"Seems mighty queer to be bathing in salt water in December, doesn't
it?" demanded Hal, gleefully, as, with both hands, he launched a column
of salt water that caught Jack neatly in the face.
"Anyway, I believe it's just what the family medical man ordered,"
chuckled Mr. Farnum, as he stepped shoreward, then ran briskly up and
down the beach before he went in again for a final plunge.
Over to the bath house, where an attendant had carried their clothing,
the three now hastened. After a brisk rub-down and dressing, these
three from the "Benson" presented themselves in the hotel dining room,
where, at this very early hour, they were privileged to breakfast all
by themselves.
"The way my appetite feels," laughed Jack, enjoyably, "I pity the guests
who have to follow us at table."
"There won't be any breakfast left. They can have lunch," declared Hal
Hastings, gravely.
Hardly had the food been placed before them when Mr. Farnum glanced up,
to find at his elbow a bowing, smiling little Japanese.
"Honorable sir, may I address you while you eat?" inquired the little
brown man.
"Why not?" asked Farnum, good-humoredly. "Take a chair, won't you,
Mr.--"
"Kamanako is my name, honorable sir," replied the Japanese, with three
more bows.
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