“I wonder why,” voiced Ned.
“Can’t you guess?” asked Jerry.
“No. Tell us!” urged his chums.
“Well, I should think it would occur to you that the marines are not guarding the cabin—just some one in it. And if he isn’t there——”
“Oh, I see!” exclaimed Bob.
“You mean pepper-pot was out of the cabin the other time we were here and we saw Professor Snodgrass inside?” asked Ned.
“About that,” answered Jerry, smiling.
“Well, that’s a white horse of another color,” remarked Ned. “Professor Snodgrass must have been in pepper-pot’s cabin when our volatile acquaintance, le cochon, was out of it. Now that the little man who looks like our friend is there again, the guards are once more on duty. How’s that, Jerry?”
“That’s about the way I size it up.”
“Well, now that we’ve got thus far let’s keep on,” suggested Bob. “Let’s find where the professor is.”