The Boy Scouts of the Life Saving Crew

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“We’re almost there now,” said Alec Sands as he steered the big touring car around a curve in the road and out upon a long stretch of hard, smooth, well-oiled clay. “Unless I’m mistaken, that white church spire over there beyond the fringe of palm trees marks the end of our journey. I really didn’t know it was going to be such a long run, or I’d have told Bronson to send some lunch with us.” “Wish you had!” Chester Brownell exclaimed, leaning back in his seat in the tonneau. “I’m almost starved!” “I reckon we can make up for it to-night,” added Billy Worth, who sat in front beside Alec. “This ...