“I don’t think so,” said Frank. “He’ll go armed, and as he is a crack shot I guess that will do for the lot of us.”
“Glummy showed me a pearl-handled pistol he had just bought,” put in Sam. “He said it cost him sixteen dollars.”
“He’d be sure to mention the price,” said Frank, with a sickly grin. “I’d like to see him face some wild beast—I’ll wager he’d drop his pistol and run for his life.”
“Maybe somebody else would run, too,” came from Mark. “I don’t believe it’s much fun to stand up in front of a big wild animal.”
“Are there any such in Venezuela?”
“I don’t know—we’ll have to ask the professor.”
CHAPTER III
ON BOARD THE STEAMER
When the boys presented themselves at Professor Strong’s room at the Hotel Manhattan they found that worthy man looking over a number of purchases he had made while on his trip downtown.
“Glad to see you, boys,” he said, as he shook one and another by the hand. “I trust you are all feeling well.”
“Haven’t been sick a minute this summer,” answered Darry, and the others said about the same.