“Harmon Beach. There’s a sort of cove there, where the boats are sheltered from storms. But you can go through the inlet right out to sea, and then up and down the coast. The Dartaway is big enough to stand a bit of bad weather, if it don’t come too strong.”
“Then let’s do it,” exclaimed Bob. “I’ll speak to my folks right away, and will you fellows do the same? Then we can talk it over again.”
“I’m pretty sure dad is going to the Berkshires,” Ned answered, “but I don’t have to go with the rest of the family. I’ll find out as soon as I can. Are there any good boarding houses at Harmon Beach, Jerry?”
“I don’t know much about that part of it, but I’ll ask mother to take a larger cottage than she counted on and you two boys can come with me.”
“Fine!” cried the others. “That will be the best ever,” went on Bob. “Here’s your hat, Jerry, go home and ask her right away.”
“Well, I like your nerve, Bob Baker!” exclaimed Jerry. “Nice way to treat company! Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry? I’ll come again!” and he pretended to get angry.
“Oh, you know I didn’t mean it that way!” cried Bob, fearing he had offended his friend. “It’s only that we’re anxious, you know. I want—”
“Hark! What’s that?” cried Ned, running to the window, just as the only ambulance the town of Cresville possessed, went by with the gong clanging.
“Something has happened!” exclaimed Jerry. “See all the people running.”
The three boys hurried to the front door. The street was filled with a hurrying and excited throng, every one going in the same direction.