“Then we would have the field all to ourselves,” submitted Randy.
“Unless a business rival came along, which he won’t, unless we are making money, so the more the merrier,” declared Frank, briskly. “We’ll talk the whole business over this evening, fellows. In the meantime we’ll take in the many sights and post ourselves on the prospects.”
“I do hope we’ll be able to get that place,” said Pep, longingly. “What a fine view we have! I’d never get tired of being in sight of the sea and all this gay excitement around us.”
The chums left the boardwalk and went across the sands, watching the merry crowds playing on the beach and running out into the water. Big and little, old and young, seemed to be full of fun and excitement. Early in the season as it was, there were a number of bathers.
“That would make a fine motion picture; eh?” suggested Randy, his mind always on business.
“Yes, and so would that!” shouted Pep. “Jumping crickets! Fellows—look!”
There had sounded a sharp explosion. At a certain spot a great cascade of water like the spouting of a whale went up into the air. A hiss of steam focussed in a whirling, swaying mass at one point. There was the echo of yells and screams.
“What’s happened, I wonder——” began Randy.
“I saw it!” interrupted an excited bather, who had ran out of the water. “A motor boat has blown up!”
“Then those on board must be in danger of burning or drowning, boys,” shouted Frank. “To the rescue!”