"Then loosen up on this alleged idea!" Frank replied.
Jack rushed across the room and brought out an atlas of the world, which he dumped on the floor and opened.
"Look here, fellows!" he said, squatting over the map of South
America, his chin almost on his knees.
"We're looking," grinned Frank. "What about it?"
"Here we are in New York," Jack went on. "Here they are in San Francisco. Now, they've got to sail to Paraguay, which is just about twice as far from San Francisco as is New York. Anyway, that's the way it looks on the map."
"It is all of that distance," Harry put in.
"Well," Jack continued, "as I said before, here we are in New York, with the mouth of the Amazon river about as far away as San Francisco, perhaps a little farther."
"Well?" demanded Harry.
"I begin to see the point!" Frank admitted. "But will the folks stand for it?"
"Mine will," Harry answered. "Dad didn't make the Black Bear to lie in storage. He'll stand for it, all right."