That is a sort of Asbury Park and Coney Island combined, so I have been told." Dick Rover and the cabman soon returned.

The trunks were piled on the carriage and the boys got in, and away they bowled from the station in the direction of the Oakland House.
It was about ten o'clock of a clear day in early spring.

The boys had reached San Francisco a few minutes before, taking in the sights on the way.

Now they sat up in the carriage taking in more sights, as the turnout moved along first one street and then another.
As old readers of this series know, the Rover boys were three in number, Dick being the oldest, fun-loving Tom next, and sturdy-hearted Sam the youngest.

They were the only offspring of Anderson Rover, a former traveler and mine-owner, who, at present, was living with his brother Randolph and his sister-in-law Martha, on their beautiful farm at Valley Brook, in the heart of New York State.
During the past few years the Rover boys had had numerous adventures, so many, in fact, that they can scarcely be hinted at here.