The three remained silent, and a shade of disappointment passed over Duval's face.
"Of course, if you fellows don't care, I——"
"Wait a moment, Jack," interrupted Philip, slowly. "Don't jump to conclusions. You want us to go to Central America?"
"Yes."
"And upset Don Hypolito's little plans?"
"Exactly."
"Speaking for myself," said Philip, quietly, "there is nothing I should like better. I am with you, Jack. But Peter——"
"Oh, I'll come too," said the doctor, serenely, "if it's only to collect butterflies. While I'm on the spot, I may as well help. There's sure to be fighting, and I can attend to the wounded. You can depend upon me, Jack; I'll be your family physician, and physic the lot of you."
"Bravo!" cried Jack, his face lighting up as he grasped a hand of each. "And what do you say, Tim?"
"Your story is queer," remarked Tim, solemnly; "but mine is queerer. I'll go with the greatest of pleasure, Jack; but it so happens I'm going out to the same place for The Morning Planet."