... Danny, the boy detective," wrote Mr. Robb, to the editors of Boys' Life, "because most people can't imagine that a youngster with bright red hair could possibly be of any assistance as a detective. But Danny, red hair and all, is one of ...
... Danny whistled he stopped, turned around, and came trotting back. For a space he walked beside Danny. Then he leaped a few feet ahead and stopped in his tracks. He stood with his body rigid and his tail stiff behind him. With a quick ...
... Danny stiffened. Sometimes he just didn't like the way that Fraley talked, as though he owned the place and Danny was just dirt under his feet. And his business was with Mr. Haggin. "I want to see Mistah Haggin," he said. "He'll be ...
Danny saw Red lying on the ground before fhe bear, raising his head suspiciously, ready to charge or retreat Unmarred By JIM KJELGAARD ILLUSTRATED BY PAUL BRANSOM Danny was convinced it was a crime to waste a dog Just getting blue ...
Danny Goes to Sc By Charles F. Robb Illustrated by Joseph St. Amand CHARLES F. ROBB, author of the "Danny" stories, is chief of the Criminal Division of the William J. Burns International Detective Agency, Inc., and without doubt one of ...
... DANNY and his friend BERNIE are drinking. BERNIE: All women are alike, Danny. DANNY: Gosh, Bernie. Is that really true? BERNIE: Yes, essentially they're bitches. DANNY: Or whores? BERNIE: Or whores. ( They exit. Enter DEBORAH and her ...
... Danny had to beat some cockeyed notions out of him before they could tie into the old granddaddy trout with the help of the big red setter. ~ D "Theah," he said finally. "It looks as neah like a. 10 fUELGAARD ILLUSTRATED BY BOB FINK ERY ...
... Danny, the boy detective, just stared. "South America," he repeated, as if doubting his ears. "Yes, South America," replied the Governor, his chief. "How soon can you get ready to go there?" "I'm ready now," said Danny, and slowly a ...
... Danny turned around. Red -faced, panting, and a little angry, Charles Worth had just appeared at the nest of rocks. He paused there, then came into the gulley and cast himself down beside Danny. "I hope," he said acidly, "that we're ...
... Danny Pickett was keeping for Mr. Haggin, a millionaire who had built an estate in the wild Wintapi, lay stretched on the porch sleeping. Danny sat inside, using a steel ramrod to push a cleaning patch through the bore of his 30-30 ...