CHAPTER IV
CAPE PERIL'S JOLLY HERMIT
When the boys woke up the next morning, or rather when they were tumbled out of bed about eight by Hardy and Turner, who had already been up an hour and had developed a voracious appetite for the breakfast waiting in the kitchen, the sea proved a bitter disappointment. As the three guests bounded to a front window to inspect the prospects, it was disgustingly placid without a sign of a whitecap. The gentle waves that washed the beach seemed fearful of displacing a single pebble.
"B'lieve that old ocean is just trying to spite us," concluded Cat. "'Fraid we won't get a good man-sized wave to ride while we're down here."
"Hurry up," shouted Hardy as he left the room. "If you kids don't get down to breakfast in less than a pig's whisper, I'll be riding you good and heavy."
A savory odor of frying fish that penetrated
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