About This Book
"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 Santario is quite a place, isn't it, Alec?" "I think so," answered young Sands. "From what I've heard, I guess it's a sizable town now, though only a few years ago it was a mere village inhabited by fishermen. Someone discovered that the soil two miles inland from the village was suited for raising oranges, so he bought up several acres and planted an orange grove. Since then others have followed the leader, and now the village has grown so large that the oldest inhabitant can hardly recognize it."
