"Hal, I've got to have some of this fishing," said Ken. "But if we start at it now--would we ever get that jungle trip?"
"Oh, Ken, you've made up your mind to go!" exclaimed Hal, in glee.
"No, I haven't," protested Ken.
"Yes, you have," declared Hal. "I know you." And the whoop that he had suppressed in the hotel he now let out with good measure.
Naturally George was interested, and at his inquiry Ken told him the idea for the Santa Rosa trip.
"Take me along," said George. There was a note of American spirit in his voice, a laugh on his lips, and a flash in his eyes that made Ken look at him attentively. He was a slim youth, not much Hal's senior, and Ken thought if ever a boy had been fashioned to be a boon comrade of Hal Ward this George Alling was the boy.
"What do you think of the trip?" inquired Ken, curiously.
"Fine. We'll have some fun. We'll get a boat and a mozo--"
"What's a mozo?"
"A native boatman."