“My, but it’s hot!” exclaimed Bob, as he sat down on the ground.
“Oh, it will be worse than this, some days,” said Rose. “We are getting used to it. But suppose we go down to the seashore? It’s not far, and there is a very pretty view.”
“Perhaps I can get a horned toad there,” put in the professor hopefully.
After a short rest in the shade the little party headed for the beach. As they came in sight of it from a small hill, the boys uttered exclamations of delight, for a beautiful expanse of water was stretched out before them,—the Pacific ocean sparkling blue in the sun.
“Oh, for our motor boat!” exclaimed Jerry. “Oh, for the Dartaway! Couldn’t we have fine sport in her, out on that bay!”
“Don’t speak of it!” said Ned with a groan.
“What, is the Dartaway lost?” asked Rose.
“Gone! Busted! Smashed!” exclaimed Bob, and the boys all tried to talk at once, telling of the disaster that had befallen their craft.
“It’s too bad,” declared Olivia. “But never mind. We have a couple of rowboats, and maybe you can hire a little sailing skiff.”
“It wouldn’t be the Dartaway,” answered Bob, with a sigh. “That boat had the nicest little kitchen in it—”