As they came in sight of it from a small hill, the boys uttered
exclamations of delight, for a beautiful expanse of water was
stretched out before them,-- the Pacific ocean sparkling blue in the
sun.
"Oh, for our motor boat!" exclaimed Jerry. "Oh, for the Dartaway!
Couldn't we have fine sport in her, out on that bay!"
"Don't speak of it!" said Ned with a groan.
"What, is the Dartaway lost?" asked Rose.
"Gone! Busted! Smashed!" exclaimed Bob, and the boys all tried to talk
at once, telling of the disaster that had befallen their craft.
"It's too bad," declared Olivia. "But never mind. We have a couple of
rowboats, and maybe you can hire a little sailing skiff."
"It wouldn't be the Dartaway," answered Bob, with a sigh. "That boat
had the nicest little kitchen in it--"
"So, that's all you cared about her for-- the kitchen-- where you
could cook something to eat!" exclaimed Jerry. "Chunky, I'm ashamed of
you; that's what I am!"
"Well, I-- er-- I--" began Bob. "Oh, come on," he continued, and led
the way down to the beach, where there were some bathing pavilions and
several houses. The professor was walking along behind, in the vain
hope of yet discovering a horned toad, perhaps on its way to get a dip
in the surf or drink some salt water.
"I think you'll like some chocolate," said Nellie, as the boys were in
front of a little refreshment booth. "It is made by a Mexican--"
She stopped, for she saw that the boys were not listening to her.
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