Mr. Seabury was found at the hotel adjoining the land Jerry’s mother owned. In response to a telegram from her son, Mrs. Hopkins authorized him to sell the land to Mr. Seabury, and it was disposed of for a goodly sum.
“You must stay at my hotel for a week or so,” said the gentleman to the boys. To this they agreed. Uriah Snodgrass, however, took the first train he could get for the north.
“Where are you going next?” asked Rose, of Jerry one day.
“We haven’t made up our minds,” answered Jerry. “Where are you going?”
“We three girls are probably going with papa to California. He thinks the climate there may do him good.”
“I’d like to go to California myself,” put in Ned.
“Yes, and sail on the Pacific,” added Bob. “Say, that would be fine, eh?” he cried.
“We’d like to meet you out there,” said Nellie.
“It would be glorious!” cried Jerry. And how they did meet, and what strange adventures befell all, will be told in another volume, which I shall call, “The Motor Boys on the Pacific; Or, The Young Derelict Hunters.” It was an outing that none of them ever forgot.