Bob was well enough, on the third day, to be up, and two days later permission was given to him to travel, if too great a speed was not maintained.
“You must go a bit slow with him at first,” Dr. Wright informed the boys. “He is out of all danger, however, and I wish you good luck on the rest of your trip. I have heard of Professor Snodgrass. He is a wonderful scientist in his line.”
“Are you going to remain here long?” asked Jerry.
“Yes, I shall stay until I get thoroughly rested. It is a quiet place, just what I need, and I don’t imagine I shall have any more emergency calls,” and the great doctor smiled.
He little realized, nor did the boys, how soon they would have need of his services again.
Bearing in mind the injunction of the physician as to speed, Jerry did not try to make fast time in the auto, once they were under way again. They had said good-bye to Dr. Wright and his friends at the hotel, and again were headed toward the mountains. Two days more of leisurely travel would bring them to Silver River, where they expected to take to the motor boat and in it sail up Lake Mogan to where Professor Snodgrass was camping, and looking for the two-tailed lizard.
Without further incident, or accident, they came, one evening, to the town of Waydell, at the head of the river. It was to this place they had shipped the boat, and they had received, en route, a postal from the man they had engaged to put it in the water for them, the postal stating that the craft had arrived safely, and would be waiting for them.
“Let’s go down and have a look at her,” suggested Jerry, after their supper at the hotel, where they arranged to leave their auto until they came cruising back.
The Scud was in the boathouse, taking up considerable of the available space, for the boys’ new craft was a large one.