“Halt! Avaunt! Ship ahoy!” yelled Jack. “If you breaks the stuff you pays fer it. This stock is inventoried.”
But the girls ran from one thing to another, regardless of dust or dampness.
“Oh, just look at the funny kettle!” exclaimed Belle. “I’m sure that is for an outdoor fire.”
“Certainly it is,” replied Ed, just as if he knew what he was talking about. “That also has to rest on Nature’s back.”
Something rumbled close to the cottage, then a shriek from outside startled them.
“What’s that!” cried Cora.
Ed pushed open the door.
“An auto in the ocean!” he yelled, dashing out of the bungalow, while the others followed as quickly as they could make after him.
Ed threw off his coat as he ran. A few paces down the beach, in the very face of the rollers, was a small runabout, the terrified occupants of which were vainly struggling to get out, into a dangerous depth of water.
“Quick, boys!” shouted Ed. “The engine is still running! Maybe we can back it up!”