“And I want to ride a broncho,” put in her brother. “They say some of ’em can go like the wind. Ruth, you’ll have to ride, too.”
“Take your last look at the sea!” came from Heavy. “Maybe we won’t get another look at it for a long time.”
All turned to look at the rolling waves, glistening brightly in the Summer sun.
“Isn’t it lovely!”
“Good-bye, Old Ocean, good-bye!” sang out Helen.
Ruth threw a kiss to the waves.
Then the ocean faded from their sight. And here we will leave Ruth Fielding and say good-bye.
THE END