Vandover stayed for two weeks at Coronado Beach and managed to pass the time very pleasantly.

He was fortunate enough to find a party at the hotel whom he knew very well.

In the morning they bathed or sailed on the bay, and in the afternoon rode out with a pack of greyhounds and coursed jack-rabbits on the lower end of the island.

Vandover's good spirits began to come back to him, his appetite returned, his nerves steadied themselves, he slept eight hours every night.

But for all that he did not think that things were the same with him.