It was a beautiful day, and the boys were enchanted with the scenery. Behind them lay the broad Rio Grande, while off to the right were the foothills that increased in height and size until they became the mighty mountains. The foliage was deep green from the recent shower, and the sun shone, making the whole country appear a most delightful place.
“It looked as if our entrance into Mexico was not going to be very pleasant,” said Jerry, “especially during the storm and the smash-up with the house-boat. But to-day it couldn’t be better.”
“That was a close call you and Ned had,” put in Bob. “I wonder why they didn’t tackle me?”
“Because you are so good-natured-looking the robbers knew you never had any money,” replied Jerry, with a laugh. “I wonder what Chunky would have done if a Mexican brigand had demanded his money-belt?”
“He could have had it without me making a fuss,” replied the stout youth. “Money is a good thing, but I think more of myself than half a dozen money-belts.”
“Ah, my poor fleas!” exclaimed the professor. “I wonder if the robber killed them.”
“I guess they hopped away,” suggested Ned.
“No, they would never leave me,” went on the naturalist.
“Well, I’m glad I haven’t such an intimate acquaintance with them as that,” commented Jerry, with a laugh.