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for the man was very weak. On his way, Hal met a guard who, of course, ran to the spot where Harry and Bert were giving the man artificial respiration.

      “You boys did well!” declared the guard, promptly, seeing how hard they worked with the sick man.

      “Yes—they saved—my life!” gasped the half-drowned man. “This little fellow”—pointing to Hal—“brought—me up—almost—from—the bottom!” and he caught his breath, painfully.

      The man was assisted to a room at the end of the pier, and after a little while he became much better. Of course the boys did not stand around, being satisfied they could be of no more use.

      “I must get those lads’ names,” declared the man to the guard. “Mine is ——,” and he gave the name of the famous millionaire who had a magnificent summer home in another colony, three miles away.

      “And you swam from the Cedars, Mr. Black,” exclaimed the guard. “No wonder you got cramps.”

      An hour later the millionaire was walking the beach looking for the life-savers. He finally spied Hal.

      “Here, there, you boy,” he called, and Hal came in to the edge, but hardly recognized the man in street clothes.

      “I want your name,” demanded the stranger. “Do you know there are medals given to young heroes like you?”

      “Oh, that was nothing,” stammered Hal, quite confused now.

      “Nothing! Why, I was about dead, and pulled on you with all my two hundred pounds. You knew, too, you had hardly a chance to bring me up. Yes, indeed, I want your name,” and as he insisted, Hal reluctantly gave it, but felt quite foolish to make such a fuss “over nothing,” as he said.

      It was now about time for the excursion train to come in, so the boys left the water and prepared to meet their old friends.

      “I hope Jack Hopkins comes,” said Bert, for Jack was a great friend.

      “Oh, he will be along,” Harry remarked. “Nobody likes a good time better than Jack.”

      “Here they come!” announced Hal, the next minute, as a crowd of children with many lunch boxes came running down to the ocean.

      “Hello there! Hello there!” called everybody at once, for, of course, all the children knew Harry and many also knew Bert.

      There were Tom Mason, Jack Hopkins, August Stout, and Ned Prentice in the first crowd, while a number of girls, friends of Nan’s, were in another group. Nan, Nellie, and Dorothy had been detained by somebody further up on the road, but were now coming down, slowly.

      Such a delight as the ocean was to the country children!

      As each roller slipped out on the sands the children unconsciously followed it, and so, many unsuspected pairs of shoes were caught by the next wave that washed in.

      “Well, here comes Uncle Daniel!” called Bert, as, sure enough, down to the edge came Uncle Daniel with Dorothy holding on one arm, Nan clinging to the other, while Nellie carried his small satchel.

      Santa Claus could hardly have been more welcome to the Bobbseys at that moment than was Uncle Daniel. They simply overpowered him, as the surprise of his coming made the treat so much better. The girls had “dragged him” down to the ocean, he said, when he had intended first going to Aunt Emily’s.

      “I must see the others,” he insisted; “Freddie and Flossie.”

      “Oh, they are all coming down,” Nan assured him. “Aunt Sarah, too, is coming.”

      “All right, then,” agreed Uncle Daniel. “I’ll wait awhile. Well, Harry, you look like an Indian. Can you see through that coat of tan?”

      Harry laughed and said he had been an Indian in having a good time.

      Presently somebody jumped up on Uncle Daniel’s back. As he was sitting on the sands the shock almost brought him down. Of course it was Freddie, who was so overjoyed he really treated the good-natured uncle a little roughly.

      “Freddie boy! Freddie boy!” exclaimed Uncle Daniel, giving his nephew a good long hug. “And you have turned Indian, too! Where’s that sea-serpent you were going to catch for me?”

      “I’ll get him yet,” declared the little fellow. “It hasn’t rained hardly since we came down, and they only come in to land out of the rain.”

      This explanation made Uncle Daniel laugh heartily. The whole family sat around on the sands, and it was like being in the country and at the seashore at the one time, Flossie declared.

      The boys, of course, were in the water. August Stout had not learned much about swimming since he fell off the plank while fishing in Meadow Brook, so that out in the waves the other boys had great fun with their fat friend.

      “And there is Nettie Prentice!” exclaimed Nan, suddenly, as she espied her little country friend looking through the crowd, evidently searching for friends.

      “Oh, Nan!” called Nettie, in delight, “I’m just as glad to see you as I am to see the ocean, and I never saw that before,” and the two little girls exchanged greetings of genuine love for each other.

      “Won’t we have a perfectly splendid time?” declared Nan. “Dorothy, my cousin, is so jolly, and here’s Nellie—you remember her?”

      Of course Nettie did remember her, and now all the little girls went around hunting for fun in every possible corner where fun might be hidden.

      As soon as the boys were satisfied with their bath they went in search of the big sun umbrellas, so that Uncle William, Aunt Emily, Mrs. Bobbsey, and Aunt Sarah might sit under the sunshades, while eating lunch. Then the boys got long boards and arranged them from bench to bench in picnic style, so that all the Meadow Brook friends might have a pleasant time eating their box lunches.

      “Let’s make lemonade,” suggested Hal. “I know where I can get a pail of nice clean water.”

      “I’ll buy the lemons,” offered Harry.

      “I’ll look after sugar,” put in Bert.

      “And I’ll do the mixing,” declared August Stout, while all set to work to produce the wonderful picnic lemonade.

      “Now, don’t go putting in white sand instead of sugar,” teased Uncle Daniel, as the “caterers,” with sleeves rolled up, worked hard over the lemonade.

      “What can we use for cups?” asked Nan.

      “Oh, I know,” said Harry, “over at the Indian stand they have a lot of gourds, the kind of mock oranges that Mexicans drink out of. I can buy them for five cents each, and after the picnic we can bring them home and hang them up for souvenirs.”

      “Just the thing!” declared Hal, who had a great regard for things that hang up and look like curios. “I’ll go along and help you make the bargain.”

      When the boys came back they had a dozen of the funny drinking cups.

      The long crooked handles were so odd that each person tried to get the cup to his or her mouth in a different way.

      “We stopped at the hydrant and washed the gourds thoroughly,” declared Hal, “so you need not expect to find any Mexican diamonds in them.”

      “Or tarantulas,” put in Uncle Daniel.

      “What’s them?” asked Freddie, with an ear for anything that sounded like a menagerie.

      “A very bad kind of spider, that sometimes comes in fruit from other countries,” explained Uncle Daniel. Then Nan filled his gourd from the dipper that stood in the big pail of lemonade, and he smacked his lips in appreciation.

      There was so much to do and so much to see that the few hours allowed the excursionists slipped by all too quickly. Dorothy ran away and soon returned with her donkey cart, to take Nettie Prentice and a few of Nettie’s

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