"We're looking," grinned Frank. "What about it?"
"Here we are in New York," Jack went on. "Here they are in San
Francisco. Now, they've got to sail to Paraguay, which is just
about twice as far from San Francisco as is New York. Anyway,
that's the way it looks on the map."
"It is all of that distance," Harry put in.
"Well," Jack continued, "as I said before, here we are in New York,
with the mouth of the Amazon river about as far away as San
Francisco, perhaps a little farther."
"Well?" demanded Harry.
"I begin to see the point!" Frank admitted. "But will the folks
stand for it?"
"Mine will," Harry answered. "Dad didn't make the Black Bear to lie
in storage. He'll stand for it, all right."
"So will mine," Frank said, then. "I'll tell him I'll send him a
lot of news for his paper."
Frank's father was owner and editor of the Planet, one of the
leading morning newspapers in the big city, and it was always a
fiction of the boy's that he was going out in the interest of the
paper when he wandered off on a trip with the Boy Scouts.
"I'm afraid you can't make that work again," laughed Jack. "Ned
says that you sent only four postal cards and six letters back from
Panama."
"Well, wasn't that going some?" asked Frank.
"Of course, only Ned says the postal cards carried the
correspondence for the Planet, and the letters carried requests for
more money!"
"Anyway," Frank insisted, "Dad will stand for it.
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