“Got some prime,” the merchant said. “Best that ever come off a pig. How much do you want?”
“Twenty pounds will do this time,” answered Jerry. “We may not be here long, and we don’t want to stock up too heavily.”
“You ain’t thinkin’ of goin’ back East, are ye?” exclaimed the storekeeper.
“More likely to go South,” put in Ned. “We were thinking of Mexico.”
“You don’t say so!” cried the vendor of bacon and other sundries. “Got another gold mine in sight down there?”
“No; but——” and then Ned subsided, at a warning punch in the side from Jerry, who was not anxious to have the half-formed plans made public.
“You was sayin’——” began the storekeeper, as if desirous of hearing more.
“Oh, we may take a little vacation trip down into Mexico,” said Jerry, in a careless tone. “We’ve been working pretty hard and we need a rest. But nothing has been decided yet.”
“Mexico must be quite a nice place,” went on the merchant.
“What makes you think so?” asked Bob.