"Yes, do, Mr. Temple," said Jack. "That is, if we wouldn't be in your
way."
"Uncle, I'm crazy to see San Francisco," said Frank.
"Well, it's a good deal changed from the days of the Forty-Niners,"
said Mr. Temple, smiling. "You may have your hopes too high, and may
be disappointed."
"Oh, come now, father," said Bob. "If you're going to be there only a
week, it'll be worth while for us."
"Well, that's the length of time I planned to stay," said Mr. Temple,
thoughtfully. "But I'll be pretty busy while I'm there. Do you boys
feel you can keep out of mischief if left to yourselves?"
Mr. Hampton interrupted.
"I reckon they can, Temple," he said. "They saved the day for me. I'm
beginning to think they are a pretty self-reliant lot. If you can see
your way to doing so, take them along. The trip will be a fine
experience."
"All right, boys," said Mr. Temple. "But you'll have to leave your
airplane. If you are going to see San Francisco, you can't do it very
well by airplane. And, anyhow, I wouldn't care to see you tackle the
Rockies."
"All right, father," agreed Bob. "We'll be too busy seeing the sights
to want the plane, anyhow. When do we start?"
"In two days," said his father.
With this we take leave of the three chums, whose adventures on the
Mexican border have come to so successful a conclusion.
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