“It hits me from the ground floor up,” asserted War. “When do we take on this new job?”
“Not for awhile,” Mr. Livingston said, smiling at his eagerness. “We all need a little rest, and I want to rid myself completely of fever before I lead you off on another jaunt. For that matter, other offers may develop.”
“Then, for the immediate future, it’s Belton?” Ken asked.
“Right. We should have our flight tickets by tomorrow.”
“Just think of the yarns we can spin when we tie up with the fellows again,” chuckled Ken, relishing the prospect. “Lucky we still have a few Inca trophies, or I’m afraid no one would believe our story.”
“So it’s back to the USA and good old Post 21,” announced Jack with a flourish.
“To paved roads and plenty of hot running water,” added War.
“To hamburgers and double-dip ice cream sundaes,” completed Willie, his eyes twinkling. “Peru’s great, but right now, I’d trade every souvenir in the world for a nice restful day at home!”