“We can walk around by the shore, it’s not more than ten miles,” went on Ned.
“Love will find a way,” sang Bob, and he had to jump back to escape a playful blow Ned aimed at him.
“I suppose we could,” remarked Jerry. “Maybe it wouldn’t do any harm to go around there and see how the land lays. We can sort of give him a hint, and warn him to be on the lookout for Bill Berry.”
“That will be a good plan,” agreed Ned. “When can we start? The sooner the better.”
“Not until after dinner, I vote,” from Bob. “I can’t walk on an empty stomach.”
“I don’t believe you ever tried,” Jerry said.
The boys inquired the best way to get to the lighthouse by going along the shore, and learned it was about eight miles. They started after lunch, and hard enough walking they found it, as most of the way lay through deep sand.
“This is awful,” groaned Bob as he toiled along.
“Dry up, Chunky,” from Ned. “It will do you good. Besides, think of what a service you may be doing.”
“I’m thinking about my chances for supper.”