"But even at best," Frank explained, "we shall have to walk five or six miles, so we may as well be getting busy."
In a very few minutes Frank returned with a pair of strong horses and wagon more desirable for its strength than its comfort.
"Where'd you find it?" asked Tommy.
"Sent a wireless ahead asking for it!" replied Frank.
"I wish you'd send a wireless over to the cabin," Tommy grinned, "and ask the boys to have supper all ready when we get there, and you might suggest that Sandy and George meet us a half a mile this side with a pie under each arm."
"I believe if that kid should ask to have some one dip him a blue blazer out of an ice cold spring it would be done," Sam whispered to Tommy, as the party clambered into the wagon.
"He's certainly got a drag somewhere!" replied Tommy.
"Things are running pretty smoothly boys," suggested Doctor Pelton as the straggling buildings of the coast town disappeared from view.
"They're running too smoothly!" exclaimed Tommy. "First thing we know, there'll be a cylinder head blowing out, or a volcanic eruption, or something of that kind. We've been having things altogether too easy ever since we landed at Cordova."
"Just listen a moment," Frank said, "I guess there's something going to happen, right now!"