forty miles north of Mazatlan,” Frank said, examining a road map. “Just off the main road.” A little over an hour passed before the Hardys and Chet arrived in Vivira. It was a quiet little village with many trees, and a fountain in the center of a small plaza.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“When they left the hotel to find a restaurant, the weather had improved and a magnificent sunset was visible. Palm trees swayed in a gentle breeze and the chatter of myna birds and parrots could be heard. As the group strolled along, Chet gazed at the first seafood restaurant they came to with such a hungry expression that the others permitted him to lead them into it. After a hearty meal they walked back to the hotel. Chet, burdened down by the two large lobsters he had devoured, trailed behind the others at a snail’s pace.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“Shortly thereafter the Hardy plane touched down at Mazatlan. In the terminal building the group underwent a routine check by customs officials, then Mr. Hardy called for a taxi. “There wasn’t time to make hotel reservations in advance,” he announced. “But we shouldn’t have too much trouble this time of year.” Soon the group was in a cab heading for the city proper. Despite the gray skies, the vivid green of the lush tropical scenery raised their spirits. As they sped along the Avenue del Mar, they could see the choppy waters of the Pacific and the mouth of the Gulf of California. People strolled slowly along the streets, men wearing colorful sarapes and women with rebozos draped over their heads and shoulders.”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door

“The young detectives arrived at their boathouse just as Chet came rumbling along in his father’s farm truck. On the rear of it was an odd-shaped contraption hidden under a tarpaulin. Chet pulled up and hopped out. “Now for the unveiling!” he announced. “If you fellows were wearing hats, I’d tell you to hold onto them real tight. You’re in for a whale of a treat!”
― Franklin W. Dixon, The Mark on the Door