“I don’t believe so,” said Jerry in a low voice, as he watched the two rowing rapidly away—Noddy and a tall man, the latter with a sleek appearance, as though he was always trying to figure out the easiest way 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 end of a projecting dock, and was out of range of the light.
“Well, if they weren’t after my specimens what did they want?” inquired the professor.
“I’ll tell you what I think,” went on Jerry as they returned to the comfortable cabin, for it was cool in the night air, and they were lightly clad. “I believe they sneaked on board to see if they could get any 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 some way, he has guessed, or overheard, some of us saying that we were going to the Grand Canyon. He needs to know more definitely just where we’re going, so he can sneak along, and try to get ahead of us.”
“Do you mean he was looking for a map?” asked Ned.