"Of course!" exclaimed Bob, enthusiastically.
"But you know that you may encounter wild animals, and perhaps other dangers."
"We are all good shots," persisted Bob. "That is, all except Chubby, perhaps."
"Who is Chubby?" asked his father, with a smile.
"Oh, he's the 'Poet Laureate,'" laughed Bob.
"Is he to immortalize your trip in poetry?" asked Mr. Somers.
"He scribbles plenty of it. Has a volume of Bryant that scarcely ever gets out of his sight."
"Good for Chubby," said Bob's father. "How would you propose to make this trip—by rail?"
"I'll talk to the fellows about it, and see what they say," replied Bob.
"Let me know at once, then."