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 School next session, and when I get up on it, I'll run down and open an airplane factory in Brazil."

"Come off, they don't speak Spanish in Brazil, nut," corrected Legs. "They talk Portuguese."

"All right, then. Can't phaze me. I'll go on to Bonus Airs."

"Huh! Reckon you do need some Spanish! Bonus Airs!" sneered Legs.

"What is it if that ain't right!" insisted Jimmy.

Legs scratched his head, but apparently without extracting any information therefrom.

"Tell you the truth, I've forgotten, but I'm dead certain you're a million miles off. I know that much."

"Huh-huh-huh-huh!" grunted Jimmy. "Better find out something yourself before you try to give me lessons."

"I know what it is," announced Cat, who had just been in consultation with a gentleman in the seat in front; "it's Bwanus I-res, and it's the capital of Argentine Republic."

"You fudged, Cat," detected Jimmy, almost