it until to-day, when he was changing his coat, and it fell out.
Then he made me scoot over here with it as fast as I could. He
said he was sorry, and hoped he hadn't done any damage."

"Well, I guess not much," Joe responded, for, after all, it was an
accommodation to have the letters brought out from the post-office
by the neighbors, as often happened. That one should be forgotten,
and carried in a pocket, was not so very surprising.

"Then you won't make any fuss?" the barefoot lad went on, eagerly.

"No--why should we?" inquired Joe with a smile. "We won't inform
the postal authorities. I guess it wasn't so very important," and
he looked at Blake, who was reading the delayed letter.

"Whew!" finally whistled Joe's chum. "This is going some!"

"What's up now?"

"Another surprise," answered Blake. "This day seems to be filled
with 'em."

"Is it about Panama?"

"You've guessed it. Mr. Hadley wants us to go there and get a
series of moving pictures. Incidentally he mentions that he is
sending to us a gentleman who wants to go with us, if we decide to
go. I presume he refers to you," and Blake nodded in the direction
of Mr. Alcando.