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They were to proceed to Los Angeles, and from there were to go down the coast by land to the small town of San Felicity, where Mr. Seabury and his daughters had rented a bungalow. "Now for a good time!" exclaimed Ned, as the train pulled out of the Cresville depot. "I've always wanted to visit California, and now I'm going to." "We certainly ought to enjoy ourselves," agreed Jerry.
Bob's remarks were interrupted by the arrival of the Boston Express, which rumbled into the Cresville station, where the boys now were and, after a momentary stop, steamed on again. A man leaped from the steps of a parlor car and ran into the freight office, first, however, looking up and down the length of the train to see if any other passengers got off. "He seems in a hurry," observed Ned.
He say it come from Cresville, an' it might be important, so I done set heah waitin', but I done forgot which young gentlemen he tole me t' gib it to." "Let me see it," said Rose, and she looked at the envelope. "It's for you, Jerry," she declared, "and it's from some railroad company. It's been sent on here from Cresville." "Maybe it's about damages to our boat," said Bob. And so it proved.
"A son of that rich Nixon over in Cresville, I believe. His father made a lot of money in stocks lately, and, I guess the son is helping spend it. He has a powerful car." The motor boys did not stay to hear more, but went to their rooms to change their clothes, and were soon eating supper. There was talk of nothing but automobile topics in the hotel corridors and office that evening.
"Is he a friend of yours?" asked Nellie, of Jerry. "Well, not exactly what you could call a friend," was the answer. "We don't even know his name," and he spoke in a low voice. "We saw him back in Cresville, just before we started out west, and he was acting in a strange manner. We thought "
To those of you who read this book first, I will say that, in the first volume, called "The Motor Boys," there was related a series of happenings that followed the winning of a certain bicycle race in Cresville. After their victory in this contest the boys got motorcycles, and, by winning a race on them, won a touring car. In this automobile they had many adventures, and several narrow escapes.
"There is some other stuff in the locker," announced Bob, as he peered within. "It looks like those small boxes Mr. Blowitz shipped from Cresville." "That's what they are," added Jerry, taking a look. "Now we have a chance to see what is in them." "Wait until we get the safe open," advised Mr. De Vere. "Then we'll see if we can't get at the secret of the ship."
"Excuse me," suddenly interrupted the strange man, advancing toward the group of boys and girls, "but haven't I seen you lads before? Your faces are very familiar." "We saw you in the Cresville freight office," declared Ned boldly. "Exactly! I knew it was somewhere. I remember now. I was there attending to some goods that had to be shipped in a hurry. I'm glad you remembered me.
There was also, aboard the brig, some valuable papers, and a considerable sum in gold, that was to go to a client of ours. After the ship was loaded I learned that Blowitz sent some mysterious boxes aboard. They came from Boston, I understand. "Those are the boxes we saw in Cresville!" exclaimed Bob. "What's that?" asked Mr.
De Vere fell over backward, unconscious, while, around the silent forms in the cabin wreathed a thin bluish vapor that came from the locker where the safe had been, and where there were some small boxes the same mysterious boxes that Blowitz had shipped from Cresville.
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