“Our friends?” asked Jerry, in surprise.
“Si, señor. Don Nixon and Don Pender. They were here not above an hour ago. I think they must be your friends, because they were in the same sort of an engine as yourselves.”
“Noddy Nixon here!” exclaimed Jerry.
[CHAPTER VII.]
A FIERCE FIGHT.
The boys glanced at each other in blank astonishment. As for Professor Snodgrass, he was too occupied with chasing a little yellow tree-toad to pay much attention to anything but the pursuit of specimens.
“We seem bound to cross the trail of Noddy sooner or later,” remarked Ned. “Well, if he’s ahead of us he can’t be behind, that’s one consolation.”
“Will the honorable señors be pleased to enter my poor inn?” spoke the Mexican, bowing low.