“And where is that?” asked Fussel, winking at his companion over the professor’s head.
“Oh, I can’t say, as to that. But no matter where the boys go I am sure to have some luck.”
“And you want a two-tailed lizard?” mused Fussel, thoughtfully.
“Indeed I do!”
There was a rapid interchange of looks between the two conspirators.
“Say!” suddenly exclaimed Fussel, “why didn’t I think of it before? You know that shack of mine—that hunting cabin up in the Maine mountains, Professor Bailey?”
“Of course I know it, Rick. What about it?”
“Why, don’t you remember those queer-looking, crawling things that used to bother us so. Weren’t they lizards?”
“Why, yes, now I come to think of it; they were!”