“That’s right, he may,” agreed Jerry. “It wouldn’t be the first time. That two-tailed lizard may only come out after dark, and the professor may have a portable camping outfit with him. He knows how to take care of himself, at any rate.”
“Then let’s turn in,” suggested Ned. “We can leave a light burning, and we’ll hear him when he comes in.”
They were all tired and sleepy, and they realized that no good could come of remaining up. So they turned in, to sleep fitfully at first, and then with the heaviness and abandon of healthy boyhood.
“Did he come?” was Bob’s first question on awakening in the morning. Jerry was up, making coffee.
“No,” was the quiet answer.
“Then we’d better hit the trail after him,” suggested Ned, as he, too, roused.
“I think so myself,” replied Jerry. “We’ll try to find him.”
And, after breakfast, they took up the search for the missing professor.