“Yes, or something like that. Maybe he thought we would be leaving our traveling directions lying around loose.”
“Say, maybe it would be a good scheme to fix up a fake map, and leave it 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 way is to do just as we have been doing—make no map or sketch of where we’re heading for. In fact we can’t, for we’ve got to prospect around ourselves 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 looks like a sleek rascal.”
“Like Bill Berry, only different,” was Ned’s opinion. “I wonder where Bill is?”
“Oh, probably hanging around somewhere,” came from Bob. “He and Noddy generally travel together.”
There was nothing more that could be done that night, save to see to it that the cabin doors and windows were securely fastened. Jerry left the searchlight aglow, as he thought this would discourage any further attempt to board the motor boat. And, as a matter of fact, our friends were not disturbed again that night.
They made an early start for Pittsburg the next morning, keeping a watch for Noddy, but they did not see him. By noon they had tied up at the wharf where their boat was to be hauled out for storage.
“Now for the auto!” exclaimed Jerry, when the craft had been safely put away, and such stores as they needed, together with their clothing, weapons and other things, had been piled up ready to be put in the motor car.