"Good," said Mr. Herrick. Then, after sending his little daughter out on to the beach to romp with her collie companion, he continued: "Come on and we'll inspect your new quarters." And, with Mr. Herrick in the lead the scouts filed out upon the pier and down a long iron stairway to the beach below.
Through crowds of bathers the lads made their way until they arrived at a long, low structure built near the board walk. This was the south station.
Carpenters and painters were putting the finishing touches on to the building, and it looked to the scouts as if they were going to have a capital home in which to spend the month of August.
Inside the big double doors were two rooms. The rear room was equipped with five white iron beds and several chiffoniers and wash stand, while the front apartment contained the life guard's motorcycle.
"Jimmy, look at that machine," exclaimed Gordon, who was the first one to enter the building.
"Cracky, it's the best make on the market, too," said Nipper Knapp, examining the maker's name plate.
"Bet it will burn up the beach, eh, fellows?" said Romper.
"It sure will. It's a two-cylinder tandem. It'll make fifty miles an hour, or I'm no judge," said Bruce enthusiastically.
"Like it, boys?" queried Mr. Herrick, who had been watching them as they inspected the apparatus.
"Like it! Gee, we couldn't help but like it. It's a corker. But what's that side car paraphernalia, that long box and the cigar-shaped tin can and the reel with wire cable on it, and all that?"