“And we didn’t hear anything of Noddy,” remarked Ned, after a pause.
“Nor see anything,” added Jerry. “I inquired at the station, and they told me the local, which Noddy and the others must have taken, got in early this morning. He was several hours ahead of us if he was on that, and he probably was.”
Bright and early the next morning they were on their way to Buffalo Park. The place of the aero meet was deserted, and the hangars looked gloomy in the big expanse of open field.
“Wonder which is ours?” ventured Ned, as he and his chums alighted from the trolley car.
“There it is,” remarked Jerry, pointing to a big shed with the word “COMET” in large letters across the big doors.
“And now for a good flight!” cried Bob. “No more train wrecks for ours. Off for Snake Island and the radium!”
“And my two-tailed toad,” added Professor Snodgrass, looking carefully on the ground as he advanced for a possible rare specimen.
The boys found the hangar, where their craft was housed, closed and locked. They pounded on the doors, and Jerry remarked:
“This is odd.”
“Why?” asked Bob.