“By Jove! This grub is great stuff!” declared Cranny, enthusiastically. “It may taste as though some one had accidentally spilled a package of pepper in it, but it’s the kind that lingers in the memory.”
“A confoundedly hot sensation in my throat certainly has,” laughed Parry.
“Boys, I’m mighty glad to be alive.”
“And we’re very glad you are,” said the professor smilingly. “You’ll add much to the gayety of Mexico.”
“Fellows, now what are we going to do?” demanded Dick, pushing his chair back in a very contented frame of mind.
“Take a nap,” suggested the lecturer.
“A nap!” echoed Tom, in horrified tones. “I should say not—I want to see the town.”
“You’ll need a body-guard, so I’ll go along,” grinned Dick.
“Then another will be required for you,” said Bob.
“That means I’ll have to look after the whole bunch,” declared Cranny. “Let’s beat it.”