“I’ll settle for muskies,” Ken laughed. “Even a nice peppy bass!”
“The Minnesota trip may have to wait awhile,” Mr. Livingston told the Explorers.
“Oh, that’s all right,” Ken assured him. “After a long, hard trip such as this, we won’t need another vacation for awhile. Belton is good enough for us.”
“How long you fellows stay there will be strictly up to you,” the Scout leader hinted. “The truth is—I hate to tell you this—”
“Go ahead,” Willie urged. “After what we’ve been through, we can take anything.”
“You can, and that’s a fact,” Mr. Livingston responded warmly. “I’ve told you before, and I repeat, you fellows more than lived up to my hopes and expectations on this trip.”
“Tell us the news,” Jack interrupted impatiently. “What’s in the wind, Hap?”
“Word of our successful mission here has spread. I’ve already had an offer of another expedition—one which would bring us back to South America.”
“To Peru again?” questioned Ken.
“No,” Mr. Livingston replied, “but possibly to an even more interesting country. How does that strike you?”