“Yes, and they’d better go if they know what’s good for them,” said the other.
“Oh, we’ll go,” came from Jerry. “We don’t care about walking on your property. I guess we can manage without doing so.”
The three lads turned and began to walk inland, across the waste of sand, which was hot with the afternoon sun. The coast at this point was rather high, there being a series of bluffs, which sloped abruptly down to the beach.
“What shall we do?” asked Jerry when they were out of earshot of the men.
“Nothing to do but to go around their place,” said Ned. “It will mean about four miles more.”
Bob groaned.
“It’ll get some of that fat off you, Chunky,” Jerry remarked with a laugh.
“It’s all right enough for you to joke,” growled the fleshy youth. “But I can’t help it.”
“I wonder what he meant by saying the boat was in the cove?” came from Ned.