“Thanks to you boys, it ended fortunately,” said the naturalist. “You see, I was trying to capture a new kind of tree-toad, and I didn’t see the snake until it had me in its folds. I’ll be more careful next time.”
In a little while the professor was able to walk. Jerry recovered his gun and the whole party made their way back to the auto.
The camp utensils were soon packed up and the journey was resumed.
“I wonder what sort of an inn we’ll stop at to-night?” said Bob. “I hope they don’t have any robbers.”
“We won’t run any chances,” spoke Ned. “We’ll post a guard.”
For several hours the auto chugged along. As it came to the top of a hill the boys saw below them quite a good-sized village.
“There’s where we’ll spend the night,” remarked Jerry. “Hello! What’s that?” and he pointed to some object round a turn of the road, just ahead of them.
“It looks like an automobile,” said the professor.
“It is!” cried Ned. “And Noddy Nixon is in it!”