CHAPTER IX
OFF IN THE AUTO
“What’s the matter?” cried Ned, as he heard Jerry’s voice.
“Anything wrong?” demanded Bob sleepily. “Has anything happened, Jerry?”
“Not yet,” was the tall lad’s answer. “I fancy I was too quick forthem. But I thought I heard someone on board, and I’m certain that aboat scraped against our side. I’m going to have a look.”
“Better be careful,” advised Ned, as he pulled on some garments. “Theymay be river thieves.”
“Thieves! Thieves!” cried Uriah Snodgrass, sitting up suddenly. “Arethey after my specimens! Don’t let them get anything, boys! Thosespecimens are more valuable than gold! Oh, where are my glasses? Ican’t see a thing.”
“Switch off all the lights!” whispered Ned to Jerry. “They can see usin here, and we can’t get a glimpse of them. Turn ’em off!”
Jerry did so, and at once there came another sound as if someone wasout on the small after-deck.
“Who’s there?” challenged Ned.
There was no answer. Once more came the noise of a boat rubbing againstthe side of the _Dartaway_, and a cautious voice could be heardwhispering:
“Come on! Can’t do anything now!”
“Who are you? What do you want?” demanded Jerry, but he received noanswer.
With a quick spring Ned was at the cabin door that opened out intoa sort of cockpit, and thence, by a short companionway to the deck.Throwing the portal open, Ned flashed on a small searchlight. As heplayed it about the river he picked up a small boat, containing twopersons, who were rowing quickly away.
“What did you want? Were you on our boat?” demanded Ned, and then, asthe two in the small craft maintained a silence, Ned flashed the lightfull in their faces. As he did so he gave a cry that brought Jerry andBob out to him.
“What’s the matter?” cried the tall lad. “Are you hurt, Ned? Did theyattack you?”
“No, I’m all right. But look at that boat! See who’s in it!”
Jerry and Bob gazed across the stretch of black and swirling water,illuminated by the shaft of light from the search lantern. It threwinto bold relief the boat and the occupants.
“Noddy Nixon!” gasped Jerry, as he saw the face of the bully.
“But who’s with him?” asked Bob. “I’ve never seen him before, that Iknow of.”
“He’s a stranger, I guess,” said Ned. “Noddy must have hired him tohelp get ahead of us.”
“But what were they doing here?” asked Bob.
“Trying to sneak up while we were asleep, to see what they could get, Isuppose,” remarked Jerry.
“My specimens!” exclaimed Professor Snodgrass, who had come out to jointhe boys. “That’s what they were after. That yellow grasshopper is whatthey wanted!”
“I don’t believe so,” said Jerry in a low voice, as he watched the tworowing rapidly away--Noddy and a tall man, the latter with a sleekappearance, as though he was always trying to figure out the easiestway of getting something for nothing.
“Hello you, Noddy!” suddenly called Ned. “What did you want here?”
The bully and his companion kept silent.
“If you come around again I’ll turn the hose on you,” threatened Bob.
There was no reply, and a moment later the rowboat went around the endof a projecting dock, and was out of range of the light.
“Well, if they weren’t after my specimens what did they want?” inquiredthe professor.
“I’ll tell you what I think,” went on Jerry as they returned to thecomfortable cabin, for it was cool in the night air, and they werelightly clad. “I believe they sneaked on board to see if they could getany clews as to where we are bound for.”
“You mean Snake Island?” asked Bob.
“Yes. You see Noddy doesn’t know the exact location, even if, in someway, he has guessed, or overheard, some of us saying that we were goingto the Grand Canyon. He needs to know more definitely just where we’regoing, so he can sneak along, and try to get ahead of us.”
“Do you mean he was looking for a map?” asked Ned.
“Yes, or something like that. Maybe he thought we would be leaving ourtraveling directions lying around loose.”
“Say, maybe it would be a good scheme to fix up a fake map, and leaveit where he could get it,” suggested Bob.
“Hardly,” decided Jerry. “He’d get on to the fact that it was a fake,for he knows we wouldn’t be as careless as that. I think the best wayis to do just as we have been doing--make no map or sketch of wherewe’re heading for. In fact we can’t, for we’ve got to prospect aroundourselves to find Snake Island.”
“Then we’ve got to be on our guard against Noddy,” suggested Ned.
“All the while I’m afraid, since he’s taken to trailing after us,”resumed Jerry. “I’d like to know who that fellow was with him. He lookslike a sleek rascal.”
“Like Bill Berry, only different,” was Ned’s opinion. “I wonder whereBill is?”
“Oh, probably hanging around somewhere,” came from Bob. “He and Noddygenerally travel together.”
There was nothing more that could be done that night, save to see toit that the cabin doors and windows were securely fastened. Jerry leftthe searchlight aglow, as he thought this would discourage any furtherattempt to board the motor boat. And, as a matter of fact, our friendswere not disturbed again that night.
They made an early start for Pittsburg the next morning, keeping awatch for Noddy, but they did not see him. By noon they had tied up atthe wharf where their boat was to be hauled out for storage.
“Now for the auto!” exclaimed Jerry, when the craft had been safely putaway, and such stores as they needed, together with their clothing,weapons and other things, had been piled up ready to be put in themotor car.
They found that the repairs to their machine were almost completed, andthat the car had been greatly improved. A new body had been put on,giving more room, so that, if necessary, they could sleep on board. Anda small gasolene stove had been fitted up, so that a simple meal couldbe prepared. You can easily see that this was Bob’s idea.
“Well, we can start in a couple of days,” announced Jerry after a visitto the auto shop.
“And we’ll need that time to give her a try-out,” added Ned.
“And buy what grub we will need!” put in Chunky.
“Oh, forget the everlasting ‘eats’!” begged Jerry. “We don’t need totake much. We can buy it as we go along, and it will be fresher.”
“I meant a few things like sandwiches, pickles and cake,” went on Bob.“To eat between meals, you know. I often get hungry before it’s mealtime.”
“Oh, we know it! You needn’t tell us,” cried Ned with a laugh.
They tried their auto the next day, having put up at a hotel near therepair works. The car made good speed, and seemed to have more powerthan before.
“She’s great!” cried Jerry. “Now for a long trip West!”
Their preparations were complete. Almost at the last minute, though,the professor nearly backed out. He found a curious bug in the hotelwhere they stayed, and he wanted to remain a week or more, to hunt forothers.
“You’d better come on and look for that two-tailed toad, Professor,”advised Jerry.
“Yes, I think I had,” agreed the little scientist. “But on our way backwe’ll stop here, and I can have another look for more of those rarebugs.”
The auto, well filled with the goods of our friends, and themselves,was ready for a start, and, having inquired the best route on fromPittsburg, the boys, with Jerry at the wheel, set off one fine morning.What lay before them they little realized.
On and on they went, over fairly good roads, until they came to theopen country. Then, having fixed the spark and gasolene levers to carrythem at a moderate pace, Jerry settled back to enjoy the scenery.
They had covered perhaps ten miles, and Bob was wondering whether hedare mention cooking a light lunch, as they whirl
ed along, when Ned,who had looked back, uttered a cry.
“What’s up?” asked Jerry.
For answer Ned took a pair of powerful field glasses from a pocketinside the car. He focused them on an auto that was coming rapidlyalong behind the car of our friends.
“They’ve been following us for some time,” spoke Ned, “and I want tosee who they are.” He was silent a moment, and then he exclaimed:
“I thought so! Noddy Nixon again, and this time Bill Berry is with him,as well as that other man! Fellows, he’s on our trail!”
“Well, here’s where he gets off!” cried Bob, as he reached his handin his pocket, and pulled out a small wooden box. He opened it, andscattered something out on the road.
“What’s that!” cried Jerry.
“Big tacks!” answered Bob. “I thought something like this might happen,so I got ready for Noddy. Some of those tacks will stick point upward,and maybe something will happen. They’re good and sharp, and rather badfor pneumatic tires,” he added with a laugh.
He tossed the empty box away, and he and Ned looked at the car comingon behind them.
“Think they’ll hit ’em?” asked Ned.
“I hope so,” replied the stout lad.
Suddenly there was a commotion, and the pursuing auto was seen toswerve to one side.
“There they go!” cried Bob. “Two tires to the bad, I think! I guessthey won’t follow us right away. Speed her up, Jerry!”