"It will make no difference," said Philip. "Whether you go or stay, there will be stories afloat. The bolder plan is the better."
The subject was renewed the next morning at breakfast. Madeline heartily seconded Philip's counsel, and took a lively part in the discussion.
"We were in Europe as children," she said to Joseph, "and I have very clear and delightful memories of the travel."
"I was not thinking especially of Europe," he answered. "I am hardly prepared for such a journey. What I should wish is, not to look idly at sights and shows, but to have some active interest or employment, which would bring me into contact with men. Philip knows my purpose."
"Then," said Madeline, "why not hunt on Philip's trail? I have no doubt you can track him from Texas to the Pacific by the traditions of his wild pranks and adventures! How I should enjoy getting hold of a few chapters of his history!"
"Madeline, you are a genius!" Philip cried. "How could I have forgotten Wilder's letter, a fortnight ago, you remember? One need not be a practical geologist to make the business report he wants; but Joseph has read enough to take hold, with the aid of the books I can give him! If it is not too late!"
"I was not thinking of that, Philip," Madeline answered. "Did you not say that the place was—"
She hesitated. "Dangerous?" said Philip. "Yes. But if Joseph goes there, he will come back to us again."
"O, don't invoke misfortune in that way!"
"Neither do I," he gravely replied; "but I can see the shadow of Joseph's life thrown ahead, as I can see my own."