"Then I'm with you, Blake, old man!" cried Joe, affectionately
slapping his chum on the back with such energy that the book flew
out of the other's hands.

"Look out what you're doing or you'll get the librarian after
you!" cried Blake, as he picked up the volume. "Well, then, we'll
consider it settled--we'll go to Panama?"

He looked questioningly at his chum.

"Yes, I guess so. Have you told that Spaniard?"

"No, not yet, of course. I haven't seen him since you did. But I
fancy we'd better write to Mr. Hadley first, and let him know we
will go. He'll wonder why we haven't written before. We can
explain about the delayed letter."

"All right, and when we hear from him, and learn more of his
plans, we can let Mr. Alcando hear from us. I guess we can mosey
along with him all right."

"Yes, and we'll need a helper with the cameras and things. He can
be a sort of assistant while he's learning the ropes."

A letter was written to the moving picture man in New York, and
while waiting for an answer Blake and Joe spent two days visiting
places of interest about Central Falls.

"If this is to be another break in our vacation we want to make
the most of it," suggested Joe.