“That’s the stuff!” cried Ned.  “We haven’t had a good hunting expedition since we went to elephant land, Tom.  The electric rifles will come in handy here.”

“Yes, I expect they will.  Now come on, Ned, and help me get a list ready of the things we’ve got to take with us, and how they can best be divided up.”

Thick weather delayed the ship somewhat, so it was not until evening of the next day that they made Montevideo, where part of the cargo was to be discharged.  As they would lay over there a day, the boys decided to go ashore, which they did, wondering at the strange sights in the old city.

Tom watched to see if the pretended minister would land, and endeavor to force his acquaintance, but Mr. Hank Delby, to give him his right name, was not in evidence.  In fact he was turning over scheme after scheme in his mind in order to hit on one that would enable him to take advantage of the preparations which had been made by his rival in the circus business.

“I’ve just got to get a line on where those giants are to be found,” mused Mr. Delby, in the seclusion of his stateroom, “even if I have to take some other disguise and follow that Swift crowd.  That’s what I’ll do.  I’ll put on some other disguise!  I wonder what it had better be?”

Tom and Ned, to say nothing of Mr. Damon and Eradicate, found much to interest them in the capital of Uruguay, and they were rather sorry, in a way, when it was time for them to leave.

“But we’ll see plenty more strange sights,” remarked Tom, as the steamer started off for Buenos Ayres.  “In fact our trip hasn’t really begun yet.”

In due time they dropped anchor at the ancient city, and then began a series of confused and busy times.  In fact there was so much to do, seeing to the unloading of their stuff, arranging for hotel accommodations, seeing to hiring natives for the expedition into the interior, and other details, that Tom and his friends had no time to think anything about the pretended clergyman who had caused them a little worry.

Eventually their belongings were stored in a safe place, and our friends sat down to a good dinner in a hotel that, while it was in far-off South America, yet was as good as many in New York, and, in some respects the boys, and Mr. Damon, liked it better.

They found that the Spanish and Portuguese languages were the principal ones spoken, together with a mixture of the native tongues, and as both Ned and Tom, as well as Mr. Damon, had a working knowledge of Spanish they got along fairly well.  Some of the hotel people could speak English.

Tom made inquiries and found that the best plan would be to transport all his stuff by the regular route to Rosario, on the Parana river in Argentina, and there he could make up his pack train, hire native carriers, and start for the interior.

“Then we’ll do that,” he decided, “and take it easy until we get to Rosario.”