"I'm a bit tired of the shore," remarked Andy. "I like clams and lobsters as well as anyone, but I'd prefer a change this summer. That time we spent in the Maine woods just suited me."
"The same here, only we don't want to go to a lumber camp in the summer—in fact, I guess there isn't much doing there at that time of year."
"No, I expect not; but still I vote we don't go to the shore."
"We won't if we can help it. But at the same time we had good fun at Harbor View."
"We sure did," chimed in Andy. "Do you remember when the whale rushed at us?"
"Yes, and what a job we had, with Bob Trent, in getting it ashore."
"And how those fishermen tried to claim it?"
"Yes, and then the time we had finding out who Paul Gale was."
"That was great," agreed the younger lad. "I was hoping we'd have some excitement here, after that mysterious man attacked Billy, but it seems to have died out."
"Yes," agreed Frank. "I haven't seen anything more of him. Guess he's vamoosed."