"Now don't get fresh!" advised Tom with a laugh, as he went to his room to get ready to pay a little visit.
"I say, Tom," called Ned after him. "What about Eradicate? Are you going to take him along? He'd be a big help."
"I know he would, but he doesn't want to go. He balked worse than his mule Boomerang when I spoke about an underground city. He said he didn't want to be buried before his time. I didn't tell him we were going after gold, for sometimes Rad talks a bit too much, and I don't want our plans known.
"But I did tell him that Mexico was a great place for chickens, and that he might see a bull fight."
"Did he rise to that bait?"
"Not a bit of it. He said he had enough chickens of his own, and he never did like bulls anyhow. So I guess we'll have to get along without Rad."
"It looks like it. Well, go and enjoy yourself. I'll wait here until you come back, though I know you'll be pretty late, but I want to make sure of our lists."
"All right, Ned," and Tom busied himself with his personal appearance, for he was very particular when going to call on young ladies.
