The Motor Boys on the Pacific | Page 2

a lot of freight
cars! It's tough, that's what it is!"
"That's right," agreed Bob. "Just think of it! No more rides in her! Say,
we ought to get heavy damages! She was a fine boat!"
"Come on then," cried Ned. "Don't let's stand here chinning all day.

Let's go see Mr. Hitter. He has charge of all the freight that comes to
Cresville, and he can tell us how to proceed to collect damages."
"Yes, I guess that's all that's left for us to do," decided Jerry, and the
three lads started for the railroad depot.
They lived in the town of Cresville, Mass., a thriving community, and
had been chums and inseparable companions ever since they could
remember. Bob Baker was the son of a wealthy banker, while Jerry
Hopkins's mother was a widow, who had been left considerable
property, and Ned Slade's father owned a large department store.
You boys who have read the previous volumes of this "Motor Boys
Series" do not need to be reminded of the adventures the three chums
had together. 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. They incurred the enmity of Noddy Nixon, a town bully, and
his crony, Bill Berry. The three chums then took a long trip overland in
their automobile, as related in the second book of this series and,
incidentally, managed to locate a rich mine belonging to a prospector,
who, to reward them, gave them a number of shares. While out west the
boys met a very learned gentleman, Professor Uriah Snodgrass, who
was traveling in the interests of science. He persuaded the boys to go
with him in their automobile to search for a certain ancient, buried city,
and this they found in Mexico, where they had a number of surprising
adventures.
Returning from that journey, they made a trip across the plains, on
which they discovered the hermit of Lost Lake. Arriving home they
decided, some time later, to get a motor boat, and, in the fifth volume
of the series, entitled, "The Motor Boys Afloat," there was set down
what happened to them on their first cruise on the river, during which
they solved a robbery mystery. Finding they were well able to manage

the boat they took a trip on the Atlantic ocean, and, after weathering
some heavy storms they reached home, only to start out again on a
longer voyage, this time to strange waters amid the everglades of
Florida.
They had recently returned from that queer region, and, as they had
done on their journey to that locality, they shipped their boat by rail
from St. Augustine to Cresville. Or, rather, they saw it safely boxed at
the freight station in St. Augustine, and came on up north, trusting that
the Dartaway would arrive in due season, and in good condition.
They had been home a week now, and as there was no news of their
boat, Jerry had become rather anxious and had written to the railroad
officials in St. Augustine. In response he got the telegram which
brought consternation to the hearts of the motor boys.
"It doesn't seem possible," remarked Bob, as the three lads hurried on
toward the freight office.
"I guess it's good-bye to the Dartaway this trip," said Jerry. "Too bad!
she was a fine boat."
"Well, we'll make the railroad pay for it, and we'll get a better boat,"
spoke up Bob.
"We couldn't get any better boat than the Dartaway, Chunky," said Ned.
"We might get a larger one, and a more powerful one, but never a better
one, She served us well. To think of her being crushed under a lot of
freight cars! It makes me mad!"
"No use feeling that way," suggested Jerry. "Just think of the good
times we had in her, not only on this last trip, but on the previous
cruises."
"This last was the best," remarked Bob, with something like a sigh. "It
was lovely down there in Florida."
"I guess he's thinking of the Seabury girls," put in Ned, with a wink at

Jerry.
"No more than you are!" exclaimed Bob. "I guess you were rather
sweet on Olivia, yourself."
"Or was it Rose or Nellie?" asked Jerry with a laugh. "They were all
three nice-- very nice."
"That's right," said Ned, fervently.
The three young ladies the boys referred to were daughters of a Mr.
Nathan Seabury, whom the boys met while