"That will suit me excellently. I shall be all ready for you," said the Spaniard.
"Then I'll write to Mr. Hadley to expect us," Blake added.
The boys left Mr. Alcando straightening out his papers, and started back through the town to the farm.
"What made you act so funny, Blake, when you picked up that piece of paper?" asked Joe, when they had alighted from their motor cycle at the Baker homestead a little later.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Joe, I was a bit suspicious."
"What about; that gun business?"
"Yes," and Blake's voice was serious.
"Buttermilk and corn cakes!" cried Joe with a laugh. "You don't mean to say you think this fellow is an international spy; do you? Trying to get secrets of the United States fortifications at the Canal?"
"Well, I don't know as I exactly believe that, Joe, and yet it was strange someone should be writing to him about the big guns."
"Yes, maybe; but then he explained it all right."