“Queer Andy, with his rapid-fire talk,” remarked Ned. “I’d like to see him. Wonder if it’s true about Bill? He might be at the lighthouse we saw the other night.”
“We’ll have to find out,” spoke Jerry. “Now let’s talk about something pleasant. What do you say to running ashore and having a bath? There’s a nice place just ahead.”
The boys voted it would be a good plan, and the boat was steered for the beach, where there were a number of bathing pavilions. The Dartaway was made fast to a dock and soon the boys were putting on suits which they hired.
They remained in the water about an hour, enjoying the gentle surf, and floating lazily beyond the line of breakers.
“This is something like life,” remarked Bob, as he let the waves carry him toward shore.
“Surprised you’re satisfied without a sandwich while you’re floating,” came from Jerry.
With a rapid motion of his hand, Bob splashed a small wave into Jerry’s face, causing him to cough and splutter.
“That’s enough!” cried the joker. “I’ll quit.”
“Speaking of sandwiches reminds me it’s nearly dinner time,” remarked Ned. “I’m going ashore.”