Paul and his father remained at Harbor View for some weeks, and then business called Mr. Bartlett away. He left, promising to see his friends again soon.
"Come on," called Andy to Frank one day, "I've just thought of a fine trick to play on Chet Sedley."
"Not for mine!" exclaimed Frank. "I've had enough of your tricks for a while. I'm going fishing. We haven't much more time at the beach, as it will soon be time to go back to New York."
"And then for boarding school," exclaimed Andy, turning a handspring. "I heard dad talking to mother about it. Say! Maybe we won't have sport!"
"If we don't, it won't be your fault," spoke Frank.
Then he and his brother went for a run in the Swallow; and here we will take leave of them for a time.