It was past ten when the phaeton turned into Halfmoon Street.
He went away from Halfmoon Street with reassurances for the countess.
I'll ride to Halfmoon Flat for the constable and a posse to put a stop to this.
Half an hour later they stepped to the deck of the Halfmoon.
It almost changed his estimate of the passenger of the Halfmoon.
For weeks the Halfmoon kept steadily on her course, a little south of west.
THE storm that struck the Halfmoon took her entirely unaware.
Skipper Simms boasted of the seamanship that had saved the Halfmoon—his own seamanship of course.
It is true that I doubted you at first—I doubted everyone connected with the Halfmoon.
Then, of a sudden, the second officer of the Halfmoon straightened to his full height.