Not many months earlier, the Scouts had been assigned to search for a missing explorer. Their mission to a lost Inca city had been a highly successful one, resulting in great honor for Post 21.
“Colombia sounds great!” exclaimed War. Half jokingly, he demanded: “When do we start?”
“That’s just it,” replied Mr. Livingston regretfully. “Appleby says nothing about the Explorers. I don’t suppose he could provide passage for the entire group.”
“I was only kidding,” War said at once. “We don’t expect to be taken along.”
“You’ll go, won’t you, Mr. Livingston?” Ken inquired politely.
“Well, I’ve given it no thought, as yet. If I could take you fellows along, I might be tempted.”
“What’s Colombia like?” Willie asked with quick interest.
“A rugged country with many unexplored areas. Bounded on the north by the Caribbean sea and Venezuela. On the east by Venezuela and Brazil; on the south by Brazil, Peru and Ecuador, and on the west by the Pacific.”
“You’ve been studying an atlas,” Jack remarked.
“Colombia always fascinated me,” the Scout leader confessed. “Bogota is the capital city. The Magdalena River traverses the entire country and provides the chief means of transportation.”