“That’s what I was thinking,” came from Mark. “But as we don’t know we shouldn’t misjudge him. If he’s got this wildness in his constitution it may be awfully hard for him to keep even as straight as he does.”
CHAPTER XIII
A CUBAN BASEBALL GAME
On the following morning the boys spent a good hour poring over the map of Cuba. It had been decided that they should go to Matanzas and Cardenas on the coast east of Havana, and they asked the professor why they could not continue eastward as far as Colon and Santa Clara.
“We can if you wish it,” answered Amos Strong.
“I see there is a railroad runs from Santa Clara to Cienfuegos on the south coast,” said Mark. “Why not go to that port? We ought to find some vessel there bound for Santiago.”
Willing to do what the boys desired, within reasonable limits, Professor Strong put the matter to a vote. Four at once voted in favor of Mark’s plan. Hockley said neither yes nor no.
“How do you vote, Jacob?” asked the professor, pleasantly.
“What’s the use of my voting?” grumbled the tall youth. “If I voted the other way it would be four to one.”
“Have you any objection to Mark’s plan?”
“Oh, no, I reckon it’s as good as any. I think the whole of Cuba rather stale.”