“The procession seemed to start about the time we struck the river,” Alex grinned, “and there’s been music ever since we left St. Luce.”
“Yes,” Clay went on, “and the newspapers have been printing feature stories and describing the family jewels, and the lost channel, and telling how many land-holders would be made homeless if the charter should ever be found and sustained. The newspapers are always meddling with our affairs.”
“You let the newspapers alone,” advised Captain Joe. “They have advertised you boys, and the Rambler, and the bulldog, and the bear, from one end of this river to the other.”
“Well, what do you think about this advice given by the chief?” asked Clay. “We ought to reach some conclusion immediately.”
“You came down here to find that lost channel, didn’t you?” asked Uncle Joe with a twinkle in his eyes.
“We came down here to look for it,” answered the boy.
“Well, then,” continued Captain Joe, “we’ll go and look for it.”
“That’s what I thought!” cried Case.
“I wouldn’t turn back now for a million!” yelled Alex.
“Boys,” smiled Captain Joe, “I never knew any one to get rich by changing plans every time some fool friend advanced a contrary opinion. When you make up your mind to do a thing, you go right on and do it. Did you ever notice the bulldog when he gets into a scrap?”