At the time this story opens, the youths would have been in college had it not been for another proposed scientific trip. The naturalists had finally decided to explore the Andes Mountains in South America, and Bob and Joe were given the permission to accompany the men. The boys had argued stiffly that such an adventure would benefit them as much as a half-year at college, to which their fathers had finally agreed. Now less than two weeks remained before the expedition would depart.
As we return to Bob and Joe, who stood staring in amazement at the small lad who said his home was in Chicago, we see that Bob is speaking.
“And you came all this distance?” he asked. “How old are you?”
“Twelve.”
“Aren’t you sorry you ran away from home?” queried Joe.
“I ain’t sorry, but I’m goin’ back. That’s where I’m headin’ now.”
“Why did you change your mind?” Bob asked.
“Even school’s better’n goin’ without anything to eat,” the boy said.
For some time Bob and Joe sat staring at the floor. Everything was clear to them now. They were impressed by this little fellow’s resourcefulness in finding his way freely about.
Suddenly Joe glanced up. He had almost forgotten that he was on a moving freight train. The cold sweat burst out on his forehead as he saw that they were now traveling rapidly.