The Motor Boys on the Pacific - Or, the Young Derelict Hunters by Clarence Young
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"We must hurry home," said Rose.
"Perhaps you boys had rather talk with me later," suggested Mr. Blowitz. "There is no special hurry. Some time this afternoon will do as well, and you might like to go home with the young ladies." "I guess it would be better," decided Jerry. "Where shall we see you?" "If you will call at the refreshment booth here about five o'clock this evening, I'll be taking my usual afternoon drink of chocolate there, and I'll be pleased to have you join me." "We will be here," promised Jerry, as, with his chums, he followed the girls along the dock and toward the bungalow. "Why didn't you ask him what he wanted?" inquired Ned, when they were beyond hearing distance. "Because, I want a chance to think some matters over," replied Jerry. "I believe Mr. Blowitz is up to some game, and I want to see if I can't discover what it is." "It seems a mean thing to say," added Rose, "but I don't like that man, in spite of the fact that he has been kind to us. I'm sure we ought to appreciate what he did for us to-day, in saving us a wetting, but I can't feel that he is sincere." "I, either," admitted Olivia and Nellie, while the latter added: "I hope you boys don't go into any business dealings with him. Perhaps |
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