Hearing this Cranny Beaumont became strangely silent. For some time he paid little attention to what was going on around him. Then suddenly he looked up to blurt out:
“Fellows, I’m goin’ to Mexico, too!”
Tom stared hard at him.
“What!” he exclaimed.
“Yes, sir; it may be my only chance. Who wants to go along?”
There was silence—a dense silence for an instant. Then Tom spoke up.
“I,” was the sound that Cranny heard him utter.
“And I.”
“And I.”
These last two replies coming from Bob Somers and Dick Travers increased the smile of joy which had begun to overspread the Tacoma lad’s face.