Hello, here comes Mr. Baker with the mail! We ought to hear from
New York."

"Hasn't Birdie Lee written yet?" asked Joe.

"Oh, drop that!" warned Blake, his eyes flashing.

There was a letter from Mr. Hadley, in which he conveyed news and
information that made Blake and Joe definitely decide to make the
trip to Panama.

"And take Alcando with us?" asked Joe.

"I suppose so," said Blake, though it could not be said that his
assent was any too cordial.

"Then we'd better tell him, so he'll know it is settled."

"All right. We can ride over on the motor cycle."

A little later, after a quick trip on the "gasoline bicycle," the
moving picture boys were at the only hotel of which Central Falls
boasted. Mr. Alcando was in his room, the clerk informed the boys,
and they were shown up.

"Enter!" called the voice of the Spaniard, as they knocked. "Ah,
it is you, my young friends!" he cried, as he saw them, and
getting up hastily from a table on which were many papers, he
began hastily piling books on top of them.